#me a villain lover: excuse me if i don't need the excuse to be a sukuna apologist 😌💅

[nanaminokanojo]

Sukuna is a "badly written" villain because he "doesn't have a tragic backstory"? He's only driven by power so he's "not interesting"? 🤨🫨

I can name a lot more of those so-called "badly written", "uninteresting" villains who were acclaimed in the anime realm then, if Sukuna falls under that category for those reasons.

Maybe I'm biased, but from a literary standpoint, I must ask, why does a "good villain" according to these standards need to have a "tragic backstory"? Why does that have to be the reason why they're villains? Or why does tragedy have to be the motivation behind them being "bad"?

Why can't their drive for power (or whatever else) be the story itself? Why can't that be interesting?

Genuine questions out of curiosity. I just feel like it's a very traditional formula for villains when they can be written the way they are without the excuse or limitation of tragedy befalling them prior.

They came from something "tragic" or sad so it makes it easier to root for them? Who needs that excuse to like them/root for them?

*Garou from "One Punch Man" shaking in his boots for just wanting to hurt heroes 'cause he roots for villains, period*

Okay, Sukuna doesn't seem to have a clear-cut origin story in JJK apart from (A) apparently having to eat his twin in the womb while their mom starved herself in order for him to survive (his words in the manga), and (B) being this defeated sorcerer/curse, and deity slash monster people revered and feared at the same time (somewhat like hearsay in the story if it weren't for his fingers).

I don't know, but I feel like it's a unique approach to writing a villain and that vagueness about where he really came from makes him interesting to me. This is especially when I consider the proximity of his character to the Ryomen Sukuna in reality from which he was based

All the origin story of this minor god in Japan is also unclear and varied. He came from a cave, he's really not a person but a clan that resisted the ruling class, "Sukuna" is not a person but a term used for these people who were demonized for the same reason, he's an iteration of a Hindu god, he's the boogeyman parents used to scare their kids, he loves hotpot.

Either way, he's calamity personified and whether in reality or in Jujutsu Kaisen, he didn't need the excuse of human tragedy to be the way he is. Well, frankly, I think he's also incomparable to villains of human origin (which apparently equates to and stems from tragedy *cue The Bee Gees*).

So, does that make Sukuna a badly-written, uninteresting villain?

[loveneversleepss]

TROPE SERIES: Lee know

Brothers best friend

requested by @aakamiLee on wattpad

Pairing: enemy!Lee know x female reader

Trope: enemies to lovers, fake dating

Warnings: cursing, bickering, mean and nice nicknames, time jumps (bc im lazy), smut, protected sex (we're responsible for once), unprotected sex (Oopsie), oral sex, betrayal, yelling?

w.c: 10 k

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There's a big difference between love and hate. Who you love and care for are forever in your heart, you'll follow them to the end of the earth. But hatred, it's made out of pure evil. It sinks into you until you can't push it out anymore. You deal with it in ways that aren't right. Until, you accept it. Make peace with it. Then that's when it goes away.

I guess that's why villains or enemies are seen as more powerful and better. Attractive sometimes too. Because they've made peace of their hate. They're gonna use it to fire themselves into getting what they want. Because they're not afraid. They'd let the world burn for what they love. Meanwhile hero will sacrifice what they love to save the world. And you'd choose the villain every time.

If there's anyone you have a strong hatred for, it's Lee know. Ever since you were a child, he had it out for you to embarrass you and tease you at any moment he could. On the way you'd dress, the way you talked, or the way you walked. He would say something about it. You didn't know what or why he always would make fun of you. What could possibly possess him to do that?

"Wow, y/n. Could you get anymore dorkier? Look at what you're wearing," he'd snicker.

There was never a moment he would spare you, or do anything to prove he was good. He was a bully, an enemy and you would never side with him. You promised that to yourself. But you'd hate to admit, he's gorgeous. Breath taking.

But there was one person who was disgusted by him and hated him even more than you did. Hyunjin. Your knight in shining armor. He was even more beautiful than Lee know.

"I know you're not talking with those tight jeans, Lee know." He came by your side and defended you. Lee know looked embarrassed on the spot.

You were thankful for him. You survived Lee knows bullying tactics thanks to him. He was your best friend all your childhood years. But he had to leave. You knew it wouldn't last. But you had hoped it would. The last day of elementary school, you dreaded it and wished it didn't come. But it did, and he moved away after that day.

"Don't worry, y/n. I'll come back for you, I will never forget my best friend." He hugged you tight and he whispered sweetly to you, "promise me you'll wait? Promise that you'll never have another boy at your side, I'm the only one for you." And you intended to keep that promise.

How the years fly by. Senior year. Graduation. This is the final year. The final time to experience everything you possibly can. And you will.

"Y/n!" You heard your name being called by your brother, Chan. He's practically legend at your school. He graduated a year ago. At your school, you have a record of seniors who experienced things no one else has before. He accomplished to host all senior parties. How does one even manage that?

You made your way down the stairs in your pajamas. "What?" You yelled back and made your way to the kitchen. "We're going out, don't burn down the house, and don't go anywhere." He said in a busy tone as he texted in his phone. You saw Leeknow standing next to Chan and you glanced at him confused. "Since when were you two friends? You don't even go to our school anymore, Chan." Chan made eye contact with Lee know and back to you. "Because I'm actually cool, unlike you, lil sis. I have friends and you so desperately need to get out more." He slipped away before you could answer and you glared in his direction.

You turned your focus back on Lee know as stared at you with a smirk. "Cute pjs," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Well excuse me that I don't look like a supermodel in the morning." He seemed amused and leaned over the table, "it's noon and Saturday. Why don't you go out with us, huh? Get put of your comfort zone, gain a social life or something." You scoffed and took a couple steps closer, "I have a life and friends. I don't need to be drinking and partying all the time." He straightened his body up and crossed his arms, "name one friend you have." He was skeptical of you, you have to admit. Making friends is not an easy task for you.

"Hyunjin," you said confidently. He laughed practically in your face. "That loser? He moved away a long time ago, it's time you move on sweetheart." You were done with the conversation and flipped him off as you walked away. He rushed to stop you, leaning against the wall before the stairs. "Come on, get ready. It'll be fun." That's all you need. To attend a party with your mortal enemy.

"No thanks." You shinned a fake smile at him and you walked up the stairs. "Jeez what a loner," he mumbled and you looked down at your pajamas. Suddenly feeling self conscious. Maybe you should start going out more. You stopped mid way on the stairs and he had begun to walk away. "Do you really think it would be fun?" He turned back around and rose an eyebrow mischievously. "Yes, it would." He crossed his arms, you immediately noticed his veins and the tone of his muscles appearing. You have to admit, if he wasn't your mortal enemy, you would find him attractive.

He followed your eye path to his arms and cleared his throat. "Just go get ready loser." You frowned and continued going up the stairs and got ready.

You peaked around the corner and saw him leaning against the wall in the kitchen, waiting for you. "Yeah, Chan. It's fine I can take her. I'll be there soon." He hung up and you cleared your throat. He turned his attention up to you and smiled slightly, you began to walk down the steps with a slight shyness. He slowly made his way towards you and... He wolf whistles at you.

"Okay, ew." You rose your hand and made a face of disgust. He smiled. "It's just nice to see you actually try to fit in for once." The backhanded compliment hit you in the face like a truck. You huffed and crossed your arms, "why can't you just say I look pretty? You don't have to insult me." His expression dropped and his eyes softened, "okay I'm sorry. You look pretty." The Lee know apologizing for once in his life? You're shocked and frankly, scared. He must want something. "Okay now you're being strangely nice, what is it that you want? Girls? Money?"

He smirked as he looked down at your hands. "Did I maybe convince you to go out with me out of jealousy that I would get with a girl?" He slowly moved to the first step as you walked down to him. How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Delusional. "Are you jealous, little y/n?" He leaned against the wall. You laughed in disbelief and crossed your arms. "Of course not, no, I'm not jealous." He smirked and licked his lips, "Uh huh." He sighed heavily, "Just admit it, you're in love with me." You mock a laugh at him, "Um, no."

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Is that so?" He steps closer to you, almost toppling over you, "even when I do this?" He places a lock of your hair behind your ear and stares into your eyes, you try to ignore the heart beating fast in your chest. "Just leave me alone, jerk!" He laughs softly to himself as you push him away. "You're hot when you're mad." You narrow your eyes at him with annoyance as you walk away. He always does things like that just to get you flustered, you should be able to say you're used to it but you're not. He makes you nervous and barely able to stand when he touches you. You don't know why he has that effect on you but he does. And you hate yourself for it.

~~~

You'd never would've imagined in a hundred years that you would be in a car with Lee Know right now. It's frightening really. "So, what is all good about that Hyunjin guy? You seem to be in love with him or something." You rolled your eyes and continued looking out the window, "i'm not in love with him, he was just really nice to me." He scoffed and sat up straighter in his seat, "you're obsessed with him because he was nice to you? God, y/n, you really need to go to this party." You huffed and sat more back in the seat. You eventually arrived and heard the music booming in the distance, he parked neatly. But he hasn't motioned to leaving yet, awaiting your move. You always pondered a question and never had the guts to say it before to him, but you're feeling pretty bold right now.

"Why do you hate me?" You looked over your shoulder at him, he was clenching his jaw hard. "Who said I do?" He turned to look at you two, since when has he had that sparkle in his eyes? It's mesmerizing. He looked down to his water bottle in the cup holder and decided to take a sip. "Are you fucking with me?" He practically choked at your bluntness and hit his chest a couple times. "I mean you have made every single thing I've ever done incredibly hard and made fun of me every chance you could." He set down the water bottle and looked into your eyes once again, "it was the only way I could get your attention." You shook your head at him. "There are other ways of getting my attention, being mean is not one of them." You opened the door and slammed it shut in annoyance, he followed closely behind which annoyed you even more.

You walked into the party and realized, this is definitely not your element. "Scared, little one?" Lee know whispered into your ear. "Just not my element, can you get me something to drink?" He looked guilty all of a sudden and licked his smooth lips, "so uh. About what I said about you basically getting out of your comfort zone. Maybe drinking should not be one of them." You wanted so badly to beat him up. Rip him apart to shreds. "What? Come on, I need to unwind." You faced him now and shot puppy dog eyes at him, "pretty please?" He stayed silent for a while, just looking down at you. "Okay, I'll be back. Stay put."

Yeah, no way you're staying put. You took the opportunity when he left to explore around, leading into a den in the house. You became face to face with a man with long black hair, kissing a woman on the couch. You instantly recognized him, Hyunjin. He broke away from the kiss with an amused smile and the girl noticed you and stared with a judging look, he followed her gaze and laid eyes on you.

What. The. Fuck. "Y/n?" You turned away quickly and bumped into Lee knows silhouette, knocking your drink all over himself. "Ugh, dammit y/n." He noticed your face and immediately searched around for the cause. Lee Know's gaze locked from him to you and then back to him. His jaw tensed as he stared at them both and it clicked, that's also his ex girlfriend. Tears began to fill in your eyes, and he pulled you close. He led you to a bathroom far away from them. Tears fell down your cheeks, pooling your mind.

"Listen to me, y/n. Fuck them. He didn't deserve you anyways." You leaned against the sink as he desperately tried to wipe away your tears. You shook your head while sobbing, "I can't believe it, I was an idiot to love him. I wasted all this time waiting for him." Now he was shaking his head, "no, y/n. Don't think like that. He's the idiot and you should beat his ass for doing that to you." You sighed heavily and pushed him away by his stomach, wiping your own tears. "God, I wish you wouldn't see me like this. Please don't make fun of me for this."

He stayed silent. "God, you reek." You sat down on the closed toilet lid. He looked down to his shirt, "oh right. I forgot." He took of his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, and off his shirt went. Pulling it off his shoulders, and wetting it in the sink. You couldn't help staring at his sculpted physique, he was ripped. And there was one thing that stood out to you, a small scar located a little above his waist. It was so unique and beautiful, you wanted to trace along it. He noticed your staring, "what?"

You stood up and walked over to him, he froze as you stared down at his scar. He backed against the sink. You slowly raised your hand and touched his stomach, "it's pretty." You traced along it, his chest rising up and down as you slowly caressed it. "Y/n," he whispered softly and you looked up at him. His cheeks were slightly red and you instantly knew he felt embarrased. You yanked your hand away, "sorry." He shook his hand and mumbled a, "its fine."

He continued to try to wash away the alcohol from his shirt as you watched. "I'll wash this later." He drained it and you gave him his sweater back to cover him up. He paused before reaching for the door, he looked back at you, "do you wanna go home?" You nodded your head, "yeah. I wanna go home." He put his arm around you and led you outside, not once letting you astray from his grip. You hadn't noticed before, but people were staring at you, you heard faint whispers. "Who's that girl with Lee Know?" "She's pretty." "Wait I think that's Chan's little sister." You shook off their conversations, of course they were talking about you, you were with Mr. King of the parties. He opened the door for you and you were about to enter when you heard your name being called. You took a deep breath and turned to the culprit. "What do you want Hyunjin?"

"Just let me explain." You glanced at Lee Know and he nodded his head for you to put Hyunjin's ass on blast. "Explain what exactly. That you didn't have your tongue down her throat, while you told me to wait for you all these years and forbade me to have a boyfriend? Please, how much of a fucking loser are you to get someone's sloppy seconds?" Lee Know held in his laughter as he brought a fist to his mouth. He looked visibly proud of you. "Yeah, we're done here. Let's go."

You held the door to enter when he yelled out, "you think you're so fucking high and mighty don't you. You wanna pick out my relationship but not the one right here," he motioned at the two of you, "I mean come on y/n. He fucking made your life a living hell, don't you remember the times you cried in my arms about him, wishing that he would die?" You suddenly felt small, he exposed you bare and you couldn't deny it. Suddenly, there was a crowd watching from afar that you hadn't noticed from afar.

Lee Know stepped in, "get over it. She doesn't want your fucking ass and is perfectly happy without you. Whatever she said in the past is definitely not how she feels anymore, now she loathes your ass. So, tell me this.." He stepped closer to him and you suddenly realized why everyone fears him too, he's not afraid to point out the obvious and speak up, he whsipered something inaudible to him. Hyunjin clenched his jaw and had a face of anger. He walked away defeated and Lee Know laughed as he did. You looked at Lee Know differently now, he stuck up for you when no one else did.

Maybe in another universe, you two could've been friends. Maybe he's not so bad afterall. Then you realized how rude you were to Hyunjin.

"My god, I'm turning into you!" He chuckled as your hands covered your face. "Is that so bad?" You nodded your head yes aggressively and he rolled his eyes. "Lino~~~" Oh God, as drunk as ever your brother came over to you two. "Chan, why did you drink so much?" He collapsed on the car and burped loudly, classy. "Okay, let's get you two home."

~~~

"Does he always get this drunk?" You asked Lee know and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, only when he's stressed I guess." You plopped down on the couch and he collapsed next to you. You both sighed heavily and tried to relax. Although it didn't last long, "how are you feeling about tonight?" You shook your head, "let's not talk about it..." He cares, he cares about what you're feeling. "It's weird, isn't it?" He furrows his face in confusion, "what is?" You smiled slightly as you looked at him, "those moments where we don't hate each other." He sighed once again, "like I said. I don't hate you."

"I know." You do know that, but in your heart, you can't shake off the past. "But I know you hate me, and that's okay. I'll make you like me someday." You laughed softly, you're already starting to. You start to think about the party again and a light appears in your head. "What if we strike a deal with each other?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously interested. "What if we pretended to date?" He dropped his head back and sighed, "what do I get out of this?" You scooted closer to him, "well it'll make your ex jealous, plus it would also make Hyunjin jealous too... and maybe he will regret not being with me. Also increase my popularity." He sucked on his teeth, "seems this only benefits you, I couldn't care less about my ex."

You pondered and searched your mind for a benefit for him, "fine then, you get me." His eyes widened and he brought his head back down to normal level, "excuse me?" You leaned onto the couch on one arm, holding your head, "you heard me. I'll let you hit it whenever you want." He scoffed, "I'm offended that you think I don't have access to that already." You bit your bottom lip, "but it's not me. It's different, I'm your enemy." He squinted his eyes and blinked about a thousand times, like to actually think about it. "So, you're saying you want to have hate sex?" You almost giggled and shrug your shoulders.

"I knew you were in love with me." You smiled and shook your head, "like I said, no." He mimicked your position and got closer, "so if I told you I wanted you right now, spread out and making you cry for it. You would do it?" You made a face of disgust, "okay don't make it weird. But essentially.. sure. After all if imma lose my virginity to someone, might as well be you." He retracted his face is shock, "wait you're a virgin? God, you were really waiting for him, huh?" Unfortunately yes, you were.

He licked his lips and nodded, "okay fine. I'll be your fake boyfriend. But that means that you can't fight me on couple duties and don't tell Chan." What have you gotten yourself into?

He seemed to keep up his end of the deal, to not be able to get away from him, even at school. Your phone began to ring and you reached into your book bag, more of a tote bag and answered it. "Hello?" His voice was excited and jumpy, "hi y/n.~" You nearly hung up the phone as soon as he spoke. "Lee know?? How did you even get my number?" You audibly groaned his name. "Your brother~" he cooed. "Remind me to murder him later.." He laughed softly and you felt butterflies appear in your tummy, you clenched your stomach and nearly punched yourself to make it go away.

"Why are you calling me?" You cross one of your arms across your chest and the other holding up your phone. "That's how you talk to your savior? Your brother told me to take you home." You groan aloud and begin to walk down the path to the front. "Why didn't he come for me?" There's a loud beep of a horn and you stop into your tracks. "Sorry, apparently that car didn't see me.. maybe he wanted us to spend alone time together." You roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." He clicks his tongue, "so where are you?" You continue your walking again but go even slower. "I'm hiding, or maybe im at home or maybe im in Hyunjin's car. Could be anywhere really as long as I am away from you." This feeling makes you feel upbeat, you like teasing him.

"Tell me where you are right now you brat," he speaks quickly in a rude tone. "Okay, first of all, rude." He sighs heavily and then chuckles softly to himself, "nice dress, Princess. Can I take it off?" Your phone slightly drops down when you search your surroundings for him. You furrow your brows when you don't find him. "How'd you know I-" You scream as your feet are lifted off the floor, being carried from behind by your waist. "Found you," he whispers and attacks your neck, biting it playfully and pretending to eat it while making gurgling noises. "Okay, okay, enough! Put me down!" People were staring.

He sets you down gently and you toss your phone back into your bag. "Here, let me get that for you." He deattaches your book bag off your shoulder and onto his. "Thanks," you mumble softly. His arm cheekily raises over your head to your shoulder, "So, what are we doing today huh? Going to dinner? Or a fair? Maybe even the movies?" You stopped walking, pushing his arm off and your mouth was slightly agape as he looked at you curiously, "what are you talking about? We're going straight home." He pouted his bottom lip, as you noticed his car. Without waiting, you marched straight to it and to the passenger's side door, about to open it until he slammed it shut.

He leans in close, keeping a firm grip on the door. "We have to go out," he said softly, you shook your head no as you kept trying to open the door. "Come onnn, let's go on a date. You were the one who said you wanted to do this fake dating thingy." He whined pathetically and you knew he was just messing with you. So obviously you had no intentions or interest in saying yes. But you did anyway, just to mess with him. "Hmm, why not?" He perked up immediately and stepped closer to you. "Really?" "No," you said almost immediately and he frowned. "Well too bad because we're going anyway." He finally let go of the door and opened it. You glared at him as you went in and he softly smiled.

~~

He took you out for ice cream. It was nice. He was nice and complimented your dress. He took you home afterward, and surprise surprise. No Chan. "Great, I don't wanna be alone... Come inside?" He looked at your front door and then you. "Can I cash in?" Already? You weren't prepared yet. And weren't exactly ready to give it up yet. "Oh, I haven't prepped or anything." He stepped closer to you, merely inches away. "I don't need all that, just you." But why the hell not? The sooner the better.

You led him inside and up into your room, making sure to lock the door. He wandered about as you quickly went into the restroom to touch up, the door was open to keep an eye on him. You walked in after a couple minutes and he was sitting on the bed, looking at picture. One of you in elementary, playing in the grass alongside Hyunjin. "I always thought you were so pretty when you played in the grass, I never got the chance to go with you. Your protector prohibited it." You approached him slowly and sat on the bed. You pulled the picture out of his hand, "forget him. I'm here now."

His eyes scanned your face as you tossed the photo aside. You prepared yourself, first kiss, first everything would be with him. He leaned in slightly. "What if my brother finds out?" His hand slips behind your ear, tucking softly at your hair strands. "He won't," he whispers against your lips. He stares into your eyes, flickering down often back down to your lips. "God, you're so damn beautiful." He pressed his soft lips into yours, taking you whole. You sighed in relief, it's as magical as you thought it would be. Moist and soft as pillows. Connecting two bodies into one.

"Don't stop," you mumbled against his lips. And he didn't. He entered his tongue softly into your mouth, entangling his with yours. You moaned at the feeling, the pleasure intensifying and all your doubts fade away. He reaches at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your waist. Revealing your underwear and tugging at it. He strokes at your concealed clit, he smiles. "You're wet for me, baby?" You almost moaned at the nickname. You felt shy now that he pointed it out. "You're sure you want to go through with this? I can stop."

You don't want him to stop. "Don't you dare stop." You pulled him back into your lips. You felt him smile against your lips. He pulled your dress over your head and laid it onto the floor. You reached for his belt. He stopped you as he took it off himself. You crawled back higher in the bed for room. He undressed himself until he was in his underwear too, the beautiful scar appearing once again. You couldn't help but stare, he is beautiful you have to admit. You reached for his pants and pulled out an aluminum wrapper. Holding it in his mouth and crawled toward you seductively. You giggled as he appeared on top of you and you took the wrapper out of his mouth.

He kissed your neck which made you melt in his touch. It felt like heaven and sent tingles down your body. Intensifying the building pleasure. He reached around your back and unclipped your bra. You weren't expecting it and gasped, so easily slipping it off. He attached his lips to your breast immediately, making your back arch as he sucked on it softly. His fingers teased at your entrance, playing with your panties and slapping it against your sensitive skin. "Don't tease me," you whimpered and his eyes turned dark with lust. He grabbed the wrapper from you and slipped down his underwear. Your mouth dropped, you weren't expecting it so suddenly.

You felt compelled to look at it and dragged down your panties. He groaned as he made eye contact with your pussy. He opened the wrapper and slipped it on neatly and swift. Getting ready and you prepared as he positioned himself. He entered smoothly and you moaned aloud, you covered your mouth but he pulled it away quickly. He kept your hands above your head at your wrists and the other positioning himself into you. You felt so full. "Fuck, fuck. It feels so good." You whined out as he continued to bottom out into you. He finally stopped pushing until you. The pain and pleasure mixing.

You moaned happily and tried to break free of his hold. "God, you're fucking perfect," he whispered. The praise got you going even more. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in. You moaned heavily again as he began to set a rhythm. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come if you keep clenching like that." You wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him. "Cum if you want to, just keep going." You've never talked like this to anyone. He let go of his grip around your wrists and readjusted your legs. Laying your ankles onto his shoulders and holding your legs close.

He pushed back into you and you practically crumbled in his hands. The pleasure was intensified, heightened. You cried out as he mercilessly pounded into you. "Please, please" you begged although you didn't know what. His thumb rubbed against your sensitive bud and you pushed away with your hips. You whimpered out as he kept abusing your body. "What's wrong, can't take it?" He teased you which made you angry, you hate being teased especially by him. It's his favorite thing to do.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." You chanted against his rhythm. "I hate you so much," you mumbled to yourself. He smirked, "keep talking and watch what's gonna happen." A challenge, you know you can't resist. "I hate that I love this so much," you laughed breathlessly, "I hate that I love you fucking me." You squealed as he turned you over onto your stomach. He pushed your neck into the sheets and arched your back, a sting on your butt appeared. You whimpered at the pain, he slid on once again and you screamed into the pillow. "Keep going," he whispered into your ear. And so you did, confessing all what you were thinking.

"I hate that you're so attractive." He pulled your hair into a bundle and moaned softly. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, he was enjoying this, enjoying you. "I hate that you know exactly how to make me crumble in your hands." Tug. "I hate that I crave you at times I shouldn't." He begins to pound up into you fast and harsh, making you a moaning mess. "I hate that I've wanted you all these years!" You want it, want it so bad. You need a release. "That's all I wanted to hear," he whispered sweetly into your ear and pulled your face to kiss him. You cried out into his mouth as he mercilessly grinded into you. He moaned loudly, his hands bracing onto your hips as his pace slowed. But he kept going, for you.

He snapped his hips into you once, twice, and you collapsed. Like a thread being cut. A knot being undone. A firework finally exploding. Release, sweet beautiful release. He talked you through it, "that's it. Just let it go, princess. You're doing so good." You relaxed in his arms, feeling him slip out of you slowly. You suddenly felt empty now, without the comfort of him. He laid you down softly onto your back. "You okay?" He cooed at you as he brushed the hair out of your perfectly happy face. You nodded your head, "what are you smiling about, hm?"

"I'm just happy." You were. He gave you an experience that you'd dream of. He pulled back to yank off the rubber, and threw it away into your bathroom trash. You got up reluctantly to pull your underwear back on. But once you felt your feet hit the ground, a sharp sensation drew up your back and you stumbled onto your knees. He came running to your laid as you laid helplessly, "ow."

~~~

You two had a conversation after, establishing some boundaries. "Okay so first off," you underlined the top of the page titled, agreement. "We are not allowed to fall for each other, no romantic feelings whatsoever." He nodded in agreement as you scribbled it along the page. "Have to show some sort of affection in public for fake dating purposes... and make a public appearance at a party or something." He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "It's not that hard okay? It can be a simple gesture like a kiss on the cheek or a hug." You wrote it down.

"And I get to have my benefit whenever I want." He mentioned as he snatched the paper away from you and wrote it down. "As long as it's not in front of other people, I'd rather not flash my pussy to a stranger." He chuckled at your bluntness. "Oh right one more thing," you took the paper back. "Agreement will be void once goal is made aka I get my crush or broken." He stared hard at you, confusion in his sparky eyes. "You still want that guy? After all he did?"

You shrug your shoulders, "I mean I get it. You get lonely without someone to love. And plus, now I know the benefits of having someone." You cheekily rose your eyebrows at him in a playful way. He sighed and looked away. "I don't understand why you don't want your ex back. Didn't you two love each other?" He shook his head and you laid the paper onto the table in front of you two. "Why?" He sighs, "because she isn't you." You look at him confused, scared. "She isn't you... as friends, we have a connection, we light up around each other. I don't have that connection with her. I crave a connection if I want a relationship."

You understood what he meant. You do. You two seem to always encourage each other and be confident. You're not afraid of telling him anything. He changed the subject. "So, what did you mean that you've wanted me all these years?" Oh shit. You'd forgotten about that, your ears begun to stung. Might as well come out with the truth. "Well, I've always found you attractive. I just didn't wanna admit it."

"Yeah, I kinda have that effect on people." He flicked his imaginary long hair. You cackled out at his demeanor. "So that basically means you fantasize about me, huh?" You scoffed jokingly, "okay enough Mr. Cocky," you threw a pillow at him and he laid in defeat.

You had to begun to hang out at school with each other more. His friends had grown accustomed to you now. It was working, everyone believed you two were together. But thank god it was Friday, you hate school. You were sitting at the table where his friends were, waiting for him to arrive when you noticed his ex. Glaring at you with such fire in her eyes. "Hey," Lee Know said and you jumped once you felt his hand on your back. "Hi," he pecked you on the cheek. "You okay?" You nodded, while still looking in her direction, he noticed and followed your gaze. His eyes darkened as he noticed that she was whispering to her friends while looking at you. You felt suddenly conscious of yourself.

"Imma go okay?" You said softly to him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. "Don't go, I'll handle it." You shook your head, "it's fine. Don't ruin anything between you two because of me." His eyes screamed at you to stay but you couldn't. You couldn't stand sitting there while she talked about you. So you walked away, feeling an ache in your stomach. You went to a nearby bathroom and washed your face. You stayed in there, looking at the mirror at your clothes. 'It could be better,' you thought. Maybe you'll go shopping.

You walked out upset and bumped into a tall boy. "Sorry," you said as you pulled away. "Y/n?" You stared up at him, that familiar face. "Hey Hyunjin." You stood silent, awaiting what he would say, it seems like he's got a lot on his mind. "Look I just wanted to say about how sorry I am for the other night. It was stupid and I don't even like the girl, I swear. I cut ties with her." You sighed heavily and put your hands in your sweaters pockets. "Let's just forget about that okay?" He nodded his head and you turned to leave.

"Wait," you stopped and looked up at him once more. "How about we go out tomorrow? So I can really make it up to you. Meet me at our spot at 3?" Your spot, you haven't been there in a long time. It's a big playground, you two would always meet up there in the past and just talk. "Sure, I'll be there." You walked away and find a stray Lee know again.

"Where'd you go?" You smacked your lips, "I have news!" His eyes creased and a small smile emerged. "Hyunjin asked me to go out tomorrow, as an apology." His smile quickly faded, and his eyes dropped down to his feet. "Isn't that good? I have to go shopping after school though, for some clothes." He nodded his head quick and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Get something nice for yourself okay?" He hands you a couple of big bills. "No, no. I don't wanna use your money." You try to hand him it back but he pulls away. You sigh reluctantly and put the money into your pocket.

He leans forward into your ear, "maybe you can buy something nice for the two of us, hm?" You instantly knew what he meant, lingerie, and your face reddened at the thought of it. "Don't be naughty."

It was the next morning, and Lee know had shown up to question you about Hyunjin. He sat next to your floor mirror on a seat cushion. "And you'll be alone?" You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shopping bag, pulling out the new dress you bought. It's a navy blue and tight fitted, you're planning on wearing some stockings with it so you won't be completely exposed. "You're stressing too much about this." You said while walking over to your bathroom to change, bringing the bag with you. "Yeah, because I care about you."

You began to dress behind the door as you listened. "I just don't want him to try anything funny." You walked out, over to the mirror, in front of him, "It'll be fine, it's in public." He stared at you, scanning up and down and you smiled happily at the result. "So.. do you like it?" You turned to him and did a twirl. "Love, I'm not even looking at the dress." You sucked in a breath and smiled, you lifted your hair and tried to assess if it looked good. "Hmm, hair down. Only I get to see you with your hair pulled back." You knew what he meant to that too.

Which reminded you of the surprise you had for him. You had noticed a lingerie store next to the dress store. And you gave in, picking out a white set. After all it is his money, he'll enjoy it. "Hold on, I have a surprise for you." You skipped over to the bathroom and changed into it. It hugged you beautifully, a blinged out corset top with see through panties, attached was some laced stockings. It came with a light cover dress, it was flowy and very pretty. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at yourself. Definitely out of your comfort zone, but so is everything.

"What's taking so long-" He pushed open the door and his face practically dropped. His eyes didn't know where to land. You shifted on your heels, "do you like it?" He said no words. He lifted you up from your legs and hung you over his shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing!" You screamed out and kicked your legs, it was useless. He dropped you onto your bed and quickly ran to your room door, locking it. You didn't know what he was doing, you only assumed. He wants to fuck you again.

"Get on your knees," he ordered you without hesitation. You've never seen him like this, so dominant. You slowly dragged yourself onto the floor. Gradually getting onto your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes. He slowly unzipped his pants and you gulped. You know what he wants. He pushed down his pants to his ankles along with his boxers. You stared at his length, rock hard. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said as he stroked your cheek. It felt so innocent in this setting, it soothed you. He wrapped his hand around himself and pressed it to your lips. "You know what to do."

You parted your lips slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto him. You moved his hand out of your way, replacing it with yours. And slowly, seductively, teasingly, you kitty licked at his tip. He hissed as he watched you. He grabbed your hair into a ball, holding it out of the way to enjoy the show. Finally, you pushed him into your mouth, you held down your tongue and tried your best not to gag. It was impossible and caused your eyes to fill with tears. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and he tugged on your hair aggressively, pushing your head. You didn't care, he can use you all he likes.

"Fuck, I need you right now." You hummed against him and he moaned out loud. You were beginning to feel a glow in between your legs. He pushed your mouth off of him and you got onto the bed. He threw his shirt off and you could cum at the sight, he's so breathtaking. He ripped your sheer dress off you, "hey don't ruin it!" He growled, "my money, my girl, I can do what the hell I want." You're not his girl, you were about to correct him when he pushed aside your panties. One of his fingers entering inside of you and you moaned. Prepping you for him.

He took out a condom and once again slipped one on with one hand, what an expert. He planted his hand next to your head and kissed you softly, his kisses were always so gentle. He slipped into you, beginning a rhythm and you moaned loudly into his mouth. He pulled away, "I feel that good?" You nodded your head quick and did not even try to be quiet. Your arms slipped around his neck and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. He was grunting hard, like he was gonna finish soon. But you knew he would keep going even if he did. He started to go faster while his moans were getting louder. You felt a slight shoot get blocked off and the condom fill up.

You felt a rush of pleasure come over you, you felt your high coming in close. You started to whimper out and clawed out his back. He then began to trickle kisses down your neck but you felt a slight sucking sensation. "Don't," you said breathlessly, "I'm still going out after this." He stopped and you saw how angry his expression was. His rhythm slowed down unexpectedly and you made eye contact with him. "Keep going. I'm so close," you begged him. "Uh, uh. You want to go out still? You don't get to finish." And he denied you of finishing. He pulled out of you.

You groaned, annoyed. "Why are you so mean?" You whined as he moved away from you. He smiles, "because," and kisses your cheek. You frown. He took off his condom and threw it in the bin next to your bed, you had planned ahead by putting one there. But you had your own ideas. As he laid beside you and stared at the ceiling, your hand slipped off your panties. Your hand slipped down between your folds, and circled your clit. You moaned out as you stared at Lee know, making eye contact. He shook his head disapprovingly. You were only to this to make him realize he made a mistake.

"Mm, Lee know," his name slipped out of your lips so easily. You made sure to sound as breathless as possible. It was working as you saw he was getting hard again. "I won't engage," he told you but you knew he was lying. "Fine," you stopped and got on top of him. "You won't play with me?" You grabbed his now hard length and held it lined up to your entrance. "Y/n, don't. I'm not wearing-" You ignored him as you slid down slowly. You braced yourself onto his stomach and moaned out pathetically, why did he never let you experience it raw before? It's addictive.

He feels crazy good. You can feel every ridge and curve. Everything hits the right spot. "Oh my god," you gripped onto his chest. "Oh my god," you screamed out in glee. The build up is threatening to snap, and you love how it's feels right before it does. "Thats it, my love. Let it out," he whispered sweetly to you. Snap. And you go falling down onto him.

~~~

He begged you not to go, but you weren't going to stand up Hyunjin. You couldn't... At least not without an explanation. You walked over to the park, he was no where to be found. Your phone began to ring, unknown caller. You answered it, "hello?" There was a sudden burst of laughter, a girl. "Oh y/n. Did you really think he was gonna go? You're quite stupid to think that." You recognized the voice, Lee knows ex. "He ditched me?" There was a noise of scramble on the other side. "Hello y/n." Hyunjin. You gritted your teeth. "I like your dress, very revealing. Did you go shopping for me?" You looked around and saw no one, suddenly you felt cold and began to walk out of the park.

"Why are you doing this?" He laughed softly to himself. "It's payback, you betrayed me by getting with Lee know." Anger began to pelt up inside you, "I never betrayed you. You betrayed me." He laughed once again. "But something smells fishy doesn't it? I think it's you." Just then you turned when a loud car pasted by, the window was down. Splash. You were hit with a bucketload of water. You gasped as you fell to the ground from the weight. You screamed when you saw a fish had been through with it. You didn't know what to do, you ran.

Home. You don't know where that is. All you knew was him. You needed him. His comfort. His words. You needed to go to him.

~~~

You knocked on his door repeatedly and rang the doorbell. Clutching your soaked body and sobbing out. The door swung open fast, when his eyes landed on you. He had a look who could kill. "Who did this to you?" You didn't want to answer. You knew he would go after him and that's the last thing you wanted. "It's none of your business." You said calmly. "You're my fucking business. What happened?" He spit out his words and tears flowed down your cheeks once again. "I'm gonna kill him." He stormed past you but you clutched onto his arm. "Please don't leave me. I need you here."

His gaze softened and immediately took you into his arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, I swear." You smelled, really bad. But he didn't care. He held you for so long. You wish he would never let go. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He led you inside and into his bathroom. He lives alone. You remember that, no siblings, parents gone. It must be awfully lonely. He sat you down on the toilet lid while he turned on the water for a bath. Putting bubbles in it. You laughed amused to yourself, he has bubbles for himself?

He looked confused at you, "feeling better?" Your face fell sullen again. "Get undressed," he said and pulled you off the seat. You pulled the dress off and the stockings. He picked them up and waited for you to take off the rest. You turned away from him and took off your underwear. You got into the water and sat down. He left with your clothes and came back with his own, a hoodie and some shorts. Sigh, no underwear. He was respectful when he came over to you, only looked at your face. Nothing else. He scrubbed you clean and gently rubbed shampoo into your hair.

You could've done it yourself but he insisted. He said he felt bad for letting you go. For letting them get to you. "I'm sorry this happened y/n." At least one person actually cares for you. He left so you can dry yourself and get dressed. After you did, you walked into his living room. Wandering around his place and found him in the kitchen. He had a pan of butter grilling, while he was cutting some freshly washed asparagus. "Hey, hope you like steak,' he said as you walked to his side. There was a plate of seasoned meat sitting next to the cutting board. "You're the whole package, huh. Everything a girl would hope for." He laughed softly, "hope she comes soon."

~~~

You had slept at his place that night, after having a full tummy and a movie night on his couch. You got to talking. "Tell me a lie that you've told yourself all your life." He asked while putting an arm on the couch behind your back. You smile softly, "that we can't be friends. I should've given you a chance a long time ago." You laid your head against his arm, your body still facing him. "So you don't hate me anymore?" You didn't want to admit it so you just smiled and looked down.

"Say you hate me, y/n." You glared at him, challenge in your eyes. "Say it," he curved his head and gave you a stern look. You tried to lose your smile but laughed when you said, "I hate you." His tone was playful. "Say it like you mean it." A smile crept up on your lips, "I can't."

You two were silent now. "I don't hate you Lee know. I guess your charm has finally won me over." He pulled your body close to his, "good. We can finally be friends now, best friends." Your eyes began to drop, heavy with sleep, "Yeah, I would like that." You fell asleep. And woke up in his bed.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said sitting up. You stretched out, looking down at his hoodie. Forgetting that you had it. "What time is it?" You mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Time to wake up," he said while grabbing his phone. "Look at this," he flashed a photo up at you, a picture of you lying on his chest. "Delete it," he shook his head. "It's my new wallpaper." You tackled him, attempting to snatch the phone out of his hand. You huffed once he shoved it into his bedside drawer. "Come here," he whispered and motioned to his lap. He pulled you over, and you laid onto him, straddling on him.

You set your head between the cradle of his neck and shoulder. Your arms resting around his neck. This feels nice. Comforting. "Thank you," you grazed your fingertips against his arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. "For what?" His chest flowed up and down, "for being here, with me." He hummed and traced his hand up your spine. "You're being so sweet all of a sudden." Your head slowly raised and your thumb lined his lips, "I'm just happy I have you." He looked at you suspiciously, "you want something don't you?"

Your eyes snapped up at him and he tilted his head in confusion. You smiled, he caught you, "feel like exploring?" He sighed and tried to look annoyed. He looked up at you with a soft look and stroked your cheek, "I didn't think you would want to do anything.. Aren't you tired?" You shook your head, you leaned forward to his neck. Removed his hands from your cheek and sprinkled kisses. He pulled back and you frowned, "I want you to do what I did for you the other day.. the stuff with my mouth?" His tongue rolled inside, along his cheek. He cheekily smiled, "You want me to do that to you?" You nodded your head and pouted.

"Aww, anything for you," he rolled you over onto your back. He pressed his lips against yours softly, igniting you. You pulled him to stay, gripping his sleeves. You moaned against his lips once you felt his hand pulling at your shorts. "I like seeing you in my clothes," he whispered against your lips. "I like being in them," you teased him back, "but I'd rather not have any on with you." He tilted his head once again in surprise. You took the opportunity to scatter your mouth against his neck. This time he cooperated. "You're becoming more and more like me."

You smiled against his neck and began to suck against the sensitive skin. He pulled away after a few seconds, he looked down at you, "oh so when you do it, it's okay?" You shrugged your shoulders, "you can do it to me if you want." He immediately got to action. He pressed his lips to your neck, you felt yourself flush. He sucking harshly and you winced softly, he kissed down your collarbones and lifted your shirt. Sucking on your breasts, it seemed it was letters of some sort.

He finally stopped after a while, he kissed your lips. "Ready?" You smiled and he crawled down your body. Your hands laid on your chest comfortably. Once his wet lips pressed against your inner thigh, you gasped. You almost closed your thighs in surprise. "Just relax for me, baby." You did and released the tension. He softly laid your legs onto his back. You could feel his hot breath on your core and it was driving you crazy. Finally, he set his lips onto you. Your hands crashed into his hair.

He kissed your clit softly causing your body to jolt. His eyes looked up at you, dark and sparkling. He looks perfect like this. You grab your phone from the bedside table, he put it there to you. A capture an array of pictures of him, "do I look pretty?" He asks and you nod your head. His tongue makes its way and pushes into you. The pressure building in your stomach. You set the phone down beside you. He attacked your clit again, sucking and kissing while his fingers entered inside you. It was too much, your body enjoyed it too much. You let go. Cracked.

You felt light headed, minutes, hours seemed to pass by in a second. "Holy shit, are you okay?" You nodded your head and a warm presence kissed your cheek. You cooled down and hugged his body close to yours. "Feel like going out tonight?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. "Yeah, but I want more." You said as you pulled the covers over you two.

~

"I have nothing to wear!" You cried out in your closet. "You have plenty of clothes, you just went shopping." You searched in the pile of clothes on your floor, "I don't know if I want to wear a skirt or a dress or pants." He sighed heavily, "it's gonna rain tonight." You frowned and picked up a pair of pants, better to be comfy than cold. "I'll would wear a revealing top to better the outfit. But someone decided to leave hickeys that say MINE on me." You pulled out a shirt and showed him it. He crossed his arms, "wear what you want. I can fight."

You hit him with the shirt, "there will be no fighting tonight. I want just want to chill and enjoy a beer." You pull the clothes on quickly and turn to him, shooting him a look that says 'how do I took?' "You look beautiful," he cringes immediately after the compliment leaves his lips and you giggle to yourself. "Wow, can't say anything nice without cringing."

~

The party was pretty boring. No fights. No arguments. Just what you wanted. Just a night to chill with some friends and your brother. Chan questioned you about where you were, "you were gone the whole night." You pushed him away, "like you're not gone for days at a time. I had a rough night and crashed at a friend's." He seemed to believe you and moved on. It was technically true. Lee know is your friend.. friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? Best friend? One of those.

You walked over to a group where Lee know was chatting with his buddies. They tried to tease him by lifting up his shirt but he quickly dodged their attempts. "Come on guys. You know he doesn't like anyone touching or seeing his scar," Chan scolded. Your eyes darted to Lee know. He doesn't? But he let you, he didn't care when you saw him, saw his scar. When you traced your fingers along it. "Whatever, I need a drink." He walked away from the group and he grazed along your arm for you to follow. You did, and immediately questioned him, "I didn't know you didn't like when people touch you there." He didn't answer for a while. "I don't." You whispered softly to him as he grabbed a cup. "But you let me."

"Isn't it obvious y/n?" He took a big gulp out of his cup, chugging it down. "What is?" He looked into your eyes, searching for something, something that you should already know the answer to. "Never mind," he shook his head off and began pouring himself another drink. "No, what? Tell me." You snatched the cup out of his hands and he almost pouted. He leaned against the table, "I'd only let you because... I have a soft spot for you, I think you know the reason why." You blinked heavily, "but I want you to tell me, not for me to just guess." You looked down at the beer in your hands and took a small sip, it's bitter.

"I'll tell you later," he grabbed the cup back from you and took a sip. "You either tell me now or never." You walked away from him, he followed behind and you went outside. To have an actual private conversation. Its raining. You stopped at the end of the driveway, next to your brother's car, and awaited his answer. His hands were in his pockets and he stared at the ground. Water dripping down his hair and body naughtily. "So?" He looked up and shook his head, you sighed heavily. "God, you're such a coward." He furrows his brows, "excuse me?"

"You're a fucking coward. You talk all this nonsense saying you're sure about yourself and you're really not. You're pathetic." He raised his tone, "fine you really want to know?" You stood, wet, the question was seeping into your skin.

"I love you y/n."

You blinked a thousand times again. You stepped back and shook your head in disbelief. Disappointment. You both agreed that your relationship wouldn't go past any feelings. "Is that so hard to believe?" He said since you weren't saying anything. "I thought we agreed no strings attached, that this would never turn into something." He groaned and his hands flew up into his face, rubbing against it crazily. "How could you have not known, y/n? All these years I've waited for you, tried to get your attention just so you would look at me, like me!" You swallowed down a build up in your throat, feeling a heavy feeling. "It's you, y/n. It's always been you. Why can't you see it?"

"I don't chase girls, I never have. I never wanted to. But I'm chasing you." You fist your hands into a ball. He tries to approach you but you push him away. "Don't push me away," he pleads. "I'd like to go home now." You said bluntly. His eyes saddened, glassy with tears. You walked to his car, the rain was pouring down even harder. You turned angrily at him. "Why? Why now? Why did you never tell me this!" He shakes his head, "I didn't know how to say it." He paused. "But it's true, I love you y/n. And I never want to stop saying it." Tears begin to mix with the rain pouring down your cheeks. "I have loved you ever since I have known you."

"You're fucked up, you're fucking everything up!" He nodded his head and walked in a different direction, past you. You chased after him. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." He stopped next to his car, "what is there to talk about? I know you don't like me." The feeling in your chest was heavy, you know what you have to do. What to say. You find the words in your heart, you know what you feel for him. "I love you." He stops. "You're actually stupid if you don't realize how much I love you," you add and smile.

You look into his eyes, his mesmerizing eyes. "But I have to make sure, that you really do love me-" "yes." He cuts you off so sure of himself, like it's as easy as breathing. "Yes, I love you y/n," he runs up to you and involves you into a kiss. It's sweet and soft, butter against your lips. "There's never gonna be anyone but you." You smile, a smile so big and genuine, you feel as if you're floating. It dawns on you, "my brother is going to kill me when he finds out." He laughs against your lips, "don't worry about that."

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi! Absolutely love your writing :) Would you be willing to do a enemies to lovers but with hero x villain? Maybe with like a controlling villain and the hero secretly likes it but is defiant externally? Sorry idk if that made sense lol

Thank you in advance though if you're able to!

"You can't just keep crashing my dates."

The villain glanced over their shoulder, raising an eyebrow in a mimicry of an emotion that didn't quite reach their eyes. "No?"

"No." The hero stalked closer, stopping in front of the villain, in time for them to turn. "I'm not yours."

"No?"

"No!" The hero's heart gave a little skip, at the possibility that the villain would then look at them and then say (in a growl, or devastatingly matter-of-fact, or in a teasing purr) 'yes, you are' or 'you're most certainly mine'. The villain had done it before.

The villain tilted their head, offering the hero one of the two glasses of wine they had just poured.

The hero took it, anticipating.

The villain didn't say anything, simply watching them as they took a steady sip.

The hero's face burned but they refused, stubbornly, to look away.

The villain set their glass down on the counter behind them. No rush.

The hero imagined the villain grabbing them, kissing them, as they had done before too. Twirling them, glass flying and wine sloshing, and pressing them up against the nearest flat surface. They would change every no to yes and please and more.

They both knew the routine, the dance of it. It didn't need saying.

"Your dates look increasingly like me," the villain murmured. "Have you noticed?" Their hands stayed, agonisingly, at their sides, as they leaned lazy against the counter.

The hero blinked, not expecting the comment. They took a sip of the wine instead of replying, hoping that perhaps an equally steady silence might come across as cool and mysterious instead of flabbergasted.

The villain smiled. "Say please."

"W-what?"

"Say please if you want me to screw your pretty brains out until you can't think straight."

The hero spluttered. "That's not - I'm not - that's not why I'm here." They undoubtedly would say please, but it had never been so close to the start, so when there wasn't any excuse they could possibly give for the desperate needing of it.

"No?"

"No." The hero swallowed.

"So you don't go on your little dates just to wind me up?" The villain finally straightened, taking a step closer.

The hero stepped back, but didn't run, didn't want to. Mesmerised. Their mouth felt very dry. "No." Such a lie.

The villain's smile grew. "You don't secretly wish I'd kiss you, claim you, in front of all of them?"

"No." The hero jutted their chin up. "I'm not a thing to be claimed."

The villain advanced; the hero back-tracked.

"You don't," the villain continued, a honeyed murmur, "say no, because you love all the ways I can persuade you. Because then you can pretend you don't want this. Because you like watching me take control of you."

The hero's back hit the wall. Miraculously, the wine didn't spill, still clutched uselessly in one hand.

"No."

"Mm." The villain set their palms on either side of the hero's shoulders, and the hero felt the very air between them might start vibrating with the urge to close the gap. "Perhaps I'll never crash one of your dates again then."

The thought was unbearable. The villain was bluffing, right? They had to be bluffing.

The hero wet their lips. The villain's gaze dropped to follow the movement, then flicked back up to the hero's eyes.

"You're a bastard," the hero whispered, because it was true and it wasn't no.

"Why yes," the villain's eyes gleamed, "I am." They waited.

The hero's stomach squirmed. "Are you actually going to make me say it?"

"I thought I didn't control you. I thought you weren't mine."

The hero shivered.

"So how could I," the villain leaned in to the hero's ear, still not quite touching, "possibly make you do anything?"

"...please."

"What was that, love?"

"I hate you."

"Do you?" The villain's lips finally pressed against their skin, kissing down their neck.

"Yes. So much." The hero's head fell back, offering more of their throat. The wine glass drooped in their hand.

"Don't spill on my floor."

The wine glass righted with titan concentration. There was nowhere to put it down.

The villain kissed them; soft, so soft, a promise of so much more to come.

"Would you like me to stop?" the villain asked against their lips.

"...no."

"No?"

"No."

The villain hummed and kissed them again, a little harder. The wine glass wobbled treacherously in the hero's hand once more. The hero's other hand clutched the villain's shoulder.

"I think we're done with the stage in our relationship where you pretend to date other people," the villain said, when they pulled back, breathless. They caught the hero's chin, and their stare was, for a moment, serious.

The hero scrambled past the kiss-drunk haze, brow furrowing. "It's actually bothering you?"

"No," the villain said, in the same tone that the hero said no, meaning yes.

"Okay." The hero leaned in to kiss them, just once, reassuring.

Tension eased out of the villain's shoulders. The wicked playfulness returned, and they shoved the hero back against the wall again. The next kiss was a consuming, hungry thing, and the hero could only chase after more than they were given, gasping.

The villain nipped the hero's neck, before giving a chiding click of their tongue. It once again sent an anticipatory shiver of delight down the hero's spine.

"Oh, would you look at that," the villain said, with soft and bewitching menace. "You spilled my wine. However shall I make you pay me back for that?"

"Make me?" The hero bit their lip. "You think you can make me do anything? Please."

The villain grinned.

There were no more dates with other people after that.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Helloo! Thought of a prompt, thought you could fulfil!

Stoic Hero doesn't like anyone knowing what they went through. Villain finds out anyway?

(So specific, Ikr?)

Most of the time, the villain tried not to act like a total idiot around the hero. It wasn't necessarily because they feared judgement. It was mostly the fact that despite all, they wanted to stay professional.

But looking back, this probably counted as idiotic behaviour.

"If you're mad at me, I can live with that," the villain said. Their eyes were on the hero in the hospital bed and slowly, it dawned on them that they themselves hadn't eaten in hours.

"You shouldn't be here," the hero croaked in response. With their black eye and their arm in a sling, they looked miserable enough to make the villain's stomach turn. Usually, the hero wasn't one to use many words and the villain had seldom actually argued with them but considering all circumstances, the villain was ready for a lecture.

Hospitals had always been a no on both sides. Identities being revealed and civilians getting involved was something both had agreed on to avoid.

But the villain had panicked. They had seen the blood and the broken bones. The hero hadn't responded.

Of course, they had called an ambulance. Of course, they had tried everything in their power to make sure the hero was alive.

"Honestly, if you're mad at me, that's fine. I understand. I just need you to know this wasn't on purpose. The medical staff isn't allowed to leak any personal information and nobody treated you any differently from other patients. It should be safe for you to be here."

The hero closed their eyes and leaned back against the mattress.

"Did anyone see you?"

"…I hid when the ambulance arrived. And then I showed up at the hospital and said we are dating.”

The hero let out a pathetic laugh.

It made the villain truly uncomfortable to see their nemesis like this. They barely moved, almost as if it was too painful to even lift a finger.

The exhaustion carved itself into the hero's face and their usually calm and perfect expression was similar to a tortured angel's.

The hero took in a deep breath.

"Why are you here?" they asked. Their voice was weak.

"I couldn't just...leave."

"Because we sleep with each other?"

The villain frowned. No, they didn't think it was because of that. If this had happened two months ago, they wouldn't have left either.

They wanted to take the hero's hand but they didn't find the courage.

"You've mentioned that a few times before and I'll say it again if you want me to: I don't care about you because you are good in bed. I care about you because I respect you and I think what you're doing is impressive."

"We are enemies," the hero reminded them.

"Enemies with benefits."

"You could have left after the ambulance arrived. You didn't have to stay and watch. You didn’t have to go to the hospital and say we are a couple," the hero argued and the villain came to the conclusion that the hero truly didn't comprehend how anyone could ever care about them.

It wasn't easy for the villain either; to accept that there was something between them, some unspoken thing that lingered in the air when they looked at each other.

Some horrible silent truth. Because, at the end, "I care about you because I respect you" was a horrible excuse for something that reached a little deeper.

Maybe that was also the reason as for why the villain was so satisfied after a night with the hero.

They couldn't imagine having someone else in their arms and if they were to find out that the hero had other lovers, the villain feared that would break them.

"It's okay that you are angry," the villain said. "I am just not sure if you are angry at me for staying or…?"

"No…no, I…I am not angry at you, it's just…I am scared of what we have." The hero's eyes found the villain's and to the villain's surprise, their serious hero let actual sadness go over their face. It looked like it didn't take much for their tears to drop.

The villain took their hand.

"What do you mean?"

"What if you use me?" the hero whispered. Their bottom lip was shaking. "What if this is a big act and you…you're trying to get information out of me or some day you will lock me up when I am asleep next to you and you will torture me and I will still love you and-"

"Listen, that is actually sick and cruel. I did do some questionable things in the past but nothing ever came close to that," the villain said. "Why would you even think I…?"

And then it dawned on the villain that it wasn't just a fear but a memory. Something the hero had experienced.

Why are you here? Because we sleep together?

The hero thought the only reason as for why the villain was here was because the villain didn't want to lose their fuck buddy.

Holy shit.

The villain could only guess what had happened to the hero in the past and how they'd been used by someone they had loved.

“Okay, please listen. I like what we have and…perhaps we could be more if you want to. I have never really been in a relationship before and I am too dumb to manipulate you. I…I don't really know what to say, I just…I am here. I am here because of you. I don't have any other motivation or desire right now. All I want is for you to be alright."

"I think I need time." They squeezed the villain's hand weakly.

"Take all the time you need," the villain said but they felt like throwing up after hearing all this.

They had thought the hero would curse them for bringing them to a hospital.

It turned out this was only the tip of the iceberg and the villain truly wasn't ready for the entire truth.

[verosikastrikerstellaexcuser]

Helluva Boss and its consistent dedication to portraying those who are financially disadvantaged or female as one dimensional bad guys

There is something so genuinely insidious to me in how HB treats financially or otherwise socially disadvantaged characters and makes them the bigots and villains of the show.

Striker is "just a bigot". The one who consistently recognizes and verbally calls out the sham that is the classism of their society, hes selected to be the bigoted character. The one who recognizes that imps are at the bottom despite farming everybody's food and who recognizes the higher classes fetishize them like toys, he's the problem. He's the villain that needs to be defeated.

Striker DOES exert toxic masculinity, no doubt. But toxic masculinity can often be the result of poverty. In my eyes, while they're not excused, it is easier to understand why working class men would believe in toxic masculinity (I say this as a feminist). Their living conditions mean either be masculine or you can't provide and you let down others relying on you. You don't survive, while the most masculine survive the best. Striker has likely learned that being better off relies on frequently exerting toxic masculinity and violence. Does the show humanize him and show this? No, it does not. Instead he is reduced to being a bigot that gets tormented with sex jokes against his will, "like he deserves".

You know maybe there could have even been a plot or something in which he gets hurt and needs to be cared for and he's treated kindly and that makes him realize the value of not always being hyper masculine. Or maybe we could even get to see how him being softer lead to someone he used to care about dying GASP. Oh wait, but they would never extend that kind of humanity or development towards him. Why? Because he antagonized Stolitz, he pointed out the fucked up things about it - an unforgivable crime. Send in the hounds sex jokes.

Striker being treated as just a joke ultimately weakens the writing as it would have been far more satisfying for him to be an antagonist with a point, that really challenges our leads and makes them think. But to do that he would have had to be taken seriously, and there's no way someone in the way of an mlm ship can be taken seriously in this show.

The only way a character can get away with antagonizing Stolitz without becoming one dimensional plot fodder with no humanization is if they're something like Fizz and Ozzie - aka a gay pairing in their own right (that also later make up with Stolitz anyway). It is so telling that out of all the antagonists we've had, Fizz and Ozzie were the first to be redeemed.

Now lets talk about Ozzie. Ozzie, who is a lord with boatloads of money and a sex toy production and club empire, is humanized and seen as a good guy. He is even contrasted by Mammon as "one of the good ones". I will admit I love Ozzie, he is fun. The show at least doesn't guilt you into seeing him as a poor victim like it does with Stolas. But what is it with HB consistently presenting wealthy rich men like they're not part of a larger system of oppression? Why does the show twist itself into knots to ignore their contributions to classism and the harm they do? Ozzie can threaten his worker imps and that's fine/understandable. Meanwhile the only way imps are worth having their own lives and stories explored seems to be if they're paired with one of these rich ruling class "good ones" men.

And aren't they cute, these imps and their ruling class lovers? Just don't think too hard about how, while Ozzie's love may be able to lift Fizz, one single imp, out of being lower class, the system as a whole is designed to keep imps down. If Fizz didn't have Ozzie then he'd still be exploited for profit by another member of the ruling class, he had to rely on a member of the oppressive class falling in love with him to save him - no no, don't think about that, focus on the cute gay!

Verosika is another notable example though I will only talk about her briefly as we don't know too much about her yet and she doesn't tie into the shows thing with those who are financially disadvantaged like Striker (and someone else I'm going to talk about after Verosika). Though Verosika hasn't been totally made into a one dimensional villain with the Ozzie's episode showing her sympathetically (for which I am very thankful), she also has barely been explored. Fizz has had so much time dedicated to showing us his own life. Practically more than Millie has gotten. I do understand he had a huge impact on Blitz's entire life and Blitz is the main character. However, Verosika is still a big chapter, and was wronged by Blitz due to his issues. She was hurt by that, which haunts him. And then she got screwed over again by him in Spring Broken with the bet. So now where is she? Why does Fizz get all extra stuff about the life hes now built for himself while Verosika only exists to be drama in Blitz's past? Oh, right. Verosika's a woman, not a man with a sexy bf. So while she can show up, shes never going to be explored outside of Blitz.

A lot of this strange standard of one dimensionalism being applied to characters depending on whether they either appeal to the shows weird mlm fetishization or gets in the way of it can also be seen with Stella. Stella's treatment is honestly appalling to me.

Just like Stolas, she was also trapped in an arranged marriage from childhood. She had to have sex she didn't want and had to get pregnant and produce a child with a man she didn't love. Except, its not just that. Everything that could be said about Stolas applies to her, and on top of that EVEN MORE does - due to her financial status.

Andrealphus states that now shes produced an heir, she "would get nothing" if Stolas died. So this basically confirms Stella has no real assets. Despite them both being forced into the arranged marriage, its Stolas that owns everything. Her home is Stolas', and without the marriage, she has no home. Now I'm sure there's a good chance she could go and live with Andrealphus or some other relative and would be allowed to do so. But is it really so crazy to still see that her situation is demeaning and awful? From what we can see in the show, the way the Goetia seem to operate is like how it used to be in olden times for women - men own everything. If you don't have a husband who gives to you, then you own nothing. So Stella is even more disadvantaged by the arranged marriage than Stolas is. The only reason she has her wealth and privilege is because she was married off to him and used as a tool. All of her assets belong to the men in her life and she never had any choice in it being that way because she was set up to be put in an arranged marriage with a man that would own everything from childhood.

And yet the show thinks instead of exploring how Stella feels about all that, given the very real world parallels to what women throughout history have faced, apparently it was more appropriate to make her one dimensional so that she could exist for the male characters. She sticks around to torture Stolas with no motivation beyond being hateful for seemingly no reason - because that's all her character got to be. Something for the show's obsession with Stolas torture porn, something to make us feel bad for him, so that Stolitz looks better. If she's a one dimensional abuser then that means we don't have to think about her lack of property ownership and how she was a victim of the arranged marriage even more so than Stolas was. Now we don't have to feel guilty when Stella is left with nothing to her name in the divorce, and she deserves being cheated on too! Yay! Phew! That saved us from thinking about a female character for more than five seconds and from being critical of our rich male fave, thank God!

This show refuses to humanize any characters that oppose Stolitz in any way, especially not if they're female. And its noticeable and obnoxious. The consistent way in which it makes its one dimensional bad guys impoverished or women while also churning out "one of the good ones" woobified rich men that benefit from hell's class system is. Well, its really fucking annoying and skeevy, in my eyes. It reveals that this show at its core is about its mlm pairings and nothing else - the class struggle stuff is there just to add flavour and drama to the mlm pairings. Women are powerful and accomplished but only so they can build and be used for the male characters stories. If you have all this time and all these resources to over and over again show another side to the guy who lauded Blitz's business over his head and said "Continually have fuck sessions with me or I'll end your business" then you can also bother to humanize impoverished imps fed up with the class system and women with no property rights trapped in arranged marriages.

[its-the-sa]

it is serious. the ship just comes off as nasty to me and i dont understand it

oh, then I'm sorry for being dismissive. I thought you were just a hater lol.

but in all seriousness, if a ship seems nasty to you, then a logical explanation of it is probably not going to change your mind. squicks are just gut reactions, so it doesn't really matter whether or not you understand the thing that squicks you. and that's ok! if the ship makes you uncomfortable, you should just block the rw regicide tag (or in my case you should probably just block me entirely lol )

but since you did ask sincerely, I'll at least try to explain why I ship it:

basically, I'm just a sucker for the 'enemies to lovers' trope and the 'villain redemption' trope. show me any two characters who fit both of those, and I'll probably ship it lol

I like villain redemption, because I like tragic villains. I like villains whose actions are inexcusable, but understandable. villains who lash out due to grief and end up doing horrible things in the throes of rage. and I like making them feel bad about it. I like villains who know they are monsters, who know they have done despicably evil things and truly hate themselves for it. and I like giving them a second chance. I like to see them feel remorse and turn away from evil and try to become better people.

and I like enemies to lovers because... well, for a lot of reasons that would probably take several thesis papers to unpack, lmao. but basically there's just something really intimate about two characters who can handle each other at their absolute worst, when no one else can. arti is like an unstoppable force of rage until she meets scav king, who is like an immovable object to her. he's willing to fight her and kill her as many times as he needs to, but he never strikes first, and he always gives her the chance to back down. and since he does have min aggression and max sympathy, I see him as the type of person who would easily forgive someone who is genuinely remorseful. he doesn't want to keep the cycle of violence and hatred going; whenever arti is ready to let go of her rage and stop the bloodshed, so is he. when she's ready to face the consequences of her actions and try to become a better person, he would rather support her than condemn her. he doesn't necessarily expect his people to forgive her, and he doesn't try to make excuses for her or downplay any of the harm she caused. i just think he could personally look at arti and find someone worth caring about underneath all the rage and hate, and in turn she could look at him and find someone she can trust enough to let all that hate go and admit she was wrong.

obviously, this type of relationship could never happen in real life (or if it did, it would be a fucking toxic disaster). but they're just characters, so their relationship doesnt have to be realistic, and I just want their story to have a happy ending I guess.

idk if any of this makes sense to you, but it's fine if not. you don't always have to understand why people like things that you don't like, it's ok to just block them for your own peace of mind. so if this ship still makes you uncomfortable, feel free to block me, I wouldn't take offense. stay safe and remember that fandom is for having fun , so dont stress out about it too much!

[korok-system]

Villains Don't Love

Warnings: Mentions to dissociation/derealization and heavy implications of a panic attack/anxiety/mental illness.

Fandom: MHA/BNHA.

Characters: Tomura Shigaraki.

Content: Written in 1st perspective, GN!Reader, SFW, Reader is apart of the LOV, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Comfort, Confession, Adult Reader, Tomura needs therapy.

Synopsis: Tomura is convinced that he is unworthy of ever experiencing love due to his youth and affiliation with AFO.

A/N: This was a drabble that I wrote a while ago, but I like how it turned out so I hope others enjoy it too. :) This is my first published story so please excuse any imperfections.

I loathe the approach we’ve contrived as a society.

I loathe that we, as a society, are provided a system where it is normalized to openly discriminate towards someone entirely on their quirk or the absence of one- Where children are being raised as a pig to slaughter and it is exclusively at the fault of the idealistic culture of ‘Heroes and Villains’.

The entire structure of this civilization bothers me… Because as I watch Tomura fidget with the deceased hand of his Father, I also watch how that ‘Hero and Villains’ concept brought failure and despair to someone who could have had his innocence conserved and his stability reunited.

 He paused abruptly, all fixation remained with the fragile hand within his possession, his silence just as deafening as it was terrifying.

Shigaraki’s incoherent agitation was left unceasing, every movement calculated and precise so as to avoid inflicting any more damage upon the delicate artifact.

“Would you like some help?” I offered silently, barely at a conversational volume, but enough to fill the void that had been separating us for the last 20 minutes.

The absence of his response could indicate a variety of things, either urging silence or motivating pursuit- And with so much unattended grey area it was difficult to dictate which of the two he desired. So, I rose from his bed with an unsettling feeling of prudence.

His hands, parched and flawed from years of villainous conduct, resumed their tentative ordeal as he examined the most minute details of his Father’s dead hand; concentrating balance with only three fingers- The other two, fore and middle finger, delayed any contact as Tomura raised the hand to his face.

“No, I’m fine.” The tone of his voice was enough to discard the topic to the confines of history, instead recalling another method of conversation to ease the unnerving tension circulating the two of us.

Shigaraki was situated at his desk, chair turned to face his desktop while his meagre body performed a rather gauche structure, hunched in a formation begging to conceal himself from view. I closed the distance with a mere step, and Tomura ceased his movements entirely.

As per usual… Shigaraki was overthinking. His confidence was a narrow road that branched off into even slimer alleyways. As sturdy as that narrow road was, there was always a branch that would fall and force you down one of those alleyways… Meaning, his descent into evergrowing subconscious doubt and anxiety was unavoidable.

“What are you doing?” Surprisingly, he had been the first to establish a conversation.

“Oh- I just…” My voice trailed into an empty silence- Thoughts caught in my mind without a method of expression, overflowing yet shoved underneath a heavy lid to block them within… Inert I stood, my brain crying at the lack of physical response to the situation I knew how to resolve; mouth clutching to the three words craving to be exempted.

 I love you.

“You just…What?” He inquired, patience running thin as he finally turned the chair around to grant him proper access to observation, his red eyes unblinking as they gazed beyond his Father’s fingers with the expectation of a response. 

Behind the hand, however, was a rather disparate version of perspective. One galvanized by a sickening feeling of culpability- He had reacted belatedly, somehow oblivious to what should have been the initial detail of notice. 

Whether clear or not, he hadn’t meant to come across as demeaning or harsh.

To put it simply, to retain someone’s inclining companionship was something of a foreign concept to Tomura; granted… He had shaped relationships with each of the League members, and in doing so had established a familial bond with each of them- But these efforts were left in vain.

Tomura appreciated each of them respectfully… Yet they were unable to provide that pivotal sense in his stomach, the one that churned in angst at the absence of the one thing he desired most in this world.

Deep down… Underneath that searing rage and that psychotic semblance of what remained from Shigaraki’s youth… Was a boy, Tenko Shimura.

And that boy begged for love.

All For One, his Master, would gift Tomura anything he desired in return for obedience and success- Fortune, dominance, power, destruction; it all lay firmly within his grasp whenever he so asked for it.

But despite this, powerful or not, AFO was unable to provide that warmth and tenderness left absent in Tomura’s life… Substituting that tenderness with vile hatred and malice, masking his craving for love with horrendous acts of violence and disregarding every friendly advance with hostility; berating them without a second of consideration. 

Love was a weak sorrow.

And yet all he wanted was to experience that tranquility.

Tomura had fallen into a desolate state of silence, his Father’s hand providing aid with obscuring the growing grimace tugging at his expression, heavily dissociated, eyes strawn to the computer screen though devoid of conscious thought about doing so.

He was in his bedroom, he was aware of that, but as his mind ran marathons it became more difficult to have that hold on reality.

Tomura thought that the warmth he suddenly felt was an incorporation of his imagination, like a sickening reminder of his loneliness and unloveable nature, a torterous choke of-

“Tomura…” A voice was all it took to separate him from his derealization.

That warmth… He was being… Hugged….?

“Tomura,” I recited. 

The mental restraint had left him frail and miserable, almost as though his mind had returned to that unstable mindset of an abused child; fearful and desperate for comfort. His body melted against mine, accepting my hug in a heap of emotion, not returning it physically yet clearly inviting its gesture.

"I'm here Tomura, it's okay."  

And in that instant the world merely ceased to halt… Offering whimsical time for him to truly accept the new affection.

“Y/N…” He fell silent the moment my name fell from his lips, as though in that instant his mind alerted him to panic, searching frantically for how best to continue.

I only smiled, and the air returned to a comfortable tune of silence.

“I love you,” 

And his eyes closed. 

The leader of the League Of Villains succumbed to a restful sleep in my arms. Finally at ease.

“I love you too, Tomura."

[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Alfons Sylvatica Ch.1

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Alfons Sylvatica. He was unscrupulous, unfaithful... a genuine nightmare of a man.

And today, like every other day, he managed to bewilder me and drive me crazy.

Alfons: "I seem to have found myself quite bored. So why don't we get married, Miss Robin?"

Kate & Elbert: "........................"

A strange silence filled the air as we rode back to the mansion on our way home from a mission.

Kate: "Excuse me?"

Elbert: "...Al?"

Alfons: "Oh my, you didn't hear me? I beg your pardon, I said, let's get married, Miss Kate."

(Apparently, I heard him right the first time.)

Kate: "Um... May I ask why?"

Alfons: "Crown's been busy with more missions than usual lately, have we not?"

Alfons: "And since no one will play with me, I fear I shall die of boredom."

Elbert: "Do you have some kine of sickness that you will die when you get too bored, Al?"

Alfons: "Yes, and it's a very serious case of it."

(There he goes again...)

Kate: "I'm not asking why you're bored. I'm asking why you suggested we get married."

Alfons: "Oh, then I apologize for my misunderstanding. The reason I asked you to marry me is because-"

Alfons: "-Well, well, will you look at that! We've arrived at the castle. How unfortunate, it seems that we're out of time."

Alfons: "I advise you ask the queen's aide for the rest of the story. Well, I should be going now. Farewell for now."

Kate: "H-hey, Alfons! Wait just one moment!"

Alfons hopped out of the carriage, his coat shining like raven feathers as it billowed behind him.

And before I knew it, he'd disappeared.

Kate: "...Why is he always so quick when he runs away?"

Elbert: "Hm? I don't know what's going on, but..."

Elbert: "Good luck."

==========

After Alfons left, I went to see Victor to solve the mystery.

Victor: "Ahaha. Alfons is so delightful and adorable!"

Victor laughed merrily and then explained the situation to me.

Victor: "We've been investigating a certain religious organization recently, and there have been multiple incidents of their followers disappearing."

Kate: "Disappearing? You mean..."

Victor: "Yes, we believe they've been killed."

William and Victor came across this information while they were investigating the organization, called "Amour".

The leader promised his followers eternal love, attracting couples to join... but they ended up being killed.

There was no doubt that he was somehow involved in their murders.

Victor: "We're fairly certain that the person in charge of the killings is the leader of the group."

Victor: "That's what we've found out so far, but we don't have absolute proof."

(Victor and William haven't been able to get close enough to make contact with the leader...)

Kate: "Is there a reason why you can't contact them directly?"

Victor: "Only couples who the leader has recognized as being in true love are admitted."

Victor: "And I hear that once admitted, couples have a wedding ceremony where they receive this blessing of eternal love."

Victor: "That's when the leader shows up, the one who we believe is behind all this."

I finally understood why Alfons asked me to get married.

Kate: "So in other words, we need to infiltrate the organization, pretend to be lovers, and have a wedding there."

Kate: "And our mission is to condemn the founder if we find out he's the one responsible."

Alfons: "Well done, Kate! You're so clever!"

Kate: "Alfons?!"

Victor: "Now, now, Alfons. I told you before you need to knock before you come in, remember?"

Alfons: "Oh, pardon me. And to think, I was raised to know better than that. I was being too careless."

Alfons: "Since we're the only ones from Crown who are free at the moment, I decided we should take the plunge, as it were."

Kate: "And I'm the only one who can play the role of your lover. That's why you asked me to marry you."

Victor: "Will you accept the mission, Kate?"

Alfons: "Yes, would you care to take my hand in marriage?"

When I saw the teasing look in Alfons's eyes, I couldn't help but square my shoulders and respond with confidence.

Kate: "I understand. I'll take on the mission, as Fairytale Keeper."

Alfons: "Heheh. That's the spirit. Now..."

Alfons: "Shall we be off, my dear?"

==========

A few hours, Alfons and I entered the church in order to infiltrate Amour.

...Masquerading as a loving couple, of course.

Alfons: "My darling and I met on a street corner."

Alfons: "The moment we passed by each other, we fell in love at first sight. And I just knew she was my soulmate! Isn't that right, my dear Kate?"

Kate: "Y-yes! We're crazy about each other!"

Alfons: "It didn't take long for us to become a couple at all. We just hopelessly threw ourselves into each other's arms."

(Alfons is always so full of it...)

(But he's the perfect person to be paired up with when we have to deceive someone for a mission.)

The followers, who were clad in white clothing, listened intently to Alfons's fabricated tale of our love story.

Follower: "We understand that you seek eternal love."

Follower: "However, only those who have been recognized as being truly in love will be permitted to get married here."

(Here it comes...)

We'd already assumed there would be some kind of test we had to undergo before being admitted.

(Probably some kind of questions to see how well we know each other or something.)

(We'll just have to try answering to the best of our abilities, even if we have to make stuff up.)

Kate: "What must we do to gain your acceptance?"

Follower: "Show us a loving kiss."

Kate: "...Oh."

Alfons: "That's all? We'll give you as many of those as you can stand to watch! Come here, my dear."

Alfons grabbed my waist with familiarity and pulled me close, tipping my chin up with his gloved fingers.

(We really have to kiss in front of all these people?!)

Alfons: "Heheh. Isn't it thrilling to kiss in front of an audience, Kate?"

Alfons: "I'm going to kiss you so passionately you'll go weak in the knees. Now, open your mouth for me."

(Open my mouth??? For what?!)

His face grew closer to mine, his lips just a breath away from mine-

Kate: "W-wait a minute!"

I blurted out before I could help it, only to immediately notice the followers' gazes trained intently on us...

Alfons: "...Pity."

==========

Alfons: "And now we have to do service work, courtesy of somebody."

Kate: "I'm so sorry..."

Alfons: "Luckily, we managed to fool them and get a second chance by telling them you're just painfully shy."

Kate: "I'm really, really sorry!"

Alfons: "Ahh, but refusing my kiss was so cruel. Poor, pitiful me..."

Kate: "Shh! The followers will hear you."

The followers became suspicious when I refused the kiss.

But we managed to convince them I was just shy, so they said we could do some service work while they observed us.

So here we were, with a pile of candy and a stack of papers.

Our job was to wrap all this candy for them to sell at the bazaar.

(We have to act like we're really a couple, so they'll accept us.)

Alfons: "By the way..."

Kate: "What?"

Alfons: "Why do you think people want to have weddings, anyway?"

End Ch.1

[vole-mon-amour]

3x10, a mix of everything, part 1

didn't expect it to happen that fast but HELL YEAH. there's nothing for Nathan to do next to Rupert. Rupert keeps switching his lovers like socks while his wife is still at home with their daughter. come on!! villain arc for Bex and Rebecca when? when is Rupert gonna get killed die and leave Bex all the money??? and then Bex and Rebecca become best friends and raise a daughter together?

Trent being the heart of the team? do you remember how it all started and how wary everyone was of him? do you? it warms my heart, but it warms it twice bc of the clear bond we see between Colin and Trent. like, older queer with younger queer, helping each other out and bonding. their friendship does things to me tbh. it's so very important and intimate and—

in other words, representation matters.

yaaay! also, Trent <3333 again, this warms my heart.

sometimes I really have no idea what this season is doing. i miss them being a dramedy, not a full on sitcom. i'm enjoying this season, but sometimes it's borderline too much. it's out of nowhere and it's not necessary at all.

besties unlocked <3 Trent is such a sunshine, I love him. the way he and Ted share a raised eyebrows look. there is something so wonderful happening between Ted and Trent from the moment they met. it's like they're connected and are being drawn to each other.

girl talk, especially when it involves middle aged men <3 Rebecca as their leader is really something. i love it.

I think Rebecca is being mean to the actual devil. also, why do iphone users love their matte screen cover? why not the regular one?

Trent is so in love with Ted, my goodness. that cute smile. Ted is so freaking oblivious, I need the show to do something about it. i need Ted to learn Trent is in love with him.

this is such a nice shot. something something, the idea of press taking pics of Nate's gf leaving. which at first I thought was kind of nice, but then she leaves with a suitcase and it looks like a breakup of some sort, so not that nice. hm. still, the shot is pretty.

this is such a nice look & I like her hair a lot, but my GOD, how do people wear those minies? it's beyond good and evil for me. shorts i can kinda understand, but skirts? that's... yeah, no.

there you go Jack's "me and Keeley are dating" without asking Keeley first if she wants to announce it and then Jack totally ghosting Keeley. *frustrated high pitched growl* I hate that plotline. if it's their way to push Keeley back towards Roy bc she will no longer be that busy so Roy can't come up with that excuse again, that's a very shitty thing to do. so far I don't see the bigger picture of this. they've been messing up Keeley's storyline this season just like that.

"the board" oh, fuck you, Jack. (in Grace Le Domas' voice) fucking rich people.

Dani crushing Van Damme's chips is such a dick move, ESPECIALLY since you're trashing the airplane!! you're not the one who's gonna have to clean it up, you asshole.

can somebody connect this parallel for me pls? it's just within my reach but it slips away.

sooo, Beard isn't getting out of a toxic relationship? gotta say, this plotline concerns me. idk where they're going with it and WHY in the first place. Beard deserves better & Jane needs some serious therapy.

#fired immediately

I'm here for Rebecca standing up for herself against Rupert. I hate that asshole so much.

I don't remember, have we seen Roy's sister before? it's so rare.

go fuck yourself. yes, i'm quick to jump to conclusions and violence.

Leslie is NOT having a good tea time this season. let him enjoy his tea 2k23! however, the fact that he knows every friend Rebecca has. some friendship between him and Rebecca developed along the way since s1.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

IM SORRY I ASK SO MANY MARVEL CROSSOVERS I JUST LOVE THEM.

Bakugou x spiderman reader who doesnt show his face :3

DONT APOLOGIZE, I LOVE THEM

AND I LOVE THIS UGH

𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲 𝔵 𝔪!𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯-𝔪𝔞𝔫 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Warnings: mentions of death, the reader is kinda an asshole at the end my bad, angst cause I got carried away

Let me start this off by saying that he did NOT mean to fall in love with you.

You had crashed into his room while handling a villain.

The villain of course decided to use Katsuki as a hostage, because he was just there, and your villains never seem to give you a break.

You saved him, thankfully.

You dropped him off at his house, quickly telling him to stay safe as you tried to run off and go change

"WAIT!"

You stopped, worried that the blonde angry guy had been hurt.

No, he just felt the need to go on a long rant about how you didn't save him and how he didn't need your help.

Not everyone in the city liked you exactly, but never once had you saved someone and get this as a response.

You found it entertaining for a moment

You kinda tuned out for the most part

Just more Spider-man slander, the usual that you had to deal with

Until he said

"So that's why you owe me!"

You raised a brow, your cartoonishly huge mask eyes following the movement, "I owe you? I think I repaid you by saving you."

The spikey man scoffed, "Yeah and you destroyed my house. And you were the reason why I was in danger in the first place. If you hadn't crashed into my house like a dumbass, we wouldn't be here!"

You stared at him

Was he being serious???

"So," he continued, "make it up to me by checking out my designs."

"Designs?"

"Yeah. I made...designs...for gadgets. They aren't for you, but I guess you could find them useful."

You did in fact check out his designs.

You soon learned that Katsuki Bakugou, the same man who cursed you out, was an absolute genius who had been designing gadgets for you in hopes you two could partner up some day (though he never would admit it).

You visited him regularly to test out his latest idea, web bombs.

You visited him so often that you often forgot that you were supposed to be a superhero, and he was supposed to be a civillian

You both had grown so close. Equals at this point because he did demand that he'd also become a vigilante.

He also demanded that he'd learn on his own and that he would surpass you.

Bakugou was insane, but you loved that about him.

You loved him in general, you soon realized.

And that was bad.

You couldn't do that.

Using his gadgets was bad enough, but to date him?

You'd be putting him in danger.

You tried to hide how you felt as much as you could.

And thankfully, Bakugou was more of a fighter than a lover, so he made things easier by not reciprocating.

At least that's what you thought.

Until Mr. Tough guy started blushing whenever you got too close.

God forbid you compliment him, then he curses you out.

Other than his embarrassed outbursts, you realized that he was...different around you

He didn't yell as much.

He was calm...it was weird.

You tried to ignore the signs, but you couldn't.

Not when you both had been sitting on his bedroom floor, fixing up a few pieces of equipment that had gotten damaged.

"Why won't you take it off?"

You nearly choked, "Excuse me?"

"The mask. Why won't you take it off? That shit can't be comfortable." He wasn't looking at you, instead focused on fidgeting with his tools. He tried to make it seem like he was fixing it, but he wasn't. You could tell.

"I don't get a date first? Jeez, chivalry really is dead."

"Shut up, I'm being serious." He finally looked at you, with those blood red eyes of his. "How come you won't show me your face?"

You frowned. You knew eventually this would be brought up, you just wished you could stall it a little longer.

"It's too dangerous. You know that, Bakugou-"

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki, damn it. Stop acting like we're just business partners or something! I know how you feel about me, so why won't you show me who you are?"

You froze in place.

So your worst fears had been true.

Bakugou Katsuki fell for you.

Just as you had fallen for him.

It was a shame that Spider-man couldn't afford to fall.

It was a shame that Spider-man had already promised his commitment to his city.

It was a shame that you had to promise your commitment to the city.

"It's not that simple." You set the tools down and stood up. "It's too dangerous."

"And coming to my house everyday isn't? I don't see you giving me a speech about how a villain could follow you here? My safety isn't what you're worried about!"

Perhaps he was right.

Maybe his safety was a scapegoat.

Something you could blame to avoid the underlying problems you had

But if there was anything you hated more than seeing Bakugou upset,

It would be to see Bakugou dead.

Dead like a past lover who you had stupidly thought you could protect.

"I'm sorry, Bakugou."

You turned around, heading to his window.

You opened it, pausing

You wanted to take it back

But you couldn't

You had to do what was right

Bakugou cursed you out.

That was fine

He had every right to

You'd rather him be mad at you than see him get hurt

So you left

And you hoped he'd forget everything the next time you'd need to get gadget updates.

[jweekgoji]

Ive had this idea of yandere!five kidnapping you and diego finding you and feeling like needs to save you. Idk why but its been in my head all week 😭

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, dark/yandere themes, some villain!Five mentions, Diego here is a good guy, the end of the story remains uncertain, Diego/Lila relationship, Lila/Reader&Diego/Reader just friends.

oh my! i really love ur idea!! just imagine...Five, who actually spent his whole life trying to save people he loves from any disaster and Diego, who's basically suffering from hero complex 24/7. two overprotective guys who will do anything to save you! but there are some differences... let's start with Five.

Number Five

Well, you didn't specify if Diego here yandere too, so I'll only describe Five as one.

So, I don't think Five has a hero complex. Yes, he practically gave up all his basic human needs just to finally make sure that these 6 assholes do not die, but he didn't do this because he considered his destiny to be a hero for them, he saw the death of loved ones. He literally has no other choice. And I don't think Five ever told them how he saved them in the end of season 2. He's fine and satisfied when all of them are safe and sound.

I think that he would kidnap you only if you are in great danger, for example, someone from the Commission, or maybe The Handler herself is interested in you, which is why one of her goals will be to harm you, to kill you and possibly torture you. Actually, do something that you 100% wouldn't like, and obviously Number Five wouldn't like it too.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, looking skeptical about all this weird story. A visible annoyance and displeasure on your face due to the fact that you were literally offered to forget about your career and personal life, it was not surprising when you began to refuse his offer.

After a moment, you began to laugh quietly, turning away from Five so that he wouldn't notice your silly reaction to his words. Does he even understand what that sounds like?

“Do you have any idea how serious I am right now?” Five says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What you're suggesting is not serious, Five,” you click your tongue. “What will I tell my friends? 'Excuse me, I have to pretend to be dead for God knows how long while I'm being chased by a space-time organization with a hundred highly dangerous assassins ready to kill me at any moment' ?”

“Why not?” he asks, it was obvious that he still didn't understand your main issue.

“Look, Five,” you sigh heavily. “I'm not even part of the Academy, you know? All these fights, escapes from one world to another...all of this stuff is not for me. Unlike you, I never lived as a hero, I'm just an ordinary person with boring problems.”

You rub your temples tiredly, trying to calm down, while there was a tense silence between you at this time. You didn't pay attention to how amazingly quiet Five was, perhaps you didn't notice because of how much you wanted to avoid conflict and not hurt his feelings at the same time.

“I wasn't a hero either,” he calmly replies to you, pausing a little, while he steps closer to you. “And I’m not sure I ever will be one.”

You turn your gaze to him, looking confused by his response, but you remain quiet, not sure what to say to that. Five comes up to you and just hugs you, pulling you closer to him.

“But if I get a guarantee that you'll be safe,” Five whispers softly in your ear, his grip on you tightens visibly. “Then I have no other choice then to be a villain.”

Number Two

And right after that, here we are, Diego appears on stage.

I don't think Five would tell anyone about you, because first of all, taking care of you is Number Five's private business, not Two's.

But the rest of the Umbrella Academy clearly knows of your existence, maybe just as one of Five's friends, maybe as a lover or just the person who somehow gets along really well with him, so it would be strange of Diego not to start worrying about your sudden disappear, since you were just a civilian with no superpowers.

And we all know that under the watchful eye of this lovable version of Batman nothing can escape.

Diego stared at Five, leaning back in his chair. It seems as if he is now going through that difficult period of his life at the Academy again, when Number Two played the role of an independent hero who always suspected everyone, only this time, he didn't know if his guesses were true.

Five seemed to be just ignores this man, too busy for now, while he makes some peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

“Are you going to stare at me like that all day?” Five asks.

“Where are they?” Diego spins his knife in one hand, narrowing his eyes, now he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he watches every single one Five's action.

“Since when do you care about their whereabouts?” Five barely noticeably frowns at the mere mention of it, but carefully hides his real emotions.

Diego suddenly stands up and quickly walks towards Five, grabbing his arm, stopping him from doing any further, having all of his attention.

“I know there's definitely something wrong here,” Number Two leans a little lower towards Five. “And I will-”

“Good luck,” Five scoffs, taking a tray of food before he quickly disappears from Diego's grasp, leaving the frustrated 'detective' all alone.

Let's be honest, I don't think anyone would be interested in your missing. Perhaps your family would have definitely applied for your search, and then Diego somehow found out about it, having old connections, but the Hargreeves rarely even worrying about each other, and even less about you.

You are very, very lucky that Diego will be the only one who is genuinely interested in finding you and helping you.

Diego has years of experience as a superhero who works alone, but it will be very difficult for him to find you by himself, so he would use the help of Lila in his heroic journey, because we are talking about Number Five, who have more intellect and experience than Diego.

Lila would be useful, given that she also worked for the Commission and may know all the habits they were taught there. Diego, on the other hand, was also worked some time on the Commission, even though not for too long, but he was definitely able to learn something there.

Lila coughs softly, trying to somehow brighten up this awkward silence between them.

“So, you really think shorty can do this?” the woman put her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to one side. “I mean, he’s really crazy, but not that much.”

The man only gestures for her to be quiet, these two tried to get to you as carefully as they can and without too much noise.

“I'm not sure, okay?” Diego hisses softly at her before continuing going forward, leaving Lila behind him despite her protests to go ahead with him. “Just believe me.”

Lila shrugs and runs up to Diego, now walking beside him.

“Yeah, I believe you and all,” she huffs, slightly puffing out her cheeks playfully. “But I don’t really like the idea of fighting this tiny bastard again.”

Number Two fell silent for a moment, when suddenly he stopped in front of the door, tugging at the handle, trying to open it.

“Come on, tough guy, use your power,” he hears the teasing voice of his companion from behind, and Diego quietly muttered something under his breath, but took this idea into account, and with a few strong kicks, he was able to open the previously locked door.

The door opened with a quiet creak, and your two rescuers slowly entered the room, quickly looking around, hoping to find and pick you up as soon as possible.

Luckily for them, you were there, but unconscious, wrapped warmly in the blankets that surrounds you. Diego quickly rushed to you, standing over your sleeping figure and began to shake your shoulders, trying to wake you up.

“Come on, come on, wake up,” he keeps repeating this over and over again until you sleepily open your eyes.

You were tired, still half awake, and unable to accurately process your surroundings. You blinked a few times, placing one hand on Diego's chest, slowly coming to your senses.

“Diego?” you say hesitantly, looking at Lila. “No-no, you shouldn't be here...You need to go now.”

“We didn't just make it this far and then leave you here,” you feel Lila's hand on your waist, trying to lift you up from bed.

You shook your head again, now panicking as the couple tried to drag you out of the room despite your weak protests and warnings about what might comes next if they wouldn't leave now.

The room lit up with blue light only for a second before your captor arrived with a new tray of food for you. Silence once again filled the room and all of you looked at each other, waiting for the next step.

The tray fell down with a loud crash, landing somewhere slightly away from you, making you flinch at the surprise and loud noise.

“What the hell is going on here?” Five says every word with anger, still standing in place, blocking the way and not letting anyone out.

Lila looks at Diego expectantly, to which the man leaves you in the arms of his companion, while he approaches Five..

“What you're doing is wrong, you literally kidnapped them against their will,” he points at you. “But you still have a chance to make things right, Five.”

Number Five grabs Diego by the collar, causing him to lean down.

“Listen to me carefully, you idiot. All I did was protect them until you break here and put them in danger, which was actually a really dumb decision,” Hargreeves continued to swear, but soon pushes Diego away from him and has already headed in your direction to pick you up, until this desperate poor man with a hero complex didn't stand in front of you.

“I don't want to fight you,” Diego says, practically begging but still standing his ground. This draws a disapproving reaction from Number Five, making him roll his eyes in annoyance.

“So do I.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hi! For the Valentine’s Day event, I’d like to request Black Mask x reader date night hcs. A romantic date with some spice.

His S/O was part of the Batfamily until she switched sides, and now she’s both his romantic partner and partner in crime. Maybe they go out somewhere he can show her off to other crime bosses and villains.

"Sworn Enemies to Sworn Lovers" Black Mask x F!S/O Date Night (Valentine's 2024 Event)

He'd be such a jerk about it. Not even mean, just cocky as hell. but hey, you're dating him. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: Suggestive, NSFW

It was the event for the rogues this year. A gala, held by the Penguin at the Ice Lounge. Valentines Day Event. The day before actual Valentine's for the sake of having the lounge open for civilian reservations Day of. Sort of a way for some rogues to hook up if they so pleased or just enjoy food and drink, if they didn't already have a partner. Penguin himself had a pretty thing hanging off his arm.

Roman had other plans, however. Most of the crowd there knew who you were. Granted, most of their experiences was you fighting alongside the Batman at one point or another. There had been rumors... Whispers, really, that you had switched sides from faithful costumed sidekick to slick criminal companion.

Your entrance alongside Black Mask, his hand along your hip, proved it all true. There were a few hushed laughs and murmurs. A member of the prestigious crime-fighting batfamily... Reduced to their level. How much did you know? Would you tell under torture or pressure? Other means? Roman's possessive grip and the gun on his hip gave everyone a curt and bold message: fuck off what's mine.

They'd all wonder- Was it the romance that tempted you? A falling out? Or a really hot fuck that twisted you about?

"You alright?" It was the first thing he said to you, a genuine tone to his graveled voice.

You took a drink from a nearby waiter and sipped with a smile, "Couldn't be better. I think some of them are slack-jawed."

He laughs, "They ain't seen anything yet." He couldn't help but give your ass a gentle pat as the two of you were approached by other rogues.

He'd whisper in your ear the whose who between conversations with other party goers. The ones you knew about but hadn't personally fought or only knew cursory information. Partly, it was an excuse to have his hot breath on your ear and a hand on the skin next to your neck. He'd kept his gloves off tonight, the warmth mingling on the surface. When he was feeling cute, he'd sneak several fingers under the shoulder strap of your dress.

A couple strong liquor drinks in and two hours of showing you off later he was leaning close to you against a wall, "Damn, I could take you in the bathroom and fuck you 'til you can't walk."

You teased, "Why don't you?"

"You wanna walk of shame out of here?" His body pressed against yours, "Fuck, you drive me crazy." He lost his balance for a moment, catching himself on the wall. Yet even in this hot and heavy moment, you put a hand to his mask and kissed his cheek.

"...You want to go home?" There it was. The kind person he'd met originally. The one who despite it all still believed in good endings, "I think they know I'm in the game now."

His head rested against your shoulder, "That's my good girl. You're good to me. I think I just... need some coffee. You still drive me crazy."

"Oh, I'll hold you to what you said... Later." Your nose scrunched as you laughed, pulling his body to yours in a hug. He murmured into your shoulder about how warm you were. You both stayed there for just a moment before you stepped off the wall to a waiter to get a coffee and sit down a moment.

All eyes were on you. Not only was this your grand entrance to the criminal world, it was yours as his partner. People needed to see your united front. That you held his hand and were willing to kill to protect you both. Under the table, his hand rested on yours... and could just feel the .38 special strapped to the garter against your thigh.

A bit of sobering up and this date night was going to get a little more private and a lot more intimate.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Is you're interested in requests right now what about the villian coming a cross the hero by chance when they're both out as civilians and hero is being harassed by an abusive ex and villain steps in?

If you're not taking requests right now or don't like this one sorry for bothering you >.<

“The problem is: they’re stalking me. They think we’re still together.” The hero rolled their eyes. “I can’t get rid of them and I can’t kill them. They’ve attacked me before and it’s easy to beat their ass. It’s just annoying at this point. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.”

The villain crossed their arms, smiling.

“Your taste in lovers is interesting.”

“Not the point,” the hero answered. “I need you to do something.”

“Why me?”

“You look scarier. Scars and all.” The hero pointed at one of them on the villain’s forearm but, honestly, the villain didn’t buy it.

Of course the hero could beat their ex’s ass and of course they could kill them. They could report them to the police, hell, the hero could even hire someone to assassinate them.

Something wasn’t adding up here. If the hero wanted them gone, they would be gone and they would not ask the villain for help.

“What do I get in return?” the villain asked, leaning forward. They stared down at the hero who didn’t look intimidated at all.

“Uhm…”

“I’m no benefactor,” the villain said. They looked over the hero’s shoulder and just like the hero had predicted, their ex was leaving the bakery. It was easy to spot them. As defender of the city, the hero had given a perfect description and as a trained killer, the villain had spotted them right away. Even though they didn’t want to admit this, they could understand the obsession someone might develop over the hero, they couldn’t understand the violence though.

Which was…ironic.

Exactly two minutes had gone by since the hero had stopped and begged the villain to help them. With scary preciseness, the ex had managed to spend those two minutes and not a single second more in that bakery. They looked easy enough to take down but the villain was aware that they were still in public. Causing a scene could reveal their identity, despite the crowded street.

Scanning the ex’s body with their eyes, they recognised physical weaknesses the villain could take advantage of. They couldn’t help but compare themselves to the hero’s ex. And yet, they couldn’t blame the hero for not being in love with a killer either. Brushing their own insecurities aside, the villain looked back at the hero.

Apparently, they read the villain’s gaze. The hero’s whole body seemingly sank in and they took a step back from the villain. It left them to ask themselves what would’ve happened if they hadn’t.

Was it a pride thing? Was their ex stronger than the hero and they didn’t want to admit it? No, ridiculous.

The ex didn’t look impressed when they came towards the two. Their gaze drifted to the hero, definitely toxic and totally pathetic, demanding answers but the hero only stared at the ground.

“Who are you?” the ex asked the villain. The latter’s brows knitted together.

“We’re having an affair.” The hero’s eyes widened and they stared at the villain, completely terrified. Quickly, the villain regretted their choice of words. Messing around with the hero’s ex was supposed to be fun but they were genuinely horrifying the hero. They had never seen the hero like this. Pale, eyes wide open, picking at their nails until they were bleeding.

Without thinking about it, they grabbed the hero’s arm gently and pulled them towards themselves.

“Excuse me?” the ex sneered. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m their lover,” the villain said. “You should go now.”

They could feel the poor hero shake against them and the villain realised they had fucked up. It was now or never. If the ex got away, the hero would pay for it.

“Babe, come with me,” they said and their gaze bored into the hero. “We’re going home.”

“Don’t be dumb now,” the villain warned. They saw how close the ex got, that they wanted to reach out and grab the hero. They scoffed, they were pissed and it only motivated the villain further.

“I told you, we’re going home,” they insisted but the villain felt the hero’s grip in their jacket. That’s all it is. It’s annoying.

The villain could only sigh as the ex reached out to grab their “lover.” The villain caught their wrist easily and pushed themselves in front of the hero, squeezing flesh, muscle and bone. Funnily, the ex tried to stay tough but the villain could see the façade cracking. They were in incredible pain but to outsiders it probably looked like an awkward handshake.

The villain leaned forward.

“I will find out what you did to them,” the villain whispered into the ex’s ear. “And I promise you will regret it.”

They pulled back, still holding the other’s wrist and smiled.

“I’m very pleased to meet you,” they purred. They put more strength into their grip. “Very pleased.”

They didn’t stop until the ex’s wrist made a horrible crack and from that day on, the hero stayed quite happily at the villain’s apartment.

[lizzychanstuffss]

Because I am feral for pre-game durge x Gortash cause villains in love that I don't actually have to roleplay is very fun for me to write about!

here are my headcanons for each of my Durges and their relationship with Gortash was.

Spoilers for the entirety of dark urge

Lilith x Gortash

Lilith has very low self esteem which stays a constant even when the game starts, yes this is because she sees herself as nothing but a monster. But oh boy Gortash came into the picture he started to compliment her and most likely told her "You know you aren't a monster they think you are" and she was so desperate to hear that from ANYONE that she ate it up

Like the whole plan to take over the sword coast and such was given to her by bhaal and she just figured "Okay I'll do it if it gets you off my back" and then Gortash most likely pitied her cause she didn't have anyone to talk to about stuff and just ended up opening up to Gortash and he probably felt bad that she was just kind of doing this so she could maybe have a normal life.

Lilith fully would sometimes use the excuse of "Gortash told me not to kill that person" so bhaal wouldn't punish her. It's not like bhaal is going to ruin the whole plan just cause Lilith is lying so she doesn't have to kill someone like that would be stupid.

After sometime of spending time together and just spending late nights talking and getting to know each other and several glasses of wine most likely or whatever other drinks. the two of them fuck and then Lilith confesses she feels quite deeply for the man, prompting Gortash to of course brush it off at first cause they're drunk.

After a while, though the two can no longer deny their feelings and start up a relationship they keep on the down low for the most part. Also keeping it on the down low in case things fall horribly apart either because of bhaal or some other reason they are both aware that this could go horribly wrong but it's something they both enjoy and don't want to let go of quite yet.

Of course it does go horribly wrong in a way neither could predict, and what makes it worse is Lilith was going to forsake the entire plan and just ask Gortash to marry her and run away. Now I like to imagine Orin hualed Lilith's body all the way to Gortash's office and then threw the corpse at him and Gortash heartbroken didn't know what to do so he tried his best to make it better and basically her corpse sent off to the colony in hopes that maybe one of the necromancers would raise her from the dead and well his wishes came true.

During this time that Lilith goes full feral he comes to visit her under the guise of just making sure things are going smoothly all the while just taking his time to mourn the loss of his lover. Now during this time I fully believe that Lilith had a note with a ring ready to give Gortash and he actually found it on Lilith's body and has kept it ever since.

Now onto the other pairing who is way more chill then Lilith is

Siliin(she/they) x Gortash

Siliin does have self-esteem issues but this is mainly whenever they get into the main game. Otherwise they just cant be bothered to look down on herself.

She concocted the plan by herself and started to put the plan into motion before realizing they needed help and then finding Gortash. Realizing the two of them work together well fully welcomed him into the fray soon after.

Siliin is more of a freak in actual weird fucked up ways then Lilith is and Siliin really isn't as disgusted by their urges as Lilith is. Like Siliin likes to indulge sometimes while Lilith will indulge but more out of habit then actually want to. Meanwhile Siliin they enjoy the fucked up shit, yeah you wanna eat this flesh off a corpse hell yeah brother they're all for it you go!

Now Siliin is not evil by any means, yeah she's fucked up in the brain but like she's not really going to go out of her way to be a bad person cause it just isn't what she feels like doing. Like besies the urges she has no real drive to do evil things.

Now Siliin also doesn't have a drive to really do good things either and therefore that's kind of why they work as a the dark urge cause they just do whatever is easiest and submitting to the urges is easier then fighting of course once they get into the game they actually do put in a little more effort.

Most of their lack comes from the fact they are constantly depressed about their life, but Gortash comes into the fray and suddenly they actually feel like they have a reason to keep on going. Like they don't know what it is about this guy that gives them the energy to keep going but she really likes it.

Like Siliin enjoys their late night talks and meetings and wine nights together. Eventually Siliin realizes that she has fallen for the guy, they don't really mind of course they just keep it to themselves for a while.

Until one day they are talking to someone and she gets asked what she thinks of Gortash and Siliin just gets really excited actually about getting to gush over her favorite person. Gortash overhears and realizes that Siliin might like him a little to much.

They two have a talk and Siliin admits to feelings right off the bat and Gortash accepts these feelings admitting he's been feeling the same and the two agree to start a courtship of sorts or as much of one as they can have.

They are having little dates and late-night walks together and sharing chaste kisses fairly wholesome stuff and then they go back to his home and they have some baller sex. Like full of passion and kisses and just all-around pretty good.

Then fast forward Siliin starts to just not care about the plan anymore and just wants to leave it all behind and run away with Gortash, now this time Siliin does end up telling Gortash the plan and he cant agree to it. They are to far in the plan for this to happen and this sends Siliin into a deeper depression than they already were making them an easy target for Orin.

Now Gortash doesn't visit Siliin like he did Lilith cause he cant bare to face her, cause he fully blames himself for the state Siliin has gotten in.

[ashpkat]

dude like.

as a fic writer and AVID fan of mgst stuff I constantly get the urge to just rewrite the whole Golden Tower. all of it. I have several pages of plot points and character changes and endings and whatever I'll randomly begin gargling at during classes

for example, take: mostly canon compliant up until the part Alex was supposed to show up as a fuckin. bitch. and then just don't have him show up.

instead why not invest some more into Anastasia's actual character cause we do NOT get as much from her as I wanted and that woman needs to go full mother rage mode??? maybe have HER be another obstacle, but not in a big final boss battle way. more in a. yeah it's a battle but it's more destabilizing to call than anything and he and Aaron fight n shit and call tries to get Aaron to maybe get a new body and Aaron just doesn't want that. he wants to pass on cause you can't reverse death.

or maybe not even that, there's so much material that you can trust and change to make a more believable solid damn ending

and maybe the golden Tower is just more character resolutions and tying up loose ends and facing everything that's come to a conclusion cleanly, giving call and Tamara space to move on and for the world to be kinder and man there's just SO MUCH that could have been changed. done better.

Alastair lives btw the man didn't deserve his ,,, Devouring (??). poor little mechanic lad.

these were so cracked up on the shot i don't even have my note pages with me but like I COULD SEE MYSELF REWRITING THIS AND AS THE ONLY STILL ACTIVE MGST TUMBLR AND AO3 I JUST NEED TO KNOW

do you see my vision. are we vision together. fix tower gold. it's possible we just need to human up and do it bro (I am talking to myself this is self motivation)

GHTFHHUJ. floor

oh boy this was a doozy to decipher through my sleep deprived brain. also i can’t believe i was referred to as the only active magisterium ao3 and tumblr that’s so depressing (assuming that’s what u were doing)

and yes. i see the vision. i like the idea that tgt could’ve been used less as a ‘Cramming Every Single Plot Line We Can Into 250 Pages’ book and more as a way to see character resolution. (like callmara. excuse me but thats a trauma bond when i see one. this is the piper/jason of the mgst fandom except one got a satisfying ending that made sense and the other was a shit show in order to for the mc to have a love interest. tamara didn’t deserve to have her character stripped from her in order to be a love interest. jasper didn’t deserve to have his character growth completely stunted. call was um. call turned into generic mc. Aaron shouldn’t have come back. sigh. love me some Tragic Lovers. calron enthusiast here. i could go on and on)

also aalstair did not deserve to get devoured his ass would NOT sacrifice himself for the magisterium 🤣🤣🤣 his son SURE but nah not the whole magisterium. he would’ve scooped up call and they would’ve changed their names and moved to cuba or some shit idk.

and as an avid anastasia fan / mgst villain enthusiast YES YES YES. i need more crazy mom ana. give me toxic boy mom eliza madden. we could do it. we could team up. team up of the century. avengers assemble idfk i’ve never watched a marvel movie

[serickswrites]

Heroes and Villains One Shots

Heroes and Villains

I'd like to think that's forever--Hero and Heroine discuss love

Married?--Hero and Heroine are married

Skirt--Hero and Lover's wardrobe discussion

Hate--TW: kidnapping; beating; drugging; enemy to caretaker (sort of), could probably argue this is yandere

Only For You--TW: temporary character death, blood and gore (mention)

I Don't Know Why--Hero and Villain are lovers

Sun--TW: major character injury, caretaker and whumpee

Heels--Villain's wardrobe

One Last Kiss--Love wants a kiss before Hero goes

Bed Time--Villain doesn't want to go to bed

Excuse--Villain lies to Supervillain

Fire--Villain's unrequited love

Water--TW: drowning; water torture; major character injury; unclear character status

Mad--Hero and Villain and work

Run--Civilian and Vigilante interact

Distracted--Villain and Supervillain in Lair

Witch--TW: injury; blood; mild depiction of gore

Beauty--Supervillain and Villain discuss beauty and brains

Caught--Sidekick goes to Villain

Smell--Hero feeds Villain

Fix--Villain breaks something

Collapse--Superhero fears for Hero

Sorry--TW: mcd; blood; death

Think--Hero, Villain, and Supervillain have a conversation

Friends--Villain thinks about friendship

Ice Cream--Villain tires of fighting

World--Sidekick is disheartened

Legend--Civilian stumbles upon Supervillain

Brightest Idea--Villain and Sidekick are out of ideas

Mess--Base is in a mess

Unknown--Civilian stumbles upon something

Destroy--Supervillian and Villain have a conversation

Pin--Villain bares it all

Shut Up--Hero is an anxious mess

Honey--Supervillain catches up to Hero

Mystery--Sidekick hasn't been using their powers

Participate--Hero refuses to participate

Weird--Mail time at Base

Naive--Villain laments

In Another Life--TW: blood, knife, stabbing

Miracle--TW: threats of death, implied future violence

Drunk--Hero and Villain get intoxicated

Rules--Hero and Other Hero talk

What it is--Hero and Villain have a bad day

Choice--Sidekick isn't a first choice

Meeting--Hero and Villain meet

Not going to happen--Sidekick wants to throw a party

Go There--Hero and Villain have relationship issues

Drama--Villain loves drama

Do It--Hero and Villain talk

Forget--Villain doesn't want to remember

Your Bad--Superhero lectures Hero

Funny--Right Hand is incompetent

Know That--Hero catches on to Sidekick

Be Real--Villain levels with Hero

Don't Like--Hero and Sidekick sneak into Lair

Please Kiss Me--Villain wants a kiss

Zoo--Supervillain needs a day off

Sure About It--Superhero catches Sidekick

I Got This--the smallest hero stands up

So Dramatic--Villain is very dramatic

Get You--Villain is weird

My Fault--Villain is blameless

Public--Hero finds Villain in public

Shut Up--Sidekick is loud

Stupid Face--Hero is self conscious

Joke--Villain cannot take a joke

Fool--Hero feels the fool

Secretiveness--Villain fears their secret will get out

Need--Hero feels unwanted

Messy--Lair is a mess

Go Home--Civilian just wants to go home

Not Allowed--Movie night is a bust

Dog--Villain misses their dog

Immortal sidekicks request--TW: referenced torture, referenced captivity, referenced emotional manipulation, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, hurt/aftermath

Hero is supposed to kill Villain request--TW: physical violence, blood, weapons, blade, betrayal

Swallow It--TW: captivity, restraints

Villain rescues Hero request--TW: restraints, captivity, blood, wounds, rescue

Whatever--Sidekick feels invincible

Real--Superhero belittles Hero

Screaming--Supervillain is angry

Bye Bye--TW: self-sacrifice, implied character death, blood, injury

5 croissant anon ask

Standing--Sidekick the eavesdropper

Supervillain toasts Superhero

Sick hero request--TW: infection, illness, hurt/comfort

Hero escape the hospital request--TW: injury, broken bones, hospital

Hero boasts--TW: emotional abuse

On the Floor--TW: gun, robbery, threats

Give Me a Kiss--Hero to the rescue

Awful Job--Villain is awful at their job

This is the End--TW: threat of death