#im not surprised and i probably should be disappointed but that feels like it would be a waste of my own energy lmao

[izzy-b-hands]

2:06 now, interviewer was supposed to call me at 2 to start things, not me call them (noted specifically in their and Indeed's instructions), but no call yet. Interview was supposed to only take 15 minutes, so the new game is how long do i wait before i message or call them myself and ask if something's come up and they need to reschedule lol

#text post #by the time i post this it might be nearly 210 and this interview was only supposed to be from 2-215 sooooooo #im not surprised and i probably should be disappointed but that feels like it would be a waste of my own energy lmao

[ifimdreaming]

can i take you home?

luke hughes x reader || angst, fluff

request: “i like the idea of her best friend going to michigan/dating a former teammate of lukes so thats how luke and reader meet! i love angst and given that its lukes rookie year/she goes to college in another state, maybe they could be friends w benefits but both have strong feelings.”

author's note: i thought this request was so so cute so i kind of took it and ran. also kinda influenced by i miss you, im sorry by gracie abrams. this is also super long but i hope the ending is worth it. let me know if i should do more parts of this!

word count: 5.0k

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Waking up to the sound of your best friend pounding on the guest bedroom door at 7am was not exactly the best way to start your day. But since you are staying the weekend in her student house that she shares with 5 other people, there are definitely unluckier ways you could have been awoken. 

“Morning sleepy head!!! I'm so happy you're up!” your best friend Emma almost shouts as she barges in the room, after you very reluctantly told her she could come in. She immediately begins opening the curtains, and rummaging through her closet to find her outfit for the day.

In her haste she almost spills the two cups of coffee she had brought up from the kitchen as she sets them on the dresser beside the bed, her mug being almost completely empty anyway. You can tell by her enthusiasm and caffeine intake that she has been up for quite a long time before deciding to wake you up. 

You groggily roll over and face away from the wide open curtains, not ready to face the day yet and really disappointed in yourself for choosing to drive up so late last night in the first place.

Of course you were happy to be able to visit your best friend, the two of you going to different schools making it incredibly hard to spend much time together anymore. But being back here brought back so many memories of the last time you visited. Both good and bad. And to be honest, all you could think about was him. From the very moment Emma invited you, he has been on your mind nonstop. 

The way he made you feel so utterly adored when he brought you back to his room, how he spoke to you so gently and quietly the one morning when you were hungover, the time he spilled and called you ‘his’ while you were in bed together, and how much it seemed like it would last forever. It was all coming back so strongly.

“So, what are the plans for the day Little Miss Sunshine?” you sit up, reluctantly speaking your first words of the day after clearing your throat. 

“Well! First I thought we'd go get bagels for breakfast from down the street, and then I think one of us may need a quick shower before we officially start our day…” Emma says with a hand on the side of her mouth, pretending to be saying a secret as she is side-eyeing you, and you just stare at her offendedly, “Aaand we are doing something tonight so maybe we should go shopping..” she says quickly and excitedly, clearly brushing past what exactly it is that we are doing tonight.

“Alright then.” you say as you check your phone for probably the 20th time in the 10 minutes you've been awake. And you can see Emma staring at you from the corner of your eye so you decide to throw your phone to the other side of the bed, getting up and ready to go. You knew she wasn't oblivious, but you did not want to acknowledge the look she was giving you right now, and honestly it did not seem necessary to bring anything up.

Besides, this weekend isn't even about him. Dylan's surprise birthday party is tomorrow and your best friend was so excited to be planning it with your help. She hadn't done anything this extravagant for her boyfriend before and she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

Obviously the last thing you would want to do is ruin this weekend for her, and your stupid feelings and non-relationship are included in that.

-

The walk to the bagel shop seemed awkwardly long as you were both not acknowledging the fact that your mind is very very distracted. It wasn't intentional. But feelings and places have such strong connections and the fact that things felt so unresolved was not helping. Everywhere you are here reminds you of him.

“How's your bagel?” Emma speaks up, finally breaking the silence on your walk home, thankfully giving you an opportunity to get out of your thoughts.

“Oh it's good! Thanks! I was super hungry…” you say, trying to muster up a believable enough reason for why you've been so off today. 

You continue walking and shuffling your feet in silence and are about to return back to the house before Emma looks at you and sighs loudly.

So. Close. You are literally about to step onto the driveway of the house when she stops you. 

“Ok can we just talk about it please? Because there is no way we are going to get through this entire weekend just ignoring it.” she says, stepping in front of you and blocking any sort of way for you to get out of this conversation. 

“What are you talking about?” you say with a grumble and a sigh. Knowing she is going to get it out of you. Obviously she would.

“Luke.” Emma says deadpan, waiting for your response.

For some reason at this moment you wanted to cry just hearing his name. But you also wanted to yell. Your feelings were confusing and annoying and it upset you to even have to talk about it with someone, even though you knew you should.

“I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I can't stop thinking about him, and everything is so confusing.” you whisper-yell at her in frustration. 

It pained you to admit that you couldn't get him off your mind. You didn't realise how much you even liked him until having to admit that.

“He visited me during christmas… I mean, he did in the fall, but this time felt different.” You continue,  “We slept together again. Everything felt like it was going so well…And now nothing.” you admit to her and wipe your face with your sleeves, angry at the tears that have fallen from your eyes. 

“Has he called?” She asks warily.

“Once? Last week. It was short… but he sounded sad. He said he misses me. And he told me he really wanted to visit me. And I've texted him since then and no response.” you look down at your feet as you speak. It really shouldn't be this embarrassing to admit. It's not like you were in a relationship with him anyway.

“He's going to be here...tomorrow? I didn't know if you knew..” Emma says as she grabs your arm and slowly brings you close to her as you begin walking inside together and you nod your head in her direction.

You knew he would be here. Dylan is one of his best friends, obviously he isnt going to miss his 21st birthday. But with how things were currently going, it honestly made you wonder if Luke would even want you here. And what do his friends even know about you two? Has Luke said anything? So many questions are going through your head that it is almost making you dizzy.

-

The rest of the day is so much lighter after your earlier conversation. Emma is exponentially good at cheering people up, and maybe even to a fault, will always be on your side no matter what. But you appreciated it regardless.

You are currently finishing up putting on your makeup and getting ready to go out tonight, still very unaware of what the plan even is. But you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as Emma has picked out every aspect of your outfit tonight - down to the shoes, makeup, and jewellery.

Suddenly Emma gets a call from Dylan and runs into her bathroom to answer the phone, the music cutting out that was playing from her phone as she heads off, and silence filling the room.

You weren't intending to be eavesdropping, but you are able to hear muffled voices from the other side of the door and very hushed arguing that you couldn't quite make out. Making you curious as to what could possibly be going on tonight.

Emma saunters back into the room with hesitancy, her expression is scared and concerned at the same time as she is approaching you almost in slow-motion, saying nothing.

“What is it? Just spit it out.” you say, already knowing you are either about to hear the worst news of all time or the worst news of all time.

“Ok surprise! We're going out for sushi! Yay!” Emma says, obviously starting with the good news and you stay silent.

“And…Luke is coming out with us.” she continues, flinching at her own words as she plops herself on the bed across from you. You sit at her desk, makeup in hand, and cannot help but have an absolutely astonished look on your face. 

Nothing is able to even leave your mouth as her words run through your mind again and again.

“I am so SO sorry.” She starts. “One of the guys accidentally told Dylan that Luke is in town and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise for tomorrow, so I told Dylan that Luke and I were trying to surprise him tonight for dinner. I didn't know what else to say. It was literally the first thing that came to my mind. I'm so sorry.” she continues, worried she has done irreparable damage on your friendship.

“You can kill me now.” Emma blurts out defeatedly, wanting to keep the surprise for tomorrow and not wanting all her efforts to be ruined the day before the party.

Obviously you love that girl, but very much did want to kill her in this moment.

“Does Luke know I'm going to be there?” you ask, brushing past everything else she has said.

“Dylan said he would tell him, yeah, but if you don't want to come please don't feel like you have to.” she says with a small smile, hoping you have some-what forgiven her.

“No, I'll still come.” you say quietly but matter-of-factly.

If Luke knew you were coming, it would be weird if you decided to stay home now because of it, and besides, what would you do here alone? Thinking of what he would be doing and wishing you could read his mind is all you can think of.

“OH? This is good! Ok! Dylan said he is picking us up in 20 minutes!” Emma states, suddenly very excitedly, hoping it will cheer you up to see that she is excited. And as you continue getting ready, nervous energy and anticipation fill your body.

- 

Dylan shows up right on time, unfortunately for you, not giving you any extra time to sit and wallow in your feelings.

It was inevitable that you would be seeing Luke this weekend, but this quickly and under these conditions was not exactly ideal. You were hoping to at least be able to have a one-on-one conversation with him before being thrown into random get togethers where things have no chance but to be awkward.

The drive to dinner is surprisingly happy. Dylan seems so excited to be seeing his best friend again. He can't stop talking about the last time they saw each other and how long it has been. And Emma's laughter and giddy energy is helping you calm down and distract you just a little bit.

“The reservation is for 7pm so we might have to wait in the car for a few minutes.” Emma says, checking her phone as Dylan pulls up to the restaurant a bit early. 

The dim lighting and intimate booths look extremely inviting as you peer inside the windows of the restaurant from the parking lot. You can't help but get distracted by watching people inside as Emma and Dylan talk from the front seats of the car and are cutely chatting to each other quietly.

“There's my boy!” Dylan yells out as he jumps out of the driver's seat, running up to give Luke a hug across the parking lot.

“Ready?” Emma looks back and asks you, reassuringly placing her hand on your knee and rubbing her thumb up and down a few times.

“Guess so…” you say with a fake smile as you grab your purse from beside you, and as you are about to leave the car, you see a tall figure standing right outside your door.

Only a little bit startled, you look up to see Luke as he opens your door for you and greets you with a tired smile. He is dressed nicely in black pants and a cream cable knit sweater, his hair curly and tousled up like always. 

As you step out of the car he brings you into a tight hug, like he just couldn't wait to hold you again.

“I missed you…” Luke whispers so quietly into your ear that you almost couldn't hear him. He swiftly leaves a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he brings his hands just a bit lower down your back, “I’m sorry” he says quietly as he releases you.

As much as you want to reciprocate, you are so caught off guard by his words that you just stare up at him without a word.

“Alright let's go! I'm so hungry!” Dylan says, unaware of the tension, as he pats Luke's back and wraps an arm around him, walking in front of you and Emma and into the restaurant. 

Emma is glancing at you as you walk together, waiting to hear from you what Luke said, but you decide to ignore it with a shrug and she looks away. 

-

Dinner is filled with laughter and catching up with one another. Surprisingly it wasn't even half as awkward as you built it up to be. Dylan chatting away with Luke as you and Emma giggle across from each other about all the drama at your respective schools. 

Having a couple of drinks throughout the night was definitely helping, but regardless of that, you felt good. Really good.

“Luke, how's the love life going for you? You got a girl in Jersey?” Dylan asks with a laugh as Emma had just bragged about her and Dylan going on 2 years of being together.

She shoots you a regretful look as she hits Dylan's side with her elbow, not as discreetly as she probably wanted to, and your face turns bright red.

Luke looks down at his lap and shakes his head with a chuckle, seemingly avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

“No man, no girl in jersey.” Luke says lightly as he takes a drink of his beer before the two of you make eye contact and he glances down to your fidgety hands that are in your lap. 

“My bad, my bad…” Dylan says with a laugh as he clears his throat and starts back to finishing the food on his plate, Emma quietly shushing her clueless boyfriend beside her.

Your nervous hands continue to pick at your cuticles and you look over to see Luke inching his hand closer beside yours on the booth bench. Looking up from your lap, you see him glancing back at you as he waits for your reaction before discreetly taking your hand in his under the table.

The feeling of his hand in yours is so comforting and familiar and immediately eases your anxiousness. But you still feel so conflicted.

Luke always knew how to comfort you and distract you from your thoughts when they were out of control. Especially during busy school semesters and many nights spent together with him keeping you company while you anxiously wrote papers and prepped for exams. 

He seemed to be there for you when it felt like you had no one else. At least that's how it used to feel. Now things feel so complicated. Not knowing the status of your relationship surprisingly taking a much larger toll on your ability to act like friends than you would have ever thought.

“So! I've got the bill tonight guys. Happy birthday Dyl!” Emma blurts out as the waiter approaches the table, she leans over to give her boyfriend a loving kiss, comfortably filling the awkward silence that had just taken over the table not long before.

“Thank you baby! And hey! thanks guys for coming out tonight too.” Dylan smiles at the both of you as he lifts up his glass for a toast. You all clink your glasses, wishing him happy birthdays that follow big swigs of your almost empty alcoholic beverages.

Walking out of the restaurant, your mind fills with running thoughts. You wish you had spoken to Luke more tonight but it was hard to not make anything obvious. He seemed good, but still weirdly sad and you wanted to talk to him about it so badly. You wanted to talk to him about everything.

As you near Dylan's car you feel Luke's hand brush against yours and lightly hold your wrist, turning you around to face him.

“Can I take you home?” Luke shyly asks you as you all stand in the parking lot together. You mutter a “sure” under your breath with a nod, and he looks to Dylan and Emma for confirmation, both of them nodding in agreement before bringing you into tight hugs and saying goodbyes.

“Tell me everything that happens girly.” Emma runs back over to you and whispers into your ear as she hugs you goodbye once more, and all you can do is let out a small laugh in response to her teenage-esque behaviour.

-

After Dylan and Emma drive away, the short walk over to Luke’s car suddenly seems agonisingly long and your heart is racing in anticipation. Over anything else that happens tonight, you really wanted clarity. But of course, thoughts of the worst possible outcome ever sneak their way into your mind.

Luke opens the passenger side door for you and you climb into his car before he gently closes the door and walks to the other side. As he gets in, he begins to start the car before he looks over to you and pauses, the quiet becoming almost painful. 

You didn't know what to say, and you didn't want to say the wrong thing. So, waiting for him to break the silence seemed to be your best bet.

“I know I should have thought of something to say…” He starts, and shuffles in his seat, slightly bending his right leg so he is facing you a little more.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stopped responding to you.” Luke continues, and you almost want to roll your eyes at his apology. It was so hard to be understanding when this felt like such a preventable situation on his part.

But you knew Luke. You knew when he was scared he got distant. You knew he was pulling back from you. You just didnt know why.

“Things have been so…weird…lately, and I just…I know I fucked up.” He confesses.

You didn't want to be reading between the lines anymore. You just wanted him to be honest with you about what he wants, and it frustrated you that he was being so vague.

“Luke, what do you want? Like, from me?” you ask innocently, but squint your eyes closed tightly as the words coming out of your mouth sound completely different from what you intended.

“Like, you told me we were friends. And obviously I was ok with that. But when you would visit me, we’d sleep together. And when you left it was like. I don't know…” you look down and pick at your fingers as you speak, looking up at him feeling like an almost impossible task.

“You told me you wanted to be friends.” Luke states, and gently grabs your hand. He holds it in his to stop you from destroying your fingers as you speak, which causes you to look up at him, thanking him silently, as he waits on your response.

“I said that because I knew how hard it would be for us to be so far away from each other.” you say strongly, feeling the sudden need to defend yourself.

“You know how important school is to me, and I know how important your career is to you. I don't want to distract you from what's important to you. I don't want to be the one that gets in the way of things, or be the reason why you're not as focused as you could be…as much as I want to be-” you begin to confess, but are quickly cut off.

“It's kinda too late for that…” Luke says with a chuckle as he tilts his head back against the headrest of his seat and looks out the front window, frustration still evidently seen on his face.

“What do you mean??” you ask, hoping he will elaborate a little more than he has been so far.

“You already distract me. I can't stop thinking about you. And it's obvious. In my game and everything too. Even Jack has noticed and he keeps asking me about you and I don't even know what to say. I can't shut him up. Cuz how am I supposed to tell him how I feel when I can't even tell you? Its actually really fuckin annoying.” he laughs as he explains, still looking ahead out the window instead of at you. 

Luke has always sought to use humour and jokes in difficult situations, especially when it comes to his own feelings. He's clearly frustrated at himself and it hurts you to see him having such a hard time expressing himself.

“So why have you been so distant lately?! I’ve been really worried about you.” you say, suddenly feeling more confident in confronting him as he opens up to you.

“Cuz im scared im gonna fuck things up even more than I already have…” he says honestly as he turns his head to look at you again.

“I knew I should've said something from the moment we slept together the first time. I feel like I fucked up by keeping my mouth shut. It's been ruining my life to not just be honest with you.” he adds with a growl deep in his voice, anger at himself seeping through his words.

As he continues, you can't help but feel entranced by him in his current state, and suddenly you are very aware of how late at night it is becoming. 

“It's my fault...” Luke says, and you desperately try to focus on his words and not his body. 

But you can't help but think about how good his hands would feel on your body and how badly you want him to kiss you right here and now. You didn't care that you were still in the parking lot of a sushi restaurant. You didn't care that things were still so confusing and that this probably wasn't exactly the most ideal time to be feeling this way. You just felt like you needed him so badly.

“I've been treating you like shit lately. Regardless of us sleeping together, that should not change how I treat you. I've been a shitty friend to you, and I'm really really sorry.” he continues, and you are brought out of your trance. 

His words hit you so hard. You both unknowingly made this relationship so complicated and weren't even aware of it. You knew Luke was not perfect, but for some reason you expected him to be able to read your mind, and vice versa. Even after being the one to say you should stay friends, you were silently upset that nothing was happening in the way you wanted.

“Luke, it's ok. Both of us have not been entirely honest with each other lately and it's made everything so… fucked up. We’re just… in a weird spot.” you say, hoping your words make any sense considering you zoned out for half of his apology.

“Can I just say that I want to be able to fix this?” Luke says as he places his hand on your thigh, his fingers mindlessly getting higher and higher as he rubs slowly back and forth. Trying his best to soothe you and unknowingly turning you on even more.

“It isn't just on you to fix.” you say as you place your hand softly over his, stopping his movement on your leg as to not let it overly distract you.

“Yes it is. I let you down. I fucked up by being so fucking…distant. I should've been more clear about what I want…that I want you..” Luke admits, giving into what he has wanted to say from the moment you got into the car together.

His eyes are fixed on yours and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Hearing him so confidently confess how he is feeling after so long is such a relief. It makes you want to just tell him you love him right here and now.

“I know things are complicated…but, I really don't want to not have you in my life…” Luke adds as tears begin to well in his eyes, catching you both off guard.

“Oh Lukey.” you whisper as you hold his face in your hands, your heart melting at the sight of him. 

Luke places his hands on your wrists, pulling them away from his face as he finally leans into you. 

His lips hit yours with an intensity that you have never felt before from him. His hands move away from yours, and to the base of your neck, gently pulling you closer into him as he deepens the kiss. 

Your eyes are glued shut as you are entranced by his lips finally being connected with yours as his tongue dances around in your mouth. 

Needing to have your hands on him, you reach up to brush his face with your thumbs and then begin gently tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, causing him to lustfully groan deep into your mouth. Your mind is filled with excitement and intensity as the moment grows in mutual desire.

“I needed you baby.” You say rushedly, disconnecting with him for only a moment.

Luke smiles against your lips as you connect again, and he places his left hand on your hip, massaging his fingers into your side. You lift yourself lightly onto the centre-console, desperate to be as close to him as you can get, and he lowers his hand just below your ass to help support you.

Although being in the close quarters of Luke's car while having such a monumental conversation about your relationship was not quite ideal, you were so thankful for it at this moment.

“I needed you too.” Luke says after coming up for air, and you just stare at him with a dizzy smile, your head reeling with arousal.

He pecks your lips a few times before lowering his head to your collarbone, gently kissing your neck and leaving red marks where he most definitely has before.

Your giggles fill the car as he continues expeditiously exploring your body, wanting to savour every moment of your presence and relishing in the way he is pleasing you.

Luke looks up at you with a smile before his eyebrows furrow and he is distracted by something behind you, causing you to whip your head around to look out your window, immensely alarmed at his expression. 

Luke lightly lets go of you, allowing you to sit properly in your seat and as your eyes focus on the window, the sight of a kind-looking restaurant hostess tapping on the glass outside of your door almost sends you reeling into a panic. 

Luke quickly reassures you with a laugh, placing his hand on your arm and starting the car before beginning to roll your window down for them to speak.

“I am so sorry if I startled you, but our restaurant has closed, which means we can no longer allow you to park here, as free parking ends at midnight.” the hostess explains politely while pointing to the sign posted on the brick wall just in front of Luke's car. 

“Thanks Ma’am. We’re so s-sorry.” Luke pauses to hide his face, clearly hiding that he is about to break into laughter.

“We’ll leave right aw-” Luke laughs out, hardly able to finish his sentence before being sent into a fit of silent laughter.

“We’re so sorry. Have a good night!” you say more seriously, trying to make up for the completely unserious boy beside you.

“Goodnight guys!” the hostess says as she walks away, leaving you completely embarrassed and also scared half to death.

Luke continues dying of laughter and is hunched over the steering wheel as you punch his arm repeatedly to get his attention.

“That was awful! Why are you laughing so hard!” you say unimpressed, but still unable to hold back laughter of your own after seeing him look up at you with tears in his eyes.

“Fuck. I can't get over your face.” Luke says as he begins to come down a little, wiping the tears from his eyes. You just shake your head and begin to buckle your seatbelt, not taking any chances of having to be asked to leave once more.

“Fuck.” he says once more with a sigh, relaxing in his seat and looking over to you with a genuine smile before patting your thigh reassuringly.

You look to Luke expectantly and he stares back at you with a smirk before kissing your lips passionately, catching you off guard. 

Your hands are drawn to his face as he nudges your chin with his, causing you to lean into him even further before he pulls away from you abruptly.

“Can I take you home?” Luke asks with lust in eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek, admiring every single feature on your face. His words having a different meaning to both of you than they have previously tonight.

“For real this time?? Because you know we cant sit in this parking lot any longer…” you say jokingly as Luke rolls his eyes at you and begins to put his seatbelt on.

“Yes, for real this time.” He retorts. His right hand eagerly finding yours as he interlocks your fingers with his, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a tender kiss before finally driving off.

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[dekusleftsock]

MMMMM OKAY OKAY OKAY

I’m surprised no one has talked about how interesting Izuku breaking his mask is???????? Like oh my god?????

He even comments on the fact that it’s probably useless to wear in a scene like this, since he only put it on previously to shield his face from the waves while fighting and running away from Himiko.

In fact, I could even compare this to another Himiko scene altogether!

Himiko’s broken mask.

It’s a metaphorical mask, but honestly, so is Izuku’s. In this chapter (and previous chapters, obviously) Izuku is hiding from the fact that he has… deeper than desirable feelings for Katsuki that makes him violent and hateful. He does not want to be violent or hateful, but currently, he is at such an awful state of mind (due to Katsuki’s death and then reawakening, and also partly the state of his friends and colleagues) that he can’t help doing so.

That hate and violence cannot be stuffed down deep in his bones like usual, oh no, his quirk elicits a PHYSICAL reaction. But he didn’t have a quirk before, how could he really know that this would happen? It’s like walking through daily life as a teenager, and then in your early adulthood being hit by an extreme anxiety disorder or other health conditions. With no real reason, it just happened one day! Other people have dealt with this before sure, but they had several years throughout their adolescence to figure it out, how to cope with it. And just like it’s said in the manga, it’s like everyone else is running far ahead, and you’re just starting to crawl.

And that’s what the mask is (fuck you dream 🫶🫶🤭) really for. It protects Izuku on a very emotional level. The mask is broken, chipping, dirty—yet he wears it anyway because it’s the only way he can really smile like allmight. Just like allmight found his mask, he also found his smile. It’s also probably why his first reaction to having a quirk stolen (while also strategical) is to hide hide hide in blackwhip. A bubble that hides him from Shigaraki, from Katsuki, from everyone who could see his face.

And comparing this to toga, hello?? Her masking metaphor is about MASKING AS A HETEROSEXUAL GIRL, and her breaking that mask makes her a deviant, an outcast! And here Izuku is, doing the exact same thing.

Shigaraki has danger sense now, by all means, the table has flipped—Shigaraki now knows that Izuku wants to hurt him. Izuku wants to destroy him. Danger sense doesn’t work on just anyone, it has to be coming from a place of malice (because Himiko doesn’t affect danger sense), and an urge for violence. Very Himiko trait.

AND IZUKU KNOWS THIS, HES BERATING HIMSELF, INDIRECTLY ONCE MORE—saying that he has this useless power (similar to how he berated the fish when he was mad at Katsuki in chapter 1), comments on how the mask is broken and that allmight found him that mask, and he even holds this disappointed look on his face.

THIS is the weight I was talking about. This. The berating, the indirect hatred, because Izuku hates. He hates people and things just like Shigaraki does. That’s why danger sense was the only power shigaraki should have taken, it’s the literal power to feel who is loving and who is hating.

AND OF COURSE WE HAVE THE THROWBACK CHAPTER TO 342 OH MY GOD

The fact that Izuku has to say, “you’re a person”, ITS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL YALL IM DEAD

Oh also! Izuku having matching blood falling over the other half of his face is just too fitting.

To me, with this whole chapter, Izuku and Katsuki, the parallels Katsuki had to ochako last chapter (the falling on the ground, passing out because “it’s getting cold”), it’s just given me a lot to think about.

And I’ve thought and paced and I really really hope I can describe what I’ve been thinking.

Pikahlua (or however their name is spelled, sorry!) translated the text on top of ochako as “Im still not sure what was obvious to that person”. These are the rough translations which is good to keep in mind, but there’s a few ideas I’ve had floating around from that line.

I went back and read 342, Ochako is ofc looking out into the city, calling herself an oddball, even saying she feels like she doesn’t know anything about Toga; if, and this is a big if, but… if this is Izuku thinking about Ochako, then that makes this line far more interesting.

What was obvious to her? A couple of possibilities—possibly understanding that she doesn’t really know Himiko, maybe it’s the fact that Ochako is so openly ready to accept Himiko (unlike Izuku for shigaraki, though this doesn’t apply to Katsuki. Showing Izuku is capable of feeling long term resentment for someone who wronged him, so long as that person doesn’t just wrong him, izuku), or maybe, it was the fact that she was so openly ready to say that she was weird, an oddball (a queer trope for coding characters, “she’s just so weird about that girl”, “I feel like I don’t really fit in”, or “I feel like the way I think of this same sex character—regardless of contextual status such as being a villain or an arch enemy—is wrong, and I should be condemned.”)

Though this could also be Ochako talking about Himiko that wasn’t directly said/shown in that scene, “I’m still not sure what was so obvious to Himiko about me.” (Though personally I find this harder to believe since this isn’t a panel directly taken from the chapter, rather a redraw from Izuku’s perspective. The drawing even makes her look taller than Izuku, which is interesting. Maybe he thinks that she’s better than him, morally)

And if we take Izuku’s comment of “You’re a person” then that furthers my belief that these are thoughts ABOUT ochako. Maybe the “obviousness” was the seeing the villain as a person. She EVEN TELLS HIM that she was thinking of Himiko during her speech about how Izuku is still human to the civilians. Maybe that speech was never about Ochako to Izuku, maybe it was ALWAYS ABOUT HIMIKO.

And ntm, this is another case of Izuku projecting onto someone else; not only is this a declaration to Shigaraki, “You’re still a person (that’s why I know I’m going to save you)!” But it’s also a declaration to himself, a motivator, a reminder that Ochako made to him during her speech, in Katsuki’s apology, and from allmight during his vigilante arc.

“You’re still a person (Izuku).”

The same declaration he made to the fish in the first chapter, to Shoto during the sports festival, and to Katsuki during dvk1.

“I matter.”

And it’s this that truly makes all of this so ironic—izuku speaking for himself, projecting onto shigaraki… honestly they feel the same way about hero society. The only reason Izuku can and does relate to Shigaraki is that he also feels cast away, no adults to reach out to as a kid, therefore making decisions on morality and bias that he mostly made on his own. Not only that, but Izuku has been the boy that was not seen as human. He has been the one to be isolated and shamed for being dirty and looking like a villain.

That’s honestly probably why he agreed with Ochako at all—he saw the little boy Shigaraki once was in ofa yes, but he’s also been an isolated and dehumanized teenager at UA. What if what Izuku was thanking Ochako for wasn’t actually standing up to the people and the speech she gave to him, but that she was able to truly open his eyes, see the bigger picture. Save Shigaraki.

Do I think shigaraki and dekus relationship and ideas of relatability are vastly different from togachako AND dabi + shoto ideas? Yes. Extremely so. Shoto and Ochako don’t and never really did hate Himiko or Touya. Obviously, to an extent Izuku does. Ntm, Shoto and Ochako brought up their conversations about their respective villains on their own, professing their insecurities and doubts, unlike Izuku who only expresses that he relates to them.

Maybe this anger and hatred came more recently, after seeing Katsuki’s death, but I have a feeling it more has to do with a built up grudge of Shigaraki targeting Katsuki.

Regardless of all of this, I see something bigger; when Izuku breaks his mask, he smiles. Genuinely smiles. Not his bright allmight smile, but he smiles regardless on that last page. It hurts and it takes a lot of power to push it, but it happens anyway.

This is the first time I’ve seen Izuku happy, or at the very least motivated, since seeing Katsuki dead. Even when Katsuki woke up, he still looks heart broken.

But the mask is gone. He’s free. Just like Himiko was free, so is Izuku.

And I thought for just a second that he would cover himself up another way, but he didn’t. He got up and he said “You’re still human” And smiled at him like the badass he is (yes I can compliment him, I promise. He’s my favorite character for a reason, I also just wanna kick him in the balls 24/7 for being so dumb).

And what did Himiko do when the mask broke?

She gave in.

She was free.

She let the world know, “this is who I am, take it or leave it.”

And I know, in my heart, that this is what Izuku will do too.

Yk how I mentioned earlier that this was a parallel to this?

I mean that, down to the fact that Ochako is calling Himiko by her first name.

Will Izuku try to give his life to Katsuki? I doubt it, he can’t do much in the medical sense.

However, do I see a shared moment similar to this? Maybe.

Okay all I’m saying is that it’s undeniably canon atp. Like I’m gonna wait for some kind of confession or kiss (bc yes I still believe that will happen, I am in that camp and you couldn’t drag me out unless I was cold and dead on the ground), but Himiko literally says she loves Ochako multiple times, INCLUDING is 395, so like. Idk what else you want. It’s this. We did it. Horikoshi you bastard.

#I got more thoughts on more things I want to elaborate on #but I hope this suffices for now #bkdk #togachako #midoriya izuku #mha deku #bkdk brainrot #bakudeku #bnha deku #bakugou katsuki #mha analysis #deku midoriya

[princessbrunette]

ok warning: this is going to be long, so feel free to skip it but i had to get this thought down: i am constantly thinking about being sarahs best friend and being into rafe. i mean, lets be real, if you friends with sarah, of course youd have a little crush on her hot, older brother. your probably a kook, your parents are friends with the camerons, so youve know sarah and rafe since you were a kid. you and sarah immediately hit it off, but rafe was always sort of a mystery to you, especially as you got older. he became more distant, more broody, a bit more mean. didnt show up as much to family dinners, didnt want to play dolls or games in the pool with you and sarah. you were a little sad, especially since you had a little crush on him, but it was ok, at least it wasnt sarah that was drifting away. as you got older, you saw less and less of rafe, just passing greetings and nods in each other directions. you remained a little biased towards him, saving a little soft spot in your heart for your childhood crush, but knew it was silly and useless. you basically went no contact when he went off to college, only seeing him at events and holidays. but, when the summer before your senior year approached, everything shifted. im not sure when he started thinking of you differently, when he stopped seeing you as sarahs annoying little friend. maybe when he saw how much you grew in a matter of months when he came back home for the camerons famous christmas party, his freshman year at college. he didnt know what it was, maybe all the wine he had drinken that night, maybe how the weather had gotten cold, maybe the suffocating air filled with obnoxious rich people, but the way that white, lacy dress hugged your curves, the way that fluffy little cardigan hung on my one button on you chest, he was obsessed. he was disappointed to overhear that you had gotten yourself a boyfriend, but not surprised with the way you had matured. when he went back for his second semester, you were constantly on his mind. seriously, when had you grown up so much? i mean, you had never been ugly, but shit. he thought of how you shouldent be wasting time with stupid high school boys, how they would most certainly not treat you right, not like he could. he knew they wouldnt be able to touch you he could, to make you scream like he could. he honestly felt a little perverted for thinking that way, given that you two practically grew up together, but he couldn't help it. he tried burying himself in mindless sorority girls to forget his newfound infatuation, but he definitely couldn't. in fact, i bet he imagined those girls were you, even accidentally calling them your name sometimes. so when ward offered that he could come home for the summer, rafe said yes with no hesitation. it was practically too easy, the way you walked around the house in a little bikini. all he had to do was give you a little look, his eyes glancing up and down with his trademark smirk, and he had you right where he wanted. you felt bad at first, since you were doing it behind sarahs back, but come on, were you really going to give up the opportunity with the guys whos always owned your heart? of course not, you told yourself. sarah would just have to understand, not that you would tell her anytime soon of course. but she was bound to find out, espcially with the way you and rafe were slowly getting less and less inconspicuous with your sneaking around. i mean, come on, fucking in the hot tub on the patio during his parents infamous 4th of july party is definelty not the way to go unheard of. and trust me, theres a lot more where that came from.

HELLO NOT U WRITING A WHOLE DRABBLE IN MY INBOX HEHEHHE this was so good u should write a fic on this😵‍💫

ugh but this concept is so juicy bc like….. the secrecy, betraying ur bestie by sleeping w her brother…. finally being seen by him in that way….. mhm i love it

#anon #long post #rafe cameron prompt

[potatomountain]

*739 Jongho

*739 Masterlist

Happy birthday Jongho 🥰🥰🥰 [ yes im dropping early hehe]

Synopsis: with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and setting a time and place with an easy charge to your credit card. Even the more hefty kinks could be fulfilled with a professionalism that was respected, and could be addicting.

Word count: 6k

Warnings below cut! taglist at the bottom

Smut warnings: strength play, degradation, praise, pet names, quickie, public, spit play, fingering, choking, manhandling, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, impact play, cum eating, corruption, possessive/jealous sex. Rough dom Jongho. Sub reader. Masochist reader. lemme know if i missed any <3

You had a problem. A big one. And it honestly had you craving it more.

Being the good girl, the friendly one who worked hard and people pleased harder, you were truly sick of it. Nearly a full time college student, undergoing an internship at your own parents company which you were sure they weren't even aware of, all of your time went to the future they set out for you. And of course, they didn't have the decency to be there for it.

They never showed disappointment, wouldn't have cared if you tarnish your image or who you dated or married- they just weren't around. They gave praise when they did see you, doting on you for a moment, gave you an allowance that didn't even require you to actually work- but you wanted nothing more than to make them proud.

Them, your teachers, your friends. You weren't sure when but the praise got suffocating. The exact same compliments of how good you were but so little reward. You remember the first time you acted out, the party you went to, and the man you met that was the source of your problem.

A game of truth or dare had revealed that one of the party goers was a sex worker, which wasn't entirely uncommon but it had taken you by surprise. You knew him, saw him in the halls in between classes, had seen him with people you knew were top of their class and didn't doubt that he was too. So to find out that he- well, his profession had become the main topic, and when it had been your turn to ask him truth or dare, everything changed.

You had asked how it felt, sex, and if it was enjoyable to have no attachments. He offered to show you should you book him, but you didn’t need to do that- he took you in the upstairs bathroom not even an hour later.

Now you couldn't get enough of him, of what he did, and you had more than enough funds to support this addiction. Hell you might as well have him on speed dial. How many times have you booked an appointment with him? Or just asked him to charge you for a quickie during lunch or when you had a little bit of free time in between classes? How many nights had he spent over at your place by now? Enough he had a spare change of clothes there.

You hadn't known it would be possible to have him readily available to you like this. A membership he called it, a fixed weekly price, plus a discounted price for each session that week.

Someone might call this love, or assume there was something between you two, but it was nothing but business. You didn't talk to him when you passed by each other, didn't message him or ask about him or care about his personal life.

All that mattered to you was how he fucked you. It didn't matter he took your virginity, or knew intimate parts about your life that you would rant about before or maybe cry about after. It didn't matter that those moments were like a silent comfort. It didn't matter that he probably did these things with other clients, that he was just as intimate or even more so. What did matter was that he knew all the right ways to touch you and hurt you to make everything feel better- and how much you needed that. 

And yet- you couldn't even go twenty four hours without calling him up and demanding he meet you in your usual spot behind the auditorium; knowing there was no foot traffic there and it was a tight fit between the building and the stone wall. You were pacing, staring down at the dirt beneath your heels and biting on your thumb nervously. You knew he just got out of class about ten minutes ago, not far from here, every second practically torture.

Your head snapped up when you heard footsteps, heart racing as you stared at the stone corner, hoping it was him. Of course no one else would venture this way, just to get to this spot, there was no reason to do so.

Relief flooded you when he turned the corner, your hand to your chest. "Finally, Jongho."

"Finally?" He mocked with a raised brow, taking a few steps towards you so he was out of sight from the alley. "You're desperate today, little one, get a bad grade?"

You huffed your cheeks out, knowing he had every right to tease you for that. It didn't help your stress that you were a perfectionist when it came to any work just like your parents, a fact he had learned when you did indeed have a meltdown about it. “N-no I just-” Your words were cut off by the hand on your throat, pushing you up against the stone wall. The effect was instantaneous, the look in his eyes pulling a whine from you.

You loved it when he looked so coldly at you, as if he was angry, as if you did something wrong; but it was the way he would manhandle you, leave bruises on your body, that had you coming back again and again. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you, speak up little one.”

Swallowing you could feel his fingers dig into the side of your neck, feet dangling off the ground as he held you up effortlessly. “W-want you.” That was the bare-boned truth, you wanted this, needed this, and it showed in your eyes when you looked up at him.

“Pathetic, my naughty little girl can’t think about anything but my cock huh? Tsk tsk, are you thinking about me in class to the point you can’t focus?” He growled out, bringing his face close as he pushed his knee up in between your legs, spreading them.

“Y-yes!”

He snarled, disappointment clear on his features as he yanked you around by the throat and a hand on your hip, now bending you over the leg he propped up on the wall. “I know you want it, you are already shaking for me. So needy.” Holding you in place by his hand on your throat, he pushed your skirt up, yanking your underwear down your thighs roughly. “You should beg for what you want, little one, like a good girl.”

“I-I’m not a good girl.” You whined out, gripping his arm to hold yourself up. A yelp escaped you when his hand came down on your bare ass, the sting something you enjoyed. 

He rubbed the spot, only to bring his hand down harder, watching the jiggle of your flesh. “Then what are you?”

“B-Bad girl. F-filthy. Should be punished.”

Another spank that left you clenching around nothing and nails digging into his exposed forearm. “You’d like that though wouldn’t you? Fucked dumb, thrown around like a toy, bruised up?” He chuckled darkly, bending you over his thigh more to expose your cunt to the air. “No need to answer, I know you do. I know what my filthy little baby needs. I know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

When his hand came down to slap your pussy, your moan was cut off by the tightening of his hand on your throat. “Look at you, already so soaked for me, and in public? Naughty naughty girl, you should be ashamed.” Another slap, leaving you squirming.

You loved how quick he would take over, how he gave you exactly what you wanted. The degradation, the shame, the punishment- all of it had your cunt throbbing and leaking for him. You would beg, but all you could do was squirm until he was gripping your ass rough enough there would be indents to still you.

“Fucking hell- so damned needy.” He sighed out, tsking as he yanked you up and had your face pinned to the wall, hands above your head in a grip. “On your toes and spread your legs, you know the drill.”

You obliged quickly, cheek scraping against the cold stone a nice reminder of just where you were. The good girl, hiding behind a school with people around, about to get fucked dumb with the sun held high and a class in 30 minutes. The bruises he would leave would no doubt be hard to cover up, and it would be obvious to onlookers just what you were doing. It excited you, the shame that would cloud you while arriving at class on time and doing your work like the diligent girl you were.

Attempting to glance back, all thoughts were rammed out of you as Jongho buried himself deep in you, stretching you out. He waited a moment so he could adjust, as you never cared, before he set a pace that was absolutely brutal.

Despite being out of sight, you knew if you were too loud the little bit of foot traffic might hear you. While it exhilarated you, you also didn’t want to be interrupted- didn’t want to stop. Still, he felt too good to keep quiet, and he knew that, that's why he dropped your hands and grabbed your jaw, sticking two fingers into your open mouth. "Hands on the wall." He growled out, hips snapping against yours brutally. 

You did as commanded, holding yourself with your palms on the stone as Jongho bent you back at an angle that would almost be painful if it wasn't for the pleasure from each thrust. His fingers pressed your tongue down, drool slipping out of your mouth as the heel of his palm pressed down on your throat to muffle your voice just enough.

He pulled your head back more so that he could look down at you, grinding his teeth as he grunted. "Look at you, such a beautiful fucking mess. You love it when I ruin you huh? Ever since that first night you've gotten needier and needier and- fuck!" Both of his hands gripped tighter, letting out a growl.

You had spent enough time with him to know when he was feeling good, when he was getting close. The quickies like this he wouldn't hold back, especially with the time limit. The growls, his nails digging into your skin, his heavy pants and bruising pace. 

This is what he did though, and he always managed to make a mess of you before he would cum. Just like you expected, your legs were trembling within seconds, your moans muffled as you clenched around him. What you hadn't expected was the glob of spit that Jongho dribbled into your open mouth, which oddly enough had you clenching a bit tighter. 

It was dirty, disgusting, and you loved it. Moaning louder, his hand moved to your throat and he crashed his lips to yours, his hips stuttering to a halt as he unloaded himself deep into you. The messy kiss continued well after both of your bodies stopped trembling.

Your head was spinning as you lost yourself deeper into the kiss, tongues mingling and the rest of the world forgotten. When he finally pulled away you stared up at him, shivering at the raw emotion on his face, lust the only one could place while the rest was new to you. 

Something was different.

Anxiety hits you like a truck despite your nerves having just been satisfied in the best way. Head still tilted back you searched for- well you didn't know what you were searching for, but a solid wall slid over his features, locking you out as he pulled away. Your legs shook as they tried to hold you up without his help, your pants the only sound other than the shifting of clothes; starting with your underwear that he pulled back up roughly, fixing your skirt. It was about as much aftercare as you would get and even that was different for a quickie- normally he would just leave you exposed and cum dripping down your thighs.

You turned to him fully, pressing your back against the cold stone wall as you watched him zip himself up and fix his shirt, not an ounce of cum on his clothes that was visible. He really was a professional.

Offering him a small smile, you hoped to ease the dark expression on his face as he eyed you quizzically. Then- "I won't be charging you for sessions any more, little one."

As if you were just pulled down into a river of cold water, your lungs froze up and your muscles went tense. Before he could elaborate, he was turning the corner, disappearing from your sight.

And… probably your life.

Sent reeling, the wheels in your brain went through every possible scenario of why he said that- what it could possibly mean - And there was only one conclusion you could think of: he was done with sessions with you. Done with you.

It shouldn't have hurt as bad as it did. Your chest shouldn't feel so tight and tears shouldn't be running down your cheeks rapidly. He was just a stress relief, it was just pure, unadulterated sex. 

So why did it feel like you just got broken up with? Why did it feel as if you were rejected, unwanted, tossed aside? By the one person you had relied on. These emotions threatened to consume you, dropping you to the ground as your stress and anxiety came back full force.

You never made it to that class.

…

Twelve days. That was how long it took before you couldn't handle it anymore. True to his word, your membership to Jongho had been canceled that day, and you were never charged for that quickie. He didn't look your way at school, nor did he message you.

But to be fair, neither did you. Everything felt raw whenever you saw him, chest tight and no words could form in your mind or fly off your tongue, so you avoided him. You had been stressed about classes, in particular midterms for your general studies, the last day the two of you were together. Now- now you have the results.

It was ironic how he had teased you about having a breakdown over a test then, and now that was what you were doing. You were proud of your 4.0 GPA, stressing over anything that was less than 95% and freaking out over anything below 90- but a 70? 

Full blown meltdown and you needed a fix.

Trouble was, you couldn't even muster up the courage to message Jongho and beg, despite how easily he could get you to beg for him. So instead you had gone with plan B. It wasn't as if he was the only sex worker, not the only one who could satisfy you. While he might have been the only person you ever fucked, you were sure that another could do the job.

Even if they couldn't do it as well as he.

But when you went to your profile to arrange a session, he popped up as the recommended option. You were so tempted, so very tempted, but instead you selected the second option, which was a dealer's choice, hoping it wouldn't pick Jongho.

Because what if he didn't come? What if he canceled it? What if-

You stopped your trail of thought. Not knowing how the dealer's choice, or surprise me, option worked. Maybe he would decline and it would just go to someone else. It didn't matter, you just needed the edge off.

You needed what he got you addicted to, telling yourself it was the sex and not him. Begging whatever deity was out there that it wasn't him.

Because if it was- you would absolutely break.

Pushing aside the thoughts, you headed home. You had been so stressed that you went ahead with making the appointment right in class after you had gotten your test scores, arranging for the earliest you could. While it was still a couple hours away, at least it would be today.

No quickie, nothing public, just your home.

With your mind in chaos you spent the time making order, at least until you came across the hoodie hanging up by your front door- Jongho’s hoodie. Your mind spiraled again, remembering the first time he left it, how he had insisted you just keep it here in case he needed it.

Sometimes it felt like you were more than just- well a customer and a service provider. You debated on throwing it away, running your hand over the material; it still smelled like him.

Shaking your head, you went to check your phone when it dinged, a message from an unknown number. It solidified that you were really doing this, you were going to let someone else but Jongho fuck you- you didn’t like the nasty twist in your stomach, the hum in your veins that left you feeling as if you were vibrating with emotion.

“It’ll be okay. They’ll do fine. I don’t need Jongho. I don’t.” Slapping your cheeks, you went to freshen up despite the shower you had taken immediately after getting home. A touch up of your makeup, a little bit of lotion, and double checking the underwear and dress you had chosen just for easier access. You weren’t sure how it went normally, knowing that your first time with Jongho wasn’t more than a typical one night stand; he had gone over all the kinks and the form with you afterwards.

Would they go over the list with you? Or would the session start as soon as they arrived?

You didn’t have time to dwell on it, a loud knock on your door demanding your attention. Now must be the time then. Taking a deep breath you rushed through your apartment, stopping at the door as another round of bangs rattled it. For a moment, you wondered why they were being so harsh, weren’t these men usually discreet? Before they could bang again, you swung the door open, ready to hush them before your neighbors came out to see the commotion.

The words died on the tip of your tongue, eyes wide as saucers as you stared up at Jongho, rage obvious in his expression.

Panic swelled and bloomed from your chest, and you acted before thinking. Slamming the door at the same time you turned and ran. You didn’t hear it shut, but instead slam a few seconds later, a growl resonating behind you with thundering steps.

A scream spilled from your lips as you were yanked up into his arms and over his shoulder, his hands grabbing your ass and thigh roughly. Head spinning, you struggled against his back, pulling and yanking and squirming, crying out for him to let you go and put you down.

His response was a harsh smack to your bare thigh, earning a yelp from you as your body froze up, remembering all too well the many times he’s punished you. Despite the confusion and panic running through your veins, you were getting turned on more by the second.

But you needed answers. “Jongho! Please let me down! I’m expecting-”

“No the fuck you aren’t.” He growled the words out, finally speaking. 

Stunned, you tried to push yourself up to look at him, only to be thrown rather roughly onto your living room chair, nearly knocking it back from the force. Attempting to turn again you were pushed down by a hand on the back of your neck, cheek pressed against the leather. His hand tightened, spreading your legs with his knee as you felt your dress get pushed up.

You should hate how bad you were throbbing, how soaked the situation had you, and the breathless whine of his name that left your lips- but this was how you liked it and he knew that.

“What the fuck do you think you were doing? Arranging for another man to come here and fuck you? Are you that fucking desperate? That god damn needy for a man’s cock? Mine not good enough little one?” His words were accompanied with a harsh smack to your now bare ass, your underwear torn and discarded like it was nothing. “Well if you want it that fucking much, take it.”

Fear washed through you for just a moment, uncertain. Of course you wanted him, fuck you couldn’t get enough, but you needed an answer first; your heart needed an answer. 

Your body was more than ready, a moan falling from your lips as easily as the drool that did as well. His hand tightened on the back of your neck, his other working off his pants from the sounds of it. You wish you could see him, beg for him, but you were limited with this position.

Tears pricked your eyes though, heart in turmoil even if you were so ready to have him inside. “J-Jongho- pl-please-” Your voice was more desperate than you liked, the feel of his cockhead rubbing against your slick sending a shiver up your spine.

“Fuck you’re so wet already? J-just for me.” He groaned, rubbing his length over your slick a few times until you heard him spit, feeling his saliva dribble and mix with your juices. “I don’t think I’ve ruined you enough if you’re trying to let another man fuck you like this. They wouldn’t be able to do it right, would they? Come on little one, beg for your punishment, one unlike any other.”

God you couldn’t deny it any more: you were addicted to this man alone. He really did ruin you.

Because no one else could ever fuck you like him, turn you on like him, satisfy you like him. Jongho was it. “P-please punish me. I was b-bad. S-so bad. W-want to be ruined, want to be yours.”

You felt his reaction, the added pressure to the sides of your neck as he bottomed out in your cunt with a growl. This time he didn’t adjust, he went feral from the first thrust, bending you into the chair with each thrust. “That’s right- mine. Fucking all mine. This pretty fucking cunt sucking me up, this small neck I could snap at any second-” He brought his hand down to your ass, earning a scream from you “-and this beautiful fucking body. Mine.”

It felt so good, his balls smacking against your clit with each thrust, bending you at the perfect angle to hit all the right spots that he knew. Jongho knew your body, knew just how to fuck you, tame you, corrupt you… and you loved it.

He fucked you through the orgasm that hit you hard, bending over you and pulling your head back to lock lips in a messy kiss as he practically devoured your lips and screams. Mingling spit and drool and moans, his thrusts didn’t stop, instead becoming more and more erratic. He yanked your head back, twisting you at such an odd angle so that you were facing him fully. “I know my little girl can come again- so come with me. Show me how much I fucking ruin what’s mine.” 

You had never seen Jongho act like this, say things like this, but it got the desired effect; you were coming hard around his cock, eyes rolling back and drool running down your cheek as he held you deathly still while his own hips stuttered to spill his seed deep in your cunt. You were putty beneath him, vibrating with the aftershocks even as his grip loosened and his head fell forward. You collapsed awkwardly in the chair, letting your hands loosen their grip on the back of the couch for the first time since he had pinned you there.

Out of all the times he had fucked you, none had felt this good- none that you could recall. Or maybe you just couldn’t think of a single damn thing aside from how blissfully fucked out you currently were.

Until he moved to pull away. 

With a start you reached up and latched onto his hair, a whimper escaping you. “Don’t go-” You were scared he was going to leave, that he really wouldn’t come back. You wanted to know why he was here in the first place, why he had said what he did- why he had supposedly chased off the real person you had hired to fuck you.

His gaze softened on you as if he could read your questions on your expression. With a soft hum he placed a kiss on your forehead, grabbing your hand and pulling it away while he sat back. He visibly winced when his cock slipped out of you, glancing down at the damage before up at you. “I’m not going anywhere, little one.”

You relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief and a lazy smile. “Do I get an explanation?”

“For?” He turned you around in the seat, fixing your dress a bit before looking at the discarded and torn underwear several feet away.

“What’s going on? Why are you here Jongho? I thought you said you weren’t charging me for sessions anymore? That you were done with me?” Despite how relaxed you had been, your chest felt tight and tears brimmed your eyes at the reminder of the hurt.

His eyes went wide, then he cursed under his breath. “Is that why you didn’t message me or anything? You thought I was done with you? That I didn’t want you?”

Shame washed through you as you realized that didn’t seem to be the case, not from the incredulous look he was giving you. “I- yes that’s what I thought.”

He cursed again, leaning down in front of you and taking your hands on your lap into his. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I should have thought it through better, talked it over. I- I didn’t like doing this with you and getting paid for it. I- I didn’t want it to be a business transaction but I still wanted you. Fucking hell do I want you.”

Never before had you seen Jongho flustered, his ears red and eyes downcast. You were taken aback by how cute he was until you realized just what he was saying; then it was your turn to get flustered.

“S-so you just didn’t want me to pay for it? Y-you still wanted to do it?”

“Yes.” He finally looked up at you, and for the first time you could see a vulnerability there he never showed you before. “I know so much about you, little one, and I was getting frustrated that I couldn’t share myself with you. When you pay me for this, it’s only what you ask- I listen and do what you want, and I regretted signing you up for this. I should just kept fucking you after that first night the right way, not hired to do it.”

You were trying to wrap your head around just what he was saying, but you didn’t want to believe it. No- you couldn’t. “Are you saying that- that you wanted to be in a relationship with me? Date me?”

He nodded.

Silence fell between you both, disbelief leaving you frozen in place as he waited for a response, growing more fidgety by the second. He broke first, mumbling your name which in turn snapped you out of your haze.

“I’m so fucked. So so fucked. You’ve really ruined me for anyone else.” Yes, it wasn’t sex you were addicted to: it was him. Needy all over again, you tugged your dress over the top of your head, looking down at him eagerly. “Don’t stop please.”

A fire blazed in his eyes at your plea, letting you tug his shirt off before he acted. You were pulled down by your wrists, lips crashing against his in a desperate kiss. Despite the confession, despite how warm and sweet he had seemed a moment ago, you both knew that sweet and loving was the way you wanted it. It never had been.

Jongho stripped off the rest of his clothes while he devoured your lips, pushing you back in the chair while he stood up and kicked the clothes to the side. He ate up your moans and whimpers, bringing your arms above your head and holding them tightly by the wrists. He only needed one hand, grip strong you knew there would be bruises; his marks, proof that you were his.

You were going to wear them with pride.

He maneuvered your body around with the other hand, hooking your legs up and on the arms of the chair, leaving your core exposed and on display for him. He pulled his lips away, leaving you panting for breath while he admired your body. “Mine.”

That one word had you arching your back with a shiver, begging with a whimper. “Y-yours.”

“Fuck yes. My baby girl, my little. My cocksleeve, my toy, my baby doll- just all. Fucking. Mine.” He pinched and pulled at your nipples, one after the other, expression darkening at your reaction. He knew it hurt, knew you loved it, and he was going to keep giving it to you.

He pushed you flat back down with a hand on your stomach, watching your writhe and squirm in his grip as you chanted for more, begged to be touched- to be fucked. When he slapped your pussy, you cried out, looking up at him in a daze. Your eyes fluttered shut when he did it again, harder this time, before pushing in two thick fingers with ease. 

His head fell forward, eyes now focused on your cunt. “That’s it, got to push my cum back in there, leave you nice and full. I want you so full with my cum you won’t be able to take a step without feeling it, without remembering how utterly ruined you are- that you’re my filthy fucking naughty girl.”

“Y-yes. Want it too. Want it too.” His fingers weren’t gentle, pushing up and curling into you with the intention of driving you crazy. The heel of his palm was rubbing against your clit, your legs shaking from the shocks it was sending through you. He already had your clit so sensitive from the slaps, and now his rough palm and forceful fingers were twisting an overwhelming amount of pleasure through you.

You could hardly think, panting and twisting and chasing the high you knew he was driving you too. He was encouraging it, mumbling under his breath how good you look like this. Only when he gave the command to cum did you, your climax rushing through your whole body in an intense wave of heat that had your toes curling. Your eyes rolled back, drool escaping your open mouth as you cried out of him, agreeing with his degrading pet names for you.

He fucked your cum right back into you, fingers still pumping but his heel had lifted off your clit so not to overstim you just yet- no that was a job for his cock. “That’s it, such a good girl. So perfect for me huh? You listen so well, coming on command for me.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Although you are such a mess-”

You let out a noise of pleasure and content in response, body still shaking as he pulled his fingers out and instead brought them to his lips. He sucked them clean, then tapped your cheek hard to get you to look up for him. You did, opening your mouth when he nudged it with his thumb, happily accepting the glob of spit and cum he dropped in your awaiting mouth. “So dirty. The perfect mixture of you and I and you took it so well. Do we taste good?”

You could only nod, swallowing the spit and then holding your mouth out for proof, eyes begging for praise. He smiled, both sweet and condescendingly, before pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

With a happy mewl you smiled, only for the expression to twist into a gasp as you felt him drill his cock into you once more. He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours and taking in your already fucked out expression.

He moved your legs to hook on his shoulders, his hand moving from your wrists to the back of your neck again as he hauled you up into his arms, your knees pressed against your shoulders. “Really, I can’t tell if I ruined you or you ruined me- just look at how you let me bend you, how you let me fuck you. I could twist you like a pretzel and fuck this sweet cunt for hours on end until you’re so bruised up and aching and yet you wouldn’t care. Why would I ever want anyone else to have this?” He ranted in between thrusts, bouncing you on his cock with just the grip on your neck and his own thrusts.

His free hand moved up to your calf, holding one of your legs in place as you desperately grabbed to hold on to his arms, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. You were already too fucked out to say anything, just chanting the same few words inbetween cries and moans. The angle gave the slightest bit of friction on your over sensitive clit, causing tears to brim in your eyes and spill over, ruining your makeup.

You were a fucked out mess, twisted in his arms and fucked no differently than if you were a cocksleeve or toy. No regard for your comfort, if you were in pain, or if you were even going to come. But you liked that- and apparently he did too. 

After another hard orgasm rushed through you, tears were running down your face freely, begging for him. Looking up, you barely registered the concentrated look on his face, the low grunts he gave or the way his hair was sticking to his skin with sweat. You could feel his sweat beneath your legs, feel his steady thrusts become more erratic, his breathing heavier- you knew he was going to come and you cried out for it.

The shout he let out when his orgasm hit filled you with so much heat, you were coming with him. He pumped himself into you, fucking you through both your climax’s until you both were spent and panting. He moved you in his arms, letting your legs fall to rest in the crook of his arms as he pulled you flush against him, dragging his lips across yours in a lazy kiss and continuing his show of strength as he carried you to your bedroom, then bathroom.

Setting you on the counter he finally pulled away, a smile on his face you had never seen in your presence before but that felt like an arrow to your heart. “Jongho?”

“Yes?”

Biting your lip you watched as he pulled out of you, moving around the bathroom to get a damp towel before he started cleaning you up. You were overcome with emotion, wiping away your tears with shaky hands before smiling. Jongho did know everything about you, not just how you liked to be fucked. All those intimate times were proof but- you realized you never did get to learn about him much outside of those sessions and despite that, you wanted no one else.

Cupping his cheeks you forced him to look at you, noticing bruises on your wrists already forming. “Promise me one thing- promise that, no matter who you fuck or who pays for you, that I’ll always be your favorite.”

He looked a bit taken aback, then smiled that wholesome smile that had your heart doing flips. “Little one, it’s only been you, and it always will be.”

Okay- maybe this wasn’t a problem at all.

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[sflow-er]

would kill to know more about august’s relationship with his mom like youre telling me your son gets caught for committing a crime and you still dont care enough to even come see him and see whats going on 😭 maybe im looking too much into it bc i wanna dissect him like a lab rat but really like she seems so neglectful

Hello anon! Thank you for the ask 💜

I've felt since first watching S1 that August's mother Louise really is neglectful. Let's look at the glimpses we get of her:

Erik says to Wille in S1E2 that she sent August to Hillerska shortly after his dad's suicide. Fair enough, I'm sure August wanted to go and probably lashed out at her for "not making life easier" for Carl Johan. But she seems to have essentially just left him there without any proper followup on how he was dealing with everything. His grief, their financial situation, his sudden responsibility having to take over from his father... As his mother, she should have made sure he got some help - counselling with Boris for example, but that clearly didn't happen. Based on all the issues August developed in the time leading up to canon, he has dealt with precisely none of his trauma, which also left him so very open to Erik's abuse and influence at Hillerska (as we now know).

She let August believe she would get the boarding money for him up until S1E3, only to turn up at Parents' Day and tell him to get it himself. By selling some of his father's belongings that she must have known meant everything to him. Yeah, that was probably the best and only solution, but the way she handled it was abysmal. And then she seemed surprised that August was angry and disappointed... Whereas August's reaction seemed to hint that this wasn't the first time she let him down (at least in my interpretation).

She was nowhere to be found in the aftermath of the video. August returned to Hillerska early from Christmas break, and it was plain to see he wasn't doing well at all. But we didn't get a single hint of her trying to reach out, nor did she seem all that worried when he suddenly called her weeks later and told her to buy a random horse (despite saying before that he would rather die than tap into his inheritance). She did ask why, but when he said "because I want to", she just dropped the subject.

And as you pointed out, we also didn't see her after he was caught. I'm sure we're meant to infer that August has been in touch with both her and Rickard since Rickard is representing him, but her absence from our screens or even the dialogue leaves a very specific taste. He may be 18, but he's still her son, and she should be there when he fucks up to the point of committing an actual crime. Asking what the hell he was thinking and demanding that he talk to someone about all his problems. This could've been brought up when he had to start seeing Boris after his fight with Wille, for example.

(Not to mention the missed opportunity of having her ask how he feels about having to sell Årnäs for the settlement! I will forever be bitter that this happened off camera and we didn't see August's reaction at all. It would've benefited the story on several levels to actually show his pain.)

So yeah. We could well see Louise again in the finale, but considering August still considers Sara the only person he's ever really been able to talk to... His mother definitely hasn't been there for him enough. I do not blame her for wanting to live her own life at all, especially as her marriage to Carl Johan was probably hell towards the end, but it sure seems like August is yet another example of how the adults in YR have let their children down.

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[sunny12th]

☕️ + dany ships (dany x daario, jonerys, danyxaegon) ?

dany x daario is overhated. their relationship is enthusiastically consensual, daario makes her laugh, he's hot, and he's 100% willing to kill slavers. she gets to feel like a regular lady with a crush around him, something she's never experienced before. I like that we get to see her have a consensual and enthusiastic relationship before she goes to westeros and most likely gets with jon. if this were any other series, dany wouldve been single until jon taught her how to love and shit. instead, we see dany fall in love and have great sex with a man she desires and he doesn't fix her trauma or heal her. daario isn't a main character, he probably won't survive long enough to fight in the long night. but he's the man dany chose just like her fight against slavery is the war she chose. jon feels like fate. her fighting the Others feels like fate. daario is Choice, passionate and young and lustful Choice.

that moment when they start passionately making out and barristan pulls them apart is hilarious. a lot of the fandom acts like he's some toxic villain (for saying she should kill her enemies who are literally trying to kill her?) but I disagree. he's no more violent than any other male character. genuinely think a lot of the hate for him comes from ppl that just want him to die so dany can get with jon already and people that believe everything in dany's plot is negative. I'm not ignoring his red flags like how we know nothing about his life before he met dany but that's not unusual in dany's chapters. grrm tends to not give the characters around dany much backstory, interiority, and quite a few of them don't have much personality. daario has a lot of personality, if nothing else. all in all, I like daario x dany a lot and im rooting for daario to prove the fandom wrong

like I said before, jonerys feels like fate. they've been tied since day one. I'm interested to see how they're dynamic plays out, how they'll work together, what they're impressions will be of each other, etc. theyre both strong leaders, theyre both committed and passionate. people describe jon as the "ice" of the series a lot but he's pretty fiery too. he's got a temper (dragons temper) and a sharp wit. I think him and dany would get along really well. honestly I find their dynamic a bit more interesting in a platonic sense but im not gonna be surprised or disappointed if it's romantic. I'm desperate to see dany have a healthy and loving familial connection.

dany x aegon ... I'd be really surprised if this happened. based on what we've seen so far, I dont think dany will be romantically attracted to aegon. if he gets demanding (daario never commands her) then he's gonna be disappointed. furthermore, aegon doesn't seem to care about dany's campaign against slavery at all despite growing up in essos. I understand his priority is the Iron Throne but I would've liked to see him offer support to dany in meereen or show sympathy to her efforts or Something. that lack of sympathy or understanding will be a deal breaker. not to mention, dany wouldn't want to marry him if she believes he can continue House Targaryen. she'd encourage him to marry literally anyone else.

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[destinyc1020]

sometimes I think the kid as in Tom was not meant to be this famous. Like his moves are suspicious to me. I would not be surprised if Harry is his publicist. He doesn’t move like a celebrity should idk the complete disregard about the discourse around his name in the last few months has made me realize that he operates in a very short sighted arena. Like I will be honest I am so dumb founded by his lack of response to this whole thing. I mean, this play is just a play right? It is not meant to make or break anything for him. But now it’s breaking him. The very community that he is entering aka the theatre community ( esp black theater in south London) is not happy. So this has now already created this persona about him to the people consuming this art.It really saddens me because I know the kid doesn’t have a bad bone in his body but he lacks foresight. I’m sure Sydney Sweeney would have made a statement if she was in the situation because she cares about pr. I bring her up because we all know Tom has better character than her but she understands her position in this business. Tom doesn’t. Im really frustrated. I wish there was something we could do but like today with his twitter he is not on top of shit! It’s hard to defend him. If Fran comes out of this and speaks and says she wishes he would have done more then it’s really really fucking bad. He missed the chance to be lauded by the community now he is being scrutinized and honestly he deserves it

I understand your frustration Anon, but I think you're catastrophizing things just a bit.

First of all, British theater will be JUST FINE, they LOVE Tom over there (do you forget he started off in British theater?? 🤔 He's not some nobody).

Second, the tickets for all play dates have already been sold OUT. They sold out in like 2 HOURS. People are gonna be sat for this play regardless of whatever "issues" are going on inside of the Twitter app.

Most ppl attending that play probably have no clue what was going on online anyway on Twitter. 🙄

The only people complaining about this casting were racist ppl who o more than likely didn't have a ticket to the show in the first place.

Third.... Sydney Sweeney is nowhere NEAR as famous as Tom is, so while she might be good at "PR", when you're SUPER famous (like Tom is) you do have to think extra hard about your actions (and non-actions).

Lastly, while it's frustrating.... You have to keep in mind that you're just a fan, and to know your place. You don't know everything, you don't see everything. We don't know what Fran might come out saying in the future. She might talk about how Tom and the rest of the cast was super supportive of her, and bought her cards and flowers, and helped her to feel welcomed.

When you make assumptions, you.... well, you know the rest lol 😆

I'm just saying, while it cad be frustrating, I think that as a fan, you have to realize that we don't know ALL the facts, we don't know what will happen in the future, and we don't need to hate on someone in retaliation.

Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

Either you're a fan, or you're not... It's your own choice. I personally don't feel like celebrities are perfect, so I afford them some grace, even if they've disappointed me in some way (depending on what it is of course).

Just take a deep breath and breathe.....

[lustbile]

if youre up for a challenge can you try writing enemies to lovers with mark lee

I feel like you say challenge, because who in their right mind would hate mark lee right? well I don’t hate him, but I do operate under the belief that if I ever met him he would hate me. so there’s that and that’s what I’m channeling in this. thank you

Warnings: reader causing problems on purpose, choking, face slapping, oral (reader giving)

also I feel like with every one of these blurbs Im just exposing myself for being a freak but whatever. 

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“For the last time,” Mark starts slowly, turning towards you with his index finger pointing towards you, his demeanor calm enough that it’s slightly worrying, “leave. Me. Alone.”

“Oh what’s wrong Markie,” you all but howl, grabbing his finger with one hand as you reach out and tug on his ear with the other, “am I getting on your nerves?”

To say you and Mark never got along would be an understatement. On your first few initial meetings you were fine, polite to one another and completely cordial, but once you continued to be forced into each other’s presence, things started to get a little tense. 

Did you enjoy picking at the boy more than you probably should have? Yes, but in your defense, teasing people who you considered your friends was just second nature to you. You thought you and Mark knew each other well enough at that point that you could cross that bridge, but when his cheeks turned bright red and his eyes narrowed in your direction, you thought maybe you had taken it too far. 

So, with Mark’s hint that he did not want to be teased coming through very clearly, that would mean that you eased up right? 

Wrong. 

The issue was, Mark was very cute. With his big eyes and crooked smile, one of the first things you thought when you saw him was, there’s no way a boy can be that fucking cute. But he was, and it only got worse when he was mad. 

So you kept it up, teased him and teased him to watch as his ears turned scarlet and his hand morph into fists. It was pure, but harmless, entertainment, that somehow down the line turned into bickering. He started to fight back, and you were definitely game for a fight, but as time went on things turned a little too serious. And now whenever you and Mark were together, the tension was thick enough that you’re surprised your mutual friends didn’t suffocate on it. 

“You’re always on my nerves,” he bites back, pushing your hands off him, disappointment on his face as he clearly didn’t want to encourage you with a response, “literally since day one you’ve been on every nerve in my body.”

You smile, the cogs turning in your mind quickly, but as he crosses his arms in front of his chest and stares at you, you wisely choose not to make the argument sexual… yet. 

“That’s not true, Mark,” you pout at him, moving closer as discreetly and innocently as you can manage, “we got along really well the first time we met, then one day you just decided you hated me.”

“I didn’t decide,” he groans, not stepping away from you like usual, the lack of action not going unnoticed by you, “it’s like one day you just started pushing my buttons while practically begging me to hate your guts.”

“Strike one,” you respond bluntly, holding a finger up as he makes a small noise of confusion, “I would never beg you for anything.”

“That’s not my point.”

“Well it’s my point now,” shaking your head stubbornly, until he starts to grit his teeth at how childish you can be, “you can hate me all you want, Mark. Just at least get the facts straight.”

“So what?” He shrugs, playing along with you for once, even if he’s not aware, “you asked me politely to hate you?” 

“No,” you shake your head, reaching up to grab his ear again, “you hate me all on your own, I’m just having a little fun.”

“You’re a brat,” he announces sternly like he’s had an epiphany, his eyes shifting in a way you’ve never seen, and for a moment you wonder if you’ve flipped dimensions and stand in front of a different Mark entirely, “you’re just a fucking brat.”

“Wow, big words Mark,” you reply sarcastically, throwing your hands up on faux surrender, hiding how his sudden shift of tone makes you feel, “do you kiss mommy with that mouth?”

You’ve seen Mark angry far more than your fair share of times, but something about you being just flat out juvenile is what always sets him off. But this time he looks ready to snap, with his shoulders tense and his tongue rolling over his teeth. He looks so incredibly pissed off at you, that it makes you giddy in a way that you’ve never experienced, and you just want to make it worse. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he finally spits out as he takes a step closer to you, his fingers flexing and digging into his arm. 

“Make me.” 

You don’t have a smart remark for what Mark does next, you don’t even have a verbal one. All you can do is gasp loudly as his hands grab you around the sides of your throat. 

He walks towards you as he pulls you closer, your hands moving to wrap around his wrists as he gently shakes you and walks you to the couch behind you. He kicks your feet out from under you when he gets close enough to the piece of furniture, and when you hold tighter onto him as you’re forced to depend on his hold for balance, he lowers you down to the floor until your neck curves and you rest your head on the cushion. 

He gets visibly more angry when you smile up at him, his eyes narrowing and his hands shaking when you start to happily giggle. He can’t wrap his mind around you, and as you seem to beam from the way he holds you, he wonders how you can even be real. 

“What’s your next move, Mark,” you ask as excitement floods your veins. If you thought he looked so cute when he got angry, you learn now that he looks even better when he’s livid, and you want nothing more than to see how far you can push him. 

“I said shut the fuck up,” he commands again, his head spinning as he tries to figure out what to do. He’s shocked that he even grabbed you in the first place, but he’s more shocked that you seem to be liking it. 

“Why the fuck are you enjoying this?” he asks, his tone showing his genuine bewilderment. He shakes you more as he questions you, and you revel in the deep blush that takes over his features when you let out a soft moan. 

“Hit me, Mark,” you tell him softly, your thighs tensing as you beg the universe for him to listen. You just want it once, the feeling of his palm cracking against your skin, and you hope your eyes fluttering and your face showing signs of you becoming light headed will be enough to convince him. 

“Are you insane?” he coughs out, knowing the answer to the question before he even had to ask, but as you squirm and pant below him, he starts to feel an itching in the center of his palm. 

“I’ll be good,” you try, pleading in your head that this doesn’t turn south and you don’t end up feeling like a fool, “I’ll be really good, I promise.”

“Fuck,” he swears as his eyes shut tightly. The response makes you sigh happily. And when you glance down and see the bulge that starts forming in his pants, you know that regardless of where his hands are, you know realistically he’s in your trap. 

Your eyes close when you see him reel back, his hand raising hesitantly off your neck and past his shoulder as he mentally weighs his options. He could let you go, tell you to fuck off again and watch you try to play whatever is happening between you off. Or he could hit you, watch you react in a way that he can’t even imagine now. And one of those options is starting to sound a lot more fun. 

The initial impact of his hand against your cheek is so shocking you don’t feel it at first, the stinging grows gradually until the skin is hot and tingling, but that doesn’t stop the gasp and elated moan that you let out and he stares down at you in surprise. 

“I-“ he tries to start, his brain feeling jumbled as his mouth repeatedly opens and closes, before he clears his throat, “did you like that?”

You’re not sure if he intended for his voice to sound so concerned, the words coming out in a fumbled message as he watches you melt back into the couch. But you smile in response, the look on your face being dazed and lazy as you draw your knees up and together. And with a gentle nod against his flexing fist, you quietly ask for more. 

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits as he swallows roughly. 

“Kiss me,” you encourage, chewing on your lip as you stare at his, before fumbling to correct yourself, “do whatever you want to me.”

For the first time in a long time, Mark smiles at you. A soft smile that tugs on his lips but keeps his teeth hidden as he watches the way your eyes gloss over. He’s always thought you were pretty, aggravating as hell, but unbelievably pretty. But as you lay beneath him and shift your neck under his hold, he thinks you’re the prettiest he’s ever seen you. 

With a quiet huff of disbelief, he moves down, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips are slick from the small amount of saliva that dribbled out from his slap, and the way you kiss back is more eager than he’d ever thought you could be. You taste like the candy you had consumed earlier, the small pieces of sugar he knew would hype you up and make you a bigger problem from him later lingering on your tongue and turning you into his own personal treat. 

He bites down on your lips harshly, making you squeak and thrash in pain as he sucks the flesh into his mouth, and when your jaw drops to let out a quiet cry, he shoves his tongue in your mouth to lick at the back of your teeth. 

A small drop of your combined spit trickles down your chin as he kisses you roughly, and as he pushes his palm deeper against your neck, your hips start to tilt and move as if they have a mind of their own. 

A string of saliva connects you as he pulls away, his eyes wild as he sees this and the way you pant and whine. His free hand lands roughly on your cheek as he licks his lips in hunger, and as you look at him with begging eyes, his thumb presses into your bottom lip and admires how messy you’ve become. 

“Do what I want,” he mumbles as if to remind himself of your earlier words, and when you rapidly nod in agreement, he moves his hand from your face and begins to fumble at the button of his pants. 

He lifts you slightly with the hand around your neck, dragging your back up the front of the couch as he steps closer to your face. His own breathing sounds quick and shallow now, and he lets out a small his when he pulls his length out from the confines of his pants. 

“Open your mouth,” he tells you with determined eyes, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he brings the head of his dick to the corner of your mouth. He taps his length a few times against your cheek, and when your tongue flicks out to try and roll against his skin, he slowly pushes himself down until he hits the back of your throat. 

“You need to put this mouth to better use than just talking all the time,” he grunts as he lets go of his length to push his palm against your forehead. He shoves your head back into the cushion beneath your head, and once he feels his grip on your body is enough to keep you stationary, he starts to roughly rock his hips down into your face. 

You breathe deeply through your nose as he fucks your face, trying to stay calm as you gag slightly and drool. The way he stretches your lips and drags across your tongue making you overly excited as you feel your arousal dampening your underwear and making the fabric stick to your skin. 

“Who knew all it took to get you to behave was smacking you around a little,” he says in mock disbelief as he shoves his hips forward with more force, his body shuttering and his eyes fluttering a bit when you let out rhythmic squeaks, “just had to shove my cock down your throat to get you to shut the fuck up.”

Tears spill quickly over your water lines as you try to keep your eyes on his twisted up features, your heart squeezing and beating quickly as you can’t help but be endeared by how his eyebrows draw together. You try and reach up to grab at his belt loop, but with how dizzy his hold and your uneven breathing makes you, your hands fumble and struggle as they try to keep up with his movements. 

When he lets go of your neck, you let out a muffled whine, and when he moves his hand to wrap around himself as he slips from your mouth, you whine louder. If it wasn’t for the hold he still had on your head, and the way he cages you in with his legs, you would have chased after him with your tongue as it still hangs from your mouth, but instead all you can do is watch him with teary eyes as he moves his shaky fist up and down his shaft. 

“Do you want me to come on your face?” he asks in a way that makes it feel like a warning rather than a question, and when you mumble out slurs of confirmation he looks at you with a dark grin, “beg for it.”

You hum out in confusion, your shoulders twisting as you pout up at him, and when you scowl at him and shake your head against his palm, he shoves his shoed foot between your thighs to press against your crotch. 

“You’re not in a position to disagree,” he tells you, taunting you by bringing his length closer to your hungry mouth before pulling away, “you wanted to talk shit earlier, but now you’re sitting here all pathetic and whiny. So fucking beg.”

“Mark, please,” you finally choke out, your voice rough in a way that has you shaking in embarrassment as you take advantage of him standing still to grab at his hips, “please I want your come on my face so bad. Need you so bad.”

He starts to move his hand again as you beg, groaning out in pleasure when your voice becomes watery and distraught. He already seems to be teetering on the edge, locking his eyes onto your messy face to get off to, but when you reach a hand up to scratch deeply into the skin of his tense stomach, his hips stutter forward until his tip bumps into the bridge of your nose. 

You open your mouth wide when he lets out a telling groan, his hand moving faster as he keeps his eyes trained on you and your wiggling tongue. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and as his skin flushes bright and warm, you watch him slowly fall apart at the seams. 

The first bit of his come that hits your skin makes you jump, the sticky substance landing on where your cheek blends into the skin at the side of your nose and slipping slowly down. He moans out, low and long as he continues to coat your face, and when some of it lands on your lips and waiting tongue, you moan out with him with a grin. 

He finishes with a rattling intake of air, his eyes shutting and his head tilting down as he collects himself and you just vibrate below him in excitement. When his eyes finally open again, he fears that he could get hard again, as you stare up at him expectantly, your face and tongue still marked with the evidence of his orgasm. And you looked so genuinely happy, he wonders for a moment how he ever managed to get frustrated by you. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” He asks, his voice gruff as he matches your teasing smile. 

You make sure he’s watching as you bring your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing dramatically before you lick at what’s left on your lips, and humming before you respond proudly. 

“I’m very aware.”

#Nct smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct blurb #mark blurb #kpop smut #ask

[zoeyslament]

linda is a lesbian and i can PROVE IT

We know about the abuse Linda had to endure, with her father always belittling and insulting her and never actually caring about her. He doesn't take her seriously, doesn't listen to her, doesn't bond with her.

Linda grew up just wanting her father to love her, which reflects in her deep desire to be "adored" she develops in later stages of her life after (probably subconsciously) realizing that her father was never going to be the one she wished for him to be, the one she needed him to be.

She continuously cheats on her husband (who *surprise surprise* doesn't seem to be enough for her), going so far as to get pregnant by two other men, which was confirmed by Wilbur Cross in Black Friday. Heck, she becomes the leader of a cult dedicated to an ancient, dark god, only because of her desire to be acknowledged, to be loved. She kills a man and is ready to doom humanity as long as she's adored.

But she never quite finds what she's searching for.

Her marriage with Gerald, her affairs, even the cult aren't enough. Or rather, they're not what she actually wants or needs.

Maybe Linda Monroe has never felt loved or loved enough by her husband and affairs because her relationships with them are only desperate attempts to recreate something she thinks she can never have.

Maybe Linda Monroe thinks that if she just wins enough pageants, satisfies enough men, has enough money, sails on enough boats and impresses enough people, she'll be fulfilled without ever actually having to acknowledge that she is a lesbian.

That she is not who every woman in Hatchetfield wants to be and whom every man in Hatchetfield wants to be with. But that she is a disappointment to her family and that she is disgusting, a mistake, a reject, unfit to be a mother, unable to be loved by her father. That it is her own fault he didn't love her.

Think about it. Linda's dad, the old capitalist guy who rewarded his underage grandson for reading a Playboy magazine with money. I mean, this guy's the cliché bigoted uncle at any family party. He's not gonna be happy about his kids of grandkids being gay.

When Linda was young, she couldn't even realize her weird feelings for girls because she was always taught it was wrong.

So, raised without love and any kind of example of a healthy relationship in her life, she becomes the Linda Monroe we all know today - unfulfilled, dissatisfied, unhappy. A typical 'mean girl' who brings other people, especially women, down because if she doesn't get to be happy, why should anyone else?

And without wanting to romanticize the canon relationship between them in the slightest, I also believe this explains her relationship with Becky Barnes. The nurse that everyone loves and everyone is kind to without her having to bribe or threaten them.

I believe Linda has feelings for her.

Linda revels in knowing Becky has suffered through abuse because she not only thinks that she deserves happiness more than Becky does, more than anyone does, but believes (or rather wants to believe) that it's Becky's fault she's attracted to her, a woman, that it's Becky's fault she's in love with her, a woman, and that it's Becky's fault her true self is not who she desperately wants it to be.

Whether she would actually date Becky in another life or just chose her as the first best scapegoat is up to each individual viewer to interpret.

Really, it's an "I hate you for making me feel things" situation but it's not a silly, endearing text from your partner but what Linda sobs in front of the bathroom mirror at 2am with shards of glass from a broken bottle of wine on the floor and mascara running down her face while thinking about Becky Barnes because she will never be happy, she will never be enough and she will never be herself.

OOOOUGH YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN

MY HEART

MY LITTLE HEART

im sobbing shes so, hsessss

i never even liked linda that much until meeting you and now she justt. It meansSSS a lot OKOK.

so me </3

[super-paper]

How do you think toshi reaching the tomura vs izuku fight would go? For his next "role" in this arc, would he be there physically, through his aura might, or some other way? Id love to see him talk to tomura and witness izukus I am here! moment, but im guessing all that will happen in the vestige world, since he doesnt seem to be near them and idek if he can walk at all in order to reach them. (Additionally, I also hope izuku and toshi will get to have a proper, private and emotional talk after all this. For my dadmight feels ㅜㅜ since their reunion in 327 was honestly disappointing but we'll see!)

Can't say for certain at this point, but I feel like OFAFO shenanigans are going to happen and Toshi's momentary manifestation as a "full" vestige is going to end up being relevant (possibly through giving him the ability to "see" the other vestiges and what's happening in the vestige world instead of merely "feeling" it, the same way Tomura is now able to see them due to the resonance between OFAFO).

Before that, I also think that it's possible that the fight is going to be brought a little bit closer to where Toshi is-- Tomura is playing it cool atm ("No no no this is fine I'll just break them all as many times as it takes :) :) :) *very conspicuously scratching his neck*), but both he and AFO are currently malding over the fact that Toshi and Bakugo were saved, and I feel like this "mutual" hatred is gonna be part of what lets AFO take over Tomura again-- and after this happens, I wouldn't be surprised if he starts heading towards Toshi again.

Kurogiri/Aizawa also seem like they're going to play a big role by using erasure/warp at a key moment (probably to stop Tomurafo from unleashing a mass decay-wave in an attempt to kill everyone in the area?), so they're both kind of a wild card that could potentially warp Toshi closer to Tomura/Izuku or warp him away if need be.

(Additionally, I also hope izuku and toshi will get to have a proper, private and emotional talk after all this. For my dadmight feels ㅜㅜ since their reunion in 327 was honestly disappointing but we'll see!)

Yeah, same. Looking at the Iron Might chapters as a whole, I feel like the lack of a heart-to-heart between Toshi and Izuku regarding their falling out during the dark hero arc might've been intentional. Toshi attempting to kill himself to protect Izuku reads as the consequence of these two not sitting down to actually talk about their feelings imo:

So I definitely think we'll be getting an open and honest conversation between the two before the story ends. Toshi is more to Izuku than just his mentor, and Izuku is more to Toshi than just his disciple-- and them breaking free from the obligations that come with "being a symbol/hero/mentor/ect" should be cathartic for them both & allow them to both be more honest with themselves/each other and the fact that they both just want to be a part of each other's lives. Even if Toshi has nothing left to teach, even if Izuku doesn't have OFA.

#sophie.txt #mha spoilers #thank you for the ask!

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part three)

kendall roy x fem! reader

I'm planning to write another succession fic so yeyy im excited; it's more general, kendall, roman and shiv. So probably there will be something about it these week I hope.

note: I tried to make this ep the smutty one but I got carried away for something else,, so sorry you will have to wait for the next one I think 💀

summary: kendall suggested you should stay for the night after the party, but for that you'd have to tolerate the event before it's finished, and perhaps that could take a bad turn

parts: pt.1 // pt.2 /// pt.4

content/warning: jealousy again, more alcoholism, emotional angst?

I'll see you later ken

You thought. Kept you excited, you are a pretty anxious person, can't wait all night to be alone with him again, but unfortunately you would have to play alone for today, pretending to hear what your co-workers been doing while having your mind elsewhere.

You've been walking around the place, trying to distract yourself, and see if you could spot kendall somewhere. Went from room to room, as you felt he was ignoring you, but you weren't trying to be a stalker, just, wanting to find out what was wrong, and you are an incredible observer to do that.

You finally spotted kendall, right at the corner of the bar, pretty well hidden you could say. However you noticed he was talking with just the one. you gotta be kidding me. His ex was having a fun conversation with the man, as it appeared; lots of smiling here and then, grinning ear to ear, you didn't have to be a pro at observing corporal language to understand that they were flirting. You felt a little disappointed, his ego was bigger than you thought, he must've feel so great when successfully seduced the desperate assistant, to then going after the ex, and feel like the greatest man in the world; you were not having that.

As you were watching them, kendall eyes glimpsed at your presence in the distance, staring at him from a far. You immediately looked the other way, it wasn't intentional, to make yourself look like lurker, you didn't want to him to catch you like that, the rejected lover, who didn't even get to base one with the man, so damn ridiculous. You got out of the room quickly as you could, and decided to leave the flat to then leave to yours.

In kendall's perspective, when he caught you looking, he knew he was kind of busted, and as soon as you started to leave the room, seeming a little heartbroken, he tried to chase you down, but unfortunately he lost you, since you were already gone. He could've follow you down, but he gave up, feeling so stupid for his own actions. Felt he had it all under control.

He was beat, didn't feel all the party vibes at the moment, so he went straight to his bed, feeling a little broken. Roman caught him going away, in a way that feels suspicious. "wow, the party man it's leaving his own party, what you have there? some fresh lines waiting for you?" As always roman being so charming. "just- just leave it man okay? not today." Kendall was done with himself he couldn't keep hearing roman's daily teasing. "woah, um you okay bro? I mean I don't wanna get into it all but-." Ken chuckles mid conversation. "yeah, of course you don't." he lays down on his bed, and put his hand over his front head, as he would have q terrible headache. "I messed up, rome." As he exhales out of exhaustion and confesses. "you fucking it up? not a surprise honestly." Kendall continued not caring a bit what roman's being saying, as he's used of it. "You warned me, I suppose, and I didn't listen." Roman stayed put, deciphering what could be kendall talking about, and then it hit him. "oh my god, her?" Fully surprised by the situation but overly amused by his confession, kendall nodded to his question. Roman starts laughing. "I gotta tell someone, shiv! she's gonna love this-" Shiv magically appears right after roman talked about her. "uuh, what's going on? I saw you and roman coming in here, what happened?" Shiv sees both kendall, looking like a sad puppy, and roman, who was about to burst with laughter. "guess who was gonna get bent over today by the world champion here?" Roman was so excited to let shiv know the most humiliating news for kendall. "roman I don't wanna know what kendall's up to, sincerely, but... her? your...?" intending to be you. Ken again nodded. "yeah... (sighs) you're correct." Shiv put her hand over her mouth, to contain any loud laughter that could come out of her to try to be civilized about this. "oh, ken..." slightly chuckles but instantly it wears off. "it hasn't been a day yet... and you already fucked it?" Shiv still seemed a little unserious, but the question was genuine. "what happened?" Shiv calmly asks, as she gently sits down on the bed, next to kendall; Kendall does the same and lifted his way up, to have him now sitting next to shiv. Roman rolled his eyes, the warm heart to heart moments weren't his style, but he kept quiet, and sat down too, on the other side of the bed. Then kendall started to tell about it. "I promised, well, kind of... to meet up with her, later on, but I got distracted with..." Kendall pauses but shiv understood it. "oh her?" Talking about kendall's ex in an obvious matter. "yeah, she's here too... and it was wrong, I betrayed someone, once more." Ken closes his eyes, feeling remorseful, and shiv tries to cheer him up after having eye contact with roman, both seeing kendall, feeling worried. "now dude, I know she's very shy and stuff, but we're adults, and shit can happen, you couldn't help it ken..." Kendall turn his head to shiv slowly. "when you're an adult it doesn't mean you can't be a good and decent person, shiv, but maybe you didn't know that." Shiv attitude changes right after kendall's attack after her. "woah, okay, first of all, you can't come up me like that-" both of them start fighting each other, on voice on top of the other, while roman was watching the whole thing, on silence but annoyed by it all. "okay, okay! you guys..." kendall and shiv looked straight at roman. "you starting to sound just like mommy and daddy." Roman starts fake crying and then stopped his teasing to have his middle finger shown to them, as usual. "bye bye, you morons." Roman closed the door and leaves kendall and shiv still together. Shiv tries to focus back on, looks at ken, seeming hot-tempered. "if you think... that the girl is going to be a liability, then she shouldn't be working for us any longer." She walks away from the bedroom and leaves. Kendall is now alone again, with his thoughts.

As for you, just have arrived to your place, not trying to think about all that mess from earlier, you were alone as well with your thoughts, thinking how any of this was a good idea, playing around like this with your job on the line, yes, it does pay really well, but if something like this was already troubling your mental health, perhaps it's not really that worth it. You were decided, you took out your phone, but then stopped for a second, started to reflect, maybe you were making a decision too quickly out of just jealousy, that you'll probably regret after. You tried to calm yourself, breathe in and out, everything will be fine, and you will need to keep kendall out of your mind and start looking somewhere else-

Your phone starts buzzing, and who could it be, it's Kendall luckily. You were just reflecting about your life because of Kendall and then starts calling you out of nowhere just when you had your phone on your hands. are there cameras here? You started to get paranoid just a tiny bit. You determinedly hit the answer button, ready to have a conversation. "hello Kendall." pretty unbothered. "oh hey... I think we need to-" You didn't give him a chance to even start it. "this is how it's gonna go, I stay as your assistant, or even someone elses? roman, tom, anyone... but that's all I'll ever be here, I won't be a little toy for you to play around, and for so long..." You feel like starting to break a little. "we've been friends for so many years, and you treat me like this... I should be quitting actually, but I won't have it... now that I think about it, you really are deserving of your name, kendall roy." You hear nothing but his silence on the other side, but hoping actually he would say something, however you knew he wouldn't, and let you be more infuriated by it. "tomorrow, ill be back, and everything will be back to normal, but you get to be the kendall roy you were always meant to be.

Right after you hung up, you thought that maybe you went a little too far; if they decide to fire you, it's probably for the better, but if not, you get on with your life, doing what you always have been doing, being an assistant.

After hunging up on Kendall, he was nothing but devastated, couldn't believe he can't even hold onto someone he cares about on just day one. He was believing that everything he does, touch, etc. tends to fail for him. Flirting with his ex, was a mistake, and in vain, she wouldn't get back with him, ever. He was fighting loneliness at the moment, but you, you were used to it, you had yourself and you thought that was enough; on the contrary, kendall was just getting started, couldn't bare the fact he was that close on having you later that night, since he can't keep it in his pants, ruined it.

He went straight to bed, party was over, but you didn't want to sleep just yet, there was something else you needed to do first. You grabbed your phone and started writing.

Sorry to bother you Mr roy, but I wanted to discuss something with you, maybe about a transfer. I'll be glad if you get to answer this, if not, I'll be there trying to contact you more often to get this matter to your attention. I'll be patiently waiting for your reply. Thank you.

Good night, roman.

You sent the e-mail, and went to sleep right after it. You thought you'd be sleeping horribly, not only because of the whole Kendall thing, but also thinking about working for roman would leave you apprehensive, but turns out, you're sleeping like an angel.

Roman was heading to his place after the party. He was sitting at the back of the range rover, when suddenly his phone buzzed. "g-mail? who the fuck sends e-mails nowadays?... and who is-..." Roman's eyes opened wide when he read the username and as he started to read the mail as well. "holy shit, oh my god, Kendall is going to absolutely love this, fuck yeah." Roman wasted no time and got to it, wrote you back very quickly. He was more than happy with your decision, as he put back his phone back in his pocket, and kept on smiling. "tomorrow will be a fucking interesting day"

and it will be.

continue.

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall succession #succession #roman roy #roman roy succession #shiv roy #roman succession #kendall roy succession #fem reader #y/n #part three

[obeiii-mee]

Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

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joe'marr 4 da ship ask game bless

Guys you do not know what you ask 😭

Opinion below the cut bc if not I would feel like that image of Patrick being chained in a coliseum:

It’s not really my thing 😭 I’ve read fic for it, and the fic is good, and I’m a Bengals fan, so I should like the ship with our qb1 and wr1. And yet…

Tbh the problem is me not the ship 🧍 like I have eyes I can see why ppl go crazy abt joe’marr 😭 I became a Bengals fan in 2020 and was like “omg we drafted a qb and wr in the first two rounds and their jersey numbers are 9 to 85 this is such a narrative parallel to the past” so joe/tee was the ship I gravitated toward, blissfully unaware of the LSU lore until the 2021 NFL draft rolled around. And yes, I was one of the ppl wanting to draft Penei Sewell at the time, so when Ja’Marr got drafted I was a little disappointed but nevertheless willing to see how things went. And then we went to the Super Bowl and Ja'Marr had a record-breaking season, Joe wore Ja'Marr's jersey to a Saints game last season, and yeah. In another fandom this would get hundreds of fics a la Hockey RPF. McStrome would never /j

I think if I’d gotten into the Bengals a season later I would’ve shipped joe’marr and been fed like a member of the royal family with all the content being provided. But i did not so here we are 😔 im unfortunately stubborn about some ships and I guess this is one of them. I like them individually but together it just doesn’t work in my head 😭 even tho the evidence is overwhelming. In another universe my ja'marr/justin fic would probably be joe'marr. much to consider.

So uh to the ppl who ship joe’marr (most nfl rpf enjoyers) and read all of that rambling… keep doing ur thing 🫡 I do respect that this ship has gotten a lot of people into nfl rpf, which is a good thing! My hope is that people are able to branch into other pairings but ship who you wanna ship and don't let other opinions get to you 👍

(Kind of a tangent but i was surprised the joe'marr economy didn't really pop off until the season after the super bowl but i guess at that time the size of the nfl rpf fandom was a little smaller and ppl were working on things. Okay tangent over.)

#my asks #ship ask game #nfl rpf #joe burrow #ja'marr chase

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Chapter 4 - Bedpost

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: You and Suguru try to resist ripping each other's heads off.

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

You were trying to focus on your French lecture. You really were, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to wear tonight on your date with Satoru. You were only going to be having dinner at his (and the monkey’s) place but you still wanted to impress him. Should you wear a dress? Maybe something more casual? What did Satoru like? For once, you wished you could ask that idiot what his friend was into so you could make sure you made a good impression. Knowing that asshole, he probably would’ve told you the wrong thing and had you dressed like a pirate standing outside of his apartment later. The thought made you chuckle quietly to yourself.

You scribbled down your lecture notes as the professor continued. You jumped slightly when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. You smiled, already knowing who it was before you opened your messages.

Satoru: cant wait to see u tonight :)

Satoru: what do u wanna eat?

Satoru: actually dont answer that. i wanna surprise u

Satoru: wait actually ur not allergic to anything right?

Your smile spread into a beaming grin. It wasn’t like you knew Satoru well at all, but even you could tell he was nervous. The rapid texts coming in one after the other was a dead giveaway. It was cute though. You shook your head, quickly replying under your desk.

You: lol breatheee Satoru. im not picky and no allergies

You: cant wait to see u too

You supposed you didn’t need Suguru to find out what to wear tonight. You could just ask Satoru directly. Right? That was fine? Fuck it. You were doing it.

You: weird question. what should i wear?

You watched the three little dots blink at the bottom of the screen for what felt like forever. You shouldn’t have asked. You really shouldn’t have asked. What kind of question was that anyway? You couldn’t pick something to wear? Were you really so desperate for his approval that you needed him to dictate what you wore? You hadn’t seriously dated anyone before, so you weren’t really sure how to do this. School was pretty much your boyfriend. You never made time for this kind of thing. You were pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrated again.

Satoru: sorry i wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but i didnt want u to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever u want, love. im sure ur gonna look great no matter what <3

He was so sweet. You wondered how he could be friends with someone like Suguru who spent most of his time being a miserable ass to everyone around him. Seriously, any time you thought about trying to make peace with the guy, he said or did something to piss you off. You hoped he wouldn’t be at home tonight. You didn’t want him to ruin this for you. You typed back to Satoru quickly.

You: will your roommate be home?

He replied quickly this time.

Satoru: lol u kno u can just call him suguru

You: no thx.

Satoru: i dont get u guys but no its just me and u at the apt tonight. that ok?

You frowned, your stomach dropping as you read Satoru’s text. What was that? Sadness? Five seconds ago, you were praying he wouldn’t be anywhere near the apartment so you could be alone with Satoru. This was actually more than you could ask for. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the nagging disappointment you were feeling. You shot back a quick text to Satoru.

You: perfect :) see you tonight

You sighed, resuming your note taking. This was going to be a good night. You would make sure it was a good night. Suguru could not ruin this night for you. Satoru was going to treat you to dinner and you would not even see a glimpse of Suguru. That was a good thing, right?

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Once your classes were over for the day, you moved across the courtyard to head back to your apartment. It was the packed with students lounging in the grass. There were picnic tables scattered around where students were eating, mingling, studying. The beautiful spring weather made this place the perfect hangout spot. You wandered through the students laying in the grass, mentally arranging outfits in your closet when you heard your name being called. You glanced around, eyes landing on Utahime sitting at one of the picnic tables, waving you over. Next to her sat king of the apes himself, staring boredly off to the side with his elbow propped up on the table, head in his hand.

“Y/n, come here! I wanna talk to you before your date!” She howled across the courtyard. And it could have just been your imagination, but you could have sworn that even from the other side of the courtyard, you could see Suguru’s jaw tick hard.

You took your time making your way over there, careful not to step on any of the many people splayed out on the ground soaking up the sun. You kept your eyes locked on Utahime and Suguru as they chatted idly to each other. Suguru must have said something particularly hilarious because Utahime threw her head back to laugh, grabbing his arm to steady herself. Your stomach flipped. Why? You had no idea, but you found yourself moving just a little bit faster, your foot clipping a student in the side with a loud “ouch!” coming from below.

“I’m sorry!” you yelled back, hurrying over to the table. You threw your bag down on the bench and took a seat across from them, Utahime coming down from her giggle fit.

“What’s so funny?” You tried to ask casually, like your blood wasn’t boiling for whatever reason.

“Oh, nothing…” Utahime sighed happily. Your eyes were glued to her hand still on Suguru’s bicep as it slid down his arm slowly and landed on the table. “So?!” She started and you quickly averted your gaze, hoping she hadn’t seen you staring. Suguru on the other hand, had assumed his previous position of staring off to the side, not bothering to acknowledge you.

“So, what?”

“Don’t act stupid!” Utahime scolded. Suguru snorted at this.

“I don’t think she’s acting.” He muttered, still turned away from you and Utahime. You ignored him.

“Sugu, don’t be mean.” She chided and the familiar use of his nickname made you ball your hands into fists under the table. “I’m talking about your date with Satoru! Are you excited?”

Should you be talking about this in front of Suguru? Wait, why did you fucking care?

“Yes. We were texting about it earlier and he’s so sweet, Hime. He wants to surprise me with dinner and he’s cooking. He sounds just as excited as me from what he was texting me. This is so embarrassing, though. I asked him what I should wear.” In your peripheral, you saw Suguru shift slightly but he remained turned away from you.

Utahime giggled. “What did he tell you? A typical Satoru answer? Something sexy, short, preferably easy to take off?”

You blinked. Is that what he usually tells girls?

“Ah, no. He told me…one sec-” you pulled your phone out and read the text from Satoru back to Utahime…and Suguru since he wasn’t going anywhere apparently. “-and I quote: sorry, I wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever you want, love. I’m sure you’re gonna look great no matter what…And then he put a little heart emoji.”

Now Utahime blinked, her brown eyes wide and eyebrows lifting. “Wow…that sounds very unlike Satoru actually.” Again, you noticed Suguru shift next to Utahime. Whatever he was looking at must have been the most interesting thing in the world because his eyes were locked onto it.

Utahime leaned forward on the table. “Wear that little sage green dress in your closet. The silk one with the slit up your thigh!”

“Ooh, I forgot about that one. I’ll wear it!” You agreed.

“Yes! And it’s loose enough on the thighs for easy access for Satoru.” Your cheeks heated up immediately. Utahime lowered her voice an octave, a devilish grin flashing across her features. “Do you think you’ll fuck Satoru tonight?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up as you felt the lighthearted atmosphere instantly shift into something much, much heavier. Your eyes slid over from Utahime’s to Suguru beside her who had suddenly pivoted his body to face you, his eyes glued to yours. Those deep brown eyes bore into yours so intensely, you had to look away.

“Stop staring, monkey. I don’t have any bananas with me.” You had to bring some type of normalcy back. Suguru knew little to nothing about you or your personal life – his only knowledge pertaining to your academics – yet here you sat with your roommate gushing about his best friend and the…intimate plans of the night ahead of you. You didn’t need him making it more awkward than it already was.

Suguru continued his staring, putting his head back in his palm as his lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, I’m just interested to hear if you’re going to fuck Satoru tonight or not.” You look at him again.

“Why is that any of your business?”

“Just curious. For someone who prides themselves on being so smart, you’re actually really fucking stupid if you fuck Satoru. But, you’re right. It actually isn’t my business.”

“And yet, here you are…making it your business. Say what the fuck is on your mind.” He doesn’t say anything, just sits there with the same intense stare, peering into your soul. “Speak, monkey.” You gritted out.

“I mean, it’s your choice. If you want to be another notch in Satoru’s bedpost, that’s up to you. I’m just saying, if let your pretty boy distract you you’ll be falling behind in your classes and debate team. Actually, this might work out for me if you and pretty boy do hook up.” He shrugs, sticking his tongue out at you through a cruel smile that doesn’t reach anywhere near his eyes.

“Pretty boy? I didn’t know you looked at Satoru that way, Suguru.” You match his cruel smile with your own, loving the way he tenses up at you addressing him by name for the first time since you’ve known each other. “Worried his good looks overshadow you and your chimp face?”

Suguru’s brows furrowed and he sat up straight. “Monkey this, monkey that. I’m getting so fucking bored with that one.”

“And I’m getting so fucking bored of your unwarranted opinions on what I’m doing.”

“And just like all of his other whores, you’re a one night stand away from Satoru being fucking bored of you in a couple of hours.”

You opened your mouth to reply only to be interrupted by Utahime’s nervous chuckle breaking through the tension. “Haha…You guys…maybe bring it down a little? You’re kind of yelling…” She glances around nervously and you follow suit, seeing quite a few eyes on you. You realize then that you’re breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart pounding in your ears. Suguru looks to be about in the same condition as you as he takes in your surroundings.

Snatching your bag from the seat, you stood abruptly, glaring hard down at Suguru. He glared right back. You would never be able to have a decent conversation with this monster. No matter what you did, no matter where you went, he would be there to shit on your mood and you were sick of it.

“I think you’re underestimating the chemistry between me and Satoru and I can’t wait to prove it to you. This date will go great whether I fuck him or not, but I think maybe I will.” You said quietly. You didn’t miss the way Suguru’s jaw clenched at this. “I will see him tonight regardless of your warnings and I will invade every corner of your space in that apartment just to watch you fucking squirm with irritation. I will continue to best you in every class we have together and then I will go home --” you dragged out the word ‘home’ and grinned when Suguru’s nostrils flared. “—to Satoru’s open arms while you cry in your room and waste away into nothing but mediocrity.”

Through gritted teeth, Suguru slowly speaks. “If you think you’ll be anything more to Satoru than a pair of legs to slide between, then you really are a fucking moron.”

You recoiled at the insult. While Suguru had called you many names, you did not fail to notice he called everyone else he deemed unworthy a moron - except you. And for some reason, this hurt.

“Fuck you.” You breathed shakily, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper.

“Think I’ll leave that job to Satoru.” He replied without missing a beat.

You stood there, scowling down at him. Your mind was racing so fast you couldn’t think of a response to that. He was going to have the last word and right now, you really didn’t care. The anger was overtaking you and you could feel your eyes beginning to burn as tears tried to escape. You said nothing, instead you turned on your heel and stormed off to your apartment to get ready for what you would make sure was an incredible date in spite of Suguru fucking Geto.

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can we get any snippets of ch3 of welcome to my island? that fic is my roman empire aka im always thinking about it

yes ofc! it's definitely not abandoned but i think trying to finish this chapter before i move is futile, so i'm going to try my best to do some solid work on it once i settle into my new place

but for now here are some bits & pieces

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“We should probably just shower together, right?” Max suggests once they walk in. George stops at the end of the bed, but she continues, only pausing once she’s reached the doorway to the bathroom. “I mean, we’re both wearing swimsuits, so. It just seems practical, don’t you think?”

George can only muster up a nod in response.

And it isn’t exactly sexy, standing back-to-back in an overly large shower still dressed in their swimsuits as they rinse all the saltwater from their bodies. But George feels Max’s presence like Jupiter’s gravity pressing down on him, nevertheless.

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Carlos rolls a five next. “Give a random player a lap dance,” he announces with a somber frown, followed by even more overexaggerated complaints from some of the other boys.

Pretty much the same ones that had been vocally disappointed by the result of Isabel’s turn, but that doesn’t come as a surprise to George, who had seen the same group react similarly last year. It doesn’t bother him either, since they’re all friends and everything is done in good fun, but he finds himself glancing over at Max to see if it bothers her, only to be met with a perfectly blank poker face as she watches Carlos roll a twenty.

“Oh,” Charles announces with ruddy cheeks. “That’s me.”

Pierre, Esteban, and Lando all start laughing uproariously as Carlos gets up and Charles moves a chair into the middle.

“Make it real sexy, Carlos,” Esteban calls out to him.

“Oh, the Ferrari fangirls would love to see this,” Pierre adds, both of them clearly trying to get a rise out of the other two.

Charles flips them off as he takes a seat, legs spread enough to make his lap a comfortable width for Carlos to straddle him.

“Is the timer started yet?” Carlos asks Daniel as he scoots into place.

“No, one second, I’m getting the music.”

“What music?”

“Mmm, ready set go,” Daniel replies quickly. Smooth Operator immediately starts to play over the Bluetooth speakers, and Carlos immediately hops off of Charles’s lap.

“Oh, come on, man,” Carlos complains as everyone else tries to stifle giggles, the song still blaring overhead.

“Clock’s ticking,” Daniel tells him with a wave of his phone, the stopwatch on the screen showing the passing seconds. “You can always take a shot and pay up if you want to forfeit.”

Carlos tosses Daniel a death-glare before perching himself on Charles’s lap again and half-heartedly grinding down on him, the dulcet tones of Daniel and Lando joining in with the song as Charles tries valiantly not to laugh in Carlos’s face.

***

Esteban rolls a three. He’s far enough from them that George has to whisper the words ‘Assume the Position’ into Max’s ear since she can’t see the words scrawled on top of the green deck of cards from where she’s sitting. Just saying it aloud makes his skin prickle.

“What does that mean?” Max asks.

“Basically, just pretending to do whatever’s on the card,” George explains as Esteban rolls a fifteen; Daniel. “Well, if both players are already naked then it’s not pretend anymore, but—”

Esteban draws his card. “Froggy style,” he announces with an exaggerated pout.

“I get to top,” Daniel calls out.

“It is not like calling shotgun,” Esteban argues. “It’s my turn, I should get to be the top.”

“Well, I have seniority, so—”

“Daniel, man, you helped make the rules,” Lewis calmly interjects. “Roller gets to pick the positions.”

“Fine, fine,” Daniel says with a sigh. “I guess I’ll bottom, then.”

George watches as Max watches Daniel pretending to get fucked by Esteban, her mouth pulling into a slight half-smile as Daniel really hams it up, exaggeratedly moaning and shoving his hips back into Esteban’s crotch as Esteban crouches over him with his hands on Daniel’s waist. In the end, it’s Esteban who walks away the loser, hissing in pain as Daniel’s ass hits him square in the balls just before the thirty seconds are up.

“It’s a shame, that was one of my favorites,” Daniel says mournfully as he sets the card in the discard pile before returning to the circle.

“You say that about all of them,” Barbara points out.

Daniel shrugs. “Who says you can’t have more than one favorite?”

***

Unfortunately, Lando doesn’t manage to get a card that has anything to do with either stripping or drinking, instead rolling a five and pulling a card from the ‘Show Off’ deck. “Pick a body part you think is your best feature, then a random player is chosen who must kiss that body part.” Lando shrugs, his expression perfectly nonchalant. “I mean, obviously I’m gonna say cock,” he says as he tosses the discard into the pile with the others.

“Ooh, a gamble,” Daniel mocks in a low voice. “Will it pay off?”

Lando rolls a seven. Lewis gives a little wave of acknowledgment from the other side of the circle.

“Guess not,” Daniel says with a laugh. “Better luck next time, mate.”

Lewis just shakes his head and moves to kneel in front of Lando in the middle of the room. “How much effort am I meant to be putting into this ‘kiss’?” Lewis asks.

“Well, it better be more than just a peck,” Daniel chides. “The category is called ‘Show Off’, after all.”

Lewis doesn’t reply as he reaches up to pull the fabric of Lando’s swim trunks taut before opening his mouth to breathe hotly over Lando’s crotch, tracing the outline of Lando’s semi with his tongue through the waterproof material.

Lando hisses at the first actual contact. He reaches out instinctively to grab Lewis’s head but thinks better of it at the very last moment, instead bringing his hand up to his mouth and biting down between his thumb and forefinger instead.

After a few more seconds, Lewis pulls away and gets to his feet. “Satisfied?” he asks, directing the question at Daniel.

“Lando isn’t,” Daniel replies with a smirk. It earns him a nasty look from Lando as he rejoins the circle, his hand cupping his erection through his shorts self-soothingly, but Daniel doesn’t seem to notice.

***

Daniel saunters over to her with his phone out, still grinning. “Say, ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming’,” he jokes.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming,” Max repeats tonelessly, her expression still blank. It gets a laugh out of everyone, even Daniel, who usually hates being one-upped during one of his bits. She waits a beat, then tells Daniel, “Give me a second to concentrate.”

George watches as Max closes her eyes. It doesn’t take long for her face to change. The minute shifts in her expression closely resemble George’s memory of her in the hot tub—so closely, in fact, that he can’t help but wonder if she’s actually making herself come right there in front of everyone, without any stimulation at all.

Even Daniel seems impressed when he snaps the picture of her face, proudly walking around the circle to show everyone the result as Max calmly levels out her breathing again.

George waits until Daniel is well out of earshot before leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Did you actually come just then?” It’s technically against the rules, but George certainly doesn’t have any intention of ratting her out.

“A lady never tells,” Max says simply before drawing back again with a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.

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