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rubysparx · 4 months

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Honestly I don't think I'm qualified to make this post, I just don't know if I can make coherent enough words man. But the thoughts are in there and I will try to articulate them. This is probably going to be mostly images though. anyway yeah KABRU POST.

A couple nights ago (at approximately 2:30am, lasting a little over half an hour) I had a bit of a moment about Kabru. That, too, was mostly images- most of what you see in this more concise post were presented then as well. I think my main points of the "moment" were about Kabru's trauma + self hatred, his autism and/or general otherness, and also a little labru if you'd like..

I think something easy to start with is I wanna point out Kabru's constant back and forth and conflicting opinions of demihumans and how, I believe, thats a reflection of how he goes back and forth on what he believes his purpose of living is- and the general worth of his own life. I've said it before and i've just kinda shown it in images; Kabru is "i think im a monster and it disgusts me" where Laios is "I know im a human and it disgusts me" (i could go more into the latter on another post)

the above are both from the world bible, with the left being from the section on kobolds and the right being from the section on Kuro specifically. Utaya was very near to the desert where most of the kobold population is, this is likely why Kabru is able to speak Kuro's language- he grew up around demihumans. (chapter 48 cover, kobold chapter in the world bible) I won't try to speak for how his mother or the rest of utaya felt about the kobolds but I can say that Kabru was very much othered as a child, as was his mother, purely for the way her son's (kabru) eyes looked.

I feel like its fair enough to say that both kabru and the kobolds were othered, and possibly for similar reasons (villager's seeing them as nonhuman, as monsters) and the fact that Kabru learned their language probably didn't help his case. I think his perception of kobolds (and all demihumans, subsequently himself, as he probably still views himself as nonhuman or not human enough.. deep down) was damaged by the Utaya incident. at 2:30am when I first started this ramble my main comment was that "had the utaya incident not happened kabru would have little reason to feel ashamed for his connection to monsters. and may have ended up similar to laios in that he couldve had otherkin swag" which is just a sort of silly way of saying Kabru could've learned to love the thought that he is possibly nonhuman or at least not hated himself so much for it.

in the original ramble I said, and quote, "he has been STALKING laios. laios is his hyperfixation to learn how he can ever be loved. he keeps going back and forth so harshly on wether or not he wants to kill Laios and he clearly sees his survival from utaya not as an unfortunate trauma [*] but as a necessary, deserved fate. a punishment for his mother's witchy sins, and for his sin of being non-human. to atone for it all, to apologize for being alive, he tries to better the lives of all humanity. He was set on his way to dethrone the governor of the island . do you understand? im going insane" *i also said somethings about the way he processes other people's traumas and not his own. He's able to understand and even help some people, but he struggles to process his own issues and see himself as worthy of love and life.

^some examples of Kabru being understanding of or helping others who have suffered greatly. I think its also worth mentioning that with Rin (called "Lynn" in that translation) he says "I wish there was a way to get her out of this" though he's insisted and pushed for himself to go into a dungeon;

In chapter 94, Mithrun says "The desire I had left wasn't revenge. All I wanted.. was for it to finish devouring me." and I don't feel like it's a stretch to say Kabru was in a similar situation. Mithrun sought out the demon with no plan on how to kill something like that because deep down he wanted it to end his (Mithrun's) own life, to finish the trauma it caused and kill him. I think Kabru went into the dungeon in part with the hopes that it'd kill him. That the same thing that destroyed Utaya and caused him so much trauma would just.. finish him.

I just think Kabru is a beautifully complex character, I have a lotta thoughts on him and I don't see nearly as many analysis posts for him than I do Laios (despite labru being such a popular ship)

there is no tldr for this post idk how to summarize it. do what you will with this collection of images. have fun. go crazy

fun fact the woman in the bottom left corner is his mother, she is labeled here as "witch"

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #kabru dungeon meshi #kabios #labru #yeah its a long post i dont care. read it #also i only mentioned it briefly but i do think kabru is autistic .#yk that post thats like 'no im not autistic i know all the social cues etc etc etc. hey wait a minute' yeah. that #ok whatever. starts making another laios post

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rafeandonlyrafe · 9 days

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the same tv

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, parent death, funerals, robbery, redemption/forgiveness, addiction, drinking (wine, not like hard drinking), tickling, cockwarming, they call themselves kids at one point but at no point are reader or rafe under 18, like itll make sense once you read it in context

the first thing you do when you enter your house is kick off your shoes. the next is to stop holding back your tears as they stream down your face. you can't even sob anymore, just silent, steady tears.

you sigh as you look around the entryway. there's been some changes since you moved away, despite only being out of your parents house for a little over a year. they replaced the grand portrait that was of your mom's parents with one of you, now taking the place of honor.

you look away before you get to the rest of the family photos. you've seen enough at the funeral. you walk further in to the house, bare feet against the shiny wood floor.

you pause when you hear something further in. you haven't forgotten how the old house seemed to speak, groaning and settling during strong winds or when too many people were crammed between it's walls.

this sound seems different, but you're also occasionally sniffling, your ears are shot from blasting music in an attempt to distract yourself, so you shrug it off and walk further into the living room.

the sound suddenly makes sense as you see someone stood in your living room, arms holding up your parents flat screen television, awkwardly trying to carry it.

you aren't even mad. you honestly don't care about the tv. or the fact that someone is trying to rob you.

you let out a bitter laugh before you sink to the floor. “of fucking course this happens.” you are glad you still have your purse slung from your shoulder as you pull your wallet out, quite aggressively throwing it at the robber who has now frozen.

“what?” he questions, lowering the tv to the ground and pushing his hood of his head, a dumb move for someone currently committing a crime.

“this has been the worst week of my life and now you're robbing me. just my fucking luck…” you let out a broken sob. “just take whatever you want and leave.”

the only things that matter to you still in the house aren't actually worth anything anyways. the photos of your parents, your dad's cologne that's half empty, the oak tree that your childhood dog is buried next to.

“i thought the people who lived here died.”

you pick your head up, a look of fury overtaking your face.

“they did. they're my fucking parents! and now they're gone and you're fucking robbing me! get the fuck out!” you stand up, pushing at the robbers chest.

he looks familiar, like you should know who he is but can't place him.

“im-shit. im sorry.” he says, allowing you to shove him away and out the door.

“im really fucking sorry!” he yells again before you slam the door shut.

-- years later --

you park your car in the driveway instead of pulling it all the way into the garage like you know you should, but you need to know if you're correct about the man sitting on your front step.

“you're the kid that tried to rob me.” you say as you walk the sidewalk to the porch.

“yes.” he says, looking ashamed and a whole lot more grown up. “i was an addict and i owed a debt. my dad had just kicked me out of the house and i was on my own for the first time. it was stupid of me, but when i heard the people living here died, i thought it'd be a victimless crime.”

he sighs deeply, like even just thinking back to that time physically hurts. “i didn't even think that someone could have inherited the house. im so, so sorry.”

he swallows thickly. “my mom died when i was young. my dad- my dad just died recently. he faked his death and i got him back, but he's actually gone this time. you know what you said about the worst week in your life?”

you think back those years. it's mostly a blur, especially the days surrounding your parents car crash and funeral, but you do remember breaking down in front of the robber. you nod gently, waiting to hear the end of his speal.

“i know what you mean now. and im sorry i hurt you. im sorry about your parents dying.” he pulls something out of his pocket, extending his hand.

you look into his open palm, realizing it's a ornate gold necklace.

“no.” you shake your head. “you keep it. you don't need to bribe me to forgive you.”

“i want you to have it.” he says. “it's… it's not a lot, but it's something. something to help make up for what ive done.”

you reach forward, carefully taking the necklace out of his outstretched hand, carefully not to accidentally bump his skin.

“thank you.” you say, admiring the way the sun gleams off the metal.

“im rafe, by the way. rafe cameron.”

“y/n.” you respond, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“here, let me.” he takes it out of your hands, moving quicker than you can think as he steps around you. your hair is already up in a bun, so rafe is able to reach around and easily place the chain around your neck.

“thank you.” the weight of the necklace feels comfortable against your skin, like it's the last finishing touch you need. you are wearing your mother's earrings, your father's bracelet, and now you have the other piece of what made that time in your life so miserable, your robbers necklace.

“i… i guess ill be going now.” rafe says.

you turn and watch him walk away. you recognize so much of your former self in him, the clear grieving he's going through.

“are you sober now?” you call out before he reaches the end of your driveway.

“sober enough.” he shouts back. rafe doubts he'll ever truly be clean, but he can at least manage now, doesn't need the drugs like he used to.

“then come back for dinner tomorrow. we can talk.”

you can see the smile stretch over his features. “ill be there.”

-- three months later --

“shit.” rafe says, head snapping over to you. “this is the same tv.”

you giggle and nod, surprised it took him so long to realize. “i never really watch tv on the actual tv, so no need to replace it.” you shrug, the gold necklace still draped over your neck. you haven't taken it off except to shower and sleep.

“god, thats crazy.” rafe looks over to you. “imagine if we just talked back then.”

you shake your head. “you just think you want that because we get along now. we were both in bad places.”

“you don't think we would have been hooking up back then?” rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you, watching the way your thighs press together at the mere mention of hooking up, already feeling the urge to sleep with rafe even after having sex only a couple of hours ago.

“we were two scared kids. if we were hooking up we definitely shouldn't have been.” you giggle, reaching your wine glass out for rafe to refill, which he is glad to pour a more than healthy amount in.

“and now?” rafe looks down at his lap.

“and now we are two slighty less scared slightly older kids.” you giggle again, taking a deep sip before leaning across the couch cushion to press a kiss to rafes cheek, the movie you had put on long forgotten.

“rafe.” you wait until he looks you in the eye. “im here for you.”

“god, what have i done to deserve you?” rafe wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him as he flops back onto the couch.

you let out a laugh before it's cut off with his lips. he kisses you heavily, hand against the back of your head, not allowing you to pull away, not that you want to.

you let himself get lost in your kiss. you wish you had someone to support you in the time you needed most, and you're determined to be that person for rafe now.

rafe easily dominates your mouth even though he's underneath you as you quickly work your shorts off, wiggling against him until your bottom half is nude.

you press against rafes crotch, still covered by his sweatpants. you feel his cock straining against the fabric as you rub your pussy against it, wetting the gray material.

“baby, please.” rafe groans. he would pull his cock out himself, but his hands are preoccupied holding you close to him as if his life depends on it.

“oh, now you don't like teasing?” you smile.

“alright, i deserve this.” rafe also manages a chuckle despite his straining erection. “but please. need to feel your pussy ‘round me.”

“alright.” you roll your eyes dramatically. you'll have to get revenge on rafe at a different time for edging you the other night.

you push his pants down his thighs until you're able to reach into his underwear and pull out his cock. you give him a few quick strokes before lining up your entrance and sinking down.

rafe let's out a moan, barely pulling his face away from yours. “you're so wet.”

“it's almost like i like you or something.” you roll your eyes.

rafe laughs before kissing you again, hand moving up to your hair, tangling his fingers between the strands.

you sit on his cock for a moment, adjusting, before beginning to move, up then down, up then down, subtle movements of your hips, not needing anything fast, wanting drawn out, wanting it to last.

the movie is long over by the time rafe finally cums, a hand finally moving down to rub your clit to make sure you get off at the same time as his.

by the time you're both satisfied, you're sweaty and exhausted. you don't even bother to pull off his cock as you rest your head against his chest.

“thank you.” rafe says softly, rubbing his hand over your back. you don't need to ask what for. you know. for being there. you'll always be there.

you look up at him, a small smile on your face. “how are we gonna tell people we met?”

things are quickly getting serious, and while he hasn't breached the subject with you yet, neither of you have been hiding how quickly you're falling.

“what, you think it's a problem that we met when i was robbing you?” rafe says, making you giggle, only intensified by his hand pressing into your side, fingers tickling you as you howl with laughter.

rafe flips you over onto your back so you're underneath him, keeping his cock pushed inside of you.

“maybe we should just tell people we met on tinder.” rafe shrugs.

you roll your eyes. “somehow that's more embarrassing.”

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Which MHA men know where the clit is and how to use it:

tags/warnings: sexual themes and stuff

•Deku- knows where it is and how to use it because he's done his homework. he's literally interviewed people. it's so cringe but def worth it when he destroys u utterly.

•Iida- knows where the clit is but NOT how to use it. he will try to use it like a fucking joystick in smash.

•Bakugou- this man is fucking pathetic, he will be so moody and awful and avoidant because he knows that he doesn't know where it is or how to use it and he's so fucking ashamed that he won't have sex with u until u cry bc u don't think he likes u anymore and he finally admits it and then u just look at him like "and u didn't think I'd teach u?? what???"

•Todoroki- doesnt know what tf ur talking about when u bring it up. once u get him to understand, he's still like "but. but why is it hidden. i don't understand." eventually he gets over it and is an excellent lover but good GOD is it an effort to get him untangled

•Kirishima- clueless but teachable. he makes it super fun because he's just so happy to be there leaning you and touching ur body, exploring so that he knows ur pleasure just as well as he knows his own

•Sero- knows where it is and how to use it. please don't make me elaborate, im trying so hard not to simp for him

•Kaminari- doesn't know where it is BUT once he learns? he's a fucking menace.

•Shinsou- instead of going thru the awkward process of asking and talking about shit, he just murmurs in your ear that he'd like a show and makes u get urself off while he strokes his cock and studies what u like

•Dabi- doesn't give a fuck where the clit is and doesn't want to find out. he's there to get his rocks off, not fuck around with the pussy labyrinth problem

•Hawks- this man is such a slut he knows exactly where it is and how to use it and he'll leave u fucking shaking in bed like "see ya later" as if he didn't just destroy your world

•Aizawa- knows where it is, how to use it, and honestly ur shocked bc he doesn't seem like he gets a lot but in his younger days he absolutely fucked

#mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #todoroki x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #iida x reader #kirishima x reader

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 29 days

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Hello i don’t know if your request are open or closed ignore me if it’s the case but can you make a Jason grace x reader when he know she is love with him and it’s reciprocated but she don’t want to make the move because Jason grace is a golden boy perfect etc.. and she is just normal thank you 🤩

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Oh, That Golden Light - Its Blinding Me

content: jason grace x unclaimed! reader fic warning: kinda angsty, ig??? sort of??? i dunno??? author's note: taking a break from the smau bc i miss writing lmao- also i feel so big brain for making the reader unclaimed for legit no reason. this is HEAVILY influenced by golden by harry styles. im not like a huge mega fan but satellite did things to me bc i thought of my father while listening to it and i had to pull over i was crying so hard in my car oop- anyways, i hope yall enjoy me coming out of my writing disappearance frfr WERE BACK BABYYYYYYYY

jason grace was like something out of some shiny hollywood movie. perfect. flawless. stunning. blinding.

it was hard not to fall in love with zeus' golden boy. he was just so sweet and caring to every person he met. you wouldn't even know this boy was a harden solider from the way he fawned over trampled patches of grass or new campers. he was just that kind of person, the one who drew people in with his comforting aura.

and you were just another victim of jason grace's warm vibes.

you, one of the few campers who continued to break percy's promise with the gods. 'claim them by thirteen,' he'd said and they agreed, but apparently your name must have been in the fine print. every summer and winter solstice, your name was brought up as a betrayal of their promise and every summer and winter solstice it was brushed under the rug. you tried to not let it affected, that your parent was so ashamed of you that they were willing to risk the wrath of percy jackson to avoid claiming you. but whatever, it's cool, it's totally fine, and not something you think about late at night.

but it did affect you. your self worth was in the dumps, you'd never felt so undesirable in your entire life. which is why you left your dreams of being jason's girlfriend just that; dreams. he'd find some other girl, some girl who was wanted, and you'd just have to live with that. but, boy, he didn't make it easy.

"good morning, yn. sleep well?" he asked, just like every morning, a book under his arm and his hair still fluffed from his pillows as he jogged to catch up with you. breakfast had been called and, just like every morning, jason made sure to walk with you and grab his breakfast with you.

"gave up my bed to little jamie here last night. those floorboards aren't too bad though," you replied easily, distracting yourself by ruffling jamie's spikey ginger hair. he was one of the new campers, still unclaimed like you, but you were sure that was bound to change soon as he was twleve. you glanced up and noticed jason's frown but pretended like you didnt.

"yn-"

"do you hear that? i think connor needs me. ill see you around, grace," you cut off what would surely be words of concern, scampering off towards connor, who definitely didn't call for you. being with jason was hard, it burned to be within feet of that boy. he was just so dazzling and bright and sometimes you just couldn't do it. you couldn't stand to block his light. to tarnish it in the way only you could.

"you try archery? maybe you're an apollo kid?" travis offered as you guys walked back from breakfast, but he knew the answer. you gave him a pointed look and he shrugged with a roll of his eyes.

"or maybe im not even an halfblood. maybe someone screwed up. maybe im destined to be unwanted, to rot away inside cabin eleven until i look like the oracle," you rambled, only stopping to take a calming breath.

"i can think of someone who wants you," connor hummed from you other side, a cheeky smile and sly look shared between the boys who could be twins but weren't. you squinted at both of them, your head darting around like you were watching an intense tennis match.

"what are you two even yapping on about?" you hissed and they just continued to smirk in the way only they could.

"we're just suggesting that a certain golden boy has his eyes on you. his heart eyes," travis gushed, wiggling his fingers at you as connor pretended to swoon. you scoffed and shoved the two away, hoping the distance would blur their vision of your growing blush.

"you two tease too much. cruel boys is what you are," you huffed and continued to march away from their laughing forms, clear evidence that they had seen your blush.

you spent your day the way you always spent your days at camp half blood; trying everything in hopes of getting recognized, in hopes of impressing your parent enough for them to dangle a glowing light over your head, to claim you as their child. you covered yourself with soot inside the forges with leo but all you ever managed to produce was a broken spring that even had leo wincing in shame as he plucked it from your hands and threw it away. you tried every weapon in the arena, letting clarisee pummel you with swords, spears, and shield alike. you even tried hanging out with nico and percy, trying to dig up bones and talk to horses but it never worked. none of it ever worked. which is how you ended up at the dock, your legs crossed under you and your fist shoved into your cheek to hold your head up. apollo's sun was starting to set, coating the whole of camp in a golden hue that had you thinking of one boy who was comparable to the color.

"go away, travvy. im not hungry," you muttered as you heard footsteps approached, picking up another rock and plopping it into the lake, watching the naiads follow it down before bringing it back up to you.

"not travis," a familar voice mused as he stopped behind you, causing your spine to straighten and you to look over your shoulder with a mildly panicked look, being met with the very golden boy who invaded your mind.

"oh, hey, jason," you replied, returning your attention to the naiads as jason sat down next you, leaning back against one of the poles as he watched you. you stiffened under his view, feeling it to be more interrogating than anything. you went to open your mouth and run away with lies about needing to make your bed but jason beat you to it.

"you look so pretty in this light."

"huh?" you asked, stupidly, turning to look at him with what surely was a dumb look on your face. jason's lips just continued to twitched upwards, the setting sun's light getting caught on his scar. you had the fading thoughts that jason might have seen it as an imperfection, which would have made you laugh; the golden boy, flawed? no, surely not.

"i said; you look beautiful in this light. just gorgeous," he continued, leaving you gaping like a fish before swallowing down your embarrassment as you hung your head.

"look, if the stolls put you up to this for some stupid prank, it's okay-"

"nope. ever hear of free will, yn?" jason mused, his eyes unwillingly drifting from you towards the golden setting sun. your eyes stayed on him, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out his angle.

"jason," you said, not entirely sure what you wanted to say after you drew his attention back to you. his blue eyes instantly darted back to you, gleaming with a fondness that you've seen in the way percy looks at annabeth, the way nico looks at will, and the way charles used to look at silena. with a love that you never thought would be directed towards you. let alone from him.

"yn," he teased back with a bright smile, shifting to lean closer to you. you wanted to lean away, give him space to think over his decisions but your gut wouldn't let you, feeling his breath fan across your redden cheeks.

"what are you doing?" you whispered out, not needing to speak louder due to the closeness.

"something i should have done a long time ago. im confessing to a girl that i like her, like, a lot. im telling this pretty girl that i know she's scared, but i can't get her out of my mind," jason rambled and out of the corner of your eye, you could his hand reach out before landing against your bicep. it then ran upwards, slowly gliding over your skin towards your neck and face.

"jason. we- we can't. youre- gods, youre so golden and perfect and youre just- youre too bright for me. we can't," you breathed out, rapidly, but unable to lean away from his warm touch. his hand which was now cupping your cheek while his other landed somewhere near your hip.

"yn, youre the perfect girl for me. utter perfection. and i'll spend the rest of my life ensuring that you know that. you'll never go another day going unwanted with me, i swear on my life," jason replied, firmly, the roman praetor tone strong in his voice. and, not wanting to give you time to argue, jason pulled your lips to his.

and you'd be lying if you said you didn't lean in a little too.

kissing jason grace was like something out of some shiny hollywood movie. perfect. flawless. stunning. dazzling.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x reader

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dazai-ritualist · 6 days

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I CANT HELP IT! IM SORRY but we know Al dies in his late 30s early 40s so we can assume he at least got to watch his kids grow up into young adults? What happens when Al dies and reader is “set free?” Only to figure out her children aren’t all who they seem to be? I can see reader’s son possibly becoming a corrupt detective/cop and perhaps her daughter gets into fashion or becoming a teacher? Im not sure what Emi’s future might be but im very curious on your thoughts!

UH OH, SHE’S LOSING HER CONTROL!

[hold up! read the rest of the story first!!]

— and when it seemed like there was no more hope, the monster of the house was slain.

and so, 12 years passed by like a breeze. despite being trapped in this hellhole called home, it was all worth it. for the children, all of it was worth it. noah, just 22 and he’s already a fine policeman, keeping the people in line. and the family treasure, emilia— aged 15, and yet a smart little girl. starting her own little farm outside, from cotton to potatoes, and keeping the family afloat. such wonderful kids, it’s a miracle alastor’s manipulations didn’t rub off on them.

1933, times were tough— the stock market crashed, the bank had failed, and everyone was living off of rations. thankfully, radios gained more popularity, and alastor had profited off of it, making sure his little family was fed with a roof over their heads— he seemed to not only enjoy the newfound wealth, but also the suffering in the streets... suitable for a monster such as himself. and while he worked, you and emilia had used the cotton from her farm to create and sell dresses, your own little effort to the community.

still, that didn’t change the hell that was outside your little safe haven. it wasn’t rare for young men to knock on your door, begging for work. and while your heart felt for them, it couldn’t change what alastor had in mind for them. he’d bring them in— down into the basement. and that very night, suddenly there was meat on the table.

you knew what he did, you weren’t an idiot. he gave you that man’s flesh. but, you did what you had to do. for the children, so that they’re well-nourished. and against your better judgement, you followed through, serving what seemed to be a steak. your husband seemed to love your ultimate submissiveness, one way or the other, you’d give into his ways. although it made your stomach churn, the very thought of eating the poor man, it was hard to live during these times, it was what had to be done.

and, it was why you let your children on a hunting trip with him. “little emi’s first trip! you excited, lil’ sis?” noah laughed, patting his sister on the head. “don’t do that, you’ll mess up my hair!” emilia frowned back. alastor laughed at the two as he held you by the waist, “oh, those two!” he mused, looking back to face you. “we’ll be home in time for dinner, my love. i love you so very much!” he smiled, kissing you all over. you hated whenever he did that— when he acted like he’d done nothing wrong, yet you didn’t fight back. what point was there to it? 15 years, and he’s managed to keep you in this house, there was no more use in fighting back.

“okay. just keep them safe, alastor.” you said as he pressed his nose against your’s. he smiled against your lips and laid onto you one final kiss. “don’t you worry your pretty little head, my dear. i’ll protect them with my life.”

and, that was the last time you saw him.

when your children came home, they looked frightened. “m..momma…” emilia whimpered. “oh, baby, what’s wrong? where’s dad?” you asked, running towards them to make sure they were safe. “…ma…” noah let out. “dad’s dead…” he said, ashamed to look you in the eye. “he’s… dead..?” you asked, dazed. “momma! i-i didn’t mean to!” your daughter cried, pulling you closer to hug. “you didn’t mean to..? emi, what happened?” you pulled your daughter far away enough to see her teary-eyed face.

“…i shot dad…” she said, hiccuping in-between words. your eyes widened at her words. “d-dad was on his knees in the dirt, so i thought he was a deer ‘n i shot him…” she explained, wiping her tears. “momma, i don’t wanna go to jail.” she cried out. “don’t worry, baby. you won’t go to jail. you didn’t mean to…” you kissed her on the forehead.

standing up properly, you looked your son in the eyes, wet as he tried to hold his tears back. “baby, i need you to show me where dad is, i’ll take care of it.” you said. “y-yeah, ok, momma… i’ll take you there…” he nodded his head. “emi, go prepare dinner while i’m gone. momma will take care of this mess.” you told her as she nodded her head.

when you arrived, alastor’s body was mangled beyond recognition, the only way you knew it was him was by the clothes he wore— it must have been someone’s hunting dogs, that means it’s possible somebody already discovered the body, and is headed to the police station. the only possible reason alastor could have been here and on his knees, as emilia said, must have been to dispose of a body. so, the ground beneath you must have a corpse. only the lord knows how many bodies alastor could’ve hidden here. but then, you had an idea.

but, first, you had to check. you dug the dirt below alastor’s body. and lo and behold, was the corpse of noah’s friend-turned-enemy, kenneth. “d…did dad kill ken..?” noah asked, afraid of the answer. “i suppose he did.” you said, frowning over your own answer. did the years truly turn you as heartless as him..? “now, noah… if you don’t want your sister to be locked away in a correctional facility, you’ll help me. understand?” you asked, speaking for the first time with a strict tone. “y-yes, momma…” he said as he pushed back in about 3 feet of dirt. he helped you lower his father’s mangled corpse into the grave, pushing back the remaining 3 feet of dirt.

“now, dear… i need you to head back to your station and see if any hunters reported a corpse in the forest, okay? and, make sure those police dogs you have sniff this area, so that they can find dad…” you said to him, explaining your plan. “yeah, okay, momma… i don’t want little emi going to jail…” he said. this was wrong, but it was to protect your family. for the children, right? you won’t let alastor ruin the family even in his death. if those cops found out that emilia killed alastor, they’d try to punish her for all of his crimes as well.

and with that, you returned home. and when noah came back, he returned triumphant. “they bought it, momma. don’t you worry, emi. no cops are gonna take you away. if they try, i’ll kill ‘em” he assured her, hugging his little sister as the weight on her shoulders fell.

this is good, right? even though it resulted in alastor’s death, all three of you are free from his manipulations. and, yes, you framed an innocent hunter— but, it was to protect the family. after all, you raised such wonderful kids, they don’t deserve to go to jail. they’re so kind, they’d dirty their hands for each other. and… that’s a good thing, isn’t it? they’re loyal to their family.

but then, the guilt finally started to settle in.

and it weighed on your shoulders when they finally lowered alastor’s casket into the ground.

1891 — 1933

loving husband and father

he will be missed by all who knew him

the monster was finally gone.

#the corruption is supposed to be subtext 😣😣#btw im totes willing to write another part when reader finally dies n sees my pookie in hell 💞💞💞#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hc #alastor headcanons #human alastor #alastor the radio demon #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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im a huge sucker for masked villains loosing their mask in front of the hero, especially when it ends with a flirty hero lmao,, would love to see that idea in your interpretation and writing style!

The hero fished yet another weapon out of a pocket of the villain’s.

“What is this bad boy doing in your pants?” They waved the dagger in front of them, showing it off as they wiggled with their eyebrows. However, the villain only rolled their eyes.

“You might wanna reword that.”

“I shan’t.” They smirked at them and hid the weapon in their own suit. “You have been very bad.”

“Hence the handcuffs? I wasn’t really sure about that,” the villain answered, more unimpressed than anything.

Ever since the villain had lost their mask during the fight, the hero couldn’t stop staring at their face. The villain was attractive, for sure. They were clever and elegant in a way that made the hero’s stomach turn.

Someone so skilled, someone so special had chosen them to be their nemesis. The hero couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yeah…hence the handcuffs.” The hero’s eyes dropped to the villain’s lips involuntarily. But they refused to acknowledge that. It was merely desire. “I need to search for more weapons. Get on your knees. Please.”

The villain didn’t move, just stared. They looked at the hero curiously, as if they were something the villain had to decipher. As if they were written in an ancient language only the villain could read.

“You’re very bold today.”

“It’s a day of firsts, isn’t it? Seeing your face for the first time, catching you for the first time…let’s add kneeling.” The villain started smiling and cocked their head.

“Fine. If it pleases you.” They sank down to their knees and the hero swallowed the bundle of embarrassment in their throat. The villain’s face made them nervous.

“You’re very pretty, you know?” the hero asked. They gathered all their courage to grab the villain’s chin. “Makes it harder to arrest you.”

“Does the golden saviour of the city have a crush on me?” the villain asked. Their smile was turning into a smirk. “How adorable.”

“N-no.”

“Oh, no need to be ashamed.”

“I am not.”

“Dinner at seven? I’ll pick you up if you let me go,” the villain suggested.

“No way.” The hero’s face was burning.

“Ah, worth a shot. Dinner in prison then?”

“Fine,” the hero hissed. They were more excited than they should have been but instead of revealing that, they pulled up the villain and pushed them against the closest wall next to them.

For the rest of the week, the hero couldn’t stop thinking about that dinner.

#sry for any mistakes I’m depressed xoxoxo #fnny how the villain had everything under control innit #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #q

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joylovesfluff · 6 months

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Sad times

The first time you've ever cooked for Sanji was the time where he felt like the world was going against him, sanji feeling down was definitely a rare sight especially if he wasn't able to make breakfast for the whole crew that morning.

The way sanji usually endure his sadness was by distracting himself by cooking but right now, everything felt too much for him. Every small task that he was so used to doing, now felt like an endless chore, so he thought that maybe he just needed a break.

'Everyone needed a break from time to time right?' he keeps repeating it to himself

'i deserve to have breaks' he repeats but does he really feel like he deserves to be taking a rest while you guys go and cook for yourselves?

And by that he felt selfish, 'its just stress, its fine i can go work' but as he reasures himself that he's fine, you suddenly speak from behind him.

"hey sanji, are you alright?" Your voice, the voice that he has gotten so used to, the voice that always finds a way to cheer him up.

He looks at you unsure what to reply, hes confused if he should tell you the truth or just say that he's fine just like what he always does.

But this time he chose to tell you, you have gained his trust after all so telling you all his worries wouldn't be that bad.

"To be honest, love. Ive been feeling a little down" he says as he looks down, ashamed to admit it especially infront of you, he was supposed to make himself look strong, not showing weakness, but he just couldn't help but tell you everything.

You got him wrapped in your little finger after all.

"Whats been bothering you then? You can tell me anything you know." You tell him to reasure him that you will always be by his side even in his gloomy days.

The cold breeze of that morning wind made your thighs shiver but you tried not to pay attention to it as youre deep into your conversation with sanji.

You listen to rants as your eyes trail to his eyes and how sad they looked, you miss the way they would practically lit up whenever he shares the stories he's heard about the All Blue. But this Sanji isn't the usual sanji that your used to, but that doesn't mean that hes not worth taking care of too.

You continue to listen, but as the cold takes over you, you couldn't help but shiver which did not go unnoticed by sanji.

"Maybe we can continue this inside? Dont want you catching a cold my love"

a/n: omg its cringey i know, please bare with me i just started writing again ksbxisndhxia. Im making a part two soon but right now my mind feel like its ganna explode from all the words that im doing ekcbisneud

#sanji x reader #sanji fluff #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n

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ragnviindrz · 1 year

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can you keep a secret? / alhaitham x f!reader x kaveh

info: basically you, alhaitham and kaveh fuck and aether is having a conversation with you but doesnt know. 😧

this content includes: threesome, consensual sex, creampie, aether is oblivious to what you three are doing, spitroasting, kaveh cums in your mouth, roomate trope, fwb, porn without plot kinda

note: this is so nasty im actually ashamed of my imagination. sorry for being inactive, im caught up in irl stuff :( will post more stuff soon though. this was kinda quick since i had free time.

You, Kaveh and Alhaitham were having a wonderful time, despite having only the labels of "friends with benefits" the sex was really good.

Though, that was soon ruined with a knock on Alhaitham's door. You had tried to make yourself look presentable as Aether walked in (surprisingly not with Paimon, apparently she was too busy trying out food with Nilou.)

As time passed, the four of you were at the table, Aether talking to the three of you.

It was quite hard to listen, as you could only focus on how Alhaitham's cock went in and out of you in a slow motion, obviously trying to keep it a secret from the blonde man on the other side of the table. Alhaitham had managed to keep a straight face, as you sat on his lap rocking back and forth softly whilst your walls clench around his cock practically squeezing his cock.

He had his book up to his face, as he gripped the mug of the coffee in order to hide his red face. Kaveh on the other hand was barely unable to keep a straight face, his face extremely red whilst he used his spoon to stir his soup.

Your hand was wrapped around Kaveh's cock, teasing his tip slightly as you brush your hand against it.

Suddenly, a shock snapped you out of your thoughts as a clang hit the tiled floor of Alhaitham's kitchen.

"Ah sorry. I dropped my fork, I'll get it." Aether spoke softly, almost about to bend down to grab his fork until you shouted loudly which stopped him.

"I—I'll get it myself." He sat back up, and let you. However, when you bend down to pick up his fork - still sat on Alhaitham's lap whilst he rocks back and forth softly Kaveh suddenly grabbed your head, roughly forcing his cock inside your mouth which caused you to let out a muffled yelp.

"Is everything alright?" Aether asked, worryingly which you just responded with a shaky "Yeah.. It's just dark.. But no worries! I'll find it." when Kaveh let you off his cock for a second.

Aether doesn't mind, as you clearly took your time trying to 'find' that fork, instead he was chatting with Kaveh who was barely unable to keep a straight face as you sucked him off.

"Your face is red. Are you okay, Kaveh?" Aether's worries grew more, but Alhaitham quickly shut him down.

"He's fine. It's just the alcohol." With that, Aether nodded and checked the time before continuing, "Well. Paimon is probably waiting for me now. See you three later."

Aether finally left, and Alhaitham's thrust got more sloppy and hard as he let out a grunt. "Fuck.."

Kaveh's whines and moans grew louder, as he too was reaching his end. He couldn't help the way his cock twitch in your warm mouth.

With a few thrusts in your mouth, he gripped your hair and shoved all of his cock deep in your throat as he came. Ribbons after ribbons of white cum filled your mouth, forcing you to swallow the salty cum.

After Kaveh came, his head on the table as he drooled - Alhaitham too came inside you, grabbing your ass as he pulled you closer. You came with him, tightening up around him even more if that was even possible as you milked him for all his worth.

"You think he heard?" Alhaitham murmured, and you answered.

"Hopefully not.."

In an alleyway, Aether was pumping his hard cock. You were just so hot..

what have i done 😓

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham #gi kaveh #genshin smut #oh my god #what have i done #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for calling my friend annoying?

My friend group and I (15NB) all met on twitter, specifically on anitwt for a specific fandom. Won't name it, but it's super popular, anyway, I really like the main character and I make lots of edits of him that I would post on twitter or just rt art of him I like. I made a few oomfs who liked my edits and we soon became friends :]

tho one of our mutual friends has a delusional attachment to the main character, which I don't mind at all, but the problem is that whenever I post my edits, he (16M) ALWAYS comments something along the lines of "Oh 😳", "I didn't know you felt that way about me", "Did you edge to me while making this", "this is my roman empire <3" and other stuff. It was funny the first few times, but it's become very annoying now and I can't stand to see his replies under my edits. I muted him but even then I know he's still saying that since he says the same comments in my tiktok comments too when I post my edits there.

I know he doesn't control the delusion but it's still annoying he keeps talking about the character as if like I'm personally in love with him when i just like the character, i've gotten sick of it. I vented about it on my priv, I did not say any names but I did say "its fucking annoying getting the same annoying comments from the same person as if im in love w them and yknow not the actual fucking character 🥸🥸". It was all on my priv but I'm pretty sure someone saw the tweet and guessed it was him, since it got leaked with him having a screenshot of it (Ive since deleted it).

He called me ableist and told me it's not his fault he's attached to the character and I should be ashamed for calling someone with a DA annoying for what they can't control and insuiating that they are not the character. I made tweet out of anger which is why I made it on priv but I get now I shouldn't have said that. What I had meant is that I find it really annoying when he makes every comment or post of mine about the character to be about him like I'm flirting with him. I know he's the character but like also not??? Idk how to explain and I'm sorry if it was ableist and still ableist of how I'm explaining it, I just don't want every post of mine to be taken as flirts when I just like the character. (im a lesbian anyway so if that helps).

I made a apology on my main, removed my oomfs who didn't want to be oomfs anymore and deactivated my accounts. I still have time to reactivate them but I don't know if its worth it. I still really like the character but idk if I want to do that all again. I'm just thinking about making a new edit account for a new fandom and moving on, but at the very least I just want to know if I was the TA in this

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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heivexl · 6 months

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ABOUT YOU ; L.HS

synopsis ; you dated your ex in middle school, breaking up because he moved different cities. its been 7 years, why were you still thinking about him? going to the beach you two use to hangout at you bumped into someone

warning ; cursing, mentions of sex ig?? lmk if anything else needs to be added!!

pairing ; non-idol!heeseung x fem!reader

a/n ; i need to stop writing exes to lovers, but this ones pretty short. I LOVE THIS SONG SM THOO

‘ It's somewhere I go when I need to remember your face. We get married in our heads, something to do while we try to recall how we met ‘

letting the moon illuminate from your skin as you walked on the beach dragging your feet into the sand. this is where you and your middle school sweetheart had always hung around fantasizing about your future, y’know like getting married, having kids despite being kids yourself, young love stuff. little did you both know what the future had in store.

“so what’d you wanna talk about?”

“y/n im leaving.”

out of habit you laugh playfully nudging him

“youre not getting me this time Hee”

“im serious y/n.”

turning to him you looked to see that in fact he was not joking.

“like forever leaving…?”

“forever leaving”

just sitting silence staring into each others eyes to see what you should say or do next you swear you could hear your heart crack.

his hand found your hand and held it intertwining his fingers in yours. “i hope you know i really do care about you. sure we’re young but you’ll always be in my heart” nodding you smile bitterly “i care about you too.” “lets just sit here and enjoy the moment.”

there you two were, two hopeless romantic middle schools drowning in their thoughts as they imagined their future together drowning too.

“heeseung?”

“hm?”

‘Wait (don't let go) and pretend (don't let go) . Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end’

“promise me something”

“anything”

“dont forget me.”

he laughs making you turn over as he ruined the moment between you too

“as if i could forget about you, ill come back for you yeah? just dont leave this city, ill be back sooner or later”

“promise?”

“promise.”

as stupid as it sounds you kept your promise. you stayed in this small town and never left in fear that the day he that he came back you wouldve already lost. but its stupid. everyone tells you that he probably already forgot about you and has moved on but you believe other wise.

you dont know why but you did.

but tonight something in your stomach was telling you that it wasnt worth the wait anymore that a middle school boy whos probably in bed with someone else shouldn’t keep you from leaving this town that had nothing to give but memories that you were holding onto.

you bumped into someone making you stumble back a bit. a jumbles of ‘sorrys’ were said between you two. the hand reaches out to you which you accept getting up. moving your hair out of your face your eyes meet a pair that look quite alike to the boy youve been waiting for.

“y/n!”

click !

heeseung.

“you remember me?” you asked not being able to hide the fact that you were indeed shocked.

now he was looking at you equally as shocked

“do you think i’ve forgotten…”

he paused tilting his head

“about you…?”

he finished his sentence in a almost whisper tone

“no, no! im just shocked. i’m-“

you scrambled your words

“sorry.” you stop taking a deep breath

“its just been a while you know, im not sure how to react”

‘There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember’

his lips curved up as he let a low chuckle out. you stood in front of him examining his facial features, the ones that stayed and the ones that matured. he was still your heeseung just 22.

“about that…” he looks down at his feet almost ashamed “please don’t think i forgot or didnt wanna come back for you, it was quite the opposite really. i was just in a self conflict wondering if you had moved on and wanted me to leave you alone…you know? it was weird to think that you might have moved on with your life and are happy where you are right now and your middle school boyfriend just came back out of nowhere. it took a bit of courage but i remembered the promise i made you of coming back and…

and i wanted you to know i kept my word to you that i do care for you. a lot,”

‘It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender’

damn.

hearing those words again made you grin as you proved yourself right, that he hadn’t moved it, it wasnt only you who kept that promise from 7 years ago. you could hear your heart beat through your ears normally that would be concerning but right now this was music to your ears

‘I never know what to think about’

“i…

i dont know what to think or say right now.”

he intertwined your hands the same way he did before and smiled at you

‘I think about you so don't let go’

“i will say i think about you all the time,”

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mhahaikyuus · 10 months

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Wait for me

Tags:; angst to fluff, exes to lovers, mentions of therapy, drinking, trying to move on, Bakugo groveling, crying, happy ending

“I don’t want to talk to you”

“But I want to talk to you.” He insisted as you kept walking trying evade him. Katsuki’s hulking figure trying to blocking your path.

“What do you want? Huh?” He said speed walking a little in disbelief at how fast your legs could move from him.

“To leave me alone.”

He grabbed your hand and yanked it stopping you both from the street. Katsuki pulling you to the side from the busy pathway both of you were inhabiting into a alleyway.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“No.” You groaned tired of the same routine.

“Shoes?”

“I already have a pair.” You said with dead eyes and a blank face.

“You want a bag?”

“Nope.”

He was getting desperate.

“Makeup? Clothes? Books? I’ll buy you a car! Come on im trying here.” He said exasperated

You shrugged.

You were shut down from him. Looking at him as if he was a stranger not your ex boyfriend you hadn’t spoken to in almost two weeks.

“I don’t want your money. If i did I would have kept talking to you.”

He sucked his teeth in annoyance.

“You know what I want.” You continued looking at him unimpressed. This show of money irritating you.

“You know I can’t-“ He struggled to put it into words. Fortunately you knew him like the back of your hand

“Okay. I’m not forcing you and i’m not going to demand you. It’s your choice. I can’t be in a relationship with you anymore.” You said with a sigh letting down your wall even if it was an inch.

Katsuki felt his stomach turn at your words. He hadn’t had many relationships in his life and he was known for his abrasive personality. Something all his previous partners had to endure. Katsuki knew it was wrong but always made it clear, if you couldn’t deal with it the door was always open.

It wasn’t til seeing you walk out made him reconsider everything.

All you had asked for was an apology. To admit he was wrong and say sorry.

But it would never come, and after a while it took a toll on you.

Gifts and a hug were nothing to you, and Katsuki trying to skirt around those two words began to hurt your heart.

You brought it up after every fight asking him to address your needs.

When it was clear he wouldn’t, you accepted it. Never one to beg you took up Bakugo on his words, leaving him.

You didn’t know what you were waiting for, “If that’s all, can I go now or do you have something else to say.” Adjusting your bag and shuffling your feet.

Katsuki felt ashamed of himself but the words still wouldn’t leave his mouth. Letting you know his pride was worth more than your relationship.

But what else could you expect, dating the number two pro.

The correct choice was made, no matter how heartbroken you were. Seeing him now confirmed that. He wouldn’t change.

Katsuki mumbled, “No I dont.”

You nodded, “Alright, it was good seeing you. If you need something you can call me, okay?” Offering him a small smile and going on your way, blinking back tears.

You wanted so badly to be angry at him but you couldn’t. It wasn’t meant to be. If he wanted to change he would for the right person and you weren’t her. It wasn’t his fault. All you could hope was he would be happy and he learned to better himself because he wanted to, that or find the right person. But you didn’t want to think about it, the very thought making you want to collapse.

Katsuki watched you leave feeling the hole in his chest grow.

It had been two weeks since you had left him teary eyed. Your last words replaying in his mind.

“I want an apology for what you said.”

He dragged his hand down his face, “I know but you know how I feel why do I have to say it.”

“You can’t say two words?” You asked sadly truly realizing his ego was his number one priority.

He almost started grinding his teeth almost as if he was in agony at the thought of putting you first.

“Nevermind…I know I shouldn’t have asked.” Your previous words felt to close to begging for your liking.

He let out a sigh of relief, thinking you would let it go. Like you had done one hundred times before.

Why were you with someone who would never put you first?

After a moment of silence you spoke up “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You had also realized you had let this behavior go on 100 times before, and it wasn’t right. You didnt deserve that.

“What?” He said in a shaky voice starting at your dispirited form.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. I won’t ask you to change when you don’t want to. It’s better to end things now than end up miserable.” You said slowly

He made you feel as though a future with him would end in misery.

It was all he could think about for the last two weeks. After the first day seeing you not respond to his texts he left you alone. His pride too big.

Bakugo felt he was stuck in a constant cycle of wanting to swallow his pride and chase after you. The fact you wouldn’t beg or plead with him to change caused him to spiral. But he couldn’t. After decades of this behavior it was impossible for him to try and make another choice.

Instead soft moments you two shared plaguing his mind.

Cuddling after a long day while Katsuki groaned into your chest as he told you about his day.

“Commission told me I needed to change my attitude if I was going to work on the mission and I told them to fuck off.” He grumbled as you raked your hands through his hair.

You laughed at his words.

“Good because I wouldnt want you to change for anyone. I like you exactly as you are.”

He glared at you his chin resting on your chest.

“Like?”

You huffed at his insecurity but never complained, always happy to reassure.

“Love, i love you exactly as you are.” You corrected yourself.

He had never met anyone who had so wholeheartedly accepted him. Even in your worst moments you never wavered on your love for him.

Everyone else, his friends, his family, his own mother. Every single one told him his flaws in detail and told him he had to change. It angered him to no end but he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

All you had asked was to try and put you first and he foolishly took that for granted. Now Katsuki only had fleeting moments with you. He had carefully orchestrated after spending so many nights alone. Katsuki had noted your most common areas of walking in the city when you were together and asked a favor to switch patrol times.

Seeing your familiar jacket and hair he took his chance to see you again.

Katsuki didn’t know what he would say when he saw you again. He just needed to. But it only to affirmed your reasoning for leaving him.

Seeing you walk away for the second time was a widening hole to his chest. Worse than any pain a villian had inflicted upon him.

The one person who never asked him to change, walked away.

He loved you more than life. Why couldn’t he say the words.

The days got longer and the nights became sadder. The remnants of your presence left in his apartment were the only thing keeping him going.

Your toothbrush next to his on the sink, lotion on the nightstand, pillow smelling of perfume on his bed.

Not seeing you curled up in bed, the tv blaring whatever show you liked, the smell of shared dinner wafting in the apartment. Katsuki realized what he had done.

He was ashamed.

Your toothbrush next to his untouched, your pillow smell less of you everyday, and making dinner for one made him silently weep before he left in the morning and every night before he went to bed.

Bakugo had always assumed he was going to end up alone since he was a child. His awareness never seeing a reason to be sad. But now he had the experience of love it was devastating. It was all his fault.

Two weeks of no contact besides Katsuki’s street ambush turned into 2 months.

You were heartbroken but tried to move on.

The feelings of guilt and shame didn’t carry onto your side.

Each date you powered through. If you weren’t the right person for Bakugo, then he couldn’t be the one for you.

These dates could let you find someone who, on the off chance could love you back as much as you did them.

It didn’t change the result, each date ending with a kiss and you coming home alone to cry.

Until you found a sweet guy named Yuki. He was nothing like your ex. Very kind, quiet, and he liked you a lot.

Sorry was at the tip of his tongue in his daily speaking, slightly shocking but it was a nice change.

On a coffee date he had bumped your chair a little too rough and almost went into a panic.

“I’m so sorry are you alright?” He asked with widened brown eyes of fear as you readjusted yourself.

It was all you could do to not laugh.

“I’m fine, i swear. Stop apologizing.” You said gently touching his hand to calm him.

He was shy, rubbing the back of his neck, “Okay.”

Todoroki was picking up bakery sweets for his girlfriend, a stop on his way to home from patrol. Seeing you and Yuki on your fourth date enjoying each others company in the corner of a small cafe.

He interrupted your date to say hi.

“Hi y/n how are you.” Todoroki asked standing at your table. It had been a while since he had seen you.

It was a shock to see one of Bakugo’s friends after removing yourself from his life.

“Hi Shoto! How are you?” You asked

Making small talk before Shoto said his goodbyes and left not wanting to interrupt.

“Who was that?” Yuki asked seeing slight distress in your eyes.

“Oh…um an old friend.” You replied with a small smile changing the topic.

The only thing on your mind, wondering if Shoto would tell him.

Bakugo wanted to die.

Shoto on patrol mentioned offhandedly seeing you with a friend yesterday night at a cafe. Having no idea that the two of you were broken up.

In the two months of being alone he was trying everything to fix himself.

One weak night he had, he broke and came to his father in tears asking what to do.

His father was so gentle mannered and quiet and he loved his mom. Making a copy of his wife, when they found out they were expecting. Both Bakugo and Mitsuki butting heads due to being so similar. If anyone could talk to him it was Masaru.

“What do I do? I need her” He said tearfully. Katsuki had pride and not anyone could see him this vulnerable. But his father knew him so intimately it was hard to keep that wall up.

Masaru was gentle but he was firm. The only way to be with his wife for this long. “You need professional help. Therapy might be best for you.”

Bakugo nodded in defeat at his words.

Now once a week he sat in a office on a cramped couch to discuss his feelings.

He hated it.

Everytime the therapist asked him a question Katsuki wanted to snap at him. Instead taking a deep breath and grumbling out an answer.

Remembering that you would move on and could find someone if he didn’t do this.

Now his worst nightmare came true. As he was trying to work on himself you had moved on. Icy Hot being a dumbass and rambling about seeing you last night with a “friend”, Bakugo knew all your friends and what he had described was a date.

He got off of work and went straight to the bar to drink. Something he did rarely but today called for a drink.

You were sleeping in your bed as one does at 2am. When your ex boyfriend pounded on your door waking you and your neighbors up.

Jumping from your sleep at the noise of his giant fist slamming against the door. At first you thought someone was breaking in but the incessant banging shook the sleep from your head. Dragging yourself out of bed to swing open your door. To see your ex leaning against the doorframe towering over you. Liquor on his breath and cloudy red eyes. He looked so different from the last time you saw him. Bloodshot eyes sunken deep with bags, he had scruff on his usual clean shaven face, and his hair was longer.

You jumped back in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” You said almost tripping on your own feet to move away.

“I missed you.” He said pushing his way in.

“It’s 2am and youve been drinking.” You scolded him.

A cocky smile graced with face. “You worried about me baby.”

Okay he was really drunk.

“I’m calling you a cab home, sit on the couch.” You said grabbing your phone. Katsuki plucked it out your hand and pulled you in by the waist. Smelling your hair with a deep inhale. You shoved him back in shock.

“Katsuki! You can’t. Sit down.” You said his hand still firmly on your waist.

Now you were back in his arms he wasn’t letting go.

“I love you.” He said with a drunk slur nuzzling your neck.

You pulled your upper body back and gripped his face.

“Listen to me.”

His drunk eyes were glazed over but he focused on your voice. He nodded.

“Sit down and let me go.” You said slowly

“I already let you go once.” He said and you could see his eyes water. Your chest hurt at his words.

You sighed, “Okay, and im coming back. Just lay back on the couch.”

“Promise?”

He was such a sappy drunk.

“I promise.”

He nodded slowly letting you go and you guided him to the couch.

You grabbed a bottle of water and put two pieces of bread in a toaster.

Bakugo was face first into your couch. Gently pulling his body up he swung his arm around and yanked you into his lap.

You huffed at his touchiness.

“Eat and drink up.”

He nodded almost crumbling up the toast into a ball to eat it in under a minute and chugging the water.

At least he wasn’t fussing about the bread and water. An attempt to try to sober him up, but that seemed to fail. The only comfort knowing tomorrow morning wouldn’t be as bad for him.

“Where is he?” Katsuki asked

You were half listening to him, “Who?”

“Yuki.” He said leaning on your neck, “Your new boyfriend.”

You prepared for this, when Shoto greeted you. Still his question made your heart squeeze.

“Not here, and he’s not my boyfriend.” You corrected brushing back his hair, letting yourself fall for a moment. Knowing it was wrong. Even if the love you had for him still existed it didn’t mean you could show it. It wasn’t healthy, you broke up for a reason.

Pulling back from him, climbing out of his lap.

His hand grabbing your own and locking your fingers.

“I fucked up.” Katsuki said leaning into you. “I’m sorry.”

You froze at his words, telling yourself

hes drunk

“I’m sorry I was an asshole. I lost you.” He mumbled again with watery eyes.

Twice he had said the words that had broken you up. Holding his face you nodded with matching sad eyes..

“You weren’t all bad. We just weren’t meant to be together.” You struggled to put it into words feeling your chest ache.

He nodded slurring, “I’m changing, i’m trying.”

You hummed gently laying him back. He was finally losing steam and the drunkenness catching up to him.

“I’m happy for you.” You said putting a blanket over him.

His eyes were half open and his pinkie still locked in yours.

“I’m in therapy. Talking about my feelings n shit. You know i’d do anything for you. Ya love of my life. Can’t believe i lost ya im drowning. Im gonna be better, for you.” He murmured. His crimson eyes closed, features relaxing succumbing to sleep.

You left another glass of water on your coffee table and a trashcan by the sofa. Quietly closing your door to your bedroom. Sobbing into your pillow, wishing it was real. The small part of you still wanting for the both of you to be together. But drunken words meant nothing in the morning.

The next morning you walked in to Bakugo sleeping on your couch. He always woke up late when he drank. Two years together you knew him as well as breathing. Closing your door you didn’t want to wake him.

Around 1pm you heard shuffling and creaking of your couch. A small knock was heard on your door before Katsuki slowly came in.

He looked as terrible as last night.

“Hey,” You said quietly

He cleared his throat ashamed at what he had done, “Hi, look i don’t…whatever happened i’m sorry.”

“How are you feeling?” You said shutting the book you were reading, gesturing for him to sit on the bed.

“Like I got hit by a truck.” He admitted sitting down at the foot of the bed on the side that was previously his.

You nodded, “Um you were just drunk and mumbling. Don’t worry about it, I know drunk words don’t mean anything.”

He nodded, “My bad.”

Katsuki was getting flashes of what he said. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Drunk mumbles of what he was thinking all the time.

You shrugged, “You had a bad night. I’m just concerned that you are okay. You don’t look the best.”

He fiddled with the seam of his pants unable to look at you, “You heard everything I said last night?”

“Yeah, but like I said. I know it didn’t mean-“

Katsuki interrupted “I meant every word, at least everything I remember, it’s coming back in pieces.”

“Katsuki you were drunk and emotional. We can just mark it off as a bad night. It’s partly my fault for letting you get so close.”

In truth some of the words he said you took with a grain of salt.

Katsuki in therapy made you laugh. He always grunted about how stupid it was to talk and he would never.

He was regretful for how things ended but that was common in a breakup. Getting drunk was an outlet for unsaid emotions. Along with the fact he was a sappy drunk.

It wasn’t real.

He would never change for you.

A bad night, that’s all it would ever be.

Bakugo was getting frustrated at you letting him off the hook. This would be so much easier if you grilled him or yelled about his actions last night.

But you were giving him an out. He wanted to take it. Feelings made him sick, vulnerability scarier than any else in this world.

You knew this about him. It hurt his heart that you were still so loving to him.

Katsuki took two deep breaths and covered his face with his hands. Elbows resting on his knees.

“How did I fuck this up this bad.” He muttered to himself fighting back tears.

Unable to hear what he said you hesitantly touched his shoulder to grab his attention.

“Sorry what did you say?”

He studied you a moment and took every piece of advice that stupid therapist had given him about you.

If you want her to think about giving you a chance, you have to be honest with her. You have to make the decision to try and put her first even if it makes you uncomfortable. If you love her you will try.

Ignoring every fiber of his being screaming at him to shut up and take the out. Leave you alone so he wouldn’t have to be vulnerable.

“I said how did i fuck this up this bad.”

You shrunk back at his words, “Oh…” Recognizing the venom in his tone and mistaking the anger he had towards himself at you.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

He almost barked out a laugh, “I’m so in love with you this is killing me. And now you don’t believe anything I said.” His retinas burning with unshed tears

You swallowed at this confession. Even if you both loved each other…it wouldn’t be enough. Love isn’t enough as much as you wanted it to be.

“You were drunk I would never hold you to drunk words.”

“I meant every word. I fucked this up because I was selfish. I still love you and this is killing me. And now you’re moving on and I have no one to blame but myself. I’m trying to get better, for you. I took you for granted. But i was telling the truth last night i’m going to therapy im trying to work through my shit so if you ever changed your mind about me you won’t be miserable. So we could have a chance. I’m sorry.” He said so sadly.

Tears were dripping down your face once he finished. Shaky breaths the only noise in the room.

He was saying everything you wanted but why so late? Why did it have to get to this point for him to realize.

Katsuki froze at you crying your eyes out grabbing you and holding you to his chest as you sobbed.

“Please don’t cry. Please.” He whispered

“I wanted you to get better while we’re together. I thought maybe if i was the right person you would. But so much has happened, we’re not together anymore. I don’t think we’re right for each other. I don’t think i’m right for you. I don’t…i don’t think love is suppose to hurt this way.”

Katsuki felt like a brick was on his chest as he tried to stay afloat. You didn’t think you were suppose to be together? You didn’t think that you were right for him?

When in all this time, that was the only thing Katsuki was sure of.

“You are the only girl for me. The only person in this world I want to be with. We’ve been apart and that’s what is hurting us, not our love for each other.” Katsuki was cradling your face regret written all over his, “I know. I made a mistake. It took me losing you to figure that out but i’m making changes i’m trying.”

“I can’t…”

“Please baby please.” Katsuki didn’t care he was begging now. Pride out the window the second he decided to come over last night belligerent. These past two months without you were agony. He couldn’t imagine doing this for the rest of his life.

“I can’t trust you to do the same as last time. I don’t want to do that again.” You said your hand over his, tears still dripping.

He nodded, “Okay, I understand. What do you want me to do, I’ll do it. I can’t be without you anymore baby I can’t sleep, I can’t eat I need you. Just one more chance, that’s all i’m asking. I promise I won’t screw it up. I’ll prove to you we’re right for each other, I’ll earn your trust back.”

You took deep breaths pulling back from him Katsuki kept your hands in his, his face leaning into yours, vermillion eyes frantic studying your own. Trying to break through the walls you had built up in your time apart. His other hand wiping your tears.

You took 3 shaky breaths trying to calm down your breathing. “You have to keep going to therapy. We won’t be together until I see actions not just words.” You said “I need to see you make an effort. I don’t want to go back to the same relationship. If you really want to change for me you need to show it. And no more trying to buy my love instead of apologizing.”

Bakugo was holding his breath hoping for you to give him a chance he didn’t deserve.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship until I do. We can date but we aren’t together until I say so.”

Bakugo felt his chest lift. You were giving him another chance. He knew he didn’t deserve it, he didn’t deserve a minute more of your time. But that would change. He would make himself worthy enough to call himself your life partner. Katsuki would remove any doubt you had about him.

Bakugo nodded his head

“Whatever you want baby. Just wait for me?”

You nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

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PLZ IM BEGGING FOR MORE OF NEYTIRI X RONAL Z READER I WENT FERAL AFTER THE LAST ONE AND JAKE X NEYTIRI X READER

IM SO GALD YOU LIKED IT ANON AND IM SO GALD YOU REQUESTED THIS CAUSE I'VE WANTED TK WRITE THIS

Feel it

Pairing- Ronal x reader x Neytiri

Summary- You've been watching them, and they've been watching you. When they corner you how can you say no to their advances.

Warnings- 3some, fingering, pussy spanking, playing with boobs, a little dirt talk not much, lmk if I missed something

You watched as Ronal and Neytiri pick some herbs for medicine. It was no secret to them that you watched them, that you liked them, that you touched yourself thinking of them, but you didn't know that. You bit your lip as Neytiri bent down picking up a flower, you thought of how perfect she was, how her body would feel. You quickly looked away as they turned around. They looked at you the way you were embarrassed that you were looking at them.

Neytiri smiled at your shyness. You didn't know it but they watched you too. They watched how you would walk around being all shy, watched how quiet you were around them, and one time they came to talk to you and they heard you touching yourself with two faint words. "Ronal……. Neytiri."

They had to suppress their sinful thoughts and wanting for you until they thought you were ready. They waited many days and many nights, and finally. "Ronal, I believe she is ready." Neytiri said as sat down picking seeds from a plant. Ronal hummed in agreement as she pounded the seeds into dust. You were, are ready.

Now it was late, way past Eclipse and you were in your pod alone, awake and your thoughts wandered to the two women from earlier.

Ronal, oh her strong hands. They could wrap around your body, use you in ways you couldn't even imagine.

Neytiri, oh Neytiri. Her strong arms could hold you, she could bend you over and take you for all your worth.

You huff out and shake your head at yourself. "You should be ashamed of yourself." You whisper to yourself. "Why should you be ashamed?" You hear a familiar voice, Neytiri. Your ears perk and cheeks warm up as you look at her and Ronal. The two women you just thought about fucking two seconds ago are now in front of you.

You gulp the collection of saliva in your mouth. "It is nothing." You say getting up from your cot and tilting your head downward as a sign of respect. They repeat what you did. "I do not think it is nothing, you seem worried." Ronal pushed and you bit your lip the closer they got.

"Why have you come? It is very late." You ask now wondering why they have come. Ronal gives a small smile to Neytiri. "We know what you feel about us Y/N." Ronal stated and your eyes widened, how did they know? Did they find you weird, disgusting?

Pulled from your thoughts was Neytiri giving a little cough. "I do not know what you are speaking of, I do not feel anything for you." You lie through your teeth. "Is that so?" Neytiri cocked her head to the side, walking closer.

Your cheeks instantly heat up as you shake your head. Ronal grabbed your chin, eyes focusing on her now. "So you feel absolutely nothing?" She questioned. Her hands felt so good on your skin, even if she was just holding your chin. You shake your head up and down not letting them win. "So if I did," Neytiri began, hands trailing down your sides squeezing your hips as they traveled to cup your covered cunt. You gasp from her sudden action. "You would feel absolutely nothing." She said hand moving the loincloth to the side feeling your slick covered lips, but not dipping between them to touch your clit which was beginning to be touched.

Your body aches for them practically begging for them.

You didn't speak and then she pulls her hand away making you whine. "Well for someone who doesn't feel anything for us you sure are wet, who caused that?" Ronal asks, hand finally freeing your chin. She already knew who made you wet but she wanted to hear you say it in your own words. Your face and body was heated, you reeked of humiliation. "You two did." There it was, you finally caved in.

"Did what?" Neytiri asked, hands going back to your waist and untying one side of your loincloth. "Made me," your voice got quieter you couldn't believe you were doing this. "Wet." You finished and they both giggled. "We know." Ronal said untying the other part of your loincloth.

Your bewildered expression didn't go unnoticed but was ignored. "Y-you know, h-how?" You stuttered and then as your loincloth fell you felt exposed as their peering eyes traveled up and down your body. "You thought we didn't?" Ronal asked, guiding you to the cot you previously sat upon. "You are not as sneaky as you think yourself to be." Neytiri added sinking next to you.

"We heard you when you were touching yourself." Neytiri whispered into your ear, eyes widened as her fingertips ghosted across your skin, going down, down, down all the way to the place you needed them most. "Those sweet noises that came from you and the names that made you cum." You could hear the smirk that was on her lips and then you felt a second pair of hands rub up from your calves to your thighs. Ronal's rough hands dipped between your thighs first gathering some of your slick, smearing it all over your pussy. You try closing your thighs but then a light smack was given to your clit making you yelp.

"Open, do we have to teach you to behave?" Ronal said and you only shook your head as tears threatened to fall, you wanted it so bad, so bad. Why wouldn't they give it to you? Then, Neytiri kissed you, her lips were soft as a cloud with the taste of sweet fruit, with a hint of honey. Moaning into the kiss as Ronal slides her fingers into your hole. Already clenching around her thick finger you through your head back as she mercilessly fucks you with her them. The sensation was all too much, but you found yourself begging for more.

Neytiri finds her hands ripping your top off playing with your tits with one hand, and with her unoccupied hand she slides it down your squirming body and down to your puffy, red clit. She put it in between her thumb and index playing with it, getting you closer to the edge by the second. You close your eyes and turn your head away too embarrassed to face them. Neytiri tells you, "Eyes open love want to watch as we make you cum don't be shy." She said going at a feverish pace now on your clit while Ronal was going as hard as she started. You clenched around her fingers every time you felt yourself getting closer.

"I feel you're going to cum, come on, want you to cum all over our fingers." Ronal said through her teeth, focusing on getting you to your orgasm.

And you did just as she said, you gushed all over their hands, your legs shaked, your eyes screwed shut seeing spots on the backside of your eyelids as you cum. Your head was fuzzy as both pulled from you. "Look at this mess, didn't know you had it in you." Ronal teases, making you whine. "Be nice to her." Neytiri said, pulling you to the top of the bed caressing the top of your head. Ronal shushes her as she gets on the other side of you rubbing your side up and down.

"Feel anything now." Ronal whispered into your ear.

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