#every time he talks to ash im like 'step away from the boy!!!! walk away weirdo!!!' and he never does
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Wish I never came
Captain john price x f!reader
Summary: being johns wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.
Warnings: angst(why doesn’t anyone write about how scary price can be when hes angry peepaw is cra), hurt/comfort, 141 task force loves you, price is fucking scary.
Part 2 out now!
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Every first friday of the month you bring the boys and your husband a homemade meal to base. It’s been tradition for almost two years now since the first time you did it on a whim, John begged you for a good roast so you surprised him with some and since there was so much you’d brought the rest for his task.
Today you've perfected the dish gaz asked for, they decided rotations on requests now because it became unfair when soap requested meals only he liked 4 months in a row.
You packed all 4 meals in airtight thermal containers and put them in the car before heading towards base about 2 hours away. The military police men greeted you by first name when you arrived and buzzed you in.
“I've never been happier to see someone in my life.” soap rushes you and traps you in a hug while gaz takes the two bags from your hands.
“Good afternoon, wheres simon and john?” you greet both of them with smiles something that was relieving to see in a place like this. The common area was empty during this time of day so it was clear they weren't here.
Before they could answer simon came in, eyes looking more exhausted than usual. He gives a weak attempt at an ‘hello love’ a common and yet sweet name they’d picked up for you.
“I honestly wouldn't go into his office right now hes a little um on edge i’d say.” he grabs his thermal bowl from the bag its always the black one, this way they dont fight over which bowl has more.
“Nonsense simon he’s my husband, im just going to bring him this and be on my way.” simon shook his head turning a satisfied groan at the taste of real food in his mouth to a disapproving one at your persistence.
“love maybe listen he’s under a lot of pressure right now, its really not the time.” gaz interrupts simons beginning of a sentence.
Without another word you just grab his bowl and a fork setting off torwars his office which at this point you could get to blind.
“Are we just going to let her do that.” gaz looks to the two men.
“We warned and she’s right thats her husband i mean worst he’ll do is ignore her, loves her too much to hurt her.” ghost grumbles.
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The air is tense on your way down the hall but you approach his door regardless as the familiar scent of a lit cigar fills your senses. You give two knocks before walking in.
“Hey just brought you some lunch.” you say quietly as you walk in observing the splay of files on the floor and desk.
He grunts and doesn't even spare you a look which yeah it stings but it was expected.
“Okay then can I leave it right here?” you point at a spot on a coffee table thats somewhat clear.
“Do whatever you want with it, mm not hungry.” he says lowly while taking another drag from his cigar letting the ash fall freely.
“So should i just leave it in the kitchen, i can just-.” you didn't know why you were rambling or nervous even john had only ever made you feel safe.
“I fuckin said do what you please with it, I’m busy.” the tone made you shiver, and yes maybe you should've just left it and talked to him later but this wasn't a behavior from him you've ever experienced.
“John I-”
“Jesus fucking christ take the food, leave the food I dont fucking care but get the fuck out of here as soon as you can thankyou!” His voice makes you flinch as he throws a stack of papers on the floor with an unneeded force, he yelled at you for the first time ever and you couldn't even process it. Was time bending or had the air become thin, you didn't know but you took a few weary steps back towards the door and left the food by the entrance on the floor finally closing it, once you were back in the hallway air found it’s way to your lungs as you took a deep breath.
“Hey its okay come on.” gaz was there gently caressing your arm along with the two others catching up behind him in the distance.
They never thought hed talk to you like that but right when they heard that deep threatening drawl boom from the common area gaz was the first one up and out. He was always overly protective of you.
You weren't crying, no but you wanted to. You just closed your eyes for what felt like ages and whispered an ‘I’m okay’ and left without another word.
Once you reached the comfort of your own car your heart caught up with the speed of your brain and tears poured, the last time you’d cried like this had been in childhood. Without another second you sped around the lot and out of the exiting gates wishing you'd never entered them in the first place.
You got a call not so long into your way home, maybe five minutes if you estimated correctly and you almost gagged at the picture of you and john that popped up as he rang you.
The boys were the ones to call next but you just dazed out on the long road ahead, disassociated from the outside world around you. You stopped at a cafe you particularly enjoyed in a town near your home needing to clear your thoughts.
Price had waited and even started counting seconds to see if you'd pop up on the ring camera he installed to keep an eye on you, it brought him comfort especially when you'd make cute gestures at it or talk to him through it as you brought groceries inside. But now you should've been home an hour ago at most and still no sign of you.
He had not comprehended how loud he could get and he really only snapped out of it when soap appeared in his office with a very disapproving look. Then he finally noticed the look of fear in your eyes or how the sweet smile you always wore was a frown and then his gaze made it to the container he’d grown so familiar with by the door.
“FUCK!” he could cry grown man tears, he spoke to you how he sometimes speaks to his soldiers and the strings in his heart felt like they were on the verge of combusting.
“You fucked up captain.” soap added to the fuel before leaving his office.
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Anyone feel that chest pain.
Re-blogs and feedback are appreciated 🫶
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sorry if you’ve answered this before, but im curious, what is your opinion on blanca?
omg omg inviting me to rant about banana fish? im kissing u thru the phone soulja boy style
god i cannot fucking STAND blanca and i have three main reasons, two of which are actually serious and justified.
1) he took his own personal demons, projected them onto ash (and yut lung too but i'm gonna focus more on ash here) and then proceeded to NOT HELP HIM. blanca was made into a killing machine the same way ash was by a specific group responsible (for ash; dino and his men, for blanca; the military). he found love despite this in the form of his wife, natasha, who died because of a 'reported' terrorist attack, which blanca himself says was probably her being targeted by the very people he worked for. despite his own personal history of the group who took advantage of him taking his love away, his advice to ash is to return to the group who took advantage of him. he tells ash to give up, to return to dino, to lose eiji the same way he lost natasha. he is a grown man projecting his misery onto a teenage boy, very much the same way yut lung refuses to see ash happy because he projects onto him too much and refuses to see him happy when he himself can't be. the difference is that yut lung is SIXTEEN and blanca is an ADULT. it's childish and cruel and takes advantage of ash's insecurities
2) he is incredibly inconsistent. a lot of the fandom have pointed this out already and in much more coherent ways than i will, but the general consensus is always that blanca hardly stuck to the things he said and was constantly changing his mind on things and was just generally a bit all over the place in terms of his purpose and loyalties. in the manga you can see blanca have some sense of morality when he tries to help ash when ash was younger, and then he just turns around and COMES OUT OF RETIREMENT to work for dino. he can't make up his mind and it means i can't even respect him from a 'morally grey' viewpoint
3) he is so incredibly ANNOYING. this man acts like a film studies student. someone who reads hemingway and genuinely enjoys it and isn't embarrassed about it is someone you should avoid at all costs. he is just so fucking annoyingggg every time he opens his mouth im like bro SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! blanca recites his one liners in the mirror before he leaves the house. he wrote 'a lynx and a rabbit can never be friends' in a stupid little journal DAYS before he said it and did a dumb little chuckle about it kicking his feet in the air. blanca does slam poetry and he's terrible at it but he thinks he's good. he's convinced he's the main character it's so embarrassing just STOP TALKING im begging you
#i hate blanca#if you like blanca then that's fine too i just personally cannot stand the man#every time he talks to ash im like 'step away from the boy!!!! walk away weirdo!!!' and he never does#but anyway anon you letting me rant about banana fish is actually free therapy#if anyone else has any questions im literally not subtly at all DESPERATE to rant#ask#banana fish#blanca#banana fish spoilers
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maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]
A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]
pairing // katsuki x female reader
tw // cussing, smut
warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia
theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au
keys // y/n
words // 1.8k
a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!
previous part
y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open.
a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”
“why’d you block me?”
the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.
the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.
“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”
heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.”
“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly.
y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.”
the math section is where it all goes downhill.
hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back.
katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!”
a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.”
the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again.
now that was definitely unexpected.
“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”
“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily.
his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second.
“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock.
“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?”
a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?
with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth.
the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”
spank.
“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”
“u-understood.”
“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”
y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?”
the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips.
“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside.
y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had.
“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”
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headcanon : the first time they hold your hand
✧˖*°࿐ headcanons of midoriya, todoroki and bakugou for when they hold ur hand for the first time
✩‧₊ izuku midoriya
ෆ so you two have been dating for a few weeks and there had been no advancement of skinships of any sorts as u two wanted to take things slow
ෆ and midoriya was shy as fuck
ෆ you two would always walk back to the dorms together after classes (when there was no after school training of course)
ෆ midoriya decided that today would be the day he held your hand
ෆ as you were rambling on and on about how cute eri was, midoriya kept glancing at your fingers
ෆ sure your fingers had grazed his once every now and then but he wanted to know how it felt like to hold them properly
ෆ he admired the shape of your fingers and he imagined how they would feel like intertwined with his
ෆ as you talked, you noticed that your boyfriend who was surprisingly quiet
ෆ you side eyed him and saw that he was staring at your hands
ෆ midoriya kept mumbling words of encouragement to himself whilst playing with his fingers, wondering if they were worthy enough to hold yours
ෆ then, he felt your hands reach his
ෆ your smooth fingers laced into his slightly rougher right ones and BOY was he flustered
ෆ he was looking at you like Σ(O_O)
ෆ “do you want me to let go?”
ෆ midoriya’s cheeks burned bright red and he shook his head quickly
ෆ you chuckled as the two of you continued walking to the dorms with your hands intertwined and cheeks flaring
✩‧₊ shoto todoroki
ෆ you and the other members of 1-A were currently watching the fight between uraraka and bakugou
ෆ you, like every one else, was on the edge of their seats as uraraka had been engulfed by the ashes produced from the aftermath of bakugou’s explosion
ෆ you were mumbling prayers for her so that she would stay safe
ෆ todoroki, who was sat beside you, was gazing at his hands with an unreadable expression
ෆ it was a mix of regret, fear and anger
ෆ you sat back in your seat and your eyes instantly moved to todoroki who didn’t notice your stare
ෆ your eyes then moved to the very noticeable man who was bursting in flames in the bleachers then back to todoroki
ෆ you and todoroki weren’t really close so you assumed that he was spacing of because his father was here
ෆ “are you nervous todoroki-san?” you asked with a slight head tilt
ෆ this seemed to snap him to reality
ෆ "u-uh you were staring really hard at your palms and your hands are quivering,”
ෆ todoroki immediately clenched his shaking palms
ෆ “it’s totally normal though! i’d be nervous if i was going against midoriya and if my parents were watching me too,” you chuckled
ෆ but todoroki didn’t seem at ease at your words
ෆ you thought that he had some sort of family complex with his father by the way his eyes twitched hen you said parents
ෆ and so, you decided to keep your mouth shut
ෆ but you couldn’t help but worry about the male beside you who wasn’t in his right mind
ෆ you glanced at his hands
ෆ todoroki felt a warm hand on his cold ones which startled him quite a bit
ෆ he turned his head to you but you were facing forward at the stage
ෆ “sorry if that startled you. i just uh thought you needed some comfort,”
ෆ when you were about to lift your hand off, worried that he was uncomfortable, he grabbed it back and held onto your hands gently
ෆ surprised, you stared at him with a flustered look on your face
ෆ you placed another one of your hands on top of him
ෆ “your hand...it feels nice,”
✩‧₊ katsuki bakugou
ෆ you and bakugou have been dating for around a few days
ෆ the news of you two dating surprised everyone
ෆ even All Might
ෆ (who had heard the news from midoriya)
ෆ no one would’ve expected your cheerful, positive and cute self to be dating the arrogant, hot headed and egotistical bakugou
ෆ anyways,
ෆ you were in the living room with the girls of class 1-A, having a gossip session
ෆ and bakugou who had woken up to get a glass of water happened to overhear your conversation
ෆ “so...how far have you gone with bakugou?” ashido asked you, wriggling her eyebrows
ෆ the girls started ooing at you
ෆ you puffed your cheeks and brought your legs to your chest, folding your arms around it
ෆ “we haven’t even held hands yet,”
ෆ all the girls started gasping and shaking their heads
ෆ “what? you’ve been dating for nearly a week...you two really are moving slow,” sighed asui
ෆ “it’s okay to take things slow,” chirped yaoyoruzu, attempting to lift your mood
ෆ “but i want to hold his hand,” you whined
ෆ “like in the dramas and shoujo mangas...i don’t think he likes physical affection,” you continued
ෆ bakugou gave a small ‘ttch’ at your whines and stomped back to his room
ෆ the next morning you were humming to a tune of a song as you slid your sneakers on, then proceeding to tie your laces
ෆ “ochaco-chan, wait for me!” you jumped up from the stairs, calling out to the brunette female who was a few steps in front of you
ෆ uraraka was about to walk back to you when she noticed a blonde male’s glaring eyes
ෆ she gulped and ran away
ෆ you raised a brow in confusion
ෆ “you’re walking to school with me,”
ෆ the loud raspy voice from behind you startled you
ෆ “oh my god bakugou that was scary as heck,”
ෆ bakugou didn’t reply but instead walked ahead of you
ෆ you followed him behind
ෆ “why do you suddenly want to walk to school with me hm?” you asked him with a teasing tone, nudging his shoulder lightly
ෆ bakugou grumbled
ෆ “because i’m your boyfriend,”
ෆ your cheeks flared red and you stared at him with a shocked expression
ෆ "and boyfriends do this too right?”
ෆ he faced his palms upwards towards you
ෆ your mouth opened wide
ෆ you stared at his scarred hands
ෆ “what? do you not to hold hands?”
ෆ “n-no! i mean yes! i want to hold your hand!”
ෆ you shyly placed your smaller hand on top of his larger ones
ෆ you looked at bakugou who had a small flush on his cheeks
ෆ “but your hands are kind of sweaty though,”
ෆ “what if you suddenly make an explosion?”
ෆ “this will be the last time im holding your hands!”
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BRO I JUST A TOP TIER GAY IDEA. SO OUR FAVORITE HAIR STAND BABE GETS JEALOUS BECAUSE SOME CHICK KEEPS LIKE LOOKING HER AND KOICHI UP AND DOWN. SO SHES ALL "BITCH KOICHI IS MINE STEP OFF", AND CLASSMATE IS LIKE "Girl I ain't checking HIM out boo 👀"......IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITES
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA TO REQUEST THIS WHEN IM BEING A SAD PINING GAY FOR MY GIRLFRIEND.
You think she didn’t notice you staring at them? Staring with those big ol eyes?
Wrongo bucko.
You stared in class at them. Stared when they walked out of the school building, stared when she showered her handmade gifts on him. It was nauseating.
The smell of infidelity, it was something she could get a whiff of in the air like a beagle locked on the scent of butthole balloon cocaine at a TSA checkpoint. Be it if Koichi had a new love interest, or someone was interested in him. Not something someone as paranoid as her would be able to miss even if there were thousands of life’s distractions to put her off the scent. She caught you the first time when she had finally invited Koichi to a cozy little cafe setting, waltzing on by like you didn’t follow him part of the way and glance longingly at their love. She wasn’t fucking stupid. Yukako knew what a longing glance was, and she was going to wring your neck out for it.
Every single time she caught you staring you ran, face turning red as a beet as you scurried away from the scene. At one moment she got so caught up in Koichi’s hesitation that she spilled her coffee and screamed at him.
She also decided after that date and confession got tainted that she was going to slam your face into the pavement, because after she returned from showing that class rep bitch who Koichi really belonged to, she saw you sucking up to him, trying to get sympathy from her one true love. You both were in an empty classroom, Koichi patting your back as you wailed in agony at his feet, kneeling on the floor.
How dare you... how dare you make a move on him behind her back.
You were twisting your skirt in knots, probably trying to make sure he got a peep of your underwear. From where she stood she could see it was a rose print pattern. What a fucking... you were just after one thing weren’t you?!
“How could anyone love me?!” she heard you blubber like a dying walrus. “I... I’ve never even had a boy like me. I’m so stupid and ugly and worthless-...”
“Hey hey hey!”
Yukako was seething. Spewing lava and hate when she saw Koichi lunge to hold you, rubbing your back gently as you got your filthy pedestrian tears all over the blazer of his uniform.
“Don’t talk like that...” Koichi’s voice was so soft, so kind, nothing like Yukako had ever heard before.
“You’re not any of those things. I think you’re beautiful and smart, and funny, and anyone who can’t see that has got to be blind! I think you’re very sweet and lovable too.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah! Totally, I mean if you were even interested I’d even go out with you!”
Now, it didn’t help that you had essentially turned the knife counter clockwise in her chest, sealing your fate forever to be just another teen casualty. Because her mounting rage was of Friday the 13th proportions, ready to burst through the window of your room with a machete in the dead of night and hang your entrails like fairy lights around your wall. She knew when she’d do it too. She was going to patiently bide her time and wait for your little “heart to heart” to end, lurking at the edge of the shadows and planning to ambush you when you least expect it.
That was the plan originally. She was waiting for you after school when there were no witnesses, confident she would get you. But how could she have any clue... Not the faintest idea of what to do came to her mind when she heard you cry out her name.
“Yukako! Yukako Yamagishi, I love you!”
She whipped around, almost too angry to hear what you said until she found herself immobile. You’d taken her hands, nearly falling out of your penny loafers when you leaned in, and you kissed her right on the mouth.
The whole time her eyes were wide open in shock. The mounting rage she felt... the burning flames of hatred, where did it go?! Suddenly her first kiss was gone and she noticed you didn’t really know what else to do from there because all you did was give her a quick peck and you were already shaking and out of breath.
She didn’t even focus that long on her kiss being taken by another girl, too busy wondering what had changed as she watched your eyes glitter wetly with tears.
“Yukako, I’ve loved you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you. I think you’re wonderful, and I don’t care if I’m weird or wrong or whatever, because I love you so much it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”
Yukako blinked. That’s all she could do. Didn’t really have the coherence to do much else except blink owlishly at you. All her feelings were in such a jumbled mess, like clothes in a dryer.
“I... I’m not good at sewing or cooking, I can’t give you material things like a sweater with love in the stitches or some adorable box lunch... I don’t even have money to buy you expensive presents. All I have is a heart full of all my love to give, and I’d do anything to make you happy. Will you... will you be my girlfriend?”
It was as if the fire that burned brightly in her heart had burned so hot and fast that every bad feeling, every negative thought or psychotic fantasy she had about you had suddenly gone up in smoke. Every single part of Yukako’s consciousness seemed only left to ash. You didn’t want Koichi. She heard that part as you continued to babble on helplessly despite her silence, completely unsure of how to respond as she learned the obsessive thoughts she had about one person had been the thoughts you had for her. You continued to pour out your heart, not giving her one opportunity to speak. Anyone could hear it in the way that you were talking to her that you were on the verge of breaking down into tears. Your face was contorted into embarrassment, from the kiss she could feel the heat of your cheeks radiating on her clammy skin. You were still holding her hands and she felt her whole body vibrate because of your nerves.
“Yuka-... I... Yamagishi?! I... I’m sorry...!” Now your voice was starting to crack when you realized she was immobilized. “I... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have kissed you... I...”
Tears. Great fountains of tears and bubbles of snot appeared and melted like ice cream down your cheeks, lips and chin. Your voice only got more choppy and your legs started to give. Her silence was deafening. She didn’t even know what she felt anymore and could only just watch as you sank to her knees, still holding her hands and not making a move to wipe your face.
Without thinking, she squeezed your hands.
The shock of her touch made you squeak like a mouse being crushed under a combat boot. Yukako knelt down to the floor with you. One of her perfectly embroidered hankies peeped out of her skirt pocket, and she only let go of one hand to fish it out as she carefully wiped every tear and bubble, wordlessly telling you to blow your nose as she placed the cloth over your face.
A soft, pale hand touched your burning cheeks. Her skin was so clammy and cold, like a compress when you had a fever it helped soothe you into calming down. A hiccup sounded in your chest, making you look small and vulnerable.
You looked her in the eyes. Locked with her. She saw the passion. The love. The devotion and pure worship. Everything she wanted staring her in the face.
Still unsure, but willingly, Yukako leaned into your space. Her lips cushioned yours, begging for another first kiss.
#jojo’s bizzare adventure#jojo’s bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable#jjba diu#jjba diamond is unbreakable#yukako is gay#yukako yamagishi#yukako yamagishi x reader#wlw#yandere mention#jjba#jjba x reader#koichi hirose
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In Cold Blood - (Whumptober prompts 4, 7, 22)
Kit Herondale, Belial, Sammael, Tessa Gray, Jem Carstairs, Mina Carstairs
The Princes of Hell are looking for the perfect pawn and Johnny Rook's protection spells performed on Kit as a baby aren't enough to save him... (Or- my take on this thread about possessed!Kit in TWP)
Prompts: Taken hostage (Prompt Four), helplessness (Prompt Seven) and Demon (Prompt 22) for Whumptober
TW: offscreen violence, demon possession?
The two demons watched as the teenage boy shifted uneasily and cried out in his sleep. “No Ty… not if you do this, not if…” he fell silent. Then his body locked and stiffened. He called out in horror and despair-- “LIVVY!”
Sammael looked appreciatively at the boy’s long limbs, which, despite their coltish appearance, had nascent muscles- the promise of a powerful warrior if trained properly. And his face was fair, framed by golden curls and a strong jaw, and despite his nightmares, sweet and open. All the better for seduction and persuading the unwary to trust him, Sammael thought.
“Well done, brother- I think he will do well for our plans,” he said, adjusting the portal window so that he and Belial could spy further into the room.
Belial smiled. “He’s not of my line but his protection spells are weak- they were not completed properly. And there’s a hint-” he sniffed. “A hint of dark magic around him- that should speed the possession.”
He started forward, clawed hand descending towards the opened portal to draw the shadowhunter boy into his realm. But his brother’s arm thumped across his chest, stopping him.
“You have him for three days,” Sammael reminded him. “And then you must allow our brothers to take their turns.”
“You should find your own,” Belial said, a sulky note entering his voice. “I want this one.”
“Most shadowhunters have intact protection spells so you know that would be challenging. Also, this one…” Sammael said, watching the boy carefully. “His faerie blood will do nicely for the final stage of our plan. You must share.”
Belial tossed his head, moonlight glinting off his immaculate dark hair. “Understood,” he said shortly. His grey eyes glowed. “No matter- I should be able to accomplish my goals by that time. Starting with my plans for the inhabitants of this house.”
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Kit opened his eyes, blinking as he took in his surroundings. His limbs felt oddly heavy and his mind felt unfocused, and he tried to shake his head to clear it. Strange. He couldn’t quite manage it.
He was in Mina’s room, dressed in normal street clothes and standing by the door, hand resting lightly on her dollhouse.
Mina was awake and sitting upright in her bed. But something was wrong, Kit realised. She was watching him with a wary look, her dark eyes solemn and unsure as she huddled in her covers.
“Where’s Kit?” she asked, her voice small and tentative.
What was Mina talking about?
To his horror, Kit could feel his face move into a rictus of a smile and he walked forward even as she shrank back from him on the bed.
Was he sleepwalking? Was this a waking nightmare?
No. The voice was low and seductive, caressing across his mind. You’re under my control now, Kit Herondale.
Mina screamed as he grabbed her.
But suddenly he was the one screaming, as his hands burned uncontrollably and he dropped her, her light yellow magic trailing away like smoke wisps. She scrambled away and the fear on her face sent a stab of pain through his heart. The… presence, whatever, whoever it was seemed to find delight in this, almost broadcasting its feelings directly into Kit’s mind.
There was a thundering noise in the hallway and Jem and Tessa burst into the room. Jem was an incongruous but deadly sight holding a long broadsword and clothed in only an undershirt and tight white underwear, while Tessa, despite the late hour and wild hair, projected an air of sharp competence as she held her hands up, blue flames dancing between her fingers.
They took in the sight of their two children.
Tessa was the one who understood it first, a look of shock and dismay crossing her face. “Kit?” she asked, slowly.
“Hello, daughter,” it said, the words leaving his mouth in an unnatural way, and Kit could feel a cold amusement from the being currently controlling him.
“Belial,” Tessa whispered, and Jem let out a muffled gasp but his grip on the sword didn’t waver.
Panic rose through Kit as he considered Tessa’s response. He tried to push, strain his muscles, blink his eyes. Anything to regain control over his body that was being controlled by a freaking Prince of Hell.
Nothing worked.
“I know we said we were even, the last time we spoke-” and Kit could feel his focus switch to include Jem as well. “But I’m afraid I… lied.” He gestured down his body. “And it was rather careless of you to have left such shoddy protection spells on another of your children.”
Tessa narrowed her eyes. “Let him go.” She raised her hands again.
“Or what?” His arms crossed, and he leaned casually against the bedside table. “You’re hardly about to attack me away, not while I’m wearing this.”
And Kit thought he would do a million chores, and a thousand tough training sessions, if it meant he was never again referenced as a demon fashion accessory.
Tessa’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly towards Jem. It was the smallest of gestures and if he wasn’t so aware of their tiny tells, having lived for three years with them, he wouldn’t have realised that they had just shared a plan. Unfortunately, Kit realised with growing horror, as his hand suddenly raised in a familiar gesture, Belial seemed to have direct access to his very thoughts.
I do indeed. Thank you
Jem lunged towards the bed, arms outstretched to scoop up Mina. But he was intercepted by Belial taking control of Kit’s powers - the same powers he and Tessa and Jem had spent hours carefully training, safely- and knocking him with a giant invisible force, slamming Jem into the opposite wall of the nursery, where he lay crumpled but still conscious, eyes wide with pain.
Tessa snarled and with a couple elegant gestures, a crying Mina flew into the air, landing safely into her arms. Mina burrowed her head into her mother’s shoulder.
“I do need both your children, Tessa, my darling.” Kit sauntered over to her but stopped short as a solid, invisible wall stood in between them.
“Over my dead body,” she told him, her eyes furious as she stroked Mina’s back protectively.
“How very dramatic,” Kit heard himself drawl, looking down at his fingernails in a bored manner.
There was a growing sense of a burning, hungry power building in him and Kit summoned all his willpower to fight Belial if he tried to hurt Tessa or Mina or Jem again.
I won’t let you hurt my family.
He could feel the demon scoff at him, as he stepped away. With a few sharp gestures, he outlined a door frame, and reality bent and shivered for a moment before a doorway opened. On the other side, Kit could see city lights and hear cars honking, as a balmy breeze drifted through.
“I’ll go have fun with this one first, and we can return to discuss your daughter later,” Belial told her as he stepped through, easily sidestepping Jem’s pained attempt to try and tackle him.
“Kit!” Tessa’s cry was suddenly cut off as the doorway winked close.
Kit raged and swore and drew on every scrap of knowledge he knew- Shadowhunter and Downworlder alike- but it did no good. He was powerless and worst of all, as he walked down the busy urban road, he felt insignificant, a feeling that was highlighted by Belial’s next words to him.
Oh, you’re still here. I don’t think I need you around for this part. In fact, I think for this first time- it’ll be more fun if you’re not.
The next time Kit returned to consciousness, he was lying in an alley somewhere, his head throbbing and it felt like a bucket of paint had been thrown over his face and body, his clothes tacky with it. But instinctively Kit knew it wasn’t paint. He looked down.
There was blood on his hands.
So. Much. Blood.
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(Yes there will probably be more to this story - this was too much fun to write. Which Prince of Hell takes control next?? Also, am thinking a Kit / Ty reunion while Kit is still possessed... )
Taglist: @sandersgrey @dontmindmyshadowhunting @shadowhunting-hooligans @of-same-steel-and-temper @hardlymatters @storm-of-ruination @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @roundtom
Previous Whumptober fics:
Prompt One - "You Have To Let Go" (James Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs, Matthew Fairchild)
Prompt Two - Choking/Gagged (Dru Blackthorn, Ash Morgenstern, Ty Blackthorn, Kit Blackthorn, L.A. Institute inhabitants)
Prompt Three - "Who Did This To You?" (Cristina Rosales, Mark Blackthorn, Kieran Kingson)
(link to prompts)
#whumptober2021#no.4#taken hostage#no.7#helplessness#no.22#demon#tsc fanfiction#fic#the shadowhunter chronicles#kit herondale#belial#sammael#tessa gray#mina carstairs#jem carstairs#carstairs gray family#my fanfic#the dark artifices#the wicked powers
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Less is more darling
Warnings: Mature, Smut
The heat had been unbearable in LA for the last few days. The outside felt like a sauna and being inside felt like a crime. Moaning you moved through the house looking for Ashton. When you found him he was busy with his phone, while talking to the person on the other end a smile spread on his beautiful features. You tried to ignore how beautiful he looked, distracting yourself you drank a large glass of water. Few minutes later Ashtons happy laughs filled your house "Guess what y/n. We are going to a pool party at Sierra and Luke's! Go get ready baby!" His voice was thick with excitement as you gulped down the water. Ashton lifted a brow at you, he had expected you to be bouncing off the walls or at least to match his own excitement. Before he had a chance to say anything you gave him a quick kiss before making your way to your closet.
Arriving at the party you clutched Ashtons hand in your own. Before you made it inside he was pulled away from you, as always. Normally you wouldn't mind, but lately you had needed him whenever you were in social situations. You hadn't voiced it to him or anyone for that matter, but your anxiety had hid new levels and it was affecting you in numerous ways. Only a few moments late you found yourself talking to the girls. Sierra was a close friend of yours and the next best security blanket, when Ashton was busy. The other girls who were speaking with you and Sierra was beautiful, absolutely goddesses. It was like that in LA, looks meant everything and sometimes that was the most hurtful thing to think about. You couldn't help your eyes from wandering down to the chests of the girls around you. You had always been on the lean side, and your boobs were nearly invisible, most of the time you didn't mind but right now you felt like crawling into a hole and hide forever. The feeling of being less of a woman, even less of a human began to creep into your body. Trying your best to shake the feeling you searched for Ashton, but your heart dropped when you saw him deeply engaged in conversation with a beautiful busty woman. You trusted Ashton, he was surrounded by beautiful humans all the time and life would be very tough if you did not trust him. But right now you couldn't help the burning pit at the bottom of your stomach, tears began to pool at your inner corners. Quickly you excused yourself and found a corner to lick your wounds in. You tried to calm yourself as your breath was uneven but it felt hopeless, the people behind you were having the time of their life while you silently were falling apart, even Ashton were unaware of your current state of mind.
But across the pool Ashton had noticed how you were covering yourself with you sundress even though everybody else were left in their bathing suites only. He also noticed how his beautiful bubbly girl was standing quite unfocused on the conversation she was a part of. As she turned her back to the rest of the party and her body only allowed shallow breaths Ashton was fast to leave the conversation he himself was engaged in. Crossing the distance with big steps he wrapped his arms around you from behind, relief filled your body as you turned in his grasp. Burring you face in his neck you allowed the sobs to escape your body, the loud music drowned the sounds at the moment was only shared between you and Ashton. Ashton stood silently just rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down, when you finally felt yourself calming down you took a step back "Can we please go home?" your voice was small and almost pathetic but Ashton understood the panic in your voice "'course darling" his large thumb dried your tears away before he pulled you into his side.
As soon as you arrived at home you hurried inside desperate to cover your flat chest. Ashton knew you, and he respected that you weren't as communicative a person as he himself was. However, he was a bit frustrated when hours had rolled by and you stilled hadn't offered an explanation for the sudden breakdown. "Baby" his voice rang through the house, and though you had been hiding in the sunroom you knew you had to offer him something "yeah I'm in here Ash" you voice were tired as you prepared yourself for the confrontation. His large frame entered the room and as if he was dealing with a wild beast he slowly approached you before he spoke calmly "Are you ready to tell me what that was all about?" he nudged your knee with his own as he took a seat next to you. Playing with the pages of your book you looked up at him "not really" it was clearly written across his face that he wasn't satisfied with you answer. Before he had a change to say anything you spoke again "I know I owe you an explanation, but I can't give you one right now, I'm just not ready. Please don't push me with this one." You were never really one to set boundaries so while Ashton was incredible proud of you he was also frustrated. Tucking lightly at his hair, he slowly turned to look at you a gentle smile spread across his lips before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. He stood up and left you alone again.
Hours passed, those turned into days and still you and Ashton wasn't really talking, neither of you were mad at the other but you both got lost in your heads. Ashton went around thinking about you falling apart in his arms before you sheltered yourself from him, he felt like a terrible partner who had missed the cues. You, on the other hand, went around with a crippling self-esteem, you wanted to open up to him but you couldn't. It would just bring more attention to the fact that you were less of a woman, that he deserved someone who had a larger breast area. Along those days the temperature had risen and you had struggled with finding clothes to wear, everything showcased you flat chest. Loos closing were your only friend.
"Honey, I'm home" his voice brought you from your thoughts, wearing his loos sweater you walked to the center of the house where he just had announced his return. "Hi ashy" he smiled as his nickname left your lips, it felt like an eternity ago since you last greeted him like this. His arms open up for you to snuggle against him and you happily agreed. His lips found yours and for the first time in days you felt as if you might had a change to make it through this. "Whats going on in that pretty head of yours?" his question was intrusive and you took a small step away not ready to open up yet. "Y/n, baby please" he was desperate, knowing you brought this pain on to him brought tears to your eyes "No no, don't cry. I promise what ever it is we will figure it out. Together, you remember?" his arms were still around you as he played with the hem of your baggy shirt "Why are you wearing this baggy clothes lately love?" his voice was more careful this time but you still winched as he rubbed salt in your open wound. Getting the memo he grabbed your hand before dragging you behind him "what are you doing?" he didn't answer you as he continued to move towards your bedroom. He turned towards the big mirror in the corner of the room, without hurting you he sternly brought you in front of him so that you were facing the mirror. You avoided looking at yourself as you made eye contact with Ashton. "Look at yourself darling" his voice was soft yet decisive. You took a quick glance before meeting his eyes again. He gripped the hem of your sweater and brought the fabric over your head. Quickly you clasped your hands across your chest, protecting your nude form from both his and your stare. His large hands rubbed your arms as he gently worked your arms down to your side again "Look at how beautiful you are baby" his chest was warm against you back, offering a small comfort as you began to fall apart in front of him. "You can't say that. Im more flat that a skinny teenage boy"you spitted at him, your words made him furrow his brows as he let out a sigh "Thats not true baby, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon" his ran his large hands from you shoulder across your collarbone "You are so dainty" he smiled as his hands continued exploring your skin, "Your breast sits as two perfect cherries, so perfect" his hand came down to massage your breasts. "I love how firm your boobs feels in my hands" he gave them a squeeze, a smile still tucking at his lips and it was beginning to rub off on you "I love how you look so damn elegant in anything you wear" "I love how you can ditch the bra, so I can look at your nipples all day" As the words left his mouth he tugged at your nipples, your head rolled back onto his shoulder as a soft moan left your lips.
Ashton kept your firmly against his chest as he told you how amazing your smaller boobs were to him. You felt him hardening against your back and you felt yourself grow wetter with each words that left his lips "Darling, do me a favor and get rid of your pants and underwear?" he gave you a questioning look in the mirror, checking if you were still okay with the situation. You undressed yourself as he did the same. His hard cock was released from its confine space and you couldn't help but moan at the sight, his eyes meet yours as you made your way towards him. Just as you reached for his cock his stopped your hand "It is all about you today baby" you mind was clouded and before you noticed he had you back in front of his chest as you faced the mirror. "look at yourself while please you baby" his voice was warm and husky against your spine, sending a shudder through your body. You fixed your eyes upon your own body, following his hands as they followed every curve of your body. He finally reached your slit and his fingers lazily played with your lips, you whined as he once again pulled a finger through your wet folders without caressing your clit. "Patiences baby" he chuckled into your ear. You began to grind onto Ashtons hand, as you grew more and more desperate for a relief "no, no, no baby, you gotta wait" the mischievousness was obvious in his voice as he enjoyed teasing you while being able to watch your whole body in the mirror. After teasing you for multiple minutes Ashton decided that he had had enough of teasing you "pleas baby" you wimped and just like that he burrowed one of his long fingers inside of you "fuck Ash" your moan was loud but your whine was even louder when he stopped moving his finger "Keep your eyes open baby, I want you to watch yourself or else I'm gonna stop" you struggled to keep your eyes open but you wanted him to continue. He added another finger as he pumped viciously inside of you, his lips worked on your neck and in-between kisses he whispered sweet nothings about how hot he found you. "Please Ashy, I want your cock" that was enough for Ashton to rip his fingers from you slit, he spread your juices on his cock as he pumped it a few times. Position himself behind you he pushed into you, the air was filled with both of your moans and skin slapping against each other. "such as good girl, taking my cock while looking so beautiful" he words made you clench around him and moan out loud, without you noticing you had been playing with your left boob for a long period of time. Ashton felt proud as he saw you enjoying your body "Fuck y/n, you looks to good playing with you tits as I'm fucking you in front of a mirror" you gasped as he snapped his hips into yours "I I'm gonna cum fuuck. " He helped you chasing you high by brining a thump to your ball of nerves and just like that you felt firework blossom at the pit of your stomach, he kept you against his chest at his chased his own high. "Fuck y/n" he moaned into your ear as he came into you. Ashton kept your close for a moment as you both came down, he slowly dragged out and pulled you into the bathroom with him. He turned on the shower and turned to you, his large hand caught your cheek and he caressed while looking into your eyes "I love you so muck baby, you are really so so beautiful " you smiled at him "I love you baby, thank you" a sweet kiss was shared between the two of you. The shower was filled with sweet touched and a comfortable silence.
The next night as you laid in bed Ashton looked at you for a second "what?" you laughed at him as he moved to hold you closer "I was just thinking... I love you, and I think your body is amazing. I would never want you to change, I prefer you just the way you are. But if the size of you chest is such a big problem for you, you could change it? please don't hear this as me wanting you to change love" You smiled knowingly at him "Its ok ash. I thought about it but you made me realize that I should embrace myself as I am" He smiled bigly at you "Is that so love?" He moved to hoover over you "You know, words are just words till you bring the to life" you laughed at him "one direction really?" he laughed back at you before attacking your side with his long fingers, tickling you until you were gasping for air. The room was filled with loud laughed from the both of you, Ashton kissed your lips before drawing back slightly "and another time love, I will always be here to lift you up, so please involve me?" You nodded be pulling him back in, feeling grateful for the loving goofball who was trapping your body against the mattress.
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I'm not sure of your rules, but after seeing you want some villian requests. I'm happy to oblige. A senario where Shiragakis s/o starts her diabolical plan to tease him (maybe sitting on his lap and grinding on him), feed him all her attention, plenty of kisses and then she rises and runs out saying "catch me if you can!" A big game of catch and mouse that ends in full adrenaline infused smut scene.😏 What do you think?😁
You have been answered. Seriously though, after i posted that i wanted villain request 3 people asked me, like a the same time, not even 5 minutes after i posted it. But im not complaining. u_u
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Title: Catch Me if You Can
Shigaraki x Reader
Warnings: Teasing, wall sex, sending rat boi nudes
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Your boyfriend sat on his chair staring at the computer screen as he talked to his online friends. You grunt in disapproval as you pouted wanting his attention. You laid on the bed before a light bulb flickered in your head and a devious smile made its way across your face.
Why not tease him?
You stand up as you go over to Shigaraki, hovering over him from behind his chair. Your hands snake their way to his shoulders. You could feel his whole body tense at your sudden touch before relaxing as you rubbed his shoulders, giving him a little massage.
Your fingers slide up his neck as your hands rubbed his scalp in slow, delicate circles, making your boyfriend silently purr in approval. You lean down over his chair to move a part of his headset. He growled at you before stopping as you sent his praises through his ear.
“You know..your such a great villain Shiggy, one of the best i say.” Your words felt like music to his ears as the thoughts of him being the number one villain with you by his side made his pants feel tight. He grabbed his water that you had given him a took a sip to ignore the ache in his pants.
“And what’s a better way to celebrate being the number one villain then fucking your girlfriend raw?” Shigaraki spit out his water and got it all over the computer screen. His face red as he replayed the dirty words that just came out of your mouth.
He turned around to look at you, trying not to show how flustered you made him by hiding it with an angry look. But when he turned around you were gone.
“Fuck...” He looked down at his water soaked pants seeing the outline of his hard cock outlining his pants.
Just say goodbye to your pillow.
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You sat on the dusty old couch in the bar as you stared at your phone. A sly smirk made it’s way across your face as you see your boyfriend siting at the bar drinking.
The others were across the room, Twice and Toga playing the knife game as Spinner sang the song, while Dabi, Mr. Compress and Magne stared in disapproval.
You look at your phone once more as you open the messaging app and open Shigaraki’s contact. You then send him very revealing pictures aka nudes as the pictures only showed you in a very tight school uniform, black lace lingerie, at one pic of just your breasts in general.
You look at Shigaraki while hitting the send button. A light ding come from Shigaraki’s back pocket. He grabbed it with four fingers, turning on the phone and going to the message app only to see explicit pictures of you on the screen.
You could see him shiver then move around in his seat. You snicker to yourself before you walk up behind him and blew wind at his ear. He snapped his neck at you, his neck and ears tainted a slight pink as his eyes behind father wide with disbelief. Your hands traveling downwards before grouping his crotch giving him a firm squeeze, making him low growl.
You started you rub him harshly through his pants under the bar counter, while causally talking to Shigaraki as if nothing is going on. You look at Shiggy once more, seeing him grip his glass tightly, trying not to show any signs of whats going on. If you listen close enough you could hear panting coming from him, but the noise was drowned out by the music in the bar.
You take your hand off his crotch, satisfied leaving Shigaraki all hot and bothered. You smirk at him seeing his cock twitch in his pants begging to be released.
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Shigaraki sat on his gaming chair once again playing with his friends. Your eyes raked his body, thinking of what else you could do to finally get his attention instead of him playing hard to get. You quickly sat up and walked over to Shigaraki before plopping on his lap, making him let out a small breath.
HE grumbled underneath his breath but made no attempt to remove you, which only led to your next step of your plan.
You slowly begun to move your hips against his, grinding on his crotch. You grabbed his face and peppered him in kisses. No place was safe from your lips.
Your kissing and grinding on his lap caused Shigaraki to grind against you as well. His cock growing by the second. Your hands found their way up his shirt as you begun to tweak at his nipples causing him to let out a gasp. You took this to your advantage and shoved your tongue down his throat, making Shiggy’s eyes blow open.
All the attention he was getting from you was distracting to say the least, you had been doing this all week, but why? Surely you would continue after this right? After a week of you teasing him he would be able to finally fuck you.
Just as his hand begun to grope your ass you shot up from off his lap and walked behind him once more. Leaning down whispering in his ear,
“Catch me if you can Shiggy.” You say before running out of your guys shared room in a hurry, hearing a thud coming from the room.
The once silent halls were filled with sounds of footsteps chasing on another. Your giggles echoed off the halls as you saw Shiggy try to grab you carefully.
Your breathing became ragged as you started to slow down from lack of air. Before you could process a second thought a hand grabbed you and dragged you into a shoe closet, effectively making you yelp.
Shigaraki pulled you into the shoe closet, closing the door before shoving you into the wall. Slamming his lips into yours as he put your legs around his waist.
“Fucking bitch. You think you can get away from teasing me like that without getting punished?” He growled as his hips bucked into yours, causing small bits of frictions against your clit. Your hands slithered their way into his hair as you tugged on the blue locks making his hips grind faster against yours.
His hands made way to cup your breasts roughly causing you to yelp out at the aggressive attack. All five fingers made their way onto your shirt and bra as the fabric slowly turned to ash underneath you. His lips hooking onto one nipple as the other one was being pinched and pulled by his hands.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your nails raked on his clothed back, ripping the shirt. You let out pants of desire which were music to Shigaraki’s ears. His hips thrusting more roughly against you, growling remembering that there are clothes in his way from letting him be inside you.
His left hand decayed your pants before pushing you to face the wall. Your exposed chest getting pushed up against it. Your body shivered at the cold feeling of the wall before the sound of a zipper rang through your ears.
“Revenge time.” Shigaraki snickered before you let out a scream at the sudden intrusion of his dick entering your cunt. His hands snaked around your waist as his hips snapped against your ass.
“S-slow down!” You whimpered as Shigaraki showed no mercy to your gummy insides. His cock pounding against your cervix made you dig your nails into the wall leaving behind scratch marks. His panting right next to your ear made you turn around to look at him before a sly smile made it’s way to your face again. There before your eyes was every Shigaraki fans dream,
The shiggy ahegao face.
His tongue hanging out of his mouth as drool run from the corners of his mouth, beads of sweat rolling down his face as his eyes were in the back of his head. His face pink as his moaning could wake up the dead.
Your head flipped back laying your head against his shoulder, giving shigaraki the time to latch on to your neck, wasting no time covering your neck up in hickeys and teeth marks. Making his claim on you.
Shigaraki raked two fingers down your stomach before reaching your clit. HE spent no time rubbing it in harsh circles, no listening to your cries of over-stimulation.
The string in your belly snapped as a wave of euphoria crashed over you, leaving you pretty much lifeless as Shigaraki did a few more thrust before coming in your cunt. Leaving you both gasping for air.
The adrenaline finally wearing off as Shigaraki let you go, making you fall to your knees.
“Thanks for rearranging my insides.” You said as your feet felt like jelly. You try standing up only to come crashing down again.
“No problem now come on. I ain’t done with you yet.”
#mha shigaraki#shigaraki x y/n#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki smut#tomura shigaraki x reader#mha tomura#mha#bnha smut#bnha#mha smut
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𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘈𝘚𝘛 𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘖 𝘋𝘐𝘌 [ 𝘭.𝘫𝘯 ]
⧏ the second volume of rouiyan’s debut series, till death do us part ⧐
synopsis: “i will keep you,” he says softly, as sweet as black tea, “and i will keep you warm.” (Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless)
✧ prince!lee jeno x crown princess!reader ✧ royalty au
✧ genres : fluff, angst ✧ word count : 5.0k ✧ disclaimers : brief descriptions of nudity (nothing sexual), allusions to sex (nothing explicit), malintent
read volume one here: of the heart.
when the moon, in all her glory, begins to set, Mother Nature begins each new day by inhaling the misfortunes of the day before and blowing out frigid breaths in their stead. this morning is no exception for nothing is so clear as the wisps of fog that lie just beyond the horizon, a velarium of sorts, over the forest canopy. the sun is a little early today, but it is for naught, since its rays are caught between the tendrils of fog right as they begin to show. perhaps Mother Nature woke up in a bit of a fit today, seeing as the skies are already oozing the grays before the blues have yet to surface. Her fingers gently stir the clouds to ensure that they collide right where the earth most needs it and She's joyful in the sense that Her work can be admired from far down below. after all, the paintings She conjures in the skies are nothing short of masterpieces.
like a ceiling folding in with the pressure of water leakage, the clouds from down below give off an air of distress. the air itself is heavily encumbered with a clarity found only after the rainiest of days. and if not for the sake of the story, the author could spend hours droning on about Mother Nature's tour de force, she really would, but instead she will insert a few lines from a symphony:
The autumn mist drifts blue over the lake,
The blades of grass stand covered with frost,
The flowers' sweet scent is gone,
An icy wind bends down their stems,
My heart is weary.
Der Einsame im Herbst (The lonely one in autumn), from Mahler’s Das Lied von der Erde
in the exact opposite sense that Mother Nature loves her leaves, with tender fondness and a forgiving hand, prince jeno's father has never loved his second son more, with an impassioned sneer and a bagful of riches in mind. at least, that is exactly what prince jeno himself thinks as he skims through yet another letter, this time from his father.
son,
never did i think i would enjoy the prospect of a winter ceremony as much as i would this, perhaps you would also like to see an early coronation. i've made the necessary arrangements, i assure that you will not be suspected in the least but keep caution and wariness by your side, our family name is already a great deal tainted. thought not for long, i'll be sending a carriage to retrieve you for your rounds back home, we've ought to get going on them. the damsel is a sight for sore eyes, i presume, i'd hate for her to foil our ambitions; she is much in your hands to attend to now. i'll see you by the throne soon, my lad.
king of the southern mines, your father.
the prince's vision narrows upon the words 'coronation, arrangements, suspected, foil, throne,' and he is already a sight of frustration, fingers gripping the paper with such force that his short nails are digging into his palms through it. seething, he tears his eyes from the script before him but instead, they land on the previous letter sat atop the open escritoire. the one from his mother. the stamped edge of the paper lifts with the wind that filters through the window just above it and he has the sudden urge to let it be carried away wholly. jeno crosses the room in four steps.
with both the pages collected in his hands, jeno crouches by the mantle, the roar of a fire licking up before him. his face is drawn in concentration, jaw stiff and clenched. the lines of his brows are met with a furrow in between, set above the meek lines of his eyelids. his pupils dilate, albeit out of habitual need, in the reflection of the inferno before him. he's ever-so-aware of the distinct scent of burning coals that siphon and sharpen his reminiscence of home. it's sentient, the feelings of familiarity that overcome his senses, halting his movements, his fingers clutching the papers in a way that almost tells of longing. longing of a seemingly different world entirely, one that he has only ever known until a few weeks prior. being washed anew in distant lands and over the course of a single lunation, jeno finds that he's never felt more mismatched from himself, disconnected from the people who raised him in contrast to the people who have brought out the better in him. but the embers are not the only thing he smells, not the only he sees, or heeds to.
the pearly carrara marble of the mantle tells stories in the grayed lines that trail across its posh surface. his eyes rove over the white, the faith and purity of your heraldry binded with the emblem of your family. the white of angels, of untainted relations, sterility in empowerment, the inviolable you. the white tells stories that the black never could.
so jeno finds a warm pleasure in the way the flames overwhelm the papers with eager enthusiasm, the damned words of his parents receding into mere ash. prince jeno thinks he could forever part with the world if it asked him to feast his eyes on this very sight until the end of time.
despite arousing before the sun, you are disappointed when it starts to chase your wakefulness. there is something edging the growing unease in your mind, as if time is trickling down the drain of the past, too fast and too unforgiving. as if time is berating at your senses, telling you there is much more than what meets the eye but for the life of you, you cannot pinpoint what. for now though, you tend to the pressing matters at hand, jeno has been called home for his rounds, rather abruptly.
"perhaps i should go with you, rounds don't always have to be made by one per-”
jeno cuts you off effectively, "they are very much a one person duty," he assures pointedly. your nose scrunches, the light inconveniences starting to rub off on your exasperation. in a tired voice you mumble, "we could always change it up a bit, i'm sure." jeno chuckles heartily at that, his hand coming up from his side to rub out the lines of stress in your forehead.
"little miss princess, you're saying that as if you do not have rounds to complete of your own. i'm almost certain you host are a far greater amount of people that wish to be invited to the ceremony than i have-"
it's your turn to cut him off now, "why don't you stay with me then?" in attempts to enhance the force of your resolve, you uncover a hand of your own from under the sheets to comb through his locks. the way his eyes instantly close to relish in your touch paired with the little purr he gives is almost telltale of your victory. almost.
jeno pauses, his eyes flicker back open, and a soft knowing smile runs along the features of his face as he shakes his head, in knowledge of your artful tactics to wear him down. "and neglect my kingdom and their desires?"
you've left the feelings of frustration behind, instead deciding to fool around with the boy, to see what you can get out of him for good fun, "but we've yet to decide what flowers to use as centerpieces. and whether we're throwing a private or public ball. wedding preparations are surely more important than handing out personal invites…we can cut corners one some niceties." jeno knows better than to let his guard down. the jeno around y/n isn't to be trusted as easily. he settles for words of comfort instead, "i'll write."
"well, that's of course. silly of you to voice something as unequivocal as that."
a pause and his resolve is slipping, "maybe a few short visits back wouldn't hurt." you lick your lips in good-natured fun, another pause, "i'm sure my father wouldn't half mind if we cut it a week short." your eyes look hazy to him, though in reality they are simply amused, and drawing words from him he isn't even sure he's saying. "or- or maybe i could convince him, or try to at least…," he trails on and on.
your satisfied a certain amount and, suppressing a smile from giving away your plotted schemes, you mutter quietly, mostly for your own pondering, "i'm thinking alliums would make a statement, blue alliums." jeno gives a noise of confusion, unsure of how you've suddenly come to talk of flowers. "the centerpieces, i mean." jeno's silence only urges you on, "alliums, or blue alliums at that, are symbols of unity and good fortune. i think that'd make a nice combination with a base of milkweed, dignity and freedom, if my memory serves me right."
the prince has found his voice, "what of the rounds?" but he's met with a small chortle, "nothing, a month is a month, i'm sure we'll work around it."
"but, i- i'm not sure i understand. you were adamant enough a millisecond ago, and now-"
"and now i'm telling you i was toying with you, dear sir. such fun it is when you let on more than you'd like."
jeno's cheeks flush, the warm color dusting the bridge of his nose, apples of his cheeks, tips of his ears. your warm smile and benign banter bring him the simplest of joys. he's not sure he's ever felt this way before. familiarity. and, not the familiarity that comes from his assigned butler since birth, or the old lady at the apothecary he's been to all his life that's paid to tend to his wounds. not the familiarity that comes with blood and playing house, the type of sickened familiarity he feels with his brother, doyoung, that every second spent with him is forced. the familiarity he feels with you is by choice, by genuine and sincere desire. you want to wake up in the mornings with him by your side. you want to spend breakfast pushing each other's toes away underneath the table. you want to hold his hand when he walks you to your carriage. you want to make love with him in the most ungodly hours of the day. which is exactly what happens that morning.
a day is barely enough to do all the things you've penned in your journal. things to be done before you were to be married, with the one you were to be married to. the list had been written, curated, and refined by nine-year-old you, who you must say, had some very good ideas, though verily a romanticist.
jeno is departing tomorrow morning, as early as the sun will permit, and suddenly you wish that it would never rise again. whatever the case, you set out first thing this morning, hand tugging along a very tired prince, for the bathing pool. nine-year-old you must have misinterpreted the meaning of 'skinny dipping' for swimming but you thank nine-year-old you because things seem to have worked out in your favor either way. jeno is jolted awake by the gelid water, the seasons now mark three-quarters into fall.
"go in first," you state simply, hands on your hips and eyes drawn down into the water. the single toe you had dipped in to test the waters is frigid and frozen. jeno, who has yet to finish undressing himself, nodded at your words. if he were looking in your direction he would've noticed the smirk on your face. he stands straight, boxers on the ground behind him as he takes place by your side, "cold?"
"not at all, surprisingly," he's looking at you now and your countenance can't help but decompose in front of him, a small, unsuspecting smile adorning your lips. "oh really, can you attest for that?"
the smile is now blossoming unto your cheeks, "are you telling me to go in first?" the prince nods at that, fully aware of your schematics, "yes, i would like to see you enter the warm water."
"you agreed to go in first just a few seconds ago, don't tell me you've backed out on your word," a feeble matter against the boy but he defends himself by saying, "devious little princess, as if this wasn't your idea."
you're equally defensive when you point out, "not me, directly, but rather me as a child-" he pushes you in. lee jeno, second prince of the esteemed southern kingdom pushes you into the subzero degree bathing pool.
assuredly though, he dives in a few seconds after he's had time to relish in your shocked expression and piercing screams. he's coming up for air, his hands have found your bare hips to make sure that you resurface together. or drown together, you think, because it seems his foot is caught in the crevices between two rocks and since he's writhing like a madman, you're writhing with him too. it's a strange sight, two very beautiful individuals, absolutely in love but absolutely inane, for if jeno had thought to let go of his grip on you, you might've been able to unlodge his foot altogether if he had not been set on wrangling both your bodies about.
it's four minutes later that the two of you are on the leveled bronze rock, now, absolutely loosing it over jeno's lack of common sense. both of you are having trouble breathing, spurts of water still occasionally gushing past his lips. he thinks you're most beautiful in your bare skin, with nothing to define you but yourself. he's running his fingers up and down your torso, lips connecting with the surface of your neck. he appreciates that you kiss him with such avidity, you always do. jeno loves that you make it known to him, that what you say, you mean. and that even if you were never to utter a word again, he would still understand the sheer vehemence with which you love him.
you cross off paragliding, building a snowman, and studying together for a test. not because they've been completed but because there simply is no plausible way to get them done with the deadline closing in fast. the next activity you present to jeno has his eyebrows raised in intrigue. he's quick to reply when you ask him.
"a moon, a quartered moon." the knowing smile that grows on your face tells him he's chosen correctly.
jeno gives a squeeze to your hand as the needle comes in contact with your clean skin. the first few minutes are highlighted by the sensation of a million bee stings, racking through your brain, but the rest is relatively smooth sailing. yours comes out just as good as jeno's, a small moon, a quartered moon, tattooed into the skin just behind the left ear. there specifically, so that it's known by each other and each other only.
there will be months passed before the moon becomes a sort of unspoken but affirmative communication instrument. when jeno loves you a little too much, he rubs the inked skin softly. his sleepless nights are cured with the pad of your finger upon the spot. between the many general meetings you're required to oversee in a day, jeno waits outside the conference room for you to exit, his fingers stroking the moon for the duration of the few seconds allotted to him before you're whisked away again. the symbol of night is translated into accounts of bonding, the smallest of things giving way to happiness.
you would say the uses of the 'lovemark' are amplified as the sun retreats and the mascot of your relationship shines brighter than ever. it's evident in the look on jeno's face, especially, a few feet below you, peering up your skirt with a dumbstruck look on his face.
"jeno, dear, now is really not the time." the boy clears his throat and looks away, baffled at how you'd caught him anyways. your position is so frightfully awkward, one foot on the top end of your chamber's windowsill, another bent and hoisted onto the flat ledge of your roof. "come on up now, and get those dirty thoughts out of your mind. for heaven's sake, we're here to watch the sunset and stargaze, not to pound into each other."
the prince laughs at your offhanded remarks, arriving himself on the platform. the view is expansive in the way that you can see the forest from here, the ocean if you squint, the hills set in the far distance, and the sky has never felt closer to the earth while the things you've always known to be near appear smaller and more distant than ever. even the gregarious tree stalks of the forest rise to what could be measured as an only inch from this outlook.
"nine-year-old y/n seems to have known nothing but fun days." jeno muses, leaning his weight back upon his hands. your eyes are glazed in an omniscient mist, "i'd expect so, she was born and raised with everything." the prince picks up on the tone of distaste with which you'd spoken your words. he turns to you and studies the hairs that fall in your eyes, "hardly fair."
you reply not a beat after, "not at all fair. if i were to accomplish one thing during my run as queen, i'd give the children opportunities of a lifetime." the thoughts tumble out of your mind, as if you'd known of this conviction of yours since you were but a child. your drive as a ruler, firm and headstrong to implement your values and beliefs on your subjects has been the sole idea that's grounded you in the castle for your entire time being.
"and what if you cannot?"
your first reply is dealt with in humble humor, "at the very least, i'd like it to be engraved on my tombstone that i tried." the second, is laden with a sorrowful undertone, "housing, schooling, meals and warmth in the winter. we have it the worst here up north. if they are without school, they are left with nothing." jeno's head turns to yours, he sees the slip of a tear and he wipes it away, only to be met with another. your voice cracks in despair, "there are no mining jobs to take up, no farms to harvest, aqueducts to run. i dread that one day i must rule a kingdom of arts."
jeno tries, he really does, to gather you in his arms but your sobs rack your body with such force that he is left to comfort your desolations with words and a hand on your back, "what is there to dread? are the arts so difficult to maintain?"
bitterness forms at the tip of your tongue, "no, jeno. i regress in the face that art is invaluable. but the world seeks to attach a price to every viable thing, to label the passion of others. and now, now the arts are for the rich, only for the rich. have you ever heard of a hungry man paint instead of seeking shelter from the rain? a woman who writes prose instead of feeding her dying children? there is no one who can live solely on art but the heavens have sent me to rule a horde of those very people."
the prince knows you need to voice the thoughts weighing down your mind, so he gives them a platform, a nudge, "a kingdom of arts would be blessed to house a queen with intentions such as yourself, surely there are others who hold the same principles as you."
"no doubt," your eyes cast on the forming stars, "but as much as i would love to trail a path of meliorism and say that with a tide of willingness, there will be change, i must not forget the real nature of the world we live in."
"and what is this nature that you speak of?"
"the drive of greed and sadism, in exchange for the feeblest of pleasures."
the world comes to a still in this very moment. the moon begins her ascent. the stars unsheath their full luminance. the whites of their gleam reflecting on the rooftop on which the two of you are sat. time and space shrivel in the potency of untainted humanity.
"we will bring change, you and i."
you feel your heart calm as your rambling ceases. jeno looks over at you and smiles.
prince jeno is scheduled to return in twenty seven days time. there is something that feels wrong about him leaving. a feeling that if he leaves, all hell with turn loose and you will be unleashed unto the dogs for ravaging. there is a coated and unspoken thought that splutters in your mind whenever you even dare so much as to begin to think of it. the possibility that with jeno's leave, you'll be left with the realization that it was all a phase of infatuation. that when you see him again, all the feelings that you'd built up over the course of a month and a few days was just a glamourized dream. that he was never real; the real that you needed.
"i'll be forever thinking of those lips on mine, maybe even missing them," you let, comically. jeno eyes you conspicuously, "and i'll be forever thinking of you, as a whole, not just the lips unlike you. a little fixated you sounded there, mind you." his little sniggers are given in response to your hands pushing his chest in frisky response. the prince pulls you closer into a final embrace, the coachman of his black carriage is awaiting his departure.
he parts from you and you can't help but trail behind him down the paved path. he's over his shoulder now as you let loose a sliver of your deepest worries, meekly, "i hope we never change, jeno."
the prince halts at the bottom steps that curl into the palace. he sees you, feels you, knows you, for he quotes, “i will keep you,” he says softly, as sweet as black tea, “and i will keep you warm.” (Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless)
jeno can hear the light pellets of raindrops hit the roof of his carriage. the gray skies are darkening by the second, it's telling him something that he's sure he doesn't want to hear. his fingers fiddle with the cuffs of his tailored suit jacket, something you'd requested be made for him when his stay was first prolonged. the prince is entirely clad in white and he knows enough to imagine the face his mother will make when she first sees him home. lee jeno doesn't remember a time when he's donned a color other than black, but somehow, the white doesn't feel too far from home.
with the white, his mind flashes with the events of the past month or so spent in your noble abode. you, on the other hand, rarely ever wore a color other than white, the most differing shade being a cream or beige. but even with all the lights, you never seemed to mind when they were dirtied. almost always, a day in the fields or by the bathing pool would drench a good six inches of your skirts in mud and the unfurled hems of your frocks or crinkled fronts of those sweaters you so often adorned were always beyond your notice. you were free in that way, never stopping to fuss over the little things you deemed unimportant. jeno thinks if he could live that way too and though he isn't sure if he can, he knows he wants to.
jeno can hear the spindles of the carriage gyrating with added resistance against the now watered-down mud of the trodden roads. his eyes are caught in the sky that looks as if it's to detonate at any given second. he predicts the thunder before it rings loud in his ears and he hears the coachman slash a whip to a trepid horse, an echo of the natural phenomenon. he wonders what it would feel like to be the coachman, out in the clamorring downpour, or perhaps the horse, blindlessly running to the crack of a whip, or the trees even, awoken by the threat of a fire. he wonders if he has any desire to be the lightning itself, to jab at the delicate foliage as he'd like, to set fire to that of which he doesn't like, to wield destructive power. he wonders, but he knows he doesn't want to.
lee jeno is in his carriage when he realizes what it means to be free, but not in the hindrance of others. he realizes what it means, not to rule but rather to guide without the oppression of others. lee jeno is also in his carriage when the skies turn black and a deluge of rain is unleashed upon the castle of white.
a man a few inches brief to the prince, but of higher rank in swordsmanship, is propped on the limestone trellis that holds the awning in place, his two feet hooked between the vertical balusters of stone and fingers clung onto the ridge of the balustrade. he finds it ludicrous that every individual of importance he has ever met, is so caught up in their own belief that they are untouchable, where in reality they are the most vulnerable of all. he thinks this, specifically, as he upturns himself over the railing and onto the landing, only to see that the king's door are left wide open, the only shield of protection being the pristine white curtains glinting a sheen of blue in the moonlight.
renjun is humored when, upon drawing the curtains back, the king himself is simply laying there on the ground, unconscious as he was informed he'd be. the knight presses two fingers to the inner wrist of the withered man and finds that he still has a job to finish. brandishing a blade from the underside of his calf, he deems the inscription on the handle fit for the deed. he drives it into the gut but makes quick work of it, the sputters of blood that erupt from the now-awakened royal something he wishes the guards just outside not to hear. renjun makes further assurance that the blade is firmly put in place, the stout palladium shaft protruding from the king's abdomen like the ring of a windup toy.
a black body bag is used to sheath the quickly-paling bag of bones. it is left under the light of the moon, through a skylight rounded in the dead center of the palace. around the malefaction, stairs wind in all directions from the ground up and if there were even one maid to have crossed the landing once in the night, she would have been met with what looked to be an unassuming trash bag. but fate had it so the sun would rise before your dead father was stumbled upon, an inscribed shank planted between his internal organs reading, this star-like solitude (Giuseppe Ungaretti, from Last Choruses for the Promised Land: XVI (tr. by Patrick Creagh)).
the blood that seeps from the measly opening in the bag is not silver, nor is it gold. it is blood red. the red of a brazen senex that perhaps preceded and proceeded his times, entangled in the intricacies of the new age, the new game of politics he simply had no means to play at. akin to the webs of an arachnid, the string of fate hung around his neck, thin and unnoticeable, cinching with each passing second until Mother Nature deemed his time up. the blood that seeps writhes in the rays of the sun, twines like the veins in the marble beneath it. it seeps until the figure in the sack is drained and the clumping skin of human remains is the same shade as the white tiling. red against white, white against black, the black of a crying sky.
read volume three: dearly departed.
copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.
✧ end note — i had such a hard time trying to pull this outta my ass in a way that captures everything i wanted to say. so thank you for reading this piece. it’s one of my most favorite things i have ever written, undoubtedly.
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Okay the second one is for shigaraki " I did you a favor, now pay up and I don't want your money"
•~Shigaraki Tomura. One liner ~•
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You shouldn’t have went to him for help for help. but what else where you going to do. your ex has been tormenting you for week, saying they would kill you and your family if you didn’t go back out with them. you can’t go back out with them, you just can’t. not after you worked so hard to leave them behind. you was doing the right thing.
right?
if you left them to live so freely who knew what would happen.in a way your like a hero. at least you tell your self that. your mind raced with every possibility, what if the man you hired couldn’t get the job done, he was to happy to get the request from you after all. What if they knew each other , family even and now they both wanted you dead. your heart dropped knowing you had to go back and see him today, as he said to come back in two days. maybe you should wait three, but wouldn’t that make you look suspicious.
you didn’t know what to do, well you did, you just didn’t want to do it. you shook your head that’s it you needed to go, the guy you hired will come for you if you don’t. you walked with heavy feet, it was like walking with 200 pounds on both ankles.
some how you ended up in front of the place he told you to meet him. An abandoned building, some of the windows were broken but the front door was still intact. the neighborhood all together looked sketchy, there wasn’t a single person out side. did people even live here. you eyed the door not wanting to go fully in.
“stop being scared and just walk in, just give him the money and leave that’s all that’s it” you tried to calm yourself down, it clearly didn’t work. you checked your self. your school bag on with the money in it along with your class stuff, you had to go to your classes after this and you can’t be late for it.
you stepped forward, palms sweaty, heart racing , mind flooded. you opened the door peaking your head in trying to see if he’s on the first floor. “h-hello?” your voice shook as you walked in keeping the door open just in case. you stepped in, jumping all to hard when the door slammed on its own. you didn’t think to much about, since you opened it from the outside it has to open again from the inside.
The room was dusty with couches that has dust and plastic all over them. “ hello?!” you called out again, thinking you walked into the wrong building “ come up the stairs” his voice called out, the sound of it alone made you, but you did as told either way, slowly walking up the stairs, each step held regret, you tried so hard to push it down and forget about the horrible things you did. But when you seen him standing there, his hood down and a hand hover his face, you knew,
you fucked up.
Your breath hitched, you covered your mouth finally realizing that you basically killed someone. “oh god “ you felt sick to your stomach, you had to do it, there wasn’t any other option hero’s wasn’t stopping him, no one believed you when you asked, you had no other choice. you couldn’t just run away, you had no other choice.
“I did you a favor now pay up,” he started , you pushed down your feelings and got your bag digging into it taking out an little plastic bag with the money clearly in there “ And i don’t want your money” it took you a while too actually process what he was telling you, but when you did. you looked up at him, his head was tilted but face still covered all together. “what?” you were clearly taken back.
“ what do you mean? WE agreed on the price WE agreed on the money!” you yelled at him, your voice shaking as you took a step back nearly falling over, you looked at him. “ wrong, all you did is talk and i said okay, never did i say that i’d take your money” you looked down, trying your hardest to remember the situation. “ not true, they person who told me about you said that you’d take the money” your body shook. “ that was just a clone i had got made to bring you here” your eyes snapped up to him not believing what you were hearing.
“no payment y/n, you did get a person killed after all, it’s time you pay up” he’s right you did get a person killed, one that had a family and all. “what do you want” you looked down ashamed that you did all this. he stepped forward “ simple really i want your body” you gasped “ my body?! you can’t ..i mean i’m saving my self” you lied maybe you can get out of this one. “yea fucking right, the guy told me how much he hit it on his death bed, made me want to fuck you too”
you shook your head “you can’t” that’s all you had to say, maybe if you offered more money he would take it. “ im getting tired of you saying i can’t when i clearly can, you are repaying me for killing your little boy friend” your heart at the word, killing. you did this and now you have to repay him. he won’t take the money. it’s not like your a virgin so it won’t hurt so much. maybe he just wants to see your body that’s it.
“ it seems like you wanted me to look at your body, who comes to see their hit man in a mini skirt” he reached his hand out pulling you over to him. pinkies out of course he isn’t trying to hurt you just yet. his hand felt dry and rough. but you didn’t stop him, you let him pull you in. he reached to remove the hand from his face, revealing a rather dry yet handsome man. his red pulls stared into yours, he had a beauty mark on his face, if he wasn’t so dusty he’d be a beautiful.
he wasted no time, none at all. to pull you into a kiss. his lips was dry but thankfully yours wasn’t and you gave him some moisture to make them feel at least some what soft. For a killer he knew how to kiss, his tongue explore your mouth his right hand pulling you closer. he fully grabbed your shirt, turning it into dust, making you shiver. he moved back watching your chest as if it his first time seeing some.
which made you blush and hide them, you wish it was dark so no one could see each other here. he ran his rough fingers on top of your breast, going to grab the bra strap making the bra turn into dust falling to your feet. he liked the way your tits juggled when the where no longer covered.
“ that’s all right?” a stupid question to ask really, you knew he wasn’t done “ now why would i be done, i didn’t even get what a wanted” he sat on the couch. opening his legs wanting you to sit between them. you couldn’t help but eye the tent forming in his pants. you slowly moved there on your knees looking up at him.
you looked so innocent
to him at least, he wanted to change that innocent look into a slutty one, have you begging for him. “ take it out and suck it, oh and if you bite me i won’t hesitate to turn you into dust. his words help nothing but the truth. you bit your lip taking it out shocked at the size. you didn’t think he’s be big, but he was. Bigger than your ex, you stared at it trying to figure out how you was going to possibly fit that anywhere in you. “ don’t just stare at it like an idiot”
you swallowed hard , sticking your tongue out to lick the tip feeling his body shiver at the sudden contact. he liked the way your tongue slid up and down him, but he was getting tired of just licking. he took the back of your head minus his pinkie and shoved your head down on him all the way until he got to the back of your neck, groaning at how his tip felt pressing you. you quickly relaxed your throat breathing out your nose, taking him in with a few gags. he loved to hear you choke on him, it lets him know that he’s big enough to make you choke.
he thrusted into your throat while slamming you down on him, being rough with you was just a plus, strangely you wasn’t fully complaining. you hated yourself for being so turned on while choking on a killers dick. the sound of wet slurping was heard threw the room along with his rough cursing. you moved your tongue around him lifting your head to play with his tip, taking him back in, what ever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you rubbed with you hand. he loved how your hand pressed on his balls.
you felt him twitch inside you, you quickly moved your head back but not fast enough since he shot his load on your face. you looked up at him, your tongue collected just a little of his cum, turning him on when you didn’t 100 percent mean too. it was heated and tasted salty.
he lifted you up on him with ease. “w-wait i thought you were done” he chuckled shortly, “ take a look , do i look done to you?” you looked seeing him still fully standing. his left hand went under your skirt grabbing your panties turning them into ash. you shivered at the cool air that hit your wet cunny. “ your such a slut y/n getting wet just by sucking a villains dick” he shoved two fingers in. “ huh i see why, you must’ve never had a dick this size so close to you before, since your all tight” he moved his fingers slowly going you your tits sucking on them, his teeth biting down lightly on your nipple, he switched tits while working his fingers into you cunny faster.
he pulled them out, placing himself at your entrance, “ please don’t i-it, won’t fit” you whined feeling his tip push in, he didn’t care about the whines you did, he pushed himself in groaning louder as you taken him in fully, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to him, he just moved into you bouncing you above him. you couldn’t hold back, who could when someone of his size was stretching your soft walls and hitting every single soft spot you had with ease. “you like this huh, just a minute ago you didn’t want this now look at you, riding me” you looked down, he wasn’t moving any more it was all you doing that. you didn’t want to stop.
you wanted to call his name out but you didn’t know it so you just moaned listening to his soft grunts. his fingers went down to tweak your little clit. feeling your inside flutter around him, he knew you was coming and was right, you moaned loudly cuming on him, soaking his dick up with your juices.
he wasn’t done, after all he didn’t cum. he held your still by holding his arms around you, he was thrusting in with all he had, the couch squeaked and the floors creaked. he groaned deeply with every harsh thrust he gave your sensitive cunny. he wasn’t going to stop though he loved feeling you tighten around him the most. his dick twitched “ please no please not inside” your breathlessly pleaded but they fell on deaf ears when he held your hips down pinkies out cuming deeply into you. you teared up feeling his hot seed fill you. he leaned his head on your shoulder. “ fuck” he pulled out letting his seed spill from you and onto the floor. “did i repay you fully” you asked, he looked into your eyes. “ i think you have more you need to pay off” ...
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would it be wrong if i say that i actually like shiggy dusty self? Anyways happy thanks giving and thanks for the 100 followers
#anime#im sorry it sucks#anime ask#x reader#ask#likecommentshare#mha#naruto shippuden#haikyuu!!#naruto#shigaraki x y/n#tomura x you#tomura shiragaki
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Bad Boy (Todoroki x Reader)
Pairing: Todoroki x Reader
Genre: Angst to fluff, and a lil spice ;), No quirk!AU
Summary: You finally get to see your childhood friend Shouto after years of being separated only to find out he’s completely changed.
BGM: “Younger” by Ruel
Word count: 2,781
Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak
a/n: God this photo fucked me up good when I first saw it.
I saw this picture on my search for images for my last Todo post aaaaand yeah, pretty self explanatory. I got to thinking, what if this poor baby finally snapped one day and was like "FUCK ENDEAVOR AND HIS ENTIRE PROGRAM, IM NOBODY'S MASTERPIECE" and he went the complete opposite direction. So enjoy a little bit of OOC Todoroki and a bit of a longer post than my usual stuff!
I’m really really sorry about not updating in the past few days. I was really swamped by college work and studying, and I was mentally exhausted and physically tired every day. Today wasn’t my day and I almost had a breakdown because a lot of things piled up in me, but I had to pull myself together somehow. Hopefully, after this week, I’ll go back to a somewhat regular posting schedule. Thanks for being patient with me guys, I really appreciate it :)
When my mom told me Shouto will be going to the same high school as me, I was expecting the same buttoned-up, shy, good boy from elementary school. Oh boy, was I wrong.
The boy I bump into in the hallway definitely looks like Shouto, but the only thing that's the same is his mismatched hair and eyes. Everything else about him was much different. His entire energy was different, even from the fraction of a second I focused on his face.
"Shouto?" I call when he's about to brush past me.
I don't think he's expecting someone to know him on the first day, pausing and looking down curiously.
The most shocking feature of all is the scar on his left side, a red blotch that covers the left side of his face, starkly contrasting his brilliant turquoise eye; a single ray of light in a scarlet sky.
As I'm gaping at the puckered skin, his eyebrows furrowing at my face as recognition slowly dawns on him. "(Y/n)?"
I'm relieved that he at least remembers me. "Yeah, hey." I don't really know what to do now. My first instinct is to hug him, but something tells me he isn't a fan of that sort of thing anymore. There's a coldness between us that's thick as a knife. "How have you been?"
"Fine," he answers curtly. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, leaning back in a way that seems uncharacteristic of him and more like a ruffian.
Does his not want to talk to me? I don't blame him, I haven't been in his life for a good eight years. "How are your parents?"
His jaw clenches. "Fine."
Oh. I struck a nerve. "Do you wanna catch up at lunch? What class are you in?"
"1-A." Overjoyed that we share the same class, I'm about to open my mouth, but he interjects, "But I don't think we should talk." That was the last thing he said before he strolls past me.
I'm stunned, following his receding back through the sea of students. I guess I shouldn't have brought up his parents when I know it's a sensitive topic, but I didn't know what else to say. And it's probably awkward to see someone you used to be close to talk to you again, but the least he could've been is polite. That's saying something, because Shouto was always the polite child.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Shouto has definitely changed since we were younger. He's become a delinquent.
He never even shows up to class. After our little encounter, he was slumped in his seat until the teacher finished role call, then he just got up and walked out in the middle of class and never came back. In all the days after that, his seat remained empty even at the beginning of the day.
At first, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. What if he happened to get sick and had to stay home? Then I saw his signature mismatched tuft of hair walking back home in the school yard, and I knew he was skipping.
After a whole two weeks passed of him skipping, I had enough. The Shouto I know would never cut class even if his life depended on it. During lunch, I went looking for him in the group of other delinquent kids in the back of the school.
"Todoroki?" the ash-blond ringleader ruffles his hair and scoffs, "Idiot must be off somewhere by himself like the damn loner he is. He picked a fight with me and I almost beat his ass into oblivion!"
I ball my fists up, more angry at Shouto than the group of boys eyeing me like a pack of wolves. "You guys are useless," I mumble, about to turn away from them.
"Aww, is he your boyfriend, sweetie?" the honey blond with a black streak in his hair smoothly wraps an arm around me. "He probably doesn't care about you, you deserve someone else who'll give you his time."
"Fuck off, who said you can touch me?" I shove his arm away and step back.
"Calm down there," the red head with sharp teeth taunts with a smirk, "You're getting a bit defensive. You sure you don't need help looking for your little prince?"
"I'm fine on my own, thanks," I huff, turning around to go look for Shouto elsewhere.
"Maybe I'll come with you," the overly-friendly boy blocks my way again. "If he's not your boyfriend, maybe we can get together sometime?"
"Not interested. Out of my way, Pikachu reject." I try to side-step him, but the leader grabs the back of my collar and whips me around so I'm face to face with his bared teeth.
"You're a bit rude, aren't you? Should I pull your head out your ass for you?" His crimson eyes glare his murderous intent into me.
I hold my ground, the anger against my irresponsible friend more powerful than any fear of this hothead possibly hurting me. "Don't act so tough if your talk is cheap."
He cracks his knuckles without breaking eye contact with me. "I'll show you cheap talk. Try waking up next week after I'm done with you!" he snarls.
I mirror his expression. I don't mind throwing hands at this guy if I have to, blood rushing through me to prepare for the fist fight. "I dare you-!"
"Enough, (Y/n)."
I can feel his presence right behind me even though he doesn't physically touch me.
Scarlet eyes shift behind me. "Took you long enough, hot shot. Your friend has just as much spunk as you, I'll kick both your asses!"
"I'd like to see you try, Bakugou," Shouto responds coldly. "We both know who'd win." Keeping his gaze locked on the aggressive male, he harshly grabs my arm and hauls me away. "Let's go."
I'm fuming with anger when we're back inside the building. I turn on him when he finally releases me, but he's already starting down the hall. "Don't walk away from me! We need to talk!" I stomp over, following him to an abandoned classroom. "What the hell is wrong with you?! First of all, you were a real ass when I talked to you last week. Second of all, you're not even coming to class like you should. And now you're already picking fights with that idiot out there? What's gotten into you Shouto?!"
"You were about to get into a fight as well. You should thank me," he comments coldly, slipping into a desk with books open on top.
"I could've handled it just fine without you! The only reason I was even there talking to them was because I was looking for you!" I hover over him, glaring down so he can tell how angry I am. "You'e skipped class all week, this isn't like you at all! How are you supposed to catch-?"
One glance down the the open books shows all the material we've been going over in class. He's already caught up to today's lesson, writing notes in his book and ignoring my presence. The entire setup makes me angrier. "I don't understand you, Shouto. What kind of act are you trying to pull? You're not a delinquent, why are you trying to act like one for everyone else? Or is this all because you're just trying to ignore me?"
His pencil stops moving and it slams down onto the desk. "A lot happened since you left, (Y/n)," the boy responds. His quivering voice indicates restriction of intense emotion.
The hurt is apparent across his entire face, calming me down. My gaze lingers on the left side of his features, over the eye that somehow looks perpetually sad. "How did you get that scar, Shouto?"
The boy's eyebrows furrow. "My father never let up on me after you left, and he got worse. My mother couldn't handle fighting him on her own anymore. One day, she snapped, told me how unsightly my left side was, and pouring boiling water over my face." His large hand gingerly covers his reddened skin. "And my bastard father put her in a mental institution after that. He did this."
My heart aches for my childhood friend, the boy I took care of and listened to all his problems. I can't imagine how much pain Rei was going through. For her to have lost it, she must've held such a heavy burden. When I had to move away, I felt so guilty about leaving him with all his troubles. He had no one else to reach out to and it was snatched from him. There wasn't a day I stopped thinking and worrying over him. I reach to take his hand and offer comfort. "Shou-"
Shouto bolts up from his seat, his taller figure hunching over mine, features screwed up in distaste. "You weren't there when I needed you most."
I'm taken back, hurt more than anything. "It's not my fault, we were so much younger, I didn't have a choice but to go with my parents."
A dark chuckle erupts from his lips, dismissing my excuses. "It's fine. It happened, I've learned to deal with it."
I'm about to blow my top with this kid. "Yeah, you've dealt really well, haven't you?" I roll my eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
My mouth gapes, letting out a sputtered scoff. "You're kidding. Just look at you! You're pretending to be someone you're not! You and I both know you were never the bad boy type when we were kids. You're the slightly awkward, naturally smart, driven, hardworking-"
"I was only those things because my father forced them on me," he passes by me, crossing his arms. "I don't want to be anything that bastard wants anymore. And if you can't see that, then we were never friends in the first place."
That's a stab in the chest. How can he say that we were never friends when we used to do everything together? A surge of fury rushing through me, I grab his arm to keep him from moving any farther. "You love watching superhero cartoons, your favorite was All Might. Sometimes, you're so damn lazy that instead of doing homework when you came home, you would sneak in a nap before your dad came home to see you slacking off. Your favorite food in the entire world is cold soba. You don't like extremely sweet desserts. You've always been insecure about how strange your mismatched hair and eyes look, but I always had to assure you that you're still the most handsome guy in our class."
Shouto halfway turns around to look at me.
"If we weren't friends, why do I know so much about you?" I take another bold step towards him, softening at the underlying pain etched into his features. "I know you always hated the way your dad expects so much from you. The only thing you ever wanted in your childhood was to be normal. The pressure finally crumbled down on you and your mom, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through it. But you shouldn't abandon everything that you are. You took after your mom more than your dad; you're sometimes a sassy son of a bitch, but you're kind and have a deep respect for people you admire. You have a natural sense of humor that you don't even know you have. You care about the people you're close to, you only struggle with communicating how you feel sometimes."
His lips part slightly, processing everything I just showered onto him. Guilt eventually creeps up on him, choosing to rub the back of his neck. "You...always did know just what to say."
I smirk and engulf him into my long-awaited hug. "Who else would put you back in your place?"
His arms hesitantly wrap around my body, the act of sharing body warmth strange yet familiar to him. It's a small victory, but I'm relieved that we're back on speaking terms. I'm ready to resume protecting him as I should.
Shouto shifts in our embrace. "You said...I struggle with telling people how I feel...?" he mumbles sheepishly near my ear.
My boy perks with confusion. "Yeah, even when we first-"
"Would it suffice if..."
Before I can turn to search his face for what he could be implying, his grip around me loosens as he pulls back to look at me, one of his warm hands resting against my cheek. His face looms right in front of me, my breath catching in surprise, before he presses his lips to mine softly. The weightlessness in my stomach is unmistakable.
As quick and unexpected as it came, it also left, Shouto's half lidded gaze resting on me from a small distance away. All I can do is stare off dazed, still trying to process what just happened.
He leans back against the nearest desk in the front row. "I guess I should've asked first." I can see his cheeks and his ears turn almost as flushed as the color of his hair despite his hand covering half his face to hide it. "But it was the only way I can think to get my point across without stumbling over words."
My heart still flutters trying to recover back to normal, my knees shaking as I lean against the teacher's desk for stability. I resist the urge to touch my lips like a shocked schoolgirl, but I'm still trying to process the whole thing. "You know," I cough, "We did already kiss when we were like...five, so this wasn't really our first. But I don't usually count that-"
The intense color fades from his face almost at once, a darkness creeping into his gaze. "Then," he pins me back into the desk, hands on both sides of the wood to trap me, "I shouldn't have any qualms about doing it again."
Contrasting from his strong setup, his next kiss is still shy and hesitant. After exchanging a couple more tentative lip-caresses that still make my head spin, he's gotten his feet wet enough to go harder, establishing a rhythm between us. As his kisses intensify, his hands reach up to cup both sides of my nape, fingers tangling in my hair desperately and tilting my head up for a better angle. My own hands grasp the collar of his uniform, pulling him closer into the heat of the moment.
His body pushes me practically into sitting on top of the desk, moving one of his knees between my legs as he lets ones of his hands roam down to grip my waist. The sudden tug elicits a minute gasp, allowing Shouto to nip at my bottom lip before tugging my head back to trail soft kisses down my jaw. My fingers thread through his soft locks, letting him massage my neck with his mouth.
"W-Where did you learn all this?" I breathe out unsteadily, my breath refusing to return.
He straightens up and captures my lips in another slow kiss. "You'll never know." Another one. "I've admittedly imagined this for a while." The next kiss is much deeper, a hum vibrating from his chest as his fingers dig into my side again. "You're special, so dear." His mumbles between kisses become more incoherent as his kisses become messy.
"Shouto." I finally manage to push him away for me to breathe and calm my dizzy head. Both of us are panting. His half-lidded eyes and flushed face tempt me, but the fear of someone walking by suddenly alerts in my mind. "Someone might see us. Besides, isn't there something you need to say?"
His brow lifts. "I'm...sorry for being rude to you last week."
"That was needed, too," I chuckle, "But there's something else."
Confusion crosses his features. "Have I done something else wrong?"
My hands slide down to grip his hands. "Don't you need to ask me to date you officially?"
The tint of rose on his cheeks intensifies a shade. "I thought it was clear already..."
Another chuckle bubbles from my lips and I lean up to kiss his warm cheek. "I'll let it pass because I want to date you too." His face begins to light up in joy, but I push off from the desk and tow him out of the room. "But you have to start coming to class again."
Shouto catches up to keep pace with me and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Done."
"And you need to see a therapist, Mr. Bad Boy."
He breaks out into a smile at that nickname. "I'll think about it."
#todoroki x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#todoroki shouto#shouto todoroki#no quirks au#todoroki angst#angst to fluff#gender neutral reader#todoroki imagine#todoroki scenario#mha todoroki#bnha todoroki#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction
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Sex Tips 101: Domming Your Man
Kinktober Day Three ~ kink: dom!fem
pairing: bakugou katsuki x dom fem!reader
warning: smut, cussing
word count: 3,635
a/n: ITS LATE IM SORRY BUT ALSO SUB BAKUGOU???? sorry if you hate the format I liked it LMAO
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Everyone always expected Bakugou Katsuki to be a dom in bed. In their defense, they weren’t wrong for assuming so. Bakugou Katsuki was a leader, he loved to be in charge, hated being overrun. But that was outside of the bedroom. You knew him better.
Whenever your friends would ask how it was to sleep with bakugou, you would just smile, your eyebrow quirked. Everyone always assumed it was because Bakugou constantly had you against the wall.
Drilling into you until you couldn’t think.
Making you scream his name until your voice went raw.
“Come on, y/n-chan!” Mina cried as you once again avoided talking about your sex life with bakugou. “We told you about our stories! why won’t you tell us yours!”
As always, you laugh and place down your drink. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share, it was that Bakugou was embarrassed to admit that the one time he wasn’t in complete control was in the bedroom.
You looked at the curious faces of your beloved classmates and laughed again, thinking back to last night.
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Bakugou walked into the house, he was utterly and completely ready for you tonight.
Having a day off from work, you had spent your free time sending Bakugou… provocative pictures. The entire time he ignored you, only leaving you with a growing smirk. You knew that every time you sent something, within two minutes Bakugou was opening it. It didn’t matter where he was, hell, you were positive he took his phone out during an interview today! He may not be responding, but you could feel his annoyance and growing want through the screen.
So now he was home. throwing his bag on the ground, he walked through the halls quietly, hoping to catch you off guard.
His vermillion eyes locked on you sitting by your vanity mirror. Your hair was curled delicately, red lipstick stained your plump lips as you stared into the mirror. With your fingers running through your hair, you micro adjusted things before smiling softly.
Bakugou watched as you stood up, his black t-shirt swamped over your torso, ending right beneath the swell of your ass. His mouth felt dry as he continued staring at you. Your shimmery eyeshadow catching in the light of the room as your eyes slowly locked on him.
A kind smile fills your face. Warm, inviting, welcoming. It was everything Bakugou wanted from you, but after a long day of teasing, it just wasn’t what he needed. “Hi, baby.” You drawl out, your steps are agonizingly small as you walk to him, your painted lips kissing his.
Bakugou growls lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he pulled you close. His fingers dug into your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Bakugou snaps, his lips trailing your neck as you exhale softly. Soft giggles hit his ears as his hand's stroke down to grab your ass. The soft flesh filling his hands. “You have no idea how annoying it is to see you in those clothes, not able to do anything about it.”
“Do something about it then,” You smile as your fingers tangle into his thick ash-blond hair. Your eyes closing as he grinds his crotch into you.
“I will.”
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Your eyes trained on the girls, a smile on your face as you took another sip of your tea. You shrug your shoulders as you place the cup down, moving your hair to the side as you displayed the arrangement of purple and yellow bruises on your neck.
“OH MY GOD!” Mina shrieks as she presses her face near your neck, her eyes wide as the other girls try to slip in. Everyone was curious to see the hickies on your flesh.
“That doesn’t surprise me!” Jirou laughs as she covers her face, embarrassed.
“My darling prudes,” Hagakure’s voice interrupts everyone, and the table stares at the invisible girl who places her hand to your face. “The real question is: where they place before, during, or after sex?”
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Bakugou’s mouth sucked harshly on your neck in multiple areas. His teeth nipping your skin as your fingers roamed his chest. You let him have his way with you, his built-up frustration from the day seeping out as he walked you towards the bed. Pants escaping your lips as you can feel the nth hickie on your neck.
The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you go down, Bakugou fluidly following you to the surface. You hum contently against his determined lips, and you get Bakugou to submit to a much slower pace as you unhook a single arm around his neck. You crawl backward on the mattress, Bakugou shifting to keep up with your fleeting form. As soon as you feel the headboard of the bed frame, you grin against his lips. Tucking a single leg around him, you rolled the two of you around, straddling his waist. His vermillion eyes opening as he pants. Lust and need heavy in his eyes, and you giggle.
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You smile, taking her hand off your face as you shake your head, “It was before and during.”
“Okay, you know that I would never, ever actually date Bakugou, but I have to admit… I would not mind sleeping with him. If you know… you never dated him, to begin with.” Mina admits, her cheeks puffing slightly. “I really just want to be controlled and dominated! Is that so much to ask for?”
“I think sometimes you just need to take over,” You say, trying not to reveal the secret in your sex life. “Dominate the dicks for a change!”
“Like you’ve dommed??? With a guy like Bakugou, I wouldn’t be surprised if you never commanded him before!”
There’s agreeing laughter, and you laugh the same, a knowing smile on your face as you grab your teacup. You take a slow drink.
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You pull off Bakugou’s top, your hair falling messily back onto your shoulders as you toss it to the side. Bakugou’s breathing hitches as he takes in your form. You’re clad in a rose gold lace flutter bodysuit. The sheerness of the fabric leaves nothing to be imagined, and the intricate lacing over your breasts makes Bakugou moan in anticipation.
“You were not wearing this one earlier,” Bakugou snaps as his hands grasp your waist, and you laugh. “Where the fuck is the set you wore when you were teasing the hell out of me?”
“I figured you wanted to see this new piece!” You interject, a smile on your face. You didn’t really care for the other set, while this one was nowhere near as sexy as the black piece you owned, you didn’t want Bakugou getting too riled up for what you had planned for him. You lean against him, your breasts pressed against his clothed chest, and your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “Besides, you forgot to greet me… I don’t think I loved that.”
A soft whimper escapes his mouth as you pull away with a sadistic grin, “Well, maybe if you didn’t fucking tease me all day I wouldn’t have been--mmph!!”
You effectively shut him up with a kiss, your hands immediately snaking under his shirt to run against his toned muscles. You roll your hips up and down his crotch, smirking when you feel his arousal through his pants. Oh yeah, he was not going to enjoy tonight.
“Now, I’m gonna tie your hands to the bed.” You say as you quickly roll off Bakugou, leaving him breathless and dizzy headed as he attempts to sit up. Before Bakugou can even adjust to the lack of your body on his, you’re back on, your hips grinding into his as you pull off his shirt. Your mouth trailing down his torso as he groans. “Hands up.”
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“Well, I don’t think I really want to know about Bakugou-san in this way…” Momo admits to the group, and their attention is momentarily diverted away from you.
“Yaomomo,” Uraraka begins to speak, a teasing tone in her voice. “Our very good friend needs help for domming a dominant boy! It is our job as her friends to help her out!”
“Yes!” Mina and Hagakure shriek as everyone whips their heads around to you, stars gleaming in their eyes.
“I will give you your first tip!” Mina announces, a cunning smirk on her face. “Tip number one: tell him you want to try something new.”
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“I’m going to try something new tonight.” You sigh as you fasten the silk fabric around the bed frame. Your hands tugging on the ropes as you stare at the flustered Bakugou underneath you, his breathing is eerily calm, but his pupils are blown up in anticipation. “All you’re going to be able to do is go along with it.”
“You know, I can easily break out of these bonds, right?” Bakugou informs you, his arms testing the bonds and he nods. He can break out of them for sure.
“Then do it.” You breeze, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you stare at him, challenging him. Bakugou could win if he wanted to, but you know him thoroughly, he wouldn't dare.
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“Next tip,” Hagakure interrupts the conversation where you were playing dumb. You just weren’t sure how to bring up something new to him! “Start with a simple command.”
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Bakugou throws his head back hissing loudly as your mouth sucked a bruise onto his collarbone. Your eyes locked on his turned head as his hips buck into yours. It throws you off slightly, the pleasurable tingles running through your core at the pressure. Your lips continue trailing down, your teeth grazing his nipple. Your hand moving to pinch his free nipple as you focused on one.
A smirk on your face as he calls out your name, his red eyes snapping back on your pouty lips as you left lipstick stains around his stimulated nipple. You suck on it gently, rolling the skin with your tongue and Bakugou barks words at you. Words you don’t understand as you finally bite down on his sensitive skin. Your tongue is quick to lash out and soothe his inflamed skin with your tongue, his moans telling you that you had done it just right.
You shift over to give his other nipple the same treatment, only this time Bakugou manages to have his eyes locked on your the entire time.
You pull away with a satisfying pop. You look down, smiling at the sight of the shiny and slick skin of his pecks, and you lean down. You blow soft cold wind over the few areas of wet skin and relish in the way your name is groaned from his lips. As if this was some rehearsed dance, your hands slam into the mattress by his head.
“You’re not allowed to come until I let you come, okay?” You ask, your face leaning in close.
“I’ll come whenever I damn well please it!” Bakugou snaps at you, and your eyebrow raises. You lick your lips, relishing at the feeling of his body now trembling underneath yours. Oh yeah, this was going to make Bakugou a pile of mush by the end of the night.
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“Tip number twenty,” Uraraka speaks up, surprising everyone there. “Make him beg.”
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The sharp intake of breath from Bakugou caused you to giggle as your hand stroked his hardened dick through his underwear.
You maintained eye contact with him as you took off his underwear, your hands now gripping the hot skin of his cock. Running your tongue along the underside of his dick, you made your way back down to the base, your teeth teasing the sensitive skin. The stuttering groans from Bakugou’s mouth enticing you to continue. Your tongue licked the tip of his head, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting your senses. Your tongue lay flat on the underside of his cock, and you slowly sank your mouth around his cock. Bakugou let out a rough breath through his nostrils as his legs tremble intensely. Your free hand moved to Bakugou’s balls, squeezing them between your fingers, his legs twitching in surprise.
You pushed yourself further down his cock, your tongue swirling around his length as you took him in deeper. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat you pulled up, gagging on his dick, but you drown it with a hum. Bakugou’s eyes clamped at your actions, cursing you as he tried to conceal his lewd noises.
Bakugou stared back at you and gave you a darker glare. It was challenging, once again, but you knew better. His hands slam against the restraints, and you have to remind yourself not to laugh as the lewd noises of your throat being stretched out by his dick resonate in the room.
This time Bakugou groaned deeply, his hips bucking up towards your touch as he almost cries in frustration. You smirked up at him as you continue your movements, uncaring of his pleas for you to go faster. Your speed is agonizingly slow.
Bakugou grunts as you pick up your pace. The hums now intermingling with gagging as his dick continued to hit the back of your throat. The sounds only exciting Bakugou further.
His cock twitches in an all too familiar way, and you pull away. Saliva trailing on his dick and your lips as you gently pat your wet lips.
Bakugou’s eyes are wide in anger, frustration, and lack of release.
“You fucking--”
“Ah ah ah! You can’t come yet.” You remind him, and you shift over his aroused cock and straddle his chest as you lean down whispering against his lips. “Maybe if you beg for it, I’ll let you off with a lighter sentence.”
His vermillion eyes burst with a million emotions, but you grin at the most prominent ones. Refusal, love, and lust.
Bakugou Katsuki was, after all, the biggest sub on the planet with the attitude of a dom.
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“I think, I get it now!” You exclaim happily, your eyes shining with faux realization as they finished telling you their tips and tricks for dominating men who were unwilling to give control to anyone but themselves. “It seems to me that within the fifty-three tips you guys gave me, the most important is that it’s okay to be rough? I felt that it was a common theme for about forty of them!”
“You have to be rough sometimes,” Tsuyu agrees her finger to her mouth as she pondered. “If you aren’t they’ll try taking over.”
“Yeah, especially someone like Bakugou!”
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Bakugou was sweating profusely. His chest heaving with frustration and from constant denial.
You dropped the vibrating ring to the bedside with a laugh as you painted yet another bruise onto his tanned skin. “You’re such a good sub.” You moan as you rub your slicked wet core onto his dick. Bakugou groaning in lust as his hips bucked, desperate for both your pussy to be wrapped around him, and for the release he had been denied.
Five times now.
You had made out with him so intensely at one point, he almost came in his shorts, you then face fucked him twice, rode him once, and now he could not remember his own name anymore as you stopped the torture with the vibrating ring.
“Do you wanna cum?”
“Fucking shit, y/n!” Bakugou yelled, but there was no malice in his voice, only the gravely tone of his arousal in his voice. “Please, god fucking hell, I wanna fucking come inside of you!”
You easily laugh, and Bakugou sighs as your swollen lips are pressed against his own. The first time in a while, and he moans softly as the kiss is slow. It’s slow, and sweet with your hands threading through his hair in a way that makes his mind spin.
“Let’s get you to come.” You promise against his mouth, as you lean towards the headboard. You quickly untie the silk ropes, and Bakugou’s hands fling to your waist. His grasp is tight, bruising even.
You moan slightly at his touch, rather impressed that he did not try to assert his faux dominance over you.
“Please baby,” Bakugou begs against your lips, and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s putty in your hands and is relying on you to get him over the edge.
You break away from the kiss and position yourself over the tip of his dick once again. “Ready?” You ask as his fingers grip even tighter around your hips. Bakugou nods his head, and you sink yourself onto his dick. Hisses escape both your lips at the since forgotten feeling, your hops moving to help better the initial pain.
But the single movement is too much for Bakugou to spare, and he comes hard in you. Your eyes shine brightly as his grunts are soundless, his fingers digging harder into your definitely bruised skin. “Did you just--?”
“Please, shut up…” Bakugou pants, his eyes sealed shut. You stilled for a bit, trying to see if he was wanting to continue on despite his… early release.
Deciding to test the waters, you swivel your hips into a small circle, and Bakugou’s jaw falls open. You can feel him hardening within you in seconds as you shift again. “Oh shit, why are so--FUCK--why are you so damn tight?!”
His head is thrown back as you begin to ride his cock, your own arousal building up entirely too quickly at the sight of your blond, sweating, and quivering lover underneath you. You lean against his chest, your naked chest pressed tightly against his, you ass bouncing as his grip intensifies. Your lips seek his out, and he kisses you with ferocity.
The kiss is sloppy, teeth clashing, and wet noises emitting from your mouth as you grind down tightly against him. “Baby, you’re so fucking big!” You shrill softly into his ear as his hips begin to slam into you.
It seems that he was still near his high as he comes again into you.
The ecstatic laugh that is heard from you makes Bakugou growl in anger. He may be a sub, but he definitely did not enjoy this humiliation. In your current state of amusement and pleasure, he begins to thrust deeply into you. His movements overpowering yours as the power of who was in charge was quickly turning.
Gasps leave your mouth as you arch off him, your hands on your breasts as you play with your nipples. You get the timing right and are soon bouncing in rhythm to his powerful thrusts, but he’s testing waters, trying to get you to come too.
You realize this as you scream out his name, your pussy throbbing and dripping from your arousal, his name the most repeated word on your lips. Bakugou sits up so that you’re riding him in a seated position, and you pant into his neck as you pull his hair harshly. The stuttering grunt from his voice causes you to sigh in satisfaction, and in his own moment of pleasure, you grind your hips in the opposite direction of what you had initially begun at. YOur bounces are higher, the penetration is deeper, and Bakugou is pleading for you to come around him.
You’re panting, your hips desperate as they turn, as you almost crumble as with a snap of his hips Bakugou hits your g-spot.
It’s over and over, your g-spot is slammed into and muffled shrieks escape your lips as you attempt to drown them with Bakugou’s mouth.
The two of you pant hot breaths of air into each other's mouths.
The liquid heat in you pooling out until you begin to see white.
The coil is tightening with no mercy as Bakugou’s mouth latches onto your breast, his hands gripping your bouncing ass.
“I’m going to--ahhh oh my god, yes ‘Suki like that!!--I need to come!” You moan, your head tossed backward as your speed and roughness increases.
Bakugou keeps up, his face buried into your neck now as he nods his head, unable to speak.
“Please... come…” His voice is small, begging, pleading for you to come, and that’s all it takes.
You scream as you come around his throbbing cock. Your walls clenching tightly around him as you ride out your orgasm. Bakugou hisses as his hips falter under yours, and with an echoing moan, he releases too.
Panting, he falls back. Without bothering to remove yourself, the two of you groan as you lay against his chest, your fingers tracing shapes into his chest. “How was that?” You ask unaware if the orgasm denial was something he was going to like.
“Humiliating…” Bakugou gruffs into your ear, but his tone indicates that he enjoyed it.
“I’m glad.” You say as you place a kiss against his jawline.
“I love you…” Bakugou whispers utterly exhausted.
“I love you too,” You agree, a smile painting your bruised and lipstick-stained lips. “Do you need anything?” You ask him as you snuggle into his chest.
“A fucking nap…”
“That sounds fantastic.”
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“I’ll have to try it out one night, who knows maybe it’ll work!” You laugh as the girls look at you not quite believing you would try it out.
“You promise?”
“With all my heart, but I have to go! Bakugou’s expecting me!” You say as you stand up, gathering your things as you throw a few yen on the table to pay for your tab. “You know girls if you want, I think I’ll actually try your tips!”
“YES QUEEN, GO DOMINATE THAT DICK!!!!!”
You walk away laughing as a text comes in from Bakugou.
katsuki: what’s the harness for?
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Can you do headcannons of Jason and Ash with an S/O who used to be in a physically abusive relationship, with some scars, flinches every time someone or something grabs them unexpectedly, shakes in fear when they hear yelling, are scared to get them mad and take the blame for almost everything even when it isn’t they’re fault?
AHHHHH Absolutely, anon.
OKAY THIS TURNED INTO DRABBLES I’M SORRY
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Ash Williams
+He traces the scars when you’ve been intimate. He wants to know, but he also doesn’t want to bring up painful memories. He knows how that is and he doesn’t like to think of you reliving awful experiences at all.
+He’s always very wary about how he acts and he’s always ready to stop or interfere with anyone who tries to accuse you or grab you or yell at you.
+The first notable incident, however, was a man who had been running from a deadite. He was terrified and had grabbed you by your shoulders and screamed for help. You had flinched and recoiled and Ash saw the fear written all of your face in that moment. He had pushed the man off of you and told him that the monsters would be taken care of, but you were still shaken. He had an idea of what might’ve happened to you right away, but he couldn’t talk about it just then because of the deadites rushing at you. He pulled you to a safe corner to wait out the onslaught and assured you that he could do it himself, and made a mental note to remember that. The man may not be able to remember an incantation right, but he sure as hell will remember anything if it’s about you.
+He took care of the deadites just fine on his own that day and had you not been so shaken, you might’ve been at least able to appreciate his ability. Ash may play an idiot, but he’s not completely dense. He knows that this isn’t the right time to be asking about anything so he asks if you’re ready to head home. When you nod, he holds his arm out for you take if you want. If you do, he wraps it around you securely, holding you close to his body as you walk home.
+The talk almost never happens because he doesn’t want to bring up past trauma. He finds he’s more than happy to keep you safe with him and hold you in his arms without ever knowing about those old scars he’s seen across your body, but he does worry about the way you cower if you break something or how you’re always so ready to apologise. He reads some books and decides that he’d rather try to ease you into being more confident and recovering by encouraging you positively that it’s okay, accidents happen and it’s okay, it’s not your fault. It works, after awhile. He’s honestly just happy that you’re happy with him.
+Everything goes wonderfully until your abusive ex walks up one day, wanting to know where you’ve been. Ash catches on as soon as you start moving behind him. “Sweetheart, I’ll take care of this prick, but will you tell me what happened after?” you promise him you will, and he deals with the bastard with scathing words mixed with affirmations that you’re under his protection now and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you ever again. The bastard leaves eventually, although some tires squealing around the corner suggest something happened. It’s less surprising when your ex runs up again, albeit this time as a deadite. At least this time Ash gets the satisfaction of avenging those scars across your body.
Jason Voorhees
+Jason saw that something was wrong on the very night he met you. He had seen a camper grab at you and had seen how you shook and ran and recoiled and hid. He saw someone afraid and it was there that he decided that he would protect you. He had slaughtered the man who had grabbed you with a spear thrown through the window directly into the man’s head. Jason had stepped in not long after and had done his best to kneel in front of you and look as unthreatening as he could despite being How He Is. He held a hand out to you gently, but when you had leaned away, he had retracted his hand and instead taken the spear out of the man’s head and left you alone.
+Your ex had found you one day and, terrified, you had run. You hadn’t even realised that you had made it to the forest until you found yourself on the dock of Crystal Lake.
+The bastard chased you all the way there, intending on dragging you back. You had thought you were rid of the son of a bitch years ago and yet here he was to drag you back to hell. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fight out of his grasp if he caught you. However, just as you had thought that he was about to grab you, Jason had sprung from the water and pulled your ex back down under with him. When Jason came back up and your ex didn’t and Jason once again kneeled before you, you realised he was your protector. You had embraced him, and that was how your relationship with him had begun.
+Jason is the gentlest lad with you. He doesn’t yell and he’s so self conscious that he never touches you without you touching him first. He would never want to scare you, and only makes inviting gestures if he wants to hold you or be held
+He will literally kill anyone who does anything to trigger your trauma, tbh. He sees someone grabbing you? Yelling at you? Accusing you? They’re gonna die. If the violence upsets you too, he’ll always be sure to do it out of your sight. Sweet boy will even try to wash the blood off himself before coming back if he can.
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I TRIED, I HOPE Y’ALL ARE OKAY WITH THESE OH GOSH I got excited to be writing and went a lil ham im sorry vnusinvuibrnsvidfnbiusdfg quq
#jason voorhees x reader#ash williams x reader#slashers x reader#my boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!#boomstick man take me by the hand
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i gotta talk about Narrative Telephone
I. Fucking. Love. It.
when my extreme dislike of second-hand embarrassment takes a loud backseat i can fin so much that i love about it.
but what i love most isn't the humor. or even the continued critical role content. no, i love the allegory and the metaphor of the whole concept.
all my life i loved the concept of watching time move forward. seeing evolution, hearing language change, watching cultures rise and fall. but what i dont like is time and the fact that im along for the ride. id rather watch evolution, not be step 48801 of a process with no end. and sadly most media and general public doesn't like watching time change. no one wants too see how the English language evolves with a rise in Spanish speaking folks and pop culture creating new idioms and words. everyone would much rather watch something with the same animals with the same people walking the same cities speaking the same language, albeit maybe with a few more neon lights and holograms to make you feel like its in some vague ~future~. but narrative telephone gives me the change i like to see. i can finally feel like im watching a story going through the times and changes of a culture.
im gonna need to explain a little more. what better way than to show off all the current episodes.
episode one is simple, pumat and the big bad wolf. the sorry starts with pumat on a stroll through the woods. he finds a talking wolf and they fight. the story ends with the pumat eating a nice mushroom and wolf stew. but the changes to the story are what get to me. i love ashley, trust me i really do. but in this context, she’s basically the dark ages. everything crumbles and the story follows in the crash. this point is when the more brothers grimm tales and nonsense folklore are added in. people dont like the night, so the seen changes to match. suddenly the wolf not only speaks, but has a beak! the fighting through being somewhat vague in the original story now is lost to time and is none existent. taliesin builds off it, changing it ever so slightly from a garbled to a more of a warning story. a story that reflects a change in a cultures thoughts on the woods. when everything was all writings and giant building the woods where just a place to rule over and harvest, but after the fall now its returned to the unexplored. the place of fey and monsters that should never be explored at night. marisha adds winter and gives it just the smallest bit of added context. a man in the woods during night before might have been seen as mad or crazy, but a man scrounging for some mushrooms in a dead forest in winter isnt tempting fate, he’s struggling to live. a shift in view also makes it so that the beaked magic wolf is just as weakened by the winter, and is easily turned away by just a voice. sam is..something. if ashley is the dark ages than id say sam is like a renaissance. specifically a very drunk renaissance. the kingdom was risen and is filled with hubris and pride.its gained a very “man falls for his hubris” greek vibe to it. pumat has gone from scavenging to walking unbothered by cold dead winter. the kingdom has lost its enjoyment of strange creatures, monsters are still around in legend, but most have been replaced with magical people, with a clear rise in “person in an animals skin” tropes. the original fight has been mostly lost, now the story is that of a magic hunter who eyes the mushrooms taken by pumat and gives a chuckle and permission to continue exploring the woods unimpeded. pumat eats just the mushrooms, which now have gained the lupine taste, and the vague description of “he became something more” giving the idea of some sort of curse for his nature. Laura has added back the wolfs anger, but removed the suspicion of pumat. the curse is still in the end of the story though. this could be a change into more of a forbidden fruit trope. because pumat still trusted strange mushrooms in a dead forest with a magic guardian, he paid the price. travis is a sort of close to modernization of the story. its the point in time when its nonsensical nature and magic was viewed as weird and convoluted. similar to when we look at older myths with long intricate plans and think “nice story, but poor pacing”. liam goes for the “granddad telling stories by the fire” vibe. the tale has died down and is being co-opted for new use. now the rather dark tale has turned into more of a children's storybook with messages like not to trust strangers and to not do drugs being tagged on.
ep. 2: jesters ability to say 1000 words a second. pickadors plume is a story in a story. a story about gaining a treasure through a complex and detailed series of events with lots of loaded lore about the world with no clear description of what the treasure truly is. liam is the first few generations. the generation close enough to the original to try and remember, but not enough to keep every detail. the best example is of the ending, where the treasure should be. humans love rewards, so a story with a vague reward isnt enough for people. in liams generation transition to the griffon, travel, and fruit specifically being the treasure begins to lay its foundations. since this is already so long i will also mention that the transition from stone shaped like a heart ---to----> stone shaped like a hut could be an example of a changing dialect and language. sam, travis, and marisha are clear evidence of a shift in culture. jesters complete backstory wasnt introduced till now. and in it comes the cultures want to explain this event. humans love simplifying, but we also love to describe things. if we want to, we will add words just as much as we remove them. the dialect changes just as much. the new word of “schtupping." has either replaced or become a synonym of the word fucking, the name of the plum as even changed too. the treasure has gone from “lost to time” to “there is treasure, i just wont name it”. but fret not, for the mystery aspect is still in the story. for now everything will disappear like it never happened, or did it? though travis specifically specifies that you keep the treasure. humans love rewards, it was gonna come back eventually. matt is the sorta an enlightening moment in the society. at the very least its the point in time where people who know geography and history say “wait, that layout doesnt make any sense”. taelisan and ashley are the beginning of the end. the slow fall into the dark ages. the story becomes vague and small. slowly becoming more of a statement and less of a story. the society is forgetting large chunks and its bleeding out into other legends. there maybe a sort of thanksgiving/ christmas sort of event spawned from or because of the myth, but the story itself isnt going to live every far (hence why its ending in a dark age and not somewhen else)
Ep. 3: boy do humans enjoy rich’s, love, and drama. sam’s story comes from a society that warns against wanting what you wish for without expecting some strings attached and features a evil ruler to boot, just so they can date the legend. the story of a delivery boy who invents a pair of glasses to see through objects and uses them to win rewards and gives them all to a rich woman that only loves him for the money, and really loves the prince. matt changes the story so the two are already in love. but also changed it so that it was the greed of the prince and the wife that lead to the heartbreak rather than the delivery boys naivety. travis changes delivery boy from a clever inventor to just already owning the glasses. both matt and travis with there respective fictional cultures are showing how humans like to remember the stuff they liked in a story, so when they forget when something specifically came in, they just fill in the blank and assume its always been there. travis specificaly begins the stories slow march to a less heartbreaking story by adding a joke to help give the couple a more flushed out relationship. this is also the shift in cultural perspective. the antagonist began his life as a evil prince, but now is simply a rotten neighbor. this could mean the myth was co-opted to fit a better role, possibly after the removal of monarchy or just of a specific bloodline.the rich wife becomes just the wife, no money involved. this is also the beginning of what a full fledged re-write of the story. now the delivery man has gone from giving up to still being in love with the wife and now even standing up for himself. (possibly a mix of when the story was of a prince and used to promote the common folk to rise up against the kings, leading to the theory of a removal of the crown). ashely...oh ashely. this moment in history atleast solidifies the love between them, and even brings back delivery husbands inventor skills. liam is the slow clawing climb back up out of the collapse. he’s still very much in the collapse of the kingdom. but aleast its just before when begin to solidify into the new meta of the era. laura and taelisin’s era is a complete re-write after the collapse of the society. the focus has moved to more of a folk-hero style legend about rising above through theft and cheating (could mean that after the collapse the culture around theft changed from crime to fighting to survive. the antagonist has really changed from being the bad guy to just in the love triangle. the society seems to agree with every polyamourous person when we all say “this how drama triangle could have been avoided if you guys all just got together”. marisha’s only real change a more modernization from “specticals” to “goggles” and that the culture either wants to make half-orcs feel more inclusive or just really dont like goliaths and changed it.
ep. 4: deargodfinallyigottheneedtowritethisoutofmysystemsoletsspeedrunthisshit. liams story is an analogy for the horrors, pointlessness, and sacrifics of war. but over time the story shifts from a “we did this to ourselves” narrative to a “an outside force did this to use”. this shifts the goal from a need for peace to a need to protect everyone for the sake of the many. ill write more later but dear god i my hand might fall off soon
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Harry Hook x Blind!Reader - wow
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Heya!! Can u pls do a one shot of you being blind on one eye(or both idk),Harry Hook x reader, would really love that❤❤
There was another request for blind reader x harry that had the reader go to Auradon to get her eyes fixed and shes like ‘my imagination did not do justice’ when she sees harry again, but I can't find that one
The second daughter of the evil queen, the five minute younger sister of Evie, that’s who you were, (h/l) (h/c) hair, a perfect (body type), and would be perfect eyes, but… they were only hazy grey ones.
Your mother had tried to give you perfect blue eyes when you were young, only resulting in blinding you.
You were a secret from most of the isle, only Evie, mother, and Evie's friends knew about you.
Oh, and Harry Hook, your boyfriend.
Now how was he your boyfriend? I'll tell you.
But I’ll start with how you met
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It was a cold rainy night in fall, you could hear the thunder in the distance, but you didn’t care, reading a carefully brail translated book from Carlos and your sister, which was named -Harry Potter and the sorcerers stone-.
When a rattle started to come from your window, you gasped, turning your head to where the sound was coming from.
“shit, fuck come on ah!” the sound of a boy muttering behind the window was unnerving, the strong accent making it even harder to understand, then the boy got it open, and fell through the opening.
You heard him wince, and the scratch of metal on the floor as the boy stood.
“Alright, now wher-“ he stopped, and you knew he had seen you. You squeaked in fear, stepping back and tripping over a chest with your clothes in it.
“ah!”
You heard the boy curse as you lay on the floor in pain, and you heard his light footsteps walk over to you and hands start to grip your shoulders. You yelped, reaching out with a fist and striking a torso.
“oof!” the boy fell back, wheezing “hey, im trying teh help!”
You huffed, palming around for a sturdy chair to heft yourself up before you felt around metal around one arm and a warm midsized calloused hand around the other, pushing you up.
“There ye go, I didn’t know anyone was up here, only thought the evil queen and her daughter lived up here.”
“well” you whispered shyly carefully stepping away from the boy with a pretty voice. “that’s not a false thought”
You could feel the confusion from the boy before you heard a small gasp. “the rumor~”
You hummed tilting your head at the voice “rumor what rumor?”
“well,” the boy started, which started to move away, presumably rummaging through your things if the shuffling of clothes and jewelry was a sign of anything “there is a rumor goin around the isle that the evil queen had two kids, two daughters to be exact. and that the younger one was locked inside the castle, I got dared teh find out and well…here yeh are”
You sniffed, slightly turning to face the boy's voice “so, what are you doing now exactly?”
“oh um…”
“stealing my stuff I guess?”
“well…yes, yeh gonna stop meh?”
“well I can't exactly” you mumbled awkwardly, fiddling with a worn sleeve of your shirt.
“why?”
You sighed, opening your eyes wide and turning to the voice, and the boy gasped, seeing your gray hazy eyes for the first time.
“im blind”
----
The boy with the pretty voice’s name was Harry, Harry Hook.
It took him a week to earn your trust enough to learn yours.
He was lucky that your mother never caught on to his nightly visits.
He was probably the only reason you were still alive, due to bringing you food each time he visited.
You remember the day evie found out, she was hanging out with you after mother had forbidden a day out after she had not perfected her eyeshadow.
And harry had decided to tumble through the window while she was in your room.
“harry!!! What are you doing here?!” evie screamed, jumping to her feet and placing herself in front of you.
“i-I um” harry stuttered, you could hear the shuffling of his feet, he didn’t expect your sister to be here today.
“go get! I’ll tell mal about this!”
“Whatever!” he screamed back at evie, you could hear him grumbling to himself and climbing back out the window.
You heard evie sigh in relief, walk over to the window, slam it closed and lock it, making you flinch.
“how’d he even know about this place anyway?”
you stayed silent
“(y/n)?”
You broke
“he's known for about a year?”
“What?!! Wait, you know harry?! How?!”
You spilled everything, from the exact date he discovered your existence to when he started to visit you every night.
You expected evie to permanently lock your window and send jay to hunt harry down. But…she didn’t?
“omg that is soooo cute!!! I never expected harry to act like that!!” you blinked surprised, picturing evie cupping her cheeks and swaying side to side.
“uh, what?”
“ohhhh I really hope I didn't scare him off permanently, climbing up our tallest tower every night just to see you! That’s just so romantic~”
you choked on your spit
“w-what?”
Eve giggled, taking your hands and stepping closer to you.
“I mean its obvious, he likes you~”
“but-but” you stammered, tilting your head down at your lap. “evie we’re on the isle, that’s dangerous”
“so? If we learned anything from our parent's downfalls, love conquers all~!”
You felt your face heat up and you covered it with your hands. “evie!!!”
“omg a princess and a pirate!! That is the best thing ever!!”
“Evie!!!”
That’s when evie started to try to matchmake you two, but the most she was able to make harry do was give you a necklace.
He gave you his mothers ring on his own.
But that will come up later. Let's talk about how he asked you out.
It was spring, about a year and a half after you met, and he had snuck you out of the tower, through the front door by the way. evie had given him a spare key to the castle (she didn’t want him to fall to his death trying to visit you).
And he took you to a spot with oddly fresh flowers that surrounded you with sents that you’ve never smelled before.
You didn’t see harry pick roses, pink, white, lavender, and red.
He looked at you, your hair ruffling with the cool breeze in the isles oddly greenfield, your grey eyes were hidden by your eyelids, closed as you let yourself daydream of living somewhere else than the isle.
“princess?”
You hummed, looking to Harry's voice. And you felt him grab your hands and carefully place the flowers in your palm.
“Harry?” you whispered, now feeling his hand on your cheek. “um, have Evie tell you what those mean when yeh see her tonight, and then tell me your response tomorrow, okay?”
His accent was thick, probably really nervous. But why? You felt a feather-light pressure on your cheek, and you gasped lightly.
A kiss?
“umm” harry muttered, taking your hand once more, and leading you to a picnic. “you hungry?”
You giggled at Harry's awkward question and nodded, placing the flowers down on your lap, and reaching out for food.
Harry placed a roast beef sandwich in your hand (which was hunted by gil and the bread baked by evie) it was…pretty good!
“mmm! Wow, where’d you?”
“ I had some help getting better food from yer sister”
You hummed happily as you munched on the sandwich.
Two hours later, Harry noticed that it was getting dark and stood, picking up the flowers and placing them in your hand before helping you stand and escort you back to your house.
“This was really fun Harry!”
“im glad yeh had a good time princess” Harry shyly mumbled, a blush settling on his face.
He unlocked the door and carefully guided you to your room, keeping silent as you passed your mothers room.
“goodnight love” Harry whispered, “I’ll see yeh later yeah?”
You softly laughed and nodded, reaching out to grasp Harry's shirt as he began to walk away. “(y/n)?”
You trailed your hand up his chest, feeling his breath hitch as you did so, your fingers ghosted his neck, reaching his jaw and cupping his cheek, feeling his soft lips on your thumb.
“love?” he whispered, ou leaned in, going to the right of Harry's lips and kissing his cheek.
“thank you harry”
You could feel the blush on his face, you smiled and backed into your door. “uhh,-ye-aye yer welcome love- ill just-ill-bye”
You heard harry speed down the stairs and you bit your lip and grasped the flowers and brought them to your chest.
You opened the door and carefully maneuvered around your room. You felt a presence in the room sitting on your bed.
“evie, you may squeal now”
“eeeeee~~~~”
Thankfully she wasn’t loud so she didn’t burst your eardrums.
“Evie! Sensitive ears!”
“sorry but how- omg are those ros- they are!!the colors omg!”
As Evie told you the meaning of the flowers you felt your face becoming hotter and hotter.
‘have evie tell you what those mean when yeh see her tonight, and then tell me your response tomorrow, okay?’
Harry was asking you to be his girlfriend, oh. My. God. Harry was asking you to be his girlfriend.
You squealed along with Evie, careful to keep quiet as not to wake your mother.
You made your decision.
As Harry opened your door, softly calling your name, you grinned and pounced on him. He stumbled back and laughed softly as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck.
“princess?”
“yes Harry yes”
Harry stopped, his grip loosening on your for a moment before tightening again. “yeh, yeh mean you want to be meh?”
You pulled away from Harry, finding his face and cupping his cheeks feeling heat under your fingertips, smiling in his direction “I would love to be your girlfriend harry”
You heard a soft ‘yes’ from harry and he hugged you tight, spinning you around your room.
--
So that’s how harry asked you out, and that was four years ago when you were both 12, you had met harry when you were 10.
“(y/n)! come down here!”
You sighed, hearing your mother call for you, you heard a quick set of footsteps come up to you, heels, Evie.
“(y/n) come on, mommy wants to tell us something”
She grasped onto your arms leading down the spiral stairs and into a chair, next to mal, her lavender/ash scent wafting over.
“you five, are going to Auradon tomorrow” maleficent spoke and continued talking about a plan.
But you couldn’t hear anything, panic setting.
Auradon? But harry, you would be leaving harry!!! You didn’t-you wouldn't!!!
“and (y/n), they say they are going to heal your eyes”
Your mind stopped, heal your eyes?
“you might be able to see harry” Evie whispered to you, not letting mother or her friends hear what she said.
See harry? You would be able to really see harry!
---
Evie guided you to the pirate's wharf, taking back alleys and secret doors, you arrived at Harry's apartment that was a little ways from Ursula’s chip shop. She knocked on the door, looking around for threats as you heard heavy steps walk up to the door and stop before the latch was quickly undone and the door was flung open.
“princess?! Evie?!” Harry's strong arms wrapped around you, you remembered when his arms were similar to sticks and pressed you to his chest, you gave a happy hum and wrapped your arms around his built torso.
“what are yeh doing here?! Someone could have-“
“im sorry harry but she needed to see you and it couldn’t wait till tonight”
Harry made a confused noise as he leads you and evie inside, you clutching onto his arm the entire time.
“what happened than yeh needed to see meh so bad (y/n)?” harry asked, helping you sit on his couch, plopping next you.
“um, well”
“shes going to Auradon”
Silence.
“what” Harrys voice went dark.
Evie repeated herself, not caring for Harry's dark tone, knowing it wasn’t aimed at her. “(y/n) is going to Auradon, I am too”
Harry started to rant, standing from the couch and pacing around the room, before you quietly spoke up.
“they say they’ll help me with my eyes.”
Harry stopped, you knew he was looking straight at you, mouth agape.
“what?” he whispered, “mother said that they said they would help me with” you waved your hands in front of your face “these, to help me see”
Harry took a couple minutes to connive him to let you go to Auradon, but he relented when you said “I would finally be able to see you”
Evie had left at that point knowing you would want a moment alone with harry.
“lassie, promise you'll come back for me?” you nodded, reaching out, harry grasped your hands in his and guided them to his face, letting you cup his cheeks.
“I promise, I’ll even have evie write to you”
Harry nodded, taking your right hand and sliding something on it.
A ring.
“I want yeh teh have this love, it was my mothers, and it's now a promise ring” his forehead pressed to yours “a promise that you will come back to meh”
You leaned forward slightly finding Harry's lips and pressing yours to them. Harry's breath stopped, the first kiss.
You pulled away, feeling Harry's stutter breath on your face.
“a promise” you whispered out. Hands intertwining with Harrys.
Three hours later, Harry was escorting you back to the castle, growling at anybody who looked at you.
“here we are my princess”
You giggled, releasing his arm and clutching onto the door handle “thank you, my pirate…will you see me off tomorrow?”
Harry stayed silent, “i-I don’t know, uma or da might be having me do stuff”
You nodded sadly “I understand, well if you are unable to come tomorrow, goodbye harry”
“goodbye my princess”
One last kiss to your forehead and he was off, his heavy footsteps receding on the gravel road.
“I love you” you whispered to the wind, wishing for it to carry your words to harry.
---
He didn’t show up, but you didn’t blame him. if he was leaving, you didn't think you would be able to stomach it.
“im sorry (y/n)” evie whispered to you, helping you into the car
“it's okay” you whispered back, a tear falling from your eye “id do the same.”
You scooted to the back, curling into jays side.
Evie locked eyes with harry across the way, his eyes misty with tears. He mouthed a ‘thank you’ and evie nodded and mouthed back ‘I won't let her forget you’
Harry sniffed and nodded, wiping his eyes and walking to the wharf, he didn’t want to see (y/n) drive away from him.
---
That was three agonizing years ago, it had taken a year for your sight to fully return, a stack of returned letters to harry sat on your desk.
Today was vk day, evie was going to the isle, and she was bringing the letters with her to give to harry.
You glanced down at the ruby ring sitting on your finger. It was gorgeous.
And now maybe if harry put in an application, maybe evie would pick him next time, next month.
You knew dizzy would be Evie's first pick, but she promised next vk day Harry would be her pick.
And then the Audrey situation came along.
You were at janes birthday party, laughing with her as chad scrambled to where people were taking selfies.
Then the curse, jane was about to pull you into the water with her, but she missed your arm and you were sent into a deep sleep.
Jane couldn’t bare to leave you there, Evie would kill her, so she mustered up her strength and carried you along with her to Evie's cottage, it was the closest place to the enchanted lake.
When she happened upon Carlos, Jay, and two other boys, who were fighting a beast looking thing, jane set you down and sprayed the beast with enchanted lake water.
It was Ben all along.
Jane had called for jay after he had caught Ben up to speed and had him carry (y/n) to evie cottage, jay picking her up, but taking her over to the hooked boy, which made ben and janes eyebrows raise.
“(y-y/n)!?” the boy called harry whimpered, dropping the silver hook to the floor and snatching (y/n) from jays arms.
“love, princess come on wake up!!” harry was getting hysterical, his eyes gleaming with tears.
Ben blinked confused, looking to Carlos and gesturing to harry and (y/n). Carlos smiled sadly “they were together on the isle” ben nodded.
“harry come on” jay muttered “maybe evie has something to wake her up”
Harry sniffed and nodded turning to where jay was beginning to walk still carrying the asleep (y/n), Gil picked up Harrys hook, then a thought struck him.
“Harry!” Harry's eyes shot toward gil, who was bouncing in place “true loves kiss!!” harry blushed, but nodded.
“um, turn around?”
Gil nodded, grinning, and made the others turn with him.
A wave of multicolored magic passed by them moments later, and gil couldn’t help himself, turned around and saw (y/n) staring wide-eyed at harry, who glanced at gil nervously.
“princess?”
(y/n) sat up, cupping Harry's face in her hands, laughing slightly
“wow” she mumbled, staring into Harry's ocean blue eyes “my imagination did not do you justice”
“yer not” Harry grabbed one of (y/n)s hands and held it “yer not disappointed?”
“hell no” (y/n) smirked, pulling Harry into another kiss.
Jay coughed, making the two reunited lovers glare at him.
“cute, but were kinda on a mission?”
(y/n) and harry sighed, standing and following the group to Evie's castle.
(y/n) and harry not letting go of the other's hand.
---the end---
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@earthquakeofideas asked - pls may my lonely ass have a ship 🥺 i’m a girl w brown hair + blue eyes, glasses, and im kinda thicc and short. i rly like all things horror even tho i’m a huge chicken. i love to draw, and i also love indie music, and fashion. i’m also a vegetarian :-) i love reptiles and dogs. also, i’m a very empathetic person uwu! thank u bro 💕💗🥺🥰
Of course you can! I am so sorry that this took so, so long! Remote learning had really messed up my schedule (not that I really had one to begin with).
I ship you with...
Horace Somnusson!
I know this might sound strange, and I know that he is one of the younger wards of the loop, but let’s just assume that he’s a few years older! I got a little carried away, so there’s a LOT of stuff under the cut
So you work at a small family owned boutique in a no-name town in Florida, it was one of those “My friend’s aunt who knows this lady, who’s sister-in-law owns this” kinda things
On one particular day, business was very slow, so you decided to listen to your own music through your earbuds instead of whatever trending pop music was playing over the intercom of the boutique today
You’re jamming out, folding some nice sweater, and hanging up dress on the “Sale! 10% Off” rack, so you don’t notice the bunch of people that walk in
You finally realize that they had walked into the store when you get a tap on your shoulder
You turn around to see a beautiful blond boy with impeccable fashion sense
I’d like to think that Horace gets quite a bit taller as he gets older so he’d kind of be staring down at you
Hi miss! Do you happen to have this dress shirt in a smaller size? Wonderful blouse you have on there, truly quality craftsmanship. Maybe a medium? Or do you have any slimmer styles?
You were in awe of the style he had and the fact he had an elegant British accent, something very unusual for no-name town in Florida
Most guys that came in here were sent in by their girlfriend or wife with a picture of what they needed
This guy wore beautiful leather oxfords, exquisitely tailored slacks, and a button up that was probably nicer than a lot of the shirts in here
You had to look up at him to see his face (and he had a pretty nice one)
Oh, yeah, we actually have a few slimmer ones, they’re behind that display over there.
Responding to him makes you realize the group of people he’s with
There’s another boy older than the one you just helped, and one other boy that looks around the same age, he had almost cartoon-like bags under his eyes
There were two girls, one practically had fire in here eyes and one wore a quite tomboy outfit
Thanks, love!
“Love?” You thought to yourself, who calls someone they just met “Love”? Is it a British thing?
You watched him walk over to the other side of the store and later helped him and his friends check out at the counter
You had an interesting conversation about cashmere versus alpaca wool while him and his friends payed for the clothes they picked out
The rest of the day, you kept the strange interaction in the back of your mind, wishing you had gotten his name
Once you had finished up closing the shop, you walked out, holding your sketchbook along with your other belongings and began locking the front door of the boutique
There was the sound of expensive shoes slapping against the pavement, but you didn’t think of it because there was always a bunch of rich kids running around this neighborhood
You turned around, only to see the boy from earlier running towards you and slam into you sending your sketchbook flying, papers floating in the air
They settled in the ground revealing your drawings of outfits and cute little reptiles
Oh my, oh dear, I am so sorry, so unbelievably sorry. Let me help you pick these up, love
“Love? again?” you thought
He bent down and started to gather the pages that were strewn out all over the sidewalk
As the boy helped you pick up your sketches, he began to admire your sketches
These are quite superb! I love this chameleon you have here!
You weren’t too sure on how to respond, you don’t even know why he ran into you in the first place! Let alone his name!
Oh, you must be confused a bit on why I ran into you like a madman. I truly am sorry, I was trying to get here before you closed the shop because, well, this must sound absurd, but I wanted to get your name. I’m Horace by the way. I just wanted to talk to you a bit more.
You were a little shocked, but you introduced yourself and the rest is history
You two started going out on the town as friends and it quickly evolved into something else
It wasn’t a surprise when he asked you to go on a real date with him
After a wonderfully planned date, he was walking you home when you both noticed that you were being followed
Millard, I know that you’re following us! Please come out of the bushes so I can introduce you to her. I figured this was going to happen sooner than later.
When nothing stepped out of the bushes even though you heard the sound of rustling leaves
Horace introduced you to Millard, briefly going over the fact that he was invisible, something that seemed a lot more important to you than Horace apparently
I suppose I should explain the rest to you now shouldn’t I?
He took you to a large expensive house on the other side of town, where you were introduced to the rest of the gang
He explained the peculiardom to you, and told you what he could do
You were a little skeptical at first, but quickly realized that he wasn’t joking around
You guys were hanging out at your place when he fell asleep on the couch
This was after a mutual agreement to stop a horror film you guys were watching because of the antagonists’ mutated animal that would have given you both nightmares if you continued
At first Horace was just squirming a bit
Then he started to whimper and cry out for someone that you didn’t know
But you really understood what he was talking about when he shot up from the couch, eyes wide open and glossed over, not really focusing on anything
Oceans will rise to claim what was stolen from them, ashes will fall from the skies to punish the destructive, cities will burn in the name of greed, after the fog lifts the only remnants will be of those who tried, we will be no longer, six-legged wings will devour us in the end
When he first started talking his voice sounded almost dreamy, but by the time he finished, he was shouting, his limbs flying everywhere, it was as if he was in physical pain, but it was only a dream
As soon as he stopped spewing out apocalyptic riddles, he slipped back into a restless sleep
You were so freaked out that you didn’t let him sleep for long, you woke him up and asked him what that whole thing was about
He told you that he didn’t remember anything he saw or said, and the ones he can’t remember barely every come true
You trusted Horace, so you relaxed and decided to put that horror film you stopped
It took a few scenes to remember why you had shut it off in the first place
Horace started taking a lot of naps at your place, he usually didn’t get a lot of sleep when he went to bed at night due to his visions
You weren’t aware how little sleep he was getting, oh the wonders of concealer
Sleeping somewhere else didn’t stop the visions of seeing people he didn’t even know get in car accidents, get shot in a back ally, and many other worse things
He wanted to sleep wherever you were because when he would wake up in a cold sweat, he didn’t want to have to explain what he saw to Miss P, or answer Millard’s endless questions, or have to endure Enoch’s rude comments
He wanted to be with you
You would be there for him, if he wanted to talk, you would listen, if he wanted to just sit and think, you would be right next to him
He’d absolutely love your glasses!
He’d love picking out new frames with you
He’d search the whole store to find the perfect pair
And Horace would love to go shopping with you because let’s be real here, Horace is the only peculiar with any fashion sense whatsoever
Do you know happy he would be to have a conversation about fashion with someone who knows what he’s talking about
He would totally buy you outfits at completely random times for absolutely no reason
I just saw this and I knew that you would look spectacular in it, even though you look spectacular in everything under the sky, love
Did I mention that he calls you “love” all the time?
Well, he does and refuses to call you anything else
He has you in his phone (assuming he gets one when he’s out of the loop) as Love
Just Love
When he finds out that you’re vegetarian, he goes on a vegetarian kick himself
He learns a bunch of vegetarian recipes to cook for you guys
And the dishes he cooks taste so g o o d
Horace totally revamps his own diet to match yours and is the most supportive boyfriend ever
Enoch makes fun of him a lot for it
Horace is would be an amazing boyfriend
I didn’t realize how long I made this!! I hope that you like them and I am so sorry that it took me so long to get to this! I hope that it was worth the wait!
#horace somnussion#horace somnussion x reader#horace somnussion headcanons#mphfpc#miss peregrines home for peculiar children#this is a miracle that im actually going through my inbox
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