#trying to cleanse myself of this man

[duskholland]

went on a date today. literally what’s The point

[prettymediocrewizard]

I am physically incapable of going longer than a week without drawing them.

h. help. .

[sycophantzealot]

i just think because of all my sick and sinful thoughts and feelings i should get stomped on by a big boot hard enough for something to fracture. i mean. i have to repent right

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE HUSBAND x GN CELEBRITY!READER

— based off of a dream i had of a childhood friend/crush. hiatus not over tho lol.

— morally bankrupt reader. clingy husband. the usual yandere stuff.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who was your childhood best friend. Your parents shipped you two since you could speak.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who had a crush on you since forever. He doesn’t even remember a time where he didn’t get butterflies and an aching need to be the only one close to you

YANDERE! HUSBAND who’s the biggest flirt. He knows you the best. Although you were completely oblivious. He’d always try to be around you, compliment you, tease you.

He’d give you matching keychains, and would beg his parents to buy whatever gift he’d think you’d like.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who sadly had to move away for a while. He comes back during high school. And the first thing he asks while he’s there? To be put in the same class as you.

Now that you two are older, you finally started to notice how much of a tease he was. Always grappling unto a piece of your attention.

You acquiesce and begin to date him. Not necessarily feeling anything for the guy but thought it was high time that you finally settle down. It was the perfect storyline you could share once your ambitions were fulfilled.

That and cause your parents would only let you go to acting school if he married you.

Which you two eventually did before college. Was it rushed? Definitely. Did you even love the guy? Nuh uh. But you had places you had your sights set on. And he was the only path.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who drops out to be your full time househubby. His parents could always give him a job at their corporation anyways. There was no real pressure for him to study and get a job.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who almost always supports your acting career. Watching all your shows, movies, and interviews. Basically buying out all the merch you featured in. And paying advertisers across the globe to have your face plastered everywhere.

YANDERE! HUSBAND who unfortunately stops you from having any romantic or sexual scenes. Essentially blocking you from any roles that could be your breakthrough just cause it could have a tiny kiss or so.

Your anger at his blatant attempt to have control over you began simmering. Ever so slowly reaching the surface. Not improving at all when you found out he’d been trying out a job that his mother gave him.

Fuck the gifts. Fuck the yachts and cars he’d swarm you with. Why did he get to do what he wanted and you didn’t?

So you follow him to work once, only to catch him in a compromising position with a coworker.

You didn’t care about him or his business beneath the sheets really. So you had to thank the gods above that you knew exactly what and how to do the following act.

Cry. Scream. Throw things at them.

The coworker already left. Shuffling as they tried to hide from your anger.

Your husband is unresponsive. Catatonic. Even more of an excuse to hurt him.

You call him filthy, uncaring, the worst man to ever exist. Hell, even some of your true feelings come out as you yelled about how you regretted ever being with him.

You find out later from his mom that he had been framed. That this coworker was just trying to get money out of the heir.

Still, you wanted out. He had already served his purpose and you needed to expand your horizons.

A week later of radio silence from him as you prepared the divorce papers he walks in.

Covered in red his hands caressed your face,

“You called me filthy did you not? So I cleansed myself with their blood.”

[xxsabitoxx]

Confession | Kinktober

Priest Geto Suguru x AFAB Reader

Warnings: religion, sacrilege, fucking a priest, blow jobs, finger fucking, explicit language, squirting, pet names, mild gaslighting

A/N: Day three is here! This one may be offensive to anyone who is religious so please proceed with caution.

WORD COUNT: 3.6K

“Tell me, what have you come here for?” You squirmed a bit against the uncomfortable wooden chair. The box itself was pretty dim, only a small, uncovered lightbulb was illuminating the musty space. Through a mesh window on your left, the man spoke with a gentle tone. “I’ve come to confess my sins to you, father.” You couldn’t calm your racing heart, hands twisting tightly together as you mentally prepare yourself to receive his blessings. “Is that so? Please, my dear, tell me the things that haunt you.” Again, his tone was enough to make you shudder. Although it was gentle, it sparked something warm deep within your gut. 

“You see, father, I’ve been a terribly naughty girl.” You swallowed, eyes shutting slowly as you tried to focus on your own words. “Go on.” This time it was a little less gentle, a little more gruff. It made warmth flood your cheeks, your eyes blinking open in surprise. You knew what the priest looked like, having attended some of his masses before. You knew he was a devastatingly attractive man, one around your age, and one unfortunately sworn to celibacy. That, however, didn’t make you want him any less. “Father Suguru, I’ve done things I shouldn’t have… to myself.” You spoke in a low tone, listening to him hum softly before asking “Like what? What have you done to yourself?” he took the bait, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“I've touched myself, for my own pleasure.” You held your breath, vaguely certain that Father Suguru did too. After a moment of your confession hanging in the air, he spoke up. “Oh? How many times have you committed this sin?” his tone wasn’t as gentle now, rather it held a level of strain to it. You could hear him shifting in his seat on the other side of the small confessional wall. “Many times, father. I’ve lost count… which is why I’ve come to you. I want to be cleansed of my filthy acts, only your generous mercy can free my tainted soul.” You stroked his ego with each word, a devious grin plastering to your lips as you heard him clear his throat. 

“Sweet girl, by his grace I can cleanse you. But for it to truly work, I’m going to need you to be a little more specific. Tell me how you committed this act, recall one of the moments for me.” you could have choked on the little saliva that was in your mouth, heat pooling deep down as you recalled the last time you masturbated. “Oh well, last night I…” You stopped when you heard him inhale sharply, your teeth sinking into the side of your cheek before you asked “Father Suguru, are you alright?” You tried to sound innocent, praying your smirk wasn’t evident in your tone. “I-I’m alright, I was just taken by surprise. I didn’t think you’d be so bold as to touch yourself the night before coming to see me. But by all means…” his tone was mildly condescending “... go on.” 

Your thighs pressed together, alleviating the mild ache just a bit. You hadn’t even gotten into the details with him, yet you could feel your own arousal dampening your underwear. “Well, you see, I was laying in my bed all alone. I got bored, my mind wandered and I started to think about such sinful things, Father. They got the better of me and I found myself kicking off the sheets and using my hands to toy with my breasts.” You swallowed, one hand coming up to hold your breast as you spoke, as if needing a physical reminder for all the things you had done. “A-and that wasn’t enough. I felt so achy down there that I couldn’t help taking my panties off and spreading my legs…” You stopped again, letting it hang in the air as you tried to compose yourself. 

Beyond the confessional wall, Father Suguru was gritting his teeth, trying desperately to even his breathing as his cock started to strain against his pants. He wasn’t supposed to know who was sitting beside him, but your voice was recognizable. What a sinful girl you were, always attending his masses in such short sundresses. Your smile was addicting, just like the way your hips swayed as you walked up to him to chat after the mass was done. The thoughts you made him think, the things you made him feel… you must have been a temptation sent by the devil. But god dammit, it turns out he was a weak, weak man. He couldn’t resist the temptation of you for much longer he feared. Especially now. “And then what did you do?” he breathed out, quieter. 

“Father, is this really necessary?” you feigned innocence again, all the while you were slowly parting your legs. “Y-yes, go on. For your sins to be properly forgiven, you must tell me in detail.” You could hear his voice straining again, threatening to crack if you asked him something else. “Alright then…” you sighed, legs spreading enough for your hand to slip down and press on your aching cunt. You nearly whimpered, swallowing the noise by clearing your throat. “I used my hand to reach down there and play with myself.” You admitted with warm cheeks, the heat radiating from where your fingers were pressing was enough to make you squirm, the old wooden chair creaking as your hips  swivelled. Father Suguru was losing the battle, hand shakily holding his fully erect length and squeezing it roughly in hopes of helping the ache. 

“And?” he said again, as if working on autopilot. “I played with my pussy until I climaxed.” you stated boldly, using two fingers to press directly over your aching clit. You heard it loud and clear now, a deep rumbling groan from the priest beside you. “You know, such a sinful act needs more of a demonstration.” he spoke with a surprisingly level tone, letting go of his aching bulge to stand. You, on the other hand, had frozen in your seat. “A-a demonstration? Father Suguru, I just bore my soul to you by explaining verbally.” But you heard him click his tongue, “Nonsense girl, you’ve yet to bare your soul to me in any capacity.” You pushed your dress down, hand resting on your lap instead of your cunt as you straightened, Through the mesh window, you could see he was standing. “An intervention for a tainted soul like yours needs to happen face to face.” 

You couldn’t help but gasp, watching through the window as he pushed the door to the confessional open and stepped out. A moment later you were standing, shamelessly pushing the door open to stand in front of the clearly worked up priest. “Father Suguru…” you started innocently yet again, as if you weren’t the direct cause of his raging erection. His jaw was clenched tight, his hair out of its uniform bun and instead styled in a half up half down look. It only made you want him more, especially with the way his tanned cheeks were flushed red. His pupils were swallowing the pretty brown of his eyes, his fingers were tugging at the tight collar of his black clergy top. Your eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his pants before trailing back up. 

“You need to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.” You blinked, eyes roaming the empty pews of the cathedral’s main room. His voice was echoing, sending a shiver down your spine as stain glass windows looked back at you. “Father Suguru I…” you swallowed, truly not anticipating the priest to go as far as he was. You hadn’t gotten this far in your daydreams, because you always convinced yourself the holy man wouldn’t give into temptation. Yet, you were taking a step forward, dropping to your knees before him on the cold marble floor. You felt like you should be ashamed of what you were about to do, not only in front of an altar, but with a priest… a man who swore his life to this work. 

“Don’t speak.” he commanded slowly, fixing you in place with a hard stare. Your lips closed again, any sort of reason leaving your mind as he started undoing his belt with one hand. The other came down to tuck some hair behind your ear, the motion far too gentle for the flames burning in his gaze. “Be a good girl for me, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You obeyed, Suguru’s eyes watched with dilated pupils as your pretty lips parted and your tongue appeared. He breathed out through his nose, leaning over you a little as his belt came undone. You flinched as he spit, saliva landing perfectly in your mouth. “Swallow it, sweet girl.” you did, eyes locking with his as you swallowed the contents in your mouth.

“You must really want forgiveness.” He mused, quickly undoing the button and zipper of his black slacks. You nodded slowly, being mindful to remain quiet just as he had asked. “Surely, this is your ticket to salvation.” You held in a gasp as Suguru pulled out his cock. It was certainly bigger than you had anticipated, tanned and long with pretty veins running up the sides. “Father Suguru… please…” you rasped, mouth watering at the sight of his pretty cock. “Atta girl, beg for your forgiveness, you can speak now.” Your lips parted, eyes trained on the oozing tip as Suguru wrapped his hand around the middle of his shaft. He was taunting you with it, moving it side to side just to watch your eyes follow it wherever it went.

“F-father Suguru I… I want to be forgiven for my sins… I want you to cleanse my soul with your gracious hands… Father Suguru please…” you begged him, breathing turning laboured as you waited for him to stop the torture and give you what you wanted. Suguru held his breath for a moment, heart racing as each syllable fell from your lips. “Please… god please.” you were breathless, eyes watering as you looked up at him. “Yes…” Suguru whispered, squeezing his length tightly before taking a half step forward. He was in mouth’s reach now, making your hips wiggle as your lips parted for him. “Please…” you said again, shivering as his second whisper of yes reached your ears. You took initiative now that he gave you his permission. 

You kept your hands folded nearly on your lap, only using your mouth to take him. With Suguru’s guidance, the weeping head of his cock was slipping between your lips. You inhaled through your nose, jaw struggling to open wide enough to accommodate him as you pushed your head further down his length. You were determined to take the priest’s entire cock, you wanted to hear his pretty moans bouncing off the walls of the cathedral. You locked eyes with him, swallowing around him just to see his eyes nearly roll back. You had to wonder if this was the first time he had ever gotten head, maybe this would be the first time he ever got to touch a woman. The idea of the priest above you being a virgin made your cunt clench around nothing. 

Suguru’s lips were parted, letting go of his cock as you began to bob your head, hands obediently on your lap. “Such a good girl… such a good girl… so so good…” be babbled softly, hands coming to cup your cheeks and guide you as his cock slipped in and out of the wet cavern of your mouth. You got off on his praise, fingers itching to sink between your thighs and toy with your clit just as you had described to father Suguru moments earlier. “So good, you’re such a good girl for not touching yourself yet. Surely you’ll be forgiven…” he groaned, head tilting back as your nose brushed the dark mess of hair at the base of his cock before you pulled back again. Each pass over your tongue, each time your throat constricted around him, it was enough to send him into a blissful state of euphoria. It was enough to make him question his beliefs. 

Your mouth was too preoccupied to ask, but you desperately wanted to touch his balls. They were sitting there, taunting you, growing shiny as your saliva cascaded down his shaft. You moved one hand, eyes still locked on his neck and chin since he was tilting his head back, to test the waters. Suguru didn’t seem to notice as your fingers danced up his thigh, tongue still lavashing him as your head moved back and forth in a steady rhythm. You hesitated for only a moment before gingerly cupping him, watching as his head shot forward to look down at you with a shocked expression. They were warm and heavy with his cum, tightening as you massaged them between your fingers. “Oh… good girl…” he said again, voice a little more broken than before as he uttered the same praise for you. 

The repetitiveness of it wasn’t an issue for you, if anything it got you going more. Every time he uttered the phrase, you felt yourself grow wetter, you were certain your panties were absolutely destroyed at this point. “I-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that… is that what you want, sweet girl?” he cooed, regaining a little composure as he spoke to you. You hummed, sending vibrations straight through him and eliciting a moan from his lips. “You want my cum, don’t you sweet girl. You want me to shoot my load right down your throat, right?” you hummed again, moaning around his twitching length as you squeezed his balls a little harder. Suguru cursed, the sound coming from the priest were enough to have your nipples bubbling, brushing uncomfortably against the material of your bra. “Fuck…fuck…” he panted, cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink as his fingers buried in your hair, no longer gentle as he rutted his hips into your mouth. 

You gagged, fully unprepared for the priest to take over the way he had, the sound echoing and only fueling the fire in his gut. Tears welled in your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks as you let him thrust into your mouth as he pleased, fingers fisting in your hair just as your free hand fisted in the material of your sundress. You inhaled through your nose, lightheaded as the priest abused your throat to his liking. “Gonna… fuck gonna cum… oh yes, fuck… gonna cum down that pretty throat.” you whined, eyes nearly shutting before he commanded you to keep them open. “Look at me, the only way you can be forgiven is if you look at me, sweet-ah-girl.” He gritted his teeth, the pleasure ebbing up the back of his spine was going to make his knees week. Dutifully, you kept your eyes on him, watching his jaw go slack before he finally came. 

You flinched, throat constricting at the extra intrusion but relaxing a moment later. You swallowed, mildly disappointed he had waited until he was nearly down your throat to cum. You didn’t get to taste much, not until he drew his hips back and the salty taste dragged over your tongue. Suguru was panting, watching you reach up to rub your aching jaw as he tried to even his breathing. “You’re on the road to forgiveness, sweet girl. But I don’t quite think you’re there yet.” You looked at him with mild hurt, you had thought you had done so good. “Be a doll and strip for me… sit on the pew and demonstrate your sins from last night.” the priest was tucking his now softened cock away, trying to act as if he weren’t flustered in the slightest. “Father Suguru…” you spoke, voice slightly raspy from his use. 

“Yes? I believe I made myself clear.” he watched as you stood to your full height again, pulling your sundress off with no shame. You held his gaze as you pulled your ruined panties down, making sure he could see how destroyed they were before dropping them on the cold marble and walking down the few steps to the first row of pews. “I would much rather instruct you, I think it only makes sense for your pure hands to cleanse me of my sins in the deepest way.” You sat on the cold, polished wood, looking up at him where he stood on the elevated stage. He seemed to ponder your implications, huffing out a laugh before responding. “I guess that makes the most sense, you’re quite a smart, sweet girl.” You smiled at him, spreading your legs and moving to plant your feet on the pew. You were fully spread, the position mildly uncomfortable but you couldn’t really think past that point as cool air met your slick, displayed cunt. 

“Father Suguru, please… I want to be pure.” you coaxed him down, watching as he took shaky footsteps before dropping to his knees before you. “Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me how you indulged yourself and tainted your soul… let me save you.” You shivered as his fingers trialed up the bare skin of your thighs, brown eyes observing your cunt dutifully. Your hands found their home pressed flat to either side of you, supporting you against the polished wood. “My clit… I played with it until I left a wet mark on my sheets… I didn’t let myself cum for a long while…” you breathed out, watching as he nodded, cheeks red and lips glossy as his tongue swiped across them. “I see…” he started, moving one calloused finger to swipe up your slick folds. “...like this? Gentle strokes and circles, right?” he used his thumb to press against your clit, rubbing it in circles until he felt you twitch. “Y-yeah…” you sighed, head falling back. 

Suguru smirked, not moving any quicker. Your pretty sounds began to fill the empty cathedral, your arousal dripping down to the polished bench below you. He was careful with his movements, slowing until he was barely moving when he noticed you clenching around nothing, trying to draw your orgasm closer. “Be a good girl and let it happen… don’t force your body to cum because you think I’ll leave you hanging, sweet girl.” you whined, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding until he said that. You forced your head back down, face warm as you realized he was still intently staring at you. Granted you had done the same to him as you got him off. “Tell me, is this how you were sinning last night?” Suguru waited until you were about to speak, using two fingers and slipping them straight into your slick core. “Y-yeah…” 

Your body tensed again at the intrusion, moaning loudly as he massaged your walls. “I promise you, sweet girl, I will cleanse you.” he cooed, eyes focusing solely on you as he gauged your reactions. He would find that one particular spot, he was sure of it. “Please Father Suguru… cleanse me…” you cried out as he brushed it, a smirk curling the ends of his lips as he pressed his fingers into the front of your walls, thumb still sloppily rubbing your clit while his other hand squeezed your thigh. “S-Su…Father Suguru…” you croaked, tears leaking down your cheeks as he abused that one spongy part of your cunt. You couldn’t think straight, mind blanking completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. “Go on, sweet girl, cum on my fingers.” He encouraged, voice so gentle you would have never guessed he was knuckle deep in your cunt. 

Suguru could feel it of course, your walls fluttering and twitching around his fingers as more and more of your slick arousal slipped out of you and down to the pew. “I’m gonna cum… Fa-ahh” you couldn’t get the rest out, hip jerking as your orgasm hit you before you could truly prepare. You cried out, the noise bouncing off of the cathedral walls as the priest continued to finger your cunt and circle your clit with his thumb. “S-Stop oh fuck s-stop…” you wheezed out, an unfamiliar feeling building in your gut as he continued to abuse that one spot with his fingers. “No, this is what you need, sweet girl, let it happen.” he encouraged, lips parted as he watched where his fingers had disappeared inside of you very intently. Your eyes screwed shut, trying to fight off the feeling but it was useless, the priest was unrelenting in his movements. 

Shockwaves of your orgasm turned into a full blown tsunami, your head falling back as a gush of fluid sprayed out of you and onto the bench and marble floor below. You cried out, his name mixed somewhere in the jumble of your babbling, utterly embarrassed. Finally, Father Suguru stopped, withdrawing from your body entirely and getting off his knees. “Sweet girl, what a mess.” he scolded you, a devious grin on his face still as he looked your wrecked frame over. “You’ve been cleansed, pretty. But I would argue that we should double… or even triple check to make sure it’s really working.” Your body felt heavy, eyes lidded as you merely nodded, cunt still fluttering at the thought of getting more of the priest before you. 

“I’ll make sure you are pure, my sweet girl.”  

[lxkeee]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

-PART SEVEN

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Swearing and Adam.

Notes: shit is about to go down.

PART ONE | PART SIX | PART EIGHT | NAVIGATION

“Because if you don't, I will personally kill you myself.” [Y/n] added, her eyes glaring down on Adam, her power and strength can be felt through the air and they can tell that she is absolutely furious.

“Oh shit.” Adam muttered underneath his breath. His boss' boss is here.

Adam nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “Heyyy there [Y/n]... I didn't expect you to be hereee or rather, I didn't expect to see you today... Don't you have work...?” he says nervously, clearly not expecting the news would reach the Seven Heavenly Virtues this soon and [Y/n]'s eyes narrowed even more at him, her wings fluttering behind her back—puffed up and angry.

“Enough Adam, you've done enough pain and destruction here. Take the exorcists and your ass back hOME!” She sneered, her eyes looking at Adam with annoyance, “You and Sera will be held accountable for your actions and for your disobedience and if you don't want a severe punishment then I suggest you go home quietly and quickly. Do you understand?” she snapped, her voice filled with anger and authority. Reminding them who they're dealing with.

Adam avoided her gaze and eventually nodded, “I understood...” he muttered, opening a portal back to heaven with a snap of his fingers, “Exorcists! Fall back and return.” Adam ordered and flew past [Y/n], the exorcists following behind him.

The sinners just looked at the scene in awe, an angel ordering Adam to stop whatever the fuck he was doing and the man just complied without questions.

Lucifer's eyes never left her form, he never stopped looking at her in fear that the moment he blinks she will disappear once more. Like a dust in the wind.

[Y/n] sighed, her angelic form calming down once Adam and the exorcists left, the portal closing. She turned back to look down on the sinners. Her heart ached when her eyes finally landed on her husband. Her mind telling her to imagine it was Xavier but how can she? When Lucifer was missing Xavier's [e/c] eyes? That is not her son, that is Lucifer, her husband, ex-husband?? She doesn't know the status of their marriage and she's in too much in pain to care.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down her fast beating heart, she can feel her body is weakening even more. She barely got any rest, she's also wounded and her healing powers took most of her energy. She just hoped she had enough to last to return back home and back to her son.

She slowly flies down to where the sinners are, to where Lucifer is.

She landed in front of them gracefully, well, a little wobbly.

The sinners and Lucifer looked at her with hesitation, nervous whether she was a new enemy or an ally.

“Greetings, I am Raphael from the Seven Heavenly Virtues.” She greeted, giving them a small bow, “On behalf of heaven and the seven heavenly virtues, we apologized for Sera's, Adam's, and the exorcists' behavior. This cleansing wasn't approved by the others and was done without the other's notice. We will make sure that they will be held accountable for their actions and disobedience. We never intended for sinners to suffer like this.” she says, her voice quivering before kneeling in front of them.

This is so embarrassing. [Y/n] thought to herself.

Their eyes widened in surprise to see an angel, a seraphim angel prostrate herself, her head on the ground as she asked for their forgiveness.

They were also surprised to know that this cleansing wasn't a decision made by the entirety of heaven but just a few people.

Charlie waved her hands, trying to get the woman to stop kneeling, “Um... Please raise your head...” Charlie says nervously.

Lucifer was speechless, how could he not? His first wife that he didn't see for so many millennia is here. His eyes caught sight of a golden wedding ring on her ring finger—the very wedding ring he slipped into her finger when they got married, he could never forget it. She still wore it after all these years, after all the things he has done to her and their family. She waited for him...

[Y/n] raises her head, her eyes tired and... Lucifer doesn't remember her eyes to be this... Sad. His heart broke into pieces. He's done this, he caused her so much pain and it changed her. Those aren't the eyes of the [Y/n] he fell in love with, [Y/n]'s eyes were so bright and hopeful before and now... It doesn't even look like it can see herself living tomorrow. It doesn't even look like she has gotten enough sleep judging by the heavy bags underneath her eyes and the dark circles around her eyes.

[Y/n] avoided Lucifer's gaze, she felt so small and weak underneath his eyes. Even after all these years he still had this much effect on her.

[Y/n] tried to focus on whatever the girl said, her ears were slightly ringing and her eyes were slightly blurring. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand before slowly standing up, wobbling slightly.

Everyone noticed it, something is definitely wrong with her and it made them worry. They can notice how pale she looked and she seems to wince slightly whenever she moves.

“Are... Are you okay...?” Charlie asked worriedly, helping her up and [Y/n] smiled, though it never reached her eyes. The girl looked just exactly like Lucifer, this must be his daughter then?

“I'm just a little tired, don't worry about me.” She says weakly, patting the girl's head.

“I think I would be leaving now, we'll make sure to punish both Adam and Sera for their actions and we'll try to help hell find a better way to deal with its growing population.” She says, gently parting away from the girl's hold. Her body felt heavy and so incredibly exhausted. This is bad, she needs to get home soon.

She stumbled slightly, Lucifer's eyes widened and his body moved without thinking  and caught her effortlessly, her head pressed against his chest, [Y/n]'s eyes widened, her eyes starting to prick, no don't cry, don't cry... He felt so warm and so soft, she missed this. She weakly tries to push him away. She can still smell his signature perfume of vanilla and roses from his suit. The scent calmed her down slightly.

“Lucifer... Please don't... Please don't hold me like this... Please don't hold me like you still care...” she pleaded weakly, trying to push him away. Her arms on his chest, weakly pushing him away but the man wouldn't budge.

These two have history together... The others thought as they looked at the two angelic beings.

Lucifer's heart aches even more but refusing to let go of her and make her fall into the floor, he can tell she's incredibly exhausted by how much she's no longer trying or having the energy to stand up for herself.

“No [Y/n]... I made that mistake before and I promised not to lose you again...” he says, his voice cracking with emotions, slightly choking on his words. [Y/n]'s eyes widened at his words, her heart aching, hurting, she wants to believe his words, but the damage is not so easy to fix. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She nuzzled her head against his chest, her eyes finally rolling back as she passed out into his arms. Physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted. Despite all of that, Lucifer's arms are as warm and comforting as she remembers.

Lucifer's gaze softened, he gently shifted [Y/n]'s limp body so he's now carrying her bridal style. Making sure he's not causing her even more pain.

His eyes returned back to the sinners and her daughter, they looked at him with evident confusion in their eyes. He sighs, “She's... My first wife... First ex-wife.. I don't know...” he answered pathetically to the unspoken question in the air, even he himself doesn't know what his status with her is. They never really divorced each other.

Angel Dust whistled, “Quite a dilemma you got there toots.” he snickered and Lucifer glared at him before sighing, he himself agreed to that statement, “I know...” he sighs.

“I'll just leave her somewhere safe to rest and I'll come back to help fix and tidy up this place.” Lucifer says, summoning a portal behind him and quickly stepping in with [Y/n] in his arms. The others didn't have time to protest as the portal closed before they could.

Lucifer carried her effortlessly in his arms, walking towards his bedroom—it is currently the cleanest as the other rooms were dusty from being unused.

He gently laid her down to rest on his bed, making sure she's not lying down on her hair. He was about to tuck her in when he noticed something golden seeped into her white dress, just by her waist.

His eyes widened, that's blood. Angelic blood to be specific.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

She's bleeding, what the actual fuck happened to her?

He thought to himself, debating whether to rip her dress or undress her so he could treat her wound.

“Oh Satan. I shouldn't overthink this, she's in desperate need of help.” Lucifer muttered underneath his breath, hands shaking. Why wouldn't he? She's finally back in his arms and now she's wounded and bleeding and passed out to exhaustion? He's behind worried!

Think Lucifer, think.

He thought to himself before finally getting an idea. He gently wakes her up with a small nudge, causing the girl fo groan and open her eyes.

Pain, sharp pain on her side is what [Y/n] felt first when she woke up. She could see a familiar mop of light blond hair. Disoriented, her eyes blurry,  and head aching, she just groaned, “Xavier...?” she calls out, thinking it was her son.

“I'm sorry [Y/n], I'm just going to undress you and treat your wound real quick. Can I do that?” he murmured, asking for her consent. [Y/n] just nodded and groaned before passing out again.

Lucifer sighs in relief, snapping his fingers together to remove her dress and changed her into something comfortable and appropriate. A light pink satin pajamas. He lifted up her shirt and Lucifer had to cover his mouth.

So much concentrated negative energy is present on her wound, a wound that is located at the left side of her waist.

Lucifer swallows the lump of nothing in his throat, he sits on the empty spot of his bed. He'll worry later, he needs to heal her as fast as he can. Placing his hand above her wound, hovering slightly. A golden aura radiates from the palm of his hand.

No wonder she's so exhausted, it's taking so long to heal this wound. He thought, exerting more energy into healing her. His eyebrows furrowed as he maintained his concentration, making sure his power flows directly into his hand.

Slowly and surely, her wound began to close in. Lucifer could feel the exhaustion creeping in, the concentrated negative energy making the healing process much more harder.

No wonder she was so exhausted, she must've tried healing herself before coming here. He thought to himself.

With a gasped, the wound finally closed and healed itself. It felt like his life was sucked out of him after healing her.

He sighs, his eyes softening as his gaze landed on her sleeping form. She no longer had that pained expression on her face after healing her and he's glad. He's glad to be able to at least help her and not cause her pain for once. He gently lifts her hand and pressed a chaste kiss at her knuckle before bringing it back down again to her side.

He tucks her underneath the blanket, making sure she's comfortable.

He left her side once more, this time, promising that he'll be back. He just needed to help his daughter. He'll be back before she wakes up.

“Luci...? Please don't leave me again...” she whispers in her sleep, snuggling into his warm blanket. Lucifer's eyes watered, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

“I'll be back before you know it, I'll see you soon, [Y/n].” he whispers before teleporting away in specks of red and golden dust.

Meanwhile, in heaven.

“YOU LEFT MY MOTHER BEHIND?!” Xavier growled, pissed. He glares at Adam, the first man. Annoyed that the man left his mother with his father, THE MAN WHO LEFT HER FOR ANOTHER WOMAN!

“Look, your mom was clearly pissed off and I don't want to face her wrath. I can tell that that woman is holding so much anger inside her and just waiting to blow up.” Adam says nonchalantly, a sigh escaping his lips, shrugging.

Xavier wanted to rip his own hair in frustration. He is beyond worried, he just found out that his mother would be taking care whatever bullshit is happening in hell and she's been gone for hours now! Adam and the exorcists' arrived back in heaven three hours ago and there is still no sign of his mother.

He's worried, he knows his mother has just gotten out of work from the mortal realm and went straight down to hell to fix whatever damage Adam and the exorcists' did.

“Fuck this, I'm going down there and look for her.” Xavier says with a sigh, annoyed at Adam for being good for nothing.

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[general-fanfiction]

Intimate Treasures. (Steve Harrington x Adult Store Worker!Reader)

Word Count: 4.5K

Y/N works in an adult store and Steve can't seem to stay away.

Warning: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus (m and f receiving), dirty talk, knife kink, sex toys, mature language

Weekdays were always slow at Intimate Treasures, most people either working their regular 9-5’s or simply too embarrassed to be caught in an adult store mid week. Opting to discreetly shop on a Friday or Saturday night, hoping nobody will catch them. I often find myself amused by the actions of our customers, ninety percent of which seem to be ashamed of themselves for purchasing such ‘dirty’ products, as they like to call them.

Upon the opening of the store, many citizens of Hawkins were vocal of their displeasure at the presence of such a place. Believing that there was no place in the town for us. They argued that by opening within the Starcourt Mall, we would be indoctrinating their children into believing that sex is something that should be enjoyed and explored freely. Rather than an act of love that should only be taking place once married for the sole purpose of reproduction. There have been numerous occasions when I’ve argued with people about this, lecturing them on the importance of sexual liberation and safety rather than shaming people for their choices.

It was during one of these arguments that I met him for the first time. Wrapped up in a heated debate with none other than the local priest who was offering to save me from hell, I almost missed the mop of fluffy brown hair that hesitantly crossed the threshold of the store. He was trying to act casual, as though being here was no big deal, but I could tell he was nervous. Fumbled movements causing him to almost knock over a display of free condoms. To which he pocketed a few in the shorts of his little sailor outfit.

“What you are doing here in this store is sinful, I am only looking out for you young lady.” My eyes snap back to the priest who is glancing around the place in utter disgust, one hand gripping the cross around his neck, the other clutching a Bible.

“If you think this is sinful, you should see what I do in bed, old man.”

Despite losing sight of the sailor, I hear a muffled laugh coming from down one of the aisles and I can’t help but feel pleased that I’m not necessarily alone in this argument.

“You could be doing so much more with your life! You don’t need this filth, the Lord can set you on the right path if you would just let me cleanse you of your impurity.” The man pleads, his words failing to provide the impact he is hoping for.

Resting my elbows on the countertop, I lean towards the priest, hoping he pays attention to me. “Listen, I know for a fact that the Bible doesn’t specifically mention anything about sex toys or masturbation and not all of us are lucky enough to be in a relationship. Though I’m sure your wife isn’t exactly thrilled with her sex life.” 

He gasps at my words, shuffling towards the door whilst muttering about ‘young dirty girls of today’. 

“Be sure to send your wife in, her first vibrator is on me!”

As the door swings closed behind him, I let out a sigh of relief. Completely fed up of having the same arguments over and over again. My eyes fall back down to the stack of boxes by my feet, filled to the brim with new lingerie sets that need putting out on the shop floor. 

Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly add the inventory to the system before hanging the black latex to the hangers. I won’t deny, it’s a gorgeous set. Shiny black bralette, so thin that the strap of fabric is only big enough to cover the nipple, with a matching thong, which also happens to be just as small. It leaves very little to the imagination, and I would be tempted to spend my paycheck on it, had I anybody to wear it for.

Finding a spot in one of the aisles, I begin to hang the various sizes on the wall. Careful to make sure that they’re all in size order so that they’re easy to find. A shuffle of feet towards the end of the aisle pulls me from my thoughts, the sailor intently staring at different wand vibrators. Every few seconds picking one up before putting it back with a shake of his head.

“Need some help?” I ask, hanging the last of the lingerie up and strolling towards him.

His eyes widen as I stand next to him, a deep red blush rising on his cheeks and I can’t help but smile softly at his awkwardness. I’m never one to assume, though I’m fairly certain this may be his first time in any adult stores. If his blush is anything to go by.

“Sorry, I just don’t really know what I’m supposed to be looking for.”

“Something for your girlfriend?” I push, the question slips off my tongue easily, one I generally ask all the male customers that look in need of assistance, yet something in me is praying that he answers with a no.

I won’t deny that he’s attractive, even with the unfortunate attire that he appears to be sporting. He has a boyish look about him due to the costume, it’s cute and soft. However, his chestnut brown eyes are dark and I can tell that he is very much a man. 

“No, no girlfriend.” He admits, shoving his hands in his pockets, as he does so I’m able to catch a quick glimpse and notice the large size, backs of his palms displaying very prominent veins and I can’t help but squeeze my legs at the sight.

I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with me. Never usually finding someone so attractive upon meeting for the first time, yet I’m practically drooling over the man in front of me. Even if I am putting on a very cool front.

“This is kind of awkward to admit but I wanted a vibrator you know for when I do have girls over. Just for something different I guess, in case my performance doesn’t cut it.”

I’m taken aback by his admission, most men refusing to believe they couldn’t be absolutely incredible in bed and insisting they’re only getting a toy because their wife wouldn’t stop pestering. To have a man so open about possibly not being perfect is refreshing and I realize I’m most definitely going to need some ice cold water then this customer leaves.

“Oh wow, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I tell him, moving slightly closer to the wall of products in order to assist him as best I can. Carefully, I grab a hot pink box, offering it to him. “So this is the newest wand vibrator we have, it has three different settings and a very long battery life. Trust me any girl would love it, it only took me about five minutes to cum when I used it for the first time.”

His eyes are focused on the box, teeth catching his bottom lip as he reads the information on the back. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, truly reading everything about the product in his hands. Something about him intrigues me, whether it be the sailor outfit or the fact that he truly cares about his sexual partners, I’m not sure.

“I’ll take it, thank you.”

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The second time that the interesting sailor entered the store was only two days later. A Thursday evening, most of the stores in the mall were closing for the day, not us however. Opting to stay open later for more of a sense of privacy.

I’m idly flipping through one of the latest editions of Playboy magazine, staring down at the women sprawled out on the pages. They ooze confidence and sex appeal, something I could only dream of. Whilst I wouldn’t say I necessarily lack confidence, I most certainly do not have a string of guys desperate for my attention like the women in the magazine.

Completely wrapped up in my own thoughts as I turn the page, it’s only when a handful of products are placed on the countertop that I glance up. Boredom evident on my face, I’m counting down the minutes until I can close the store and head home for the night. That is, until I realize who the customer is.

“I didn’t think girls were into Playboy.”

Running a hand through his perfectly styled brown mane, he smiles at me as he speaks and I struggle to hide my excitement at his return. Though there is still a hint of red on his cheeks, he seems calmer this time, clearly less embarrassed by his visit.

“I don’t know if you can tell, but we don’t exactly stock academic reading material.” I joke, beginning to ring the items through the till.

Bottle of lube, metal handcuffs and black bondage tape. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to the kinky items that I ring out on a daily basis. Yet, something about the handsome sailor buying them has me weak at the knees and I have to look anywhere other than his face as I bag everything for him.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you by the way.” Finally making eye contact with the man, I can’t hide my confusion at his words. “For your help last time, the vibrator was a big hit.”

“Oh right yeah. No problem at all, I’m glad I could offer my assistance.”

My smile falters, why am I jealous? I shouldn’t be jealous, I should be pleased that I could help another customer. Pleased that I’m allowing others to enjoy their wants and desires. However, something about knowing the stranger has already used my suggestion on another woman hurts. I sound desperate, it’s not like me to get hung up on a man I have only briefly interacted with twice and yet here I am.

“No seriously, it was the most intense hook up I’ve ever had and it’s all thanks to you.” He rummages through his pockets as he speaks, before sliding a piece of paper across the countertop.

Free ice cream on me - Steve.

“I work at Scoops Ahoy, figured I owed you one.”

“Now the sailor outfit makes sense.” I laugh softly, carefully folding the piece of paper and slipping it into my pocket.

“I know. It sucks, does not help me woo the ladies at all.” He smiles bashfully, handing me the cash to pay for the products.

“I think it’s cute.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop myself and my head drops to the floor, shaking it lightly, humiliated by what I just said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it’s just-”

“Good to know, I’ll see you later.” He looks at me expectantly, awaiting my name, as he makes his way towards the exit.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

The moment the door closes behind him, I slide to the carpeted floor, head in my hands, afraid I may have just completely made a fool of myself in front of Steve. Doing my best to get over how mortified I feel, I quickly stride to the door and flip the sign to closed, not wanting to humiliate myself further in front of any more customers tonight, even if I am technically supposed to be open for another hour and a half.

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“I swear to God John, if you take these home and add them to your wank bank, I am going to kill you with my bare hands.”

This week seems to be one embarrassing event after the next, standing in nothing but the new micro black latex lingerie, I pose awkwardly in front of the only blank wall in the building, allowing the store owner to take photos of me on the polaroid. 

“Listen, we need to advertise what we have on offer, putting these pictures in the window is bound to gain more customers. Not to mention the added benefit of being served by the hot girl plastered in the window.” He states as though it's obvious, shoving a large kitchen knife into my hand which I take reluctantly. “Now spread those legs and lick the knife.”

Dropping to a squat, I spread my legs wide open, raising the knife to my mouth and seductively licking a stripe down the edge, careful not to cut myself. I may as well be completely naked with how little the lingerie covers, moving the knife to cover my vagina, I feign a gasp as he snaps another photo.

“You’re a natural, I’ll put these in the window and then I’m off for the night.”

I throw the knife on to the counter as I watch with folded arms how John sticks up the photos by the door. No doubt we’ll have complaints as each photo has me in increasingly compromised positions. It’s borderline pornographic.

Catching glimpses of the photos every couple of seconds, I can admit that I do look good. Incredibly good. They’re sexy and I feel empowered, it’s just a shame that they have to be on display for everybody to see. I’m all for being sexually liberated, I’m just not sure I believe everybody should be allowed to see me in such a vulnerable environment.

John leaves with a quick wave in my direction, flipping the sign on his way out so that I can finish my closing tasks in peace. Throwing myself down on the couch beside the window, I feel the shame start to flood my body. I begin to feel dirty and used, allowing my boss to take advantage of the fact that I have to follow his orders. 

Is this how the women in Playboy feel? Never once have I questioned if selling dirty magazines is unethical, believing that the woman in them felt free and proud that they can be so open and sexual. Now I’m starting to think that perhaps that isn’t the case.

With my head resting against the back of the couch and my eyes fixated on the uneven tiles on the ceiling, I hear the door click open beside me. Internally sighing, I don’t avert my gaze as I speak.

“We’re closed!” Voice snappier than I intended it to be, however, I make no effort to apologize.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just hoping you’d be here.”

Swinging my head to face the direction of the door, I match the voice to the speaker. Steve stands awkwardly in the entryway, eyes trailing over my body as I stand to greet him. His mouth drops open slightly, rubbing a hand over his plump cherry lips. Glancing down, I remember that I’m still only wearing the lingerie and heat floods my body.

“Shit, sorry. One second.” 

I awkwardly jog to the back of the store as best I can in the heels strapped to my feet, I’m careful to wrap the long satin robe tightly around myself before making my way back over to Steve. Who stands in the same spot, unmoving. Eyes focused on me as I lean against the counter, arms crossed over my body in an effort to keep the robe covering me.

“So what can I help you with?” I ask, voice shaking every so slightly due to the interaction only moments ago.

“You look incredible in that.”

Although my eyes are firmly fixated on the ground, I smile nervously at his words. Hearing the shuffle of his feet, I look up only to see him standing just a couple of feet away from me. Clad in his sailor uniform once again, I allow myself to gaze over his physique. Thick legs that wear the shorts well, tight in all the right places. Arms defined showing off the muscles he has built. Pulling myself from my thoughts, I round the counter, hoping that the distance between us will ease the ache between my thighs.

“Steve I really should be closing, did you need help with something?”

I notice his eyes fall to his shorts, an impressive tent having formed and I have to hold my breath so as not to drop straight to my knees. Without a word, he slowly reaches across the counter, gently knocking the robe from my shoulders, exposing me to him once again.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” He speaks quietly, so quiet I almost don’t catch it.

There’s a look of animalistic hunger on his face, one that is new to me. A stark contrast to the boyish smile he usually sports. Within seconds he’s leaning across the counter, capturing his lips with mine, one hand tightly grasping the back of my neck for support, whilst I grip at his shirt. His kiss is fuelled by passion and while it’s rough there’s a feeling of comfort that I can’t describe.

Without thinking, I’m striding back around the counter, pushing him backwards so that he flops down on the couch. Allowing me to take a seat on his lap, his erection firmly pressed in between my thighs, if I weren’t so focused on the moment, I’d most certainly be embarrassed by the wetness that begins to drip down my thighs.

Grinding myself slightly, I tug at his top, pulling it over his head quickly before throwing it behind me. His lips attach to my neck and I can feel him sucking gently, determined to leave a mark. A moan escapes my lips before I can stop myself, sparking a fire in his eyes as he grips my hips, guiding them to roll over his clothed length even harder.

His fingers move with haste as he works at the knot holding the flimsy bralette together, prying it off my body the moment the ties become loose. Grabbing his jaw, I pull his face back to mine, kissing him with burning desire as his hands move to palm my breasts. Our tongues entwine as his fingers brush over my nipple, releasing a soft gasp from me, to which he takes advantage. Dipping his head to suck and bite marks into my chest, I grab his hair tugging softly with every moan that he extracts from my body.

I can hear a groan escape his mouth, to which he covers it up quickly by dragging his tongue over my nipple. His hands playing with the other so as not to focus all his attention solely on one. Steve sucks gently, drawing unholy moan after moan from my body as I continue to feel the heat between our bodies.

Tipping my head back and pushing my breasts further into him, I find myself pushing a hand between our bodies. Slipping under his shorts and offering a short squeeze, causing the man to murmur a soft fuck as he continues to play with my nipples. From feeling his length in my hand, I can tell he’s big, bigger than I anticipated and much bigger than I’ve ever had. It scares me equally as much as it excites me.

It’s only when I begin to start delicately stroking up and down, that he pushes me to the side. Throwing me onto the couch gently so that I am laid on my back with him standing over me. As he smiles down at me, I can’t help but find the contrast between his soft smile and the dominance he has just been displaying amusing. A cheeky grin evident on my face.

“Where’s that knife?” He asks, fingers brushing over my throat as he stares down at me.

“Knife?” 

“From the pictures.”

Nodding my head towards the countertop, I watch eagerly as he grabs it, clenching my thighs together as my mind drifts to what he is going to do with it. Much to my surprise, he gently pulls my body up so that I’m sat upright, before settling on his knees between my thighs. Pushing the thong to the side, he presses the blunt side of the knife to my heat, trailing it between my folds. When he removes it, it glimmers with the slick that is now definitely dripping onto the couch.

“Lick it.” He raises the knife to my mouth and I brush my tongue against it as directed, immensely turned on by the entire situation. “You’re such a good girl.”

If his words didn’t make me moan, I do when his tongue makes contact with my clit. Head falling back as I close my eyes, focused only on the pleasure he is giving me. Despite not having my eyes open, I am acutely aware of Steve reaching up to my throat and holding the sharp side of the knife directly on my neck. Pushing it gently, though not so much to draw blood.

“God, you’re such a good girl.”

He switches between sucking and licking my clit, his free hand moving to push two fingers into me ever so slowly. The sounds are inherently sinful, the way he’s lapping up everything I can offer him is downright filthy and yet I feel like I’m in heaven. He devours me as though I’m his last meal, moaning against me, vibrations adding to the already exhilarating pleasure I’m experiencing. God, if this is what he can do with his tongue, there was no reason for him to buy a vibrator.

As he continues to push his fingers into me at an unruly pace, his tongue swirls circles against my clit, pushing me further and further to the edge. My stomach feels tighter and I try to close my thighs, though he reacts by pushing the knife closer to my throat, reminding me of its presence.

“Holy fuck.” I whisper, coil within me snapping and my legs twitching as he continues to lick up anything I have left.

With a pleased grin, he pulls himself away from me, rising to his feet and even in my post orgasm daze, I drop to my knees. Hurriedly pulling his shorts down to his ankles, I grab his erection with both hands. Mouth falling open in shock as I wrap both my hands around him.

“Jesus Christ.” My voice is almost silent yet Steve still hears me, chuckling at my words.

“You gonna be able to handle it?” He asks and I waste no time in nodding, gazing up at him, eyes filled with lust. “Yeah you are.”

In an attempt to calm my nerves, I hesitantly lick from the tip to the base, mouth watering as I hear Steve’s breaths become shakier. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I slowly begin to bob my head up and down, unable to take the whole thing but trying my hardest. I allow myself to coat his member with my spit, using my hands to stroke whatever I can’t fit in my mouth. He bucks his hips involuntarily with a deep guttural moan and I can’t help but gag, eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat. 

Pulling back with a gasp for air, I continue to stroke him with one hand, the other reaching for his balls. As I lean in to go for round two with my mouth, he grabs my hair softly, pulling me to look up at him. With mascara streaks running down my and saliva falling from one corner of my mouth, Steve smirks.

“I’d let you do that forever if I wasn’t so desperate to feel you.”

He helps me up, pushing my body over the countertop, before pulling the thong off me completely. I spread my legs for him, allowing him to see the effect he has on me, he circles my clit with one finger as his other hand grips his length. The tip smacking against me as he nervously rubs it over my hole. 

“Steve please, I want you so bad.” I beg, feeling myself clenching around nothing as he teases me.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He cautiously pushes the tip into me, my hands gripping the wood of the countertop at the stretch and I squeal slightly, from a mixture of pleasure and pain. “My perfect girl.”

He continues to push himself inside of me for what feels like an eternity, just when I think I’ve taken him all, he pushes further. I’ll admit it has been a while and with Steve’s size, the stretch burns and yet I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me forever.

The gentleman he is, he stills once completely sheathed within me, awaiting confirmation from me that he is able to move.

“Steve please fuck me now.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and instantly pulls himself out, almost completely before slamming back into me. Balls slapping against my clit in a way that teases me as he practically rips me in half. One hand pushes on my back, firmly holding me down against the counter as he continues to pound into me. The other grips my hip, knife still in hand though neither of us seem to pay any attention to it. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.” He states between moans, slamming into me at an almost brutal pace.

I’m able to slip one of my hands between the wooden surface and my body, bringing it to the space between my legs and gently teasing my clit, resulting in a string of profanities falling from my lips. Steve notices this and bats my hand away, taking over himself. His fingers are like magic and combined with the way he is ramming himself into me, I can feel myself on the brink of cumming once again.

“Oh my god, Steve I’m so close.” 

Upon hearing this, he pulls my body upright, peppering kisses along my shoulders and the nape of my neck as he continues to drill into me at the same rough pace. Within a matter of seconds, I find vision spotting as I fall over the edge. Thighs sticky and wet with the remnants of my second orgasm. Steve allows me to fall back onto the countertop, continuing his assault on my vagina and the overstimulation drives me crazy. I’m a complete moaning mess and by the time he stills with a soft grunt, I have even more tears in my eyes.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs, pulling out of me gently and pressing yet another kiss to my neck.

Turning around to face him, he has a lazy fucked out grin on his face and I can’t help but feel proud that I’m the reason for that smile. I smile at the thought, and at the feeling of his cum beginning to spill out of me and down my legs. Steve takes my hands in his and flops back onto the couch, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.

“You know I actually came here hoping I would work up the courage to ask you on a date but this was so much better.” He admits, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“Wow so I missed out on a date?” I tease, hugging into him even tighter.

“I mean, we can always break into Scoops and go have that date now.” He suggests, voice soft as though he’s afraid I will reject him.

“That sounds perfect.”

[inkspiredwriting]

Seven Years Lost

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

A/N: This was a request. I really hope it's not that bad. To the lovely person who sent me this request, please contact me and tell me what you think about it, even if you don't like it, then I really want to know what you don't like. So that I can do better next time

Warnings: spoilers for season 4 episode 5-6, angst

Y/n sat on the worn-out couch in Diego’s living room, the sound of muted conversation from the kitchen drifting through the house. The weight of her growing belly reminded her that she wasn’t alone, that there was a small life depending on her now, a life she had been overjoyed to create with Five. But that joy had turned to a hollow ache since she had discovered the truth.

She absently ran her hand over her stomach, trying to find comfort in the small kicks and flutters that had once brought her so much happiness. The baby was all she had left to cling to now.

Diego had been the one to tell her, his voice low and hesitant as he explained what Five had confessed to him. Seven years. Seven years in a different timeline, trapped with Lila. Seven years that had only been hours in their timeline. And in those years, Five had been unfaithful. It was a betrayal Y/n couldn’t understand, a wound that cut deeper than any she had ever known.

“Y/n,” Diego’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway, concern etched across his face. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can go somewhere else.”

She shook her head, forcing a small, tight-lipped smile. “It’s fine, Diego. I just… I need some time to think.”

He nodded, understanding, but didn’t push further. “I’m here if you need me,” he said softly before retreating back into the kitchen, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/n closed her eyes, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. She had been so happy, so content in the life she and Five had built together. She had believed in their love, in their future. But now, all of that seemed like a cruel joke.

How could he have done this? How could he have betrayed her, betrayed their love, even if it had been in another timeline, in another life? And yet, as much as she wanted to hate him, to push him away, she couldn’t ignore the part of her that still loved him, that still wanted to believe in the man she had married.

But the reality was inescapable. She had to protect herself, and more importantly, she had to protect their child.

Just as she was about to get up and leave, the door to the living room creaked open, and she looked up to see Five standing there. His face was drawn, pale, with dark circles under his eyes—a man broken by his own actions.

“Y/n,” he said quietly, his voice trembling with regret.

She stiffened, her heart constricting as she met his gaze. “What do you want, Five?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it trembled slightly with the weight of her emotions.

He took a tentative step forward, clutching a leather-bound book tightly in his hands. “I’m so sorry, y/n,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret what happened. I know I’ve hurt you in a way that might never heal, but I need you to know that I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”

Y/n looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. “You say that, but how am I supposed to believe you? You were with her for seven years, Five. Seven years, while I was here, pregnant and thinking about our future.”

“I know,” he whispered, pain evident in his voice. “I know, and I hate myself for it. But right now, we don’t have time. The cleanse… it’s unraveling everything, y/n. And you… you’re the only one who can survive this.”

She looked back at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

He held out the book, his hands trembling slightly. “This is the key to the train,” he explained, his voice thick with desperation. “It contains all the paths to different timelines—places where you can be safe, where you and our child can live a normal, happy life. You didn’t take the Marigold, y/n. You don’t have to die like the rest of us. You can survive this.”

Y/n stared at the book in his hands, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew about the train, a mysterious force that could take you to alternate timelines, but she had never imagined she would need to use it.

“And what about you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Five’s expression crumpled, and he looked away, unable to meet her eyes. “I can’t go with you,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “If I leave, it’ll only make things worse. But you… you and our child… you deserve a chance at a life, y/n. A life without this madness.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what he was asking of her. He was asking her to leave him, to walk away from everything they had built together, everything they had fought for. But more than that, he was asking her to survive, to protect the life growing inside her.

“Five…” she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can leave you.”

He stepped closer, gently taking her hand and pressing the book into her palm. “You have to,” he said softly, his eyes pleading with her. “This is my last chance to do right by you, to protect you and our child. Please, y/n. Let me save you.”

She looked down at the book in her hands, feeling the weight of the choice before her. It felt impossible—leaving the man she loved, the father of her child, to face whatever fate awaited him. But she also knew that Five was right. She had to survive, for their child’s sake.

Finally, she nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’ll do it. I’ll take the train.”

Relief washed over Five’s face, but it was tinged with sorrow. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, y/n.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he could somehow imprint the memory of her onto his very soul. She clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder, knowing that this might be the last time she would ever hold him, the last time she would ever feel his arms around her.

After what felt like an eternity, Five gently pulled back, his eyes red and swollen. “We need to go,” he said quietly. “The train won’t wait forever.”

They left Diego’s house together, and blinked to the subway station. It was quiet, only the shallow breathing of Five could be heard, but y/n barely noticed. All she could focus on was the man beside her, the man she loved despite everything, the man she was about to lose.

When they reached the station, Five led her to the hidden platform where the train was waiting. It was a strange, thing, its doors open and waiting.

“This is it,” Five said quietly, his voice trembling. “This is your way out.”

Y/n turned to him, her heart breaking as she looked into his eyes one last time. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “No matter what happened, I want you to know that I love you, Five. I always will.”

Five’s eyes filled with tears, and he cupped her face in his hands, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you too,” he whispered against her lips, his voice breaking. “And I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry for everything.”

She kissed him back, pouring all of her love, all of her heartbreak, into that one final kiss. Then, with a shaky breath, she pulled away, clutching the book to her chest as she stepped toward the train.

Five watched her go, his heart shattering with every step she took. But he knew this was the only way, the only chance they had to save their child, to give y/n the life she deserved.

As the doors of the train closed behind her, Five’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, sobbing as he watched the train disappear into the ether, taking the woman he loved more than anything away from him forever.

He had done what he had to do, but the pain of losing her was more than he could bear. He had saved her, but it felt like he had lost everything in the process.

And as the world around him continued to crumble, Five knew that he would carry the weight of his betrayal, his mistakes, for the rest of his days—however long or short they might be.

But he would take comfort in the knowledge that y/n and their child were safe, that they had a chance at the life he could never give them.

Even if it meant he had to face the end without her.

[lunarw0rks]

humbly requesting ghost x reader where he thinks he’s too old and damaged for reader. i headcannon ghost to be anywhere between 35-38 and the reader would be early twenties. he’s all emo and “oh they’re too innocent, i’d hurt and ruin them” and reader is just like “i would die for this man.”

Too Old For You // Part One

Summary: You've been crushing on him for a while now, even going as far as taking a stab for him. But it isn't enough for him to notice you; you're too young, too nice for someone like him.

Warning(s): medic!reader, fem!reader, age gap [reader is early twenties, ghost is mid/late thirties], mild injury/blood, hurt/no comfort

Word Count: 817

A/N: I enjoy hurting my own feelings :)

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“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

You did know that, by this point, at least. He had only told you about a hundred times.

“I can do this myself. It’s my job,” you let out a hiss as the Lieutenant purposefully wrapped the gauze tighter than necessary. You weren’t even supposed to be involved — you were supposed to keep hidden until the situation was handled.

He ripped off the end of it, fastening the small clip to keep the wrap in place. “Keep quiet,” he wanted to be irate. But you meant well, and that’s what bothered Simon the most. He, of all people, didn’t deserve to be the one you sacrificed yourself for. You were lucky it was a knife through the hand and not through the heart—where the intruder had been aiming the blade intended for him.

The gash in your palm would be a life-long reminder, doomed to leave a nasty scar.

Nothing says I’m in love with you like taking a stab in the hand for him, but it was abundantly clear he was too headstrong to let you be with him. Or was intentionally dismissing your signals entirely, you weren’t sure which one was more disheartening.

Ghost sets your injured hand back down, letting you admire his sloppy patchwork. It got the job done, it didn’t need to be an aesthetically-pleasing bandage. He used an alcohol wipe to cleanse the bloodstains on your forearm, now an unnecessary service. Perhaps it was his way of apologizing for you being injured on his behalf because he surely wasn’t expressing it through words.

You reached over with your unharmed hand and placed it over his, stopping his meticulous wiping, “I got this.”

The stubborn Lieutenant only flicked his gaze upwards from your hand on his, a brief scoff escaping his lips. Whatever the hell that meant. “Least I can do is get the damn blood off you, kid. Jumped in front of a bloody knife for me.”

Kid. It was like nails on a chalkboard to you.

He continued muttering and shaking his head in disapproval, running the alcohol wipe along your flesh until there was no trace of crimson.

It wasn’t a motive of stupidity, nor was it to prove yourself. You weren’t even a soldier, there would be no use trying to be tough in front of him. Your true motive was admiration for him, and even now, with a stab wound, he’s too mule-headed to let you in. Any longer, and you might just lose your mind entirely.

“Thought you would be relieved, I guess.” You shrugged, speaking with a small bit of defeat. “Knife was supposed to go right there.” A finger pointed at his heart but didn’t dare make contact. You knew better than that,.. Sort of.

Before you could finish outstretching your hand, his unoccupied one clamped over it, breaths a little heavier. Followed by a look that could only be described as intense contemplation; should I break this hand or continue to gently hold it?

“You don’t have the slightest clue what you’re doing, do you?” Simon questions, thumb instinctually caressing your knuckle to balance out the iron grip he maintained. “You’re confused.”

You were too young, too nice in his eyes. It was your job to be a healer, a good one, too. And his job? A trained killer. To him, it was too ironic, too striking of a contrast. An arrangement like that would never work—Simon was too mature, too damaged, downright unworthy of your kindness. At least that’s what he had himself convinced of, even after the knife incident.

You replied hastily, a slight tinge of frustration showing. “I’m not confused, Ghost. I know what I want—I wouldn’t have done it otherwise.” You would’ve done it again if it meant another chance at restarting this conversation. A conversation that now was nose-diving into a point of no return.

“You shouldn’t have done it at all,” he sighed, amber eyes flooded with internal conflict. His grip released with one swift movement, and now his palm rested on either side of you, but it wasn’t intimidation he was after. “I’m not the bloke you want to jump in front of a bullet for, trust me.”

“Simon—” You blurted amidst his attempts at swaying you, cradling your bandaged hand. What more would it take?

“—Ghost.” He interjected, taking several steps back from his looming position. If he didn’t walk away now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from poisoning you.

It wasn’t right. You deserve someone better than him. “It’s Ghost. We’re not doin’ this, Kid. I’m not doing it.” His words were like a punch to the gut, more painful than a stab to the hand, that’s for sure.

The door to the infirmary slammed shut, only seconds before his footsteps faded into silence, stranding you with the solitude of rejection.

[rentumblsstuff]

NPMD!Steph: I asked Pete to Pasquali’s on the first date.

AC!Steph: I asked Pete to shower with me.

YJ!Steph: Who the fuck is Pete and why are we thirsty for him? Get a grip, ladies.

NPMD!Steph: Okay, okay, imagine the biggest nerd you can think of?

YJ!Steph: Oh the bow tie kid.

NPMD!Steph: That’s him.

AC!Steph: But then also like make him funny and sarcastic.

NPMD!Steph: Yeah! And sweet.

AC!Steph: And weirdly sexy and secretly jacked and you just kinda wanna break his brain so that the only thing he can think about is pinning you to the wall of the shower even though it’s nasty, so-

NPMD!Steph: Wait the other one is right. Get a grip. Please.

AC!Steph: *shaking* I’ve been stuck at Camp Idontwannabang for a month and he’s the only sane one here other than me. There’s only one thing I’m trying to ‘get a grip’ on around here, and it’s down the shorts that his ‘Virginity Rocks!’ camp tee is tucked into.

——

AC!Peter: I broke my leg trying to improvise a weapon to protect Steph and myself.

NPMD!Peter: I almost sacrificed my life for Steph!

TGWDLM!Peter: I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN MY HOT CHOCOLATE.

AC!Peter and NPMD!Peter: NEITHER HAVE WE!

TGWDLM!Peter: Also who is Steph and why are we willing to hurt ourselves for her?

AC!Peter and NPMD!Peter: *OFFENDED GASP*

AC!Peter: Imagine you have really low blood sugar and all you have to fix it is fuckin’ raisins… And Steph gives you a chocolate bar. Relief, finally, you can think straight for what feels like the first time in your life. That’s Stephanie.

NPMD!Peter: Imagine an eldritch god tells you that you have to give up what you treasure above all else and you suddenly realize in the worst way possible that your Pokémon cards and comic collection mean nothing to you in comparison, and as weirdly slimy and wiggly fingers brush the hair from your neck, you realize that the girl who’s suddenly become the most important person or thing in your life thinks of you the exact same way and that one of you has to die before you’ve even worked up the nerve to admit to the coolest girl you’ve ever met how you feel. That’s Stephanie.

AC!Peter: … Are you okay?

NPMD!Pete: Better than that guy’s doing.

BF!Pete: I watched a man get kicked in the head until he died… I can still see the bomb falling through the air as I spent my last moments alive with my big brother…

——

NPMD!Grace: I can explain!

AC!Grace: YOU HAD A SEXUAL FANTASY?!

PB!Grace: NASTY!! JAIL FOR YOU.

AC!Grace: HELL EVEN.

NPMD!Grace: Wait, no no no! It’s okay, I killed the guy it was about!

AC!Grace: You better have!

NPMD!Grace: But then he came back to life and I had to sacrifice my chastity to send him back, so we had sex in the middle of a football field and five evil gods dragged him to Hell! Also by the way, Jesus isn’t real and it’s up to us to cleanse the earth of all perverts for our new gods, the Lords in Black!

AC!Grace and PB!Grace: …………… WHAT THE FU-

[chiyuuchu]

II. She ate my heart, that girl is a monster <3 (2nd August 2024)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Prompt! Darkness twists into light as some villains can be redeemed after all.

first part here!

Izuku Midoriya sat at his desk, his textbooks open in front of him, but his mind was far from his studies. The image of Y/N, the mysterious but somewhat enchanting villain from the League of Villains, filled his thoughts. Her presence lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of his secret infatuation. It was something he couldn't share with anyone, a forbidden love that gnawed at his conscience.

During their encounters, the chemistry between them was undeniable. Despite being on opposite sides, there was a connection that he couldn't ignore. The way she moved, the intensity in her eyes, the banter they exchanged during battles—it all captivated him. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself.

Izuku sighed, leaning back in his chair.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his reverie. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero walked in, looking eager to chat.

"Hey, Midoriya," Kirishima greeted, plopping down on the bed. "We were just talking and wanted to ask you something."

Izuku forced a smile. "Sure, what's up?"

Kaminari grinned. "So, when are you gonna ask Uraraka out? It's obvious she likes you, and you two would make a cute couple."

Izuku's smile faltered. "I... I don't like Uraraka like that. Why does everyone keep assuming I do?"

After all, he got flustered around her, stammered and blushed whenever she was near. But that was just his natural nervousness, nothing more. Uraraka was a great friend, but his heart belonged to someone else, someone he could never openly admit to loving.

Sero shrugged. "Well, you get nervous around her, but then again, you get nervous around everyone. So, do you like anyone?"

Izuku felt his stomach knot. He gulped, trying to keep his expression neutral. "I... I don't think I should talk about that."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, noticing the guilty look in Izuku's eyes. "Hey, man, if it's that serious, we won't force it out of you."

"Yeah," Kaminari added. "We just want you to be happy, dude."

Izuku nodded, grateful for their understanding. Once they left, he was alone with his thoughts again. The guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. How could he be in love with someone who was supposed to be his enemy? The girl who filled his heart with longing was also the one who stood on the opposite side of the battlefield.

He buried his face in his hands, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. It was a guilty pleasure, loving Y/N, and it tore him apart. The shame of his feelings weighed heavily on him, and he knew he had to keep this secret buried deep within. Admitting his love for a villain was something he could never do, no matter how much it hurt.

Izuku closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's smile etched in his mind. The guilt and longing intertwined, creating a storm of emotions that he struggled to contain. He was in love with a monster, and it was tearing him apart from the inside out.

“I definitely need to cleanse myself.” He mutters to himself.

Izuku Midoriya walked back to his room, towel draped over his shoulders, still drying his damp hair. The hot shower had done little to wash away the turmoil in his mind. His thoughts were still a tangled mess of emotions and guilt over his forbidden love for Y/N.

As he opened the door to his room, he froze. There, casually lounging on his bed, was Y/N herself. She looked completely at ease, her mischievous smile sending his heart into a frenzy. Izuku's eyes widened, and he let out an involuntary scream.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" he whispered urgently, trying to keep his voice down.

She just smirked, looking unbothered. "Missed me, hero?"

Before he could respond, he heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged through him. If anyone saw Y/N here, especially someone from his class, it would be a disaster. The door creaked open, and Uraraka stepped in, concern etched on her face.

"Deku, are you okay? I heard a scream," she asked, glancing around the room.

Izuku quickly threw himself on the bed, covering Y/N with the bedsheets in a swift motion. He forced a nervous laugh, trying to appear calm. "Oh, uh, Uraraka! I thought I saw a monster in my bed, but it was just my imagination. Silly me."

Uraraka raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but not pressing further. "Okay, Deku. Just try to get some rest. You’ve been looking really stressed lately."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks, Uraraka," Izuku replied, maintaining a shaky smile.

As she left the room and closed the door behind her, Izuku let out a sigh of relief. He turned back to his bed, pulling the sheets down to reveal Y/N, who was now laughing softly.

"You handled that well," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Izuku glared at her, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "You can't just show up like this! What if someone had seen you?"

Y/N shrugged, still smiling. "I like living dangerously. Besides, I wanted to see you."

Izuku’s heart skipped a beat at her words. Despite the danger, despite the wrongness of it all, he couldn't deny the thrill of her presence. She was a villain, but she was also the girl who had captured his heart. And seeing her there, cozy on his bed, made everything else fade away, even if just for a moment.

He sighed, sitting down next to her. "You’re going to get us both in trouble."

Y/N reached out, gently brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Maybe. But isn’t it worth it?"

Izuku looked into her eyes, feeling the weight of his guilty pleasure but also the undeniable pull of his feelings. "Maybe it is," he whispered, more to himself than to her, as he settled next to her, their secret safe for another night.

Izuku and Y/N sat on the bed, the tension between them palpable. The world outside seemed to disappear as they leaned closer, their eyes locked. Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, the proximity of Y/N's face making his breath hitch. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, guilt, excitement, and a longing he couldn’t suppress.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the shrill sound of the intruder alarm blared through the dorm building. The moment shattered, and they both pulled back in surprise.

Y/N sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation in her eyes. "I was really looking forward to spending time with you, hero, but let’s not push this risk right now."

Before Izuku could respond, she was already on her feet. With a swift, graceful movement, she hopped out the window, disappearing into the shadows of the night. Izuku watched her go, his heart still racing, his thoughts a chaotic mess.

The alarm continued to blare, reminding him of the reality he was in. He quickly composed himself, adjusting his clothes and running a hand through his hair to make sure he looked presentable. With one last glance at the window, he left his room and hurried to the common area.

The scene in the common room was one of chaos. His classmates were panicking, fumbling with their phones to contact Aizawa, and shouting over each other in confusion and worry.

"Has anyone seen anything?" Kirishima called out, his voice barely audible over the alarm.

"I saw a shadow near the east wing!" Tokoyami shouted, looking around wildly.

"We need to make sure everyone is safe," Iida instructed, trying to maintain order but clearly worried himself.

Amid the commotion, Uraraka noticed Izuku entering the room. She hurried over to him, her expression full of concern. "Deku, are you alright?"

Izuku nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... wasn’t expecting an intruder at this time of night."

His words were true, but the guilt weighed heavily on him. He was acutely aware of how close he had come to crossing a line that could never be undone. As he joined his classmates in the common room, the reality of his secret and the danger it posed settled over him like a dark cloud.

As the alarm blared on, the doors to the common room burst open, and Aizawa strode in, his expression calm but serious. "Everyone, quiet down!" he commanded, and the room instantly fell silent.

"I've checked the perimeter," Aizawa continued. "There’s no sign of an intruder now. It was either a false alarm or whoever it was managed to get away quickly."

He scanned the room, his gaze sharp. "Has anyone seen anything suspicious?"

The students looked at each other, murmuring nervously. Izuku kept his head down, trying to avoid Aizawa's piercing gaze.

"I saw a shadow near the east wing, but it disappeared before I could get a good look," Tokoyami offered.

Aizawa nodded. "Alright. Keep your guard up and report any unusual activity immediately. For now, try to get some rest. We’ll discuss this further in the morning."

As the students slowly dispersed, still whispering among themselves, Uraraka approached Izuku again. "Are you sure you're okay, Deku? You seemed really shaken up."

Izuku forced another smile, feeling the weight of his secret pressing down on him. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... really tired."

Uraraka nodded, still looking concerned. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know."

Izuku thanked her and made his way back to his room, the guilt and tension eating away at him. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, about how close they had been to something irreversible. As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he knew that his feelings for her were dangerous, but he couldn't help being drawn to her.

His heart ached with the knowledge that this forbidden love was consuming him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it hidden.

The next morning, Izuku arrived at school with heavy eyes and a mind weighed down by the previous night's events. He shuffled into class, trying to blend into the background and avoid any inquisitive looks. But he knew it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed his distracted demeanor.

As he settled into his seat, Tsuyu Asui leaned over from her desk. "Midoriya, are you alright? You look really stressed. Or is it something else, like guilt?"

Izuku's heart skipped a beat. He knew Tsuyu was perceptive and honest, making her someone he couldn’t easily deceive. "I'm just really stressed these days, Tsuyu. Not getting much sleep," he replied, hoping his voice sounded convincing.

She studied him for a moment, her large eyes blinking thoughtfully. "You should take care of yourself, ribbit. It's important to rest."

"Thanks, Tsuyu. I will," he said, forcing a smile.

As the day dragged on, Izuku found it hard to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N and the tension of their secret meetings. When class finally ended, he felt a mix of relief and anticipation.

Izuku decided to go for a jog to clear his mind. As he ran through the park, the rhythmic pounding of his feet on the path helped ease his racing thoughts. He turned a corner and saw her—Y/N—sitting on the grass under the shade of a large tree, completely absorbed in a book. The sight of her made his heart skip a beat.

Nearby, a small flower shop caught his eye. Acting on impulse, he jogged over and purchased a bouquet of vibrant flowers. With the bouquet in hand, he walked over to Y/N, who looked up from her book as he approached.

"Hi, Y/N," he greeted, trying to keep his voice steady.

She smiled warmly, her eyes lighting up. "Hello, hero. What brings you here?"

Izuku sat down beside her, holding out the bouquet. "I saw these and thought of you. I hope you like them."

Y/N took the flowers, her smile growing even wider. "They're beautiful, Izuku. Thank you."

They sat together in comfortable silence for a moment, the flowers resting in Y/N's lap. Izuku felt a sense of peace wash over him, the turmoil in his mind quieting in her presence.

"You seem different today," she said, looking at him with a curious expression. "More at ease."

Izuku nodded, taking a deep breath. "Being here with you helps. Even if it's just for a little while."

Y/N reached out and gently squeezed his hand. "I'm glad, Izuku. You deserve to feel at ease."

As they sat there, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. For a brief moment, Izuku allowed himself to forget the danger, the guilt, and the forbidden nature of their relationship. All that mattered was the girl beside him and the fragile happiness they shared.

Izuku sat with Y/N under the tree, enjoying the rare moment of tranquility. He glanced at the book she was holding and asked, "What are you reading?"

Y/N's smile widened as she held up the book for him to see. "It's a fictional book about butterflies. I find them fascinating."

Izuku raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be interested in these things."

She giggled softly, her laughter like a soothing melody. "I'm still human after all, Izuku. Everyone has their own interests."

As they continued to talk, Izuku's curiosity got the better of him. "Can I ask you something? Why are you a villain?"

Her expression turned serious, and she sighed. "I didn't have a great upbringing. There was an accident when I was younger, and it changed everything. The League took me in when I had nowhere else to go."

Izuku nodded, understanding the pain behind her words. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She looked at him with genuine curiosity. "What about you? Why are you a hero?"

Izuku took a deep breath, thinking about his answer. "I want to save people. I want to make the world a better place, where no one has to go through what you did."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she reached out to touch his hand. "That's admirable, Izuku."

Feeling a surge of boldness, Izuku flashed her a small smile. "And here I thought I was just doing it to impress a certain butterfly-loving girl."

Y/N's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she laughed. "Is that so? You might be more charming than I thought."

They continued to chat for a while, sharing stories and laughing together. When it was time for Izuku to head back to the dorms, he felt lighter than he had in days.

As Izuku entered the dorms, he saw Aizawa standing in the common room, arms crossed. Panic surged through him. Did Aizawa know about his secret meetings with Y/N?

Before Izuku could say anything, Aizawa spoke up. "Midoriya, I heard you've been stressed lately. Your friends are worried about you."

Izuku let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Oh, um, yes, Mr Aizawa. I've just been pushing myself a lot."

Aizawa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "You need to lay off the intense training for a while. Consistent exhaustion isn't good for you. Rest more, and take it lightly for now."

Izuku felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Yes, Mr Aizawa. Thank you."

Aizawa placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Get some rest, Midoriya."

As Aizawa walked away, Izuku headed to his room, feeling a mix of emotions. He knew he had to be careful, but the moments he shared with Y/N were worth the risk. Lying on his bed, he closed his eyes, replaying the day's events in his mind. For the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope.

Class 1-A was on another trip, the atmosphere tense as they remained alert for any potential threats. They had experienced enough encounters with the League of Villains to know better than to let their guard down. However, the attack came swiftly, with villains appearing from the shadows, chaos erupting around them.

Izuku found himself engaged in battle, fending off an aggressive villain. He barely had a moment to catch his breath when he saw Y/N approaching him, her movements fluid and dangerous. He felt a pang of conflict, his heart torn between his duties as a hero and his feelings for her.

Uraraka, seeing the danger, rushed to "save" Izuku. She leaped forward, aiming to intercept Y/N. However, Y/N's eyes glinted with determination. With a swift, precise move, she easily took Uraraka down, disarming her without hesitation. Uraraka fell to the ground, dazed and struggling to get up.

Y/N continued her approach towards Izuku, the chaos of the battle fading into the background. She stopped in front of him, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Before he could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, a soft yet passionate kiss that left him breathless.

Izuku's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. Behind him, Uraraka watched in horror, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

Y/N pulled back, her smile turning into a smirk as she glanced at Uraraka. "Didn't like what you see?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Uraraka's eyes filled with anger and disbelief, but before she could respond, Y/N turned and fled deeper into the battle scene, disappearing into the chaos.

Izuku stood there, his heart pounding, torn between his duty as a hero and the undeniable feelings he had for Y/N. The kiss lingered on his lips, a reminder of the complicated and dangerous path he was on. He knew he had to focus, to help his friends and fight the villains, but a part of him couldn't shake the image of Y/N, her touch, her kiss, and the intensity of their connection.

After the battle ended and the villains had retreated, Class 1-A regrouped, their faces a mix of exhaustion and confusion. They gathered in a secluded area, assessing their injuries and checking on each other. Izuku felt the weight of their gazes, knowing the inevitable questions were coming.

Uraraka was the first to speak, her voice shaky but determined. "Deku, what was that about? Why did that villain... kiss you?"

Izuku's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. He knew he couldn't reveal the truth, not without endangering himself and possibly Y/N. Taking a deep breath, he put on a confused expression. "I have no idea," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Maybe it was just a tactic to distract or confuse us. Villains can be unpredictable, and they often use psychological methods to throw us off our game."

The rest of the class exchanged skeptical glances, but they seemed to accept his explanation. Kirishima nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, that makes sense. Villains are known for playing mind games. We can't let it get to us."

Iida adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. "Indeed. We must stay focused and not allow their tactics to disrupt our mission. Midoriya, you handled it well."

Uraraka, though still visibly upset, seemed to relax a bit. "I guess that makes sense. But... be careful, okay? We don't know what their next move might be."

Izuku nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "I will, Uraraka. Thanks."

As the conversation shifted to analyzing the battle and planning their next steps, Izuku couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had managed to convince his friends, but the truth weighed heavily on his heart. He glanced at Uraraka, who was talking to Tsuyu, and then at Todoroki, who was silently observing him with a thoughtful expression.

Izuku knew that maintaining this secret was becoming increasingly difficult. He could only hope that his feelings for Y/N wouldn't compromise his role as a hero or endanger his classmates. For now, he had to stay focused and navigate the delicate balance between his heart and his duty.

The following night, Izuku decided to head to the convenience store to grab some snacks. It had been a long day, and he needed something to take his mind off the stress and confusion. As he walked back to the dorms, he took a shortcut through a dimly lit alley, his thoughts wandering.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path. It was Dabi, his blue flames flickering ominously in the darkness. "Well, well, if it isn't the little hero," Dabi sneered, his voice dripping with menace. "Out for a midnight snack?"

Izuku's heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins. He knew he was in trouble. Dabi's flames flared up, and he prepared to attack. But before Dabi could make a move, another figure emerged from the shadows, placing herself between Izuku and the villain.

Y/N stood tall, her presence commanding. "Dabi, back off," she said firmly. "We've talked about this. This hero is mine to handle. You don't see me trying to target yours, do you?"

Dabi scoffed, his flames dimming slightly. "What's your deal, Y/N? We're on the same side."

Y/N's eyes hardened. "We have an agreement. Respect it."

For a moment, Dabi seemed to consider her words. Then, with a frustrated growl, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, his flames extinguishing as he left.

Y/N turned to Izuku, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to him.

Izuku was still shaken, but he nodded. "Y-Yeah, I think so. What was that all about?"

She smiled, her expression softening. "Dabi and I made an agreement that we wouldn't go after each other's targets. I want to protect you, Izuku."

He looked at her, his heart swelling with gratitude and something more. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in. "Thank you, my hero," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She hadn't expected such words from him, especially not in this situation. For a moment, the tension between them was palpable, their closeness electrifying.

Izuku pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers. "I mean it. You saved me. Thank you."

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. "You're welcome, Izuku. But be careful, okay? This world... it's dangerous. And I don't want anything to happen to you."

He nodded, his resolve strengthening. "I will. And... thank you again."

As they stood there, the alley quiet and the night around them peaceful, Izuku couldn't help but feel a deep connection with Y/N. Despite the chaos and danger, there was something undeniably special between them, a bond that transcended their roles as hero and villain. And in that moment, he realized that no matter how complicated things became, he wouldn't have it any other way.

“I have to go now, but I hope you know that you truly inspire me Izuku. I’ll try make it up to you for that.” And that was the last thing she said before jumping back into the shadows.

Two weeks had passed without any sight of Y/N, and Izuku was beginning to worry. The tension was palpable, not just for him, but for everyone in Class 1-A. The mystery of Y/N's absence weighed heavily on his mind.

One rainy evening, Aizawa called a meeting in the common room. The urgency in his voice made everyone immediately on edge. When they gathered, they found Aizawa standing with Y/N, drenched in rain, by his side.

Everyone instantly adopted a fighting stance, their instincts kicking in. "What’s she doing here?" Kaminari asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

Aizawa raised a hand to calm them. "Everyone, calm down. Y/N is here because she's been secretly sending information to the school about leads on the League of Villains."

There was a collective gasp, and the tension in the room shifted from hostility to confusion.

"She's been providing us with intel for months," Aizawa continued. "The school discovered that her involvement with the League was based on blackmail. They threatened her family."

"But why is she here now?" Uraraka asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

Aizawa sighed, the weariness evident in his eyes. "Y/N has abandoned the League. She spent the last two weeks fleeing to ensure her family's safety by relocating them to another country where the League can't reach them."

"So, what now?" Kirishima asked, his fists still clenched.

Aizawa glanced at Y/N before answering. "To protect her, she’ll be on house arrest here, in the 1-A dorms. It’s the safest place for her, and you all can keep an eye on her."

The room fell silent as everyone processed this information. It was a lot to take in, and the emotions ranged from relief to cautious acceptance.

Izuku’s heart ached seeing Y/N drenched and exhausted. Despite everything, he felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness. He stepped forward, breaking the silence. "She’s one of us now," he said firmly, looking around at his classmates. "And we protect our own."

Y/N’s eyes met his, a grateful smile playing on her lips despite her fatigue. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Slowly, the tension began to dissipate. The class members exchanged glances, their initial suspicion giving way to understanding.

"We’ll keep her safe," Todoroki said, stepping forward with his usual calm demeanor.

"Yeah, we'll make sure nothing happens to her," Kirishima added, his resolve clear.

Aizawa nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Good. She’ll need all of you. And remember, the League of Villains is still out there. Stay vigilant."

As the meeting dispersed, Y/N was escorted to her new room. Izuku lingered behind, watching as she was led away. He couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite the danger, having her here was right.

Later that night, as the rain continued to pour outside, Izuku found himself standing outside Y/N’s door. He knocked softly, and when she opened it, he saw the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Y/N nodded, though her eyes were tired. "I will be. Thank you, Izuku. For everything."

He smiled, a mixture of relief and determination in his expression. "We’re here for you, Y/N. Always."

As he turned to leave, she called out to him. "Izuku, I’m sorry for everything. For putting you all at risk."

He looked back at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "You did what you had to do. And now, you’re one of us. We’ll face this together."

With that, he left her to rest, feeling a sense of hope amidst the chaos. They had a long road ahead, but they would face it as a team, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

That night, the atmosphere in the common room was tense. The students of Class 1-A were keeping a wary eye on Y/N, who was nestled comfortably on the couch, absorbed in her book. Whispers and cautious glances were exchanged as they discussed their feelings about having a former villain living among them.

Izuku, who had been vocal about giving Y/N a chance, argued, “We need to at least get acquainted with her. Aizawa told us she’s not a threat anymore and she’s helped us with information.”

But the unease remained. “She’s attacked us more than once,” Kirishima said, his tone filled with concern. “How can we just trust her like that?”

Mina, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of progress, finally stood up. “Alright, no one else seems to have the guts to do it, so I will. I’ll talk to her.”

With that, Mina approached Y/N with a determined stride. Y/N looked up from her book, her expression serene as Mina came closer.

“Hey girl! What are you reading?” Mina asked with a friendly smile, trying to break the ice.

Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting Mina’s. “It’s a book about butterflies. It’s a bit of an escape for me.”

The girls, sensing Mina’s lead, began to gravitate towards Y/N. Their initial wariness started to wane as they joined in the conversation, each taking turns to ask questions and share their thoughts.

As they chatted about various topics, Y/N’s gentle demeanor and openness helped ease the tension. The discussion soon became more relaxed and engaging. The guys, initially hesitant, eventually joined the group, drawn by the easing atmosphere and the genuine curiosity about Y/N.

Eventually, the conversation turned to more personal matters. “Is your family really going to be okay?” Kaminari asked, concern evident in their voice.

Y/N looked up, her eyes softening. “Thank you for asking. They’re safe now, far away from the League’s reach. I appreciate your concern. It means a lot to me.”

The sincerity in her voice and the warmth of her smile seemed to ease the remaining doubts. The class started to see her not just as a former villain but as a person who had been through a lot and was now trying to find a place where she could feel safe.

Mina gave a reassuring smile and nodded to her friends. “See? She’s just like us, trying to do what’s right.”

Izuku, watching the scene unfold, felt a surge of relief. It was a small but significant step toward understanding and acceptance. As Y/N continued to talk and share her story, it became clear that while trust would take time, the walls between them were starting to come down.

As the night wore on, the students of Class 1-A began to see Y/N in a new light. What had started as a cautious observation had evolved into tentative camaraderie, and with each passing moment, the possibility of forging new bonds seemed a little more real.

The atmosphere in the common room had relaxed considerably. As the initial apprehension faded, the students of Class 1-A, led by Mina, started to engage Y/N in light-hearted conversation. The initial formalities had given way to genuine curiosity.

“So,” Jirou began, leaning casually against the back of the couch where Y/N was seated, “what do villains do when they’re not out being evil?”

Y/N looked up from her book, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Well, we do have down time, just like everyone else. Some of us read, train, or work on personal projects. It’s not all about plotting world domination, you know.”

The girls exchanged amused glances. “What kinds of things do you like to do?” Uraraka asked, her curiosity piqued.

Y/N thought for a moment before replying, “I enjoy reading, as you can see. I also like gardening when I have the chance. It’s surprisingly therapeutic.”

“Gardening?” Momo asked, her interest clearly sparked. “That’s unexpected for a villain.”

Y/N nodded. “It’s a peaceful activity. It helps me clear my mind. Plus, it’s nice to see something grow and flourish.”

Kirishima, who had joined the conversation, grinned. “So, do villains have hobbies that are just as surprising as gardening?”

Y/N nodded. “Absolutely. Some of us have very mundane hobbies. It’s a way to balance out the more intense aspects of our lives. We all need something to keep us grounded.”

The conversation continued, with the girls asking more about Y/N’s interests and daily life. “What about when you were with the League?” Mina asked. “Did you have any other hobbies?”

Y/N smiled. “I did. I used to bake a lot, actually. It’s funny, but baking was a way for me to unwind. I used to make treats for everyone.”

The girls were visibly intrigued. “Baking? That’s really sweet!” Uraraka said with a warm smile.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. “It was something I enjoyed, and it was a nice way to connect with others, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.”

As the conversation flowed, the girls found themselves more at ease with Y/N. Her openness about her hobbies and interests made her seem more relatable and less like a villain. They laughed and shared stories, finding common ground despite their different backgrounds.

In that moment, the boundaries between them began to blur. Y/N was no longer just the former villain who had joined their dorms under unusual circumstances. She was someone with her own passions, fears, and dreams, and the students of Class 1-A were starting to see her as a person rather than just an enemy.

The next morning in the dorms, the usual calm routine was abruptly shattered. An intruder alarm blared through the building, causing students to scramble. Panic spread as Class 1-A members rushed to the common room, where the commotion had started.

Bakugou and some of the others were already there, confronting two unwelcome visitors. Dabi and Toga stood defiantly in the middle of the room, their presence creating an atmosphere of tense hostility. “Where’s Y/N?” Dabi demanded, his voice dripping with menace. “We know she’s here. Where are you hiding her?”

The students, caught off guard, were at a loss. “Y/N isn’t here!” Uraraka shouted, trying to reason with them. “She’s not part of this!”

Despite their protests, the villains were unrelenting. Some students scrambled to contact Aizawa and the other heroes while others tried to hold off the intruders. The room was filled with a cacophony of alarmed voices and frantic movement.

Amid the chaos, the fight broke out. Dabi and Toga began attacking the students, and Izuku was barely able to dodge Dabi’s flames. The situation seemed dire until, from the corner of the room, shadows began to twist and coil.

Y/N emerged from the darkness with a fierce determination in her eyes. “Enough!” she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos. Shadows wrapped around Dabi and Toga, binding them tightly.

“Y/N?” Izuku’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Dabi and Toga struggled against their restraints, with Toga’s face lighting up upon seeing Y/N. “Y/N! You’re here!” she exclaimed, a strange mixture of joy and confusion in her voice. “When are you coming back to us?”

Y/N’s expression hardened. “I’m not coming back,” she said coldly. “I’ve severed ties with the League. If you don’t turn back now, things will get worse.”

Dabi sneered, “So you’ve become a traitor then?” He glared at her with contempt. “Is that why you’re protecting these heroes?”

“Call me what you want,” Y/N replied, her voice laced with venom. “But I won’t let you harm them. Leave now, or face the consequences.”

With that, the battle resumed with renewed intensity. The room was a flurry of activity as Y/N fought fiercely against her former allies. Bakugou, fueled by his determination to protect his friends, charged in with explosive force, throwing himself into the fray. His attacks were relentless as he assisted Y/N. “Why the hell are you guys just watching? Help her!” he roared at his classmates.

The combined efforts of Class 1-A proved effective. With teamwork and perseverance, they managed to subdue Dabi and Toga, binding them securely to chairs. The heroes and Aizawa arrived just in time to take over the situation.

Aizawa surveyed the scene with a mixture of relief and approval. “Good job, everyone,” he said, his gaze resting on Y/N. “I’m impressed by how you handled the situation. You’ve proven yourself.”

Y/N nodded, her expression softening slightly. “Thank you. I’m just doing what I can to make up for my past.”

The students watched in awe as the heroes took over, dealing with the captured villains. The immediate threat was neutralized, and the dorms would be safe once more.

“Hey Y/n. I know we didn’t exactly have the best.. uhhh.. journey with you back then. But we are all ready to accept you with opened arms and help you in your new journey of redemption.” Momo speaks out hesitantly with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah! Plus you totally saved us there and you’re really skilled with your quirk! We think you’d make a great hero!” Hagakure squealed enthusiastically.

“Well.. I personally did doubt you at first, but now I’m convinced that you’d make a great addition to our class.” Kirishima shyly admits with a hand rubbing the back of his head.

“And I’d love to bake with you sometime!” Uraraka smiled warmly.

“Yeah yeah.. What they said.” Bakugou scoffed but everyone was pretty sure he was trying to say he agrees.

Aizawa watched beside Y/n with a smile tucked underneath his scarf.

“Thank you everyone. You’ve accepted me with open arms and I won’t let you down.” Y/n smiled tiredly. Her eyes darted over to Aoyama, his trembling figure looked at her with guilty eyes. She just nods at him as he huffs in relief.

Aizawa then puts a hand to her shoulder.

“Kid. You did great. I’ll speak to you tomorrow again.” Aizawa says and takes his leave.

“Sooooooo— Now that is over with. Y/n, join us for a girls night!” Mina chirps, immediately pulling y/n. The girls follow behind and head to one of their rooms.

“Let’s bake cookies too!” Uraraka’s voice exclaims as they hurried away.

“Let’s talk about boys!” Hagakure’s descending voice squeaked.

“I have a great playlist for tonight!” Jirou adds while already heading down the hallway.

“Hey can we join too???” Kaminari yells from afar and tries to catch up. “Come on! Let’s join them!” Kirishima says while dragging Bakugou and Sero.

“I too would like to participate. Let’s go Midoriya, Todoroki.” Iida follows.

The rest of the students end up following after, even Tokoyami surprisingly wanted to have shadow talk with the girl.

Izuku smiles widely. He was content and relaxed. “Midoriya are you coming?” Todoroki asks the boy beside him. “Yeah, let’s go.” he replies. His heart no longer carries the weight of the world.

Later that night, Izuku found himself alone in his room, his thoughts swirling around the day’s events. He felt a deep sense of pride and admiration for Y/N, who had risked so much to protect them. As he sat on his bed, the door creaked open, and Y/N stepped in, her presence both calming and comforting.

She smiled softly as she approached him. “I wanted to check in on you,” she said, her voice gentle. The exhaustion from the day seemed to have melted away, replaced by a serene calm.

Izuku's heart swelled as he looked at her. “You were incredible today,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’m so proud of you. You’re truly my hero.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened at his words, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Thank you, Izuku. It means a lot to hear that.”

As the room fell into a comfortable silence, Izuku took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’re amazing,” he repeated, his voice soft.

Y/N’s heart raced, the proximity making the moment feel even more intimate. She leaned in, and Izuku followed suit, their faces drawing closer. Just as their lips were about to meet, the soft, warm sensation of their kiss enveloped them, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

The kiss was tender and filled with unspoken words, a culmination of their feelings for each other. When they finally pulled away, both were smiling, their foreheads resting gently against each other.

Izuku held her close, his hand resting on the small of her back. “I never thought I’d feel this way,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m glad it’s with you.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. “Me too,” she said softly.

They stayed in each other’s arms, content and at peace, knowing that they had each other to lean on in the days to come.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

cassian x reader: dating a high maintenance girlie

Hello, if this seems extra its cause it is but this is quite literally my high maintenance routine. This is just one of my favorite parts of life and I love the idea of these big burly men doing skincare with their girls. 

i’m a high maintenance girly bc i like to be. pls this isn’t a pick me bullshit type thing. Im a girls girl yall. 

-This man doesn’t know shit about self care. 

-He knows the basics but like, nothing that would genuinely make him feel comfy in his own skin even more than he already is. 

-He uses 3-in-1. Technically 4-in-1 because face wash is separate formula than body wash but you digress. 

-Y'all know that stereotype of a guy glowing up after getting a girlfriend? You guys were the blueprint for that. 

-You taught him his hair type (2A), his skin type (dry), his preferred scent profile for himself (spicy, woody, aromatic). What his favorite types of care products are, he loves leave-in conditioner, cream cleansers. He’s not a fan of super heavy moisturizers because he’ll get overstimulated.

-These are just things this man has never thought about. 

-When you two leave the house for a Court Duty, you end up doing Cassian's hair. He wants to look nice, for lots of reasons, but especially because he wants to be let back into Summer. He wants to be able to take you on Summer Court dates! 

-He lives for that sliver of time you’re able to squeeze in before going somewhere. You doing his hair, him staring at you in the mirror if you’re behind him. If you’re in front of him, his large hands on your plush hips as you bite your lip in concentration trying to make his wild hair look nice. The feeling of your fingers through his scalp and how even when there’s a knot, you never tug or pull hard enough that it hurts him. You’re gentle and sweet with him even when he thinks he doesn’t deserve it (spoiler: he always deserves it) 

-He loves how high maintenance you are, it helps him remember to take care of himself. 

-You do a little self care sunday reset type of thing. It helps you get ready for the week. 

-He finds these routines utterly fascinating. 

-He begs to watch you do them, not even in the dirty way but it's just so interesting to watch. You also banned him from getting frisky when you do the routines. This was your time, he was welcome to watch but he would step out if you asked because you needed to be alone. 

-Some days, your routines are a bit more intense, such as the monthly waxing for your legs and armpits. Coochie too. 

-He flinches every single time he watches you wax some part of you, especially the coochie. He kind of has an attachment to that part. 

-You do the whole shabang sometimes. Wax legs, armpits, etc. Exfoliating shampoo, regular shampoo, conditioning mask, conditioner. Then the body stuff, exfoliating, shaving any parts you didn’t want to wax, double cleansing your body with antibacterial then the fun scented stuff. Then when you’re out of the bath, face extractions, face wash, whatever else you want to add. And then body creams. Then you’re done. 

-He’s just amazed every single time. 

-He also loves that you make a little thing out of it. You make it fun for you. There's a whole closet filled with different scents, treatments, formulas, etc. 

-You always smell good. There are deodorants shoved in every single bag you own, every room for that matter. Massive perfume, bodycare, candle, anything that makes a room or you smell good, you have it. 

-Even going to bed, you put perfume on.

-He loves that you say “I only wear it for myself Cass, it’s just a bonus that you love it.” Because he knows it’s true. 

-Sometimes he goes in just to sniff around. The fool just stands there and sniffs stuff. You had no idea why he decided to sit in the closet and sniff things in the dark. However, you did know that when you opened the door to see a nearly 7 foot tall clown smelling your beloved collection, you screamed bloody murder. 

So loud Azriel came running with his knives. Cassian just looked at you like “what’s your deal bro?” 

You were trained by two of the most powerful warriors, yet your first reaction was to scream. 

“Why didn’t you try to fight me?” Cassian asked, “I’ve seen you kick someone down for less.” 

“I am in my bathrobe Cassian! You want me swinging my legs around with my flaps out?” 

Azriel chose to leave the room after that. 

-You also always have perfectly manicured nails. And somehow someway you taught your tricks to the Valkyries so now they are able to have beautiful nails while still disemboweling enemies. 

-Great, now he and Az have four she-devils with perfectly manicured nails and glossy hair that can slay their enemies with one swipe. The four of you were feral together. He wouldn’t be surprised if he walked into the camps one day to see some guys dead because they were sexist. 

-You also got him and Az roped into these skincare nights. 

-He loves sitting there with a face mask on and you using one of your crystal rollers rolling it onto his skin. Bougie bitch eats it up. 

-One of your favorite things to do is wear a sheet mask and hide in a closet.  Scares him every single time. 

-Your stuff is everywhere, you’d be damned if you were uncomfy in your own home. After talking to Cassian and Azriel to make sure you weren’t being a shitty roommate, you kind of went crazy. 

-Lip balms in every room, hand creams, candles. Hair ties and claw clips. Fuzzy blankets stashed in every trunk you could find. 

-Rhys made fun of it, but ate his words pretty quickly when Feyre saw the beauty of having lip balms and hair ties/claw clips stashed everywhere. (and he later found the joys of said products and gave you a gift basket as an apology….you didn’t even remember that he judged you because you simply didn’t care).

-Also, the guys live in fucking luxury. The home always smells good, they never have to worry about chapped lips or dry skin. Or pesky hair in the way. Anywhere they want is a blanket or cute pillow to prop their heads up. 

-they were living like animals until you showed up.

-Cassian having a mate is the best thing to ever happen to Az. 

-Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Emerie, Gwyn, Morrigan and even Amren shop your stash of body care if they wanna smell a certain way for a certain fun time (wink). 

-Even Nuala and Cerridwen will approach and ask you. Obviously you say yes. You own so much you’ll never get through everything in time. 

-Plus you’re a Girls Girl. You’re gonna be there for your girls in your life.

-Speaking of the ladies in your life. 

-When you and Cassian have twin baby girls, you were ecstatic. Either way you were going to be happy but you always wanted a girl and now you have two!

-Teaching them how to take care of their skin and hair has been the best for you and Cassian. He loves watching his girls play with their hair. He loves having his hair braided by them. 

-Family self care nights become a Thing (that sometimes an Uncle or Aunt will join).

-He loves you because you taught him how to actually care for himself and his mental health. You showed him how he needs to stop and appreciate the smaller things. That not everything has to be a chore. 

-He loves you more than anything, maintenance and all.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Could you do 1. "Did I ever tell about my first ever murder?" "What murder, you're innocent as fuck!" With Marko x reader, the reader being a witch and the fic being a funny romance? If you need more detail you can message me! 💕💕

Absolutely! Thank you so much for requesting hon! I hope you'll like this!💜

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The smell of cinnamon lingered in the kitchen, slowly but surely mixing with the smell of salt - whether that was because of the open window or the spell, I wasn't sure - and incense. It wasn't a difficult spell, not at all. A rather standard cleansing I liked to do every once in a while, making sure that the consequences of certain practices wouldn't follow me. As I walked around my house, murmering the spells and spreading the salt on the windowsills and doorways, I felt the last hot rays of summersun touch my face. I smiled. With any luck, he'd be here soon.

Wiping my hands on my jeans, I walked into the kitchen. Marko always insisted that he didn't mind eating take-out whenever they ate human food, but I knew that it was just a matter of convenience. Sure, take-out was good, but it was not as good as my own cooking, surely. So, with a pan on the fire and some quick work on mixing the ingredients, I had a lasagna baking in the oven.

"Open the door!"

I looked up, surprised at what I was seeing. The sun hadn't yet set, and yet here he was already. He tried - and failed - to cover himself with a blanket, trying to protect himself from the final rays of sunlight and-

"Are you crazy? You could have been burnt to crisps!" I quickly pulled him inside, closing the curtains and grabbing some ice for his burnt hand.

"Evening, babe!" He just grinned, causing me to shake my head. "What's cooking?"

"Lasagna. That is, of course, if you promise not to burn yourself to death in the sun for me."

"I didn't mean to, I just- we need to talk alright?"

"About?" I put a glass and a bloodbag in front of him, grabbing a cup of tea for myself.

"Well, our leader still thinks that you are a liability."

"Ah, that." I shrugged. "I don't think being a vampire would be that bad. I've been thinking about it, you know."

"It's more than just us being together, you know that?"

"I know you and the boys are a date one, live with four kind of deal."

He chuckled. "You know what we have to do."

"Party all night? Sleep all day? What was it that David always said?" I knew what he meant. Of course I did. I just wasn't sure where this would go.

"Babe," he looked at me, his face turned serious. "You need to kill."

"Why do you look so worried?"

"Because I know you and I don't know if you can."

"What?"

"Kill."

"Of course I can kill." I stood up to get the lasagna out of the oven, making a plate for each of us. "You really don't have to worry about that."

"How do you know? It is harder than it looks, especially the first time and I don't want it to haunt you -"

"I never told you about my first murder, did I?" I said quietly.

"What murder?!" Marko dropped his fork. "You're innocent as fuck!"

I hummed. "I mean, I didn't mean to kill him."

"You actually killed someone?"

"Yeah." I looked at Marko, seeing his confused and yet slightly prideful look. "I did."

"What? How?"

"Now, it wasn't anything brutal, you know. Nothing like you guys do."

"But you did kill someone?"

"Yeah. I- we established that already, right? I killed someone, by accident."

"Hit and run?" He asked taking another bite.

"No."

"Then what?"

"You know how I always check, to make sure that the area is safe for you guys?"

Marko nodded, motioning for me to continue.

"Well, one night, the spell flared up, and I noticed that there was someone lurking around the cave. I knew he was trouble, and I was close by, so I thought I would check it out, you know?"

"It is sweet how much you care."

"It was mainly your pigeons that I was worried about," I grinned, sticking my tongue out before continuing. "I walked up to the man, who immediately tried to ask me everything I knew about not only the cave but also the kids seen coming out of the cave. He was bad news, alright. I noticed he had stakes with him, I could smell the garlic - he was out to kill you guys."

"So?"

"So I might have maybe put a little jinx on him?"

"What jinx?"

"Just some bad luck, you know. Being a little more clumsy than usual? Like, tripping. From the edge of a cliff?"

Marko looked at me, before chuckling. "You tripped a man to death?"

"I didn't mean to, but yeah. Yeah, I did."

"You must really like me."

I looked up, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"To kill, just so you can see me again?"

"You'd do the same thing," I grinned. "Maybe together we can be an undead Bonnie and Clyde."

"Now that'd be something," Marko took my hand, pulling me towards him. "But, seeing as killing is no longer something I have to worry about -" he kissed me softly - "do you think you'd want to become like me?"

I smiled, kissing back, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah."

[marichive]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Catelyn Tully / Stark in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ Where are the children? ❞

❝ Is he afraid? ❞

❝ He is only three. ❞

❝ He must learn to face his fears. ❞

❝ Winter is coming. ❞

❝ The man died well, I’ll give him that. ❞

❝ You would have been proud of him. ❞

❝ I’m always proud of him. ❞

❝ The poo man was half mad. Something had put a fear in him so deep that my words could not reach him. ❞

❝ It will only grow worse. The day may come when I will have no choice but to call the banners. ❞

❝ He is nothing for us to fear. ❞

❝ There are darker things beyond the Wall. ❞

❝ You listen to too many of her stories. ❞

❝ No living man has ever seen one. ❞

❝ You did not come here to tell me tales. ❞

❝ I know how little you like this place. ❞

❝ What is it, My Lady? ❞

❝ There was grievous news today, My Lord. ❞

❝ I did not wish to trouble you until you had cleansed yourself. ❞

❝ I am so sorry, my love. He is dead. ❞

❝ Is this news certain? ❞

❝ It was the king’s seal, and the letter is in his own hand. ❞

❝ I saved it for you. ❞

❝ That is some small mercy, I suppose. ❞

❝ His memory will haunt each stone. ❞

❝ She needs the comfort of family and friends around her. ❞

❝ The letter had other tidings. ❞

❝ The king is riding to seek you out. ❞

❝ We should send word to your brother. ❞

❝ And he gives us no more notice than this? ❞

❝ Where the king goes, the realm follows. ❞

❝ Please, guard your tongue. ❞

❝ Kings are not like other men. ❞

❝ Can’t you see the danger that would put us in? ❞

❝ I never asked for this cup to pass to me. ❞

❝ What is it? My Lady, you’re shaking. ❞

❝ There is grief in this message, I can feel it. ❞

❝ This is no time for false modesty. ❞

❝ My father went south once, to answer the summons of a king. He never came home again. ❞

❝ There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. ❞

❝ He must learn to rule, and I will not be here for him. ❞

❝ He must be ready when his time comes. ❞

❝ You know how he loves to climb. ❞

❝ This is hard, I know. ❞

❝ He is my blood, and that is all you need to know. ❞

❝ He cannot stay here. He is your son, not mine. I will not have him. ❞

❝ A boy with a bastard’s name . . . you know what they will say of him. He will be shunned. ❞

❝ How can you be so damnably cruel? ❞

❝ When the time comes, I will tell him myself. ❞

❝ I can’t leave him, even for a moment. ❞

❝ I have to be with him. ❞

❝ He’s not going to die. ❞

❝ What if he needs me and I’m not here? ❞

❝ I need you too. I’m trying, but I can’t . . . I can’t do it all by myself. ❞

❝ He needs to hear them sing. ❞

❝ Don’t be afraid. ❞

❝ Swear to me you’ll sleep. ❞

❝ It’s good to know my son’s life was not sold cheaply. ❞

❝ What I am about to tell you must not leave this room. ❞

❝ You have my oath. ❞

❝ If this is true, he will pay for it. I’ll kill him myself! ❞

❝ Never draw your sword unless you mean to use it. ❞

❝ I must go myself. ❞

❝ The honor of carrying a lady like yourself is all the reward I need. ❞

❝ The captain was just telling me that our voyage is almost at an end. ❞

❝ I have not been the most valiant of protectors. ❞

❝ The moment we go ashore we are at risk. ❞

❝ There are those at court who will know you on sight. ❞

❝ It’s one thing to be clever and another to be wise. ❞

❝ A man must make his own choices. ❞

❝ Even in a place like this, one never knows who may be watching. ❞

❝ Why have I been brought here in this fashion? ❞

❝ You were not mistreated, I trust? ❞

❝ I am not accustomed to being summoned like a serving wench. ❞

❝ I’ve angered you, My Lady. That was never my intent. ❞

❝ A wife is allowed to yearn for her husband. ❞

❝ Please don’t expect me to believe that. ❞

❝ This sudden trip of yours bespeaks a certain urgency. ❞

❝ I beg of you, let me help. ❞

❝ I know things. That is the nature of my service. ❞

❝ I am soaked through. Even my bones are wet. ❞

❝ There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead. ❞

❝ I hope I have not spoken out of turn. I meant no offense. ❞

❝ Frank talk does not offend me. ❞

❝ You are far from home. ❞

❝ Your home is in my heart. ❞

❝ Take off your helm. I would look on your face again. ❞

❝ I have not been a child in many years. ❞

❝ Suspicion casts a long shadow. ❞

❝ It seems to me she is only playing at courtship. She enjoys the sport. ❞

❝ A woman can rule as wisely as a man. ❞

❝ Pride? Arrogance, some might call it. Arrogance and avarice and lust for power. ❞

❝ I, however, am innocent as a little lamb. Shall I bleat for you? ❞

❝ I promise you, my lady, no harm will come to you. ❞

❝ I do not frighten easily. ❞

❝ I am going to die here. ❞

❝ I . . . I cannot do this. ❞

❝ I’ll come back for you. ❞

❝ I don’t want to look. ❞

❝ Keep your eyes closed if you like. ❞

❝ Have you taken leave of your senses!? ❞

❝ Isn’t he beautiful? ❞

❝ The seed is strong. ❞

❝ Not in front of the baby. ❞

❝ These are not times for delicacy. ❞

❝ You’re scaring the boy. ❞

❝ We’re safe here. ❞

❝ Don’t be a fool. No one is safe. If you think hiding here will make them forget you, you are sadly mistaken. ❞

❝ No castle is impregnable. ❞

❝ Tell me the rest of it. ❞

❝ I should have been woken. ❞

❝ Isn’t it a lovely morning? The gods are smiling on us. ❞

❝ Alive, he has value. Dead, he is only food for crows. ❞

❝ It’s said that poison is a woman’s weapon. ❞

❝ He’s too fond of the sight of blood on that sword of his. ❞

❝ Stand and fight, coward! ❞

❝ My son is leading a host to war. ❞

❝ When night falls, there are said to be ghosts, cold vengeful spirits of the North. ❞

❝ Remind me not to linger here. ❞

❝ You’ve grown a beard. ❞

❝ You are as fair as ever, a welcome sight in troubled times. ❞

❝ Can you understand why I might fear? ❞

❝ The real message is in what she does not say. ❞

❝ I know the sound of a threat, even whispered. ❞

❝ They have her hostage, and they mean to keep her. ❞

❝ Our best hope, our only true hope, is that you can defeat the foe in the field. ❞

❝ You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like these. ❞

❝ It is not my intent to linger here long. ❞

❝ I’ll speak any way I like, damn you. ❞

❝ I have agreed to take them as wards. ❞

❝ Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. ❞

❝ You should let the men see you before battle. I will give them courage. ❞

❝ And who will give me courage? ❞

❝ So this is what death sounds like. ❞

❝ I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it. ❞

❝ It is not your sword I want, ser. ❞

❝ He . . . he killed them . . . ❞

❝ If they hadn’t tried to stop him — ❞

❝ Your men did what they were sworn to do. ❞

❝ Grieve for them. Honor them for their valor. But not now. You have no time for grief. ❞

❝ Your grief is mine. ❞

❝ I swear it, you will have your vengeance. ❞

❝ Will that bring him back to me? ❞

❝ I prayed to know what to do, but the gods did not answer. ❞

❝ I shared his bed and bore his children. Do you think I love him any less than you? ❞

❝ I will mourn for him until the end of my days, but I must think of the living. ❞

❝ I want you to live your life, to kiss a girl and wed a woman and father a son. ❞

❝ I want to write an end to this. I want to go home. ❞

❝ Why shouldn’t we rule ourselves again? ❞

❝ It was the dragons we married, and the dragons are all dead! ❞

❝ There sits the only king I mean to bow my knee to. ❞

[weebsinstash]

in response to one of your latest posts: during stressful situations i also wish alastor would be actively blowing my back out

To cleanse myself of the recent EXTREME STRESS I felt today I'm gonna talk about this man 😩 and actually I have a few specific ideas that are also starting to coincide or be inspired by certain fanart I've seen

First off I'd like to direct your attention to this art which has ruined me for multiple reasons. The tongue and teeth and cat yawn. The concept of him sleeping naked. The haply trail!!! It's ruined me. I'm perverted for it. I'm connecting all the dots. Alastor who sleeps naked regardless as just like A Thing (couldn't be me but you naked sleepers you do you) and decides to keep you company or just genuinely fuck with you by joining you in your bed after you're already asleep and you wake up to him Like That and acting like it's no big deal even if you wake up with him touching you. Or Alastor teasing you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and implying you're upset because you're flustered and shall we say 'desiring him carnally ' and maybe teasingly calling you a pervert

Actually I think Cheshire would be such a cute pet name for him and his evil little grins especially now that Evil Cat Alastor is a thing. You call him Cheshire as a joke and he starts calling you Alice. Suddenly he's refusing to call you anything else. Suddenly he's changing the way you dress into something similar to his own because, you know, since you two are already matching in other ways---

I was already thinking of and having prior discussions with a friend about Alastor's shadow being MUCH more forthcoming with his feelings than Actual Alastor and then I saw this fanart. Shadow Alastor suddenly coming over and pecking you on the cheek while his real counterpart is completely unaware, beefing with Lucifer across the room. Shadow Alastor who, maybe you have powers and a little smiling shadowy little double of your own and Alastor's double is always trying to pal around with yours, invading their space, throwing arms around em, wanting a kiss, whatever. Maybe you wake up one night and, what's that under your covers, maybe it's the boogeyman, who knows; it's dark and it's real hard to see who or WHAT is groping at your thighs--

THIS ART. Ok. Ok. This artist has other art of Alastor sipping tea while Vox gets railed by tentacles but like can you imagine that in a different perspective. Alastor having certain limits with YOU touching HIM, but he touches you all he pleases whether you like it or not. I think if I was kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt and he stopped me just for something like that i would be so turned off and honestly lowkey wanna walk away but, he hasn't gotten to have HIS fun yet

Sigh. I've got it for him so bad 😩❤️😳

[tima7fa]

On A Colder Night Of The Year

Sukuna is doing a shitty job at parenting, at least he's trying ig. + Sukuna is bad at feelings. + Yuji deserves the world.

This is basically a part 2 of the story, I advice to read the first part to understand what exactly is happening and why it's happening.

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"Your bath is prepared, my lord." Uraume murmured while bowing reverently.

"Good." the cursed entity huffed as he strode through the corridor, the blood that stained his form dripping onto the tatami floor, leaving a trail in his wake. "As much as I relish the taste of mortal blood, the sensation of it upon my skin is a most unpleasant one." He wiped a smear of crimson from his cheek, his brow furrowed in distaste. The ever-attentive maids immediately set to work, swiftly cleaning the scarlet splatters from the floor.

Sukuna removed his garments without delay upon entering the bath, a contented sigh escaping him as he felt his muscles unwind in the warmth of the water. The blood that had clung to his form began to dissipate, mixing with the liquid. He rested his elbow upon the tub's edge, his cheek cradled in his palm as he contemplated the scene before him.

His thoughts drifted to Yuji's arrival at his shrine, a full month having passed since the boy's introduction. "Come to think of it, I haven't been seeing the brat as often as of late." he grumbled, leaning his head back to gaze up at the ceiling.

Sukuna had tasked the kid with simple chores, such as dusting the furniture, where the bloodstains he so often brought with him would not be a concern. He wondered if he should have assigned Yuji the role of massaging his head, for the boy's nimble fingers had proven most adept at the task on that initial day.

He let out a heavy sigh, taking up the bowl to scoop up some of the water and pour it over his head, using his fingers to work out the knots in his hair. Why should he care whether he sees the boy or not? Why was this troubling him so? It's not as if he held any true affection for the wretched brat - the boy could perish, for all Sukuna cared.

Perhaps not just yet, though.

Groaning, he began to cleanse his body with the damp towel. "You're so infuriatingly vexing, brat." he muttered under his breath.

Once he had completed his bathing, Sukuna donned his kimono and set out to wander the halls of his shrine, searching for any sign of the young man. Yet, the brat was nowhere to be found. Where in the world had the insolent child run off to?

"Are you searching for something, my lord?" Uraume's voice broke the silence, and Sukuna was momentarily taken aback. He had not sensed the servant's approach, which was most unusual. Had his thoughts truly consumed him so thoroughly?

"What are you talking about?" Sukuna responded, brow furrowed.

Uraume hummed contemplatively. "You've now passed through this area twice." Had he truly traversed this path twice without realizing it? "I was merely ensuring the servants have done a thorough job with the cleaning, nothing more. Dont get it twisted." The curse ran a finger along the surface of a vase, inspecting the pristine finish. This is the sort of detail the boy should have seen to, Sukuna hummed, and it shines as if freshly polished.

"The brat clearly cannot even perform the simple task of cleaning properly. Bring him to me at once, that he may be suitably punished." Sukuna declared, rubbing his thumb against his forefinger as if inspecting for some speck of dust. Uraume raised a delicate brow - they knew full well the vase was immaculately clean, having checked it themselves after the boy had tended to it. And if Sukuna wished to mete out punishment, he was not one to make excuses.

"I do not like to repeat myself, Uraume." the cursed entity growled.

Uraume was drawn from their musings. "My apologies, my lord. However, Yuji is currently in the kitchen, preparing your meal."

Sukuna whirled to face his servant, a scowl twisting his features. "You are allowing the brat to cook for me? I did not assign him to such a task."

"Indeed not, but the boy has been most persistent in his desire to learn how to prepare the dishes you favor, and has been training diligently for the past two weeks." Uraume replied, their tone unwavering.

Sukuna's features softened somewhat at this revelation. Ah, so that explained why the boy had not been bringing his customary tea of late. "If this displeases you, my lord, I shall assign a chef to attend to your meal preparation." the servant offered.

"I did not say that." Sukuna cut in swiftly. "Merely ensure the brat does not make some foolish mistake, like burning himself. I've no desire to deal with his whimpering." With that, the cursed entity turned and strode down the corridor once more.

"And the punishment, my lord?" Uraume called after him.

"I have reconsidered." Sukuna replied simply, not breaking his pace.

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Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Three precise knocks, no more and no less - a rhythm Yuji had become well accustomed to. He dutifully waited, poised at the threshold, for Sukuna's granting of permission to enter. Yet, no reply came.

Yuji's legs ached from his prolonged kneeling before the fusuma, the tray of food laid out before him. Perhaps Sukuna was sleeping? This was most unusual, as the cursed entity rarely rested. Uncertain, Yuji contemplated his next course of action.

Should he dare to knock once more, despite the established protocol of three knocks only? Nay, to do so would risk Sukuna's wrath. Nor could he simply leave, for that would mean failing to fulfill his assigned task, a transgression that was sure to invite dire consequences.

The safest path, then, was to remain and wait patiently. With great care, Yuji removed his haori and draped it over the tray, hoping to preserve the warmth of the meal. As a chill breeze swept through the corridor, he shivered slightly, now bereft of the garment's protection.

"Yuji?"

Yuji flinched as a voice sounded behind him. "Uraume!" The youth turned to face the white-haired individual.

"What are you doing?" Uraume inquired, their brow arched.

"Uh, I knocked three times, but Lord Sukuna did not answer, so I have been waiting." Yuji replied, his gaze returning to the tray before him.

Uraume let out a soft chuckle. "Child, if you have knocked three times and received no reply, you should simply enter if you are bringing food or tea. Lord Sukuna does not like to partake of his sustenance later than he has arranged."

"Oh..." Yuji realized the gravity of his error. He had been waiting for at least an hour. Biting his lip, he glanced up at Uraume.

"Just go in. I'm sure Lord Sukuna will not punish you." Uraume said, their lips curled in a slight grin as they turned and walked away.

"But... I made a mistake—" Yuji murmured, his voice barely audible as he watched Uraume depart.

Sighing, the youth donned his haori once more and, taking a deep breath, slid the fusuma open. The room was dimly lit by the light from outside. Carefully, Yuji stepped inside, setting the tray down and closing the panel behind him.

Sukuna sat on the tatami floor, the kyoto draped about him, leaning against a low table. Yuji could only see the man's back, his gaze drawn to the slow descent of snow beyond the window. The chill in the air caused Yuji to shiver involuntarily.

"Took you long enough, brat."

Yuji flinched at the harsh tone of the man's voice, so long absent. Quickly, he lifted the tray and moved towards Sukuna, setting it down before the cursed entity. Settling to the ground, Yuji's aching legs protested the prolonged kneeling he had endured. He kept his head bowed, his hands folded in his lap, eyes fixed upon the tatami.

Yuji's gaze wandered to the food, doubtful that it had remained piping hot after his lengthy wait. As Sukuna shifted, the youth's eyes snapped back to his hands, bandaged from his work in the kitchen.

"Raise your head." Sukuna commanded, and Yuji obliged, meeting the cursed spirit's four eyes. Sukuna extended a hand towards the boy.

"Your hands." he demanded.

Yuji complied in silence, a frown upon his brow, placing his hands within Sukuna's grasp. The curse closed his fingers around the child's, his thumb caressing Yuji's skin. Yuji watched the motion, perplexed, but felt no pain.

Sukuna released Yuji's hands, and the youth returned them to his lap. The curse picked up the chopsticks, and Yuji held his breath, anxiously awaiting the verdict on the quality of the meal. As Sukuna began to partake, Yuji watched intently, his gaze unwavering.

"Not bad," Sukuna mused, and Yuji let out a breath of relief, unaware he had been holding it. A smile blossomed on the youth's face, his eyes brightening.

"Could be better." Sukuna added, and just as swiftly, Yuji's happy expression vanished, not escaping the cursed spirit's notice.

"Your arms are still as skinny as before. Have my servants been starving you?" Sukuna inquired, his gaze fixed upon the boy.

Yuji looked down, his muscles tensing, and remained silent.

"I don't like repeating myself, brat." Sukuna growled. Come to think of it, this was the second time today the curse had warned someone. "If you don't speak, I'll eat you right now."

Yuji flinched, his body trembling in fear, yet still he kept his mouth shut, which seemed to further agitate Sukuna.

"I'll kill all the servants if you don't speak." the curse threatened.

"No!" Yuji yelled, the sudden outburst widening Sukuna's eyes, before the curse's gaze narrowed menacingly upon the boy's face.

"I'm sorry... please don't kill anyone." Yuji pleaded, his voice lowered, acknowledging that he had overstepped his bounds.

"Then speak." Sukuna commanded.

Yuji took a deep breath, his eyes lowering to the tatami floor. "I eat well, the servants take good care of me. It's not their fault..." The boy fell silent again, as if reconsidering his words.

"Continue," Sukuna grumbled, reaching a hand towards the boy and raising his chin. "And don't lower your head."

"I've been making myself throw up the food after eating it." Yuji sighed, and Sukuna's brows knitted together. "Is the food not to your liking?" the curse muttered, his fingers tightening around the child's chin, though not enough to hurt him.

"No... it's just... you said I have time to prove my usefulness to you, and that is until I get meat on my bones. Until now, I haven't proven anything to you, so-"

"So you started throwing up the food, ruining your health so you don't gain weight, which means I won't eat you and you will still have time to prove yourself?" Sukuna continued for him, releasing Yuji's chin. "Who gave you the right to decide what I find useful or not? Since when were you the one to make decisions for me, brat?"

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop fucking apologizing." Sukuna interrupted.

Yuji fell silent, trembling in fear, as he lowered his head. Sukuna went quiet as well, staring at the child who quivered, realizing he had made the situation worse. For some reason, he felt a tight knot in his chest as he saw the transparent substance fall to the child's hands. He had made a child cry, and he hated how bad he felt about it.

It was annoying that this child was making him feel this way. Sukuna had never felt empathy for anyone before. Even when they cowered and sobbed in fear, even when they begged, he had only felt satisfaction. It was twisted, he knew, but it didn't matter. Until now.

Ryomen Sukuna does as he pleases, without feeling the need to justify his actions to anyone.

But right here and now, he doesn't want to see this child cry, nor does he want the child to fear him. It's annoying.

"Yuji." the curse uttered the boy's name for the second time. The child desperately tried to wipe away his tears and muffle his sniffles. Sukuna sighed and pulled the boy towards him, enveloping him in a warm embrace.

Sukuna doesn't make the effort to remember his servants' names, or rather, he doesn't bother to do so. The only name he ever says is 'Uraume.' his faithful servant. But for some reason, he remembers the annoying brat's name.

Yuji yelped, just as he had the first time Sukuna pulled him close. The child's eyes were wide as he looked up at the curse. "...Lord-" "Quiet." Sukuna interrupted.

Yuji fell silent once more, but he buried his face in the curse's chest, his small hands gripping the fabric tightly, as if afraid Sukuna would leave him. The curse let out a small hum, running his hand through the soft, peach-colored hair. Perhaps the reason he didn't cut the child's hair is that he found the fluffy locks to be quite cute on the brat.

But Sukuna would never admit that.

"I won't eat you." You have grown on me too much to do so.

"Cook me a meal again."

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Bonus:

"Uraume, Lord Sukuna can do magic!" Yuji chirped, his eyes shining with wonder.

"Why do you think so?" Uraume hummed, a grin spreading across their face.

"Yesterday, when I was cooking, I cut myself all over. But when Lord Sukuna held my hands, I didn't feel any pain anymore. And when I opened my bandages, my hands didn't have a single wound on them!" Yuji rambled excitedly.

Uraume chuckled and ruffled the child's hair. "Yeah, Lord Sukuna is quite the magician."

"Like a magical girl!" Yuji exclaimed.

"Magical girl?" Uraume inquired.

"Granny used to tell me about magical girls. I think Lord Sukuna is an undercover magical girl." the boy said, his expression serious.

Uraume laughed. "Yeah, a pinky undercover magical girl."

"But shh, don't tell anyone, Yuji."

"I won't! I promise." Yuji said, his eyes sparkling with delight.

《 @midgetpottermills 》