#tears streaming down my face in both instances

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I almost died twice today. (Only once, but the other hurt worse)

Both times were by food I'M NOT EVEN ALLERGIC TO

[bitchface24-7]

THE SEDUCTIVE PROFESSOR VIKTOR PT2

synopsis: after completing “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” with straight As your darling Professor Viktor decides to reward you. After all, you're no longer his student... So you two are no longer breaking any rules. And he can have you in Any. Way. He. Wants.

warnings: age gap (viktor’s gotta be anywhere in his 30s-40s to be a professor, reader is in their 20s (early to late I don’t really care) ), technically still a power imbalance, switch leaning dom!viktor, I tried my best to make this gender-neutral, this isn’t gonna be a full on story, just bullet points I come up with, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Please save me from this man, why is he invading my every thought and dream? He's making me realize things about myself.

PART 1

Being in higher education is a total pain in the ass.

Having Viktor as your professor made it a million times easier.

Especially since you finished his class as the top student. The look on Viktors face when the charts were released still gives you butterflies to this day.

You're officially a graduate of your STEM program! And with how amazing your grades are, and how many spectacular references you got; you were able to become Viktor’s TA. Allowing for Jayce to become the Lab Professor of “The Science Behind Magic: HXT101” (they still alternate roles. They hate being confined to one aspect of teaching.)

Especially since you're now secretly dating the most sought-after professor the academy has ever had.

You know it’s still frowned upon, a TA dating their superior, but at least it’s not as bad as a student fucking their professor. You're guilty on both counts.

You only have a scheduled class twice a week. Once on Tuesdays in the morning, and once on Thursdays in the afternoon. The rest of the week you're free to do whatever (and whomever) you please. It's mostly built this way so you can have enough time to grade almost a hundred assignments and still have time to relax.

You two have squeezed that schedule dry.

You've had sex in the classroom, in your shared office, in the library, in each others apartments.

You're fucking like rabbits.

You'll never forget when you were honestly, truly, just trying to grade some papers with Viktor in the library and all of a sudden you're getting fondled underneath the table and you're covering your mouth trying not to get caught.

You were rewarded that night with how well you behaved. You made sure you two didn't get caught. How sweet.

But there have been times when you've been bratty; desperately craving Viktor's love and attention.

And you got it, in the form of you getting your throat fucked and ass smacked with Viktors cane. He didn't stop until you had tears streaming down your face and your ass was a beautiful mixture of red, purple, and blue.

(you were too stubborn to use your safe word)

The looks of concern your students shot you as Viktor subtly yet smugly drank his sweetened coffee made your blood boil in both anger and lust.

You could barely sit or move due to the spanking, and you could barely talk due to the pounding your throat received. Making it so Viktor taught the class and you sat there pretty; and incredibly uncomfortable.

Some students shot you pointed looks but you pretended they weren't there.

But… there has been instances where YOU were the dominant one.

Where you sucked his cock under his desk, not caring if colleagues came in to chat. Even if it was the dean.

Where you rode him into the mattress, painting his pretty neck and chest with a smattering of hickies.

Where you sat on his face until your body gave out due to how skilled he is with his fingers and tongue.

You're not sure you've ever orgasmed this much before in your life, but you’re not complaining!

Aside from the mind-blowing sex… dating Viktor is like a dream come true.

He’s caring, sweet, kind, and thoughtful. He's still snarky and sassy with a dry dirty humour but… he's perfect.

And you wouldn't change a damn thing about him.

Even when you two are cuddled up in bed late at night and you're having a deep conversation, and Viktor’s insecurities peek through, you shut that shit down immediately.

You're in awe over the fact Viktor's never been in a proper relationship before.

You make a promise to yourself after learning that. You'll be Viktor's first and last relationship.

Till death do you part baby! You wonder which ring will look best on your ring finger.

(but that's a bit farther into the future. Enjoy your relationship as it is now with its sweetness and crazy freak nasty sex)

[shellxrls]

stepbro!rafe cameron x fem!reader…

warnings: degradation / mean!rafe / unprotected PinV / stepcest / fauxcest (very briefly)

stepbro!rafe undoubtedly has the most filthy mouth you’ve ever come across, and when he’s got you full nelson, speared open on his thick cock— there’s nothing you can do but take it, letting out an endless stream of pained whimpers into the tear-stained comforter while you do so.

“fuck you’re so tight it-‘ts like she’s swallowing my dick,” he groans, pressuring your lower back to fold you into yourself further, dick now probing at your cervix and scraping your insides at an agonising pace. sometimes he has a habit of taking about your pussy like you’re not there, like all you’re there for is to be a plaint hole, his conscious fleshlight.

other times he’s coming down from a paranoid coke-high frenzy, still bullying himself inside of you but holding your hand while he does it. looking you in the eye like a wounded animal, pupils flickering with indistinguishable emotion, “c’mon, tell me you love me— tell your big bro how much you love him.. fuckin’ say it.”

"i love you rafe, i love my big brother," hiccuped out so he'll finally push himself all the way in, stretching you out so wide you have to dig your nails into your palms and bite your bottom lip until blood is drawn.

both sides are mean though, and undeniably so. he’ll swat at your thigh or pinch your clit and laugh, licking the salty tears that swell up on your face when you’re made a mockery of, harassed for his amusement.

you can't help but crawl back after every instance though, pitiful and yearning, have him tuck you under his cruel wing again and get you dripping wet from a few lowball insults.

[fortheb0ys]

Just thinking of cumming in Soap numerous times. You're tired, nearly falling asleep. He's crying his face a complete mess. Cum's leaking out of his ass and the base of your cock soaked it in.

You had already been tired from your schedule being taken up by training the rookies. Relaxing with your boyfriend and going to bed early was your plans for the evening but not Soap's.

No, his plans was to be fucked stupid for hours.

Now he's riding you as your eyes flutter, trying your damn hardest to stay awake. He's getting desperate, chasing a far high.

He wants another round. Getting tire was something Soap wasn't going to be for long time. He'd cum more times than you could count and with little down time he'd start right back up again which is an instance like right now.

Soap had just came for the fifth time and you three. You're extremely exhausted and Soap quite the opposite. He could go on for another two hours but you were ready to call it a night.

He bounces vigorously with a pout adorned on his face, frustrated at your lack of effort. His orgasm was so close. All he needed was your hands all over him. To bite, pinch, grope, anything. No, all he got was lazy squeezes on his waist. Your tired fingers weren't enough to bruise him.

Noticing Soap's disappointed attitude, you try to engage with his wants. You'd massage his sides, grip his waist to slam him down on your cock. Just to stop when you became tired once again.

You're both dirty, covered in cum and all you wanted to do was fall asleep with Soap in your arms.

"Come on, baby. Need ta cum again. Just this once, please." Soap would beg as tear pooled in his eyes.

You look at the pout on his face as tears stream down his cheek. A new found energy courses through you. With all the strength you can muster, you flip Soap onto his back and begin slamming into him.

"Johnny, one last time and you let me sleep. Deal?" You snarl, making it clear that it WAS going to be the last one.

Soap nodded, slightly scared how quickly you changed your demeanor. You pulled his knees back till they touch his shoulder. Soap face twists to discomfort than to pleasure as thrust into him without warning.

You were going at it hard and fast, wanting to quickly get things done. Even with the sudden burst of energy you weren't sure how long it would last.

Rythm was no where to be found as you continue to fuck hard into him. Words tumble out of Soap's mouth in incoherent babbles. His velvet walls constrict around you.

You hit deep inside him in this position. He can feel you rearranging his guts. He places his palm on his lower belly, the tip of your cock pushing against it with each thrust. The feeling sends him into the stars, his vision blurry.

With a final thrust, you both come undone.

He got what he wanted though now it feels all too much. His spend cock sits between his folded legs, pathetically weeping out the last few drops of cum.

Pulling out of his gaping hole, Soap whimpers at the lost. You turn to your side tired and finally able to sleep. Your eyes feel like lead and your cock aches.

"Ask again and I'm sending you downstairs with a dildo and I'm locking the door."

With that Soap finally stills for the next, eyes closing as he pulls you close.

This was sitting in my drafts idk if it's any good, I didn't proofread it🤷‍♂️

[vrystalius]

Gyomei’s favourite dish.

His training is taking a great toll on both his mind and body. You took it upon yourself to make sure he’s eating regularly.

Flufftober prompt: Favourite food

Pairing: Gyomei x wife!reader

The smell of simmering rice inside your favourite pot and stir-fried vegetables filled the empty residence of the some hashira. You full heartedly supported the decision to plan a hashira-training instance in order to prepare the other slayers for the impending war against the demon king, but you are not approving the amount of meals Gyomei is skipping and nights he is skipping in order to either train his slayers or to train on his own. As his wife, you promised to each other to take care of the other. Your husband does that plenty by cooking meals, preparing baths or even cleaning the whole house. He’s incredibly sweet and so caring, so how can you not return the favour for once?

You’re preparing Gyomei’s favourite dish, Takikomi-Gohan. But since he’s still a devoted monk, you left the meat part out and instead used some fish your husband caught just this morning. Now, all you had to do is wait on your husband to return from his training and taste your with love (and with a hint of both boredom and loneliness) prepared dish.

You slowly got tired from waiting on him but were determined to stay awake, just to see the happy expression spread over his face once he realised you actually made his favourite dish. Finally, around midnight, your front door opened with your husband quietly treading through the hallways. Despite his blindness, he sensed your presence in the kitchen.

“Love. I believed you were in bed at this hour.”

Oh gods, his face looks sunken in and those black patches beneath his eyes reach all the way into the abyss, his clothes had a little dirt on them and the muscles on his forearm still looked incredibly tense, with thick veins protruding. Gyomei cocked his head slightly and approached you. You shoved the bowl of Takikomi-Gohan towards him.

“I cooked you a little something, I thought you’d might like to eat after training.”

You took his large palm into yours and handed him some chopsticks as a way to encourage him to take a bite. A soft smile spread across his face. Your husband sat down beside you and pulled the dish closer to himself before turning to you.

“Have you eaten today?”

His worrying made you smile a little. You patted his bicep to give him some physical reassurance.

“Yes, don’t worry. Please, go ahead.”

His smile grew and began eating the dish you so lovingly prepared for him. Tears began streaming down his face once he recognised what you’ve made for him. Gyomei gently placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb slowly running up and down.

“You remembered my favourite. Thank you.”

Your husband leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled softly and his affection and leaned your head against his bicep, your hand briefly brushing over his arm before finding rest on top of his large hand that was still resting on your thighs.

“Will you be joining me in bed soon? I’m tired.”

Hearing you say this made more tears flow down his cheeks. A hint of a smile spread on his face.

“If you are patient enough to wait on me to finish this meal, I can show you my second favourite dish.”

Knowing exactly what he meant by his smile, your whole face flushed and you gently slapped his arm. You’re not quite used to your husband flirting with you out of nowhere. Perhaps it’s the sleep depravation speaking for Gyomei.

🎃

Now, I really like Gyomei, but I’m always incredibly nervous whenever I write for him. I’m intimidated by both his blindness and his character XD also, I’m wondering if anyone ever reads my little author notes. I’m always just talking about silky unrelated stuff anyway, soo…

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves!

🎃 Oktober event masterlist 🎃

[marveling-cg]

I can't stop thinking about those 10 years or...

Izuku Midoriya recognizes a declaration of romantic intent when it slaps him in the face with a mechanical arm, and he's sick of Kacchan's bullshit:

Fucking Kacchan -- like everything else with Kacchan -- is complicated.

It'd started off simple.

A text late one night to Kacchan: "it's gone ...the ember is gone"

An hour later, and Kacchan had been knocking at Izuku's university dorm door

Izuku had fallen into him, amazed that Kacchan had traveled all the way from his campus to be with him in this moment

A kiss to Izuku's hair made him look up into vermillion eyes

Kacchan had followed it with a kiss to Izuku's forehead, his eyelids, his tear-stained cheeks -- he'd paused and Izuku hadn't dared to move, not even to open his eyes, unwilling to break whatever spell this might be

Kacchan had brushed his thumbs over Izuku's cheeks, cradling Izuku's face, as if Izuku was precious, delicate: "Let me make you feel good." Yes.

"Please."

And then Kacchan had moved with the kind of decisive action that never failed to take Izuku's breath away; only this time he had actually been stealing Izuku's breath, un-selfconsciously pressing the gentlest kiss to Izuku's mouth following it up with a series of licks and bites that had left Izuku unable to think about anything beyond Kacchan

His hands in Izuku's hair, the bite of his teeth against Izuku's neck, the warmth of him under Izuku's hands, the dizzying sight of him sinking to his knees

Izuku had come embarrassingly fast. Kacchan was as good at sucking Izuku off as he was at everything else, all hot mouth and large hands completely focused on holding Izuku captive.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean -- I mean I didn't want -- I still want, I mean if you want --"

"Zuku," Kacchan's voice had been serious, his stare arresting, "You think I'm done with you? You think I'll ever be fucking done with you?"

And then Kacchan had reached behind himself and pulled his shirt over his head; stood in one fluid motion and tossed a small bottle to the bed from one of his pockets. "Come here."

Izuku had crashed into Kacchan with all the urgency of years' worth of desire

It had taken almost the whole night to exhaust themselves, and even then, Kacchan stayed and held Izuku until he'd finally been able to sleep

In the morning, when Izuku had woken to the sun streaming through his window and an empty bed, he'd almost panicked.

"Shhh, go back to sleep. I've gotta get back to my internship." Kacchan was halfway through the door, but he stopped to look back over his shoulder. "But, I'm here, Deku. Always."

Then he was out the door.

Izuku'd crashed back into bed, only to realize there was a note left on his pillow: "You're still my hero, Deku."

And it might have stayed simple if either he or Kacchan had ever figured out how to have a proper conversation, but it was always heartrending confessions or almost nothing at all with them. It was easier when they were in person. Kacchan communicated through action. For instance:

After Kacchan left that morning, Izuku didn't hear directly from him, but suddenly the mostly dormant Class 1A group chat lit up

Ashido mentioned wanting to meet up to celebrate some of the upcoming birthdays; Momo thought maybe they could make a tradition of it, meet up once a month any month where 1A had a birthday; Tenya had a scheduling survey posted in the chat almost before Momo finished her last message

Then Uraraka and Tsu, both attending the same university as Izuku, had shown up at his door with snacks for an impromptu movie night

No one mentioned a word about One For All or Katsuki, but it all still felt like Kacchan taking care of him

"Did he tell you," Izuku asked once the first movie ended, "that we finally slept together?"

Once the shock of the revelation died down, the questions began: How do you feel about that? Have you talked since? Are you dating now?

That last one was where he got stuck. He wasn't sure. He couldn't explain what they were.

Tsu and Uraraka thought he should talk with Kacchan, but Izuku kept thinking about the night they helped Kacchan escape the League -- the way the plan worked because Izuku didn't press. When Kacchan was ready, he'd made contact. And Izuku had gotten his best friend back.

Izuku decided he would wait, let Kacchan lead

A week and a half later, when 1A met up for Koji, Shoji, Tsu, & Jiro's birthdays, Kacchan made a beeline for Izuku as soon as he arrived

Kacchan was clearly freshly off duty, hair a little damp, clothes clinging slightly from his shower

He pressed his way through the crowd, barely waited for their friends to make space next to Izuku before he was dragging a seat into the space

He settled in close, arm around the back of Izuku's chair, before butting his head lightly into the side of Izuku's. His free hand reached to Izuku's closest and pulled it into his grip and then to his mouth for a quick kiss

Izuku nearly died.

It's not that they hadn't spoken since that night, they had, but not about them, not about what that night meant. Kacchan had sent over footage from some villain who'd been good at evading their agency: "how would you stop him? the short version"; and there'd been random hero trivia, stuff that was hard to find online but Kacchan had gleaned from some old timers who consulted at his internship

Nothing that would have prepared Izuku for this; for fucking casual contact in the presence of their friends

All Might help him

When Kacchan found him after dinner, chatting with Jiro and Kaminari, and asked him, audibly, if he wanted to come back to Kacchan's place, Izuku had practically floated out after him

On the way over, he could sense Kacchan tensing up. They needed to talk - should talk. But, even Izuku could admit that sometimes there's was too much to say and too few words that would make any of it make sense.

He thought sometimes that's why they'd had such a hard time of it in grade school. What do you do with the knowledge that you and this other kid are permanent when you're 10 years old.

So when they got up to Kacchan's dorm, Izuku didn't say anything, simply took Kachaan's hand and pulled him close. The way Kacchan fell into the kiss, fell into Izuku's arms, like it was a relief, was all Izuku really needed to know.

It was a pattern they'd keep up over the next few years.

Kacchan stayed busy: school, internship, training, recovery. But he never missed a birthday gathering. And -- as they'd done since their second year at UA, they always met up on the anniversary of Kacchan's escape from the League of Villains at All Might's statue.

On the first anniversary of Izuku losing his power, Kacchan showed up at Izuku's dorm with a bag full of groceries: "Stop looking at me like that, dweeb, it's our fucking anniversary. Put some pants on so we can go down to the kitchen."

It didn't stop Izuku's tears, but it did muddle them into something closer to sweet than bitter

It was also how he learned that they were in fact (probably) in a relationship

But when graduation rolled around, and other 1A couples were preparing to move in with each other, Kacchan asked Izuku and Kaminari and Kirishima to help him move into a spartan little studio apartment a five minute walk away from his agency

"You've got that offer from UA. It wouldn't make sense for you to commute all the way from out here."

Which was its own manageable sort of wound.

What wasn't manageable was watching Kacchan constantly try to get himself killed:

Some time during college, Kacchan had named Izuku as his emergency contact

It wasn't a romantic thing -- more a Mitsuki Bakugo was a lot to handle when healthy & uninjured, and while she absolutely knew how to tune it down when her son needed her, she would absolutely flame the shit out of Bakugo if she felt he was taking unnecessary risks

So Izuku got a first hand look at Kacchan's fucking death wish

It hadn't been obvious at first; when they were in college he'd just seemed driven, eager to finish his degree on time, eager to leverage it plus his experience to secure a position at one of the best agencies

(Which was ridiculous -- he'd saved the fucking world in his first year of high school; he would have personal recommendations from Endeavor and Aizawa-sensei and All Might -- but Izuku could pretend Kacchan's work ethic made sense, could speculate that maybe Kacchan had some plans for their future that required it)

But Kacchan graduated, and moved into his tiny ass apartment -- alone -- , and never let his foot up off the gas

He put in hours at his main agency, signed up for work with the Security Office, took on every overtime opportunity for community outreach events

He was always working, rarely left himself time to get more than a handful of hours of sleep, let alone time to really recharge

He started making mistakes

Oh, nothing that would get him removed from the agency or any of his other gigs, but the kind of things that left him taking more damage than he needed, the kind of mistakes he'd dedicated himself to beating out of Izuku in training over half a decade ago

With every injury the warnings piled up: take more sustained damage here and risk doing permanent harm to his hand, one more fall like that and he might sustain the kind of concussion it took a year or more to recover from, another shoulder dislocation and he was looking at permanent tendon damage

It would have been one thing if the injuries were unavoidable, but Izuku watched the footage, scoured the web for every angle of Kacchan's fights and rescues. It was exhaustion. Kacchan was reacting slower, taking more risks, because he was fucking exhausted

Izuku had tried to be patient, tried to be calm, but Kacchan was a bull-headed asshole who refused to take more than medically prescribed days off, or give up any of his side jobs, or reasonably explain why he was driving himself into the ground with nothing to show for it

"Is this what it was like watching me with One For All? Because I completely understand why you beat the shit out of me to make me stop!"

"I can't stop right now, Deku."

"So I'm just supposed to sit here and watch you get yourself killed?"

"I don't want you to leave."

"But you won't so much as take a day off to show me that I should stay?"

The silence had been deafening.

You could call it a break up, their friends in 1A did, but Izuku didn't think he and Kacchan were capable of closing the door on each other. Not permanently. Every time they'd walked away from each other in the past, they'd come back stronger, closer. But he'd be damned if Kacchan died because Izuku had been permissive.

So, for almost two years, Izuku's world got quieter:

He gave up almost half of the birthday gatherings ("Sorry I'm on dorm watch duty, Aizawa-sensei will kick my ass if I skip!" "Big field trip in the morning guys, I won't be able to make it this time." "Nobody told me essays would take this long to grade! I'll catch you next time, I promise!" Please, please, please take care of Kacchan for me.)

And teaching really did kick his ass: he needed to get familiar with UA curriculum from the teacher side (because of the League of Villains he'd barely seen the traditional coursework his first two years), he needed to tailor it to his own teaching style, had to figure out his teaching style, and grading, and student discipline, and managing practical exercises while quirkless

In between all of that, there were still calls from Kacchan's agency infirmary or the nearby hospital. Fewer than before. But.

Izuku spoke with Kacchan's doctors over the phone, determined whether the situation was a send-over-a-1A-in-the-morning or call-in-Mitsuki-now and reminded himself why he himself needed to stay put

That didn't stop him from showing up at All Might's statue on the anniversary of All For One's reemergence

They'd sat quietly next to each other for a while before:

"Deku..."

"Are you going to slow down?"

"I can't yet."

"Okay. Be careful, Kacchan."

And Kacchan sent Izuku a small Deku statuette on their anniversary, one of the niche merch items sold by artists local to either he and Kacchan's childhood neighborhood or the area Izuku had patrolled after Shigaraki's awakening. It reminded Izuku of that note Kacchan left for him their first morning together.

Needless to say, when All Might asked to meet him after class he couldn't have begun to expect The Suit.

"Explain. What do you mean Kacchan...and 1A? Explain."

All Might wasn't sure how long Kacchan and Hatsume had been working on the idea, but sometime before college graduation their near complete prototype had been completely destroyed during testing

This is when Kacchan had reached out to All Might and the Security Office: If the SO could hire Hatsume and fund the most basic form of the suit, they'd be able to use it to allow disabled heroes with valuable experience (All Might, Hawks, Mirko, etc) back in the field, even if just in the capacity to train young heroes; Kacchan would continue funding the unique features he wanted for specifically for Izuku's

As Kacchan had already funded the basis of the suit's research and the SO had already been looking to recruit Hatsume, they'd been able to solidify the deal

But, the materials needed to make the suit as safe as necessary were expensive, even with folks like Jeanist (who'd created a new fiber for the undersuit that would afford Izuku more protection should a battery explode, etc) volunteering their time for free

Around that time, class 1A had had the.....opportunity to confront Kacchan without Izuku present

Once they understood what Kacchan was up to, they created a fund to support the completion of the suit

Izuku had struggled then. He knew his eyes were leaking, but he didn't have time for the breakdown this deserved, because he needed to be across town. He needed to see Kacchan's stupid, beautiful, infuriating face.

He barely remembered leaving All Might (he would call him later with a proper thank you); he booked a rideshare, plugged in Kacchan's location (they'd started sharing it in 2nd year at UA -- "I'm not gonna be stressed that you've gotten yourself caught up in some mess without backup. What if the ember burns out mid-reckless decision? Share your location, nerd.") and spent the next 30 minutes trying to understand it all

Why Kacchan had been so hellbent on working all the time, why it had all gotten so much worse after graduation, the desperation he'd had to continue. "I can't yet."

After 20+ years of friendship, it finally struck Izuku that Kacchan was always telling him the important things in fucking decade old callbacks

"You were looking down on me, you thought you were better than me." That fight at Ground Beta revealing some long held misperception.

And now, he was thrown back to a hospital bed the day One For All died: "I thought I'd be on your heels for the rest of our lives."

Izuku had tried so hard then not to read into that. Had tried not to read into a simple statement more than Kacchan could possibly have been trying to say.

But, fuck that.

The car stopped before Izuku could work himself from incensed muttering to a full body scream

He was shocked to find himself in front of Kacchan's apartment, but the little blue bubble on the map indicated that Kacchan (or his phone at least) was in fact in the building in front of him

It was rare for Kacchan to actually be home, he usually just caught naps at his agency unless he was taking a rare 24 hours or more off

Izuku couldn't care about any of it. He quickly coded into the building and made his way up to Kacchan's room. He couldn't sort himself out enough to find the key and so instead spent 20 seconds banging loud enough on Kacchan's door to probably alarm the neighbors.

Kacchan answered the door groggy and gorgeous, but the bags under his eyes were a reminder of why Izuku was here

"Why, Kacchan?"

It took him a moment to respond. "All Might told you?" And then, after Izuku nodded, "What the fuck do you mean 'why'?"

"Why do all of this? Why work so hard just for --"

"Just for the person who gave their fucking everything to save the entire world? To give something back to the person entire governments were content to let take the fall for their failures? I don't know Deku. Maybe I wasn't content to watch the one person who did nothing wrong lose the one thing he wanted most. Maybe I wasn't okay with that karmic injustice. So I did something about it. Because you're worth more than being relegated to the sidelines."

Fuck

Whatever anger or confusion had been holding back the swell of Izuku's tears broke then in the face of Kacchan's sincerity

Izuku barely registered the door closing as Kacchan pulled Izuku out of the hallway and into his arms

Izuku cried. For a long time. For the unfairness he rarely let himself acknowledge. For the way Kacchan, as always, had identified the problem and started working on the solution before Izuku had even finished processing. For the way the burden of fixing everything always seemed to fall on them. For the time they'd lost. For the time they would continue to lose if Izuku couldn't find the courage to speak.

He braced himself against Kacchan's shoulder because facing Kacchan had always given him strength: "I love you, Katsuki Bakugo. A decade ago you told me about a future you'd imagined. A future for the both of us. Together. If this -- if all of this -- wasn't about us and forever, can you tell me now so I can try and find away to kill this hope?"

"Deku, shit --" here Kacchan pulled him closer, a hand to the back of Izuku's neck, the other finding Izuku's hand to lace their fingers together. "Yeah, this is about...us. Forever."

Izuku moved then, bodying Kacchan into the couch, pressing himself into Kacchan's chest

"Good. That's good. I'm moving in. But not here. We're finding a place where our bed isn't the living room and the bathroom isn't next to the pantry."

"Tell me how you really feel, asshole." Said so warmly as to be an endearment.

"And you're taking time off. Real time. And dropping at least one job."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, Kacchan."

"Pushy."

"You spent the better parts of the last decade working to get just this -- so you'll deal with it."

"Yeah I did." Kacchan ran a hand through Izuku's hair. "What else?"

"Whatever else is left to pay for, it's mine. I've been getting paid to live in the teacher's dorm for the last three years. I've got savings --"

"It's done, Deku. It's all -- with everyone chipping in, especially Todoroki with his dad's guilt money -- it's all taken care of."

"Huh. Okay. But repairs are mine. If the Security Office or our agency or whatever can't cover it, it's mine. You've done enough."

"Mm, maybe."

"No, Kacchan. I'm serious. I need you to rest. I need you to take care of yourself. Let me worry about me for a little. What would have been the point if you burn yourself out just as I'm getting started. I want what you said. Us. Together. Flawless victories."

AND THEN THEY HEROED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Digital fanart of Octopath Traveler. There are full descriptions of all images under the cut. End image description.]

i'm just saying whatever random shit pops into my head now but fr if alfyn gets to have a southern usamerican accent whilst living in the medieval mediterranean then i think tressa should've gotten to sound like an italian mob boss. it's equality

also citation for the first comic

[Image description: A 2-page comic. On the first page, Alfyn slams his tankard on the table with one hand buried in his hair, and says with an exasperated expression, "Oh, godsdammit...! Me and my fat vagina!" Therion, who's sitting next to him, looks at him with a vaguely perplexed expression and asks, "Do you say that often?" Alfyn grins and replies, "I'm testin' it out. You think it'll catch on?" Therion says, "...It might just take off..."

On the second page, Therion says, "Well, anyways... Can I get a drink? Wine cut with ale and mead." The bartender says, "'Fraid that's not on the menu." Therion says, "That's why I ordered it. I thought the mix might have the same color as a certain stone..." Alfyn thinks to himself with confusion, "Huh? A certain stone? As in, the emerald dragonstone? Wait a sec..." His expression turns shocked as he thinks, "Is... is Therion colorblind...?! (So he DOESN'T just suck at identifyin' plants!)"

Next is a 6-page comic. On the first page, Therion wordlessly gestures to a Bed, Wed, Behead chart that is flanked by a pair of heraldic dragons: bed Alfyn, wed Ophilia, behead Tressa. Alfyn clutches at his head and sobs, "Y—YOU—YOU WOULDN'T MARRY ME?!" Therion shrugs casually and says, "First of all, it's the church that wouldn't marry us. Second of all, I can't bed Ophilia—she doesn't fancy men. So I think Her Incandescence and I could have a fine spiritual marriage. Be a chaste exemplar for the people of Flamesgrace." Ophilia blushes with a wobbly frown in the background. Therion points at Tressa with a flat expression and says, "And obviously, I'm not doing either of those things with Tressa. Because she's annoying. So, unfortunately, she has to die. for being annoying." Tressa plants her fists on her hips with a bright but angry smile and says, "Oh yeah?!"

Second page. Tressa crosses her arms and says, "Well, right back at you!" Her chart reads bed Ophilia, wed Alfyn, behead Therion. Alfyn wipes his tears away and says, "Wha—? YOU'D marry me, Tress?" She links an arm with his and says with a wink, "Sure! Why, it's the perfect opportunity to consolidate your business into mine! Thanks to my expert management, you'll finally have a steady income—you're welcome!" Alfyn says with bemusement, "Okay, shoulda seen that one coming." In the background, Therion observes with a neutral expression, while steam rises from the blushing Ophilia.

Third page. Alfyn rubs his neck and says with a nervous smile, "Gah... Alright, look... I'm NOT gonna marry anyone other than the guy I'm actually courtin', and if I killed the Flamebearer I think the Knights Ardante—or maybe the gods themselves—and also my mother from beyond the grave—would kill ME, so..." His chart reads bed Ophilia, wed Therion, behead Tressa. "Sorry!! And I'm takin 'bed' as another word for 'sleepover' in this instance!" Tressa throws her hands up in frustration and shouts, "AW, COME ON!" In the background, Therion observes with a smirk, while Ophilia drops her face into her hands, still blushing and steaming.

Fourth page. Close-up on Ophilia in the same pose as she silently presents her chart: bed Tressa, wed Therion, behead Alfyn. A shadow is cast over Alfyn as he stares in horror with mouth agape, eyes bloodshot, and tears streaming down his cheeks. Tressa whistles nonchalantly and Therion tugs his scarf up over his mouth; both are blushing slightly, quite flattered. In the background, Ophilia says, "F-forgive me, Alfyn!! B-b-but if Therion and I have already been wed, then...!" Alfyn falls to his knees and says with a despairing expression, "YOU ARE NOT ACTUALLY MARRIED!!!!"

Fifth page. Hanít gestures a bit reluctantly to her chart, which reads bed Primrose, wed Olberic, behead Cyrus, and says, "Mine apologies. Primrose and I cannot be lawfully wed, and Olberic would likely fare better at the traditional nuptial duels—so therefore..." Primrose says with amusement, "It's only a game, Hanít." Her chart reads bed Olberic, wed Hanít, behead Cyrus. "I doubt that Olberic and I would ever have anything to do with each other where beds are concerned... But, well, in this hypothetical, I'd like to take up the challenge of finding out what makes a knight of Hornburg whimper." Cyrus taps his chin with a thoughtful smile and says, "Hm... Yes, yes... Both your arguments are quite compelling."

Last page. Cyrus gestures elegantly with his hand as sparkles and roses surround him, saying, "I shall have to consider it further. In the meantime—what say you, Olberic?" Olberic stares at him, blushing, before power walking ahead of everyone else on the road. "Oh, my," says Cyrus. "It appeareth that we have flustered him overmuch..." says Hanít. "But sir, what about my theories?" teases Primrose.

The next drawing shows Cyrus in a redesigned sorcerer outfit, holding a wooden staff. He wears a pink overgown with a flared collar, a short hem, and very long and full hanging sleeves, accented with orange; a pink sorcerer's hat with an orange ribbon for a band and eight golden ornaments hanging from the back; a dark magenta doublet and thigh-high boots; a gold belt with three hanging ornaments; and a bow case decorated with three red, blue, and yellow beads with dark magenta tassels. The note beside him reads, "Dreisang said the category is FEMME REALNESS!!" Next up are Cyrus and Therion in their canon merchant outfits; they're both wearing dresses. The note above them reads, "And so did Tressa I guess??" with a doodle of Tressa winking, smiling, and giving a thumbs up. Finally, Primrose and Hanít wear redesigned merchant outfits. Primrose wears a white doublet with full sleeves and ruffs at the neck and wrists; a yellow, half-open jerkin with slashed folds at the shoulders and waist; yellow trunkhose with slashed folds at the knees; brown stockings; and white bear-claw shoes. Hanít wears a yellow full-sleeved shirt with a black ribbon fastening near the collar; a brown jerkin; short black paned trunkhose; and long brown boots. The note above them reads, "Oh shit she also said BUTCH REALNESS."

The final drawing shows Leon Bastralle and Tressa wielding their spears with shadows over their eyes. Leon demands, "Now walk the plank..." Tressa finishes with a grin, "And sleep with the fishes!" In a side-comic, Mikk throws his arms up around himself protectively and gasps, "YER GONNA KILL US?!" Makk clasps his hands together and cries, "I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" Tressa says with a nervous smile, "What?! No, c'mon, we're not actually gonna kill ya...! R-right, uh, Captain Bastralle?" Leon thinks with an annoyed expression, "Now I kind of want to just because you told me not to." The note next to him reads, "Hasn't completely lost his pirate's edge." End image description.]

[renn-phrs]

[𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑵]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s) : Haitani Ran, Wakasa Imaushi, Shiba Taiju

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s) : Religion based on Taiju's

I forgot who requested it but here you go (a 1 year ago request :D mb love)

previous | aftermath

≣ Haitani Ran

A man stood outside his high-end office, as his hand extended to the sky where water droplets fell to his hand. Rain. Roppongi's other side took on an eerie atmosphere as the rain poured relentlessly. He once love the rain, but now it’s just a hollower experience. A notification drew his attention, revealing messages from his dear brother who couldn't pick him up due to additional errands. Letting out a sigh, he loosened his tie and swiftly stashed his essentials into his briefcase before embarking on a run in the rain.

Not caring the expense of his suit, he dashed through the rain, indifference showing in his disregard for the dampening effect on his luxurious attire. Raindrops accompanied him as he hurried through the streets between office buildings and Sakurazaka Park. His steps halted abruptly upon catching the faint echo of a familiar laugh, a sound that once held a special place in his memory. Searching to pinpoint the source, his gaze eventually landed on a figure reveling in the rain. As he approached the railway for a clearer view, the dimly illuminated park made it hard to identify.

In the shadowy ambiance, the figure moved closer to a streetlight, revealing their identity. Ran's eyes widened, his lips quivering as he recognized you. A hopeful smile formed on his face as he attempted to call your name, only to witness a pair of hands wrapping around your body. Both of you laughed joyfully in the rain, oblivious to his shattered heart as he stood above, watching the person who now accompanied you in your playful moment.

His fingers tightened around the cold metal of the railway as he watched the two of you. Memories flooded his mind, and he swallowed the painful lump in his throat, witnessing you dancing with another man who now held you as dearly as he once did.

Now he understands why he once loved the rain.

≣ Wakasa Imaushi

‘Oh, how draining it is being in this house full of shit that I could not even understand how this hatred developed in my heart, proudly I once said to my heart he was the one for me. The one that would bring joy to the pain and guilt I was forced to carry. The man who once bowed to my presence now only bestowed upon me as a stranger. The one whose respect and tenderness only showed to me is gone as a current wind that passes by. Oh, if once I was not blind as a deer to light, I would’ve sworn to never be in any of his presence and avoid any circumstances that lead me to him.’ His grip on the note tightens as he keeps reading each paragraph to paragraph, letter by letter. 

‘Oh, that man, that man, I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him for the way he acts towards me, the calloused hands that wipe the tears falling from my eyes. The way he spoke to me in his honey-like voice, the way he calmed me down, pulled me close to him. Oh, I hate it. Those memories we shared are nothing but a lousy decision I had made before.’

‘Wakasa Imaushi. The man you are, the man I loved dearly. As you read this note, I will be gone. Gone from anything you wish me beforehand. I have forgiven you for the way you spoke ill behind my back, used my words against me, married me for my wealth and I have discovered instances of your infidelity within our relationship. I hope this is what you seek. I wish what you’ve wished before would go to you as your plan. I will not bear more guilt than I brought to my family for marrying a man like you.’

Tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the letter in his hand close to his heart. Pouring his heart out as he cries to the regret and guilt formed in his chest, begging the ones above to help him in any sort of way. The limp, cold body of yours beside him bears witness to the deeds and sins he has committed into marrying you for his own good. Now he must bear the judgment of your family's wrath and the ones above.

≣ Shiba Taiju

Clutching the cross tightly in his rough hands, he whispered prayers under his breath. The church, being unusual lively early in the morning, bustled with people coming and going. For him, this day held unparalleled significance, long-awaited and now unfolding before his eyes as he adorned himself in special attire. Casting his gaze across the church decorated with flowers, ribbons, and ties around the pews, he couldn't help but murmur, "Fresh," as he lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of a flower, a nostalgic reminder of the days when it was a gift presented before knocking at his favorite door. His eyes scanned the church's windows, capturing the sight of you, smiling alongside your family, a scene that sent his heart into a gentle flutter. Sighing wistfully, he tore his attention away to finish getting dressed. Standing tall on the aisle, he observed the joyous chatter of people, happiness radiating from their faces, just as the door behind them creaked open, heralding the beginning of a momentous day.

Taiju's gaze fixed on you, his heart skipping a beat as memories flooded back to the moments he first fell for you. Dressed in all white, you smiled, taking in the surroundings before your eyes locked onto his where he always felt like a puddle, seeing reflections of himself. Each step you took resonated with the songs and choir of people around, echoing the same dream he once had when he tenderly kissed your soft hand. Gritting his teeth and tightly balling his fist, he fought to maintain his composure, all the while your father beamed with affection as he gazed upon you.

As you walked down the aisle, embodying the dream he once envisioned, Taiju stood on the side, eagerly anticipating the moment when vows would be exchanged. As you reached him, you paused, sharing a heartfelt smile before turning your attention to the person you were about to marry. Taiju's gaze shifted down to the book in his hands as he carefully articulated the vows of The Marital Sacrament.

Choosing god's path was never his intention, let alone what you thought until you found yourself feeling betrayed by the letter in your hand that he wrote saying he is leaving you to Italy for choosing the path he has abandoned, asking you to move on and choose your own path. Leaving you alone with the hopes of him marrying you, and having the family he once said to you. The kiss you shared, the love you two built crumbles down as nothing he once had promised not to. Letting the pain and betrayal aside to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart as you force yourself to keep on the pace of life.

No sorry. No Guilt. No bid thee adieu.

Finding yourself in an engagement with your childhood friend, he mentioned having someone to assist in the marriage process. This reintroduced you to him after several years of his absence. As you met him again, the expression on his face failed to stir any emotions within you. Perhaps it was a testament to your acceptance of reality and his well-intentioned actions. The blame, you realized, lay not with either of you for choosing separate paths but rather with him for the approach he had taken. For the past few days, he had persistently tried to reach out, seeking to talk with you. Yet, you remained steadfast in your silence, refraining from responding to any of his calls or messages. It was only on the day you exchanged vows with the man you chose to marry that you encountered him once more. Gripping the Marital Sacrament, he bore witness to the solemn ceremony, watching the love of his life commit herself to another. The silent agony in his eyes mirrored the great realization that you were now bound to someone else.

RETURN — ©Reblogs are highly appreciated.

[icespur]

DadGoro Navigator Quotes Help

5/2: update: replaced some paragraphs with the originals in my Google Doc, Including some example quotes I came up with

originally I had a concept I was going to post about "Teen Akeshu Daughter from the future gets sent to the past during P5R", but I got preoccupied.

She tries to play matchmaker to get Akiren and Akechi on the right path. But she also can't risk revealing who she is, Akechi and Akiren don't know what to think of her. To them, she comes across as an unhinged Akechi fan that ships him with the Phantom Thief Leader for some reason, and is from the future, and looks like a mix of both of them if they squint real hard.

Akechi especially finds her irritating, and finds her very selective sharing of who she is very suspicious, and isn't buying her surname being “Akagi”. His detective senses are ringing like sirens that “🚨 THIS FUTURISTIC BITCH IS SUSPICIOUS AS FUCK! SHE’S CLEARLY NOT BEING TRUTHFUL IN THE SLIGHTEST, DO NOT TRUST, ALSO HIGHLY ANNOYING AND EVASIVE, MUST KEEP WATCH OF SUSPICIOUS TEENAGER! 🚨

So when Komari joins the Phantom Thieves in battle, and the rare instance where Akechi briefly takes over as Navigator, he especially makes his irritation of her known and just how much he doesn't give a shit what happens to her in battle.

("Akagi" is her "undercover" surname)

“Akagi-san’s health is down. Heal her I guess~” 

“What a tragedy, Akagi-san has perished.” 

“Oh, Akagi-san is fully healed and ready to continue to grace us with her presence~”

“Akagi-san has been incapacitated. Can't say I'm surprised.” 

But once he finds out she's his future daughter—-

Granted,the fact that he’s destined to eventually have intercourse that leads to knocking up his rival is—-alot to take in—-. but this is his daughter. His future flesh and blood, he—oh he feels like such a piece of shit 🤦. Curse his trust issues and natural skepticism, he was a fucking dick, how is he going to fix this? 

The “Daughter Reveal” makes him take a 180 in his behavior towards her. Something just clicks and “Fuck this annoying suspicious little shit.” Turns into “I've only known Komari for a couple of months, but if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” With zero warning. 

I am thou,

thou art I, 

Protective Dad Akechi has awakened! 

Komari becomes number 1 priority in battle, and he’ll freak out if she gets injured or inflicted with an ailment. He demands Joker to immediately help her like the whole world will implode in on itself if he doesn't. Other teammates or enemy strengths and weaknesses be damned, Komari is important. 

and this shows especially in battle.

The first time Komari gets severely injured in battle, Akechi practically teleports to her side and catches her in his arms. “JOKER, YOU BETTER HAVE A FULL HEAL ITEM ON HAND, USE ONE OF THOSE WEIRD DRUGS FROM TAKEMI-SENSEI YOU BOUGHT, HURRY! YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FAST ENOUGH YOU ONLY HAVE TWO POCKETS IN THAT COAT, HOW COULD YOU MISPLACE IT?! THE LONGER YOU TAKE FAILING TO FIND IT THE CLOSER MARI-CHAN GETS TO THE AFTERLIFE, ARE YOU THIS UNPREPARED AND USELESS WHEN THE REST OF YOUR TEAM IS IN DANGER?!” 

“You stay with me, don't you dare close those eyes, you are not dying on us. You're strong, you can get through this—-JOKER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!” 

Tears streaming down face while still yelling “PAPA’S HERE, I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, once your IDIOTIC FATHER finally heals you you’ll be all better.” 

In the scenario where Komari and another party member is low on health, Akechi ignores them. 

Ryuji speaks up faintly “Uh, hey. Hate to interrupt your guys' very understandable panic–but any chance you could throw me a full heal too?” 

Akechi growls back “Walk it off, Sakamoto-kun, this isn’t about you!” 

Just----the complete 180 from:

"Oh, what an absolute tragedy, Akagi-San has died, tip your masks in respect everyone. She will be sorely missed, if only we had a revival on hand~"

To:

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"MY BABY!

JOKER, GET THE REVIVAL ITEM, HEAL HER, HURRY HURRY, GET IT OUT FASTER, OUR PRINCESS IS FADING, ARE YOU THIS USELESS WHEN YOUR OTHER TEAMMATES ARE IN NEED OF HEALING?!

when infected with ailment, Akechi and Joker immediately tag team her with the feather fans to bitch slap the ailment away.

Akechi or Joker always perform a followup attack when she's having her turn in battle.

After a successful battle and if Komari's Persona levels up and gains a new ability, the in-game dialogue would be Proud Dad Akechi complimenting and drawing attention to it. Pretty much a more aggressive version of Prince attire Akechi leveling up. “Everyone, look! I gained a new ability. :) “ 

A couple example dialogues I came up with:

“Hey, everyone pay attention, what, were you all raised in a barn? Mari-chan gained a new ability.” 

“JOKER LOOK!---” Physically forces Joker's head to face Komari and her Persona (Even though he was already looking). “MARI GAINED A NEW ABILITY! HER STATS WENT UP AND EVERYTHING, SHE’S GETTING SO STRONG, MAYBE EVEN STRONGER THAN US, WE CREATED SUCH  AN UNSTOPPABLE BADASS YOUNG LADY AIIISTRHGHGJFGHSSGNSKJS.”

“I’m already looking.”

“THEN FUCKING SAY SOMETHING, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SELECTIVELY MUTE!”

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“My future princess is turning more and more into a powerful badass with every new ability 🥲🥹. Ahem I mean—-oh, Komari-chan earned a new skill, ooo, that’s a good one.” 

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“AHAHA! NOW YOU CAN MAKE YOUR ENEMIES QUIVER BEFORE YOU EVEN MORE! MAKE US PROUD.” 

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Then, a friend mentioned dialogue for other battle actions like Baton Pass and Ailments that I didn't even think of!

So I'm going to have you fellow Akeshu fans participate because I'm having trouble coming up with more Proud Dad Akechi dialogue.

Write some dialogue reactions for Akechi if his and Akiren's daughter was a playable party member.

(you don't have to fill out all these sections. Just, if you come up with a line for one of the below actions, reply or reblog with it and once I get enough participants I'll make another post.

Akechi/Crow: passes Baton to Komari: 

Crow/Black Mask response to Komari Attack Quotes:

Komari Dodges Attack: 

Komari Downs an enemy: 

Double Enemy Down: 

Down all enemies: 

Defeats an enemy: 

Defeats two enemies:

Defeats last Enemy:

Attack miss or Skill miss:

HP at 25% at start of turn:

Affected by Tarunda/Attack Decrease:

Affected by Rakunda/Defense Decrease:

Affected by Sukunda/Speed Decrease: 

Suffering from Shock:

Suffering from Freeze:

Suffering from Brainwash:

Suffering from Despair:

Suffering from Forget:

Suffering from Confuse:

Suffering from Rage:

Downed:

Recovers from being downed:

Incapacitated:

[nzeldahime]

His Puppy (RE2!Leon x Reader)

Oh look, a finished one shot fic !! Started as a drabble for my dear friend @leonspuppy and turned into a whole story (oops #sorrynotsorry) /-\

Synopsis: You go out with Leon & some work friends, things get a little uncomfortable so you leave and Leon has to comfort you at home

Notes/Warnings: my first fic! (posted at least), mention of bullying (@reader, not coming from Leon), gender neutral reader (no pronouns), lots of crying/sad vocab, fluff/comfort, no use of “y/n”

You had just wanted to get along with Leon’s friends and agreed to a night out with them. The two of you had decided to leave the work get-together early when you had ended up the victim of a scream attack. One of his coworkers had gotten a little too drunk and tried to make a fool of you in front of the unit. They kept on saying how Leon was too good for you and you were just a lost dog following him around. You couldn’t take it and started crying right then and there, another thing for them to pick on you about. Leon did his best to step in, which was him getting in between you two and telling them in a stern tone, “that’s enough.” He then took you by the hand and pulled you out of the building, the sound of that coworker’s yelling fading into the crowded bar. 

Now, Leon’s hand was holding onto you just as strongly as when he rescued you from that awful situation. He held it the whole way home, even in the car with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping you tightly; he only let go to help you out of the car, then it was right back to your hand. Tears were streaming silently down your face as Leon led you back to your shared apartment. As he carefully guided you up the stairs, he took glances back at you, a twinge of pain showing on his face as he looked at your tear stained cheeks. 

“P-please don’t cry, babydoll. We’re almost home,” he said with such concern. He almost sounded like he would cry too.

When you reached the door to your place, he stopped to peer into you once more. You didn’t want to look at him, make him see the pained expression you wore and your eyes trailed downwards, looking down at your feet. His hands found the sides of your face, making you face him. You couldn’t help but look into his baby blues and you broke down once again. The tears wouldn’t stop, you let them take over, and the whole ordeal turned Leon into a nervous wreck. 

“W-whoa, hey, I’m sorry, what did- did I do something?” You just kept crying and fell into him. He held you, a little bit confused, but was as delicate as possible while he reached into his pocket for the house keys. “I-I can’t find em,” you heard him muttering to himself, “dammit, where’d they go?” 

You tried your best to calm down enough to search within your own pockets. You stayed pressed against his chest, fumbling till you found the keys in your jacket pocket. Although without the strength to speak, you pulled away from Leon enough to place the keys in one of his hands. 

“You always were more responsible than me in most things,” he said in an attempt to lighten the mood. You sniffled, wanting to let out a little bit of a laugh, but the tears continued to flow. When he realized that was no help, he ushered you through the door after unlocking it as quickly as possible. 

Leon reached for you, taking the jacket from your shoulders and placing it on the hooks by the door along with his own. In the next instance, he gathered you into his arms once more. You continued to cry into his chest and he made gentle shushing sounds as he navigated your mushed bodies to the bedroom. He managed to sit you both on the bed, still holding you close. He placed a kiss on your head.

“I’m sorry if I can’t do more for you right now,” he spoke into your hair. “I wish I was better at this kind of thing.” He then began to stroke your hair, gentle comforting pats to your head in hopes to comfort you more.

“Y-you don’t think I-I’m a d-dog, do you Leon,” you questioned between sniffles and hiccups. You felt him pause his movements and grow a little tense, causing you to look up at him. He had an apologetic look on his face as he looked down at you. 

“I didn’t mean for you to think I was petting you! I just- I thought it would be soothing or, su-something,” he stammered, trying to get out an explanation. Now you couldn’t help but smile a little. 

“I liked it,” you stated. Relief washed over his expression. 

“Should I … keep going?” 

You hesitated, but then nodded. He continued his movements, his fingertips weaving through your hair and sending slight goosebumps on your skin at the sensation. You sighed in relief, your breath hitching as you stopped a sob from ripping through you. A few moments of this went by as you melted further into him with each touch.

“I like to think of you more as a puppy I can take care of.” Leon’s voice was low, almost a whisper, his words filled with a caring tone. He chuckled a little and added, “In a good way.” You smiled into his chest.

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s puppy,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled. You felt him chuckle again, the slight vibration against your face making you smile more. You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed lightly.

“Thank you, Leon.” 

He pulled away slightly, arms still around you, but enough so he could see you. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“For what?” You let out a giggle.

“For making me feel better, silly man.” 

You could see a slight blush on his face as his eyes looked elsewhere, avoiding eye contact. He was so cute, you couldn’t help yourself and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That got him turning redder and he immediately became flustered. He stood up, clearly nervous and lost on what to do next. 

“I uh - I should probably take a shower. Been a long day and what not,” he forced out. He was almost tripping over his own words as he made his way towards the bathroom. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

After Leon had finished up, you went to shower soon after. When you both were comfortable and ready for bed, you got snuggled up under the covers. He had an arm under you, resting his hand over your shoulder as you leaned your head on his chest. 

“I’m sorry about my stupid friends,” he said out of the blue. His tone was defeated. It all caught you by surprise, your heart skipping a beat as you recalled the encounter at the bar. 

“I know he was really drunk,” Leon continued, “but that doesn’t excuse the way he talked to you. I’ll have a talk with him at the station next time I see him.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “You don’t deserve that kind of talk. You’re more to me than they’ll ever know.”

You almost teared up at his words, so much happiness filling your heart. Bringing your arm over his middle, you gave him a light squeeze. 

“They were right about one thing,” you teased. 

“And what’s that?” 

“You’re definitely too good for me.”

Leon laughed and embraced you. His arms wrapped around you, enveloping you, pressing you tighter against him. 

“I love you, my little puppy.”

[ivygreen12]

TWISTED WONDERLAND

This introduction to my octavinelle story

(A/N): whooo this is my first twst writing btw!

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SUMMARY: Octavinelle x reader, part 1 of the story, reader is lost, again this only going to be an introduction I'm not even sure I'll continue this anyways,

WARNING: blood, this could be yandere but i didnt finish...

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When you had first arrived on this mysterious place, spontaneous questions quickly filled your thoughts. First, 'Where were you? How did you get here? And Can I go back?'. Alone out of nowhere in a pitch dark forest, your school uniform had dirt around your skirt, your black, once shiny shoes had been all covered with dirt. Tears had streamed down your eyes, and your face had been wrinkled evidence of your breakdown last minute ago. You were somewhere non-familiar, away from home.

When you had composed yourself, you struggled to get up, all that crying had left you weak with energy. Yet, you were determined to find answers on how you got here. A purr came from nowhere, you shift your head to the source, rather fast and startled. It was a cat, with a unique body proportion, you knew that didn't belong to normal cats for instance, it had a blue, flaming, pitchforked tail and ears that had blue flames as well.

You had believed you were in a dream for a moment there, yet you knew the blowing cold wind that made you tremble and the unbeknownst eerie ambience of the forest felt to surreal. Regardless you drew close to the cat, you decided to touch its head. The cat was affectionate and had let you touch it, purring and leaning into your touch. This action had lifted your smile upwards, a little.

You had startled just then, a rustle had been heard by the distance followed suit was a splash of water, "water?" The sound of water had awaken something inside you, you were rather parched for a drink suddenly. Although you hesitated you decided to see where the sound had come from. The walk had been not long with the cat following you when you found the source of the sound earlier, there had been a pond in the middle of nowhere, it was rather uncanny of how out of place a pond was placed there, there were no surrounding grass or rocks that surround it, no evidence of life and the pond looked quite still and quiet liked the sound earlier had not come from this pond. The pond had looked deep, it was unusually unnerving on how dark blue the water was.

You stood still, observing the water, searching for anything, the darkness of the water had almost swallowed your vision, your eyes were trained into the water, like the abyss and somehow you thought 'something' would stare back at you...

The roof your mouth felt so dry, you were thirsty. Almost like instinct you had walked close to the edge of the pond. On your knees, you scooped up the water in your hands it had look pristine, the water felt cold. You knew you shouldn't drink but the thirst from earlier had grown, you let the water slid into your lips. You had looked serene while you had been quenched of your thirst. Atleast one problem had been scratched from you list.

Upon opening your eyes you had been surprised, goosebumps was on your skin and you felt yourself cold... two pair set of eyes had looked back at you, observing you, like predators...

You were too scared to move, you thought it was a delusion from the water you drank, but the piercing glow of eyes installed fear into you, that you knew they were real. Then, those eyes had moved closer only then to reveal two heads... they revealed two men with rather pale-colored skin, each both having heterochromatic eyes, they were too entrancing, they looked deep.

Just then you were snapped out, when they had revealed a grin, filled with sharp set of teeths... oh no... you should run... you suddenly bolted away, but failed to do so when you were grabbed by sharp long hands around your feet, your scream was blood curling when they continued to grab into your thighs, to your waist, until to your whole body was swallowed by they're webbed hands, you tried to kick!, stuggle!, hold onto the ground!, ANYTHING! to get away,

Your shrieks had grew out loud when you felt a bite in your calf, tears had streamed down your eyes. All went quiet when they finally enveloped you into the water. The cold, frigid water felt like prickling needles on your skin, the pair of hands had held onto you so tightly that it felt suffocating, you felt strange appendages covering your body, you looked it was they're tails. Your blood had covered the dark water and just before you could close your eyes from the drowsiness, a sharp pair of grins and piercing eyes had come into your view, your felt so cold and the darkness surrounded you while, the only audible sound you heard were the cackles of your two perpetrators.

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Continue? Part 2

The end...

[stoutguts]

A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 4

(The final part, woohoo! Let’s get into it! :333 ALSO REPOST FOR REACH BECAUSE I FUCKED UP AND FORGOT TAGS AT FIRST—😬💀😭)

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

Link to part 3! Teehee:

“So, what’s got ye up so early?”, Johnny asks, as Simon hands him a fresh cup of joe.

“I thought I’d make ya breakfast. As a treat”, Ghost replies, blushing a bit,—pausing briefly to take a sip of his morning tea. “Also, I’m feeling better today.—I think I’m finally getting over this bloody cold”, they finish.

“Ah’m glad yer feelin’ better”, Soap says with his signature smile. Simon’s heart flutters. “Ye dinnae have to do that though, ye know ah’m not much of a breakfast kind of guy anyways—“, Johnny starts, but Ghost cuts his rambling short.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Simon blushes furiously. Ya took care of me last night,—when I was at my lowest. The least I can do is make ya breakfast or something…as a thank you”, Ghost says, averting its gaze, and rubbing the back of his neck.

Soap could’ve fucking wept at that.

Poor Simon wasn’t used to having things given to them, and someone not expecting something in return. And Johnny would be fucked, if he wasn’t going to shower the man with love and affection regardless if it’s reciprocated.

Soap’s love for Ghost, is simply unconditional. They’re his ride or die,—his soulmate.

In Johnny’s humble and infatuated opinion, Simon deserves the fucking world and then some. He’d fall over himself to give it whatever it wanted or desired.—Because that’s just how much he loves his partner.

“Oh Si, baby, ye don’t need to thank mae. He sets his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to them. Ghost, in turn, setting down their teacup on its saucer. Yer happiness and well-being is all that matters to mae. Ah’m more than content with ye just being by my side like this…”, Soap says, with now half-lidded eyes. Cradling it’s face in his hands, as it settles it’s own hands on his hips.

The two share a kiss before pulling back from each other,—shaky and gentle.

“But—“, Simon starts, utterly flustered, but is interrupted by Johnny kissing him again, His hands stilling cupping their rosy cheeks.

It’s more passionate this time around, and it makes Ghost gasp, breath hitching, and it’s pulse race. Small noises slipping from the both of them.

“No ifs, ands, or buts..I love ye Si, I love ye so much. Yer mae everything. Words cannae even describe…Yer more than enough Si..”, Soap says, babbling a little, closing his eyes and touching their foreheads together.

“Ah’ll tell ye over and over, as many times as it takes to get it through yer thick skull.—Yer loved more than ye could ever know. Yer not a burden or a monster,—yer Simon…..I hope one day ye’ll see in yerself, what I see in ye”, Johnny finishes, finally moving his hands down from Ghost's face to take his hands in his.

He opens his eyes again, only to be met with his boyfriend bursting into tears, with them streaming down like a waterfall.

His actions had always spoken much louder than his words,—that is,—until this moment. (And though his actions did certainly help things in this instance like usual,—he could tell it still wasn’t the real kicker).

Overcome with emotion,—and the fact that he may have finally gotten through to it,—he fails to stop himself from crying too.

Eyes wide but soft, vulnerable, and begging Soap not to wound them. Simon's lips quivering, and hung slightly open in a stunned silence.

"Di-Did I say something wrong?—“, Johnny begins to overthink, but abruptly stops, as Ghost unlinks their hands and embraces him. Burying it’s tear streaked face into his neck, and Soap can’t help but be transported back in time to last night.

Tears still flowing and soaking his neck, as he tenses up again, with his thoughts running wild once more.

Reading Johnny’s body language, Simon lifts up.

“Ya did nothing wrong. Ya said nothing wrong.—And I hope so. I hope I can love myself, as much as you love me.—Thank you. Thank you so much, Johnny”, Ghost sobs, before kissing him this time. Before he can even respond, a hand is gripping tightly onto his mohawk like a makeshift love handle, while the other arm is wrapped around his waist.

Feral, with teeth scraping against lips, and their tongues clashing against each other. Primal, with harsh breaths being taken in through their noses, and small moans and groans climbing their way out of their throats. Both of their faces now tear-streaked, and they can both feel the wetness of their cheeks pressing up against each other.

Simon flips them over to where Soap is now the one pressed up against the counter. Before Ghost finally pulls away, and peppers kisses all over his face and neck. Mouthing at and paying special attention to the scar across his eye and the one on his chin. All the while, Johnny is writhing, scratching his nails against their scalp and back.

“Woah…..He breathes out panting.—Well yer pretty chipper this mornin’, aren’t ye?”, Soap says teasingly, a bit dazed, with a goofy smile that’s so wide that it hurts.

Simon chuckles. “Uh-huh, though I'd be even more “chipper” if we could eat first”, it suggests, just as breathless, smiling just as wide, and is just as dazed. Before finally coming to, and lifting off of Johnny entirely.

“Sounds like a plan”, Soap agrees, suddenly more eager, after he hears both their stomachs gurgling and growling.

…

The pair chow down on a bowl of some semi-burnt scrambled eggs each, and black toast with jam (how appetizing,—strawberry jam for Johnny, and grape for Simon). Neither of them really being able to cook for shit. (Most times defaulting to eating out somewhere, or microwaving some frozen dinners. Sometimes turning on a movie or a nature documentary to watch while (and after) they eat. Cuddling up to one another, full and content). The team effort they had made didn’t go well AT ALL, and it was one eventful shit show. Left them both laughing and shooting the shit the whole time, (which is probably why they fucked up so bad in the first place,—minus their almost non-existent culinary skills). Ghost was in charge of the eggs (because if they weren’t, they’d be even more burnt), and Soap was in charge of the toast (which he promptly forgot about of course).

The two had already downed a banana and an apple respectively, for a more balanced breakfast. Both the core and the peel still sitting somewhere on the kitchen table, having not been thrown away yet.

As they’re finishing up their drinks—Ghost finally pipes up after a long bit silence,—on a relatively quiet morning, at least for them.

“I think I get it now.”

“Git whot?”, Johnny slurs, as he speaks with his mouth full.

“That ya…Simon huffs a laugh at the slurred voice, and blushes. He takes the final sip of his tea, before placing it down on the table…Really, truly love me.”

Wow.

It actually said it.

“Mm-hm,—he swallows—and just how much do I love ye?”, Soap prods further, a mischievous grin on his face. He sets his fork down in his bowl of eggs, and puts his half-eaten toast back on their large, shared plate. (As they decided to consolidate, as to not have to wash so many dishes). (Not to mention, the bowls they’re eating out of are disposable).

Fockin’ Bastard.

“M-more than anything in the whole wide world…”, Ghost chokes out, avoiding Johnny’s gaze. Viciously taking a bite out of their toast.

Embarrassed as all hell, as it knows that it’s as red as a tomato at this point,—he can fucking feel it.

And he hates it, but somehow loves it, at the same time…

“That’s right. And who are ye?”

He raises an eyebrow, with that shit-eating grin still on his face.

“Simon Riley…Simon “Ghost” Riley.”

It corrects, before he can reprimand him. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly,—but with no malice or venom towards himself.

“Good boy. And don’t ye ever forget it”, Soap says, before simply turning his attention back to his food.

Ghost still pink, practically glowing at this point, with their pale skin not doing them any favors. They rub the back of their neck, before doing the same, trying to scarf it down as fast as possible. So it can excuse itself from the table,—as soon as possible.

…

The rest of day was spent in more bliss than ever before.

The couple’s bond having been forever strengthened and deepened,—from a seemingly ordinary weekend.

No longer would Simon harbor doubts about Johnny’s love for him. No longer would Ghost be afraid of being vulnerable or opening up around him.

It’s last reinforced concrete wall had been blown to smithereens, to hell and back, and here he was exposed in all his glorious beauty…

Soap be damned if he wouldn’t protect them with all he’s damn well got.

He’d be his life preserver when lost in the deep ocean and crashing waves of their own mind, own psyche. Be there for it when and wherever possible, drop everything, just to give him a mere pint of comfort. He could care less about them venting to him,—they could include all the specifics and gory details, and he wouldn’t even flinch. Simon would have his full attention, like he’s in debrief. Offering solace when and where he can,—in between listening like a dog with it’s ears perked up, at a noise that had caught it’s attention.

He’d watch it’s six,—always. Providing cover fire,—for their sake and their sake only,—he likes to make it’s job as easy as possible after all. Ghost’s own personal one-man clean up crew, aiming to save them from the exhaustion or stress. He’d butcher every last fucking tango, shadow,—every person who dare lay a finger on them. Johnny’d take a bullet through the head again,—just to save Simon and have the satisfaction of knowing he’d be okay,—that they would make it out alive at least.

He’d give his life up for him.

And Johnny damn well knows they would do the same, and then some. Possessiveness being one hell of a trait of it’s.

But now, there was no more walking on eggshells around him.

No more fear of crossing lines or boundaries. The two now harmonious in their radiant love.

~Fin.~

SOFTIE/SHY GHOST MY BELOVED

SOAP BEING THE BEST AT TAKING CARE OF HIS MANS MY BELOVED

I AM A PROUD SIMP OF THE WHOLE SOULMATES OR CHEESY ASS STAR CROSSED LOVERS TROPE SUE ME, I EAT THAT SHIT UPPP

I want to thank everyone for their support and stuff on this! I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, because I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it!! :

[one-winged-dreams]

Cold

ship: what do angels dream of (angeal x adriel) source: final fantasy vii au: monster au word count: 445

I DIIIID a fic. To go along with the new AU design. There are a FEW fics I want to write for this AU for self-indulgent comfort purposes but have this sickeningly sweet one first.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess @little-miss-selfships

"You look very beautiful today," Angeal's voice gently soothed the creature whose head lay resting in his lap, "Just like always."

Its ebon locks alone covered the extent of his folded legs, cascading down his knees and onto the ground where it spread in a wide spanse beneath its marble-white form. And just like marble, the front arms remained as stone crossed over its chest, unmoveable and keeping that ribbon of gold cinched around its throat.

But the secondary set of arms lay in an asymmetrical manner, one splayed out on the ground next to it, the other reaching up to place its sizeable-in-comparison hand upon Angeal's shoulder.

Adriel was substantially larger than Angeal in this form, the only manner he could be so. Angeal's own Penance form towered over even this 8+ foot tall monster, and it was only when Adriel and Adriel alone became so that he was the largest.

But as sizeable as he was, Angeal never minded these quiet moments where Adriel lay in his lap to the best of his abilities - if not just his head. As he continued to stroke his hair, running his fingers through the silky strands, he wondered if Adriel found the sunlight cascading down upon them bright. Though tears of gold ran down his face in a continuous stream that never seemed to drip, wings took the place of eyes in this instance.

Angeal supposed it didn't matter, Adriel seemed to be enjoying the warmth and fresh air well enough.

As if to confirm this claim, a soft sigh left the monster's lips, an echo of chimes to the ears. This brought a smile to Angeal's face.

"Warm for this time of year isn't it?" he mused, continuing to caress, "I hear it's going to get much colder soon, so best enjoy it while we can."

Adriel responded with whispered mumbles of not-words that echoed and chimed, just as his sigh had. And though Angeal did not understand him, he acknowledged that Adriel was happy with how things were now.

"That's my sweet angel," Angeal continued to speak, soothing and grounding, "When you come back, I promise I'll keep you warm. You're a bit chilly yourself right now," he followed with a chuckle.

Another ethereal breath spread Angeal's smile, crossing his right arm over himself to place his hand atop the one that lingered upon his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. You know I don't mind," Angeal continued to fill the silence for the both of them, giving that still-pliable marble-esque hand a gentle squeeze, "Let's just enjoy the sun for now."

Which they would ultimately proceed to do. Up until Zack showed up.

[chanis-banani]

As I promised, here comes my request (earlier than I thought): a.c.e dominant headcanons would be nice 😙. Take your time.

Taking my time??? With a.c.e??? Impossible - I'm way too hyped about this concept!

I probably made some of them a little more dominant than they would likely be, but who cares - it's all about the fantasy

warning! intense 18+ content ahead! read at own risk!

very dominant a.c.e // genderneutral reader

content: swearing, dirty talk, oral, fingering, masturbation, sensation play, daddy kink, praise, voyeurism, bondage, spanking, teasing, edging, biting, finger-sucking, reader being used as a pet and a toy, aftercare, thigh-riding, collar + leash, brat behavior, choking, hickeys, scratching

Jun

his dominance is expressed mostly through his charisma

he has a certain stare and way of talking that just make you want to be controlled by him

there's one thing that sends shivers down your spine every time he does it, so he makes sure to do that a lot: putting his lips like 2 cm away from your ear and asking: "are you going to be good for me tonight?"

and when he goes down on you, he makes sure to look up at you with those gorgeous eyes of his and gives you a little smirk

speaking of oral; he loves it when you suck his cock for him

he'll hold you tightly by your hair and thrust his dick into your mouth, leaving the back of your throat bruised for days

but he can be really gentle too

lovingly stroking your cheek while he admires how pretty you look with his dick between your lips

and he doesn't mind if you use your teeth a little (or a lot)

he is such a dirty talker

he will lay you down on the bed and press soft kisses on every inch of your body while he whispers about all the things he is going to do with you

spends ages on foreplay to make sure you aren't just in the mood - but completely desperate for him

only to continue teasing you until you're begging him for just the slightest touch

he loves to use his hands on you

rubbing painfully slow cirles on your sensitive spot to make you squirm in despair

or inserting just one finger into you and barely moving it so you get even more needy

he's a huge tease and not easily satisfied

even when tears are streaming down your face because he's been slowly rubbing the same spot for 15 minutes without allowing you any real pleasure, he thinks you could be more desperate for him

he wants to be the only thing on your mind

Donghun

a soft dom and lowkey a service top - your pleasure is his priority

he will tie you up and take his sweet, sweet time caressing your body, rubbing your belly and pressing kisses on your cheeks and forehead

is a voyeur too - he just loves to watch and stroke your naked body

sometimes he'll give you a toy so he can watch how you pleasure yourself in front of him

another thing that gets him going is watching how your body reacts to things

when you get goosebumps because you can feel his breath on your neck

when you arch your back because he hits your sweet spot

when you shiver as he runs an ice cube over your stomach

when you tense up and tug on the ropes because you can feel his tongue on your sensitive area

and since your reactions are more intense when you can't see what he is doing, you will be blindfolded a lot

loves it when you call him "daddy" and tends to praise you a lot

okay now that we've covered all the cute stuff, let's get to his hard dom side

he likes to show off his strength as a reminder not to get on his bad side - for instance by lifting you up so he can drill himself into you while you have your legs wrapped around his waist

Donghun works with a two-warnings-system if you misbehave

he already likes sensation play because he gets too see your body's reaction to different feelings, but that turns into impact play if you ignore both of his warnings

he loves to watch how you squeal and struggle when he spanks your ass with his bare hand

but once you're done, he makes sure to kiss the red marks on your skin and cuddle you to sleep

Sehyoon

this man is so needy, he will mostly be focused on his own pleasure when he's dominating you

there is always some hint of despair in how he fucks you and he has very little control over himself

so things get very messy

his precum will be all over the bed and your body, not to mention what happens when he reaches his climax

he will kiss you right after going down on you so you can taste yourself

and if you give him a handjob, he will make you lick the cum from his dick after his climax

everything about the way he has sex is somewhat impulsive

he throws you around in different positions every few minutes, he constantly changes which of your body parts he is playing with, and he digs his nails into your skin so harshly that you can still see those marks the next day

he will also bite down on your shoulder as he fucks you from behind

Sehyoon couldn't be a voyeur if he wanted to, because he gets way too needy way too quickly

very noisy - lots of low grunts and swearing under his breath

even when he takes on the dominant role, he whimpers a lot

he's also obsessed with shoving his fingers into your mouth

it gets him going when you suck on his thumb or nibble on his index and middle finger

short scenario: You're thrown onto the bed face-down and you immediately feel Sehyoon's weight on top of you. Without giving you any time to catch your breath, he inserts himself completely into you, while pressing several kisses in between your shoulder blades. You can't even get used to this position, because he's already pulling your ass up for easier access while he brings one of his hands to your face. When his index finger brushes against your lips, you open your mouth so you can bite down on his finger. At the same time, you feel his breath in your neck, followed by his teeth sinking down into your shoulder, making you let out a loud squeal. Nothing feels better than him using you like this.

accidentally leaves you completely ruined

Byeongkwan

completely ruins you on purpose - he's so rough with you oh lord

you belong to him

he always gives you two options to choose from

option 1: you get to be his pet

this means that you get the chance to beg and plead and if he's feeling particularly considerate, he might adhere to your wishes

and he will pat your head and tell you how good you're being for him and how well you're taking him

but ultimately, he has all control

option 2: you get to be his toy

your desires go out the window - your body becomes a playground for him that he will use however he pleases

which frequently means that he teases and edges you for hours, no matter how much you cry and beg for him to finally let you cum

and once you finally cum, he switches to the opposite end of the spectrum; making you cum again and again and again until you're so overstimulated you can't even pronounce his name

once you choose either option, there is no going back unless you use the safeword

but no matter what you choose, he will always make sure to give you the best possible aftercare

which you'll need, because once Byeongkwan is done with you, you will be a dripping, groaning mess

he loves to make you ride on his thigh for ages

not only is this a perfect way to edge you, it also allows him to hold you tightly in his arms and make out with you in the meantime

and he loves it even more when you become so overstimulated that you turn into a messy puddle, depending on him to hold you up so you don't fall off his thigh while he continues to make you ride him

Chan

one kinky fuck, that's for sure

this man isn't just switchy, he likes to combine being dominant and submissive at the same time

he'll wear a collar around his neck and let you hold the leash

all while wrapping his hand around your neck to push you into the mattress and fuck the living hell out of you

sometimes he gives you control over him and lets you use him as you please for a while

but that's mostly because that makes it so much hotter when he suddenly switches

he loves to overpower you when you least expect it

he's not into bondage though, because he prefers to see how you make failed attempts to take back control

when you're frustrated because you've already tried to overpower him three times, he laughs at you and asks if that's all you've got

basically he wants to be a brat and a brat tamer at the same time and he gets bored if you submit too easily

Chan loves forcing you to look at him, for instance by curling his finger underneath your chin and lifting your head up at him

but he loves it even more when you're so lost in bliss you can barely keep your eyes open, so he gets to tell you: "I want you to look at me when I fuck you, baby. You know that."

nothing gets him going as much as choking and that goes both ways

when you make desperate eye contact with him as he has his fingers wrapped tightly around your neck

and when you hold his neck as an attempt to gain at least a little bit of power over him, while he roughly drills himself into you

he leaves so many marks on you, especially hickeys in your neck

and he isn't satisfied unless there are huge scratches from your fingernails on his own back - that's how he knows he's done a good job

[beanzwrites]

Genshin College Au: Part 2

Author's Note: This is my depiction on what I think Genshin characters would be like in present day college.

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❄️Eula:

For a senior, Eula tends to mind her own unless someone ticks her off. She’s not mean per say, but her attitude about things tends to keep other students away. For instance, the one time a freshman took the last muffin from the cafeteria, Eula made it her mission to track them down and declare vengeance on them. It was a good thing Amber was there to calm the  situation; the tears that began to stream down the freshman’s face would not have been a good look on the director of the dance club.

Despite her odd reputation with the student body, she has many friends within the counsel. Whenever a report is made on her for misconduct, it is usually Yae Miko that handles it. Despite only talking a few times, the mischievous Miko took it upon herself to look after the odd-ball Eula. You can find her most mornings having coffee with Jean and Rosaria. With her physical background, you can be sure she has met her fair share of athletes. Whenever her status forces her to the gym, she finds herself sticking to the lead tennis player, Kaeya. 

If you ever get the chance to become close to Eula, you can be sure that she will look after you, even without you knowing. She may have a tough exterior, but she does truly care for the people who give her a chance.

🍺 Beidou:

Beidou is the captain of the basketball team. Her life is on the court, and she practices non-stop to perfect her craft. Her teammate, Gorou, has taken it upon himself to help her as much as he can. Despite her being okay with being by herself, she gave up on trying to tell the freshman that he didn’t have to worry about it. Beidou has great skills when it comes to what she does, however; when a particular team pushes her buttons a little too much for being a girl, she will make sure they leave the court with red faces by the end of it.

 In the off seasons, she helps Yun Jin with props on upcoming performances and visits Kazuha in the Poet’s Society when she can. Many a time, you can spot her in the home ec room with Thoma as he teaches her a new recipe he came up with. Ironically, she has a thing for Nigguang in the student council. As carefree as she is, she settles down when Nigguang wants to share a new business idea with her. Though both of them are guarded in their own right, they both seem to soften in each other's presence. 

In all, Beidou is a great pal to have when you need motivation. She will push you hard and praise you when you finally accomplish your goals.

💃 Yun Jin:

Yun Jin has a lot going for herself, and she’s only a sophomore! Majoring in theatrical arts, She uses her time to fill her passion. She is the assistant director for the drama club, and is usually the one promoting performances and gaining traction for the club. She is also one of the lead singers in the school’s choir. Despite her rising popularity, she’s very modest with herself and tends to remark very often, “Looking back on my youth, I was terribly arrogant and captious… my goodness. I shall never let myself become vain again.”

Yun Jin is great friends with the dance class, and likes to partake in some of the classes from time to time. With her kind-natured spirit, she became very close with the dancers Shenhe and Eula. From time to time, they’ll allow her to bring her troupe in to observe and get inspired. Yun Jin loves constructive criticism, and will ask on many occasions how to perfect her craft. She will usually go to her senior, Zhongli, to ask questions and receive feedback. Though she hardly needs any at all, Zhongli is more than happy to put his take on it. In the small free time that she has, she likes to spend time with Xinyan, whether it be talking about modern rock or jamming out to their favorite songs. Yun Jin is open to anyone and likes hearing about other people’s passions.

Yun Jin is a very good friend to have. She will never compare herself to you and will support you on whatever you decide to do. She’s also very honest, and will help out however she can.

[turinspeachjam]

Steve drove for a while after ditching Tommy and Carol.

He should have realized saying that shit about Nancy and Jonathan wasn't okay. He shouldn't have let his anger get the best of him. He acted like his dad and the more Steve thought about it, the more obvious it was that Tommy and Carol had always encouraged him to behave like that. They constantly were egging him on, making him angrier and angrier until he lashed out.

He didn't want to lash out. He didn't want his so-called friends to encourage that shit. He used to be kinder, gentle. He used to be more like his mom.

It was that thought that made Steve pull over. He couldn't really see the road anymore, his vision completely blurred both by tears and the shiner Jonathan gave him. Steve couldn't remember the last time he cried like this; tears streaming down his cheeks, snot dripping from his nose, his breath growing quicker and more panicked. He felt like he was drowning.

Then someone knocked on his window and scared the shit out of him.

He turned his head to look at the intruder, hastily wiping the tears from his eyes only to wince when he accidentally touched his bruised face. It was some girl he vaguely recognized. They probably went to school together. He thought she might be in band, but he had no way of knowing unless he actually asked her. Then again, that might make the fact that she was an apparent witness to his emotional breakdown even worse. God, he did not need rumors of "Crybaby Steve" circulating the school, especially after his fallout with Tommy and Carol. Desperately trying to calm his breathing, with varying degrees of success, Steve rolled his window down.

"Can I-- Can I help you?"

His voice cracking nearly sent him spiraling again, tears welling up once more.

"Is there a reason you picked my front lawn to shatter to pieces or am I just that lucky?"

He couldn't tell if it was the bluntness of her words, the deadpan delivery, or just the fact that she had the audacity to joke about the whole thing. Whatever it was, Steve burst out laughing. He sounded hysterical to his own ears, but it was a hell of a lot better than crying. He tried to reign himself in when she started looking nervous, but he could only taper his cackling down into breathy giggles.

"S-sorry. I don't know why-y I'm l-laughing."

The girl snorted at him, shaking her head in exasperation that seemed both irritated and fond.

"That's fine. We'll start with something easy. Why are you on my lawn?"

Steve glanced away from her and out the window and, sure enough, his car was halfway on her lawn. He turned back to her, sheepish.

"I, uh, I couldn't see the road. Sorry."

She blinked for a few moments, her expression betraying nothing on how she was feeling. There were a few instances where she looked like she was going to say something and decided against it. To say the least, her silence made Steve increasingly nervous.

"Do you want to sit on the grass for a bit?"

She seemed hesitant to make such an offer, but he could tell it was genuine nonetheless.

"Yeah."

So they sat on her lawn.

They sat on her lawn for hours. Talking, tearing up bits of grass and throwing them at each other, just simply existing in the moment. It was the most calm Steve had felt since he started high school.

"I'm worried that I went too far. That it won't matter if I apologize to them or not."

"It doesn't matter if they forgive you or not. It's important that they know you are aware that you fucked up. Acknowledge that you were in the wrong and don't want to make that same mistake. It sucks, but it's what you have to do if you wanna make it right."

"Yeah. Thanks Robin. You're really cool."

"That's quite the complement coming from The Hair."

Steve groaned, knowing full well what that nickname indicated. He laid back on the grass, gaze fixed on the darkening sky.

"Hey Robin?"

"Yeah Steve?"

"Would you maybe want to be friends? I don't really have any real ones."

And what a depressing thought that was. It was true, though. Tommy and Carol have never been real friends, not in the way he needed them to be. The closest thing he had was Nancy and look at how that turned out so far.

"Are you for real?"

Robin sounded bewildered and it made Steve wonder how isolated he made himself out to be that anyone would question why he might want to befriend them. God, popularity ruined him.

"Yes?"

Now he was anxious that Robin was only humoring him. Of course she wouldn't want to be friends with him. He was a complete loser, just like his dad always said.

"Okay. Yeah. We can be friends, Steve."

The warmth that spread through Steve was lightning fast. It felt almost as good as when Nancy would sneak away with him to make-out at school. Maybe even better.

"Cool. Thanks, uh, for all of this. I didn't mean to just kind of dump my shit on your lap, but I'm glad we met. Yeah. Anyway, I've got apologies to make. I'll see you later?"

He glanced at her from the side, a shy grin taking over his face. She smiled back and gave him a playful shove.

"See you later, Harrington. Tell me how it goes!"

Steve rushed back to his car, determination settling in his gut. He'd apologize to Jonathan first. It was only right.

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Robin wouldn't go as far as to say that she was worried, but she was definitely curious. A tad concerned maybe. It was just that Steve hadn't been to class for the last three days. Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers hadn't either and perhaps that was why Robin found herself anxious. After all, Barb Holland and Will Byers went missing recently. Who's to say the same thing couldn't have happened to those three?

Robin smacked her cheeks a few times. There was no sense in getting worked up by worst case scenarios. She'd get the facts, one way or another, even if it meant venturing all the way to Loch Nora to find Steve.

That plan turned out to be wholly unnecessary because Steve walked into class right as she had that thought. He looked a little twitchy, his eyes flicking across the classroom like they anticipated danger. It wasn't long before he clocked Robin. She waved and the smile that blossomed on his face was so bright she thought she was going to need sunglasses.

He went straight for his seat right in front of hers and immediately situated himself so that he was facing her.

"Hey Robin!"

"Hey yourself! Did everything go okay? I haven't seen you in class."

He studied his hands for a moment, a distant look passing through his eyes like he was remembering something, before he smiled ruefully at her.

"Yeah. Everything went okay. I would've come in yesterday, but my mom wanted me to rest at home. Wasn't feeling too good. I'm here now though! Ready to actually pay attention for once."

Robin snorted right as their English teacher entered the classroom. Steve spun around quickly to face the front, but every so often he turn his head halfway toward hers and make faces at her. She shoved him every time, a smile playing across her face.

Steve Harrington was a wild card, but Robin had a gut feeling that they'd be good for each other.

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Happy Platonic Stobin Month! I have no idea how much I'm actually going to participate, but I did write this thing! So I hope y'all enjoy! (Prompts 1 & 20: Alternate Meeting/1983)