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ashersanity · 5 months

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Know some people have already done this, but I just had to jump in on the train cuz I’m a sucker for yanderes, especially fem ones, like yeah, please tie me up in your fucking basement and call me your boy. I will instantly melt on the spot.

LI’s as YANDERES

asher style, of course.

you already know the drill, there’s gon be loads of cw! for this one since it’s fucking YANDERES!

content warning! dub-con at best, non-con at worst, manipulation, typical gaslighting, abusive and possessive behaviour, mentions of violence, it gets bloody too, knife play, stalking, somniphilia, y’know, all that yandere shit.

pc and LI’s are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise. still included kylar, some of these are soft and cute, some of these are just straight up gross.

this is long. i hope you like long things.. that sounded wrong.

Robin

“I-I’m your first? You saved yourself for me?? Hah, I don’t deserve something so special. Thank you..”

yandere type : two-faced, manipulative, overprotective

Doesn’t show it, trained smile on their face whenever Kylar slots in between the two of you at the cafeteria even if Robin is internally holding themselves back from reaching behind the freak and pulling you in closer instead. Just know that if you kiss Kylar in front of them in that one scene, they’re not running away in tears, they’re internally seething and rushing to the bathroom to calm themselves down unless they wanna accidentally break the loner’s face like Whitney did. (Yeah, Robin is violent under extreme circumstances. Saw that damn brothel scene? Yandere! Robin is even worse)

Gives you the impression of someone cheerful and kind, always well-intentioned since they want the best for you after all! You don’t even get to see the way their eyes flicker and narrow behind your back, holding themselves back each and every time they see you with either Whitney, Kylar or Sydney. Would absolutely lose their shit if they knew the things you do with Bailey in their office in return for an extra day before payment is due.

Breath shaky as they stare at your lips touching the cup, sipping at their homemade lemonade, not even noticing their eyes drilling a hole right into your pretty face. Quickly claims they need to go to high street to get some more ice, all the while bringing the cup you just used with them. Locking themselves in one of the stall in the changing rooms, licking and sucking at the humid lip stains you left on the glass, free hand busy between their legs.

Robin really can’t help themselves around you, sneaking into your room at night, quiet footsteps tiptoeing to your bed, watching your peaceful face, fast asleep. Trailing a finger over your lips, utterly entranced. Started with quick kiss to your neck, collarbone, lips. Now they’re touching themselves to you, hands in their pajama bottoms, soft, wet noises of the orphan‘s genitals being stroked. High confidence!Robin doesn’t hesitate to cum/messily squirt all over you, smearing the fluids across your lips before sealing it with a kiss. Makes sure to clean it up after though, can’t ruin their perfect, innocent image!

Voluntarily puts themselves in dangerous situations, wether it be through Bailey’s punishments, off to the docks or something as simple as getting picked on at the cafeteria. They know you’ll come for them, save and protect them from the danger, won’t you? You always do, you’re their savior, Robin’s protector.. And for that, they’ll never let you go.

Whitney

“..Let me remind you who fucking owns you. Cmon, I want to hear you squeal, bitch!”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, impulsive

Didn’t even mean to get that attached to you in the first place, but when they saw the way your lips would curl up into that fucking smile, chatting away with Robin at lunch or the stupid freak— Dammit, it’s like Whitney snapped, forcing you to sit at their table, comfortably seated on their lap with their cronies surrounding you. Looks like you’re eating lunch with the bully forever from now on. You don’t got a choice in the matter, slut.

Don’t even try to fight back against them too, you’ll just rile the delinquent up further, visible outline of their hard cock/wet pussy in their pants/beneath their long school skirt as you kick at their stomach, only for them to grasp at your wrists and pin you down. If you do win the fight by pure chance or strength, just know they’re running off to the bathroom to jerk/finger themselves silly, using your own blood as lube (haha, hot.) Licks away at the bloodied mess you left on their knuckles too, smearing it across their lips to savor. they do that little finger sucking thing at the end to really get all that blood inside their system.

Oh? Whitney catches one of their friend hitting you/trying to get a taste of you? They’re not the only one getting punished, you’re getting punished too, bitch. Your fault for being so tempting around others and they’ll make it your own fucking problem. Don’t even try to worm yourself out of it cuz they’ll be waiting at the school gates, dark look on their face, bloodied sneakers from dealing with that one friend that didn’t listen. Expect the roughest anal fucking of your life along with having their cock/strap-on deep down your throat. Even better if you have a dick, you’re getting both, cock/strap-on up your ass and yours in their own, milking you dry for all you’re worth.

Will force a collar around your neck along with a leash that they pull at during sex. Better than your shitty hair since it leaves bruises right on that tender skin they like to sink their fangs into, dragging you around for the whole town to see. Publicly fucks you at the park with nothing but the collar on, telling you to take it well, show everyone what a whore you are for them. Enjoys inflicting pain on you through biting, marking or spanking, relishes in the pained sounds that come out of your mouth. Loudly refers to you as their pet, wants everyone to know you personally as “Whitney’s pet” first and foremost before even knowing your damn name.

Purposely marks you in every way possible that they can think of, leaving hickeys and bite marks over your neck and thighs, making sure your collar is just a tad bit open to expose the bruised skin underneath. Shit, they’ll tattoo their goddamn name right on your chest, rough hand beneath your shirt, tracing the lettering of their own name with a satisfied smirk on their face. Now everyone will know that you belong to them, Whitney’s property, their slut.

Kylar

“M-My love! We were meant for each other all along! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!”

yandere type : obsessive, clingy, delusional

Already has a shrine ready for you, dedicated to their one and only beloved, hell, they even went to the tailor to get the perfect size for your suit/dress. How does Kylar know your exact measurements?? Um, don’t ask them! It was by pure chance, just a lucky guess, of course! Maybe they did sneak in at night through the window, somehow not encountering Robin in the middle of their weird session, gliding their small hands over your sleeping form with measuring tape ready.

Goes through your closet when you’re not at the orphanage, stealing and taking in all the underwear that they can find, even goes through the dirty laundry. Yeah, your fucking dirty laundry, making sure they got everything. Now they have your own personal scent with them 24/7, rubbing the fabric of your undergarments against their sex, melding your fluids together, spits right in the middle where it connects with your crotch. Slips it inside your closet once more, hard erection/moistened cunt in their pants/skirt once they force you to wear it, their saliva touching your genitals.

Just as Whitney likes to mark their property, so does Kylar, tracing the silver over your tender flesh, ready to sink in and draw blood, carve their name right where it should be. Maybe they do it while you’re sleeping even! Awakening to a nice, old surprise of your beloved darling’s name etched into your skin, dry blood cleanly licked away, lapped up by the loner’s tongue. Now, no pervert or whore shall try a thing unless you want a dead corpse at your feet, Kylar’s proud smile and expectant gaze on you. Like a cat that killed its prey for its master.

Why did you wake up all sweaty and warm..? Um, don’t ask Kylar, they wouldn’t know! Not like they slip in beneath the covers with you at night, lowering themselves down to your hips before pulling down the waistband of your pajamas unless you’re sleeping naked? In this town? Either way, they’re burying their face in your crotch, messily slurping and sucking away at your genitals, relishing in the taste of your flesh in their mouth. Does a show of swallowing it all, moving their pink tongue across your parted lips and slipping in.

Remember how you sent them to prison? Yeah? Thought it was over and everything, huh? Kylar now forever gone from your life, not having to deal with that persistent freak anymore, that was the plan.. Obviously fucking not, a disheveled looking Kylar breaking into your room in the middle of the night, still in their prison uniform, dark fringe over their eyes, unable to hide the maddened lust in them. Idiot, you really thought you could get rid of them?? No, of course not! Kylar is here to stay, stay forever and they’ll make sure you know you’re theirs, fucking your face into the mattress with their fat cock/strap-on, imprinting themselves into your skin. You’re theirs now. Forever.

Pure Sydney

“We.. we did it.. I’m so happy.. This means we’re bound together forever from now on.. right?”

yandere type : harmless?, worshipping, overprotective

Harmless? Well, not exactly, Sydney doesn’t even know themselves about their own behaviour, eyes framed behind glasses, always glancing back at the library entrance and waiting for your arrival. After all, they love to see your face in the morning, it brightens up their day, puts a smile on their face, humming a tune to themselves. Maybe they do clutch at the pages of the book they’re holding a little too hard if they see you sit at Kylar’s table instead.. Sinking feeling in their pit of the stomach, clenching teeth. Snaps out of it, confused as to why.

Solely believes that you’re an angel, someone gifted by God, fallen from heaven. You’re perfect after all! Devoid of flaws and if there are some, they’re unable to see it, lovingly gazing at your praying face at the temple in a tender manner. If someone proves otherwise, like those filthy edited pictures they find of you sometimes, they brush it off, it can’t be true. You’re perfect. Utterly perfect, only deserving of the purest of people and Sydney is ready to fill that role, they’re the only ones worthy of it after all!

Absolutely snaps if they ever see a temple initiate or nun’s wandering hand reaching for your behind, smacks it away, red in the face. Now they’re creating a scene right in front of you, shouting and reprimanding the other for that, but no, it isn’t enough for Sydney, honestly. Willing to lie if it’s for you, obviously you didn’t ask for it, you never did, though they’re still going to Jordan, demanding punishment on the filthy sinner for having laid their hands on you. No sick bastard or bitch should ever look your way, only Sydney.

Asks a few too many questions to Sirris about you, the science teacher already picking up on their little crush, teasing poor little Syd about it and they’re blushing furiously now, completely denying it. God, they really should’ve never brought it up, yet they can’t help themselves, constantly asking about you to their parent, wondering how you’re doing in class.. Are there any students harassing you..? In the library? In the hallways? Has Whitney set their sights on you? Don’t worry, Sydney will take care of them. just involves them tattle-telling to Leighton pft

Maybe they do let you quietly drag them to the prayer room, knowing they shouldn’t, but it’s you, you that they can’t deny, never could. Maybe they do reciprocate the kiss, amber eyes fluttering shut, arms keeping you in their grasp. This must be a dream, must be and it isn’t. Pasts the point of no return, breaking their chasity vow for you and you only. Is exhilarated once they find out that you were also a virgin, meaning you both shared this special moment together with them. Now you’re bound to each other! As one.

Corrupted Sydney

“You did it. You defiled me at last. We belong to each other, now and forever!”

yandere type : worshipping, manipulative, overprotective

Much more self-aware in their behaviour now that you’ve opened up their eyes to sin and lust, and y’know what? Do they feel shameful? Absolutely not, they’re not praying to damn anything, not begging for salvation because it’s only right for a lover to be protective over their darling, hm? At least, they use that as an excuse to mark your skin as theirs, purposely leaving their name or cheesy pet names on your forearms or neck, rolled up sleeve or unbuttoned collar to show off their masterpiece to other students.

A lot more assertive and teasing with Kylar. Their childhood friend wants to play that game? Sure, they can do the same, casually swinging an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in closer. Watching on with a smirk on their face as the loner silently seethes into their seat, shooting them a cold glare. Sydney’s obviously undeterred, even going so far as to pull you into a kiss right in front of the other. Yeah, they’re fucking petty like that, eyeing up the freak’s expression as it slowly morphs from one of disbelief to horror. Doesn’t even feel bad if Kylar scurries away in tears, you’re theirs after all, aren’t you? It’s only their right to prove it so.

Amber eyes darkening as they see you with a customer at the sex shop, shamelessly flirting with you at the counter. Quickly pulls you aside, calling out to their parent that you and them are taking a short break. The short break? Involves punishment and marking, if that pesky shit doesn’t understand that you belong to Sydney then they’ll make sure to be more direct about it, tying you up, ball gag in your mouth, uselessly drooling away. Now you’re bent over on their lap, spanking your reddened bum, each slap for every pervert that eyed you up at work. Makes sure you’re left to limp back at the counter, ass stinging and burning, hoping you learnt your lesson.

By god, do not ever break your vow and let the temple find out, Sydney will know, will know that it’s not them. The temple’s punishment on its own won’t be enough, no, they’re also personally making sure you’re never touched by anyone else, but them ever again. Face pressed up against the wooden wall, forced in this uncomfortable position in the tight confines of the confessionary, hissed breath telling you to shut up while they fuck you with their cock/strap-on or riding your cock. Genuinely wants to hear a few slip ups on your part, clueless initiate coming in to confess their sins, a grin across Sydney’s pretty features as they listen to your hitched breaths, struggling to speak.

That one scene where they’re slowly trailing their red marker up your arm, pausing upon seeing Whitney’s tattoo on your shoulder, simply frowning and turning away. Yeah? Yandere! Sydney isn’t just frowning, no, they’re fucking pissed, a scowl creeping up to their face, asking you what the fuck that’s doing there. Stuttering back a reply, unsure how to respond to that. How exactly are you supposed to explain your bully’s name permanently etched into your flesh? Palm placed on your head, pushing you down, making sure the librarian isn’t nearby to see. Now you better be begging for forgiveness on your knees, mouth busy pleasuring their sex with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over your flushed cheeks. Filthy sinner, this will be the only time Sydney’s ever visiting Harper for a tattoo removal.

Masterlist

Now I wanna see Yandere! Whitney vs Yan! C!Syd.

Who wins? My bets are on Syd because I fucking said so. The bully would be way too hot-headed, gets provoked too easily whereas the other is able to keep their cool, a bit more than Whitney. Plus Syd has the advantage of being a shameless masochist, would probably be moaning if they get punched, catching the delinquent off guard.

Coming up next, Yandere! Whitney specifically.

yandere! whitney

yandere! harper

yandere! bailey

yandere! shady bastards

yandere! remy

also thanks to @saint700 for the whitney line, it goes hard, hard like my c—

[END OF POST]

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Soft, romantic and drunk bf Yoongi waking you up by going down on you when he gets in late after a night of drink (with OT7/ after suchwita/ whatever) in which he could not stop thinking about you and your pussy.

I can even give inspo: tu mbl r.co m/poutyniall/714256286018142208/tongue-technology

yeah hey hi hello thanks for sending this. after only receiving PG requests this really sent me into a spiral.

crescendo

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used, but gendered terms are used for genitalia) genre: established relationship au; smut, fluff warnings: alcohol, swearing, yoongi is tipsy and just a horny pining disaster, previously discussed and consenting somnophilia, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k listen to: middle of the night by elley duhé

Amongst his group of friends, Yoongi is the only one who gets like this when he’s drunk.

Some people regress and act half their age (Seokjn). Some people are overly-affectionate and stumble over compliments (Jimin). Some people try to pick philosophical debates over the point at which bread ceases to be bread and becomes toast (Namjoon). Some people bypass the philosophical entirely and go straight to the conspiratorial (Taehyung). Some people take one sip and slump over in the booth, moaning that they’re half-dead (Hoseok). Finally, some people don’t even bother to show up, because they’re too busy staying home and playing Overwatch to check their texts (Jungkook).

Yoongi, though—Yoongi gets horny.

The kind of horny that has him looking away each time someone’s tongue darts out to catch a stray drop of alcohol. The kind of horny that has him doing complex mathematical equations in his head to determine if he could conceivably lock himself in a bathroom stall and get it out of his system before anyone becomes suspicious. The kind of horny that has him sending you half-legible text messages under the table, detailing every dirty thing he wants to do to you, despite the fact you told him hours ago you were going to shower and go to sleep.

Fuck. He needs to get out of here.

“Aw, look at Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teases, and everyone except Hoseok creates a chorus of laughter. Yoongi’s cheeks burn, made worse by the garish yellow-red lights of this bar. “I can’t decide if I should be jealous or concerned.”

Namjoon scoffs. “Why would you be concerned, Jimin-ah? Sex is a normal, beautiful thing, and it’s absolute bullshit that people use it as a point of shame—”

“Yeah, okay, that’s my cue,” Seokjin says around a fake gag. “Who had the tab tonight? Just send me a request—”

“You had the tab, you fucker—”

Seokjin hears none of it. Just says, “Mm, bye,” and then he’s gone. Which is Yoongi’s cue too, because he’s the second-oldest and therefore second in command, and the rest of them won’t even hesitate to stick him with the bill because it happens every single time it’s Seokjin’s turn to pay.

So he lies. Says, “Hyung will pay it in a minute. Gotta piss first,” and stumbles out the back.

He’ll hear about it later, if not from his four dongsaengs then certainly his ancestors, but he needs to be home. Needs to feel you spread out beneath him—your sleep-warmed skin, still soft from your shower, the scent of your body wash stubbornly clinging on. Needs to press his lips to every inch of it. Needs the smell and taste of you overwhelming him. Needs to hear all those little sounds you make.

The longer this taxi ride drags on, the more paranoid he becomes. Can the driver tell how fucked up he is in his backseat? Can he see the way Yoongi’s fingers are gripping the worn leather? How desperately he’s trying to keep quiet every time something explicit plays in his memory? He’d understand, Yoongi thinks; he’d understand if he knew you, saw you. He wouldn’t be able to blame Yoongi at all.

Seoul passes by in a blur, all neon reds and blues and whites. Everything is still so alive, even at this god-forsaken hour, and it makes him dizzy. Has his head spinning. He’s drunk and he’s horny and he just wants to be next to you.

Somehow, he manages to dig his phone out of his pocket despite how tight they’ve grown over the last hour. Goes straight to his texts, pointedly ignores all the ones in the groupchat yelling at him and Seokjin, and presses on your name. He’s less drunk now than he was before, but the messages still don’t make sense. Yoongi groans, throws his head back against the seat. Next time he’s just going to skip the bullshit and send you pictures. No use speaking in tongues when hieroglyphics could work much better.

The next five minutes play out like this: the taxi stops outside your building, Yoongi hands over a stack of money that’s undoubtedly too thick, he stumbles up the steps two at a time, so close yet still too far away.

And then there’s the door.

“This okay, baby?”

A nip of teeth at the junction of your thigh. Hands gripping at your waist, fingers dimpling your skin. Warm breath ghosting over your wet cunt. Yoongi’s head between your thighs as he kneels on the bed. You’re unsure if you’re conscious or not, but as you tangle your hands in Yoongi’s soft hair, you decide it doesn’t matter.

So you nod, angle your hips closer to Yoongi’s face. A whisper-soft gasp when he presses a kiss to your thigh, one to your clit; a strangled moan when you feel him smile against you before flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans, doing it again, pulling away only long enough to say, “thought about this pussy all fucking night. You taste so good.”

Yoongi indulges in your body the way other people indulge in vices: incessantly, obsessively. But you aren’t a vice, are you? You’re not something to be ashamed of; not something wicked. As Yoongi continues working you over with his mouth, so sloppy and overeager you can feel it dampening the sheets beneath you, it feels like reverence.

It isn’t long before the heat starts simmering in your belly. Not long before everything starts feeling overwhelming; before your visions starts blurring at the edges. “Yoong, I’m—”

He hums against your core. Sucks hard once at your clit, and then you’re tumbling over the edge. “Goddamn, I love you,” Yoongi says into your skin. “That’s it, give it to me, baby, I love you.”

It feels predestined.

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inklore · 7 months

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• “if you keep looking at me like that, i'm not responsible for what happens next." For Jordan (genV)

KEEP FOCUSED.

pairing: jordan li x (f)reader

contents: established relationship, insinuated-ish smut, you can imagine whichever presenting gender but i had their fem form in mind | wc: 703

The plan was to study.

“Strength isn’t the only thing you need; you need intelligence. Knowledge.” Brink had said. Had made it more than clear that rankings got you somewhere, but for those who didn’t make it to the seven, passing a test was dire.

Hence, studying was important.

Even if one of you ended up watching over some city, you couldn’t do that with powers alone. Not all the time.

No matter how much you hated studying, no matter how many times the two of you vouched to study, that’s all, and it heading south within the first hour.

The two of you had made it two hours now, passing index cards back and forth to write, cross stuff out, add things, and prepare to quiz each other later. It was a new record, really.

For how long neither of you made a move.

With the restraint you showed each time their fingers brushed against yours when passing the cards to and fro. It was a superpower in its own how you’d strained your eyes to focus on the book in your lap and the laptop at your hip resting on their bed, where the two of you were perched.

Your bottom lip indented by your teeth, showing how hard restraint was. How your top teeth sunk into the flesh of your lip every time you looked up from your textbook to stare at them. To watch them twiddle the pen in their fingers or press the nail of their thumb against their mouth in deep thought.

And that fucking gray shirt. The shirt that had no sleeves, no sides. The one that gave you the perfect view of their chest when they turned and leaned over the bed to grab their drink off their nightstand.

The hard swallow that physically ached your throat from stopping yourself from tossing your books to the side, climbing on top of them, and pressing your mouth to the flesh peeking out of it.

You wonder if they wore it on purpose. As a tease. To distract you from the task at hand, a little jest they could poke at you later when one of you passed the test and the other just barely made it.

It makes you want them more.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not responsible for what happens next."

Their voice cuts through the cloud of arousal fogging up your brain, your eyes sweeping up to their smirking face.

“You mean you’re not responsible for my failing grade? Don’t think Brink will understand that I couldn’t study because I was too busy thinking about making you come?”

You can see the weight of their swallow, the glint of fire in their eyes when they let out a breathy chuckle and lock eyes with you.

“Get a passing grade, and I’ll let you make me come as much as you want.” They retort, amusement on their face.

You can’t help your own look of amusement—a smirk pulling the corners of your lips—as you put the index cards into the spine of the book to hold your place when you close it and push it off your lap to do the same with the book in theirs. Your palms pressed into the mattress between their slightly parted legs, putting your face inches from theirs as you lean into their space.

“We both know I suck at tests,” you let your fingers walk slowly up their thigh, elation shooting through you when you see their body lean more into your touch on instinct. “But I’m very good at making you come. So, maybe we should just stick with what I’m good at.”

And when you press your mouth to theirs, leaving a trail of kisses and bites to their neck, all ideas of studying are out the window, and their back is pressed back against the pillows, pulling you on top of them.

“If you fail this test, I’m not letting you put your mouth on me for a week,” they say into your mouth. A gasp followed behind it as your hand moves to the part of their body that’s begging for you. “A couple days at least,” they moan.

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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Second Son (I) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

Part II / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant, cursing, Kreacher is a little shit

Following the sudden death of Cedric Diggory months before, the magical world flipped on its nose. The Daily Prophet pumped out towers of articles denouncing The Boy Who Lived, dubbing Harry as The Boy Who Lied.

Clever. Seriously, people actually subscribe to read that shit?

Surprisingly, Dumbledore forbid any form of contact with Harry during the summer--Hermione and Ron threw quite the fit after receiving the news. The most unsurprising reaction came from the ex-convict himself, Sirius Black.

Azkaban somehow became even less appealing after having to sit through his meltdown at the dinner table.

Who knew dementors could twist your spirit so far as to make petulant meltdowns a regular occurrence.

If his word was anything to go by, he got the better end of the deal compared to his murderous, psychopathic cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Entirely reassuring.

The inability to rant to Harry via letters, deal with Ron's whining, engage Hermione in her tangents, or sit around Sirius left you with no choice but to venture around on your own.

There was virtually no chance of running into anybody but the twins (who seriously needed their apparating privileges revoked) on your little escapade.

The hallways were dusty and suffocating from the sheer amount of unkempt gothic vintage furniture lining the perimeter. While an uncanny atmosphere of suffering blanketed every centimeter of the walls.

Wandering aimlessly, a sudden pulse of magic combined with your reckless compulsion steers your attention towards a tall, black door. The crystal door knob was dull in the dim light, the keyhole and backing rusting with age.

Clearly, no one has gone into the room in years--decades, even.

The room was located on the third floor of the house, far away from the bedrooms the Weasleys were sleeping in and even farther away from the restless master of the house (who was pacing like a maniac in the kitchen for the nth hour straight).

What's the worse that can happen?

Famous last words (Harry's impulsivity was definitely rubbing off on you).

The door put up quite a fight when you tried to twist the knob, creaking in protest before finally giving way as you pushed with your entire body.

You stumbled in, nearly choking on the cloud of dust that danced up into the air with your ever so graceful entrance. Taking a look around, you came to one conclusion.

The room was utterly boring.

Boxes lined nearly every inch of the floor, the wallpaper peeling and dragging down the walls, and the small window across the room was clouded by dirt. A lone ray of light illuminated a small black dresser table against the wall. Curiously, you carefully weaved around the boxes on the floor and padded towards the dresser.

Just as you reached to pull one of the drawers open, an unsettling prickle ran down your spine. Instinctively grasping at your wand, you spun around only to be met with the opposite wall and more dust.

Quickly scanning the room again, your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with a pair of narrowed ones.

It was a bloody portrait.

“Who are you? Who let you in here?”

The boy in the painting seemed only a few years older than you with pin-straight posture and sharp features to match. His voice echoed with firmness, a voice that seemed used to commanding respect and attention.

But Merlin and Morgana…he was divine. So divine that even Draco Malfoy would lose his composure if someone this attractive showed up at Hogwarts.

“No one...I'm no one. Who are you? You look…er-familiar.”

Your last words came out as more of a question as you slowly drank up every detail of his features.

The boy’s eyes narrowed further into a glare, seemingly starting to become irate with your dodgy answer. Before he could retort, a familiar pop sounded through the room and before you could even comprehend what was happening, a familiar house elf was barreling through the boxes and dropping in front of the portrait.

“Master Regulus! Kreacher has failed you! Disgraceful Master Sirius has stolen everything! Oh my poor Mistress!”

The boy seemed taken aback by the sudden intrusion and the rather emotional outburst from Kreacher.

Seriously, could portraits take that many steps back?

Watching for a few more moments with wide eyes, it seemed that nothing the boy was saying was registering to the inconsolable elf.

Going to give the elf and Regulus some privacy, you scampered away and closed the door with much effort and an audible huff.

As you started walking away, a sudden bang nearly snatched your soul out of your body. Spinning around, confusion washed over you as Kreacher struggled to clamber off of the worn carpet, a disgruntled noise echoing around the hall.

Kreacher had just flew into the wall. Did the elf lose some screws and try to become a part of the bloody wallpaper?

“Kreacher? What happened?!”

Before the snippy elf could reply, loud footsteps pounded nearby and a disheveled Sirius bounded up from the staircase, shooting a look of mixed disbelief and contempt at his elf.

“What the hell?! Kreacher what are you doing?! You can’t just leave when I’m telling you to do something!”

Feeling, again, like an intruder to a conversation, you shuffled against the wall and towards the stairs as the house elf snarled at the older man, briefly eyeing you with confusion. Raising your eyebrows, you watch as the elf shoots glances behind him towards the room before popping away from a screaming Sirius.

Rolling your eyes, you say a silent farewell to the mysterious room only to notice the door was no longer there. The area where the door should have been was replaced with nothing more than peeling wall and a dusty wall lamp.

Did you just hallucinate the last 10 minutes of your life?

Apparently not. A few days had passed since your strange encounter with Regulus Black in the disappearing storage room, and you had somehow gained the undivided attention of Kreacher.

It seemed the barmy elf held some newfound admiration for you since you somehow reunited him with the young master he actually liked.

You were nose-deep in a book about Ancient Property Magic from the Black Library when the elf hesitantly approached you.

"Kreacher has a question for the young blood-traitor."

What a punk.

Placing the book off to the side, you rub the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

How did Hermione go on for hours reading in these conditions?

All the words were blending together and your eyes stung from all the damn dust in the house.

"Hello Kreacher. What do you need?"

"How did the young blood-traitor find Master Regulus? Kreacher doesn't know how Master Regulus is here...Kreacher has failed...Master Sirius is a lawless traitor undeserving--"

"Woah! Okay...while I am not too sure about how exactly I found that room. I suppose it is a good thing you have such er--apprehensions about Sirius. I don't think he would appreciate me breaking into one of the rooms here."

Which was entirely true.

Sirius was off his rocker. The combination of being away from his godson, listening to his mother screech every morning, and having to deal with Molly fussing over everyone was working him up the wall.

You felt almost bad for not telling Sirius about Regulus, but he had plenty on his plate and it felt nice to have something to yourself--your own little summer secret.

Granted, it was more accurate to describe it as a dead-pureblood-heir summer quest. Though, not as weird as giving a troll brain damage in your first year at Hogwarts.

Suddenly, you had a great idea.

"Hey Kreacher, want to go exploring with me?"

The house elf was skeptical for most of your trek upstairs, and he looked positively gleeful when you managed to somehow summon the secret door.

Apparently, Kreacher was magically expelled from the room the moment you left. So you were somehow the key to accessing the missing Young Master.

Before you could even caution the elf or come up with a speech for Regulus, the little thing was already flying for the door knob.

"You are back."

Regulus looked all but the same, except more tired than suspicious this time around.

"Yes. I hope you don't mind that I'm here. I have brought Kreacher as an olive branch to show that I am of no threat."

The boy's eyes flicker towards the unusually silent elf, and then pierces you again. Something akin to amusement danced in his eyes and you were almost offended.

You were no Harry Potter, but you weren't magically inept.

"Answer my question from last time. Who are you?"

"My name is Y/N. I don't know how or why this room exists, and it doesn't seem like Sirius has any knowledge of it. But from the looks of it, I'm the only one who can find this room."

"Sirius? He is alive then?"

Your lip quirks at the remark and you turn your gaze to the ceiling, "Yes, but he isn't quite himself".

"What?"

"Azkaban tends to have that effect."

"What?"

"You've missed a lot, Regulus. Like a lot. You're different from what I've heard though, pleasantly so. After all you haven't called me a foul, loathsome blood traitor. Nor have you tried to preach blood purity to me yet."

Regulus considers you for a few moments, eyes imperceptibly running over your expression. It is only for the briefest moment that you see something comparable to respect shine in his eyes.

Kreacher shifts uncomfortably and looked ready to butthead you, but Regulus interrupts the sudden blanket of silence.

"Kreacher, could you give us some privacy?"

The elf looked ready to vehemently protest in a manner similar to how he denies Sirius, but seemed to remember that he actually gave a flying handle about Regulus‘ opinion of him.

"If you wish, Master Regulus. Kreacher will be outside."

The elf pops away and you turn to maintain steady eye contact with the boy, becoming more intrigued with every passing second.

"You are right. I haven't tried to indoctrinate you or denounce your beliefs. I have been here for a long blur of time. I have had the space to formulate my own thoughts and opinions."

"Oh? A death eater finding salvation and seeing the light. Of course it'd be a feat only achievable through death."

"You speak as though we--they are still at large. Are there still death eaters around?" The disbelief flickering across his face spurred you to entertain him with an answer despite your former apprehension towards him.

"Yes. Many are well and alive. Lucius Malfoy prides himself in being able to circumvent the law and maintain his job in the Ministry despite his allegiance to the Dark Lord. Not that it will do him any good. From what I can deduce, the Dark Lord is not very forgiving."

Regulus looks like he's been suckerpunched in the gut, grimacing at every word that passes through your lips.

"You are right. Lucius will be punished for his treachery. I had hoped that the world would be rid of the Dark Lord after my death."

Confusion passes through you in waves as an indecipherable emotion mars his face.

So he wasn't a valiant supporter of the Dark Lord? Then it would seem the rumors that he was killed by the Dark Lord or his followers have some credibility.

"Well, the Dark Lord was gone, so to speak, for a while at least. It is only as of a few months ago did he come back in full form."

"I see."

"You don't seem surprised. Well, he killed one of my friends and traumatized my best friend so I hope you'll give me permission to wring his neck."

"You're quite vulgar."

"I am a saint compared to your brother, and my vulgarity is very much justified."

Regulus hums in understanding and you could almost see a miniscule smile stretching at his lips.

"Well, for your sake, I hope you never have to come face to face with the Dark Lord."

"I don't have much of a choice, he's been trying to eviscerate my friends and I since we were 11."

"Ah...well it would appear that you are to join me in the afterlife soon then."

"You'd like that wouldn't you? But I have no plans on dying anytime soon."

"Shame."

"Sod off. You're fine on your own...right?"

Dumb question, the man is literally stuck inside a painting in an abandoned secret room.

"It does get a bit lonely. But it is only the punishment for my sins."

"Well, I think you're quite swell. So don't worry, I have the whole entire summer to bother you. Think of it as an added layer of punishment."

"If you insist." His words conveyed exasperation, but the boyish smile that lit up his face told you a completely different story.

You couldn't help but admire his expression, committing it to memory because you were sure that his smiles were a rarity.

Pretty.

Wow. You were absolutely screwed.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #regulus black fluff #regulus x reader #regulus black scenario #regulus black deserved better #harry potter series #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #regulus black fanfiction #the noble house of black #sirius black #hermione granger #ronald weasley

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ataleofcrowns · 2 years

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New Chapter Released!

Hello again! Hope your summer has gone well 🌻

I know I said the public release would be September 19th, but technically it's already the 19th in my timezone so I thought, why not drop it at midnight?

With the public release of this new chapter we’re diving into courtly intrigue as the Crown becomes accustomed to their new day-to-day life:

Meeting the Imperial Court, as well as the different factions and political agendas at play

Choices that will influence the Crown’s reputation, and one that may even be locked off depending on previous decisions made. Did you prioritize the public, or forget about them among all the commotion?

Variants of how your chosen love interest will react to your Crown, depending on previous relationship choices your Crown has made. Do you have a low relationship, or a high one?

Two branching routes that each have three different variants depending on what your Crown chose with regards to security and safety. Will you get the best outcome and save lives, or the worst outcome and see casualties? Perhaps somewhere in between?

The love interests are also on the move, some of them quite literally...

A few additional changes made to the game overall:

Note the updated content warnings!

Changed the name mentioned by Mîr Lîlan during A's Chapter 7 romance scene, if you choose to eavesdrop on them. I won't mention it here to avoid potential spoilers.

Due to issues on mobile and the itch.io app, renaming your saves manually will no longer be possible if you use the in-game save menu. The game will automatically save with your Crown's name, the chapter you're on and the LI route you're on if applicable.

Existing saves may show "CH0" if you load one up that was made in the middle of a chapter, but once you pass through the start of a new chapter, it should correct itself. In other words, it’s not a bug!

Of course, it’s still possible to rename your saves if you Save To Disk, which is what I always recommend over using the in-game save menu.

Thank you for all your patience and support, I hope you enjoy the new chapter with the nearing end of this summer 💖

For those that are unfamiliar with the game

A Tale of Crowns is a high fantasy romance story, told in the form of a text-based interactive novel with choice mechanics. The setting is inspired by Kurdish culture as well as other historical settings in the Middle East such as Ancient Persia, but it also draws heavily from other cultures and countries in the region.

Your character is native to Arsur, a vast empire overseen by a single ruler known as the Crown. Unlike traditional monarchies, however, the title is not inherited through blood. Whenever the Crown dies, their famed golden eyes pass on to the one chosen by the Spirits of this world to be the new Crown. In this story, your MC takes on that role.

There are four different love interests to choose from, whose genders will be customized to suit the preferences of your Crown. You can find more info about them on the blog page!

Also note that this current version of the game is safe for those 16 years and older.

Like the premise so far? Play it and give it a try! The entire game is free!

If you enjoyed the game, please reblog! Share it with your friends! Recognition and reader interaction is just about the only thing I get in return for creating it ❤️

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 2 years

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You asked for a the grabber request and you gonna have it >:) GN reader who was really close on successfully escaping but the grabber was chasing them around the house and right when they were going to the front door Max walks in and he gets confused as why there's is a stranger in the house and the grabber tells him they're his "partner" (big lies lol) and now reader has to pretend to be the grabber's "partner" for the sake of their survival?

Oh I LOVE this!! You're speaking my language there anon 😍

The Grabber Imagine: Being forced to pretend to be his partner

Content/Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Fake Relationship, Kidnapping, Knife on readers throat, Pet names, SEXUAL TENSION, Also size kink vibes asdfh

You were the first to break the pattern, the first adult to be taken away by the notorious kidnapper and presumed Serial Killer they called 'The Grabber'. He had installed an everlasting fear in a community that used to be lively and peaceful, and now that you were gone as well nobody would feel safe anymore. Not even the adults.

You weren't there for long yet, or maybe you were and you haven't noticed, but but the Grabber hasn't yet made it clear what he was planning on doing with you, but sometimes you would wake up and he would be watching you. He would be observing you in the only way your behavior would remain natural in his presence– unconscious.

But eventually you saw an opening, you saw a chance to escape that wasn't just posing to be an opportunity when it was most likely a trap. Because he did this before, he wouldn't just forget to lock the door on you.

This time however.. felt like a real mistake of his, and you wouldn't let that one pass. So you ran, feeling, no hoping that he might not notice but then he jumped around the corner and you ran right into the tall mans chest, looking up to see the devilish smirking mask and eyes that were widened in predatory excitement over your disobedience, even if it wasn't expected.

You squeaked like a mouse when he wrapped his arms tightly around your smaller form, trapping you against him as you struggled to free yourself- unsuccessfully, until you decided to crouch down and slip out from below, holding onto the fabric of his pants for a moment as to not loose balance- then you bucked it and ran the other way.

He was surprised for a moment when you crouched down and actually freed yourself, and.. stunned by how it felt when you clung to his pants for that brief second. He exhaled with a laugh- and chased after you.

"Oh darling, go fast or I'll catch up soon!" He called after you in a sing song voice, running after you quickly as you tried out the lock on the door- almost, almost!!

He caught up to you, approaching you when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye through the window- his brother was coming home! For fucks sake.. he growled, reluctantly taking off his mask and quickly coming up behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, grabbing a knife from the drawer to hold it against your neck. That made you stop it your tracks, inhaling quickly you felt his broad chest on your back as he leaned down to speak into your ear.

"Now, you're gonna behave and do what I say or I'll cut open that pretty throat of yours alright? My brother is going to come in any second, you're gonna make him believe we're together or there will be consequences." He growled, letting the tension show that he was feeling as well facing a possible exposure to his brother.

You nodded quickly, and he put back the knife, spinning you around to look at him, for the first time umasked. He had a sharp edged face and now that they weren't framed by the mask you were met with blue eyes. For a moment you just stared, you couldn't help it.

It was when the door opened that you looked away and saw his younger brother stopping in his tracks as well-

"Ugh.. Hi! Hello, who are you?" He asked, blinking at you and his brother so closely to each other. The Grabber let you go, but not without squeezing your hips as a warning.

"A-Ah hello, I don't know if he told you.. about.. us, but we're together. I'm Y/n."

Could you talk your way out of here? Pretending you needed something outside? No- he would insist on getting it for you and then punish you for this attempt when he came back.

Your gaze switched between you and the open door, his brother closed it and put down the groceries.

"I See! Well I'm Max, are you staying for the night? I'll make enough for all of us then.." He reached a hand into the grocery bag. Then you had an idea- "No, let me cook for you! You just came home from shopping, you are tired for sure. See it as a way to make up for all the time I'll be spending here."

Max beamed at you, then at his brother. "Oh that's amazing, I'll take you up on that offer! Just.." He gestured to the kitchen, "Make yourself at home!" He pat his brother on the shoulder before going to the next room, seemingly very satisfied with his choice of an significant other.

The Grabber locked the door again, making eye contact with you. There was no way out, you would play that role until his brother was gone again. And until then you were not only safe, you also had room for opportunities.

"Be careful love" He said, and grabbed your face firmly, "I don't want you to hurt yourself hmm?" He ran his large thumb over your bottom lip, slightly dipping it before letting go again.

"I'll be in the next room for a while."

You were alone, not for long, but you were alone closer to the exit than you've ever been. But he was probably still close by, still very alert. You couldn't just go right away.

So you started cooking.

It was dark outside by the time the kitchen filled with a delicious smell, one that made you want to dig in right away after the little food he had given you in the past few days.

Your gaze dropped to the knife on the counter that you used to cut up the vegetables, it glistened in the dim light of the kitchen. You took it and slowly slid it down your pants- that was it what you were waiting for all evening. He dropped by ever so often to look after you, but the last few times took longer so now you saw your chance to hide in on your body.

Once you were down there again you would strike when he didn't expect it.

"That smells delicious." His voice made you jump, but you tried to keep busy with the food on the stove to make him unaware of what you just did.

he came up behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he gazed over your shoulder. You could smell his musk, feel how much space his large hands took over on you. You felt yourself getting goosebumps, gripping the spoon in your hand a little tighter.

"T..Thank you." You mumbled an answer.

Then his hand slid over your belly, making you gasp in surprise. You could see your reflection in the kitchen window behind a darkened street, saw how he towered over you from behind. Then his fingers slightly dipped under the hem of your pants, making you push your body back a little in response. Your backside was met with his front, which made him groan darkly. Your cheeks reddened but your palms were cold in fear.

"Is that a knife or are you just excited to see me darling?" He chuckled lowly. Fuck- he knew.

His warm fingertips were slightly above your underwear, touching skin, before he grabbed the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out.

"Tsk tsk tsk.." he let go of you and dropped it in the sink.

"Max! Come over, dinner is ready." At that moment the timer rang, and you turned off the stove. You served dinner, and all of you sat down to eat. That was probably the only moment in this god forsaken house that you didn't feel any fear or tension, you just dug into the food that you craved to have so much in the last few days down there.

Max complimented your cooking, the Grabber put the fork in his mouth and added a moment later "You do have a lot more than the eye meets dear." He impaled another vegetable with his cutlery, "You should do this more often."

Eventually it was time for Max to go, and for the presumably last time you saw that exit open again as he left.

Now you were left alone with the Grabber again.

He was still sat in his chair, and gestured at you to come over. You did so, knowing that making it for the unlocked door in thus proximity to him would not end successfully.

He seemed pleased when you instead followed his order, and eyed you with a tilted head. "You were good for me this evening, mostly at least."

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. His arm came around your back to hold you while his other hand still held your wrist in the air.

"I am going to keep you. I like you better up here with me." He smirked darkly at you, resembling that devilish mask.

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If you like this content please let me know so I'll write more of it!!

I'm not gonna get any motivation from silence in my comment and ask box y'know

#the grabber x reader

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blasphemecel · 4 months

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Shidou Ryuusei — Like Teeth

PAIRING: Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 3.6k TYPE: Humor, Feelings realization, idfk what this even is but i threw in some surprise fluff at the end WARNING(S): Nsfw jokes but cmon it's shidou you gotta forgive me for finding sex funny this once, play-fighting that doesn't seem very playful, canon-typical mental illness, canon-typical unnecessary dramatics, canon-typical overly intense soccer rivalry NOTE: Reader is a part of the blue lock project but no concrete gender identity or pronouns are specified

It starts like this:

After the freaky nerd from the ceremony whose name you hadn’t bothered remembering finishes with his instructions about this game of tag you’re supposed to be playing, the biggest asshole in the room immediately targets you once he realizes you’re the one with the highest number on your jersey. You trap the ball with ease and then kick it straight into his face with as much power as you can muster, knocking him out, the force sending him reeling.

While the timer continues ticking, no one dares to make a move or even exhale too loudly in your presence, scared you might take their bodily functions as a challenge to your authority. Like every opponent before, they’ve submitted to you.

You stare at the ceiling, your lips set in a tight line, the despair settling in. Just this once, you want to meet someone who can excite you, and you’d hoped this ridiculous place could help.

___

As the top scorer of your pathetic excuse for a team — though behind your back they call you ‘the top red card holder,’ but considering how far up your own ass your head is, you’re yet to pay attention to this remark — by the second qualifying match they already know to pass the ball to you no matter what. In your defense, you’re not any more tyrannical than the average douche in this competition. It’s not your fault they’re too worthless to do what you can.

Two of the opponents are blocking your path, and you shuffle the ball between your feet trying to get the positioning right while they attempt to steal it. Everyone is making noises, but they never mean anything to you. You back up once you’ve felt that the stars have aligned and strike the ball through the tight opening between their bodies, taking the first goal of the match.

“You’re good!”

You blink, the words bringing you out of your perpetual trance to look at the guy in front of you. He starts rambling some nonsense about explosions and how he’s going to beat the ass of anyone who can’t give a good show and you think at some point he has started finding new roundabout ways of saying that he basically wants to bust a nut on the field. It is absurd. You understand it down to your bones, except maybe the last thing. For the first time, everything is coming into view. You can make out his face and you can hear his words and you see your teammates in your peripheral vision. How you didn’t notice him before, what with the hairstyle and his cartoonishly beautiful eyelashes, you’re not sure, but you’ve never been more present during a game before.

“Alright, gyaru,” you say. “Show me how you explode.”

“Gyaru?” he tilts his head, grin wide like a demon’s. “You think I’m pretty?”

Though Jinpachi Ego officially writes down what ensues as a round-robin tourney in his notes, the spectators (meaning literally anyone else who was in your physical proximity) would describe it as ‘The Longest Dick Measuring Contest They’ve Ever Seen.’

The way he moves fascinates you like nothing else. Just like you, he is a creature of instinct. You both circle around while trying to score or steal the ball, only to find that stopping the other is impossible.

After this match, two monsters glance at each other and think, ‘Maybe there is someone out here who understands me.’

___

There are still jitters in your veins. You can’t sleep. Is it ridiculous and maybe parasocial that the thought of ‘I want to see this guy again’ is keeping you up at night? Yeah, probably. You also feel like a creep lying down in the dark with your eyes wide open, yearning to bulldoze through something like you do when you want to calm down.

Frustrated, you slip out of the futon and leave the room while the rest of them are sleeping. The hallways let out ominous flickers, trailing after you while your steps echo and bounce off the walls. This building looks like a prison, you think, though you hadn’t noticed before.

You hate to think that your desperation is so strong you’ve developed the power of manifestation overnight, but when you step inside of the training room, he’s already there. He doesn’t have the decency to seem surprised at your entrance when you close in on him. His arms are crossed and he has a smug aura about him, but for the love of everything you cannot comprehend why he’s standing there doing nothing. At least you planned on being productive when you headed here with your plan to obliterate whatever you could get your hands on. Just so happens it’s him that you found.

The weird silence stretches, but it doesn’t bother either of you because as it turns out you have the same kind of social incompetence. You realize you don’t even know the guy’s name, but he declares, “You really came.”

You don’t really know what he means by this considering you didn’t arrange to meet here beforehand, but he’s saying it as if this was some unanimous agreement you came to earlier. “Waiting for me in the middle of the night all by yourself, handsome?”

“Every cell in my body was calling out to yours,” he says as if it explains anything. His expression is bordering on maniacal. Anyone else might’ve realized this was a bad idea, read the warning signs, but to someone like you who has lived their entire life sleepwalking, the excitement of such a strange encounter is addictive. “We’re the same… That’s why you felt it.”

“In that case, please avoid summoning me so late,” you say. “I value good sleep.”

He cannot tell if you’re just taking the piss or if you’re on the same page, but it’s rare that anyone entertains him when he says anything of that nature. To him, this is an amusing turn of events. “They say you’re some kinda unhinged delinquent. ‘s that true?”

“Sure, if that’s what you call putting a few sorry bums down in their place after they crossed me.”

“So you know how to scrap too, right?”

Right now, Shidou Ryuusei is like a kid at the candy store. You can’t discern any reason for him to swing at you, but he does, smiling all the while. After you respond to his provocation with a duck and a kick of your own — you avoid using your hands for anything if you can avoid it, finding it beneath you — you decide to consider this your friendly introduction to each other.

If he wants to coax the crazy out of you with his punches, then you’re trying to get him to settle down every time you retaliate, daring him to pipe down and turn boring just like everyone else. You’re not sure for how long you duke it out, but at some point you grow sloppy, and the last you remember of it before succumbing to your exhaustion is the last round of boneless slaps you offered each other.

___

Two of your teammates hatefully watch you and Shidou from across the cafeteria. You’re a selfish and insensitive person, of course, they know that. Before this, you’d always eat alone, but ever since the match where they were forced to watch you two flex on them, you’d hang out with him. Still, “I can’t believe [L/n] would rather have a romantic dinner with the only goddamn bastard in this goddamn building who gets better meals than share with us! I’m sick of this natto.”

“You’re telling me,” the other boy says, sadly eating a radish.

This must be an advanced form of psychological torture administered by Ego himself. Even if you don’t notice the audience, Shidou seems to be reveling in the negative attention. They can only watch and drool while you two push at each other and try to steal ingredients. At some point, you put Shidou in a suplex, making him cough out something. Then he wrestles his way out of your maneuver and shoves your head into your plate, forces you up again, and licks the food off your face while you scowl at him.

“I’d hardly call that a romantic dinner, though.”

“A guy from blondie’s team said he caught them asleep on top of each other in the training facility once.”

“Do you think they’re-?!”

“Oh my god, they’re…!”

They scream and point at each other and then hug as if traumatized. To add insult to injury, your voice rings from afar, “Are your eyes really pink? There’s no way that’s natural,” while some of the sauce still sticks to your skin.

“What? You think I’m some kinda fake?” asks Shidou, apparently offended.

“I’m gonna expose you, trust.”

How are you blowing everyone in your cell out of the water in terms of performance? You have to be the dumbest person in this entire wing.

___

“I want you,” he says.

Granted, this is out of context, but you still find that the words have some effect on you. But this won’t do no matter how hard you want to give in. With the first stage of the second selection cleared, you can’t continue as you are. You’ve been complacent in your talent. To expand your abilities, you need to observe whatever other powerful players there are in here instead of still chasing after him. Even the wet wipes on your old team have started catching up.

Besides, you’d always thought your appeal to him is as an opponent, someone who he wants on the other side of the field to face off against, and now Shidou is demanding to work together with you.

“I was in a coma before I met you,” you say. He pinches his eyebrows together, which is probably the first time you’ve seen him pull such an expression. To think you have the ability to utter something so strange, it weirds out even Shidou. “You pulled me out of it, but now I need to see other things, too.”

“If you tell me you wanna go watch other guys, I might get jealous.” Despite the initial waver, he sticks his tongue out at you, trying to be playful like always.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Shidou grabs you by the collar of your jersey and pushes you against the wall. You blink at him, finding this an inappropriate time for a spar seeing as this is regular enough for him, but then he invades your personal space in a way which doesn’t feel particularly combative, your noses brushing against each other, and he blatantly glances at your lips before closing his eyes. You don’t think about it when you pull him in by the neck, your body reacting to his cues.

It’s not even that great, he’s not really being effective at what he’s doing, mashing your mouth against his almost pointlessly, teeth clashing and all before moving far too quickly onto the tonguing part of making out. Your nails are digging into his neck and his hold against your waist is tight enough to bother you. There’s a latent aggression in it like there is in any other interaction between you two.

And you don’t enjoy this for the surface-level sensations but rather for the strange tightness in your chest, the headrush, the closeness where somehow he’s enveloping you and you’re enveloping him at the same time and it feels like you’re about to fuse. You don’t want to let go yet, maybe under the assumption that if you keep kissing him, he’s going to be polite and return your breath to you.

Steps come near the entrance of the hallway and then, “Ah! Uhhh…”

You snap out of it and push Shidou off of you. He has the gall to look offended, glaring.

There’s some puny kid with a buzz cut, standing there with his confusion clear on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, uh… whatever it was you were doing!” he says in a panic, waving his hands back and forth.

Yeah, that’s a good point. What the fuck were you doing? You just jumped at each other on instinct, ruled by some bizarre, mysterious need.

It must be because the air is so charged between you. Shidou is always in overdrive and he has a penchant for pulling you into his madness. You’re always doing something when you’re together — trading blows, trying to show the other up in soccer, saying heavy-handed things for no reason — and now a moment of stagnancy happened and you both turned into even bigger morons than usual.

He didn’t think about it either, you’re sure. Besides, even if you’re a crazy bastard on the field, you’re not like him. Shidou will meet even stronger players once he advances and he’ll move onto his next obsession. This doesn’t mean anything, at least not to him, you’re convinced.

You untangle yourself from him and ram your shoulder into his as goodbye before lamely saying, “I’m going now,” and offering a nonchalant wave.

He frowns before kicking imaginary dust off the floor. “Sure, fine. Be this way!”

Igaguri isn’t super puritanical or anything. Yeah, he grew up in a temple and all, but seeing two people kiss doesn’t offend his sensibilities. What freaked him out was how you managed to make it look like a fight while you were going at it, and like, he knows the hallway was deserted before he came out of thin air, but this is still a public place. Whatever happened to shame?

And now he has to be in the same vicinity as this scary guy who’s glaring daggers at the spot you were standing in, vein bursting out of his forehead and all, as if you ruined his life by walking out of here. He looks like a manchild who’s sulking because his mom forgot to make him chicken nuggies. A bead of nervous sweat rolls down his forehead.

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Ever since the beginning, Isagi has been honing his technique, always hungry to add another skill to his repertoire. Rin and Shidou have no synergy; fine, he thinks, it’s not like he really even wants to set up a goal using them. It’s not enough to satisfy him anymore, not after the last match. He’d much rather score himself.

But the problem with the spatial awareness he has developed is that he can’t turn it off at will, or say ‘la-la-la’ and ignore something to focus on what’s important.

Well, being on the same stage as you and Shidou has to be the worst thing of all time. He wants to smell a goal for himself, but the most likely chemical reaction he can predict is one between you two, and you’re not even on the same team. It’s like a ticking time bomb, like those explosions Shidou has been vaguely rambling about, and it permeates the air.

You’ve started adapting his bodily control and precision, almost coming close to scoring with your back on the net. And Shidou has managed to pull off one of ridiculously tight angled shots to break through a two-on-one, passing the ball to Rin. If the phenomenon Isagi observed and achieved before is ‘consumption,’ then he has a first row seat to watch you two cannibalize each other.

The most unfortunate thing is the chase. The ball will come to you, but Shidou will steal it. He’ll be in the air ready to strike, but you’ll sabotage him from below. Isagi recognizes this as an unconscious prediction — on a molecular level, you know where the other one will be, and you’ll race there. It’s like he’s watching both of you swing neon signs and desperately scream ‘Please look at me!’ and overall beg for attention while also stubbornly refusing to make eye contact in fear of rejection.

It is revolting. He wants to gag.

Sure, Ego talked about how luck is a skill and how a pro takes advantage of it, but he never mentioned what to do when someone on his team is living through a low-rated soap opera episode with an opponent. With all of the emotional constipation among the participants of this godforsaken project, he’s sure this won’t be the last time he’ll need it.

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Sitting down in the middle of practice isn’t productive, but you’re ‘taking a break,’ by which you mean you want to snap someone’s neck. It’s been boring again, ever since Shidou started disregarding your presence. You’re even on the same team now and it’s like you’re no better than air to him.

Of course, you’d predicted he’d find someone new to excite him. You just hadn’t anticipated it’d hurt your feelings. Why do you care, anyway? You should be used to this. The soccer you’ve played has always been selfish and lonely, and moping and jealousy are below you.

But during the match against U-20, you saw him look at Itoshi Sae the same way he first looked at you on the day you met, spouting nonsense with his unique expert-level yappery. And you don’t like that. You don’t like it at all.

He’s off doing his own thing again when you search for him with your eyes. You stand up.

And then you don’t think at all, breaking out into a sprint at full speed.

You’re behind him in the matter of a minute or so, slipping your foot between his and kicking the ball overhead so it lands behind him. He bristles, perhaps at your unwanted company, but you’ve already turned on your heel to run in the other direction.

You’re dribbling the ball when you glance over your shoulder. He’s onto you, trademark grin on his face. You’re not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish here, but all that comes to mind is, It doesn’t matter if it’s going way too fast or way too hard anymore. Just chase after me one more time.

You’re almost all the way over to the other goal, maintaining your lead, when Shidou kicks the ball after lunging around your side. It slips off half-assedly, but you don’t have much time to mock him for his technique because he grabs you by the wrists and pins you down, straddling you to the ground.

“That’s a foul,” you say, displeased.

“I don’t care.” His smile is so big you feel like he’s going to need to visit an orthodontist after you’re done here. The annoying strands of hair he keeps loose are hovering near your face, taunting you.

Your eyes dart again with your head in the fake grass and you see it straying off. “And the ball didn’t make it. To be honest, you were sloppy.”

“I don’t care.”

“You… don’t?”

There’s that sick fluttering feeling in your stomach again and your heart kicks against your chest painfully. Your cheeks are growing warm and you feel uncomfortable by the heat with Shidou so close to you. What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously, he didn’t even tell you a line or anything. He just said ‘I don’t care’ twice. That’s not game! You need to get a grip.

“Yeah, why should I? I’ve got you right where I want you now.”

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. If making you look like an idiot is his revenge to you for making him mad, then fine, you’re going to pretend you can’t make your way out of his grip with ease.

“You can’t give me a big dopamine hit like that and pull away,” he says, leaning closer. By this point you really can’t see much apart from his big ass head right in your face. Does he even know what he’s implying to you while looking at you straight-on? Does he realize you know his weird euphemisms are all figures of speech for whatever makes him horny?

“What do you mean?”

“Tellin’ me all that romantic stuff and running away…” Shidou narrows his eyes as if the memory is enough to annoy him.

You blink. Oh. You thought he was throwing a temper tantrum because you refused to team up with him. But once again, you’re unimpressed. “So did that turn you on or what? I don’t get it.”

“Well, I’d put it in other words, like, let’s say, hypothetically, maybe you made me explode because you’re an oxidizer and I’m an organic-”

“Ok, I know, but I’m trying to figure out what’s going on here-”

He retreats and rolls away from you, allowing you to sit up again, so you cease talking without reaching the point you were trying to make. It flies out of your head anyway when he links his hand with yours, staring at you, seemingly subdued now. You’re not sure why you’re both acting like shy middle schoolers now while indulging in something so chaste considering you’ve done way more indecent things together, but you intertwine your fingers and offer him a smile. The sight catches him off-guard.

Before he can bask in another achievement (this time being the first person to make you express any kind of joy when everyone knows you’re one distant asshole), a ball hits him straight on the forehead.

Without any preamble, Rin deems it fit to announce his presence by saying, “Your lukewarm displays are appalling. You should both just die.”

You stare at him and then at each other and burst out in laughter, pointing at him. Though you finish your laughing fits at about the same time, you spur on another one by asking, “Do you think he even knows what lukewarm means?”

“No, I seriously doubt it!”

Rin thinks to ask you how come you think it’s chill when your shitty boyfriend or whatever he is says the grossest things imaginable, but suddenly it’s a problem when he wants to say his favorite word, though he doesn’t want to seem too offended or otherwise invested.

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Im sorry if this is in any way contradictory or shitty or sucks balls I havent slept in 4 days except for a one-off 3 hour nap and wrote this while possessed. Maybe ill sleep again at some point and this will be the worst thing ive ever seen and ill have to delete it. God forbid.

#shidou x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you

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vampkats · 4 months

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Warnings: Swearing, reader is introverted and has social anxiety, reader likes horror movies and horror games and also the reader doesn't have a specific gender in this but I used they/them pronouns in some parts<3

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"Hey Bakugo!" His head immediately whips around and he stares at you with his piercing red eyes, he then glares coldly at you.

"And what the hell are you doing here?? Who said you can come in my damn room!?"

"You agreed to help me with chemistry.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"I had to say yes, you know how bad you are at it, but can you really not do without me for one single fucking day!?"

"You're my sugar daddy, of course I can't live without you." You joked because you really enjoy seeing him getting mad at something stupid like that.

Before you could say anything, in one swift move Katsuki covers your mouth and pulls you against him, his hand is firm on your mouth so you can't speak and his body is pressed against you.

"I'm not your 'sugar daddy' I'm your damn boyfriend and stop saying weird crap like that, it doesn't matter how 'cute' you try to make it sound."

"..since when did I agree that you're my boyfriend?" You look at him wide eyed.

He loosens his grip on your mouth and lets you speak. He sighs as he realizes he just fucked up.

"That..fuck..was an idiotic assumption wasn't it? I guess because of how clingy you are, you'd want me to be your boyfriend or something..."

He then looks away, as if he doesn't want to look at you.

"But don't get any ideas, we aren't a couple." He said, there was bitterness in his tone and it sounded harsher than he wanted it to.

"..I wasn't complaining." You said and looked away too. I mean, who would refuse to have their own crush as their boyfriend?

Katsuki stares at you, his face is showing no emotion but he turns his head and suddenly his eyes are locked on to yours.

"So are you asking me to be your boyfriend?... because if you are, the answer is no."

"Why? You said you were my boyfriend earlier."

Katsuki pauses for a few seconds as he realizes how contradictory his words were. He sighs as he looks away from you, scowling.

"Forget it, I don't even know why I said that... whatever, do you want me to be your boyfriend or what?"

"I said I wasn't complaining." You whisper.

Katsuki sighs.

"Can you for once just directly say yes or no, I swear to fucking God when you talk I can't tell if you wanna murder me or ask me out."

You look away slightly, getting kinda shy and sighing before answering him.

"It's a yes, Bakugo.."

Katsuki pauses for a moment as he ponders for a few seconds... finally he looks up at you.

"Fine, sure we're a couple... whatever."

You blushed, you couldn't believe that he actually said that.

Katsuki looks away and sighs. He lies down on the bed with his hands tucked under his head and then glances at you.

"So you actually wanted us to become a couple, right?" He averts his gaze back at the ceiling trying to act unbothered by how you're gonna answer but really he's so nervous he could explode.

"I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to."

You stare at him.

Katsuki grunts as he stares at the ceiling.

"So then... what now? It's not like we're in love or anything."

"Not yet..." You didn't know how to feel about his last sentence but it surely didn't make you happy...

Katsuki lifts his head up and stares at you.

"What do you mean 'not yet?' Do you seriously think I'm gonna fall in love with you?"

"Eh.." That hurt. You swore you could feel like something stabbed you in the heart and it hurt for a second. You both stay quiet for a few seconds before you mumble.. "I already fell in love with you."

You weren't sure if he heard you or not but you could see him scoff and frown slightly.

Katsuki groans and pulls himself up to a sitting position.

"So now that we're a couple does this mean you wanna start doing weird couple stuff, like... holding hands?"

You roll your eyes at his words. "It's not weird, it's cute. ..I would if you wanna."

Katsuki groans again as he looks away.

"Fine... but keep in mind this is not because I want to or anything."

"Then we won't if you don't want to."

Katsuki stops and glances at you... he's quiet for a few seconds and he doesn't say anything.

"No, we'll do it alright?... for fucks sake, it's not gonna kill me to hold your hand..."

"You said you don't wanna."

Katsuki sighs.

"Look, just because I don't want to doesn't mean I won't do it, alright... just shut your mouth and take my hand."

You see as he reaches out his hand and gently takes yours, he doesn't look at your hand but rather stares at the wall instead.

You sat next to him and intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand gently.

Katsuki grunts but doesn't bother protesting. You see him roll his eyes as if he was disgusted and his grasp on your hand is pretty tight. For a few seconds, you could swear that you saw a hint of blush on Katsuki's face. His palm is warm and slightly sweaty as you hold his hand, after a few moments he breaks the silence and speaks while still staring away from you.

"So... when are you gonna start calling me 'babe' or something?"

"It's a preference...I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"Good then don't call me any shitty pet names at all." Katsuki sighs and then stares down at your hand.

"This is fucking awkward... we're literally a couple now but it doesn't feel any different than when we were just friends or whatever."

"Yeah." You said but you knew that it was a lie. You felt happy that he wanted to get close to you and spend time with you in a romantic way.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"So... do all couples do this? Like... hold hands and go on shitty dates and stuff... because I swear if so I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"I don't know. It's a preference too, I guess. I never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before so I don't know."

Katsuki sighs and looks at you.

"Well... neither did I, not that I would let anyone else know... but do you wanna go on a date? I mean... we are a couple so I guess it's only natural... even if it sounds like such a pain in the ass."

"I don't really like public places or places with lots of people in them. I'm..an introvert so.." You trail off.

"Oh great, you're one of those people who get overwhelmed in a crowded area?"

"I guess you could say that." You were starting to get slightly insecure about it. He knew you were an introvert but he didn't know that you have social anxiety too.

Katsuki sighs again and sits up fully.

"Well do you just wanna... stay in here? I don't know... this whole dating shit is such an annoying hassle..."

"We could watch a movie if you want.."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"That's so cliché but.. yeah sure... I guess... do you have any fucking preference or are we watching some stupid ass romance flick?"

"I don't like romance.. I prefer horror." You said.

Katsuki looks at you surprised for a moment then sighs, he rubs his eyes for a few seconds and then looks back at you.

"Horror... you're telling me you'd rather be scared than bored?"

"Yeah." You really liked horror. It was just way more entertaining than some romance or something depressing to watch.

Katsuki stares at you for a few seconds and sighs, even though it's a bit strange, the idea of you, a cute person wanting to be scared definitely intrigued him.

"Well... at least you'll be screaming in my arms and clinging to me for comfort, I don't think any other guy would put up with such nonsense."

"You wish." You roll your eyes.

Katsuki scoffs.

"Oh don't act like you won't do that, I know you'll be clinging to me if anything actually scary happens."

"I'm not that kind of a person."

Katsuki makes a mocking noise.

"So... what, you'll just scream and faint like those people who are 'not like others'?"

"I'm not a damn pick me..." You were slightly annoyed by his words.

Katsuki rolls his eyes then he sighs.

"You won't faint like those stupid girls and guys, you won't try clinging to me? Then what the fuck are you gonna do if you get scared?"

"I won't get scared." You said confidently because you probably watched every horror movie that exists and played almost every horror game.

Katsuki scoffs at you.

"Oh really now? Just watch, you'll be screaming in my arms before the movie is even halfway over."

"In your dreams, yeah." You scoff. Did he seriously think you were that sensitive? I mean, sure you have social anxiety but you do love horror!

Katsuki sighs.

"You're so annoying... but if you won't faint or hold my hand then what are you gonna do when you get scared shitless?"

"I won't even get scared in the first place."

Katsuki rolls his eyes and looks away from you.

"Just... don't come crying to me when the movie gets scary."

"I'm probably gonna flinch but nothing more than that."

Katsuki rolls his eyes.

"Oh great... my first night as a boyfriend will be spent with my lover flinching and covering their face with their hands... what the hell did I do to piss off the gods so much, I feel like my first lover is gonna be a goddamn psychopath or something."

"Maybe I am." You spoke with obvious sarcasm in your voice.

Katsuki freezes for a few seconds then he glances back at you and stares at you with an annoyed and agitated expression and raises one of his eyebrows. He knew you were sarcastic but chose to take it seriously.

"Are you serious?"

"No. I'm not that dumb." You lean your head on his shoulder.

Katsuki's expression softens ever so slightly when he sees you get comfortable on his shoulder and lean your head on him.

"Well... you're already acting like a real lover by doing that so... I guess we might as well watch the damn movie then."

You got up and turned off the light, before sitting back in your previous position and leaned your head on Katsukis shouler.

Katsuki is slightly taken aback, he raises one of his eyebrows at you.

"So now we just... what, lie down and watch the damn movie...?"

"We don't have to lie down. Any position you want." You thought that it was too soon to lay next to each other. Sure you do sit next to each other in common areas like in the cafeteria but this was... different. You'd be laying down and you thought it's too intimate since you basically just started dating.

Katsuki scoffs when you say 'any position you want' and he then glances away.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do instead then, it's too uncomfortable if we sit up and if we lie down it's way too intimate..." He thought that it was intimate too and at that you just nodded and said:

"Do this?" You pressed your back against the wall behind you, pulling him back with you so you're both pressed against the wall and then you lean on him again.

Katsuki's eyes narrow slightly as you press yourself up against the wall and lean on his shoulder, he scoots himself a little closer to you so that you could have better comfort. Katsuki sighs and puts his arm around your shoulder, the heat from your body could be felt through his shirt and he closes his eyes as he leans against you.

You turn your head slightly to get comfortable on his shoulder as you watch the random horror movie you picked.

After the movie is over, Katsuki lets out a yawn and turns his head so he's facing you.

"Well... if I'm honest, being so close to you is making me pretty fucking tired."

"It's because it's way past your bedtime." You said and pointed at his clock, it showing that it's currently 21:17 (9:17pm)

Katsuki raises one of his eyebrows.

"How the hell do you know what my bedtime is?"

"..I observe people. And you always leave the common area early." You said.

"So... what, you've been like... stalking me and shit?"

"No.. just watching. I don't follow you around or do anything." You couldn't help but stare at him often... he's so handsome and beautiful and all the pretty words you could say that he is.

"Well... I mean... fine I don't give a shit but still why, who the hell just...watches other people, how is that entertaining for someone like you, the introverted, quiet person?" He asked, looking at you like you were crazy or something.

"Eh." You shrugged.

Katsuki grumbles under his breath.

"Whatever... it's late now... are you gonna sleep in here?"

"I don't think I should."

"Why? Are you afraid to sleep next to me or something?" He scoffs.

"Y'know that Aizawa Sensei checks to see if everyone is in their dorm by 23:00 (11:00pm) and I'm sure he's gonna check on you especially after everything that happened to you..." (I heard it somewhere so consider it a headcanon of mine because I'm not sure they have a curfew in the dorms...)

"Well that's stupid... I'm almost 17, who makes rules about teenagers going to sleep at a certain time...? This place was supposed to be more free and open than normal schools, yet here I am, being confined by the stupid rules of some stupid fucking teacher. How is Aizawa allowed to just go into the dorms whenever he wants? Katsuki grunts in annoyance.

"He wants to make sure we don't do anything. Besides, he'll stop after a month, I'm sure of it. It's because he doesn't know us that well yet but he'll trust us eventually I guess.."

Katsuki scoffs.

"It's pathetic that even though the year has just began, he needs to check on us because he hasn't built up a level of trust yet. And for the last time we're not 'kids' we are almost adults at this point. We can make our own damn decisions, we don't need him to babysit us."

"Yeah yeah, I need to go.." You glance at the clock, it's already 21:32 (9:32pm)...

"Yeah, like hell you are. You're staying here."

You blush slightly at his demand but shake your head.

"Bakugo, I can't. I don't want us to get expelled or something.."

"For fucks sake fine then just go!" He's irritated.

You turn to him and quickly press a small peck on his lips. You got off the bed, say "Night." And ran out.

Katsuki is about to scowl and argue when you kiss him, the action catches him off guard and his annoyance and aggravation melts away as your lips touch his. Katsuki's heart leaps into his throat and he freezes as the feeling of your lips against his sends a shiver down his spine. He wanted to say something but you ran out... hmph.

You were embarrassed and were blushing hard. You couldn't believe that you just kissed your crush who's apparently supposed to be your boyfriend now too...you pinch yourself in hopes that you aren't just dreaming.

Katsuki sighed and leaned back on his bed after you left, he closed his eyes and covered them with his right hand. All he could think about were your soft lips grazing his, your scent filling his nostrils and your body pressed up against his for a split moment then. He scuffles underneath the blankets and groans again, he tries to sleep but the thoughts of that kiss prevent him from doing so. Katsuki stares at the ceiling and scuffles underneath the covers again, he groans again, opens his eyes and he stares at the ceiling, his heart beating quickly and heavily. The memory of your lips kissing him is still burned into his brain and the feeling of your warmth against his skin is imprinted into his mind. Katsuki slowly sighs as the memory of the kiss replays over and over again in his mind. He groans again and rubs his eyes for a few seconds. Damn you. He can't sleep because of you now, are you happy? He feels weird, like there are butterflies in his stomach and he just groans loudly, covering himself with his blanket and closing his eyes tightly in hope to forget it, to forget you. He whispers "Go to hell, shitty y/n...".

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I guess there was no time to actually do something productive and learn chemistry like you hoped to but this was better than learning, right?

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Comment if you want me to make part 2🫶🏻

(Sorry for grammar mistakes if there are any, English isn't my first language)

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo imagine #bakugo x yn #bakugou imagines #bnha bakugou #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugo x male reader #afab reader

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chaussetteblanche · 9 months

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If you still write for kit, can I request something where the reader is kits gf and comes out to him as bisexual, and is really nervous about it even tho he’s super accepting (like are you sure you’re okay with it) bc they get scared but he’s super reassuring 🥺

hi love ! yes, i still write for kit ! of course :) thanks for requesting !! sorry for taking so long to answer !

pairing : kit connor x female!reader summary : you come out as bi to kit word count : 1.2k warnings : none, i think

You'd first felt it when you were younger. You loved the Totally Spies and spent your afternoons watching the show when you'd come home from school. And you especially loved Britney. She was like the perfect mix of Sam, Clover and Alex. Who wouldn't love her ? But you didn’t think anything of it back then.

Then you had the same sort of feeling when you'd first watched Pirates of the Caribbean as a young teenager. Will Turner was gloriously handsome, of course, but you felt the same way about Elizabeth Swan. She was graceful, not to mention beautiful, and could handle her own in battle, she could shoot, kick ass... What couldn't she do ? You didn’t think twice about it then, either.

Same happened when you met a girl at camp. She was nice and beautiful and really funny. You were so happy to be her friend. You didn’t realize what the butterflies in your stomach whenever she touched you meant.

You'd never thought too much about these feelings, figuring everyone felt the same. It's totally normal to wonder what it would be like to kiss your female friends, right ? Everybody did that, didn't they ?

A lot of your friends came out over the years, so you grew more familiar with the LGBTQ+ community, sexualities and gender identities. But you never questioned your own. And why would you ? You were now dating Kit, had been for a few months, actually, so why would you even think about questioning your sexuality ?

And then Kit got cast for Heartstopper. And with him, you dived even deeper into the world of queerness. And more than once, when helping him rehearse his lines, you'd read the script and thought : hey, I feel this way sometimes, too. But still, you didn't think too much about it.

And then, Heartstopper finally came out. All of the cast gathered to binge watch it in one day. You had been invited too, along with the other significant others. Everyone had to bring something, so you and Kit had made a heart-shaped chocolate cake that morning.

You were all snuggled up on the couch and Joe finally pushed play on the first episode. You were leaning in Kit’s side with your legs laying over his lap. He wrapped an arm your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head when the intro started.

You squealed along with everyone when Joe first appeared on the screen. Everyone screamed and laughed whenever a new character would appear on the screen. You watched episode after episode, glee filling your being and shining with pride as you watched Kit’s amazing performance.

You got quiet when Nick started questioning his sexuality. Your heart sped up when he did the “Are you gay” quiz on the internet. You quickly excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You tried to take deep breaths as you locked yourself in the bathroom. You’d felt the same things for women that Nick felt for men. Was it possible that you weren’t- straight ?

You locked the door behind you and leaned on the sink. Did you- like girls ? You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced at the look on your face. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like not knowing. A knock at the door startled you.

“Y/N ? You alright, love ?” Kit. You splashed some water onto your face and flushed the toilet, drying your face. “Yeah, just really had to go all of a sudden,” you lied as you unlocked and opened the door. Kit looked down at you and chuckled. “Oh, sorry, my love.” “It’s fine,” you laughed, “no worries, babe.”

You couldn’t get it out of your head for weeks. Did you like girls ? Were you pretending to ? Were you a lesbian ? No, you liked Kit. What were you ? You talked it over with your friends a lot. They all told you the same thing : “With time, you’ll know.” Maybe you would think you were bi for a while and then discover that you didn’t like men at all, or the contrary. It frustrated you to not know. No one else but you could know what your sexuality was. And the answer wouldn’t magically appear on a silver platter, as much as you wished it would.

Kit noticed your change in behaviour. Your temper was shorter than usual and you acted distant from him. After worrying for a few weeks, he finally confronted you. You were in the kitchen, making some instant ramen when he finally talked to you about it.

“Y/N ?” he asked tentatively. “Yeah ?” you hummed absent-mindedly. “Is something going on these days ?” You tensed at his words. He noticed immediately and touched your arm. “I don’t mean to upset you, love, but I just want to let you know that if something’s the matter with you, with us or with me, I’m here and you can talk to me about it you want to.”

You wanted to cry at his kindness and thoughtfulness. “I-“ Your voice caught in your throat. A ball formed in your stomach as you thought of voicing your thoughts and worrying. How would he react? Of course he'd understand, but- What ifs flooded your brain as you spluttered like a fish out of water. He took your hand in his, bringing you back to reality as he kissed your knuckled. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready to, you know." "No, I- I want to." You took a deep breath. Kit looked at you, giving you his undivided attention. "I've been feeling like this for a while now, and it only got stronger when we watched your show together because it really put it in front of me. Like I couldn't ignore it any longer, you know?" Kit tilted his head to the side, somewhat confused as to what you were speaking about. "I- I think I'm bisexual." The word felt alien in your mouth. "I think I like both boys, especially you, of course, and girls. I- I'm attracted to both."

Kit smiled at you, squeezing your hand. "Thank you for telling me. I know it's not easy." "No," you chuckled, wiping a stray tear from your eye, you didn't even know why you were crying, "it's not. But you make it easier." "And how do you feel about it?" "I- okay, I guess. It's good to know there are others like me, like us. H-how do you feel about it?”

“I think it just gives me one more thing to love about you,”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked nervously, worrying your bottom lip. Kit nodded, still smiling. "Not in the slightest. I'm so proud of you. Can I kiss you?" You nodded. "Of course, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slightest." He hummed and leaned forward, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling and comfort he brought you. He pulled away. "I don't think I'm ready to tell everyone yet, though." "No, of course, you don't have to tell anyone you don't want to. You don't owe anyone anything."

#kit connor x you #kit connor x reader #kit connor

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nabateaprodigy · 6 months

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How do you think Kokichi would deal with a reader who is sort of the opposite in personality to him. Like they can’t lie, mellow and just mind their own business yet is mature and patient. They end up becoming friends or lovers cuz if Kokichi pulls a prank on reader, reader gets revenge or if he lies, reader just sasses him back with a tongue sticking out, but there isn’t any hard feelings. He brings out their inner playful side. When he becomes injured, while the others don’t care. Reader actually checks up on him cuz he’s bleeding. He finds out from reader that they feel relaxed around him and don’t find him annoying at all?

Playful Tendencies

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Kokichi.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: This is such a cute request! Glad I was able to do it! ^^

An angel that's how Kokichi would describe you far too kind and someone who could never lie. A very mature person who followed the rules and was never seen breaking them. A person who minded their own business unless they wanted to get involved.

Kokichi thought you were perfect...perfect for a prank that is! He didn't think you were perfect because of how you handled yourself or how you appeared to others. He didn't think you were perfect because he wanted to get to know you or better connect with you why would he?

That's what he told himself at least but deep down he knew the truth. So he decided to play pranks on you to ignore what he felt. Your reaction to his playful behavior was what he expected doesn't mean he didn't enjoy seeing the expression on your face any less.

However, something very unexpected that day happened to him. As soon as he entered his dorm room water fell onto him with a bucket soon following. "You aren't the only one who can play pranks around here Kokichi~"

Now Kokichi knew without a doubt you were perfect he knew it in his heart as he watched you walk off while you laughing at him. So that's how it's going to be, is it? Very well this means war!

Since then the two of you would constantly play pranks on each other even if it went into the late hours of the night. After a successful prank, you would stick out at him nothing wrong with rubbing salt in the wound right? But you couldn't both couldn't help it neither would let each other know about it. Not that you minded though you loved this side of Kokichi seeing how playful he is.

But if you thought that's where it ended you were sorely mistaken who better to play pranks on than your classmates? Of course, Miu was the main target of these pranks as her reactions were always the best. Although it would always end up running away together as Miu had thrown things at you while yelling curse words at you both.

You truly loved being with Kokichi you always felt as though you had to keep up an appearance as people thought and saw you in a certain way. At first, you were fine with this it didn't bother you that much but sometimes it was just too much for you. So to play pranks with Kokichi to laugh and smile you loved it and you showed a side of yourself that you've kept locked away.

You just felt so relaxed and at peace when you were with Kokichi it's something you wish could last forever. You knew that wasn't possible however for as long as you knew Kokichi you would remember all the fun moments you had together. He was special to you and you wanted nothing but the best for him.

So that's why it always made you so afraid to see him when he got injured. You didn't feel the need to hide your concern for him he knew you long enough that he could see through your facade. "What's with the gloomy look Y/N? It's just a little scratch nothing serious!" He spoke with a smile on his face as if nothing was wrong.

"A little scratch? It's more than just a little scratch!" You were angry but you were only angry because you cared so much for him. You held his hand in yours as you spoke to him.

"Kokichi you mean a lot to mean okay? To see you injured in any way it worries me. You make me feel so relaxed like nothing else matters and I can be myself and just be alive. So please take better care of yourself alright?" You smile at him.

"..." He said nothing a part of him knew how you felt about him but to hear that? It was something else entirely. So he hugged you keeping both you and himself safe. "Don't know Y/N I'll be careful and...I love you." You smile as you hug him back "I love you too Kokichi."

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tripleyeeet · 7 months

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*scrambles into your inbox*

Summer! Hi! Can I request a Loki blurb in which he and the reader reunite after some time apart. Perhaps it’s an unexpected encounter? Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort… I leave the details up to you! <3

SORRY FOR DYING

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Gender Neutral Reader

SUMMARY: After going through the motions of his death, Loki decides to pay you an unexpected visit.

WORD COUNT: 964

WARNINGS: Angst, hurt/comfort.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: God, I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote for this bastard. That being said though, it kind of felt like coming home. <3

MASTERLIST

You see him everywhere. At home, at work —in random spots all over the city, haunting you like a ghost. He’s everywhere and nowhere all the time, popping up at random, reminding you of his absent presence each moment you think you’ve forgotten.

It never gets any easier. Already with so many reminders of him lingering throughout your existence, you find yourself frequently cursing your mind for playing such tricks. For making you feel like he isn’t truly gone but instead just missing. Hiding. Waiting in the wings until the cue is sound and he’s able to return with a bow.

You hate that you miss him. That despite everything you still look at him like he’s this light. A brightened star against the backdrop of an otherwise dull existence. Because deep down, you know you shouldn’t think like that. Considering you’ve got a good life —a nice job thanks to Tony, a decent apartment in one of the nicer neighbourhoods in the city, a close-knit set of friends and family that care.

Overall, you’re privileged in a way a lot of people aren’t. Having been blessed with more than enough to live a happy life, you know that thanks is the only thing you should relate to your life. That every time you lay your head at night you should just appreciate what you have rather than long for the one thing you let slip through your fingers time and time again.

God, you wish you could.

More than anything, instead of focusing on what you lost you wish you could feel acceptance. That, as you walk through the hallway of your apartment late one night, eyes half closed with exhaustion, you wish you could envision anything but him crawling through your fire escape.

Swearing under your breath, you rub your eyes and tell the vision to go away —to leave you alone just this once because you’re too tired.

Having dealt with a seemingly endless trail of paperwork thanks to some stunt Tony had pulled at a gala last night, the last thing you want to clearly see is him draped in all his colours, using his magic to push open the window before crawling inside. No, instead you want to lie on your couch and watch reruns of your favourite show until you fall asleep. To escape reality for the remaining time you have left.

Except you can’t. Not when he’s huffing into the air, his chest heaving once then twice as he looks towards your frame, blinking.

Angrily, you groan and palm the sockets of your eyes, forcing your mind to reset its cruelty as you begin to turn on your heel, suddenly feeling a hand.

It locks roughly against the space above your elbow, pulling you slightly back. In response, you drop your hands reluctantly and turn to look, seeing the vision from before mold into something real. Tangible in a way that has your heart pounding in your chest —your eyes searching for potential signs of error.

Quicker than anticipated, you find that there are none. As you stand before him, taking in the uncharacteristic warmth that radiates across his skin, creating pools of sweat across his brow, you realize he’s really there. Standing in front of you, gripping your arm. Holding you with such deep distress you can practically feel the tremors of his anxiety.

“You’re alive.”

The words sound wrong. Like the lies you often heard spilled from his lips, it feels like you’re at the opening of another trick, waiting at the entrance for the punchline to hit.

“I am.”

“How?”

The edge of his lip twitches, as if he’s prepared to offer you that signature smirk before he realizes that he shouldn’t. You’ve just found out he’s alive after all, and as funny as it would be to downplay the situation as nothing more than just another game, you both know the thing you need most is comfort.

“It’s, uh, it’s complicated.”

He licks his lips as he looks you over, taking in your features, familiarizing himself with their placement despite already committing them to memory.

Somehow you look the same yet completely different. A copy of yourself, he decides.

“Complicated,” you repeat, practically gnawing your own words through clenched teeth as you feel his grip begin to loosen.

Neither of you know what to say then. Considering you hardly spoke of the issues spread between you when he was alive, it feels wrong to start now. To pretend like suddenly everything’s okay. Because even if his death could signify a clear upheaval of old habits, you know deep down he’ll never change. He’ll always be the same complicated, stubborn God just like you’ll be the headstrong to a fault mortal he mistakenly fell in love with.

“So, uh how—how’ve you been?”

His voice crashes through your skull despite being barely above a whisper. Wreaking havoc amongst your thoughts, it’s the kind of ridiculous question that manages to distract you long enough to forget that sometimes your body tends to detach from your mind. Doing whatever it wants in the form of stepping into his space and grabbing hold of his waist, you pull him roughly towards you, feeling your mind immediately calm.

“Terrible.”

Pressing your cheek against the leathers of his armour, you feel his awkward chuckle reverberate against your skin, reminding you of the few times things were good. Easy. Moments where instead of forcing yourself to hate him in between arguments you were able to just exist with him.

“I’m assuming that’s my fault.”

You feel his arms wrap around you then, weaving through your nervous frame to settle against your shoulders as he places his lips to your head, as if to say I’m sorry for dying, please forgive me.

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#sorry for dying #loki blurb #loki fan fic #loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x reader #loki x you #summer writes

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yanderes-galore · 7 months

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Hey, wanna try my luck even though I don't have much hope I'll get in lol. If you cannot do anything with this, feel free to discard. May I get Yandere! BotW! Link with someone who's been with him since the start and he's slowly pushing his memories of his old life away cuz it hurts too much and rathers thinks and is with his new friend (and hopefully more like lover)? Like, just obssessive and...I just need some good yandere botw link. Make him suffer and then obsess over me thank you ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

I couldn't figure out how to make this a concept so I made this a short :D Enjoy, my mutual! I made this sorta based on my BOTW Link concept plot. Hope I got the tone of the fic right! Sorry it's not as long as yours :(

Postponing Destiny

Yandere! Link (BOTW) Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Trauma, Clingy behavior, Fear of loss/abandonment, Dubious relationship, Fantasy of kissing, Angst.

Sometimes the past should just be left in the past. Link wished that applied to him... as his life before losing his memories was torture. He's the fated hero of this land...

Yet he doesn't want the responsibility.

Why? Link is tired of the pain and the hurt. When he lost his memories he felt happy. He didn't have to remember the pain then.

Plus, Link had met you in the first town he approached. You offered the Hylian your services and even offered him a bed. From you he got food, a new set clothes, and somewhere go flee to if things got bad.

With you... there was no pain.

When Link left to fight monsters in the surrounding area he felt better knowing he wasn't alone. He didn't remember the pain of his friends dying. He didn't have to think about the fate of Zelda along with Hyrule itself.

The only thing that reminded him of his destiny was the Calamity swirling around the castle... something he sought to ignore.

Link didn't want to return to his destined path just yet. No, the Hylian felt so much more at home with you. In the village he felt momentarily protected from all of the hurt.

Link loved to live with you. He loved helping you cook recipes he's recently learned. You're a great friend and companion to him.

He even felt like there was more between you if he pushed a little further.

Why should he have to return to all that pain? Why should he face this all alone? Why can't he just feel safe curled up in your arms... away from the evils of the world.

Link wanted to drown himself in your affection to heal the pain. He wished he never regained his memories. If he still had them all locked away... could he live happily with you?

Whenever you ask him if he's recovered anything from his past life, he lies. He can't keep up the facade forever but he'll try to put it off as long as he can. He just wants to treat himself to your love.

Whenever the pain resurfaces he distracts himself with thoughts of you. He thinks of protecting you, caring for you, kissing you.... He thinks you're all he ever needs.

He keeps telling himself he can wait a little longer. He can hold off finding the Divine Beasts just a bit more. All so he can feel the warmth of your presence.

It's selfish... but he never gets the chance to be selfish.

He's tired of serving others. He's tired of the pain. He deserves to have someone like you in his life....

Perhaps even later, still under your hospitality, he can show you how much he loves you? He feels giddy just thinking about it. It all plays out in his head like a soothing fantasy against all of the pain.

He thinks of coming home to you from exploring. He thinks of you jumping into his arms and he twirling you around. He thinks of how it would feel if he kissed your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. He thinks...

He wonder if this was the life he could've had if fate didn't have other plans.

A pang goes off in his heart at the thought. While you do some shopping outside he sits in his bed thinking of you, the fantasies, and the lingering pain.

No... he will have that life he desires. In the end he'll find a way to make it happen. He refuses to confront the pain gnawing at him.

When you come back... maybe he'll even confess! He'll show you how much he needs you. All the while ignoring what fate tells him to do....

He'll get rid of the Calamity and save Hyrule later...

Right now? He just wants to love you like there's nothing wrong in the world... or him

#yandere legend of zelda #yandere link #yandere botw link #yandere breath of the wild

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battydora · 1 year

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I'd love to see your overhaul's nsfw alphabets as well 🥺❤

note: oh sure thing, sun! i only wrote overhaul once and i want to write for him more to get fond of him yup yup. here you go, i hope you like it!

content: nsfw alphabet, afab!reader, gender neutral, established sex partners? or established relationship, whatever you prefer honestly.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Selfish at first, specially if he ends up all sweaty afterwards. After you decide being done for the night, he quickly climbs out of bed to take a shower. Sometimes he'll let you join him so he can also clean you up. If he considers he was rough to you that night, he'll massage the ached areas. He's not very sweet nor vocal.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His: Probably his hands. Even though he uses gloves 100% of the time, he enjoys being able to hold you in place, grip your hair or push you down to bed. He expresses his control over being able to manipulate your body.

Yours: Lips. For someone who dislikes being touched, specially all over, during moments of intimacy and growing horniness, he adores your lips kissing, licking and bitting wherever he commands to.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Unpopular opinion: The idea of having an orgasm is far from being as entretaining as playing around in bed. It's not his main objetive during sex and thinks body fluids are disgusting, but naturally he can't always resist it. He's tolerant, but tries to clean it as soon as he recovers his breath.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You once tried using toys on him, specifically a dildo, and he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. He will never actually confess this to you, but that time you got him to display his ass for you to play with his anal hole and prostate, oh lawd have mercy. He lied and denied moaning your name once as if his life depended on it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A virgin before you, honestly. Clumsy and unsure at first, but after you show him the ropes and realize what he likes, he'll catch up and be more confident and demanding. Basically the experience he gained was because of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Cowgirl/Cowboy. He gets to command you as you ride him, doing little to no job, he enjoys the view. But rarely any position disgustes him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Hell naw, Kai is the most serious when it comes to sex. It took you and him a lot of time to get him to be intimate to just be goofing around.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He depilates full body, no doubt, specially his pubic hair. He feels cleaner and purer that way. You can always count Chisaki is always clean and his body hair is always depilated.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He needs a settling of his preference to have sex, it needs to be planned and set on a specific date, he doesn't like surprises. But once there, he's very focused on his goal at the moment and makes sure everything goes as he wants (this seriousness got you turned off sometime) but at the end these ideas of his have the only purpose of enjoying the act with you as much as he can despite disliking certain things, exposing that Kai cares for the moment and wants it to be as fullfilling as he can make it (for both of you) though he is not expressive about it, this is a secret he keeps locked in the depths of his heart.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Unexpected erections have bothered him. He does not masturbate regulary because of his thoughts on body fluids. But when he really needs an release, he prefers taking his time in his bedroom. He also does it taking a bath, he feels relaxed and unbothered knowing he'll be clean after that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM (dom. role)

BDSM (sub. role but won't admit it)

Humilliation (giving)

Humilliation (receiving but also won't admit it. he enjoys struggling to have someone not taking him seriously nor respecting him, he gets desperate and he loves it)

Begging (receiving)

Not a kink, but loves staring, he makes you do interesting positions to see you and your gorgeous figure from many angles as existing.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

No other place than his bedroom, it's the only place he'll find the eventual peace and privacy he needs to focus. Nevertheless, the bathroom at the bath can be an option too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erotic dreams

Unexpected flashbacks of you during sexy time

Using his alias "Overhaul" during sex. Gets him in a power position he enjoys very much.

Power dynamics ↑

Rubbing genitals

Grinding against him

Cute sets of lingerie/revealing clothes, dark colours only (like black or dark purple)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing outside the bedroom, public sex is a 100% no-no. Also getting out of his comfort zone too quickly is something he does not enjoy very much, he rathers taking his time for certain practices.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Not really a giver, but man, get on your knees to suck him dry and he'll be thinking about it for weeks. It drives him crazy when you swallow his seed and leave him all clean, it's like a dream to him <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends! Kai's most common pace (during penetration) is slow and deep. He enjoys hearing you say how he fills you up and your needy pleas everytime you ask him to please increase his speed, which he happily complies, switching from slow to intense.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It is not his preference, Kai prefers taking his time to do the thing, he would not do a quickie no matter how desperate he feels, the much he'll do is to tease you so you tease him back, feeding his imagination for when he has time to have sex with you properly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I said public sex it's not his thing, but making you scream of pleasure so everyone knows he's the one you're crying and begging for? Absolutely. Kai is not worried of someone interrumpting (because no one would interrumpt him during intimacy, like, have you lost your mind) so he takes the chance and he strives to let everyone know he is -also- brilliant in this.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Kai has the stamina for as many rounds as you can imagine, but he cuts it off after the first round, maybe he'll go for two rounds maximum if he's really horny.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If he can make you moan his name without touching you, he will use any toy of your preference. He bought a set of toys to try them out on you. But you had the chance to see his cheeks turn red when you proposed using the toys on him. "Nonsense" once said he after a dildo proposal, but the "D" in "Dirty secret" has its origins here, where after many attempts, he let you play with his ass (best feeling ever but his fragile masculinity will keep this secret hidden for a long long time).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Flirting/getting in the mood: He teases subtly, if he is the one to take iniciative, he'll be whispering lewd things into your ear as he grinds against you. Not much temptations here, it's just to settle the mood.

Foreplay: He teases more during this part. He subtly caresses your body in order to make you needy, touching very lightly your skin and rubbing your needy and wet pussy with the tip of his gloved fingers or the tip of his cock. Kai is cruel, if you want something you will have to beg for it.

Main act: You wish he stops his teasing here, but you'll have to keep begging for him to do the things you want him to. It'll take you from two to three pleas (they don't have to be coherent tho) to get what you want, after that, have fun!

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sighs, groans and low moans. Kai holds a heavy fragile masculinity close to his chest, I can swear that, but he can't always stop himself from releasing lewd noises, specially when he's receiving a lot of pleasure, he would need to be totally aroused and overstimulated to whimper outloud, which is weird to happen (but when it does, he lets out desperate moans, his voice manages to make them sound dirty and needy as he reaches the climax.)

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Undress torso and kiss his pelvis. He can go wild for how soft and sensitive that part of his body is, every kiss against that zone can send jolts of electricity through his abdomen, making Kai release sighs and low moans of relaxation. A pleasant and satisfying feeling, it sends him to a more comfortable state of mind that makes him enjoy sex a lot more, easing his worries on being in constant touch with another person.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I'm tempted to show that screencap from the anime where we got to see Overhaul's back, because wow. A toned back and strong chest and arms, his body is like an inverse triangle so his legs seem thiner compared to his torso. But what we care about in this alphabet is about his ✨ size ✨. Average, clean and depilated pubic hair, it's a little curved but not too much. It gets a little longer when it gets hard.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Low. It's normally on you to get him in the mood, but sometimes Chisaki takes iniciative mostly after thinking about sex for a few days (or even after an erotic dream.)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It takes him a while, specially at nightime. Kai rathers to take a shower and pee first, maybe do a little of aftercare to you. He also changes the sheets, sweat makes him uncomfortable. Theeen after that he gets comfortable and cozzy on his clean and fresh bed with you by his side and falls asleep.

masterlist | rules

#curious if you're reading this i took inspiration from your alphabet #i never described a pp before 😥#overhaul #kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #i enjoyed making this woaww #overhaul my man<3

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no-name-blu · 4 months

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Can you tell us more about your oc's??

Oh I am going to make you regret asking this /j /aff

This will have VERY LONG explanations and unintelligible ramblings so that's my warning

Melissa The Magnificent

So the first Welcome Home OC I made (a bit cringe)

She used to Playfellow Workshop's first concept of their tv about Melissa's adventure to be the best magician ever! She also used to have powers in her eyes kinda like Wally (Well, a lot of my oc's plot is derived from headcannons, anyways-)

But then turns out doing Melissa's tv show is way too big to handle for them but they were already halfway through production and the puppets are all created.

So they decided to recycle the materials for scraps, even the sentient puppets. Melissa tried to protect them all, failed, but since she's some ✨️special✨️ kind of magical puppet. They decided to take out little materials from her, and take away her stuffings to make sure she doesn't move, then they rip off her eyes. No clue if they kept it safe.

Anyways, she's locked away for about decade until she's brought back to be a new character for Welcome Home just to spice up the show, since, she's a magician.

No one in staff trusted her so they never gave her back her eyes, Melissa got her own ways to see (I'm not explaining that part). But still, she's eyeless and struggle with her surroundings. Occasionally she has to leave the neighbourhood to "perform outside of town" when in reality she's being observed by staff to see if they're willing to give her back her eyes. So far, they don't trust her.

Some other cool fact, cus she does have magic, she also knows other universes exist (idk why I did that, I just think I've cool)

Plus, her magic is more focused on controlling her environment and those around her. Though she can't do much because she doesn't have her eyes

John Doe

This one is honestly wild.

Kind of like a Pinocchio story, some time in the 1930s where an old man lost his daughter, decided to create a wooden marionette doll to cope and it ended up being alive! How did he do it? Did he know how? Or did he wish upon a star? I'm not gonna answer cus idk and didn't bother to make an answer

Anyways, somehow this rich family found out about the doll's existence and payed the old man SO MUCH money for a butler doll that will serve to their kid since he doesn't socialise much and the parents suck, they do not give a shi. So the guy tried to make a new doll but it's not coming to life, he felt like he had no choice but to sell his alive-wooden-puppet-daughter-replica to the family. At first the father is mad why the butler looks feminine, but it's a puppet, why the heck does gender matter-

Now working for the kid and given a new name, Booker. They did grew close together until that kid had to like leave the house for years, so Booker took care of the house and the parents by himself until the son comes back.

But this kid, now a grown buff man, reqlly changed, he snaps out more, getting more furious as the days pass. One day this kid planned out a whole gathering, didn't bother to hide Booker a secret from his friends. Planned or not, this man snapped on the puppet and beat him up, since he's made out of wood it's not that hard to break him apart.

The others on that event got killed too, their bodies got dumped in that lake/sea with also the puppet's body.

That puppet was supposed to be dead, instead he woke up seeing himself being prepared by the Playfellow Workshop staff and gave him the name John Doe (He lied he forgot his name). Plus, John can see and talk to ghosts now, at first he's panicked but he was being fixed at the time and can't move. But those ghosts calmed him down. They also have something to do to help John from not dying :D

Anyways now as a new character of the show to be the whole neighbourhood's butler. He talks to the ghosts too, they're his friends.

Plus, I always ship him with Melissa. They're happily married (I think. I drew the proposal but I haven't done the marriage). The OG may be a bit happy, but in other AUs I love making them suffer. I just like the idea of a couple who always find each other in every universe just to be doomed in the end

Briella Bedazzle

This OC is still a bit new and she's very delulu, possibly the darkest amongst the others (I can't tell, they all had it very bad)

So she doesn't have a sad upbringing like Melissa and John.

Briella just owns an ice cream parlor in the neighbourhood, serving her friends with a smile

But she always have this feeling she deserves more than this life. She hates being the cheerful ice cream lady, she wants to be more, way bigger than Wally Darling. Briella wants to be a human so badly.

Playfellow didn't like that, and so they decided to make a new copy of her to replace her. Out of desperation, she killed the copy and pretended to be the replacement. But, when she killed the copy, she notices blood coming out of it. Though, that's just Briella seeing her own reality false, they're cotton, but she sees blood.

This made her believe at first, maybe all thw puppets have blood and they're all humans at first. But another puppet had a tear accident and Briella only saw cotton. So, she believed maybe she, herself, is the only one who was human. Briella got in a tear accident by herself (she would never hurt herself) and all she sees is blood coming out of her own tear, though in reality it's just cotton, she's just so convinced in her own belief it really changed her perception on reality and disorganised her thinking-

But this really starts her beef with Playfellow since they would try to keep replacing her and she keeps killing off the new copies and pretending to be the replacement.

Well, to change this topic to something light, I wanted to try out oc x canon with her for a while now. I decided she's having an enemies to business partners to lovers trope with Howdy Pillar! They may think they're competition to their stores, but they both love capitalism so much

I am so sorry for the long rambled I put you through-

Not really

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home ocs #welcome home original character

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