#really living up to their name i guess but like

[missdynamighttt]

↳ ❝ FAT ASS LIKE HERS NEEDS A REAL MAN TO FUCK IT. ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ synopsis: in which, you get tangled up with your boyfriend's arrogant, infuriating, and devastatingly hot rival, katsuki bakugou and ended up fucking... one too many times.

starring: pro hero! katsuki bakugou x enemy's girlfriend! reader ⍣ ೋ

disclaimers!: cheating on yo shindo, cheating with katsuki bakugo, body worship, implied mentions of anal sex, oral sex (f! receiving, face riding), manhandling, penetrative / p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

note: usage of "sweetheart", "pretty", "pretty girl", "sweets", fem reader, implied plus size! reader, mean! katsuki, katsuki calls reader fat but not really (specifically, reader's ass), (hopefully) promoting body positivity. really thought this song gave katsuki vibes and havent seen a fic based off of it yet. reminds me of that montoya guy watching his girl fuck someone on camera lmao😭. time to give back to my community, hope you guys enjoy💜

╰┈➤ [katsuki bakugo was an asshole.] everyone knew that. and when it came to shindo yo, he was even worse. the two had never gotten along—never would. 

which was exactly why, when katsuki walked into the bar and spotted you, nursing a drink, frustration etched across your face, he couldn’t help but smirk.

it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. probably your boyfriend getting a little too damn close to another "friend" again. just like always. this wasn’t the first time, and knowing him, it wouldn’t be the last.

this was the kind of moment he lived for, a rare opportunity to get under shindo’s skin. sure, maybe katsuki didn’t hate shindo that much, but you? you were a different story.

he sauntered over, leaning an arm against the counter, eyes never leaving you. "rough night?"

you glanced up, instantly recognizing the pro hero standing beside you. with a sigh, you swirled your drink in its glass. “you could say that.”

“lemme guess... your idiot boyfriend givin’ you trouble again?”

“…something like that.”

“don’t know why you put up with him, honestly," he chuckled, the sound low and knowing. he tipped his drink toward you, watching your reaction carefully. "you deserve better than some asshole who doesn’t know how to appreciate you.”

your lips quirked, a mix of amusement and exasperation. “and you think you can appreciate me?”

katsuki had no shame, never did. so he grinned, a flicker of something dangerous in his crimson gaze.

"want me to show you, sweetheart?"

one thing led to another and soon enough— you were in his bed, limbs tangled, gasping his name, making sure you see the stars in the sky as he fucked the frustration right out of you.

and after that night, fucking you became katsuki's favorite way to piss shindo off.

you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly what this was. but did you care? not one damn bit. he had you in his bed more than your shitty boyfriend ever did. and yeah, maybe it started as a way to get under shindo’s skin, but somewhere along the way, it became something neither of you wanted to stop.

because katsuki? he was fucking obsessed with you.  

some nights, he’d pull you into his lap, hands splayed over your hips as he buried his face in your neck, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

“fuck, i missed you,” he groaned, voice thick with something dangerously close to vulnerability. his grip tighten, fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. “shouldn’t let you leave my bed, y’know that?”

you chuckled, tilting your head back as his lips trailed lower. “you’re never satisfied, huh?”

“so what?” he nipped at your skin, making you squeak. “i like my woman soft. more of you for me to grab.”

and grab he did. he was clingy in the worst way—always needing to have a hand on you, whether it was squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, or just absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh while you laid in bed together.

katsuki just loved how you felt in his hands.

then there are the nights when he'd lie with his head on your lap, letting you comb your fingers through his hair, one arm thrown lazily over his chest.

his eyes were shut, his expression relaxed, but every so often, his brows furrowed as he grumbled about his day.

like now.

“dumbass intern nearly blew up my whole damn office,” he muttered, eyes closed. “and kirishima kept laughin’ like it was the funniest shit he’d ever seen.”

you hummed, dragging your nails lightly over his scalp. “i mean… you do blow things up all the time. bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

his eyes cracked open, leveling you with a glare. “tch. ain’t funny.”

you bit back a smile. “a little funny.”

he exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t argue. he never really did when you played with his hair. it was his weakness, and he hated that you knew it.

your fingers trailed down to his jaw, tracing the sharp edge. he leaned into your touch instinctively, like it was second nature. and maybe it was.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” you murmured.

his eyes flickered open again, red irises locking onto yours. there was something unreadable in his gaze—something so raw and vulnerable.

“oi,” he muttered, shifting slightly, ears turning pink. “quit it.”

you grinned. “quit what?”

“saying dumb shit like that.”

“but it’s true.”

katsuki scowled, but the way he pressed his cheek into your palm gave him away. he huffed, eyes slipping shut again.

“…whatever.”

and he loved it. the times he's spent with you, whether he was fucking you or just talking about each other's day, he loved all of it. not just because it was a middle finger to shindo, but because katsuki got to have you all to himself. 

honestly? it stopped being about shindo a long time ago. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rub it in the bastard’s face.

"she was beggin’ me to keep goin’ last night," katsuki bragged, arm slung lazily around your waist, knowing full well that shindō was fuming. his hand drifted lower, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass. “bet you don’t even know how to handle all this ass, huh? shame. guess that’s why she keeps crawlin’ back to me.”

shindo clenched his jaw, knowing exactly what katsuki was implying. he knew. knew there was truth in katsuki’s words. knew that every time he and you argued, you’d disappear for a while, only to return looking a little too satisfied. "you really think you're some upgrade?"  

"she does. especially when she’s whining my name into the sheets.”  

"shut the fuck up, bakugo."  

katsuki barked a laugh, shameless and sharp. he was pissed, good. that was the reaction he wanted. but he wasn’t done yet.

“she’s a greedy lil’ thing, too. always wantin’ more," he grinned, eyes flicking over to him before locking back at yours. "but look at her. how could i say no? she looks so fuckin’ perfect under me."

your face burns, heat creeping up your neck before he scoffs and turns back to grilling your ex, like you weren’t just standing there, completely flustered.

"did she ever tell you how much she loves it when i grab these—" his fingers trailed down your side, giving a firm squeeze and earning a small yelp from you. "—and i slam my dick into her? fuck her real nice and deep? moans so pretty for me, too. you ever heard it?"

and if shindo so much as opened his mouth, katsuki would throw in another dig.

"nah. probably not. bet she asked you if it was in yet.”  

"well, she's all yours," shindo said, fists clenching, clearly seconds away from punching him. and katsuki lived for it.  

"yeah, figured you’d say that," katsuki taunted. "she’s been stress eatin’ too much to deal with a weak-ass like you."  

and then, just because he was an absolute bastard, he'd go in for the kill.

"fat ass like hers needs a real man to fuck it."  

shindo looked about ready to swing, but you pulled katsuki away before things got too messy.  you could still feel the heat of shindo’s rage burning through the air. it thrilled you more than it should have. 

but behind closed doors? the same man who ran his mouth would spend hours pressed against you, whispering things he’d never admit to anyone else.

"c’mere," katsuki grumbled, tugging you onto the bed after another long day of antagonizing your ex. his arms wrapped around your waist, face immediately pressing into your soft stomach.

he worshipped you—every inch, every soft curve, but nothing captivated him more than your stomach.

he was obsessed, utterly entranced. he’d bury his face against it, his hands kneaded your sides, gripping, squeezing—memorizing, pressing lazy kisses to every dip and curve. he held your body with a reverence that bordered on possessive, like he was terrified you’d slip away.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, nuzzling into you like he wanted to disappear into your skin. “love your body so goddamn much. s’perfect.”

you chuckled, threading your fingers through his hair. "thought you said i was stress-eating."  

"yeah, stress-eatin’ on my dick," he muttered, pressing kisses against your tummy. "he doesn’t deserve to see you like this. doesn’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you."

“then why do you still do it, hmm?”

he looked up at you, red eyes dark with something almost desperate as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

"tch, you know why i do that. pisses him off. makes him realize he ain't shit. ‘cause he ain't."  

you shivered at the heat of his lips against your skin, biting back a smile as you run your fingers through his hair. so that’s what this was about. "you sure you’re not just obsessed with him at this point?”

he scoffed against your stomach, his grip on your waist tightening. “the hell i am. only thing i’m obsessed with is you.”

it was the side of him no one else got to see— the way he nuzzled into you, the way he pressed his lips to your skin over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. he'd grumble if you tried to move, holding you tighter to keep you in bed, murmuring "stay here. wanna hold ya."  

he loved how soft you were, how warm—how no matter how much he grabbed, squeezed, or traced his fingers over you, it was never enough. he needed you. it was like he was drunk on the feel of you, the scent of you. and truthfully, he was.

"love this shit,” he admitted lowly, voice thick with something almost vulnerable. he nuzzled into your tummy again, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. "could live here."

you raised a brow, fighting back a grin as you looked down at him. “oh? you wanna live on my stomach now?”

“yes, baby,” he muttered almost desperately, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction while pressing another lingering kiss to your skin. “soft. warm. smells like you.”

you laughed, dragging your fingers through his hair. “so what, you’re gonna quit being a hero and move in here?”

he let out a gruff chuckle, turning his head to rest his cheek against you. “tch. would if i could. wouldn’t need a bed, a couch, nothin’. just this perfect spot.”

“oh yeah?” you hummed, tilting your head. “should i start charging you rent?”

he huffed against your skin. “tch. smartass.”

you giggled, brushing a thumb over the shell of his ear. “i mean, if you’re gonna move in, might as well contribute. utilities, groceries… maybe even a tummy tax.”

his red eyes flicked up at you, narrowing. “the fuck is a tummy tax?”

you grinned. “unlimited kisses. daily.”

he snorts, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “already payin’ for that, pretty."

and you laughed, because for all his big talk, katsuki bakugo adored you. as long as he had you, nothing else mattered.

and despite the way he ran his mouth, he never let you feel insecure. if he ever caught you looking at yourself too long in the mirror, he’d grab you and pull you onto the bed, hovering over you with that intense, fiery gaze.  

"the fuck are you thinkin’ about?" he’d demand, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing, leaving marks. "you’re mine. this body? all mine. and i fuckin’ love every inch of you. don’t ever fuckin’ doubt how much i want you."

and god, did he prove it.

he didn't just tolerate your body—he adored it. and thats why you found yourself looking down at him lying comfortably on his back, eyes dark with anticipation. he was waiting—no, expecting—you to sit on his face.

you shake your head, heat creeping up your neck. "i can just lay down, 'suki..."

katsuki scoffs, sitting up slightly, his hands already reaching for your thighs, clearly impatient. "tch. and deny me a great view? cut the crap and get up here, sweets."

you shake your head again. "i just- what if i’m too heavy?"

he lets out a sharp, exasperated scoff. "for who? me? well that’s rude."

"it’s not..." you hesitate for half a second, but that’s all the time he gives you. 

he yanks you down onto his face with a low growl, his mouth immediately sealing over your cunt. "stop stallin’ and just give me what i want..."

you hesitate, subtly hovering just above him instead of lowering yourself onto his face, holding onto the headboard for support. his eyes flick up to yours, and the second he realizes what you're doing, his expression darkens.

"the fuck do you think you’re doin’?" his grip on your thighs tightens, his voice a low, dangerous growl. 

“i don’t want to crush you—”

“are you fuckin’ serious?” his voice drips with pure offense, like you just insulted his entire existence. "you really think i can't handle you? think you're doin’ me a favor by holdin’ back?"

you try to protest, but he’s already yanking you down on his face, forcing you to sit properly. his growl vibrates against you as he buries his face between your thighs. the way he looked up at you—pissed off and starving—sent a shiver down your spine.

your face burned, heart pounding in your chest. "i just— i don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

katsuki let out a sharp laugh, the sound vibrating against your folds, lifting you by your hips to give him room to speak from time to time. 

"uncomfortable? sweetheart, the only thing makin’ me uncomfortable right now is you not sittin’ on my goddamn face like i told you to."

your lips parted in protest, but a startled moan escapes you as his tongue flicks over your clit, sharp and demanding. his grip on your thighs is punishing, locking you in place as he devours you with obscene hunger.

"katsuki—" you try to lift yourself, but his hands hold you firm.

"nah. shut up," he murmurs burying his tongue between your thighs without warning. a moan escapes you as he groans against your heat, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you firmly in place. 

"fuckin’ ridiculous," he mutters between licks, voice muffled. "ain’t takin’ this disrespect. you ain't doin’ me no favors by holdin’ back. told ya before— i want you—every fuckin’ inch of you." 

your breath hitches, and katsuki smirks like he knows he’s got you. his crimson eyes flicked up at you, glinting with mischief as he devoured the fuck out of your pretty little cunt, tongue glazed with his spit and your slick. 

"so don't you ever pull that hoverin’ shit again,” he warns, his tongue licking a broad stripe through your folds "or i swear to god, i'll make you sit here all fuckin' night—"

his words were cut off by the way he devoured you, lips and tongue working so hungrily that your legs nearly gave out then and there. his crimson eyes burned into you, daring you to try that shit again.

you whimper, thighs trembling, and he doubles down, tongue curling inside you before dragging back up to your clit, sucking just to hear you whine.

"fuck, baby," he groans against you, his voice thick with need. "taste so fuckin’ good."

your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on the soft strands, but it only spurs him on. his hands slide to your ass, forcing you to take everything he gave you. he’s lost in it, completely drowning in you, and he likes it. loves it. wants more. 

"you drive me fuckin’ insane," he murmured, sucking your clit into his mouth with a filthy slurp. "you’re too damn perfect, and it pisses me off."  

your fingers tightened around the headboard, thighs trembling around his head. “how is that my fault? you're the one who—"

katsuki let out a frustrated growl against your cunt, cutting you off before you could finish. without warning, he flattened his tongue and dragged a slow, deliberate lick through your folds, making you gasp.

"its your fucking fault," he went on like he couldn’t believe you had the audacity to act so damn innocent.

his lips brush against your pussy as your legs threatened to close around his head, but his grip was firm, keeping you spread open for him. "prancin’ around, bein’ so goddamn pretty. takin’ up space in my head. gettin’ under my fuckin' skin and you expect me to act normal?"

you tried to answer, but he didn’t give you the chance. a sharp suck on your clit had your head tipping back, a needy whine escaping before you could stop it. his tongue slid through your folds again, swirling around your clit, and the sudden sensation made you choke on your words.

"katsuki—"

"nah. told you to shut up." he cut you off, voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "if you're gonna talk, you can fuckin’ moan."

your noises only spurred him on. your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure pooled in your stomach. his tongue worked you over with precision, switching between sucking and licking until your hips were rolling into his face, chasing more. 

"that's it," he muttered, sucking your clit into his mouth again, hard, and the moan that tore from your throat was anything but coherent, fucking you with his tongue. "you wanna run your mouth? do it like this." 

you could barely form a response, your mind going blank as he sucked hard on your clit, his tongue relentless. the only thing that left your lips was a desperate, broken moan.

"fuckin' knew it," he groaned, his voice sending another wave of heat through your body. "knew you’d sound so fuckin' pretty when you just shut the fuck up while riding my face. could watch you like this all fuckin’ day."

you let out a shaky breath, barely able to focus as his tongue flicked over your clit again. katsuki pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, his lips slick and glistening with your arousal. his crimson eyes burned into you, half-lidded and desperate, but still sharp with command.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice thick with hunger. “touch yourself, pretty girl. play with those pretty tits for me.”

your breath caught in your throat, and you hesitated, already feeling overwhelmed by the way he was devouring you. but his grip tightened on your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh in warning.

“c’mon, sweets,” he rasped, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit before pulling back again. his eyes dragged up your body, the heat in them making you dizzy. “be a good girl and gimme a show, yeah?"

with trembling hands, you reached up, cupping your tits, teasing your own nipples the way you knew he liked. you kneaded them softly at first, rolling your thumbs over your nipples, but the second you pinched them, katsuki groaned, his eyes locked onto you like you were the only thing in existence.

“fuck yeah,” he muttered, running his tongue through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth again. “just like that, baby. play with those tits— keep puttin’ on a show for me while i eat this pretty little pussy.”

his tongue worked you over with hungry, unrelenting strokes, the obscene slurps and groans vibrating against you as he devoured you like a man starved.

you tugged at your nipples, your head falling back as pleasure rippled through you. your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around your nipples as the combination of your own hands on your body and his mouth wrecking you from below had your head spinning.

“katsuki—” you gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “i’m— i’m close.”

that was all it took. katsuki groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your cunt as his grip on your thighs tightened. his tongue worked even faster, flicking and circling your clit with devastating precision, like he needed you to fall apart for him or he'd die.

"yeah?" he rasped between licks, his voice thick and wrecked. "then fuckin’ give it to me, sweets. wanna feel you cum on my face."

he didn’t slow down, didn’t let up for even a second. his hands urged you down harder, forcing you to really sit on his face, and the pressure—his tongue, his mouth, the way he sucked on your clit—sent you careening straight into your orgasm.

your back arched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as pleasure crashed over you, white-hot and overwhelming. katsuki groaned against you like he felt it, like he was the one cumming, and he didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop devouring you, even as you trembled above him.

he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening with your slick as he sucked in a breath, eyes dark with hunger. he gave your thighs one last squeeze before gripping your waist.

“get up."

you blinked down at him, still trying to catch your breath. “what?”

“i said, get up,” he growled. "need to be inside you. now.”

you whined, shaking your head weakly. “katsuki, i just— i just came…”

“and?” he scoffed, sitting up slightly. “the fuck that got to do with me?”

before you could protest again, his strong arms moved, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing. a surprised yelp left your lips, but katsuki was already on top of you, pressing you into the mattress, his body burning hot against yours with his lips on yours.

"don't care if you just came," he muttered against your lips, biting down on your bottom one before sucking it into his mouth. "wanna feel you squeeze the cum outta me this time."

your head spun as he hovered over you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. his hands were everywhere—gripping, kneading—like he couldn’t stand being apart from you for even a second.

"katsuki—"

"shut up," he growled, shoving your legs open with his knee. "you think i’m lettin’ you off that easy? nah. you got one, and now i’m gettin’ mine.”

you gasped as his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them, his cock already hard and leaking against your folds. he positioned himself at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing insistently against you.

"look at you," he murmured, rubbing his throbbing tip through your slick folds. "all fuckin’ messy for me already."

you gasped, legs twitching from overstimulation. “i— i need a second—”

“the fuck you do,” he muttered, lining himself up with your entrance. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. you’re fine.”

and before you could say another word, he thrusted into you, stretching you open in one slow, deep stroke.

"don't care what the fuck you say," he rasps. "bein’ so fuckin’ sweet, it makes me wanna ruin you."

your hands scrambled against his shoulders, nails digging in as you let out a choked sob, overwhelmed, tears pricking at your eyes as he kept moving, his cock dragging against your already-sensitive walls. “k-katsuki—'s too much—”

he didn't stop. didn't even hesitate. he knew better. knew you. if it was really too much, if you truly couldn’t take it, you would’ve said the safe word. and since you hadn’t? that meant you loved this—loved how he was using you, pushing you past your limits, making you take every inch of him.

“yeah? then why’s this pussy still fuckin’ suckin’ me in, huh?” he leaned down, his mouth brushing against your ear. “you know what to say if you really wanted me to stop, sweets.”

you whimpered, blinking up at him, your face hot and damp with tears. your breath hitched when he rolled his hips deeper, making your back arch off the bed.

“you like it, don’t you?” he murmured, dragging his lips along your cheek, tasting the tears running down your face. his hands pinned your wrists down beside your head, locking you in place beneath him. “fuckin’ cryin’ and takin’ my dick so good anyway. knew you’d let me use this sweet little pussy however the fuck i wanted.”

your body shook with every thrust, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but the pleasure was so sharp and dizzying, that all you could do was moan through the tears. you sobbed, back arching, hands clutching at the sheets. it was too much, but it felt too good. 

 his thumb swiped at your tear-streaked cheek, his other hand pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling the way he stretched you open. 

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice husky as he fucked into you harder, deeper, making sure you felt every inch. “be good for me. just take it. let me use you, yeah?”

you could barely think, barely breathe, and yet you nodded. and that was all he needed before his grip on your hips tightened, his cock stretching you wide, and he really started fucking you.

his hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper inside you, groaning as your walls clenched around him, still fluttering. his hand came up to grip your jaw, tilting your head to make you look at him.

“look at you,” he murmured, taking in the sight of you, tears spilling down your cheeks, the way your lips trembled. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. cryin’ for me. takin’ me like a good fuckin’ girl, squeezin’ me so tight, shit—”

your body trembled beneath him, your sobs mixing with broken moans as he fucked into you relentlessly. your arms struggled against his grip, desperate to reach for him, but he only pressed you deeper into the mattress, keeping you pinned.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, tears slipping down your cheeks. “please—kiss me—”

he should’ve been satisfied with how wrecked you already were, with the way your body clenched around him so tight—but fuck, hearing you beg for his kisses?

that only made him worse.

“tch. still so fuckin’ needy, even when i’m ruining you.” 

his grip on your wrists loosens just enough for you to reach up. the second your hands touched him, you yanked him down, crashing your lips against his, desperate for the closeness, for the warmth of his mouth against yours.

katsuki groaned into the kiss, deep and hungry, swallowing your cries as he kissed you hard. his tongue pushes past your lips, claiming you just as much as his cock did. his thrusts didn’t slow, didn’t soften—if anything, he fucked you harder, like he wanted to ruin you completely.

“that what you needed, pretty girl?” he murmured against your lips, his breath heavy, your sobs melting into whimpers. “that why you’re cryin’? ‘cause you needed me to kiss you while i fuck you?”

you nodded frantically, another broken whimper slipping past your lips. “y-yeah—needed you—”

“yeah?” he smirked against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing you again—sloppier, deeper, making sure you’d never forget exactly who you belonged to.

his rhythm starts to stutter, hips snapping into you harder, sloppier, and you felt the way his body tensed, the way his grip on your hips turned bruising. he forced another helpless cry from you, and he groaned against your lips, drinking in every sound.

"fuck—fuck," katsuki whined, voice raw and desperate as he buried himself deep inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged, his lips brushing against your own as he lost himself in you. "you feel so goddamn good—s'fuckin’ tight, baby—"

you knew that tone—knew the way his voice cracked when he felt needy, when he was so fucking close to cumming. you loved when he got like this, when all his control slipped away and he was nothing but whiny, desperate need.

"katsuki—" you gasped, nails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "i'm—i'm close, i'm so close, wanna cum together—"

his grip tightened, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he snapped his hips into you, his pace turning desperate chasing both of your highs. "fuck, yeah? c'mon, baby— wanna feel you cum, wanna fuckin' feel you all over my cock—"

his next thrust sent you over, body locking up as the heat coiled tight in your belly and snapped all at once. your moan shattered into a cry as your whole body trembled, clenching around him so hard its about to break him.

“oh, fuck—” katsuki choked, eyes rolling back as he lost it completely, slamming into you one last time before burying himself into your warm, wet pussy. his whole body shook, breath stuttering as he spilled inside you, groaning out your name like a prayer.

he kept thrusting—shallow, drawn-out rolls of his hips, like he never wanted to stop feeling you, even as he came down from his high. his forehead pressed against yours again, his breath heavy, his body spent.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room were your ragged breaths, your bodies still tangled, clinging to each other as you both came down from your highs. katsuki was still holding you, his grip tight but no longer desperate—just grounding. 

then, with a deep exhale, katsuki finally pulled out, rolling onto his side and gathering you against his chest. his arms wrapped around you securely, his large hand rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back. you felt his eyes scan over you with something softer than before—something almost tender.

“you alright, sweets?”

you nodded, still catching your breath, but the way your body trembled slightly didn’t escape him. he scoffs, sitting up just enough to lean over and press soft kisses to your damp forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“liar,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. only warmth. “you cried, y’know.”

you let out a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. “you were relentless.”

he clicked his tongue, one of his hands finding the back of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair, the other resting on the small of your back, holding you close.

you melted into his chest, sighing against his skin. “you’re so warm…”

he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “duh. i’m literally made of explosions, dumbass.”

you lightly smacked his chest, making him chuckle. but his teasing quickly faded as he tilted your chin up, crimson eyes searching yours. his thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the last remnants of your overstimulated tears.

“seriously, though,” he murmured, quieter now. “you okay?”

your heart squeezed at how gentle he was being. how, despite how rough he could be, how demanding, he never once forgot to take care of you afterward. you leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm.

“i’m perfect,” you smiled sleepily. “because of you.”

“tch. sappy little shit," katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, looking away. his ears definitely got redder.  “you sure, though? i didn’t—y’know… go too hard?”

you hummed, tilting your head to press a lazy kiss to his jaw. “i'm fine, katsuki. i promise." 

he just huffed, shifting to grab a towel from the nightstand. “yeah, well, you better be. was holdin’ back just for you.”

you snorted. “that was you holding back?”

katsuki shot you a look but didn’t argue. instead, he started cleaning you up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. he was quiet as he worked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“…was it really okay?” his voice was quieter now, hesitant in a way he rarely was.

you cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the sharp line of his jaw. “yes. i’d tell you if it wasn’t, katsuki.”

his crimson eyes searched yours for a long moment before he finally exhaled, tension melting from his shoulders. “good.”

he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips, lingering there as if he never wanted to pull away.

“cause next time, i’m makin’ you cry even harder.”

you groaned, shoving his face away as he laughed, the sound deep and full of warmth. 

katsuki didn’t say anything for a moment after—just stared at you, his expression completely unguarded. no sharp smirks, no cocky grins—just raw, unfiltered devotion.

he stared at you like you’d just hung the damn moon. like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.  

you reached up to brush a few stray strands of hair from his forehead, and he caught your wrist midair, holding it for just a second before bringing it to his lips. the kiss he pressed against your palm was barely there, but it sent warmth blooming in your chest.

“you’re lookin’ at me funny,” you murmured, voice drowsy.

katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, but he didn’t look away. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you smiled lazily back at him. “like i just saved a bunch of kids from a burning building or something."

his smirk was faint, more of a ghost of amusement than anything. he pressing lazy kisses along your wrist, trailing them down to the inside of your palm. “you didn’t save a bunch of kids. you’re just—you. and i dunno what the hell i’d do without that."

your chest ached at the raw honesty in his voice, but before you could say anything, katsuki pulled you in even closer, pressing his face against your shoulder, like he was trying to hide.

“go to sleep,” he grumbled, voice muffled against your skin. “say any dumb shit about it, and i’ll smother you.”

you couldn’t help but smile as you curled against him, feeling the way his arms locked around you just a little tighter. “mhm. goodnight, katsuki.”

and then you smiled—sleepy, content, completely at ease in his arms.

katsuki stiffened. just for a second. just enough for you to feel the way his breath hitched, the way his hold on you tightened like he was trying to keep himself together.

fuck.

that damn smile. that look on your face. like he was your whole world. like you trusted him. like you loved him.

he clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly through his nose, like that would do anything to calm the way his heart was fucking pounding.

"goodnight." 

he was fucked. absolutely, completely, and hopelessly fucked.

because thats when katsuki bakugo realized he was in love with you. and he couldn't do anything about it.

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~ Unwilting Flower~ 🐉🌸

It's Valentine's Day. Your friends are giving each other flowers just for the heck of it, because if they're not going to celebrate it, who else would? You yourself are already committed, but real friends don't exclude anyone. So that means you're part of their celebration too.

And you could only guess what the exact thought process is going on in his head when your darling-- your Valentine Malleus Draconia's delightful smile turns into a deep scowl the moment he sees you carrying a bundle of assorted flora in your arms.

"Hmph. Wait for a moment."

He disappears without your confirmation. Why, is he jealous? You shrug and thought you'd just let him simmer down on his own-- you have nothing to feel guilty about. He knows your bonds with your friends are strictly platonic. If he feels jealous in any way, he could just join your merry band of flower giving, present something to everyone, and receive some himself.

... And then you arrive at your classroom for that hour... to a blossom of multicolored roses decorating your desk; as gaudy as a flower cake, with only a few inches of blank space left in the middle. As if the decorator only realized at the last second that you're supposed to be studying and not gardening.

You can't help but feel everyone's gaze on you throughout the entire lecture, naturally.

But that's not even the end of it. Random bursts of flower petals would shower on you when you enter a room. A student you don't know the name of would present you a bouquet of various knickknacks for seemingly no reason. (You note that they're all suspiciously wearing Diasomnia uniform.) And flowers start blooming at your feet when you accompany Grim to the field for his Spelldrive practice.

But the straw on the camel's back is when you go back home. Right there, in the dead center of your lounge, sitting pretty and sipping tea-- is the main culprit. Surrounded by what you would guess are thousands, and thousands, of roses.

Ever the pleasant look on his face, he smiles slowly at you with a clink of his teacup. "Did you like my little surprise for you?"

"Little--"

You have to remind yourself that this man has no common sense.

You refuse to sit next to him even as he discreetly pats the empty space on the couch. "Well, I appreciate it. It really made me feel the depth of your love for me--"

"The depth of my love? If you believe it so, then I must offer you more posthaste--"

"That's, that's exactly my reservation... I think you don't need to be this excessive. I mean," You gesture helplessly to the roses around you, "It'll make me sad when all of this wilts."

You see him surprised for a second. Does he finally understand? Did he get that the cleanup will be a huge pain? You live alone, and you're sure as hell Grim wouldn't be willing to help play janitor for an entire day.

"Then," he grins at you amusedly, as if you just asked if he knew how to spell his name, "If you wish to be reminded of my devotion to you every waking day, then it'll be child's play for me to ensure than not a single petal wilts for as long as you live."

No! Absolutely not!

"Hornton. I thought you'd have understood who I am at this point." You look away from him, a bit nervous to be rejecting his efforts when he looks so earnest in trying to win your approval. "You know I'd rather spend time with you. A little bit of wine and dine, maybe? Maybe watch a cheesy movie or two."

He pauses. Looks at you seriously. He seems to have caught on.

He stands up, and every blossom in the room-- every rose petal on the carpet and every vine that carefully lined the curtains, disappears with a sparkle. Devoid of the sudden fancy, only the bare homeliness of your dorm remains.

He doesn't walk to you, but he attracts your gaze anyway. "My apologies. I seemed to have focused on satisfying myself, rather than think of what would satisfy you."

You smile reassuringly. "It's alright. I know how hard you try."

It's you who finally approaches. You stop in front of him, then take his hands in yours. He returns the gesture by affectionately rubbing the tips of your fingers, and there you're reminded of how much heavier he can show love through little actions like this, compared with the pomp of public exhibitions.

You entwine your fingers together.

"But why the sudden display? Were you jealous?" You ask.

He urges you to sit down with him. "Jealous?"

"That our friends gave me flowers."

Our friends. The corners of his lips quirks up at that; in his eyes, it's the little considerate messages that you weave in your words that makes you stand out from everyone else.

"No. In fact I'm delighted that they appreciate you. It's just..."

"Just..?"

"... That I saw Schoenheit behind you, carrying a much larger bouquet than you were. I thought he did not deserve to be the most appreciated person in this place."

"... And so you... tried to one-up him by doing all that for me?"

He nods.

And you laugh.

"What's so amusing?"

He really doesn't realize how funny he is sometimes. You cover a hand to your mouth to try and slow down the giggles. "You're so unpredictable. I just can't correctly guess what goes on in your head."

"It's you who's unpredictable."

"Then that's good, isn't it? We have an eternity to try and decipher what each other's thinking." Your gaze roams; settling on his tea gone cold, "Then at the end of the world... we can reveal our answers and decide who got each other most accurately."

The crinkles on his brows slowly smoothen when he takes in your words. His hands unconsciously trail to the inside of his coat; toying with something as he wonders idly.

"... I have something for you." He says solemnly.

You stop giggling, but the smile remains on your face. "Don't tell me it's another Valentine's token. Maybe chocolate?"

He grins, but doesn't answer you. Instead, his hands wander to your jacket; fingers expertly pinning something on the lapel. Just above your left breast.

"A gift for you, but a promise to myself as well."

It's a brooch. Perhaps a bit more simple in design-- a tasteful black with a muted sheen of alexandrite-- definitely not themed around the gaudy red of Valentine's, but very distinctively him.

"May I always be the one closest to your heart, and though our bodies may decay before the end of time..."

You press his hands closer to your chest; determined not to let go as you finish his promise for him. For yourself.

"May this unwilting flower bear witness to the many promises we will make, and how we stayed true to all of them."

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{Paring: Sister’s Boyfriend Sunghoon x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, cheating, angst?? 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: You knew sleeping around with your sister’s boyfriend was so out of line, and nothing but sinful. But you just couldn’t resist temptations….

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names, creampie, multiple orgasms, sexting, nude sending, mutual masturbation, daddy kink, praise kink, reader is a brat and has little to no shame cheating with her older sister’s bf age gap reader is 21 and hoon is 28, ( I don’t condone this, very much fictional!), they fuck in his and her sister’s shared bed, reader lowkey has it out for her big sis if you really think about it… lmk if missed anything

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You sighed annoyingly, rolling your eyes as you listen to your mother bickering, about the time you dropped in last night. You’re a twenty one year old adult, who still has a curfew, whose mother monitors their spending, and to top it off you’re not allowed to have your room door locked. At first you didn’t mind still being at home, living rent free, only paying for things of your own, like your phone bill and other unnecessary expenses you spent your money drastically on.

But now you’ve reached your breaking point, you feel like you’re trapped and constantly being nagged at by your parents. When will they realize you weren’t a kid anymore, when will they realized you’re in charge of your life here. Well that obviously didn’t seem like anytime soon, being that your mother was chewing your head off right now, about you sneaking out to go to a party and coming home at 6 in the morning.

You weren’t the only child either, you have an older sister who to her luck, moved out as soon as she graduated from high school. at first she stayed in a dormitory with her two roommates, but now she currently has her own apartment, that she shares with her boyfriend Sunghoon of three years. You envy your older sister Raya so much, she’s always been the favorite of the family, whether it was receiving special treatment from your parents, to always being the more popular one.

You were truly the definition of the black sheep of the family, nobody ever expected much from you, never expecting you to achieve any goals or have any big plans in life. Yes you got into plenty in trouble back in high school, yes you been drinking since an underage kid, yes you puff puff that green plant stuff, but you still deserved to be loved and treated with respect.

Finally your mother dismissed you, telling you to go up to your room because she didn’t want to see your face anymore, you gladly did so stomping your way upstairs to your room. You slammed the door, your mother screaming at you from downstairs not to slam her door again, you rolled your eyes before plopping down on your bed. You stared blankly up at the white ceiling, picturing what life would be like, if you weren’t still tied down to your parents.

Just as you’re about to get deeper in thought, your phone rings, knocking you out of your train of focus. You looked at the screen, to see your Raya calling, it’s been a few days since you guys talk, being that she’s always busy at work. You sighed before picking up the call, placing it on speaker phone.

“What?” You said nonchalantly, you weren’t even going to hide that fact you were so annoyed.

“Oh wow! Is that the way you greet your big sister, that missed her little sister so much” Raya framed sadness, a dramatic gasp following after your words. You rolled your eyes once again, flipping over to now lay on your stomach.

“Let me guess, you and Mom got into it again?” She said knowingly, you sighed dramatically before stuffing your face in your pillow, letting out a very much needed scream.

“What do you think? God she’s so annoying, when will her and dad stop being so hard on me” You whined, sitting up straight again.

“When you finally move out, why do you think I made that my plan as soon as I graduated” Raya says, you could hear her typing on her computer at work, per usual.

“That’s because my mom and dad let you, they’ve always been more lenient on you than me anyways” You said, in fact you remember your parents helping Raya move her things inside her dormitory no problem. But now that you were in college, your mother always talks you out of moving in a dormitory, and saying it’s best and cheaper if you just stay at home.

“Hey now, they used to get on my ass about shit I did too” Raya said, you chuckled sarcastically to yourself, of course she would say some bogus shit like that.

“Yeah sure” You simply said, sighing once again, all you wanted was to enjoy your youth, but nope the odds were so against you.

“Well you know, I was thinking about something last night, and honestly I wouldn’t hate it if you move in with me and Sunghoon” Raya suddenly said, you sat up real fast at her words, was she being for real right now, or was she just fucking with you.

“Wait? Are you like dead serious, or are you trying to fuck with me?” You said in defense, not really believing her words, they just seemed too good to be true.

“Why would I be playing, you’re my little sister, and I know how it feels to feel trapped” Raya simply said, her typing on her computer halting. You stood in silence for a moment before replying back.

“But what about your boyfriend?” You inquired, you didn’t know much about Raya’s boyfriend, you just knew they met freshman year, started off as friends, now they’re happily dating. You’ve also only seen him once for thanksgiving, when Raya first brought him home to meet your parents.

“Oh Sunghoon? He’s perfectly fine with it, in fact he’s already offered to help you move your stuff in when time comes” She then begin to boast about how good of boyfriend Sunghoon is, and how lucky she is to be his girlfriend. You obviously tuned that shit out, just thankful you wouldn’t have to lug all your stuff by yourself.

“I accept your offer wholeheartedly, but you’re talking to mom about it, not me” You said, you couldn’t help but feel so thrilled to be finally moving out.

“𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹”

//

It’s now the next week, and it’s the day you move in with your sister and her boyfriend. You look around your half empty room with mixed emotions, some part of you will probably miss being at home, but you’re pretty sure once you realize how much freedom you have your emotions will change

Your dad is loading all your stuff on his pickup truck, and you’re saying your goodbyes to your childhood room for a while. Finally everything was packed up, and you were now on the way to your sister’s apartment. Raya had to work today, but she told you that Sunghoon had took the day off to help you move your stuff in.

You guys then pulled into the apartment complex, it was luxurious yet homey looking apartments, the neighborhood quiet and reserved. You hopped out of the truck, stretching your body, causing your crop top to ride up even higher. You walked up to the front door, knocking on it semi hard, but nobody answered. You knocked again but this time a lot more harder, and you finally heard Sunghoon’s muffled voice shouting that he was coming.

Finally the door opened, and you’re met with the sight of Sunghoon’s tall figure towering over you, he look like he had just woken up, his hair a mess and his eyes looked so sleepy. Your eyes trailed down his figure, he was dressed in a white muscle shirt, with gray sweatpants. You can’t remember if Sunghoon always been this fine and you just didn’t pay attention to him, or if he just had a major glow up.

“Crap I’m so sorry, I lost track of time, and fell asleep on the couch” He apologized, running his hands through his fluffy hair. You bit your lip, your eyes scanning his fit physique before waving him off, telling him it’s okay. He gave you a polite grin, before stepping aside to let you in, the apartment looked cozy and lived in, and a lot of the things inside the apartment screamed Raya.

Sunghoon went out to say hello to your father, also grab your stuff out of the trunk. Meanwhile you took a minute to look around the place, it was a pretty spacious apartment, and now you see why your sister had no problem letting you stay there. You came back out into the living room, watching as Sunghoon lugged all your stuff inside the apartment, he was now sweaty from the extreme hot weather and of course heavy lifting.

You tried not to make your stares obvious, watching his muscles tense and clench, every time he picked up a box and moved it to your now new bedroom. Finally all your things were now inside your new bedroom, and you were starting to unpack. You heard a soft knock on your room door, and you took out your AirPods, going to open the door.

“Hey uh, your sister wanted me to let you know she’s gonna be dropping in pretty late tonight, so just make yourself at home, I also ordered pizza” Sunghoon said softly and smiled at you, you felt a funny feeling in your stomach when he smiled at you like that, his pearly white fangs showing.

“Sounds good, thanks” You gave him a small smile, he was just about to close the door until you called out to him.

“Yeah?” He asked, making brief eye contact with you, his gaze was so intimidating, yet there was softness behind his eyes.

“Just wanted to say thank you for moving my stuff, and also allowing me to stay here with no problem” You said, giving him a friendly smile.

“Oh it’s no problem at all, plus you’re my girlfriend’s little sister of course I’ll be okay with it” He said, you had to fight the urge not to roll your eyes at his comment, of course he’s only doing all this because of Raya. You nodded before, going back to folding your clothes and filling your drawers.

Not long after, Sunghoon returned back to your door, knocking softly once again. You had just gotten out of the shower, your towel wrapped around your wet body. You smirked, before walking over to answer the door, not giving two fucks that you’re gonna be standing in front him half naked. Honestly some sick part of you was hoping he looks, maybe even you’ll drop your towel by “accident”.

“Yes?” You said softly, opening the door wide so he can see everything, Sunghoon eyes widened, before he quickly turned away, apologizing over and over again.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I-I just wanted to let you know the pizza was here” He stuttered, still covering his eyes. You had to fight back a giggle, your sister wasn’t lying when she said Sunghoon was respectful and loyal to her, but the dark side of you was determined to change that.

“Calm down it’s fine, I’m just in my towel, not like I’m fully naked” You said teasingly, smirking mischievously. Sunghoon cleared his throat before speaking again.

“Just come out whenever you’re ready” He said real fast, before rushing away from your door. You rolled your eyes and said “what a pussy” under your breath and went to go get dressed. You were dressed now, and honestly you were starving, you remembered you haven’t eaten anything this morning and your stomach was begging for food.

You were dressed in only a crop tank top, sleep shorts that was way too short to be considered appropriate, and on top of that, you weren’t wearing a bra your nipples peaking through the fabric. Sunghoon damn near had a heart attack when you walked out of your room, your tits bouncing around in your tank top as you walked, and your plump asscheeks were hanging out of your shorts.

He wanted to slap himself for secretly looking at you in that way, he instantly felt guilty, and decided it was best he ate dinner inside him and Raya’s bedroom.

“Mmm smells so good, your soft voice said, leaning against the counter top as you looked inside the boxes of pizza. The action caused your shirt to ride up, showing the bottom fat of your boobs.

Sunghoon felt suffocated and disgusted with himself, it wasn’t like you were doing this on purpose, he felt like such a pervert, what would his girlfriend think about him looking at her little sister in such an inappropriate manner.

Little did he know you were definitely doing this on purpose….

You watched as Sunghoon grabbed his plate and drink off the counter, before heading to their bedroom. You frowned at that, and folded your arms.

“Where are you going? Did you not want to eat with me or something?” You questioned, placing a slice a pizza on your plate, and grabbing a drink as well. Sunghoon turned to look at you, he was fighting the urge to let his eyes roam your body.

“No! Of course not, it’s just I’m a little tired so I was just gonna eat real quick then head to bed after” He nodded, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. You smirked at him, before walking slowly over to where he’s standing. Sunghoon could feel his heart rate picking up, his palms were growing sweaty, and suddenly the plate and drink he was holding felt ten times heavier.

“Oh come on don’t be like that hoonie, you could go to your room right after we eat together, promise I don’t bite unless you want me to” You said flirtatiously, looking up at him. Sunghoon felt his stomach drop, a twitch in his pants, and his throat felt dry.

“You’re right haha, sure let’s eat together, besides my mother always told me it’s not good to eat in the bedroom anyways” He smiled awkwardly before sitting at the dining table with you. He thought you would sit on the other side of the table but nope, you set right next to him, the spot where Raya usually sits when they have dinner.

You went on like normal though, munching on your food and paid little to no attention to him. That’s what he thought, what he didn’t know is that you were plotting your next move.

“So, what do you do for work hoonie?” You smiled innocently at him, but deep down there was not an innocent thought running through your head right now, as you stared at him, watching how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallows. Sunghoon fingers twitch as he held the cup, you had easily established this nickname for him, and on top of that, you’re looking at him with those fuck me eyes.

The least he expected was for his girlfriend’s little sister to be throwing herself at him, he also didn’t expect her to be this fucking sexy, he was in so much trouble now. He cleared his throat, before putting his cup down to answer.

“I’m into interior design, so I’m a home renovator, I actually helped design some of these pieces in our place like this table we’re sitting at” He smiled friendly, you sat and listened to Sunghoon speak passionately about his career, and you paid attention to every word he was saying. It was so attractive to see him geek about interior designs, and how fascinating it is to build things.

“Sorry I’m ranting, I just really enjoy what I do you know?” He chuckled awkwardly, biting his lip nervously. You grin softly, before placing your hand on his thigh under the table, he jumped at the sudden action, looking at you real quick. You didn’t say anything, but just stared at him with your lust filled eyes, hypnotizing him so dangerously. He managed to break out of your trance, standing up real quick and grabbing his plate and cup off the table.

“Well it was nice to have dinner together, I think I’m gonna head to bed now, I’m glad to have you here as well” He said, placing his dishes in the sink and headed to his room. Once he shut the door, he leaned his back against it, letting out huge breath he didn’t know he was holding. Were you always this flirty ? Were you being flirty? Or was he just being a perv? All those thoughts run through his head at once.

He looked down at his pants, and his cock was hard in his pants, he hoped to god you didn’t notice it. Would you tell on him, and call him a nasty pervert, or would you take care of the problem, show him a really good time. Sunghoon wouldn’t admit this out loud, but lately him and Raya’s sex life has been lacking, they both work a lot, and usually when she comes home she’s too tired to perform.

He can’t even count how many jerk off sessions he’s had in the shower lately, just like now, the warm water dripping down his body as he pumps his cock at a slow pace. He thinks about the last time him and Raya were intimate, he took her out for a romantic dinner date, and it ended with him plowing into her from behind.

He remembers good she felt that night, her tightness and warmth squeezing his cock. He cursed under his breath, picking up his pace as he lets his imagination run wild. Sunghoon tried his hardest not to think about you while he pumped his cock furiously, but the image popped in his head out of nowhere, your exposed legs, your plump asscheeks hanging out those little ass shorts.

“Ah fuck, S-shit so fucking hot” He groaned, smearing the sticky pre cum from his dripping slit, using it as a natural lube. He could feel himself getting dangerously close, as he fantasies about how much tighter and freakier you must be than your sister. He imagines how you would probably swallow all his cum, something Raya doesn’t do because she hates the taste of it, or how you would probably let him pull your hair and treat you like the slut you are.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum for you” He panted like a dog, his stomach tightened, and his cock twitched uncontrollably as he shoot thick spurts of white cum all over the shower tile walls. His body felt so weak and spent, as he leaned against the wall, chest heaving up and down from his very intense orgasm, he thinks that’s the hardest he’s ever came from masturbation.

Little does he know, in the next room you also touched yourself to the thought of him, squirting all over your sheets….

//

The next morning you woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon being cooked. You did your morning stretch, hopping out of your bed, and making your way to the dining room. Raya was preparing breakfast, her apron wrapped around her body, you let out a little yawn taking a seat at the dining table.

“Rise and shine sleepyhead, how’d you sleep last night?” Raya inquired, as she scrambled eggs in the pan. You yawned once again, your hair was up in a messy bun, and your body felt weak from the multiple orgasms you gave yourself last night

“I slept well, what time did you get home last night, you didn’t come say hi to me big head” smacked your teeth, rolling your eyes at her playfully.

“Girl I didn’t get home till midnight, and you were already asleep, so don’t do that” She pointed the spatula at you, playing like she we gonna hit you with it. You both continue to bicker, Sunghoon came out of the room, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning. He glanced over in your direction before walking into the kitchen, and bringing Raya in for a hug and a kiss.

“Good morning beautiful, breakfast smells fantastic as always” He smiled lovingly at her, pecking her lips with a soft kiss. You tasted the bitter taste on your tongue, as you watched their loving and intimate interaction. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at their bond they share, they both were so in sync with each other.

You couldn’t stand to watch them at like a lovey dovey couple, you had lost your appetite anyways. You stood up from the table a little hostile, as you started to make your way back to your room.

“I’m gonna skip breakfast, don’t wanna be late for class” You said with a tinge of annoyance, your eyes glanced at Sunghoon for a moment, before you went back into your room. Sunghoon could sense you were annoyed, but he didn’t know why, did he do something wrong, did you hear him last night in the shower?

“Don’t worry about her, she’s always been like this, sudden mood swings” Raya assured him, kissing him softly on his cheek, before going back to cooking.

//

It’s the end of the day, and you just finished all of your classes for today. Your friends asked if you wanted to go out with them tonight, and at first you weren’t going to go but you thought what the hell, might as well. The club was packed, sweaty bodies all over the place, and music blasting loud out of the speakers. You were having a great time, and it felt so good not to worry about coming home late tonight, or your parents nagging at you.

You were dancing with this guy now, he was handsome, average height and good with his words. You were tipsy, the liquor invading your system, as you rolled your body to the music. The guy whispered in your ear, asking if you wanted to get out of here, and of course you agreed, it’s been a while since you’ve had a good fuck.

You figured no one would be home, being that Raya and Sunghoon were both working. You and the guy which you don’t know by name, barely got into the apartment before your lips were on each other and hands touching each other’s body. You moaned into his mouth, as you both fell onto the couch, your lips smacking together hungrily.

What you didn’t know is that Sunghoon left early from work today, he wasn’t feeling all too well, so he decided he would come home early to rest. He was currently laying down In bed, when he heard the front door open, he figured it was Raya, since she usually got out of work at the this time. But he stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice, but not only your voice but the sound of a males voice as well.

His ears perk up, and he feels his heart pounding, as he listens to your moans and the gentleman’s groans that sounds throughout the apartment, he slowly got out of bed and cracked open the door. Nothing could have prepared him for the sinful sight he was seeing right now, you were on top of the guy, your body rocking back and forth, as you rode him like a pornstar.

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, swallowing hard as he held his breath not to make a sound, he knew he shouldn’t be watching you get fucked right now, it was creepy and total privacy invasion. But it’s like he was paralyzed, he couldn’t move from the spot at the door, as he watch you throw your head back in pleasure, your naked body on full display.

It’s like you sensed his presence, your eyes suddenly locking with his. His heart dropped when he realized you were staring back him, but your movements didn’t halt instead you continue to stare into his eyes as you rode another man’s dick, imagining it was Sunghoon’s dick instead.

You smirked mischievously at him, before winking at him, directing your attention back to the nameless man. Sunghoon finally came back to his senses, shutting the door quietly, he couldn’t believe what just happened and what the fuck he just witnessed.

//

The next morning Sunghoon woke up feeling like shit, his head felt heavy and his throat was killing him. He struggled to get out of bed, his body aching as he walked out of his bedroom to the kitchen. The house was quiet, meaning that nobody was home, he figured you were at school and of course Raya was at work. He was off today, so he decided he would have a lazy day, and just lounge around on the couch all day.

He was currently watching some random true crime documentary, when suddenly his phone pinged with a notification. He smiled to himself, thinking that it Raya checking up on him as he checked his messages. He frowned confused at the number that wasn’t saved in contacts, he hesitated to open the message being that he usually ignored unknown callers and messages.

He opened up the message and his jaw dropped, it was a picture of you standing in front of a dressing room mirror, clad in a pink lingerie set, the color bringing out your skin tone. The set hid little to nothing, the sheer see through fabric showing off the swell of your breast and ass. He quickly put his phone down, as if someone was going to appear out of nowhere and judge him.

*𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭*

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Do you think this color looks good on me hoonie? 😘

He now stared at the message blankly, he didn’t know if he should just leave you on seen, and mention nothing about it. Or if he should confront you, and let you know that what you were doing was not appropriate and disrespectful to him and your sister’s relationship.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: Y/n stop what you’re doing, this is very inappropriate….

𝐘𝐨𝐮: How am I being inappropriate? Just wanted your opinion on my outfit hoonie that’s all😌

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: You’re literally half naked in the picture Y/n, that’s not something you just send to your Sister’s boyfriend.

You: But don’t I look pretty tho🫶🏽?

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: Y/n! Please stop.

You: Oh please Sunghoon, don’t give me that shit I know you like it🙄, I see the way you look at me when Raya isn’t looking, just like last night when you shamelessly watched me get fucked hard by some random guy. Bet you wished that was you huh?🤭

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: Y/n…..

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Bet you’re hard as rock right now from looking at my picture, bet you wish you could be deep inside me right now😏

Sunghoon😍: ….

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Cat got your tongue? Bc you know I’m right, let’s face it hoonie you wanna fuck me and I wanna fuck you too. Let’s cut the shit and stop pretending🙄

Sunghoon😍: Fuck you drive me insane yk that?😩

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Do I baby? Do I make you wanna do bad things?😏

Sunghoon😍: Yeah…. really bad things😅

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Why don’t you act on it baby, why make it hard for yourself?🤭

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: Bc it’s not right…🤦‍♂️

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Could be our little secret, promise she would never know😉

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧😍: Idk Y/n🤦‍♂️

𝐘𝐨𝐮: Ugh you’re annoying🙄, hmu when you’re ready to come fuck this, promise I’ll change your life Park Sunghoon😉

//

It was later on in the day, and you finally got home from shopping all day with your friends. When you walked in the door, you were met with the nerve wracking sight of Raya and Sunghoon, lounging on the couch as they watched some movie together all cuddled up. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, mentally cursing them out in your mind. Sunghoon glanced at you, his ears turning red as he remembers the conversation you two had earlier.

You winked at him, before making your way to room, but before you could get halfway your sister called out to you.

“Hey your plate is in the microwave if you’re hungry” She said, snuggling her face into Sunghoon’s neck and leaving small kisses on it. You watched her actions with bitterness, responding back with just a kay before glaring at them one more time before you finally went into your room and shut the door.

You were binge watching scream movies, stuffing buttery popcorn in your mouth, as you were so engrossed into the tv. You grabbed the remote, turning the volume down lower, you thought you heard someone screaming and it definitely wasn’t coming from your tv. You listened again, and this you heard it more clearer, the moans coming your sister’s room.

You felt your blood boiling, your heart rate picking up, your eye twitching, as you listened to the pleasure sounds they were making. You scoffed annoyed, turning your tv on full blast and going back to watching your movie, popcorn abandoned because you’ve officially lost your appetite.

Sunghoon looked over at Raya’s naked sleeping figure, smiling at her lovingly as she sleeps peacefully. They had just had sex, and by the 2nd round he had put her to sleep. His throat felt dry and parched, so he hopped out of bed to grab a glass of water. It was 1 in the morning, and Sunghoon figured you would be sleep by now, so he didn’t bother to put his pants back on, his top bare with just his boxers on.

He opened the fridge, grabbing the glass pitcher and pouring himself a very needed glass of water. He chugged the clear liquid down, letting out a small “Ah” as he placed the cup on the counter. Suddenly your room door opened, and he panicked, trying to hurry his way into his room, but you quickly stopped him.

“Did you enjoy it? You said straightforward, grabbing a glass and pouring yourself some water as well.

“What?” Sunghoon said confused, you turned to look at him, your expression unreadable but also challenging at the same time.

“The sex, did you enjoy fucking her” You said in a bitter tone, taking a small sip of your water, as you glared at him. Sunghoon sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He said in defense, frowning at your sudden questions about him and your sister’s sex life. You chuckled sarcastically, smirking knowingly, as you made your way over to where he was standing.

“You know, I could do so much better than her, perform so much better than her, go more rounds than her, I’ll let you hit it all night until you get tired bae” You said seductively, running your long acrylics down his tone chest, causing a chill to run down his spine. He swallowed hard looking away from you, as you looked up at him, wanting no fuck that more like craving for a reaction out of him.

“Y/n come on, we can’t do this, it’s not the right thing to do” He said, his voice shaky as your hands roam his body, slowly inching down until you got to his v line. His breath hitched when you squeezes and massaged that area, he felt dick starting to twitch inside his boxers.

“Who said it has to be? In fact who gives a flying fuck, I want you hoonie so bad, I get so wet when I think about you when I’m all alone in my room, touching my pretty pussy to the thought of you” You purr, starting to leave little kisses on his abs and chest. Sunghoon slowly felt his willpower shutting down, as the softness of your plump lips on his skin was already so addicting, and the image of you playing with your pussy as you imagined it was his fingers instead turned him on like crazy.

He finally gave in, as he pulled you by the waist, smashing his lips onto yours, as he kissed you with hunger and fervor. Sunghoon moaned in your mouth, your lips were so fucking soft and taste so sweet, he was already addicted to kissing you. He picked you up, placing your body on the counter, as continued to kiss you, gripping on your ass in the process. You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around your neck, as you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

You two finally pulled away from the kiss, both panting and staring into each other’s eyes. He started to kiss you on your neck, his kisses trailing all the way down to your boob. He gently bit and sucked at the fatty flesh, causing you to let out a soft pleasured moan. Suddenly the sound of the room door popped open, and Sunghoon quickly moved away from you, running inside the laundry room to hide.

You quickly got off the counter, as adjusted your straps that had fallen down on your tank top. Raya came around the corner, rubbing her eyes that was still heavy was sleep, as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light. She gave you a weak smile, before grabbing a glass and pouring her some water.

“What are you doing still up?” She asked, taking a big sip of her water and leaning on the counter. You cleared your throat, before answering her question, trying not to make it obvious you were just eating her boyfriend’s face off.

“Can’t sleep, so I thought I’d just grab a snack” You nodded, grabbing your glass and drinking the rest of your water.

“Oh okay, well I’m going back to bed, night” She said, still half asleep. You waved her off and told her good night.

“You can come out now, you whispered yell at Sunghoon from outside the laundry room door. He slowly opened the door and stepped out of it, you grabbed him again kissing his lips one more time before you made your way back to your room, not forgetting to sway your hips back and forth seductively.

Sunghoon bit his lip, watching you walk away, leaving him wanting more and a throbbing ache between his legs, he was in too deep now….

//

The next morning you woke feeling giddy, you could still feel Sunghoon’s lips and hand on your body, replaying last night’s encounter over and over in your head. You’ve finally gotten a a little taste of him, fuck you wanted so much more, you wanted to feel him so deep inside you, you want to feel his weight on you as he makes you take what he gives you. You know you should feel like a bitch, lusting after your older sister’s boyfriend behind her back.

And you’ve tried to feel bad, you’ve tried to tell yourself that what you were doing was nothing but sinful. But you want him, you want him so bad that you’re willing to risk fucking up your relationship with your sister and losing her respect for you as a sister forever. You were determined to have Sunghoon inside of you tonight, you just have to have him and nobody is going to stop you from having him.

It was now the evening time, and Raya was still at work as usual, but Sunghoon was getting off of work soon. You were planning something very special tonight, you cooked him a nice home cooked meal, did your hair and makeup, plus you did end up buying that pink lingerie set and you couldn’t wait for him to see it on you in person.

Your ears perked up, and you smiled excitedly once you heard the sound of the key twisting the lock. The front door opened and there was Sunghoon, dressed professionally in a black suit, his sleeves rolled up and his hair was gelled back. You could feel yourself getting wet already, fuck he was so fucking sexy. Sunghoon looked at you wide eyed, not expecting you to be home yet and plus you cooked.

“Hey hoonie, how was work” You said flirtatiously, as you leaned against the counter, shamelessly staring at his physique in that suit, the suit perfectly outlined his slim waist.

“Oh hey Y/n, didn’t think you would be home yet” He gave you a friendly grin, taking off his shoes at the door, and dropping his bag on the couch, ugh he is such a man you thought.

“ i didn’t have classes today, are you hungry? I made you some dinner” You smiled, placing his plate on the table and pulling out a chair for him. Sunghoon looked at confused, raising his eyebrow at your actions.

“For me? Y-you cooked for me?” He stuttered, walking over to the table and looking at the dish on the plate, it was a pasta with shrimp and sausage in it, and it honestly looked fucking divine. He hadn’t eaten all day and he was currently starving like crazy.

“Yes I did, thought we could have dinner together, is that a problem or something” You looked him up and down, he quickly shook his head no, taking a seat at the dinner table.

“Of course not, just a little unexpected, didn’t know you could cook like this” He said, picking up the fork and tasting the pasta, humming at savory creamy taste, it tasted phenomenal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know I could do hoonie, but I’m gonna show you tonight” Yoj said seductively, coming from behind him and rubbing and massaging his shoulders. He tensed up at your sudden actions, halting his movements of the fork. You leaned down and started whispering naughty things in his ear, biting at the shell of his ear.

He fought back a moan, as you started to kiss on his neck, licking on his skin. Sunghoon got up from the chair, and suddenly picked you up off your feet, causing you to yelp and let a little giggle at his sudden motives. He didn’t even care to look at what room he was walking into, as he laid you on the bed, his body on top of you as he kisses you just like the previous night.

You both moan into each other’s mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you pulled him closer to you.

“Fuck you don’t know how bad I been holding back baby, but goddamnit I just can’t hold back anymore” He said breathless, kissing all over your chest and neck. You moaned softly, gripping the sheets, you needed him so badly.

“Then don’t, I want you Sunghoon, give it to me” You whined, pulling him back down to your lips, the kiss messy and intense. You could feel his heavy erection poking your thigh, and you couldn’t help but moan out loud, he feels so big.

“Let me take care of you hoonie, let me suck your cock” You said out of breath, Sunghoon nodded, stranding up from the bed. You quickly got up and pushed him on the bed, trading places with him as you dropped to your knees. You stared into his eyes as you unbuckled his slacks, throwing his belt to the side of the room. He helped you rid him of his bottoms, lifting his body from the bed.

You were now face to face with his hard cock, standing proudly, as precum leaked from the tip. You grabbed his shaft, he let out a deep groan when you came in contact with his cock, already feeling overwhelmed from the mere feeling of you holding his cock in your hands

“Fuck, your cock is big daddy, can’t wait for you to stuff me full of it” You moaned, starting to leave kitten licks on his tip. His body jolted forward, as he gripped the sheets tightly, his hips bucking up on their own. You smirked, now sucking on the tip, as you looked deep into his lust filled eyes.

“F-fuck Y/n, shit that feels so g-good ugh” He grunted, his hand going to hold your head in place but not pushing. You started to bob your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his throbbing dick constantly leaking precum inside your mouth.

“Shittt that’s it baby, take me deeper slut, since you been bagging to eat my dick, you gotta do it the right way” He smirked, his once shy and retrained self, now gone and replaced with his most dominant character. He grabbed ahold of your face, now fucking your mouth as you deep throat his cock. You gagged around his dick, causing him groan deeply, as he continues to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“Such a desperate slut, fucking throwing yourself at me like the shameless whore you are. Is that what you are? Are you a shameless whore?” You moaned around his cock, your panties were now soaked with your arousal, the fabric now transparent. He yanked you by your head, forcing you to look into his eyes, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth.

“Answer me bitch” He spat, gripping your face roughly, you moaned at the rough treatment, you loved when guys treated you like a rag doll.

“Yes daddy! I’m a shameless whore, I’m your shameless whore” You whined as he shoved his cock back down your throat, abusing your throat and fucking your mouth like a pussy. You could tell he was close to cumming, his cock twitching like crazy and his movements getting sloppy.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum, you gonna be a good little slut and take daddy’s cum down your throat?” He whined, not being able to hold back, shooting his load inside your mouth. He panted, his chest heaving up and down, as came down from his intense high. You swallowed all what he had to offer,sticking your tongue out and showing him.

He groaned at that, wiping the excess cum that’s on the corner of your mouth. You stripped out of your clothes, and so did Sunghoon, going back to kissing him passionately.

“Fuck I need you so bad hoonie” You whined desperately, pulling his body back down on the bed with you. He started to lick on your tits, sucking on your brown erect nipples. He started to rub your wet pussy, rubbing little circles around your clit. He slid his finger inside your pussy, licking and sucking on your pussy, as finger fucked your pussy at a fast pace.

It didn’t take you long to cum, your pussy squirting your essence everywhere on the sheets and his hands.

“You ready for me to fuck this slutty pussy baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, gonna take all my frustrations out on you for teasing me for so long” He moaned loudly, sliding inside your tight pussy. You let out a pained moan at the big stretch, his thick cock filling you up to the hilt, your pussy clenching hard around his dick.

“Fuuuck, tight fucking pussy, knew this pussy would be so good” He grunted, fucking into you deeply, you screamed out loud, as you clawed at his back, he was fucking you hard in missionary, remaining eye contact with you, as he destroyed your pussy.

“Oh shit! Oh fuck daddy you’re so fucking deep ugh too fucking deep” You cried out, your legs were dangling on his shoulders, as he fucked into you roughly. You felt you were being split in half, his big cock fucking your cervix.

“Shut up whore, you begged for me to fuck this tight wet cunt, so you’re going lay here like a good girl and get fucked hard” He grunted, fucking you so deeply into the mattress, the bed was creaking so loud that you’re pretty sure if Raya was to come home right now, she would know exactly what was going on in her bedroom.

“Oh my god hoonie, you feel so good, oh god you feel so good deep inside my pussy” You whined, clawing at his back again, as he hit that spot inside your gummy walls that make you feel all fuzzy.

“Yeah you like that baby, you like the way I’m beating this pussy up, so fucking wet and tight for me such a good fucking girl” He whined, plowing into your heat like it’s no tomorrow. You could feel the band your stomach getting ready to snap, that familiar tingling feeling in your stomach returning.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your cock” You screamed to top of your lungs, as you came hard around his dick, squirting and creaming all over him. He followed right behind you, letting out a guttural groan, as he painted your insides white. He collapsed on top of you, his body limp and spent, as he tried to catch his breath. You held onto him, your body feeling numb from ear ringing orgasm you just had.

You both laid there in silence, your heavy breathing was the only noise In the quiet room.

“𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬” Sunghoon said, looking deep into your eyes.

“𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭” You smiled mischievously.

The End….

A/n 😵‍💫 I’m so sorry this was so long, I kinda got carried away 😅 but omh yall y/n is such a menace like gurl!! But this was so hot plsss🤧🤧 pls don’t read if this plot makes you feel uncomfortable! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽 I didn’t proof read home girl😭

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Addictive Reading

Satan x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5,088 Warning: NSFW

Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to. 

You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”

Satan smiled softly at you before replying, “I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

From the moment you set foot inside the House of Lamentation, Satan had taken an interest in you. You were just a shy human who had her entire life turned upside down when you were randomly chosen to take part in the demon exchange program. He sympathized for you - he couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.

Sympathy.

Satan couldn’t remember ever having that feeling in his life before he met you. He read about it in his numerous fictional novels, but he never truly understood what it would feel like until he met you. In fact, the only feeling he had truly ever known was wrath. Then you came along and he was suddenly feeling things he never thought were possible. 

He didn’t introduce himself to you right away. He kept his distance and studied you, trying to understand what made you so special. He concluded that there had to be a logical reason as to why you had everyone fawning over you. But, the more he stayed away, the less he wanted to; and, eventually it was no longer an option.

You were in the library of RAD, searching for a book when you noticed Satan staring at you. You gave him a smile and he felt his heart skip a beat. Did you just smile at…him? His mind was telling him not to approach you, but his feet had a mission of their own. 

You noticed him standing next to you, and your smile returned to your face. “Oh, hey, you’re Satan, right?” you asked him. This was the first time the two of you were talking to each other despite you living in the House with him. Satan was taken aback by the way your voice sounded. He had heard you talking to his brothers; but, for some reason, it sounded so much sweeter when it was directed towards him.

He managed to nod his head in response and you continued to say, “I’m Y/N.” “I know,” Satan replied. A slight blush coated your cheeks as you told him, “Right. I guess everyone knows about the human exchange students.” 

“Especially when they live with you,” he added, making you laugh. It was a small laugh, nothing special. But it was like music to his ears, and he was determined to make you laugh again. “Are you looking for a book?” he asked, his attention turning towards the shelf you were standing in front of.

“Yeah, the Devildom has so many interesting books. They’re completely different from the human world’s,” you replied. “Really?” Satan asked, genuinely curious. He assumed the books between both realms would have been the same. 

He reached his hand up and pulled a book off the shelf, handing it to you. You took it and read the title, before flipping the book over and reading the small summary on the back. You were already invested just from the few sentences that were written there. “Thank you, I can’t wait to read it,” you told him, flashing him a smile that melted his heart.

You turned towards the librarian desk and started walking to go check out the book. Satan opened his mouth to say something - anything - to keep you talking to him for a while longer. But, you were already at the desk, talking to the librarian.

He watched with a bit of disappointment as she finished checking you out. If only he had thought of something else to say. Then, you turned towards him again and approached him. He immediately straightened as he watched you walk towards him, a glimmer in your eyes.

“Are you heading back to the House?” you asked. He had planned to stay and read for a bit, but this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss out on. 

“Yes,” he replied and your smile widened. “I have some human books there if you want to borrow them,” you offered and Satan’s eyes lit up. “Thank you,” he replied. You nodded your head and the two of you began walking back to the House together.

There was a bit of side talk, but nothing special. He wasn’t quite sure how to interact with you yet. The only interactions he had in his life were with demons. 

You got to the House and you led Satan up to your room. It was weird for him to be in there. His brothers adored the room, often spending their time in there with you. But, this was the first time he had ever set foot in there. You disappeared further into your room for a moment before returning to him with a book in your hands.

You offered it to him, telling him, “This is one of my favorites.” Satan took the book carefully, as if touching it the wrong way would cause it to spontaneously combust. He read the title, gently brushing his fingers over the words.

“I’ll go start reading it in the library right away,” he replied. “I was actually planning on reading for a bit too. Do you mind if I join you?” you asked him. You had always been interested in getting to know Satan, and you were hoping he wouldn’t turn you down. 

Satan looked at you in awe and confusion. This was the first time someone had ever asked to hang out with him, willingly. He took a moment to answer, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling right now. What it was that you were making him feel.

He noticed your once hopeful expression was turning into a dejected look the longer he took to reply and he quickly said, “I don’t mind.” A smile lit up your face once again at his words as you told him, “Great, let’s go.”

Satan followed you to the library, watching you every step of the way. You entered the expansive room and continued walking until you were facing the reading area where two chairs and a couch were set up. Satan sat down on the couch, knowing that you would undoubtedly go for one of the chairs. He got comfortable and began reading the book. 

However, he froze in his spot, his mind unable to focus as you sat down on the couch next to him. You focused your attention to your own book and Satan peered over his to look at you, his heart racing. You looked so alluring sitting next to him and reading. He wasn’t sure he would be able to get any reading done. Eventually though, he knew he would have to read or he would scare you off by spending the time just staring at you. 

So, he began reading the book you gave him, getting lost in the story the author portrayed. You had also gotten lost in the world of the book Satan gave you. Both of you were so invested in the literature that you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until Lucifer came storming into the library.

You both looked up from your books, Satan starting to feel angry that of all his brothers, Lucifer was the one who interrupted his time with you. “There you are,” Lucifer said softly, looking at you. You looked up at him slightly confused and Lucifer told you, “It’s past midnight.”

You and Satan looked at each other shocked as you looked at the clock in the library. How had you both lost track of time so easily. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” you replied, putting a bookmark in your book and getting up from the couch much to the dismay of Satan. 

You began walking out of the library when you turned to face him. “I’ll see you later,” you told Satan with a smile before heading to your room. Satan couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips at the idea of spending time with you again. 

Satan got to the library early the next day, hoping you would be there as well. However, after a bit of time had passed he had given up on the idea that you were going to show up. Why would you want to?

He was about to go read in his room instead when you came rushing through the doors. Satan’s features immediately brightened when he saw you. You actually came.

“Hi,” you greeted warmly, moving over to the couch and sitting down next to Satan again. “Hi,” he replied, sounding more confident this time. “How was your day?” you asked him and he looked surprised by the question. You seemed honestly interested in knowing. 

“It was good,” he replied. “Good,” you told him, flashing him a smile before opening your book and continuing to read. You two sat in silence for a while, your eyes scanning over the pages. Until suddenly you heard Satan mutter, “That can’t be.”

You tore your eyes away from your book to look up at the demon. You could tell by the look of the book about which part he had gotten to and a small smirk fell to your lips. It was one of your favorite parts. 

You continued reading and a little while later you let out a small gasp. One of your favorite characters had died and no one knew what happened. Satan raised an eyebrow at the sound you had made and you looked up at him.

“She’s dead,” you told him. He watched you as your eyes rescanned the page, softly biting on your bottom lip as thoughts began running rampant through your head. Satan let his eyes trail to your bottom lip, letting himself get distracted at the ideas of how he would bite it.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts before looking back at your eyes. He could tell your  head was spinning with theories. He smirked slightly before asking, “What are you thinking about?” “I’m trying to figure out who killed her,” you replied.

“Who? The book deems it a suicide,” Satan replied. “Yeah, but that doesn’t add up. I mean first of all, she was found in a location that she had no business being in. Not to mention, to get there, someone would have had to let her in. She had a phobia of guns and yet that’s the weapon that was used. And on top of all of that, she had no history of depression, and she had just gotten a huge promotion at her job that she’s been working towards for years,” you explained.

“So, you think she was murdered?” Satan questioned, his smirk growing even more. “Yes, and if I had to guess who did it, I would say it was the boyfriend,” you replied, your eyes returning to the pages. A look of adoration shone through Satan’s green eyes as he looked at you, knowing you were absolutely correct. He couldn’t wait for you to find out. 

He continued to read his book, stopping briefly every so often to clarify things with you about the human world that he was unfamiliar with. You were happy to share the information you had with him. Just as he was happy to do the same for you when it came to Devildom.

The night was drawing to a close and you were so close to finishing the book. You had to pay attention to the clock this time after promising Lucifer you would make sure to be in your room by curfew. You felt like you were racing against the clock to try and finish the book. Satan noticed what you were doing and couldn’t help but watch in amusement. He was curious if you would manage to pull it off. 

Your eyes read the last few words on the page and you smiled as you excitedly said, “I knew it!” Satan let out a small laugh as you closed the book, a small blush coating your cheeks. “Sorry,” you muttered. “Don’t be. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else who guessed it was a murder and guessed who did it. Well...anyone but me,” Satan replied.

You smiled and opened your mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly you realized the time. “Uh oh,” you whispered. “You should get back to your room,” Satan told you. You nodded your head and wished him a good night before heading off to your room, going to bed with a smile on your face.

Satan didn’t see you for the next few days and he was starting to worry that maybe you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore. He decided to read in his room for the night, not expecting you to show up at the library. 

He had just gotten comfortable when there was suddenly a knock on his door. He was slightly irritated, expecting it to be one of his brothers with an insignificant reason as to why they were interrupting his time. But, when he opened the door, he saw you standing there, holding something behind your back. 

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” you asked, your smile faltering just a bit. “Not at all,” he replied, surprised at how relieved he felt just to see you. “I got you a present,” you told him, holding out a book. Satan felt a whole new emotion rise up in him as he took the book from you and read the title. It was the second book to the one he had recommended you read. He had told you he never got the chance to read it himself. “They only had one copy, so I was wondering if you wanted to read it with me,” you said, a bit nervously, avoiding his gaze.

Satan smiled - a genuine smile - before his eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d love to,” he told you and your eyes finally met his. You took his hand in yours and his cheeks felt warm as you led him to the library. 

When you got there, Satan sat down on the couch and you sat down next to him. You had to sit very close so you could both read the book, but you tried to be respectful of his space. Satan was blushing, looking very flustered, but opened the book. 

You each began reading, your paces matching perfectly - as if you were meant to read together. Your reactions fed off of each other and you noticed yourself relaxing to Satan, your body pressing a bit further into him. 

Your movement made him pause for a moment, his heart racing at an unbelievable pace as you sat next to him. But, he noticed that, for some reason, being this close to you felt undeniably right.

It had gotten late and you had just finished a chapter so you suggested you go to bed and pick up tomorrow. You got up first and then Satan got up as well, marking the spot with a bookmark. “See you tomorrow!” you told him, chastely pressing your lips to his cheek before bounding off to your room.

Satan stood there, frozen in shock, before gently pressing his fingers to the spot where your lips had touched him. Had you meant to do that? It felt so natural. As if you had done it a thousand times. Satan tried to get his breathing under control as he went back to his room for the night.

The next day, you woke up with so much excitement to see Satan again. You couldn’t wait to continue the story. But, the other demon brothers had different plans. They had you go with them to run some errands. You weren’t super happy about it, but complied. You texted Satan to let him know you would be late and ran around town with the others.

When you got back to the House of Lamentation, you were exhausted but still intent on seeing Satan. You went to the library and smiled when you saw that he was there, reading a different book to pass time. 

“Hi,” you said, collapsing onto the couch next to him. He noticed your tired look and asked, “Are you okay?” You nodded your head before telling him, “Just tired. Your brothers wore me out today.” A slight frown formed as Satan suggested, “We could just pick the story up tomorrow, if you’d rather.”

You wanted to spend time with Satan so you quickly shook your head no. But, you doubted you would be able to keep up with his pace tonight. Suddenly, an idea came to your mind. “Would you read it to me?”

Satan was slightly taken aback by your question but agreed to it. You settled into his side, keeping your eyes on the book, even though he was reading the words out loud to you. He had one of his arms around you to properly hold the book.

He was in the middle of the sentence when suddenly, he forgot how to read. Or maybe he forgot how to speak. Because suddenly your head had fallen to his chest. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down and noticed you were fast asleep. Panic set in as he tried to figure out what he should do. Should he wake you? You looked so peaceful sleeping though. Would you be mad if he let you sleep on him? Surely not, right?

Satan set the book down and shifted a bit so you both sat more comfortably on the couch. Upon moving, you moved your arm to wrap around his torso as you nuzzled further into his chest. Satan was so thankful that you were asleep so that you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing or how nervous you made him. 

He was able to reach a nearby blanket and carefully draped it over you before letting his arms hold you. He decided that even if there was another war happening outside, he was not going to move from this position. Soon, he fell asleep as well.

You woke up the next morning, feeling something warm pressed against you. You fluttered your eyes open and noticed that it was Satan. You looked around and realized you had fallen asleep on him in the library. You blushed and moved slightly, waking him. “Good morning,” he mumbled, his deep, groggy voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Good morning,” you replied, moving to a sitting position. Satan immediately missed your warmth. He expected you to yell at him for not waking you up sooner, but instead you just smiled and asked him if he wanted to have breakfast with you. 

There was no school today so you had the whole day to yourselves. You had a nice breakfast together, surprised that the other brothers weren’t there. Then, Satan didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted to do before you were both making your way back to the library. 

You spent the next few hours reading the book, each of your own theories spinning in your head about who the murderer was. “It’s the spouse again,” Satan stated with confidence. You disagreed. “No, it’s the sister!” you argued. Satan looked borderline offended that you had proposed that idea. “Where did you even get that idea?” he asked. “The evidence is all over the book,” you replied. “No, it’s clear the spouse has struck yet again.”

“Fine, keep reading. I’ll prove you wrong,” you replied, a smirk on your face. Few had ever dared to challenge the Avatar of Wrath, and something about the way you challenged him made him all the more excited.

The two of you continued to read the book, grasping on to every word until you got to the last chapter. You sat closer to Satan, your attention completely on the book as the two of you read the ending. “So…,” he began. “It was the sister and the spouse,” you muttered. This was a turn of events. “So, we were both right,” he stated. A small pout formed on your lips. “I really wanted to prove you wrong,” you said, crossing your arms in disappointment.

Satan looked at your expression and couldn’t help but notice how adorable you looked right now. Without thinking, he gently rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip that was jutted out in mock sadness. Your heart stopped beating as it brushed over your lip. You stared at Satan in shock as tension filled the air between the two of you.

Satan blinked a couple of times before realizing what he just did. A blush immediately graced his cheeks as he pulled his hand away from you. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking anywhere but you. He didn’t even want to begin to think what you must think of him after that.

He moved to stand up, but you were quick to action. “Wait,” you said softly placing a hand on his arm, keeping him in his place. He looked at you in shock, waiting for you to say something; but, you had no words.

Instead, you leaned forward, placing your lips on his in a gentle kiss. Satan felt a wave of emotions. His mind began racing with thoughts as his body reacted to the kiss on its own. He had read about it before, but he never truly understood until now…this was…love.

As soon as he realized what the feeling was, he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more. He needed more. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling either side of him as he gently cupped your cheeks with his hands.

He pulled away for a moment, looking into your eyes. He silently asked if it was okay for the two of you to continue and you answered his question by reconnecting your lips. You settled your hips on him as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly. 

Satan let out a small gasp at the feeling and you took the opportunity to insert your tongue into his mouth, doing everything in your power to please Satan. This was all new to him. He never had someone he felt this way about.

He wrapped his own hand in your hair as he bit your lower lip - something he had been wanting to do since that day he saw you gently bringing it in between your own teeth. The once quiet and shy bookworm was now experiencing a new side of himself and you were loving it. 

He entangled his fingers into your hair even more, tugging on it enough to not hurt you but to jerk your head back, exposing your neck to him. He stared at it for a moment, admiring it, before placing sloppy kisses on it. He used his tongue to try and taste every inch of your neck before deciding on a slightly more dangerous option and he began sucking and biting the delicate skin.

You let out a small moan as he reached a particularly sensitive spot and Satan’s eyes widened. It was a simple moan - a taste of what was in store if the two of you continued. But it sent him over the edge.

He pulled away suddenly and you let out a small whimper, immediately missing the feeling of his lips. You dropped your head back down and made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with lust and excitement that only turned you on more. 

“Do you want to go to my room for the night?” he asked you simply. It was an innocent question, but it implied far less innocent actions. You nodded your head, immediately getting off of Satan. The two of you had smiles plastered on your face as he led you to his room.

As soon as the both of you were in, you shut the door and he pressed you up against it, no longer able to control his lust. He immediately began kissing you, but it wasn’t like before. These kisses were desperate - needy.

You pulled him close, deepening the kiss, before deciding to roll your hips against his. He let out a groan against your lips, the simple motion eliciting a surprising amount of pleasure. You helped him pull off his shirt and your hands immediately began exploring his chest and abdomen, appreciating how fit he was. 

You pushed him towards the bed and Satan sat down with you straddling him once again. This time, it was your turn to begin kissing down his neck, leaving your own love marks. Satan relished in the feeling of your lips on his skin; and, when he had enough, he flipped the two of you so that he was back in control. 

He quickly removed your shirt, taking a moment to fully take in your beauty before going back to his mission of pleasuring you. His hands reached behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as he unhooked your bra. 

Then his lips and hands were caressing every part of your chest. He wanted to mark you as his as much as possible, making sure to place a kiss on every part he marked. The feelings his mouth and hands gave you were something you had never felt before - and, it left you craving for more.

Your hips involuntarily rolled against his again and Satan let out a small chuckle. He was just happy you were wanting him as badly as he was wanting you. 

He carefully undid your pants before sliding them down, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Satan stroked the soft skin of your thighs before positioning himself in front of you. He bent down and began kissing and licking up the inner part of your thighs and you let out a few more moans, his mouth getting so close to where you wanted him more than anything. 

He placed another kiss on your mound, over the panties, and you were sure that at this point, they were ruined. “Satan,” you moaned out. You were tired of the teasing. You wanted him - all  of him. 

Satan’s heart stopped beating as you moaned out his name. It had to be his favorite sound he has ever heard. He quickly removed your panties before taking off his own pants and boxers. He kissed back up your body, his hands freely roaming, before he locked eyes with you - once again silently asking you a question. 

You gave him a small nod of your head and he kissed you passionately as he finally thrusted into you. His mind was clouded at the feeling of how tight you felt around him, and you were lost in the feeling of how good he felt inside you.

He slowly began moving, continuing to kiss you as he mumbled against your lips. You felt so fucking good. His thrusts became quicker and quicker as the room began filling with both of your moans. You gripped his back roughly, your nails threatening to leave scratch marks as you felt you yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. 

Satan intertwined your fingers with his as he knew you were close. You moaned out his name one more time and he pulled you close as he finally let himself release. You followed shortly after, the noise in the room being reduced to heavy pants as you both came down from your high.

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When Satan woke up the next morning, he was surprised to feel a warmth sleeping next to him. His eyes fluttered open and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw you there. Memories flashed through his mind of him marking you as his, and he would gladly do it over and over again.

His eyes trailed down from your face to your chest and he noticed that you were wearing his sweater. You must have put it on at some point during the night. 

He wanted to do something nice for you. Something to show you that you meant something to him. His mind went back to his books and he recalled how some significant others would cook their spouses breakfast to signify their night together.

Satan thought it was a good idea, so he snuck downstairs and did his best to recreate some of the human breakfast options he had read about. When he was satisfied with what he had made, he brought it upstairs to his room. 

He quietly entered the room and set the tray on the bed before leaning in closer to you. Why did you always have to look so adorable? He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You felt a smile forming on your face as you slowly opened your eyes to see your favorite demon sitting in front of you.

“Good morning,” you said groggily, remembering everything that had happened last night. “I made you breakfast,” Satan told you, a small smile resting on his features. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you quickly sat up, looking at the tray.

You felt your heart swell with joy and you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you,” you told him, before pulling back. He gave you a small nod, the blush on his cheeks still present as he brought the tray in between the two of you. 

Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to. 

You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”

Satan smiled softly at you before replying, "I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

[s0urw00lf]

I have a Winchester

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: On a hunt you’d been cut off from dean and cornered by the witches you were hunting. But you weren’t afraid because dean will always find his way back to you.

AN: this is somewhere around s!5 dean, and i had to write it because i love unhinged dean protecting his girl. Also this was inspired by the “we have a hulk” quote from the avengers movie.

The house was eerily normal. No dark rooms, seance tables, dead animal parts, nothing to even resemble the house of a witch. Or at least any of the witches you’d encountered in the past.

Sam went to take on another lead for the witches plaguing this town and you and dean took the most risky one.

Dean as always was hell bent on taking the lead just in case so you carefully followed behind him with your gun raised.

“Are we even in the right house? I mean nothing really screams ‘witch’ to me” you asked looking around the living room. Dean didn’t answer instead he let his hand holding his gun fall to his side as he also looked around.

“This don’t feel right. We missed something” he said, you raised your eyebrows in confusion “we’ve checked every room in this house, what could we have possibly missed?” You asked with a sigh.

He looked at you “Sam said these witches are rich, they got investment properties being rented out right?” He asked, you caught his drift immediately “you think they’re using one of the properties?” You asked.

He raised his shoulders “makes more sense than this” he said gesturing around the eerily normal home.

“Guess we’re looking for a vacant rental property” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket dialing Sam’s number as Dean led you out of the house through the window putting a hand above your head so you wouldn’t hit it trying to climb out.

“K thanks Sammy” you said hanging up a brief phone call with Sam and he was able to find an unoccupied rental home under the company name, only problem was it was across town and dean was low on gas.

“What’d he say?” Dean asked not taking his eyes off the road. You sighed tossing your phone to the side “well, we got an address because the couldn’t be any less obvious.” You trailed off “but we’ll need gas because it’s across town and we probably wouldn’t even make it to the motel because we’re on E” you pointed to the flashing red light on the dash.

“Well let’s get baby some gas” he said.

Didn’t take long to find the gas station and Dean ever the gentleman took the lead in getting out to pump the gas “need anything sweetheart?” He asked as he got out the car, bending down to look at you in the passenger seat.

“I could go for some skittles” you said with a smile. He nodded “thanks babe” you thanked him as he walked off.

You noticed his tense demeanor. He’d been like that since he returned from Hell. His once boyish playful nature dimmed by the horrors he faced in his time down under.

The thing that changed the most was his ferocity. Before Dean would do anything to keep the people he loved alive, but now he’d go to lengths you didn’t even know was possible.

You wished you could bring the glimmer back to his dulled eyes, or the humor back to his personality. But with everything going on and the end of the world looming just around the corner it was a pipe dream.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard something hit the back of the car. It wasn’t loud, quite the opposite actually but it still caught your attention.

You grabbed your gun and opened the door stepping out. You glanced at the gas station and you could see the top of deans head moving behind a tall shelf, before putting your focus solely on behind the car.

You knew it was small, but something in your gut was telling you it was something, and maybe you should’ve listened and stayed in the car because not even two seconds later your eyes went dark and your body limp.

Dean walked out of the gas station and immediately the feeling had hit him in his gut when he saw the open car door and you nowhere around the car. He ran to the impala, searching all around and inside and not finding a trace of you. “No, no, no damn it!” He shouted slamming the passenger door shut. He looked on the ground, spotting your gun and his face hardened.

He picked up the gun, filled up the gas tank impatiently then got into his car and peeled out of the gas station. He was going to find you, and he’d kill anything in between that tried to stop him.

When your eyes opened you were almost blinded from the lights, or maybe your eyes were just sensitive. You stood from you laying position, eyes still adjusting. As if you’d rang the dinner alarm four women walked into the room, or building, you weren’t really sure where you were. “Oh good you’re awake. We can get started then” Gina the leader of the little witch coven said with a sickly sweet smile.

You didn’t have your gun on you, you must’ve dropped it when they did whatever they did to you, and the knife you had tucked into the back of your pants was there but you wouldn’t be able to work fast enough. So you’d just have to talk their heads off until Dean got there if he wasn’t already. Gina gestured to you “tie her up, should’ve been done before you woke up but hey” she shrugged moving to the seance table she had set up.

“Don’t you dare-“ you were cut of by falling to the ground, as if your strength had been sucked right out of you. “You bitch, witches never play fair but guess what?” You said as they wrangled your body to sit up against a pole, then tying your hands together around it “its fine because you’ll end up dead and ill be the one walking out of here alive tonight.” You said confidently. Gina stopped what she was doing at the table, laying down a knife and stalking towards you with a sarcastic laugh.

She grabbed your chin tightly “oh you poor, poor thing.” She fake pouted “i dont know if you’ve realized but your outnumbered, there are five of us, very strong witches, and one of you little hunter.” She said with a smug smile, roughly punching your head to the side as she let go of your chin.

“I may be outnumbered, but I’m smarter than you, stronger, and i have a Winchester.”

This time all of them laughed. To be completely honest you thought they were mutes from how silent they were, “well your precious Winchester isn’t coming, he’s off chasing his tail in the middle of town. Besides nobody knows about this place.” She gestured around “It’s not one of those stupid rental properties like the guy in your phone says.”

You glare at her “you went through my phone?” You asked, she walked back to the table, resuming what she was doing previously. “Of course, the guy, your Winchester. What was his name…” she faked thinking as she sharpened her knife “ah Sam, he kept calling your phone so i just sent him a little message” she said. ‘Your Winchester’ isn’t Sam, how didn’t she know that if shed been watching you at the gas station. She isn’t as smart as she thinks she is, because somehow she found your phone but not the knife and missed the fact that you’d been cutting the rope they tied you up with this whole time.

“You’re just abut the dumbest bitch I’ve e-“ a punch landed to the side to your face, you looked at the man just as the ropes broke loose, you laughed manically “oh that just might have been the last decision of your life big guy” you said, just before you jumped up and plunged the knife into his chest, twisting it for extra measure. You turned towards the other four who were looking between you and their friend angrily.

Before anyone could move the door to the room broke down and in dean with a deadly vengeful look in his eyes “Whaddya say we get this party started huh?” You say, with a smirk. You lunged for one of the girls, your knife missed her by mere inches, she kicked your feet from under you, bringing you to the ground, you grabbed her hair bringing her with you.

You rolled on top of her placing the knife to her neck and successfully pulling it across. Blood spurted out of her mouth and neck as her eyes pleaded for life. Dean had easily taken care of the other two, as they were on the ground right next to the two you took out. The only one left was Gina, who stood singled out from behind the table. Dean went to go take care of her put you put a hand up, stopping him. “Oh you poor, poor thing, who’s outnumbered now?” You mimicked her earlier words.

She looked fearfully between you and dean “he’s- he’s not supposed to be here” she stammered “i sent him the message i-“ you cut her off with a loud laugh “no, honey, you sent Sam the message.” You and dean both walked around the table standing on opposite sides of her. You grabbed a fist full of her hair making her look at dean, who was covered in blood and as hot as ever as he held his knife waiting for your signal.

“You see him, this is dean. This is my Winchester, and the one who’s gonna put an end to your pathetic little life.” You said, giving him a nod. He immediately plunged his knife into her. You let go of her hair, letting her fall to the ground as she struggled to cling onto life. She died quickly, wasn’t much of a fighter. You looked to dean who grabbed you bringing you closer to him checking you over “I’m fine honey” you said. He gave you a look “your cheek is bleeding” he said, you smiled “and the man who did it is bleeding out on the ground, im fine” you said. He begrudgingly accepted it “when we get back to the motel I’m gonna stitch you up.” He said.

You nodded “fine, but let’s get out of here.” Dean agreed, gently grabbing you hand leading you out of the room. And then the house completely. He pulled you into a hug once you reached outside “cant believe you slipped right between my fingers” he said into your neck. You pulled away, from the hug and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “We were barely apart for two hours.” You teased. “Two hours too long” he confirmed.

Maybe dean had been different, but that was one thing that hadn’t changed. Dean couldn’t handle life without you for any extended amount of time. And you were fine with that, because yo were the same way. You were his, and he was yours. Forever your Winchester.

[aliwritex]

hi this is kinda weird request ig lol but since it's valentine's day could you make a franco fic where he goes to his bsf house (cuz she lives in monaco and he's in monaco now, at least was in this morning for business / might not be an important information but it could be an excuse for him to stay over at her house or whatever) and both are single so they're the only valentine option to each other ?

notes: i’m only an hour late i’ve seen people post kinktober in december have mercy 🙏🏽 this is also short but there’ll be part two with smut that’s how i’m choosing to apologize edit: changed the header to match pt 2

You thought another valentine’s day alone wouldn’t bother you so much – since it would be the 20th of your life. You had girlfriends over for dinner the night before and had planned to stay in on the 14th, do some crafts maybe and clean up the decorations from your ‘galentines’ dinner.

In fact, you were fine, you didn’t really mind till you opened up instagram and saw everyone getting flowers, then moved to tiktok for distraction and everything was valentine’s themed.

You just groaned and put on phone down, deciding to do something else, but just as you did it chimed. You picked it back up again, it was a text from your friend.

“wyd tonight?” “nothing i’m guessing”

“you don’t have to say it like that” “you’re alone too this year” you replied

“i just landed in monaco” “we should hang out, later tho cause now i need a nap”

You agreed on dinner, at your place – you figured all the restaurants would be too busy and you didn’t want to pass as a couple. So hours later you found yourself setting up the table for another homemade dinner in your tiny apartment.

Franco didn’t knock, he texted you that he was on his way and you told him the door was unlocked. So he caught you bringing the food to the table and called out your name softly to not scare you. It still scared you, but it’s the intention that counts. When you turned around he had a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.

“I was feeling festive” he explained “also thought you deserved something since you’re the one feeding me”

“I missed you,” you moved to hug him and couldn’t help but enjoy inhaling his cologne and having his arms wrapped around your waist, “haven’t seen you since last year. You look-“ you stopped to take a look at him “tan”

It’s not that you had a crush on Franco, you just knew and acknowledged that he was a handsome man. And he smelled really good, always. The fact was, he was the only close male friend that you had so your brain was always confused about your feelings towards him. Certainly you’d say you loved your girlfriends and would do anything for them but it was different with him, you didn’t really know where to cross the line. Besides, your friends always say that someday you might just end up together.

“What a latin summer gets you. Can we eat? I’m starving and this smells amazing” he asked as soon as you let go of him.

“Yeah, yeah. Can you serve us and wait in the living room while I deal with the flowers? We can catch up while we eat “

Franco gladly followed your instructions and walked to the couch with two plates as you got your flowers sorted. It was really sweet of him to get you a bouquet, though you couldn’t help but think it was a bit uncharacteristic of him to do so. You had never hung out on valentine’s before, so maybe he was just, in fact, feeling festive.

You had to stop your overthinking by the time you were done with the flowers, so you served some wine and made your way to the couch.

Besides the crazy thoughts in your head, your friendship with Franco had always been easy. One of those that you can just sit and talk about everything, it came easy for both of you. So by the time you were done with dinner you had already been through a thousand different topics and you had your head on his lap.

“So, what has got you spending Valentine’s alone? Not even desperate girls begging to get dicked down?”

“Can’t I take the time to come see you?” he raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you.

“Oh, don’t flatter me. I’d rather it was someone else instead of you, too, so don’t feel bad”

“I didn’t wish it was someone else, I like being with you. Besides, I think we had a proper valentines, dinner, flowers, wine, we’re basically only missing one thing” he teased, but you didn’t catch it, too busy scrolling through netflix to find something to watch.

“The chocolate, right? I swear I hid a box from myself last week but I couldn’t find it earlier. Can you bel-“

“That’s not what I was talking about, ¡por dios!” he said, frustrated before bending down to kiss you.

You were in shock for a second, unable to move as his lips pressed against yours till he pulled away to look at you. Then you didn’t hesitate in sitting up and reaching back for the kiss. His hand reached for your face, pulling you closer and smiling when your lips brushed.

Your noses bumped before he kissed you again. You could almost taste the wine on his stained lips and it made you want more. So when your lips parted and interlocked you sighed against his, letting him kiss deeper and deeper into your mouth.

You hadn’t realized how much you actually wanted him till then but since you got a taste you couldn’t stop yourself. Your hands met the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his fell to your legs, guiding you to straddle him. In no time you were sat on his lap, making out, tasting each other’s mouths as you felt heat travel from your faces down to your cores.

[socgf]

better left unsaid - dallas winston x reader

it's valentine's day, and reader finds something she shouldn't have in dally's room.

wc: 959

warnings: none just fluff <3

it's not like you had any crazy expectations for what dallas winston had in mind for valentine's day. sure, you spent all your time with each other. you'd gotten real close, in every sense of that word. but he would avoid that commitment conversation like the plague, so you weren't exactly expecting a declaration of love or a bouquet of roses.

but flat out acting like the holiday didn't exist? that was just too far.

the two of you had just left buck's after you'd spent the afternoon doing homework on his bed while he sat around bothering you. like every friday night, dally had stolen the thunderbird to take you to the nightly double. but this was just a routine occurrence, of course. not like he would ever believe in such a mushy holiday.

still, you'd hoped for something - a box of chocolate, some grocery store flowers, maybe a card. you try to take your mind off it as dally puts his foot on the gas, fiddling with his pockets haphazardly.

suddenly, his face scrunches up in frustration and he grumbles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he cuts the gas. 

"hey. do me a favor, will ya? grab my smokes from my desk. top drawer on the left." 

you roll your eyes but go back anyway. his room is the usual mess - clothes draped over the chair, a couple beer bottles on the windowsill, your textbooks and notes spread out on the bed. you yank the drawer open, already expecting to have to dig past god-knows-what to find the cigarettes.

instead, you find a stack of papers shoved carelessly to the side.

you don't mean to snoop, but something about them seems out of the ordinary. it's not like he's the type to be keeping a diary, but these aren't just receipts or homework. as you take a closer look, you see they're notebook pages crumpled at the edges, ripped out hastily, the ink a bit smudged and messy. 

then you see the date at the top of the first one. an entry from over a year ago. you hesitate for a moment, knowing this must be personal. a flicker of guilt runs through you, but you can't help paging through the headers on the first couple of slips. you swear you can make out your name somewhere between the lines, and against your better judgment, you start reading.

november 5th, 1963

she fell asleep on my shoulder at the drive-in today. she really needs to stop doing that. swear i almost decked steve in his face for laughing at it, but i knew she'd hate if i did it. it's funny, she fucking mumbles in her sleep. i swear she said my name a couple times under her breath. i acted like i didn't hear it but i can't stop thinking about it.

january 17th, 1964

she had to babysit pony today and she dragged me along to keep her company. i was supposed to do a run for buck, but i'll have to figure that out later. it's funny, she was real apologetic about it, like i'm ever gonna be mad that i have to spend time with her.

april 28th, 1964

we were watching some stupid rerun in her living room and i guess i must've been exhausted. she started running her fingers through my hair all sweet like she always does, messing it up. didn't have the energy to tell her to knock it off. next thing i know i wake up laying down on her side. she says i knocked out. whatever.

august 12th, 1964

buck decided to go sticking his nose where he doesn't belong last night… asking me about her. why i won't make it official? make what official? i come to her window every damn night. she lays on my shoulder and tells me all her secrets. not like i let anyone else make me act that way. that's official enough for me, far as i'm concerned.

november 1st, 1964

i swear she did something different with her hair today, or maybe her makeup or something, or her outfit. whatever it was. i just couldn't stop staring at her. she's so pretty it makes me forget what i'm thinking when i look at her…christ, i'm sounding like a fucking sap. if buck ever found this, i would have to kill him.

december 9th, 1964

i found her crying today when i walked in. i wanted to hug her or something, kiss her on the forehead and make everything better. i didn't. just sat there smoking by her side until she stopped, let her get everything off her chest. then she had the nerve to say 'thank you dal,' like i did anything special. i have no idea what the hell she sees in me.

january 28th, 1965

glory, she's got the worst taste in music. i told her that today and she threw a fucking pillow at me. truth is i would listen to the beatles for the rest of my goddamn life if it meant she let me lay in her bed and listen to her sing along. it's cute.

february 3rd, 1965

if she finds these i'm gonna have to tell her it's for an english assignment or something. no, never mind. even she wouldn't believe that. man, i'm fucked.

you reach the last entry in the pile, this one laid out nicely with neater handwriting, on a fresh sheet of paper:

february 14th, 1965

if you find this, happy valentine's day. figured there's no point in keeping these a secret. i'm sorry i'm not better at saying it. you should know i'm not much for words. but i mean everything i wrote, doll, swear.

a.n. writing this made my heart all warm and fuzzy haha happy (late) valentine's day guys!!! hope you like it!

[cheesycatz]

Parasitic worm pretends to be your valentine so you don't notice that they're the reason you have 24 days left to live

Wormton AU fic is 190k words now! : )

Nothing crazy new plot wise, more bonding and found family stuff. Obligatory fluff after how much these guys had to go through. I like describing all the sounds he makes when isn't trying to suppress them; chirps, warbles, trills, chirrs, chitters, screeches, snarls, and that weird computer whirring sound he makes that may or may not have the same connotations as purring (sorry I couldn't resist)

I'm excited to go through revisions! It's been so long since I wrote some of this stuff that I don't remember the fine details, so it's genuinely fun for me to read through. Also, I had fun making disguised wormton seem as cursed as possible without actually describing his real form until post-reveal. Blue was probably the only one who didn't think he was some deranged serial killer at first sight, which, fair enough. I was kind of worried about a few very minor original characters I added not being accepted, but then I remembered that Trashy the trash can probably has more speaking lines than any one of them and it probably isn't that big of a deal. I hope you enjoy the one chapter with these three kids putting their LPS animal dolls through the most traumatizing, heart-wrenching, dark story as we all did as children (I promise it's plot relevant and contains symbolism).

Drew some non-canon wormton stuff for Valentine’s Day. I mean, I don't know how you would send a valentine to an elusive homeless man with no official documentation of his existence. The asexually reproducing computer worm guy can't feel anything romantic, but he would love to take advantage of you—gladly accept your lovely gifts. Bro’s just teasing haha he would never inject parasitic worm larvae into your abdomen just don't go to the doctor in the next 24 days please he definitely loves you and not the worms hypothetically eating your organs

“worm.vbs” is a reference to the file type used by the ILOVEYOU worm and other old malware. I only know this because I realized that one of the official spamton valentines from last year contains its exact file name “LOVE-LETTER-FOR-YOU.TXT.vbs”. sharing this trivia because it was like the one reference in those valentines that I didn't see anyone mention back then and because it makes me feel smart

Food for thought:

Honestly, he'd be pretty scary if it weren't for his justified fear of the antivirus forces. Malworm safety is all about avoiding disembodied voices trying to lure you into alleys, so the fact that you can physically see his relatively humanoid disguised form would make him seem dangerously trustworthy. I was thinking about what would've happened if he would've gotten help from the person on the phone (probably gaster I guess? idk). He could've totally been like a cult leader manipulating people into willingly becoming hosts because it was honorable or whatever. And that could combine with the fact that their venom slightly influences the brain. And the followers would've thought he was simply dressing up as a malworm and his fall from grace would've been when they realized he was just a malworm in disguise infecting them and prolonging the invasion. I prefer what I have now; lonely hypothetically-murderous wormton is a lot more redeemable than very-murderous cult leader wormton would be. The addisons, or anyone really, would want nothing to do with him. Fun to think about! And only to think about; I'd rather focus on the version I have now.

See you next time at the big 200k 👀 chapter 3 might actually come out before my multi-book-length spamton fanfiction but don't worry I would never abandon my favorite freak of nature

yappin complete B)

[bambi-kinos]

Dakota Days Review

I got an ask requesting I post the Dakota Days review. The rest of the ask will be mega long so I don't want to just add on the review to the end and make it an even bigger read. So I'm posting this as its own free-floating thing.

So my deal is that in 2023 and 2024 I had enough time on my hands that I read a shitton of Beatle books (including most of the books in my big recommendation post, which I am still thinking about updating so keep in mind it hasn't achieved its final form.) I regularly talk these over with a friend and this review is mostly what I told her when she asked if she should read it or not. Either this will sell you on the book or it will not lol. I did some light editing for readability but otherwise it is mostly intact from the original post date February 13, 2023....good God, 2 fucking years ago!

Okay so Dakota Days. It's an account of John Green, also known as Charlie Swan who was a tarot reader that was close to the Lennons following John's return from his Lost Weekend.

Charlie states from the start that he is only trying to impart a snapshot of what it was like to live with John and Yoko during this time. He straight up admits that he has edited out certain parts of it to respect their privacy (and to cover his own ass as he did his fair share of scamming Yoko during this period.) He also straight up admits that he smushed together many years, events, and conversations in the book. He explains this very sensibly: while he claims a prodigious memory (which will prove not to be the case) he also says that he just spent too many years in John and Yoko's employment to recount all of them without boring the reader.

This is a very effective tactic. Charlie is deliberately telling us something that he is doing (editing the accounts of what happened) because it will make us trust him more. Being honest about misdoings you've done or will do tends to get people to like you more. This is what con artists do when they are trying to get people to fall for their schemes: they will tell you what they are doing and then they will do it. It is effective because it works. Charlie tells us that he is either misremembering or covering his own ass and because he does this we like him, which primes us to accept everything he says.

Charlie gets called up by Yoko only a few hours after John drags home. She renames him Charlie Swan because she knows John will be jealous of him having the same name. Charlie goes along with it because he knows Yoko is an easy mark; he claims in the text that he found John at Disney World of all places and that this is how Yoko ended the long weekend. Considering this is not how it happened we can guess that what Charlie actually did was pull the wool over Yoko's eyes and then claim credit for it. Again, a very effective tactic.

What happens next is really interesting: John feigns being poisoned. He's told Yoko that May poisoned him in his tea. Charlie reads the cards and they tell him "no way was John poisoned" and John leverages this to get Yoko out of the room. John picks Charlie's brain about the occult for a while and then lets him go home after a few hours.

Won't recount everything that happens next but I will say this: Dakota Days is the second half of the story about John's Dakota years and it compliments Fred's book perfectly. Fred depicted a manic John and a cold, distant Yoko. Charlie depicts a depressive John and an anxious Yoko in desperate need of hand holding at every single stage in her life. The amount of time and money that John and Yoko spend on con artists like Charlie as well as their other astrologers, mystics, and Korean herb healers is astounding. They were completely and utterly paralyzed with terror if they had to make decisions on their own. Indecisive, fretful, worried, anxious, Yoko straight up has a panic attack at one point because Charlie orders her to make a decision on her own and she almost dissolves into tears because she can't do it.

The funny part is I find none of these depictions at odd with one another. Yoko's imperious mask always hid the frightened baby underneath and John's aggressive ego always hid the broken hearted lover who wanted to be anywhere but where he was. Yoko didn't give Fred an "in" because he was a servant but she feared and respected Charlie so she could afford to be a broken little girl in front of him. John respected Charlie as a magician and hung on his every word. He didn't see a point in pretending to be something he wasn't like he did with Fred.

Charlie's big thing in the book is that he depicts himself as Spitting Straight Facts at John and Yoko. He condenses these into different conversations. For example, at one point Yoko takes John to Japan for a few months because she wants to convince him to live there full time. All of their clothes are packed according to what Charlie's tarot cards tell them are lucky to take. Yoko asks him to cast spells to keep John in a good mood. They plan out their journey to follow certain directions based on Japanese numerology that calculates the luck of cardinal directions. (Charlie cheerfully admits that this is outside of his education so he can't give an opinion on it. This is part of his set up, he doesn't have a problem admitting his weaknesses which makes him come off as more honest than he really is.)

It all goes wrong within two weeks: John hates Japan. Absolutely hates it. He hates having to entertain Yoko's family. He hates the hotels they are in. Yoko calls Charlie on the verge of tears and tells him that John is humiliating her in front of her family -- apparently Yoko's mother and sister called Yoko out on her bullshit and they accused her of accomplishing nothing with her art. (Holy shit, based?!) Yoko is desperate for John's wealth and status to impress her mother and tells Charlie, "I know what they say about me, they say that all I did was marry John and spend his money!" Which is of course absolutely true.

Yoko is desperate to win her mother's favor because she wants Sean to get a sizable piece of the inheritance but she was so disgusted with Yoko that she wouldn't even acknowledge Sean. (Brutal.) Yoko takes this personally because her sister Setsuko married a Westerner, a diplomat, and Yoko dissolves into hysterics over the phone demanding that Charlie tarot read for new, luckier clothes and have them air mailed to them. As far as I know, Charlie did it because it was an order and Yoko was paying his bills.

It gets worse though because John starts shuffling around like a zombie, moaning, whacking his head against the walls, etc. He tells Charlie that he's pretending to be dead. (I actually think I know what John was doing -- he probably absorbed some of Japan's pop culture about ghosts and he started imitating it.) This freaks out Yoko's family and her mother asked what the hell she was doing bringing this fucked up white guy to Japan. Charlie depicts himself as being the only person John can vent to which is something that I actually believe even though it probably didn't go down in precisely this way.

When Yoko tells John that they're going home soon, John perks up. He starts wooing Yoko's mother and makes nice with her. The funny part is that after all that, John actually succeeded in making Yoko's mother like him! Of course Yoko calls Charlie, again almost in tears, and tells him "John is doing it all wrong, he's being friendly with her, he's not holding her at a distance, he's buying her things and taking her out to fancy eateries!" Yoko is depicted as flat out hysterical in this conversation, enraged and upset that John charmed his way into her mother's good graces instead of making her submit by being ice cold and imperious (aka acting like Mimi) which dissolves her into anguish. And then, at the end of it all, Charlie says that Yoko is being ridiculous and it's a good thing that John is finally getting along with her mother. (Hittin' hard with that street wisdom!) Yoko is very bitter in response. After that chapter I thought, "man Charlie is putting up with a lot huh."

The entire book goes this way. It depicts a John that will make grand gestures towards Yoko (he has Charlie perform a "druidic" marriage ceremony to reaffirm his marriage to Yoko and Charlie has a GREAT time making shit up and forcing John to gather all this bullshit stuff that has nothing to do with Celtic traditions, Charlie's account is so so gleeful about making John dance like a monkey) but actively loathes her the rest of the time. Charlie outright states that their relationship is unhappy.

For example, when Sean was born, John was crazy with worry and made up the Dakota to be more comfortable for Yoko and the baby. But when Yoko finally came home she immediately handed Sean to the nanny (which John HATED, he tried to make her pick Sean back up because he was so upset) and went to her room after a huge fight with John. John then sat down with Charlie and bitterly vented about the fact that he knew Yoko didn't appreciate him and that he was furious that she smoked through her pregnancy and that she wasn't interested in Sean. He accuses her of making Sean sick which is probably true considering Yoko was probably on heroin through out the pregnancy! John is actually kind of stunning here because he is utterly pissed off at Yoko for putting Sean's health at risk and then snubbing John when she finally gets home. His breakdown when Yoko comes home is incredible. They have a baby that she hyped up to Charlie as a Messiah and then she didn't want him. And it still didn't make her love John. The despair in his words.

A lot of the conversations that Charlie depicts follows this pattern. At one point John gets so angry about Yoko's coldness that he picks a fight with her, gets in her face, and just starts screaming at her. She runs out of the room crying because she's frightened of him and then calls Charlie to do a tarot card reading on why John was so mad at her. Charlie speculates it's because she doesn't communicate well with John and he was trying to shake something loose. She goes on a long rant about why this can't possibly be the case because she's only doing what's best for him so please Charlie read the cards…. of course when Charlie spoke to John, John replied that he was angry that Yoko speaks Japanese because he doesn't understand what she's saying to the servants and he thinks that they're talking about him. He's paranoid and angry that she's doing something that he can't get involved with. So he started screaming at her and throwing cigarette packets at her.

At times like this, when Yoko and John are fighting, Charlie takes on an interesting role. He will tell them hard truths about their relationship that they don't like. When Yoko whines that John is being too independent in 1979, Charlie tells her that this is a good thing and that she should be happy that John doesn't need to be managed. He also tells her that she and John will be happier if they are independent of each other. This bounces off Yoko completely and she whines (Yoko is VERY childish in this book) that this isn't possible or safe because John is too stupid (!!) and naive (!!) to make decisions on his own.

Charlie very deliberately depicts himself almost as a marriage counselor to them. You can see his prodigious perfect memory fails him at these junctures because when he relays conversations, John and Yoko don't sound like themselves most of the time. But the funny part is, I totally believe it. I actually do think that Charlie Swan had moments where he gave his unvarnished opinion about JohnandYoko to John and Yoko. He could do this safely for a few reasons:

1) He knew they considered him superior to them. He successfully dug a foothold in their minds and had them both totally convinced that he was legit. They couldn't throw him out because he was their closest tarot reader and it looks like he also had a legitimate head for business because he was able to give them some good financial advice. All of this meant that they were in awe of him and neither of them wanted to go against what he said. They were completely at his mercy. In a way I think it's lucky that Charlie wasn't more malicious because he could have manipulated John and Yoko into doing some depraved shit if he felt like it. They both worshipped him completely. Independent sources verified that John called Charlie "the Oracle" and it wasn't all a jest.

2) Conmen are incredibly good at reading people. They see our weaknesses and they understand them. He had John and Yoko sized up the moment he met them. He realized John and Yoko were both inherently childish, very credulous, willing to believe anything, and that they would only take the easy way out. They wanted self improvement to come only at the cost of their check books. They loved spending money (I think they both had shopping addictions -- I know because I have a shopping addiction) and they didn't want to be disciplined in the slightest. In fact Charlie depicts several moments where outside parties force John and Yoko to be disciplined and they both react like children being forced to sit in the time out chair.

3) John and Yoko, being very petulant, lazy, and weak at this stage of their lives, were totally impervious to criticism. John at least admitted that he knew Charlie was right about certain things but Yoko always had excuses for why she couldn't give John a longer leash/respect him as her life partner, be nice to her mother (Charlie at one point straight up asks why she's being such a bitch to her mother and Yoko is full of pathetic excuses), spend time with her baby, etc. (She couldn't buy farmland on her own because she didn't know how to ascertain if any of the property was good, so she had Charlie do readings so she didn't have to take responsibility for it.) John and Yoko did not want to shoulder any kind of responsibility for anything at all. They are both depicted as sleepwalking through life, becoming outraged when anything temporarily waylaid them.

You could give them as many hard truths as you wanted and it would never take because they will never ever accept it or act on it or own their mistakes. John and Yoko are often at odds in the book, screaming and arguing with each other, John fucking things up on purpose for Yoko's family, but when it comes to Growing The Hell Up, they were a united couple saying "no the hell we will not!"

This is reading between the lines now but I think Charlie is straight up laughing at them at some points and he's letting us in on the joke. He knows that so long as they remain petulant and undisciplined, he will always have a job. So he can tell them honestly to their faces that they are bad parents, that they are a terrible couple, that John is a sullen asshole and Yoko is a whiny bitch, and they will never ever fire him. They will argue with him but Yoko will have him back in her bedroom in 15 minutes to get him to read tarot cards for her again.

A few things I found interesting:

Sean is not portrayed at all in the book. John once describes Sean as overly quiet and meek especially around John and John says it's because he knows Sean is frightened of him. Interesting that this is at odds with Fred's portrayal of Sean. However I actually feel a little soft towards Charlie Swan on this because I think he did it to protect Sean, the way he said he would protect the Lennons' privacy at the beginning of the book. I legit think he was shielding Sean because Sean under 18 when Charlie published this. I think he didn't want Sean to have to wrestle with being depicted in a memoir at that age. The Dakota situation is so fucked up that I legit believe that this expert scam artist might have been in the only moral person on John and Yoko's payroll. I say this because Charlie is absolutely fearless towards John and Yoko in this book so he clearly didn't give a shit about being sued for libel. So IMO he did it to protect Sean because Sean was only a child.

John goes in a 15 month depression in 1978 because Sean once asked him (after seeing one of their poor cats fall out of a window) what happened to the cat that died. John tells him that the cat went to the Land of the Dead because it fell, explaining that nothing can survive a fall out of a window that high. Sean apparently thought about it and said "then Daddy, why haven't you walked out the window?" Jesus Christ.

Charlie scolds John for being a shitty parent and tells him that Sean is just a kid and that he doesn't understand what he's saying. He's just repeating things that he's heard around the house, and if you read between the lines you can feel Charlie judging John and Yoko because Charlie understands that this exposure to the occult is fucking Sean up. John becomes very surly and asks him "how the hell do you know" to which Charlie replies "I studied art therapy and child psychology in college for my teaching degree." (Independent verification has proven that this is true!) John sinks even deeper into a funk that yet another person is proving to be more knowledgeable about John's children than John himself, and rolls over in bed, beginning a 15 month period where he won't see anyone. He just lays there watching tv with the sound off.

Yoko is constantly on edge. She's obsessed with what people think of her. Charlie describes 1979/80 as being very trying because Yoko constantly repeating the same questions for Charlie to read for, trying to divine what stories journalists will write about her next.

John is similarly obsessed with having a positive PR image. He's deeply upset that no one liked his Rock n Roll or Shaved Fish albums (because they don't have new material.) John spends an entire chapter moaning that he hates his audience because they don't love him enough. Then he admits that he thinks he owes them new material but that he won't commit to anything without having a decent stock of songs to burn through. Then he swivels back to piling more blame onto his audience and continues bitching that they don't love him enough to make up for the anguish that he feels all the time. He piled a lot of blame and resentment onto The Public for not being able to "fix" his sadness.

At one point Yoko wants to buy blessings/curses from an actual witch so they go to Brazil. They find a bruja and Charlie intimates to the audience that brujas are expert con artists in a class of their own. He relates that a bruja once sabotaged a building project at which time the builders invited her onto the property to do an """exorcism""" from which she made a tidy profit and they were able to resume building. (Charlie does not depict it in precisely this way but he relates the story in such broad ""magical"" terms that you can see him grinning, pointing, winking, and nodding at you from across the room. Charlie made it as obvious as he possibly could that he was totally fucking with these people and that he knew when other magicians were fucking with people as well.)

Yoko has to sit through a week of a Brazilian woman putting her through fake and expensive rituals, all while putting on a fake Jamaican accent??? Yoko is so dumb and desperate that she doesn't see through it. Charlie is incredibly contemptuous through out the section. He does have an interesting "magic" battle with the bruja (here called Nora, her actual name was Lena) where they size each other up and the bruja agrees to take Yoko on as a client. Eventually Yoko gets cold feet and begs Charlie for a way to get her out of the rituals because she's scared that Nora mentioned a "blood sacrifice" and Yoko doesn't want to kill someone.

To which Charlie replies: "Yoko, why don't you just tell Nora how you feel? You're the client, if you don't want to make a blood sacrifice then just ask Nora to do something different. I don't think she's going to kill a person but if you're that worried then you can tell Nora about your concerns and she'll either change it or explain what will happen. You're paying her, remember?"

Yoko dissolves into more hysterics. She's scared the bruja will put a curse on her or Sean or John. She's too anxious to ask for clarification or help. Charlie rolls his eyes through the entire section.

Then the actual ritual happens, Nora kills a dove (poor thing) and then tells Yoko to sign her name to sell her soul to…something? I actually didn't understand what, though Charlie told Yoko "it's impossible for you to sell your soul so just go along with it dumbass."

But Yoko melts down. She can't do it. She begs Charlie to sign on her behalf and it sounds like she was actually crying because she was so scared. Charlie and Nora both sigh but Charlie signs the document and Nora goes "okay, done!"

Yoko then asks Charlie "Hey did you sign Charlie Swan or John Green?" To which Charlie replies, "what makes you think I signed either of those names?" Yoko freaks out and follows him around going "What name did you sign?? Whose soul did you sell??? Charlie?!!!! Charlie!!!!" But he never tells her lmao. He is so fucking contemptuous of her, it's amazing. This sequence is Charlie Swan rubbing his superiority in Yoko's face with utter glee, and he completely gets away with it. She's too scared to argue with him.

Obviously Charlie doesn't talk about everything here. For example, he and Sam Green both pulled a fast one on Yoko by counterfeiting a painting and selling it to her -- her own boyfriend! It was a complete success, she paid them both handsomely for it. He doesn't talk about that here. But it's clear from the outset IMO that he lies his ass off about tarot reading through out the entire book and is able to do as well as he does because he does actually have some good business sense.

I have to be honest: I respect the fuck out of Charlie Swan. This man is a king. He scammed John and Yoko out of millions. He did so well that he could tell them how awful they were to their faces and they had no choice but to swallow it whole. They didn't have the sac to stand up to him. And he was kind enough to write this book and show us how he did it: by taking advantage of their fear, petulance, and refusal to grow up. Dakota Days is an amazing book.

I have decided that the rocknroll industry is one big trailer park and John and Yoko had the biggest trailer. John is straight up wandering around in a robe and curlers reading the astrology and Dear Abby sections of the newspaper, Yoko is knocking back forties wondering when she can upgrade to the younger model. Sean is their poor kid with a learning disorder that is doing the pyromaniac thing. Going to Swiss boarding school (so that Yoko didn't have to be reminded of John) is probably what straightened him out and saved him.

Not trying to diss trailer parks, I met a lot of nice people who lived in them when I worked insurance, so pulling more from sitcom trash here. But John and Yoko fought, a lot, like these types of couples always do (that anecdote of Pete Shotton's second phone call where Yoko is screaming her head off in the background. I live next to a trashy family like this.) Who knows what Sean heard and what he repeated because he was so young.

This is the book that convinced me that John retreated into the Dakota out of shame. He knew that being with Paul was the best thing that ever happened to him, the only good thing, and he fucked it up with drugs and untreated mental illness. Which sadly has to be hung around his own neck. He blew his life up for no reason and he hid because he knew that.

John thought there were only two options: go back to Yoko or eat crow and go back to Paul. He couldn't stand either but at least with Yoko he didn't have to dance for the press. It never occurred to him that he had options and could do anything.

[edamameimei]

Perhaps, Even This —chapter 03

A year ago, you were known as your friend group’s “sunshine.” You were able to light up a whole room with your energy and everyone could rely on you for your quick wit and easy humor. You lived life simply one day at a time. However, seemingly out of nowhere, that all changes. Now a Junior in university, you find it extremely difficult to do all the things you used to do. Especially being the Resident Assistant for the Geffen Dorms. New residents begin to move in and one them is a girl you could only describe as “radiant." Her name is Megan Skiendiel, and at first, you don’t welcome the positivity but as you two continue to meet and hang out, you find yourself becoming the person you used to be. Will you be able to be that person you were a year ago? Or will everything just stay the same?

03. the duet

half written (wc: 1114)

You stand outside the karaoke bar, anxiously. You’re not really sure how everyone convinced you to do this, but you can’t help but feel a little relieved. For once, you got out of the dorms but at what cost? The music is too loud, your friends are screaming over each other, to you, it all just seems a bit overwhelming. You scoff. A year ago, you would have thrived in that environment– actually, a year ago you would have suggested to go. It would have been your idea. But things change, and you’re still trying to figure out if it was for the best. You take a hit from your cigarette, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You exhale, looking around at the city lights. You’re about to put the cigarette out but suddenly the door behind you opens and you turn to see who walked outside as well.

Your breath catches in your throat. It was one of your residents. If you remember correctly, her name is Megan and she is giving you a smile that is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen before. You can’t help but notice her dimples are shaped like whiskers. You smile to yourself without even realizing, the warmth of her presence taking effect on you. You quickly drop your cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. You look up, standing sheepishly. 

“I’m sorry. I saw you out here and I just wanted to say hi.” She giggles and your cheeks heat up at the sound. For some reason, it causes something in the pit of your stomach to stir and it annoys you. “Megan, right?” You manage to say. She smiles wider and nods. You begin to feel even more anxious than before, not really knowing what to say next. You’re about to say something but she beats you to it. “Why are you standing out here?” You shrug, chuckling nervously. 

“Needed some quiet time, I guess…” Megan nods. She looks at you, her eyebrows furrowing as she speaks softly, “If you wanna be alone, I can go back inside! I’m sorry if I was bothering you…” Her words cause your heart to beat faster and you can’t seem to turn her away. She sounds genuinely concerned, as if she were the reason why you were standing outside in the first place. You sigh and shake your head. 

“No, it’s good company…” You reply and she beams at your words, her eyes brown eyes twinkling.

“Really?” 

“I mean. Yeah.” She hums, content with your response. Everything in you is telling you that you should leave. To push her aside and pretend your interaction never even happened. But you can’t. Your heart tells you to stay.

And fuck it, you haven’t really listened to your heart in a while. 

“So, do you always waltz up to strangers and strike up a conversation?” She shakes her head. 

“You looked lonely. I wanted to keep you company,” she singsongs and you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. “I’m not lonely,” you scoff and she bumps into you playfully. Another smile tugs at your lips and you have to bite them before it can show. 

“Well duh, because I’m here now.” You look down at her again and she’s looking at you with that same smile, the one that shows her whiskered dimples and you find yourself smiling at her with the same enthusiasm. You curse yourself for letting your guard down so easily for a girl, let alone your resident of all people. You put your hands in your pocket and look back at her, trying to stay nonchalant. You two begin to talk, the same playful tone stays. She tells, unprompted, of how long it took for all her friends to get ready. She tells you how two of your other residents, Lara and Yoonchae, went to high school with her. She talks about how Manon and Dani made fun of her driving as if you knew these people like she did. She talks about everything and you listen as if you’ve heard about this before, as if you listened to her stories all too well already. You listen to her as if you knew her from another life. 

The urge to pull out your film camera comes back with a familiarity you haven’t felt in months. You subconsciously reach for it, as if it would appear. But you are reminded that you don’t bring it with you everywhere anymore.

You don’t know how long you’ve been talking but the little world you found yourself in with Megan is suddenly interrupted by the door opening behind you two. You turn to see Lara, your resident, and two others girls whom you do not know but can only assume it’s the Dani and Manon the ginger girl was telling you about. Lara looks at you with a slight smirk on her face and it causes you to look away, your cheeks becoming red. The blonde one walks up to Megan, her expression written with amusement. 

“Dude! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” She wraps her arm around Megan’s shoulders and rolls her eyes. She looks at you and extends her hand. “I’m Daniela.” You nod, reaching out to shake her hand. The gesture was a little awkward but you try not to read into it too much. Daniela lets go of your hand and looks back at Megan, patting her shoulder. “Come on! We have to show everyone what we learned from Dream Academy.” 

The other girl, who you assume is Manon, snorts at Daniela’s comment. “I actually don’t even know what I learned from Dream Academy…” Lara laughs loudly as Daniela rolls her eyes once again, pulling Megan along with her towards the entrance of the bar. Lara turns towards you and smiles softly. She says, “sorry for… All that.” You shake your head. 

“I didn’t mind, she’s… cool,” Lara is about to say something in response but Megan runs back up to you, managing to get out of Daniela’s grasp. She looks at you with a silly determined look in her eyes. “Come inside with us, you owe me a duet.” You quirk an eyebrow at her.

“I owe you one?”

“Yeah, I decided it just now.” She beams at you with that same twinkle in her eyes and you shake your head in amusement. You look away, a small smile playing at your lips. You watch as Daniela shakes her head and grabs the ginger’s hand, pulling her back inside the karaoke bar, but before she’s out of your sight she waves at you and you wave back.

A duet? That girl is insane.

a/n: reader is a sucker for pretty girls and i get it. anyway. enjoy the update, hope you had fun reading <3

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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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You never thought you’d be able to say this, but you’re officially a Jujutsu High student. 

It feels stranger than you can even put into words. The fact that right now, you’re living under the same roof as Itadori, Fushiguro, and technically even Gojo… in many ways, it’s a dream come true. 

As long as you don't think about the scary parts, that is.

You've finished unpacking and your dorm is now completely set up. Unlike Itadori, you didn't bring any industrial-size posters, and truth be told, you hardly have any attachment to your belongings since you've barely been in this world for a few weeks. There's a bunch of stuff you wish you could've brought along with you from the real world, but there's not much you can do about that at this point. 

I wonder if I'll ever find a way back to my old world.

Realistically, you know it's probably a lost cause. But maybe there is some kind of condition that needs to be met. Maybe if you see the story all the way to its conclusion, and once Itadori can finally rest easy, maybe your job will be over, and you'll be allowed to go home. 

Still, you know better than to hold out hope for a miracle. Your number one priority is to adapt to your new environment and survive. 

You’re sure you'll have plenty of time for an existential crisis along the way. 

It's nighttime now, and you’re just about ready to go to sleep. You finish all your preparations and change into your pajamas, but before you actually tuck in for the night, you can't help but creep out of your room and steal a peek down the hallway. 

“Itadori’s lights are still on,” you mumble. 

You know it's probably not polite to disturb him at this hour, but you decide you'd like to say goodnight and wish him sweet dreams. Gojo already told you earlier that tomorrow, you'll be picking up the last remaining first-year student—which is none other than Kugisaki Nobara, of course. 

Tomorrow is going to be pretty eventful, and you're bound to encounter some curses too, from what you recall. Just the thought of it makes your stomach clench. It won't be smooth sailing from here on out. 

Maybe that's why you want to enjoy the last bit of normalcy, while you still can. 

You knock on Itadori’s door as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake Fushiguro. At first you think he might not have heard you, so you raise your hand and prepare to knock again, but soon enough you hear the sound of his feet padding across the floors, and the door opens.

Itadori blinks, and it doesn't take long for him to sport a grin. “Oh, hey, [Name]! What's up?”

“I noticed you were still awake, so I just stopped by to say goodnight. I hope I'm not bothering you.”

“Not at all! To be honest, I'm a little too energized to go to bed right now anyway. Did you want to come in and talk for a little while?”

Hanging out in a cute boy's dorm room after hours?

Uh… hell yes.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling shyly as you step inside. His dorm layout is mostly unchanged from what you saw earlier. Like you, he didn’t really pack a whole lot. His Jennifer Lawrence posters are probably his most prized possessions, from what you can tell. 

“Can’t sleep either?” Itadori asks, lifting a brow. 

“I guess not. This is a lot to take in. I’m still in the process of adjusting.” 

Perhaps that might come across as a bit insensitive. He’s stuck dealing with Sukuna, after all. There are few things that can top becoming a vessel for the ever-powerful, malevolent King of Curses.

Well, other than traversing worlds, of course. 

It looks like you’ve got him beat in that regard. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Itadori sighs, plopping down on his bed. He pauses, then smiles as he pats the spot next to him. “Did you want to sit, too? The bed’s probably more comfortable than the crappy desk chair.” 

Damn. Itadori Yuji just invited you into his bed. Not literally, but still. 

You’re grinning like a goddamn fool.

“Th-Thanks,” you stammer. You sit down next to him, reminding yourself to be cool, to be normal (yes, you can do that sometimes), and by some miracle, you manage to reign in your erratic heartbeat. 

Itadori looks over at you. “Hey, [Name]. You can be honest. Now that I’m that Sukuna’s vessel… does it make you a little nervous? Being around me?” 

No. I’m more nervous about the fact that I’m in bed with you. 

“Why would I be nervous?” you reply.

“Earlier, Gojo made it sound like he was really dangerous. This is obviously all new to me, but I think it’s finally starting to sink in. That he’s hurt a lot of people until now. You were friends with me before all this happened, so I can’t help but wonder if you feel uncomfortable now. Because things are different. And I definitely wouldn’t blame you for feeling that way.”

“But you can suppress Sukuna. Because you’re strong. I’ve always known you were strong. Not only that, but you would never hurt anyone. So, please don’t worry,” you smile gently. “There’s no way I’d ever feel uncomfortable around you.”

Itadori’s eyes widen, and his expression seems to brighten a bit as well. Maybe he needed to hear those words. As cheerful and upbeat as he always tries to be… you can only imagine how afraid and frustrated he feels right now. His body isn’t even entirely his own anymore. He shouldn’t have to worry about losing his friends too. 

You’ve already decided that you’ll stay by his side, no matter what happens. 

“Thanks, [Name],” Itadori chuckles. “I feel like you always know exactly how to cheer me up. I’m glad I have you here with me. It really helps.” 

“I can’t promise that I’ll be as strong as you are, but I can promise that I’ll do whatever it takes to make things even just a little bit easier for you.”

Right. You can’t promise anything. Even with a bit of knowledge on your side, there’s no guarantee things will go to plan—as evidenced by the fact that they already haven’t. 

But at least you can try. 

And you’re damn well going to try your hardest.

“Hm, I’m still not sleepy,” Itadori admits. “Oh, but I’m not keeping you awake, am I? If you’re tired, don’t stay up too late because of me.” 

You shake your head. “No, I don’t feel like going to bed yet either. You brought your laptop, right? Do you want to maybe watch something for a little bit? Maybe some kind of Jennifer Lawrence YooTube compilation?” 

“No way,” Itadori blinks, and he proceeds to stare at you in awe. “[Name], do you… like Jennifer Lawrence too?” 

“Yeah, I’ve seen a bunch of her movies. And she’s funny in a lot of interviews. Plus, she’s pretty.” 

Itadori continues staring at you with his mouth agape, and for a split second, he wonders if you might be his soulmate. 

“Yeah, let’s do it! One Jennifer Lawrence compilation coming right up!” 

It doesn’t take long for you two to get sucked into the black hole known as the internet, and you both lie in bed, flat on your stomachs, with Itadori’s laptop facing towards you. Every so often, you shuffle around and reposition yourself, bumping up against Itadori’s body in the process. By mistake, though—totally by mistake. Totally. 

Long story short, you eventually lose track of time, and it turns out that you’re being a lot louder than you thought, because Fushiguro eventually bursts into the room. 

“Will you two keep it down already?!” he fumes. “I’m actually trying to get some sleep!” 

You and Itadori turn around, and it allows Fushiguro to get a proper look at what’s currently blown up on the laptop’s screen. Namely, a collection of pictures, each featuring a half-naked Jennifer Lawrence. 

The Oogle search bar reads: jennifer lawrence bikini hot. 

“I-It’s not what it looks like,” you desperately insist, but of course, your efforts are in vain.

Fushiguro is already closing the door, and the last thing you see is that trademark disgusted expression of his. 

This time, you can’t really blame him. 

“...hey. I said, hey. Wake up, already. We’re going to be late.”

Your eyelids slowly lift, heavy from morning haze, and it takes a little while for your blurry vision to clear. 

When it finally does, you find Fushiguro staring down at you with his arms crossed—looking somewhat like a disapproving mother when their child oversleeps for school.

“G’morning,” you mumble groggily. A quick glance down at your slightly damp pillow tells you that you were drooling in your sleep, and you hurry to wipe your face and fix your bedhead, mortified to have been seen in such a disheveled state. 

Fushiguro sighs. “I’m sorry for barging into your room like this, but you really need to start getting ready. I had to go wake up Itadori earlier, too. Being late on your very first day of school sets a terrible precedent, doesn’t it?”

“Sorry. I’m… not really a morning person.” 

“I figured as much,” he sighs again. There’s a pause, and his gaze briefly flickers down to the front of your pajama shirt. One of the buttons must have come undone in your sleep, and the fabric is hanging off your shoulder a bit, revealing perhaps a bit too much cleavage. 

It only takes a second for Fushiguro’s face to turn bright red. 

“A-Anyway, just hurry up,” he splutters, quickly turning away from you. “We seriously need to get a move on. I left your new uniform by the door.”

Fushiguro leaves in a hurry, nearly tripping over his feet in the process. You feel a bit embarrassed that he had to see you looking all sloppy like this, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s judged you. 

Pressed for time, you finish getting ready as quickly as possible, but you make a point of stopping to look back at your reflection in the windows. Now that you’re all decked out in the Jujutsu High uniform… it feels even more real. You struggle to reel in your excitement, but ultimately fail, and out in the hallway, Fushiguro can hear you happily giggling to yourself. 

“So ridiculous,” he scowls.

Yet again, he can’t fully bring himself to admit that you’re absurdly cute. In kind of a stupid way, but still.

Eventually, you and Itadori both finish getting ready, and the three of you head down to Harajuku Station, where you’ll be picking up the last addition to your group, Nobara. Itadori buys some popsicles while you wait for Gojo to show up (Fushiguro refuses to have one, of course), and you suck on the iced treat while glancing all around, eagerly searching for a short-haired brunette. 

“I still feel like four people is way too little for a first-year class,” Itadori absently remarks. 

“Other than [Name], have you ever met anyone who could see curses?” Fushiguro points out.

“Well… I guess not.” 

“That’s just how much of a rarity jujutsu sorcerers are.” 

You bite into the last chunk of your popsicle, briefly shuddering from how cold it feels against your teeth. Right as you’re finishing it off, you hear a familiar voice, and you turn your head towards the station’s entrance. 

“Sorry for the wait,” Gojo greets, lifting his hand in the air. He tilts his head as he walks over towards the three of you. “Oh. Looks like the uniforms made it on time. How are they? Comfortable?” 

“Mine’s a perfect fit,” Itadori nods. “My uniform looks different from Fushiguro’s, though. It’s got a hood, for one.”

“You can put in requests to have your uniforms customized,” Gojo explains. 

“I’m pretty sure I never requested that.” 

“That’s because I did it for you, of course!” Gojo proudly sticks his thumb in the air, and his grin gets even wider when he turns towards you. “Yours too, [Name]. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but I did my best to come up with a cute design. How is it? In my opinion, it suits you really well.”

“Does that mean you’re also calling me cute?” you gape incredulously. 

“Sure, sure,” Gojo laughs. “You look super cute. I guess I’ve really got an eye for this kind of thing, huh?”

You press your palms to your flushed cheeks and somehow manage to bite back a squeal. Meanwhile, Fushiguro’s expression turns to his disgust yet again. It’s practically a superpower at this point.

“Sleazeball,” Fushiguro mutters. 

“Who, me?” Gojo points. “What’d I even do?”

“You started hitting on a high-schooler.” 

“Hey, now. I was just complimenting one of my students. I’m being a supportive teacher. You know, positive reinforcement and all that.” 

You nod enthusiastically. “The positive reinforcement is definitely working. Keep it up, sensei. I can feel myself getting stronger already.”

Fushiguro shakes his head in disbelief. 

“You’re all a bunch of idiots.”

Since Nobara specifically requested that you meet up in Harajuku, there are plenty of shops to hit while you wait for her to show up. Itadori holds your hand as he excitedly leads you through the crowds. Fushiguro refuses to partake in anything fun, of course, so you and Itadori treat yourself to yummy crêpes, needlessly complicated drinks, and try on silly accessories like comically oversized sunglasses and animal ears.

“Itadori, you’ve got some whipped cream on your cheek,” you say. 

“Huh? Oh, shoot. I didn't even realize.” Itadori pauses, then leans closer to you and smiles. “Would you mind getting it for me?” 

“S-Sure,” you reply, and even though the gesture is innocent enough, your face feels ridiculously hot as you gently swipe your finger across his cheek, picking up the leftover whipped cream. The deranged part of you briefly considers licking the cream off your finger, in true clichéd anime fashion, but you ultimately wipe your finger with a napkin, proud of yourself for not giving in to your fangirl urges. 

Fushiguro grimaces. “They’re basically just on a date. And we’re being forced to watch. Also, why didn’t she just use the napkin to wipe his cheek in the first place? I swear she’s got a few screws loose.” 

“Ah, young love,” Gojo muses. 

You finish off the last of your treats then throw away your garbage, and apparently, just in time to watch a familiar scene unfold. 

“Excuse me, do you have a moment?” a suited man asks, smiling politely as he approaches a woman walking on the street. “You see, I’m looking to scout potential models. Here’s my business card. Would you be interested, by any chance?” 

“I’m busy right now,” the woman curtly replies, clearly not willing to give him the time of day. 

“Please, just hear me out. Even a short chat would be more than enough—”

“Hey, you.” 

The man is roughly grabbed by the shoulder and pulled back, and he turns, coming face to face with the girl you’ve been waiting for this whole time. 

“Forget about that woman. What about me?” Nobara asks, with the sort of confidence you can only dream of having. 

Panic immediately seeps into the man’s expression, but naturally, Nobara doesn’t let up. 

“For the modeling gig, duh,” she continues. “I’m asking what you think about me. I’m pretty, aren’t I?” 

“Oh, um… e-excuse me, but I’ve got some urgent matters to attend to, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way…” 

He tries to escape, but she forcefully pulls him back again, and her tone of voice becomes significantly more confrontational than it was just a few moments ago. 

“What the hell, man? Don’t run from me. If you’re got something to say, then come right out and say it!” 

“We’re about to go talk to her?” Itadori blinks. “That’s kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie.” 

“You of all people shouldn’t be talking,” Fushiguro mutters. 

“Hey, hey, over here!” Gojo calls out, waving his arms so that Nobara spots him. She turns around and catches a glimpse of you through the crowd, giving that poor man the chance to finally run away. 

Nobara approaches the group, one hand resting squarely upon her hips. “So, you’re the other first-years. I’m Kugisaki Nobara. You should feel honored to be able to spend time with me.” 

She’s very self-assured, no doubt about it. Well, you already knew as much from watching the anime, but actually meeting her is a whole different story. You almost feel a little bit intimidated by the sheer magnitude of her presence. Some might go as far as to call her arrogant, but you know that deep down, she cares deeply for her friends and is willing to risk her life for them.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori introduces with a grin. “I’m from Sendai.” 

“Fushiguro Megumi,” the other boy says—and that’s it. Full stop. 

Nobara narrows her eyes as she looks them over. Even without her saying it aloud, you already know exactly what’s going through her head right now. Based on first impressions alone, she thinks Itadori is dorky and unsophisticated. The type who ‘definitely ate his own boogers as a kid’, to quote her word-for-word. As for Fushiguro, she seems to think that he’s stuck up and considers himself superior to others, based on how blunt and unenthusiastic his response was. 

Anyways, since she judged them so harshly, right from the beginning, you fear to imagine what she must think of you. 

“I’m [Last Name] [Name],” you introduce, bowing politely and offering a small smile. “It’s really nice to meet you. I’m from Sendai too. Itadori and I went to the same high school. It was only for a little while, but we kind of know each other from before. Also… I think you could definitely do it. The modeling gig, I mean. That guy from earlier was clearly blind.” 

Nobara blinks, visibly surprised, and suddenly, her haughty expression does a full one-eighty. 

“Aw, you really think so?” she grins, latching onto your arm and pulling you into a hug. “Right? That’s what I’m saying! I swear most people can’t recognize talent even when it’s staring them right in the face. Thank god there’s another girl in the group. I don’t know what I’d do if it was just me stuck with those stinky boys.” 

“She just randomly called us stinky,” Itadori gapes. “But… we don’t even smell bad. Right, Fushiguro? Right?” 

Unsurprisingly, Fushiguro ignores him. 

“Are we going somewhere from here?” he asks. 

Gojo chuckles. “I’m glad you asked. Well, since I’ve finally got all of my students together, and it just so happens that most of you are from the countryside… there’s really only one thing to do. We’re obviously going to go sightseeing in Tokyo!” 

Cue a wave of excited cheers from both Itadori and Nobara. They’re dancing around Gojo and yelling out all the different places they’d like to see. In this world, you started off in the countryside, yes, but back in the real world, you’ve lived in big cities pretty much your whole life. There’s not really much appeal here. 

Besides, you already know that Gojo’s letting them get their hopes up for nothing. 

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo says, and you watch as Itadori and Nobara both drop to their knees in subservience. “We will be visiting none other than… Roppongi!” 

The pair of fools stare back at each other, eyes all glossy, wide, and hopeful. Poor things. They’re in for one hell of a disappointment. 

You pout. “Sensei, are we really going sightseeing? Are we actually going to get to do fun things?” 

“What do you mean?” Gojo hums, feigning ignorance, of course. “What else is there to do but let loose and have fun? Look at how excited your classmates are!” 

“Uh-huh…” 

For obvious reasons, you don’t trust a word he says, and when you arrive in front of the abandoned building that’s teeming with cursed energy, Itadori and Nobara can only wail in desperation. 

“I knew it,” you say, pouting again. “Sensei, you’re a liar. I saw this coming from a mile away.” 

Even though I technically used cheats, but still. 

Gojo crosses his hand over his heart and pretends to look hurt. “You wound me, [Name]. Weren’t you just saying the other day that you trust me completely? I didn’t expect you to doubt my intentions.” 

“I can just tell,” you shrug. “Good luck lying to me. I’m pretty sure I’ll know.” 

“Hm. Is that so?” 

Gojo’s lips pull into a smile. You’re incredibly perceptive, it seems. Fushiguro’s known him for a long time, so it’s no wonder he’s not surprised with this outcome, but he was expecting you to be convinced, just like how Itadori and Nobara were. 

Perhaps he’s reading into things too much, but he wonders if this perceptiveness of yours has anything to do with how you knew Itadori was supposed to eat Sukuna’s finger. How you had full confidence that he’d survive. Maybe this is just a stretch, and it might just be that he’s not as good of a liar as he thought he was, but still. 

He’s got his eye on you, and from now on, he won’t let you out of his sight. 

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What is the “Law of Opposing Powers” and how can it level up your scenes?

Writing can be a really tough nut to crack. Readers should find every single scene interesting and be glued till the end, and let’s be honest—that’s not an easy thing to do.

With the rise of TikTok—to be honest, I don't know if we can blame TikTok or not, but since it’s banned in my country, it’s fun—readers need something interesting all the damn time. Like, you can't have a scene where your characters are just messing around, y’know. You need to move the story forward, or at least present a sort of conflict to the readers.

The readers should always have something to look forward to as the scene plays out. Is it because of their low attention span? Or, were the readers always like that? I don't really have an answer to that question. But, like I said, blaming TikTok is fun, so that’s all I’m gonna say.

Anyway, how do you solve this issue? How do you make sure each scene keeps your readers glued, even if it doesn't really push the story forward?

The answer to your woes, my friends, is the Law of Opposing Powers. (im sorry the name is so damn cringe but i jus came back from jim what else can u expect?)

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#01. Character versus Character

So, what is this Law of Opposing Powers?

It’s simple, actually: you just need to have opposite powers at play in your scene. Let me explain.

Let’s suppose that there’s a scene where two characters are discussing something. Let’s say… they’ve just had a near-death experience and are discussing how they could have lost their lives in it. The scene is set; how do you make it interesting now?

One direct way is that you might let your characters agree on the issue, y’know. All of them say how it was actually really dangerous, and that the consequences would have been deadly. But, this scene won’t really be interesting to the readers.

Give your characters different opinions. Don't let one of them be the yes-man, y’know. Both of your characters should, firstly, have something to add to the discussion, and secondly, should have different opinions. That’s what you call opposing powers.

Let’s say that one of the characters isn’t really all that serious about it. He’s like: alright, we might have lost their lives, whatever. But, however, the other one is dead serious about it, and is trying to explain to him how bad the results could have been. Probably let a third character be completely dismissive; he’s like: ah, what nonsense, we’d have never lost our lives.

Now, you have opposite powers in your scene. Now your scene is ready to be written and presented to the readers.

This discussion might not push the story forward in a literal sense, y’know, but it has a really important part to play: showing a part of each character. This law, therefore, also helps you show differences between your characters and their attitudes.

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#02. Setting

However, as you would have guessed, it’s not always possible. You can’t let your characters argue with each other all the damn time, y’know. That just doesn't make sense. And what if the characters in question are good friends, or have similar attitudes? What do you do then?

Well, guys, this is where I show you another application of my law of opposing powers.

The thing is: the opposing powers shouldn't have to be your characters’ opinions all the damn time. You can add something more.

For example, let’s suppose your character is in enemy territory. They wanna penetrate deeper inside, but don't know how to. Here’s another pair of opposing powers: your character and their setting.

Yeah, your setting can act as an opposing power too. A scene where the character is struggling—or not struggling, doesn't matter—to know more about the setting means that the setting is a power they need to overcome, y’know. This is how most adventure-fantasy stories remain interesting—exploring the settings plays an important part in these stories.

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#03. An Easier Way

Well, if you’ve grasped the concept—which I believe most of my students must have by now—you might be wondering how you are even gonna use it. It seems like it’s a tough nut to crack, right? To think about a scene so damn much…

But it doesn't have to be this tough. It doesn't have to be this draining. While writing this blog, I realized that there’s another way that I can use to teach you the Law of Opposing Powers. And that’s through conflict.

Now, stay with me here. I think you all must know what a conflict is, but if you don't, let’s go back to the basics. How do you create a character-arc? You give them a goal, a motive, and a conflict. You can also give your characters several goals, motives, and definitely many conflicts, but for simplicity, let’s assume we give our character just a single goal, a single motive to achieve it, and a single conflict.

Now, what’s a conflict? It’s the opposing power—something that’s stopping your character from achieving their goal. But, it’s a macro-level thing—you unfold the characters’ conflict through several scenes and acts, not just a single one.

For this, I’d urge you to give each scene a micro-level conflict. It doesn't really exist—I made this up. A micro-level conflict is a conflict that resolves within the said scene.

You can see the difference between the characters’ opinions as a micro-level conflict for your main character. Or even exploring a setting can act as one.

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#04. Application

You might feel that it’s still a tough thing to implement in your writing. And you’re right: adding a micro-level conflict in each scene might be tough. But, if you wanna make it easier, I can give you a little trick.

For each scene, ask yourself what the purpose of the scene is. Why is the scene here? What’s it doing?

Knowing the purpose of your scene can really help bring forward the opposing powers that your scene may hold. Now, all you have to do now is to polish them and make them shine. Easy peasy.

And, if your scene doesn't have a purpose, give it one. Before beginning each scene, you can just define what you want out of this scene. How it’s gonna end. Defining all that would really level up your writing.

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#05. Conclusion

I hope the Law of Opposing Powers would help you guys in your writing. I came up with this idea when I was discussing about writing with a friend of mine.

Man, discussions about writing with other writers can really help you gain some insights, y’know. Even I don't know how I reached this idea—I just did. And probably this is the magic of talking about writing.

That’s why I’d never stop yapping about writing.

Anyway, that’s it from my side. See you guys later!

[joelmillerpascal]

Your Valentine 💝

summary: Pedro has been acting strange, but he gives you a surprise for Valentines Day which leads you to spend the night at his apartment.

P.S. I am no good at summaries.

warnings: Pedro acts strange, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), (innocence kink, pet names, fluff.

WC: 2301

February 2024

You and Pedro have been seeing each other for about 6 months now. The both of you have been keeping it a secret because of his publicity and because you are simply new to the life Pedro lives, not even your family know about him but you aren't not going to tell your sister because she is a huge Pedro fan. He has shown you enough love and affection to prove your relationship is not ending any time soon. You're both really happy with each other.

Pedro has been spending nearly every night at your place. You haven't been inside his place yet. He says it's because he's having new stuff done to the apartment, new renovating, but the way he's been acting lately, I don't know what's up with him.

♡♡♡

Tuesday 13th February

You were walking the streets of New York, taking in the loving air that just brings a smile to my face every time I step out the door. You were on your way to the grocery store because you only have little bits in the cupboards and fridge. You stepped in, and the smell of fresh meat and vegetables caught through your nose. You smiled wider, and you continued walking down one of the vegetables sections when you got a text from Pedro

Pedro

Hey baby, don't make any plans for tomorrow night. I have something planned for us

You

What are you up to now, babe?

Pedro

Nothing, just don't make any plans for tomorrow, okay? I love you

You

Okay, I'm trusting you with whatever you have planned in the adorable brain of you. I love you too

You put your phone back in your handbag to continue your shopping. Your brain kept on guessing what the hell was going on with him. He's been acting strange for a couple of weeks now, and it's starting to freak me out.

After you get home, you pack away the groceries, and you go over to relax on the couch. You turn on the TV flicking to any random channel. You end up falling asleep for the next few hours. You are woken up by your phone ringing, you go to check, and it is your sister Mandy,

"Hey, big sis, are you doing anything right now?" She asks

"No, not right now, you just kinda woke me up from my nap," you say, yawning

"I'm sorry, but I need you right now. I just broke up with my boyfriend"

"Are you kidding me a day before Valentines Day?" You say angrily

"Yes, he say said he doesn't love me anymore, and his words were 'What's the point celebrating V-Day if I'm with someone I don't love'. Please, I need you, sister. I have nowhere else to go." She says sobbing 

"Well, I guess you can stay with me," you say with a calm sigh

"Thank you so much, sis. I will see you soon" she says before she hung up the phone.

A couple of hours later, your sister Mandy shows up with a two big bag, you let her in she's sobbing telling you everything about how she thought they were happy and then he turns everything upside down. You were about to say something back to her when you heard a knock on the door. You tell your Mandy to wait while you go to answer the door. You open the door to find Pedro stood there, you shout to your sister that you will be right back

"Hey baby, are you okay?" He asked, giving you a kiss

"Hey, and yeah, I'm fine. I'm just right nows not a good time." You say hugging him

"Why, what's wrong?" He asks

"I have my sister inside, and she just broke up with her boyfriend, a day before Valentines. Seriously, can you believe that?"

"Oh my god, that's the worst time to break up with somebody. How is she now?"

"She's okay, I had her crying on my shoulder for the past hour. But seriously, Pedro, I'd let you in, but she's kind of a huge fan of yours, and she's doing know about us, you know"

"How's about this, I come in and say hi, if like you said, she's a big fan, and it will probably put a smile on her face," he says, smiling.

You think for a second because you don't want your sister bugging him with question and being all over him. After a few minutes, you hold your one finger up to say 'give me a moment' before walking back into the living space. Your sister looks about you weird while drying her eyes

"Mandy, I have somebody for you to meet. But you got to promise not to freak out, okay? "

"Okay" she says rubbing her face

"Okay, wait here"

You walk back out the door, grab pedro's hand, and walk him inside. You don't know how your sister will react. You've never seen her crazy for someone she's a fan of. You both walk into the living space

"Mandy, I would like you to meet my boyfriend," you say. Her eyes flick to Pedro's, and she instantly recognises him

"Oh my God!, is this a joke? He's really your boyfriend, " she says, excitingly, like all her troubles have disappeared

"It's nice to meet you, Mandy." Pedro says to her, holding out his hand. Instead of shaking his hand, she instantly goes in for a hug, hugging him tightly as tears appear in her eyes again, but this time, happy tears. When she lets go, she instantly apologizes for it

"I'm so sorry for hugging you, I mean, you are the Pedro Pascal," she says, sniffling, trying to try her eyes

"No apology needed, your sister told me you're a big fan and that you were going through a tough time, and I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing," he says rubbing her arm

"This is the best day of my life. Seriously, I loved you in Game Of Thrones, Narcos, The Last Of Us, and damn many more stuff, " she says, smiling

"I appreciate it, Mandy, I hope you're ready for the second season of The Last Of Us in April," he chuckled

"Totally," she says

After talking for hours, Pedro says he's got to go because of an early start tomorrow because of rehearing for SNL, he tell you he loves you and he will see you tomorrow night

♡♡♡

Valentines Day / evening

Pedro invited you and your sister to the 50th SNL homecoming as well as his sister Javiera.

The four of you walk to the homecoming concert, pedro wants the Valentines Day party to be the best thing of your life and it definitely will.

You and Pedro walk hand in hand to find your spot before the show starts, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kiss the top of your head, your sister Mandy is next to Javiera. You all wait for the show to start

"Sorry it's no romantic dinner but I thought this would be better" he whispered in your ear

"It's still romantic because I'm with you" you say kissing his cheek

"And I also thought tonight would be the best night to reveal our relationship" he kisses you back "because at some point tonight one of the cameras will be showing us on that screen over there" he pointed to the screen off the side of the big space in SNL

"Oh my god I hate looking at my self"

"Why your too gorgeous not to look at yourself" he wraps his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder

"No I just hate looking at myself" you say hiding your face

"From my view your beautiful baby"

In the middle of the show where you could see Miley Cyrus started to sing Crazy Little Thing Called Love, you and Pedro started dancing, swaying he had his hands on your hips, gripping you as he brushed against you. Pedro started to sing the lyrics in your ear just as a camera got a few seconds shot of you both

"Smile for camera mi amor" his hand comes to your cheek as he kisses you on the lips "just that shot everyone knows I'm yours now. Happy Valentines day baby"

The show was just finishing as you and Pedro hug. You both were heading out to walk back home, Javiera went her own way so Mandy walked back with us

"Come back to my place with me babe, still need to finish the night with just the two of us" he says in your ear

"Okay I'd love to finally see your place" you say kissing his lips "Mandy are you okay to stay at my place on your own?"

"Of course I've already ruined your Valentines enough by not letting you both be my yourselfs" she says hugging you

"You haven't ruined anything Mandy, your going through something rough so I wanted to make sure your valentines day was good too" he says hugging her. He gave her a peck on the cheek

"Thank you so much Pedro" she says

"You're welcome cariño"

♡♡♡

You both walk into the apartment you walk around admiring the kitchen to the living space it was beautiful. You sat down on his couch as he got two glasses and a bottle of wine, he poured you a glass and then himself one

"Happy Valentines Day mi amor" you both clinked your glasses together "I love you"

"I love you too Babe" you both finished your glasses. You both stare at each other smiling

"I think we should take ourselves to my bedroom because I want to rip this dress off your body, I want to give you a Valentine fuck" he says rubbing your thighs

"Oh I don't know about that one papi, if your bed is comfortable I might be asleep in seconds" you say moving to sit in his lap

"I'll make sure your on top then" he picks you up, both start kissing all the way to his bedroom, he sits you on the bed as he started to unbutton his shirt, you start with his belt, unbuckling it

"God your still pretty as ever" you say to his cock before you kiss the tip, and then flicking your tongue on the tip

"Oh my god baby you know it makes me want to cum hard if you do that to the tip" he says in moan. You pull away take off your dress, he places you in the middle of the bed

As you laid there nearly falling asleep you soon shot back up when you felt Pedro shove two fingers deep inside your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was grinning as he came up to kiss you

"I'm just preparing you baby. Cum on my fingers come on" he fingers picking up the pace curling inside you. You arch your back, scrunching your face

"Oh god P-pedro, just give me your cock already" you moan

" I want you to cum on my fingers first cariño. You cum and I'll fuck you deep. Deal" he says resting his forehead against yours "such a pretty, aweet pussy"

After ten minutes you cum on his fingers screaming his name. He takes his fingers out and puts then in his mouth

"Fuck, you taste so beautiful" he says

"Can I have your cock now?" He nods as he placed himself inside of you "fuck me daddy"

"Come on hermosa"

He started pounding into you, slamming his hips, the sound of skins slapping and panting it was getting too much, to Pedro he could go for hours.

After what felt like hours Pedro could feel you tightening, squeezing around him "babe I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on, baby cum on me. After you can milk me dry" he started rubbing your clit with his thumb after 5 minutes you come on his cock

"Holy shit. God I love you" you moaned

"Yo también te amo bebé. ahora es mi turno" ( I love you too baby. now it's my turn )

"Come on daddy, cum in me. Fill me up nice and deep" you grab his face to kiss him deeply, sucking the air from his mouth

"Baby I'm gonna...hmm I'm gonna cum." You moved your hands down his body, squeezing his ass, pressing him deeper inside you.

After a few minutes he came deep inside of you pressing deeper, "baby I will you move in with me?"

"Pedro do you even know what your saying, your all cummed out, your not thinking"

"You heard me loud and clear baby I want you to move in, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life"

"Okay" you say

"You will?" His eyes wide you nodded

"Of course I will papi" 

He pulled his soft cock out

"Happy Valentines Day baby. I love you"

"I love you too babe"

You both lay there in bed staring at each other, Pedro's phone started ding every 5 minutes, he gets his phone and looks at all his fans tagging Pedro in post's "See we are officially out there baby."

Pedro fell asleep with you in his arms and in his bed, or should you say both of your bed now.

(This fic was a last-minute idea to write, I know V-Day has gone now, but here's the fic anyways)

[softxsuki]

Hi! May I request a Valentine's letter from Gojo Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen, for a fem!platonic reader? The reader is a civilian. I would prefer if he addressed the reader as "my friend" instead of using her name. I want the letter to be bittersweet and angsty, sort of like him saying goodbye and apologize for not getting in touch with her for so long (cause, well, he was sealed, so) . I imagine he wrote the letter after he got unsealed and before fought Sukuna because he lowkey hinted at the fact that he knew he was going to die. Well, yeah, something like that.

Please and thank you in advance 🫶

Goodbye Letter from Gojo to His Friend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader (platonic) | Genre: Just devastation really| Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 640 |

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, spoilers for people who aren’t caught up to the manga! Bad ending …

Note: I’m seeing a trend where you all want me to cry and suffer while writing these…who hurt you guys this year 😭

You sigh, checking your phone for what felt like the millionth time.

Did you do something wrong? Was he okay? It had been over a month since you last heard from Gojo, and you couldn’t help but worry. He had let you in on the world he lived in; the reality of curses and sorcerers and the like–but it had answered so many unanswered questions you had about things. He was someone who kept you safe, made you laugh, and who you could trust with your life.

The strongest. That’s what he had called himself…so he had to be fine. Right?

What went wrong? Where was he? Why hadn’t he reached out to you?

You get up and decide to check the mail, better get moving to distract your mind than rot with these haunting thoughts. You open your door and collect the contents of your mailbox, closing the door and throwing yourself back on your couch.

Bills, bills, student loans, bills, spam…and a letter from…Gojo?

Your heart stops and you sit up a little straighter, discarding the other envelopes to the other side of the couch, quickly opening the letter;

My Precious Friend,

I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark for so long. Did you miss me? It’s moments like these where I can’t help but think of you. You’re doing well aren’t you? Perhaps writing this is a bit selfish of me…but I felt guilty just disappearing on you. I wish I could get the chance to tell you what happened in person…but let's just say I was stuck somewhere for a bit and just finally got free. 

By now, my fate is probably already sealed. As I write this, I’m off to face my greatest challenge yet. A challenge I felt confident about facing before, but things are complicated now. You’ve been a dear friend to me, you tolerated my dramatics and laughed with me, listening to me moan on and on about those damn elders…so thank you for being a better friend than I could have ever asked for.

I guess I wrote this to you to help you move on? As much as I’d like to keep my friend all to myself…If I haven’t shown up at your door by now, then it probably means I can’t…Am i spilling too much about this to you? Maybe, but I need you to know. 

Don’t wait for me anymore.

I hope only for your safety and happiness, that’s all. My friend…my lovely, wonderful friend. One of the few who have been a true friend to me, please stay well.

This is goodbye, until we meet again one day, hopefully.

Love, 

Satoru :3 

You couldn’t control the sobs escaping your lips. What happened to being the strongest? He was supposed to be undefeatable? Why?? Why had he left you all alone?

It was obvious that he was gone from this world. He should have been back by now if he was okay, smiling at you and teasing you like he always did.

Would you ever learn the truth behind why he left? Why he was gone? Would you never see him again?

Your heart felt empty. Your anxieties for the past few weeks had all been accurate in worrying. You should have left to look for him yourself…but then what? You were a normal human, no cursed energy, no super strength, nothing…Why couldn’t you do more for your friend who had done so much for you?

“Goodbye Satoru,” you choke out, hot tears running down your face. A small part of you couldn’t help but hope that one day you’d see him again. Whether it be in this life, in the next life, or in the afterlife, he was your friend. Yours. And no one would replace the mark that he left in your life.

Posted: 2/14/2025

[ruins-of-tragedy]

Finished season one's episode eight to twelve of RWBY. This was the most fun batch so far.

Season 01 Episode 08: Players and Pieces

- "Welcome to the world of bloody evolution..."

- The interactions between Ruby and Weiss are so bad for them but so funny for me.

- It's not everyday your sister falls from the sky. And then gets hit by a Jaune projectile. Yang must be so confused. So is Blake. Which, fair.

- Oh my Gods. Nora comes riding in on a monster?! Awesome entry alert!

- "It's broken." Wonder why. ⚡

- Ren cannot anymore... This girl is fast for a sloth. And now she has a chesspiece and a song.

- Blake and Yang are confounded. The bear monster is called an Ursa. Pyrrha has entered the scene with a scorpion on her tail... What a badass move!

- Jaune is still hanging around... 😆. Ruby and Yang scream each other's name in greeting. Nora shouts her own in return, 'cause of course. And here I thought Jaune had more energy.

- The scorpion is termed Deathstalker. Yang blows her lid so bad, a timer for a bomb is activated...

- Done with everything, Yang is. Something tells me so is Weiss, mayhaps.

- Weiss is falling. Is this Jaune's moment to shine? Yes, apparently. And also to break his own back in the process. The line he used when catching her was good though, I will give him that.

- "Great. The gang's all here. Now we can die together!" -Yang Xiao Long

- Ruby has two monsters on her. I hope Yang doesn't have to watch her sister die... Ahhh. Weiss saves the day! And accepts her fate and her shortcomings! Who would have known Ruby almost dying was all it would take.

- While Ruby celebrates her "normal knees," Yang 'shuffles' close and almost crushes her with her love... That run was weird and so funny. Good Gods. The animation really is bad sometimes.

- "Look, there's no sense in dilly-dallying." But I was born for it! Forced to lock in now. UGHHHHHHHHH.

- "Run and live."✨👏🏻😂

- Another win for the horsin' around folks. The other chess figure both Nora and Jaune pick? We call it the elephant here.

- Ruby is leading. Yang is a proud parental figure. Blake noticed. CUTE!

- The monsters also want to "run and live."

- They are fighting together. And well. So COOOL!!!

- Maybe I spoke too soon. But they still trying! And holy hell. I think Thor would be proud of Nora being his representation.

- Blake is badass. I already knew that but it's nice to watch it unfold.

- Team RWBY is getting ready with their weapons. AGHHHHHHHHH! Ruby about to team lead the shite out of this birdie.

- Defining moments coming up!!!

- Team JNPR is moving against the scorpion. WOOOHOO! Jaune is actually a good leader. Nora "nail"ed it. Pyrrha is forever a great warrior. And Ren is getting too old for this. Scorpion down!!!

- This song. Dance battle in my roooom!!!!

- Yang is feeding birdie knuckle sandwiches. Weiss froze its tailend. Blake's lasso is turning into a makeshift catapult. Ruby's plan is about to work, but banter first... Weiss gets offended but what else is new? 😂

- Look at them all working together. ❤️‍🔥😭💖

- Red like roses part two!!!

- Birdie said bye-bye. Or couldn't, I guess... Team Cardinal. CRDL. Huh. So the first letter leads?

- The chesspiece team JNPR or Juniper picked is known as the rook out there? I shall stick to calling them elephants... Jaune is so surprised about being the leader. Pyrrha isn't at all and gives him a celebratory punch that has him falling. LoLLL!

- White knight pieces?! Horsies... Team RWBY. Led by what you are supposed to call them all together. Is Weiss shocked or...?

- Truly an interesting year ahead! Under the same broken moon we find... Torchwick?! Dude. Why do they all have such cool names?!

- OOOOOOooooooooh! Map of Vale. Beacon has been circled. Bad guy needs more men. Can only mean one thing.... Party, party, hallelujah! 🎉😆

- The Torchwick ending. His symbol looks like a boogey man mask... I must look into the soundtrack.

Season 01 Episode 09: The Badge and the Burden - Pt I

- I have been noticing this for a while now. The opening song begins playing first from the right side of my headphones. And then the left end also joins in. I don't remember what they call this, but the people behind this entry piece have done a good job here.

- Ruby is taking her team leader post very seriously. Like a coach. Yang and Blake are also excited about interior decoration. What the fuck does Banzai mean? And did they rehearse striking that pose?!

- Weiss' long suffering sigh could be heard all over Beacon... Yang's boyband poster, Blake's trailer trees in a painting belonging to Weiss, Blake arranging her books and hiding 'Ninjas of Love.' Do the ninjas like lemons? 😏✨😉. If you know, you know. And Ruby deciding on giving their curtains a makeover.

- From beds on top of each other, to bunk beds. And the second option is actually more dangerous... They really are something special.

- Team RWBY and JNPR be neighbours!!! And need to get to class within five minutes... Ozpin and Glynda are judging them so hard.

- Beowolf?! *war flashbacks*

- Already met DeathStalker and Ursa. Bearbatusk... Nevermore... COOOOOOOOL!

- This teacher must be entertaining to make fun of, am sure. Ruby is sleeping on the first bench. Been there, done that, somehow made it out alive despite my embarrassment.

- So there are four safe spaces or kingdoms. Vale is one of them. Did this full grown man just try to... rizz Yang?

- To that random student doing this: 🤟🏻... Rock on!

- Professor Full-of-Shite... Ruby's drawing is accurate. 😂. Good Gods. This Peter guy really just stole the Beowulf story.

- Ruby is honourable 'cause she understands the importance of sleep. Ruby is dependable because just a moment ago she was balancing an apple AND a book on a pencil that stood vertically. VERTICALLY!

- A true huntsman is supposedly strategic, well-educated and wise... What are the odds Weiss heard the last word as her own name? Very high, it seems. She's bout to fight a Grimm in class now.

- I like their uniforms, but I want the version with pants.

- The Ozpin and Glynda ending where the former's symbol is a gear within a gear, while the latter rocks a crown. The music here sounds so suave and chill!

Season 01 Episode 10: The Badge and the Burden - Pt II

- "A story will be told..."

- Ooooooh! Costume change for Weiss... Cheerleaders Yang, Blake and Ruby are ready as well. So ready in fact that Blake already has a flag of their team. 💖

- Bearbatusk vs Weiss. But it looks more like Ruby vs the Schnee.

- Weiss wasn't made team leader and she is mad at Ruby about it huh... Holy hell, Weiss. Please. That was downright rude. And unnecessary.

- Ruby. You precious little bean. Ozpin is giving off major Dumbledore vibes.

- Weiss and Professor Port's conversation running parallel to the one before. Hmmm... Weiss thinks she should have been the team leader. "That's prepostrous!" 😂. Okie, I like him.

- Ozpin's Dumbledore now. Peter Port, Hagrid. YASSSSSSSS! Someone really needed to dish out the truth to Weiss.

- It's the fact that both Ruby and Weiss received similar advice for me. Try to be the best person first. Everything else will follow after. ✨

- Of course Blake sleeps like she is in a movie. I am Yang but worse. Down to the snoring. Awwwwww! Ruby fell asleep studying. My sister can literally relate right now.

- Coffee with cream and five sugars isn't coffee anymore, methinks. Me likes this version.

- Best leader and best teammate. 💖... Weiss really out here thawing my frozen attitude towards her. I too want bunk beds now.

- Professor Peter Port is his own symbol. 😂👏🏻. Serious music. So good.

Season 01 Episode 11: Jaunedice - Pt I

- Time to open up the door!

- Jaune is getting his arse handed to him. Cardin is blood thirsty. They have headshots?! This school really does it all.

- They WANT them to be on the phone while fighting?! This is the Jaune inferiority complex arc. Kiddo.

- Vytal Festival. The importance is in the name... 😆. RWY is excited. Where be the B?

- "In the middle of the night..." In my dreams. 🎶

- Of course Yang and Nora get along. Yang is hanging onto Nora's every word. Blake has a book, Ren is helping Nora tell the story accurately and Weiss couldn't care less. More accurately, she is interested in cuticle care I guess. Jaune is playing with his food, Ruby and Pyrrha are worried... This table has it all.

- The situation is serious if Blake put down her book... Don't lie Jaune.

- Jaune's in denial. Team CRDL is bothering a lady named Velvet. Fucking hell.

- Cardin is a bully AND a diva.

- They can rocket launch their lockers to custom locations?! Locker launchers... I NEED to be in this school.

- Holy shite. Cardin and team are crossing a line now. Faunus rights really need to be better and implemented well. Wait. Blake is hiding her Faunus self? Awww. 😢

- The Velvet ending. So some folks haven't been given symbols. Gotcha. This music is making me want to cook Team CRDL over a bonfire while I dance in a circle around it. Good stuff!

Season 01 Episode 12: Jaunedice - Pt II

- "In time, your heart will open minds..."

- Jaune is sleeping. I thought he was a good student. Must be having a bad day. The teacher drinks a lot of coffee. Perhaps Jaune needs it too.

- This Professor is faaaaasst.

- Velvet and the other shadow figure raising her hand when asked about being subjected to Faunus subjugation and discrimination. That takes guts. 💖

- Weiss is a sincere student. Expected. The professor is so excited over Jaune's sudden urge to participate... Much kudos to friends like Pyrrha who try to help during situations such as these.

- Good Gods. Cardin is the son of a gun. A tool. He is less than a soldier. Fucking forker.

- This General Lagune tried to ambush folks while they were sleeping?! 🤬

- Blake's jab was so good. Chef's kiss!

- Professor Oobleck has green hair. I just noticed. Anime reference?

- Jaune and Cardin's after class scolding... "If you can't learn from it... You are destined to repeat it." Some people nowadays really need this lesson on history.

- Jaune gets shoved, Cardin is bad. Pyrrha is the best.

- The view is of Hogwarts. 😂

- Listen. The fact that Pyrrha bringing Jaune to a terrace makes him think about dying 'cause he feels he is messing up so much... Good Gods. This is suicidal ideation. Things be bad.

- Huh. I did not see this revelation coming. Really thought Jaune being at Beacon was entirely familial pressure. He didn't really want to be there or something like that, but had nothing else he was passionate about. Plus, expectations are a whole different can of worms. WoW... Still a familial pressure I guess. Just a lot more from his own end.

- Jaune needs to learn a valuable lesson. Holy hell. Heroes aren't made in a day and heroes aren't forged in solitude. He has already tried doing it on his own. Accept Pyrrha's help! Fucking fuckity fuck!!! This toxic masculinity is such a pain.

- Ah hell. Of course Cardin overheard it all... Shikes. Things got a lot more real here than I was expecting.

- Sneaked into Beacon. Now being blackmailed into helping a student cheat. Jaune. You are making me nervous.

- Sometimes the puns are so perfect and flow in such a natural way, it makes you wonder which came first. The original concept or the double entendre. Jaunedice is one such example. Works on so many levels.

- Professor Oobleck ending. Very mischievous music. Needed that pick-me-up.

(No spoiling stuff. Or I spoil your coffee with hot sauce. Tatas!)

[glitteringpriime]

A quick dismissal from Lulu made Kiera falter for a moment. “Obviously not like friends friends.” That much was clear from over the phone. “But friendly. You know, age range and a small town.” It sounded silly now, trying to explain it to someone like Lulu. Someone with standards higher than Kiera. Most people, really – but when everyone was the bare minimum or nothing, besides a select few, the bare minimum would start to seem more like something.

“I guess you’re right.” Though it was a sentiment that still made Kiera uneasy, there was nothing in Lulu’s words that were wrong. It really was the only guarantee they had. Scared of nothing, it was a sentiment she wished she could share. Even now with her adventure to live life a little closer to the edge, there was always that nagging fear of being caught. “Are you really not scared of anything?” Or was that just something people said? Was fearless an impossible standard to hold herself to?

The fun fact shared went over Kiera’s head for a moment. Too caught up in trying to think of cocktails she could name or how expensive whisky could be a revenge. Until it finally clicked. An olive branch. Understanding. Something they had in common despite being nothing alike. “At least those sound like really cool things to know.”

Lulu let out a snort. Leave it to Lou to scare someone silent on the other end of the phone. "Oh, they're not my friends," she quickly corrected. Friends were few and far between, and none that she would even consider close to the title had been on the chaotic call. Arguably, maybe, she could put Marshall on that pedestal, but it wasn't like she had any friendship with him beyond the activities they partook in.

It didn't seem like that much of a deal to speak the truth: Lulu, like the rest of the Bankses, had stared in the eyes of death, unafraid. "Well, it's true." She gave the other girl a shrug, nonchalant. "One of the only things in life that's certain, ain't it? Doesn't mean I'm temptin' anything to acknowledge it. Just means I like to live my life scared of nothin'." Not even sitting in the front row every Sunday could have God on someone's side, proven by the only funeral she'd be attending this decade.

"I know how to make cocktails no one's ever heard of and which whiskey's the most expensive when I wanna fuck with the men who look at me wrong." Lulu offered a small smile, understanding the quirks that came with a job that made the wages they did.