#like little casual signs of dominance he would do

[cyber333angel]

LOGAN HOWLETT X SWEETHEART!READER

[moonstruckme]

If you don’t mind what about poly!marauders (emts version) x reader where she hides a injury that’s kinda serious (idk like a cut that’s pretty deep or smth) but she doesn’t think it’s serious, so she tries to hide it from them to not feel like a burden since they are always busy with work. Basically just a mix of emts marauders and casual dominance

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: mention of blood

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You’re trying to figure out whether putting your shoe in the washing machine will damage it irrevocably when the bathroom door handle twists. 

You look up like a deer caught in headlights. Sirius’ gaze flits from the shoe in your hand to the bloodstained sock on the floor to your wide-eyed look. 

“Shut the door!” you whisper-yell. He must be reeling, because he actually does it, closing the door with a click and dropping down beside you on the bathroom floor. 

“What’s going on?” he asks. Again, his gaze goes to your once-blue sock, now marred by a dark red stain. “Are you hurt?” 

You see the moment Sirius notices the foot you’re holding, layers of toilet paper wrapped loosely around the arch. His eyes sharpen. 

“Don’t tell James and Remus,” you plead. 

“Are you hurt?” he asks again, sternly now. 

Your lip finds it way beneath your teeth. “Not really,” you say. “It’s not terrible or anything, I just can’t get it to stop bleeding.” 

“That’s not usually a great sign, sweetheart.” Sirius scoots closer, holding out his hands. “Let me see.” 

You know better than to argue, transferring your foot into his lap. He gives you an odd look about the toilet paper before starting to unravel it, the thin material tearing under his rushed handling. Your boyfriend relaxes slightly when the wound is revealed. It’s deceptively small for how much blood seems to come out of it, the cut only a couple of centimeters along the arch of your foot. 

Sirius adjusts his grip, lifting it to the light to see it better, and you try not to look so visibly flustered at the tender way he’s handling you. 

“It’s little, see?” you say. “No need to bother anyone else.” 

He lowers your foot to give you an amused look. “Darling, as much as I love to have our dirty little secrets together,” he says, “you know they’d kill me.” 

“They wouldn’t,” you say, half desperate. “They love you, and I’ll protect you anyway.” 

Sirius’ mouth pinches. He thumbs at your ankle apologetically. “James would have us both flat on our backs in under a minute. Admire your confidence, though.” He sucks in a breath. “Rem, James!” 

The TV shuts off, and then there are footsteps on the stairs. Sirius is impervious to your glare, only picking your foot up again and turning it this way and that to see it better. 

“What?” James calls. You can hear Remus grumbling about how your apartment is hardly large enough to necessitate this much yelling. 

“In here!” Sirius shouts back. 

The door opens a second later, your other two boyfriends crowding the already small bathroom. James is crouched in an instant, setting a hand on Sirius’ shoulder to steady himself. 

“Oh, lovie, what’d you do?” 

You open your mouth to respond, but Sirius says, “Can one of you grab the first aid kit and a pen light? I can’t see if there’s anything still in here.”

“There shouldn’t be,” you say as Remus goes for the kit. “I already took out the glass.” 

Both Sirius and James look up from your foot, eyebrows raised. 

“And what were you doing that you ended up with glass in your foot?” Sirius asks. 

Your shoulders gravitate towards your ears. “Cleaning up the glass that I broke.” 

Remus hums disapprovingly as he passes a pen light to Sirius, who clicks it on, shining it onto your foot. You do your best to pretend this doesn’t make you want to crawl out of your skin. 

“When did that happen?” he asks. 

“This morning.” 

“Sweetheart.” James’ disapproval is evident in his voice. You can’t bring yourself to look up and witness it in his face, too. 

“And why didn’t you say anything when you hurt yourself?” Remus asks. He sits down beside you, eyes on what the other two are doing though you can feel his attention on you. 

“Because I didn’t want to bother you,” you say quietly. 

He tsks, and he doesn’t need to say anything more. It’s plain enough you’re in trouble. 

For a few moments, the silence is thick and hot, torturous, but surprisingly it's Sirius who does you the mercy of putting you out of your misery. 

“It doesn’t look like you’ve got any more glass in here.” He clicks off the pen light, and your hamstrings sigh in relief as he lowers your foot to rest back in his lap. “That’s lucky,” he tells you severely. “You can’t always rely on just picking out the big piece and having that be that.” 

“Stitches?” Remus asks, and you tense. You hadn’t even considered that. 

“I don’t think so,” Sirius says, but he sounds uncertain. “It’s just barely deep enough, though.” 

“Let’s see.” James holds out his hands, and Sirius hands it off to him. You try to ignore the fact that your foot is being passed around like something a child brought to show-and-tell. James takes up the pen light, peering at it for a few moments before nodding decisively. He pats the side of your foot. “I think you should be safe.” 

You must look as relieved as you feel, because James smiles, squeezing up the length of your calf. 

“What I really don’t understand,” he says lightly, “is why the hell you’ve been keeping it wrapped in toilet paper.” 

You can’t help but return his smile sheepishly as you shrug. “It works,” you say. “Plus, Remus gatekeeps the first aid kit.” 

“It’s only in the cabinet above the toilet,” Remus sighs. 

Sirius scoffs, and James reaches across you to pat him on the thigh. “No one can reach it up there but you, love.” 

You look over in time to catch your boyfriend’s eye roll, paired with the smirk he tries to hide. “Regardless,” he says, “it seems as though it wouldn’t be an issue if anyone who can’t reach it,” his eyes slide to yours, and you find new interest in the floor tiles, “would just ask someone else to get it for them, rather than being secretive.” You can feel his gaze searing into the side of your head, but you refuse to look up even when Sirius snickers and pinches your leg meanly. “If you didn’t have the kit, how did you clean it, dove?” 

“It’s clean,” you hedge, but make the mistake of looking up into Sirius’ stern gaze. He cocks an eyebrow as if to say Go on. “I ran it under the tap in the bathtub.” 

Remus sighs, Sirius groans, and James lets his head fall fully forward onto your knee. 

“Sweetheart,” James presses a kiss to your shin, “my love, I know you mean well, but this is why you need to tell us things.” 

“What’s the problem?” you ask as Remus moves to sit by Sirius, opening up the first aid kit. “Water’s just as good.” 

“It’s really not,” Sirius says, “seeing as water doesn’t actually kill bacteria. Do you want to stay where you are or sit up on the counter, darling?” 

“I’ve got a better idea.” James scooches over by you, lifting you by your waist and setting you in his lap. “There. Far more comfortable, don’t you think?” 

“Much.” You grin, turning your head to kiss him. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Spent a whole day keeping secrets and still getting the princess treatment.” Sirius’ tone is equal parts teasing and affectionate as he smooths a hand up and down your calf. “We must really love you or something.”

[https-murdock]

You’d Like That, Huh? - Matt Murdock

summary: Matt would love to put a baby in you, huh?

word count: 1.8k

warnings: porn with a lil plot, breeding kink, blowjob, unprotected sex (no!), swearing, use of ‘good girl’ and some insults like ‘whore’, oral F receiving, multiple orgasms.

note: trying to explore new kinks in my writings and obviously had to do one of my faves

You’d noticed immediately.

The sheen of sweat just above his brow, the blush that rose so quickly across his cheeks - and that damn cute awkward laugh he did when he got all nervous.

Matt knew how to keep it together, he’s a lawyer after all. But not with you, everything to you was so painfully clear - he had no secrets.

“Oh, my god. you are into it.” You smirk, standing up from the couch in shock, looking down at Matt and his giggling face as he tries to wriggle out of the silent admission.

“No- well, i-“ He’s stuttering now, an even more telling sign given he’s always been such a confident speaker.

This realisation came from a little joke that had come from you so casually you hadn’t even thought about it - you were used to keeping your secret kink to yourself, thinking Matt would have the opposite reaction to… this.

“You’d like that, huh?” You smile, coming to straddle his suit clad thighs, hands meeting his stubbled cheeks.

“So what if i would?” He asks, and he’s becoming more confident again. You decide to have your fun, watch him squirm, “What if i’d like that too?,” you begin, “What if i’d like you to put a baby in me, Matt?”

It’s something you’d thought about so many times before, being so full with his cum that you could feel it for days. A little swollen belly full of him, feeling him there always.

“Fuck.” Is all Matt is able to whisper, meeting your lips with his in a time-stopping kiss, teeth clashing, lips smacking. It’s messy, it’s loud - it’s hot.

Kissing Matt like this always felt as if it was happening for the first time all over again. Desperation, clinging to each other, the feeling of needing to rip his clothes off no matter where it was happening. Fingers gripping into his suit jacket, hips rocking down over his bulge.

You let yourself slide downward, leading a trail of kisses on his neck behind you, lifting his hands and motioning for him to take his shirt off. When your knees hit the floor and you start palming over his already hard bulge in his suit pants, he groans lowly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. S’hot.” It’s painfully obvious how flustered you’ve gotten him, and you’re relishing in it.

“What do you want? What’s it you always tell me, Use your words, hmm?” You’ve managed to slide his belt off and his pants down, looking up at him, still with those red glasses on that for whatever reason always made you that much wetter.

“Your mouth, sweetheart. please.” He seems out of breath, and you aren’t sure whether that’s still the remainder of shock that you’d also been daydreaming about him filling you up, or pure excitement for what he’s about to get.

You finally slide down his boxers and launch them across the room, now impatient yourself to taste him. Running your tongue over that sensitive vein near his tip, you listen closely to the way his breathing hitches - and his shoulders are already more relaxed than they were from his work day.

Matt always craved you, in any form of way. Nothing could ever quite fill the space that was left when he wasn’t buried deep within you. He always needed to be as close to you as physically possible, whether that was your little punishments for being bratty, or when he was feeling more like the one that belonged underneath you for a change.

Tasting the precum that’s already leaking from him, you hum to yourself, whispering “Always tastes so sweet.”

“Need to fill you, full of me.” He’s speaking, and there’s something in his voice you’ve never heard before. He’s usually the dominant one, but now he’s telling you this as if it’s the last chance he’ll ever get.

You let your lips enclose around him now, hollowing your cheeks. Your head slowly begins to bob up and down with the feeling of his fingers tied within your hair, helping the movements.

“S-shit, so good. Take me so well.” Matt grunts, pushing your head down a little further and throwing his head back when he realises he can smell exactly how wet you’ve already gotten for him, knowing he’s going to absolutely ruin you by the end of the night.

You take him right to the hilt, feeling him push strongly at the back of your throat. He lets your head fall up and down slowly for a few minutes, his hips bucking upwards when he feels the strings of spit attaching to him.

Suddenly, he’s pulling on your hair to remove your mouth from him, much to your dismay.

“Stand up.” He’s being strong with you now, you can tell by the low growl he’s adopted when he talks. You immediately do as you’re told, something you’ve learned with the many punishments you’ve endured over your time together.

As he stands up in front of you, his strong, firm hands gripping onto your thighs - he lifts you up and you toss your legs around his waist, immediately reconnecting your lips. Matt carries you into his bedroom, throwing you into the bed and smirking when he hears your heartbeat, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“So beautiful, and all mine.” He smiles, kissing your thighs as he lets himself drop between them, slight stubble causing little burning sensations across your skin. “So good for me.” You aren’t sure if he’s talking to himself at this stage, looking down to see his dark hair nestled in between your legs like it’s where he belongs. And that’s exactly how he feels, like he belongs here.

He lets his tongue slip through his lips, meeting your already soaked folds and moaning to himself when he finally gets his first taste of you.

“F-Matt please.” You start to beg as soon as the feeling of his tongue disappears.

“Hmmm, knew you wanted this. Could tell the second i came home. Such a little whore for me.” Matt says, and you love when this side of him gets released. The dark, sometimes a little mean side of him.

Next thing you know, your clothes are all around the room and he’s going feral for the taste of you. Tongue sliding its way into your hole, the edge of his nose bumping against your clit. Your hips buck to try and meet his face, trying to find some release for the tension he was building in you. You bask in the way his mouth makes you feel as he kisses, licks, sucks - anything to taste as much of you as he can.

“Matt, i’m so- I’m gonna cum.” You rush out, pulling tightly on his hair as his arms fight to keep your thighs open as well as he can, the vibrations of his own moans running through you and leading you right to the edge of the cliff he’s pushed you so far toward.

White specks of nothing cloud your eyes as your body morphs, back arching into the bed. Your orgasm rips through you so strongly Matt holds down your hips as they buck at the feeling. “Fuck, love it when you come on my face.” He mutters, sitting up and wiping some of your slick from his lips.

Running his two middle fingers through your folds, collecting some of your wetness onto them and lifting them to your lips, he says “taste yourself.” leading you to accept his gesture, running your tongue around his digits and watching the way his facial expressions immediately morph into more pleasure.

“P-please, let me feel you. Need you.” You speak, the only sound being your voice and the traffic outside as Matt basks in the way you beg.

“Mmm, such a little slut for me, You wan’me to fill you up?” He’s asking, tapping his cock on your clit, your body jolting at the sensitive feeling.

“Yesyesyes” You spit, desperate just to feel him.

He pushes into you, the familiar feeling engulfing him as your walls suck him in. The stretch he always brings along with him is always a tight but easy feeling, his size shocking you each time he rolls his hips home again.

“H-Holy shit, sweetheart. So tight.” He leans his hands next to your head, pushing forward until he hits his limit, sitting with the way your slick walls hug him.

You feel like you could transcend, feeling the little bulge of his cock in your lower stomach, and immediately getting an intense feeling between your legs, saying “You gonna put a baby in me? huh?” and listening to the way he moans in response.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Want me to get you pregnant. fill you up so deep and let you feel me.” Matt grunts, hips slamming full force into yours, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the thought of him releasing.

“Y-Yes fuck yes.” Your sentences aren’t making sense any more, just words half strung together.

He can feel it approaching for the both of you, the way you clench around him so hard it feels like he has to bully his way back in. Matt tries to hold his orgasm off, knowing he’ll be far too sensitive to push you over the edge again after he falls, so he leads his thumb over to your mouth, letting you take it in and wet it before he rubs tight circles around your clit, listening to the way your moans get more high pitched the closer he gets you.

“F-Shit, come for me. Come all over me babe.” He’s telling you, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it before. “Gonna fill you up so good, put a baby in you.”

Again, you’re tipping over the edge into a world you’ve never felt before. Eyes rolling backward into your head again, it’s almost painful the way you convulse underneath him, the slight pinching feeling still there from the size of him pushing continuously inside of you feels amazing.

As your hearing starts to return, you can feel the way his hips stutter slightly, before finally releasing into you - and it’s the loudest you’ve ever heard him moan. As he pulls out, he collapses to the side of you, panting and out of breath.

“You not gonna clean me up? what happened to my gentleman?” You smirk, giggling when he does.

“D’you not want it to stick? thought you wanted me to put a baby in you…” He flirts, hugging you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head with the gentleness he always possessed. “That’s what you’d love isn’t it, Mr.Murdock.” You tell him, looking up and seeing him gently closing his eyes, clearly satisfied.

“Having a little you forever? of course i would.” He smiles largely, white teeth flashing that charm he always carries with him.

Matt would love that, and even if it doesn’t happen - he’ll always love trying.

— tags :)

@lambmurdock @parker-murdock @silas-aeiou @blushingrn @audreyclimbs @pupmurdock @millennial-birkin

[prettyboypistol]

How to Seduce the TF2 Mercs

Scout

Pay attention to him. Give him genuine compliments and honest feedback. He wants to feel loved and like he's worth someone's time.

Kisses and physical affection. Mans thinks about the time you put your hand on his shoulder for weeks.

Just say you love him, man. He's been overlooked his whole life.

Soldier

Take him seriously- don't belittle him or make jokes about how he views the world. He knows he's a little crazy but he is genuinely trying his best to make the world a better place.

Defend him!!! If someone shit talks him, punch that motherfucker in the jaw!!

Honest discussions with you asking a lot of questions, take the time to get to know him and you'll have a defender for the rest of your life.

Pyro

Much like with Soldier, defend them and take the time to get to know them.

Gifts, gifts, gifts!!! Give them gifts!

Be a little flirty ;> don't baby them! Treat them like the adult they are!

Demoman

Bro just ask to fuck. He'll probably say yes.

He loves a bold mf that knows how to take what they want. Come on to him, buy him a drink, and ask if he's got any company for the night.

If you're going for something a little more long term, just remove the sleeping aspect. Just say you're interested in getting to know him you'll most likely get a date and see how things go.

Engineer

He's a sucker for practical use gifts (i.e. mechanical oil, a new wrench, etc) or sentimental gifts (photograph of you two, love letters)

Call him handsome! Call him pretty and a gentleman! Appeal to that cowboy energy and treat him all respectful like and you'll definitely catch his interest.

If you're not the type to do all that song and dance, go the opposite route. Stump him with a logistic problem and tease him about it. He'll nonstop think about you for months and bitch about you to his sentries.

Heavy

Mikhail likes hotheads and determined people, someone who's not afraid to fight if the situation comes to it.

Ask him about general things and slowburn that mf about nice conversations until you two can talk about personal things.

Ask him to help you clean your guns! Ask him weaponry questions about what would suit you better in the field!

Medic

GET THIS MAN SOME ORGANS. GET HIM SOME FUNDING!!!! get him a lil lovebirddddd

Take the time to get to know his birds and if the birds like you, Medic automatically likes you more.

Take an interest in his medical discoveries and his life! He's a prime yapper and wants to t a l k. That's why he never shuts up when doing surgery.

Spy

Romance him traditionally, to be honest. Keep it classy and court him like the romantic he is. Roses placed in his locker, prime dinners delivered to his door, BE A ROMANTIC ABOUT IT.

If you can't dance, ask him to teach you "for a mission" (He will know that you're the one behind all the flirtatious gestures bc he's SPY)

Butter up that man like he's a piece of toast. Handsome young man who captured your heart and holds it hostage. Classy gentleman that could get away with world domination with gorgeous eyes like that.

Sniper

Don't come on too strong, he's a bristly one. Be calm and casual. Hit him with that friends to lovers.

He's more of a tough nut to crack and insecure of if you actually like him, so be sure to flood his mind with ambiguous hints when you think you see signs of him showing interest in you.

To really seal yourself in his heart, spend a lot of quality time with him! Go camping, hunting, fishing, driving, anything that gets the both of you alone and quiet.

[celestialprincesse]

Dinner 💌

Your eyes scan for John in the crowd, stopping on a muscled figure in a corner booth nestled at the quiet edge of the high end restaurant - conveniently a place that you'd wanted to try, but had neither the time nor money to enjoy a ninety pound steak. He only spots you when he registers your heels clicking amongst the chatter of the patrons, the sound of your gait something he'd inadvertently committed to memory upon your first day in his office.

"John." You acknowledge with a polite smile, heat running from your temples to the apples of your cheeks when he indicates for you to sit down beside him, and you do as you're told with a subtle nod, setting your purse at your side and producing a small leather notebook, a pen hooked over the front page for easy access.

"You're early, he notes, trying to hide the way his eyes roam over you and the floaty looking fabric of your dress, which he can't help but wonder what it would feel like between his fingers.

"Your watch is behind." You point at the dial before comparing it to your own, which you have a habit of making sure is correct down to the second, seeing as it is your job to be timely not only for yourself, but also your employer, and the rest of the task force who've unwittingly also become reliant on you to remind them of things they would otherwise forget. He gives a soft chuff before taking your wrist gently, seemingly not even realising the way he breaks the physical - professional barrier between the two of you as he focusses on changing the time on his expensive watch.

Once he's freed your wrist with a grateful smile angled down at you, you pick up the black, leather-bound menu, trying to hide the way your stomach drops and eyes widen at the frankly obscene prices of the plates here. "What makes a salad worth over sixty pounds?" you muse incredulously, trying to fill the silence that occupies the space between you and your boss.

"It's got truffle on it, Love." He notes, leaning into your space to point at the menu, not seeming to notice the way you flush beet red at the nickname.

"Still crazy." Your voice comes out as more of a petulant grumble than you'd like it to, which only makes him laugh affectionately in response. "You're not ordering the cheapest thing on the menu." John instructs with a casual dominance, raising an eyebrow in your direction when you widen your eyes at him like a deer in headlights, blinking slowly as you try and register his perceptiveness. You stutter - no - you flounder like some beached fish, face scarlet with embarrassment "I was not! - I! - What?" You squeak, completely failing at trying to seem indignant, hiding your face in your menu when he just smiles knowingly at you, placing a reassuring hand on the small of your back, which only serves to fluster you more.

"It's all paid for. Order the Wagyu and a magnum of Möet. Go crazy." He croons like trying to reassure a nervous child, never lifting his hand from your back.

His hand remains possessively in the little arch of your spine even as the men he's supposed to meet with arrive, shaking their hands and introducing you to them like you're so much more than just some secretary sent to babysit him by Laswell - which to him, you are. He's become reliant on you, not just to manage his affairs but also to brighten his days and remind him that not everyone in the world is awful, there are still people that are truly kind and good and lovely.

You do your job better than you know, not only taking minutes, but also distracting the men you dine across from with fabulous efficiency, batting your eyelashes at them in that way you don't even realise you're doing until you've practically seduced them into signing a contract they've hardly read - all whilst you enjoy your dinner and the one glass of champagne you've allotted yourself for the night.

John enjoys having you on his arm, not even realising the way you seem to automatically snuggle yourself into his side with every laugh he elicits from you. Occasionally he leans into your side, murmuring low in your ear, giving you goosebumps when his breath fans across your cheek, hand squeezing tighter around your waist. You know that there's two other people across the table from you, yet everything still feels strangely intimate despite the fact that he is very much still your boss, even outside of the workplace, you're technically still working.

As dinner winds down, the men order Bourbon and you flounder, asking the waitress for a herbal tea, totally flustered. You can't have a coffee now because you won't sleep, you can't order another drink because you're driving (and a massive lightweight) so you opt for a chamomile tea which you sip at whilst John and his colleagues finalise their deal over fancy spirits and cigars. Whilst the two men opposite the two of you speak, your boss leans into your ear, murmuring something about how lovely the whiskey is and how you should've ordered some. "M' driving." You mutter lowly to him, batting your eyelashes.

"Try some of mine then." He hums gruffly, lifting his glass to your lips, sending heat shooting down your spine as he tilts it so the bourbon floods your mouth and he floods your senses.

"S' nice."

"That's my girl."

[cryobabyy]

cooper adams has a mommy kink. take this where you please

what is it finna play.........WOAH

NSFW UNDER THE CUT (lowkey a whole ass fic)

Okay so obviously, the man has some serious rules. He's meticulous, well-organized, and a master at compartmentalizing each section of his various lifes; Work!Cooper, Dad!Cooper, Husband!Cooper, and ofc 'The Butcher' (He rolls his eyes when the media starts calling him that. He thinks it's corny and tasteless lol.). It's all neatly organized into little sections that never touch.

HOWEVER, he has an urge that doesn't fit in with any of the tidy little pockets of his life he's curated. He's in control. Everything has a time and a place. So he would have to carve out time to explore the urge.

ENTER YOU; a broke college kid who has a weird little escorting side hustle. Every weekend you let some well-to-do older guy take you out to dinner, and buy you something expensive in exchange for your time and attention. Sometimes they ask you to do weird shit, like send a video of you stepping on a cake, or spitting in their mouth. Textbooks are expensive, so you usually agree for a price.

You get a Tinder message from a dude named Cooper. He has two pictures. Cropped pictures from the neck down. One with his shirt on, one with his shirt off. He's got this fit dad bod thing going on. Nice.

At his request, you meet at a sports bar.

Oh shit??? He's tall? and attractive??? You're a professional though (kinda), so you remind yourself that it's strictly business.

Cooper is extremely charming, he makes you laugh, and he tells you he's divorced and never had kids. He's a police officer, nearly retired. He shows you his badge because he doesn't want you to feel unsafe. Seems legit. He tells you he's just looking for some company, but not anything more.

You tell him about yourself, that you're a sophomore in college, you're supporting yourself, and doing stuff like this was more enjoyable than signing up for Uber.

Cooper is having a blast listening to you prattle on about your cute little life. He thinks you're adorable and pathetically naive. You believed his song and dance, and for that he respected you. He liked that, in a way, you're a hustler just like him. In another life, he would have liked to keep you in a cage like a pet bird. But he likes you, so you get to live.

You're having fun..... like maybe too much fun. If this were a normal date and not a mutually consensual transaction, you would have wanted him to throw you over his shoulder and take you home.

You share buffalo wings and a couple drinks. It's so casual, you forget you're technically working. He's a gentleman, he walks you to your car. You're kinda disappointed the night is coming to an end, so you perk up at his request.

"I'm having a great time with you, and I don't want to be too forward, but do you think we can take the party somewhere else? I can make it worth your time."

You're at a crossroads. Prostitution is illegal, but is it still prostitution if you really, really want to fuck this 6'3 silver fox? You don't even want his money at this point, you just want him.

"What is this, a sting operation?" You're only half joking. He laughs.

"I wouldn't have told you I'm a cop if it was."

You tell him you don't want his money, that you're in the back of his black SUV, straddling his lap making out and undoing his belt buckle because you want to.

He looks up at you and nods. "Yes, m'am."

It clicks right then and there.

this man wants to be dominated.

you experimentally put a hand to his throat and squeeze.

He groans in response, bucking his hip upwards. You can feel him straining against his pants underneath you.

Holy shit, this 6'3 cop wants you to make him your bitch. The plot twist of the century. You thought you were going to be the one tied up.

"You gonna be a good boy for me, Cooper?" You use your free hand to push a silvery strand of brown hair behind his ear. You've done some weird shit before, but nothing like this. You didn't exactly hate it either.

He nods eagerly, his breathing labored. "I'll do whatever you fucking tell me."

You decide to test some boundaries and give him a sharp slap across the face, and he keens like a little slut. Holy shit this is really happening.

"Watch your fucking mouth."

He's a mess, cheeks red, hair in his face. He looks up at you, and you see something that looks like equal parts hate and admiration in his eyes. It's low-key scary, but you're also soaking fucking wet.

"I'm sorry." He grits out, rutting his constrained cock against your thigh.

You move your leg away, he groans at the loss. You hold his jaw between your index finger and your thumb.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, mommy."

Whaaaatttt???? Okay be cool, be cool, you got this

"Good boy."

In the dark recesses of Cooper's mind, he observes the situation he's put you in as a third party. He came here to get an itch scratched, and what a fucking relief it was; to be safely out of control in a controlled environment.

He asks for permission to eat you out.

You make him beg for it. Tell him he doesn't deserve it.

"Show me how bad you want it." You tell him to touch himself.

He pulls himself out, you look down in between your mostly clothed bodies and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep your cool.

He's becoming incoherent, a breathless mess. He's begging you to let him touch you. Your resolve crumbles at the sight of him, wet lipped, dark-eyed, and heaving.

"Don't disappoint me, Cooper."

AND THATS ALL HE NEEDS TO HEAR

He wastes no time getting your back against the backseat door and your legs spread and your panties pushed to the side. You nearly forgot he was twice your size and could throw you around like a doll if he wanted.

He's ravenous. Like he was starving.

The man has talent for eating pussy, clearly.

You have a hard time keeping up your end of this dynamic because this motherfucker (lol) is making your legs SHAKE. You have to bite your lips to stop yourself from begging him to just fuck you.

You come in like 60 seconds obviously, the sound that rips from your chest makes you sound like a preening little bitch.

You grab a fist full of his hair to regain some control, and he groans into you.

You quite literally have to pull him off you lol

You're completely lost in the sauce at this point

You don't even know who's really in charge here??

Doesn't matter because you're already half hazardously pulling his jeans down his thighs and he's pushing your leg over his shoulder.

You use one hand to dig your nails into his ass, and the other to hold him by the throat.

Despite you being in control, Cooper sets a punishing pace, and you can't find it in you to reprimand him or whatever you were supposed to do. Instead, you just grit praises through your teeth.

"You're such a good fucking boy, Cooper. Such a- fuck. Say it. Whose mommy's good boy?"

He doesn't say anything for a second, so you plant a sharp little slap across his face. He groans.

"Answer me."

"I am."

"That's fucking right, baby." You croon.

That seems to send him right over the fucking edge.

When he comes inside you, he puts his full weight on you, wraps his hand around your neck, and makes the most intense eye contact you've ever had in your life. It startles the fuck out of you.

His final thrusts are punctuated by hissing swear words. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck."

And then??? it's just??? Over???

He pulls off of you, tucks himself back in his pants, and smooths his hair back into place.

(CONTINUED IN SECOND POST LOL)

[dabisbratz]

FORGIVENESS. — aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: 2.1k

WARNING: dirty talk (sho has the filthiest mouth ever :O), choking (brief), manhandling, slapping, face-grabbing, degradation/humiliation, semi-public sex, frottage, blowjob mention, creampie, ruined orgasm

genitalia terms: dick, cock, hole, cunt, pussy (even though these terms are used the readers genitals are ambiguous)

a/n: UMM I THINK I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE…….. DIALOGUE no one talks about how embarrassing it is to write this stuff outtttt my face is burning

“I just want to know why.” Aizawa says, hunched over with his hands in his pockets. You can see how tense his shoulders are, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. In the middle of Musutafu’s central police station, you sit in an uncomfortably stiff chair that digs into your thighs, the plastic all but holding you in place. It wasn’t even your fault— Okay, maybe throwing the first punch was your fault. And ignoring Shouta’s dire instructions to stay out of trouble. And maybe you deserve a slap on the wrist for instigating….But what was a broken leg to a regeneration quirk?

And maybe the whole argument-in-front-of-the-police thing wasn’t very smart either. So what, you’re a big boy. You can handle yourself, you don’t need Shouta’s saving.

“He’ll live.” Is all you say, watching Shouta’s jaw clench. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he nods once, crossing his arms over his chest. Through his black shirt, though baggy, you can see the swell of his biceps as they rest on his opposing knuckles. And because you just can’t help yourself, you grumble, “Bitch deserved it anyway.”

“Right..” He laughs, almost in disbelief, as he signs something you can’t quite make out at the reception table. Then he turns to you and grabs your arm, tightening his grip as he walks you out the station. You have the urge to run, to scramble out of his grasp and go as far as your legs will take you. To your left, a police officer looks ready to ask you more questions but he’s interrupted before he can even take an opening breath. “He’s with me, I got it handled.”

You’re fucked.

“Airheaded little boys and bars don’t mix,” He makes a passing comment, opening the passenger's seat to his car and hastily pushing you in. Usually, the casual dominance of his large, veiny hands buckling your seatbelt for you would have you swooning, raising your chin to steal a kiss on his stubbled cheek with a saccharine smile. Instead, you turn your head away, watching Shouta close the door and briskly walk to the driver’s seat, and from there he sits with bristle, moving his hair out of his handsome face. His eyes remain heavy-lidded, dark circles cascading into deep shadows around his tired eyes. “Do you—“

“I know you can’t say the same for yourself, but I handle myself just fine.” You feel quite proud of yourself for that one, crossing your arms over your chest and setting your jaw— just like you’d seen the hero do before.

“Aht, what do I always say about speaking over me?” Aizawa’s grip on your jaw tightens, squeezing your cheeks and pushing your lips together. You look much sweeter like this, quiet and anticipating as you look at him with wide eyes. His dark eyes are even darker, stone cold and unrelenting— but you can see a trickle of red light gleam through them. “Repeat it.”

“‘M’not sh’posed sh’to…” And part of you wants to ignore how the sadistic quirk of his lips upturns as you speak, but the brat in you just can’t let it go. You roll your eyes, averting your gaze as if the traffic lights are the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“Oh, so you can listen,” You just choose not to. His grip loosens as he pulls out the parking lot, driving in silence.

Save for the occasional blinker signal sound as he drives— wherever you’re going isn’t home, you’d realized after a particularly sharp turn into a vacant lot. During the drive, Aizawa seems to have collected himself, his long, dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail that trickled down his shoulders. Evidently, he didn’t want to drive angry, and most certainly didn’t want to punish you while angry. “Need me to pound some sense into you, baby? Knock those bratty thoughts right outta that pretty head of yours?”

A high whine threatens to escape your throat, Shouta reaching over to grab your throat and nip at your lips, trailing hot, wet kisses and bites down to your chin and throat. He seems to move your body so easily, manhandling you into the perfect position to be used, into positions that have you whining and moaning like a slut. Your legs spread across his lap, and had his seat not been lowered, you’d surely have smacked your head into the ceiling.

It’s embarrassing, all it takes is a few kisses and bites to have you rutting in his arms, desperate to blow off steam and even more desperate for him. Aizawa’s hands rest at your hips, holding you down while he grinds into you slowly, like he’s fucking you, save for the layers of clothes in the way. You click your tongue, fingers exploring the dark sea of hair framing his face. You go to pull, wrapping the locks around your fingers, but your efforts are fruitless.

“You wanna touch? That’s cute. Ask for it, I know you can use your manners, gonna ask to touch me, baby?” He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and gruff and stern. It’s completely rhetorical, he’s demanding you ask. The low purr of his voice sends shivers down your spine, instinctively you move to touch between your thighs, to feel pressure where you need it, but you can’t.

Because Shouta stops you with his stupidly large and strong hands. Because Shouta’s gaze is stern and downright scary. Because Shouta’s dick could be inches down your throat by now, had you just been a good boy, and the promise of that in the future makes you want to pause. Still, you groan, because how dare he deprive you of his dick. How dare he let you sit there, drooling for it and whiney as if that’s not evidence enough.

“You just needed some attention, didn’t you?” Aizawa purrs, unbuttoning your clingy jeans and pulling them past the swell of your ass to place a harsh smack straight across it. You jerk forward, face falling into his shoulder as he laughs at you, condescending and evil and mean. “Needed Daddy to hold your hand, whisper a few pretty words in your ears and give that greedy pussy a stern talkin’ to.”

“Don’t— don’t call it that,” You whisper, weak in the knees and your limbs feel like jello.

“Why not? That’s what it is, isn’t it? Always so ready and pretty, always aching for Daddy’s tongue, fingers.. his cock. Got a perfect pussy on my boy, don’t I? S’a perfect fit.”

His dick springs to life, through the fly of his comfortable pants and twitching against his matching black sweatshirt. Your mouth waters, watching as the brown-pink tip leaks precum, a particularly pretty vein disappearing into the head and wrapping around his shaft. You want to trace it with your tongue, drool all over it and have him force it down your throat while you cry and moan. Knowing Shouta, he’d pinch your nose and watch you struggle to breathe with a sweet smile on his face.

You can hear the faint click of the center console organizer closing, and the loud squelch of lube pouring, but you don’t expect the cool sensation of it being rubbed into your skin. It feels nice against the blazing smack from earlier, but all you can think of is how obscene you must look, whining in your Daddy’s arms while he prods at your hole and squeezes handfuls of your ass. Cool air brushes against your hole, you’re spread out for anyone to see, back arched while you push back on his fingers and moan like a whore.

“Such a greedy hole,” Shouta tuts, smacking your ass once more as a warning to get you to stop moving. You both know if he wanted to he could simply grab your hips, hold you in place and finger your brains out, but he wants you to keep your composure yourself. You said it, anyways. You can handle yourself just fine. “Gonna let me fuck this cunt stupid, baby? Stretch you out like you need it. Don’t rush.”

His fingers curl inside you, moans bubbling in your throat as your hips buck forward, your front clothed and aching. Your eyes roll back, a knot forming in your stomach as your abdomen clenches and his fingers thrust into the same sweet spot over and over and over. You mewl and cry, blabbering nonsense into his ears while he nips at your cheek, calling you a slut for liking this so much, for trying to take his fingers deeper, even once they’ve reached the final knuckle.

“Never. Fuckin’. Satisfied.” He enunciates with particularly sharp thrusts before slowly sliding his fingers out of you, feeling your hole wink around nothing, empty once again. He wipes the remaining lube on his fingers onto your face, watching as your watery eyes blink in delayed confusion. He smiles, sadistically sweet before slapping you across the cheek and pushing his fingers into your mouth, watching your lips curl into a dopey smile. Still, you’re empty.

Too empty.

“Wait.. wait.. Sho’, wan’ more.. c‘mon, give it t’me, please! I can— M’your good boy, m’a good boy..” You sob, wailing in his cock as he pushes his head against your hole. You wriggle down, watching as his strong hands tighten around your waist. He holds you there, thrusting up into your hole to use you like a fleshlight, groaning as your warmth wraps around his big dick, and kisses his tip with velvet.

You squeal, eyes scrunched closed as he raises you up and down as if you weigh nothing, an aching burn in your thighs as you struggle to push down onto his cock.

“Shut up, if they catch you taking a Pro-Hero’s dick like some whore that’s all you’ll ever be known for,” He gasps, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear inside you through the side-view mirror. Sticky precum holds you two together, making a particularly sloppy sound when he pulls out completely, then slams back in. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna be passed around at an agency, see how many loads you can take in that fuckin’ cunt.”

“M’sorry, Shou— M’sorry Daddy, please..!”

“You’ll take what I give you, brat,” His thrusts grow sluggish and sloppy as you crash into him and pant in his ear, tears streaming down your pretty face as every coherent thought leaves your brain. All you can muster out are jumbled pleas, toes curling as you grab his shirt— how slutty you must look while he’s still fully clothed. “You can handle yourself, right? You’ll cum on this dick with no hands, let Daddy fuck a load into you while you cum since you think you’re such a big boy.”

The knot in your abdomen tightens, your hole fluttering around his cock as Shouta moans, and you feel your body shutter as it briefly goes numb. You’re cumming, your head falls forward as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing in his lap with tiny, “Uh, uh, uh”‘s. Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock impossibly deep until you feel warmth flood your stomach, but before you can ride the high of getting your release, Shouta shoves you down at the hilt of his dick, pumping rope after rope inside you.

You want to cry, ball your hands into fists and beat at his chest because of course, you’re not allowed to cum. Of course, your orgasm is ruined and he gets to huff out satisfied breaths.

So mean.

“I know,” He sighs, breathless and tired as he slowly lifts you off his cock, hissing at the sensitivity. You let him do it, clawing at his shirt with a newfound lack of strength, whining as he catches the cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your spent hole. He squeezes your ass one last time before pulling your pants and underwear back up, buttoning your jeans as if he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you high and dry. “I’m so mean, so mean. I’ll make it up to you.”

Too fucked out to say anything, you let him situate you back in the passengers seat, watching as he buckles your seatbelt for you. Whining, you grab his wrist, letting a sleepy smile grace your lips as he kisses your cheek. You had a lot to talk about once you got home, but he’d let you sleep for now.

“Brat.” He hums, nothing but love in his voice.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 4: Creampie

Pairings: Itachi Uchiha x male reader

This guy

Warnings: smashing, kissing, hickeys, anal fingering actual sex this time, bottom reader, doggystyle, creampie DUH

Word count: 1272

You were walking the streets in Konoha when you caught the attention of the man, the myth, the better Uchiha brother, Itachi Uchiha himself. Though you two have never met you felt a strong attraction to each other, probably because you're both hot af but that's just a guess. (I don't give a shit about what you think about yourself, you're beautiful so just fucking deal with it because it's true.)

Though he had important Akatsuki shit to do but how is he supposed to focus on that when your hot ass is right there. So, he had a different idea.

He walked right up next to you, and you just thought it was pure coincidence that did until...

"Hi there." He randomly said, you were now a tad weirded out. Not only did this really hot guy just randomly walk up to you but he's also talking to you, the fuck.

"Hi?" You said in a questioning voice. You were still very confused on why he was trying to start a conversation.

"I just saw you walking around and had to talk to you." He expressed; no nervousness detected in his voice.

"Why?" You questioned in a sassy tone.

"Because you're hot." He answered, the only form of emotion is the light smile he has on. So that's why he did all of this, because he thought you're hot. Your face is filled with shock by the sudden confession that he said so casually. "So would you like to go to my place?"

"Why the fuck would I want to go to your place now?" You questioned back, completely dumbfounded by his obscene question. He answers this by getting right up to your ear and whispering,

"Because I want to see what this..." He answered seductively, hand resting on your ass "looks like with my cum spilling out." Though you are shocked you follow him anyway on where he is staying.

On your walk you two don't say much to each other until arriving at the hotel he is staying at for the time being. He puts his arm out, probably for you to wrap yours around, which is exactly what you do.

"Such a gentleman," you said with a big grin.

"I aim to please." He responded, a seductive undertone littered through his sentence. He led you to his room and when he closed the door, he immediately picked you right up and brought you to his bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and follows suit as he gets up on top of you.

He begins to slowly kiss you; you immediately kiss him back. Your mouths collide together in a sweet embrace when he brings his tongue to your lips asking for entrance which you automatically accept.

Your tongues begin to collide, fighting for dominance definitively in the lead. He takes over and controls the kiss, his hands going to grab your hips while yours lay around his neck. His mouth breaks away from the kiss which leads to you having a surprised and disappointed expression until he begins to kiss your neck.

He litters little kisses all throughout your face until going back to your neck, littering it with love bites and licking over said bites. His knee starts to rub your crotch, causing you to moan.

He takes off both of your shirts and proceeds to lick your perked up left nipple. He rubs the other one with his finger, causing you to moan even more. He stops though, wanting to get to the main part.

He takes off your pants first but follows closely after with his, eager to get the show on the road. He sticks his fingers into your hole and gives it a few pups until it's ready.

Finally, the best for last. Your mouth drops when you see his long dick. Like what has already been established, it's long, not super girthy but enough to where it'll do the job. He also has a trimmed yet noticeable bush.

Just seeing is enough to make you drool but your horny body doesn't have time to admire so you spread your thighs open for him. He notices this clear sign to go ahead so that is exactly what he does.

Itachi sticks his long cock into you, it takes a while due to the little foreplay and because you are awfully tight, but the main hold up is his extreme length. It's already felt like ages and it's only halfway in. He kisses you, allowing you to relax enough for it to go deep enough.

He takes a little break, not wanting to hurt you too much.

"Ready?" He questioned; you shake your head which is enough for him to continue. He starts off with a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you too much.

After enough little slow thrusts to get you used to his dick, his pace begins to increase. Finally, the pleasurable part of sex hits you and little yelps of pain develop into moans of ecstasy.

"Jesus fucking Christ you're so tight!" he moaned while thrusting into you at a quick and steady tempo, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. You look up and are delighted by the sight. His muscled-up body is sweaty and moving due to the, you know, fucking that's going on.

He puts your knees onto his shoulders, opening you up much more, his dick now hitting into somehow even deeper. Your moans crescendo even louder than they were before. You can feel your climax almost hitting.

"~Fuck~ I'm gonna fill this asshole with my cum." He moaned out. "Would you like that baby; your asshole being stuffed full of my cum."

"Yes, dear god please stuff me up!" You screamed out. He gives you a passionate kiss which is enough to throw you over the edge, cumming hard. He follows closely, stuffing you with his cum, just like you both wanted.

It's pretty silent after that, you both just stare into each other's eyes, you almost feel disappointed that it's over so quickly until he pulls you up to your hands and knees so you're in a doggystyle position. Thank god.

He immediately plunges right into you, the difficulty the first time being near gone. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he thrust into you ruthlessly. Your tongue falls out of your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of his brutal thrusts is just too much.

Moans are pretty much the only thing that can come out of your mouth, your mind to cum filled to think of anything other than Itachi. His chest meets your back as he bends down and steals a kiss from you.

The kiss is in total contrast to his harsh thrusts, being tender, loving and passionate as his tongue dances with your own.

"You're gonna be completely filled tonight, I want the only thing you think about to be my cum." He gives you a spank and that is enough to send you over the edge again, cumming harder than you have ever in your life.

He follows closely, stuffing you full. He pulls his dick out of you and a good amount of his seed drops out of your asshole. He cleans everything up, you are being in no way able to.

When he's done, he crawls into bed with you, arms wrapped around your stomach, your face nestled in his broad chest.

"We definitely have to do that again." You said before finally going to sleep. He has a kind smile on his face before following into slumber.

THE END

[aquatint-101]

Random kataang headcanons

Awkward early relationship Kataang dating headcanons: Okay so the first big thing Aang does after the war is delivering ceasefire messages from the Fire Nation while Katara goes home to rebuild, and they exchange SO MANY LETTERS Their letters are so long with so many crossed out parts because they're trying to be romantic but all they end up doing is rambling about their daily lives Aang always signs his letters "yours" and Katara signs hers "with love" (Aang actually squealed when he got his first letter from her) Aang will get her ingredients for medicines she wants to try making that the SWT doesn't have and this one time he sends her a watercolor paint set from the Fire Nation and Katara is In Love Katara sends back lots of handmade stuff, and once she gets the hang of using her paint set she starts making cute little pictures of stuff she sees When they do reunite they spend most of their time in the SWT, so their PDA isn't ridiculous but expect lots of tight hugs they're suddenly too shy to give The first time Aang wears a parka he looks so cute Katara feels her heart is going to explode They do that thing where they're holding hands and looking away from each other while blushing furiously Katara kind of acts like she always has (compliments, hugs, cheek kisses) but when Aang starts mimicking that behavior Katara.exe stops working They are so shy that Sokka dies from secondhand cringe Speaking of Sokka, he will try to assert his dominance as Katara's older brother, like sitting between them when they're making heart eyes at each other Katara actually starts calling Aang "sweetie" out of spite just to make Sokka feel awkward, and Aang catches on because he also wants to make Sokka suffer, and it takes years for it to develop into an actual nickname they use When Katara gets into charcoal she tries drawing Aang but she gets so fed up with his intricate tattoos that she literally starts crying oh god Aang is in love with her and knows it but he's too scared of saying it so he'll keep whistling I love you in an Air Nomad whistle code, and he starts screaming internally when Katara repeats it without knowing what it means You would not look at these two goobers on a date and think that they'd kill and die for each other The first time they try making out it doesn't work because they're smiling so much A lot of the things they used to do casually, like training together or sparring or even just cuddling, become a little awkward but they grow out of it and become more comfortable with each other Aang tries to flirt, it Does Not Work, Katara tries to flirt, which somehow goes even worse because she takes advice from Suki and Mai This phase passes, like all trying times But yeah Aang and Katara from ages 13/14 to 15/16 are just two babies who love each other so much and are trying to show it but have no clue how

[lutawolf]

My Stand-In Episode 10 Commentary

I received a special request to do this post, and as promised, here we go. To preserve authenticity, I have observed spoilers on both this site and TikTok; however, I have yet to view the show. Until now, that is.  

Here we go! Let's all take a moment to recognize the talent behind this show besides the actors. The build up to the scene and setting of the tone is gorgeous. We are apprehensive even before we see where the van pulls up to. Then the melody continues to convey depth as we enter into Joe’s old home. 

The artwork in Joe’s home! It gives you an idea of his depth, it really does. Joe is just circling and taking everything in, while Ming is just casually exposing himself. Presently, they are both so vulnerable, but unlike in the past, it's Joe trying to build walls while Ming is now showing patience.

Teary-eyed Joe as he looks out, while Ming cooks. Now they're in complete contrast. One is at peace while the other is in utter turmoil. 

“If you’re going to give me your all. Why not use our couple mugs? Oh, I forgot, a man like you wouldn’t use broken things.” He is trying to remind Ming of their class difference. But unlike before, Joe doesn’t get mad. The tables turned. He extends to Joe what Joe once extended to him, namely tolerance and consideration. He tells him, never mind that, I still have our couple’s pjs. 

“Come here.” It’s a clear command. A command that Joe responds to but half-heartedly. Yet, Ming knows this is not the time and with a sigh restrains himself and instead meets Joe halfway. Look at them communicating. Joe didn't mean to, he's just trying to keep that wall up, but rather than denying any accusations, Ming responds to Joe's distrust with open communication. 

When Ming discusses recognizing Joe within this body, it is evident that Joe reluctantly allowed a portion of his inner wall to fall. Ahhh, I could scream over all the communication but most importantly, Ming’s growth. Before he would have been an ass about Joe avoiding the kiss, but this time he handles it with understanding and resilience. Not resistance but resilience. What’s the difference? He isn’t forcing the issue, but is still capable of a capacity of recovery.

Ming isn’t the only one who has changed. I love Joe’s face as he realizes it is Tong calling. It becomes determined. Then that smile when Joe tells Tong he isn’t his servant! Also… YAY!!! I HATE TONG! Good on you, Joe.

Okay, so after Ming smiles and says, “Joe, I made you pan-fried eggs.” You see a quick smile from Joe. It’s so fast that I had to rewind to verify, but it’s there. This slight smitten smile.   

Ahh, look at all the communication. If it were before, Ming would have told Joe to mind his business, but not now. Now he is sharing it all, which Joe recognizes, you can tell by the forced harshness. He steels himself for Ming getting mad about him hanging up on Tong, but to his surprise, Ming doesn’t. Instead, he makes comments on how Joe has changed, but he says it with admiration. You can see the softening and then the sadness cover Joe’s face. He expresses his emotions to Ming, however, rather than expressing anger, we once again observe Ming's newly acquired skill of composed endurance.

Now, if you watch carefully. Ming hasn’t given up his Dominance, he’s just more selective about where he uses it. Such as the car and drawing the ketchup design. Joe said no, but this is where Ming shows resistance and determination. It’s just we are finally seeing him do it with fucking charm. 

The actor who plays Joe is fucking spectacular. The way you see Joe’s wall of resistance breaking. Just chefs kiss. I need to look up the director and see their other work because this is usually a sign of an outstanding director as well. Those little nuances take teamwork to create. 

The kitchen scene really showcases whose Dominant and whose submissive. I love mom and son’s relationship! Mom was scoping out the guy for him, I love it. How adorable. 

Oh, Ming, that was a smooth lie. Fuck, but I love Ming. I love a villain with a soft spot for their love. Those conniving bastards have a way of wiggling their way into my heart. And the way they're both so vulnerable and communicating. I’m not okay. 

Ahhh, and Ming comes in with the love making. Joe would have pushed him away had he come in strong, but he doesn’t. This is Ming making love to Joe. He weakens Joe until he can just push him down and take control, “You know you can’t stop me.” Notice that Joe doesn’t argue, but Ming needs to do this. It’s cementing some really necessary things. It’s showcasing his feelings for Joe and making a statement. Not only is he making love to him, but he is making love to him face to face. Proving to Joe that he has changed. Yet, notice, who holds the complete control during the entire love making session. Ming.

Joe telling him he’d have to marry him first is my favorite. Ming like, sure, no problem. Time and place? Love it! HAHAHA, I’m dead. First the blanket and then the curtains. Mom’s face is all of us. Like, come on now. The way Joe pulled him back to cover his boxers. OMG, I’ve laughed so hard at this scene. It’s going down as one of my favorites. 

The way that Joe smiles at Ming at the table. So cute! I love how the mom breaks everything open. I also love that Joe protects Ming in his own way. 

You know what I love the most. Ming is not a good person. He has made numerous mistakes with Joe, but unlike other shows, we are actually seeing character development that can give us hope for the future. Ming is giving honesty to Joe, even when he knows it could work against him. He isn’t shying away from the ugliness but using it as a stepping stone for communication. This isn’t who Ming normally is, but he’s becoming a better man for Joe and only Joe. 

Tong really doesn’t realize the thin ice he is skating on, does he. Look at Ming standing up for Joe to Tong. Say it with me peeps. Character development. Ming not Tong. Tong couldn’t even spell character, much less the rest. 

And Joe proves once again that he loves Ming, and so does Ming. “Joe, regardless of what body you are in. You are still Joe.” Now, Joe knows that Ming got into the entertainment industry so that he could get exposure to reach Joe. They are so cute again! Let me enjoy it for this brief moment. Soak it in for the second it’s going to last. 

Proud boyfriend moment. He wants their names on video. Oh! Ming was ready to throw down for his boy! You played with the wrong one, Tong. Tong, you are about to find out that Ming is a villain. You only think you are. It might not happen in this episode, but I promise, you will feel it and when you do, I’m gonna enjoy it. 

The communication!!!

I hate Ming’s family. Despite Ming not wanting to, he did let Joe go. He knows he has to solve this. In the past, he would have manipulated, but he doesn’t here. He is thinking of Joe and not himself. 

Tong who is a douchacanoe whose too stupid to see he has created a disaster for himself. Meanwhile, Ming is such a badass. Yes, he is. Hope in the next episode we see more of the badass Ming. 

[skateordiebitch]

friends with benefits dom + him falling first please 💜 love ur work

softly || D.F. x reader

'touch you softly, i call you up late at night know that it isn't right, but, you could be my one and only'

summary: dominic is having a hard time being friends with benefits with you.

omgomgomg i love this request so much. this was so cute to write! and i'm glad you guys are enjoying these <3 also this was the perfect excuse to write a clairo inspired fic! this song + dom is perfect. #needthat

It started out as a joke.

Friends with benefits. Totally, completely casual. You had both been single for a while, both a little tired of dating apps and awkward first dates, and somehow one night—after far too many drinks—it just happened. 

It was after a party. You were both buzzed, laughing over some inside joke as you stumbled back to your apartment.

He was there to make sure you got home safely, but the moment you walked in the door, there was this split-second shift. 

You noticed how his gaze lingered a little longer than usual, how his hand brushed your arm and stayed there a second too long.

Neither of you pulled away.

One thing led to another, and suddenly, you both woke up in your bed with an unexpected add-on to the friendship.

The next morning, you both laughed it off, joking about how it didn’t have to change anything. It was just a one time occurrence.

“We’re adults,” he said, shrugging as he poured himself a cup of coffee in your kitchen, acting as if he’d done this a hundred times before. “We can keep this chill.”

And for a while, you did.

After that, it was just this fun, easygoing thing. He’d show up late at night, both of you finding excuses to hang out even on random weeknights. 

You’d catch up on your days, binge-watch shows, and then somehow end up tangled together on your bed.

The plan was straightforward: hang out, have fun, no strings. 

Just two friends, enjoying each other’s company with a little extra… well, benefits. 

But as it turned out, there was just one problem with the whole arrangement: Dominic.

The first sign that Dominic was in over his head came one night when he “randomly” texted you at two in the morning. You were half-asleep when your phone buzzed, the bright screen nearly blinding you in the dark room.

Dominic: Are you up? 

You squinted at the screen. 

You: It’s 2 a.m., why?

Dominic: Can’t sleep

You: Poor guy. Try closing your eyes.

Dominic: Welllll there’s this movie I’m watching, and I think you’d love it. Want to come over?

You rolled your eyes.

He was either lonely or bored—or both.

But nonetheless, you found yourself grabbing your hoodie and stumbling out the door, heading over to his place.

When you arrived, he had popcorn ready, and that ridiculous grin on his face as he let you in. 

“I wasn’t actually trying to sleep,” he confessed with a shrug. “I just thought you’d be fun to hang out with.”

“Oh, thanks. A true romantic gesture,” you teased, laughing as you settled next to him on the couch.

The movie started, but after about fifteen minutes, you noticed Dominic wasn’t paying attention to the screen.

He kept glancing at you, looking a bit too interested in whether or not you were laughing at the jokes, whether you were enjoying the movie as much as he thought you would. 

At one point, he just flat-out turned to you, all serious, and asked, “So, like, how funny do you think this movie is? Scale of one to ten?”

You tried not to laugh, because he looked genuinely invested in your answer. “Uh, a solid eight?”

He let out a deep, relieved sigh, muttering, “Good. That’s the right answer. I fucking love this movie.”

You thought it was funny at first, but it didn’t end there. 

—

The next sign came a few days later when he texted you about some concert he’d been invited to.

Dominic: Got tickets to this gig on Friday. Wanna come?

You: Sure, sounds fun. 

When you met him at the venue, he greeted you with that huge grin again, the one that made his whole face light up. 

As the music started, you noticed he kept looking over, checking if you were enjoying the show, if you were singing along to the right lyrics. 

It was cute—almost… sweet?

It didn’t hit you until he reached over during a slower song, grabbing your hand in a way that wasn’t playful. It was gentle, kind of tender. You glanced at him, eyebrow raised, but he just gave you a little shrug, like he hadn’t just broken your “casual” rules.

"You're... holding my hand?" you asked, trying to keep it light.

"What? I can't hold your hand now?" He shot you a look, playfully defensive, like he was daring you to say no.

You didn’t pull away, but you did notice the heat rise to your cheeks.

Casual didn’t look like this. Friends with benefits didn’t just go out to concerts together and hold hands during slow songs.

—

A week later, you’d been texting Dominic about some ridiculous thing that happened at work, and he sent a laughing emoji back with a “Bought us wine. I’m coming over.”

By now, this was just part of the routine. 

It was like he’d found his own drawer in your life—always welcome, always around. You’d make up any excuse for him to stop by, and you knew he’d find one too. 

But that night was different.

He showed up with a bottle of wine, and you ended up sitting on your couch, laughing over something stupid, your head falling back onto his shoulder at one point. It was just a natural touch, but the air around you shifted. 

You both noticed it.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in, and before you could think, his lips were on yours. It wasn’t rushed or uncertain; it was like he’d been waiting for the right moment, and here it was.

The kiss deepened, and you knew, in that second, that whatever line existed between friendship and… more?

You’d just crossed it. But neither of you stopped.

You leaned into each other, your laughter fading into something deeper and more intense. 

One thing led to another, and soon enough, you were in each other’s arms.

The morning after, you both agreed it was “just another one-time thing.” 

You even laughed about it, pretending it didn’t mean anything, but there was an undeniable thrill in knowing Dominic was the one slipping out of your bed, giving you that cocky little grin as he made his way to the door.

—

After that, it turned into a regular pattern. 

He’d text you late at night—sometimes with something as simple as “Can I come over?” or “What are you doing right now?” There was no pressure, no expectations. 

When he was with you, everything felt easy, like the world outside didn’t matter.

You two would watch bad movies, watch him make music, or just hang out in your apartment, letting the hours stretch late into the night.

Every time he left, it was with that same easy, familiar grin.

“See you later, alligator,” he’d say casually, as if he’d just borrowed a cup of sugar and was on his way back to his own life.

It wasn’t just about the late nights, though. The in-between moments started piling up too. 

He’d show up at your favorite coffee shop just because he “happened to be in the neighborhood,” even though it was a twenty-minute detour. 

You’d run into him at parties, and instead of mingling, he’d end up right by your side, laughing at your jokes, touching your arm, his hand finding the small of your back whenever he leaned in close to whisper something.

It was in the little things: he’d linger a bit too long, look at you in ways friends probably shouldn’t. He’d bring over snacks he knew you liked or share little pieces of his day with you, like he couldn’t wait to get your take on whatever had happened. 

Once, he even showed up with a small bruise on his arm and told you some ridiculous story about how he got it, his grin widening as he saw you roll your eyes.

He just started finding reasons to come over—forgotten keys, a jacket he “thought he’d left” at your place, even a fake request to help him pick out an outfit for an event. 

Before he knew it, he was coming up with any excuse just to be around you.

Late nights no longer existed, anymore.

He’d come over just to sit with you, sharing little pieces of his day, watching you tell stories with that animated expression he’d come to love.

He even caught himself scrolling through your social media photos late at night. He told himself it was just boredom, but he knew it was more than that.

He was smiling at every picture, lingering on the photos he hadn’t seen before, surprised at how happy it made him feel to see you smiling, even if he hadn’t been the one to make you smile in those moments. 

He was horrified at how soft he was starting to feel, how easily his walls were crumbling around you.

Then came the jealousy, which took him by surprise.

You had a date one weekend.

You’d casually mentioned you had a date one Saturday night, throwing it out there like it was no big deal, like it was just another thing on your calendar. 

“Oh, I’ve got a date on Saturday, by the way,” you’d said, in the same tone you might use to say you were running an errand.

Dominic had laughed it off at first, brushing it aside with his usual carefree attitude. "A date?! Wow, Y/N."

You crook a brow at his unexpected response, "Yeah. You know, where two people go out in a romantic way?"

"Oh yeah? Good luck with that,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

But as soon as he walked out of your place, something twisted in his chest. 

What if this guy could make you laugh the way he did? What if this guy somehow managed to charm you enough that you’d forget all about him?

When Saturday night arrived, he found himself in a strange haze. He couldn't bring himself to go out or relax at home; everything felt wrong. 

He spent half the evening pacing his apartment, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, almost willing you to text him, to cancel or say the date was a bust. But nothing came.

Finally, he gave in and texted you.

Dominic: So… how’s it going? He better be treating you right, or I’ll have to step in, you know.

It was half-joking, but he realized how badly he wanted to know. 

He wanted to make sure this guy wasn’t someone who could genuinely make you smile, who could maybe offer you something Dominic hadn’t been able to.

When you didn’t respond immediately, he felt a surge of irritation, frustration, maybe even… heartbreak? 

Something that shouldn’t occur with a friends with benefits situation.

He’d never been this worked up about a text before, but knowing you were out with someone else—someone who wasn’t him—itched under his skin in a way he couldn’t ignore.

The next morning, when you finally texted back, his chest tightened. He read your message:

You: The date was fine, I guess. Nothing special.

Relief washed over him, a mix of satisfaction and maybe even pride at hearing that this guy hadn’t managed to sweep you off your feet. He tried to play it cool as he typed out his response, determined not to let you see how much it mattered.

Dominic: Fine, huh? Guess he didn’t have my charm. 😏

You responded with a laugh emoji, and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. 

But then you dropped a bombshell.

You: I mean, we’re going out again next weekend, so maybe he’ll impress me then… ;)

That one stung. 

He stared at your message, barely able to process it.

He knew you had no obligation to him—you were both just friends with benefits, no strings attached. 

But somehow, the idea of you giving this guy a second chance, letting him try to “impress” you again, felt like someone twisting a knife in his chest.

The following week, he tried his best to keep things normal. 

He wanted to keep pretending he didn’t care, that this wasn’t affecting him. But every time he thought about that date, he felt this overwhelming need to do something, anything, to prove that he could be more than just casual with you. 

—

When Friday night rolled around, a day before your second date, Dominic found himself at your place again, claiming he just wanted to hang out, watch a movie, keep things casual. 

But his mind was racing, running through a million ways to steer the conversation back to your date, even though he was half-scared of what you’d say.

Eventually, after a few drinks and a lot of pointless chatter, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“So…” he started, trying to sound casual as he glanced over at you, “you excited for your second date tomorrow?”

You blinked, caught off guard, and shrugged. “I mean, it’ll be fun. He’s nice, you know?”

Dominic fought to keep his face neutral. “Nice? Wow, high praise,” he teased, though he knew his voice had an edge to it.

You smirked, giving him a look that suggested you were onto him. “Oh, no… Are you… jealous, Dom?”

He scoffed, trying to brush it off. 

“Jealous? Of some guy who’s, what, ‘nice’? Yeah, totally,” He said sarcastically.

Dominic shook his head, though the look in your eyes said you weren’t convinced. He quickly added, “I mean, come on. What could he possibly have that I don’t?”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back and giving him a playful smirk. “He’s actually interested in getting to know me, for one. He’s not a friend with benefits.”

That one hit harder than he expected. Dominic could feel his face fall, but he quickly forced a grin. “Oh yeah? He thinks he’s got a shot with you, huh?”

You laughed, clearly amused. “I don’t know, Dom. Not every guy can be like you.”

And just like that, a flicker of hope bloomed in his chest. He knew it was risky, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be just… a friend.”

You looked at him, something flickering in your eyes. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, every instinct telling him to back down. But after a week of seeing you with someone else, he couldn’t ignore how much he wanted you to know. 

“I mean… maybe this whole ‘casual’ thing isn’t as fun as it used to be,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at him, visibly caught off guard. “Dominic…”

“Just think about it. You don’t have to say anything now,” he added quickly, his heart racing. “If this guy doesn’t turn out to be ‘nice’ enough, maybe there’s someone else who could be… better.”

The look on your face told him you were considering it, and for the first time, he realized he was ready to put it all out there.

You looked at him, eyes narrowing as you processed what he’d just said. His gaze was steady, sincere in a way you weren’t used to seeing from him.

Dominic had always been so easygoing, so perfectly fine with keeping things light and free of emotional weight.

The sudden vulnerability in his eyes threw you off.

“Dom…” you started, trying to keep your voice steady. “Are you saying, you want more than this?”

He took a deep breath, as though weighing his words, but he didn’t break eye contact. “Yeah, I guess I am. It's stupid, I know we said casual... And I kinda fucked that up.”

You blinked, his words settling into you like something warm and unexpected. “No, I just didn’t think you were the ‘commitment type.’”

“I didn’t either,” he admitted with a laugh that was half-nervous, half-relieved. “But then again… I didn’t plan on feeling this way about you.”

He looked down at his hands, a little embarrassed, as though he’d finally taken off a mask he’d been wearing for too long. 

“I thought we were just having fun, you know? But somewhere along the line, it started feeling different for me. I couldn’t shake it. Then you mentioned that date, and I tried to play it cool, but…” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Turns out I’m not that cool.”

You smirked, but there was a softness in your expression. “So… you are jealous?”

“Yeah. Yes, I am,” he said, without hesitation this time. “And not just jealous. I’m… scared. Scared that you’ll find someone else who’s ‘nice,’ someone who’s ready to give you all the things I used to think I wasn’t built for.”

He reached over, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I just… I don’t know,” he rambled, looking away, as if embarrassed. “Lately, I keep finding reasons to see you. Even when I’m busy. It’s like… everything reminds me of you, or something stupid like that.”

The confession hung in the air between you. A silence filled with a mix of tension, relief, and a trace of disbelief. 

Dominic had always been confident, always been the one to crack a joke and brush things off when they got too heavy.

Seeing him open up like this made your heart ache in the best possible way.

“I just… I want to be more than your backup plan,” he continued, his voice raw. “If you’re looking for something serious, I know I don’t exactly have the greatest track record, but… I want to try. With you.”

Your gaze softened, and you let out a slow breath, letting the weight of his words sink in. “You really mean that?”

“Yeah.” He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. “I can’t stand the thought of being just the guy you text at midnight. I want to be the one you look for, the one you trust with all your bad days and big dreams. I want to be… more. For you.”

For a moment, you felt every possible “no” and “maybe” dissolve under the warmth of his gaze. 

There was a vulnerability in him that mirrored what you’d been feeling for so long, but hadn’t dared to say. 

Because Dominic had always been Dominic: the friend with benefits, the no-strings-attached guy who’d been safe and uncomplicated. But now…

“Maybe we’re both a little late figuring this out,” you murmured, your voice soft. “But, Dom… maybe, I want that too.”

His face lit up, relief flooding his features, and he laughed softly. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“No,” you said with a grin. “I mean it.”

There was a beat where neither of you spoke, just a long, loaded look, and then he stepped forward, closing the space between you.

His hands moved up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked down at you, a mixture of disbelief and elation in his eyes.

“So… what do we do now?” he whispered, his lips just inches from yours.

You let out a laugh, a weight lifting from your chest.

“I think this is the part where you kiss me, Dom.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His lips met yours in a way that felt like the beginning of something entirely new—soft, deep, a little hesitant, but full of a certainty you hadn’t felt before. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright with a quiet, fierce determination.

“Guess I’m officially off the market,” he murmured, a smirk spreading across his face. 

“And you’re all mine,” you teased back, feeling the thrill of letting those words finally leave your lips.

From that point on, ‘casual’ flew right out the window.

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hello not my ask but could you do an example with jk chart? its ok if not i dont want to bother

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Jungkook's Style Evolution

Jungkook's style has been something very interesting to watch over the years. A Fashion style and the way dress always have an importance, at it reflects our personality, our tastes, our self, our mood but also our evolution as a being. And as we all know, JK's Fashion indeed changed over the years too. I thought it would be very interesting to take a look, and someone in the ask box asked me to do so. I wanted then to do a full analysis based on Natal Chart and Solar Returns. You can also check it and apply it to yourself! Please note that I couldn't put more than 30 images in this post, which was inconvenient in a way since I couldn't show more. I tried to take pictures that were a good representation of what JK wore every time. I also chose airport outfits since it is the most popular way to see about JK's fashion style and own fashion choices, other outfits were often chosen by stylists.

Techniques used: Natal Chart + Solar Returns

Placements used: Sun, Rising, Rising's ruler, 1H, MC, Venus, Venus's Ruler, Mars, Stellium for Natal Chart. Rising, Venus, Venus' Ruler, MC sometimes, Mars sometimes for Solar Returns.

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⋅˚₊ Jungkook's Natal Chart Indicators ₊˚ ⋅

₊˚⊹ Jungkook's Sun is Virgo, and it makes him prefer casual clothing. He also prefers sporty style, clothing you can wear outside and inside, and clothing that are comfortable to move in. Simple, nothing too extravagant. The clothing he often wear are so more comfortable and casual than actually looking luxurious. He often wear jeans too. Colors are also basic ones.

₊˚⊹ Jungkook's Rising sign is Capricorn. JK will look masculine, dominant and a little scary or just distant usually. It makes him so chose clothing that will make him appear older, or he will want to dress a certain way that makes him appear as an actual adult. It makes sense since JK always has been often babied his whole life, he chose a style that is dark, and chose to appear a way to makes sense with his Rising. He wants to tell people through his fashion sense and appearance that he is a grown up, a man, and mostly an adult. He doesn't want people to keep treating him like a baby or a child. He wants people to respect him when they see him. The ruler of the Rising sign is Saturn which is in Aries 3H. Aries here makes sense with his style, his tattoos and mostly that JK wants to have a lot of muscles and wants to look attractive physically, he often takes care of his body shape. The 3H is a Gemini house, rulling the arms and hands, and this is where JK has tattoos. Despite his actual look and desire to appear older, JK will still have that youthful look of his, but his fashion style will so be chosen for him to be treated like a man and not a boy.

₊˚⊹ JK's Venus sign is in Libra, and being its own ruler, JK has indeed a good fashion sense. He cares a lot about how he looks and how the clothings he chooses to wear suit him. He is part of the people who can't go out in clothing they don't like. It doesn't have to be the runway kind of fashion whenever he goes out, but he needs to wear what he likes. Even if his outfits seem most of the time casual and comfortable, it is in fact his style and his fashion sense, and he actually likes this style. It looks like he doesn't care while in fact he does. JK also has a lot of different accessories he wears daily. His Venus is in 9H, he has an appearance that doesn't fit the Korean standards, despite that many other Koreans have tattoos and piercings, it is not considered something well seen in the country. More because JK is an idol. He made a revolutionary move by having so much tattoos, showing them freely. Even with his style.

₊˚⊹ JK's Mars sign is in Scorpio, making a lot of sense with the way he dresses. He looks very good in black and dark clothing. He likes the pull off the "Bad Boy" style and it is actually a good idea since it goes well with his Mars sign. He is very attractive and sexier in this outfits, not because of the style itself, but because it goes well with the placement. Dressing according to its Venus style is important but Mars is also very important since it will make you look good and attractive in the eyes of others. JK before used to dress in a much more casual and comfy style like his Sun sign. It suited him well but ever since he started to dress along his Mars sign, you can see his self confidence is higher. Piercings, showing much more his body shape, dark & black clothing, excellent choices. He owns the mysterious and hot guy style. His Tattoos, despite being his personal choices, actually also goes well with his style.

₊˚⊹ JK's MC is Libra, which represents his reputation. JK has the reputation to have a good fashion sense, he explored different styles, yet he knows how to dress well. He is considered as one of the best members of BTS to dress for airport style for example. He also has a good way to dress usually, and always seems to appear very good looking wherever he goes. Whatever he pulls off will suit him.

₊˚⊹ JK has a 1H & 8H stellium, which makes sense since he always stated that his body and appearance mattered much to him. He is often seen working out, and taking care of his appearance. He wants to look good, he also likes to be praised for how he looks, fashion wise but also just also about his body shape. The 8H stellium is clearly a big indicators about how people see him. JK's Neptune 1H first indicate people see him in a way that is not 100% true, they desire him for how he looks, but not actually him as a person. Having a 8H stellium makes JK appear very desirable for most people. He looks hot, sexy, mysterious, just someone people are obsessed with.

⋅˚₊ Jungkook's Natal Chart Indicators ₊˚ ⋅

જ⁀➴ SRC 2015-2016

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was Gemini Rising. This made him dressed in many different colors, and style. He wasn't afraid to mix colors, and mostly was dressing in a more colorful and joyful way. It was also a year of self discovery fashion wise, as JK sometimes wore black, and sometimes colorful outfits. With the 20° (Scorpio), we can see how JK was very shy about his appearance, his body language in most pictures that year made it obvious he was shy. He may also dressed in a way that made him look normal, basic, not extra to make him stand out. Despite also being young that year (He was 2017 years old), his Gemini rising also makes him dresses in a "childlike" fashion style, meaning he dresses as people his age, or with clothing that made him appear younger.

₊˚⊹ Fashion this year was indeed very colorful for men, it was also a year with simple clothing: a jacket, a skinny jean, a simple t-shirt. And backpacks seemed to be also pretty popular, something JK was often wearing that year. Cargo pants were also an iconic fashion trend that year, and JK didn't miss it. This style was similar to the Skater Boy, often wearing beanies too, pretty popular for men and boys around that year.

₊˚⊹ This year's Venus was Leo 3H, again a Gemini placement. With Leo Venus, Fashion could have been really important for him this year, he may have cared a lot. Being in the 3H, it must have been a way to express himself, maybe expressed his mood of the day.

₊˚⊹ Venus' Ruler is the Sun, being in 4H. He may have wanted to dress very much like Korean's Fashion this year, following trends and not wanting to stand out in his own style much. The Scorpio degree on the Sun also make sense, JK didn't seem to be very confident in his appearance, he so didn't want people to notice him much in his fashion style. What he wore was very simple.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2016-2017

₊˚⊹ For this year, JK was Virgo Rising, his fashion style was clear, neat, he was always very well dressed, every accessories making a perfect sense. He started dressing with neutral colors such as Black, dark colors, white, beige, and also often wore Jeans. Very casual fashion style. The 5° on his rising sign makes him have a good fashion style, it's not only casual, you can see that JK has a big interest in Fashion this year. The way he dresses felt like it actually mattered to him. It also makes him in touch with trends and the fashion world, as the way JK dresses was very similar to the trends of that time, despite JK wearing a more "casual" look.

₊˚⊹ JK's 1H Stellium also explains how he got a glow up this year, his appearance really mattered this year to him. Moreover, the Sun is in there, making it really obvious how important it was. His Fashion style was part of his identity.

₊˚⊹ Venus was in Libra 2H this year, with also the ruler being in its home. It was very obvious JK was really into fashion this year, dressing very well. That year, JK wore a lot of skinny jeans, showing his tights and hips very much. He wore casual yet luxurious outfits, which is very logical to me since the venus is in a Taurus House but also with a Taurus degree.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2017-2018

₊˚⊹ The way I just laugh out loud when I saw his SRC this year. It is just so obvious. This is the year JK started to dress in black mostly, Black and White were his only go to Fashion Style. Even jeans were black. This can be easily explained with his Scorpio Rising this year. JK also often wore a leather Jacker, which is such a Scorpio thing to me. It gives me bad boy style tbh. I don't wanna sound cliché tho. With the Cancer degree on the rising, JK indeed followed fashion Trends from Korea this year, Black was seen often and was a popular color (if I can say color).

₊˚⊹ Venus is once again in Leo this year, in 9H. Fashion style could have been also inspired from foreign lands, where indeed leather jackets was a trend. Having more dark colors on their outfits was something that we could often see. Fashion was also very important this year. JK was indeed popular for his bad boy look he wore. The Libra degree on the Venus made him always have a proper look, always looking very well out and harmonious. Being in 9H makes sense since his Fashion look were often popular when he was at the airport.

₊˚⊹ The Ruler is the Sun in 10H, and the MC being in Leo makes a lot of sense to me. Around those years, JK's fashion sense became very popular and his fashion style was part of his good reputation. He was popular for his fashion sense, the way he wore, but also how his fashion made him appear. People were going crazy and often called JK "hot", "sexy", etc. Coming back to the Scorpio Rising, this can also be explained as to why. That made him indeed appear as sexy, hot, and mysterious. People were obsessed with his look. The MC being in an Aquarius degree makes a lot of sense, JK was very popular for his fashion and his appearance online from this year.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2018-2019

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was Aquarius rising. It was very interesting since to me having Aquarius rising makes us look very unique, avant-garde and maybe even following our own fashion style without caring much about trends. JK this year continued to wore black often. Most of his outfits were that colors. He was often wearing clothings the he liked, not caring much about fashion itself compared the the previous years. He was more into comfortable clothing this year than fashion itself.

₊˚⊹ Fashion this year was actually pretty colorful on the runways. Despite the clothing were also comfortable for men, fashion was still around skinny jeans, simple t-shirts, etc. So JK actually dressed different from most of the fashion trends this year. He was still into fashion, but maybe detached himself from the fashion trends and started to go on a self-journey. He was finally finding his own style.

₊˚⊹ Venus this year was in Libra 8H. The darker color, even just black makes sense since it is in the 8H. JK was seen more often hiding his face, letting his bangs being long, often wearing hats and caps that were almost hiding his face. Fashion was still part of him, and he dressed well according to his body type and his tastes. Moreover, MC this year was in Scorpio, which makes a lot go sense.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2019-2020

₊˚⊹ This year was a brand new beginning for JK as he started to get Tattoos, the first ones on his hands. Funny thing since this year, JK was Gemini rising. And Gemini rules also over the hands but also the arms, and JK also had some more tattoos later in 2020, on the arms.

₊˚⊹ This year, JK was so Gemini Rising with a 9°. Despite Black was still being his go to color, he was wearing clothings with different style. He was also known for his iconic hairstyle this year (the curly hair), that people created the Dora meme with. He was wearing a sporty casual style, with big clothing that made him look tiny. He could wear very casual and good outfits and the next time wear a very casual and sporty outfit. It seemed like he cared and other times he was just wanting to wear more comfortable clothing.

₊˚⊹ Venus this year is in Virgo 4H, his style was very casual, and very everyday style. It was a style which was comfortable and you could wear everyday. The Ruler is in the same sign and house, which adds to the fact JK really wanted it to be comfy and without any extra. He was also wearing a lot of oversized clothing this year again, which add more comfort.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2020-2021

₊˚⊹ For 2020, JK was Leo Rising with Aries degree. JK wasn't wearing much on his heads this year, often wanting to show up with different hairstyles. His Fashion was more "fashionable" than comfortable this year. He often expressed his own style and give more importance to his clothing style. Patterns appeared much more than last year. While JK was always wearing simple clothing before, he showed more patterns from this SRC.

₊˚⊹ The Venus was in Cancer 11H, JK was still wearing comfortable clothings. He was still on finding his own style as the way he was dressing wasn't that seen on the runway. He was using trends in the way he wanted to wear them. For example, the plaid pattern was seen often on runways this year, and JK also wear those, but in a more casual manner, in a more comfortable manner.

₊˚⊹ Since his Venus's ruler is the Moon, it is in Aquarius 6H, comfortable clothing, and preferring to wear his own style. I think it's over these years JK really imposed his own style. He knew he was into comfortable and casual clothing, but I feel like it's around the beginning of 2020's that his fashion style really became his.

જ⁀➴ SRC 2021-2022

₊˚⊹ This year is really iconic to me, it is the years JK's QG's photoshoot went out and it was viral. An icon. His Rising this year was Scorpio 8°, full Scorpio. If you want to know more about the photoshoot, I advise you to take a look because it's the best representation of this rising. This year JK looked mysterious, often once again wearing black and not much patterns. He sometimes wore some but not much. He was mostly in plain black and mostly showing much more his abs and body shapes with his clothing. He was full on the piercings and tattoos. It was truly the bad boy style this year, it also reminds me of the Hongdae Men lol.

₊˚⊹ His Venus was Libra 12H, and I remember that JK's shoes collection was wild this year, people were often posting and discussing about his shoes. Since Pisces/ 12H rules over the feet, it makes a lot of sense. Coming back, indeed JK's sense of fashion was wild, and he was often seen posing for photoshoots. His Leo MC makes a lot of sense.

₊˚⊹ His rising's rulers were Mars (11H) and Pluto (3H), JK's fashion was very popular online this year too, he was still in his own style and not caring much about most of trends, he was wearing what he wanted, and I almost want to say he was the creator of trends. He was versatile, going to comfy to luxurious style. He could pull everything off!

જ⁀➴ SRC 2022-2023

Didn't include 2023-2024 since JK is currently in Military.

₊˚⊹ This year JK was Capricorn Rising. His style was def more dominant. The way he appeared was always was very masculine too, showing much more his skin, abs, and body. Even in photoshoots, he wasn't just trying to show his fashion sense, it was also about the vibe he wanted to give to people. During this SRC, Seven went out and I suggest you to look at the photoshoot of the album... :) Saturn being the Rising's ruler, is in the 1H, making it obvious JK wanted to show a strong appearance, proving to people he is not a child anymore.

₊˚⊹ The Venus was in Leo 7H, JK was wearing a good fashion style still. It was still his iconic look but he looked very attractive because of his good style. JK's fashion this year was less sporty and comfy, it was more about the actual fashion. He was wearing jeans and casual attire yet it was similar to the SRC 2016-2017. His clothing and fashion were really well put together and accessories were often seen on him. Not only his piercings, but necklaces and beanies too.

₊˚⊹ Venus ruler is the Sun which is in 8H,JK had a mysterious, sexy and hot aura once again this year. He was showing more his body and even while working he chose a style that looked like that. He also started to do a photoshoot for Calvin Klein this year, which was iconic to me. It was the first time people were actually seeing JK's abs. The photoshoot shows JK's persona, as a dark bad boy (he loves that style). It actually suits the MC, his reputation was someone hot, sexy and mostly a man that was really desired.

Thank you for reading!

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PS: May I ask you what your favorite flower is?

PPS: Your writing is phenomenal, imma go stalk your ao3 later

Signed,

Your newest supporter.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Satoru Gojo!

“Oh my god!! And then, you will never believe what happened next, my co-worker actually told me that her step daughter got cheated on! Isn’t that crazy?! I was so shocked, clutching my pearls and everything!” You continued to ramble on and on about one of your crazy stories.

Gojo sat there with his blindfold on, taking a sip of his soda as he listened patiently.

“Satoru, are you even listening to me?” You stopped telling your story all of a sudden to ask the question.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked. You were beginning to feel insecure. In the past, people used to straight up start ignoring you because of how much you talked. You really valued your boyfriend’s opinion of you and didn’t want him to end up disliking you for some reason. You couldn’t hide the concerned look on your face.

Gojo chuckled.

“Nah, baby. Talk all you want. I’m listening~”

He sounded so fucking dominant when he said that. It actually made your cheeks start to heat up. You weren’t one to get flustered easily, but having Gojo order you to talk more did stupid things to your Gemini brain.

Gojo smirked when he saw your blush. He rested his chin on his hand, leaning back on the couch.

“In fact…Come sit on my lap while you continue that story of yours.”

Gojo’s voice was so attractive to you. It made you nervous. And the idea of sitting on his lap made your heart do a flip in your chest. As a Gemini, you have a tendency to be a little too flighty. Your mind is often all over the place. Gojo enjoys being your anchor.

You sat on his lap, facing him as you straddled him. Your cheeks were flushing so much out of embarrassment. You swallowed thickly, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s neck.

“Right…So, anyway…W-where was I in the story? I think I lost my train of thought-“ you stuttered.

Gojo’s large hands moved to grip your ass. He squeezed it casually.

“Your co-worker’s step daughter got cheated on and you clutched your imaginary pearls,” he said with a short laugh.

You giggled, trying to ignore the arousal flowing through you.

“Y-yeah! Sounds about right!” You chirped cheerfully. It made you really happy that Gojo remembered those little details. He seemed to pay attention to you just like he promised. It made your heart feel warm to be appreciated in such a way.

_____

“Ha…Y-yes…Right there, Satoru-“

You moaned quietly, your face pressed into Gojo’s neck as you rode his cock. You could feel the tip pressing into your special spot, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“And what happened next in the story?” Gojo teased lowly, uttering the words right beside your ear.

You whined. “Satoruuu! I can’t….ha, fuck… I can’t talk-“

You were always quite vocal during sex, and how could you not be?? Gojo fucked you too well. He chuckled at your pathetic response.

“Oh? My little Gemini can’t talk anymore? Must feel really intense, babe.”

Gojo gripped your hips as he began to fuck you from below, pushing his cock up into your tight entrance. He moaned under his breath, getting lost in the feeling as he thrusted roughly without any hesitation.

“Fuck…Gonna fill you up, princess.”

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Red, Red Wine.

VILLAIN! YANDERE! DEKU X READER

NOTE: The second part of “One Last Time” is in the works. However, there is no set time when it will be released. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and endless kindness. :)

WORD COUNT: 4,655+

WARNINGS: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, intense yandere themes, severely unhealthy and toxic relationship dynamic between reader and Midoriya, intimacy is used as a way to assert power, predator/prey dynamics, dominant/submissive dynamics (like the abusive and non consensual kind), vague description of dead bodies (hinting of dismemberment of heads that are familiar faces), constant on edge behavior, there are frequent signs and mentions of domestic abuse behavior, Midoriya is a top villain, reader was once a civilian, Stockholm syndrome (sort of), reader is appeasing to midoriya in order to survive, condescending and patronizing pet names (doll, darling, etc.), a huge plot twist, they are on the top of a building, Midoriya physically abuses reader, description of blood, not a happy ending

THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP IS NOT HEALTHY. IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE ARE STRUGGLING, PLEASE GET HELP. THIS BEHAVIOR SHOULD NOT BE CONDONED. PROCEED READING WITH CAUTION.

“Izuku, where are we?” Your dainty hands clasp onto his scarred forearms, fingertips squeezing helplessly against his bulging muscles. Gently, Izuku pulls your body closer to his, your lower back pressing against his abdomen. Your feet are sectioned in between his, and he places his chin on your shoulder before leaning into the crook of your neck.

Your lover’s coarse palms cover your eyes, preventing you from seeing this “surprise” he had planned. Despite the loss of one of your senses and the feeling of your husband’s astonishingly and worryingly warm body around yours, your ears still pick up the distinct whirring of cars speeding in the distance, couples giggling, and kids shrieking. The world around you sounds alive— free. It’s the first time such typical yet genuine sounds have reached your harking ears and your shoulders relax at what you could only describe as mellifluous noises.

A gentle breeze kisses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine that sends goosebumps down your arms. Instinctively, your shoulders droop as you lower your hands to rub your biceps to produce warmth for your chilled skin, mentally chastising yourself for wearing a dress for this occasion. That little voice that had possessed you, chanting at you to wear a dress for one of the sporadic times you were allowed to leave the penthouse with Izuku was a devious runt, considering it was still fall season and the beginning of winter had begun to mark its incoming presence.

Though, Izuku had told you that this was an extremely special occasion and wanted you to style yourself appropriately. You couldn’t just disappoint your Izuku, could you?

No, you couldn’t.

“Darling,” he coos, “I need you to keep your eyes closed for me, okay?”

Obediently, you nod your head and breathe out a small word of confirmation. Smirking into your skin, Izuku lifts his head from your shoulder and firmly grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leaning the back of your head into his chest. His hold is a warning— one you know all too well. If you do something he doesn’t like, it’s off with your head.

Time after time, Izuku would effortlessly place you in such subtlety compromising positions that most would brush aside for simply loving touches like the protective hand on the waist, the classic intertwining of fingers, or even the casual arm slung around one’s shoulders. And one way or another, each one would leave you vulnerable to his wrath. They all were positions of impeding submission- just as if with a predator and its prey. It was like the game of cat and mouse: the cat allowed the mouse to run to provide it a false sense of security and a chance to “hide,” but the cat was always one step ahead of the mouse. It knew the critter better than itself.

Presently, if he as so much desired to inflict the smallest ounce of pain upon you, he could tighten his grip on your chin, using nothing but the mere strength of his fingers to inflict severe and intense pain upon you. No arm or quirk required. And if he truly wanted, he could snap your neck without a moment’s notice and you wouldn’t even be able to feel it.

In short, you were inferior to Izuku Midoriya in every single way and he had no problem reminding you of your place that was tropic levels below him.

His fingers tilt your jaw upwards and that familar feeling of dread and panic begins to well in the pit of your stomach like a parasite festering. Dim memories resurface in your mind, reminding you of the reality that Izuku was a calculating man that always planned miles ahead. He analyzed his enemies and allies like a scientist studying its confined and captured test subjects, jotting down and mentally noting every minuscule detail about them. Every reaction, every action, every quality and characteristic.

Whatever your partner was planning, it frightened you to no end.

“Izuku?”

Behind you, your husband’s chest puffs in pride at the overly saccharine tone of your voice. He had taught you to habitually direct nothing but sugary sweetness towards him when even daring to garble out his hallowed name. Like a compliant little puppy, one that had been punished for their bad behavior as well as rewarded for their obedient behavior, you had begun to accommodate and form yourself to his liking.

For ages, you called him by his surname and work title (as well as a few other names) until eventually, he had broken your resolve and forced you to call him by his forename. Now, whenever he heard you say “Izuku” oh-so-sweetly in that voice of yours that left him spiraling in a flurry of jubilation, his heart would explode in his chest like thousands of fireworks lighting up the starry night sky.

Alas, you only knew this information because of the countless times your inamorato had gushed like a lovestruck puppy over how elated and enraptured he was by your voice that called to him like a siren luring their victims into a pool of water. He never failed to make it known just how he worshipped you.

“Don’t fret, my love,” Izuku coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. Do you remember the vows we exchanged at our wedding?”

Don’t screw this up.

It’s a mantra that repeats in your head incessantly like a wailing baby pleading for its mother to pay attention to them. It was the same phrase that rung in your ears at your “wedding” with Izuku, cautioning you to step on your toes so you didn’t slice your heels on glass. It reminded you that the shards littering the floor with their serrated edges were not from the barriers you shattered, but from the ones you prompted him to explode into smithereens.

How could you forget that traumatic day? How could you forget the blood that spilled out of the young man’s chest, the only one who tried to free you from the suffocating clutches of the world’s deadliest villain?

On that fateful day, countless of Japan’s greatest heroes stood beside you, surrounding you like a wild pack of blood thirsty coyotes. Their eyes glistened with that exact unhinged glint that sparkled in the viridian irises of Izuku’s, the crazed faces that spoke miles about the demented thoughts that were conjured in their minds.

You wouldn’t put it past them to have given this same fate to some innocent civilian like you once were.

“How could I?” you respond serenely, forcing your lips to pull into a reminiscing smile. You’re sure that if you could see Izuku’s face, he would be grinning like a dork with a faint blush on his cheeks. Some things never changed with him.

The bulky man behind you mumbles something unintelligible and releases your face from his hold before taking a grand step back and clasping your hand in his and twirling you. The ends of your dress glide up and away from the skin of your legs, the smooth satin flowing like a rose finally budding its luscious petals.

In the care of his hands, you move effortlessly, like a professional figure skater performing on ice. The moment your chest presses against his, Izuku’s arms wrap around you, securing you to him completely and preventing all possibilities of escaping. His grip on you reminds you vaguely of a viper squeezing its prey to suffocation, watching as its victim’s eyes bulged out and jaw gaped like a fish out of water in a vain attempt to save itself from the claws of a reaper, to ignore the sound of death knocking on its door.

If death was embodied by any person, it would be Izuku Midoriya.

“You can open your eyes now, darling.”

Years ago, when you watched Pro Hero Deku speak in interviews, you thought that his emerald eyes were surely jewels crafted by only the finest, most nubile and skilled hands. That some deity who roamed the Mountains of Olympus had plowed through the toughest of mines and destroyed millions of geodes with a strength that only myths could describe to give him irises so exquisite and unparalleled.

Now, when you stare into the eyes of the former Symbol of Peace of Japan known as Deku and now the recorded worst villain worldwide, you are greeted by a glowing, radioactive green that bubbles with the promise of acid-burning flesh and scars to last a lifetime.

The memory of the eyes of a genuine hero is a dim one and in its place are the eyes of a bloodthirsty villain. How could such a person change in only a couple of years?

Because of you.

He sighs fondly, eyelids drooping and shoulders relaxing at the sight of your sinless eyes staring widely in puzzlement at his.

Play dumb, you remind yourself. It’ll all be over soon.

He adored whenever you let him take the reins to pamper you and would condescendingly coo at you whenever you succumbed to his overbearing behavior, too tuckered out to resist the absolute hulking mass of a man that claimed to belong to you entirely, body and soul.

Being obedient and compliant always came out with a better outcome for you both. After all, he was the apex predator and you were nothing more than his pet. Another mere prey in the food chain, caught up with an animal greater than it could ever be.

Against Izuku, you were weak. But you had claws too. Maybe not as sharp, but you could fight back too. And if not physical, then you could outsmart him. Be conniving. Sly, slick, quick.

All you had to do was play your pieces correctly. Stalemate or checkmate, you would get there eventually. You just had to be patient.

Delicately, Izuku taps your chin with the tip of his fingers, the gentle motion so foreign it successfully snaps you out of your thoughts and redirects your full attention on him.

“Darling, I know the sight is one you can’t beat, but I didn’t bring you out here to just stare at me,” Izuku teases, patting your head lightly. The remark is one so casual and so normal that it sends you reeling in shock and face exploding in warmth, forcing your eyes to shut in embarrassment and your lips to purse to stop a squeak from escaping your throat. Your arms move to wrap themselves around your face to conceal your flustered expression.

“If you really wanted to just stare at me, we could have stayed home. I don’t mind the attention, either— it’s not everyday I get to spend time with a pretty lady like you.”

The sound of Izuku’s hearty chuckling echoes into the night, increasing the heat that crawls onto your neck. Without a doubt, you’re smudging your makeup in a poor attempt to conceal your face from his prying eyes, but the act of lighthearted, innocent embarrassment is one you haven’t experienced in eons and you choose to only tighten your grip on yourself in a futile attempt to linger in the warmth and refreshment of the feeling. Izuku’s guffaws sound so casual and free— unlike the menacing and maniacal laughs you had grown accustomed to as his prisoner.

Hesitantly, you sneak a peek from the shelter of your limbs and watch as the hulking mass known as the world’s deadliest, most dangerous villain chuckled until tears began to form in his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me,” your arms fall to your side and you lower your head, falling into a dejected stance. “I was just spacing out.”

Deku grins giddily, his normally dull jade eyes lightening up in fondness. Dramatically, he lifts a scarred hand to his face and another to his chest, leaning back to imitate a distressed and offended damsel. “Oh, I would never, my love!”

Rolling your eyes, you slap Izuku’s shoulder with an annoyed huff. Without a doubt, your poor efforts to inflict the smallest amount of pain on Izuku must have felt like nothing to the man who experienced years of strenuous and grueling training to strengthen his body to accommodate one of the world’s most puissant quirks that made him firmer than the mantle of the Earth itself. So much so, that even All Might could not defeat him— his own successor had surpassed Japan’s greatest hero and arguably the world’s best hero internationally. Izuku Midoriya, Deku, was a force to be reckoned with.

His name was whispered like a curse on the streets, and the heroes of today didn’t dare to even say his name.

Though, this villain was once a hero. You just don’t know where it all went wrong, when the world lost its privilege to scream out for their favorite hero to save them and instead gave you the role of being the lady in distress.

But you do, don’t you?

“Why are we out here anyway? It’s freezing, Izuku,” you trail off, making a show of rubbing your arms vigorously to further accentuate your point. Glancing above you, the stars of the night twinkle above you in mockery, their sparkles brightening despite your current misery.

A small murmur of apology slips past his lips, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks and stroke your face lovingly with the pads of his thumbs. “Today’s Halloween,” Izuku begins, and that familiar glint of adoration forms in his eyes as he watches your eyes widen in giddiness at the sound of your favorite holiday. Slowly, he leans forward until your foreheads touch, green curls tickling your scalp, and he moves his fingers to slip under the neckline of your clothes before rubbing tender circles on your neck, calloused thumb caressing the salubrious and unadulterated skin in contrast to his tainted and sullied skin. “I know how much you love the holiday, so I wanted to take you out to watch it happen in live action.”

The gesture is sweet, you can admit. He never took you out, considering the circumstances of your situation. It was thoughtful of him to remember that when you were younger, dressing up and collecting candy had been an absolute must for you every year. Who could pass up free candy?

Certainly, you couldn’t. Before and presently.

Hesitantly, you lift your hands to hold onto Izuku’s, (e/c) eyes gazing back into besotted basil ones. Having Midoriya in such close proximity was making your head spin— the savory scent of his cologne blended in with his skin so well, so much so that even with all this time spent together, you could never get used to the combination.

How could you?

Like the trained pet you were, you lift Midoriya’s hand to your lips and press a chaste kiss on a scar that ran all the way down to his forearm, eyes fluttering shut in hopes of appeasing your husband, the world’s deadliest villain.

Be obedient, you reminded yourself. Just do as he desires and you’ll survive.

“Always so appreciative, my love,” Izuku hums contently, pleased with your submissive behavior. “I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

A small smile breaks out on your face, akin to the mischievous grin of a Cheshire cat. The pawns on the chess board were falling into place, in your favor.

Check.

Breaking away from him, you cautiously inch towards the edge of the building, peering past the short concrete wall that prevented people from tipping off the rooftop. In the distance, you see people of various ages dressed up for Halloween. Little children skip down the street with their parents in step, dressed in frumpy little pumpkin costumes, sparkling princess dresses, and simple prince-like tunics. Teenagers huff as they chase their younger siblings down— scolding and chastising the children as they tiredly wipe at their eyes, smearing the heavy and dark lines of eyeliner they had spent countless hours applying.

Others drunkenly stumble down the sidewalk with their arms linked together, giggling like gossiping girls. The clicking of their heels meeting the rough surface of the pavement fills the silence of the night, along with the joyous and festive behavior from the neighborhood.

Brightly illuminated inflatable pumpkins fill the lawns of residential homes, childishly frightening faces painted onto the translucent orange tarps. Plastic bones crookedly stick out of the dirt and faux skulls litter the gardens located on the block. Styrofoam graves are splayed methodically on the ground, followed by hollow coffins occasionally stuffed with skeletons.

Halloween reminded you of the life you once had; it brought the innocence and kindness that laid deep within individuals to bubble up and explode. It showed a sweeter side to the world, one that allowed children to waddle around excitedly, shriek in joy, and chortle in pure jubilation at the immense happiness such thoughtful and caring behavior brought.

If only the world was still kind to you.

“That’s not the only surprise I have prepared for you, darling.” There’s a playful lilt in his voice that you haven’t heard in ages, a memoir of an era where nothing but sunshine, starlight, and moonlight flowed through a hero’s veins. A period where the sky was sincerely never the limit, where the world and its residents had begun to find tranquility, where crime rates that had previously skyrocketed has dipped to an all time low.

“Look behind you, darling.”

Obey him and you’ll survive.

Swiveling your head to side, you peer over your shoulder and past Izuku, only to be met by the sight of the classic Hollywood round table with a long white cloth draped over it.

Long, thin candles are placed in the center of the spectacle, their warm glow inviting you to sit down at the table. In contrast to the darkness of the night, the scenery looks absolutely breathtaking, as if it were straight out of a fairytale. Where a prince would free an enslaved princess and love her unconditionally until the end of time. Where two souls would travel the world hand-in-hand, safe in each other’s presence.

But not every story is the same; not every princess gets a happy ending.

On each side of the table are the standard silverware laid out, containing the elegant and ever-so-classic salad forks, fish forks, dinner forks, and more. Large, white plates rest in between the utensils, plated with katsudon on both your plates— Izuku’s favorite dish.

Two elegant, wooden seats are placed on opposite sides. The embroidery on the wood is done to a level beyond pure excellence— the carvings are delicate, thin, and flawless. Swirls and spirals decorate the deep mahogany wood, and laid atop the seats are thick, velvet cushions. Without a doubt, the pillow is sturdy yet so utterly soft and delightful.

“It’s all yours, my love.” His hands envelop your lower back, gently nudging you to inch towards the setup.

His heavy footsteps follow yours, the pounding of his black oxford’s meeting the floor below ringing through your ears.

It reminds you of the countless times you’ve heard Izuku’s footsteps late at night after he had come home from a long shift, or the days you spent in solitude, locked in a basement and chained to the walls of the cold, pitch black room.

He pulls out chair for you, before pushing it back in once you’ve securely seated yourself. Returning to his side of the table, he sits down and lifts a bottle of wine from under the table, popping out the cork.

“Care for a glass?” He’s nearly done pouring himself a hefty helping of liquor before tipping an empty glass in your direction and grinning.

If all went to hell, at least you would be buzzed enough to forget about it all.

You nod your head.

After pouring you a glass, you both proceed to eat. The meat is tender, savory, and flavorful. Once the noodles meet your tongue, they practically melt like a popsicle on a hot day. There’s the perfect amount of seasoning and chives that can be found in each bite, sending you reeling for seconds.

Minutes pass and the night continues to darken as you both feast on the meals in front of you, downing each bite with a sip of the sweet wine poured for you both. By the time you’re done chewing on your last bite, you’re a few glasses in and drunk.

Setting the cutlery down, you rest your chin on your palm, quietly gazing at Izuku’s massive figure. The angered thoughts that you had buried deep inside your mind creeps out of its closings, slipping to the front of your brain. Its claws push past the protective barriers that grew with time and experience, the survival tactics that you had to develop in order to adapt to an entirely new universe.

Maybe, it’s the liquor thrumming in your veins that pushes you to open your mouth clumsily and let words slip from your lips that you knew would have you punished.

"Do you regret it?”

Izuku’s fork stills, his head remaining downwards towards his meal. The air between you both stills, the candles that once radiated a tranquil warmth now becomes one that burns within your skin like a raging fire and raises the hair on your arms.

“Don’t go further,” the embers whisper. They flicker as the pace of the wind picks up, sending wisps of your hair flying. “Don’t play with fire when you know you can’t quell the flames away.”

“Don’t fall for the same trap you did years ago, (Name).”

But you were never one to listen to warning signs, were you?

“You had it all, Midoriya,” the words gush out of your mouth like a flood filling a building, no force able to prevent the inevitable from occurring. “You surpassed All Might— the greatest hero to have ever existed in history since the beginning of quirks; everyone adored you and villains fell at your heels. You even managed to eventually defeat All for One. Wealth encompassed you and you could have had any person you wanted as your partner.”

The red liquid in your cup captures your attention, twinkling in the moonlight. “Yet, you threw it all away. Why? Anyone would have died to be in your position.”

Izuku remains unmoving, almost refusing to react. It’s like when a predator and it’s prey meet eye to eye, each one staring the other to make the first move. To attack or flee. But in this case, you were already cornered.

Helpless, weak, defenseless. Those were the words you would use to describe yourself. But your inferiority only spurs you on, feeding into the ignited flames.

“You took everything I had, even when you had to all.” Tears well up in your eyes, hands moving to fist at your dress. It’s overwhelming— the intensity of your emotions that now settle upon you. The liquid courage that once flowed through your veins seeps out of your system, leaking from your eyes. The edges of your vision fade away into a blurry mess, impairing you. Softly, you weep, “Why can’t I win, just once?”

The tears spill from eyes like a dam cracking from the pressure of the water. The trickle is slow, light, but as each tear falls the intensity increases until they stream down your face. Shallow breaths are taken with each sob, each exhale a painful heave that leaves your shoulders rattling. Loose limbs freeze in place like stone, muscles tending to the point of violent shaking.

Your sobs are obnoxiously loud, disruptive, and foreign with the beauty of the night, but you can’t stop. You set a foot into the rabbit hole and now you’ve fallen into it with no escape.

A gentle scraping of wood against tile is drowned out by your desperate breaths, until you feel warm hands clasp your own and hug you tightly. Small murmurs leave his lips as he tenderly rubs your skin, the heroic instincts he once had kicking in.

Truly, there were some parts that you could not entirely remove from a person no matter how drastically they changed.

Eventually, the tears run out and you are left motionless in Izuku’s hold, eyes stuck in a blank stare. You’re nothing but a mere doll, lifeless and pliable. Izuku coos at you as he shifts you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Stand up, love” he whispers, shifting his hold onto your elbows to raise you from your chair. “I have one final surprise for you.”

You comply, leaning into Izuku’s hulking figure. Tuckered out from your wracking sobs, all ideas you held about refusing to succumb to his touch escape your mind.

“Look at the ground, darling.”

And you do as you’re told.

At first, there’s nothing but the tile of the building under you. It’s dark outside, but it looks solid in color. It would be rough against your skin if you fell on it. Probably cold too, like the feeling of thousands of needles piercing through your skin.

Then, a slight heat begins to emit from beneath you, warming your footwear. The plain color of cement fades away into a light gray and eventually, into an ivory. There’s sudden clicks from below you and instinctively you clutch onto Izuku’s arm, mind alert. You don’t have the energy to panic, but you know that something isn’t right.

The ivory fades away to form a translucent tile, but there are undefined shapes below you.

The clicks continue, but with each one it sounds closer and sections of the building under you light up, the brightness seeping through the cracks.

“Izuku, what’s this?” Your voice quivers, knees trembling in place.

He grins maniacally, verdant irises gleaming in glee. “Just wait and see,” he responds.

The clicking comes closer and closer, and with each light that switches on you can begin to make out certain shapes.

Familiar faces.

Once the final light turns on, you’re in tears all over again, in a state of shock. The bloodied faces of your former classmates, friends, and coworkers stare back at you, their own eyes lifeless. It’s disgusting, the blood that covers the building below you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You can only stare in horror as you watch the people of your past look back up at you, long gone from the world.

“Isn’t it just extraordinary?” He squeezes your shoulders enthusiastically, beaming from one ear to the other. “You get to see all the low-lives of your past dead, in front of your very own eyes. Everyone who made you suffer is finally gone. Isn’t that just wonderful?”

The sight makes you want to vomit the katsudon and wine back up again.

“Can’t you see how much I love you, darling? I killed everyone who hurt you to make you happy!” He twists your face to meet his, moving to press a kiss to your lips.

And you don’t stop him.

You can’t.

You never could.

You should have listened when you were told to run, just like you were so many years ago. You should have listened to others, too blinded by ignorance.

This time, you were blinded by fear.

And now, you were stuck forever.

Closing your eyes once your lips meet his, you accept your reality.

You were stuck forever with Izuku, married to the world’s worst villain.

You fell for his trap and now had you in his grasps forever, just like he planned. You could never outsmart the puppeteer; this was his world. Not yours. It never was and it would never be.

And you had finally accepted the inevitable.

“No one is coming back for you, you know? You’re mine forever.”

You would never win against Izuku Midoriya. No one ever could.

It was best to accept the truth sooner than later.

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[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

[physics-of-one-piece]

The hades and persephone anon gave me an idea. Hear me out good doffy and bad reader. Just cause i wonder how doffy would've been had things worked out for him. Would he be more like rosi? Would he still be a bit of a gremlin? It really fascinates me. Plus you never see anyone usually try bad mean evil reader with a villain character. Its always reader is perfect and got kidnapped. Or reader is working as a servant for them and stuff like that. At best you get sassy reader which honestly is so much fun! Love when reader gets to clap back at their big evil sweetie. 🐦‍⬛

Crow anon! 🐦‍⬛ ❤️❤️

One thing to know, Doflamingo's personality even when he was a kid was very outgoing, chatty, prone to tantrums, short fuse, loud, commanding, etc. Now only way I can see good Doffy (actually like good, good Doffy while still keeping him a bit of a gremlin) is by his parents making sure he unlearns stuff from Mariejois. It's such a hard situation to imagine bcs Doffy is a very combative character, he doesn't stand around and let people hurt him or mock him. I can see him still being a sorta businessman even as a civilian. He could get kidnapped by Pirate!Reader or have to make a deal or sth, but it depends whether we want there to be a power imbalance between them or not. For equality, they can always be allied pirates, with Reader being a captain of their own crew and not taking Doflamingo's shit, no matter how much he tries to gaslight, manipulate, manwhore his way into being the dominating party, Reader simply isn't letting him. That would 100% be attractive to him. Being sassed, too.

I like to imagine Celestial Dragon Doffy for this sorta thing most. Still naively thinking even in adulthood humans will bow to him, and it's Reader who shows him how wrong he is, and how respect needs to be earned, etc etc. If things had worked out for him, he would still be a gremlin. A very powerful, spoiled, enabled gremlin. He'd probably still become Joker, just doing his business from Mariejois. I like to imagine Celestial Dragon Doffy x Warlord!Reader for this kinda situation.

In fact, I have like a buried fic idea of Reader kidnapping Celestial Dragon Doffy to get the warlord status and Doffy being (after a while) so fckn fascinated with Reader cus all the women he's known are either too spoiled or scared of him. He definitely likes Pirate!Reader who tells him what to do, while Pirate!Reader wants nothing to do with him, just wants the warlord title.

And then when Reader does become a warlord and returns Doflamingo back to Mariejois, he does everything in his power as a Celestial Dragon to get Reader to visit Mariejois more often.

It funnily becomes sort of like Cinderella? Though there is some Tangled themes in there, too... Also, add some spice with Reader prefering hanging out with Rosinante bcs he's more likely to actually care about humans and offer funds for wars or relief funds. Rosi does a lot of charity work, I think. Doflamingo allows it cus it gives him cover.

There is also just him meeting Warlord!Reader at the Reverie or passing by for a warlord meeting. That's where he does the stunt of thinking he can make Reader his wife and gets himself punched by a human for the first time Luffy style.

Hang on, I wrote a little sth of that warlord meeting idea like a week ago:

“I can’t leave you alone for ten minutes!” yelled the large blue fishman.

You pointed with your thumb over your shoulder toward Doflamingo, as though he was some commoner, as though he was some pebble you kicked off of your path. “Sorry, Jimbei,” you said, tone casual and calm, as though you didn’t just sign your death warrant. “This celestial tried to force me to marry him, so I punched him.” The fishman gaped at you. He looked like he experienced a heart attack.