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skrunklyshrimp · 3 months ago

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Succulent - Kinich

Spiderman AU, where Kinich is Spiderman and you are the Gwen Stacy.

Kinich unknowingly explores the same suspicious temple as you, saves a few Saurians, saves you a few times, confesses his love to you. The basic stuff.

Notes: I have had major Kinich brainrot, especially with the sunflower edits of him on tiktok. So I took it upon myself to make a spiderman AU where he's spiderman! Yay! He's definitely OOC but I tried my hardest so please try to enjoy :3

(P.S. this stuff was written before he was released so this is not cannon!)

You were a simple researcher, wandering into the depths of Natlan. There was some elemental disturbance in some uncharted land underground, not wanting anyone else to get ahead of you, you embarked on your journey alone.

“Maybe I should've hired a mercenary.. Kinich would’ve been great.” you mutter. Kinich, a great mercenary, has such a cold demeanor yet he always stares at you and gives you such a warm gaze. You shake off the thoughts of your tiny crush as you slowly make your way through rough terrain. There were lava geysers all around and a hint of evil in the air, perhaps it was the abyss order.

You carried on, almost slipping into the multiple geysers all around. Thankfully you finally reached a safe point and decided to set up camp, just a simple tent and some traps in case enemies attack.

“Just a simple salad today, I have to preserve the meat for the hardest part of the adventure.” You say to no one aloud.

You decide to mark down some observations of the cave you're in. So far you haven't come face to face with any enemies which is quite odd for an area with a highly condensed elemental energy. Perhaps someone has come before you. You mark off any important landmarks, different rocks, ancient markings. Sighing, you place your notebook down and shake your sore hand.

“Time to sleep.” You stand up and stretch before heading into your tent for the night.

“Log number 18. I've still been searching for the cause of the elemental disturbance. Many enemies have appeared so I've done the reasonable thing and wiped them out. I do see a temple in the distance that radiates high elemental energy, so I will be checking that tomorrow but, right now it's time for me to rest.” Click. Kinich places down his recorder.

“I’m not even getting paid for this gig. Why am I even doing this?” He sighs, leaning up against a nearby wall.

See but Kinich knew exactly why, it was because of you. See Kinich had two jobs, one as a mercenary, one as a hero. He was known as Spiderman in Natlan, the way he would effortlessly swing with his grappling hook, and kill enemies of Teyvat as quickly as a black spider. He wore a mask in this identity, nobody knew who he was. Yet as he was weakened from an enemy far too strong and there he laid on the ground. You walked up, and instead of finding out who this mysterious Spiderman was, you kept his mask on, only pulling it high enough to wipe blood off his mouth. From then on he continued to have encounters with you, it always occurred whenever he got injured in battle, you were there by his side to patch up his wounds.

“I still don't even know your name.” Kinich reminisces about the moments spent together. “I'll get rid of this and protect you.” His promise fades away in the giant cave, nobody but himself to see it true. Kinich sets up a small sleeping bag, finally deciding to get some rest.

“New day, new adventure!” You say, trying to be optimistic. Although the truth is you could be farther from it. The elemental energy feels even more condensed than before, and there's this feeling of impending doom following suit. You quickly pack up your supplies not wanting to waste anymore time on this research trip.

After what feels like hours, but in reality was probably no longer than 30 minutes, you see a temple in the distance.

“This…” You stare at it from afar, shocked to even say a single word. The elemental energy that is pouring out from there is outstanding, there is definitely something suspicious going on. This is the first time in this adventure where you had second doubts, you definitely should've hired a mercenary, maybe Kinich. It's far too late for that now you decide as you begrudgingly step towards.

“These puzzles are definitely different from the ones we see around Natlan, right Ajaw?” Kinich looks at the strange mechanism.

“You really do suck if you can't get us through here. Wanna impress your lover researcher right? Right? Also why are you wearing that stupid mask, nobody is around.” Ajaw teases and questions the poor Kinich as he starts to get pissed.

“One I don't have a lover, two, this is for Natlan’s sake, something you must not understand, and three, I’ve gotten used to wearing it.” Kinich shoos away the now red Ajaw. “Finally figured out how it works though.” As he says that a door that was previously locked opens up.

“I see you've come to stop our plans once again traveler- ergh?!” A flame welding abyss lector pauses mid speech.

“Traveler? Do you mean the blond haired saviour going around helping people?” Kinich asks, recognizing the famous traveler.

“You're kinda totally ruining the plan I had dude.” The abyss lector says in defeat.

“What do you mean ruining the plan, huh!?” Ajaw yells, still upset about earlier.

“Well, the traveler and I were supposed to fight. After all, I totally ran away from our fight last time, heh. Just didn't wanna die you know?” The abyss lector laughs off his misfortune. “Nevermind that now I have to kill you, after all I can't have you leaking our information out and about.”

“Let's win this Kinich!” Ajaw says, trying to pump up his dear servant.

“Whatever you say I guess.” Kinich responds.

“These puzzles.. They're complete, someone had to have been here before.” You conclude. When you arrived at the temple you saw numerous doors open. There were many unfamiliar marks covering the temple head to toe, you only recognize a few as abyss symbols. Through careful observation you notice an odd placing brick on the wall, not wanting to inspect it with your own hands, you opt for a nearby stick. You take a deep breath in and push against the suspicious brick, allowing a secret passage downwards to open.

“Thank god that wasn't a trap.” You breathe a sigh of relief.

After finishing writing down all the information you need about this current room you decide to explore this secret passage, it's basically just a bunch of stairs leading downwards.

“Shit you're one slippery guy, and what the hell is with that skill you're seriously like a spider.” The flame bearing abyss lector complains, definitely aggravated from the injuries inflicted on him.

“Yeah I tend to go by Spiderman, don't let the name wear out.” Kinich says, quickly using his skill to cover his eyes with his grapple, reducing his eyesight.

While covering the abyss lector’s eyes he uses a secondary grappling hook to start to spin himself, effectively wrapping the enemy up.

“You damned brat! You'll pay for this!” The abyss lector yells while using his pyro skills, effectively destroying the web like wire that blocked his vision and disabled his movement.

“Too bad you weren't paying attention.” Kinich mutters, slicing his claymore against the back of the abyss lector, leading to its defeat.

“Ajaw, find anything of interest on his body, I'm going to check this machinery out.” Kinich orders Ajaw around, to which Ajaw complains but compiles.

In this room there's multiple computers showing different results, many different files of interest, and… a tube? Leading to where. Kinich is left to wonder. He takes a closer look at the tube to see a purple substance flow through it.

“Ajaw, find out where this tube leads, we'll switch jobs.” Kinich says, shoving Ajaw away from the flame abyss lector's body.

“Meh meh meh meh. Mr. Bossy-pants.” Ajaw mocks but goes right to finding where the location of the purple substance is coming from.

“I should've turned around.” You can't help but complain. You had been walking down these stairs for god knows how long, with barely any light, and no clue if there's enemies at the bottom.

“I'm so dead aren't I.” You cry. In the middle of you trying to accept your fate you see a brighter light. Hopeful that it's the bottom you pick up your pace only to be met face to face with, prison cells?

There were glass cells, no, chambers filled with Saurians, a purple substance being sucked out and pushed into a hole in the middle of the room. You take careful steps forward, heartbroken, shocked at the sight you're seeing. The dragon's that inhabit the lands of Natlan, being sucked dry of their elemental energy. This has to be the work of the abyss order, you conclude. You look at the seemingly bottomless pit in the middle of the room.

“This is… despicable. How could they do this to innocent creatures?” You mutter, looking down into the pit with sadness.

“Oh? What's my number one fan doing here?” A familiar voice echoes in front of you.

“Ah, Spiderman-!?” You look up only to be met face to face with an upside down Spiderman.

“I'm not surprised you're here, but why are you here alone? You don't have a vision so this place is draining you of your energy.” A slight bit of concern covers Spiderman's voice.

“I had to explore. This cave was uncharted and I wanted to resolve this issue as soon as possible.” You answer his question, “Not to mention you're hurt yourself. When did this happen?” He just scratches the back of his head.

“Just had a fight just now I'm alright though. Had to win to see you once again.” Spiderman admits. “It looks like I'll have to have another fight though. Please stay back alright.” He says while pulling down his mask, just enough to show his mouth. He moves forwards enough to give you a light kiss against your lips. He gives you a smile before putting his mask back on and jumping right into the fight.

You stand there for a few seconds processing what just happened. Not only did the Spiderman just say he wanted to see you again, but he also just kissed you? You hear the noise of abyss mages getting hurt and remember what Spiderman told you to do, so you try to walk over to the other side, away from the fighting.

You watch in awe as the amazing Spiderman uses his webs to his advantage, dodging the attacks from abyss mages and using them to weaken the shields so he can do heavy damage with his claymore. You’re so enamored by his performance you don’t realize how close to the edge of the pit you get too.

“Finally done with these abyss mages.” Kinich mutters, turning to you only to see you dangerously close to the edge, with abyss mages behind you. “Watch out-!” Kinich tries to call out to you but it’s too late, the abyss mages push you into the pit.

Kinich is quick to react, quickly using his grappling hook to connect and grab you, which ends successfully. Only problem now? He had two electro abyss mages in front of him, his grappling hook unusable at the moment. The panic that Spiderman was going to lose his battle, and someone he holds close to his heart.

No, he thinks. He can’t let it happen again, he can’t. The few times Kinich opened his heart it was left broken, with the death of his father and now soon to be you. He can start to feel his arms weaken and-

“How did you beat me here!?” A scream comes from up top. Kinich’s eyes open in surprise, then his lips curve into a small smile.

“Ajaw, could you please get these mages out of their shields, I need to get our friend out of this pit.” He orders, no, commands Ajaw, to which he slowly complies. Ajaw begins to attack the abyss mages, holding his own as Kinich quickly pulls you up to the top, hoping you were still alive in his grappling hook.

“It’s funny really, I don’t understand why a simple researcher like you caught my eye.” Kinich mumbles to himself seeing your body appear from the purple smoke filled pit. Admittedly Kinich was scared out of his mind when you weren’t moving, but a simple pulse check let him know that you weren’t dead, but unconscious. A huge wave of relief flooded Kinich knowing you were safe. That’s when he swiftly grabbed his claymore which he had disregarded and landed the final attack on the abyss mages.

“We’ll report this to the warriors in Natlan. They’ll free the surviving Saurians.” Ajaw suggests which Kinich agrees.

Kinich reaches up and removes his mask, his face covered with scratches, blood, and sweat. Yet even so, he smiles warmly knowing that you were safe.

Your head is spinning. You can’t see anything. You’re asleep. You have to just wake up. Wake up.

“Ugrh.” You groan, slowly opening your eyes to a recovery room. “Where am I?” You manage to speak out loud.

“You’re awake! I’m glad. See Kinich here found you in a temple and apparently you were all passed out, if he were later you might’ve died.” The doctor explains to you. Kinich? He found you but the only one who was at the temple with you was- oh.

You quickly sit up surprising Kinich and the doctor who was at your side. You smile, “Thank you for the update doctor, but I need to speak with Kinich alone, if that’s alright.” You say weakly, nonetheless the doctor understands and leaves the two of you to your business.

“So, you’re Spiderman.” You state, waiting for him to deny, after all it can’t be true the the mercenary Kinich can also be the amazing Spider-

“Yeah.” He answers. Your thoughts pause, you freeze, and you just stare at him in shock.

“Why?” You ask, and he just tilts his head in confusion. “Why would you tell me your secret? I'm just a regular researcher, I don’t even have a vision.” You question, confused on why he would reveal his identity.

“It’s simple. Out of every fan I meet, you’re the only face I can remember, if I see you in a crowd I always tend to go into that direction. I may not even know your name but you show me with such care despite not knowing who I am.” Kinich confesses, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

“It’s right to be nice to everyone, even unknown identities.” You say.

“I guess you’re right, so will you humour me for a while and go on a date with me?” He asks you, looking at you with a warm gaze and a loving smile.

#kinich #kinich x reader #kinich x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #natlan #genshin ajaw #fluff #alternate universe #spiderman kinich #slight angst #happy ending

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kiame-sama · 1 year ago

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Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, somnophilia flavored, dirty talk, objectification, obsessed yandere, slight corruption kink, small spoilers for Astarion's worst kept secret, blood, biting kink, mention of Astarion's past, gender neutral reader, neutral good reader (folk-hero type), opposites attract, spoilers for game opening, slight spoilers for possible non-combatant followers, owl-bear cub named Hootsie (if you know what this name is from, I like your taste in media), adult themes, mention of nsfw topics,

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How could this have happened to him? Of all people, Astarion was no chivalrous rube unlike the odd being he found himself following the command of. Truly, he didn't understand just how he wound up a follower to someone who put others before themselves. The damned tadpole in his brain being the only reason he would stand to be near someone so annoyingly virtuous... or so he tells himself.

Truth was, though he didn't like the mundane and menial tasks he found himself doing for the betterment of others, he did actually like the goody-two-shoes he followed the lead of. They were... hells, how to describe them?

Almost every choice was made to help someone against unfair treatment or wrongful accusations. Each decision was weighed carefully on the moral scale and done with well-being in mind in almost every way. They were one of those folk-hero types who stood up for the little guy and extended help to those in honest need.

They were infuriating and annoyingly righteous. ...They were enchanting.

Astarion found himself practically crooning over them, especially during fights. Someone able to so ruthlessly kill and command others was truly an impressive character. From the strategy and careful thinking to the quick and merciless endings, Astarion barely kept himself from swooning.

Even beyond the battlefield, he noticed little things they did that made him practically melt. Those small habits and unconscious behaviors that they had making him smile ever so slightly whenever he noticed them. He wasn't staring or obsessing, mind you, just... observing.

What truly surprised him was what happened when he decided to push his luck and try to feed on them and their delectable blood. Despite how quietly he had approached them, they woke up right as he was going to sink his fangs into their neck. Even though he knew he was likely about to be slain, he still tried to stand up for himself and justify his actions. Much to his surprise and genuine delight, the defacto leader did not stake him in the heart, choosing instead to speak with that same calm timbre and hear him out.

It was then they did something he swore would have made his heart flutter if it still had a beat. They told him that he was welcome to feed on their blood- within reason- and asked him to feed from them whenever he felt the thirst coming on too strongly. It was a kindness he had never expected from someone, and he agreed that feeding on (y/n) was better than trying to feed on any of the other companions they traveled with.

Since then, Astarion would feed on animals or enemies mostly, but always kept enough room in his stomach to feed on (y/n) at night. Something about their blood made him shiver in delight and the taste drove him to crave more and more. It was as if his dear (y/n)'s blood called to him and crooned sweet nothings into his mind.

He would never take more than offered, of course, but there were evenings where he was quite tempted to take more. Not more blood, but more of (y/n).

Sex was a good way to burn off steam and was good enough with almost anyone, but the thought of passionate sex with (y/n)... oh, it was simply delicious. He had propositioned once or twice, but the subtlety in how he asked seemed to make the true meaning of his words go right past them. They either didn't reciprocate or truly did not understand the delicate way he approached the matter and so thought he was talking about something else. He knew he would have to be more straightforward with them in the future about his desire for their blood and body, but for now he would satisfy himself however he could.

It was late in the evening and the others were fast asleep as he approached his beloved on silent feet. Their faithful dog- Scratch- and the aptly named owl-bear cub Hootsie were snoozing back to back on the other side of the camp, so they shouldn't interrupt him.

As Astarion leaned over the kindly ally, he couldn't help but reach up to slowly trail his fingers over their soft cheek. They looked absolutely scrumptious laying there with an unbothered expression, their breathing soft and quiet. Though he was thirsty and quite ready for a drink, he held himself back in favor of marveling over his precious little hero.

To think, some morally-righteous nobody had entangled his unbeating heart and enamored him so much he even considered charity. Charity for Hells sakes!

A soft whine escapes their lips as he slowly turned their head to the side, feeling a sense of pride when he saw the two puncture marks on the side of their neck where he fed from them regularly. Their blood was so pure and sweet, he could barely get by with the few tastes he would take every evening. Perhaps he had their heroic tendencies to thank for the extremely pure blood that he enjoyed feasting on.

He found himself so protective of their blood that any time they got hurt in battle, he could feel the rage pull at his mind and begin to consume him. As far as Astarion was concerned, all of (Y/n)'s blood belonged to him. Even one drop wasted was a drop he could have had, and the thought of their blood being so casually wasted like that... it set a fury in him.

Of course, after the battle he always offered to lick their wounds, but they seemed to think he was joking and laughed it off. What he wouldn't give to have them say 'yes' to his proposition and simply let him love on their wounds while going down on them.

Even at that moment, the warm scent of their body made bliss run through him as he decided to risk getting caught. He slowly moved their clothing so he could marvel at the exposed flesh of their stomach. With a light touch, he made sure to gently drag his tongue over their front, groaning to himself in response to their appetizing taste. All he wanted was to ravage them as they lay there and take it from him, but he still had plenty of self restraint.

"What I wouldn't give to cover you up in bites, Darling."

Astarion decided to stop pushing his luck when his thirst tugged at his self-control impatiently. He could always go back to helping himself after he got a drink from his favorite source.

Even though he had bitten them countless times over, he still felt a certain chill run through him at being able to sink his fangs in once more. The warm splash of blood against his tongue made an almost pathetic whimper escape his throat, greedily drinking down the flavorful ambrosia. All too soon, he had to pull away and staunch his desire for more until the next time he got to feed on his beloved.

"Don't worry, Dearest. I will make damn sure you can never get away from me no matter what. Then we can embrace as long as we wish. I'll rip the others to shreds for you, love. You'll never get to leave me."

#yandere astarion #kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere bg3 #tw blood

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thetaxicabber · 5 months ago

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Chapter 6 art for Voyagers of Time and Shadow! This is one of my favorites so far! Two worlds colliding with the golden trio meeting our two main characters.

Here’s an excerpt from the chapter 📚

“Hey Potter!” Sebastian calls to the trio of Gryffindor’s as they exit the Great Hall after breakfast. They were only a few steps ahead of them, the crimson shining on their robes colored ties in the sunlight from the windows. Evelyn watches Hermione glance over her shoulder at them before she stops walking.

Harry tenses but relaxes when he turns around and sees that it’s them. “Hello Sebastian,” he greets with a small smile.

This is the first time Evie is getting a good look at the famous boy who lived. They’ve shared a few classes but he’s kept his head down in every class other than Defense Against the Dark Arts that first day. He has untidy black hair and round glasses over his green eyes. He’s not as tall as Sebastian but he’s not short either. Evelyn can spy the edge of the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead but she doesn’t stare at it.

She knows what its like to be the odd one at school. Everyone knew she stopped Ranrok and treated her differently because of it. Not many had known about her ancient magic but she could not hide her injuries after the final battle and Headmaster Black then announced that she was a hero at the celebration. Evie wishes he wouldn't have so she could have pretended to be normal. She wishes she could have kept it all a secret.

“I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend,” Sebastian slides his hand onto her shoulder and squeezes it lightly. “This is Evie.”

“Hi Evie, nice to meet you,” Harry greets her with a hesitant nod. He looks a bit like he’s expecting her to say something foul.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she smiles at him, folding her hands in front of her politely. This boy has been through hell, something they both have in common. “I hope you don’t think Sebastian and I are like the others in our house…we can think for ourselves.”

This amazing art by @giselsann-opencommissions I'm so excited to continue getting art for this series! If you've read it let me know which scenes you'd like to see! :)

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #wizarding world #ominis gaunt #harry potter #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ancient magic #hogwarts legacy mc #order of the phoenix #hp fanfic #hp #slytherin #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts houses #hogwarts oc #golden trio era #ron weasley #hermione granger

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sweet-honey-tears · 10 months ago

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▪️I am Your Safety▪️

Villain Deku x Quikless!Fem!Reader

OverView: Villain Deku with a quirkless reader who ends up calling on him for help.

Warning: Swearing, kidnapping if you squint

Inspiration: I recommend watching this short! Give them some love! It’s very good.

-🍯

It was a mistake, a rookie, quirkless mistake. One that could leave you dead, hurt, or worse. To leave the safety of your home for a pointless ingredient for dinner, one you could easily go without but stubbornly won't. Ginger root, a simple ingredient for stir fry, had led you here. Barely 5 minutes from your home, yet in a completely new area.

Hidden behind your cozie apparent laid a maze of buildings, dark alleys weaving between their roads. It wasn't the best part of the city. But with what you could afford, it was the best for you and closest to your work. It was lucky you even found housing in the bustling city of Musutafu. Tho, with the constant casualties, maybe not so much. It seemed the city took an odd turn when pro-heroes DynaMight and Deku left hero society. Intern, causing considerable other heroes from their graduating year to also leave. The news turning many of the streets, especially yours, into less-than-stellar areas.

"You shouldn't live there; I could pay for you to be where the stars are." Izuku had told you, his green eyes shining against his dark circle.

"I'll be fine Izuku! Plus, I know you'll be there to protect me!" you had cooed. It was dangerous, both to live in that area but talk to the leader of the 'New Age' with such a teasing tone. Anyone else would be dead, but not you. Izuku signed, placing his hands on your sides and looking down at you. He searched your face, trying to find any possible crack he could talk you into his idea.

You'll be the death of me, doll." he groaned dramacitly. His wild green eyes glanced back down at you. "Just don't leave the house at night, okay, doll? Promise me." "I promise ZooZoo!" you had so gleefully said, finger fixing his red suit tie.

The old conversation rang in your head; that was before you both got into a heated fight. One that caused you to leave the house in despair.

He had called you weak, and a joking argument turned heated quickly. "I'm not helpless, Izuku!" "buy you are!" It'd been a lonely few days at your small apartment. Sitting on the decrepit couch that had begun to seem too big. Maybe it was your depressed stupor that led to this rooky mistake.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" you whispered. What was the point of getting an ingredient for a dish if you'd never get to even make it back home? You had been too stubborn, and it was only dusk at the time. You had time to run down to the store and grab it before it turned dark, you debated. You had managed to grab the ginger, quickly cashing out and beginning your trek to your apartment. “Come on… come on…” you whispered, begging the sun to go slower. "C'mon!" your feet picked up their base.

"Hey, pretty!" a voice called from the ally.

"Crap". Your feet picked up their pace.

"Come on! We just wanna talk." you waited for the sound of Izuku's voice to help you, to tell them you're both busy, and flash his neon eyes, but there was only silence. Right, he was gone.

"Sorry, I need to go. Have someone waiting for me." it was a lie, but a hopeful one. Maybe if they knew you were expected somewhere they leave, you'd have someone looking for you; you weren't worth the trouble. You were wrong.

"Oh, cmon I'm sure they can wait a bit."

Your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed your hand to the brick wall. In your panic, you had lost track of where you were, instead ending up in a place you knew nothing about, in an ally with a dead end. "Fuck fuck FUCK!" you cried, palm slamming on the wall as you slowly slid down. Tears burned your eyes as you sat on the ground, watching the predators creep ever closer to its prey.

The scruffy ally light above you barely made the two men visbale. You watched one's arms turn sharp as skin-colored blades as he inched closed with a sickening grin. The others, you couldn't tell what their quirk was, if they had one at all, but he held a gun tightly. That was deadly enough to a quirkless user civilian like you.

"Now come on pretty, just come with us peacefully, and ya won't get hurt. I'm sure your family will pay to get you back." "and if they don't, well, take great care of you." you had long dropped your canvas bag and, ironically, the ginger root you ventured out for. Yet they hadn't stopped for the bag, and considering neither held it, their intentions had never been to get the bag. Your body shook, and Li quivered, face becoming hot with fear and horror. You watched as they inched to you, your body caving in more. "Izuku…" you whispered as though a small prayer.b "Izuku!"

You screamed, your throat raw from tears and its pitch. The men seemed to pause at your sudden outburst before appearing to become angered at your choice to yell. "Fucking whore- shut it!" "Izuku!" you wailed, body caving as you waited for pain. "IZUKU," you flinched as you heard a loud pop and felt something small shower your body. The dingy ally light shattering as something sharp and quick hit it. Another boom sounded, a shriek leaving your lips at his proximity to your head. Green light slammed into the wall behind you, sending cracks up the foundation. "Doll…" "Zoo-coo" you rasped out. You opened your eyes, staring at the ground below you, watching it light up with the lumination of green flicker lighting. Slowly, your body sat up, your tears blurring the gory sight before you. He stood there, dressed in a suit vest and shoes, green hair not even out of place. He seemed more displeased and worried than angered.

"I-km sorry! You were right!" you shuffled, body caving again as tears raked your body. Fear still gripping every bone. "I should have listened! I'm sorry I left! I'm sorry I yelled!" you cried. The realization of how helpless you were fully settled itself upon you.

"Sh shh, Dolly, it's okay."

His body bent forward as he effortlessly picked you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you squished yourself closer. "I've got you." he calmly coded, kicking a limp arm out of his path as he walked you both out of the ally. "You're moving in with me tonight." it was firm, a demand, no room to argue, not that you could or would. Your tearful state leaving you in hiccups. "I need to keep my doll safe, and you're only safe with me."

#bnha headcannons #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha writing #villian deku #villain izuku #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya #villain deku #izuku midoria x reader

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ghoulish-yellowcake · 1 month ago

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When I first got into Fallout and was delightfully babbling to my friends about all the fucked up vault experiments and such they looked at me like I was crazy and asked why the hell I liked it so much. At the time I didn’t really have an answer other than I liked the contrast of how silly it could get compared to the darker qualities—how it bounced between the two or combined them into a wonderful satire on capitalism.

After watching and rewatching the show, logging hundreds of hours across multiple games, and several posters up on my wall later, I think I finally understand why.

The games are set up for you to be the hero, to make your slice of the wasteland a better place, but unlike a lot of other media, being the hero is an active choice that you have to make over and over again. You are presented with a cruel, violent world that brings out the worst in humanity, and yet these games ask you to be kind, to help out an NPC with a small favor, or sacrifice something important for the greater good. It isn’t easy. A lot of times the best choice isn’t going to be perfect either, with many ethical decisions boiling down to harm reduction or the lesser of two evils—whatever gives the wasteland the best chance at survival. Sometimes you need to bloody your hands, but other times the better outcome results in maybe not forgiveness but refusing to act on revenge. Heroism is often challenging and morally grey at times.

Sure, you could choose to be evil, but it’s almost too easy—I find it so much more satisfying to be empathetic, to surprise characters with hope that the world doesn’t have to be so bleak. I guess in many ways it’s a type of Superman fantasy, having not only the desire to be kind but the power to be so in a world filled with darkness.

And it’s not just the player character vs the world, there are plenty of companions and other NPCs surviving and working to make things better. Here you are at the end of the world, yet people endure and life goes on. People grow crops, tend to livestock, and set up trade. They build communities and carve out homes in the ruins of the old world.

I guess in simpler terms, I like Fallout because it’s a hopeful display of humanity persevering. War may never change, but men can. I think a light in the dark is always going to get me, especially when that light is a spark trying to illuminate an entire sea of darkness. That spark may be hard to find, but goddamn how impressive is it that it’s trying so hard against all odds.

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #I do love capitalism satire too #and causing mass amounts of violence with silly and/or badass weapons #or talking multiple antagonists into killing themselves #we all love silly violence and I think that’s what people outside of the fallout fandom see #like it’s true but it’s so much more than that #also good tunes 👍

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thebunnednun · 3 months ago

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LOYALTY [Chapter 2]

Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Fuck a breakup, you ever have your fiance and partner of 8 years dump you during his promotion party in front of your bosses and the whole office with the girl he told you, “Don’t worry about,” on his arm?

The man you moved continents to support and move in with while you worked from home and helped promote his hero career because you thought he loved you and he called it an investment in your future together while you just did it out of love?

Welp, now he’s kicked you out in a strange land and you’ve gotta make it on your own. When you can't get a new job or apartment and tuition is almost due: you’ve got two options: Strip it or lose.

And I guess the angry blond that keeps coming back to your club wants to help you too.

I've been holding off on releasing more chapters because chapter 1 didn't do so well. But this is taking off on ao3 so I'm giving it another chance.

Chapter 1 is found here The poster for it contains hints for the next chapters.

Chapter Song is: Cyber sex by Doja Cat

------------------------Chapter 2: Behind the Glass-----------------------

The neon lights of the club flickered, casting a vibrant glow that bounced off the walls and mirrors. The bass of the music pulsed through the floor, a rhythmic thrum that set the tempo for the night. You adjusted your mask and wig in the mirror, ensuring that your identity remained concealed. The anonymity was a small comfort in a job that offered little else.

Marshmallow peeked into your side of the room, her face beaming with encouragement. “You’re going to do great tonight,” she said, her voice warm and reassuring. Her own outfit—a soft, lavender bodysuit with delicate lace trim—made her look like a whimsical dream. “Just remember, they’re here for the show. Give them something to remember.”

You nodded, trying to shake off the nervous energy that bubbled beneath your skin. You had been working behind the glass for a few weeks now, learning the nuances of the routine, mastering the pole, and getting accustomed to the constant surveillance of the security cameras. It was a strange existence, dancing in isolation while the world outside remained a mystery.

The glass panel separated you from the rest of the room, a barrier that allowed you to perform without being seen. On the other side, the room was filled with the occasional murmur of voices and the clinking of glasses. You focused on the task at hand, pulling yourself into a graceful routine that combined elegance with just a hint of spice.

As you began your dance, the rhythm of the music seemed to blend with the beat of your heart. The movements flowed naturally, your body moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm. Your mind wandered to the surprises of the club—especially the frequent visits from pro heroes. It was an odd revelation, but not entirely unexpected. In a place like this, discretion was paramount, and the allure of anonymity must have been appealing even to those in the spotlight.

Halfway through your routine, you heard a yawn from the other side of the glass. The sound cut through the music, startling you momentarily. You couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of the gesture. It was Marshmallow, likely on her break.

“Are you really that bored?” you called out, your voice muffled by the glass.

The response came with a chuckle. “Not bored, just waiting for you to finish up. Got a special client tonight—one of those ‘high roller’ types. They usually want something a bit… more unique.”

You finished the last of your routine, striking a final pose before retreating to the changing area. Marshmallow was already waiting for you, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and sympathy.

“Special client, huh?” you asked, pulling off your mask and adjusting your wig.

“Yep,” she replied, leaning casually against the wall. “Sometimes it’s just a big spender, sometimes it’s someone looking for a bit of extra fun. Just do your best and keep it professional. And if they try anything… well, you know who to call.”

You nodded, feeling a shiver of anticipation mixed with anxiety. As you prepared for the special client, Marshmallow’s reassuring presence was a comfort. You had grown to trust her in the short time you had known her. She had become a mentor of sorts, guiding you through the intricacies of this world.

When the time came, you stepped into the room where the special client awaited. The setup was familiar—a dimly lit space with a plush sofa positioned in the back. The client’s silhouette was obscured by the shadows, and you could make out little beyond the outline of a large figure.

You began your routine, pouring all of your new skills and emotion into the performance. The glass barrier between you and the client created a sense of separation, allowing you to maintain your composure while still delivering an intimate experience. You did your best to remember everything the girls taught you earlier and tried to channel your own sexiness into the dance.

The minutes seemed to blend together, punctuated by the occasional murmur from the client. As you finished your routine and prepared to leave, you felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. The job was done, and you had managed to maintain your anonymity once again.

Back in the dressing room, Marshmallow was waiting with a smile. “How’d it go?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Not too bad,” you replied, trying to sound casual. “He left a good tip too.”

She gave you a reassuring pat on the back. “Good to hear. Now, let’s hit the gym. We’ve got to keep those moves sharp.”

After your shifts, you and Micheal, or Marshmallow as she was known in the club, headed toward the gym after another grueling night, she glanced over at you with a thoughtful expression. The treadmill’s rhythmic thud matched your steady pace, and you could see her reflection in the gym’s large mirrors.

“You know,” Micheal said, her voice breaking through the thump of the treadmill, “there’s other ways to make money online. Not just the stuff you’re doing now.”

You looked over at her, curiosity piqued. Micheal was a striking woman, her skin a rich, deep brown that glowed under the gym’s fluorescent lights. Her hair was styled in a sleek, ponytail that framed her face perfectly. She wore a workout outfit that accentuated her strong physique, but it was her eyes—full of knowledge and warmth—that drew you in.

“I’m already working online during the day,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual.

Micheal chuckled and shook her head, pulling out her phone. “That’s cute. But there’s more out there, you know. Look.” She turned the screen towards you, revealing a list of adult apps and websites. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t be a prude,” Micheal teased, her smile playful. “You don’t even have to show your face if you don’t want to.”

You considered her suggestion, weighing it against your pressing financial needs. The tuition and apartment costs were mounting, and every bit of extra income would help. “I’ll think about it,” you said, focusing on your workout to distract yourself.

When you returned home, exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks. You slumped into your chair and sifted through a stack of rejection letters, each one a reminder of how tough the job market was. After scheduling more interviews, you allowed yourself a short nap, hoping it would recharge you.

The nap, however, turned into a nightmare. You dreamt of your ex, his voice insistent, pressuring you to move to Japan with him. His words echoed in your mind, manipulating and demanding, until you woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. The fear and anxiety from the dream clung to you, adding to your already fraught emotions.

You sat up, wiping your face with a shaky hand, and remembered Micheal’s advice. You fumbled for your phone and shot her a text, asking about the safest website where you wouldn’t have to get nude.

Micheal’s reply came swiftly. She sent you a link to “Secret Admirer,” an app where the user is in control. “It’s a sugar baby app, but the baby calls the shots. You can add a shopping list link and build a profile with pics and videos. Within a few hours, you should start getting messages.”

You stared at the link, your mind racing with possibilities. Micheal’s explanation gave you a small glimmer of hope. “Thanks <33,” you texted back, gratitude mingling with apprehension.

‘Fuck it I’m doing this.’

That evening, you set up your account on “Secret Admirer.” With the help of makeup, filters, and another wig, you created a completely new persona. You named her “Princess Diamond” the antithesis of your real self. Where you were reserved and introspective, Princess was a brash, demanding spoiled brat with an insatiable appetite for luxury.

You looked at the final result on your screen, feeling a mix of satisfaction and discomfort. This new identity was a way to protect yourself, to shield your true self from the harshness of your circumstances. You hoped it would work, that it would provide the financial cushion you needed to get back on your feet.

At least you hoped it would.

The basement storage room was transformed into your temporary haven. It wasn’t much—just a simple space with concrete walls and a basic light fixture—but you were determined to make it livable. You assembled your old bed frame and draped plain white sheets over it, creating a semblance of comfort. Around the room, you hung colorful banners and posters, adding splashes of personality to the otherwise drab space. The long changing divider you set up did its best to conceal the boxes of your other belongings, creating an illusion of privacy.

Satisfied with your efforts, you propped your phone against a stack of boxes and dialed Micheal for her input. The call connected quickly, and Micheal’s familiar face appeared on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” she greeted, her voice carrying a tone of casual curiosity.

“I’m about to do a show,” you said, trying to sound upbeat despite the gnawing anxiety in your stomach. You flipped the camera to give her a view of your makeshift setup.

Micheal’s eyes darted around the room as she took in the scene. Her expression shifted from impressed to contemplative. “Nice work on the quick thinking,” she said with a smile. “Crafty, but you do know it’s going to need to be more hyper-feminine if you’re going to really sell this, right?”

You sighed, looking around at the modest decor. The banners and posters were a good start, but the room still felt incomplete. The bed frame was plain, and the sheets were ordinary. The divider was practical but hardly glamorous. “Just what I was thinking, any ideas?” you said, feeling a bit tired.

Micheal nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought. “Hmmm, I have an idea. Just keep taking pics and videos of yourself for now. I’ll be in touch with more details.”

She blew a few playful kisses into the camera before ending the call, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You turned your attention back to your profile, updating it with the new photos and videos you’d taken. Despite the fatigue and frustration, a small spark of excitement flickered within you. There were a few new messages waiting, and the prospect of new connections invigorated you.

As you were thinking of settling in for the evening, your phone buzzed with a new text from Micheal. “Join my live,” it read. Your confusion was soon overshadowed by curiosity as you prepared to join her stream.

You set your phone up on a stand and waited for the connection. Micheal appeared on screen, her usual vibrant self. Only she didn't have a top on. The stream ran smoothly, with Micheal interacting with her audience and discussing various topics with you. Everything seemed normal until Micheal suddenly shooed you away from the screen, her demeanor shifting to something more serious.

“Alright, now listen,” she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone. “I want you to turn on your music and point the camera towards the divider. Put on a show for me.”

Realization dawned on you. Micheal was supposed to be doing a squirt show right now, and it was up to you to make it engaging. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You started one of your more seductive routines, moving behind the divider. The muted, private space was your sanctuary, and you poured your energy into the performance, swaying and winding with practiced ease.

It was ironically a little easier to strip down to your panties in this storage unit than in the club. As you danced, you heard the constant ding of notifications from your phone. The influx of messages and tips was almost overwhelming, and the steady hum of your phone’s vibrations grew louder. It wasn’t long before the phone started to overheat and beep as the screen became uncomfortably warm. You scrambled to throw on your jeans and sweater before you placed the phone in front of a fan, trying to cool it down before it shut off entirely.

The stream ended abruptly as the phone’s temperature soared, and you were kicked out of the live session. Your heart raced as you checked your account, eyes widening in disbelief at the amount of money that had accumulated. The funds were substantial, far more than you had anticipated.

That wasn’t what shocked you though.

Alongside the influx of money, there was a transfer from Micheal with a note that read, “Buy yourself some pretty things, xxxooo~” Her generosity was both a relief and a source of renewed hope. You marveled at the support Micheal had provided, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and appreciation.

“I love that woman!”

With your phone finally cooled down, you took a moment to reflect on the evening’s events. The unexpected success of your performance was a beacon of hope in an otherwise tumultuous time. Micheal’s kindness and the financial cushion she had provided were a lifeline, giving you the breathing room you needed to continue rebuilding your life.

You closed your eyes, feeling a cautious optimism about the future. The shit show was far from over, but with support from Micheal, you felt a bit more secure. The stream left you feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. It was way easier than working at the club.

After the whirlwind of emotions, you found yourself staring at your phone, hands trembling as you recorded a voice message for Micheal. You knew she'd probably be in the shower right now to clean off from her "performance". Your voice wavered as you spoke, a mix of disbelief and gratitude evident in your tone.

“Hey Micheal, I— I don’t even know how to thank you. How did you do this? Why? I’m still in shock!”

You sent the message and waited, your heart pounding in anticipation. A few moments later, Micheal’s reply came through, her voice warm and reassuring.

“Hey there, calm down. I was hyping up your profile during my show. My clients were really interested, and it got you a solid fanbase right off the bat. You’ve got a lot of potential, and they’re excited to meet you. Just make sure to keep everything separate from your real life. Buy things that fit your online persona so you don’t get too attached.”

Her advice was practical and wise, but it only fueled the mix of relief and anxiety you felt. “Okay,” you replied, taking a deep breath. “I’ll get on it. Thanks so much for everything.” You blew her some kisses that you caught before you both hung up and immediately jumped onto Pinterest, scrolling through endless pages of Y2K fashion and room decor ideas.

Your room, now to be decorated in pastel pinks and nostalgic patterns, needed a bit more polish to fit the vibe. You envisioned adding bold prints, glittering accents, and maybe a few playful neon signs to complete the look. With a clear plan in mind, you set about buying new items for your space, making sure to keep the majority of the money aside for your tuition and a new apartment.

Okay, maybe you were looking at that stuff because your ex never let you decorate the apartment how you wanted.

Just before bed, you decided to go live, just one more time.

As you started the stream, you were pleasantly surprised to see a handful of subscribers already in the comment section. The messages began to flood in:

StarGazer88 : Wow, you look stunning! The setup is amazing!

RetroFan23 : Your room is so cute! Love the decor!

FrightenFae : You’re absolutely beautiful! Can’t wait to see more!

You grinned at the screen, feeling a rush of excitement. Channeling the confidence Micheal had coached you on, you began to speak with a playful, almost teasing tone. “Hey everyone! Thanks for joining me tonight. I’m thinking of doing a Q&A show. What do you guys think?”

The chat erupted with enthusiasm, a chorus of “Yes!” and “Definitely!” filling the comments. Some viewers also requested a room tour, and you decided to make a playful challenge out of it.

“Well, if someone tips $500, I’ll do it,” you said with a wink and a smile, your voice dripping with sweet, sultry charm.

To your astonishment, the screen quickly filled with notifications of tips, and within moments, a user named Spiceman420 had tipped the entire $500.

“Hey, Spiceman420, thank you so much!” you said, beaming at the camera. Your genuine smile lit up the screen, and the viewers went wild with excitement.

As the tips continued to roll in, you tried to keep your composure, but your phone was starting to overheat again. “Guys, please slow down! My phone can’t handle this!” you pleaded, trying to keep your voice light and engaging.

Determined to keep your promise, you stood up and gave the camera a slow, dramatic pan around the room. “Here’s the room tour,” you said with a laugh, showing off the wall decorations and your modest setup.

The comments exploded with praise:

StarGazer88 : The room looks fantastic! Love the vibe!

YourMom69 : It's so cute! You’ve done a great job!

Spiceman420 : Looks pretty barren, Princess.

The last comment caught your eye. You hesitated, then decided to address it directly. “Oh, I actually just moved in and this place was bigger than I expected,” you fibbed with a smile, trying to keep the tone light and engaging.

More questions and compliments came in, many of them asking where you were from and remarking on how sweet you seemed despite your self proclaimed bratty persona. “We’ll see about that,” you joked, winking at the camera. “Thank you all so much for the support! I’m so grateful.”

You yawned prettily behind your hand, then blew a kiss to the camera. “Thanks for joining me tonight. I’m going to call it in. See you all soon!”

After ending the stream, you took a refreshing shower to wash off the sweat and exhaustion. As you checked your phone, you saw a notification of a $5,000 check from Spiceman420, accompanied by a personal message:

“For your new apartment, Princess.”

You stared at the screen, feeling a mix of disbelief and gratitude. The generous gesture was overwhelming, and you found yourself on the verge of tears once more. You quickly sent a photo of your hands forming a heart symbol, adding a simple “Thank you so much” in your message.

The read receipt confirmed that Spiceman420 had seen your reply, but there was no immediate response. You sighed, feeling a bit of relief. The money would go a long way in securing your new place and starting fresh.

With a hopeful heart, you settled into your new routine, feeling a bit more secure in your journey forward. The night had been a whirlwind, but the unexpected support and the small victories kept you moving forward.

Bakugou sat slumped in a velvet armchair, his fingers scrolling lazily through his phone as the club buzzed with life around him. The low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter from his fellow pros filled the air, but it all washed over him like background noise. He was here because he’d been dragged along—again. Designated driver, the role he always got stuck with because everyone else wanted to get plastered and he didn’t trust those dumbasses after what happened the first time.

He stifled a sigh, his eyes narrowing in disdain at the scene unfolding around him. A couple of bikini baristas were eyeing him from across the bar, giggling and whispering to each other, clearly trying to muster the courage to approach him. He didn’t even bother looking up, though; he knew exactly how it would go. One of them would sidle up to him, all flirty smiles and batting eyelashes, and then he’d spend the next few hours scrubbing glitter and body spray off his skin because she’d gotten too handsy. It was more trouble than it was worth.

And to top it all off, his favorite performer wasn’t even here tonight. That had been the one thing he’d looked forward to—seeing her. The first time he’d stumbled upon her had been a total accident, courtesy of Denki, who’d practically shoved him into that private room with an exasperated “Loosen up, dude!” And honestly? Bakugou had been pissed at first, but then she started dancing. It wasn’t even sexual as it was…. almost romantic? It felt personal, like she was performing for just him after a long day. Like it was only the both of them in that warm darkness.

There was something about her. She never asked personal questions, never tried to flirt or tease like the others. She just danced, with an almost ethereal grace, and then she was gone, leaving him in peace. He didn’t know why, but he found that comforting. Maybe it was because she didn’t try to pry into his life, or maybe it was because he could just sit there, unwind, and not have to deal with anyone’s expectations.

Maybe it was because his mouth didn’t get in the way for once.

He didn’t ask to see her up close, though. He knew that would break the illusion, the little bubble of escapism he’d found himself enjoying. Did he want a relationship? Sometimes the thought crossed his mind, but between his career, the press constantly hounding him, and his deep-seated distrust of people in general, he couldn’t be bothered.

He was scrolling through his phone, bored out of his mind, when he overheard a couple of other pros talking about some app. Something about it caught his attention, just enough to make him curious. He quickly made up a bullshit username and started browsing.

That’s when he found her. He paused, thumb hovering over the screen as he watched the live stream. It was her—it had to be. The dance routine was so familiar, almost muscle memory to him by now. His heartbeat quickened as he watched, and before he knew it, he’d hit the subscribe button. He hadn’t bought the premium subscription to see the pics or videos on her profile yet. No, he wanted to save that for later.

Then he didn’t even think twice before tipping the $500, his fingers moving on instinct. Katuski wasn’t sure why he’d done it, but when she thanked him personally, her voice soft and warm, he felt something in his chest tighten. He forced himself to keep his expression neutral, refusing to let his face betray how flustered he felt.

Fuck, he was blushing. In public, no less.

She showed off her room then, clearly just set up, and Bakugou couldn’t help but feel a pang of something like sympathy. So that’s why she wasn’t at the club—she was busy moving in. It made sense now. He found himself feeling oddly moved by her situation, enough to make him send her more money without really thinking about it.

He slumped further into the chair, his mind racing. What was he even doing? He was the number two pro hero in Japan. He’d achieved everything he’d ever wanted, and yet here he was, sitting in a strip club, feeling lost and bored out of his mind. He had everything he could ever want, and yet... now what?

Bakugou’s gaze flicked back to his phone. The notification from her stream still lingered on the screen, a reminder of the strange connection he formed in his mind. Maybe that was the answer he’d been searching for—something new, something different. Something that wasn’t tied to being a hero.

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but for once, he didn’t mind not having all the answers. He’d just see where this path took him.

And then he saw your message.

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mechaknight-98 · 1 month ago

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Can I be your Dog?(NSFW) FT Momo and Chaehyun

Authors note: so this should have a bit of the actual DGP mechanics involved. also a blast from the past of sorts.

Ryu, Blake, Forge, Haseul, Momo, and Seungyeon sat around the lobby table, tension thick as the group prepared to discuss strategies for surviving the DGP. In the background, the black man from earlier sat quietly, his earphones snug in place as he thumbed through a manga, seemingly oblivious to the brewing energy.

“Okay, so here’s my plan, and how I won my DGP,” Ryu began confidently, leaning forward like a general preparing his troops for battle.

But Momo was quick to cut him off. “Boy, we’ve all won DGPs. That’s why they brought us here,” she said sharply, arms crossed in defiance. “If you think your strategy will work, think again. We need to think outside the box to win this one.”

Her words were direct and dismissive, but the real sting was in the challenge to his competence. Ryu's eyes flashed, his pride unwilling to let Momo have the upper hand. “Oh, and what’s your plan? Charm the other players so they hand you their points?”

The dig hit harder than Ryu had anticipated. Momo’s cheeks flushed with anger and something else—something deeper she wasn’t about to let him see. Without warning, she grabbed his arm, yanking him from his seat and pulling him out of the common hall. “We’re talking now,” she snapped.

Behind them, the group erupted into bickering as the others began chiming in with their strategies. But outside, in the dimly lit hallway, Momo and Ryu faced off, the tension between them crackling in the air.

“You think you can embarrass me like that?” Momo’s voice was low, barely controlled. “I’m not just some player you can toy with.”

Ryu’s smirk returned, his eyes dancing with amusement. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to match hers. “Toy with you? Momo, if I wanted to win, I wouldn’t waste time charming you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, though whether from anger or something more, she wasn’t sure. "Stop acting like you know everything," she shot back, but her voice wavered, the crack in her confidence betraying her.

Ryu’s smirk softened, the competitive edge in his gaze replaced with something gentler. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t know everything.” His voice was still teasing, but there was an unspoken tension between them now—a connection neither could deny.

Meanwhile, back in the common room, the black man from earlier remained absorbed in his manga. The growing volume of arguments around him seemed to fade into the background as he turned another page, his world contained within the panels of a masked hero fighting valiantly against impossible odds.

A small, familiar presence interrupted his solitude. The tiny woman with a pink wolf cut approached him with a warm, knowing smile. Without a word, she slid under his arm, settling herself comfortably into his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He looked up, slightly surprised, but a slow smile spread across his face. That mirrored hers. He shifted slightly, looping his arm around her as they both focused on the manga.

Her head rested lightly against his chest, her fingers grazing the page as they read the comic together. The masked hero on the page was striking a powerful pose, mid-action, poised to save the day once more. The moment between them felt peaceful as if the chaos of the room couldn’t touch them.

The arguments continued, but the two of them were lost in their world, content in the quiet intimacy of shared reading. As they reached the final page of the manga volume, the woman nestled deeper into the black man’s arms, sighing softly in contentment.

Just then, Tsukihime strode into the room, her presence commanding immediate attention as more players filtered in, including Momo and Ryu, fresh from their heated exchange. The black man took out his earphones, the quiet intimacy giving way to the next phase of the game. The tiny woman traced mindless circles on the back of his hand as they turned their attention to the briefing.

Tsukihime smiled politely at the group before speaking. “Today’s mission participants will be: DJ, Dio, Joy, and Chaehyun,” she announced.

Ryu’s attention shifted, his eyes narrowing as pink haired girl and the black man, now standing with the tiny woman by his side, approached Tsukihime. A pale man, alongside a tall girl with jet-black hair, joined them. DJ recognized the black man from earlier, vibing to his headphones, reading manga. The man stood out not just for his calm demeanor, but for the imposing presence he exuded. He wore a Tennessee Titans jersey, while his DGP Jacket was tied around his waist, all under his armor crisscrossed with bullet belts and pouches. A menacing revolver hung at his hip.

"Prepare for transportation," Tsukihime announces. In the blink of an eye, they’re teleported to an abandoned school. DJ, Joy, and Chaehyun exchange glances as Dio pulls a scroll from his pocket labeled "Sub Objectives." He quickly reviews it, then closes the scroll and heads off in a confident stride.

"Wait!" DJ calls out, rushing to catch up. "We need to stick together as a team."

Dio chuckles. "It’s only the first mission, the tutorial one. We should be able to finish this without even needing to transform or use buckles." He grins, putting his earphones back in and drawing his revolver. "I’ve got points to farm." With that, he sprints ahead, northeast.

Chaehyun, Joy, and DJ scramble to follow him. Barely keeping pace, they watch as Dio spears a Jyamataro, then finishes it off with a shot. A familiar ding rings out, followed by a pre-recorded Tsukihime: "Sub Challenge: Blitz Play. Completed. No Kenshin bonus applied."

Without missing a beat, Dio moves on, dropping another Jyamataro with a Samoan Drop, repeating the pattern. The score chimes in repeatedly as Tsukihime’s voice continues marking challenge completions. By the time Dio racks up a multiplier and points booster, he has a staggering 7,500 points.

The others complete a few objectives along the way—DJ with five, Joy with seven, and Chaehyun with three. Still catching their breath, they watch as Dio removes his earphones.

"Okay, time for the primary objective," he announces casually.

"But… what about all the side objectives? There’s still so much to do," Chaehyun asks, puzzled.

Dio shrugs nonchalantly. "Can’t finish them all today—Null-type Jyamataros don’t spawn with any special variants or types. No point in sticking around if I can’t improve my ID Core’s unique trait."

Everyone exchanges bewildered looks. "Core unique trait?" Joy asks, raising an eyebrow.

Dio grins. "Yeah. Every ID Core’s got one. Mine’s called 'Universal Boost.' It applies bonuses and buffs to all my abilities based on how many challenges, buckles, multipliers, and boosters I’ve completed or acquired."

"How do you know all this?" Joy continues.

Dio shrugs again. "I’ve competed 19 times."

"19 times?" DJ’s voice catches as he repeats it in disbelief. Dio nods as if it’s nothing special.

"Why?" DJ presses, unease creeping into his voice.

Dio’s carefree demeanor stays intact. "Because it’s a fun game that lets me cut loose. Plus, the room for optimization and strategy is huge." DJ stares at him, horrified at the idea that Dio could enjoy the chaos of the DGP this much.

"You’re a psycho," DJ blurts out. The words hang in the air.

Dio stiffens, then turns, his expression cold and calculated. "No," he corrects, voice low and intimidating. "That was your DGP, where everyone killed each other. I’m more of a pacifist in PvP." DJ’s face pales as Dio straightens to his full height, towering over Chaehyun.

"How does he know about my DGP?" DJ wonders, dread pooling in his stomach. "Does he already know he’s going to win?" The questions swirl in his mind, while Dio remains oddly serene, lost in his music. His behavior is at once careless and sharp, switching between singing and playfully moving, completely at ease in the high-stakes environment. He hums along to his song, "I have dreams of dancing with the dead, but my feet won’t keep the tempo," his voice dancing with joy. Chaehyun smiles, getting caught in the infectious energy.

When a Jyamataro attacks, Dio doesn’t miss a beat, wrestling it to the ground with a series of brutal, mosh-pit-worthy moves. "Wall of Death!" he chants before barreling into a Jyamataro, splattering it against the wall.

As they near the entrance to the main objective, a limited-time event pops up for a new full buckle. Without hesitation, Dio sprints toward the event. "Where are you going?" DJ calls after him, but Dio doesn’t respond.

Joy and DJ remain on the path to the primary objective, while Chaehyun, grinning ear to ear, follows Dio into the unknown, both of them chasing after the limited-time event like children after candy.

DJ and Joy arrived at the main objective, tension thick in the air. Before them stood a towering Knight Jyamataro, its hulking form clad in jagged armor, a sinister whip-blade coiled around its hand. DJ glanced at Joy, both exchanging a brief nod as they drew their buckles—DJ activating his ninja buckle, and Joy brandishing her claw buckle with a sharp, determined flick of her wrist.

The air crackled with energy as they transformed. DJ, cloaked in sleek, shadowy armor, dual blades gleaming with precision, darted forward with ninja-like agility. Joy, now armed with her clawed gauntlets, moved with feline grace, ready to strike. The Jyamataro roared, its whip blade slashing toward them in a wide, brutal arc.

"Move!" DJ shouted as they ducked, the whip slicing the air above them, narrowly missing their heads. The Jyamataro’s attack, though fierce, left it exposed. Seizing the moment, DJ lunged forward, his dual blades flashing as he aimed a powerful strike at its chest. Joy, already in sync with him, leaped in to assist, her claws raking across Knight Jyamataro’s armor, amplifying DJ’s attack.

The beast let out a retching growl, staggering backward as it tried to whip them again, but the close-quarters combat had nullified its advantage. Its long-range weaponry was useless against their relentless assault. DJ pressed the attack, pinning Jyamataro’s arm with one blade while slashing with the other. With a final, coordinated move, Joy lunged, delivering a vicious blow to its core, her claws slicing through the thick armor. The Jyamataro shuddered, then collapsed to the ground with a deafening thud.

Panting slightly, DJ and Joy stood victorious over the fallen monster. The battle had been swift, and precise, and they had executed it flawlessly. As the dust settled, the door to the objective room swung open, and in waltzed Dio and Chaehyun, both flushed and sweaty, their arms filled with shiny boxes emblazoned with their ID Core icons. They were giggling like kids who had just pulled off a prank.

"I can’t believe you tombstoned that Jyamataro!" Chaehyun exclaimed, eyes wide with admiration, her voice filled with excitement.

"Me? What about you landing that curved bullet with my revolver? You were incredible!" Dio countered, his grin wide.

Chaehyun blushed, her eyes sparkling as she shyly replied, "Yeah, I guess I am."

Joy, still coming down from the adrenaline of battle, glared at them. "Where were you two?" she demanded, her frustration boiling over.

"We were getting new buckles," Chaehyun answered casually, lifting one of the boxes as if it explained everything.

DJ crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "Oh, and you just left us to fight the boss alone?" His tone was sharp, annoyance evident.

Dio, completely unfazed, shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you could’ve waited. Besides, it’s only the first week. The bosses and enemies are designed to be beaten without transformations—it’s a game mechanic for building up lead bonuses," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Joy and DJ exchanged a glance, their tempers flaring at Dio’s ambivalence. The battle had been tough, and the last thing they wanted was to hear how unnecessary their hard-fought transformation had been.

Without another word, they stormed off as soon as they returned to the lobby, heading for the showers to cool off. Dio and Chaehyun, oblivious to the tension, continued chatting and laughing, their excitement over their new buckles completely overriding the chaos of the mission.

After the mission, Dio and Chaehyun stepped onto the balcony at the edge of the dorms and lobby, seeking some peace under the vast night sky. The air was cool, and the stars shimmered above them, casting a soft glow over their quiet conversation. They settled onto a bench, their bodies close, as the sounds of the building faded behind them.

“I still can’t believe you’ve been in 19 of these DGPs,” Chaehyun said, tilting her head in his direction, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Dio nodded but then quickly realized his error. “Well… this is my 19th one currently,” he corrected, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Chaehyun chuckled softly, appreciating his honesty. Her hand moved, inching closer to his on the bench. She could feel the warmth radiating from Dio—not just physically, but emotionally too. There was a calmness about him, but also a quiet intensity.

“You should be winning more often,” Chaehyun remarked, glancing back at the stars. “After what I saw today, you should be running these games. How did I even beat you?”

Dio laughed, his deep voice echoing across the balcony. “It’s simple. The reason I’m so good at these games is also the reason I don’t win. I get too clever for my good. Sometimes it backfires. I just can’t account for the other players.”

Chaehyun rolled her eyes playfully. “Please, Mr. ‘I finish every DGP with over a million points.’ You seriously expect me to believe that?”

Dio laughed again, louder this time, shaking his head. “Well, yeah. I lost to you, remember? Saya gave you all her points. 1.7 million if I recall, which was more than enough to beat me.”

Chaehyun smirked, her eyes twinkling. “Ah, right. But you’re telling me you can’t account for point donation?”

Dio blinked, caught off guard. “Never could account for what other players would do. When I played with you, I was just trying to starve the rest of you from getting points. And it almost worked.”

Chaehyun gasped in mock shock. “Hmph! So you were cheating us!”

Dio, missing the sarcasm, immediately defended himself. “I don’t cheat.”

Chaehyun smiled, rolling her eyes again. “I know you don’t cheat. You’re way too much of a good boy for that.”

There was a lightness to her voice, but it carried something deeper, a warmth that Dio couldn’t quite place. He felt it but didn’t understand. She shifted closer, her hand brushing against his. Dio shrugged lightly, oblivious to the shift in her tone.

“Besides, I limit-test all the time,” he continued. “I kind of flub it at the end—always forget about PVP and never focus on stealing points when I should.”

Chaehyun giggled, finding his explanation charming in its simplicity. Leaning onto his shoulder, she nestled closer, feeling the firm warmth beneath his skin. She sighed, content.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured, her voice soft against the night. “I hope when this DGP is over, we can meet in real life.” Her words hung in the air, the weight of them unspoken.

Dio, always too literal, nodded, adjusting his shoulder to make it more comfortable for her to lean on. “Oh? Why is that?”

Chaehyun couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his obliviousness, but she smiled all the same. “Because,” she said softly, letting her fingers lightly trace along his chin, pulling his face towards hers. Before Dio could fully comprehend what was happening, Chaehyun leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and deliberate against his.

Dio’s mind went blank, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. For a moment, he was entirely lost, unsure of how to respond, but instinctively, he melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

When they finally parted, Chaehyun’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. She smiled at him, her voice a gentle tease. “Does that explain it, big guy?”

Dio could only nod, still processing, as she chuckled, clearly pleased with herself. She leaned in again, this time with more confidence, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was anything but chaste. It was deeper, more intentional, and Dio, finally catching up, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as they both got lost in the moment. Chaehyun was the first to break the kiss as Dio saw stars and his head swam. She knew she had him. While he was still dizzy she locked the door to the balcony so they wouldn’t be interrupted and where they'd be alone watching the stars (and each other). Chaehyun once again kissed Dio, but this kiss was filled with hunger and bite. Her tongue crept into his mouth and explored as she deepened the kiss. Chaehyun smirked as the usually playful and dominant Dio folded for her.

“You know I thought you'd be stronger than this. I thought it would take more than just a normal kiss to break you.” she teased while she began grinding over his crotch.

"Tell me how much you want me. Tell me I am the only girl for you." Chaehyun said.

“Fuck you're so pretty. I’d do anything for you. I'd burn a million wishes to make sure you had everything you wanted,” Dio gasped haggardly while looking into Chaehyun’s deep brown eyes. Chaehyun smiles as her slight teeth gap enthralls Dio even more. She lifts her top revealing titanic tits and shoved Dio’s face into them. She wore no bra because one way or another she had planned to get Dio alone for this purpose. Chaehyun smiled as Dio brought his lips to her right nipple before he started to suck on it. He marveled at the softness and give she had. Also the size. When he first met her she was the earnest and modest older sister type, not this vivacious vixen before him. As he sucked harder. Chaehyun’s pussy began to drip on Dio’s legs. She stopped Dio for a moment and stared into his eyes. She watched his unfocused glazed-over expression for a moment and smiled. She had him so far into the subspace he’d have done anything for her. She knew that she could capitalize right now.

So she did. She undid her skirt revealing a bare pussy. She kissed Dio again while her hands fished his cock out and she sank slowly into it. Slowly she rode him. Her tight walls and comforting tempo melted his brain further.

“Dio I need you to promise me when this DGP is over you’ll find me and we’ll be together alright?” Chaehyun begged. Dio was bewildered by her proposal and ready to give in to her demands. He nods but Chaehyun shakes her head.

“Tell me verbally you’ll find me, and be my good boy. I need you to say it,” she demands in a pleading and needy tone. Dio (slightly out of his trance) smiles at her and says,

“No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it gets I will find you again in the next life and we will happily ever after,” Chaehyun giggles at his words before replying

“God you’re so cheesy…I love it,” she then pushes his back down as she begins to ride him. Her hips buck as her walls aggressively clutch Dio’s cock. Her slick pooled on top of Dio’s crotch as Chaehyun chased her high. As she grinned at Dio she made sure that he got something out of her actions. She put his hands on her breasts and instructed him to grope her. Dio’s hands sank once again into the soft flesh as the weight of the moment sank in. Dio was speechless and Chaehyun smiled.

“What’s wrong good boy? Squirrel got your tongue?” Dio nodded as he neared his limit but Chaehyun sensing this got up and said “Paint my tits.” Unable to resist her Dio exploded all over her face and chest. Chaehyun smiled “Good boy,” she cooed “Now let’s hit the showers,” she added

After hitting the showers and settling down for dinner, Chaehyun glanced at Dio, her curiosity getting the best of her. “So, what’s your Kamen Rider motif?” she asked. She’d seen him transform twice before, but never quite caught the details.

Dio leaned back in his chair, grinning. “Oh, a terrapin. If I had to get specific, it’s based on a California box turtle.”

Chaehyun’s smile faltered slightly, a playful pout forming. “A turtle? Really?” she teased, her tone dripping with mock disappointment. “I was expecting something with a bit more bite.”

Dio’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Why? Turtles are the best!”

Chaehyun let out a sarcastic laugh, drawing the word out. “Right.”

But Dio was unfazed, leaning closer to her, his voice low and playful. “No, seriously. Think about it—the tortoise won the race against the hare. And two of the best Pokémon starters? Both turtles! Squirtle and Turtwig, obviously. One of the best Kaiju? Gamera. And don’t even get me started on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Turtles are the coolest.”

Chaehyun giggled, the sound soft and sweet. “I was more of a Digimon girl,” she teased, nudging him lightly. “So, I’ll take your word for it, turtle boy.”

Dio’s eyes lit up, his expression shifting from playful to intrigued. “Wait, really?” He leaned in, his voice dropping an octave. “That’s so hot.”

Chaehyun couldn’t help but laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly. She moved closer, nestling against him, her arm slipping around his waist as she looked up at him with a smirk. “Oh, you like that, huh?” she asked, her voice teasing and flirtatious.

Dio nodded, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her in tighter. “Yeah, I really do,” he murmured, his voice warm. They settled into a comfortable silence, the soft clinking of their dinner plates the only sound as they relaxed together. Chaehyun rested her head on his shoulder, and Dio gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. A few days later

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the training yard where the group had gathered. Tensions had been high since the last mission, and it was clear that some unresolved issues were beginning to bubble over. Momo and Ryu stood at opposite ends of the yard, glaring at each other, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Momo snapped, her fists clenched. “Not everything can be solved with brute force. Maybe if you used your brain for once—”

Ryu scoffed, cutting her off. “Oh please, Momo, like your approach is any better. Always trying to outthink everyone, always assuming you know better than the rest of us.”

“I don’t assume—I do know better than you!” Momo shot back, stepping closer. “And maybe if you stopped acting like a cocky idiot for two seconds, you’d realize that.”

Ryu’s jaw tightened, his frustration mounting. “If I’m so terrible, why do you keep pushing? You act like you can’t stand me, but you’re always right there, throwing yourself into every fight, every plan I come up with.”

“Because someone has to keep you in check!” Momo was close to him now, the space between them charged with an electric tension neither of them acknowledged but both felt.

Chaehyun, who had been quietly observing the whole exchange, finally rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. She had had enough of their bickering—everyone had. Stepping forward, she broke the heated silence between them with a single, exasperated sentence.

“Oh my God, would you two just kiss already?”

Both Momo and Ryu froze, their angry retorts dying on their lips. Momo’s eyes widened in shock, and Ryu blinked as though he’d been slapped. They turned toward Chaehyun, who shrugged with a knowing smirk, her hands casually resting on her hips.

The tension between Momo and Ryu shifted instantly, the words cutting through the wall they had built between them. Momo's face flushed red—not with anger this time, but with something far more vulnerable. She glanced at Ryu, unable to meet his eyes for more than a split second.

Ryu, for once, was speechless. The cocky smirk he wore earlier faltered, replaced by an expression of uncertainty. He looked down at Momo, his chest tightening as he finally acknowledged what had been simmering beneath their rivalry for days—maybe even longer.

Momo took a breath, her heart racing. The anger was still there, but it had shifted, twisted into something unfamiliar. She had spent so much time fighting with him, pushing him away because it was easier than admitting what she felt. But now, standing this close, with Chaehyun’s words hanging in the air, there was no hiding.

“Ryu…” she started, her voice quieter now, softer.

He swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers. “Momo,” he said, his voice equally quiet, almost a whisper.

There was a beat of silence—just long enough for them to realize there was no going back. Ryu reached out, his hand resting tentatively on Momo’s arm. It was a simple touch, but it sent a jolt through her, like fire licking at her skin.

Before either of them could second-guess it, Ryu leaned down, his lips crashing into hers with a hunger that surprised them both. Momo responded instantly, her hands grabbing onto the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as if she had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

The kiss was fiery and intense, fueled by days of pent-up emotions—frustration, attraction, longing. Every argument, every heated exchange had been leading to this. And now that they were finally giving in, it felt like everything else faded away. The world around them, the DGP, the other players—it all disappeared in the heat of the moment.

Chaehyun smirked, satisfied, and muttered to herself, “Finally.” before taking her place back at Dio’s side.

As Momo and Ryu pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads pressed together, neither of them could bring themselves to speak. They didn’t need to. The look in their eyes said everything. The passion, the frustration, the connection—they had been denying it for long enough.

“Well,” Momo finally breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper, “that… explains a lot.”

Ryu chuckled, his breath warm against her lips. “Yeah… it does.”

The competitive spark between them still lingered, but it was different now—softer, more playful. It wasn’t about winning or being right anymore. It was about them.

Chaehyun, satisfied with her matchmaking, walked off, leaving them in their newfound, simmering silence. Dio followed her laughing maniacally. Momo and Ryu went back to kissing, however.

As their lips crashed into each other Momo felt a heat in her core grow before she took Ryu aside to the showers. Momo cornered Ryu in a kabedon in a secluded part of the showers. Her gaze was intense and hazy at the same time. Her breath was sweet like her namesake. She was close too close. Her breath was intoxicating and the reason Ryu leaned in and stole another kiss. The heat inside of them raised as he felt her hand that was on his chest creep down to his crotch before fishing his cock out. Ryu groaned as the cool air contrasted with the heat it had found itself confined in. Momo smiled and said

“Keep it cool baby keep kissing me no matter how intense it gets.” She said before gently stroking his cock. Ryu moans into the kiss as her pace increases. Momo runs her tongue along his teeth before breaking the kiss.

“You’re doing so good babe.” She says as she continues. Her hand is soft and still gentle but he can barely hold on much longer. Despite the gentleness of her touch, it’s electric and shocking. As her hand works along his shaft precum begins to leak. Momo smirks evilly as soon as she feels his precum she stops massaging his rod. She takes some into her mouth and says, “Thanks for dessert before leaving. Ryu groans as he heads to the barracks trying to find some relief.

Ryu wandered through the barracks, his mind turning over the strategies and plans he’d been developing for the upcoming DGP rounds. The low hum of distant chatter filled the air, but it was the sound of laughter that caught his attention. As he rounded the corner, he spotted Dio and Chaehyun coming down the hall, fresh off their optional mission. Both looked flushed, cheeks still pink from the adrenaline, and Ryu couldn’t help but notice the easy camaraderie between them.

Dio’s DGP driver stood out immediately to Ryu—two major buckles gleaming in the dim light of the corridor. It was a sight that piqued his curiosity, a sign of Dio’s progress in the game.

“Oh hey, Dio,” Ryu called out, a casual smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity, especially when it came to learning more about his competitors.

Dio turned his head and grinned wide, a natural energy radiating from him. “What’s up, Ryuse?” His tone was warm, as always, with a hint of that laid-back charm that made him so disarming despite his reputation.

Ryu couldn’t help but chuckle despite the insistence on using Dio’s nickname he calls everyone by their full name. One of the few ways—Dio had a way of making everything feel respected, even when he wasn’t trying. “Can I ask you a few questions about the DGP? Maybe even spar a bit?”

Dio tilted his head, his expression thoughtful, before nodding. “Sure, why not? It’ll be fun.”

Ryu’s eyes brightened as he gave Dio a thumbs up. “Great! Meet me at the sparring grounds in ten?”

Dio nodded again, but before Ryu could leave, Dio turned toward Chaehyun, a softness creeping into his voice. “Looks like we’ll have to put our dinner plans on hold for a bit.”

Chaehyun’s pout was immediate, her lower lip jutting out in mock annoyance as she crossed her arms. “But…”

Before she could finish her protest, Dio leaned in slightly, his voice lowering with a playful, almost mischievous tone. “You didn’t let me finish,” he said smoothly. “I’ll make it up to you after.”

Chaehyun’s pout lingered for a second longer before it cracked, giving way to a soft smile. She swatted at Dio’s arm lightly, feigning frustration. “You better,” she teased, though it was clear from the twinkle in her eyes that she didn’t mind.

Ryu stood back, watching the exchange with a slight smirk. He wasn’t used to seeing Dio like this—playful, teasing, even a little flirty. Dio had always been a formidable presence in the DGP, but with Chaehyun, he was different. There was an ease to him that Ryu hadn’t quite expected, as if he let his guard down completely around her.

“You two are like an old married couple,” Ryu said, raising an eyebrow.

Chaehyun shot him a quick glare but couldn’t hide her smile. “Oh, shut up. Before I go find Momo.”

Dio chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re just jealous, Ryuse.”

Ryu shrugged, not denying it. “Maybe a little. You two work so easily together. It’s not fair”

With that, Dio gave Chaehyun’s hand a squeeze before turning back to Ryu. “I’ll meet you at the sparring grounds. Don’t keep me waiting.”

As Dio walked off, Ryu lingered for a moment, his gaze flicking between Dio’s retreating form and Chaehyun, who was now watching him with an amused expression. She raised an eyebrow atRyu, as if reading his thoughts.

“What?” Ryu asked, his voice a little defensive.

“Nothing,” Chaehyun said, still smiling. “It’s just funny seeing you two interact. It’s like you’re trying to figure him out.”

Ryu rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it that obvious?”

“Super obvious,” Chaehyun replied, her tone teasing. “But don’t worry—he’s pretty simple once you get to know him.”

Ryu scoffed, crossing his arms. “Simple? Dio? He’s completed 18 Desire Grand Prixs and won 2He’s got two major buckles on his DGP driver. He’s anything but simple.”

Chaehyun laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t worry about the buckles. That’s just his gear. Trust me, underneath all that armor and bravado, he’s just a nerd like the rest of us.”

Ryu smirked at her description, but before he could say anything more, Chaehyun took a step closer, her expression softening. “Just don’t push him too hard, okay? Dio’s strong, but he’s not invincible.”

Ryu raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m gonna hurt him?”

“No,” Chaehyun said quickly, then grinned. “I’m more worried about you. As you said he’s done competed 18 of these and won 2.”

Ryu laughed, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Uh-huh,” Chaehyun said, clearly unconvinced. “Good luck, Ryuse.”

Ryu chuckled as he walked away, his mind now focused on the upcoming sparring match. But as he made his way to the training grounds, he couldn’t help but think about Dio and Chaehyun’s dynamic. There was something about the way they balanced each other that felt natural, almost effortless. Maybe that was part of Dio’s current strength—he didn’t just fight for himself; he had someone to fight for.

As Ryu reached the sparring grounds, he shook the thought from his mind, refocusing on the task ahead. He had questions, skills to test, and a mystery to unravel about Dio. Whatever Dio’s secret was, Ryu was determined to figure it out—even if it meant taking a few bruises in the process.

After a few minutes, Dio appeared, walking toward the grounds with his usual laid-back swagger. His DGP driver gleamed under the lights, and his ever-present smile was plastered across his face.

“So, what’s on your mind, Ryuse?” Dio asked casually, coming to a stop in front of Ryu and crossing his arms. There was genuine curiosity in his voice as if he was excited to share.

Ryu paused for a moment, formulating his thoughts. “Well, for starters, what’s up with the buckles? I noticed you’ve got two of them, but I’ve only ever seen one on most players.”

Dio chuckled softly, nodding as he unhooked the buckles from his belt and held them up. “Yeah, I am a bit of a collector when it comes to them. My current loadout has the Shield buckle and the Spin buckle. The Shield’s pretty straightforward—massive defensive boost across all my armor. It reduces incoming damage by a huge margin, making it almost impossible to knock me down.”

He paused, letting the explanation sink in before he pointed to the second buckle, the Spin. “But this one’s where it gets interesting. The Spin buckle lets me ‘spin’ the stats of any other equipped buckle, which means I can switch the stats and abilities of whatever gear I’m wearing. Plus, it adds a few special spiral-based attacks to my arsenal, which can be pretty devastating when timed right.”

Ryu nodded, his eyes narrowing in concentration. Dio’s setup was clever—he was all about strategy and endurance, a tank that could also dish out serious damage. “Okay, I see why those are your go-to. What should I be on the lookout for? What’s worth grabbing?”

Dio shrugged, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. “Depends on your style, really. But if you want my general recommendations—look for the Zombie, Twin Command, Fever Strike, and any major buckle that gives you a weapon. Those are some of the most versatile.”

Ryu’s mind raced, cataloging the names Dio mentioned. Dio continued, “Oh, and keep an eye out for four more buckles that haven’t been claimed yet: Vampire, Magnum, Mage, and Ghost. If you can get your hands on one of those, you’ll be in pretty good shape.”

“Got it,” Ryu said, nodding intently. “Alright, last question before we spar: how do you rack up so many points?”

Dio smirked as if anticipating the question. “That’s easy. I’m a point farmer. Each challenge has hidden modifiers you can exploit to multiply your score. Like, for example, there’s a ‘no henshin’ bonus—if you complete a challenge without transforming into your Kamen Rider form, you get a x1.75 score boost. It’s all about playing the system.”

Ryu was impressed. Dio wasn’t just strong; he was strategic. He understood the game inside and out, something Ryu admired but also found challenging to keep up with. “Okay,” Ryu said with a grin, “I think I’ve got it.”

Dio gave him a playful smile, then dropped into a fighting stance. “Good. Let’s see if you can put it all to use.”

But as Ryu mirrored his stance, he raised an eyebrow. “Wait, why aren’t you transforming?”

Dio blinked, then let out a hearty laugh. “Oh right. I almost forgot.” With a flourish, he reached for his driver and held it in front of him. “Henshin!”

He struck a ridiculous, over-the-top pose as dark green energy swirled around him. Ryu watched as the energy enveloped Dio, shrouding him in a thick haze before his armor snapped into place. The transformation was swift, efficient, and more than a little intimidating.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Ryu quickly activated his own driver and transformed, the two of them now facing off across the sparring grounds. As they squared up, Ryu brought out his cannon, launching a series of blasts at Dio. The blasts were fast and precise, but to Ryu’s surprise, Dio didn’t bother dodging. Instead, he tanked each hit, walking steadily toward Ryu, his armor glowing as the Shield buckle absorbed the impact.

Ryu’s eyes widened as Dio closed the distance, each shot seemingly ineffective. His cannon ran out of ammo, and for a moment, Ryu hesitated, unsure of his next move.

Dio seized the opportunity. He activated the Spin buckle with a sharp click, the buckle’s light flickering before a mechanical whirring sound filled the air. His knuckle shields snapped together with a loud crash, and from beneath them, a set of gleaming claws extended. “Lights out,” Dio said calmly, a dangerous smile crossing his face.

Before Ryu could react, the entire world around him went black.

When Ryu came to, his head spinning from the hit, he found himself lying flat on the ground, staring up at the sky. He blinked, groaning softly as he tried to process what had just happened.

Above him, Dio stood, casually fanning Ryu with one hand and checking his pulse with the other. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake,” Dio said, his usual grin plastered on his face. “You took that hit like a champ.”

Ryu groaned again, slowly sitting up as Dio helped him to his feet. “What the hell was that?”

Dio chuckled sheepishly, brushing the dust off Ryu’s shoulders. “Sorry about that. I can get a little carried away sometimes. You okay? Not hurt too bad, I hope?”

Before Ryu could answer, a voice interrupted them. “Please. The only thing hurt is his pride.”

Momo walked toward them, arms crossed but a teasing smile on her face. She stepped up to Ryu, wrapping her arms around him in a quick, affectionate hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll take great care of him,” she said brightly, her tone playful yet sincere.

Dio gave a thumbs up, still grinning as he turned toward the showers. “You do that. I’m gonna hit the showers before I get roped into anything else.”

As Dio walked away, Ryu was left alone with Momo. She looked at him, her smile softening as she tilted her head, studying his bruised but determined expression.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” she teased, though there was a warmth in her voice that hinted at her admiration.

Ryu laughed softly, still rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, well… I guess I’ve always been a little stubborn.”

Momo smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned in closer. “It’s one of your more annoying qualities.”

Ryu chuckled, but there was a spark in his eyes, and for a moment, the lingering tension between them hung in the air, unspoken but undeniably present.

Later that evening, after the sparring match, Ryu and Momo found themselves on one of the rooftop balconies of the compound. The sun was setting, casting long golden rays over the horizon, and a warm breeze blew through the air, carrying the scent of the ocean nearby. The chaos of the day had died down, leaving them in a rare moment of quiet.

Ryu leaned back against the railing, still nursing the faint soreness from his spar with Dio, while Momo sat on the ledge next to him, legs swinging as she watched the sun dip lower. She had taken her jacket off, draping it next to her, and her expression was relaxed—unlike the focused, sharp-eyed Momo from earlier.

“So,” Momo began, breaking the silence, “learn anything useful today, tough guy? Or just get your butt handed to you?” She smirked, nudging him with her elbow, her tone playful.

Ryu groaned dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck where he had taken the hardest hit. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit it—Dio’s on a whole different level. I barely saw that last hit coming, let alone had time to react.”

Momo laughed, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Told you. But you’ve still got that stubborn streak. Not sure if it’s a strength or a weakness yet.”

Ryu shot her a grin, leaning in just slightly, their faces closer now. “Depends on how you look at it. I think being stubborn has its perks. I mean, it’s kept me alive this long in the DGP.”

Momo raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism, but there was a flicker of admiration in her expression. “Fair enough. You’ve survived longer than most. That’s gotta count for something.”

There was a pause, a comfortable silence as the breeze tousled Momo’s hair. She glanced sideways at Ryu, her voice softening slightly. “I’ve been thinking about that too—what it takes to keep going in this crazy game. It’s not just about being strong or smart. Sometimes it’s about adapting, finding a new way to win.”

Ryu nodded, his gaze lingering on her. “Yeah, it’s all about figuring out your next move before anyone else does. Dio made me realize that today—how much strategy goes into this. It’s not just brute force, even though that helps.” He chuckled lightly, rubbing his jaw where the hit had landed earlier.

Momo smiled, crossing her arms as she leaned in closer to him, the playful edge to her tone returning. “You sure it wasn’t just your pride that took a hit?”

Ryu shrugged, trying to play it cool, but there was a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe a little. But hey, every loss is a lesson, right? What about you? What’ve you been picking up from the game?”

Momo’s smile softened as she looked out over the horizon, her voice thoughtful. “I think it’s about balance. I’ve always relied on my speed and reflexes, but there’s more to it. Watching people like Dio or even you, I’ve realized I need to start thinking ahead, and planning my moves better instead of just reacting. If I’m gonna win this whole thing, I can’t just coast on what’s worked before.”

Ryu’s grin widened as he leaned even closer, his shoulder brushing against hers. “So, you’re saying you’re learning from me now? Didn’t think I’d hear that coming from you.”

Momo rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ve still got plenty to learn, too. But yeah… I guess I’ve picked up a thing or two from watching you.”

Their banter hung in the air, but beneath it was a layer of tension that had been simmering for days, maybe longer. Ryu looked at Momo, really looked at her—the way the sunset reflected in her eyes, the subtle curve of her smile, the way her teasing had shifted into something softer, more intimate.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “You know, Momo… I’ve been thinking too. About us.”

Momo’s breath caught slightly, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, her expression unreadable. “What about us?”

Ryu hesitated for only a split second before his confidence kicked in, his usual bravado softened by the sincerity in his voice. “I don’t know… I just feel like there’s something here. Between us. We fight, we bicker, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Momo’s cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze, her own voice quieter now. “You’re not the only one, Ryu.”

There was a beat of silence, the only sound being the soft whisper of the wind and the distant crash of waves. Ryu’s heart raced as he took a step closer, his hand brushing lightly against hers, testing the waters.

“Momo…” His voice was barely a whisper now as if the moment could shatter if he spoke too loud.

Momo didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted closer to him, her eyes flicking down to where their hands almost touched, then back up to his face. Her voice was laced with the same tension, the same unspoken feeling that had been building between them for days.

“Ryu…” she whispered back, her breath hitching slightly.

And then, in the space of a heartbeat, the distance between them vanished. Ryu leaned in, and Momo met him halfway, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was long overdue. It was passionate, fierce, like the arguments they always had—but this time, there was no anger, only the intensity of everything they had been holding back.

The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. The DGP, the fights, the chaos—it all disappeared, leaving just the two of them in the golden light of the setting sun.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s as they caught their breath.

Momo was the first to speak, her voice soft but with a teasing edge. “Took you long enough.”

Ryu grinned, his forehead still pressed against hers. “Hey, I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Momo rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Sure you were.”

They stood there in silence for a moment longer, the weight of what had just happened settling over them. But this time, it felt different—like a new chapter had just begun. Whatever the DGP threw at them next, they would face it together.

Finally, Momo pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, we’ve got work to do. I’m not letting you slack off just because we kissed.”

Ryu laughed, shaking his head as they turned to leave the rooftop. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Momo.”

As they walked back inside, side by side, the tension between them had shifted—but the fire was still there. Only now, it was something they both understood.

A few days prior to this event DJ and Joy sat alone at a table eating dinner.

Joy and DJ sit side by side at one of the cafeteria’s long tables. Dinner has been served, but the tension at the table is thicker than the stew in front of them. After taking a few half-hearted bites, DJ sets his spoon down with a sigh, staring across the room where Chaehyun and Dio are laughing together. Chaehyun is playfully nudging Dio as he gestures animatedly, clearly regaling her with some story. The pair are entirely wrapped up in each other, seemingly oblivious to the world around them.

DJ frowns. “They’re insufferable.”

Joy glances at him, her own expression somewhere between annoyance and disbelief. “Right? They just…leave us to fight the boss, and then show up like nothing happened.”

“And what was it Dio said? ‘It’s the first week, you don’t even need to transform.’” DJ mimics Dio’s laid-back tone, rolling his eyes. “Like it was no big deal.”

Joy shakes her head, her hand tightening around her fork. “It’s like they think they’re invincible or something. And what’s with the constant flirting? We’re here to survive, not to… whatever that is.” She gestures vaguely toward Chaehyun, who is now leaning into Dio, their heads close together as they whisper something and laugh.

DJ snorts. “They’re not even trying to be subtle about it. We’re out there fighting for our lives, and they’re playing around like it’s some kind of date.”

Joy scoffs, crossing her arms on the table. “I mean, do they really think this is just a game? Every time I see them acting like this, I’m reminded that we can’t afford to be reckless. We need to be focused.”

“And what about earlier today?” DJ says, his voice rising slightly in frustration. “We could’ve used them during the fight. That Jyamataro wasn’t just some grunt! But no, they had to go off and get buckles like it’s a shopping spree.”

“I know, right? It’s like they don’t even care that we were doing the hard part. And then they waltz in all sweaty and grinning like we should be impressed they got some stupid bonus gear.” DJ leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Dio might be strong, but it’s like he’s completely checked out half the time. And Chaehyun just…goes along with it, like she’s having the time of her life.”

Joy huffs, stabbing at her food. “Exactly. Dio acts like he’s too cool to care, and Chaehyun…she’s just riding along on his coattails. It’s like they’re in their own world.”

DJ shakes his head, glancing down at his tray. “It’s frustrating. I mean, I get that they’ve got experience, but they’re not even trying to be part of the team.”

“Right?” Joy leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And when they finally show up, it’s like we’re supposed to just applaud their brilliance. ‘Oh, look at Dio, the turtle king, and his little cheerleader.’” She rolls her eyes, mimicking Chaehyun’s enthusiastic tone.

DJ chuckles darkly. “A date in a death game. Figures. They think it’s a show, while we’re actually fighting monsters. How do they not see the disconnect?”

“And if they keep acting like this,” Joy adds, her brows knitting together, “they’re going to get someone hurt. Or worse.”

They both sit in silence for a moment, watching as Chaehyun throws her head back, laughing at something Dio said. Dio leans in closer, a satisfied grin on his face. It makes Joy’s stomach twist in annoyance.

DJ clenches his jaw. “You know what it is? Dio doesn’t take anything seriously. He’s so smug about the DGP like he’s too good to really be in danger. And Chaehyun… I don’t know if she just doesn’t care, or if she’s blinded by how cool he is.”

Joy nods slowly. “It’s like they’ve forgotten what’s at stake. They’re too busy with each other to focus on what really matters.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I mean, we could use that kind of support too, you know? We need a team, not a two-person show.”

DJ lets out a frustrated breath. “Yeah, no kidding. If they keep this up, they’re going to be the ones in trouble when it really counts. And we’ll be left holding the bag.”

As they stew in their frustration, Joy’s expression shifts from irritation to something more contemplative. “You know, it’s almost comforting, being annoyed together. At least we can rely on each other.”

“Yeah,” DJ agrees, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “It’s nice to know we’re not the only ones who think this is ridiculous. Like we’re in on the joke.”

Joy smirks. “Exactly. At least we’re taking this seriously. We’re actually trying to figure this out and survive.”

DJ nods. “We’ve got this. With or without them. They might be having fun, but we’ll be the ones who get things done.”

As they share a knowing look, the bond between them grows stronger, united by their shared frustration. While Dio and Chaehyun continue their carefree antics across the room, DJ and Joy silently vow to rely on each other to navigate the challenges ahead.

DJ raises his glass of water, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Here’s to being the serious ones in a world full of distractions.”

Joy clinks her glass against his, laughter escaping her lips. “Cheers to that! And to make sure we don’t let those two forget how important teamwork really is.”

They both share a genuine laugh, feeling lighter despite the weight of the world around them. In their mutual annoyance, they find a sense of camaraderie that strengthens their resolve, knowing that together they can face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Moving back to the present time. Joy and Dj’s resentment of the two only grows more spiteful and hateful.

After their dinner discussion, Joy and DJ head to the training area, still buzzing from their shared frustrations. They find a secluded corner of the gym, equipped with training dummies and combat gear. As they begin practicing their moves, the air is charged with a mix of determination and lingering annoyance.

Joy throws a punch at the dummy, her strikes becoming increasingly aggressive. “I can’t believe those two. Every time we try to focus, they just… float around like they own the place.”

DJ responds with a swift kick to the dummy’s midsection, imagining it as Dio’s face. “Right? It’s like they think this is a joke. We need to show them what real teamwork looks like.”

Joy nods, her breathing steadying as she concentrates. “Let’s come up with a plan. If we can get the next mission done without them, we’ll show everyone that we can handle this on our own.”

As they strategize, the door swings open, and Chaehyun saunters in, followed closely by Dio. The pair instantly brightens the room with their easy laughter, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air. Joy’s shoulders stiffen, and DJ glances at her, a silent acknowledgment of their earlier frustrations.

“Hey, you two!” Chaehyun calls out, a wide grin on her face. “What’s up? You missed the last round of practice.”

Joy rolls her eyes but decides to maintain a calm exterior. “We were just working on some techniques. You know, trying to get better.”

Dio raises an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall. “Oh Techniques what kind? Can I see? Sounds interesting. I wanna test out the buckle I just got !” He pats Chaehyun’s shoulder, making her giggle.

DJ feels his irritation bubbling up again. “We’re not here to have fun. We’re here to train and prepare for what’s next. Not everyone can just breeze through.”

Chaehyun’s expression falters slightly. “We’re not just breezing through. We’re learning to adapt and enjoy ourselves at the same time. Isn’t that the point?”

“Yeah, well, the point also includes not getting killed out there,” Joy retorts, crossing her arms. “We can’t afford to be reckless.”

Dio straightens, his casual demeanor shifting slightly as he senses the underlying tension. “Okay, okay. I get it. But you both seem tense. How about a little friendly sparring? It might help you blow off some steam.”

DJ glances at Joy, who shrugs, still clearly irritated. “Fine, but let’s make it clear: we’re not here to play around.”

Chaehyun steps forward, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, come on! Let’s see if you can keep up with us. I bet we’ll wipe the floor with you!”

Joy narrows her eyes, suddenly feeling competitive. “You think so? How about we make this interesting? Losers have to take on the next boss fight without any help.”

Dio chuckles, clearly unfazed. “That’s not really a big deal though… but okay. Deal. Just don’t cry when you lose.”

The atmosphere shifts as the challenge is set. DJ and Joy share a look, their earlier frustrations transforming into a determination to prove themselves.

The sparring session begins, and what starts as a light-hearted battle quickly escalates into a high-energy clash. DJ and Joy work seamlessly together, utilizing their training to counter Dio and Chaehyun’s playful antics. They dodge and weave, executing precise strikes and quick movements.

As they engage, Joy begins to realize that Dio’s carefree attitude hides a wealth of experience, while DJ starts to notice Chaehyun’s agility and quick thinking. Despite their earlier annoyance, they find themselves pushed to their limits, forced to adapt on the fly.

The sparring becomes a dance of sorts, with Joy and DJ coordinating their attacks and defenses. Laughter and shouts fill the air, blending with the sounds of their training.

Finally, as the match reaches its peak, DJ lands a well-placed kick, sending Dio stumbling back against the wall. At the same moment, Joy manages to pin Chaehyun, both of them out of breath but beaming with adrenaline.

“Alright, I think we’ve proved ourselves!” Joy declares, breathing heavily but smiling widely.

Dio grins, clapping DJ on the shoulder. “Not bad! You two are better than I thought.”

Chaehyun, still catching her breath, offers a thumbs-up. “Seriously, that was amazing! You both held your ground.”

Joy and DJ share a triumphant look, their frustrations momentarily forgotten. They realize that their teamwork has grown stronger through the competition, and perhaps, just maybe, they can learn something from Dio and Chaehyun after all.

As they gather around to catch their breath, DJ smirks. “Okay, but we’re still taking on that boss fight ourselves. We don’t need to rely on you two.”

Dio chuckles, “Fair enough. Just remember, it’s more fun with a team. We’re always here if you need backup.”

Joy rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. “Maybe. But we’re not going to let you off easy next time.”

Chaehyun leans in, a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Bring it on! Just know that we won’t go easy on you either.”

As the four of them settle down, the mood lightens. There’s a new understanding growing among them, a realization that despite their differences, they all share the same goal: to survive and thrive in a world full of danger.

As they leave feeling confident Dio and Chaehyun wait till they’re gone before laughing maniacally.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Dio said.

Chaehyun smiled before saying, “Of course, it worked. The only thing overcoming their hatred of us was going to be them feeling like they made progress against us. They’re both very prideful and so the easiest course of action was to appeal to that pride.”

“Better than my plan of just waiting for them to fight,” Dio says Chaehyun nods and replies, “You can’t just turtle your way through all of this, Dio, and expect to be the strongest at the end. Sometimes you have to be a bit more… proactive.”

“But I thought you liked it when I turtle?” Dio teases, his tone light yet filled with a growing boldness. Chaehyun smirks, her eyes locking onto his.

“While that is true, sometimes this tiger wants to see her turtle be a little less boxy and a bit more Draconic,” she replies with a playful growl.

Dio chuckles, his usual laid-back attitude starting to melt under her gaze. “Oh, you know about Dragon turtles,” he grins, the words more a question of wonder than a statement. He’s enjoying this game, but something about Chaehyun tonight—the way she teases, the gleam in her eye—draws him in more than usual.

Chaehyun rolls her eyes, but there’s warmth behind it. “Yes, my dumb darling, I know about dragon turtles. You aren’t the only one who knows things, Donatello,” she quips, leaning in closer as she playfully emphasizes his real first name.

Before Dio can come back with another joke, Chaehyun pushes him into another kiss. This time, the laughter between them fades as the kiss deepens, and Dio finds himself completely wrapped up in her. His heart pounds harder than it usually does during a fight, and as his arms slide around her waist, he pulls her closer, his grip firmer, bolder.

He’s usually so calm, and so in control, but Chaehyun makes him lose that sense of detachment. Her warmth, her teasing, the way she fits perfectly against him—it’s all overwhelming in the best way. He breaks the kiss just enough to look at her, his voice barely a whisper, “You really know how to push my buttons, don’t you?”

Chaehyun laughs softly, her forehead resting against his. “I know you better than anyone.”

And it’s true, Dio thinks. With her, he doesn’t have to be the strategic mastermind or the calm leader. He can let go, even if it’s just a little. The thought fills him with something that feels like courage, but softer. He tilts his head, kissing her again, this time letting himself give in completely, letting his boldness match hers.

"God, you're so hot," Dio said as his fingers wrapped around her plush body before kissing her again.

"Darling, as much as I'd like for you to take me right here we need to be more discrete. What if someone comes in or sees us?"

Dio felt his aggression rising the need to take her despite his usually composed nature he gave way to the tsunami engulfing him.

"You're a bad girl you know that," Dio says as he goes in for another kiss with Chaehyun. Chaehyun melts under his touch and demands he fuck her.

"Oh don't worry I will." He says as he lifts her. Chaehyun wraps her legs around him as he undoes her pants, and his. He slides her down his raging hard on and Chaehyun moans.

"Oh Darling you're so hard for me." Chaehyun moans as he pushes deeper into her. Aided by gravity Dio safely rests himself inside of Chaehyun. Her nails claw into his back as he slowly eases in and out of her. Chaehyun moans as her grip tightens to the point of breaking the skin and drawing blood. Dio carefully slides her along his shaft which Drives Chaehyun wild.

"Of Fuck please rail me!" Chaehyun moaned as the burning sensation in her lower tummy overcame all her senses. sSheneeded Dio to fuck her brains out now.

"We gotta be quick," Dio said as they lay on the ground and Chaehyun wiggled her cute butt in front of Dio giving him all green lights. He plunged into her wet tightness as she rammed herself back into him. The two of them thrust and rapidly rut into each other. Chaehyun is indescribably wet from the pleasure. The two of them continue like this and as Dio's grip on her hips tightens she moans even more.

"Fuck Fuck" Chaehyun moans as Dio repeatedly plunges her cavern until her body can't take anymore, and she cums all over his manhood. Dio is relentless however as he fucks her through her orgasm her wall unrelenting in their tightness around him.

"Fuck Chae I'm gonna cum inside you." Dio groans and Chaehyun growls.

"You fucking better this pussy is yours and no one else's!"

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Overwhelming Burden - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Fluff 🥰 and Angst 🥺

I've just read the Zero Hour 30th Anniversary comic #1 not long ago and... Honestly, it's such a good comic, biggest highlight for me is seeing Supergirl wearing a black suit with the silver S on the suit and cape, the silver belt, bracelets and black gloves (In the comic, there's instances where she's wearing black gloves or not which is a little weird but in this imagine, she'll be wearing black gloves, another image will be shown in the imagine later of her wearing black gloves) are a nice addition as well... And pants! Best suit I've seen in a while.

This is a world where Superman is dead, dead after his fight with Doomsday and where Batman never came back because he's broken, so pretty much retired and Batgirl is Gotham's Knight now while Supergirl is Metropolis's protector. Diana Prince is no where to be found so Donna Troy is the new Wonder Woman also. They what would be the New Trinity in those words.

Supergirl in this comic however is supposed to be Matrix aka Mae Kent, but DC for some reason wanted Kara Zor-El/ the original Supergirl to be mentioned in this rather than Matrix Supergirl which is a little odd but I'm not complaining. Spoiler for those but Donna named dropped Supergirl as "Kara" in the comic, so... I suppose it's Kara Zor-El, again it's a little odd, ain't complaining, I honestly don't mind.

So in other words... This imagine is inspired from this. Hope you enjoy!

Credit also goes to @bisupergirl for the pics!

Metropolis, once a city that was defended by a man who revolutionized the way Aliens were welcomed on Earth, a man that changed the world with more superheroes making their debut, along with the added threat of supervillains and those that had an agenda against him. He was a man who only found out he was in fact an Alien once he found out where he really came from.

His parents, Ma and Pa Kent, aka Martha and Jonathan, once told him he came from the stars one day, crashing down onto Earth in a small pod not far from where they lived in their farmhouse, and finding a newborn wrapped in a red cloth that would be used as his cape when he grew older to become...

Superman.

He inspired many, became Earth's Champion, defended Earth and Humanity from many threats, though he couldn't always do it alone, he eventually had allies that formed the Justice League that vowed to protect Earth from any known threat known to Humankind.

Clark Kent of the Daily Planet and from a little town called Smallville, Kal-El of Krypton, Superman, the Man of Steel, Man of Tomorrow, once an icon, a hero, a loving Husband and son to all that loved him.

He was once the fabled "Last Son of Krypton" until one day, that changed... When another pod came crashing down onto Earth, holding a young blonde haired girl, who was petrified, confused, unaware of how long it has been after being in hypersleep for many years, sent from her planet of Krypton alongside her cousin, before her pod was knocked off-course.

Kal didn't know at the time, but the arrival of this girl changed his life forever and for the better, this girl was his cousin, Kara Zor-El, who would later become Supergirl and wear the same colors and family crest, one that Clark learned more about from Kara, all about the House of El, their family, his and her parents... Some he already knew from the Fortress of Solitude that was created by the Kryptonian crystal that he put into the ice in the North Pole.

Things were going very well with Kara's introduction to Earth, adopted by the loving Danvers family, she took the name "Linda Lee Danvers" to blend in and hide her powers, though at times she wasn't great at controlling them, she was taught how to.

From going to Earth school, to meeting the one guy that she befriended, the boy named Y/N, which the two eventually began to fall for one another during high school, becoming somewhat high school sweethearts. Clark supported the fact Kara found someone she liked, someone to keep her on her toes when unexpected, she eventually introduced Clark to Y/N, letting him know of the other secret they hadn't told him yet. Their Kryptonian heritage which was a big surprise to the young boy at the time, she even took him on a flight to convince him further.

Around this time, Kara being 16 years old, she debuted as Supergirl, cousin of Superman. Embracing the whole Girl of Steel part of herself to defend her new home from enemies alike. Sporting a blue top with a red skirt and gold V-shaped belt, a short red cape with a golden S on the back as opposed to wearing the same S on her top with a red background just like her cousin, showcasing the House of El sigil proudly.

At first, the world wasn't sure how to accept Supergirl, but eventually not long after, they did with Superman's help. Kara was more happier than to be both Linda Lee Danvers and Supergirl.

But... Not everything is forever...

With some years going by and now with Kara have been Supergirl for three and a half years...

A Doomsday descended upon Earth... Many heroes answered the threat and couldn't stop it without cutting losses.

It was Superman who saved the day... But at a heavy cost...

His own life, succumbing to his wounds and the world fell silent once the news broke out.

Earth's Champion... Superman... Had been confirmed dead, giving out his life to fight Doomsday, the fight was nothing more than brutal and destructive, Metropolis was wrecked and battered by the events.

His death hit many heavily, Kara especially. There was supposed to be a surprise for Kara, before Doomsday came to be, but Y/N called the surprise off, in exchange to grieve, knowing it wouldn't be the right time to propose to the girl he has always loved.

In honor to grieve her cousin's death, Kara made the decision to change up her suit and colors, now sporting a black top, long cape and pants, with a silver V-shaped belt, bracelets and the S and shield, colored silver, even on the back of her new black cape had the S colored in silver, also supporting black gloves over her hands. The bracelets both have a diamond shaped sigil on the front, even the belt too, unlike her previous suit.

No longer blue, red and gold. Just a black and silver look, the world took notice of this change, seeing a black and blonde blur zoom past on multiple occasions throughout the world, it didn't take long for people to know it was Supergirl, now having a wardrobe change since the last time she appeared on camera months ago.

Some asked why? The obvious answer was simple... Coming from her.

"To honor my cousin" she said nothing more after. She refused to take anymore questions about anything else, it was nothing but a bother to her.

She became Metropolis's new protector, Earth's New Champion and part of the new Justice League that was put into place, post Doomsday and Superman's Death within a year later.

Kara was well known to he amongst the newer Wonder Woman and the Batgirl that has taken over Batman's duties after he mysteriously "vanished" when more forces played behind the scenes in that regard.

Meanwhile, still being Supergirl, her lover, Y/N, now loving Husband, having gotten married a few months ago, remained behind as the ever-loving House Husband, in their now shared apartment building, every day and night when Kara came back from her duties as Supergirl, he'd be the one greeting her when she came back.

But as of recently... Kara's been barely getting home than usual, skipping lunch dates, dinners, her usual work before she quit and the two had a fairshare of arguments then and there about the issue, as mostly every married couple eventually argues over something.

This morning was no different, it was the same as usual, Y/N always said that her being Supergirl didn't had to always be a thing, he wanted her to be Linda Danvers for a day or two, but she kept refusing the idea, Supergirl was needed day and night, it was her duty, her vow to fill in Kal's shoes.

Y/N made the argument that Superman wasn't always needed and this only infuriated Kara further, where their argument turned a little more heated. Y/N hated arguing with her about this, this was the first ever heated argument with her and he felt bad bringing it up. Kara was still hurting about Kal's death. There was one thing he did say that was true...

He felt neglected by her now, he hadn't been hugged by her in the last few weeks... Or even kissed by that matter and he missed having her lips on his

Kara was nothing but frustrated and moody mostly in the last few months, the last time he ever saw her smile much was during their wedding day and the entire week. It was like something switched off in her that caused her to be like this.

Could it be that something has happened? Something so bad, it's keeping her awake at night and not as the forgiving girl she was before?

She wasn't a Girl-Scout, but there was times she was, and it rarely shows today.

Y/N spent all day to himself once more, still thinking back on the argument he had with Kara this morning before she left, getting groceries, doing the laundry, keeping an eye on their cat, Streaky, before he eventually began to relax for the day. Not having to do any online work since Kara quit her Human job.

He sat on the couch, his Playstation controller in hand, playing a story-driven game before he paused it to go grab a drink.

His mind was still on the argument they had this morning, his eyes caught onto the plate of food, covered by tin-foil, dinner that was made for Kara for when she would come back at the usual time but again... She hadn't come back yet.

Y/N knew not to worry much, but it became increasingly hard for him, he loved her so much, despite the arguments they've had since getting married.

But he was worried, he was worried that she was beating herself up over everything that's happened, and it showed in her face, her body language.

The pair haven't kissed or hugged in the last two weeks and he missed being held, being kissed, being flown by her, he misses the old Kara, the old Supergirl...

The old Linda Danvers he fell in love with...

Just as he poured some fresh OJ, Y/N heard a pair of boots land on the wooden flooring by the window. He briefly looked to see Supergirl, his wife, who had seemed to look like she had been tossed around and thrown into the surface of the sun yet again, nothing more than usual.

His heart swelled to see her, but it hurt knowing she was probably still mad at him. He knew he wasn't wrong, but he just wanted to patch things up, like a normal married couple would.

"You're back" he stated the obvious with a lowered tone, but a tone she could pick up with her super hearing. "I... I was beginning to worry, but... I'm glad you're okay" he gave a little smile at the corner of his lips but it soon vanished after taking a sip of his drink.

Supergirl hadn't said anything back to him, she only looked at the TV to see what he had been doing in her absence, before noticing Streaky as she shakes her long, black cape, wiping off dust particles.

'Ugh, gonna have to get that cleaned up' he mentally noted before taking another sip from his drink. "I made dinner again, it's cold now but I ca-" a whooshing sound interrupted him and he was met by Kara who had zoomed up close to him after looking him in the eyes, completely surprising him. He almost dropped his glass of fresh OJ once she zoomed up at him in a nano-second.

"K-Kara?".

There was nothing but pain and hurt in her eyes before grabbing the sides of her cape and lunged her arms around him, wrapping her cape around him also as her body began to quiver and tremble.

She dug her face into the crook of his neck and her breaths became shaky, Y/N could only stand there with a surprised look on his face as Kara... The Girl of Steel, his wife, Supergirl, had began to break down emotionally from what it sounded like.

Then he could hear her sobbing into him, little sobs of sadness washing over her as she clung onto him hardly but gently, not wanting to let go just like any other time he'd tried to hug her.

"Y/N" she mumbled with a shaky breath into his neck, her messy blonde hair tickling the side of his face. "I-I-I" she couldn't speak her words, sadness overwhelming her as tears flushed down from her closed eyes that began to soak the T-shirt's fabric on his shoulder, crying even harder by the minute.

Y/N wrapped his arms around her figure quickly, who was clinging onto him like she was holding on for dear life, he accepted the hug he longed to get from her, it broke his heart hearing her sob and cry, feeling his shoulder getting wetter by the minute from all the tears she was shedding. Her words coming out trembling and mumbling nonsense

"Oh, Kara" Y/N cooed to her, rocking a little left to right while feeling the warmth of Kara's long cape wrapped around him and her, her arms holding him into place while a hug carried out.

"I-I... I'm so s-s-sorry!" she cried harder into him, her sobbing getting more prominent as Y/N tightened his arms around her, even his breaths began to get shaky at this moment, he felt her words hitting him in the heart. "I-I".

"Sshhh, i-it's okay" he cooed to her softly.

"N-N-No! I-It's not o-okay!" she denied that fact, struggling with her words still, but Y/N understood what she meant.

Yes... It wasn't okay, he could clearly see and hear it, with a crying Supergirl in his arms, also embracing him with her cape wrapped around him to cling onto him as she cries and sobs, overwhelmed by drowning dread and grief.

He always had a feeling eventually Linda/Kara L/N would be overwhelmed with this, mostly overwhelmed with the burden of being Earth's Champion twenty-four-seven, since Superman's death, she's been nothing but mostly Supergirl the entire time, the only acception she wouldn't be her superhero self was at the wedding and the week following that with the honeymoon.

"Let it all out, it's okay, my Sunshine" he cooed further though he stumbled on his wordings, calling her by a nickname he had for her, one she hadn't heard in a while which made her sob harder. "Let it all out" he told her once again, letting the broken Girl of Steel cry on his shoulder, just like he once told her that if she needed a shoulder to cry on, she's got him.

He could remember the days when they were in high school, remember when they were fifteen years old, he'd stop by the Danvers's place to hang out with Linda and her two other friends that she made in class, he remembered getting to know them better since he had different classes from them, and only a few classes where he and Kara would be seated near each other, often not sitting next to one another.

The days where he first began to crush on Linda, he found her the most adorable and smartest girl in the world, to him? She was everything he wanted. He didn't have much friends, most were into edgy stuff, which didn't match his tastes.

But Linda? She was into anything, she was cool to him, smart, had a sense of humor, was fun to be around and was pretty defensive for him against his bullies, once publicly embarrassing one of them by flipping him over her shoulder, on the verge of breaking the bully's arm, potentially ruining his placement for the basketball game coming up that time.

Once everything had calmed down, along with Kara's sobbing, and apologies were made about all the arguments they've been having, the two pulled back from the hug and kissed, lips-to-lips for the first time in two weeks, a kiss both surely had been missing, a long kiss between them with their lips slowly smacking off each other in a slow dancing way.

His hands caressed her cheek with his thumbs swiping away at any stray tears that fell down from her eyes which they did once they began to kiss, Kara's cape still wrapped around him and herself, not even thinking of letting go any time soon.

"Y/N" Kara broke the silence after the long kiss they had, the kiss she could clearly see that Y/N had been dreading for, a kiss of closure in other words. "I... I thought about what you said this morning, and... You're right, I have been... Neglecting you as of recently" she painfully admitted, her voice croaking as she spoke.

"No, no. I was wrong to say that" Y/N backed down from what he said, taking back the hurtful thing he said this morning. "I shouldn't have said that in the first-".

"No" she interrupted. "It's the truth. All I've thought since..." a pain arose in her chest as she felt it flare up from what she was about to say, struggling to speak a little.

"I don't think you need to say" he told her, knowing what she was going to say, as it was clear as day...

She took the burden of being the next Symbol of Hope, the carry on the shoes and burden that Superman alone carried with him through his actions and heroism, Supergirl was a role model to most, if not, all people as expressed through her actions and words alone. She didn't want to be like her cousin, she wanted to be her own person.

She once admitted to him the fact she was scared she'd end up losing herself because of the fact that there could be one day he might die and she'd have to pick up where he left off being Earth's Champion, but Clark gave her sound advice. Like him...

She had family and friends to help her carry the burden if she struggled, to carry on without him if he were to die, which happened.

"I visit that statue every day" she sniffled, looking into Y/N's eyes still. "Wishing he'd be here today still, wondering what it would be like to have him around again" she closed her eyes and sighed with a sadness that could be seen in her face. "I miss him... So, so much" she croaked.

"I know, I miss him too" he laid a finger under her chin and raised her head so he could look into her eyes, tears forming her eyes once more before one fell down onto Y/N's thumb. "But you're not alone, Kara. Being Supergirl twenty-four-seven hasn't done you good, you look stressed and tired, which is concerning considering Kryptonians don't get tired from what you've shown" he made a valid point across to her, but she seemed to have heard it before.

"You sound like Babs".

"Do I know?" he chuckled. "Well... If I was Barbara, I think she'd also be correct".

This prompted to make the Girl of Steel smile just a little, which was enough for him to point out with a little smile back at her.

"There she is, there's the smile".

"Don't ruin it" she groaned.

"I'd never" he smiled, giving out a little laugh that was a little contagious for Kara, a soft laugh escaped her before it died down, with her sighing next.

Y/N pushed a strand of Kara's hair behind her ear, seeing the other half of her face that was hidden by her golden hair. "I think... You should take off the suit and Supergirl" with his eyes he traced out the House of El glyph on Kara's chest. "...could use a good break for a little bit, you can have someone else fill in for you, clear your mind a little with me" Y/N suggested to her, though he knew she wouldn't like it, now that things had been settled between them, he wouldn't lose his chances.

And Kara knew it...

"I can heat up your dinner, or you can probably use your heat vision since it's quicker than the oven" he snorted, getting a faint laugh out from Kara while she smiled, his face brightened up again noticing it. "And we can also... Cuddle on the couch, put on a movie of your choice, not my pick because you know I'm picky" he suggested further.

"Or..." Kara unwrapped her arms off him for a moment before wrapping them back around, only around the crook of his neck this time around with her cape billowing slightly behind her due to the window being open still on a cool windy night. "I can take you on a flight?".

"Ohh" Y/N caught himself between two hard choices. "Hmm... Maybe tomorrow you can take me on a flight, how about that, Sunshine?" he answered.

"Deal" she nodded before smiling a little more, finally answering after a minute. Deep down he was right from earlier when she thought about it, her being Supergirl twenty-four-seven has done her no good, it put some strain on the relationships she's got with her loved ones, her adopted family especially and Y/N, who love her all the same, she had a prior visit to them before coming back, wanting to reconcile which was as emotional as it was already.

"It's your favorite, by the way, from your adopted mother's recipe" he smiled as Kara x-rayed the plate with the tin-foil over it, spotting a Lasagna and coming from him, it was Edna Danvers recipe of her Lasagna.

"I thought I smelled something familiar" she noted while looking at the plate.

"Go on" he gestured his head toward the plate.

"You want some? There's plenty left for us to share" she offered, unwrapping her arms off him and began to walk up to the plate.

"Nah, I'm good" he declined politely.

"You sure? In case you end up eying it up anyway" she smirked, taking off the tin-foil gently though unnecessary to do it gently.

"I had like... Maybe two plates earlier, cooked a bit too much, I'm full still" he gestured. I'll wait on the couch for you, gonna turn this game off and that".

"Okay, Love" she nodded and smiled before she looked at the food, her eyes soon lit up red before she quickly heated up the food with her heat vision, heating it up to the right temperature, just for her.

Taking the plate, she saw her Husband save his progress and switch off the game, she had a little fond memory of him kicking her ass at a fighting game when they were younger, back when things were simpler when Clark was still alive.

"Y/N" Kara broke the silence yet again.

"Yes, my Sunshine?" he answered.

"I love you, I really love you, you dork. Always remember that" she smiled once again, stabbing her Lasagna with a fork that was left on the table next to the plate earlier before taking it to her mouth to savor the taste of the food.

"I love you too, Linda L/N" he smiled back at her, her face noticeably brightened as she strolled over with her plate of food in hand...

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𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Masterlist | Ao3

Bakugou x fem!reader

Tags: 18+, NSFW, Smut, Oneshot, pwp lol, aged up bakugou, pro hero bakugou, established-but-early-relationship, soft dom katsuki, soft fic in general, reader wears Dynamight themed lingerie

“Actually, he feels like a fucking virgin again. He doesn’t know where to touch first. So used to having you all for his taking, now wanting to savour each inch of you wrapped in his colours.”

Your relationship is by no means a secret, but it’s in it’s earlier stages, so the sudden pda surprises him. He welcomes it, a little flustered, and brings himself close to let you whisper.

“I have something to show you.”

His eyes lift in amusement and curiosity. Then he nods and turns to you.

Bakugou pays no mind to the eye rolls of his friends, the childish ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from Kaminari, all he can focus is on you. The dim lights look good on your skin, illuminating you, pretty like a picture.

His eyes flick to your hair, there’s two mimic explosions clipped in, like his own uniform’s. Cute , he thinks, before finally taking your hand and letting you lead the way.

He ruffles your hair as the two of you walk, smirking to himself. “What’s this?”

You simply shrug with your own subtle smirk. “You’ll see.”

You don’t give away a thing as he drives to your flat. Even when his free hand dances over your thighs, you keep them closed with a mischievous smile.

Tugging him along, with his hand in yours, you push him gently into your room. You tell him to sit. He raises an eyebrow at your command but listens.

You don’t sit with him, which he finds a little odd. Oftentime he’s in your bed- it’s beside you, despite the space seeming too tiny for a man like him. But he waits patiently anyways. While you skip around, looking for something.

When you do find the object of your searches, it’s a little remote. One for your lights, he notes. With a few clicks, the room suddenly becomes dark, fluorescent in its glow. He huffs a small laugh, seeing where this is going.

“Ok now watch me.” He thinks the way you speak is almost innocently eager. Although he understands the intent, he can’t help but find it sweet. “Don’t laugh!”

“M’not!” Katsuki raises his hands in jest, letting you continue.

As you begin to strip, he watches with a knowing grin.

“You wanted to fuck?” He muses playfully. “Is that it?”

Your eyes roll. “Just wait for it.”

Soon he sees the expanse of your skin, covered in something- oh.

It isn’t often Katsuki is rendered speechless, even through fear and defeat, it tends to come with a million curses. But there he sits, mouth agape, in utter silence.

It’s like you’re draped in him. Black lace coats your breasts, with orange criss-crossed atop. As your trousers slip, he nearly groans when he sees the garters on your thighs, fashioned like his own. Have you been wearing this the entire time?

“F-fuck.” He finally lets out, breathy, probably not even realising he has. His eyes glow in genuine awe.

“Like it?” Your words are playful as you give a quick twirl. Posing even, making your skin crease against itself, looking so soft and pliable. His eyes don’t leave you for a second. He doesn’t say anything either, too mesmerised by the sight.

Your expression falters for a moment in hesitation but he doesn’t let it simmer, raising his arms and beckoning you to the bed.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

And you do, sultry as you walk to take seat, in his lap.

The weight of you on top of him is familiar, yet it feels so new. Actually, he feels like a fucking virgin again. He doesn’t know where to touch first. So used to having you all for his taking, now wanting to savour each inch of you wrapped in his colours.

His eyes latch onto your breasts, how they fill out your bra so perfectly, stretching the orange X across your chest. By now, he’d already have a tit in his mouth, sucking harsh to satiate his growing oral fixation. However this time, he lets his fingers run across the lace. He feels you shiver when he goes over the slight bump where your nipple hardens, and groans.

“I guess you do like it?” You ask impishly, knowing you don’t need an answer.

“Of course I fuckin’ like it,” he huffs, bringing himself to kiss you.

The kiss is strangely gentle, a little calculated even. He can taste the cold of the gum you had been chewing, while his hands work carefully to tug your bra down. He could easily unclip it, having done so many times before, but he wants to see it on you. So he pulls it down, stifling another groan when he watches your breasts spill out. He creates a trail with his kisses, past your neck, to your collar, and then to where he wishes to be most.

It’s with a tentative lick, does he let himself taste you. He rolls your nipple around in his mouth, lightly, but tugging here and there. You react so prettily for him, taking sharp breaths that edge close to whines. You even start to subtly push yourself down onto him, whether you realise it or not, aching for any friction. He wants to stop you, to savour you, but it’s difficult when you look so needy.

“Relax for me sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin. “Let’s take it slow.”

Katsuki doesn’t have to look up to know you’re a flustered mess.

You listen, as you always do. Even when your brain starts to melt, you always listen. And that shoots another wave of heat through him. How can he be in control of himself with a girl as gorgeous as you so ready, so pliant, so obedient.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Get on the bed for me?”

With you splayed out against your sheets, his eyes aren’t even sure where to look. The cute face that stares back at him. The tits that look too perfect to be real. Or the dampening spot between your thighs, that he can practically taste from where he sits.

“You’re too…” Unsure of how to even word himself, his voice trails off. Instead he opts in showing you.

Using his hands to caress you, his lips settle on yours again. This time, when he paints his kisses down your neck, he doesn’t stop to where your breasts still call for him. Rather, he keeps going, passing where his hands hold your waist. The sensation is strange, you jostle- feeling ticklish, and he continues to mouth against the bare skin.

When he reaches the green strap that digs into your hip, he’s tempted to lift it, just to watch it snap. And he does. He’s slave to his desires after all. When he looks up, you pout indignantly, but he can see how your pout holds back a smile.

“Had to.” He shrugs smugly and continues.

Soon his tongue is slipping over the fabric itself, soothing where it snapped. His breath is so warm and it’s hard for you to stay still. So he holds you a little firmer.

It’s especially hard when he gets to your thighs. His fingers sink into them so tenderly, circling the skin where your garters lay. For a moment he wonders where you even found such a thing, of course not complaining.

“Can’t believe you’d do all this for me.” Humming, he slinks up and down your legs, making sure no part of you is left untouched.

“Wanted-” You breathe. “Wanted to look pretty for you.”

He stills as he reaches your hip, frowning. “Always look pretty to me.”

Through kisses he speaks, so earnest. “Always-” Kiss. “So-” Kiss. “Perfect-” Kiss. “For me.”

You can’t even reply with your own fluster, Katsuki catching you off guard as he parts your thighs.

He looks at where the fabric of your underwear clings to you, stickied by your own lust. He gulps. It’s pure sin. Pure fucking sin. And he hasn’t even seen you yet.

A wiggle of your hips breaks him from his stupor. When you look at him, you expect eyes of ravenous hunger and dangerous desire, but instead you are gifted with the view of a man so innocent in his awe.

“Something else.” He shakes his head, like he can’t fathom the sight. “You’re something else.”

When he does go to rid you of your underwear, he’s a little stuttered with his undressing. He pulls them down slowly, getting caught onto the garter. Then, frustrated, tears through them. Finally, you’re free, all for him to see.

His touch is timid. Again, like it’s his first time. He feels he should just give you what your body begs for, but he can’t. His own shyness too much to push through.

“Want me to open you up?”

The shake of your head widens his eyes.

“No, I want you, even if it hurts.”

The words should be filthy, should give him perfect avenue to taunt and tease. Yet all it does is make him swallow his moan, cock aching terribly at the thought of sinking into you, so raw and untouched.

Although he knows it’s best to give you the warm up, he can’t deny your request.

“If that’s what my girl wants.”

He’s quick to take his shirt off, and then his trousers. Probably looking like an eager fool but he didn’t care. He just needed to be inside of you.

His cock springs up as soon as it is freed from his boxers. Choosing to ignore the wet patch where his tip leaked, he palms himself slightly. There’s no reason to, he’s already harder than he’s ever been.

Katsuki gulps when he brings himself to you, taking in the sight one last time. He looks at how your breasts, covered in his marks, are cupped by the bra of his colours. He watches as your chest rises and falls, comfortingly. He even takes a second glance at the clips, messy, but still stuck into your hair cutely.

“Katsuki please.”

He nods. And finally pushes in.

The feeling is devastating .

You’re soft, and tight, and the further he sinks in, the more his head starts to spin. So devilishly wet, so angelically warm. He feels a little debauched in how much pleasure he takes from the simple act of being sheathed by you. He hasn’t even had the thought to move.

He feels as you hold your breath. It makes a part of him twinge in sympathy, but he knows if he stops- you’d hate it even more.

“Breathe for me sweetheart.”

With a few heavy but needed breaths, he lets himself pull out, hissing as he does. That slight friction is enough to have him almost keeling, but he continues. You’re no better, looking up at him with eyes so full of desire.

He pushes back in, hearing the noises of your bodies intertwined. Your heat is engulfing. So much so, the thought of pulling out pains him.

When he does pull out once more, it’s slow but he’s quick to find a rhythm that works.

It’s a sweet and slow back and fourth, an ebb and flow of the two of you tangled as one. Synchronised in the same pleasure. There are words unsaid. Thoughts unspoken. Yet nothing is hidden. Nothing is not shared.

When you whine, he already knows what you want. He’s heard the same sound a million times before but it never fails to leave him dizzy.

“I know baby, I know.” He comforts, still not giving into your pleads. You were too good to rush. He wanted to relish every second.

Responding by wrapping your arms around him, he smiles. Still so compliant. He lets your nails dig into his skin, then hisses because he likes it. In turn his thrusts become deeper, and you seem to like that.

You clench around him too many times to count, his own growing tightness following to bring him close. The room fills with the sounds of touching skin and lusty moans. It’d be a miracle if no one could hear, if no one could tell what was happening behind the thin walls of your apartment.

Katsuki grits his teeth when you nuzzle into his neck, you always get so clingy when you’re about to come. He isn’t any better, pushing himself closer and closer.

The tightness in his abdomen starts to get too much. He even struggles to keep up with his own thrusts, growing erratic with each push. Your body doesn’t help either, moulding so perfectly around him, squeezing each time he presses against that spot he knows all too well.

“Come with me baby- fuck-“ The words tumble out of Katsuki. “Come with me Angel.”

You reply only with the frantic nods of your head, arms wrapping tighter around him, legs doing the same. Not only does your heat embrace him, but your entire form does too. It’s too much.

The two of you break.

With skin pressed so close, unable to tell where he ends and you start, you both come with shattering pleasure. It ripples between you, like a pebble dropped in water, stretching out your orgasms till you shake and cry.

His arms wrap around you, comforting, protective. You shiver in his hold, body jellied from everything, and he strokes your hair out your face, soothing with each touch.

“You okay-” he croaks, throat groggy. “Baby, talk to me?”

You only nod, but he wants to hear you so he pulls himself off and switches your positions. Rested on his chest, he cups your chin and forces you to look at him. Your eyes are watery and your smile is shaky, but he knows as much as you, you’re in nothing but bliss.

“I’m okay,” you mumble into his chest. “Liked it… a lot.”

“So, the gentle stuff huh?” He speaks, a little guiltily. If he knew how good it would be to take his time with you, he’d have done it a million times before.

You breathe out a little laugh. “I like anything.” He can feel your smile against his skin. “As long as it’s you.”

“Fuckin’ sap,” huffing, he turns, unable to keep the sickly smile off his face. “So fucking sappy.”

“I love you.” You’re unrestrained with your words, too sleepy to care.

Katsuki softens, then presses a kiss to your forehead. He whispers his own confessions and closes his eyes.

He knows soon you’ll feel too sticky to stay comfortable, to hot to be in bed- but for now, with you on his chest, he lets himself rest.

This is my third time posting, if it don’t work I’m exploding myself into a billion pieces.

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