#the brain worms felt frisky again

[delulustateofmind]

CW: Smut, MDNI. Cunnilingus. P in V. Tame was going to be yandere, but you'll recieve tame smut for today.

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I'm thinking about how you're trying to slip out of Nanami's arms so early in the morning. A whole extra hour earlier than needed, or so he thinks.

You move with practiced care, lifting the heavy weight of his arm draped over your waist, only for him to shift. His brow furrows, and with the reflex of someone far too aware, he pulls you back against his chest with one strong arm. The warm palm of his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you still, anchoring you to the mattress as his deep voice breaks through the stillness.

“Where are you going?” It’s a low, rumbling question, his words muffled against your shoulder as he leans in to place a kiss there—lazy and warm.

“I have to go in early today,” you whisper, trying to wiggle free again. “Work.”

His grip tightens just enough to make you relent, his lips pressing against your neck this time, lingering in sleepy defiance. “They don’t pay you enough to steal my mornings,” he grumbles. The weight of him, the heat radiating off his body, and the scratch of his voice—everything is against your escape.

“Kento—”

“Thirty more minutes.” He doesn’t sound like he’s negotiating. Another kiss lands on your jaw, his hand splaying across your stomach as if to prove his point. “I’ll let you leave then.”

"I have a meeting," you protest softly, trying again to wriggle out of his grasp. But Nanami Kento is a steady man, and you’ve never won against his resolve.

Before you can even make another excuse, you feel him shift behind you—measured and deliberate, the way he always moves. An arm snakes down to pull your knees up to your chest, the motion careful but insistent. The protest dies on your lips when you feel the press of his mouth against the back of your thighs, his lips leaving slow, indulgent kisses on your skin as he settles exactly where he wants to be.

“You’re paid for eight hours, correct?” His voice is a low murmur against your skin, calm and matter-of-fact, but there’s an edge of finality there. “You’re not exactly granted overtime, so don’t insist on leaving.”

You open your mouth to argue—because you should—but the feeling of his lips brushing over your skin again, trailing their way to your heat. Placing soft lucid kisses on the wet mound.

“You’re impossible,” you grumble weakly, looking down at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment as he brings his his free hand to rub tight circles on your clit. Kissing your core gently along the clothed slit.

“And you’re far too dedicated,” he counters, settling himself more comfortably against you, “This is my time. Your office can wait.”

You bit your lip in response, your body was far too sensitive right now from just waking up that you couldn't help but squirm and buck your hips as he teased you with soft kisses and the slow rubbing of your sensitive nub.

“Not playing fair, Kento,” you manage to breathe out, each word punctuated with short, frustrated breaths as you squirm in his hold.

Your efforts are in vain. Nanami remains unshakable, his composure steady as ever—though there’s a flicker of amusement in the low hum he gives in response. His arm, still holding your knees effortlessly to your chest, seems to loosen just slightly, but you know better than to think it’s a victory.

“You’re the one who tried to leave,” he replies, his voice smooth and maddeningly calm. Slowly, the pressure of his grip relents, but it’s only so he can glide a hand down to your soft panties, slowly pulling them to the side. Looking down at your wet lips, barely grazing a finger over your slit as he kisses the fat of your thighs, gently sucking and nipping the skin.

The room feels warmer now, his body heat and the weight of his presence anchoring you in place. Even as he eases off just enough to let you move, you find yourself staying right where he wants you—trapped, as always. You held your knees to your chest as you tried to hide your face.

“You’re terrible,” you mutter weakly, though the way your breath hitches undermines any real bite in your words. The way he begun to slowly kiss your pussy. Gliding his tongue along the slit before diving deep inside, lapping away.

“Only when you insist on being unreasonable,” he murmurs back, his voice calm and steady even as his lips press firmly against your hardened clit. The barest smile ghosts over his face, like he’s savoring every second of your frustration. “Now, stop squirming.”

Nanami moves so slowly, so deliberately, that it’s almost torturous. His tongue slides between your folds, warm and soft as he lets it push deep inside, tongue-fucking you with a rhythm so measured it makes your head spin. The obscene sound of him lapping up your arousal echoes in the quiet room, punctuated only by the filthy moan he lets out when he grips the plush curve of your thighs, pushing your legs higher to spread you open even more.

“Can’t believe my future wife was going to leave me in bed alone,” he says between languid, teasing licks, his voice rumbling low against you. He shifts slightly, his lips wrapping around your throbbing clit, pulling the sensitive nub into a long, indulgent suck that makes your entire body jerk.

A gasp escapes your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets in a weak attempt to ground yourself as your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for more. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, just keeps toying with you, alternating between sucking and licking with a patience that leaves you trembling.

“Please,” you finally pant out, the word breaking into a moan as he flicks his tongue over your clit again, slow and precise. “I won’t—”

“You won’t go in early?” he muses, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his gaze locking with yours. His face is half-hidden between your legs, but there’s a glint in his eye, something almost teasing as his tongue darts out to lick another stripe up your soaked cunt. He looks at you like a man starving—like a puppy eager to please its owner.

“Be a good girl?” he murmurs, his words muffled as he dives back in, his tongue pushing deep once more.

By the time the first alarm goes off (the one you both press snooze on usually), your body is wracked with pleasure, climax hitting you so hard you don’t even register that he’s moved. You only notice when the thick, leaky tip of his cock presses against your entrance, the sensation making you shudder all over again.

“I’ll be fast,” he pants softly, his voice rough as he pushes himself inside, his movements gentle even as you’re still shaking from the aftermath of his tongue. His hands soothe over your thighs as he sinks deeper, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

“Just one more,” he whispers against your lips, pressing a kiss there as he begins to move. “You’ll make it to work—I promise.”

You couldn't respond besides the O that formed on your lips, your walls clenching around his hardened angry cock that was already wanting to paint your walls white.

Nanami gently moved your legs to wrap around his waist, his motions deliberate and controlled as he set a slow, steady rhythm. It was unlike the rushed mornings you were both used to—this time, he was savoring it, coaxing your body to loosen around him before he drove in deep. The tip of his cock brushed that perfect spot inside you, dragging a gasp from your lips as his mouth found your cheek, pressing soft, tender kisses against your heated skin.

He wasn’t typically one to indulge like this before work; neither of you were. But this morning felt different, like an unspoken agreement to take your time. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the measured pace of his thrusts, and the quiet praise whispered against your ear—it all felt so unhurried, so right.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, a thread of restraint woven into it as his hands steadied your hips. He stayed buried deep, rocking into you just enough to keep the pleasure rolling through you, to remind you how perfectly he fit inside you.

The moment your walls clenched around him so tightly, he let out a quiet groan, his composure finally starting to fray. Your lips found his chest, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses that turned into faint marks, your own body desperate to hold onto him as he quickened his pace—just slightly, just enough.

When he finally spilled deep inside, his movements stilled, and he let out a soft, ragged breath, his forehead pressing gently to yours. The final alarm broke the silence a moment later, the sound almost mocking in its timing.

“Right on time,” Nanami murmured, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he pressed slow, lingering kisses along your neck and jaw. The warmth of his words and his touch left you boneless, sinking further into him as he whispered against your skin.

“I told you,” he added quietly, his tone teasing but soft, “no overtime.”

[hoe-doroki]

Between Fear and Guilt

pairing: Shouto x American cisfem!Reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: light angst, comfort

warnings: sex is mentioned? rated pg-13

summary: You and Todoroki only started being intimate a couple months back, but somehow you’re already experiencing a dry spell—not by your choice. Today’s the day you’re going to figure out what’s up with your boyfriend once and for all.

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Getting Shouto alone in your room had been your favorite sport in your third year. First of all, it was generally easy and, secondly, you were good at it. 

It was that generally that made things tricky, though. At first, it had been easy almost all the time. The two of you would separate yourselves from the class to do homework—and you always would!—but then you started kissing. And over time that had turned  into petting and, as of a couple months ago, the evolved into the whole shebang. But lately, Shouto had started hitting the pause button preemptively, often wanting to actually get your studying done before the evening would devolve into debauchery. And it really was your studying, since you always had to do more than him. Naturally smart, native Japanese, handsome bastard.

You’d been at the tail end of your English homework when you’d pounced tonight. The two of you had been sitting on the floor, leaning your backs against your bed when you’d set down your pencil and started running the back of your hand up and down his arm. He’d glanced at you, expression blank before turning back to his work. You, of course, always got easy grades in English. Shouto always did just as well, if not better since he never made the mistakes a lazy native speaker would. So you’d calculated it as a good opportunity to get frisky. English was the subject the both of you could finish—or bullshit through—the quickest. Since Shouto knew that too, you were hoping that he wouldn’t insist you finish before he let you touch him. 

It seemed you’d bet right. When you started kissing his jawline he caught your lips with his, dropping his pencil as well. You hummed happily as he gave in, his cold hand coming up to the back of your neck to bring you closer. Taking that as an invitation, you pushed his work off his lap and swung a leg over to his other side, quickly situating your lap in his and grabbing both his cheeks in your hands. You were careful of escalating things too quickly, so you sat back a little, comfortably resting on his muscular thighs instead of slotted core to core. Your hands traveled up to his hair, marveling in the slightly thicker texture of his red locks to the white ones. He breathed into your mouth as you closed your fists, not quite pulling but giving a soft scratch and tug to his roots.

His hands were traveling under your thin shirt, feeling your bare sides and grabbing him, and you shivered under the different temperatures of his hands. Neither one was too hot or too cold, but the contrast was always sharp enough that your body would react at first touch. You pulled him closer to you, whispering, “I’ve missed you,” pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

He stiffened and you knew you’d misstepped. In the past few weeks, the two of you had kissed, touched a little, but that was as far as things had gone. It wasn’t like you were dying for affection—you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the most sensitive guy out there; it was what you had signed up for and you were happy with what he could give you—but come on. You’d only started having sex a couple months ago and already you were in a three week dry spell despite being two of the lucky few to have rooms on the only floor without any pervs (Mineta or even Kaminari or Mina), and no one who would yell at you (Iida or Bakugou).

You tried bringing your lips up to his mouth, but it was a lost battle. Already, your boyfriend was far less responsive, his hands coming out from under your shirt and his mouth hardly impassioned as it met yours. You already knew what he was going to say when he pulled away and stated, “We should finish our homework and go to bed.”

You sighed. “I don’t suppose you mean the same bed?”

Shouto wasn’t really one for euphemisms so you didn’t wait for an answer as you pulled your leg back and slumped back beside him, your heated cheeks suddenly more pronounced now that you weren’t as close to him. You wondered if his cold side was putting a chill in the air—it certainly would have made ironic sense.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and it sounded like he meant it. But you didn’t understand why. All you could do was try to push down the toxic answers your brain was feeding to you—that you weren’t good enough, not pretty enough, not talented enough. If Shouto actually thought those things, you had no doubt he would have broken up with you.

“Let’s just finish,” you said, every ounce of your strength going into sounding casual instead of bitter or pouty. You could finish this in ten minutes, five if you didn’t double check your work, and then you could go to sleep and forget about your failures in seduction.

“Y/N,” Shouto said, a hint of insistence coloring his otherwise low monotone, “could you go on birth control?”

Your eyes widened as you turned to Shouto, his long, white bangs hiding his face from you. There hadn’t been a stutter in his words nor even more than a breath of hesitation, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes either.

“Do…Do you not want to use condoms anymore?”

The both of you had only ever been physical with each other so, technically, it should be safe to rely on birth control without an external barrier. But you couldn’t imagine why Shouto would have been withholding sex just because he wasn’t a fan of condoms. It’s not like he had anything to compare them to.

“No, it’s not that,” Shouto said, his breath heavy as he kept eye contact with his kneecaps. “I’ve been looking into the effectiveness of condoms in preventing pregnancy and they can have an eighteen percent failure rate. Meanwhile, the pill, the patch, and the ring are nine percent, the shot is six percent, and an IUD or implant are less than one percent.”

Honestly, you hadn’t even heard of all of those methods before—what in the world was the ring? You’d thought that you and Shouto had been prepared and careful your first time—and all subsequent times, few as they had been—but you suddenly felt that maybe you hadn’t done enough research. Surely some of that failure rate had to come from condoms breaking, right? And if that happened, you could always buy an emergency contraceptive*, right? Although, you’d have to go to a drug store for that and you’d need permission to leave campus, and you’d heard those pills worked the best the sooner you used them…God, maybe you really hadn’t planned enough.

Shouto continued, “I understand if you don’t want to because almost all of those things involve hormones and some necessitate medical procedures. I would do it myself if I could but it seems male birth control research halted when quirks appeared and is only just now making progress again. I’m really sorry to even ask but…eighteen percent? Isn’t that terrifying?”

The last words came out more like a whisper and you could see that your boyfriend really was terrified. His hands were clenched and you could see all the pronounced muscles on his arms flexing with tension as he tried to keep the worst of his feelings in. He didn’t seem embarrassed, but he was obviously caught somewhere between fear and guilt and you wanted to kiss it away, but you kept your distance, not wanting him to pull away from you again.

“And then if something did go wrong, you have irregular periods, so we might not know until it’s too late,” Shouto said. “What would we do then?”

You could see the cycle he seemed to have been putting himself through these last many weeks, the catastrophic thinking. You weren’t sure if he’d imagined that since you’d started having sex every intimate encounter had to go all the way, but maybe it didn’t matter. If you’d been having these kinds of thoughts, you probably wouldn’t want to be touching anyone intimately either, even in ways that couldn’t cause pregnancy. If you’d been that scared.

“Shouto,” you said, your voice low and soothing as you could make it. “You’re right. Okay? You’re absolutely right. I’ll make a doctor’s appointment as soon as I can. You can even come with me if you want, so that you know what’s happening.”

“You’re not mad?” he asked, finally looking at you, and you smiled.

“Of course not,” you said. “I just wish you hadn’t kept this fear so bottled up. I mean, I don’t want to get pregnant either!”

You cupped his cheek, turning his face even more towards yours so he could see exactly how not mad you were. “I know that,” he said. “I guess I was just nervous. Some of these methods can be really hard on people with internal genitalia. I read about side effects with mood swings, more painful periods, weight fluctuation, possible ectopic pregnancies—”

“We just might have to try a few different things then,” you interrupted. “We have time.”

Shouto cracked his first smile of the night. “Of course.”

You put a hand on his leg, giving his cheek a smooch. You didn’t try for more than that, though. If Shouto wanted to hold off on sex until after you were better protected that was fine. It didn’t mean you couldn’t do other stuff, but you didn’t think the moment called for it. You were content to stay connected hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, glad he’d finally filled you in on his fear.

But then a little thought wormed its way into your brain. It started small, probably the way Shouto’s had before he’d dived into the apparent ocean of research he’d done. But it was already growing, creating a million what-if scenarios in your brain. You glanced over at Shouto, who now looked at peace as you rested next to each other. You didn’t want to ruin that just after he’d gotten something hard off his chest. But, at the same time, now was the time to ask. You didn’t want to wait another three weeks or however long it took for the conversation to come up naturally. No, you had to ask. You had to know.

“Shouto…do you…” You weren’t quite as good at being straightforward as Shouto was. You were honest and always said what was on your mind when the moment called for it, but sometimes getting the thought out was still hard, even with your boyfriend. “Do you…ever want children?”

It wasn’t a question you really wanted to ask. You were both eighteen and this wasn’t something that should make or break a relationship at your age. But you liked Shouto so much that you couldn’t help thinking about things in terms of forever. Maybe it was an immature byproduct of this being your first relationship—you were sure it was, actually—but you didn’t care. For you, what felt real was real.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” Shouto said. “I just know that I don’t want them right now. Do you want children?”

“Like in ten years, but…yeah,” you admitted. “I’ve always imagined having children.”

Truly, ten years was a minimum. A pro hero career would not be made easier by pregnancy or children, so you wanted to wait at least ten years, if not until you were comfortably in your thirties. After all, you were realistic. Your twenty-four-year-old sister had given birth to her first baby last year and, though happy, her life had been totally upended. You couldn’t imagine that being you in just five years.

But you did want them. And even though there were no guarantees that you and Shouto would be together in ten years, the idea of being with someone who wasn’t imagining that same kind of future as you were saddened you. What would you do if he decided he didn’t want them? And with the childhood he’d had, he had every reason not to.

“Hmm,” Shouto hummed. At some point, his arm had slung around your shoulder and he was idly rubbing your bicep. “How do you know that?”

You shrugged against him. “I don’t know. It was always a given. When I think of my future, I see children. Probably just two, not a litter like our families. And I know it’s probably a societal thing, but I don’t care. I still want it, even though it will make being a hero hard.”

“It’s really hard having one parent as a pro hero,” he said. “I couldn’t imagine having two.”

“It’s really hard having one parent as Endeavor,” you corrected. “Iida’s parents are heroes and he has a good relationship with them.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Shouto said. “But his brother.”

“If fear kept people from having children, no one would ever have children, Shouto,” you said. “I’m not saying it’s not a valid reason, because it definitely is for some people, but every parent fears for their child and every hero fears death. When combined, those things are compounded. But that won’t stop me.”

You didn’t want to have to sacrifice your career for having a family—that was too painful a cliché to live up to. You wanted the other cliché, the cliché of having it all. You already knew you were unlikely to ever be a top-ranked hero—your quirk was just too specialized for that. So you were already working on a side-career to have on top of that, one that would work better with having a family down the line. But Shouto’s dreams were that of being the number one hero, so it was probably harder to see. Harder to see past anything but his father, the actual number one hero.

“I don’t understand how you’re so sure,” Shouto said.

“Because I’ve thought about it for a long time,” you said thinking of your plans of being a therapist, all your life goals—the specific way that you would save people. “You don’t have to decide today. But it would do you some good to work through the fear and find out if there’s anything underneath it.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.”

He said it like it was easy, but you knew that he wasn’t taking it lightly. He was squeezing your shoulder tightly and when you glanced at his face, his eyes were thoughtful.

“But for now…” you said, bringing him back, “doctor’s appointment. I’ll make one tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Shouto said.

“Of course,” you replied. “You should feel safe with me. All the time.”

He pulled you towards him, but the only way you could get closer was by resting your head on his shoulder. Which is exactly what you did.

“I already do.”

*PSA: Emergency contraception (plan B) is mentioned but, since the reader is of an unspecified weight, this is a great time to remember that plan B doesn’t work for all weight classes! Read that fine print before use—you might have to take two doses or buy a more expensive product (horrible, I know!) We don’t want any unexpected pregnancies around here!

[justwritingscibbles]

Just a Little Evil

Here’s an Anti fic!  So this is a sort of sequel to Just a little Anger and also I’m throwing in another request because it also has something to do with this topic!  Also, I sorta forgot that I was planning to do a part 2. Sorry! Hope you guys enjoy!

Fic Requests: 

- “Hey! Can we like maybe get a part 2 to just a little anger where the reader goes fully dark. Thank you for all that you do! You are wonderful”

-“It was like an Anti were him and the reader had been in a relationship for a long time but this entity like Anti tries to overcome the reader and one day is successful. At first it's just trying to be the reader but it quickly becomes fascinated with Anti as as soon as he realise it isn't her it kinda toys with him and her body.”

P.S: (I sorta go off the requests again, sorry. I tried to keep it close.)

The Entity’s PO: The little meat-sack was easy to possess. It only took a few weeks, easing into her mind, worming my essence into her bloodstream.  So foolish. Oblivious.  She was so plain too. Her lifestyle was simple to replicate and her friends were just as moronic as the girl.  An easy home with a simple host. You might as well serve them on a silver platter.  But, I had to wait. Be patient and cover my tracks. Because the girl, even how mundane she was, had acquired the affections of one such as me. He was different than the other’s I had encountered. He was unaware of my presence and he treated the meat-sack with as much respect and adoration as he did himself.  Anti, was what the girl called him. And he was marvelous.  An odd creature, I’d purr to myself as the girl slept beside him. How does such a tedious creature keep a God under its thumb? The power that raged inside the other entity was almost blinding to witness. He used it for the human’s entertainment, leisure and even use it during their intimate moments.  It made me jealous, angry. Such magnificent power should not go to waste on something that evolved from an ape.  As my power grew, it became harder to keep control of her emotions. Too much anger and she’d lose it. My power, mixing with the chemicals in her brain, fired her up like a pistol.  And on one unfortunate day, I had allowed her rage to slip my grasp, and she pummeled another human’s face.  The girl was fired and she returned home with a storm in her wake. But not all had ended badly.  The one called Anti had enjoyed our little outburst. I slipped into the glove of the girl’s mind as he started on her.  The girl no longer knew the difference between me and her own mind. And the creature between our legs was too occupied to see our eyes glow purple.  When he was done, I was exhausted. The strain to keep my own pleasures under control was enough to render me powerless.  But I managed to swap a few words with this, Anti, before allowing the girl to gain control again.  “I should hurt people more often,” The girl and I joked as the God kissed us.  “You might just break my heart if you turn dark,” Anti purred. “You’ll get more if you do.”  Oh, I wanted more.

Your and Anti’s PO: The grocery store wasn’t very busy today, you noticed absently. Which was nice because you didn’t really feel like being around people. Even ones you’d never see again.  Anti trailed along behind you as you shopped. He whined about the time it was taking to get the ingredients for dinner. Saying it would be quicker to get pizza.  “We had pizza last night,” You said with a chuckle.  “Yeah, and it was good!” Anti replied like a child. “Come on. I’m booorred, I wanna go home.”  “You didn’t have to come,” You pointed out. You turned down into an empty aisle, stalling by the food that was on your list.  Anti didn’t reply. His eyes followed you as you went from aisle to aisle.  Something had been nagging him ever since the day you were fired.  You were grumpier, more likely to blow up at a little prank than laugh it off and playfully whack him with your hand.  Something was off. And until he knew what, he wasn’t letting you leave his sight.

Above, the lights of the grocery store flickered wildly and the ambiance music that was playing, jumped tracks, slowed down and then died with a pop.  You turned to Anti, “Playing around with the electronics won’t get me to hustle any faster.”  “That wasn’t me,” Anti said, confused. He looked up at the ceiling. “For once someone else might be fucking around with the power.” Anti’s attention snapped back to you as you swayed. You groaned, holding your head.  “Anti...” You reached out to him and he caught you as you fell.  “Hey, babe, (Y/N)!” He cradled you against him. His eyes searching your face as you grimaced in pain. “What’s wrong? Can you hear me?”  Your head felt like it was going to explode. White hot nails scraped the insides of your skull and you whimpered as a pressure began to build behind your eyes.  “My...My head...” You managed to say. “It hurts really bad.”  Anti slid his other arm under your legs, lifting you up bridal style and hurrying towards the toilet sign.  He rushed into the restrooms, locking the door behind him and lying you on the bench by the sinks.  “Talk to me,” He demanded, leaning over you. “How does it hurt? Are you hearing voices? (Y/N), answer me!”  Your tongue felt heavy and Anti’s voice sounded distant. You were slipping into darkness, falling into a sense of warmth and comfort.  Like a pillow or a cloud.  “No, no, no!” Anti cupped your face in his hands. “(Y/N), (Y/N) don’t let it take you. I know it feels nice, but you have to fight it. Stay with me. Listen to my voice. Stay with me, goddammit!” 

A high-pitched chuckled rippled out of you. Your eyes opened, the world danced in multiple shades of violet.  You groaned, but no sound came from your lips. What was happening?  Anti’s eyes flared with green fire and his lips curled in a vicious snarl.  “Who are you?” He asked. “Give her back!”  Anti, it’s me! You tried to say. But again, no voice sounded your words. Only another siren like laugh.  “Oh, honey, you have no idea how good it feels to have control of this body again.” Your voice sang. Your arms stretched above you and you heard a few joints crack as your body twisted lazily.  “I’ll give you five seconds to get out of her,” Anti growled. His expression was frightening.  Anti...what was going on? 

Entity’s PO:  I swung my legs over the side of the bench, sitting upright as Anti stepped back. The feral gaze was a real turn on.  “What? Don’t feel like playing?” I pouted. I lifted my leg, gently stroking the man’s groin with the toes of my shoe. “You were so frisky last time I was out.” Anti slapped my foot away, marching forward and gripping my throat with his hand. “Let. Her. Go.” He demanded through clenched teeth. “Aww, boo-hoo.” I said testily. “Your little pet is gone. Get over it. I can be just as good, no better, than this little rodent.” Anti squeezed my throat, forcing my head back against the mirror with a painful crack!   “I won’t ask again, cockroach.” Anti hissed. “Oh? And what will you do?” I cooed teasingly. “If you hurt me, you hurt your little meat-sack. I know she likes a little pain in bed, but, how will she cope with her heart being torn from her chest?” Anti squeezed tighter and I laughed. Gasping slightly. “Go on, break my neck.” I dared him. “Then neither of us can have her.” My lungs began to burn, and just before the black dots consumed my vision, the man released me with a infuriated grunt. I laughed, rubbing my neck as I breathed in lovely air. “See, you can be nice. I’ve seen the way you treat this little porcelain doll. Why can’t we share?”  “Because she isn’t yours!” Anti snapped, green eyes flashing. “She isn’t someone that-” “That what?” I barked, “That should have an entity inside her? You’re selfish, Antisepticeye. We need hosts to survive and I’ve found one that can finally hold me, and here you are trying to get rid of me.”  Anti turned away, his fists clenched and the veins in his neck pulsing under his skin. I stood from the bench, crossing the room to glide my hands over his back.  “I can be her for you,” I said with her voice. “I can offer you more than she ever could. I can survive harsh treatment, last longer between the sheets. Come on Anti, you know you’d prefer a entity to a pathetic human.”  The lights overhead fizzled, flickering as Anti turned to me. The whites of his eyes had darkened and the green was now bright enough to outshine hell-fire.  “Do not use her voice,” Anti snarled. “Don’t you dare use those words with her tone.”  I laughed and stepped back, “You actually care for this bag of blood?” I asked, appalled. Insulted.  I slammed my fist into the mirror, shattering the glass and picking up a large shard.  Anti’s eyes glowed even more as I rested the jagged edges against the my stomach.  “Your little lamb couldn’t survive this,” I said, teasingly sliding the glass across the material of my shirt. “I could. I can see that blood-lust in you. You can take it out on me, I can heal. I can pleasure you and still survive.”  “Don’t...” Anti said, his voice softer than before.  The shard paused just above my folds, the point digging into the pants I was wearing. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to get a reaction from the man in front of me. 

“What was that?” I asked, grinning.  “Don’t....” He breathed in, calming himself. “Don’t hurt her.”  “Aww, isn’t that sweet,” I chuckled. “Are you begging for the girl’s life?”  Anti jerked forward when I dug the shard a little into my skin. Crimson dotted the material, but I held it there, not going any deeper.  “Beg for me, Anti,” I said. “Come on, beg for this rodent’s life.”  Anti was breathing heavily. His eyes darting between the glass and my gaze.  “Please...” He said. “Don’t hurt her. Please.”  A laugh bubbled from my chest, “Oh, wow. I actually didn’t think you’d do that.”  “Just drop the glass and we’ll talk,” Anti suggested. “I won’t do anything and you won’t harm her.”  I hummed as I thought about it. Swaying my hips slightly as I moved the tip across my stomach again.  “No, I think I’ll kill you.” I lunged at the other entity. His arm came up just in time to block the attack. The shard sliced his arm, spilling red blood over the floor. He cried out and danced back, batting another swipe away from his chest.  Again and again, I struck. The glass whistling with my movements. He countered and dodged, but his blows never landed hard enough to hurt me. Nudge me back perhaps, but they were like a flick to the arm.  “Stop holding back!” I hissed. “Fight me!”  Anti’s left arm rose up to meet my weapon. The shard sliced through his shirt, cutting deep into his shoulder.  But his other arm snaked around my throat, spinning me around trapping me against him.  “(Y/N), I know you can hear me,” He said into my ear. “Please, fight it. You can do it. Please, come back to me.”  “Get off me!” I screamed. “She’s gone! I consumed her, we’re one person now.”  “No,” Anti shook his head. “That’s not how we work. We might take over a body, but the host is still there. Hidden in a dark corner. (Y/N) just fight it. She isn’t you. You’re better than she is.”  “Stop it!” I yelled, flaying against him. “I won’t go back!” Anti gripped me tighter, his head nuzzling into my neck.  “Come back to me,” He pleaded.  I went to scream again, but my voice only came out as a whimper.  No! No! My body relaxed, falling into Anti’s embrace as we both slid to the ground. 

You opened your eyes, your head pounding painfully.  “(Y/N)?” Anti asked, his voice just above a whisper.  “A-Anti, what...what happened?” Your body felt heavy and something warm was spreading against your arms. “Anti, you’re hurt!”  Anti chuckled. Relief washing through him as he hugged you against him.  “It’s ok now.” He said into your shoulder. “You’re ok.”  “Anti, what-” “I’ll tell you later,” Anti assured you. He turned you in his arms, his hand cupping your face as he gazed into your eyes. “Just...Just stay here for a moment, please.”  You nodded, pushing back your confusion. He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. His eyes closed and he pecked your lips.  “I won’t let her take you again,” He promised.  You weren’t sure what he was talking about. But you nodded, taking his weary form into your arms.