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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Reader teaching Haganezuka how to eat that kittykat and fuck it properly because we all know he's a virgin still uwu

(bonus points for size kink, implied age gap [reader 20s])

(bonus points and cookies for Haganezuka being so focused, listening very intently to the puss eating lesson but gets super into it and tunes out reader as he begins to figure what to do and he can't stop himself from overstimmulating reader, which has reader smacking his head so he finally lets go)

Argh yes okay here we go! I love this beautiful nutjob and I got carried away. (I left the age of the reader ambiguous because personally I am old as shit, but I think I get cookies still for the overstimmulating?)

Also... I really want to write a part 2. I want us to take care of him after the events of season 3 because I just know that once the adrenaline wore off this poor man was hurting so bad.

Anyway, enjoy!

UNBREAKABLE, UNQUENCHABLE.

F!Reader x Hotaru Haganezuka

Content Guidance: cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, not stopping when reader tells him to (reader is still into it though)

Minors DNI.

"I don't make swords for civilians," the swordsmith said, his voice deep and his tone final. He turned away from you, continuing his journey down the mountain path, the soft thud of his footsteps accompanied by the gentle tinkling of the windchimes hanging from his hat.

Your heart sank for a moment before you steeled your resolve and renewed your determination. It was never going to be easy and you'd mentally prepared for rejection. This swordsmith was infamous for his unbending resolve and temper.

Running a step ahead of him, you turned to stare into the wide bug-eyes of his hyottoko mask. "Please, Haganezuka... I need a nichirin blade."

He continued walking as if he expected to simply pass through you. "No."

"But it's the only thing I can use to kill demons."

He paused. "Demon slayers kill demons. Not civilians. No sword for you."

"I am a demon slayer, just not an official one." You brace yourself for a telling off. Usually whenever you admitted to going rogue you were met with lectures about the proper way to do things and told to leave things to the demon slayer corps— but their numbers were dwindling and you'd never quite figured out breathing styles well enough for your sensei to agree to send you to final selection. Still, hacking and slashing got the job done with the right blade. "Please, Haganezuka. I had a sword with your stamp on it before. It was the best blade I've ever had and—"

"Where did you get it?" His voice was strained as if forced between gritted teeth.

"I found it..."

"SOMEONE LOST MY SWORD?"

"Yes... maybe, but I found it. It served me well and I really want another."

He turned his face away from you slightly, making the windchimes ring. "What happened to it? Did you lose the sword too?"

"No, it broke."

You could've sworn he was vibrating. "m-m-m-m-m-m-my SWORD???"

The elongated lips of the mask poked your cheek as he stepped right up against you. His haori concealed the true size and density of his body, but with him standing so close, you could tell he was muscular and incredibly strong. He was also apparently unhinged, but then again, you reasoned, what was life without a little zest?

“YOU BROKE MY SWORD??”

You'd been pre-warned that his swords were the key to winning him over, so you kept your voice level as you emptied your arsenal. "Your sword was the finest sword I have ever seen. It was an honor to wield it, Mr. Haganezuka. Not even the blade of a hashira could compare to the sublime craftsmanship of that sword. I dream about that sword." You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his body pulse against your palm as you added in a lower, more sultry tone. "And I've dreamed about meeting the artist who forged such a perfect sword for a very long time."

His chest rose sharply as he pushed out the only response he could manage; a strained, breathless grunt.

Taking his broad, calloused hand in yours, you gazed into the eyes of his mask. "Mr. Haganezuka... please make me a sword?"

The trees swayed overhead, the sigh of the leaves the only break in the utter silence between you and the swordsmith.

"Mister Haganezuka?"

The windchimes tinkled. "Tell me your name."

You told him, and he repeated it back, slowly and carefully as if trying it out.

The mask's mouth moved to your nose as he stared you in the eyes. "Mine is Hotaru. Do you need a husband?"

"I... uhh..." you stammered, suddenly feeling very warm as the heat of his burly frame pulsed against you. "Do I need a..."

He carefully removed the hyottoko mask and with it, removed every particle of air from your lungs. Ravenette hair threaded with silver, amber eyes which glowed like the forge, dark, severe eyebrows which slanted downward as he awaited your answer. He was... beautiful, treading the fine line between painfully pretty and achingly rugged.

"Yes." You said firmly. "Yes I do need a husband."

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Two days later you were married to Hotaru and about to spend your first night at the Swordsmith Village. Ordinarily, outsiders had to undergo a lengthy initiation process to ensure the village remained a secret, but the village chief fast-tracked your application and damn near pulled you through the gates himself.

It seemed he was just as keen as you were to get your marriage to Hotaru underway. In fact, the whole village pitched in to ensure your wedding went ahead quickly and without a snag.

“Thank you for marrying Hotaru,” the village chief whispered while you were in the middle of your vows. “You have no idea the relief you have brought to the village. We were beginning to lose hope. He has never shown any interest in anything besides swords. Once Hotaru finds something to focus his attention on it's nigh impossible to tear him away from it.”

Before you knew it, you were a wife, married to a man so introverted he spent the majority of your wedding day hiding behind a tree, peering out at you as you chatted to the villagers. In fact, he only came out from behind the tree when someone walked over to congratulate him on the marriage, and even then it was only to find a different tree to hide behind.

"Hotaru..." you sighed adoringly as you slipped away from the crowd to stand beside your husband in his hiding spot. "Are you unhappy?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm happy."

"Ah... You just prefer to be alone?"

"Yes. With you. I want to be alone with you."

He was a strange man, but he melted your heart with every other word. And Gods, he was beautiful. You yearned for him like no other. You craved him.

"Husband, for my wedding gift, will you—"

"No sword for you," he said firmly. "No fighting demons. No risking your life. You are my wife now and it's my job to protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. So no sword."

You couldn't help but smile. It seemed Hotaru's dedication to being a husband was as intense as his dedication to smithing.

"I promise, no more demon slaying, but I wasn't going to ask about the sword."

"Oh?"

You leaned in and whispered against his ear. "I was going to ask you to take me to bed."

His orange eyes snapped to your lips as though he couldn't quite believe what you had said. He cleared his throat and tried to speak but only managed a choked grunt.

Silence descended between you until he finally found his voice. "I don't know how to do… those things."

"I can teach you."

He didn't speak. He simply took your hand in his and led you away from the wedding party and deep into the woods. After a minute he looked back at you and picked you up, carrying you against his burly chest.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"A place where we can be alone. They won't find us."

He carried you a little further, to a small, seemingly abandoned work shed. Inside there was a small forge and smithing tools, and a small living area with a bed and basic amenities. The air was thick with the lingering tang of smoke and molten steel.

"Is... this our home?"

Hotaru shook his head. "This is where I come to work in peace when I really need to concentrate.''

He set you down carefully beside the bed and waited. Except, he wasn't simply "waiting." Hotaru's eyes drank you in, gazing at you with soft reverence. He was so big, so intimidating and by all accounts completely lacking any kind of social skills, but you had won his heart entirely. He was softer than molten steel for you, and more than willing for you to hone and hammer him into the shape you desired him to be.

"Teach me," he said. "I'm ready."

You nodded, your heart thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come. "Okay. Would you like to use your fingers? Your tongue? Or your cock?"

"Yes. All. Teach me how to use them."

Marrying this strange man had definitely been one of your better decisions.

Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around your husband's neck and gazed into those fiery eyes. "Well, we should start with a kiss. Do you know how to do that?"

His brow knitted. "Yes of course I know how to kiss."

"Good. Then kiss me, Hotaru."

He leaned down and pecked your cheek.

"Was that good?" An expectant look lingered on his face, faltering by the second. "I... that's what you want, isn't it? Do you want more? I can give you more."

Gods, the man was completely uninitiated.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as he eagerly peppered your cheek with little kisses; dozens of them, soft and dry and so sweet. His brow remained furrowed in concentration throughout, and you remained patient as he expressed his devotion. But when they inched closer to the corner of your mouth you turned your face to press your lips to his.

The moment your lips touched, he froze, eyes wide as you gently and slowly pulled him into your kiss.

His lips were still and stiff beneath yours as he adjusted to the new sensation. And then they softened. Gradually, tentatively, he followed your lead. His lips crept across yours, careful and slow like he was learning the steps to a new dance and didn't want to tread on you.

You licked the seam between his lips, easing your tongue through the gap as he inhaled sharply and he brought his hands to your waist.

And then something inside him snapped. A restraint cut loose.

He wound his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. The strength in his arms was breathtaking; forged by decades of tireless labor, and now wholly dedicated to you as he pushed you down onto the bed and slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring this newfound pleasure.

Your kisses awakened a voracious appetite in him and before long he was devouring you with heated passion, barely giving you time to breathe. It was as if he had gone his entire life without intimacy, but once the dam had cracked it was impossible to stop the flood.

His tongue stroked yours again and again as his tough hands skated up the length of your legs. When he reached your knees he granted your tingling lips a reprieve, kissing your throat as he pushed up the skirt of your wedding dress and squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs with a wanton groan.

"My pretty wife," he growled as you shifted beneath him, craving his touch. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

You parted your legs, pulling your skirt up all the way to reveal yourself to him. A sharp intake of breath expanded Hotaru's chest as he looked down at your pussy. A muscle in his cheek danced and his grip on your thighs tightened as his eyes filled with a look of pure hunger.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, your breaths coming in shallow bursts as anticipation coiled in your belly.

His answer was barely a whisper. "Very much." He swallowed hard. "May I?"

"Please... please do," you whispered, your need for him drowning out the rest of the world. It was just you and Hotaru, and nothing else mattered.

The sound of his shaking breaths was the only break in the silence. His hand left your thigh and he gently brushed his fingertips along the edge of your folds.

“Soft,” Was the only word which emerged from his lips as he stared and explored the shape of you. His orange eyes were focused, his perpetually furrowed brow somehow even more severe. Hotaru was lost in concentration, entirely focused on mapping the curves and ridges of your cunt.

You lay there on the bed, letting him find his bearings. His gentle exploratory touches sent shivers through your body. Those rough, calloused fingers touched you with such care and attentiveness. His eyes snapped back to yours every time you made a sound or breathed a little harder.

Hotaru was a devoted craftsman– his hands finely tuned tools– and they were dedicated entirely to your pleasure. He found your entrance and pushed a finger into you, watching intently as your pussy clenched around it.

You sighed in pleasure. "Gods, Hotaru, you're making me so wet…"

"Is that good? Am I making you happy?"

"Yes. That's good."

"Hm," he muttered, as if filing the information away. "A wet wife is a happy wife."

A sharp gasp escaped you as he nudged the hood of your clit with his thumb and his lips curved into a smile.

"You like this, don't you?" He hummed pensively and circled your clit, spreading your wetness.

Squirming beneath him, you nodded as the heat on your cheeks blossomed. "Yes, Hotaru. Keep doing that."

Gods, those rough hands. They sent jolts of pleasure surging through your body as he lavished attention on your clit, fascinated by the way it swelled as he worked with dogged determination. He added another thick finger to your cunt, stretching you deliciously.

A quiet groan emerged from him as you began to fuck yourself on his fingers, hard and fast as he rubbed your clit. He watched you intently, his lips parting in sync with your cry as your first orgasm of the night rocked through your body.

"Oh look at you, my pretty wife with your sensitive little bead." He moved down your body, lowered his head and nuzzled your clit with his nose.

"Ho-taru…"

The wet heat of his mouth closed over your tender bud, pulling another cry from your lips.

"Ah! You like that too," he murmured as he knelt between your knees, his long, dark hair spread like strands of seaweed across your thighs.

"Yes. D-do it again… please… use your tongue."

“My tongue?”

You sucked in a breath as he licked your clit with the tip of his tongue, tasting your essence.

He groaned. "Mm~ fuck, this is good."

"More… please…"

In response to your demand, he raised his hand to press his thumb against your lower lip. "Show me how to lick you well."

Gods, this man. You took his thumb into your mouth, showing him exactly what to do, licking the tip of it as if it was your clit. He groaned as you lapped his thumb, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenched.

"That feels… huh…" He bit back a groan before burying his face in your pussy and replicating the motion on your clit.

Thank the Gods he has the foresight to take you away from the village, because the sounds he pulled from you were unholy. He was eager and so receptive to your lessons.

Hotaru put everything he had into eating your pussy; the slick, sucking sound of his mouth and his hot, wet tongue accompanied by your desperate cries. With every passing moment his confidence grew, pumping those thick fingers into you and curling them against your walls, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to give you more pleasure than you ever expected.

As he pleasured you, he ground his hips against the mattress, groaning as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. It was too good, too intense. Your senses were flooded with him; the sight of that beautiful man devouring you, the acrid scent of the forge, the lewd wet sound of his mouth on your cunt. And Gods, nothing had ever felt so good before.

Hotaru was born to forge swords and eat pussy, and he did both with unbreakable focus.

You sucked his fingers and he sucked your clit, groaning as he voraciously lapped the sensitive nub, driving you higher… higher…

An immense wave of pleasure crashed through you as you reached your peak, the force of your orgasm making your legs tremble. His name tore through you like a cry to the heavens, his answer a soft moan which vibrated through your core as he kept on licking. On and on, lapping at your pulsing clit as you gasped and bucked your hips against his insatiable mouth.

"Ho-taru… you did it… you made me–"

Taking his fingers from your mouth, he slung a heavy arm across your belly and continued eating you out, unrelenting, pulling another choked cry from you. Hotaru was drunk on you, on the taste and the knowledge that he was pleasing you; groaning, grinding his hips against the mattress, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he fluttered his tongue over your overstimulated clit.

The village chief had told you his focus was unbreakable, and now that attention was dedicated to your pussy. He was lost in you, wholly devoted to pleasuring you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, torn between needing respite and craving more.

He propelled you from your second orgasm right into your third. Intense pleasure drove your head back against the pillow as you screamed in ecstasy and torment, your pussy throbbing beneath his lips as your nectar ran down his chin. And still, he licked you with an unquenchable thirst.

"Hotaru! Ho- oh it's too much.”

He hit a spot inside your cunt which made the world shatter around the pair of you, sending you careening into another climax which turned your blood to liquid steel. “Too much! I can't!" You swatted at his forehead, smacking him with your fingertips as you wriggled out from beneath him.

Your husband stared at you, dazed and breathless, his lips glistening with your slick juices. "Did… did I do it right?"

You gasped for air, trembling down to your bones. “You did it perfectly, Hotaru.”

He pulled you into him and kissed you. You licked the taste of your desire from his lips, swallowing the low groan which rolled from his chest. His lips caressed yours with deep, undying passion, his hand dropping to the bulge tenting his hakama trousers.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered into his ear as your hand joined his, cupping his cock and making him moan. “Lie back for me, my love.”

He did as you asked without protest. It was true that you wanted to take care of him and give him as much pleasure as he had given you, but in a more practical sense, being on top of him allowed you to have control. You were already so fucked out, and from the feel of things–from the girth and weight of it through his trousers– control was definitely going to be necessary.

You stood from the bed and undressed as he gazed up at you, languidly palming his cock in his broad hand and drinking in the sight of you.

“Such a lovely wife,” he whispered, his orange eyes heavy with desire.

“And I have such a handsome husband…” you replied as you undressed him, revealing his big, muscular body inch by firmly hewn inch. He was a mountain of a man, and Gods, there wasn’t a thing you would change about him. “A handsome husband who pleases me well…” You kissed him, gently pushing him back and straddling his hips. “And who makes the very best swords in all the world–”

“Ohh…” He groaned, gripping your hips as you brushed the fat tip of his cock against your pussy. “Say that again.”

“Hm? That you’re the best swordsmith in the world?” You eased the top inch of him in, letting your body adjust to the sensation. “That your swords are works of art?”

“Gods, I want you,” he hissed, baring his teeth and gazing up at you from the pillow. A deep, longing groan emerged from him as you inched your way down his length. “You… you are…so warm… so wet… beautiful.”

You skated your hands over the plain of his abdomen, taking him deeper, your back arching as he stretched you even at that slow pace. When you finally reached the bottom of his shaft, you were breathless, tingling at your core. Hotaru was even less composed than you.

The swordsmith growled, bending his knees to slide his legs up and down the mattress, fighting the urge to fuck up into you. His cock twitched inside you as you rocked forward to kiss him, your breasts pressed against his burly chest, his rough hands skating up your back.

“I love you, Hotaru,” you whispered before rocking back to start riding his cock.

“I–ngggh ohh… ohhh!” he groaned, eyes widening, fingers digging into your hips with bruising ferocity as you bounced on top of him. His control slipped almost immediately.

He fell apart, groaning and thrusting up into you with a loud moan. His eyes screwed shut, his face flushed scarlet, and he trembled beneath you as his cum flooded into you, spilling out onto the base of his cock.

Pulling you down into an embrace, Hotaru held you in his arms, his heart thrumming beneath your ear. His big, broad hand stroked your back as he kissed the top of your head and his cock softened inside you.

After his breathing returned to normal, he gathered his senses long enough to ask, “Do you need more, my love?”

“I’m more than satisfied,” you said with a smile.

He was asleep a second later.

You lay there, pinned by his arms, crushed up against this strange, wonderful man you called your husband, and there was nowhere else you would rather be.

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mcntsee · 10 months

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Tit for tat

Summary: Kaz accidentally walked in on Y/N changing, but as Jesper said to Y/n, “Tit for tat”.

Warnings: Mentions of nudity but not explicit at all. Super short. Ooc Kaz.

Note: I was watching Friends and got an idea. I don’t really know if this is good, just thought it’d be a funny idea.

In the bustling city of Ketterdam, Kaz Brekker and Y/N were the epitome of an unlikely friendship. Their lives revolved around intricate schemes and calculated risks, their bond forged in the crucible of danger. While their connection teetered on the edge of something more, they maintained a silent understanding, their hearts guarded behind walls of steel.

One day, fate played a mischievous hand, setting the stage for a moment neither of them would ever forget. Y/N, in the privacy of her room, was in the midst of changing when Kaz, lost in his thoughts, accidentally strode in, catching a glimpse that would forever burn in his memory. “Y/n, I need you to g-“ His eyes widened in horror, his face turning an intriguing shade of crimson as he hastily retreated from the room, his words of apology stumbling out as he slammed the door of her room shut.

Jesper, ever the keen observer, witnessed the flustered Kaz and raised an amused eyebrow. “You alright, boss?” he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Kaz, attempting to regain his composure, merely nodded curtly before hurriedly making his way down the corridor, his thoughts racing in a jumble of embarrassment and distraction.

Sensing a tale worth hearing, Jesper decided to investigate further. He sought out Y/N, who was now fully dressed, a bemused smile on her face. “So, what happened?” Jesper asked, unable to contain his laughter.

Y/N chuckled, a twinkle of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Kaz walked in on me, accidentally of course, and saw more than he bargained for,” she explained, relishing in the opportunity to tease the usually unflappable Kaz Brekker.

Jesper’s laughter echoed through the room, his voice laced with amusement. “Ah, you know what they say, Y/N. Tit for tat.”

With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, Y/N embarked on a quest to turn the tables on Kaz. She meticulously plotted her revenge, biding her time and awaiting the perfect opportunity to catch him off guard. Every interaction became a chance to inch closer to her ultimate goal.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N’s determination never wavered. She observed Kaz’s habits, noting his routines and patterns, studying the intricate dance of his every move. The game was afoot, and she was determined to emerge victorious.

One fateful evening, as the moon cast its ethereal glow upon Ketterdam, Kaz, clad in his signature black attire, had just returned from a long day of dealing with the city’s underbelly. He had planned to take a much-needed shower to wash away the grime of the streets. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N, bubbling with mischievous excitement, had hatched a plan to exact her revenge.

As Kaz entered his shower, already undressed and ready to step into the steamy embrace of the shower, Y/N burst through the door, laughter bubbling forth uncontrollably. “Tit for tat, Brekker!” she exclaimed, her voice a playful mixture of triumph and amusement.

Caught completely off guard, Kaz’s eyes widened in surprise, and a rare blush crept up his cheeks. Before he could react, Y/N swiftly turned on her heel and darted out of the room, leaving Kaz momentarily stunned.

As the realization of the prank sank in, a smile tugged at the corners of Kaz’s lips. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Y/N’s audacity and the sheer boldness of her act. While caught off guard, he admired her spirit and tenacity, for few had managed to surprise him.

Word of the incident quickly spread throughout the Crow Club, becoming a legendary tale of Y/N’s daring retaliation. The laughter and whispers followed Kaz and Y/N wherever they went, cementing their status as partners-in-crime and confidants.

From that day forward, their friendship bloomed with a newfound sense of camaraderie. The boundaries that had once held them back were shattered, and they reveled in their shared laughter and secret adventures. Their banter was laced with an undercurrent of playful teasing, the memory of the “Tit for Tat” incident forever etched in their minds.

#fanfiction #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows x reader #fluff #kaz brekker #shadow and bone fanfiction

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zer0pm · 1 year

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Trigger

Luis Serra x GN!Reader

A/N: Here it is. A one-shot to this imagine prompt I posted. Wanted to see if I could pull off a serious Luis and… may have gone overboard lol, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Warnings: character death (maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), cursing/swearing

“Run, Luis!” you plead. “Run before I shoot you!”

The man chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

How did it come to this?

One moment, you and the team are making your way to Luis Serra’s laboratory to remove the parasites inside of you, your partner Leon S. Kennedy, and the US President’s daughter Ashley Graham, and the next, well…

“Condor Two, put down the gun! That’s an order.”

“I’m fucking trying!”

It happened so quickly. Luis’ suppressants wore off much sooner than any of you had anticipated and you keeled over suddenly, overwhelmed by scalding pain so intense that you were certain you were going to pass out. Luis was the first to rush to your side, he asked a series of questions with a tone uncharacteristic from his usual easy-going demeanor. However, his concerned inquiries were nothing but muffled noise as a deafening ring gnawed at every corner of your brain and your body grew so intensely hot it was as if you were being burned from the inside out.

It felt like torture.

It felt like you were dying.

Give in.

The moment you regained your senses, the situation only got worse. And here you are now…

Ashley is cowering behind Leon.

Luis is a ways in front of you with both of his hands up in the air.

Leon has his gun pointed towards you.

You have your gun aimed at Luis.

You try to lower your weapon, but your muscles wouldn’t relax. You try to step back, face away from everyone- from him, but your feet refuse to move an inch. The grip of the pistol in your hand tightens and you had to summon everything you had not to squeeze the trigger even though your fingers were violently twitching to do just so. Everything was hurting so much.

Give in, little lamb.

Leon barks at you to put down your firearm and you spit back that you were trying. You are trying, trying so hard. And you are failing. Something, or rather, someone else was hijacking you.

Do not resist, child.

“Shut up!” You snap. “Get the fuck out of my head!”

A flash of understanding appears across Luis’ face who has been carefully watching you this entire time. “It’s Saddler,” he says out loud. “He’s using the plaga to gain control.”

Your ears pick up Ashley’s frantic sobs and you remember that she experienced the same thing, she knows all too well what was happening to you at this moment. Saddler is trying to turn you against your companions. More specifically, he wants you to-

Kill Luis Serra.

At just the thought alone, your fingers threaten to take the shot. You manage to wrestle control back to your other hand, swiftly bringing your free hand over your disobedient one and slotting your finger behind the pin without a second thought. The pin pushes against the skin of your digit so hard that it was beginning to break skin, but you endure. Your whole body is shaking.

Poor child. You are only prolonging the inevitable.

“Run, Luis!” you warn through gritted teeth, grateful that you still have your voice. “Run before I shoot you!”

At your words, the Spaniard grimaces, his lips turn into a thin line, his grey eyes darken. Never before have you seen such an expression on him. Then, he chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

The nerve of this guy, you swear…. Thankfully, Leon became the voice of reason.

“Move out of the line of fire, Luis,” he ordered. But the other man didn’t budge and you can feel the palpable urgency in Leon’s voice. “Come on! We gotta get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving,” Luis spoke up, his eyes directed towards you. “I’m not leaving you.”

Any other time this would have been touching. You and him have been stuck together throughout this entire horrifying adventure so of course you would forge a bond. While there were countless times where you wanted to punch him in the face, there were more times where the man’s ever present smile and unparalleled flair stopped you from doing so. You became fond of Luis and his antics, especially of all the times that he tried to charm you with that Spanish bravado unique only to him (not that you would ever admit any of this to him nor admit that he had affected you in any way). And it was because of your fondness that you knew you had to throw all sentimentality away the moment you were losing yourself to the voice in your head.

“This is no time to act all chivalrous, Luis Serra!” You shout desperately. “Saddler is going to make me kill you if you don’t beat it.”

“No. You haven’t lost. Saddler hasn’t taken over completely. Otherwise, we would be hearing him speak right now. Pero no,” the Spaniard counters, his stubbornness matching yours. “You can fight this.”

His bull-headed faith stirred something within you. A desire to do as he says and resist the virus consuming you. He was giving you hope. Spreading it from himself to you. Like an infection.

Kill him.

You snap back to reality. “We’re not doing this. You have to run. You have to get away!”

Leon interjects once again on your behalf, “Ashley needs to get to the lab fast, Luis. If your equipment can cure us both, I can come back and fix this. But we have to move. Now.” Despite his rationality even you can tell that the blond agent was threatening to go over the edge off the tension between you all in his attempts to sway your mutual ally with reason. “We still have a chance.”

Unfortunately, Luis being Luis, a man of honor and integrity, he refuses. “No,” he says firmly. “I won’t take that risk. If we don’t beat this now, it’s over.”

Before you can fully register the weight of his words, his actions portray his intentions clearly. The dark-haired man began closing the gap between you two. Panic pours over you like a bucket of ice water and you are practically screaming inside for your body to listen to you. To lower the damn gun and get away from him. To keep him away from you. To keep him safe. It was no use.

Like cattle up for the slaughter. Kill him now. Take the Amber.

“Stay back!” To your terror, your hands involuntarily lift the gun so that it was pointing straight at his face. The stubborn man didn’t flinch and he did not heed your warning.

“The last time someone sent me away,” he speaks calmly, “I lost them forever.”

He continues walking straight until he was well within the sights of your pistol. If you shoot now, no matter how fast you moved your hand away, it wouldn’t matter. It would be fatal.

And yet, there still isn’t an ounce of fear in Luis’ eyes.

What the hell is he doing? Is he actually trying to get himself killed?

Yes. Kill him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head wildly in the futile hopes that whatever gripped its hold over you would finally relent and disappear. Luis must have sensed the agonizing conflict within you as you hear him gently call you out, effectively pulling your focus back to the surface. Your name upon your lips felt like a soothing caress upon your raging mind. When you open your eyes, he had a smile across his lips. It was different from the coy, teasing ones he usually wears around you. It felt sincere and comforting, like he was silently assuring you that everything will be okay. His grey eyes captures you, the look in his gaze is intense and unwavering. The way he’s staring at you now makes it feel like you are the only thing in the room to him.

“Otra vez no. Not again.”

He grabs the barrel of your pistol and you thanked whatever gods there were that you still had the strength to stop yourself from firing your gun. But when you thought the man would help you move the gun off his person, he shocks you even further. With a slow push, he lowers your aim until the gun was positioned right over his chest where his heart beats.

This guy really wants to die!?

Leon shouts out before you, “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

The man looks over his shoulder slightly, he seems to ponder over Leon’s words and after a moment, he sighs with a somber nod.

“Puede que tengas razón. I must be.” He smiles sadly. “The most insane man on this whole island.”

Luis returns his attention to you, his expression relaxes ever so slightly at the sight of you despite the terrified, confused look upon your face.

“Escúchame,” he began, his voice low in an almost intimate whisper. “When I took the plaga out of my body, I did it out of a sense of duty. Not out of a desire for self-preservation. I’ve already led a pretty shitty life, you know? The world would be better off without me in it. Pero, I first wanted to correct my mistakes. Set things right. That way, uh, when I finally died, I’d have left doing some real good for once.”

His words were shaky and you come to the conclusion then that he was nervous. Yet amidst his evident anxiousness, Luis seemed like he was genuinely speaking from the chest for once with none of the dodgy, playful attitude he usually wears like a tattoo upon his skin. He was a completely different person before your eyes. Knowing this, knowing he is showing this side of himself to you, made each word out of his mouth weigh heavily on your heart.

“But then we met. Chained together by some sick twist of fate. And from that moment on, we’ve been stuck together, fighting alongside each other, protecting one another. Sure, I may have abused my charm to get you to accept my services and I’m fairly certain that you despise me now for being the cause of all of this suffering but….” he pauses, it was first time you’ve ever seen the man like this. As if his life depended on every word he was giving you and he needed to get it down right.

After another moment passes, Luis chuckles lowly like he just remembered a sad joke before catching your gaze again. “Being by your side, it felt like I was finally breathing for the first time in years. Breathing like a man who wants to live for something worthwhile. And it’s all because of you.”

Your eyes widen at his raw confession.

Luis continues, not waiting for you to respond, “You are the light that pulled me from the darkness. My light. Mi luz. And if it makes me crazy to want to stay with you to fight this virus when I’m just a trigger pull away from death, then so be it. I’m crazy. But I’m not leaving your side. No hay manera.”

No way. He’s being completely real right now and you swear your heart bursted out of your chest. Again, he doesn’t wait for you to speak.

“¿Comprende?”, he moves his free hand to your neck, not to wrap around your throat, rather to cradle your cheek in his palm. His touch felt warm and his eyes reflect his burning resolve. “I’m not going anywhere without you. So you have to fight. Fight against the darkness, mi luz. Fight, and let’s get out of here together.”

When he finished, you were crying. You don’t know when the tears started flowing but you know you must be quite a sight with the heavy wet streaks down your face. Luis didn’t seem to mind though, nothing but pure adoration on his dashing face.

“You are the worst, you know that?” you finally say after what seemed like an eternity, reigning in your sobs, deeply moved by Luis’ heartfelt declaration and faith in you. He laughs at your half-hearted snark. “For the record, I don’t despise you. Not even a little.”

Soft smiles and lingering looks exchange between you two. In his eyes, you saw deep longing and hopeful promises that needn’t be said aloud. You returned them with a silent nod, acknowledgment that his affection was not one-sided and the man graces you with that radiant smile you have grown to adore.

Luis really does have a beautiful smile.

It almost made you forget for a moment that the infection was taking over you.

Do it.

“Leon,” you croaked, straining to get your words out, but remained firm in your conviction. Your fellow agent meets your eyes and a mutually understanding was made. “Do it.”

Confusion furrows Luis’ brow and the sound of Leon cocking his gun made the man tense.

Poor little lamb.

“I’m sorry, Luis.”

“¡NO!”

Shot fired.

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What Harry Seville-Oct was not having was a particularly good morning. He was having a power drill jammed into his head and whirring away at his brains -- right, that would be the hangover. Fantastic. Also he was sleeping with his feet on the mattress and his face on the floor, which was sticky. He tried thumbing back through his memories to see how that had happened but the brain goop kept getting in the way. Probably he should open his eyes, but he suspected if he did the drill would spontaneously generate a second identical drill spinning the opposite direction on the other side of his head. He opened his eyes anyway. Actually, he had underestimated the capacities of the drill. It was a lot worse than that. For a smeary moment between heartbeats he daydreamed longingly about vomiting, but his mouth was so dry he suspected that wouldn’t be any use. Well, nothing for it. He was going to have to remember how legs worked.

That turned out not to be a viable plan. What he managed was to roll over onto his back, while the room thought about coming back into focus. Ceiling fan, great. Tie on it, that made sense. Ceiling, no holes. Superlative. His face collided with a soda can, mostly empty. That also made sense. He waggled an ankle experimentally. Oh great. He was wearing a shoe. Just the one, though. Both socks. The other shoe was… somewhere. A memory finished buffering. He’d kicked it off stumbling into his apartment with an armful of -- oh, shit. At least two hundred falsified identity cards, some blanks. Because his last client yesterday had brought them in on the air train, in a box, and said, hey, by the way, can you hold on to these for me for a couple of days? I can’t have them in my apartment, and the kid was nineteen and desperate and trying not to be on trial for running a forgery ring, and Harry, well, Harry was a fucking sap. That had been why the, the drinking, and the -- oh, and his mother had called while he was in the office, and her voice message only said, “Hey kid, I need a favour, call me back”, and usually his mother’s favours involved smuggling, and Harry was not having the kind of week that could be improved by smuggling. Yup, there it was, the whole stupid night, sitting on the mattress on the floor and sorting through the box of forged id cards checking to make sure he didn’t recognise anyone in it, drinking cheap acceleration-distilled whiskey out of the bottle dolefully. He’d made a little pile of id cards where the defects stood out too much, even though it wasn’t exactly a lawyer’s job to tell a client how to do crimes less sloppily. Okay, it was kind of his job. Who else was going to.

Thus fortified by memory, he managed to roll back over onto his stomach and push himself up on his elbows. This proved to be a massive mistake -- the drills had developed opinions and their current opinion was that they hated this and were bent on displaying their disapproval by grinding more of his brains to slop -- but it was too late now. There was his little pile of poor forgeries, and there was the whiskey, the single finger left in the bottle glinting at him in the -- ow, the sun -- like a bad joke. The sweet thought of violently expelling the contents of his stomach once again came to him like a beautiful dream, but as he recalled his stomach didn’t have any contents in it. He should do something about that. And also the extremely illegal stolen evidence all over his apartment. At the very least it should go in the big filing cabinet safely with all the other stolen evidence.

It was only about six years, give or take, before Harry managed to careen about the room enough to rearrange himself into a conventional person shape -- two arms, two legs, vaguely perpendicular, all that. What he needed was water, then coffee, then a big glass of that horrible orange stuff with the specks that usually seared the hangover out of him with less speed and reliability than the box claimed it was meant to, but at least it usually did. He had the good sense to remove his remaining shoe. He was not sure where his trousers were, which was probably for the best. His boxers stuck to his thighs, horrible with sweat and probably spilled soda and whiskey, judging by the sugary grit to them. He thought about how many laundry credits he had left and decided showering in his clothes wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had.

So when he managed to propel himself out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, unshaven and hair a thicket, in socks and boxers and his best work shirt, which had achieved a state that might shortly demote it to second-best, what he was not expecting to see was a beautiful starlight vision of a man sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee out of his least chipped mug, smiling at him.

He yelled and knocked a jar of lentils off the counter with his elbow.

“Oh, hello, Harry!” said the vision, beaming delightedly at him. “You’re up! I was deciding whether or not to wake you, but you didn’t look very wake-uppable in your state.”

“What,” said Harry very slowly through gritted teeth, “are you doing in my apartment.” He had an absolutely horrifying thought and rapidly flipped back through his memories again, but there weren’t any of one of the worst-idea hookups he could imagine stuck to the backs of any of them. He hadn’t been that drunk last night. He rotated his tongue in his mouth, just in case. Mostly it just tasted like evil garbage.

“You should probably have some water,” the vision said gravely. “You look like a husk.”

Harry stalked to the sink, thumbed on the tap, and filled a mostly clean glass. He took a long sip, glaring over the rim. “Answer the question. Why. Are you in. My apartment. How did you get past my security system. Did you steal any of my shit. What the fuck.”

The vision -- Harry thought his name was Kelvin, or Kitty, or Karapace, but the last time he’d seen him a month ago he’d mostly been a decorative background figure leaning on various objects of furniture while Harry helped one of his least favourite clients sort out an untraceable off-planet account -- another one -- smiled again, though at least this time he had the grace to look a little sheepish. “Your security system is a door chain, so that wasn’t very difficult. I don’t think I want any of your stuff. I’m here because you might be about to be in some trouble, and I couldn’t risk calling your work number. Zarrow didn’t have your personal mobile.”

“No shit she fucking doesn’t.” The eye-twitch he had specially reserved for [Firstname] Zarrow came out of retirement. It wasn’t that Zarrow was his worst client -- she’d never tried to murder him, or set him up with her aunt, or peed in his office, or -- okay, maybe he should start screening his clients better. It was just that she was so fucking annoying. Also, more importantly, trouble followed her around like she kept her pockets full of trouble-treats just to lure it in. Harry was usually the most irritating person he knew, and it threw him off his game to have to compete with someone who enjoyed the competition. Also, Zarrow was high-profile, and he didn’t like high-profile. People who kept a framed wanted poster behind the display of the jewels they’d stolen that had netted them that precise poster were not the types of clients he needed, as a guy with a vested interest of keeping the cops’ noses out of his business, but -- well, Zarrow usually paid a lot. And she was perversely convincing, and her jobs always seemed -- fun. Right up until he was trying not to get shot in the ass, or arrested. “Wait.” He tried to blink the eye-twitch away. “Uh. What trouble am I about to be in, exactly?”

Kventhe, that was his name. What a fucking name. Kventhe uncrossed his legs and sighed heavily, looking intensely apologetic. Well, everything he did looked a little intense. His skin was a sort of alabaster pale that was presumably meant to look human but had a faint pearlescent sheen to it, and his long nearly-white hair always seemed to be blowing very faintly in a light wind, as if he’d employed a secret fleet of drones with tiny fans to keep the mystique up. Harry knew he was some type of off-planet alien hybrid sorcerer type, which was fine and all, every major city had a fair amount of off-planet freaks, but for some reason this one went to great, if unsuccessful, effort to hide himself. Harry knew he used some kind of implant, without which he presumably looked even more fucking weird, because one of Zarrow’s crew had hired him to get her some black-market components for it shipped safely one time, but he had no idea why the man put in so much work to maintain an illusion of ordinariness that clearly wasn’t working. He was wearing a half-threadbare grey sweater and belted trousers, which actually just made his jellyfish tendrils of pale hair and shimmering skin stand out more, but who was Harry to judge a man’s fashion choices. He wasn’t even wearing pants.

“Well!” said the beautiful shimmering jellyfish man. “You remember Billy Ten-Shins? The guy who --”

“Oh god,” said Harry. “The guy with the… the arms?”

“What? I don’t know. Uh. I don’t know anything about his arms.”

“One of them’s a dart gun.”

“What? That sounds -- never mind. Anyway, you got him fined? Like, three months ago? That whole thing with, with the fake passports, and the -- Well. He didn’t enjoy that very much.”

“I can’t imagine he did.” Harry leaned back, and then realised the floor was covered in lentils.

“Anyway he just got out of a work ship and I guess his business sort of fell apart while he was in there and he’s pissed and bored and has it out for you. So. He’s gunning for you. And I thought you should probably know about it.”

Harry blinked, slowly. “Okay. Why the hell do you know about it?”

Kventhe shrugged. The motion lilted his hair over his shoulders like some kind of fucking sea plant. “Tried to hire Mina to program one of those follow drones to see where you lived. Guess he didn’t know we were friends,”

“We’re not friends,” Harry said, automatically. “You broke into my house.”

“Oh! So sorry!” Kventhe made a show of getting up and putting his coffee mug down. Harry’s coffee mug. “You’re right, what was I thinking, I shouldn’t have assumed, nobody wants to know -- that’s really more of a third date sort of thing, telling someone a lunatic with a dart arm wants to ruin their life, I’ve made a wild miscalculation --” He was putting on his coat -- he’d brought a coat? -- and he was laughing. He turned, shooting Harry a luminous grin over his shoulder. “Guess I’ll be going now! Oh, wait, your keys --” His hand went into the pocket of his coat and then he was tossing a ring of keys onto Harry’s table. Quite a lot of keys.”Wouldn’t want anybody to get in trouble.”

Harry’s hangover throbbed. ‘Those aren’t mine,” he said wearily.

“Oh, I know,” Kventhe said cheerfully. “I nicked them off your super. But I don’t need them anymore, so.”

“Okay! Fucking hell! I give up! We’re friends now, okay!” Harry lurched over to the table and sat down -- Kventhe had taken the good chair, so he was left with the one with the foot perilously close to snapping. He grabbed Kventhe’s coffee mug -- his coffee mug -- and took a swig. “Oh. Yuck.” Kventhe was apparently a rapturous devotee of sweetener. Disgusting.

“I made you one,” Kventhe said reproachfully, and sat back down. “As a gesture of friendship and goodwill.” He pushed Harry’s second-best coffee mug at him, which he had to have washed, because Harry’s third, fourth, and fifth best mugs were somewhere in the mess of papers and dishes and detritus accumulated on the table. “And because of the, well.” He gestured at Harry’s general appearance.

Harry put his head down on the table. “Okay,” he said into the sticky varnished plexiwood. “Okay. Tell me about how the dart man is coming to ruin my life because I ruined his life. And then go away. I need to throw up.”

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unofficialadamtaurus · 2 years

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It’s posting more about my chaotic OC time:

Nicole’s constant use of his semblance has actually vastly improved his aura reserves and control over time. Turns out chasing the #aesthetic can be good for you

…except when he forgot his semblance was active while walking around Vacuo for hours on a mission during his last year at Beacon and proceeded to give himself both aura and heat exhaustion like a moron. He only did it once but his team will never let him hear the end of it.

His primary method of battling Grimm and even other people is by setting everything (including himself) on fire with the Dust he carries around, and then using Chisel to finish his opponent(s) off. He’s unfazed by the heat; they’re not. Barring exceptional circumstances (like someone hitting him with a flamethrower or an unexpected fuel source), the fire will burn out before his semblance does.

Before his first spar at Beacon, he intentionally covered himself in flammable powder and, when the match was in progress, pretended that his opponent set him on fire. Once alight, he screamed in pain and rolled on the ground, which did nothing to stop the powder from burning. Even Glynda bought his act until she remembered his semblance, at which point she was very unamused. He managed to talk himself out of suspension with Oz. Why did he do any of it? Because he wanted to know what would happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oz was the first person he met in his life who Nicole couldn’t get a good read on. Nicole found him both very interesting and extremely disconcerting.

He once pretended to cough up blood by biting his own tongue just to freak out a rude customer.

On the rare occasion he’s upset, he’ll usually hole up in his forge. Otherwise he’ll cause more and bigger trouble without regard for the lines he normally wouldn’t cross.

He mainly uses his goggles for welding, but he’ll occasionally use them in combat if the fire gets too bright.

He makes all of his jewelry himself

He’s ambidextrous, though he favors his right hand.

He’s excellent at mimicking other people’s handwriting after only seeing it once. This has landed him in a lot of trouble, most of it intentional. No one has yet figured out that a couple of the permits for his shop never actually crossed the desks of the people who supposedly signed them. He could’ve gotten the permits legally, but he got impatient.

He’s only patient when it’s conducive to messing with someone or forging. Otherwise he’s really not.

He’s not an arsonist but he doesn’t dissuade people from thinking he is.

The only surefire ways to make him genuinely angry are to either attack his forge or his family.

#uat nicole vermillion #eventually I will put out art that shows him looking as unhinged as he actually is #it’s fun to use him for expression practice 😊

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butternuggets-blog · 2 years

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OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER

@baldwin-montclair @adowobsessed @sylverdeclermont @nicki-mac-me @thereadersmuse @kynthiamoon @adowbaldwin @profoundme444 @beautifulsoulsublime @lady-lazarus-declermont

Part Forty

Summary: Baldwin de Clermont manages to upset an ancient hag. He wakes up.. different.

Father's Day was always...difficult...at Sept Tours. Baldwin avoided Phillipe's office in the morning- Ysabeau usually sat quietly at the desk reminiscing old memories- but in the afternoon he would go up with a bottle of wine and toast to the old days.

This year was slightly different.

'-and the tin was brought from Dijon' Liv cradled the seal carefully in her hands as Baldwin explained its origins to her. The Knights of Lazarus were a poorly-kept secret even before the re-making of the Congregation, but now its charitable acts were spread throughout the human and creature community. Marcus took great pride in his work.

Phillipe materialised in the corner of the room.

‘I had planned to import copper ingots from the Timna Valley if we had been allowed to settle the Knights in Jerusalem’ Phillipe sighed, ‘But unfortunately we were not.’

Baldwin turned and looked directly at Phillipe. ‘Well we can’t always get what we want, can we?’

Phillipe’s jaw dropped.

‘...you can...see me?’

‘Since November 2011′

It had happened a week after the twins’ first birthday, as the last leaves of Autumn were still clinging to the trees below their bedroom window. He had been gently rocking them off to sleep for their afternoon nap when the thought snapped into place.

He was free.

He hadn’t really been leading the family. He had been a placeholder while the cold, dead hand of Phillipe de Clermont puppeteered them through his plan to dismantle the Congregation, and then out the other side.

He could lead them now.

‘Why haven’t you talked to me?’ Phillipe stammered.

‘Because you left!’

If it was anyone else Baldwin would have been screaming.

‘You left, and I couldn’t follow’ Baldwin scowled. ‘Then you went and got yourself killed.’

Baldwin reached blindly behind him for Liv; she took his hand and squeezed it, but said nothing.

‘I haven’t been responsible for shit, have I? It’s all been you. Perpetually, Phillipe de Clermont. You are obsessed with control!’

‘I trusted you to lead this family’ Phillipe said firmly, ‘That is why I made you its’ head’

‘But you didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was coming’ Baldwin spat, bitterly. ‘Did you honestly think I would sabotage our family out of spite??!’

‘And speaking of Diana-’

Phillipe drew himself up tall.

‘-look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t have had her killed if she wasn’t a weaver?’

Phillipe said nothing.

Liv’s stomach dropped into her shoes.

Baldwin’s smile was triumphant and bitter.

‘To hell with Matthew’s feelings on the matter; if Diana wasn’t powerful, you would have slit her throat and dumped her in the rose bushes. I love Liv and Matthew loves Diana but bonds don’t mean anything to you if they’re not ‘useful’ to the family. To you.’

Baldwin stopped to take a breath, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘You didn’t want a son who was a leader. You wanted a soldier with no imagination. You made Matthew - the Catholic - the family assassin. Why not Verin? You never...’ Baldwin took another deep breath. ‘It was the Roman way. I understand. But if you'd told me once, just once, that I had leave to use my imagination I would have been comfortable forging my own path for this family instead of trying to hobble along in your shoes.’

Baldwin stared pointedly at the door, then back at his father. ‘Get out.’

Phillipe glanced at Liv, but found no support in her expression. He looked at Baldwin, then turned away, slumping dejectedly as he hovered out of the office.

Baldwin allowed Liv to wrap her arms around his waist and gather him up in a hug. They held each other in silence for a very long time.

#baldwin montclair #baldwin de clermont #adow #all souls trilogy #all souls series #a discovery of witches #a discovery of witches season 1 #a discovery of witches season 2 #a discovery of witches season 3

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louseegoosey · 2 years

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Y’ALL

Storytime. Gulp.

A little backstory first: I’ve been trying not to lift for the past few months bc the aid I get from the gvmnt has gotten a little better and I’ve been able to manage without needing to (I’m a needs-based lifter). BUT I got diagnosed with a new condition a couple months ago caused my entire diet to change, so a lot of the groceries I used to buy (which were cheaper) I can’t eat anymore. I now have to buy specialty items (gluten-free, dairy-free, no onions and garlic in sauces blah blah blah) which are WAY more expensive. It’s hitting my budget in a major way and unfortunately, I need to start lifting again, at least for the time being.

So, I go to a store I’ve lifted from a million times. I know the layout, I know the workers, I could draw you a map of where the cameras are, I know the best aisles to conceal in, and where the blind spots are. It’s comfortable. This is MY store. My goal is to get a specific pricier item, let’s call it chocolate. There are a lot of variations of this item, the pricier more decadent chocolates and the much cheaper Her$heyz bar. I actually prefer a more middle of the road type item, say Gh!r@rdelli. So I’m looking for the ghirajelly and they’re completely OUT. I’m like fuckfuckfuck. That means the only option left is the grande queen wizard of chocolates.

Now, I may have been deeply impoverished a couple years ago and went hog wild scooping up these queen wizard chocolates. The store may have gotten wise to me and started keeping them behind a display case. Ofc once I stopped jacking them, they put them back out. BUT I still don’t want to get these bc if I do, I’m setting off little alarm bells. They might think, oh shit, the chocolate bandit is at it again! But I really REALLY need it. It’s imperative to my survival rn. So I bite the bullet and I grab them.

I follow the rest of my regular routine (I know people say not to get into a routine, change it up, don’t be predictable, I know, I know) and it’s going well. I conceal in record time while looking totally chill and normal, absolutely no one saw me, and completely out of sight of cameras. I’m feeling like this might be one of my best lifts from this store. So I head toward check out.

I usually do self-checkout but I had to use an actual check out lane today. I’m chatting with the cashier, it’s all super chill. And THEN, as I’m passing all points of purchase, I see this guy I’ve never seen before walk out from behind this sectioned off area for employees only and he looks right at me, dead in the eyes. And he does not look happy. He’s not wearing the uniform, he’s dressed plainclothes, and he’s kind of a gangly thing. He speed walks ahead of me and suddenly I get really scared and panicky, and I almost turn around and go to the bathroom. But I steady myself and remind myself how kickass I was today when concealing and forge ahead (don’t look sus). I walk out and there’s no problems. He went in the entirely opposite direction of me. I don’t know if he was trying to get my plate number or something? But I thought I saw him turn around and go back inside (not sure). So it really could be as simple as dude has a resting bitch face, forgot something in his car, and ran back out to get it real quick. Or he was annoyed bc he was supposed to already have left work and he was running late. I truly don’t know, but this is the first time I’ve felt genuinely scared in this store and I fucking hate that.

So, not a caught story, just a reminder to keep your eyes open, kids. It could all go south at any moment. Don’t get comfortable, even at your ‘safe’ places. Something new can always happen, u can be surprised at any time.

Stay safe,

Goose

#the goose speaks #I welcome questions and comments on this!#or add some insight if you’ve got any #I’m definitely gonna stay away for a while unless I’m 100% positive I’m not gonna lift #and the next time I go in I won’t lift #I wanna gauge the vibe

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comradecorvusartandwriting · 11 months

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A Long Lost Tragedy #5: Sneaking and Seeking

Date: 2-10-30-5

Reverse Heist Test

Waking up in the inn, we found that Lluvia somehow managed to find her way to us, likely in a drunken adventure. She was a little hungover, but aside from that she was doing ok. We hung around the inn for a little while, then we talked to Marcus. Apparently, the passes would take longer than expected, and we would have some spare time on our hands while we waited. However, he did have another job for us, as a test of sorts. There was a house relatively close by that we needed to get into and place a small (frankly creepy looking) wooden monkey statue in. A “reverse heist” of sorts. Normally I would consider the legality of this but we are already trying to get forged adventurer’s passes, so I’ll give it a pass.

We quickly headed over to that house, and found no signs of the guard dog that Marcus said was there, though. We did notice a very unpleasant rotting smell whilst we were picking the locks, which we initially worried was coming from inside the house. Thankfully, once we finally got in, we placed the statue and left without any incident.

On our way back to meet with Marcus, however, we finally figured out where that stench was coming from. Remember those 2 entire wheels of cheese that Lluvia bought back in Godrest? Well it turns out she didn’t drop em off with Mesphelor like I thought she did. They had been sitting in her backpack for quite a while, and a significant amount of dark mold had grown on them. The innkeeper had us throw the wheels of cheese out back behind the inn, claiming to “know a guy”. The implications of that statement raise an eyebrow, but I won’t overthink it, she’s probably just referring to some wild animal that eats whatever garbage it could get its jaws on.

Being that we still had several days worth of time left on our hands before the forged adventurer’s passes came in, I decided to make use of my time by reading some of the scrolls and books on a desk in the inn. Through some of the contents, I was finally able to refine my concept for a trip mine, which I reckon could have many tactical uses in the event we get into longer fights in the future. Also, scavenging around the street I found some nails and springs, and there was a bucket but I felt that it probably belonged to someone, so I left it where I found it.

Seeking Siblings and Answers

I went to talk to Lady Remorse about my dream, to see if she had figured anything out. She told me that it definitely had to do with the deity Gotolara, but she couldn’t glean much more from it as that isn’t really her expertise. Upon returning inside to the inn, however, Lluvia brought up that her sibling Veychélla had not only reached out to her, but just so happened to have a very similar dream to mine. She planned on meeting up with them anyway so this was convenient for everyone involved. We then headed back to Severtempt to try and find them.

Lady Remorse mentioned that Remember was apparently close friends with Veychélla (or Vey, as they are nicknamed), and she’d likely know where they are at. So we went to ask her at the church. We found her watering the plants (and based on the guilty look she had on her face, I think she may have broken it a while back so she wouldn’t seem foolish for watering them again. She could have just told me that she likes to do it herself, I understand.) . She told us that Vey occasionally comes to the church, but usually just wanders around Severtempt, although there is a particular spot she goes to often. Remember showed us a path just off of the one that leads to the temple where we found out more about the shard, leading to a terraced area leading up to a large stone door, with statues on either side, and a staircase up the middle. Again, these sort of places are beautiful to me, the creations of civilization teeming with the vibrance of nature. As we made our way up the steps, we spotted Vey, who Lluvia greeted, but was pulled aside by. I don’t think Vey expected company, but Lluvia talked them into being okay with it. They seemed really happy to see each other, but agreed that catching up would have to be done later. Before Vey came over to introduce themself, Lluvia ran over and told Korragos to not be too loud. Vey then came over and we got introductions out of the way, she complimented my name, which feels nice, Korragos meanwhile was struggling to hold in all of his energy, he looked like he was about to explode. He was doing what he could, and I am proud of him. Vey is obviously a shy and somewhat socially awkward person, due to her reduced contact with people, she kind of reminds me of myself when I first started coming into Severtempt after living out alone for a while. Vey asked me about my dream, and what exactly happened in it. I pulled out my journal here and read my account of it. Vey confirms that they experienced a very similar dream, showing me the first page of their journal, which they wrote when they were very young, explaining the smudged handwriting, backwards letters, etc. They said that these dreams are Gotolara’s way of reaching out, beckoning people to follow its path. I didn’t know too much about Gotolara, so Vey filled me in. Gotolara is a nature deity, but does not wish to be worshiped in the same way as other gods or goddess, but rather experienced, like a force of nature, rather befittingly. Gotolara hates those who only take from the natural world, as unrestricted exploitation of the world’s riches would inevitably cause the death of the world. The incident involving Hellsgate’s main volcano erupting was apparently Gotolara fighting back against those who were exploiting the resources without giving back to nature in the process.

Vey says that they wished they had embraced the path they were called to earlier on, because they hurt others due to their inaction, and encouraged me to avoid making the same mistake, and accept the guidance being offered. They said that while if used correctly, technology can be used to please Gotolara, it is best to leave it behind in order to get a stronger feel for what Gotolara is, she specifically recommended taking a walk in nature, stating that the sooner I do it the better. I take her at face value, I want to protect my friends, so this is something I should treat with the utmost urgency and respect.

Now that I know where that dream came from and what it means, as well as the intentions of the deity that gave me it, I feel much more at ease, and I am honestly extremely eager to learn more about Gotolara. What Gotolara stands for seems to really resonate with me, and I feel that many of the things I want, Gotolara wants as well. I will probably go on that walk as soon as possible, I need more answers.

#A Long Lost Tragedy #A Long Lost Tragedy Journal

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11, 18, 30 for the writing ask game? :)

Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

i kill anything that doesn't work for the story. There's a morgue but i haven't really needed to go back to it to pick out stuff. And no i don't grieve. It's pixels on a screen, or electrical signals in my synapses. What i want is a good story so whatever isn't helping is not wanted.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I wrote Over All Things having dreamed it in its entirety and I woke up crying, so naturally, I inflicted it on my readers and made a lot of people cry too. It was AWESOME.

As for writing in my dreams, yeah i've dreamed about writing and publishing, but i never remember what i wrote.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Current WIP is The Kaedin Forge (side note: if you have not bought The Kaedin Secret, I highly recommend it, because I am a pretty good writer and i want people to love Rilt the dumbass bisexual the way I do)

Passage below the cut

Liria took a deep breath and motioned for the servants to serve roasted fernuts and cold komma. No wine or brandy, however; pots of caffi were brewing in the antechamber, and the cups were kept full.

"We have many matters to talk about," she said. "The first matter of business is that my brother has come home, safe and sound. I'm very thankful that he is here with us."

It was obvious that no one believed her. It did not matter.

Evvas stood. He looked handsome and mature in a new deep blue tunic with gold trim, and he bowed graciously at Liria. "My sister and I have come to an agreement. I no longer want the title; I am content to remain Lord Evvas." With a glance at the duchess, he added, "At this convene of my blood kin, I formally renounce all claim. Instead, I will take care of my parents."

Liria rose to her feet and kissed him on both cheeks. "Thank you, Evvas." She clasped his hands and smiled, secretly pressing a white pill into his right palm. "Mother and Father will be happy with your company on the island, brother dear."

"May Halimgor flourish in your care, sister dear," said Evvas, his own smile not reaching his eyes.

Liria waited until Evvas sat down before she turned to face her blood kin. Each pair of eyes held a judgment. Her father, before his stroke, had wanted her to know how to manage a land and its people, expecting to marry her off to one of Ingros' sons. He had not counted on his daughter's ambitions; after his stroke, what he intended for Liria no longer mattered. She had schemed, and bribed, and killed, to become the duchess.

She had earned this.

Keeping her tone even and calm, she gazed around at the assembly. "Matter number two. As you know by now, I am confirmed as Duchess of Halimgor. Father and Mother will go to our private island, and Evvas will lead a staff to care for them."

Other than Nufal's genuine gladness and pride, the rest of her male kin did not want to meet her eyes, their usual arrogance colored with resentment. Even now, she could see Lannel's disdain in the curl of his mustache, the dismissal in Liren's subtle sneer. Sanu was drinking noisily from his cup, a rude gesture at the best of times. These other men claimed to know her and her temperament because they had seen her as a child; they had watched her play with flowers and dolls and thought her soft and kind. Only Nufal understood his cousin well enough to stand with her from the start.

You think you know me. Liria allowed herself a small measure of steel and ice as she took in the expressions of the governors. You'll learn.

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Duchess Liria and Evvas are siblings. Evvas was the heir but Liria usurped his place through wiles and cunning. He's pissed about it but he is also at her mercy. But that isn't enough - Liria needs the cooperation of her male relatives who govern parts of her land. She's just faced a major setback in her young political life so she wants to prove herself. She is using this family meeting to gauge their receptiveness. And she is going to do something very drastic >:)

How I came up with it: i have always wanted to write a scene like this to showcase Liria's ruthlessness, ever since the first book. She's smart, ambitious, beautiful, athletic, and ruthless - and she knows all this. Which means, where she draws the line when it comes to attaining her goals is a fascinating thing to explore for me.

#writer asks #asks #thanks bby

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Like A Good Neighbor

A/N: I'm gonna be honest, I don't really know how many people actually want this one. We'll see how it goes.

A medley of electronic beeps fills the hallway. Looking to your right, your chest tightens the way it always does when you see her. Silky auburn hair tumbles down her shoulder and curves around her voluptuous chest. Noticing your gaze, she gives you a friendly smile. You hope she doesn’t notice the subtle blush on your face as you nod politely.

“You’re getting home later than usual, Jin Young noona.”

“So are you.”

“Ah, yeah. I had a later shift tonight.”

“That sounds more fun than what I did.” Jin Young sighs.

“Oh? Beer o’clock?” You ask.

The code for when either of you needed to talk about something that was bothering you. It was quickly established when she moved next door and the two of you became friends. While she was older than you, the two of you bonded over a plethora of shared hobbies and your friendship didn't take long to forge.

Jin Young beams at your offer with a cheerful smile.

“Sure!”

After taking a moment to reset the lock on her door, she happily follows you inside your apartment. She wastes no time kicking off her shoes and laying her purse near your door. You barely manage to make it to the fridge before Jin Young crashes on your couch and makes herself at home. You quickly take a seat next to her as you offer her a beer.

It only takes a second after handing her a beer for the refreshing crack of the can to fill the apartment. You both lightly tap your cans against each other before taking a large gulp. Jin Young releases a refreshed sigh as the two of you place your cans on the nearby coffee table. With her elbow propped on the back of your couch, she rests her head on her hand and stares at you. You quickly mirror her posture as you turn to meet her eye contact.

“What’s going on? How did the blind date go?” You ask.

“Ugh. Another failure.” Jin Young sighs heavily.

“Really? What was his name again? Jack? James?”

“Jake.”

“Douchey name. You lucked out.”

“Ugh, and he showed up in these awful khakis.” She chuckles, gently pushing on your arm.

“Oh no. Then what happened?”

“Then it was the same as always. Told him that I wanted a real relationship and to have kids eventually. Then he freaked out and left.”

“I mean, that is kind of a heavy thing to lead with, noona.”

“Yeah, but it’s best to be up front about it. If that’s all it takes to scare them off, it’s better to just do it from the beginning instead of wasting time y’know?”

“Hm, yeah I guess that makes sense. Although I still think there’s gotta be more to it if that’s all it takes to end your dates.”

“Well what about you?”

“What do you mean?” You ask before taking another sip from your beer.

“Would you have kids with me?”

The question catches you off guard and you choke from shock as the beer travels down the wrong pipe. Jin Young stares at you intently as you hit your chest in an effort to clear your throat. Bewildered by the sudden question, the only thing you manage to do is laugh.

“What are you talking about, noona?”

“Would you have kids with me?” She asks, slowly sliding her hand towards yours.

"How are you drunk already from half a beer, noona?" You chuckle nervously as you try to change the subject.

“I’m not drunk.”

Staring into her eyes, you can tell just how serious she is right now. A flurry of countless thoughts race in your mind as she slowly scooches closer to you. As her face inches closer to yours, the smell of her strawberry shampoo floats into your nose.

“Noona, I don’t think-” You say before she puts a finger against your lips.

“I know this is a lot to ask for. But tonight’s my peak ovulation window, and every day that internal clock ticks louder and louder. I don’t know how many more chances I’ll have.”

You can’t help but register the hint of sadness in her voice.

"You're smart, kind, handsome. You're the cream of the crop, why shouldn't you be the father of my children?" She continues.

Your jumbled thoughts become even more disrupted as she suddenly strokes your crotch through your pants.

“Besides, despite how hard you try not to, I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“I uh…”

Your brain turns completely blank as her fingers trace the outline of your cock through your pants. She leans in even closer, her lips now hovering just in front of yours.

“You want me, and I want you to fill me. That sounds like a fair deal to me, no?” Jin Young whispers, her breath tickling your lips.

Against all rational thought, you find yourself nodding in agreement. A small smile dances across Jin Young’s lips.

“Good.”

The moment you’ve fantasized about so many times before finally comes true as she presses her lips against yours. Soft and tender, the sweet taste of her lips enticing your arousal. But the gentleness quickly turns ravenous as Jin Young’s tongue ventures into your mouth. Your tongues aggressively swirl around each other, a lustful entwinement that numbs your brain as all the blood in your head rushes somewhere else.

Before you know it, Jin Young straddles your lap as her tongue wrestles against yours. Your tongues circle and massage each other, passionately battling for lustful dominance. She slowly begins to grind on your crotch as you both fall deeper into the kiss. Her fingers messily brush through your hair while your tongues continue their erotic dance.

Both of your moans quickly escalate, their volume and pacing matching the intensity of the kiss. Your hands squeeze her hips, the black fabric of her skirt bunching into your hands. The softness of her lips betrays how violently her tongue is swirling around yours. Everything else around you becomes a blur, everything less important than the pleasure emanating from the woman in your lap.

Putting her hand on your chest, Jin Young pulls away from the kiss. The two of you stare into each other's eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. A quick understanding passes through you, and the two of you quickly stand up and begin to frantically peel off your clothing.

Jin Young swiftly drops her skirt down to her ankles as you follow suit and drop your pants to the ground before she pushes you back down onto the couch. Your shirt is the next piece of clothing to disappear as you throw it across the room.

You can't help but lick your lips at the sight in front of you. Your neighbor Hong Jin Young standing over you, the only piece of fabric remaining on her body is the large stripe patterned bra that barely manages to contain the massive chest you've lusted after since she moved in.

Reaching behind her back, she gives you a teasing smile as her slender fingers find the clasp. Thankfully, Jin Young has even less patience than you do tonight. Her bra quickly falls from her body, her pillowy breasts freed with a satisfying bounce. She straddles your lap again and the tits that have inspired many late night fantasies are just in front of your face.

"Go ahead. I know you've always wanted them." She smiles.

Needing no further invitation, you dive into Jin Young's chest. You quickly sink your hands into her pillowy tits as you push your face between them. Your tongue darts around her wondrous cleavage, lapping up the sweet taste of her silky skin as it runs over her delicious curves. Squeezing her breasts closer against your face, you plant endless kisses on the sides that are practically suffocating you.

You lose yourself in the incredible sensation of her immaculate chest. Their gigantic size and perfect shape fill your palms as you squeeze and knead them continuously, your fingers never getting enough of the squishy silkiness of her skin. Everything about them just fuels your lust. The tip of your erect cock brushes against the lips of her cunt as it throbs in excitement. As you roughly squeeze and caress her breasts, you can feel her nipples stiffen against your palm.

“Ugh, your tits are even more perfect than I imagined, noona.” You grunt, your voice slightly muffled from being buried between them.

“Oh? Have you imagined them a lot?” She teases.

“How could I not? You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Then go ahead and see if they taste as good as you imagined too.”

While the smile Jin Young gives you is bewitchingly seductive, you vaguely register the subtle blush creeping on her cheeks. You eagerly accept her invitation, removing your face from her deep cleavage before taking her stiff nipple between your lips. Your tongue quickly reenacts the countless fantasies you’ve had, swirling and flicking the fleshy nub so that it’s taste coats your tastebuds.

Small moans escape her lips as you rapidly circle your tongue around her nipple. Gently nibbling on it here and there, you noisily slurp on her heavenly tits and indulge in your lust. As you continue to aggressively squeeze and suck Jin Young’s pillowy breasts, she pushes your face even closer into her chest. You feel her messily run her fingers through your hair as she clutches the back of your head.

Your fingers massaging and kneading her voluptuous chest, you jiggle them up and down against your face; her silky skin deliciously rippling against your lips. The soft skin of Jin Young’s giant tits slips through the cracks of your fingers as you squeeze them as hard as you can. You relentlessly swirl your tongue around her nipple, every taste of it only making you want more.

Taking the stiff nub between your teeth, you gently pull on it as you rapidly flick your tongue up and down. You glance up, and revel in her reaction as Jin Young bites her lip in a futile effort to suppress her erotic moans. Her sultry whimpers only intensify your actions as you aggressively push and pull on her nipple. Your tongue lustfully dances around the fleshy nub; swirling, flicking and sucking on it as if you'd die if it didn’t.

“You really like my tits, huh?” Jin Young giggles between breathy moans.

Briefly detaching yourself from her heavenly breast, you blurt out the first response that comes to your mind.

"I'm just helping you prepare for when you'll have to nurse." You quip.

Before either of you begin to laugh at your comment and ruin the mood, you quickly take her nipple into your mouth again. Apparently agreeing with your idea to continue before you ruin the mood, Jin Young does you one better as she quickly sinks herself onto your cock. A sultry moan fills the apartment, her erotic voice getting louder as your tip pierces into the depths of her velvety cavern.

“Holy fuck, you’re so deep. I knew you were the right person to ask.” Jin Young smiles.

The lustful heat of her cunt wraps around your dick, a pleasure so violent that it only makes you want more of it. Thankfully, the two of you are on the same page and it doesn’t take long before Jin Young is passionately bouncing herself on your cock. She grips your shoulders tightly as your tongue continues its relentless assault on her nipple. Your tongue swirls and flicks the stiff nub as her delicious breasts heave wildly, rippling and jiggling against your lips from your bodies hungrily crashing against each other.

Her hot walls clamp around your shaft, lustfully tugging on your dick with every frantic bounce. Jin Young quickly becomes a hot, moaning mess, her erotic body craving even more of your cock with every frantic slam. Your hands ceaselessly grope her tits, constantly swapping between kneading and rough squeezes. The sensation of her voluptuous curves rippling against your body sends your lust into overdrive. You reposition yourself slightly and start thrusting upwards.

You quickly go all out, frantically slamming your cock into the depths of her hot cunt. Grunts die in your throat as your tongue continues to swirl and flick her nipple, never tiring of its taste. Jin Young’s heavenly tits bounce wildly against your lips as you suck and slurp on them with all of your might. All of the lust you held back for her body for so long is finally unleashed. It’s no longer a want, it’s a need.

“Oh my god, right there. Don’t fucking stop.” Jin Young shrieks, her sultry moans barely overpowering the deafening sound of your bodies crashing together.

Her shapely ass ripples on your thighs from every violent thrust you manage. The silky walls of her cunt tug on your cock, tightening and pulling on your shaft with each slam. You gently bite on her nipple, her giant breasts heaving and jiggling against your lips as you rapidly piston in and out of her tight chasm.

As the silky skin of her voluptuous tits ripples rapidly on your lips, you feel yourself approaching the end. Your balls begin to tighten as your animalistic slams accelerate even more. The tip of your cock throbs violently against Jin Young’s womb, knowing that you plan on emptying every drop of your cum as deep as you possibly can inside her.

You continue sucking and pulling on her delicious nipples. Her pillowy breasts bounce in your palms as you squeeze them so hard that the soft skin that slips between your fingers begins to redden. As your tip throbs against her womb again, Jin Young’s body matches your own impending orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming.” She screams, her grip on your shoulders tightening.

“Me too.” You grunt, releasing your lips from her breast.

“Yes! Cum inside me! Knock me up!”

“I’m cumming inside you. I’m gonna make you pregnant!”

She slams her hips down one last time as your cock kisses the deepest part of her cunt. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re finally fucking the woman of your dreams or the thought of impregnating her, but as Jin Young releases one last lustful scream; your tip erupts and floods her womb with a torrent of cum that you’ve never come close to releasing before. Her velvety walls tighten around your cock, hungrily devouring every drop of your virile sperm that it can. A small pain strikes your shoulders, Jin Young’s nails dig into your skin as her body trembles against yours.

As the two of you continue reveling in your mutual orgasms, your hips never stop; mindlessly thrusting and fucking each drop into the deepest part of her cunt. The more you imagine your virile seed fulfilling its destiny and impregnating her, the more streams of your potent semen pour into her depths. One final sticky rope drowns Jin Young’s womb in your cum, traces of your white load slowly oozing down your dick.

Your violent orgasm winding down, you finally release her tit from your lips. The thought of Jin Young’s hungry womb eagerly welcoming your seed awakens something inside of you and you quickly find yourself stiff and ready for action again. Your cock throbs inside her velvety walls as your eyes take in the sight of her curvaceous body flooded with your cum to the point that it's dripping down your shaft. Looking down, she apparently feels your cock twitching inside her and gives you a playful smile.

“I’m glad to see you’re up for another round, we’re going to take advantage of every minute.”

You lick your lips at the thought of enjoying her erotic body even more. Grabbing her hand, you gently pull her off of your cock and quickly pull her towards your bedroom. A playful giggle escapes Jin Young’s lips as you gently push her onto the bed. You waste no time, spreading her heavenly legs and eagerly readying yourself for re-entry.

“Sounds great to me.” You nod.

"Good, because some spilled out as we ran in here. I’m going to need you to fuck it back into me."

Her cunt dripping with a mixture of your cum and her fluids, there's no resistance as your tip slips past the lips of her entrance. Your cock quickly sinks back into her velvety walls and the pleasurable heat forces a primal grunt out of you. It doesn’t take long before she’s taken your dick all the way to the hilt again, your tip twitching excitedly against her womb.

“Now fuck the shit out of me, I’m going to need every last drop.” Jin Young whispers seductively, her lustful command overpowering any other thoughts you might have had.

Your body beckons to her erotic demand and your mindless animalistic thrusts take control again, frantically slamming your cock into her depths. Planting your hands above her shoulders, you admire the view as your dick wildly pistons in and out of her cunt. While you loved devouring Jin Young’s tits, seeing them bounce like this is arousing in its own way.

As you resume your breakneck pace, you can’t take your eyes off of her breasts as they heave with a hypnotic ripple from every violent thrust. The immaculate chest you’ve fantasized about so often is now jiggling and bouncing on your bed as your cock frantically pounds away at her cunt. Jin Young’s erotic moans bounce off your walls as she balls your sheets in her fists.

“Just like this. Fuck every drop into me. Cum inside me again.”

Like a true siren’s song, you find yourself complying with her lustful demands. Even though you didn’t feel close before, you immediately feel your balls tighten again; your body refusing to disobey Jin Young’s commands. Watching her pillowy breasts bounce wildly, your tip twitches in her depths.

“I’m gonna cum again, Jin Young.”

“Fill me up! Give me every last drop of your cum!” She moans, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist.

With one last piercing thrust, your tip kisses her womb again before it erupts. Thick streams of cum flood into her depths and once again the thought of breeding and impregnating Jin Young fills you with an ecstasy you’ve never experienced. Your intense orgasm continues, ropey spurts of your potent semen painting the deepest parts of her velvety walls.

Her womb drowns from your thick ropes, your sticky cum overflowing from her cunt and oozing onto your sheets. You both gasp for air after your violent orgasm as you stare at her breasts rising and falling as she slowly catches her breath.

“Round two was pretty fast. Is that all you have?” Jin Young smiles.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you moved in. I’m nowhere near finished.” You grin.

“I’m glad. We have a whole night of babymaking to get to.”

Jin Young smiles before letting out a small squeal as you lay down and roll over so she’s straddling you again.

“Then let’s get back to it.”

Finally, both of your bodies separate after hours of lust fueled fucking and the two of you collapse onto your fluid soaked bed; your once pristine sheets now stained with sweat and cum. Glancing at your alarm clock, you’re simultaneously shocked but also not surprised that it’s now 4 AM. Time had quickly escaped you when everything started. As did the number of times you had sex, having lost count after your fourth orgasm.

You turn to her and smile as you watch her chest slowly rise and fall while her breathing gradually steadies. A content and satisfied smile beautifully graces her lips. As you stare at Jin Young’s perfect body filled to the brink and dripping with your cum, an indescribable feeling comes over you.

Even though you initially only said yes to finally have sex with her, you now find yourself hoping that it took. For both of you. Because while you always hoped that someone next door would call you "boyfriend", you realize that having someone next door call you "Dad" might be even better.

A/N2: I'm gonna be honest, I'm not super confident in this one. I tried to return to my big titty worship origins but I'm not really sure I pulled it off. I hope it's just me being too inside my own head and that you guys enjoy it though! Also tried something new with the breeding kink since I thought this was a really hot idea for HJY

#kpop smut #kpop #trot #male reader #malereader #hong jin young #readerinsert #reader insert #reader x hong jin young

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mae-beee · 2 years

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“Mortality“ Belphie x GN!MC Angst

Synopsis: He could never accept death, it was a curse or at least that’s what he thought until you came along.

Word Count: 2k

It all happened too fast. The thump his back made on the ground as Beel tackled him, the scream that echoed seconds after, and the way she fell still reaching out for him. The image of the arrow hitting her burned into his memory as he yelled for her.

“Lilith!”

“I’m sorry Belphie, I couldn’t save both of you…”

Belphie woke up in a cold sweat, scrambling back until his head hit the headboard. He looked around, images of his nightmare flashing through his mind, making him feel dizzy. His gaze fell onto you—still fast asleep next to him and he sighed. He needed air, to get out of the attic before he had the chance to dwell on his thoughts and break in front of you.

He got out of bed as quickly and quietly as possible, doing his best not to disturb you. You needed your sleep, after all there was no point in consoling him for a nightmare he’d had far too many times before. Beel already tried that. It never worked as well on his twin as it did on him.

He bolted towards the underground tombs, his mind running rampant while his lungs reflected his exertion. Why was he running? There wasn’t a rush to get there, it wasn’t like anything would change. Perhaps, it was the need to let everything out in a private place that made his legs work faster than they usually did or the embarrassment of having one of his brothers find him, but he ran.

The doors greeted him with an unwavering strength as he pushed them open, struggling against the resistance. He managed to get in, letting his breathe catch up to him as he walked to the back of the room. There it was, a pristine coffin with flowers on top of it, a complete and utter contrast to it’s bleak and dusty surroundings. He slide down till his butt hit the floor, his back lightly resting against the wall while his eyes scanned the entire room. He was forever grateful for the peacefulness of the tomb, relieved that Cerberus had been moved to reside over the mausoleum.

He let his back slip further onto the wall, as he curled his knees to his chest, watching the coffin like it would move. He finally let the nightmare sink back into his thoughts whispering out a plea of her name, which in turn only made matters worse. The tears welled up fast, overflowing while her scream repeated itself in his mind. He covered his face, muffling his sobs with his hands as if anyone could hear his cries echoing off the walls.

Thousands of years had passed since he’d fallen from grace and lost the only sister he ever had, but yet he mourned her like it was a fresh wound sliced deep into his skin. He barely made any progress, the confines of his mind keeping him trapped in a never ending loop. The nightmare only a testament to that with how vivid and apparent it was.

His cries became strangled as he gritted his teeth, trying to calm his overactive tear ducts. He knew there wasn’t a use in crying, it wouldn’t change the past or the guilt he harbored but he couldn’t stop them as tears rolled down his cheeks getting smudged on the way by his palms. His hands held a vice grip, leaving red marks along his forehead in a feeble attempt to let out all the emotions he felt he could drown in.

A silent scream forged it’s way out of his mouth, as he finally let his hands go limp at his sides. Belphie turned his attention back to her coffin, a mix of anger and desperation settling into his features. He hated that even now, his mind tortured him about what could’ve been. How it would’ve been if he was the one in her place, if Beel had saved her instead and sometimes he wished he did. He was still so resentful, so desperate to blame someone that it became exhausting just dealing with himself. He first blamed humans for taking her, finding the control of having someone to push the burden onto relieving, but he could no longer bring himself to because of you.

There truly was no one to blame anymore, other than himself. He held an unfocused gaze as he allowed himself to succumb to the horrors that plagued his mind, disregarding everything else. He spaced out, not even noticing that you had somehow made your way into the room until he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone kneeling in front of him. He snapped his head to look at you, not trying to provide an excuse or deflection.

“Belphie…” You spoke in barely a whisper but that was enough for him to finally wrap himself around you.

He held you so tight it would be suffocating if you weren’t so concerned. His head found itself a place on your shoulder as he let himself sob into your pajamas. No words were needed to know exactly why he was there, the location alone giving it away. You held him in your arms as you swayed your bodies back and forth, trying to refocus his attention onto you.

“I-I’m sorry, I feel like I’m drowning.” He croaked out, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

“I can’t move from here. I-I’m trapped it’s like a never ending cycle and all I do is make it worse! I keep blaming everyone else even you when it’s my fault. I could’ve done something! I—“ He trailed off, falling limp against you.

You pulled him off of your shoulder, his eyes finding yours in a desperate plea. You began wiping the tears off his cheeks, letting your thumb linger over his skin, “There’s no one to blame for it, there doesn’t need to be and she wouldn’t dare blame you for it. You did all you could, Belphie.” Your words filled his ears like a mantra, something he let himself sink in.

“But I—“

“She became a mortal and got her happy ending, she’s at peace. You can’t spend your entire life mourning her, she wouldn’t want that.” You whispered, moving to embrace him once more. His sobs slowly turned to whimpers as he allowed himself to bask in your presence, his hands shaky as they rested on your back.

“She would want you to live, truly live.”

Belphie froze, knitting his eyebrows together, wasn’t he already living?

“I mean the Belphie that gets a sparkle in his eye every time he tells me about the constellations, the Belphie that cheers his twin brother on at every Fangol game, the one that stares at me with so much love in his eyes I feel like I’m floating, the one that enjoys living and lives it to the fullest.” You spoke once more, easily putting his question to rest like you could read his mind.

He turned his head, his half-lidded eyes scanning yours for any falsehoods that couldn’t be hidden behind your soft expression, but yet he found none. There wasn’t any doubt in your eyes, even when they captured his, still with that loving gaze. You always knew what to say, no matter what. His mouth gaped trying to find the words to speak, his eyes threatening to tear up again. So that’s what you meant, the times where the thoughts so heavy on his mind were pushed all the way back, the moments where he felt like him.

“That’s when you truly live, not the you that lets his thoughts torment him and control him or the one that’s scared to share them even if it’s with me.”

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want you to see me as weak or way too stuck in the past.” He whispered, trying to shake the quiver in his voice.

“I could never see you as weak and I’d do anything to make you believe that.” You responded, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your hands lingered on his waist holding him tight as you listened to his pulse.

He melted in your touch, the tears in his eyes getting harder to hold. “Then stay. Stay with me for the rest of my life and teach me how to believe it, how to truly live without feeling like this…”

“You know I can’t do that, as much as I want to, I’m only a human Belphie. I can’t promise you the forever you want.” You muttered falling into a mumble of your own tears as you finished talking. You couldn’t give him what he was asking for. As much as you wanted to show him all his worth and help him mourn Lilith properly without the need to blame or guilt himself, you could only do so in your lifespan—not his.

He clung to you like you’d disappear, his tears finally falling for a much different reason than before. He sobbed into your clothes, clawing at your back to keep you close. Why couldn’t you just give him that? Why couldn’t you just stay? You healed everything in your path but yet you were cursed with mortality, something he couldn’t change or fix. He couldn’t lose you like he did Lilith. He needed you to stay, to do what you did best and heal him—love him till his time was up but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t.

—

Belphie smiled, finally making his way up the hill and onto a small plateau of land. He planted the flowers he brought with him along side the other ones he’d planted before, slowly making a meadow around a large tree that shaded a concrete block at it’s base. He sat under the tree next to the headstone, letting his back hit the tree trunk as he looked over.

“Hi Y/N, I missed you.” He whispered, wiping off the newly collected dirt from the concrete, where your name was engraved. He stared at your headstone letting his eyes tear up as he traced the writing. It wasn’t the gut wrenching tears he’d shed in the past, no these ones were peaceful almost serene even as they clouded his vision, and rendered him blind.

“I was thinking about you.”—He paused, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the tree.—“Of everything.” He croaked, letting images of your life flash in and out of his mind. The first time you met and the look of determination you had as you planned to get him out of the attic to the way your hand held his as you smiled one last time. The peacefulness as he held you in the planetarium to the serene look on your face as your soul left, your mortal body no longer able to keep it. How his cries that day were silent as he smiled reliving your entire life while he watched you finally rest, completely different than the way he had the day you found him in the underground tombs.

“You kept the promise, you know? I know you said you couldn’t give me the forever I wanted but I think you did.” He shook, biting his lip to stop them from quivering. You had given him something no one else could’ve, the drowning feeling he’d felt for millennia no where to be found, replaced by the insatiable warmth you left him with.

“You gave me your forever and I’ll give you mine even if you can’t live it.” He didn’t bother to wipe the tears that passed his chin, letting them travel as much as they wished to.

He finally opened his eyes swearing he could see you smiling to him amongst the flowers, twirling around before disappearing in the breeze. He chuckled and shook his head, dropping his eyes back to your headstone.

“You taught me how to live and that although it ends, death is beautiful.”

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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Hello! Lots of love to you. 😘 can I request GoM+ Takao thinks reader is going to breakup with them but is actually not. It can be funny misunderstanding or angst anything really. Happy ending.

A/N: Lots of kisses for you my dear anon! 💋 I tried to keep them all the same length, but guess what?? I failed (✌︎ ՞ਊ ՞)✌︎ Hope you’ll enjoy these nonetheless!! <33

Tags: GoM and Takao x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ angst ✅ jealousy ✅

image/art source: Takao -> Pixiv (by もいさま)

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Kuroko:

Being in a relationship with Kuroko was filled with nothing but tranquility and love. The two of you rarely had any type of conflict with each other, but one very urgent problem you’d always had in mind was the lack of communication. Because your boyfriend was so silent and barely complained whenever something was amiss, you tended to misunderstand each other…

One morning after you’d entered Seirin’s school building, you immediately caught a glimpse of your blue-haired boyfriend, and just as you were about to go up to him and greet him with your usual hug, he wordlessly turned his back to you and disappeared in the crowd. His behavior was quite unusual, but you figured that he just didn’t see you and went on with your day.

Unfortunately, the young man kept showing you the cold shoulder on that day, and by the end of his team’s basketball training, he’d even gone back home before you.

“Did something between you two happen?” asked Kagami as soon as he saw your dejected reaction to the unexpected news. Your grip on your school bag’s rims tightened and you simply shook your head.

“Not that I’m aware of anything…”

“Then why don’t you just ask him?”

His teammates stared daggers at the tall young man who had once again said something insensitive, but to you, it was a simple summary of the constant problem between your lover and yourself, so you couldn’t help but giggle at his question and nod.

——

Just where have you hidden yourself Tetsu?!

Annoyance had distorted your usually calm facial features and was chasing away any of your classmates that hoped to approach you for whatever reasons. After Kagami had given you the necessary push you needed, you made it your mission to find your lover and confront him once and for all, but he was nowhere to be found. No matter who you asked, where you went, what you did, it was as if he never came to school. At times such as these, his low presence proved to be pretty useful and a damn nightmare for you, but you stayed vigilant and even decided to make use of some…unexpected tactics.

During the second break, you sprinted to your lover’s classroom, knowing fully well that he was already gone, and called for his partner, who only very reluctantly agreed to accompany you during your search. The plan you’d forged relied entirely on Kagami’s strong presence that - according to his teammates - was so strong that even the people who saw him daily couldn’t help but stare at him. You knew that Kuroko was more or less immune to this and preferred to look down at his book, so you were positive that with this plan you’d find the odd one out of the crowd pretty easily.

Luckily for you, the plan was a success and after just a couple of minutes you’d caught sight of the familiar blue hair, but when you locked eyes with your loved one, a sharp pain ran through your chest. Kuroko looked heartbroken and had to bite his lip to hide his anger and tears.

“(Y/N), this is your chance! Go! Run!”

The unexpected encouragement from the man next to you managed to wake you up from your trance and not even a second later you were running after your lover. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t that quick and on top of that, you were convinced that he ran extra slower than usual because somewhere deep inside of him he wanted to talk to you as well.

“(Y/N)…I-”

“We can’t continue like this Tetsu,” you began and intended to take a small breather before you continued, but the anxious face of your counterpart made you reconsider, “what I mean to say is, that we can’t ignore our constant misunderstandings due to miscommunication. I love you Tetsuya and whenever I am with you everything is nearly perfect, but we need to do something about your aversion of expressing your opinion and my reluctance to speak up about it.”

You couldn’t blame him for being so surprised that he couldn’t answer instantly since you surprised even yourself with how direct you were. Just as you were about to break the uncomfortable silence between you two, Kuroko unexpectedly wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god…I thought you wanted to leave me for Kagami-kun.”

“Excuse me, what? Why would I-” you stopped for a moment and remembered the scene he saw just a couple of minutes ago before you corrected him, “…I needed his help to find you, since all of my earlier attempts were futile against the legendary Phantom Sixth man, you know?”

And with that small joke, you both chuckled, kissed each other, and decided to spent the rest of the break hand-in-hand, while you resolved the small thorn in your relationship.

Kise:

Being Kise’s lover was pretty tiresome and restricting. Since he was a famous model a lot of rules had to be followed by not only him but you as well.

Any selfies you took are not to be shared with anyone and not to be published. Bragging about him as your boyfriend was out of the question. Public dates? I think not.

When his manager had first thrown all of these at you, you were pretty stomped and ready to burst with anger, but he stopped you and after your talk, Kise reassured you that you would still do the majority of the things “normal” couples do, but you’d simply have to be more careful and aware of your surroundings than others. You trusted him of course and he didn’t lie, in fact, he made an enormous effort to provide you with a proper love life, one that you deserved. Much to your surprise, everything was working out just fine and you got used to the abnormalities of some situations pretty quickly, but as we all know life can rarely be filled with nothing but sunshine and rainbows…

-` EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH MODEL №1 KISE RYOUTA ´-

That was the headline of one of the many magazines your boyfriend was featured in. You always made sure to show your support for his career by buying almost every issue that had a section dedicated to your blond lover, that and the fact that the photographers and designers always made him look hotter than he already was. With a big grin on your face, you browsed the magazine until you found the corresponding pages and began reading yet another interview.

At first, the questions were pretty standard and tame, asking the young model what his future plans were, how he manages school, basketball club, and modeling without being stressed out at all, and many more similar questions such as these. Being his significant other, you caught a few lies of his that he had to make up in order to keep your relationship a secret and even though it didn’t sit entirely right with you, you brushed it off since you knew that he couldn’t help it. With mixed feelings, you read on until one particular question and answer caught your eye.

-` Q: A lot of your female fans have been constantly speculating about what type of boyfriend you’d make, what’s your take on that subject?

-` A: (laughs) Well you see, I hate to break it to everyone, but I like the type of women that don’t tie me down. I just can’t imagine myself being with the same person every single day, it’d be quite suffocating, you know?

You stared at that answer for a while, hoping that the words would just merge into something that didn’t sound so…ruthless, but to no avail. Just as you were about to continue your lecture, the front door to your apartment opened and the familiar voice of your lover echoed, filling your home with more life than before. While the blond removed his shoes and jacket you quickly hid away the magazine and forced yourself to smile, hoping that he wouldn’t notice…

——

“You damn idiot, what were you thinking?!”

“Oh (Y/N)…what do you even see in him?”

“I have never been more pissed off to be in the same team as you…”

The moment Kise had entered the gym to participate in today’s training all of his teammates had surrounded him and had begun reprimanding him for something he couldn’t quite understand because of how chaotic everyone was. It took a while, but when they became more or less calm he used to chance to find out just what’s got them so pissed off.

“Isn’t it obvious you imbecile?! That over the top answer of yours is what we’re so mad about”

“Kasamatsu-senpai I can’t quite follow…what answer are you referring to?”

After being kicked down by the shorter man and lectured yet another time, Kise finally understood just what this fuss was about. You’d been quite out of it since his latest interview got published, so the guys decided to find out what had you so bothered and the answer was, of course, Kise…who else?

“B-But I didn’t mean it! It was just for show an–”

“Does (Y/N) know?” interrupted Moriyama with an unusually serious tone. Your lover intended to answer fully confident that you were aware, but a small voice inside of his mind stopped him in his tracks. How were you supposed to know that he didn’t mean it when he never explained himself? What if the reason you’d been so absentminded these past few days was that you were planning on leaving him?

N-No…I can’t let that happen…i-if we break up then what am I–

“Excuse me, is Kise here?”

At the unexpected sound of your voice all of the members instantly shut up, turning to you, but before anyone could answer you, the blond took off sprinting right towards you and wrapping his muscular arms around your body.

“Please forgive me (Y/N)-cchi, I…I figured we’d been over this and that you know that no matter what I say to the press, I never really mean it. It’s all supposed to be a façade to make me more attractive to the public, b-but you know me, right? The real, insecure, weak, and ambitious me…the one that’s no good without you…”

Even if he’d taken you by surprise with his sudden hug, his words rendered you pretty much immobile and left you with no choice but to listen to his desperate apology. He held you tighter and buried his face in the crack of your neck. The moment you felt something wet drip down on your clothing, you wrapped your arms around him protectively, gently caressing his head, and kissing his temple all the while he whispered one apology after the other, begging you to never leave his side.

“I won’t ever leave you, Kise…I promise”

Midorima:

“…and with that, we’re coming to today’s last and unfortunately most unluckiest signs of all…Cancer!”

At the sudden announcement, Midorima flinched, grip tightening on his iPod, as he continued listening to his daily horoscope. His sign being the unluckiest out of all was quite the rarity and that alone was worrisome, but the fact that today’s misfortune was predicted to be in his love life made the man the more afraid. Usually, he’d ignore any prognosis that went beyond his career, but the moment you had become his girlfriend, Midorima couldn’t help but lend an ear every time the presenter of his favorite show mentioned the word love.

Your lover’s flame for you has been near extinction, I suggest breaking up with them before they do, or else this pain will haunt you for eternity…

With heavy steps, the green-haired man made his way to his school, lucky item in hand and a never before experienced fear deeply rooted in his heart. If possible he’d try to avoid you as much as possible today, so that you couldn’t break things off with him. He was aware that his behavior was quite over the top, but that was his way to cope with the anxiety of losing you - his most important person. In Midorima’s eyes this was a solid plan, but putting it into action was harder than expected.

Every time you jogged up to him with your angelic smile, your big and beautiful eyes that sparkled the moment you saw him, the energetic way you waved to your boyfriend when you spotted him across the hallway were so adorable and heart-warming that whenever he had to act extra cold towards you, it felt like his heart was being torn apart anew every single time. While he was beating himself up over his behavior, you simply shrugged it off and figured that he was on his usual tsundere trip for some reason and decided to ask him about it after basketball practice.

“Shin-chan sure is acting weird today, huh?” asked Takao with a hint of amusement in his voice as he sat down next to you on a bench in the courtyard. You simply looked up at him and nod with resigned smile on your face as you answered: “I’m somehow used to his antics, but something must’ve happened for him to act so…distant.”

The boy next to you studied your expression and despite his usual enjoyment of watching a misunderstanding between the two of you unfold, he could see how much the green-haired man’s behavior was weighing on you, so he broke his silence and told you about Midormia’s plan that he’d schemed following today’s horoscope.

——

“Midorima Shintarou, we need to talk…now!”

Your loud and sudden order startled the young man in gym clothes, who was mere movements away from throwing his umpteenth three-pointer, as well as his teammates. If it weren’t for the serious tone in your voice, he would’ve come up with some kind of excuse to dodge the upcoming conversation.

Now that the two of you were outside of the gym you didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point: “Are you seriously avoiding me all day because of Oha Asa’s words? Is that how little you believe in me and my feelings for you?” Your boyfriend never quite knew how to deal with such straightforwardness and seeing how with each question you uttered, the tears in the corners of your eyes grew, pushed him even further into a corner until he couldn’t handle it anymore and just needed to shut you up. Out of nowhere Midorima took a tight hold of your shoulders, seizing your frantic movements, and pressed his lips firmly to yours, kissing you in the process.

“…now that I finally have your attention, allow me to explain myself, will you?” he asked and waited for your nod before he continued “Look…I know I overreacted and to be honest, my behavior bothered me more than you think. I was just…j-just so afraid to lose you. Up until now everything Oha Asa said came true, s-so–”

Before he could finish his sentence, it was your turn to kiss him on the lips and use his moment of confusion to stop the train of negative thoughts that were about to overwhelm him. “I love you Shintarou…more than any horoscope could ever hope to calculate and sure, every time you listen to this show it all comes true, but did you forget that my sign is on that show as well?”

Your sudden question caught him a little of guard, but the moment you pulled something small out of your pocket he couldn’t help but smile to himself as a light blush spread across his cheeks.

“Unfortunately for you, today is my lucky day and your beloved presenter advised me to be more assertive than what I’m used to, and show my lover just how much he means to me.”

Aomine:

With quick steps, you neared the basketball club’s gym while frantically looking around for your boyfriend, who’d once again decided to ditch today’s training and laze around somewhere.

“Captain, we might have a problem!” you shouted out the moment you entered the building, ready to break the unpleasant news to the young man in glasses, who looked surprisingly relaxed, even though one of his best players was missing yet again. But before you could even say anything he simply put his hand up, motioning you to look behind him with his head, and there you saw the wanted man, crouched down while reading something.

With a heavy sigh, you joined Imayoshi and Wakamatsu, who was looking at the power forward with hopeless and annoyed expressions. After explaining to them that you couldn’t find him at his usual spots, you asked how they got him to join practice that quick.

“Oh you know…the usual” the blond said as he tapped a few times on his mobile phone, searching for something, and the moment he found it, he showed you the typical photo with which they always managed to catch Aomine: one of his favorite gravure magazines being held above a candle’s flame. You eyed the image a tad longer than what the men next to you were used to and then replied drily: “I see.”

The two players you were standing next to, were quite surprised by your reaction and couldn’t tear their eyes from your back as you walked towards the bench where their coach and manager were seated. They wanted to brush it off at first but the moment you had sat yourself down, your sad expression managed to guilt-trip them to such an extent that they immediately walked to the dark-skinned young man to lecture him.

“Aomine, you idiot, stop reading these things already!”

Said man didn’t even flinch at the sudden scream from the blond and continued looking through his magazine. Wakamatsu was already agitated enough and ready to throw punches at his sitting teammate, but the captain stopped him with an unobtrusive head-shake and took his chance not short after: “Ya see…your cute girlfriend’s over ‘ere and she looks mighty disappointed at the fact that ‘er boyfriend gives some random women more love ‘n attention than ya give ‘er. If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.”

It didn’t take much to annoy or upset your boyfriend and if you were as tactful as Imayoshi, you could do it whenever you felt like it, but this time he intended to make the man before him aware of what seemed to be a minor problem.

The two of them watched as Aomine finally closed his magazine and stood up, a terrifying glare fixated on the wall before him, and hissed out: “My relationship with (Y/N) has nothing to do with you, so don’t even butt your noses where they don’t belong.” He turned and just as he was about to leave and enter the practice match, he stood beside the man with glasses and stared at him with the same amount of bloodlust he had whenever he faced a strong opponent, and whispered: “Call her cute one more time and see what happens, captain”

——

What the hell is going on?

With a furious expression and gritted teeth, Aomine’s eyes followed your frantic movements in annoyance. He watched how you held Sakurai’s hands and whispered something to him to calm him down, how Wakamatsu ruffled your hair as thanks for bringing him a bottle of his favorite drink and a towel, and how Susa and Imayoshi patted your back while praising you. Today was the first time he actually noticed this, but now everything was making sense.

Since the beginning of this week, Momoi told him that she’d be away for two weeks and couldn’t manage the team in that timeframe. Her childhood friend wasn’t interested, so he didn’t ask any further details such as why she going away or who’d take her place for the time being, but now he wished he would’ve.

During her absence, he didn’t receive any of those dreadful SMS and for the first few days, he was living his life, skipping every single practice day. He did ask you a couple of times whether you wanted to ditch your class and come hang out with him, but he got rejected pretty quickly. Additionally, he rarely asked you out himself so the lack of messages from you wasn’t surprising to him, of course until he heard some of the substitute players comment something about how well you were doing your job as temporary manager.

“So that’s why you were so busy, huh?” he asked in his typical monotone voice the moment you had come back to the bench where he and the coach had taken place. Without sparing him even a single glance you took your clipboard and began explaining something to the older man. Seeing how you ignored him, paired with your cold attitude made Aomine involuntarily remember his captain’s words.

If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.

Your conversation with the coach was quickly wrapped up and not soon after just the two of you were left sitting on the bench. Your boyfriend’s deep blue eyes glanced briefly at you and observed how you were writing something in a small pink notebook that most likely belonged to Momoi. He never considered the fact that you would actually lose interest in him or perhaps even break up with him, but your recent behavior change matched exactly that and it scared him more than he let on.

The moment you finished writing and intended to pack everything up, a big hand took a gentle hold of your wrist. Slightly startled and taken aback you looked at the man beside you, who was covering his lower face area as he murmured something that only you managed to hear and understand.

Please don’t go…d-don’t leave me

A small smile slowly adorned your lips as you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, and squeezing it ever so slightly. You figured that the reason he was hiding his face was because of the blush that had painted his cheeks in a shade of dark red. An unusual but very welcome sight as well as a great reward for the plan the entire team had come up with alongside you. The goal? Teaching your lover a small lesson that he’s surely not forgetting that quick.

Mission accomplished…

Murasakibara:

“Hey Atsushi, my friend told me they’d be opening a new store in–“

“Mmm…I don’t wanna go (Y/N)-chin”

You were stunned at the sudden refusal of your boyfriend even before you’d finished your sentence and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you looked at his slightly annoyed face.

Of course, he’d say that…

And with that prompt rejection, the conversation between you two died down and you wordlessly continued watching the movie you’d put on for tonight, while gently caressing the purple head of the large man who was using your thighs as a pillow.

——

“Eh? You rejected (Y/N)’s invitation again?” asked the black-haired young man while he handed his gigantic friend a tissue for his sticky fingers. With a slightly annoyed glare, Murasakibara snatched the handkerchief from him and hurriedly removed the honey residuals from the snacks he had finished a couple of minutes ago, before answering: “Of course I would…I’m not in the mood to go shopping for hours in this heat.”

The man’s laziness never failed to surprise Himuro everyone who has ever talked to him was aware of his quirks and despite it all, no one has ever left his side. The same goes for you as well. Since the first time you’d seen him, your heart already belonged to him. It was easier to pursue him than you’d expected since his team liked you very much and always helped you out by telling you about his schedule or when he’d come to practice. He was pretty cute once you got to know him better and unbeknownst to you, he had also fallen in love with everything about you. Your smile, the adorable way you tried to follow his basketball practice, the way you panicked when he told you that he didn’t like the type of candy you’d picked out, and everything else about you made his heart thump hard against his chest.

“You know Atsushi…if you keep your indifferent attitude up, your relationship might end pretty soon.”

“W-What do you mean…?”

With a perplexed expression on his face, Himuro took a glance at his friend who had panic written all over him, and reluctantly explained how you could feel neglected by him, or even think of leaving him because he seemingly doesn’t want to spend time with you. The purple-haired young man opened his mouth, wanting to protest but anything he said was immediately rebutted by his friend who told him that he was the wrong person to tell this to, and with that, Murasakibara sprinted out of the room. His destination: your home.

——

You were just out of the shower and preparing yourself to go to bed, when suddenly the doorbell starts ringing furiously, scaring you in the process. With a thumping heart and silent steps, you made your way to your door and took a glance at your peephole, needing less than a second to recognize just who had decided to spontaneously visit you this late at night.

“Atsushi, what are–”

“I’m sorry (Y/N)-chin, please don’t leave me! I-I promise I will go to that store reopening with you a-and to any other event you’d like, I’ll even do it without you having to buy me over with sweets, just–”

Thrown aback as you were, you took a tight hold of Murasakibara’s arms, squeezing them while you screamed at him to hold on and stop talking. Despite your reassuring words it took him a good while to calm down, so you made use of it and prepared some soft drinks, and put a couple of his favorite snacks in a rotating multi bowl set. After putting everything down on the small table in your living room, you got your boyfriend his favorite blanket, covering him with it, and finally sat down next to him.

“Now then, I’m almost afraid to ask you this, but…why are you pleading with me to not leave you?”

With his big and almost puppy-like eyes, he looked at you and asked with a slightly trembling voice: “S-So you really w-want to l-leave me?”

“Heavens no! Who even gave you that idea?”

The moment these few words left your lips, the tension finally left the young man’s body and he slumped back on your couch with a relieved sigh, whispering a silent thank god before massaging his closed eyes. You had never seen your lover being as worried as tonight and you figured that whatever has been bothering him must’ve been quite serious, and that made you in fact even more curious than before. Despite that, you figured you’d wait for him to start his explanation, or at least that was what you’d planned, but after a couple of minutes of nothing but silence, you decided to speak up and reassure him first.

“I’m not quite sure what happened, but it seems like you’re feeling bad for refusing my invite from some days ago, and well…I was kinda disappointed about not being able to go with you there, but I’ve known you for so long now and truth be told, I was prepared for such an answer so I’m not pissed off or anything, you know? You’re just the type of person to prefer staying indoors while lazing around…that’s just how you are and how I love you, so…”

You got embarrassed after a while and the young man’s missing reactions didn’t make it any better, so you eventually stopped mid-sentence and called out to him.

Silence.

“Atsushi…?”

You put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him, causing his arm with which he was covering his eyes to fall to the side, revealing his slightly puffy eyes and sleeping face.

D-Did he…fall asleep…?

Who would’ve thought that your reassurance alone would have such an impact on him and cause him to fall asleep?

You giggled to yourself and gently caressed some strands of his hair away from his face, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek as you silently wished him a pleasant nap. A few seconds passed during which you contemplated whether you should go to your room or snuggle up to him, you picked the latter and as carefully as possible, leaned your head on his shoulder, closed your eyes, and missed the small smile that adorned Murasakibara’s lips.

Akashi:

Akashi usually isn’t one to get jealous of other people, since he is quite confident that there is no one better suited for you but him. And yet whenever he sees how you talk to Mayuzumi he can’t help but feel a tight pain in his chest and notice how his mood instantly drops. He’d immediately turn away from the sight of the two of you and go somewhere else, preferably the gym where he can either let his frustrations out on the ball or on some of the unmotivated basketball club members. When you were close to him during one of his bad days he was prone to behaving rather rude and harsh and even though he regrets it seconds after opening his mouth he just can’t stop himself. One day though, he truly lost it.

Everything was seemingly going well and then he saw both Mayuzumi and you come in the gym together, hand in hand, laughing, and worst of it all: you were blushing. The red-haired young man watched how his upperclassman helped you sit down on the bench and the way you two looked at each other made the captain feel sick. That’s when a certain thought entered his mind.

What if (Y/N) is planning on breaking up with me for….

While you laughed alongside the older member of the basketball club, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes the way Akashi approached you two and immediately sprung up to calm him down. “S-Sei, please calm yourself down!” you pleaded as you held onto his wrists, but no matter what you said he wasn’t listening, he only had eyes for the man behind you.

Out of desperation you wrapped your arms around the slightly trembling body of your boyfriend and began whispering how nothing was going on between the two of you, how Mayuzumi had only helped you reach the gym since you had sprained your ankle on the way, and how he had teased you for loving the captain too much. As if released from some sort of spell, the young man came back to his senses and returned your embrace in slight confusion. While you were quick to forgive and forget the sudden snap of your boyfriend, the grey-haired man behind you wasn’t in the mood to just forget how the first-year would’ve stabbed him with a ballpen if it weren’t for you. Luckily the other main team members came to calm their teammate down, while you excused yourself, took Akashi by the hand, and went out for a walk to help him calm down.

——

Holding tightly onto your boyfriend’s hand you dragged him off to a more remote area where you could properly talk to each other and resolve any type of doubts that seemed to sprout inside of his already restless mind as a sudden and unexpected whisper caught you off guard. You halted mid-step, turning to the young man behind you, and asked him to repeat what he’d just said.

After a short moment of reluctance, he nodded and did as asked. “I’m sorry for losing myself back there.” His sudden apology caught you quite off guard and made you forget your initial plan. The Akashi you knew rarely showed such enormous remorse for his actions, he might have finally found inner peace with himself and his insecurities, but that didn’t mean that he was now a completely changed man who’d thrown his entire pride away. Not being able to hold back your curiosity, you asked why he felt the need to apologize.

“The way I was ready to lash out at someone older than me, in the same way, I did with Kagami back then was uncalled for…not only that but your expression,” he paused, softly caressing your cheek and continued with a silent voice “that fearful expression you had when you saw me…I-I don’t want to see it ever again.”

Now I get it…

A sad smile adorned your lips as you squeezed his hand tighter. You were secretly thankful for his small outburst right now because it showed you not only that he indeed loved you as much as he usually told you, but also that despite his perfectionism he was very much flawed. He was afraid of losing you and equally afraid of you hating him for expressing these worries. Without saying anything you wrapped your arms around him in a hug and held him tightly as soon as he’d returned your embrace.

“Seijuro…please don’t try to tackle every worry you have on your own. That’s why we are a couple, right? Anything that bothers you, no matter how trivial or serious it is, please share it with me instead of tackling that burden on your own, ok..?”

His sharp yet beautiful eyes looked directly into your own before he leaned his forehead on your shoulder and murmured: “I know, it’s just…I’m still not used to having someone so dependable as you by my side, offering me so much support that I don’t know what to do with it.”

You giggled at his statement and kissed his head, thankful that you had more or less resolved one part of his issues, but more than anything you were happy that from now on he’d involve you more in his worries and problems.

Takao:

Everyone from Shuutoku warned you multiple times that being lovers with Takao would cause you to have severe trust issues and you didn’t believe them at first, but after a couple of weeks, you finally understood their warnings. The lively young man was surprisingly a jokester and tended to take certain things not serious enough for your preference, but since it was a part of his personality, that you’d fallen in love with, you decided to overlook it for the majority of the time.

Usually, his jokes were kinda misplaced and sometimes even more sympathy-inducing than fun, but they never failed to make you crack even the smallest of smiles. But lately, though his jokes started focusing on love and were constantly dealing with the topic of breakup or cheating and it made you quite anxious and hurt that he took these two so lightly without considering your feelings.

Day after day you put up with them until you just couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him, saying that he should just stop talking for a moment. You were so agitated that you failed to notice his taken aback expression.

“Hey (Y/N)-chan, you do know that I’m just joking, right? There’s no need for you to take it seriously!”

There he goes again with the same excuse…

The young man attempted to take your hand in his, an usual gesture he made every time he upset you, but right now this was the last thing you needed. When his slender fingers brushed yours, you slapped his hand away.

“Not this time Kazu-chan…I’m sorry” you whispered and hurried off, leaving your boyfriend behind who was blown away by your reaction.

——

A few days passed since your little outburst and you’d been avoiding Takao ever since, afraid of being confronted with what you’d told him. You felt bad of course for treating him like that, but you were just not ready to talk to him yet and needed some time to come to terms with your thoughts first.

“What’s with you two always gluing yourselves on me whenever you have some kind of problem?” asked the green-haired young man who you’d forced to stay by your side since then. You responded with a giggle and told him that thanks to his confident behavior and direct words you felt placid and could sort your thoughts in peace. He simply sighed and looked at his lucky item for today, a silver ring with a small green jewel, which he’d once again gotten from his captain, who told him that it was yet another merch of his favorite idol.

“You shouldn’t avoid Takao so much. We both know that he makes jokes to hide away his insecurities and weaknesses and what do you think might happen if he sees us right now?”

He’s…right

You bit your lower lip and slumped forward, leaning your elbows on your thighs as you nodded a couple of times. Nothing good would come out of you brooding over this on your own and having Midorima with you wouldn’t make your little “fight” with Takao just disappear. Seeing you so lost in thought, the young man behind you had an idea, one that he didn’t entirely like, but right now all he wanted was to make you feel better, so he swallowed his pride and handed you the ring.

“Take it…i-it’s not like I’m giving it to you forever s-since it’s not mine and all…b-but Oha Asa said t-that Scorpio might need some k-kind of symbol o-of…love so” he stuttered as he held out his hand, the fragile ring between his bandaged fingers. You were at a loss for words at his gesture and all you could do was whisper out his name in surprise.

“Shin-chan! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Suddenly someone took a hold of your slightly outstretched arm and tugged on it, causing you to stand up and fall against their chest. You looked at the face of the person and it was none other than Takao who was glaring at his friend through glassy eyes. As if bitten by a bug Midorima jumped up and began protecting himself, but all you could focus on was the man who had his arms wrapped tightly around your body. While the two men insulted each other and bickered you realized just how stupid this entire situation was and couldn’t help but smile.

You placed your hand on your boyfriend’s cheek and turned his head, so that he was now facing you, and kissed him, shutting both of them up almost instantly. It took the young man a shot while to return your kiss, but when he did he also took the opportunity to properly embrace you.

“I’m sorry for overreacting Kazu-chan, it’s just that I-”

“No, don’t apologize (Y/N), I know I went too far this time. You know I love you more than anything else in this world and that I’ll never think about leaving you.”

The smile that adorned your lips widened as you nodded energetically and reassured him that your love for him is also one that will most likely last forever.

While you two made up, smiling at each other, the green-haired young man looked at the ring and grinned to himself.

I knew it…Oha Asa is never wrong

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A Dragon’s Greed

pls don’t yell at me about my unfinished series. im trying. take this instead.

dragon king!bakugou X courtesan!reader

gnc reader as per the usual

Focus. You scold yourself. You're here to entertain, not to wordlessly flirt with the princess's fiance. But what can you say? You've always had a type, and barbarian warlords fell right into your favorite category. The fact that he seemed utterly entranced by you, well that wasn't your fault. Every time you turned your head over your shoulder, you caught his eyes over your half veil and he never looked away, not even for a moment.

The princess didn't seem happy about this, sat next to the king, and huffing when her attempts at catching his attention fell flat. Serves her right for always bullying you and being such a spoiled brat.

Though, to be honest you wouldn't wish marriage to Bakugou Katsuki, the King of Dragons, merciless warlord, upon anyone.

Sure he was attractive and rich, and powerful, but you'd heard horror stories of what he had done on the battlefield.

When Bakugou started looking to new lands to conquer, you country's king had offered up his daughter like a sacrificial lamb to the barbarian in order to forge a treaty and protect his people through political marriage. King Bakugou's sexual conquests were nearly as infamous as his military ones, but he had never married or officially named a consort. The princess would be the first.

The king had sent a huge wedding procession of gifts and treasures to the high court of the Badlands, and along with it the most talented entertainers and artisans they had to offer. As the most talented dancing courtesan in the capital you had no choice but to travel with the caravan, so here you were. Performing a sword dance for a bloodthirsty king who kept looking at you as if you were a meal. It was an ego boost for sure but you were also scared.

When your performance came to a close, you bowed and quickly escaped when the princess had successfully stolen Katsuki's attention. Your face was burning under your veil and you fanned yourself in the cool stone hallway to calm down. You were hoping that the king would forget about you after a few more performers. but you hadn't even been out of the main hall two minutes when a servant came to fetch you.

"His highness requests your presence."

Your blood ran cold and your gulped. Oh gods, you had offended him hadn't you? He was going to kill you, probably behead you right there in the middle of the banquet himself-

You were thinking yourself into a panic when you returned to the banquet hall, eyes downcast now. You bowed, kneeling on the ground and hands clasped in front of your bare midriff.

Faintly you heard a scoff, and then the music stopped. You felt yourself go even more still, eyes darting around to see what happened. Unable to tell, you lifted your head slightly to see the king sauntering his way towards you. He had stepped directly over the table, spilling wine all over the princess in the process.

You quickly bowed your head again and tried not to hyperventilate. You didn't want to pass out now.

Two surprisingly clean leather boots entered your vision and on instinct, you looked up. King Bakugou was even more attractive up close, obviously built for battle with strong chords of muscle littered with scars, a sharp jawline and a head of unruly blonde hair.

"Did I say you could look at me?"

"No, your majesty." you squeak and quickly look back down.

Bakugou crouches to be level with your and grips your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his scarlet gaze.

"Did I say you could look away?" he grumbles this time.

"No, your majesty." You feel conflicted, unsure if he’d be more offended if you averted your eyes or just kept looking at him.

His eyes rake over your body again before coming back to yours.

"What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Y/N. I'm a dancer in my king's court." you answer, praying your voice doesn't sound as shaky as you feel.

He doesn't say anything but lets your chin go and rises to his feet. You rub the bottom half of your face, thinking it might just bruise. Bakugou isn't done with you, though and grabs your wrist, hauling you up from the floor. "What-?" you start to ask but a red-eyed glare has you clamping your mouth shut. The barbarian king drags you with him, right up to the high table. He lifts you over the table as if you weigh nothing, and sits you down on his lap. Right next to the princess. The banquet hall continued to steep in silence until Bakugou looked up.

"Fuck are you all looking at? Get on with the feast!" he yelled, and the music and chatter started back up.

"Your majesty, shouldn't worry with commoners-" she starts and Bakugou growls, actually growls so menacingly, you feel your own blood run cold.

"If I wanted your dumbass fucking opinion, I'd ask for it. Shut the fuck up."

Once he was sure the princess was properly cowed he turned his attention back on you. The arm wrapped around your waist holding you against his was warm against your bare skin.

"Pour me some wine." He commanded and your started before shakily lifting the pitcher and pouring some into his goblet. You hadn't it off to him carefully, and he quickly knocked it back before signaling for you to pour another.

"Most king's with a lick of sense wouldn't let a treasure like you out of their sight, so what are you doing in my court?" Bakugou asks.

"His Majesty decreed that the most talented entertainers accompany Her Highness to Your Majesty's court, for you entertainment and pleasure." you answer, handing off the refilled goblet.

Bakugou snorts at your measured and obviously practiced response. You night have heard him mutter 'toothless old bastard' under his breath, but you can't be sure.

"Give me a strawberry.", he gestures at the plate of fruit no six inches from him and you barely manage not to roll your eyes. Warlord or not, royals will always be royals, you think and pick up one of the berries.

The dragon king open his mouth and allows you to place the fruit on his tongue before biting into it. His ruby red eyes don't leave yours for a second, gripping your wrist when your try to pull away. Some juice trickles down your hand, and without breaking eye contact, Bakugou laves his tongue over your skin licking up the trail of red. He eats the rest of the berry, lips catching on your fingers before the lets your hand go in favor of picking up his wine goblet again.

"My entertainment and pleasure huh? I'm entertained, but I don't know about pleased..." he says, smirking into his goblet.

"Is there anything I can do for Your Majesty?" you manage to ask, brain still reeling from the whole thing with the strawberry.

And you walk right into his trap.

"Yeah, I can think of something..." he starts before leaning closer to you.

His hat breath fans against your neck for a moment, letting your get squirmy and nervous before continuing.

"Fucking you until you cry all that pretty makeup off... Then I'd be real fucking pleased." he says with a predatory smile spreading across his face.

You squeak, face heating under your veil as you try to formulate a response. You have no idea if the princess heard but if she did-

"Y-your majesty, I don't think-" you start but Bakugou cuts you off by grinding his hips up into yours.

"Good thing you don't need to think to take my cock." he muses.

The princess, appears to have reached her limit of watching her fiance flirt with someone else right in front of her.

"Your Majesty! I understand that this is a political marriage but I will not sit here and be humiliated and witch you proposition a commoner in front of me!" she exclaims.

You're a little surprised at her outburst considering the environment, but you guessed everyone had limits.

All chatter and music in the hall ceased for the second time that night. Bakugou pulled his face out of your neck to glare at the princess.

"You can fuck off for all I care. Your side wanted the fucking treaty, I don't have a problem with saddling up and burning your shitty country to the ground tonight." Bakugou stated, his anger growing with each word.

"King Bakugou those words could be taken as an act of war. " the diplomatic envoy from your country, stands and approaches the high table.

"What the- Did you idiots forget where you are? You're in the heart of the Badlands, in the court of Katsuki Bakugo, barbarian warlord and King of Dragons. This is my fucking kingdom and I'll do what I very well fucking please. And if I want to fuck this courtesan on the table right in front of your perfect little princess, I will. " He snarls and all you can do is sit there and pray he doesn't actually follow through on that threat.

Not that you'd hate it, seeing the look on the princess's face as you got fucked by her betrothed. Hah, serves her fucking right for always being such a brat.

"But I'm not a cruel king. I'll marry this one, and you can keep your silly little treaty." Bakugou says and both the diplomat and the princess scoff.

You balk, looking up at King Bakugou in surprise. He's going to what now?

"You can't possible expect the princess to be content with being on the same level as a commoner, even as a consort-" the diplomat starts to protest, which is quickly cut off by Bakugou's harsh laugh.

"You're a country of fucking dumbasses? I'm not marrying your brat of a princess, dump her off on some other poor bastard. I'm marrying Y/N instead of her. They'll be my consort. Won't you, pretty thing?" He says, looking at your for your answer.

"Say yes, treasure. I'm rich as fuck, I could give you anything you want. If I can't buy it I can take it. There's nothing I can't do. You wouldn't lift a fucking finger with me, I can promise that." he boasts to you and you know this.

King Bakugou is an unstoppable force. You had a hard life as a commoner, as a dancer. You weren't a servant but always being at the beck and call of nobility, dancing for them until your feet bled, until you fainted from exhaustion.

You deserved to be greedy, just like the man holding you in his lap.

"Yes, I'll marry you." you answer, and Bakugou smiles wickedly.

Good, he likes greedy. It's one of his favorite traits.

He turns his head back to look at the diplomat and princess from your home country. The diplomat looks like he's sweating buckets and the princess is so angry you think she might start breathing fire.

"So, do we have an agreement? Y/N for your protection?" he asks.

"Y-yes your majesty." the diplomat stutters at the same time the princess protests.

"We do not! How dare you disrespect me so openly, you filthy little wench-" she starts, only to be silenced by the sight of Bakugou pulling his sword. He points the tip at the princess, visibly seething with rage.

"Shut your worthless fucking mouth before I shut it for you." he growls.

Fear takes over the princess' face and she stumbles back behind the diplomat.

"Oi, don't piss on my floor or anything, fucking cowards. Show some respect to my new consort. Bend the knee and I'll forget this transgression." Bakugou orders.

While not officially married yet, he's bestowed the title of consort upon you and now you outrank the princess. In fact, you outrank nearly everyone here, sans Katsuki, who is your equal. The diplomat and princess wordlessly fall into a bow, and the nobles from both courts follow suit.

"Alright that's enough groveling for now. This banquet is over, I'm retiring to my bed chambers. If you need me, don't." Bakugou gruffs and stands up, once again easily scooping you up into his arms.

"I'm going to rip this pretty little costume to shreds, and pump and heir into you tonight, goddamn it." Bakugou murmurs in your ear as he carries you though out his(your) palace.

"I like this one..." your protest weakly as he kicks a door open, throwing you onto his bed.

He grasps the waistline of your costume, easily ripping the silk to shreds with his bare hands.

"I'm buy you forty just like it, now spread your legs, Consort." he orders, licking his lips.

"I didn't get to finish my meal earlier." He hums and you squeak in anticipation.

"Cute. Let's see how many cute noises you can make, huh?"

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