#that's what the scene felt like omgg

[paint-music-with-me]

Only Friends 4 3/4 - "I know it's not my place. But don't get serious with someone like Ton. He's nasty." "I know. I am too." 🤝🤝🤝🤝 Euphoria 2x04 - "What you don't understand, Nate, is that I am crazier!" "That's not something to be fucking proud of, Cassie!"

[sh0tanzz]

Who do you think would be the mtl jealous bf in riize?

OMGG ive been waiting for an ask like this 😭

MTL JEALOUS BF IN RIIZE based on astrology ~

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew them myself !!)

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Sungchan - Tbsh his jealousy would be pretty overboard and extremely obvious like a blaring red signal. He would NOT play about you. His cancer moon makes him pretty sensitive and obvious with his emotions so if he felt jealous he'd get in his feelings or even sulk/ruminate as well as he'd take it pretty personal and have a hard time letting go. His leo venus makes him pretty dramatic 😭. This venus paired with his moon might make him cause a scene or "act out" . His venus+moon leads to him wanting your care and attention on him and him alone. His cap mars screams possessiveness and being restrictive, he'd get so possessive do not let him see you laugh at another guys jokes or be helpful to another guy he'd be FUMING .

Wonbin - I honestly wasn't going to rank Wonbin this high but then I remembered his taurus mars paired with venus square pluto and pluto conjunct lilith so...here we are LMFAOO. From my own personal observations taurus mars is way more possessive in comparison to taurus venus; those pluto/venus/lilith aspects paired with his mars can make his jealousy take a snowball effect leading to an emotional avalanche. Plus a power imbalance fueling the jealousy even more and leading to him being restrictive. However, I ranked him below Sungchan because Sungchan would be VERY petty and loud about his jealousy while Wonbin would most likely silently seethe (due to his pisces sun, aquarius mercury) until he ultimately can't handle holding back, but until then his jealousy would still be DEEP.

Shotaro - His scorpio moon+capricorn venus makes him take the relationship pretty seriously. He craves stability and honesty and once he feels like his jealousy is compromising the security and trust in the relationship he must act ! He won't be too quick to jump into conclusions because of his libra mars, he'd probably think things through before asking/acting on his jealousy..and he might front and pretend he's only a tiny bit jealous/concerned when really it's weighing heavy on his heart in the beginning. When he is jealous he'd be more quiet and less jovial than he usually is. He'd be pretty straight up and might even just ask/tell you about how he's feeling. When things are clarified things will be cool again and he'll go back to being your sweet taro and hopefully stop staring daggers into the random guy talking to you while smiling.

Anton - Very unserious, would text "what position he got you in" and move on with his day. KIDDDING kind of 😭 He'd have short phases of possessiveness due to his taurus venus. His moon square saturn and venus square neptune can lead to slight paranoia and being unable to naturally express his insecurities which could be the source of the jealousy. Despite these things he wouldn't express his jealousy in toxic or overboard ways, he'd probably express his jealousy through jokes or non seriousness hoping you would pick up on it (you probably would with that mercury aries, straight to the point) If he ever did tell you straight up he wouldn't be too harsh he'd just want to be honest and being reassured will patch everything right up.

Sohee - I ranked Sohee this low because honestly when reading his chart I feel like his jealousy would, similarly to Anton's, be quick to come and go. He'd be quick to say something or show that he's uncomfortable. He wouldn't sit you down to have a serious convo about it, but it would have to just passively come out in conversation . As soon as he felt reassured then he'd be fine once again. Now if it was an ongoing issue of scenarios that led to him being jealous then he'd have a more serious even messy approach (his mars square pluto) his temper would awaken. But outside of that he trusts you, even if he doesn't trust and is suspicious of the guys around you he trusts YOUUU at the very end.

Seunghan - Oh the lovely boyfriend that just wants to keep the peace. He wouldn't want you to hound him out of jealousy so he ofc wouldn't do that to you either. If he was jealous he'd be more emotional rather than being petty+aggressive. His mercury is exalted in virgo so he'd definitely want to talk about it or at least let you know how he feels. Outside of that I think he'd want to avoid such a thing in the first place. He'd trust you as best as he can and wouldn't want there to be an imbalance in the relationship to where one of you are restricting the other due to deep seated jealousy (thanks to his libra sun+venus and sag moon). He quite literally just wants you two to be happy and knows that genuine jealousy can poison such a good thing.

Eunseok - I'm sorry fellow briize but this man is quite literally the least of your concern. His aries venus wouldn't want to make things too serious and ominous with jealousy (plus because he values his freedom so in his mind you must value yours too right ?) His sag mars paired with it means he doesn't want to dwell with thoughts of you possibly giving your attention to other guys. He basically has a nonchalant "she knows where home is" mentality lowkey. Plus if he ever did feel jealous he'd probably not say anything because his cap moon+pisces mercury would barely let him properly express it (with words at least). Also weirdly enough he'd be more jealous if you weren't in a relationship compared to if you guys were; once you two are officially together he wouldn't be as jealous anymore .

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[nebbyy]

Hi! Could you please do a part two to the lester/apollo x reader fic you posted?

Apollo x reader - Eternal Bonds

A/N: thank you so much for your request, anon! Sorry if this took a bit more than the time I usually take to write my fics, but as I said the past weeks have been really tiring for me🥹 

Anyway, I hope you like this fic, I personally like it better than the first part, but as always let me know your thoughts on it<3

Aaaand as always, painting is "Springtime" by Pierre Auguste Cot for anyone interested!

Summary: Having regained his immortality and prestige, all that remained for Apollo was to stabilise something in his life was one thing: you. It might sound easy, but he honestly would disagree.

Warning: it is implied that Athena has a great admiration for reader, but they’re not their child. This reconnects with my own personal thoughts on how Athena’s cabin should work, so the goddess’ relationship with reader in this fic should be seen as the same as hers and Odysseus’ (if you want further explanations on what their dynamic was let me know:))) Also I must say, I haven’t read any of the trials of Apollo books in ages so I took it as an occasion to interpret Apollo’s return to Olympus how I see it more fit to this little scenario of mine.

And lastly, not a warning but this fic starts just a bit before the end of the first part, if anyone was wondering:)

Word count: 3813 (longest fic yet omgg)

Apollo stood there, standing on the elevator that would take him home. How strange, he had dreamed of this moment for months, eager to return to his home and be welcomed as a glorious hero, with restored dignity, free of the mortal shell in which he had been confined all this time. He had imagined himself proud, tall and triumphant as he entered the gates of Olympus.

Yet as he stood on his way home, he could not prevent the continuous movement of his foot against the elevator floor. There was no trace in him of the security typical of a hero, in him at that time reigned only the same anxiety and nervousness that had characterized his mortal form. First it was Apollo inside Lester’s body, now Apollo had his body back, but Lester was inside of him. That Lester had become an integral part of him? Or maybe it didn’t add up, maybe it was always there, unable to make its voice heard under the omnipresent spirit of Apollo.

Okay, maybe he was rambling, but he couldn’t help it when he felt like his nerves were about to make him explode!

The point was, he wasn’t just going home, he was going to convince his father, the king of the gods, the exact same person who kicked him out of Olympus, to make the love of his life immortal so that he could stay by his side for eternity. It was not a situation in which one could easily remain connected to reality.

Finally, the elevator slowed down its run, until it stopped completely and opened its doors with a characteristic "ding".

Slowly, one step at a time, Apollo stepped out of the elevator and advanced to the throne room, walking up the path that would take him directly there. His performance had an air of regal composure, but it was nothing more than a method of masking his tense nerves. He walked until he reached the first areas inhabited by the Olympians and some other immortal creature.

"Apollo? I didn’t know you were already back. We thought it would take you millennia to make it up to Zeus!!" He hadn’t heard it in a while, but there was no way he could ever forget the sound of Nike’s voice. The winged goddess came to meet him flying curiously, also attracting the attention of the entities that had not paid attention to the scene so far.

Some approached, recognizing the face of the beloved god, while others ran to announce his return to the major gods. First came Hestia, who with that loving family attitude, embraced him gently. "Oh Apollo, you were so good! I never doubted you could do it." 

"I can’t say that with as much confidence, but I must congratulate you, Apollo, you have exceeded all my expectations." It was the authoritarian voice of Athena who spoke, who wore a smile on her face, a more unique than rare event. Apollo was so surprised by this unusual compliment from her that he hardly paid any attention to her questioning his chances of success.

For a moment he felt his eyes almost come out of his skull when a large hand was planted on his shoulder to pat him. " Well done, little brother, aren’t you as soft as you look, eh?" Massaging his shoulder, Apollo smiled faintly at the mountain that was his half-brother. "Thanks, Ares, it means a lot I guess..."

He was about to receive the coup de grâce, if it were not for Aphrodite, unconscious of her intervention, she had put herself right in the middle, affectionately placing one hand on Apollo’s shoulder while the other not very secretly found place in that of Ares, to the delight of Hephaestus who observed snorting away from the scene, but thumbs up at the sun god to express his joy.

He didn’t know how long this lasted, or exactly how many gods surrounded him at that point, but when Nike was about to hold a banquet in his honor he couldn’t control his reaction: "No wait!" His tone sounded so panicked that he caught everyone unawares. For a moment the gods almost had the sensation of speaking a mortal, so much his voice had squeaked in the air. Realizing that he had drawn even more attention to you, as if it were even possible in that situation, he gently shrugged his shoulders, to mitigate the gaze of the Olympians his nerves more tense than ever.

"Um I-" he made a false cough to try to regain his posture before starting to speak again, illuminating his companions with a dazzling smile, "sorry, mortal’s pollen, am I right? Anyway, much as I would be... ecstatic to attend a banquet, I’m afraid I must first have a discussion with Zeus about some... matters of utmost urgency! If you’ll excuse me, now.”

With little pomp, he made his way through the crowd stunned at his unusual behavior. "Poor thing, the Earth has changed him." Someone shook their head resigned, someone else did not even notice his abrupt exit, simply saying goodbye and congratulating him as he got smaller and smaller in the distance. The attention to him lasted just before each god went for their merry way. After all, when you have a whole eternity to live, there are few things left for you for a long time.

Everyone resumed doing what they were doing before Apollo’s return, all except Athena. It was in her nature to predict the rival’s moves- or rather, the moves of anyone around her. She may not have been born with the ability to see the future, but her intellect allowed her to come to conclusions almost as apt as an oracle. Silent as night, he followed the solar god, whose aura seemed to be clouded by some heavy burden.

The closer he got to the heavy bronze doors of the throne room, the lighter his head felt, as if his brain had gone numb. He was mathematically certain that he had NEVER felt so nervous in his entire existence. Not even his many figures in human form could compare to how he was feeling at the time. But it’s not like he could back out now, not after all the way he’s come, not after promising you not to leave your side. Not now, that had arrived in front of the doors.

He didn’t even have to knock, or announce his own name. No use, Zeus was waiting for him. Apollo took a breath, pumping his chest to emulate some sense of confidence before making his way into the vast hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around and looked at the empty thrones, each with small inlays reminiscent of its owner. He passed by his own throne, and a sense of longing pervaded him to the thought that in no time he would have sat there again. Maybe you could convince Zeus to put a similar throne for you next to his own..

No, stay focused, Apollo, first of all he had to convince Zeus to make them immortal in the first place.

Without even realizing it, he was so taken by his own thoughts, he had reached the end of the room, finding himself a few feet from the king of Olympus. Now he could not afford to show himself weak, fearful. Come on, it had to come easy for him, he was also the god of the theater after all! As if a thread pulled him from above, he felt himself erect tall and proud, his chest out, his muscular back straight; a slight halo of light surrounded him, reconferendogli a little of that shine that has always distinguished him from the rest of the gods. He smiled at his father before bowing down gracefully. "It’s good to see you again, Father."

“Apollo, I see it took you no time to get used to your old life once more. I trust you have learned your lesson.”

“Indeed, father. And I came here to thank you for it all. It was… better than I expected.” Zeus lifted a brow suspiciously, eyeing his son as if trying to make out what’s in his mind just by his appearance. “Mmh I hardly believe that you only came here to thank me for your punishment.” Okay, even if he had second thoughts, it was DEFINITELY too late to back out. Yet despite the seriousness of the situation, Apollo no longer felt the same anxiety that had accompanied him throughout the climb to Olympus. He felt powerful, confident in his words, in his actions, but above all confident in you. He knew that if ever there was a mortal worthy of immortality, it was most certainly you. He looked up at his father, this time his smile had become less dazzling, almost a little nervous.

“Heh, you’re not wrong, father. I came here to make a request.”

“Depends. What is it that you desire?”

“How do you make a demigod immortal?”

Total silence fell in the room. The expression of Zeus was intelligible, and not being able to read the true emotions of Apollo, moreover in such a silent environment did not help to calm his nervousness. Zeus slowly blinked, covering his icy eyes for a moment before opening them again as he breathed in just as slowly. " Few mortals have earned the gift of immortality throughout history. He must deserve that honor with out-of-the-ordinary feats," he paused, as if to reflect, then resumed speaking, in a neutral but glacial and authoritative tone, "this is not impossible, but I count on one bare hand how many times a mortal has been added to the abode of the immortals over the millennia."

"I am aware of this, Father, and that is precisely why I believe that the person I speak of is the most deserving of this honor." Zeus did not answer. Not immediately, at least. He seemed confused and intrigued at the same time, as if he had not expected such a response. " My son, what do you mean by that?" Apollo could not avoid the smile that spread on his face having an opportunity to talk about your countless qualities, which in his eyes were endless. It was one of his favorite activities even when he was mortal, actually.

"You see father, they are a demigod of qualities worthy only of an immortal god. They are strong and wise, although they are still at a young age. They fear nothing but the limits imposed by Olympus, which they have served since the day they set foot inside Camp Half-Blood."He took a little dramatic pause, perhaps expecting to be interrupted by the divine father, but he gave no sign of wanting to intervene in words; he preferred to remain silent, peering at his son while he justified his reasons for satisfying his will.

"And they are beautiful, Father. They shine with a beauty far beyond that of an ordinary mortal. Even on the battlefield, soiled with blood and filth of all kinds, their beauty always resembled that of Aphrodite and Eros and all the gods of all the Pantheons of this world who possess the gift of supreme beauty." To this the father could not suppress a snort of derision, not trusting the words of the son in fact of beauty, "If I remember well such words were spoken by you also for Hyacinth, and before him Daphne, and before her still such a long series of river nymphs and mortal beings that I lost count."

Apollo lowered his head in resignation, sighing gently before looking up to speak again, "I realize this, Father, but I mention their beauty only because it would be a crime against all that is right to omit. However, it remains only one of the many qualities that characterize them, which none of my past lovers can say. But that is not the greatest reason why I consider them worthy of immortality."

"Speak openly then, you know I don’t like to wait." The blond-haired god nodded and took another step towards the king of the gods, his eyes even brighter than before, inflamed by his longing desire to obtain what he most desired in his entire existence. You, at his side. Forever.

"You see, they have done a great service to the goddess of wisdom and the manual arts. They have done the will of Athena and have done such glorious deeds that they have increased her honor. I myself was able to attend only some of their quests, but I assure you that they were so great as to justify the support and blessing of a goddess so hardly affable." To these words, Zeus seemed completely incredulous. In Olympus it was well known that Athena was the beloved daughter of the king of the gods, who always kept her close to him and always made all her will an uncompromising law. It seemed impossible to him that any mortal had been able to win the favor of the goddess, and he strongly doubted the veracity of Apollo’s claim.

The young god opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a voice echoing from behind him, "As much as the idea of supporting Apollo’s petty whims, this time I must agree with him." Athena had followed Apollo to the throne room, suspicious of his strange behavior. He had to be honest, Apollo literally had no idea what to say at that moment; he did not expect to get to that point with his interview and certainly did not expect Athena’s support in his intent. But this was a real blessing, for she herself could bear witness to your worth.

She only gave him a scowling look, like a silent admonition to avoid yelling at him, pick up your mouth from the ground and be a god, genius! But his silver eyes were enough to relay the message, and after a moment Apollo had returned to his usual divine bearing. She blinked slowly before turning her eyes again to Zeus.

"Y/N Y/L is a demigod of undeniable quality, which also left me pleasantly surprised. It is true, they have diligently served Olympus and have especially served me, and I have let them fight in my name precisely because their wit deserved such honor. If only it were possible, I would claim them as my own child, for only twice in my existence have I met two mortal men of equal virtue, and those mortals were the king of Ithaca and your son Hercules, to whom you rightly granted immortality.

You know that I do not speak in vain when I express my opinion, and that is why I consider them worthy to also obtain the gift of immortality, especially when to these incredibly successful quests are added the love of a god and the admiration of another." 

Now Zeus observed the two with two comically wide eyes, mostly due to the unexpected intervention of Athena. Even Apollo could not hide his amazement from that sudden help, but he certainly did not complain at all. Three beats passed, then Zeus cleared his voice and I speak in a more serene tone than before, though still authoritarian, "Very well, if you yourself, Athena, consider this mortal worthy of so many honors I want to believe you. Your lover will be granted immortality, Apollo. This will happen at sundown, when you bring your chariot back here to Olympus. Lead them with you, and they can live forever here with you."

"Yes!!" Apollo threw a fist in the air for joy, a small habit he had taken in his stay on earth, but soon after he realized that perhaps it was not quite the right place to give free rein to his happiness, judging by the unimpressed face of Zeus, "Um, I apologize. I thank you father, for this wonderful gift. I assure you that you will not regret it!" He slowly stepped back as he spoke to him with the biggest smile on his face, extending his arms and bending his knees in a farewell bow. Zeus, for the first time in what seemed like centuries, smiled at Apollo and nodded slightly.

"Enjoy this concession of mine, my son, and may it remain in your mind as your reward for having demonstrated your qualities, even without the intervention of your divinity."

"I’ll never forget it. They’ll never let me!" With some other ceremonious thanksgiving, which they had little given the haste and irrepressible joy of the sun god, Apollo rushed down to Olympus, hastening as much as possible to reach his beloved in the place where they had met. He looked at a clock to see how much time he had left. 7 P.M., he still had some time left. He ran like a madman, until he saw the entrance of the familiar Campo approaching. He ignored everyone around him, his perplexed children, his disappointed fangirls, his friends not too surprised to see him running like a bullet through the field, with the biggest smile they’d ever seen on him. Only Meg had a vague feeling about what exactly happened, but even if she did, she didn’t say anything and just looked at him smiling before going back to her things.

Apollo entered the forest next to the Camp and continued to run. Lucky he was back in his cool form, if he was still Lester would have collapsed out of breath for half an hour. And then finally, he finally arrived at your rendezvous point. She found you there, gently lying on moss, slumbering from the weariness of the activities at the Camp and from the worries you had freed yourself of the previous day, in that exact same place, when you had finally found your beloved. Apollo was quivering, thinking how you would react to the awakening, among the golden blankets of his heavenly palace. What would you have said seeing your body invigorated and illuminated by immortality. What would you have felt seeing that his declarations of eternal love were not fallacious, but promises that he had dedicated himself body and soul to keep.

He gently picked you up, taking care not to wake you. He invoked his golden chariot and rode with you to your new home. He kept you close, as much as he was physically allowed by the confined space. The journey did not last long, being facilitated by the godly transport; once arrived right in front of the golden gates of the Apollonian abode, he took you back in his bridal style, leading you to his- your bed. You were stretched out just as he saw your skin begin to shimmer gently, its color gradually became richer and filled with eternally vital sap. He stood by your side, filling your neck and shoulders with kisses as he crouched behind you, eagerly awaiting your rebirth as a deity.

In the morning you woke up with a strong light that dazzled you. You thought it was Apollo, who since he had returned to his true form had regained all the lustre of his nature. But no, it wasn’t him; it was you, whose skin emanated a faint light that bounced against the various gold inlays that were in the bedroom. Yeah, you didn’t remember falling asleep in a bed, the last thing you remembered was lying in the forest moss while you waited for Apollo. Wait a minute, this isn’t even a room in Camp Half-Blood! 

You did it to snap up to the alert, but then you stopped when you felt the familiar touch of Apollo caressing your shoulder, sliding towards the back of your neck and passing through your hair, which had been twice as long as the day before. Normally you would have yawned, but it didn’t seem physically possible to experience any fatigue in the state you were in. You felt... almighty. You finally turned your attention away from your body and turned it towards Apollo, who was already looking at you with a loveless look.

"Good morning, beautiful." You smiled though still confused by the situation you were in. Tempting your luck, you took a sigh and then you spoke, your melodic, honey-sweet voice even though you just woke up, "'Chicken, where are we?"

"We are in Olympus my dear. I promised you that I would not forget you, that I would love you forever. And I meant every single word I said, which is why I had a little conversation with Zeus earlier, and well... let’s just say with a little help I was able to convince him to give you immortality." He said it with the biggest and most satisfied smile I’d ever seen on him, and meanwhile he hugged you and held you and caressed you all over his body, as if to confirm himself that all this was true.

You were utterly speechless, incredulous at what this god had just done in the name of love for you, but at the same time you felt a warm feeling pervading you from within, filling you with joy and happiness, as if that of him had infected you like a disease. You held your hands to his face and laughed in disbelief and said, "You’re the biggest crazy idiot I’ve ever met, Lester!" 

He laughed with you, feeling pervaded by this joy that moved him from within, almost pushing him to tears by the power of these feelings. Holding you tighter, she stroked your silky soft hair as she chuckled happily, "I guess you’ll have to get used to the gold and clouds here." " Still better than a bunk bed to share in five."

Laughing together, you held each other so long as you had time, before he had to take off and lead the sun across the sky. Before he got on the golden chariot, he touched your face with his bronze hands and kissed you gently. " I still can’t believe I’m gonna be able to kiss these lips forever, Y/N." You smiled at him before you grabbed him by the shoulder to push him towards you, and kissed him again. " Then hurry up and leave, so you’ll be back soon and I’ll have a chance to convince you that everything is real." Winking at him, he laughed loudly and heartily, a more melodic sound than any lyre or flute.

"Then I shall not be long in returning to your arms, my lord" And so he departed towards the horizon, and you smiled as you watched him disappear into the sky, thinking with satisfaction of the world that will look up to him with longing and admiration, knowing that he will never again stop for anyone but you, once his daily duties are over. 

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ a husband you never met and a runaway bride. what could go wrong? prince!suguru x princess!reader au

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fem!black coded!reader but anyone can read, flufff and a lil angst, povs are lowk all over the place, aranged marriage trope, i totally thought of charlotte's dress from princess and the frog for reader, def not inspired by that queen charlotte scene, reader isn't like other girls, suguru just gives off such prince energy ahhhh :3

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: my first fic omgg!! this was the poll winner from the other day and i will be releasing the others soon! as always reqs are open ♡ stay hot!! 🎀💕

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There were whispers in the Geto castle.

The news of Prince Suguru's betrothal, whispered in the hallowed halls of the castle, reaching everyone's ears like a chilling wind. Geto was used to the stares and hushed whispers, due to being the prince of the most successful kingdom in the land...but this was different.

He stood silently looking down at his kingdom, the vast sky, resembling an infinite canvas, adorned with shades of blue, purple, and gold, filtered through the window which cast a golden shadow over his features.

It was as if the gods smiled down on the land, offering love and tenderness throughout the whole kingdom which was preparing for a celebration. As the sun tickled his skin a conflicted look cast over his features, and his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, flitted around as he looked down at his people. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on the parchment, reading it over and over in hopes it would finally sink in.

Ever since the elders announced he was to be betrothed they seemed more over joyed than he was, finally finding a wife for him to wed and strengthen the kingdom. He had initially dismissed it as insignificant, firmly believing he would discover a solution, a way out, but now he found himself here. On the day he was to be married.

The kingdom was adorned in colorful decorations from head to toe, and Suguru almost felt guilty but he saw all the effort being put in for his wedding were not in vain. Every decoration was clearly placed with care; to celebrate the union of their prince and this mystery woman. Nevertheless, even with the stunning scenery around him, he couldn't shake the desire for it all to be over.

"Yo! Suguru!" A large hand clasped on his shoulder which pulled him out of his thoughts as Satoru's blindfold and snow white hair came into view. The tall man had a nervous grin and his face and he reached up to scratch the back of his head suspiciously, as Suguru looked up at him incredulously.

"Ah, Satoru. What's wrong?" Something was clearly going on, as Gojo wore his emotions on his sleeve. Before he could even get a chance to answer, all of the worst case scenarios were running through Suguru's head. He already felt a headache incoming.

"Oh, it's nothing...just your future wifey!" Suguru's eyebrows furrowed at his words as Satoru cringed slightly, knowing that wasn't even the whole of the news. After a awkward pause Suguru patiently asked, "Yes?" urging Satoru to continue while trying to contain his frustration.

Satoru let out a laugh and threw his arm over Suguru as the later let out a sigh and pushed him off. "Oh trust me, you're gonna laugh! We're all gonna look back on this an-" "Spill it, Satoru."

The white haired male tensed up as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. "...I may have...lost...her?"

Another awkward silence filled the room as the handsome prince's features contorted into one of disbelief. How do you lose a grown adult? This was new low for Satoru.

His first instinct was to look for her. After all, Satoru wasn't the most thorough when it came to these things. Perhaps she left her room only for a moment to speak to a maid, or maybe she wasn't spotted in her room...right? As much as he tried to distract himself his mind wandered to a worse outcome. Abduction or an assassination attempt. But what if she was just like him? Hesitant and perhaps she got cold feet? If she had spoken to the elders like they had him, there's no doubt they intimidated her.

The raven haired prince let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face as he began calculating all possible strategies to find her before the ceremony. He turned to Satoru who let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Alert our best trackers. We need to devise a plan to cover all the areas she might have gone."

Satoru nodded and both men began to stride out of the room. As he made his way into the long, winding hallways of his castle, the words of the elders rang in his mind.

You will learn to love her.

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1 DAY PRIOR

You were certain your life was ending.

You sat on the edge of your bed as you dramatically leaned against the post of your bed, eyed wide and face blank despite the whirlwinds of emotions inside you. Dozens of servants scurried around your room, packing trunk after trunk for your move. To your new home.

You flopped back on the bed with a 'omph' as the mindless chatter of the maids sounded like static in your ears. The gauzy silks and beautiful furniture of your childhood room began to close in on you, the weight of tradition and duty bearing down on your fragile shoulders. The room, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a confining fortress.

Your trembling fingers traced the intricate patterns of a silver necklace, a cherished token your mother gave to you as a child. The impending marriage felt like the beginning of the end of all of your freedom. You would hardly ever see your beautiful gardens, your castle, or your parents ever again.

Despite this, everyone except you seemed to be convinced this was the best thing that could've ever happened to you. You remembered the elders words as you rolled you eyes.

This is a great honor for your family. You were chosen, out of all the kingdoms, out of all the princesses in the land, to marry the eldest son of the Shibuya kingdom.

Just as you let out a defeated sigh, a gentle knock on the chamber door disrupted you thoughts, and your mother came into view and your heart sunk. As she approached your bed she ushered all the maids out of the room before striding over to you gracefully. You sat up and sent her a glare through the corner of your eye.

"[name]. What's troubling you my daughter?", she said gently as she sat beside you. You whipped your head around with bated breath. "Mother," You began hesitantly. After one word, it was as if all your confidence was knocked out of you and your gaze was now fixed on the intricate patterns of the carpet.

"I...I don't want to marry Suguru Geto. I fear what life awaits me if I am bound to him. Besides, what if I don't love him? What if we are not compatible like the elders say?"

Your mother sighed, her eyes filled with a sense of understanding. "My dear, the union with Suguru is not solely about personal desires and it has nothing to do with love. Think of the kingdom, and our people. Arranged marriages have been a longstanding tradition that have proven to be good for us. Just look at your father and I, who also had an arranged marriage and have found joy in each other's company."

You let out a small scoff and you turn your head away from your mother. She just didn't understand...None of them did. Sensing your frustration your mother smoothed out her skirts before standing with a small exhale. "You'll depart later tonight and arrive in the morning, just in time for the ceremony." You didn't respond and a pregnant pause fell over the room. Just as your mother was about to depart she looked back at you sadly as she held the door open. "Give Suguru a chance. You will learn to love him my dear." She said softly before closing the large door with a soft click.

Now you were truly all alone, in your large room with near maddening silence. "Give him a chance...yeah right." you muttered to yourself with a furrowed brow. You made your way to the balcony and gazed down upon your kingdom as your mind wandered to your unknown prince.

Was he kind? Handsome? Cruel? Stupid? Ugly?

A breeze swept through, lifting the tendrils your hair. With every passing moment, you fell deeper and deeper within your pit of despair. You couldn't resign to a life dictated by others.

It just wasn't you.

The union, this man, this wedding felt like a betrayal of your essence. As tears welled up in your eyes, your decision became clear. It was daunting, yes, but who would want to be bound to a destiny they didn't choose? As you picked up your gown with new determination, your mind was made.

You were going to flee the wedding.

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Suguru was just about fed up.

It had been nearly 3 hours since the word of his bride's escape and despite him and the guard's best efforts, she was still nowhere to be found. He huffed exasperatedly as he wiped the sweat off his brow

He could just imagine the disappointed faces of the elders, his parents the kindgom...He couldn't be that repulsive to be wed to. Could he? As the sun hung high above the velevety sky, Suguru sat on a nearby bench carved out of the finest marble.

The raven haired prince placed his head in his hands as the sun beat down on the back of his neck. This is what he wanted after all he supposed, to not be married. But as he sat surrounded by winding paths and blooming flora stretched before him he wondered what it would be like. Could he have learned to love this woman?

Just as he got up to leave, he saw a flash of white from behind the foliage. An eyebrow quirked up as he got up to investige and as he slowly walked forward to investigate a soft murmur of hushed grunts and rustles of leaves reached his ears.

There, beneath a canopy of wisteria, Suguru spotted a lone figure. A young woman who her back turned to him and an lavish dress draped over her figure. A large array of lace, floral details and extravagantly large petticoats made into an over the top gown.

One that only could have been reserved for a princess.

Curiosity piqued, Suguru approached quietly, the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes masked by the soft rustling leaves. As he drew closer, he noticed the princess immersed trying (and failing) to scale the wall despite your nearly comically large dress, unaware of his presence.

Clearing his throat, Suguru spoke, his voice a velvety whisper that mingled with the silence of the garden. "Excuse me, are you needing some assistance, princess?" You turned with a bewildered look on your face, and a small gasp was let out at the sight of the man before you. As she studied the stranger who had interrupted your escape, you smoothed your skirts and tried to play it off.

"Uhm- No? No. I'm quite fine sir. Thank you." You responded annoyedly as you hiked up your dress and squinted your eyes at the man. He was handsome- there was no doubt about that, but you certainly didn't plan on getting caught. Where did he come from and why did he bother you? He might have recognized you because of your fancy appearance, but who was he?

"You can go and wait with the rest of those..gawkers for the ceremony. I know the prince must've sent you, but trust me. I'm perfectly fine."

Suguru's lips began to curl into a soft, amused smile as he took a step closer to you as you took one back. "I never doubted you were alright. You look perfectly determined and capable. But, do indulge me. What are you doing?" He asks with an entertained smile as he gestures to the wall.

Your eyebrows raised slightly and you took a sharp breath inwards. "I just told you. I'm not doing anything." You said exasperatedly as your hands balled into fist. This man was really messing with your escape (not that you were making that much progress in the first place).

The man raised an eyebrow at your words and you looked around before sighing and throwing your head back. "Fine. If you must know, I'm trying to climb this wall. And I can see you clearly find my failure amusing so I hope you're satisfied."

A pregnant pause fell over the two of you, and you hoped in revealing your purpose, he’d then mind his business and go away. "Climb...whatever for?" he questioned, genuinely intrigued by your confession.

"I-I..." You were getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and now you feared you revealed too much. "I...I'm escaping. I've heard rumors...he's cruel, and a monster! I would rather be alone for the rest of my than spend it with a demon I know nothing about."

Suguru's eyebrows flew to his hairline in bewilderment at your words. You couldn't've been talking about him...could you? He cleared his throat, obviously bewildered before inquiring further: "I-I'm sorry, but who are you talking about, princess?"

"I suppose that was rude..." you mumbled to yourself, as Suguru still stood bewildered before you awaiting an answer. You looked up at him, sensing he was wanting an honest answer before sighing. "The Prince! Suguru Geto...I know nothing of him and yet everyone expects me to give my life away to him...they turned their backs on me and my future...so I'm doing the same."

Realization dawned upon him as he nodded, absorbing your words. As your words sunk in a wave of sympathy washed over him. You were not as different from him as he had thought. You had dreams, aspirations, and hopes for your future.

As he stood with his solace you hoisted your skirts and turned back to the wall, putting your mind back on your escape and formulating a plan. “You know, if I grab there… yes!” you looked back to him over your shoulder, “You could assist me by lifting me up, you know." You say breathlessly as you prepared to scale the wall again.

He stared puzzled as he contemplated your ask. "But, marrying a prince couldn't be that bad? Besides, not all rumors are true...what if he's handsome?"

You rolled your eyes. "He could be the most handsome man ever and I wouldn't care. Looks have nothing to do with it and neither does personality. I just...want my own life. Now, here- come on. If you grab me here and hoist me up I could make it over the rocks and reach a carriage."

He considered your words as he watched you struggle, pondering the consequences. "But what will you do when people realize you're missing? And what about the prince- I'm sure he cares about your wellbeing." He says with a small smile as his eyes soften.

“I seriously doubt that, and besides I can worry about all of that later. Now, if you please…” you turned your back to him, still determined to proceed with your mission. “I just need a little help. Come. Hurry up.”

He licked his lips, caught in his own contemplation, before taking two slow steps forward. “I have absolutely no intention of helping you,” he declared, surprising you with his refusal.

At your surprise, you lost your grip on the vine and fell to the ground with a small grunt at the man's feet. Once you were untangled from your mass of petticoats you glared up at him, nostrils flared as you sat breathing heavily, almost as if you were giving him a moment to correct his words.

You marched towards him with sure steps, closing the gap between your bodies. "I am not a mere woman, I am a princess! Who is in need of help and you refuse? I ask- no demand you assist me in getting over the wall." you confronted him, your voice tinged with disbelief.

The man let out a laugh as he closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, or was it amusement? And after a moment of silence he replied, his voice filled with a twinge of playfulness.

"I only refuse when that princess is trying to climb over the wall to escape an arranged marriage with me." He declared, his words lingering in the atmosphere, exposing a reality that took you by surprise.

Shock rippled though through you, and you put your gloved hands up to your mouth and gasped. It felt as if all of your air had been knocked out of you as your eyes locked onto his onyx ones. This couldn't have been true...All the things you heard from your handmaidens, and your friends back home didn't describe this man at all. Yet here he was in front of you, a picturesque version of a prince every woman could've wished for. He was beautiful, with his dark hair and smoldering eyes, but you had noticed this when you first laid eyes on him. Back then he was just a random man, but now it all felt surreal. You eyelashes fluttered and your breath hitched and he closed the gap to grab your hands tenderly and press a kiss to the back of your glove.

He wore a smirk on his lips, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze. He knew this whole time. “Hello, [name],” He said with a beaming smile. "I'm Suguru, the demon."

You stared up at him horrified, as he let out a small chuckle seemingly finding this whole situation funny. Standing there, trapped between amazement and doubt, your tongue seemed to have lost its purpose. You let out a noise akin to a squeal in embarrassment as he continued to laugh as you bowed deeply before him, your head nearly touching the grass of the garden.

"I-I'm deeply sorry," you said shakily as you slowly raised your head towards him. "please forgive me."

He lent his hand out from the ground and you stared at it bewildered, even wondering if it would be wise to take it after how much you disrespected him. Not sensing you would take it, he bent down to grab your hand and hoisted your mass of lace and flowers from the ground as you wobbled uncertainly in front of him.

"My Prince" you stammered, attempting to bow once more but he intercepted your actions smoothly. His hands gently caught your arms and as you stood up straighter his hands slowly guided themselves to your own, as your fingers intertwined. he gently guided your hand downwards with elegance, uniting your hands. The touch of his hand on yours captured your attention, as the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears.

"No, no. Please, I'm just Suguru to you. Nothing more." he corrected you in a soft-spoken manner, withdrawing his hand as he placed it on his chest.

"Suguru, I'm so sorry..." you began, but the words dying on your tongue in shame. "Please, you have to understand if I had known it was you-"

He interrupted you, his gaze unwavering. “You would have what? Not told me that you were trying to escape?”

“Well, yes. I mean…” Your words stumbled over each other, attempting to form a coherent defense. He laughed again, a sound you could get used to, but now it filled you with embarrassment.

"I apologize my prince." You said lowering your gaze in shame with a soft voice.

"Suguru." he corrected you once again, a gentle reminder. “Just Suguru.”

You smiled softly as you looked away in embarrassment as the weight of everything that had happened and all unspoken emotions lingered in the air. As he put a gentle hand on your shoulder, he leaned in close and whispered in you ear, a solemn promise to just you and him.

"I know what people say, and I know you don't wish to be wed to me...but perhaps if you'll have me as your husband, we could ignore all that and I could be just Suguru to you."

You gazed at him, your heart fluttering with newfound affection. The weight of his words sank in, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability he revealed.

You promptly defended yourself, asserting, "I never said that!," with a genuine tone in your voice.

He emphasized, "Oh, but you did," his eyes now sparkling mischievously.

You insisted, your tone slightly anxious, "I absolutely did not."

He persisted, his smile growing wider, "You definitely did."

You admitted, your voice becoming softer as you revealed your uncertainties and hesitations, "Well, I'm not sure… I don't really know you."

In a theatrical gesture, he pulled you close and straddled your back, "I don't know you either," his smile widening even further, "Except for the fact that you're terrible at climbing."

You smiled and smacked his chest playfully. "Hey! You try planning an escape in this." You said as you gestured to your elaborately made dress. As you looked up to meet his gaze once more, you found him already watching you, a broad smile adorning his face and a dreamy glint in his eyes. It was a contagious expression that tugged at your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile in response.

“What?” you asked softly, your curiosity piqued.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, contemplating his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with a sincere and gentle admiration. “You are incomparable. No one told me my bride would be this beautiful."

You felt your cheeks heat up as you laid you head on his chest and you felt him lay his chin atop you intricately styled hair, not caring about how it looks. The sun was setting and it began to cast a golden glow over you and Suguru's silhouette's as love began to grow within the atmosphere.

Wedding long forgotten, you two basked in the desire within the garden, all doubts and fears left behind. Perhaps this wouldn't be this bad after all. With your Suguru, you had no doubts everything would be alright.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: OMFGG Y'ALL SHE'S HEREEE MY BRAINCHILD ik she's like a week late but i'm actually so proud of how this came out and i hope you guys like it!! i'll probably drop some hc's later this week but reqs are open!

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

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Ahhh the two tae drabbles are so good! I love the writing style omgg. If your requests are open, can you do a drabble with yandere idol yoongi? Maybe similar to "open" in terms of smut. Manager reader who's his pet and a smut scene in his studio while he's working. Feel free to write what you want though!

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲:

pairing: yandere idol! yoongi x manager! reader

genre: smut || fluff

summary: when yoongi finally got his hands on you, he couldn’t wait to mould you into his pretty little pet

word count: 4k

tags/ warnings: slight yandere yoongi, mild fluff, mentions of death/ murder, briefly described violence, briefly mentioned animals eating a dead person, blood, smut in the forms of: dom! yoongi, sub! reader, mentioned male masturbation, oral (f. receiving- though only briefly mentioned/ m. receiving), collars, huge fucking praise kink, mildly bratty! reader, vaginal fingering, biting, scratching, reader has a slight oral fixation, degradation, big dick! yoongi, tummy bulge, dumbification, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), creampie, cum play

notes: i feel like he isn’t yandere enough but he kills someone so yuh

request rules can be found here! || my masterlist

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Yoongi knew he wanted you the minute his eyes raked over your body when he’d reluctantly wandered into one of the Hybe meeting rooms, overzealous chatter unappealing for an early Tuesday morning when he was almost finished with his solo project.

The last thing he needed was hours of his life wasted when his inspiration was itching his brain. Flowery words ready to morph into black ink on plain paper. Forever stained with the hidden messages that only he’ll ever be able to understand. Little insights into his soul that will remain hidden between flashy lyrics and catchy beats.

It had been your first day on the job. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Perfectly polite and ever so pretty, Yoongi couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you as you flitted between conversations. The room too loud that he hadn’t had the chance to hear your voice; though he assumes it would be the sweetest little melody, golden honey like voice soothing to his ears.

And maybe it was too soon to fantasise about what your moans would sound like, how he’d pluck them out of your like he did the notes of a guitar. How breathy they would be, perfect for the background vocals on an almost-complete song that he knew he wanted in the album. How he could tune your voice, pitches higher that usual as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you with just his tongue.

You were so much younger than the rest of the new employees that wandered between groups of his band mates, but no less professional than all of them. Cute in the way you tried to establish a place among a group of conceited, middle-aged, snobbish new employees who clearly had no hope in your skills. Silently pushing you out of the group, laughs covered by hands and wary eyes veiled with mock concern for your well-being.

A new manager. He later found out when Namjoon had commented on you, how he was happy you didn’t seem all that pushy and nice enough to get along with; respecting his boundaries, along with the grating comment on your looks that Yoongi felt pick away at his patience. Because he knew you were pretty, so soft and delicate and he didn’t need Namjoon’s input when he never asked for it.

You were organised in the way that both Yoongi and Namjoon found stability in. And damn good at your job.

But you were Namjoon’s new manager. Not his.

The company had been doing well, having enough to higher a manager for each member rather than poor Sejin scrambling after 7 twenty somethings, 7 days a week. He’d been loyal, there from the minute they’d had their first debut stage, though he was growing older, had a family of his own now and maybe, it was his time to retreat a little from each of the boys’ lives; trusting a new team to oversee the group.

Each one now working like clockwork as you all settle into the new system.

You were too soft. Too pent on the praise of your superiors. Yoongi couldn’t believe you were a manager when he’d first asked Namjoon about you. But Yoongi wanted you. God, he wanted you so bad.

It had been easier than he’d expected to get his own manager changed with Namjoon’s, the nuisance that he had to deal with for a month, later being found limbless in a ditch far out of the city. His too touchy, hands all over his arms when he just needed space, messaging him at all hours of the day asking where he was, who he was with, fucking piece of shit manager; that he felt no remorse pulling apart like a butcher would a piece of meat, letting any wild animal chew on her greasy skin and gnaw on her bones to their hearts content.

It would have been a shame if he’d accidentally leaked something the company was trying to hide on social media, leaving it up quick enough for his dedicated fans to take a few too many screenshots. And what a shame it would be if those screenshots were to spread across the internet like wild fire.

That slight slip of tongue was all it took for you to now be his. The two sweaty faced management team members, who he never bothered learning the names of, practically kissing his feet as they beg him to keep his mouth shut. That you’ll be his in the morning, if only to give you 12 hours notice before you’re expected at Yoongi’s studio.

You hadn’t batted an eye when you’d been told you’d accidentally been assigned to the wrong idol; simply taking the news with your head held high and a polite smile to whoever the sleazy motherfucker was that oversaw your work. One Yoongi had his eyes on, he could see the way he’d tried to get a look up your skirt as you both wandered up the stairs.

The image of his dead corpse painting the stairs red as Yoongi blinks down at the two of you. And when he got 5 minutes to himself without the Hybe staff breathing down his neck because of his little outburst the day prior, he’d deal with the roach that dared take a peek at your panties.

“Ah— Mr. Min”

You don’t notice the awkward smile on your superiors face, eyes more focused on Yoongi who doesn’t dare look away from you. Keeping your eyes glued to his own as he tries to figure you out from the windows to your soul, swimming with unadulterated curiosity. Naive innocence ever so tempting as you rival a lion.

Your smile irks him. Not because you were happy. No, that makes his heart swell with something a little more possessive, a spark of happiness warming his numb heart. It irks him that countless other people would have been on the receiving end of that sunshine smile that shone rays of golden light over his languidly beating heart, dull thumping in his chest speeding up at the sight of your eyes on him.

“Fuck off” he tuts and you go to turn around with the greaseball, not seeming offended in the slightest as you hop down a step, “Ah ah, not you, Y/n”

Your feet stay glued to the floor at the call of your name, peering up at Yoongi from behind your lashes. Ever so long and pretty and it leaves the producer wondering what they would look like doused in his cum. Grey sweats doing nothing to hide the twitch of his cock as he feels it start to harden at the mere thought of you being so close to him.

You smelled good. Like fresh soap and something a little floral, though nothing too potent that it hurt his nose.

You were prettier close up. And Yoongi starts to scratch the image of you into his mind, every curve of your body he can see; fingers itching by his sides to grab onto any piece of exposed flesh he could see.

“This way” he turns, light pitter patter of your overly cute Mary Janes trailing behind him. Similar to a puppy he supposes. His puppy. His new, pretty, cute little puppy.

He notices you look away when he goes to type the passcode into his studio and his lips quirk up at that. Though you don’t notice, too focused on rocking on your heels to see his amusement.

“Sit” he motions behind him.

And you do. Taking a seat on the couch on the far side of his studio as he falls back into his rolling chair, cracking his neck before he gets back to work.

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It seemed the lines between who was in charge between the two of you had slowly started to blur over time. You followed Yoongi around. And he used your authority to his advantage. It was a perfect little arrangement the two of you had.

You never took charge. Letting him whisper what he wanted into your ear and you took it upon yourself to fulfil each and every wish he desired.

He thinks maybe it’s been almost two years since your little… arrangement had started.

He’d noticed your small quirks pretty early on. How easy it was to paint your cheeks ruby red with blush just by calling you ‘my good girl’, hands gently petting down your hair in the way he knows you like.

Watching as your thighs would clench, wondering if your panties had darkened with arousal. It was cute, how easily he could rile you up; really like an overexcited pet that couldn’t get enough of their owner.

You’d do anything for a little bit of praise and Yoongi found himself tugging at his cock on more than one occasion after you’d left for a meeting; your dusty pink cheeks spiking his arousal as you bite your lip each time he reminds you how good you are. And he thinks if you were to have a tail it would slap against the back of your thighs with how hard it would wag.

He hadn’t told you that his manager didn’t have to come to his studio at least once a day for ‘check-ins”. Didn’t tell you that you really didn’t need to wander after him like a pretty little pet as he goes between his and Namjoon’s studio. How you didn’t have to sit on the couch like a spoilt puppy as he works on a new song. Feeding you little sweets every so often for sitting pretty and not saying a word.

But you did do all of that.

Because Yoongi expected you to.

He’d heard a few of your co-workers commenting on how much work you did for Yoongi. That you weren’t supposed to be the one to get his lunch nor remind him to eat dinner otherwise he’ll just forget. That you spent too much time in his studio alone, and the company would start to get suspicious and accuse you of things you weren’t doing.

But what they didn’t know was that he’d made sure you place by his side was permanent, empty threats enough for the company to bow at his feet like he were royalty. He’d toyed with the idea of you quitting your job, merely being his pretty pet that could rut against his leg while he worked, but your position gave him the perfect excuse for you to remain by his side almost all hours of the day.

“Come here, baby” he spins to face you in his chair, watching as you fidget; a nervous habit he’d picked up on.

You stand between Yoongi’s legs, squeaking as he tugs you closer by the backs of your thighs.

“Everything okay?” he muses, watching as you swiftly nod. Flustered that he was able to utter such an intimate pet name for you as if it were really your own.

“Yes” you whisper and Yoongi nods.

“I have a gift for you” he tells you, watching as you perk up at that. Eyes shooting to meet his own, he smiles, a little reassurance that he was being genuine.

“A gift?” you ask, rocking on your heels, bottom lip tugged between your teeth.

“For being so good to me, I thought I’d treat you, baby” he pushes himself back, tugging open one of the drawers below his desk.

You tilt your head, watching as he pulls a pink gift box into his lap; velvety bow keeping the box shut.

“What is it?” you stare down at the box, and Yoongi thinks he can see you start to vibrate with excitement.

“Guess you’ll have to open it”

You fall to your knees, Yoongi smiling as he hands you the prettily wrapped gift. He stares down at you from where he’s sat, wondering just how perfect you really were. Sat on your knees between his thighs, his fingers itching to tug on your hair. Pulling your face closer until you were kissing his cock over the thin fabric of his slacks.

He watches as you gently tug the ribbon, eager fingers lifting the top of the box. You pause, blinking at Yoongi’s gift before you look up at him.

“Don’t you like it, pretty?” he asks, “I could get you another colour if you’d like?”

“No!” you slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at your own outburst, “No, It’s very pretty Yoongi. But what is it for?” you chew on the inside of your cheek, your exciting fizzling to nerves.

“It’s a collar”

“I know that” you nod, “But I don’t have a dog”

Yoongi’s head tips back, gruff laugh bubbling up his throat. And he thinks maybe that had been the first time in years that he had genuinely laughed.

“I know, baby. It’s not for a dog. It’s yours”

Your head tilts in confusion, eyebrows furrowing.

“Mine?” you glance down at collar, the prettiest shade of pink. Your eyes catch sight of the pendent, delicate little heart with your initials engraved into the metal.

“Mmhmm” Yoongi hums, “My good girl, yeah?”

You nod. Eyes wide as you stare up at Yoongi like he held all the answers in the world.

“Come here then” his fingers lace into your hair, tugging you across the floor so you were further between his legs.

You stare up at Yoongi expectantly and he wants to shove his cock so far down your throat you choke on it.

He pulls the collar from the box, unclipping the back, “Hair up” he instructs, and you do so.

He tucks two fingers between the leather and your neck, tugging on it lightly to make sure your new collar wasn’t too tight.

“Oh” Yoongi croons, “my pretty little pet. How perfect you are” he pulls you closer so your cheek rests on his thigh.

You stare up at him, opening your mouth to say something, only Yoongi shoves two fingers into your mouth, so far down your throat you cough.

“Pretty puppies don’t talk” he brushes your hair from your forehead. Leaning down you press a gentle kiss between your eyebrows.

Your lips close around his fingers, eyes glazing over with what he can only assume to be pure lust and want as he thrusts them into your mouth.

“You like that?” he hums, “Of course you would”

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“Collar off” Yoongi pushes himself from his chair. Cracking his neck as he wanders towards you, slouched on the couch.

“No” you shake your head, fingers clasping around the worn leather.

“Excuse me?” he scoffs, eyes narrowing. A challenge to refuse him again.

“Collar off, doll. We’re going to eat, I know you haven’t had anything all day”

He watches your fingers wrap tighter around your collar. Mirth swimming behind his eyes at your eager display of displeasure. He’d noticed your collar had become like a safety blanket, the comforting weight around your neck always seeming to ease your anxieties.

He remembers the morning you’d stumbled into his studio, forgetting his morning kiss on the cheek as you’d scrambled to his drawers, eyes red-rimmed as you’d clipped your collar around your neck. Only then it seemed you’d been able to breathe a sigh of relief, before you’d slouched by Yoongi’s feet and suckled on the head of his cock until you were forced to attended a weekly briefing about the band’s schedule.

“Why can’t I wear it outside?” you peer up at him through your lashes, eyes wide in the way you knew Yoongi couldn’t resist.

“If you want everyone knowing you belong to me, fine. Keep it on” he drawls, “But don’t you dare start acting like a brat around me, baby”

You watch him kneel on the other end of the couch, and you crawl over his lap. His hands smooth other your back, fingers dipping past the waist of your pants, grazing over the lace that lined your panties.

“Feel empty, Yoonie” you wriggle, trying to get any sort of friction to alleviate the ache in your cunt.

“Yeah?” he hums and you nod, pitiful in your attempts to please yourself, “What do you want me to do about that?”

“Help” you snivel, crocodile tears coating your cheeks, and Yoongi thinks maybe he’d spoilt you a little too much.

He feels his cock twitch, head falling back as he groans, watching as you tilt your head to meet his gaze, cheeks shiny with saline tears.

He tugs your pants over your ass, panties damp with your arousal as he runs a finger over your covered folds. He pushes the crotch of your underwear to the side, index finger pushing into your hole.

He feels your walls pulsate around his finger, easing a second one into your without so much as a warning before he starts thrusting them into you.

Cute little whines tumble off your tongue in quick succession as you buck your hips to meet his thrust.

Yoongi’s thumb gathers a wad of your slick before he circles your clit, mean as he flicks it with each quick thrust of his fingers nudging against your g-spot.

He feels your thighs start to shake as your shove your own fingers into your mouth, tongue laving them up in saliva like you would a cock; and Yoongi starts to feel his patience waning thin at the sight of your drooling down your chin like his dumb little puppy.

“Gonna cum for me, pet?” he croons, crooking his fingers just the way he know will make you see stars.

Your eyes squeeze shut, breathy little moans accompanied by the lewd squelching of your sodden pussy as Yoongi picks up his pace.

“Wanna cum, please” you choke out, muffled behind your fingers as you other hand grasps onto the loose material of Yoongi’s sweatpants.

“Cum then”

Your thighs clamp shut as you cum, Yoongi undeterred as he continues to flick at your clit, helping you ride out your high. His fingers remain knuckle deep inside of you, thighs still quivering at the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Ready for my cock now, darling?” he pulls his fingers from your slicked walls.

Your breaths come out stuttered, head nodding gently as Yoongi pulls you up from underneath your arms.

You fall to your back on the couch, watching as Yoongi pulls his shirt over his head, pants coming off straight after. He tugs your own clothes off, thrown somewhere on the studio floor.

The producer pulls your thighs apart, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds, creamy cum painting the inside of your thighs.

You watch Yoongi as he tugs at his cock, throaty groan spilling off his lips before he pushes the head of his length through your slit. Gathering up your slick, hand lubing his cock up with your arousal.

The producer doesn’t give you any warning before he’s pushing into you, cockhead facing a little resistance from your tight walls before the rest of his cock is enveloped in your warm heat. Two fingers never had been enough to prep you for him, but if the new wad of slick was anything to go by, you always did seem to like the pleasure accompanied by that delicious lick of pain.

He gentle thrusts to the hilt, thighs flush with the back of your own as he almost bends you in half, basking in the pleasure of your walls rhythmically clenching around his cock before he pulls out to the tip.

Your arms wrap around the producers neck, mouth falling open as he rams his cock back into you, relentless as he starts his onslaught of thrusts.

You thank your lucky stars Yoongi’s studio was soundproof otherwise you may have been a little more reserved with the borderline pornographic moans that dripped off your tongue, sweet like nectar that Yoongi drinks down as he presses his lips together in a bruising kiss.

Your fingers dig into the skin of Yoongi’s back, pleasure written in the marks on his skin, maybe your own fucked up lyrics that would remain on the blank canvas of his back for the next few days, incoherent words that expressed the absolute bliss you were feeling, tumbling so close to another orgasm.

Yoongi leans down, and your head falls into the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning his bare skin as his hips continue to snap forwards, your own body chasing after Yoongi each time he pulls out, only to shove his cock as far back into your as he can.

Your teeth snap shut around his shoulder, metallic taste coating your tongue. And you think you hear Yoongi curse under his breath, ears to muffled with your impending orgasm that you smile up at him when he harshly tugs your face from the crevice between his neck and shoulder.

“You dumb fucking puppy, what did I tell you about biting?” he snaps, though you only reply with a dopey smile as Yoongi’s thrusts slow down, though the force of his cock ramming into you is no less hard.

“You really are a stupid little mutt. Who only ever has my cock on their mind, huh” he huffs out a laugh.

His hands fall around your waist, Yoongi’s pelvis brushing against your clit with every thrust he takes.

A low groan mixes with your staccato of whiney little “ah ahs”

“Fucking cunt is so small I can see myself fucking you” Yoongi laughs, hand meanly pushing down on the little bulge in your stomach each time he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

“Look, you dumb pet” he tugs your head down by the front of your collar, thrusts slowing down.

Your eyes land on the little distension Yoongi’s massive cock makes as the head punches up into your stomach. The thought of Yoongi having to rearrange your guts just to fit his cock into your pussy, paired with the final brush of his pelvis against your sensitive clit is all it takes for you to fall over the precipice of your orgasm.

Your thighs clamp shut, high pitched moan wracking up your throat as Yoongi helps you ride out your high, hands pushing your legs open wider as he continues to snap his hips forwards.

“Too much” you cry as Yoongi continues to thrust into you, no remorse for your cries he chases his own high.

His hands skim over the bulge of his cock in your stomach, head falling back as he feels himself push down on your stomach.

You feel his cock twitch, pitiful tears cascading down your cheeks as Yoongi starts to flick at your clit , your hands trying to push him away from your pussy; too sensitive but the pleasure all too tempting at once.

“Cum again with me” his thrusts become sloppy, less calculated as he reaches his peak. His hips snap into you one more time, pushing himself as far in as he can go before he paints your walls white. Your own orgasm shaking through your body as you feel him fill you with thick cum.

Your thighs continue to shake, shoulders quivering as you continue to snivel, hand held over your cunt where Yoongi keeps himself buried inside of you.

He gently thrusts into you again, making sure his cum is as far inside of you as possible before he starts to pull out.

You protest, croaky little ‘no, inside, inside, stay’ accompanied by a shaky whine as you try and grab onto his nearing flaccid dick, hating the feeling of being empty so soon after being stuff full of his girthy length.

Thick rivulets of Yoongi and your own cum leak from your hole, clenching around nothing pitifully.

Yoongi picks up the mixture of your combined arousal on the tip of his cock before pushing back into you. Watching your mouth falls open, arousal struck smile pulling onto your lips as he gently circles your clit with his thumb.

“Gotta go eat, puppy” he reminds you.

“Inside, Yoonie. Inside” you tug him closer to you with your thighs around his hips, breath hitching as his slowly hardening cock pushes back into your sloppy cunt.

“My stupid baby” he muses, pushing your hair from your forehead, “Never have to take the collar off if you don’t want to”

You smile at that, hips rolling upwards, ambrosian arousal too good to let up on as you slowly work yourself up to another high.

“Always my pretty puppy, yeah?” he asks you, tracing the worn edges of your collar. He had thoughts on buying you a new one soon, though he thinks you’ll throw a temper tantrum, too attached to the grimy pink one you’d now had for years.

“Pretty puppy” is all you manage before your arms are tightly wrapping around Yoongi’s neck, tongue laving up at the bite mark on his shoulder, a silent apology as he flicks your clit; your body shaking as you’re pushed into your nth orgasm of the evening.

“The prettiest” Yoongi agrees.

[nightcolorz]

Just saw your post about relating Mitski song to Armand....

I am begging you on my knees to explain Nobody to me. "Venus, planet of love / Was destroyed by global warming / Did it's people want too much, too? / Did it's people want too much?" Just that passage + the possibilities make me insane. Like Armand as to have painted roman mythology scenes (since he was owned by a painter), he must know a lot of the stories. Does he appears in any of those painted scenes? Does he see himself as a sterile environment for emotions? 😭😭😭😭

RAHHHH!!!! YESSSSSS!!! So true so true runs around. I often consider nobody more of a lestat song than an Armand song and u pointing this lyric specifically out as Armand core is opening my brain up sm omggg. Ahhh tysm sm for the ask I have thoughts!

the comparison of Armand to Venus is so sad, omg, bcus like, yes. The way “Venice planet of love was destroyed by global warming” functions in the context of the song supports the main theme with a sort of a self aware edge. Nobody is about how incredibly desperate the narrator is for human connection while being completely unable to connect with ppl. By bringing up Venus the meaning is basically like, “I have so much love in me but I want too much that I can’t have and it’s destroying me”. By bringing up global warming also there is an edge of “the world is a corrupt place that is falling apart and it’s preventing me from feeling like I’m able to be a person”. Which is all so Armand ‼️‼️ the imagery of a planet that has so much to give and so much to love being destroyed by the curroption of humanity is ugh, Armand to a tea. He was born an earnest, innocent child, with so much potential and sm love in his heart and anything he could have been was stripped from him horribly bcus men r fucked up and evil. He was a human made an object, a sterile environment as u said, omgg. And because of what he’s been through Armand is unable to connect with people or ever feel like he’s a part of the world or part of humanity. And he’s always longing for that connection, always feeling that gaping hole in his chest destroy him from the inside and looking for something to fill it. And all he wants is love 😭 love he can never understand or find for himself because he was never given it. UGHHH

also, nobody always reminds me of this rant Armand goes on in queen of the damned, where he’s freaking out as he talks to Daniel and talking about how he feels like the world keeps becoming more sterile and isolated, and being alone keeps becoming more normalized, and he is watching in real time as loneliness eats up the population collectively and destroys them. And I always felt like Armand gets so freaked out about this because he suffers from feeling unable to connect with other people or the world and unable to understand it, and I think for Armand seeing this becoming a wide spread issue for normal people is frightening cus of how he relates to it

thank u SM for this ask omg!!!! I hope you enjoy my answer <3 (Cough cough guys pls feel free to send me “explain how this Mitski song is Armand” asks its my favorite thing to do)

[sundeathh]

hi!! i really love your writing style so much omgg, could i request something where reader (who is aizawa’s s/o) is being mind controlled maybe by a villains quirk idk it’s up to you HAHHAHA and they’re basically just forced to fight aizawa? the ending is up to you!

i’m so sorry if this sounds weird or doesn’t make sense at all 😭😭

Hahah, your request is not weird at all, I actually loved it a lot! Sorry for the looong delay, my schedule have been full lately and I am crazy about perfection. So, I hope you enjoy it!

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A heartbreaking fight

One-shot | Request | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader | Words: +2,5k

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | CW: Violence, blood mention, cursing.

Aizawa stumbled backward, the first rays of dawn casting an ethereal glow on the scene he had before him. He felt the ache deep in his bones, his body weary from hours of tireless patrol. The moon, a pale sentinel in the sky, hung overhead, a silent witness to the battle that had just unfolded.

His breath came in ragged gasps, mingling with the cool morning air. Blood trickled down his nose, staining his trusty scarf. With a weary swipe of the back of his hand, he wiped it away, his gaze never wavering from the figure before him.

The figure moved with an unnatural grace, the darkness of the night still lingering around them. Aizawa squinted, trying to make out their features in the dim light. Shadows danced around them, casting an eerie aura as if the night was reluctant to release its hold.

Despite the exhaustion seeping through his bones, Aizawa remained resolute. His eyes narrowed, determined and focused, as he squared his shoulders. The first rays of dawn illuminated his face, emphasizing the determination etched into his features. He then knew he had to end this, not just for his safety but for the person who stood before him.

As the light of dawn revealed their features, Aizawa's heart clenched with fear and anguish. It was none other than the one they had both shared laughter, tears, and countless moments of happiness with. But now, their eyes were empty, devoid of recognition or warmth. Now controlled by a villain's quirk, reduced to a mere puppet in their hands.

Aizawa's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to end this nightmare without causing any harm to the person he cherished. Every fiber of his being fought against the reality before him, where they were turned against each other. His opponent, a petty villain reveling in their newfound power, knew precisely what they were doing. They understood the psychological torment it inflicted on Aizawa and the one he held dear.

With sadistic glee, the villain taunted him, their voice echoing through the dawn-lit silence. "Get up, Eraserhead," they sneered, their words a cruel distortion of his loved one's voice. The villain's hold over them was a sickening reminder of the danger they both faced.

Aizawa struggled to his feet, his body protesting every movement. He could feel the weight of his injuries, but it was nothing compared to the weight in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to fight back against the person he held dear, even under the villain's control.

He gazed at the marionette-like figure drawing closer, their hand poised to strike. Aizawa's voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded, "Please, stop. Don't do this. Remember who you are. Remember us."

His words hung in the air, filled with love and pain. Aizawa fought to suppress the instinct to flinch away, to protect himself from the inevitable blow. He clung to the hope that his words would reach their true self, buried beneath the villain's influence.

And they did. You stopped inches from his cheek, your fingers hovering over the skin. Your hand was shaking, but whether it was because of your fear or rage, Aizawa could not tell for sure. He had never seen you so angry before. You were never this angry with him before. 

But well, you were not entirely you now.

Aizawa felt a pang of anguish as he looked into your eyes, witnessing the turmoil within. He could see fragments of your true self flickering behind the veil of the villain's control. Desperation welled up inside him, urging him to break through that barrier and reach you.

Tears welled in your eyes, mingling with the confusion and anger stamped across your face. "Are you okay?" you asked, your voice laced with hesitance and concern as your gaze fell upon his bruised face. Aizawa's heart ached at the sound of your voice, now tinged with the lingering remnants of the villain's influence.

"I'll be fine," he managed to say with a half smile, his voice thick with emotion. "But right now, I need you to hold on. Fight this, even if it feels impossible." He stated.

As the villain's grip over you weakened, their frustration and desperation grew evident. So, they tried to manipulate your body again, urging you to attack, but Aizawa intercepted your movement with swift precision. He caught your fist in his hand, exerting just enough pressure to remind you of his presence without causing you harm.

Now in the grip of his capture weapon, you struggled against the restraints, your face contorting with anger. But through the fury, Aizawa saw glimpses of vulnerability, of the person he loved fighting to break free from the shackles of control.

"Stay still. Please," Aizawa pleaded, his voice laced with desperation and tenderness. His gaze bore into your eyes, willing you to hear his words. "I can't bear to see you hurt, not like this. There's still a part of you that cares, that doesn't want to cause harm. Hold onto that, okay?"

A tear slipped down your cheek, mirroring the heartache that Aizawa felt. The sight of your pain only fueled his determination to save you, to help you reclaim your true self from the clutches of the villain's quirk.

"Why would I?" you responded with anger and bitterness evident in your voice. "I don't care about this fucking body." The words cut through the air, tinged with defiance. But beneath the surface, Aizawa could sense the war waging within you, the struggle between your true self and the puppet strings pulling you in different directions.

Aizawa's grip tightened around you, his hands trembling with fear and determination. He couldn't bear the thought of you hating him for what he was about to do, but he knew deep down that it was the only way to protect you from further harm.

"Please don't hate me..." he whispered, his voice raw and filled with anguish. Every fiber of his being screamed against his actions, but he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. Your safety was paramount.

The sight of your bloodied hands, both with his blood and yours, served well as a painful reminder of the violence that had consumed the moment. Aizawa's heart sank. His gaze was fixated on the glassy and unfocused look in your eyes. It was a haunting sight, a terrible contrast to the vibrant spirit he had come to know and love.

The realization that you had lost control – that the person who owned your mind had taken away your autonomy; sent shivers down Aizawa's spine. It terrified him to his core. He couldn't let this continue. He couldn't stand idly by, watching you suffer.

So in that agonizing moment, time seemed to slow down for him. His mind raced with desperate calculations, seeking a solution to free his lover from the clutches of the villain's control. Every fiber of his being rebelled against the notion of causing you harm, but he knew it was a necessary sacrifice to protect you.

He made a split-second choice, his movements swift and determined. With a sudden surge of strength, Aizawa lunged forward, his forehead connecting with yours with a resounding thud; the impact reverberated through his skull, a painful collision of wills. His muscles strained as he willed for that impact to be enough, hoping it would send you to unconsciousness.

As you slumped forward, falling against Aizawa's chest, he held you gently, his hands cradling your body. The alleyway fell into an eerie stillness, broken only by your labored breathing. Aizawa couldn't tear his gaze away from your face, his heart pounding painfully in his chest.

The conflicting emotions within him threatened to consume him entirely. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the adrenaline that had fueled his actions. He found himself questioning his own sanity, wondering how he could ever reconcile the love he held for you with the pain he had just inflicted.

Silent tears traced down his cheeks, blending with the sweat and blood staining his face. He held onto you tightly, vowing to protect you at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing his sanity in the process;

After a few seconds, Aizawa rose slowly, his head pounding and his body aching from the previous ordeal. Determination burned in his eyes as he scanned the area, searching for any sign of the villain. His voice reverberated with anger and defiance as he challenged the unseen foe.

"Show yourself, you coward!" He bellowed into the silence, his voice echoing through the alleyway. "Come out and face me! Or are you too scared to confront me directly?"

The air grew heavy with anticipation, the silence hanging thick in the atmosphere. Aizawa's heart pounded painfully in his chest as he awaited a response, but none came. Instead, he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps drawing nearer, each step like a ticking time bomb, intensifying the tension in the air.

Aizawa took a few – cautious steps back, his body instinctively preparing for the imminent clash. His arms felt heavy, drained from the previous struggles, but he refused to let fatigue slow him down. The villain was probably exploiting his weakened state, and Aizawa couldn't afford to falter.

As the footsteps approached, Aizawa's muscles grew tense. The sound was eerily light and deliberate as if the villain was using his body for stealth. Aizawa had learned early on that this adversary was highly trained, and he couldn't afford to be caught off guard. He knew all too well the consequences of underestimating an opponent.

Finally, the villain emerged from the shadows, a malicious smile stretching across their face. Aizawa's gaze narrowed, his body coiled like a tightly wound spring. He met the villain's gaze with unwavering determination, refusing to show any signs of fear.

"So, Eraserhead," the man taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic delight, "what do you say we settle this little issue of ours once and for all?"

Aizawa's lips pressed into a thin line, his silence speaking in volumes. He didn't know the true intentions of this confrontation, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty – if there was any chance for this conflict to end without further bloodshed, it rested in the defeat of this villain.

His eyes flickered briefly towards your unconscious form lying on the ground, a surge of protectiveness flooding his veins. The villain's callous words only fueled Aizawa's determination, igniting an inferno within him. This fight wasn't just about his survival; it was about protecting you.

Meanwhile, the villain eyed his unconscious significant other lying on the ground. "Can't believe you knocked them out so mercilessly…" the villain chuckled, "you should thank your partner for sparing your life. I'll give you some credit, Eraser." 

Aizawa locked eyes with the villain, his gaze unwavering. "You have no idea what mercy is," he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice laced with a potent mix of anger and resolve. "But mark my words: I'll make sure this ends here."

Aizawa's grip on his capture weapon tightened, his knuckles turning white. The villain's words echoed in his mind, fueling the fire of determination that burned within him. He refused to let this adversary's twisted perception of mercy go unchallenged.

The tight street seemed to shrink as the tension reached its peak. Aizawa took a step forward, his movements deliberate and measured. His eyes never wavered from the villain's gaze, the intensity of his focus a testament to his unwavering resolve.

"You think you understand mercy?" Aizawa's voice carried an icy edge, cutting through the dawn air like a blade. "You have no concept of what it means to spare a life. I won't let you taint their memory with your sick version of salvation." Every word dripped with venom, a stark contrast to the calm demeanor Aizawa typically displayed. 

But this was personal now – personal for him and you. The concept of the villain's grip on your mind and your body was unbearable. He would put an end to it, no matter the cost.

Aizawa's muscles tensed further, ready to spring into action. He knew he had to outsmart the villain, turn the tables and reclaim control of the situation. He couldn't afford to hold back any longer.

With a sudden surge of determination, Aizawa lunged forward, his movements swift and precise. He unleashed a barrage of attacks, utilizing his capture weapon with expert precision. The distinct sound of fabric tearing echoed through the buildings, punctuated by the villain's grunts of pain.

But the villain was cunning, adept at evading Aizawa's strikes. They retaliated with calculated moves, each blow aimed to exploit Aizawa's exhaustion and weakened state. It was now a battle of wills, a fight for dominance.

Aizawa refused to let despair creep in. He drew upon his training, his instincts honed through years of experience. He analyzed the villain's patterns, anticipating their every move: each strike became more precise, more determined, as he pressed forward, inch by inch.

As the fight raged on, time seemed to distort. Seconds felt like an eternity. The combat was like a symphony of raw power and unyielding determination. Aizawa's heart pounded in his chest – each beat a reminder of the stakes at hand.

As the battle reached its crescendo, Aizawa's resolve hardened. He channeled every ounce of his being into one final, decisive move. With a resounding thud, the villain crumpled to the pavement: defeated.

Aizawa stood over their fallen form, his chest heaving with exertion. The dawn fell into a heavy silence, broken only by his ragged breaths. He glanced at your unconscious figure, relief flooding his weary soul.

"It ends here," Aizawa whispered – his voice a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. Then, he knelt beside you, his eyes filled with relief and tenderness.

Gently, he cradled your head in his hands, his touch conveying both strength and vulnerability. "No one will ever control you again," Aizawa murmured, his voice filled with unwavering determination. His fingers brushed against your cheek, tracing a soothing path. "I promise."

Those words hung in the air, carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within your unconscious mind. Aizawa's gaze lingered on your peaceful face, his heart aching with the memory of the battle and also; the love he held for you.

With care, the hero scooped you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. He rose slowly, his movements cautious, as if carrying something infinitely precious. His scarf draped around you, offering warmth and protection, as he started to make his way out of the alleyway.

Every step he took was deliberate, focused solely on ensuring your safety. Aizawa's determination radiated from him, his grip on you tightening slightly as if to shield you from any remaining threats.

Silently, Aizawa traversed the moonlit streets, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger as the cold air of the dawn ruffled his dark hair. The weight of the battle still lingered on him, but in his arms, he carried hope and the unwavering promise to keep you out of harm's way.

As he stepped into the main road, Aizawa's gaze flickered skyward. Stars shimmered above, a reminder of the world beyond their current turmoil. He held onto the promise he made to you, the promise to guard you against the shadows that threatened to consume you.

"I'll keep you safe," He whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his unwavering devotion. "No matter what."

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[dumplingsjinson]

Soooooo,

I was at this little store, specifically in the stationary + crafts isle and I'm minding my own business when I hear a female voice from near me

And so I look up only to see that the girl wasn't talking to me... but by then I had already heard what she said

She said and I quote, "do you imagine a world where you love me enough to make me these (some stuff in her hand that I couldn't see)?"

I immediately lowered my head once I realised wasn't talking to me, more so because all of a sudden I felt like I was a person in the background of a kdrama scene

I was about to leave the isle when I heard the guy next to her reply

He said, quite nonchalantly but also in this very soft tone like she was the most precious thing in the world, "yeah I could make it for you if you want"

WHAT IS THIS KDRAMA SCENE AND WHY DID IT IMMEDIATELY MAKE ME THINK OF YOU AND CAT GUY

AHAAH OMGG WKDKKSK please, we’re cuter than that ;)))) JKJKJK OWOSKS okay but seriously, I’m honoured you thought of us??? HAHAA, but it does sound vvvvvv cute and I wish those two the happiest ever after 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[sehodreams]

plus-size reader & (riize) mmbr are a business marriage. Reader's family is a hospital conglomerate, and mmbr's family is a pharmaceutical conglomerate. It's an obvious pairing for the prosperity of both families. reader & mmbr have never been intimate. mmbr regularly engages in one night stands, while the reader settles for vibrators. at some rich people gala, reader catches mmbr eyeing whom he's gonna take home for the night. she's used to this, but she's not used to how fucking obvious he's being. he's not even making an effort to legitimise their marriage. the reader makes a scene of wanting to go home, essentially denying her "husband" from securing a one night stand. the limo ride home is ice cold, silent except for the occasional sound of knuckles clenching in barely restrained rage. at home, the reader goes straight to the kitchen to pour herself an XL glass of sauvignon. As she's about to take a desperate sip, she sees her "husband" by her peripheral. Her hand moves too fast for her brain as it launches the sauvignon at the face offending her.

OMGG I LOVE IT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tw: cheating, words that could be sensitive about body image

In my mind I can already see Sungchan as the husband, I mean, Eunseok is also a good option but I don't think he'd be into one night stands, he prefers to have just one lover and to pamper her like a princess, showing you how much she was loved instead of you.

But oh god, I can totally see Sungchan looking around the room at your side, you looking at him embarrassed because he's so obvious that anyone near enough could see what was happening. When you saw a few recognized faces look over you both, you couldn't let yourself be seeing with Sungchan in that situation, those people would laugh at you at your expenses, something you couldn't tolerate, so you had no option but to pretend to be unwell, everyone looks at you worried and Sungchan has no option than to call your limo to take you both home, he can't let you go alone because everyone would interrogate him. Not giving him time enough to go and talk with who could've been his lover that night, you leave the place together.

In the limo there's a tense silence, you're looking at the window, disappointed in yourself for living a life like that all because of your family. He, on the other hand, furious because you ruined his night plans.

You had never been on friendly terms, he hates you because he was forced to marry you and you hate him because he was an asshole with you all the time, telling you how unmatched you looked, and judging everything you wore because you had your own sense of sexy and elegant style, saying it was ridiculous for you to try to look good when your body would never be it.

When the kitchen situation happened you both were first shocked, not expecting it from any of you, but then you were both mad, angry with each other and your lives. You disrupted his whole life, and he made you feel like you were the worst curse anyone could've ever received.

You were there, standing and looking at each other for a second, fuming, and when you recovered your senses again he had you sitting in the kitchen marble already, between your legs, kissing you with a fury you had never felt before, bitting your lips and molding your large tits over your strapless dress. Then, when you told him that you didn't want to be one of his many girls, he pulled down the top of your dress, showing your hard nipples and your full chest. He grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him in the eyes, and said, "That's not for you to decide, you're my wife, and you have duties to fulfill"

[sodabranch]

Halo again. I have the sudden hunch to announce that I'm not legally liable for any caffeine highs and mild injuries to oneself that I may or may not be remotely associated with. Take care of yourself <3

ANYWAY—

1. I thought of a scene of two similar company ships land on the same moon. The doors of them open. An employee from the ship sticks their head out, peaking out to see the other ship. At the same time, an employee from that ship does the same. Another employee from each side joins in on the staring...

Then, Justice checks to see what its crew mates are looking at. Once again, at the same time, someone else sticks their head out... They also have a nutcracker?! (I imagine it being Woody, but it could also be another of Justice's model.)

Haven't developed anything past this, other than an epic team up time and Justice gifting Woody a hat it took off an enemy nutcracker.

2. How would Justice react to the employee/master returning the favour?: helping it with the chores and trying to stop it from getting damaged from entities, even if it means injury to themself?

Also, if I give Justice a kiss on the cheek, how does it respond? :3

3. I had a realisation: there are giant pumpkins and beehives in the game. We have moons with straight up forests in them, which the employees can look up info about. I'm starting to think that with a mix of research, determination, and cooking prowess, Justice could actually cook banger meals more often.

4. What's Justice's problem with bright colours?

5. Justice using its dancing abilities to pull a tired employee out of bed, to make sure they're awake for this morning's excursion, and forcing them awake as they suddenly have to keep up with Justice's moves.

~ Halo

Good time for my internet to have returned, you are my saviour...

Also apparently I don't have the need to spoiler content because Tumblr already does it by itself?? Technology...

I'M ALSO HOLDING YOU ACCOUNTABLE, YOU HAVE BROUGHT THIS UPON ME AND YOU HAVE TO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES GGGGRAHH!!!

But ok, I've honestly never thought about the idea of two ships landing on the same moon, which open the door to many many possibilities?????

I think the idea about Woody is kinda cute lol,, I would love to see them interacting,,,, I believe Justice would be very interested in his liking for classical music :3 like going out of its way to find a record player to play some for its new friend <3<3

AND IMAGE JUST SEEING A CLONE OF YOURSELF AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS SPENT ON SOLITUDE I WOUDLD BE TRIPPING BALLS;;;; like, I just think Justice would be really really confused at first, but will push forward and try to strike up conversation, maybe ask if the other one knows if there are more out there??? what are you doing here?? what huh??

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Also :sob: Justice wouldn't let them help, that's what it is for!! You'll have to rip it out of it, and maybe it will just let you help preparing the ingredients for cooking or sweeping some dust,,

AND THERE'S NO WAY IT WOULD LET YOU GO NEAR AN ENTITY;; enemies be blasted instantly. If something were to actually happen to you, even if that something is a single scratch it would get you out of there to get you parched up as soon as possible

ANASKDKJSDJSAFHJFJHAHJAGS THE KISS OMGGG I feel it wouldn't register it as first,,, then get so giddy LIKE OMGG LOVE!!!! it would enjoy it very much and hug you so tight. Maybe it would try to copy you in the future and smash its face against your cheek,, resulting in a bruise phftttt it has learnt it's lesson

Honestly, if a machine was able to blush it would <3

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ALSO NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT YEA!! Maybe with the help of a friend they could go forage for some goods. I also think cracking open one of those pumpkins would be such a chore

But oh god if I wasn't willing to do it.

And we better not talk about the beehives,, I imagine the crew has had some bad experiences with them.

I am now left wondering about the mansion's kitchen..

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Also I, myself, being sensitive to them, felt that bright colours would be pretty straining to a creature who solely bases its perception on sight alone;; any flashing or bright light would hurt it :( that's mostly it,, keeping it as a fun fact.

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THE LAST PART D'AWWWW IM MELTING IM CRYING,,, an employee thinking they could maybe oversleep while they're travelling to the moon but no, Justice can't let that happen!!

A cold water bucket would be too harsh, so why not start the day on a good note! You suddenly are swept to your feet by the Nutcracker, who is now taking you for a quick dance session.

And when the dizziness finally settles, you are bound to follow it's steps as the crew watches, chuckling a bit,,

You groan, but soon cave in :3 thanks Justice!

[ghostarii]

screaming crying clenching panting leaking

best smut writer on tumblr IDC IDCCC

the way you exactly know what what ur readers want is crazyy

the jing yuan pool scene lives rent free in my head AND IT'S BEEN DAYS!!! WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

it felt like sight out of a movie, the vibe was so heavyyyy with lust i-i- 😳😳😩😩😩

left me gagged, flabbergasted even 😭😭😭

fr tho I love how you balance the plot/set up with the actual smut cuz it hits so much harder

and the way you describe what is going on is perfectly balanced - the actions AND the feelings, the imagery, so not only can the reader imagine what is going but also FEEL IT, it just feels so visceral and humid like summer weather that is too hot while your on vacation - it's too much but like it anyway since it's the only time you can let go

lord help me 😩😩😩

okay im calm now, sorry for rambling

love your work xoxo ❤️

🥺🥺🥺 NONNIE I LOVE U ! ! ! this made my morning omgg im so flattered t_t it makes me sooo happy to know that u enjoyed my writing so much D: don’t be sorry for rambling ! it’s all welcome here hehe <3

[noa748]

Finally beat rebirth… my brain is fried from all the stuff that happened in that final chapter omgg

Now that I’m safe from spoilers in need to hear what everyone thinks about the ending. Holy moly. Also need to see what fics have popped up. And what fics I might need to write hahaha

I’m just so happy zack and cloud made contact dude 🥹 I hope in the final game they get more time together, but if not… that’s what fics are for. I wish Cloud’s memory was more intact for their meeting, but oh well

I’m not surprised Aerith died… though I was so ?????? through the scene that I feel like it took some of the impact away lol. Cloud’s visions (?) of her make it feel less sad? Like they got time to almost make peace with it. While in the OG, it was just this sudden devastating gut punch that felt horribly unfair (which is a pretty accurate representation of irl grief/death).

I’m weirdly sad we didn’t get to see Cloud carry Aerith into the lake. It was such an iconic scene lol

Anyway, that’s my rambling for now… only like 3-5 years till the next game orz

[jcforsapphics]

Hsmtmts 4x06:

Why did no one bother to tell Ricky and Gina the play got cancelled they are literally the lead actors

"It was always just a high school musical" I can decide if that's sad and symbolic or cringe I really can't

Emmy is actually the best character this season I'm sorry

"Wait so you're single again?" Maddox. Baby girl.

Season one flashbacks omgg

Aww Ash and Kourt the fact they joined for eachother

MR MAZZARA WAS IN A BOY BAND??

I LOVE LOVE LOVE ALL THE FLASHBACKS TO SEASON ONE THIS IS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL

"And that was the day you named me" "and that was the day you saved me"

"Everytime I look at a cow, I think of you" Seb I don't think you're doing what you're think you're doing here

"I was once in a serious relationship" *collective gasp* "with a woman" *collective extra gasp* fr tho

SEB AND NATALIE???

Seb was in the wrestling team?? Did we know that??

THIRD CURSE WORD DROP?? AND IT'S RICKYY DESERVED!! My man would definitely curse so much if it wasn't a disney+ show

Gina laughing and then being like "I'm sorry, was that out loud?" Is just something I felt was worth mentioning

GINA LOOKING AT RICKY AFTER CARLOS TOLD SEB HE LOVES HIM I FEEL THE RINA LOVE CONFESSION COMING IT'S GONNA HAPPEN

SEASON ONE GINA OH HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU MY LOVE

"I already taught myself how to knit hats" we know!!

"Find something you like in this school, and try not to kill it"

RINA FIRST EVER INTERACTION HELLO?? THEY ARE EVERYTHING I-??

"Love is lame, idiot. That's why I avoid it." So there are some things you should know about your future gi

SKATER BOY AND INTIMIDATING GIRL

Ok so Gina saying Ricky intrigues her makes more sense now and I love it also totally understandable why this scene wasn't in the actual first episode because everyone would have caught on to them being love interests immediately

"You had a vibe. I had an instinct." THEY WERE ENDGAME SINCE DAY ONE

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you" "I could say the same" THEY'RE SO?? Also ms jen crying, she represents me

"All good things must come to an end" not high school musical the musical the series tho my silly little alphabet show will last forever hahaha!

Emmy solo!! Let's gooo

Ok I'm really liking her voice I better see this actress in other places soon

Ok where the fuck did all the students come from did they not leave the room

Why. Why is Ricky being called to the councillor office babygirl what did you do

HE GOT INTO COLLEGE MY BABY BOY GOT INTO COLLEGE

Y'all are not taking Gina away from me istg

[romanceforransom]

OK HEARTSTOPPER S2 THOUGHTS INCOMING

(spoiler warning ofc)

I love the fact we got to see so much more of the characters than we did in the comics. Like the Elle and Tao storyline was so much more fleshed out and there were more Tara and Darcy scenes too which was amazing

And the fact we got to see more about Darcy and her home life - however heart-breaking those scenes were I LOVED the way they were shot. Like the constant purple shadows compared to the bright yellows and pinks at Tara's (the lesbian flag compared to the straight flag/the implications of repression) will forever go insane over the colouring

The teachers storyline OMG, I adore Mr Ajayi and Mr Farouk they really just added so much to this season (and the friendship between Mr Ajayi and Miss Singh was adorable!!! Never knew I needed it but definitely did). I'm pretty sure that was the only story they got in the comics??? As far as I can remember... But I'm really hoping there is something more for them in the next season, since the side stories are getting more scenes.

SAHAR AND IMOGEN??????? Look I adore Imogen and I have been hoping for her to be sapphic (lost hope a bit when they did the ben plot) and the fact they might actually be doing it??? I'm not just being delusional right that was clearly setting them up? Like the whole 'token straight' thing SCREAMS being in the closet because I swear that happens to almost every person that constantly reiterates they are the token straight lmaoo. Then the cuddling after the party, and the HEARTSTOPPER MOMENT AT PROM!! Imogen literally getting heart eyes when she saw Sahar playing the guitar likeee

Also the way they all have different doodles for their heartstopper moments. The leaves for nick and charlie, butterflies for tao and elle, and musical notes for imogen and sahar <333

The aroace rep in this season was also everything. When the trailer came out and everyone was clinging onto that one clip of James and Isaac and hoping they would get together I was so worried about what was gonna happen (like I thought they would just make Isaac ace and not aro - which would have been fine ofc like that's valid!! but I don't think I've ever seen an (established) aro character in media before and having a character not in a relationship would be so good) so it was really nice that they actually did it. Tbh I was almost tearing up during Isaac's scenes because everything he was saying was something I've felt before still struggling with that tbh because the hopeless romantic in me doesn't want to be aroace?? if that makes sense?? idk i'm tryna deal with it but that's not the pointtt I'm just really happy Isaac got his moment, and really excited to see him fully embrace himself and be happy with who he truly is :')

And Nick and Charlie's storyline this season was so.. I just love them. They are so supportive of one another - and just one small thing I adore is how much they hug each other. Like not a lot of shows present a lot of physical affection besides the hand touching and pining before hand, and then just kissing. But they hug so much and just show their affection and love for one another and I really love that.

Also the way Charlie stood up for himself this season was just *chefs kiss*. For a character who has to be banned from saying the word 'sorry' it's so nice to see him be confident in himself and not just accept the first half hearted apologies that people give him. Like slamming the door on Harry, and actually telling Ben all the things he did that affected him. Like I wanted some violence tbh LMAOOO like the whole time Ben was practically begging for a slap, but those scenes were a good substitute. Also Ben's last scene where he steps away from all of the pride posters and rainbows... Heart breaking, but I can't feel too much sympathy bc being closeted still doesn't accuse assault and all of his general asshole behaviour, yknow??

AND TORI MY LOVEEE!!! never have i related to a character more omgg, like I kid you not every single one of her lines is something I would say/have said before. She is me I am her fr. And the phone kicking scene, WHAT A QUEEN I actually love her. She wasn't in this season enough honestly.

One last thing (I have way more thoughts but I can't remember what they were rn) Sarah deserves the best parent award, there is no competition here, the other parents in this show need to step up their game because she is unmatched in her supportiveness. She's the best.

[domjaehyun]

OMFFFGGGGGG i just finished the new fic and YOU ARE A FUCKING GENIUS!!!! like this really moved me !! i felt like i was reading a novel . i even took notes to keep all my thoughts in order . lmaoo , first of all psycho jaemin?!? wtfff like him being so charming at first to gain her trust and when he told her “i don’t want you faking it” even i melted ! and him embezzling money just to keep seeing her !! 😭😭 and omgg my heart DROPPED when she made it out the first time and came across a cop just for it to be his brother 😖 like jaehyun?!? ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? when i tell you this fic put me through so many emotions!! like i am still shaking . and that therapy session honestly made me cry 🥲 like i FELT THAT . once again you are the best writer on this app and you never fail to amaze me!! 100/10 ~ 🧠

EEEEEE THANK U SO MUCH :’) IM SO HAPPY SHFJSJDJSJ psycho jaemin is cuckoo fr fr :// but hes hot which is unfortunate sjfjsjjdjd and NDNJJDJSS YEAH that scene from get out where he’s like “rose get the keys!!” and she’s panicking like she’s trying to help and then is like “you know i can’t do that right?” bc she’s EVIL hdjfjsjfjdj that scene inspired that scene in pl4yg1rl is live :3 and omg 🥹🥹🥹🥹 THE THERAPY SCENE im glad it had the effect i wanted :D THANK U SO MUCH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT FR 😭😭😭

[yuujispinkhair]

Oh my goodness Winter, you made my heart ache like if I just lost someone too, I mean, I felt soo bad for Yuuji while reading the whole chapter. My poor sweet baby Yuuji, I wanna hug him so tightly right now... What an emotional chapter, great as ever hun, can't wait for the next one and for seeing Yuuji feeling better 💕

Omgg thank you so much!! <3<3<3 It means a lot to me that you liked it and that you could feel Yuuji's pain! I cried so much especially when writing the shower scene :(( Yuuji is someone who cares so much about others and always puts their needs before his own, always hiding behind that sunshine smile. It's so hard for him to let someone else take care of him :(( But it's a good thing that Sukuna is stubborn, and now that he has come to embrace his feelings, he won't let Yuuji deal with his pain on his own! I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH AAAHHH!!<3<3

You will definitely see a happy Yuuji again :) Thank you so much for reading this AU, even after such a long time and so many chapters!! This makes me so happy <3<3<3