#whichever way it is if you want it public you can do that yourself instead of relying on someone who has zero interest in doing so

[viledevilcunt]

anon if that was meant to be scathing or a slam dunk insult i've heard worse from my parents and psychiatrists

[ksmline]

star [bang chan x reader]

you first catch sight of chan at an award show, and you just have to have him.

pairing: stray kids bang chan x female!reader

info/warnings: NSFW!!, reader is an actress but it kind of unintentionally ends up becoming irrelevant to the smut part. porn without plot, inconsistent writing style, kind of rushed, GENDERED TERMS (pretty girl, etc), unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

it's my first time writing smut so if you're reading this you're just going to have to forgive me.

i only want ADULTS who are 18+ interacting with this post. any minors interacting with this post or following this blog WILL promptly be blocked.

never in your life have you drooled over a man like this. you’re used to people drooling over you— the super hot, super successful mega star actress with a face card so lethal it could kill a person. as such, you’ve never really had to do much of anything at all to get guys you’re interested in. they flock to you like moths to a flame.

this is why you’re in a dilemma now, standing next to this fucking hunk of a man at some award show you don’t even remember the purpose of. you’ve only been able to steal so many glances through your peripheral vision, at the risk of alerting your hyper vigilant fans, but it’s more than enough to send a heat rushing between your legs. the slope of his nose, his pretty pink lips, the expanse of his chest peeking through his loose silk shirt, the veins on his hands … he turns around to say something to his teammate (the blonde haired doe eyed pretty boy with the freckles), and you catch his accent. fucking hell. you want this man. you hunger for this man.

you hear the blonde guy say his name. chan. you don’t think you’ll get to use it tonight; as confident and extroverted as you usually are, chan has sent you into this helpless haze where even if somebody were to say hi to you it’d cause your entire system to malfunction and shut down. you want him to like you so bad. you want him to think you’re pretty and hot and sexy and tell you the things you hear all the time anyway but in a much more intimate way with that sexy accent of his. you want him to take you to bed and have you whichever way he pleases.

you can feel how red your ears are, and you couldn’t have been more glad that your hair is styled down right now. you don’t even know what’s more embarrassing, the fact that you are this horny for a stranger in public, or this girlish, childish crush on him that you developed in under the five minutes that you guys have been standing next to each other. at this point, all you really can do is wait for this whole thing to be over so you can go back home, search his name online, finger yourself to the first video of him you see, and then try to fall asleep and will him away from your thoughts. it’s not like you’ll see him again after tonight. right?

anywho, you somehow make it through the event. it’s mostly thanks to the management reseating the attendees for whatever reason, and chan being at a safer distance from you, but you give yourself a pat on the back regardless. for someone who’s only come to grapple with the concept of having a crush instead of being someone else’s for once just an hour ago, you’ve handled it quite well. as discreetly as you can with a million cameras flashing in your face, anyway.

the show’s over now, and nearly all the celebrities are gone. chan and his group fell back so they could say bye to their fans, but now security’s shooing the last of them out. your team makes to usher you out to your car, and you watch (more comfortably now that your fans are out of the picture) as the stray kids boys begin to file into their vans too. you stare at chan’s back as he hurries behind them, a regretful yearning oozing from your eyes.

your manager is quick to catch on, a devilish smile beginning to play on her lips. you turn around, about to disagree with whatever’s about to come out of her mouth, and— fuck, fuck, fuck.

chan’s coming back. he’s coming back and he’s headed towards you. you don’t even know if he’s going to approach you or walk past you, maybe to go get something he forgot, but you start panicking anyway, eyes darting all over the place to avoid meeting his. christ, you’ve never been such a mess before, especially for a guy. you don’t have time to ponder this now, because chan’s standing in front of you, leaving you to take him in in all his glory. 

you say a quick word to your manager, something about meeting up with her by the car later, and the team disperses. it then takes everything in you to pull yourself together and channel your collected, professional actress disposition before facing chan properly.

 “hi there.” you flash him your best smile. “can i help you?”

“fucking hell,” chan curses, pushing you against the hotel door as he holds your leg straddled around his waist. you keep your mouth on his, pulling your dress up and around your hips. your wet panties grind against his clothed bulge, and he lets out the horniest, most pornographic moan into your mouth. you take this as your cue to finally reach down between you and touch him, palming his bulge. you’re just about to unzip his fly, before he pulls away. 

you must look confused, hurt almost, because he reaches out to caress your cheek with a gentleness that contrasts literally everything you guys have been doing so far. “not like this, baby. properly.” and then he makes you straddle him tighter, carrying you to the bed and laying you down. then he kisses you again, all soft and wet. his hand disappears beneath your dress, stroking your pussy. you lean into him, mouth falling open in much awaited relief. he keeps talking. “need to make you feel good, too.”

and that he does. just as you feel like you could cum just from this, chan pulls his hand away, and proceeds to spread your legs out as much as he can. then he falls back over you, pulling your dress down just enough for your tits to pop out fully. his eyes glaze over. you look divine; baring your wet panties to him, breasts so round and soft and perfect. he licks his fingers before using them to play with your now hard nipple.

“you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” chan fondles your boobs, patting them gently so they jiggle. you jerk, only being able to nod in your sex hungry state. “i tried so hard to keep from getting hard at the award show. could only think of you and these pretty, round tits.” 

you grab his wrist and shove it inside your panties, using it to get yourself off. “was so wet for you, chan.” your eyes roll back. “the entire award show. i was this wet for you. see? feel. i was— ah, fuck— so wet … almost— almost gave in and t-touched myself in front of everyone. i was— i was so embarrassed, channie.”

“oh my god. fucking hell, me too, baby.” he’s palming his bulge again, touching himself to your words. “kept thinking about what you were hiding under this slutty fucking dress. wanted to see all of you. wanted to see these big, fat tits, and this dripping wet pussy.”

you cum all over his hand, eyes glassy and mouth open. usually, you’d be embarrassed. but not with chan. you feel so naughty, this feels so wrong but you still feel more aroused than you’ve ever been with any man. you show him his hand, all wet with your slick. “look, channie.”

“i’m looking, honey.” he uses his wet hand, rubbing your cum onto your nipples. “can you show me more of you? if that’s okay?” you nod. “good girl.”

chan finally takes off your sopping wet panties, exposing your clit to him, shining with your juices. he pulls you to sit up, reaching over to rearrange you so you’re on all fours. “there we go, pretty girl.” he runs his index finger through your folds, marveling at how much you came. then he presses his tongue to your pussy, licking and sucking at it before adding his fingers to the mix.

“oh, fuck. chan, ah—” 

he brings you to your breaking point once more, before pulling away to unbuckle his pants. he uses the tip of cock and rubs it against your pussy as he strokes himself, both of you moaning like never before.

when he finally enters you, it feels like you’ve ascended. you’ve never taken a cock as big as chan’s before. fuck, you feel so full. he’s a fucking menace, reaching a hand in front to continue rubbing your clit throughout, the other hand fondling your bouncing breasts. this, plus the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin is more than enough to bring you over the edge. 

chan pulls out, pushing you back on to your back. he continues pumping himself with his hand, before cumming all over your pussy with a loud, relieved groan. then he collapses beside you, entire body flushed red as he pants audibly. 

he looks pretty like this, too, you think, and then marvel at how far gone you are. you lean into his warmth, and hesitate before finally reaching out to hold his hand. he’s still for a moment, and you’re about to shyly retract from him before he grabs your hand properly and kisses it with the biggest grin on his face. you’ll figure out your situation in the morning, but right now you’re more than happy to stay with him like this, even more so when he pulls you deeper into him and cradles you gently, letting you fall asleep as he rubs your back.

[palmtreesx3]

Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You're always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it's just too much? What if this time you've had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?

(3k) Warnings: 18+ Smut okay? Failed dating, angsty friendship, jealousy, unfaithful/cheating adjacent, physical altercation, female fingering, public hookup 

Just a wee one-shot after someone (🧱) had to come in my inbox and talk about being jealous and defensive about Stevie instead of the other way around.

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Steve's an honest to god, good fucking guy, so it should be no surprise to you when you find out he gave Heather a ride home after her car broke down outside of Family Video. He doesn't even do it for the praise - not anymore at least - which makes it all the more infuriating. 

Watching her jump out of his car. You roll your eyes at how she maneuvers just the right way so that her hair literally bounces when she giggles. The way she has her arms crossed in front of her, hands clasped - innocent enough - but you clock how she bats her eyes a little more than necessary and how her arms dig into her sides, pressing her tits up just a little more out of her dress than before. 

It's enough to gag. 

He sees you staring, eyes locked on her all the way from his driveway. Gives you a wave from across the street and you wave back. Can you wave sarcastically? If it's possible, you just did it. Giving him a thumbs up, he narrows his eyes at you before turning to go inside his house. 

Later at the house party you find yourself at that night, you're 3 beers in when you stumble into the kitchen. She's there hanging all over him. Trying hard to get him to cash in on a thank you for that favor earlier. Steve's not leaning into her, but he's not pulling away either. He's holding back, but the look on his face is hopeful and the smile on his lips is actually goddamn genuine. 

You know he's been on endless dates lately, trying to find one girl that'll be enough, stick around for at least a few dates, be interested in more than just a fuck. He recounts every one of them for you and Robin in excruciating detail. And then lingers and festers in the details of how it went wrong for twice as long. Self deprecating commentary that is nowhere near the truth and you can't bear to hear one more time will bring up the rear. 

So Heather fawning all over him tonight because he carted her off in his chariot in her moment of need sounded just about right. As did the slug trail of his broken, bleeding, lovelorn heart that was bound to show up after she stopped calling, was always busy, or just flat out told him she was done with him. Whichever it was gonna be this time, you already saw the writing on the wall. 

You're quick to move to the counter, right next to where they stand, and slam down a shot glass, filling it to the brim with whatever amber liquid you reached for first. When Steve reaches out to make sure you're okay.. suggest you slow down even, he touches your hand to stop you and you're taken aback by the shudder that runs up your body at his touch. You look at him, and then over to her and all you snap out is some comment about how you're just pre-medicating. When this blows up in your face I want to be ready. You gesture between the pair. 

You're not sure why you're being so mean today. Sure you're sick of the same old song and dance with him, but today you're angry about it and that's…new. She doesn't even notice your little outburst, fingers aimlessly toying with the tufts of hair brushing his neck while she stares off into the distance of the party. Steve, however, notices and is left to wonder why you're being such a bitch about it tonight. Wonders if your problem was with him… or Heather. 

Another hour later you're leaning against the brick of the house out back, hot cigarette held between your fingers, smoke billowing in the air around you. The sickly sweet sounds of a giggle coming from between the hydrangeas caught your ear. A giggle straight from the mouth of that blonde haired bimbo you could pinpoint from a mile away. It sucker punched you in the gut knowing how this was going to all go, and the disgusting slurping sounds of her tongue down Steve Harrington's throat just a few feet away made your eyes roll. 

Here we go. 

Making sure you loudly push through the opening in the bushes, full with browning gloves of delicate petals, you scoff at the sight of the back of Heather's head, lips now tucked into the crook of his neck.

Jason's neck. 

Not Steve's. 

There's absolutely no reason for you to do what you do next. Not one that makes logical sense, really. Because you open your mouth and can not help but tell Heather where to stick it. You call her a few names, some of them not very pretty, before turning on your heel and swinging the sliding door open to go back inside. 

Your mild annoyance with Heather's antics is suddenly festering into a blind, boiling rage, which made the fact that she decided to follow you a really, really bad one. 

What is your problem? She asks me. 

And at first you don't know what it is. Sure she's acting like a sloppy girl throwing herself on Steve…or apparently anyone who might just fuck her even more stupid than she already is. But she's not the first girl you know to act like that. Not the first or the last Hawkins Hot Shot who thinks they're too pretty for this hometown. 

But then the words spew out and it's pretty clear why there's a fire lit inside you. Each step closer you get to Heather you're giving her hell.

My problem? What's yours? I'm so damn sick and tired of girls like you acting like this. 

Girls like me? What does that mean, huh? 

Yeah, like what? You wonder to yourself. 

Like Steve is some fucking goddamn pet that you can lead around on a leash. Pet when you want something. Tie up when you don't.

Oh. 

You're just another one of these stupid fucking girls. It's disgusting how you treat him. Disgusting, you know that?

You continue on with a drunken dissertation about how Steve Harrington deserves more than these stupid vapid girls and how not one of them deserved him. 

There's a small crowd growing, drawn to your loud voice and colorful language. And she's clearly tired of the show. Never really caring all that much about Steve, more about the hookup, now that she's got Jason in her grip Steve is an afterthought. 

Until he's standing right in front of her.

Heather. He says. Big brown doe eyes looking sad and disappointed… again. Makes your gut fucking churn. 

Pushing your way through the crowded living room you're out the front door before you know it, not wanting to stick around to hear whatever she had to say to him. You didn’t want to watch his face fall and realize it’s over before it even started

Leaning against the first car you see, you tisk your tongue as you realize that the one you landed on was his. Has to be, doesn't it? 

There's an odd silence there.The thick sounds of the music muffled by the walls of the house are there, but you pay them no mind. There’s squeals and drunk laughter and chanting, but they all feel so distant. It’s a silence that doesn’t actually exist. One you created. But then, what does crack through your bubble - the thing that breaks the silence…

What you said… did you mean that? 

You don't even look up. You nod your head. You explain that you're sick of it. Sick of hearing about all of these girls walking all over the nicest guy you know. Sick of the games they play. Sick. You didn’t look up from your shoes once. 

It's fine. Really. I deserve it. I used to be no better than them. 

Shut the fuck up, already! Don't you say that. 

Maybe. Maybe that's true. You demand that he stop beating himself up. Punishing himself for something - someone - who's been dead and long gone for years. You tell him how you can't stand these girls making a mockery of him when he's genuinely trying. Tell him how you're gonna fuck up the next one that thinks it's all a game. 

Shit. Well .. thats …  

What? Confusion clouds your brain. Not sure what he's trying to say. 

Steve. I just don't want anything to hurt you. Not a demodog… or a stupid girl. It's always the same and I'm sick of seeing you think you deserve it. Like, sometimes I think you fuckin do this on purpose to yourself. 

What do I deserve then, huh? What am I supposed to do? Because I don’t fuckin' know.

Steve…just stop it. You scoff. 

Gravel is kicked up behind you and the footsteps you hear are drawing closer to you, a smarmy and whiney voice comes out to greet you Well well well, thanks for that show in there.

Jason, I swear to God, you need to keep it moving. Fists curling at your sides without a thought. 

Didn’t know you got this little thing to fight your battles for you now, Harrington. Real cute. Total fall from grace, huh?

You’re on him quicker than he knows what to do. The last thing he expected was for you to wind up and clock him dead in the face. Jason falls backwards a few steps stumbling as he grabs at his face, covering the tender spot where you knocked him, the left side of his nose and just below the eye. He's not bleeding, per say. But you take note of the deep purple stain already pooling in the dip of his eye socket, so you know that mother fucker is gonna feel it for weeks. 

He doesn't need me to fight his battles, Jason. You say his name dripping with sarcasm. 

Then why'd ya punch me, you bitch? Sure looks like it. 

You hear him step forward. You just know the tense look in Steve's face and the way his jaw is set and clenched without even turning around. You know the blind rage he gets when he feels like he needs to defend one of his friends - someone he cares about. You're certain the muscles in his lips are ticking and twitching with anger. And you don't have time for his theatrics tonight. You've had enough of it already, so you reach your hand out and backwards, stopping him by his chest so he stops his advance. 

Instead you step forward. Not scared in the least of Jason fuckin' Carver and his buttercup yellow polo shirt. You smirk as you see a drop of crimson blood has fallen from the tip of his nose and onto its front, just knowing how he's going to have to ask his Mommy to get the stain out for him. 

I punched you because you're annoying me. Your face is stupid, you talk too much and you don't know when to mind your own goddamn business. Where's Heather anyway? You two are perfect for one another. 

You turn on your heels and walk to the other side of Steve's car, leaning against the side and not looking back at Jason and his idiot stuck up friends as they stumble down the neighborhood road away from the party.

Steve comes around the back of the car, looking at you. He hasn't said a word, so that's been great. Probably thinks you're certified insane tonight with the way things are going. 

Steve, I'm good. Jason is clearly not an issue anymore. You should go find Heather - 

But you're cut off before you can finish, because in a few long strides he's in front of you, grabbing at your shoulders to bring your eyes up to his. Telling you how it's hot when you defend his honor. 6. Talking about how hot it was when you were looking at him all jealous of another girl's attention and affection. About how he never noticed it before but now it makes so much sense. 

I don't do that. I didn't - 

Now it's his turn to scoff. 

You ask him what's so funny? And he literally doesn't answer you, just laughs some more with a shake of his head. Eyes roaming around your surroundings. He hasn't moved away from where he's standing in front of you. Somehow HE looks annoyed with YOU now and you're ready to pick a fight about it. 

Instead, all of the air is stolen from your lungs when Steve Harrington leans down and crashes his lips onto yours.

What was that for? You shove him back a little, but his feet are planted and he doesn't budge. 

The smile turning up the corner of his lips is irritating. Irritating because you don't know why he's smiling, but doubly so because it is really fucking cute. Oh nothing, just wanted to show my girl how much I appreciate her. 

Your girl? Steve, you are sorely mistaken. Did you hit your head? Heather is -.

Honey. Stop. Let's not do this.

He argues with you. Tells you how it all makes so much sense. About how none of the girls are you, so of course they didn't work. About how of course you're frustrated and feel protective. About how those dagger eyes you were wielding all night were, in fact, jealousy. Because you both feel the same way and neither was smart enough to notice. 

I'm done with Heather, honey. I'm done with all the Heathers. He waves his hand at the house party, still booming with noise and energy, but only focused on you.

The feverous press of his lips back on yours happens before you can even process what he's said. Pressed against the side of his car, his hands quickly slide up your side, finding a warm and comfortable home under the hem of your sweater. Cold fingertips dancing up your sides, thumbs squeezing where it's soft and dips into your tummy, knee sliding between your legs all in one smooth motion. 

He pulls his lips away to look at you, both of you panting deep breaths, chests rising and falling and eyes darting around one another's faces, trying to process what's unfolding for you both right now. 

Sorry. 

He huffs out an apology. Says he shouldn't have. Says he wasn't thinking. Says he's never thinking straight. Goes to pull away. 

You grab his wrist as he tries to retreat.

They're all fuckin' stupid. Steve, they're all stupid. I've been telling you every time. Every single goddamn time. 

He looks back at you, still unsure. Eyes a little sad - wavering. Guard down further than you've seen it in years. 

And if any one of them got their head out of their asses, they'd have been so fuckin' lucky. 

He goes to speak before you stop him - Don't. Don't say it. Don't do that bullshit again. Just … 

Back against the side of the BMW he's pressed into you tightly. Hands wrapped around your hips, fingertips digging into the denim covering your ass as he squeezes. It really was like… the hottest fuckin' thing to watch you punch Jason Carver… for me. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles where they're sure to be sore tomorrow. 

Can I say thank you? 

He asks you with pleading eyes. You ask him Didn't you just say it? He shakes his head. Tells you that's not how he wants to say it. Tells you that's not what he means. That he wants to show you instead. 

And once you nod your head at him, theres no time for anything. No time for thinking, moving, rational decision making. Because you're just there, in between Steve's car and some janky van parked next to it, as he's tugging at your button, crooking his fingers in your belt loops, making it just so he can slide his hand inside your underwear and maneuver his fingers to your core. 

He's so fuckin' gentle it makes your head spin. Featherlight touches around you, gently playing with the folds and petals of your lips, a slippery waltz on and around your clit, dancing with his fingertip. Eyelashes fluttering with your head tilted back and resting on his car door, unable to formulate words or phrases or noises - rendered utterly frozen and useless..

What stupid fucking assholes. Those girls took a pass on this? On this boy who just wants someone to be with. On all this care, and attention and - oh my God. 

You're pulled from your blissful thoughts by a deep pressure, a fullness you didn't expect from Steve's long and thick fingers entering you briskly. Mouth open and gasping at the twist and turns of them until he finds a spot that makes you twitch, a spot he likes. A juxtaposition to those gentle caresses, he's driving his fingers deep into your pussy now, reaching and rubbing. 

Still soft and careful but deep and forefull. He's not driving his fingers into you like the last guy who used his hand like a jackhammer. No, Steve is caressing your pussy and following through with a deep roll of his fingers on the upswing. Pushing back, pushing upwards, making your hips buck up towards him uncontrollably. You cry out when he scissors his fingers just a bit and then follows up with the quick addition of a third finger.

As abruptly as he's inside, he's back out again, rubbing and circling over you with his four, flat fingers, satisfying pressure on your clit making you forget about how you missed them being inside you for just a moment.

Shit, Steve…I-  someone's gonna see.

Let them. Fuck… let them. I hope they do. Then they'll know. 

Slipping those fingers right back inside, slick and squelching, toying with you, making you suck all of the air out of the world around you, he brings himself right next to your ear, pressed up against you. Cheek to cheek. You feel the muscles on his forearm tensing and flexing as he pumps into you ruthlessly. White hot pleasure swirling deep in your stomach, staccato breaths brushing past his ear, eyes squeezed shut your orgasm ripples through your body - tummy to toes, tingling running up your spine and back down again as you exhale from a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He hasn't pulled away yet. Hadn't looked at you. Fingers still inside, palm pressed up against the car just beside your face as he whispers They'll know I'm done with them now. Cause I've always had you. 

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

do you have any advice for writing long fics/series??? I have so many I've been wanting to write but the last times I've tried I always lost motivation, so now I'm scared to try 😭

Ohhh, been there. Okay, so I've done it two different ways, and odds are high that you've only tried one, so maybe whichever you haven't done before, do the other?

Method 1: Write it all, then post one chapter at a time only once complete. That's how I wrote my early multi-chapter series. I was so worried I'd get bored or stuck and bail before I did what I wanted to do, I made sure all of my chapters were written before I posted anything. If you're addicted to the serotonin of feedback, that's fine, find a writing buddy who will read your WIP so you're still getting some of that spark along the way, but don't put up anything public until you're all done and ready to rock and roll.

Side note: This is also a pretty good way to build a bit of a following on AO3. If you promise people up front that everything IS done and written and it WILL finish and you give them a regular posting schedule—a chapter every Tuesday or whatever—they'll subscribe and happily follow along because there's no risk. Short of you getting hit by a bus or something, I guess.

Method 2: If, however, you've tried the above and that's where you're getting stuck, do the opposite. Maybe sketch out some rough notes to yourself on where you want to end up with the fic, just so you know you're heading in the right direction, but then let go of the need for control a little and post as you go along. That's what I had to do for my two biggest fics because they took literal years. Actual literal years, plural. The fear of leaving things dangling might be more motivating than you realize.

Some things to remember:

It's okay to start small. Like, it's tempting to dive right into a mega-sprawling epic of a fic with 100 chapters or whatever, but it's also okay to... not... do that. Try a fic with a few chapters instead. Build that muscle. Get used to writing beyond oneshots. Pre-built structures like 5+1 might help you build that muscle as well.

Sometimes you just gotta... do it. Like, that sucks, I know, it would be nice if there were an easy trick, believe me. Like, the fic I am procrastinating on is not a long one, but it's kicking my butt and it's so frustrating. But I'm getting it done a literal line at a time—for every ask I answer, I make myself hop over into my doc and write another line. Some nights I'm literally messaging Audrey like "I just want to get one sentence done before bed." And I stack one sentence after another until it's done.

It's okay to procrastinate a little. Emphasis on little. It sounds like you get stuck, procrastinate some, then don't stop procrastinating, but it's okay to give yourself a little break. My two biggest fics spawned so many other fics because I would hop from the chapter I would be working on to my distraction fic... until I needed to be distracted from that fic and then my chapter was the distraction!

It's also okay to combine the above methods. For Nature and Nurture, my first big fic, I used Method 2 allllll the way up to, like, the last three chapters or so. I was so scared of fumbling it all at the end that I switched to Method 1 for the last chunk, made myself write it ALL, and didn't post anything else until it was all written.

You can do it!!

[familyabolisher]

how do you read so much? my yearly goal is 30 books and even that is a struggle. i’d appreciate any tips!

i don’t have a life <3 sincerely though, a few things that helped me:

listening to audiobooks – obviously ymmv on this one, i personally find it a lot harder to absorb and retain information through audiobooks so i tend to save them for rereads, but if you spend a lot of time walking/commuting/doing other such tasks where you might have headphones in then audiobooks are great. (i worked as a cleaner up until the end of october this year and used to listen to audiobooks + podcasts all through my shifts, which definitely like substantially boosted the number of books i got through lol)

keeping a list of what you’ve read and what you want to read, including planning out the, say, five or so books you plan to read next – i find this always motivates me to get through my current books + makes me more likely to look forward to the next ones, which makes me want to read them more, which makes me read them faster, etc.

keeping a note of what you think of a book when you’re done with it – often i’m motivated to finish books sheerly for the sake of being able to write down & make sense of all the thoughts that i have simmering in my brain as i read it, be they good or bad. this is also great for developing a more engaged reading practice (which imo is far more important than just reading ‘more’); as you become a more engaged reader, you’ll get more out of reading & feel motivated to do it more often. rather than reading for the sake of reading, having an active + engaged relationship with texts will hopefully make the process an enjoyable one. reading should be a hobby rather than a chore!!

seems obvious, but, try and develop a good feel for what sorts of books you actually enjoy and want to revisit, and try not to subscribe too hard to intellectual hierarchies or an insistence that you ‘should’ be reading one form of text over another. as i said above, you’ll read more if you enjoy reading and feel engaged by a text (and, like, reading should be something you do for the enjoyment lol); try not to subscribe too rigidly to a sense that you ‘ought’ to read particular books and instead pay attention to what interests you personally. obviously challenging yourself and pushing beyond your comfort zone is also a good practice to cultivate, but if you’re working your way through a list of, say, canonical literature, and not finding yourself engaged by any of it, and then wondering why you don’t feel motivated to read very often, it might be worthwhile to look elsewhere. (& the impetus to challenge yourself is, in my experience, one that comes in time, with the prerequisite enjoyment of books.)

get books on your phone!! can’t recommend it enough! gamechanger! download some epubs or pdfs, whichever format you prefer (personally i use epubs and read them in the google books app because i find that a lot more readable than pdfs) and read a couple of pages at a time instead of scrolling through social media.

similarly, taking books out with me when i leave the house – i can read on public transport, waiting at a bus stop, in a coffee shop, wherever, even if it’s just like 2 or 3 pages at a time.

having a consistent time at which you read every day, like, say, half an hour before bed; also, set this to a relatively low amount so that you’re likely to do it even on busy or low-energy days. reading X amount at Y time as a habit means that even if you don’t read at all for the rest of the day, you’ll still get in, like, ten or so pages in that window. 

all in all i would say it’s more important to learn to read carefully and thoughtfully than to try and read as many books as possible, but hopefully this is helpful in developing a consistent habit!

[therealeagal]

Thoughts on: the end justifies the means

Decide for yourselves whether my words have value or if they are naught but the ravings of a madman.

Whichever you decide, don't @ me, bro. I'm not here to debate. Just to pontificate.

Let's begin.

Does the end truly justify the means? In other words, if the goal is something "desirable" and "good", might we engage in methods that are otherwise deemed "undesirable" and "bad"?

If you want to be a superhero who fights the bad guys and doesn't afraid of anything, but who also needs to have plausible deniability so that you can get at the villains in ways that the public doesn't need to know about, how acceptable is it to use your children as black ops agents and send them on dangerous missions where they might get murdered and dissected?

If you want to save a city, is it acceptable to sell your soul to a devil to do so?

If you want to bring your friend back to life, is it acceptable to threaten the life of a grievously injured girl so that the cat/human/ant hybrid that is healing her will instead heal your friend?

If you want to save your sister, how justified are you in using the power of a wish granting monster to threaten the lives of the rest of your family if they want to keep her locked away where the wish granting monster can't cause any collateral damage (the wish granting monster is possessing your sister)?

If you want to avenge your unjust imprisonment and/or your mother's murder many years down the line, how justified are you in using your magic water controlling powers on people who live in the same country as your captor and/or the murderer? What if the people you're using your magic water controlling powers on in this scenario also happen to work for a hostile military force?

If the leaders of the country next door shoot a few (dozen?) rockets at you, how justified is it to start killing their citizens? What if the other guys are using human shields? What if they're hiding in a hospital? Is it ok to blow up the hospital to get at the terrorists? Perhaps you can put an embargo on aid - food and water and medical supplies and stuff and junk - to the city where most of the combat is taking place. I don't know, just spitballing.

If a country is being an asshole and you want to end a war without having to accept any conditions for their surrender, is it acceptable to, say, drop a nuclear bomb on two of its cities?

What's the maximum amount of children that need to die to insure eternal world peace and happiness for all for all of eternity until the heat death of the universe before it becomes too many?

So does the ends justify the means? Does it? Does it really? Really really? Really really really? Really really really really? Really really really really really? Really really really really really really really? I could go on, but I won't.

Well, if you were to ask me, I'd say that the answer is an extremely qualified yes. The end very much does justify the means. You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, after all.

Kill your family to save your sister and the wish granting monster. Your family are assassins anyway. Fuck them.

Use your children as black ops agents. You're already a vigilante. What's one more crime on top if it means the bad guy can't sell out the human race to aliens?

Use your magic water controlling powers as much or as little as you desire, on anyone and everyone who so little as looks at you funny until you and no one but you yourself judge your vengeance to be well and truly wrought. You are the moral pillar of your friend group. If you're doing it it by definition can't be wrong. Like automatically.

But the yes is qualified. Meaning it has conditions to be met before it counts as yes. Let's really low ball it and say there are only two conditions to discuss in determining whether it counts:

1: Are we talking in terms of the idealistic or the practical?

Idealistically, no. Idealistically, there is right, there is wrong and there is nothing in between. Doing wrong is always wrong, no exceptions, not now, not ever. Idealistically.

Practically speaking, yes. Obviously. The world's not black and white. How trite. I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.

Of course, that just recursively loops back to the subject of qualifications, so make of it what you will.

-> Give you an example. Murder. How justified is murder? What if it is carried out by a train full of people on one man, who then try to subsequently kill the man investigating the murder? What if the guy that was murdered was himself a murderer? What if he killed a little girl and got away with it?

Is that justice? I don't know. You tell me.

2: Is your justification sincere (irrespective of its validity) or are you, just for the sake of example, invading a country using the pretext of fighting terrorism that originated in a wholly different country - which fact literally everyone is fully aware of - in order to commandeer their valuable natural resources without having to pay for it?

So anyway, if your justification is sincere, then there can at least be some discussion. I mean, you're probably still wrong. But simply dismissing you out of hand is unproductive. If there's a chance, however small, that you might be swayed over to the right side of things, we owe it to everyone to take that chance. Give you an opportunity to own up to your mistakes.

But if it's the second one, then you'll land firmly in the "no slack" category, and you are disqualified from the yes forever.

Give you an example, that thing I said before about the rockets and the hospitals. Even if terrorists were hiding in the hospitals, I'm pretty sure that it's against international law to attack hospitals. And you're a smart cookie. Smart enough to know this fact. Conclusion, you're lying. You're lying about the terrorists. Or at best, you're not lying but otherwise just don't care about civilian casualties.

So you see, my children that life is full of interesting philosophical questions and in the pursuit of these questions I can pretend to be smarter than I am display just how incredibly brilliant I am.

Lo my mind is like unto the sun where the minds of humanity's greatest are but candles. You may worship me now.

[electricea]

From @thenihilistofthevoid ( Valentines Day Applications - Accepting! )

(I know they're dating but this is pretty much a yearly tradition)

your name: Saburo Kusanagi...

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic.

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Probably a night-in, somewhere pyjamas are acceptable attire, haha...

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Both. Both is nice.

What's your perfect date?: Movie and dinner, maybe a nice high-quality ramen restaurant, or one of those out of the way ones no-one knows about.

Would you cook for me?: I'll give it a go, hope you like spaghetti.

Would you let me cook for you?: For sure! I love cooking.

Can we make-out?: If you want to, I'm down for it.

Make out in private or in public?: Whichever you feel more comfortable with.

Do you like to cuddle?: Yeah, it's nice and Tokyo's getting colder...

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Depends on the weather, blankets can be nice.

Couch or bed?: Bed. More space to spread out, but couch is easier access to movies and games...

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Video games, manga, dungeons and dragons, tech... Oh, and swimming.

Tell me something about you no else knows: Vulcanus represents my belief in that we all shape our own destiny. With enough strength of purpose, a man can change fate itself.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: You're always honest to yourself. You don't put on an act for others, you say it how it is despite the criticism you might recieve... I admire that.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I do my best to be attentive. Showing up to all your track practice with a bottle of sports drink. I might not say the words much, but... I try to show love through my actions instead. Be it looking for ramen restaurants even you don't know about, to making you endless cups of instant ramen during those study sessions... I want to show you my love.

"Y'know Sab, even before we started dating all of those things were true about you - you always tried to look after me and did so many little things for you. You're a great guy and I don't know if I deserve you, but I'll happily accept you as my valentine,"

[sunstranded]

The ACTUAL xNTx Struggle

a blog from aff that I moved here

Okay so this isn't like my usual works that is either about me and my works or mamamoo this is a tangent about being an xNTx (ENTJ,ENTP,INTJ,INTP) whoever sees this tell me what you think or not, I don't really care I just want to rant.

Be advised, I am not basing anything I'm saying from the 16 personalities website with cute characters. I am basing all of what I am saying and also consider myself an INTJ based on cognitive functions by Carl Jung not the way 16 personalities website with 5 letters because they treat it as behavioral (which is wrong interpretation of MBTI tbf)

Now to my actual rant. First would be the stereotype NTs get. Stereotypes are fine when they're in comedic/satirical contexts but in the real world it sucks ass. It's not like MBTI that gives you a type to know yourself. Stereotypes reduce you into something that justifies prejudice against you. Typing yourself as whichever doesn't do that because it tells you you're understood, normal, and here's how you can work things out from people different from you. Stereotypes don't do that, only thing it does is either be funny or be a pain in the ass.

I should say, I am an INTJ but I never act like an INTJ fully when with other people. Even with my friends. There is only one person I never filter my INTJ self on and that person is an ENTP. ENTPs are one of the best and natural manipulators that I know do it out of convenience, curiosity, and not anything maliciously selfish and twisted. They're NT, obviously to me I'd see their reasoning to be logic-inclined or curiosity-based rather than "just felt like it."

Whenever I talk to this ENTP friend of mine I always feel great afterwards. It's because they get me and expound on the things I say in an NT way. To clarify, if you are reading this and aren't NT-type, what I meant is very abstract ideas played around in a logical way. So imagine an abstract concept like intrinsically valuable happiness then instead of going on and on about what makes YOU or PEOPLE happy, NTs would play around it with the question of: "what is intrinsically valuable?" rather than "what makes me happy?"

The thing I just mentioned by the way is the very reason I am the most private, loner, tight-lipped person in all actuality. Obviously if you follow me, see my A/Ns, my works, my feed, it doesn't feel like that. It feels like im an extrovert. Loud mouth full of random ass shit to say. I also interact with those who comment like I'm just all about the jokes. It's very unserious, unvillain-like, and inclined to feelings type of behavior. This is by the way, the reason why 16 personalities website is shit. I got ENFP there and from Cognitive Func ENFP is NeFiTeSi which, I am very much NOT. The behavior I have been describing when you follow me and see my works and feed is ESFP. Which is essentially the inner child/ aspirant version of an INTJ. ESFP are SeFiTeNi it is the reverse of INTJ's NiTeFiSe. I act and behave like an ESFP here because this is where I release my creative side. But I am NOT ESFP. I'm an INTJ presenting as ESFP so, I still to the core think like an INTJ. I just act like an ESFP.

With friends I hang out with, they also thought I was an ENFP (granted they didn't deep dive on Carl Jung as much as I did) but that assumption is still relevant to my point and the stereotype I am sick of that I keep getting as an NT. I had friends that straight up LEFT me despite 14 years of friendship because I was being such an NT. Aka the stereotype of UNFEELING, VILLAIN, EVIL, and straight up an ASSHOLE. I have received that IRL so much so I learned the NT struggle the hard way.

Actual NTs that are reading this will get what I mean. You can't be the honest rawest version of yourself in public. Because there are significantly less NT types than the others (SF, NF, ST) a lot of NT types in any setting, when they become their REAL selves, the version they are most comfortable to behave as, it's a painful what the fuck. It's always received as a cold, heartless, and inconsiderate to think, act, and speak like an NT type. 

I've mentioned how I've been treated by friends I've known for so fucking long. It takes time for NTs to warm up to anyone and show their trueselves because the way NTs depict their very real heavy emotions is weird. They're seen as very untrusting and emotionally empty but they arent. They feel. They feel things the same way everyone else does. They just don't act on them. They feel them even deny, but they won't act and use their feelings as reasons for what they do.

I never admitted this but man did it not only piss me off but kind of killed me inside when a friend I've had ever since forever walked away on me. On text too. Just upped and left. INTJs are masterminds, long-term planners, future-focused visionaries with executable ideas, but despite all that in the simplest sense, INTJs are problem-solvers. They will always seek out a problem with anything and give someone a solution AND THINK that they are being kind. So imagine you approach an INTJ with your poetry and they point out how you could use this to improve it or how you can change this word or ask you why this why that. TO THEM, that's how they would show they care. They imagine a problem where your idea won't work and give you a back up plan in case. Obviously they suck ass at deliverying it gently. So they sound like a critical condescending jackass. I learned that the hard way several types over and over because it didn't make sense to me. Until I realized that the way I view "showing my care and interest" isn't going to be the same for someone else. It sucks, but that's fine.

What I am sick of and tired of is every other type painting us (NT types) as JACKASSES when we just show how we care differently. People would rather assume and ask. It hurts my very soul to be at the end of a relationship BLINDSIGHTED that things were fine but they were getting sick of my behavior and how I show my care love etc. etc. Fucking communicate, don't wait for the last moment where everything is too late. It happened so much with me that I stopped acting like an INTJ to anyone I'm close unless I am 100% sure they're an NT type. If they aren't I get tired of hanging out with them but I still remain genuine with what I say, I just filter how I do it.

It's a pain in the ass struggle to keep doing because the world won't accept a conventionally smart "know-it-all" jackass that trips on even pavement. That's why I hate being called smart by the standards of society. That's why I absolutely resent being put in a higher pedestal because of how I think. It's just different. It isn't higher nor unattainable for others. It's just different. And I am FUCKING tired of having to bridge that differential gap with other types because I can understand and act without my feelings being the reason each time.

I wish the stereotype is deleted man. Fuck that shit. I hate it. It makes me cry inside when INTJs or ENTPs or ENTJs or INTPs are just reduced into smart robot unfeeling people. This idea and all of the things I said really really bleeds into my work. It bleeds into all the angst I've written. So much so that a lot of the angst don't feel like angst. Not because I don't feel and I can't make people feel but because the angst style I have is not focused on the character's feelings. Rather, what they are going through and how they deal with it. That's why ENTP characters under my angst don't act like ENTP. They act like the INTJ (the shadow function of ENTP) stereotype I've been labelled as. That's why ESTP characters act like INFJs (their aspirant function) when in love, giving and understanding to a fault. Idealistic in the long run but blindsighted by present logic and data. I haven't shared this part of the other angst I'm writing but the INTJ charac there acts like an ESFP (their aspirant function) because that's how INTJs tend to act when they're stressed. They grip to instant gratification that fulfills their internal beliefs personal feelings. ENTPs when stressed would be different but I personally prefer making them act like their shadow function wherein it's their last resort of solving a problem. ENTPs when acting like INTJs are hyperfocused on one thing and believe it despite outward realities. That's why they act like a victim sometimes or sometimes they erupt in and attack with logic.

But in reality NT types are the types that would fall head over heels, roll over the carpet, kneel and pray, when someone expounds their ideas in a way they prefer. ENTP and INTP prefer expounding them by different seemingly irrelevant ideas. INTJ and ENTJ prefer expounding them in a deducing or deep dive way. I only speak for myself on this one but when I talk to someone else I prefer INTP or ENTPs than ENTJs or INTJs it's mainly because having someone expound my deductions and deep dives is fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me more. TELL ME HOW WRONG I AM. (I will stop here omg lest this will turn NSFW real quick)

For the sake of actual coherence and brevity, let me summarize it all to 3 points. Honestly as much as I want this to be 5k words, I don't think people will have the patience for that.

1. The stereotype of UNFEELING, VILLAIN-LIKE, EVIL, CRITICAL and CONDESCENDING know-it-alls ENTJ, INTJ, ENTP, INTP types get reduced into being bleeds into how they get treated by anyone when they start acting like their raw and true selves without a "feelings" filter.

2. The treatment they get for being themselves forces them to feel unwelcomed despite having good intent, so most of them mask themselves and act like a different type completely. This also validates the other stereotype of them as scared of vulnerability or untrusting of others.

3. All NTs struggle with this in a different way but I think all INTJs will agree when I say the very thorn and achilles heel to all my Ni-long term plans are people. We can't control them, nor do we want to but it takes us more time to understand them because we want to understand them in a way that makes sense to our knowledge and beliefs. But man does it tire us to keep doing so, working more than everyone else just so that we don't get reduced to our stereotypes.

[liftwellnes]

Your Valentine’s Day Survival Guide

Has anyone else noticed that at the stroke of midnight Christmas Day, the store shelves seemingly burst into red, white and pink?! (That is, if you can even see the shelves through the jungle of oversized stuffed animals creating a literal zoo in aisle nine.) Blind cupid once again takes aim to shoot his arrow – “directly into our wallets!,” some cynics would say. Whether you feel Valentine’s Day is a commercialized holiday invented by the capitalistic machine, or you are a true romantic with emoji-esque hearts-in-eyes, Valentine’s Day will cause an increase in pressurized anxiety for most who remember its approach. Here are five strategies to manage your Valentine’s Day blues, jitters, or fears of disappointment, whichever the case may be.

1. Limit your time on social media.

Comparison is the thief of joy, and Instagram is a highlight reel. Many couples who are public about their relationship are already prepping their kitschy love-day posts, guaranteed to trigger an anxious (or nauseous!) response for all who view. Upon scrolling, you may begin to feel that your relationship (if you are in one) pales in comparison to the flames of their publicly declared passion. Or, if you’re single, you may begin to internalize your singledom as evidence of your unlovability. Put down the phone! Without a doubt, social media can be fun, but your time is better spent having your own fun than staring at your screen. Studies show that individuals in relationships post MORE about their paired status when the relationship is in disrepair. This does not mean that all posts are disingenuous, but you truly cannot know what the day-to-day experience of another individual is by their representation of their lives on social. So, remember that you can only live life through your own experience in the world, and spend your time coloring that experience with what brings YOU joy.

2. Discuss expectations ahead of time.

Communication is considered one of the seven elements of a healthy relationship. If you are in a relationship, DO communicate early and often with your partner well before Valentine’s Day to discuss plans, and be specific! Share whether you want to do gifts, and when. Decide what the price range should be on those gifts. Give hints! Set your partner up to succeed. Perhaps you wish to celebrate by having an experience, such as a couples massage, a special dinner, a hike, or a play. DO NOT wait until the last minute to share your expectations and make a plan. This will be a setup for feeling as though your partner doesn’t understand you. Partners are not intended to be mind readers, and we need to take responsibility for teaching our partners how to love us. This begins by sharing honestly what we like and don’t like. But, when sharing expectations, don’t forget to…

3. Be realistic!

Don’t be a sucker! Did you know that millennials spend 37% more than the rest of us on Valentine’s Day? The only right way to celebrate Valentine’s Day, if you choose to at all, is in a way that makes since to you and fits within your budget. Whether you’re in an intimate relationship or not, you do not want to bankrupt yourself on Valentine’s Day, right after paying off your Christmas credit card bill! When you make plans with your significant other, please do not confuse a costlier gift with a more meaningful one. Jewelry sparkles, but a price tag does not indicate your partner’s love. Gifts without meaning are empty, and when they can’t be afforded, can sabotage your long-term financial goals together. Keep in mind the things you really want in life in the big picture when planning your love day. If a big purchase is going to delay your down payment on your dream home together, you may want to celebrate with flowers, cards, and candy instead!

4. Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to be with an intimate partner!

Often Valentine’s Day is marketed in the context of intimate relationships, but there are so other ways to celebrate! Our therapy team is having a Galentine’s Day Party, complete with personal heart-shaped charcuterie boards, flowers, self-care swag, and customized chocolates. Consider having a friend themed Valentine’s Day celebration and gather your nearest and dearest. You can also celebrate with family members, maybe spoiling nieces or nephews with chocolate and heart-shaped notes on their door describing all that you love about them. We know some who volunteer their time on Valentine’s Day at a local animal shelter, showing love to fuzzy friends who need some TLC.

5. Have a self-care day!

Love can be shown to anyone that you care about, including, and most urgently, yourself! YOU are the most important relationship you will ever have. Whether you are in a romantic relationship or not, please do not miss this opportunity to give yourself some extra TLC. Some of our favorite self-love activities: take yourself out for a <3 latte, get to a gentle yoga class, read in front of a cozy fire or throw on your favorite movie, grab a bath bomb, write a love-letter to yourself in your journal, do a gratitude meditation, turn that phone to do not disturb! You deserve to take some time to yourself. Fill your own personal cup to overflowing, so that any extra love that comes in is simply a bonus!

A note for folks facing Valentine’s Day after heartache…

The first Valentine’s Day after heartbreak is always the hardest, but, did you know there are some unique opportunities to release some pent-up anger? Few show up for the broken-hearted club quite like the businesses that love revenge! “Cry me a cockroach” is a fundraising event for the San Antonio Zoo. For a donation, a cockroach is named after your ex and fed to the animals. Also, Hooters traditionally will offer a shredding of a photo for free wings! And finally, local animal shelters will name liter boxes after an ex! Whatever it is that will ease the pain, there is probably an activity sponsored by a local business to fit your needs.

In closing, no matter who or where you are, and what your romantic situation (or lack thereof!) is – and whether you are falling in, out, or in between love… we can ALL enjoy Valentine’s Day in whatever way works for us!

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[hom3landr]

#2 from the cuddle prompt list please!! 🖤

#2- getting the greatest feeling of safety from cuddling

She looks like you. That’s what burns the most. Looking at her is like looking in a funhouse mirror, the features just distorted enough that the reflection is an imitation instead of a copy. The bright flashes of the cameras do nothing to distinguish some kind of major difference that you could cling to. It was eerie and something you would find interesting if the coincidence wasn’t hanging off your boyfriend's arm.

Her name is Avalanche. She’s a newer supe on the scene, a possible hopeful for the Seven, and Vought’s shiny new toy to parade in front of the masses.  You can tell by the way this premiere is going that Vought has big plans for her. Your stomach sours at the way Ashley seems to push her towards Homelander at every opportunity. The paparazzi keep begging them for pictures together and acid begins to rise in your throat when Homelander wraps his arm around her waist to pull her closer. (You can’t bear to think of him as John right now. Your John wouldn’t do this…would he?)

You know it’s PR bullshit. It’s Vought manufacturing a possible romance that they can cash in on later if the reaction is positive. You aren’t public with Homelander, something you insisted on because you didn’t want Vought’s fingers digging into this beautiful, fragile, precious thing that you’d found. You feel like a fucking idiot now. Of course, it’s not like Vought would care even if they knew.  Whichever relationship made them the most money is the relationship they wanted him to have. Some part of you wonders which he’d choose if he had the option. Would he choose a weak human like you? Or would he choose the supe who looks like you? Why wouldn’t he choose the supe who could keep up with him, who he wouldn’t have to hold back with, who was strong and powerful?

Avalanche raises her hands and the crowd loses their fucking minds when snow begins to gently fall from the sky. The flakes catch in Homelander’s hair and they look so disgustingly romantic in this false winter wonderland. You aren’t a jealous person. You take his fame in stride and when fangirls swarm him for selfies and bat their eyelashes, you just shrug. Sometimes you play up the illusion of jealousy because Homelander enjoys feeling wanted but you know that they aren’t true competition. 

This is different. This feeling burns raw in your chest and your throat stings from the thick black smoke of your misery. They look so picture perfect and the gathered crowd seems to agree. He leans in to kiss her cheek and you can’t take it anymore. Unshed tears sting at the corners of your eyes and you tuck your tail between your legs and run. You don’t want him to smell the salt from your tears. You don’t think you can bear his exasperation when he has to abandon his adoring public to coddle his weak human girlfriend. You push your way through the throng of people until you escape the light and noise. You find a dark alley that is blessedly silent. You pray you are far enough away that you can release the valve of your emotion and scream at the wall without him picking up on the sound over the roar of the crowd.

You don’t blame him honestly. You are upset, there’s no denying that, but you know he can’t help himself when he’s in the spotlight. He loathes it as much as he adores it. He needs it as much as it rips him apart. He’ll play whatever part Vought wants him to play before coming home to you and melting into the soft reality of your touch. It’s never been easy with him but you’ve also never felt so completely and utterly needed. So despite the ache in your soul, you’ll go back to that stupid premiere once your tears are dry.

You let out a few weak sniffles as you attempt to compose yourself. You wipe off your wet cheeks with your thumb. You don’t notice the dark figure that makes its way towards you from the other end of the alley. You aren’t a supe with heightened senses after all. Isn’t that the crux of the problem?

Pain flares throughout your body when you are shoved against the wall, your head knocking sharply against the brick. You try to scream, desperately hoping now that Homelander can hear your cries. A hand clad in black leather clamps itself over your mouth before any noise can escape. You struggle but you aren’t strong enough to pull away. You loathe it. How weak you are. She wouldn’t need anyone to save her. You don’t need super senses to smell the stink of fear coming off your body. The thief’s other hand fumbles with your clothes, searching for any hidden valuables until suddenly there’s a flash of heat and the scent of burnt flesh. In that moment you know you are safe, and you resent the fact that you needed saving as much as you are desperately grateful.

You look at the smoldering corpse behind you and you can’t help but shudder at the carnage. You can already tell that Homelander is furious. He’s angry at the man most of all but also at you for wandering off. This wouldn’t have happened if you had just stayed where he could keep an eye on you. Now, he’s going to have to endure Ashley’s inane chatter about his sudden departure as though she had any control over what he decided to do. You’re still shaking from the encounter and you can already feel your eyes welling up as he points a finger at you as though you are a disobedient child. It’s always a toss up as to whether tears will disarm him. He dislikes crying caused unintentionally, he prefers you soft and happy. However, when he feels that you deserve it, you could weep till you were sick and he would remain unmoved until he felt you had been properly chastised. Then he would sweep in to comfort you and expect you to immediately melt into him. 

You fully expect for this to be one of the latter instances. You expect a lecture, a snide “What did you expect?” Instead he seems to deflate for a second. His stare intensifies and you know he’s scanning for any damage that lowlife may have done to you. While he considers emotional pain to be necessary sometimes to keep you in line, he despises seeing any physical harm done to your body. As much as he delights in the fragility of humans when compared to him, he’s all too aware of how easily that fact could take you away from him. You needed him to protect you. 

“I’m taking you home, darling” His tongue curls around the pet name and it sounds like a threat. You flinch. You haven’t gotten over the sting of jealousy and you can’t help but mentally compare yourself to her once more. Your head throbs but the pain is minuscule compared to the tightness in your chest. You nod and let him gather you firmly against his chest before shooting off into the sky.

Once he’s deposited you at his penthouse and he’s convinced that you are out of harm's way, some of the tension leaves his shoulders. He grabs your chin in his hand firmly and gives a little shake.

“Stay!” He orders, as though you are a dog. He intends to go back to his premiere and the thought of him returning to her makes you see red. You poke his chest sharply with your finger.

“Are you going to run back to your girlfriend?” You hiss, finally releasing some of that pent up emotion that’s been brewing the moment you saw him with her. Homelander stills and his face flits through a variety of microexpressions before it lands on a grin so smug that you want to slap it off his face. 

“Someone’s jealous” He purrs. He hasn’t let go of your chin despite you trying to wiggle away.  He’s looking at you fondly. You can’t help but feel flustered. He thinks it’s funny. His anger and worry evaporated in the wake of his ego swelling to dangerous levels. You’re surprised he doesn’t pop like a balloon. The indestructible Homelander is finally brought down by his own self-satisfaction.  You huff angrily.

“I’m not. Why would I care that your hand was practically on her ass the whole night?” You reply. It may be a bit of an exaggeration, as far as you could tell he had kept his hands to relatively appropriate areas. That isn’t the point though. You had to stand and watch as hundreds of cameras captured Homelander’s lips on her cheek. It was going to be all over the news tomorrow and Homelander thought it was a fucking joke. He thought you were a joke.

“It wasn’t but that’s certainly a suggestion. After all, it’s not like I have anyone better to share the spotlight with. I might as well give the crowd a show.” He bares a bit too much fang with his smile and you know that comment was a punishment for your insistence on secrecy. Homelander didn’t like the implication that you didn’t want to be his and he let you know at every opportunity. 

“Go fuck her if you want her so bad. I’ll just pack my bags and leave you to it” You snarl. Homelander’s grip tightens, his fingers digging in right on the edge of painful. He finds your jealousy cute but the mere suggestion of you leaving has him seething. His eyes glow like hot coals. He’d never use his heat vision on you but he’s not above showing off to make a point.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude, missy.” He all but hisses out. “I’ll fuck whoever I want to fuck and you’re going to stay right here.”

He doesn’t actually mean it. He’s being cruel to hide how vulnerable he feels at the thought of losing you. The only way he knows how to process pain is to transfer to someone else. You’ve grown used to this. You’ve adapted. That doesn’t mean the barb didn’t have the intended effect. It doesn’t mean that it didn’t feel like he dug his fingers right into the center of your pain and squeezed with all of his superhuman strength.

You hadn’t wanted this to turn into a fight. You hadn’t wanted him to find out. If she hadn’t looked so much like you, if she wasn’t a fucking supe, then you could have played along fine. You’d have enjoyed the premiere, stroked Homelander’s ego till he was hard as a rock, and let him fuck you to sleep. It would have been fun. Now, he’s pissed at you and will likely remain pissed at you for who knows how long. You’re going to go to bed alone knowing there’s a possibility that he’ll take the easy choice, that he really will fuck Avalanche just to prove a point. Maybe he’ll fuck her just for the fun of it, because he can, and not even think of you at all. 

You’re scared. You can’t lose him. You just can’t. 

“Listen…not with her. I’m begging” You reply softly. Homelander scoffs, annoyed by your fixation. His eyes fade back to blue but his anger hasn’t lessened. His jaw is still clenched so tight that any normal man would have cracked his teeth from the strain. The jealousy was supposed to be an ego stroke, he didn’t expect it to turn into such a performance. 

“Why do you even care about her? It’s never bothered you before. It’s just bullshit made up for the cameras.” He finally releases you, only to pace around the room like a caged lion. 

“She’s a supe.” You admit shyly. You don’t want to let him know about your insecurities. You don’t want him picking at you, using it as ammunition when he’s angry. But you don’t want to fight anymore. So you open yourself up and admit what’s been tearing you apart.

“So?” Homelander’s bewilderment is apparent. He turns to you, hands on his hips, about ten seconds away from hauling you over his knee and spanking the fight out of you. Then you could fuck after and he’d return to the premiere late, basking in the attention when he apologizes for leaving to stop a robber from assaulting a young woman. He’d be the hero, you’d stop being mad at him, and life could continue on as planned. None of this cryptic bullshit and pointless threats. 

“I’m not” 

“I’m aware” His voice is so thin with annoyance that if it was an actual thread then it would have snapped long ago. He knows what you are. He’s faced with it every damn day. He has to see you mill around with those mewling vermin, as though they were your equals. Homelander considers you in the same category as other humans the way that a swan is technically in the same category as a vulture. So yes, he is aware, but you aren’t like them. So in his mind the point was moot. You were you.  

“What if you decide that you want someone like her who can keep up with you?” You whisper, as though voicing it would make it true. Homelander double takes and the laughter that bursts from his chest is both incredulous and relieved. That’s what you were worried about? He’d be concerned about your intelligence if he didn’t love you so much. 

“Sweetheart, you think I’m on the same level as Frosty the fucking Snowwoman? Her power is useless. Is she going to take down criminals by giving them frostbite? Her nemesis is a sturdy jacket. You might as well be worried that I’m going to fuck The Deep. I mean…it’s cute how flustered you got but seriously?” You listen to his rant and the throbbing ache in your chest finally starts to loosen. He’s telling the truth. The scorn in his voice is unmistakable. He’s being an asshole about it. You’re positive Avalanche doesn’t deserve his vitriol, but you’re still chained by jealousy so every mean-spirited comment serves to sooth you.

“I…I just thought. We look alike” You murmur sheepishly. Homelander laughs again, cupping your cheek and looking down at you indulgently. Humans really could be so pathetic sometimes but with you he finds it endearing. He leans in to nuzzle your nose with his and your cheeks heat with a mixture of fondness and embarrassment. 

“Why would I fuck her because she looks like you when I could just fuck you?” It really seems like the most obvious thing in the world when he states it like that. You let him kiss you, soft and sweet, his words swirling through your head like the very snowflakes that had drifted miraculously from the sky.

Homelander loves you the most when you’re like this. You’re leaning into his touch like it’s the only thing you want in this world. His anger dissolves along with yours. It’s not really your fault. You are a human after all. Sometimes he has to be indulgent with you. Who wouldn’t want to be possessive over him? 

“You’re so cute. I mean…you got a little too mouthy for my taste but I’m honestly flattered.”  He sweeps you off your feet, cradling you against him for the second time tonight. Fuck the premiere, Ashley will spin it in his favor or he’ll have her head. He’d rather soak in your affection than deal with the simpering journalists and flashing bulbs that hurt his sensitive eyes. He craves attention from the masses but oh how he despises the hoops he has to jump through when they should be worshiping him like a God without all this pageantry. You don’t need any of that. He just has to exist and you melt into his arms. 

He gently lays you down on his bed and surprises you when he begins to shed his suit. You’d assumed that once you’d been mollified that he would leave, instead he crawls right in after you. You think it’s cute that he prefers to cuddle you skin to skin. It usually ends with him inside you so honestly it’s a win all around. He manhandles you effortlessly until you are cradled against his chest with your legs entwined. You can hear his heartbeat like this and you wish you could hear it all the time, the way he can hear yours. You’re still dressed so Homelander slips his hand under your shirt to caress the warm skin of your back. 

“She really doesn’t look like you at all” He mumbles into your hair, his fingers tracing random patterns against your skin, huffing happily when he can feel goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. 

“You don’t think so?” You’re not sure if he’s lying for your benefit or if he truly doesn’t see a resemblance. You don’t even care anymore. He’s here with you. He stayed with you. That’s all that matters. You are safe and wanted. 

“Nope…you have nicer tits” He teases slyly, causing you to give him a sharp slap to the arm. He gives you a swat on the ass as a reply and he relishes in the way you squeal. 

“Y’know.” Homelander says casually, “This would have never been an issue if you let me show you off as mine.” 

“I know but Vought…” You try to argue. Homelander doesn’t seem to understand that Vought pulls his strings more than he realizes. He lets Vought pull his strings more than he realizes despite his insistence on control. You’d never tell him this of course, not unless you wanted to deal with his sour mood for days. It does make you wary however. Everything Homelander has ever had has been commodified and turned into a product that Vought could sell. You don’t want to turn into that for him.

“Fuck Vought, I don’t care what they think.” He scoffs. He’d terrorize Ashley if she even breathed in a way that suggested dating you publicly would be a bad idea. If Stan Edgar protested…Homelander would finally show him the true extent of his power

“It’s just…it’s obvious that they are banking on the two of you as a couple. She’s practically a shoe-in for the Seven and if they know about…” You ramble, but before you can finish talking you feel his firm grip on your chin once more. He forces you to meet his gaze which is so brimming with resolve that you know it is pointless to argue. 

“I decide who goes in the Seven.” He insists, frustrated that you would think differently for even a second. He forgives the slip-up but it still takes a moment for him to sheath his claws. He releases you and guides you back down to snuggle against his chest. “If you don’t want her there then she won’t be.”

“I don’t want her there.” You whisper, so quietly  that any average person would not have realized you had spoken at all. It’s a selfish request. Avalanche shouldn’t be punished because of your insecurities. She likely doesn’t even know you exist and you sincerely doubt she’s some sort of boyfriend stealer from your nightmares. Still…you’d feel better if she wasn’t there.  

“That’s it then. You have nothing to worry about.” He softly guides your head away from his chest to nuzzle his nose against yours. He’s content now and ready to bask in the comfort of your presence. He hadn’t really wanted to go back anyway. So you let him kiss you deeply. You let him roll you over and slip inside you. You let him fuck you to sleep. When you wake up in the morning all loose-limbed and lazy, his cock still inside you, you realize that he’s right. You truly have nothing to worry about. She can fuck him…but you can love him.

[mystical-lemonade]

Hello, I love your writing so much! Could you do headcanons for how Floyd, Jade, Rook, and Vil confess their love for their S/O and ask them out? She or they pronouns are fine, whichever you prefer ^-^

Warnings: N/A

Wordcount: 1,680

Pairings: Floyd Leech x gn!reader, Jade Leech x gn!reader, Vil Shoenheit x gn!reader, Rook Hunt x gn!reader

Jade is a very traditional mam when it comes to courting someone

Because yes, he would never just "ask someone out" Jade considers that to be quite rude because of how casual it sounds

So if you have truly caught the heart of Jade Leech, he would make his intentions to court you very clear

But he would not be courting you in the stereotypical human way of courtship, no no.

Jade would use his quite inhuman charm and woo you with the language and actions expected of a young mer attempting to court their lover

If would all start with Jade offering to help you more often

Just little things to begin with, like offering to help you carry some of your grocery bags.

Then eventually it would escalate to Jade making and giving you lunches consistently

He would constantly be finding ways to spend time with you, and due to how inherently endearing Jade can be at times you'd find yourself enjoying his company more and more

Soon enough you would begin to see Jade not just as a classmate but as a friend and potential lover

Once Jade has thoroughly proven through gifts and favours that he would be a caring and delightful companion he would then move on to the verbal and physical actions

The amount of attention Jade gives to you is amplified the more affectionate you two become with one another

Linking arms becomes holding hands, a quick hug becomes full on hour long cuddles

Now having secured your affection even further he would finally begin to realise and comprehend all parts of you that interest and captivate him.

All the small details that he finds incredibly endearing. All of which lead him to the final push of encouragement Jade needs to confess after months of work

Within the comfort of each other's arms Jade would soon find the courage to verbally confess how he feels for you

He would be quite straightforward and confident with his confession

Practically no poetic or otherwise flowery language involved

Just a simple whispered "I think I'm in love with you Dearest." while you two embrace one another.

And in that moment of open and honest tender affection, Jade wants nothing more than to cradle your face in his hands and kiss you

Through the many months of spending time with one another this moment just feels right. There's no need to ask for a date in your guys's eyes, because you both know where your hearts lay

Resting in each other's grasp, warmed by the mutual care and affection you hold for one another

Why would you when you two have been practically dating for months, no seriously everyone thinks you two have been dating for a long ass while

Floyd can only be described as the exact opposite of shy

He's loud, tall and definitely has a presence when in public

As such Floyd has never really made a secret of his fondness for you

Quite often you will find yourself being scooped up in a tight hug from behind

You'll have Floyd walk right up to your desk and like a naughty cat simply push your schoolwork aside and demand attention

He calls you aquatic themed pet names, crooned out in the sweetest voice an eel could ever muster

Once Floyd fully understands that his affection towards you is not just a product of being entertained and is actually romantic interest

The affection starts to change a little

Instead of just acting affectionate he would start telling you how much he likes you

What part of you he thinks is the cutest.(Its your hands. Don't ask him to explain it, just accept he thinks your hand is cute)

He also starts to nuzzle his face against yours

And...Floyd will bite you.

Gently! He'd never draw blood

But yeah....Floyd would nibble on you, affectionately

He'd be more than happy if you nibbled on him as well!

But he knows humans are weird and don't like to bite people they care about like he does

When it comes to asking you out on a date Floyd doesn't really ask...He simply tells you he wants to spend time with you today

So yes you must skip class to be with him all afternoon. Who needs Magical History anyway

When you arrive to wherever Floyd drags you off to he'd set you down on the ground with yet another affectionate nibble

At some point though, Floyd will randomly drop that this is in fact a date

A date that in his opinion is going swimmingly

It is at that moment you must clarify to him if you do not want to be romantically involved with him, because otherwise he'll just think you're as into him as he's into you

Although he didn't actually ask you out, he makes up for it with sheer fun through his spontaneity

Vil is a celebrity, a quite famous one too

So any possible confession of feelings would have to be done in a more private way than the ones commonly seen onscreen

He knows that if he is to confess his feelings to you, he needs it to be discreet while maintaining the care and attention  Vil puts into everything he does

Not wanting it to be terribly public or anything he would hire Rook to ensure the confession arrived to you in good hands

With Rook's aid all but confirmed Vil sets out to write the most charming, sweet, heart-meltingly soft confession letter of all time

He'd paint the story of how he slowly fell in love with you

From the moment he first met you, and the first impression he got from your first ever conversation

Vil would tell you how he found himself being drawn to you without even realising it

He'd tell you that at times he feels like he's a distant planet trapped in the orbit of a bright star when he's around you

So close to being able to reach you, too far to be noticed for more than a moment before he's swept away again

Vil would confess to you that at times he was genuinely afraid that he would never be able to gain the attention and affection he craved from you

He'd tell you that all the praise from fans and critics alike in the world could never even come close to filling the deep seeded craving he has for your attention

Vil would tell you throughout the letter every part of you, inside and out, that he appreciates

It is only after he finishes explain how and why he came to love you that he would tell you that he prides himself on being many things, but Vil can not deny any longer that when it comes to you, he is selfish.

There is nothing more Vil wants than to sweep you away and capture your heart like how you have taken his.

He implores you to be kind in your response, no matter how you wish to answer his request

He asks if you would like to have dinner with him and watch a play afterward.

Once he finishes writing the letter Vil would slightly spray the paper with his favourite perfume

Placing the now gently fragrant letter in an envelope with a few pink rose petals Vil would hand off the letter to Rook to deliver; eager for you to respond to him

There when you get back to your room is a white envelope with your name written neatly on the back of it in a golden coloured ink.

Inside is two beautifully written pages in the same elegant hand that addressed the envelope

At the end of the letter just above where it is signed as "Your Dearest of Admirers, Vil Shoenheit" your beau implores you to write back to him with your response.

It is no secret that Rook Hunt has a flair for the dramatics

He calls people "roi du..." something he associates with them

So its certainly not surprising to hear that Rook would go all out when it comes to confessing

Of course he is a very observant man, so he knows if you're one who would appreciate a public display of devotion from him

With this in mind the day an arrow comes whizzing past you and imbedding itself in a tree beside you shouldn't be a shock

Pinned to the tree by the arrow is a lovely looking cream coloured envelope, sealed with purple wax.

Inside this envelope is an invitation for  you to meet le chasseur de l'amour himself in the courtyard gardens by the cherub fountain at 11am, this coming weekend.

The letter itself is quite nicely written

Very poetic in nature

You get the distinct impression from the letter that if Rook doesn't find that a mage or hunter suits him as full time work, he would make an absolute killing as a romance author.

When you show up to meet Rook, he will leap down from a tree and land in front of you.

With a flourish he removes his hat and pressing it to his chest bows deeply to you

Taking both your hands in his he would kneel down before you

Then as rose petals begin to rain down on top of you both Rook would confess his feelings for you in a heartfelt, poetic, speech.

He would talk about all the things that endeared him to you.

The little habits you have that he noticed

How your smile makes him feel whenever he sees it

He'd tell you how he wishes he could be allowed to experience all the highs and lows of your life by your side

"So please mon faon," he'd say to you, his eyes shining, "allow me the pleasure of taking you on a date."

The last of the rose petals would fall as you gave Rook your answer

Before you even ask, yes Rook does know it sounds like he is proposing to you. He does not care in the slightest.

I enjoy writing tooth rotting-ly sweet fluff so I hope you all like it too!

If you liked this post and want to see more from me feel free to send in a request or take a look at the previous wishes. See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter

[hanji-is-life]

warnings: mentions of death of a meanie, mentions of an animal being killed

barbarian Bakugou based on this

The moment you come running to Bakugou, his guard is instantly up. He catches your crying form in his arms, wraps you up tightly, before turning his back to the still open door. He looks down the hall to see what you could've been running from, before rambling off questions to you.

"What the hell happened? Why the fuck are you crying? Who did it? Are you hurt? Do I have to kill someone?" He pauses when you nod at the last part. He can feel fire running through his veins as he stiffens, growls rumbling deep from his chest, a sound which soothes you.

He pulls your crying form from his chest, holds you back by your shoulders as you quiver under his harsh stare. You know it's not directed at you, but that doesn't make it any less scary. He grips your chin tightly in hand when you glance away from him.

"Who. Did. It?" He grumbles through his teeth, breath already picking up as he feels his barbaric nature already staring to take over. Someone hurt his woman, his queen. And whichever sorry fuck did it, this would be their last fuckin' day on earth.

"One of those maidens from the brothel!" You cry, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. Bakugou knocks your hand out of the way, brushes your tears away with his thumb instead as he cups your cheek.

"Which one?" He's quick, trying to gather as much information as he can so he can send Kirishima, Denki, and Sero to find the bitch that upset his queen.

"The mean one," you whisper, trying your best to swallow your hiccups. He already knows who she is. She's been fucking with you ever since he made you his queen, bitter that she wasn't the one to take your place.

Every time he suggested that he have her killed, you always told him not to, that she was just some silly girl with a crush. So what she did to you, must have been brutal. He scans over your form to see if there's any broken skin, but comes up with nothing. He snaps his eyes back to your face when you tell him what she did to warrant an execution.

"I was feeding one of the strays, and she--she came up behind me. She kept saying mean things to me, Katsuki, but I ignored her as usual! But when, when I started walking away, she," you trailed off, your bottom lip quivering before you burst into tears again. Bakugou tried not to get frustrated with your crying, but goddamnit, he has to know what the hell the broad did to get you so worked up!

"She what, princess?" he asked through gritted teeth. After he wiped your tears once more, you press yourself into his hard chest, murmur her sins to your barbarian king.

"She picked up a big rock and crushed a stray. He was my favorite one. He was just a kitten," The sob you let out after telling him was brutal. You sounded so genuinely heartbroken, torn apart from the inside out at having to watch your favorite kitten die so brutally. He didn't really give a shit about cats, but if it hurt you that much, then he was going to do something about it.

"Want me to kill her?" he asks, gruff and to the point. You hesitate for a second before nodding into his chest. It's settled, then.

...

The broad was crying the whole way into his castle. Crying and apologizing profusely, yet still being the mean bitch she was, claiming that it was only some stupid cat.

Bakugou can feel how tense you are on his lap. You've never liked public executions much, but this one had to be done. You glance over at the sniveling woman who snarls at you, to which Bakugou presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls you in closer on his lap.

"That's the broad who did it, right?" he whispers into your hair, kissing your ear softly. You nod, to which the woman bursts into tears again, her malevolence gone. You point childishly to the woman, a flare of hatred glazing your eyes.

"Yes, she's the one who crushed that kitten. Kill her." You murmur, before sinking back into Bakugou's chest. He laughs loudly, scoops you up even closer onto his lap, until you feel something poking at your thigh. You can't help but smile at the feeling.

"You heard the fuckin' queen! Kill the broad!" Bakugou declares to his men, as he cups your cheek and hides your face in between his broad pecs. More screaming and laughing is muffled, but only the sounds of your husband's steadfast heartbeats are heard through it all. It calms you, and helps you realize that you'll always be safe in his arms. Safe and always getting your way.

[animedaddymilkers]

tags: not sfw, minors DNI, f!reader, public/beach sex, impreg, dom/sub, degradation, whore/slut/queen, daddy

word count: 2k || mamma mia pt 2

kinkmas 2021 masterlist - pt 1 of MMAU - pt 3 of MMAU

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A/N: Mamma Mia AU follows the "plot" of the movie but each scenario can be read separately. and whichever one actually knocks you up is up to you. 😉

Song To Listen To - Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA

“Hey, you should probably put s’more sunscreen on,” Draken’s voice broke you from your relaxed state of mind.

You pulled your sunglasses down and looked up at him looming over you on his knees as he held the sunscreen in one hand, “I think you should be telling yourself that.”

Sitting up, you pointed to his arm and stated it looked like he was beginning to burn. He pouted when you told him he should stay out of the sun and you instead began to rub sunscreen on him. Resigning to his fate, Draken sat underneath the umbrella that was next to where you laid on your towel.

“But, you still need sunscreen, right?” He asked this time and stopped trying to do the word search in his hands.

With a sigh you shrugged, “I suppose I could use some, extra skin protection and all that I guess…”

No, you didn’t really need more sunscreen; you made sure that your skin got what it needed as often as it needed but the puppy dog look on Draken’s face was too innocent to deny. His face lit up and the word search book was quickly deserted in the sand. Gently, his hands began to rub the cool lotion into your back. He avoided the straps of your bathing suit and only covered the wider expanses of your exposed skin. Then when the lotion was sufficiently rubbed in, he moved closer to the straps and his long fingers dipped beneath the fabric ever so slightly.

When your roommate invited you to the beach with a small group of people, you didn’t expect yourself to get along so well with the lanky muscular man that sported the dragon tattoo. But, he was nice and the way he looked at you made your skin heat up more than the blazing sun above you. Everyone else was in the middle of an intense volleyball tournament down the beach a ways while Draken decided to stay near you and the belongings. He used the excuse that he pulled a thigh muscle, though he really just wanted to stay by you, not wanting to leave you alone.

"Alright, baby girl, time to flip," he boldly patted the side of your waist, a small smirk on his face as he watched you roll onto your back. He went ahead and started rubbing sunscreen into your front; he started at your shoulders and worked his way down your arms. When he got to your hands he massaged them gently and pressed a soft kiss to the back of each. What a schmoozer… After your upper half he moved down, rubbing the lotion into your shins and thighs; he used his thumbs to apply more pressure in a soothing pattern. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan when he focused on the inside of your soft thighs.

“Pitiful whore,” the smirk in his voice was obvious. It made your thighs clench and the feeling of your muscles tightening made him laugh. You couldn’t look at him but you sure as hell weren’t going to ask him to stop. The noise emboldened him and his fingers skimmed beneath the edge of your bathing suit bottoms. His eyes met yours and his fingers went further.

“What if someone catches us?”

Your soft voice broke his trance and he pulled back slightly before leaning down to kiss you, “Don’t go wasting your emotion on thoughts like that. Pretty sluts shouldn’t have to worry about a thing in the world. Just lay all your love on me, baby.”

Who were you to argue with such a statement? With a nod, your legs spread on their own to give him the greenlight, but he didn’t continue until you verbalized your thoughts, “Don’t make me beg. Just give me everything.”

Draken grinned and kissed you again, “Don’t gotta tell me twice. You’ll get everything I have to give you, pretty girl.”

Without another word, his fingers slipped in further and found your clit. He rubbed it gently as he kissed down your neck and his other hand palmed at your chest through the bathing suit top. A gasp left your mouth when he nipped at the flesh of your neck as he expertly moved your bottoms to the side so it was easier for him to slide his fingers into your pussy. He thrust his fingers into you delicately; right now he was just teasing you as he littered your neck with love bites and easily covered the ones that were fading from your previous night in the park.

The shade of the umbrella was now covering you from the sun’s rays and making it easier to see the godly figure of the man hovering above you. You pushed your hips up to meet his hand with a quiet whine of his name. “I think you can call me something better, greedy slut.” The nickname made you whimper and bite your lip, but you still found the voice to answer, “Daddy… please…”

Watching his expression change only made your pussy clench around his fingers, which, in turn, made him growl lowly. Everything about you was driving him insane, but that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Open your mouth,” he all but commanded gruffly with a tap to the side of your face. You obeyed and opened your mouth with your tongue hanging out. He spit into your mouth and held your throat as you swallowed before he leaned down to roughly kiss you.

Another finger slid into you and curled ever so slightly in search of your sweet spot. When your hips lifted he knew he found it and coupled the action with his thumb rubbing your clit. Each of your desperate mewls and moans were consumed by his own mouth that covered yours and pressed kisses against your now swollen lips. Draken relished in the way your arms wrapped around his neck and tried to pull him impossibly closer as your thighs began to shake and hips just couldn’t stay still. Yet, he didn’t let up, not until he knew for sure that you toppled over the edge and came on his fingers.

A devilish grin spread across his face as he pulled away from you to lean back and lick his fingers clean of your juices. You panted on the beach towel and tried to catch your breath as Draken slowly pulled the top of your bathing suit down. He groaned at the sight and leaned down again; his mouth happily attached itself to your chest and sucked on one tit while his hand played and tugged with the other. One of your hands rested on the back of his head while your other reached down to palm him through his swim trunks. He moaned against your chest and his hips gave a thrust into your hand to embrace the touch.

“Please,” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless, “Please, daddy, give me your everything.”

He pulled back to look at you tenderly and you rested a hand on his cheek. For a moment, you two just caressed each other with soft gazes. As you looked into his tender eyes, you wondered how someone you just met could make your heart flutter. But, this spring was proving to teach you several things about your own emotions. How to truly appreciate another person, how to love so deeply and let it go, how to cherish whatever amount of time you might have with someone. Draken was no different. You weren’t going to convince yourself this would be more than a one time fling; instead, you were going to love him wholeheartedly while you had the chance.

You tugged him back down for another kiss and took matters, quite literally, into your own hands, “Take me. I’m already yours.”

Draken’s heart skipped a beat and he had to take a breath to steady himself. The sight of you beneath him was angelic and even more so as you bit your lip while he slid himself inside of you. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this, my sluttly little queen.” He mumbled against your cheek and nipped at the skin. A testing thrust was given to you and the moan that resulted earned you another one.

Hugging him closer, you whined when he slowed down just to taunt you. All you wanted was for him to fuck the daylights out of you, but his teasing nature had other plans. At a grueling slow pace, Draken grinded his hips into yours and let his hands run up and down your sides, occasionally gripping and kneading your soft flesh. You whined and ran your nails down his back which made him huff a laugh, “You want it? You gotta beg for it, whiny whore.”

Your head fell back against the beach towel with another whine, “Dear, please, please, please. Daddy, all I want is you. I’m begging you, just fuck me. Want it… Want you to fuck me hard and give me all of you.”

One of his eyebrows quirked upwards as he watched you get desperately vocal and writhe around on the towel beneath him. But there was no hiding the way his cock twitched inside of you when you pleaded with him. He grumbled a “fuck,” and decided to finally give you want you wanted so badly. His hips thrust into you and you moaned once you finally got some movement. But, once his hips started they weren’t going to stop again.

Now, you were fully engulfed in the shade of the umbrella; the shadow allowing you almost a blanket of privacy on the wide open, empty side of the beach. But, you were acutely aware that any of your friends could return at any moment. It was a good thing that Draken wasn’t taking his time anymore. His hips were roughly fucking into you with a rhythm that was bound to drive you insane. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let you leave and say he didn’t satisfy you with his cock. So, his calloused finger once again found your clit and rubbed it methodically in time with his thrusts.

“You whine like such a pathetic, filthy, fucking slut. You gonna be my good little cum dumpster though, huh?” He teased with a cocky voice in your ear despite still pressing kisses along your jawline.

“Yes!” you gasped and clung to him, nodding as you neared a second orgasm of the day, “Yes, daddy, fuck, cum inside me, please, fill me up, I’ll hold it in like a good slut.”

You were beside yourself with the surmounting pleasure and his cock wasn’t about to slow down. He continued to fuck into you with renewed vigor and kept aiming for the spot that has you gasping and panting his name. His fingers dug into your hips until they slid beneath you to hug you close to his muscled torso. With a moan of your name into your ear you tumbled over the edge of pleasure and your pussy clamped around him. As your walls spasmed and fluttered around him his embrace around you tightened and he pressed his face into your neck as he came inside of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, look so pretty filled with my cum, nice and full for me, hope you keep it all in there,” he softly kissed your neck where the hickies he left were starting to bruise, “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I hope you keep doin’ it.”

“Yeah, I hope so too…” you smiled and moaned quietly as he pulled out of you, before fixing your bathing suits and flopped into the sand next to you.

His fingers traced along your skin as you both realized the marks you left on each other would make it more than obvious to your friends that you two were busy… You shared a look and smiled at each other, both not caring at this point. After a minute of silence between you, Draken spoke up again, “hey, you should probably put s’more sunscreen on.”

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kakegurui x reader who is very clingy (platonic but all the girls are like kinda into her) and she’s always either following Yumeko around or fiddling with one of Midari’s guns. The one shot can be when the reader geta called out for it and feels like she’s being too clingy so she tries to distance herself and all three kinda have to come together to figure out why reader is so sad? maybe an ending with protecc from the girls? Sorry for the long request!!

Once again- jesus this took forever so let me give you something good (I will try my best as per usual) and hope ya enjoy at least a little! My apologies again!

KAKEGURUI X F! READER (PLATONIC-ISH)

It was almost like a stop in your life. A pause. You had never noticed you had done it everyday, were you too much? Why did nonody tell you? And more importantly....how do you stop what you don’t notice yourself doing?

You had way too many questions because some random girl had walked up to you, randomly, and out of nowhere says,

“Hey you hang around those girls a lot huh? Don’t you think you’re a little too much? I mean I’ve never actually seen you without them. Ever.” She said, and it wasn’t even menacing, which means she truly meant it. That was even worse!

And when you think about it...she was oh so right.

Everyday, you went to school with Mary who would walk you with a scowl but let you hold her hand and talk her ear off all the way there. She would always say she wasn’t listening but would bring up something you said all the time surprising you. Then Midari would be waiting for you and hand you her arm and say “Let’s go gorgeous” with this sinister grin, and you’d play with her gun on the way to your first class, and then Yumeko would come and sit on your lap in class and let you hug her and the teacher never said anything because Kirari....oh god, you were so clingy.

And just like that your mood had dropped significantly, and nobody knew why but just tried to push it off.

“Maybe she’s having a bad day.”

“Got a bad grade on her exam!”

“Ah she didn’t have a good enough lunch?”

Any excuse they could come up with they used whichever came to mind first because they didn’t want to think you were truly upset.

And they didn’t want to have to come for whoever had made their darling so upset in the first place.

Until the next day came. Mary knocked on your door and you opened it with a forced smile that Mary chose to ignore, and she held out her hand with an annoyed look on her face as per usual but this time to you it felt so real.

I guess I am way too clingy.

That was the conclusion that you had came up with in your mind as you decided to ignore her hand and instead go for a more cheerful appearance to distract from your oh-so-obvious swatting of her hand.

She still walked with you but the look on her face was different. It was more narrow and almost looked like she was judging you or something, and you wondered if you had ever seen this look before in the back of your head.

When you go to the school Midari was as per usual waiting for you gun in hand, but you politely declined the offer of holding her gun as she wrapped her arm around yours. You wuickly took it off.

“Huh? What’s up with you gorgeous? Mary say something rude again? I truly don’t understand why you don’t let me take you-

“No! No I’m uh, I’m fine! I was just having...cramps! In my fingers...yeah...they are absolutely terrible!” You said quickly with a smile. Midari grinned and rubbed your head with her gun.

“Alrighty then sweetheart, did you not want to go to class then? I can let Kirari tell your teach you won’t be there ya know” she grinned at you, with her usual amount of playfulness seeping through. You waved your hand and walked into your classroom without saying goodbye. How odd.

Midari called Yumeko outside, you thought she was probably weeping for Yumeko’s attention again and didn’t think anything of it. But oh boy were you wrong. As Yumeko sat on your lap, you took notes vigorously and tried to shift and move her off, and she must’ve gotten the hint because she did. Yumeko whispered in your ear,

“I thought your hands were cramping?” She said, and you almost jumped because you realized how badly you had screwed up.

“O-oh yeah! But I need to take notes for this class Koko, you know that.” You brushed it off and she nodded her head innocently before going back to not paying attention. Or so you thought, but she obviously saw that you lied to her. Who could get past her?

After class you and Yumeko were called to the President’s room. You walked in and saw Kirari, Midari, Yumemi, Mary, Sayaka, Yuriko, everybody. It honestly overwhelmed you because you had wanted to touch them so bad. It was how you showed love but now you were basically forcing yourself to look at the ground.

“Now now, come over here y/n, we have to talk to you.” Kirari said and you knew, you had been figured out. There was a new seat for you and Kirari to sit in so you sat by her side trying not to touch her, however her scent and basically everything about her made it difficult. Especially with her putting her arm around you and trying to make you hug her. So in the end, you basically gave up. Who were you to resist?

“Is there a reason the girls are saying you’ve been lying and avoiding them all day or do we jut have to make a public announcement to find out who’s been talking to you?” She said softly. So softly you honestly almost cried. You had basically avoided all contact with the girls and given them no explanation, you felt terrible.

“I’m sorry!! It’s just- I realized how clingy I’ve been with you all and I never even asked if you were okay with it. I’m like some leech and I’m always hanging onto you guys and it feels like I’m not doing anything but being annoying anymore.” You ranted, not trying to look any of them in the eyes but you could see their eyes soften just a little when you finally did look up with glossy eyes.

“Ok. Listen. If any of us didn’t like it we would tell you and the freaking president herself wouldn’t even let you in here- let alone get a WHOLE NEW CHAIR for you to be able to hug her on. We all enjoy it and understand that it’s how you show that you like and care for us. Friends just know moron. Who told you this because I don’t believe you came up with this ridiculous theory of sorts on your own.” Mary announced as she stood up from her seat, tired of staying quiet.

“...well...I don’t know who but, I understand. That didn’t make sense anyways huh?” You giggled and hugged Kirari, instantly brightening the mood as she wrapped her arm around your waist.

“Well we’ll need to find out who immediately, we can’t exactly let whoever it was think they know better than us can we?” Yumeko said with a smile, as the other girls nodded.

Yeah, this was how it will always be.

EL FIN.

brooo that endings trassshhh. Anyways my fingers hurt so bad because I’ve been writing (not just this) for like an hour no break my fingers are buring, anyways sorry for the TERRIBLE wait so so sorry but I hope you enjoy!

-SS

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This is my third time sending this ask because tumblr keeps saying it didn't go through- so if you've seen this already just ignore it but could you do a short headcanon list on how they would react if you held their hand- could be platonic or romantic whichever is easier to write

Masterlist

Sorry that Tumblr kept eating your asks. But this was first time I saw it so I'm glad you didn't give up.

Handholding headcanons!

I think I'll do a bit of both platonic and romantic just because I can.

Content under the cut!

Time

Platonic

It you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d be startled at first and almost pull his hand back on instinct.

He sees you and then he calms down even if he’s more confused than before.

He doesn’t know what the next course of action is and he doesn’t want to cause a scene or hurt your feelings by asking you to let him go. 

He will ask you to let go eventually though

So it’s best to make it short and sweet at first and probably get to point of catching his attention since you certainly have it now.

But if you happen to make a habit of just taking his hand out of the blue then he lets you hold on to him for as long as you need.

He grows resigned to it and just lets you get it out of your system until you move on to the next team member.

He does feel a little better in the idea that you trust him by the end of the day though.

Even if he’s not sure why you like hold his hand in particular, he doesn’t want to put any strain on your relationship especially since he’s let it go on for as long as he has.

Besides, the adventure won’t last forever, he tells himself, it’s not doing any harm either.

He takes on an father figure/ older brother approach when you hold his hand by now and just uses it to keep you in line with the boys or out of their natural crosshairs of chaos.

Romantic

If you were to hold his hand out of the blue, he wouldn’t hesitate to hold yours back, even giving a little squeeze to reassure himself of your presence.

He likes to hold your hand and walk by your side as quiet way to show you his affection both in private and in public.

He’s a man of little words but he never wants you to doubt his devotion to you.

He doesn’t outwardly react when you grab him.

But his heart never fails to swell in general contentment when you show, even in the little things that you want to be by his side.

After a few minutes of initial contact, he’d grin a little to himself and begin to swing your hands back and forth in time with your steps.

If the boys try to say anything then he’s quick to silence them with his a simple glance over his shoulder at them.

Not that he had to be angry or anything but the boys don’t want to potentially push him that far with their teasing...

The whole... poke the bear and run the hills when it moves sort of thing.... It’s a giant game of chicken that they lose every time.

He’d hold your hand forever if you’d let him, even if he knows he can’t feasibly do so and keep his image of stoic leader of the Heroes of Courage at the same time.

It helps ground him.

Wind

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d hold your back no problem.

It’s something his sister does a lot back home so it’s nice for him to have little reminder even if your hands are nothing like hers.

He’d take it in stride and swing them back and forth with no hesitation at all.

As long as it’s clear to him that you’re holding him out of want to be friendly, he takes turns with you throughout the journey for who grabs whos hand first.

If he at all gets the impression however, that it’s because the youngest and it’s to keep him close, he would yank his hands away from yours and stomp away from you with a few harsh words on his tongue about how he doesn’t need to be babied.

It depends on your status and previous encounters with him for this and how he thinks you view him.

Even if the negative encounter happens and he see later on that it wasn’t to hold him back, he’d grab your hand instead.

A silent memo that he’s ok with it and he’s sorry for pushing you away the first time.

He’s more inclined to grab onto a persons arm if he’s familiar with them instead of grabbing their hand but since you’ve grabbed onto his hand first, he’s willing to meet you where you stand for quiet affection.

But he likes the idea of holding hands as he travels, mostly because it reminds him that’s not alone on this adventure.

And if it helps him think that he’s got nothing to prove to the others when he allows himself a small comfort, that’s for him to know.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d instantly start blushing.

Full on- tomato red, all the way to the tips of his ears and down to his neck.

He gets shy and quiet and laces his finger with yours but he has a trouble making eye contact.

Part of him wants to push you away because he immediately gets teased by the other boys but depending on your reaction- he either sticks his tongue out and squeezes your hand tighter or just starts swearing like the sailor he is for embarrassing you.

Because so help him, if they make you feel uncomfortable enough to let go of him first, then he’s going to prank all of them until they leave you alone.

He’s very quick to push aside his own discomfort at their words and instead fight for your honor.

Because it was clearly something you wanted to do but the others would have shot you down and made you feel self conscious and doubtful

And that won’t stand.

He thinks it’s one of the sweet things anyone would want from him.

A lot of Wind is loud and expressive and eye catching, so something small and quiet and mostly hidden catches him off guard.

It send his heart into a spiral and even when you’re not holding onto him, he can sometimes still feel your phantom touch.

He tries to compare the emotions of the thrill of holding his sword versus the thrill of holding your hand.

And... he begins to think that what he once thought was irreplaceable, can very quickly be put on the back burner if you’re willing to stay by his side.

Twilight

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d be startled at first and probably ask you out loud what you thought you were doing, but he’d be more amused about it- than say- Time or Legend.

He’d raise his eyebrow and let you hold onto him for a moment without grabbing you back as you explain yourself.

If you say you just felt like it then he’d just let you hold onto him without putting up much of a fight

All the kids from his village would more or less hang off of him so he’s pretty used to it. (Wind does it too so he’s accepted his fate)

If he gets the impression that you’re afraid or uncomfortable and that’s why you’ve reach out to him- then he’ll hold your hand back.

He’s has a strong grip and it’s warm and comforting with seasoned, robust calluses from years of farm work.

He’s not the kind of person to let go first in this situation and while gladly hold your hand to ground you and make sure you feel better about the situation no matter what is happening.

It’s his older brother instinct.

He won’t exactly be the most comfortable with it (he’d probably feel better if you let him wrap his arm around your shoulders instead) but he’d do it.

Mostly because he doesn’t like the reminiscent feeling of something latched onto his hand and/or wrist.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, this boy would get the giddiest and most boyish smile just smack dab on the middle of his face.

He doesn’t hesitate to hold your hand back even if that little phantom feeling returns.

The fact that you’re so quick to lace your fingers together helps change the way the little phantom feeling appears.

It changes from cold, unforgiving steel to warm gentle and caring fingers.

He tries to memorize how your hand feels in his whenever he has to chance.

He’d periodically squeeze your hand as you walk together or even if you’re just chilling and holding each other.

He likes to remind himself that you’re there and that you’re real.

He’s not the kind to talk about his partner excessively in public or be fond of PDA but he’ll hold your hand- keep you close- let the world know that you’re taken- and with him.

Admittedly, it’s a little possessive but if he were to be confronted about it (not that he gives off that vibe, it’s just the thoughts in his head) he’d blame the wolfish need to protect and claim the mate.

This poor boy is too self conscious and raised with country charm and manners to do anything else while in public.

Wild

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand of the blue then he’ll send a confident grin, take his hand out of yours and wrap his arm around your shoulders instead.

He’s a bit touchy with his personal space even if he has no problem invading your own.

You’d probably get a better reaction if you asked him first.

But if you’re closer friends with him, he’d actually be the one to grab to you

So it’s less likely that you’d be the one grabbing his hand and instead he’d be the one to drag along to whatever he plans on doing next.

Instead of grabbing his hand, it would be easier to get away with grabbing his arm or wrapping it with your own.

Or wrapping your own arm around his shoulders.

But grabbing his hand is a level of intimacy that he’s a little afraid to give to others.

Not to mention that he’s done a lot of fighting and still needs to fight at any moments notice, so he’s going to need his hands free.

He does appreciate it though, it’ll just a while (and more people than just you) for him to get used to it again.

Romantic

If you grabbed his hand out of the blue, you’re never getting it back.

Although he’s not all too comfortable with hand holding, you’re the exception and he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon.

He’d seek out your hand almost the entire time you’re together, just to hold onto you.

It helps ground him, lets him know that you’re there to support him whenever he might need it.

If he gets sucked into a memory, he likes to come back with your hand in his. 

It doesn’t happen all that often because it’s not something he’s told you but he always hopes you’re nearby.

One the occasion that you reach for his hand first, he’d still for a moment before relaxing completely, lacing your fingers together out of habit and smiling contently as you walk.

Wild is the kind of person that would hold your hand in his sleep, or while you sleep and is genuinely intrigued by the intricacy of your fingers.

He’d play with your hands constantly.

He finds it calming and relaxing.

Sky

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he grin and hold it back with a small swing between you two before returning his attention to where it was before.

Hand holding is natural up on Skyloft so it’s not worth paying much attention to between friends.

It’s a simple form of affection that is shared by all people so Sky is glad that you consider him a close enough friend to hold his hand.

He doesn’t pay much attention to it actually.

It’s a familiar feeling that reminds him of companionship and it helps stabilize the subconscious feeling of uncertainty.

If you do it first, it give Sky to ok to search out your hand when ever he feel like.

You’d typically be holding hands whenever you’re paired off together.

It may lead to a conversation between some other people (either in the group) or some town you’d be visiting about how you’re just friends

After the indicial conversation about how’s there nothing between you two, by some well meaning (or judgmental) individual, Sky will be a little more self aware about it.

But if you don’t mind it, then Sky won’t worry about it too much.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d get a bit red in the face and a little shy but he’d be the guy to pull your hand up and place a quick to your knuckles before any one notices.

Sky is so happy to be with you that holding your hand is a constant occurrence.

It’ll almost be as if you two are connected at the hip instead of your hands.

Because of this, no one questions who either of you would be paired off with when the group needs to split up.

Occasionally Sky or you will choose a different partner for the day or for the necessary occasion.

But it’s typically you two against the world.

Sky is very fond of hand kisses so expect a lot of those when you’re next to him.

He’s also inclined to play with your hands in whatever down time you may have.

When you grab Sky’s hand, he always pulls you a little closer to him.

He gets a little conflicted about holding your hand and wanting to hug you flush against himself but he really enjoys having you close

Warrior

Platonic

If you were grab his hand out of the blue, he’d stall and look at you and seeing that it’s just you, would smile back simple let it happen.

It’s not going to be a big deal to him if it’s you or any one else of the chain.

(Mask and Wind may have gotten him used to being clung to during the War- it’s the care taker in him)

He won’t mention it if you won’t.

There’s no reason to make it weird and sometimes people just need to be held.

That being said, he prefer it if you asked first- but he’s not going to make a fuss about it if you don’t... just common curtesy, you know?

He might actually forget that you’re holding hands for a time until you either let go or he need his hand back and has to take it away.

As long as there’s no immediate treats nearby, he’d hold you hand for as long as you need.

He might actually offer it to you if he sees that’s you’re afraid or upset during travel or spooky dungeon crawls.

One of the more chill people to hold hands with, seeing as he’s more or less been conditioned as an older brother to the point where he’s gotten used to it no matter the circumstance

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he would instantly lace your fingers together and would be grinning like a fool for the next hour or so.

He’s a bit hesitant with anything grandiose as romantic gestures (for reasons having to do with a crazy dark sorceress-) so something small and subtle just hits him right in his heart.

He’s going to want to be by your side all the time, hand holding or otherwise just so you’re with his line of sight.

Warrior won’t typically be the one to reach for your hand first

He’s shy and doesn’t want to over step any boundaries you may have by invading your personal space (kinda the opposite to Wild in this regard)

That being said, this is mostly when you’re both in public or among friends.

In private he’s a little less self conscious about how others might perceive him.

He definitely reach for you while he sleeps though so try to stay on the same side every night or he might just grab someone else from the group.

Instead of kissing your knuckles this guy is the kind of person to kiss your palm or the inside of your wrist if he’s feeling a little more bold than usual.

For all his bravado, Warrior is very self conscious about his actions and appearance because all eyes are typically on him- so you holding his hand without expecting anything else hits the bulls eye.

Hyrule

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, he’d laugh and squeeze your hand a little bit before happily swinging it back and forth.

He won’t think much of it.

He’d also have no problems grabbing your own hand from time to time even if you don’t reach out to him first.

He’d grab your hand to drag you on whatever side adventure he feels like going on.

He’d hold your hand to keep you close when you’re alone in a dungeon together.

He’d hold you hand when he’s freaked out or when you’re freaked out.

He just likes holding the people he cares about close, whether it’s you or any member of the chain.

Like Sky, he doesn’t see an issue with it and has little to no issues with his personal space- it’s a pretty small bubble actually.

Hands are a special sort of connection for Hyrule because it’s where a lot of his magic flows out of. 

Since it’s a pivotal point of his perception of the world around him, he takes comfort in being able to read others by his touch alone and how they might be feeling at the time.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, Hyrule might not even notice it in the beginning.

He’d typically be holding onto you one way or another, and there’s always something going on right by his finger tips.

But by the time he notices that you’re holding hands, he’d smile and bashfully look at them for a minute or two before returning his attention to where it was prior.

It makes him happy in a fluttery sense that he can only compare to the moments when he takes flight in his fairy form.

He finds it warm and it flows all through his arm and chest and body- to where it feels like he’s been completely encompassed by a sense of safety and acceptance.

He would eventually find himself seeking your hand and your presence even if you’re no longer net to him for whatever reason.

He just begins to reach out next to him subconsciously expecting you to be there only for his heart to come crashing down when you’re not there.

Even if you’re not holding hands, he wants to have some connection to you.

An arm around your shoulders, around your waist, a hand playing with your hair, with the fringes of your clothes...

He might just hold onto the straps of your bags when you’re wearing them if you don’t want to hold his hand.

Hyrule doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable with his constant presence- but he’s clingy.

Four

Platonic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, Four would naturally be startled enough to ask what’s up.

If you say that you just wanted to hold his hand, he’d be little confused as to why did you choose him but he’s not going to make a scene over something as simple as hand holding.

Even if there’s a day where he doesn’t want it. 

Red does the same thing all the time when they’re split so you’ve got someone in your corner supporting you when it comes to spontaneous hand holding.

And the minish have never been shy about handholding anyway so they tend to grab and drag him around all the time as well.

It may not be the way he’d show his friendship but he supposes everyone is different and he likes being your friend.

It’s not a strict boundary that you’re crossing while you do this, so he lets it slide.

Like Legend, the more you do it though, the more he grows comfortable with it and grows to anticipate it and even prefer it when it comes to you.

He likes holding your hand as you travel when it gets to that point and he begins to search for your hand almost as much as you’d search for his.

It’s a quiet form of acceptance that Four appreciates from you and your friendship.

It’s not much but Four is the kind of person to enjoy the little things and he finds it to be a simple thing his overloaded brain can focus on on the louder days.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, this dude will be so happy. I’m talking instant pep in his step- borderline skipping down the trail you’re on.

He’s more likely to play with your hands than you are to play with his when you’re not traveling for the day.

His hands are covered with calluses and miniscule scars so he’s captivated by the lack of such on your own.

Four, like many others of the chain, tends to seek your hand out even when he’s asleep.

He’d rather hold your hand than put his arm around your waist.

He’d also be the kind of guy that fidgets a lot- so if you’re holding hands be aware that he’s going to squeeze your hand a lot, brush over your knuckles, your wrist and your palm

He’d give your fingers individual attention, pulling gently on your skin, bending them, gently twisting and watching them move

Four’s favorite time to hold your hand however is when it’s late at night, and everyone is quiet and on the cusp of sleep and maybe you’re asleep too, but it’s then when he’d play with your hand and gently brush his fingertips across your skin as he drifts off to sleep as well.

He’s very hands on

It’s very quiet and sweet, he loves it.

Legend

Platonic

If were to grab his hand out of the blue, he would definitely rip it out of your hold out of sheer awkwardness.

Especially near the beginning when you first join the group.

It would take you a few tries to get it to stick where he gives up on it.

Later on, once he’s grown used to it, he just lets you do what you want.

Whether that be play with his hand, just hold it or swing it around.

As long as you don’t try to play with or take off his rings he’s fine.

He’s pretty tolerant of it afterwards but it can easily blamed on the notion tat he’s come to expect it from you and know that you wouldn’t have given up otherwise.

It’s almost like a kill them with kindness scenario but with personal space and simple affectionate gestures instead.

It helps when Hyrule catches wind of your spontaneous hand holding and joins the cause.

So Legend has his hands full most of the time when you travel.

Literally.

It’s a good thing he has to two of them.

Romantic

If you were to grab his hand out of the blue, then he’d be a shy and stuttering mess for the entire time and even up to an hour after you’ve stopped holding onto him.

He’s a softly on the inside and he can’t help it.

But he also isn’t use to simple affection- especially since he’s on his own more often than not.

He wants to keep a loner attitude and how he doesn’t need anyone next to him. It’s why he’d shrug you off if you weren’t as close as you are.

But hand holding is a universal simple sign of ‘Hey, I want you next to me, I want to be next to you. And he doesn’t know how to properly articulate a response, let alone how to manage the emotions that come with it.

So he goes all red and blushy from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest but he holds your hand back with a soft smile and squeezes you gently.

It’s a shame he can’t quite look you in the eyes as it happens.

He gets really shy.

He’s under the impression that he shouldn’t quite enjoy it as much as he wants to... not if he’ll eventually lose it. Because he loses everything. And he’s not sure if he’s willing to suffer through the heart break afterwards even if it feel all soft and warm to hold you now.

It’s up to you to prove him otherwise and with enough time and patience, he’ll come around to accepting simple affection from more than just the friends around him.

He’ll fully allow himself to be encompassed by your relationship and what it means to love someone with his whole mind, body, heart and soul.

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Strawberry

Genre: smut, romance? Idk?

Summary: The reunion with your childhood best friend took some turns, and instead of hugs and tears all you wanted to do was kill the familiar stranger, that made your day at work worse.

(Ye, I suck at describing lmao)

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex, dom!Dabi, creampie, a bit of dacryphilia, a bit of teasing, rough sex, choking, facefucking.

,,Girl, just hop into the water’’ Mina screamed, taking all the attention you were giving to your phone. You were already regretting the decision you made to join her and Bakugo. You’ve never liked those public pools, and you never understand people who did. Like seriously, children there pee in the water, some of them even poop, who knows ? And its not that you are some hygiene freak, it’s simply a no go for you.

,, Nah, I’m good over here’’ You screamed back, hoping she heard you, as you hid under the shadow of the tree. Sun was also a big minus for you, since 10 minutes were enough for you to get sunburnt and end up with Yoghurt all over your body trying to pamper the burning stings. Plus your pierced nipples didn’t help in this case either, heating up too fast in the sun, since the only peace of clothing that covered them was your swimming suit.

,, You are no fun’’ she pouted, hoping her puppy face will work on you.

Usually on your days off, you liked to enjoy your time at home, reading a nice book or simply lazing around watching a movie, cooking for yourself, and doing simply anything that didn’t include contact with others. Yeah, you had enough contact with people since you were working at the famous café in the city.

People who saw you working there thought that you loved your job. Always smiling, always having so much patience. Truth to be told, you were exactly the opposite. You hate it wholeheartedly. You couldn’t deal with children screaming around all the time, while their parents ignored them, you couldn’t deal with drunk dudes, cat calling you all the time, and you couldn’t deal with rude costumers always complaining about something. Fuck it, you couldn’t deal with anyone.

You felt more than happy once the day came to an end and once you waved goodbye to your co-workers. Nothing against them of course, you loved Mina and Bakugo, but sun, water and loud crowd of people drained your energy out. At that point you found yourself appreciating your apartment and your bed more then ever before.

The next day you woke up pretty late, since you had late shift. Not that you were complaining, you liked sleeping longer, but the fact that you will be working till fucking 10 PM, if not even longer since it was summer, was driving you insane.

Sure waking up early isn’t amazing, but in the morning there wasn’t that much work, and it was much more quiet then in late shift. And sure, some people would consider calling sick, but you didn’t want to be such an asshole toward your co-workers.

Since you will be the one getting the orders on the counter and maybe, only maybe work with ice cream, you decided to wear your favorite comfy skirt, not too long, but also covering everything up. Once you found your fav comfy shirt, you tucked it inside of your skirt and did your casual make up before you left your apartment.

You didn’t like your work, but you were thankful that you could at least get a free meal there, since it saved a lot of time for you. It wasn’t anything special, but at least you didn’t have to prepare anything or stop to buy something before work.

,, DROP THE BEAT’’ Bakugo yelled once he saw you coming, making some weird noises as you gave your best to give them a Top Model walk.

,, TC, TC, TC’’ you repeated, waving your hips from side to side in the beat with the weird sound you and Bakugo made. You hopped beside them, as you took the small pack of cigarettes out of your bag.

Usually after the end of the morning shift, you and your co-workers sit together, enjoying the last minute of the shift exchange together. Of course if there’s a new costumer, one of you would go to work immediately. But most of the time, the café was almost empty at that time, giving you a chance to catch up a bit.

,, Today was pain in the ass, I swear’’ Shiggy said, taking one cigarette out of your package, while Bakugo told you everything you needed to know, if there was something to do and so on. Nodding your head, you lit a cigarette for yourself, preparing yourself for one hell of annoying day that was waiting for you.

Once Bakugo and Shiggy went home, you made your way toward the small counter, preparing everything you needed for the late shift, as you waited for Mina to arrive. You were glad that there weren’t any new costumers, since it gave you lots of time to prepare everything, from ice cream, to sandwiches and drinks.

,, Hiii girl, sorry for being late’’ Mina greeted you happily, while you placed the new drinks into the fridge. It wasn’t anything new for you, she was always late, but you never minded it at all. Your team had some up’s and down’s, but after all, all of you worked great together.

Around 7PM you wished you never got that fucking job. The café was getting fuller and fuller, and people were getting more and more annoying.

,, Can you please serve that table ?’’ Mina asked, pointing on the table where some boys were sitting down. Nodding your head, you took the small notebook and pen, before you made your way towards the table you had to serve.

,, Heyy, what can I do for you?’’ you asked, acting all happy as you prepared the small notebook to write the order.

,, Well, you can blow me off if you are asking that nicely’’ one of them said, making the rest of the boys laugh loudly. Taking one deep breath, you almost rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,, Can I take your order ?’’ you repeated yourself, ignoring the rude comments they gave you, talking about your skirt and how you looked, like you weren’t standing right in front of them.

,, Five beers. Sorry, they really don’t know how to behave’’ one of them, mature enough, said. Giving you one small and apologetic smile. Nodding your head, you just hurried back, wanting to finish their order fast enough, before you did something you would regret later.

Once you bought them their beer, and once they gave you the money, you almost smacked the bottle against the blondies head, when he started checking you out shamelessly. What pissed you even more was the fact that the line waiting for fucking ice cream was already waiting for you.

The whole day was a complete disaster and you wished more then ever to finish your shift and leave the fucking café. At least you had Mina by your side, as the two of you gave each other encouraging words.

,, What can I get for you?’’ you asked, faking a smile at the woman with a child. You were so done with that fucking job, but you couldn’t let the costumers figure that out.

,, Honey, what do you want?’’ she asked her child, as she prepared her wallet. The fact that she was waiting for you to come, and than ask her child what she wants was lowkey pissing you off. They could literally decide before you arrived, but whatever.

,, I want vanilla… Hmmmm, I want mint and strawberry!’’ the little girl screamed excitedly, as you prepared the cone, already putting the vanilla ice cream in it.

,, I’m sorry, we are out of Strawberry ice cream’’ you said, giving her a small smile, as the child started screaming and crying around how she wants strawberry. You had to give your best and stop yourself from throwing the cone against the child’s face. That little girl was old enough to understand what a no means.

,, Sorry sweetie, do you want anything else?’’ you asked, hoping she’ll stop with the whole theater.

,, Noooo I want strawberry’’ she screamed, crying loudly.

,, Just give her raspberry’’ the woman said, rolling her eyes in annoyance like it was your fault that you were out of the strawberry ice cream. Mina noticed that your blood was already boiling, as she asked you if you need some help. Once she heard you saying how everything’s fine, she continued with her work.

NOTHING WAS FINE FOR FUCKS SAKE, NOTHING.

,, What can I get you?’’ you repeated the same question, as a guy approached, holding his phone in his right hand. You looked at him, giving him one fake smile, as you analyzed his face. Black hair, scarred face, few tattoos and lots of piercings. His appearance was pretty much freaking you out, but you had to stay professional and just wait for his order.

,, Hey, strawberry and chocolate’’ he said, casually scrolling the screen of his phone with his thumb. The moment you heard him say strawberry you wanted to quit that fucking job and just move to Poland or whichever country.

,, We are out of strawberry, sorry’’ you breathed out, hoping that the last cell in your brain didn’t die at that moment.

,,Oh ok, then only strawberry is fine’’ he said, giving you a small smile. At that moment you were more then sure that he was making fun of you, even a deaf person was able to catch up that strawberry wasn’t an option anymore after that stupid child made a scene. And that’s when you finally snapped, having enough of everyone’s shit.

,, Which part of we are out of strawberry you didn’t understand?’’ you asked, slamming the cone onto the counter, almost regretting your actions. But once you noticed the way he was trying not to laugh made you snap even more.

,, Are you making fun of me ? Is this funny to you ?’’ your voice was raising with every word you spoke. Once Mina realized that you were having your half mental breakdown, screaming at costumer, she hurried toward you, repeating your name all over again as she tired to catch your attention.

Hearing your name, his eyes widened in surprise, now totally focused on you instead of his cellphone and if Mina wasn’t there, you would probably start a bitch fight with him for even looking at you that way.

,, Woah, what’s going on? ‘’ she asked confused, as you gave the dude death glares.

,,This guy here is going on. He’ll be my 13th reason why’’ you screamed waving your hands in air, not even trying to calm down anymore.

,, Chill out, we only have 30 minutes more till we close’’ she said, patting your back slowly, as she mouthed small sorry to the guy.

,, Oh, 30 minutes ? We’re out of the ice cream’’ you hissed, slamming the glass down, giving him a clear sign that he won’t lick shit tonight. If your boss heard and saw you at that moment, you would be fired in just a second.

After 20 minutes, the two of you happily told the costumers that they have to leave. Before you could leave, you took two corona tests, already working on your own test as Mina went to the toilet to change.

,, OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNANT’’ she screamed, placing one hand over her mouth.

,, Bitch, this is corona test’’ you hissed, loud laugh following your words. ,, And it’s only one line, which means that I’m negative. What the fuck’’ you laughed, placing one test in front of her, thinking about where the fuck did she get all her informations from, since she thought that one line means pregnant. Ignoring the fact that she thought that corona test is fucking pregnancy test.

,, You really overacted today, maybe he didn’t hear’’ she said, as you puffed onto your cigarette.

,, Girl, even my grandma from nursing home could hear that we were out of strawberry, and trust me her hearing aids ain’t worth shit’’ you rolled your eyes, making Mina giggle quietly.

,, But still, he might tell to boss, you don’t know that guy’’ she whispered, as you watched the guy sitting on the bench with his friends. She had a point sadly, he did look like someone who would cause trouble just for fun.

,, You’re right, I’ll go and apologize’’ you said once you saw him wave goodbye to his friends. Taking one deep breath you hugged Mina, before you forced yourself to walk fast enough to catch up with him.

,, Hey’’ you screamed, almost running behind him, hoping he actually heard you. Once he turned around, giving you one hella confusing look, you sighed in relief, placing both of your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.

,, Wow, such a sporty spirit’’ he joked as he watched you fight for air.

,, Yeah, oh my god. I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier’’ you managed to say somehow, ignoring his comments.

,, Yeah, that wasn’t very nice of you’’ he pointed, taking one cigarette and placing it between his lips. ,,I was ready to write a review on google about the way you treated me’’ he joked once again, but you completely misunderstood it.

,,I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT’’ you screamed, pointing your finger in his direction. ,, Look man, I already hate my job, don’t make it any worse’’ you whined loudly, not getting the irony in his voice.

,, Well, let me treat you with dinner, what do you think? And then I’ll think about the review’’ he smiled, using the way you misunderstood his words in his advantage. Once you heard him say that, you definitely regretted the way you acted one hour ago.

,, That won’t work, I have a cat waiting for me home and trust me, he ain’t capable feeding himself on his own’’ you spat, hoping he’ll understand and simply leave you alone, but once you saw him raise his eyebrow at you and giving you one questioning look, you almost rolled your eyes on him.

,, but you can come with me and we can order fucking tacos or whatever’’ you added, surprised that you went that far and disappointed once he accepted your invite.

,,Taquitoooo, I’m home babyyyy’’ you screamed, kicking your shoes as you got inside your apartment. Turning around you found the tall man looking around, analyzing every corner of your apartment.

,, Taquito? You’ve gotta be kidding me’’ he laughed at you. Even tho you just met the guy, it felt like you knew him for ages for some weird reason.

He sat outside on the balcony, as you prepared the two glasses and drinks for the two of you, while he ordered some food.

,, Anyway, what’s your name ?’’ you asked, remembering that you don’t know shit about the man sitting in your apartment.

,,Ah yes, I totally forget that, the name is Dabi’’ he grinned, taking the glass away from you, as he made himself at home.

,, Why the fuck did you call your cat Taquito?’’ he asked, as your cat jumped onto his lap, purring softly, making you just stare at them surprisingly. Taquito didn’t even like your family and friends, yet he was all cuddly with some fucking stranger.

,, Yeah long story short, I was drunk as fuck, found him on the street while I watched the stupid Tiktok about a girl that bought a turtle and called it Taquito’’ you said fast, as you sat there waiting for the food. Once you had a good look of him, something felt off. Nothing weird or scary, but you only felt like you already knew him. Sure, you definitely wouldn’t forget a face like his, but something about his eyes was telling you that you met him somewhere.

,, Anyway, enough about my cat. Did we meet somewhere?’’ you asked, staring at him shamelessly as he played with Taquito.

,, Maybe ?’’ he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

,, Cut it. Your eyes are familiar. I swear, I feel like I know you from somewhere ‘’ you confessed, placing a finger on your lip, as you tried to figure out from where you know him.

,, Yeah, I have such a pretty eyes, don’t I’’ he said, blinking fast as he tried to give some weird effect with it.

,, You can’t be that stupid doll’’ he added, when he realized that you still can’t remember him. Sure he changed, sure he went thru some shit and ended up with scars, and sureee he colored his hair black, but still he felt a bit disappointed when he realized that you have no idea who he is.

,, Does a name Touya tell you anything ?’’ he asked, raising his eyebrow at you playfully, laughing loudly at your confused face.

,, Nah, go fuck with someone else, that can’t be true’’ you hissed, crossing your arms on your chest. If you saw Touya, you would remember him, your childhood best friend.

,, Monday, 2PM, old tree house?’’ he said, almost asked about something only the two of you knew, trying not to laugh at your shocked expression.

,, It can’t be’’ you gasped, eyes wide enough, almost popping out of your skull. ,, YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU CONTACT ME?’’ you screamed jumping suddenly, making Taquito run form his lap, scared from your sudden reaction.

,, Honestly, I forgot what your last name was, so I couldn’t find you anywhere’’ he admitted, happy you finally remembered him. Sure he didn’t recognize you at first either, but once he heard your co worker calling you by your name, he immediately figured everything out, and understood why you seemed so familiar.

,, Are you serious ? And what kind of reunion was that ? I was ready to choke you with a fucking ice cream cone’’ you laughed, still not believing that the stranger sitting in front of you was no one else than fucking Touya Todoroki, the best friend you once had that left you behind and went overseas.

,, Yeah that was one iconic reunion if you ask me’’ he laughed out, thinking about the way you acted few hours ago.

The two of you talked about everything possible, about his life overseas, about the past, your shitty job, your cat and his dislike on every living being. Once it was too late, he wanted to leave, but you simply couldn’t let him go home at such a late hour, since people at the city were pretty weird and the city isn’t the quiet and safe one and after a long time of your insisting he finally agreed.

When you woke up, Touya was nowhere to be found, but he did leave a small piece of paper, with a number and apology written on it. You grinned to yourself, as you hurried to get ready for your work, since you stood up too late.

The day was much better than the last one, only instead of Mina who always managed to calm you down, you had Bakugo who was even more aggressive then you are by your side. You had the same task as last night, but once you saw Touya and his group of friends making themselves comfortable at one of the tables in the corner, you told Bakugo that you’ll take their order.

,, hayyy, alredy know your order ?’’ you asked excitedly placing your hands on Touya’s shoulders from behind, the smile on your face being honest for a change.

,, My girllll, why didn’t you text me ?’’ he whined, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you down, forcing you to hug him.

,, Didn’t the two of you have a huge fight last night because of strawberry ice cream?’’ one of his friends asked, totally confused.

,, We talked it out’’ you laughed, as he placed a small kiss on your cheek, before you finally took their order, almost forgetting you are at work.

If you were being honest, the whole shift was better with him and Bakugo who was cursing every second costumer around. Almost every 15 minutes Touya would end up at the counter, asking for a strawberry ice cream. Every time you would tell him that you are out of it, he would simply ask for the Book of complaints, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

You were surprised when you noticed that he was actually waiting for you, laughing loudly when Bakugo commented how this whole romantic shit is making him sick.

The next few days the two of you spend way too much together, and first time in forever you actually liked having someone around. Every day he would drop by at your work, and wait till you are done and then the two of you would go home and have a late dinner, while he had cuddle season with Taquito.

On Saturday, you were looking for excuses to call sick, and once Mina told you that the only person who would be forced to jump in was no one else than Rumi, you immediately called them, acting all sick and everything.

After you called, you gave yourself one good deserved nap, not feeling bad anymore since Rumi was the co-worker no one liked.

The loud knocks at your door woke you up, grabbing your phone your eyes widened in shock once you realized that you slept almost the whole day. Rubbing your eyes, you rushed to open the damn door.

,, What the fuck?’’ Touya hissed, once he saw you healthy and alive standing there in nothing but oversized shirt.

,, what? I overslept a bit’’ you gave him a weak smile, as you let him in. You were surprised yourself that you slept that long, but you totally deserved it.

,, I swear, once your co worker told me you’re sick, I thought you died or something’’ he added, following you inside.

,, Yeah, I just needed some rest’’ you laughed, hoping he’ll chill the fuck out. Thankfully he calmed down real fast, almost forgetting about all the worry he had once he saw you all healthy, and once he saw Taquito running happily to him.

There was something comforting in having Touya around again. Somehow it made you feel like a child again, and the fact that he’s staying this time, for real, made your heart skip a beat for some weird reason. He was all the time around, at your work waiting for you, giving you a ride back home or walking you back home, dropping by on your days off with your favorite snacks and so on. Usually you wouldn’t like it, but since it was him, you embraced the affection he was giving you wholeheartedly.

You even became a laughing stick at your work, as your co-workers always made jokes about your new lover boy. Especially Mina and Bakugo, turning every conversation into Touya related one.

Making the drinks some costumers ordered, a yawn escaped your lips. Still sleepy as fuck, you somehow managed to put your attention on your work instead of the lack of sleep.

,, So, how was the date last night ? What did you two do ?’’ you asked, remembering that Bakugo met some girl he liked so much last night.

,, See when two people come together, they perform an intimate act called getting fucking railed’’ Bakugo said, trying to sound as romantic as possible.

,, You’re disgusting’’ you gasped, throwing the small sponge at him, as he laughed loudly, making his way to the costumer that just got in.

You were completely focused on your work, until Bakugo told you that your lover boy is there, and he’ll be the one to get his order. Rolling your eyes, you just let him do it, as you continued with the work you already did.

Bakugo was much louder than usually, probably because his little date went good, singing around you and joking around every now and then. Not that it bothered you, in fact, you were so glad that he showed his unusual side that day, since he’s grumpy and mad almost all the time.

,, I swear the headache is killing me today’’ you whined loudly, hopping beside Touya once you got the chance. You took one cigarette from him, and lit it up, enjoying the peace with almost no costumers around.

,, You seem pretty close with that guy’’ Touya said, also taking one cigarette.

,, Huh? You mean Bakugo?’’ you asked and he simply nodded his head, not taking his eyes from the spiky haired guy. ,, Yeah, we are pretty close’’ you added, puffing onto your cigarette.

,, You like him ?’’ Touya’s eyes met yours, making you feel a bit uneasy with his sudden behavior.

,, No, we are literally only friends and he’s much younger, wait, why ?’’ you were too confused, finding it hard to proceed the whole situation. Changing the topic, he simply asked what you wanna do after work, acting as nothing happened at all.

,, So, that Bakugo guy, he has a girlfriend ?’’ Touya asked, as the two of you made your way to the nearest store.

,, At this point I’m not sure if you are interested in me or Bakugo’’ you joked, dragging your feet lazily.

,, In you, obviously’’

After that day Touya was giving his best to show you how he felt, he was giving his best to show everyone to who you belong. Being a little too touchy in front of his friends and your co workers, in a way that seemed innocent to you, yet clear to everyone else. Small kisses he usually placed on your cheeks, were getting closer and closer to your lips. The hand he usually places around your shoulders, was getting lower and lower.

Even when he comes over, he was using every little chance he had to touch you, using everything you liked into his advantage. He knew how much you loved when someone caressed you, and he did it more than gladly for you. Tracing his fingers against your soft skin, starting with your arms, only to end up with his hand under your shirt, caressing your back slowly, until you would end up falling asleep in his arms.

,, What do you want to watch ?’’ you asked, placing the bowl of popcorn onto the table, while Touya waited for you patiently on you couch. The weather was perfect for nothing else than a lazy movie evening.

Hopping next to him, you made yourself comfortable as you listened to the storm outside. The sound of strong wind and thunder was more then relaxing to you, and for some reason you enjoyed weather like that.

Gasping loudly, you jumped a little once your cat tried to climb onto you, destroying your small enjoyable moment.

,,Taquito get the fuck off her, she has a boyfriend’’ Touya pushed the cat away gently, joking around, as you just sat there and watched him, eyes wide in shock.

,, Do I?’’ you asked, not moving at all.

,, Fuck yes, you do’’ he added, wrapping his right arm around you, pulling you closer to him, as he looked for a perfect movie to watch. He took his time searching for anything interesting, mumbling some words of disappointments as he couldn’t find anything on Netlfix. At the end he played Oh, Ramona! , since none of you watched it and it was it was simply in Netflix recommendation list.

Pulling you closer to him, he started tracing his fingers along your arm, both of you concentrated on the weird movie that was playing on the screen of your Television. You always begged your friends to caress your arm, since you loved the ticklish feeling that always made you sleepy, yet they would always refuse it, giving you some lame excuses how they’re tired and so on.

Now that Touya was doing it without you having to ask him, you tried to enjoy every second of it. If you only knew, how much Touya enjoyed it, almost as much as you did. The feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips was driving him crazy, as he traced them down your tattoos, mesmerizing every inch of them.

The air got steamier in one moment, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the overly erotic scenes that were showed in the movie, or because his hand was now under your shirt, slowly moving from your back, to the side of your hips.

Trying to calm yourself down a little, you grabbed your phone, checking out all of the unread messages in the group chat. The way he moved hiss hands from side to side made you almost way to shaky. It took you some time to write a reply to your friends, and you almost dropped your phone once he put a little bit pressure into his touch, making your skin burn under his palm.

,, You should concentrate on the movie doll’’ Touya said, not stopping his movements.

,, Yeah, sorry’’ you mumbled, dropping your phone beside you, as you tried not to close your eyes in pleasure.

Once the movie got too erotic fro your taste, you found yourself with your phone in your hands again, trying to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks. Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by Touya. Annoyed groan left his lips, as he snatched the phone away from you.

,, You really don’t listen’’ he pointed, hiding the phone away from you, as you complained quietly. The hand that was under your shirt was suddenly wrapped around your neck, pushing you slowly into the couch, there was no pressure in it, but the sudden turn of the whole situation made your eyes widen in shock.

,, Are you bored doll? ‘’ he asked, his face only inches away from yours as he locked your body under his own.

,, No, it’s just.. the movie is too much’’ you whispered, gulping on your saliva as he slowly tapped his fingers around your neck. This time you didn’t have to ask yourself, you knew that he was the one turning you on, and not the fucking scenes from the movie.

,, too erotic’’ you mumbled, making him laugh loudly.

,, You should have kept your eyes on me, instead of your phone, if it was getting to much for you’’ he gave you a smile, a dangerous one.

,, That won’t help’’ you confessed, making him smirk widely as you spoke those words. How could it help, when he was laying beside you handsome without even trying, as his hand was caressing your body gently.

,, Oh, am I turning you on?’’ he asked, mocking you shamelessly, as you tried to avoid his eyes.

Touya didn’t need your reply, the way you acted in the moment was enough for him, and God did he want to fuck you senseless in that moment. His hand moved a bit up from your neck, holding your jaw in one place, as he connected his lips with yours.

His hold on your jaw grew stronger, forcing you to open your mouth just enough so he could slip his tongue inside. Not breaking the kiss, he parted your tights apart, as he hovered on top of you, his hips between your legs, slowly grinding against your clothed core.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer into the kiss, not giving a shit about the movie or your phone anymore. The way he was grinding against you, the way you could feel his hard dick rubbing against you, made you insane in that moment and you found yourself wanting more and more.

,, On your knees’’ Toyua commanded, breaking the kiss as he sat onto the couch, spreading his legs enough to give you some space between them. Without thinking twice, you obeyed, positioning yourself down, between his legs, as he pushed his hips just a bit to pull his sweatpants and boxers down.

Touya looked down on you, not hiding the smirk on his face, as he slowly caressed your hair. Kissing the tip gently, you looked up through your long lashes, satisfied with the fact that he was going crazy as much as you do. He cursed something under his breath, as you gave him one lick, taking your time and making sure you licked every inch of it.

,, Don’t tease me doll, you’re not in position for it’’ he hissed, as you placed your lips on the tip of his cock. His hand found its way to your hair, gripping onto it, as he brought your mouth farther down him. You wanted to take your time, to play at your own pace, but Touya didn’t let you, he waited too long for this to happened and teasing wasn’t something he needed in the moment.

,, Open your mouth a bit more’’ he growled, gripping your hair tighter then before. He wanted you to obey him, he wanted you to do everything he wanted in that moment and you did, you gladly did.

It was the first time you had someone’s dick deep down your throat, and the feeling you weren’t used to made your eyes glossy so fast as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.

Without giving you any time to get used to it, he started moving his hips, as he held your head in place. You could feel his hardness more then clear now, as his hips thrust into your mouth at some lazy, yet strong pace. Focused on his dick, you didn’t even realize that tears were rolling down your cheeks, vision getting blurry as his moves got much faster, not giving you a chance to breath properly.

,, You look so pretty when you cry’’ Touya groaned, getting even more turned on as he watched you get ruined because of his dick. The small amount of mascara you had, was all gone, turning your tears into blurry shade of black. You started gagging, and without even knowing you tried to move away a bit, giving your best to breath through your nose.

Looking up on him, you saw him squeeze his eyes shut, head swung back into the edge of your couch. You could feel your saliva dripping down your chin, and if you weren’t in that position at the moment, you would probably end up blushing. But none of that was possible, since all you could focus on was his dick hitting the same spot of your throat.

Touya stopped his movements, slowly petting your head, as you fought for your breath, coughing loudly, while tears rolled down your cheeks. If it was someone else, you would probably told them to go to hell and throw them out of your apartment, but it was Touya, and all you wanted was to do was make him feel good.

,, My good girl’’ he praised, pulling you up into his lap. You wanted to stay in his lap a bit longer, you wanted to snuggle into his neck and enjoy the moment, but just after he gave you one sloppy kiss, you found yourself under him again.

Touya took your shorts and panties off, throwing them across the living room together with his shirt. In less then a minute, the two of you were all naked, enjoying the feeling of each others skin.

,, Touya, please’’ you begged, feeling his hard erection between your legs, as he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites all over it. Taking one deep breath, he started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your clit, making you beg for him even more.

,, Needy baby’’ he mocked, placing his tip only a bit into your core, as he continued to tease you, loving every second of the way you were almost breaking down for him.

A loud scream escaped your lips as he entered his full length into you, kissing your jaw and giving you some time to adjust his size. The moment he looked down your body, to see his dick buried deep inside your core, something else grabbed his attention. Cursing loudly, his eyes focused on two shiny pieces of metal, pierced thru both of your nipples.

,, How didn’t I notice this earlier’’ he hissed, lowering his head just enough as he sucked onto your nipple, the contrast of the warm feeling of your skin and the cold metal against his tongue made his curse all over again. His hand found it’s way to your left boob, slowly pinching and twisting your nipple, making you throw your head back, and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else than his dick that stood still inside you, while his tongue was working wonders on you.

Playing with the small piercing, Touya started moving his hips at a lazy and sloppy pace, making you feel every single inch of him. Touya groaned against your nipple, deciding to waste no time, bringing his cock out and then slamming it back inside almost urgently.

Your hand reached up to his hair, tugging it roughly, as your other hand went up to his back, scratching red lines down helping release some of the pleasure you felt in the moment. Touya rocked his hips quickly, gaining depth with each thrust he made, as you were pulling at his hair lightly, eyes shut strongly as you moaned his name loudly.

He loved how you felt around him, he loved the way you were scratching his back and tugging his hair, yet he wanted more. Placing his hand around your throat, he gave it a small squeeze. It looked like he was asking for a permission, but he wasn’t. In fact it was more like a sign, a little sign for you to prepare yourself for what’s coming.

You didn’t get the little hint he gave you, totally unprepared once his grip around your throat grew stronger, making your breathing stop, as he slammed his hips at ruthless speed. He enjoyed playing with you, giving you only a second to fight for air, before he puts the pressure around your neck again, wrapping his fingers firmly around it.

In one moment you weren’t sure if he forgot about the fact that you couldn’t breath, hand wrapped around your throat for too long making your eyes roll back. You clenched his hair, yanking it tightly, giving him a sign that you need air, only for him to smirk in response as he held it even tighter, thrusting into you with much more force then he did before.

You were more then grateful when he gave you a whole minute to breath properly. But even without his hand around your neck, you had trouble catching your breath since he was hitting your sweet spot all over and over again. Of course, that was your problem and not his.

Feeling your walls getting tighter around his dick, he once again put the not so small pressure onto your throat, forcing the tears out of you as he continued to reach your g spot each time he slammed back inside. Scratching his back, your grabbed his hand that was wrapped around your throat with your own, closing your eyes shut as you found yourself coming undone. You weren’t sure if it was because of the lack of air, or because he didn’t stop his movements, but the orgasm that hit you was the best one you ever had.

In that moment, Touya left your neck alone, smirking to himself as he noticed the marks of his fingertips buried deep in the skin of your neck. Placing his hands onto your hips, he sped up, rocking his hips against your at animalistic speed as he reached his own high.

Groaning loudly he came inside, body collapsing on your own as he slowly fucked his seed into you, as he repeated how much he loves you all over again.

Once the two of you finally calmed down, Touya helped you clean yourself, being extra careful like you were a small piece of glass that was about to break any moment.

Hopping back onto the couch, you rolled your eyes at the view of the ending of the stupid movie Touya found. He wrapped his arm around you, snatching the cigarette that was hanging between your lips and placing it between his own.

,,Oh God’’ you gasped loudly, as your cat jumped on top of you, making you jump a bit in surprise. ,, Fuck off Taquito, I have a boyfriend’’ you pushed your cat lightly away, repeating the words Touya said few hours ago, making him grin widely as he placed a kiss on your cheek.