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Starting to feel alive again. Here’s Todoroki as an angel while I figure out what to write...
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“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”
— Rumi
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"It took three betrayals for me to finally understand; the world is just an elaborate tapestry of lies"
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“i’m not against socializing, so long as
it’s not tiring.”
for @mercoledie happy bday, res! ♡
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This is cute 🙂
katsuki is the guy who sticks a finger in your mouth when you yawn, and if you manage to bite down, he won’t even flinch.
HAHA HE WOULD THO! This is worth a quick lil blurb-
Your mouth opens wide in a yawn as you lay next to Katsuki in the living room after your evening meal. He glances away from his book, watching you with steady, judging eyes as you stretch yourself across the already too-small couch.
"What?" You catch his gaze, rubbing the water from your eyes, "I'm sleepy."
He says nothing and turns back to his reading, only to be annoyed by your feet digging into his side moments later as you splay yourself further into his corner of the couch with a second yawn. So he does what any (idiot) boyfriend would do, sticking his finger into your unguarded mouth in response.
Your eyes shoot open, jaws clamping down on his finger before he has the time to pull himself out of the danger zone. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Heh.” A teasing smirk breaks his neutral expression. “Your reflexes aren’t bad.”
Your keep your mouth shut, his finger still held between your teeth. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to keep him from tugging it free easily.
“You might wanna let go. Need to wash my hands.”
You spit out his finger immediately, “Ew! Why would you do that if they’re dirty?!”
“Kiddin’” He wipes his finger on the side of his sweatpants. “You saw me wash ‘em after dinner. Gotta wash them again now though.”
He walks the short distance to the kitchen sink, rinsing his slightly reddened finger under cool water before making his way back to you. You’re distracted with your own reading now and have curled up so there is more space for him. He sits down beside you, ready to finally finish his chapter for the night distraction free.
And then he yawns.
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"I don't ever want to become like them. I'll have to be careful"
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Bakugou body mod/ piercer, he's a bit older than you almost thirty to your 25, you have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work before he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab your tongue he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool. "Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.
Instead he chokes on it.
It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.
Hanging on every word.
"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."
"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.
"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.
"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"
That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.
"I do everything."
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Not me writing porn at work :)
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What would you do if your fave was dared to kiss the prettiest person in the room and without missing a beat they came to you?
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— You poor things. I happen to be kindhearted, so I can’t look the other way. That girl is probably going to die any minute now. I’ll give you some blood! Both of you! If he chooses you, you can become demons.
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Kenshin Uesugi - Desire (Part 3) | Kenshin x Reader
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Part 3 Summary: You have found yourself in Kenshin’s bed with the orders to “sleep”, but how can you sleep with this beautiful man lying next to you?
Sleep is impossible.
I try my best to ignore the hunk of a man lying next to me, but it’s about the same as trying to ignore a grizzly bear sleeping outside your tent.
That buzz—that strange attraction I felt around him when we first met—is only growing stronger.
This is torture. He is clearly awake. There is no chance a warlord like him would risk falling asleep beside his enemy, even if that enemy were a helpless naive girl like me.
I think about rolling over and using the rope around my wrists to strangle his neck, but I don’t want to test the seriousness of his sword. Besides, if we were just going to sleep, I could find a way to survive this…
Wrong. The longer the silence goes on, the more I want to do something about it.
I can hear his smug breathing beside me, and it is making me increasingly more restless.
Even when he is at rest, Kenshin has the ability to start a riot. It’s like the calmer he is, the more the intensity of his aura grows. The sound of his breathing. His sighs. The minuscule movements of his body—all of it sets me on edge. There is no way I can relax. I try to stop the thoughts from coming, but they flood like a backlogged river over the side of a cliff
—Him. Those sweet hands all over my body. That rough breath on my neck. Those cold eyes looking down at me with desire. I want him. I want him. I—
“Would you stop that?” Kenshin’s chilling voice interjects my fantasies.
The river of my thoughts freezes over. “Stop what?” I muster
“Your breathing,” he says, his voice oddly tense, “It’s... rattling me.”
The silence that follows is borderline explosive. My body tingles with an equal amount of passion and annoyance. Eventually, I make out: “If my breathing annoys you so much, maybe you should’ve left me in the cage.”
He sighs. “You’re right, perhaps I didn’t think this through…”
There is movement on the bed next to me.
I feel Kenshin rolling toward me.
The goosebumps ring up in succession along my spine.
I hold myself tighter in my position as if if I don’t, my body will subconsciously react.
“Tell me,” he says, his tone begging my attention, “What are your intentions with Nobunaga?”
I turn to him.
In the quiet darkness of the room, his stare becomes direly intimate.
“What do you mean?” I say after a heart-pounding moment.
Kenshin goes on, “If it is to destroy him, I must applaud you, you’re doing a good job.”
Now I’m full-out annoyed. “As someone who only sees the world as a battlefield, you wouldn’t understand.” I guess love does have the power to destroy, but that pales in comparison to its ability to create beautiful things.
“I see the world for what it is,” Kenshin continues, “A cold place where only the strong survive.”
The flames of annoyance burn brighter in my heart. “You’re wrong,” I say, panting. Why does it annoy me so much?
Then I realize, someone like Kenshin, he’s probably never had anyone he could trust. It’s not his fault that he sees the world the way he does, it probably honestly is what he’s experienced.
I’ve just met this man and yet…
Why am I so determined to change his mind? Why do I want so badly for him to see the truth of himself?
The need to break him out of whatever mind-prison he’s created overcomes all else.
Despite all my conflicting feelings, I know what I must do.
“Untie me,” I demand.
He looks at me with that lazy curiosity that only fans the flames. “And just why would I do that?” he says.
“Because you won’t get anywhere in life if you tie up all your problems.”
Confusion, annoyance, and bitterness, all pass through his face. He settles on his usual look of pretend disinterest. “What is that? Some new type of philosophy?”
“No, it’s just common knowledge.”
“You intrigue me… once again I’m interested to see where you go with this. After all, you know you won’t get far even if you try to run.”
He cuts the ties around my wrists and feet.
As soon as he’s done, I place my freed hand on his chest.
“What…” he stutters, “What do you think you’re doing?”
My resolution is reinforced when I feel the warm touch of his skin. It’s just as I thought, he is human after all. “Act out all you wish,” I say, “I promise I won’t run.”
Disbelief flits across his beautiful mismatched eyes.
The rawness of his expression takes the final jab at my heart. In that fleeting moment, I can see all of him—all the pain, the hurt, the suffering that led him to be the cold-hearted man he is today. And it is the most beautiful, tragic thing I’ve ever seen.
“First you challenge me to escape, and now you promise not to run? I know women are confused creatures, but I believe Nobunaga has picked one that is especially not right in the head…”
Ouch, that hurts… but after seeing that look in Kenshin’s eyes, I can’t take his words quite that seriously.
“Think of me what you will, but you’ll see in time.” I turn back over to my side. The tension has dissipated a bit and now sleep is looking hopeful. “Goodnight Kenshin.”
***
Kenshin stares at the woman as she falls asleep.
What a strange creature, he thinks to himself.
He turns over to his side and tries to ignore the distinct drumming at his heart. His chest is still warm from where her hand had lingered.
He hasn’t let anyone touch him in so long, he almost forgot what it felt like.
Despite his best efforts, he can’t sleep. He resigns to pacing the room.
What to do about this?
He looks out the window into the blue night. Nobunaga would be coming soon, it’s a wonder it’s taken him this long. But then… why didn’t he feel excited? Isn’t this what he always wanted? To clash swords with the only other man as wicked as him?
Or maybe not anymore… that woman has changed something in his greatest enemy.
As he looks to the sleeping figure on the bed a twinge of possessiveness seizes him.
He will not forgive this woman for taking away his greatest pleasure.
Her strange words still buzz in his mind. He tries to bat them away. And those words, I will make her explain them.
Annoyed, he knows what he must do. When a game becomes dull, one must up the stakes.
He is still looking out the window as the sun rises, the plan already settled in his mind.
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Job Interviewer: So, do you have any special skills?
Me: Finding a single modicum of what could be considered affection between two people and then turning it into five fanfics, eight drawings, and sixteen posts about how they could get past their differences and care about each other.
Job Interviewer:
Me:
Me: I also know Photoshop.
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