#And half the time I'm plagued with like the thought that one day someone's gonna go apeshit at me

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

can you do kendall roy fluff + only one bed? ☺️

Forced Proximity.

i. Only One Bed

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. oh my GOD i love this man. i am a kendall roy defender until i die. i am a kendall girly first and a human being second. (okay so admittedly I wrote this before watching episode 8... ken, me and you are gonna have words.)

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Another day, another business meeting.

You're in London, this time around. You and Kendall jumped on a flight at the drop of a hat, jetting across the world to appease yet another rich white man. It was part of your job description, after all. Wherever Ken goes, you go. Just him and his best assistant against the world.

You've been awake for what feels like an eternity when you finally arrive at your hotel. You'd made sure to book two conjoining rooms, as always - Kendall likes to have you close. Just in case, he says.

You practically run to the front desk, desperate to shower and jump into a fluffy white bed. The universe, apparently, has other plans.

"So that's room 414 all ready for you, ma'am."

Her English accent doesn't soften the blow of the shock as much as you expected it to.

"Wait... what? Sorry, I'm sleep deprived. I booked two conjoining rooms."

"It says here you only booked one."

"Please," you beg. "I definitely booked two. Do you at least have another room available? I'll just book it now."

She clicks away at the keyboard, acrylic nails hitting the plastic rhythmically.

"I'm really sorry. There's an event happening, it's this huge wedding and the bride is some sort of celebrity and literally every room is full."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was, ma'am."

And that's how you found yourself apologising profusely to Kendall while dragging your luggage down a never ending hotel hallway.

"God, could this day get any worse? I'm so fucking sorry, Ken."

He stops walking and turns to face you directly.

"It's fine. Stop stressing, please. You're making me fuckin' nervous."

You sigh with relief, and join him in his laughter. You can survive one night, surely.

You swing open your door, to be met with the sight of the biggest hotel bed you've ever seen. Bed. One bed.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kendall stays silent, slight smirk on his face. He always thinks you're at your cutest when you're mad.

"God, Ken, again, I'm so sorry. I think the universe hates us."

"You've only figured that out today?"

He chuckles, and the sound calms you down ever so slightly.

"Look, honey, we can sleep top to tail, or I'll sleep on the floor, or in the fucking bathtub. But we're both exhausted, and standing and staring at the bed isn't helping."

He's right. Fatigue is plaguing your bones, practically seeping out of your pores. You need to lie down.

"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Ken. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's room for the both of us."

He can't argue with that.

You both get ready for bed, taking your respective turns. You never realised how intimate a nighttime routine can be. You feel like you're seeing a side of your boss that's reserved only for him.

You both slide into a side of the bed, making sure to put an adequate distance between you. You roll so your backs are facing each other, to save any awkwardness. Kendall turns off the light, and settles down.

"Goodnight, Ken."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

You fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

You're awoken by breathing. Not the steady, rhythmic breathing of someone asleep. No, the half panicked, willing-himself-to-sleep kind of breathing.

"Ken?" you whisper. "Are you awake? What's wrong?"

You turn to face him, and make out the shape of him lying on his back in the dark.

"Fuck, did I wake you? Sorry, honey. Just can't sleep."

"You're exhausted. Thought you'd be out like a light."

"Can I tell you something?" he questions quietly.

"Anything."

"I haven't been sleeping."

"For how long?"

"Months. Maybe like a year? I don't know. I go through phases."

"Have you talked to someone?"

"I, uh, tried to. But they wanted to give me pills. I didn't wanna take them, so."

You roll onto your back, mirroring his position. In the dark, you reach out and grab his hand that rests on the bed between you.

"Proud of you," you whisper. "Can't have been easy to say no."

He doesn't know what to say, so he simply laces his fingers with yours, and squeezes a little tighter.

"Do you think it's because you sleep alone?" you ask quietly after a while.

"Honestly? Maybe. I got used to having Rava for so long. Then Naomi. I always sleep better with someone else."

You inch closer to him, using your interlocked hands as leverage. You move so your arms are pressed against each other, your head resting on his shoulder.

"So do I," you whisper. "Don't know if it's the breathing, or the body heat, or just not being lonely. Whatever it is... you have me."

"Yeah?" he asks breathily.

"Yeah."

With that, he pulls you in to him, arms wrapping around you. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.

You settle into the comfort of the warmth of his chest. The smell of your shampoo slowly calms Kendall, his heart slowing and evening out. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and rhythmic, body fully relaxed. You join him in slumber almost instantly.

When you wake in the morning, Kendall tells you to only ever book one room from now on.

#kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #murphy's 500 followers celebration #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader fluff #kendall roy fluff #kendall roy x reader smut #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x assistant!reader #kendall roy x assistant reader #succession fanfic #succession fic #succession #succession x reader #succession x reader fluff #succession fluff #jeremy strong #kendall roy fic #kendall roy fanfic #succession smut

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

It had been 6 months since the incident, 6 months of both you and Bakugou pretending nothing ever happened, with poor Kiri torn between the two of you.

It wasn't that you were fighting with Bakugou, in fact, it was like there were no feelings between you at all. He was polite (well, as polite as he was with everyone else), but gone were the days where you felt like you could go to him for anything.

You're exhausting to love.

Your ex's words, the very words that had been uttered to you a mere 4 hours before Bakugou had confessed his feelings for you, plagued your days.

You couldn't escape them, and you couldn't help but think he must have been right. You'd thought about coming clean to Bakugou, thought about just telling him why you'd pushed him away, but you'd remember the way he had coldly brushed you off when you'd asked what happened to his hand, clearly lying when he said it had happened while on patrol.

If he couldn't be honest, why should you?

The months dragged on without Bakugou's close presence in your life, but it wasn't until one fall day when you'd really realized what he meant to you.

Your boss had made a sly comment about an upcoming promotion, one that required a move to a different city, heavily hinting that the job was yours if you wanted when the time came. You'd laughed and shrugged, telling her you'd think about it.

But she'd persisted, manicured nails pressing your laptop closed as she stared seriously down at you, insisting this job was an incredible offer. And what real reason did you have to stay here anyways?

In that moment, images of a certain blonde popped into your mind, of ruby eyes staring down at you during a movie, of warm hands you had loved to hold.

The realization made you stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with the realization. You'd made up some excuse not to work late like you'd planned, stomach full of butterflies as you made up your mind.

I'm gonna tell Bakugou how I feel about him tonight.

You'd fired off the text to Kiri as soon as you had arrived home, despite the fact that you knew he was on patrol and probably wouldn't see it for hours.

You were surprised to find the apartment empty, but shrugged it off, resigning yourself to wait for Bakugou to come back, mindlessly flipping through channels.

It was a long, torturous hour later when that lock finally turned in the front door, at the exact time that your phone rang with Kiri's toothy grin popping up on your screen a moment before you silenced it.

You'd hardly stood from the couch when Bakugou stepped through the door, and it took you half a second to realize the grin he donned was not for you. Half a second to realize that he hadn't even looked your way yet, his gaze locked on something behind him.

No.

Not something, someone.

A feminine giggle floated through the silent apartment and your heart plummeted as he stepped in, fingers interlocked intimately with a pretty woman.

She noticed you before he did, shock rooting you to the spot as she waved, already introducing herself.

Bakugou's shock mirrored your own as you stared at one another, the woman blissfully unaware of the sudden tension as she chattered on.

It was like her voice was a million miles away, drowned out by the overwhelming sight of her pressed into his side, her hand on his chest and his wrapped loosely around her waist.

But through it all, cut one sentence, uttered from pretty pink lips that you suddenly could imagine perfectly pressed against Bakugou's, just one sentence that brought your world down around you.

"I'm Katsuki's girlfriend"

#this is messy but that's okay #listen i said i was having roommate bakugou thoughts i never said they were happy #roommate au #roommate!bakugou #Bakugou angst #bakugou x reader #angst w/o comfort #bnha bakugou #bakugou #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #mha

[kengan-daddies]

Okay for Kengan Ashura, I was thinking Ohma x Reader. Where Ohma was training in their shared apartment and the Reader is watching him outside door and she wants to dominate him for the first time and Reader was giving Ohma overstimulated. 18**

I Wanna Dominate You Ohma Tokita

18+ MDNI OHMA TOKITA MDNI 18+

18+ MDNI OHMA TOKITA MDNI 18+

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Character : Ohma Tokita

Warning : Over stimulation, praise kink, Somnophillia, slight mommy kink, creampie

You were in the doorway, you've been standing there for the past 30 minutes, sipping down some iced water, watching Ohma train in the small backyard. The sun made his sweaty skin gleam, the flexing of his muscles more visible, the movement of his back muscles, his low grunts. You wanted... to dominate him... You've brought it up to Ohma once before, but the thought of someone overpowering him seemed to make him highly uncomfortable. He didn't like the idea of being 'weak' or 'helpless', and you didn't want him to be uncomfortable... but it's been plaguing your mind for days now.

Just the thought of a strong man at your mercy made your pussy pulse and your skin tingle...'Tomorrow... I'll try it tomorrow.' You thought as you took another gulp of water...

... Tomorrow was far too long to wait, Ohma had long since came inside, taken a shower, and was now napping. You lay in the bed next to him, only clad in your shirt and panties as you lay on your side, your arm propping your head up. Your eyes trailed over his shirtless body, the cover had long since been pushed down to his knees. You stared at him, watching him like he was prey. You moved your hand slowly down his body, your fingers trailing over his muscles lightly so as not to wake him up.

You trailed your hand down to his shorts, your fingers trailing over the rough rim before you graced the silky fabric, your fingers pressing on his soft cock, you lightly squeezed it and stroked it, feeling it slowly come to life. You smiled softly, seeing the print of it through his shorts as it pressed against the fabric. You sat up, getting comfortable in the bed so that you can pleasure him properly. You dug your fingers under the band of his shorts, pulling them down as best as you could without waking him up.

But it proved fruitless as he gave a sleep groan. "Wha're you doing?" he slurred out sleepily as he blinked through the haze of his sleep. You smiled at him. "Pulling your shorts down, you look like you need help." You purred, he didn't say anything as he arched up, letting you pull his shorts down to his thighs. Your smile widens when you saw his hardened cock, it stood upright, as beautiful as ever. It had a nice-sized girth, a pulsing vein going up the side, and the head was slightly lighter than his skin. You gently grabbed it, making his hips twitch.

You lightly chuckled as you gave it a few soft pumps, watching as the foreskin moved up and down with the movement of your strokes, you did that until you saw precum oozing from the head. He gave a soft groan, as he pushed his arms under his pillow, his eyes still closed, half asleep. 'Perfect.' You thought as you peeled off your shirt, throwing it on the floor behind you, you weren't wearing a bra, finding it more comfortable to sleep without one. You peeled off your panties, throwing them on the floor next to your shirt. You placed your hands on his chest as you straddled him, you bent down, your lips leaving soft kisses up his neck as you rubbed your wet pussy up and down against his cock.

He groaned as he placed his hands on your hips, pushing your hips back, trying to enter you. 'No...' You thought as you leaned up, your lips grazing over his gently. "No, Ohma... I want you to relax... let me handle this... you silly boy." You said softly as you pushed his hair back from his forehead, your lips pressing against his sweetly. He gave a small moan, almost like a whine.

"Aww, don't worry baby... I'm gonna take good care of you, I promise... my sweet, sweet boy." You cooed. His hands on your hips relaxed as they moved around to your ass, his hands gently needing your cheeks. You smiled, happy to see that he complied. 'Just as I thought... I'll have to catch him when he's his most relaxed... most vulnerable.... meaning I'll have to make this a rare thing.' You thought as you went back to gently rocking your pussy on his cock.

He groaned, his grip on your ass tightening slightly as he lightly bucked up into you, the tip hitting your clit, you moaned in response as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Ohma... My sweet boy, Ohma... You're so strong, so passionate... you're my perfect little guard dog." You said gently. He seemed to moan weakly at your words, his cock throbbing in response as he bucked against you slightly faster and harder. 'A praise kink huh?... Who would've guessed.' You thought storing this new information in your mind.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "You're doing such a good job, Ohma... Your pretty cock is making me feel sooo good." You said, his hands slipping from your ass as he wrapped his arms around your back, his cock rubbing against you harder, more sloppier, you felt it twitch again and he gave a whiny moan. "Already? Oh Ohma, you're already about to cum?" You asked as your other hand came up and cupped his cheek. He gave a shaky groan in response, pressing you tighter towards him as he ducked his head down, almost like he was trying to hide from you.

You chuckled softly as you cupped his chin, pulling his head back up. "It's okay, Ohma, don't be embarrassed, I want you to cum, cum as much as you want, I'm not bothered by it." You said reassuring him. His head leaned back into the pillow, his hips jerking and his cock jumping. "NNNUGHHH!!" He loudly groaned as his legs twitched, bending up at the knees as he rode out his orgasm, his arms tightening around your waist as he bucked against you. "There you go... let it all out." You purred as you combed your fingers through his hair.

His grip slowly loosened as he relaxed once more, his legs going lax as his feet slipped down the sheets till his legs were somewhat straight. You chuckled at him as you lifted your hips, you looked down, seeing a mixture of your slick and his cum smeared over your inner thighs, your lower belly, and his abdominals. "Oh Ohma... You made a big mess... You really enjoyed that huh?" You cooed as you gently held his cheek. He mumbled as he leaned his cheek into your palm, seemingly falling back asleep. You smiled, as you reached down, and grabbed his slicked-covered cock in a firm hold.

He twitched harshly at your touch as he grabbed your wrist. "'ait..'m sensitive." He grumbled sleepily. You smiled, your other hand coming up to rub his chest comfortingly. "I know you are, but that'll make it even better." You said, as you slowly slipped his semi-hard cock into your soaked pussy. He groaned out a whine as his legs twitched, his hand let go of your wrist in favor of your waist, trying to pull you off, but it was too little too late, you sunk down, and you gave a pleased sigh.

His grip on your waist was tight, but you didn't mind, you bucked your hips and he whined, his cock twitching weakly. "Oh Ohma, it's okay baby... I'll take good care of you, I promise, you're so strong, I know you can do it." You said sweetly before you gave a light moan. The tip of his cock grazed your g-spot, making you throw your head back. "Ahh!! You make me feel so good, Ohma... Your cock is so perfect, just for me, right?" You said, your movements gaining speed as you pressed down on his chest.

He moaned, his cock twitching in pleasure as he bucked up. You chuckled. "That's it Ohma, fight back... that's what you do best after all... My strong boy." You said, before you gave a light squeal as he bucked up into you, hitting your g-spot with a harder force, his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you down as he bucked up. Your breasts bounced, causing a slight pain but it was enough to stimulate your hardened nipples. The bed began to creak, as Ohma began putting speed and strength behind his thrusts, his orgasm coming sooner and harder than the first one, his eyes closed tightly as he huffed, his chest covered in sweat as his grip on your waist tightened.

One of your hands reached down to your clit, giving it tiny tight circles as you focused on reaching your own orgasm. It didn't take long, not with the way he was thrusting into you, the tip of his cock grazing your g-spot just right, you threw your head back, giving a gasping cry as your pussy pulsed around his cock, you sighed and gasped as your orgasm spilled over. Your mind went hazy as you rode out your high. He grunted, his thrusting growing sloppy and uneven as he focused on reaching his own end. The feeling of your pussy squeezing his oversensitive cock made him give one last twitching thrust as he cried out his orgasm hitting harder than the last time.

You moaned as you felt his seed shooting into you deeply as he pulled you down as hard as he could, his head pushing back into his pillow as he emptied himself into you. You sat there a little longer before you lay down on his chest, you were both hot, sweaty, and sticky. But you both didn't mind. "Damn... what was that?..." he asked groggily as he slowly dozed back off to sleep. "Whatever it was... it sure as hell... felt good." He said as he finally lost the battle and he fell asleep.

You smiled sweetly down at him your fingers combing through his hair lazily as you kissed his cheek. "You did so good, Ohma... my big strong boy." You cooed, he gave a weak grumble in response as he drifted off to sleep. 'He's so cute when he sleeps.' You thought as you gently combed his hair through your fingers.

#kengan ashura ohma #kengan ashura #kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura x y/n #kengan ashura ohma tokita #kengan ashura ohma x reader #kengan ashura tokita #kengan ashura tokita ohma #ohma tokita x reader #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #tokita #ohma #ohma x reader #ohma x y/n #ohma tokita x y/n

[erikatsu]

EPIPHANY — CAPITANO

❍ WARNINGS: fem!reader. hurt/comfort. reader is a cicin mage and implied to be taken in by pierro. reader is also implied to be sick. mentions of canonical death. implied reader x dottore.

❍ NOTE: this is gonna be a series of connected drabbles/oneshots. if i can finish this as a little mini series then i'll post a masterlist. so this drabble is kinda platonic.

❍ TAGS: @dottores @dxlucs @mxnjiros @mrskreideprinz @suyacho @no3tis @simp-lauren

─ ❝ YOU'RE UPSET. ❞ it was an observation, not a question or a statement (even if it did sound like one). you decided then that you admired that about him– how sharp he was. if only you knew he always seemed to notice the little things. a sudden change in mood never went by him, even if someone painted on a smile and tried to fake it until they made it.

there was no point in denying it. you were upset. while you hadn't spent much time around the number one fatui harbinger, you knew he was a respectable man. you'd heard nothing but nice things about him, yet that didn't help your feelings regarding your reassignment. while many people within la signora's faction wished they worked for the captain, you didn't. in fact you were more than just upset, you were angry.

you were angry that she was now gone– murdered because of an outlander. you were mad because you weren't given enough time to grieve the loss of someone you looked up to. half a day. half a day was all you had to not only mourn the loss of her, but to also adjust to your new squadron. you had lost more than just a leader. you had lost someone you had seen as a mentor– dare say a familial figure.

it was no secret you had been taken off the streets by the leader of the harbingers. you were a sickly kid, abandoned thousands of miles from home in the bitter cold of snezhnaya. when pierro found you, you were nearly frostbitten. a few minutes later and you would have been dead. you grew up within the palace walls, walking it enough times to remember every name for every face you saw. even with an illness plaguing you, you insisted and trained to one day join the ranks.

it wasn't until you defied the man who raised you and got your hands on a delusion that you were able to do what you had your heart set to. it was no thanks to dottore, who was more than willing to help you– at a cost– that you had even gotten the chance to know signora.

"i was placed with signora as punishment for stealing a delusion," you found yourself saying, staring at nothing in particular as you thought back to it. "did you know half the diplomats we have placed in mondstadt wished they were under your command? i was not one of them."

he remained silent, the way you paused telling him you still had more to say. your next breath was ragged, the will to remain strong cracking as you inhaled. you almost croaked out, "she was more than my superior. she was a nurturing touch i had lacked my entire life. she was a mentor, a friend. yet, not even a full day to mourn her? of course i'm upset."

"very few had the honor of seeing lohefalter for her true self," he finally spoke, sitting down beside you. "that means she trusted you, more than anyone under her command."

it was then you looked at him. never had anyone acknowledged signora's thoughts about you. no, they all thought being pierro's ward got you where you were, or even your involvement with dottore. but, it wasn't true. you had worked hard to gain signora's trust, to work up the ranks, to be where you were now. after all, it wasn't your relation to pierro that got you into the meeting. it was being signora's second in command.

"she would not want you to be upset over this. being part of the fatui, especially a high ranking officer, we all accept the possibility of death. and a warrior must not mourn the losses of battle until the war is over."

there was something in his voice that made you freeze. for someone who was supposed to be the strongest harbinger, he was very gentle. his tone was caring, not at all condescending. he recognized your feelings, and instead of invalidating them, explained why it was best there was so little time to grieve in the first place. before you could thank him, he lightly clasped his hand over your shoulder and continued speaking.

"you will not lose your rank within my soldiers. i recognize how harsh lohefalter was. she couldn't be bought or persuaded. action, work ethic, and results is what she admired most," he dropped his hand, turning to look at the giant door you two sat in front of— the door to pierro's office. "i do hope this chat has cured some unease, and that our working relationship from here on will be strong."

he stood, walking toward the room you didn't want to enter just yet. you could have word with pierro once you'd fully calmed down. you watched as his large figure grew smaller, soaking in the last thing he said to you.

i do hope this chat has cured some unease, and that our working relationship from here on will be strong.

a puff of air left your mouth and you shook your head. yeah, you couldn't help but think to yourself. me too.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #capitano x reader #capitano x you #genshin x you #genshin impact x you

[melanatedkink]

It Was An Accident, I Swear!

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Warnings: Piss kink, public masturbation, kink confession, slight angst?, aftercare

You. Were. Mortified. The morning hours couldn't seem to move slow enough. Normally coming home after work would be the highlight of your day, and it still would be. That is if last night never happened.

Both of you had agreed to free use during the night, as early on the in relationship, sex was difficult to get into between two awkward people. You were well aware of your own kinks and fantasies, however, relaying them was another hurdle entirely. So, when Shoto brought it up one night during a spicy cuddle session, you nearly leapt at the opportunity. If you were asleep, you wouldn't have to worry about doing anything wrong. And if he was asleep, you could let your brain run wild.

This agreement led straight into last night, waking up to delicious pressure in your lower regions. Shoto was hard at work, marking your neck with a beautiful bruise as his left arm teased apart your legs. Still half asleep, you easily relaxed in his hold. He was so warm, and you were so comfortable you didn't realize what was happening until it happened.

"Did you just pee on me?"

He separated from your back, the cold, snapping you right back into reality. You wrenched yourself to the edge of your side of the bed, only to be met with a dark patch where you were laying.

The rest of the night panned out in a blur. You think he was comforting you, whilst changing the sheets, but you weren't really on this planet anymore. All you wanted was to disappear forever, knowing that what was running through your mind, (what always runs through your mind) was the real plague. See, whether alone, or humping his sleeping form, you never seemed to get there without imagining pissing on him. It was one of the kinks you tried your best to hide. And for a while it worked. Shoto was extremely skilled in getting you there, overwhelming you with pleasure so your mind couldn't wander far. Yet, on nights when his missions lasted weeks on end, that dominant kink festered like an unhealed wound.

Your lunch break mercifully rolled around allowing you time to get away from your desk. Your arms were high above your head in a deep stretch when a knock sounded.

"Come in,"

The door cracked open, revealing your two toned husband shaking his head with a smile. You popped out of your seat as he made his way in.

"Accepting guests while on break, darling? How are you gonna rest?"

"Shoto! I- what are you..."

He set a bag of food on the desk, while pressing a kiss to your cheek. It took everything within you not to flinch when you felt his breath caress your face.

"I wanted to check up on you," He admitted, training his worried gaze on you," You seemed quiet this morning. And you left without a kiss or anything. I even made your bento but you'd left before I could give it to you. I... are you mad at me?"

Seeing him blame himself twisted your anxiety into guilt. If only you never had this kink in the first place. Then it really could just be a misunderstanding. It seemed that fate just wasn't letting it fly anymore. After months of holding it in, spending nights getting off to vivid images, and now this...

You straightened, holding your fingers to avoid his eyes.

"I'm not mad at you... but it's much more than embarrassment,"

His brows furrowed as he anticipated your confession.

You sucked in a breath and began," Look I... the reason I agreed to somno was because of this fantasy I have. And...last night was that fantasy,"

His eyes widened as he processed the words hanging in the air. All you could do was stare at the ground. So engrossed in your thoughts you hadn't realized he'd left til the door clicked shut. Tears pricked your eyes. Of course he'd leave. How else would someone react to their lover admitting to getting off from pissing on them? It's vile. It's taboo. It's-

"Y/N?"

You jolted, catching Shoto rushing back in your office with disinfectant and a roll of paper towels.

"I- what are you...?" You sputtered.

His wild gaze honed in on you as he closed in the space.

"This office is sound proof right?" He asked, ghosting a thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded.

"Good, cause I want you loud,"

~

Knees wobbled uncontrollably under Shoto's ministrations. He had you against the wall behind your desk holding onto his shoulders as he sucked bruises onto your chest. His opposite hand smeared your slick all over your nether regions, the sounds egging you on.

"Tell me baby, how does that fantasy of yours go down?" He husked.

"A-ah fuck Shoto~" you whined.

He switched to entering with two fingers, coaxing a flurry of moans from you.

"Come on baby. Tell Shoto how you defile him. Tell him how it makes you feel,"

He was nearly growling out his commands as he kissed over your tummy.

"I-I ah it makes me f-feel dirty. It makes me -fuck- go crazy when I think of doing it,"

By now, his lips were pressed against your hip bone. He smirked up at your quivering form.

"Would you like to do it on my face? Would that feel good babe?"

Just as he said those words, he curled his fingers, forcing a squeal out of you. The pressure mixed with a heavy feeling in your bladder. You hadn't gone since you clocked in, too engrossed in work to notice. Though, as Shoto's tongue inched dangerously close to your core, it was impossible to ignore.

"Fuck! Shoto please~ I'm gonna,"

"Do it," He moaned into the apex of your thigh, "I wanna see you lose your fucking mind,"

Those words were the blade that cut the last shreds of your sanity. Your hips bucked furiously into his hand, causing him to curse under his breath. Moans flooded from you as you let go. He lurched forward, allowing rivulets of waste course over his cheeks. The warm sensation had him crossing his eyes, easily making this the most intense awakening since puberty.

Eventually the stream tapered off, leaving you stumbling toward your chair. Shoto scooped you up and placed you on a patch of paper towels, protecting your soaked sex from the leather. Shoto fell to his knees, parting your legs to continue cleaning your thighs as well as disinfect the wet patch behind your chair. Once he was satisfied, he picked you up once more and placed you on his lap, taking his seat behind your desk. With his head nestled on your chest and the afterglow of orgasm resting in your bones, you almost missed the tell tale twitch under you butt. Almost.

"Baby? You need some help?" You whispered.

He slowly pulled his head from you, gazing at you so softly that his honeyed words completely shook you to your core.

"Mind if I return the favor?"

#mha todoroki #mha shoto #shoto x y/n #mha #drabble #melanatedkink #tw: piss #tw piss kink

[tvrningout-archived]

Give me anything with Kaigaku and Nicolette!! His thoughts on her in general. His possible fear of her death. The evolution of their relationship through affectionate touch. Him feeding on her. ANYTHING

@violetueur | ask me about my muses!

while i prepare to go off about these two, pls look at kai's lil fangs! they're very cute and he's very cute and i think we all need to acknowledge this for a sec

i'm so sure that at the beginning of their friendship, kaigaku thought nicolette was annoying bc he's him and unfortunately can't stand very many people asdfg but now traits he found annoying he admires -- like her persistence ( which translates into her refusal to give up on someone even if they've given her plenty reason to drop them like a sack of potatoes ) and how hard it is to properly deter her.

now kaigaku thinks she's annoying but in an endearing way <3 does he get all embarrassed and prickly when she wants to be verbally/physically affectionate to push his buttons? yup, but he can't say he 100% hates it! does he get mad when she endangers herself for his sake? yep, but just bc he doesn't want her to get hurt vs. feeling like she thinks he can't take care of himself!

listen i just love thinking about how far they must've come since day one of knowing each other :' )))

btw if nicolette dies, kaigaku will 100% blame himself for not being there, not being strong enough, etc. he won't care what the circumstances are -- in some way, it's gonna be his fault in his head. i don't think it's something he allows himself to think of while idle ( or at least tries not to ), but it's definitely something he worries about every time they get into a serious fight. he's always got half a mind to tell her to run away.

ALSO the infinity castle arc...... they better go into that fortress together and nicolette better be prepared to have kaigaku be on edge bc he's so so scared what might happen to her ;;;; like for the first time in a long while, whatever fear he might feel for his own life is just! not even there bc he's too busy worrying over her!

as for the affectionate touch AHHH alright i'm just soft thinking about it bc kai isn't very physically affectionate, but the fact that nico is changes that a lil! kai can't bring himself to be casually affectionate even as time goes on bc he feels so awkward, unnatural compared to nicolette; he always initiates touch bc of some larger reason, such as grounding nico after an intense fight or seeking comfort when his mistakes start to plague his mind. in those moments, he doesn't second guess it. he lays his head on her shoulder, grabs her hand, etc. and it just feels right :' )

that's another thing to note -- he always goes for small touches vs. going for a hug, and i think that's just bc he's not naturally affectionate physically, so he goes for more subtle gestures.

you know i always let myself forget that nicolette lets kaigaku feed on her to control his hunger and every time i remember i scream bc kai must feel so icky and guilty about it for the longest time : ((( especially bc at the beginning, he surely loses himself at least once, probably when he's pushed himself for too long without eating, and he gets furious with himself for hurting/almost hurting her.

i imagine that at some point, kaigaku requests that they get bottles or flasks or something bc he doesn't want to feed from nico directly if there's even a chance he could lose control. he just wants her to be safe ;;;;;

tbh i think about how nicolette is kind of the one person keeping kaigaku going and helping him grow in our lil au and how i dunno how he'd handle her death. like he came back to the corps bc she fought for him. she's the one who accepts him despite everything, who cares for him when he feels so alone, so what happens if he loses her?

on a lighter note, pls imagine kai growling inside his box bc nicolette said something he dislikes and the person she's talking to goes " what's that?? " and she says " oh it's just my cat! he gets grumpy if i don't give him attention <3 " and kai is just very silently fuming asdfgh

#violetueur #you get a read more bc i wrote so much asdfgh #listen i love them so much sarah alright these two own my heart :' ))))))) #thank you for letting me ramble on about them for a while!!!

[habla-memoria]

Easy Vegan Carrot Cake Recipe

I've been vegan for almost 2 years now. If someone were to ask me why I went vegan, the response I have stored in my brain is "for the animals". It's obviously more complicated than that--the environment is another big factor. But what pushed me into this ideology wasn't methane emissions or deliberate deforestation, it was a video, a short video of a pig inside a truck sticking his nose out and smelling the cool morning air. The description of the video read something like "Pig experiencing the outside of his pen for the first time before being taken to the slaughterhouse."

It wasn't the footage of the actual slaughter, nor the brutally cramped conditions of his pen, that horrified me. It was the thought of those five minutes of joy that this pig got to experience in his entire life that shook me. I never needed to watch Dominion or Earthlings. This recipe calls for one and a half cups of brown sugar, but I find 3/4 cup of regular sugar to be better, as too much sugar obscures the flavor of the other ingredients.

Carrot cake is my favorite dessert, as it gives you the impression that you're eating healthy despite the very apparent reality that you're just eating cake. It's only been a couple years, as I said earlier, but I feel like I've already given up on convincing other people. It's hard to continue trying to even suggest veganism to someone when phrases like "animals belong on my plate" or "I'm gonna have an extra serving of bacon for you today" keep bouncing back at me. Not to mention the several cascading scenarios which all spell doom for the earth, the scorching crops, the lack of water, the forever plagues which are almost always caused by animal exploitation, the tiny particles filling up our lungs and giving babies cancer from the womb. Speaking of, I would only use one and a half carrot, as produce these days is filled with microplastics. These things won't be stopped by my regime of chickpeas and tofu, I know that now. I may be saving a handful of animals' lives, in the realm of abstraction, but my eating and shopping habits won't convince any CEOs to stop violating the earth. Some of them will start selling almond milk in addition to cow milk. Others will sell lentil burgers next to the cold cuts section. That's about it.

Sometimes I look at my nephew, he's 3 years old, and I think "what is going to happen to you? How am I gonna help you in the coming... years? Months? Weeks? When will we run out of water to put in your little blue cup? Please laugh now, don't save a single smile for tomorrow, please do it now." It's 32c in the Arctic. Storms of arsenic dust are on the brink of raging. Millions are being displaced as I type this delicious recipe that will leave you full of carroty goodness. For years I imagined how life on earth would end, mistakenly thinking we would all go together in a massive global panic, but now I see that the end will protract itself for years and those of us left alive will start wondering when it will hit us, or feeling relieved that it hasn't hit us, and then it does, and maybe we'll have enough time to know that this desert surrounding our puddle just moved a few inches in our direction. This desert that has no idea that we feel pain and loss and is not supposed to. Actually, I'm very much sure that we'll have just enough time to suffer that thought.

So I will sit here and have my black beans and turmeric rice and the arid winds of the desert will blow through my brain, and maybe I'll take some of that free sample of klonopin I found laying on the street last week, which will either calm me down or make me more suicidal (70/30 odds from what I read) and go sit on my porch and look at my cats play and my breathing will be heavy and fast, but I'll feel relieved that my neighborhood doesn't have many tall buildings and my oven runs on electricity and not gas. If you also have an electric oven, I would recommend leaving the cake in for an extra 20 minutes, just make sure to check on it periodically and doing the toothpick test.

Vegan Carrot Cake

Prep time: 30 minutes

Cook time: 30~ minutes

Servings: 10

Calories: 673kcal

Ingredients

- 2 cups All Purpose flour

- 1 tsp baking powder

- 1 tsp baking soda

- 1/2 tsp salt

- 2 tsp cinnamon

- 1 tsp nutmeg

- 1 1/2 cups light brown sugar or 3/4 granulated sugar

- 2 medium sized grated carrots

- 2 flax eggs (2 tbsp ground flaxseed meal with 6 tbsp water)

- 1/2 cup canola oil or vegetable oil

- 1 tsp vanilla extract

- 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar

- 1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)

Instructions

- Preheat the oven to 350f (180c). Spray two 7-inch cake pans or two 8-inch cake pans with non-stick spray and line the bottoms with circles of parchment paper.

- Sift the all purpose flour into a mixing bowl and add the baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg. Mix together.

- Add the sugar and grated carrot to the mixing bowl.

- Prepare your flax eggs by adding 2 tablespoons of ground flaxseed meal to a bowl with 6 tablespoons of hot water. Let it sit for a minute to become gloopy.

- Add the flax eggs, oil, vanilla extract, apple cider vinegar and chopped walnuts to the mixing bowl.

- Mix everything together. If it seems like it won't come together and the mix is too dry then step away from the bowl for a couple of minutes and then come back to it. The carrots will have released more moisture into the batter allowing it to come together into a thick batter.

- Divide the batter evenly between the two prepared cake pans.

- Bake for 30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center of one of the cakes comes out clean.

- Allow the cakes to cool in the pans for a few minutes before transferring them to a wire cooling rack to cool completely.

Notes

- Make sure to grate the carrots yourself. If you buy pre-grated carrots you will find that they're already dried, and you need the humidity of fresh carrot for the mix.

- For a gluten free option, simply switch the all purpose flour for gluten free flour

- The recipe adapts to 12-18 cupcakes depending on how full you make the cupcake liners.

- The walnuts are entirely optional but I find that they add so much to the texture, it makes the cake much more enjoyable.

- The cake can hold up to a week in the fridge and 0 months in the freezer.

[killapunk]

refuse to spend today pissed off so im honest to god gonna mind my business and have a good time at the show

#But I have no patience this year #It's 7:30 am and I'm already awake #I have no drive to create bc nothing inspires me much #The best I can do is create cursed content that I find fun but leaves me wondering #Why it's the only thing that can elicit a response of any kind from me #And half the time I'm plagued with like the thought that one day someone's gonna go apeshit at me #And not knowing who or when it'll be has me on edge #It's been fun for the most part but like. Idk #Kinda wanna disappear and reinvent myself again

[starlightxsvt]

3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

-

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

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[corpsebasil]

Easily Replaced | part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Kaz Rietveld didn't need a reason.

You knew this, of course, as you always had, but it was most clear the day you, Jordie, and Kaz stepped foot into Ketterdam. The two brothers were, as long as you’d known them, ambitious. Ketterdam would fuel that ambition.

"For you, Sankta." Jordie Rietveld laughed, and covered your eyes with his hands.

He was thirteen—much too old for you, as you were only eight, and though you were teased back in southern Kerch for hanging around with him so much Jordie was something like a brother to you. Your own parents were gone—your mother a woman who died too young and your father a mystery.

"I thought you were getting me food." Kaz scoffed, plucking the wrapped omelette out of your hands before you even had a moment to see it.

"Kaz!" You shrieked as you tore out of Jordie's grasp, lunging for the food, but Kaz simply laughed in return, looping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you along, sharing the omelette between them.

The omelette stands in Ketterdam were Kaz and your favorites.

"(Y/N), wait." Jordie called and you paused, turning to glance over at him. His expression was wide and happy—the happiest he'd been in a long time, since he and Kaz's father had died. "Welcome home." He said, and you smiled.

"WAIT!" You yelped, lurching into sitting position so fast your head spun.

He was there, you thought, still blinking away the image of Jordie from behind your eyes.

Your heart raced and your eyes stung as you stood, scanning the streets several stories below you. You’d fallen asleep on the window pane after sneaking into your room at the Slat—if Kaz wanted you gone that night, you’d be gone by morning just to spite him. If only so you had more time to snoop around.

You weren’t expecting the dreams again.

You wiped your hands over your face and sighed, blinking away the remnants of sleep and forcing Jordie to the back of your mind. Jordie Rietveld would always stay in the very back of your mind, in the dregs; you’d think about him only during your last breath, and wouldn't let yourself do it one moment before then.

You crept out of your room and glanced around its interior once more, hefting your satchel over your shoulder. You’d miss this place—you’d miss Ketterdam, but if leaving helped keep certain memories at bay and kept a certain someone from bashing your head in it was worth the risk.

Your feet were silent when you finally dropped to the streets outside and ran, taking back-ally's and fire-escapes and rooftops as you traveled across Ketterdam on a route few knew. Your mask was pulled up and your hood rippled behind you, your shape merely a black speck against the moonless sky.

When you reached the Crow Club you ducked the guards and snuck through a window at the top. If there was anything to be known about the heist for one million kruge the Dregs had been murmuring about, Kaz would know about it. And if you were anything you were vengeful, and you’d get that prize to earn your freedom or you’d die trying.

"The Orchid isn't Dime Lions turf." Kaz's rock salt voice reached you and you paused, one foot sinking into the plush carpet of your old friend's office.

"Well, it's a new acquisition." Another voice purred, and your blood ran cold.

You knew that voice.

That voice had haunted you for years.

"You heard it here first." The voice continued, and you dropped into a crouch, tugging your hood over your head as you crept towards the office.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Kaz was being held on his knees by a nondescript man with a sneer on his face while Pekka, Pekka Rollins, clutched Kaz's cane like he owned it. Your stomach rolled as you took in Pekka's face and you barely stopped yourself from gagging.

It was him.

It was the man who killed Jordie.

"Now, I know you saw Dreesen," Pekka continued, oblivious to the assassin hardly ten feet away who was contemplating his inevitable death. "You got the jump on whatever job he has. I don't know the details...obviously, just that you have a little travel hazard ahead of you. So. Here's the deal: you can do nothing—walk away from it. I'll tell Dreesen I'm taking over for you." He paused, a cruel smile on his face. "Then we're even."

"Not even close—" Kaz began, and you tensed. You knew the man holding him, touching him, was causing him agony.

You had to stop it. You had decided long ago that Pekka Rollins' death would be slow. You could make it last for hours—could make blades sing until he was nothing left but a scrap on a table, but something fast might have to do.

"The other option is..." Pekka began, leaning forward to press the beak of Kaz's cane against his jugular, and you lunged. "I'll cave your head in with your own—"

"Let go of him." You snarled and, quick as an asp, had one of your many blades nestled dangerously against Pekka's throat.

Kaz let out a sharp breath and tensed as the man holding him pulled out a gun, pressing it to his temple to balance the odds.

"Sankta Riipka," Pekka mused, seemingly unaffected by the knife against his neck. "it's nice to finally make your aqu—"

"Shut up, pig." You spat and dug the blade in deeper, your eyes snapping up to the man next to Kaz. You felt steel against your head and froze—

—you’d forgotten about the other member of Pekka's trio.

"By the time you kill me," Pekka began, oozing calm that made to your blood boil, "my friend here will shoot your friend. And then you." He made to twist in his chair and you tightened your grip, stilling him. You knew you were drawing blood. "You ought to make the wise decision here, Riipka."

"Let him go." You repeated, heart pounding violently, refusing to look at Kaz even as you felt the gun against the back of your head push harder. "Let him go or I swear on all Saints I'll slit your throat right here."

The room was quiet for several beats before the man holding Kaz shoved him, knocking your friend—was he your friend?—to the floor. You made no move to remove the knife—your chest was tight and your breathing uneven. Jordie's face was flashing behind your eyes and this moment, this moment, killing Pekka, was what you had been waiting for.

You could do it.

Why couldn't you do it?

You could—

"Stop." Kaz breathed and you froze, meeting his stare. His face was serious but his eyes—they were filled with pain. "Just stop."

"You should listen to Mr. Brekker." Pekka crooned and your gritted your teeth, biting back a snarl as you removed the knife and swung, knocking the gun out of the man behind you’s hands.

     He threw his arms up and froze but Pekka simply laughed, eyeing you like you were a monkey at a circus. You felt small and, for the first time in a long time, like you were eight years old again, sweating with a burning illness and being sheltered by a widow who had no kids of her own.

     You felt like you were eight years old, managing to survive the plague and stumbling down to the docks, half-drunk with a barely broken fever and finding Kaz laying drenched in sea-water on a dock, screaming at you in agony.

It was Pekka's fault.

It was all his—

"No one has to die today, Riipka," Pekka smirked at whatever he saw in your eyes and brushed past, chuckling to his accomplices as they left the office and slammed the door behind them.

The room was silent for several moments before you turned, watching Kaz as he stared at the floor, making no move to stand.

"Let me help you—" you began, reaching out to offer a gloved hand but he jolted, deer-in-headlight-eyes flashing to yours.

"Don't touch me." He snapped, face flushing, and the knot in your throat threatened to burst.

     He pushed himself awkwardly to his feet and scrambled for his cane, one hand absently on his leg as he winced. It was terrible to watch—he was strong all the time, and so serious but this...

...this was him broken. And you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing it.

"I should've killed him," you started over, hands trembling as you resisted the urge to reach out to him. You didn't know if you wanted to help or if you just wanted, needed, his touch. "I should've—"

"You should've been gone by now." He swallowed roughly as his cane hit the floor with a thud, eyes snapping back to yours. "I had it handled. We all could've died tonight because of—"

"Don't you dare blame me for—"

"Well if you had just left when I asked—"

"I'm not leaving you!" You shrieked, yanking off your mask and hood so that you could breathe better. "You can boss me around and yell at me and treat me like Jordie was my fault all you want but—"

"I don't think that," he interrupted, his face stricken as he stared at you. "Saints, (Y/N)." You were silent for a moment, both breathing heavily, before he shook his head and turned away. "If you're not going to leave me alone, at least leave the Club. I can't—" he paused, sighing exasperatedly. "I can't deal with this tonight."

     Without waiting for a reply he strode out the door and shut it, locking it behind him so you’d have to leave out the window. You waited for several moments until you were sure he was gone, strode over to the spare couch around the corner and screamed into the pillow until your throat hurt.

@iamnoobmaster69 @emil7y @balmasedas @euphoniumpets @subjecta13-thefangirl @itisroe @thefandomplace @ambrosia-v-black @i-padfoot-things @kaitlyn2907

hiii sorry I know this one was kinda angsty but it’s gonna spice up soon HA

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #wattpad #shadow and bone #six of crows #angst #Ketterdam #kanej #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #freddy carter #Jordie Rietveld

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The M6 in the Hogwarts Houses? Slytherin, Ravenclaw, etc. But of course if you have watched or read the books/movies and know about the houses- sorry for bothering you and have a good day :’)

oh no!! you haven't bothered me at all love! I'm a huge harry potter fan (we ignore JK Rowling) so I know exactly what you're talking about!!

also this does contain some spoilers so if you haven't completed their upright ends I would skip this post <3

Asra

I feel like they'd be either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

Ravenclaw because they're thoughtful, and they know so much.

Even though they know so much he goes through the effort to learn more.

he shows wit from how quickly and cleanly he thinks. and also funny ways, I mean? replacing blood with pomegranate juice?

Hufflepuff because he's hardworking and patient, they show they've been loyal to the mc even after their death.

Even then they stay by the mc's side even if they choose someone other than him.

He's patient, he's shown that from literally biding their time to both raise mc from the dead and teach them everything all over again

final decision, would probably be Ravenclaw, they're much more similar to more of those traits.

Julian

HUFFLEPUFF!

No other correct answer in my book

He's loyal to his family and the mc, to the point he gets himself into trouble trying to keep them safe and happy.

You see his hard work from how he worked during the plague and how he changed with the mc in-game.

he is iffy in the justice department at first, but he does end up pretty okay at the end with justice.

patience is something you'd need to have if you traveled everywhere and then came back to Vesuvia for answers yes?

Julian is a Hufflepuff and no one can change my mind <3

Nadia

Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.

she's smart and always researching. Practically the definition of Ravenclaw!

she's got the wit too, thinking ever more clever than Asra would.

Shown by outsmarting half the courtiers and her ex-husband

But she also showed that she's extremely brave, even if she's scared of what's to come, shown when she's faced with Lucio's return to Vesuvia

Nadia obviously has nerve, she hunted Lucio in that forest and then went and broke down both him and his courtiers

She's very much close to the Gryffindor definition too.

girl is like 50/50 and I'm gonna say Ravenclaw as a final decision but it could go either way

Muriel

he's a Gryffindor

the Neville of the group if you will

he's much more reserved and embarrassed than any of the others.

but that's what makes him even braver, a big quality of a Gryffindor.

He shows that he's brave, often taking risks that could get him killed in his upright route

he's obviously got nerve! he walks right up to the devil count and woops him in a game contest! the count that basically held him, hostage, nonetheless!

would make a better farmer than a knight though- he still does have some of those traits.

Portia

she's a tough decision, but I'd say Hufflepuff like her brother

Hufflepuff because no matter what she does, she's loyal, even when that loyalty pulls at her from both ends ( from her brother and the countess) she finds a way to keep both sides

She's very with Justice ( unlike her brother ) and tries to convince both Julian and Nadia that you shouldn't hang an innocent man. The only reason they go through with it is because of Julian's plan/idiocy

she's plenty patient, she deals with snobby nobles and the courtiers all day, could you?

hard work? girl runs her own garden and keeps the palace in check, even when it gets completely torn apart in her upright ending! evidence? Every single servant and citizen/noble in that palace listens to her orders in that crisis

Lucio

hear me out, Slytherin OR Gryffindor.

yes he's cunning, and a leader (in the battle sense)

he is resourceful, getting out of sticky situations that while he did get himself into, he wiggles out of them.

he's done anything to get his way in the past as well, something Slytherins are known to do!

BUT he's also brave and almost as good as a knight would be, especially once the mc straightens him out

Lucio would most likely be a Gryffindor that would've been on the same path Peter Pettigrew was, but the mc just- yoinked him back to start

also he seems to really like red and gold so, Gryffindor is basically canon guys-

#the count #the arcana x reader #asra alnazar #the arcana game #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana imagines #the arcana lucio #the arcana main 6 #count lucio #lucio x reader #lucio x mc #muriel #asra #portia #the arcana game nadia #nadia satrivana #nadia route #julian #lucio #headcannons #headcanon #hogwarts houses

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[final] out of my league | k.sm fic

➼ genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers (sorta) ➼ warnings: major themes of bullying, suggestiveness ➼ disclaimer: this does not reflect the real life personalities of the Stray Kids members that will appear in this fic ➼ word count: 4.3k ➼ pairing: popular girl!reader x nerd!seungmin ➼ setting: first year college

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You have a plan.

It was finally time to face your past after realizing that you can't just move on and bury it like dirt. You didn't even know why you thought you could get away with such a thing.

But as you stand in front of the Kim household, your feet felt planted on the concrete, unable to move from your spot. Your finger retreating back and forth from trying to ring the doorbell and then just backing away in fear.

With the help of Jisung, you were able to track down their address (definitely not creepy at all), and you drove two hours back to your hometown so you could ask for forgiveness to the girl that you had hurt.

You bought flowers and gifts, though you knew that these were all empty materialistic things that wouldn't offset the horrible thing that you did.

Nonetheless, you put on a brave face as you rung the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door. You knew the Seungmin was still in university, Jisung said so.

What if their parents open the door? Do they know about me? Would they chase me away?

Worries plagued your thoughts but they all dissipated once you saw a familiar face greet you by the door. Although new worries sprung up once you saw her crestfallen face at the sight of you.

"Oh..."

"H-hi." You awkwardly greeted, not knowing what to say as you looked at everywhere but her dead eyes. "Ummm... I got you these..."

She slightly nodded at you as she received the gifts you had bought, putting it down on a nearby desk before turning back at you at the door.

"Can I help you?" Yuna asked, trying to be brave but one could easily tell that she's a bit apprehensive in this whole situation.

"I wanted to apologize for all of the things I've done to you in the past. I know that I can keep giving you these gifts but none of them will ever fill the hole that I left in your heart. There's no excuse for my behavior, I was jealous and intimidated by you because you were such an amazing girl and seeing you in school made me realize that being popular was the only thing I had going on for me. I wasn't kind nor was I smart nor talented. I felt threatened that you would outshine me one day.." You said and you see her just watch you speak. Biting your cheek, you realized something in the back of your head.

The reason why you didn't like Felix as much was because he reminded you of Yuna. Bright, cheerful, extremely kind, and talented. You figured you owed two people an apology today.

You heard her sigh and you finally picked up the courage to look her in the eye. She seemed dejected, like she just gave up on who she was years ago. "I-I don't know if I can forgive you."

You sucked in a breath but nodded, "I know, I understand and your feelings are totally valid. I'm not doing this for me I'm—"

"—Doing this because of my brother."

You stopped in your tracks.

"Am I right?" She half-heartedly laughed and you mustered the best denial you could do.

"N-no— I mean, that's part of it? But not in the way that you think— It's just that I know I'm a horrible person, there's no denying that but you guys are not. And realizing the damage that I've done, I wanted to make it right, not for me, but for the both of you— because you guys don't deserve that, you don't deserve the things I've put you through. I know it's not gonna be an overnight fix but I'm prepared to come back here everyday just to ask for your forgiveness."

"You don't need to do that. I just— I appreciate this all, really, I do. But umm, I'd much prefer it if you guys just left me alone. I personally don't want to be reminded of this whole situation anymore."

You nodded, though feeling dejected, you know that you should follow her words. But that doesn't mean you're giving up.

Just because you can't show your face here anymore doesn't mean that there's nothing you could do to show remorse.

You just need another plan. But first, to someone who you also owe an apology too.

"I'm really glad you took up my offer, y/n. I hope you're not too tired from the drive?" Felix sat in front of you, two cups of coffee on your table as you both basked in silence at a quaint coffee shop near your university.

When you had gotten back from Seungmin's house, you figured you didn't want to lost the momentum so you immediately called Felix over to meet you.

"No, no, I'm good." You answered him, biting your lip as you tried to figure out how to tell him what's been bothering you.

A gentle hand being placed on top of yours pulled you out of your thoughts, making you look up at Felix's soft eyes that seems to be cradling you with his warm gaze. "What's wrong, y/n?"

"Ummm.."

"You don't have to be nervous. I know you didn't call me here for the date that I asked you out on, yes?" He said, your eyes widened at his perceptiveness, making a mental note that nothing gets past Lee Felix.

"I-I'm sorry.."

"You don't have to apologize for not liking me back, y/n—"

"No! It's not that, I mean... I'm currently not in the mental state to worry about that but that's not just what I'm sorry for. I want you to know how much of a terrible human being I am."

You recounted the days of your past, telling him what kind of person you were back in high school. You told him about Yuna and Seungmin, you told him about how you destroyed a piece of them.

"So that's why you've been down. The thing that happened during the experiment, that's when you found out, right?" You nodded at him as he just drew slow circles at your hand, an action that made you calm down in effect.

"That's why I hated you at first. I thought I was just jealous that you were taking Jisung away from me but today I realized that it's because you remind me so much of Yuna. You're both amazing and being around you makes me realize how shitty I am in comparison."

"Y/n, you're not shitty." He urged you to look at his gentle eyes, holding you with a certain fondness that you don't think you deserve. "I'm not taking Jisung away from you because there's nobody that could replace you. There's so many things great about you and your past shouldn't hold you back from shining as a person. You just need to make things right."

"But I don't know how to do that." You answer back, burying your face in your palm, taking deep breaths as you try to hold back tears from falling.

"It's going to be okay. Best apologies come out of love." Felix said with a certain hint of knowing in his voice. Although you didn't quite get it, you just offered a nod while you wracked your brain as to what he meant.

"Y/n's steps to forgiveness—" Jisung read out the words on your journal, his eyes trailing over the entirety of the page as he read through your plans.

"Think this is gonna work?"

He shrugged, pursing his lips in thought. "Worth a shot, isn't it?"

You nodded vigorously, clenching your teeth in nervousness. "And if they don't like it based on this first step then I could always just stop."

"What about your's and Seungmin's project?"

"It's due in a week but I can just ask for an extension or I don't know, I'll cross that bridge when I get there."

"Typical y/n studying fashion, great to see you haven't changed." He teased and you just smacked him on the arm.

"Hey! The situation is different this time, give me a break, ugh."

You started the gears for your plan, putting it in motion as you scoured the internet for the things you needed.

For the first day, you sent them two tickets to a theatrical show with ballet. You thought about sending a letter but you opted out of it, not wanting to overwhelm Yuna.

For the second day, you sent her a care package of her favorite snacks (as told by Jisung who somehow knows everyone's favorites) as well as a few copies of great literature.

For the third day, you sent them two tickets to a dance competition. You also realize that there always seems to be some sort of event going on, you made a mental note to go to one yourself.

On the fourth day, you receive a knock on your dorm room at eight in the morning, before you could even have the chance to send the next gift.

"Jisung~! It's too early—" You whined as you dragged yourself off the bed, heading towards the assault on your door. Your gut was trying to tell you something but with your early morning daze, you weren't able to pin what it was.

"Jisung, you idiot—"

Ah, that was what's bothering you. Jisung never knocked, he had his own key. This was not Jisung.

"Can you stop harassing my sister?"

Your jaw dropped, seeing Seungmin so early in the morning, hearing the venom drip out of his mouth, you couldn't think of words to say.

"U-umm— does she not like it...?"

"We do not like it. You're not gonna get her forgiveness by flooding her with meaningless gifts."

You sighed, nodding along, you weren't really in the mood to entertain Seungmin. "I'll leave you alone." You said, stifling back a yawn as you closed the door in his face, catching the way his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

You eyed the music festival tickets sitting on your kitchen counter— whelp, you suppose that's going to someone else now.

But you weren't going to give up.

You still had a final hail mary.

Going back to high school was never in your plan, but this was your last ditch effort at making things right. Thankfully, it was already summer vacation for your high school so the only ones at school are faculty members, kids with bad academic standpoints, AND kids with good academic standpoints.

You prayed to some deity that Yuna would be somewhere in between so that you don't get caught in your plans.

Archives, you just needed access to the school archives and you'll be golden.

"Ms. Y/n! Surprised to see you here!" You immediately plastered a bright expression, the stretch of a bright smile painted on your face as you were greeted by your old homeroom teacher.

"Ah, you know, just visiting and also, stuff."

"College treating you right?"

You just nodded, not having time for the pleasantries.

"Well, what can I do for you, y/n? I don't suppose you came here just to check in on some old folks eh?"

You sucked in a breath, hoping you don't get kicked out for what you're going to ask for. "Actually, sir, I do have one favor..."

Once again, you look at the Kim's household in front of you, yet this time you were still inside your car, shifting uncomfortable in the driver's seat as you fiddled with the flash drive with your fingers, nervousness permeating on your veins.

The reason for that? Because you see Seungmin's car in the driveway. You cringed, maybe you were being too harrassing, making him have to drive all the way from university just so he could watch over her.

He's a good brother, you thought, but not exactly what you needed right now. You had to give this file to Yuna and then you'll stop for good.

A knocking on your car window pulled you out of your thoughts and once again, you see the familiar frown on a grumpy face.

"I thought you were going to leave us alone." Seungmin greeted right when you pull your car window down.

"Just one last thing, please? Just give this—"

"No more gifts."

"It's not a gift, I swear!" You held the flash drive in front of his face.

He eyed the small device suspiciously so you grabbed his hand, forcing it down to his palm.

"Please." You looked up at him, eyes filled with every emotion in the book as you poured all of your feelings into that one word. While you had his attention, you also slipped a letter alongside it before rolling your windows up again, hoping to take advantage of his momentary stun.

"Yah!" When he pulled himself out of his thoughts, it was too late. You were now stepping on the gas, leaving Seungmin alone in front of his house, a flash drive and a letter in his hands.

Now you just hope he won't throw it away in the gutter.

It's the final day of the week, also known as the reckoning— because it was the day before the last day of the school's semester. Students running around the campus to do last minute remedial projects or doing whatever dirty work their professor told them to do for the smallest chance of a grade boost.

Meanwhile you've been staring in front of your laptop for who knows how long now, waiting for some sort of update. With everything that's been going on, you didn't know how to approach Seungmin about the project so you figured you'd just ask for a deadline extension. But no matter how many times you tried to type one out, you just couldn't come up with the correct wording. Batting your eyelashes as you say please doesn't really translate well in text.

One thing could also be possible: Seungmin went behind your back to pass his own project. You remember him saying the very first day that he already wrote something, perhaps he left you out to fend for your own— or perhaps this was one of his ways of punishing you. Because there was no way that you'll be able to whip up a completely new project within the span of less than 48 hours without the proper research.

You shook your head, putting your trust in Seungmin. He wouldn't be so cruel as to—

Your track of thoughts stopped as a new email appeared on your screen— one from Seungmin.

"The project?" You wondered, clicking on the email to find a singular document attached entitled 'cw001' which was the course code for your creative writing class. Professional as ever, Kim Seungmin.

As you opened the word document, you skimmed through the outline of the format, seeing an empty spot on the last page dedicated for your own comprehension of the task.

"So he didn't ditch me after all.." you muttered as you went back to the top of the page, starting to read through the paper.

Your breath stopped as you took in the contents of your project.

Forgiveness. Redemption.

Although it is not a new accomplishment in general, this paper details a specific situation in our lives that we had to face.

It is something that may not be defined as something that brings about intense bliss, to face the hideousness of our pasts, but putting the knot to an end is something that brings peace and contentment— and isn't happiness something that differs from person to person?

You scanned through the entire project, taking in Seungmin's words before bolting out the door, making your way through the streets of the residential area of the campus with one destination in mind.

You sent a silent sorry in your head for Jisung, apologizing for using their dorm key without both of the room owners' consent, especially since Jisung just made you hold on to the extra key in case he loses his own, not so you could barge in without consent. Although your bestfriend personally wouldn't mind it since he does the same to you, he worries about his roommate.

But you've always been an act first apologize later type of person, so when you cracked the door open to their dorm, you took a deep breath as you stepped in. You didn't think Jisung would be out so you just went straight for Seungmin's instead, giving the polite courtesy of a knock before immediately opening it.

A sudden sense of deja vu filled your body as you once again see him preoccupied on his desk, headphones probably on max volume. You felt bad creeping up on him, even more so when he jumped from his seat when he felt your touch.

"For fuck's sake—" he cursed, throwing his headphones off before glaring at you. "What are you doing here?!"

You looked down at him as he adjusted himself back to a comfortable sitting position, trying to distract your eyes from letting the waterworks out, "Y-you forgive me?"

He rolled his eyes, attempting to swivel his chair away from facing you but you held onto the armrest, trying to stop him. But in a moment of weakness, you just ended up being dragged by the motion, accidentally stumbling and falling right on his lap.

"S-sorry—" you were about to stand but an arm being placed on top of your own lap stopped you from doing so.

Your faces were inches apart as you were settled on Seungmin's lap, his other hand going up to gently wipe the tears that you didn't know had escaped.

"You know, when Yuna kept telling me about the girl who ruined her passions, I definitely wasn't expecting a stuttering mess of a clumsy woman."

Your face heated up at the proximity and the feeling of his body so close to yours but you tried your best to focus on his words although your head was already like putty that melted on his touch.

"I-I'm sorry..?" You worded, not entirely sure where he's getting at but you stayed put. You see the ghost of a smirk as you notice the subtle upturn of his lips, you didn't miss the way his face was now just a mere breath away from yours.

"I'm such a bad brother, aren't I?" He mindlessly whispered between your shared breaths, his eyes no longer on your face but on your lips.

You closed your eyes in anticipation, feeling the ghost of a touch invading your senses.

"Seungmiiiin?" One moment you were enveloped by his warmth and then now you find yourself smack dab on the cold floor, the shock even stopping you from reacting as you see Yuna like a deer in the headlights standing on Seungmin's door. "Oh... did I interrupt something?"

"No!" Both you and Seungmin said in unison, sparing a glance at each other before you picked yourself up from the floor.

"I should probably go—"

"You can stay.." Yuna said, but she kept her eyes on her brother's face, expression unreadable.

"What are you doing here, Yuna." The girl rolled her eyes at her brother's strict tone.

"I had Jisung drive me up here secretly so I could see you both!" She greeted cheerfully, stepping inside the room as she gave a side hug to her brother. You just stood at the side dumbfoundedly, not knowing how to act in this situation until Yuna turns to you.

"You can stop now."

Your face fell, suddenly being reminded of how Seungmin told you stop harassing Yuna. Did she drive all the way up here to say the same thing to you?

"I forgive you—"

Your eyes widened in surprise, about to say something but she continued.

"—kinda. Well, it'll take a while but I don't hate you as much anymore."

You let her continue speaking.

"But I know what you were trying to do. Trying to make me see what I casted away, trying to get me to open up to my passions. At first, I was still closed off about it but when you sent me the files of documentations of my old activities, it was really eye opening. Getting to see my old self back in high school. Hell, I didn't even know that most of those got filmed and saved but I'm happy that it did. The letter as well— you somehow got the teachers to comment what they thought about me. Seeing them compliment me but then wonder what had happened, I suppose it made me realize that I shouldn't've lost myself because of one person."

You just nodded, listening to her solemnly.

"But I'm trying to be okay now, and I don't think you should let me get in the way of whatever is happening here. I don't think you're a bad brother at all, Seungmin. You can't help who you like." You have to admit, you weren't able to catch the last sentence but you did see her nudge Seungmin with her foot, her older brother just swatting it away as he tried to cover the small pink from his cheeks.

"She timed that entrance, by the way! The little devil!" You hear Jisung's voice as he peeked his head through the door.

You see Seungmin's expression morph into shock at her sister's mischief. "Okay, that's it, I'm driving you home."

"But I wanted to see the university—"

"Nope, we're going."

Seungmin pushed Yuna and Jisung out of his room before grabbing a few keys, sparing you a glance. "I may have lied about her not liking the gifts." He said before leaving you on your toes.

You watch the siblings scuffle their way out of the dorm and you were just left there dazed until Jisung pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Dude, you good?" You nodded absentmindedly.

"I have no idea what just happened." You confessed.

"Me neither, but it seems like things are looking good, yeah?"

"Hopefully..."

You left their dorm with peace in your heart although paired with a certain confusion. You didn't want to act daft but you didn't want to jump to conclusions either. Perhaps everything was just a weird case of coincidences, there was no way that Kim Seungmin was just about to kiss you, right?

You laughed it off as you settled yourself back to your desk, finishing the last bits of your paper before submitting it to your professor.

You hadn't noticed the ache on your shoulders from leaning down on your laptop for so long, the act of typing always making you tune out the world until a set of knocks made you sit upright in shock.

"It couldn't be....?" You muttered as your mind immediately thought of Seungmin.

You opened your door, greeted by the sight of your landlady.

"Sorry to bother your evening, y/n, just wanted to deliver this month's bill—"

"Oh, of course!" You took the bill from her hands, bowing politely, waiting for her to walk away before you closed the door.

You laughed at yourself for even thinking that it could be Seungmin but you waved it off as you heard another set of knocks, you weren't even three steps away from the door yet.

"Yes, miss—?" You greeted, expecting your landlady who might've just forgotten to say something. But what you didn't expect was the man who you had been hoping to see.

"Miss..?"

"Oh.. my landlady was just here a couple of seconds ago."

Seungmin's eyebrows shot up in curiosity, "Something wrong with your room?"

"Ah no, she just sent me what I owe." You waved the bill with your hand, following it with his eyes, a knowing smile permeates his face.

"Well, I also came here for that."

You tilted your head in confusion, "My... bill?"

He stepped closer, letting himself in your dorm, almost making you stumble backward but a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist, supporting your figure.

"I believe I owe you something as well."

This time he didn't hesitate to dive down, connecting your lips with his. The kiss was soft and filled with unwavering emotions, making heat travel down your entire body as you melted in his touch. You held onto his arms as he deepened the action, guiding you along his lead.

If you were to look at Seungmin, you definitely wouldn't've expected him to be so good at kissing, but the way he led the movement with such dominance sent tingles down your spine, not even noticing that he had already led you further in your dorm, the door closing shut behind him while you indulged in the softness of his lips, gliding smoothly with yours.

You both broke the kiss for a moment's breath, heaving from the intenseness of the moment as you both just stood with each other on your arms, your eyes staring intently at each other.

"What..?" Ok, maybe you weren't the most coherent person in the world— but you'd rather blame Kim Seungmin for momentarily stealing all of your senses.

He laughed at your disposition, leading you to your couch, finding yourself on his lap once again, but this time, he was the one who led you to it. "You're surprisingly obedient."

You pouted at his teasing, feeling too shy with his boldness. "Well I didn't expect you to be such a ladykiller either."

He shook his head, gently tucking strays of hair behind your ear. "Just to you— I may or may not have had my eyes on you since the start of our first year in uni. Just my luck to find out that you were also the same girl Yuna was talking about."

"I'm sorry."

"We'll get past it. How could I stay mad at you?" He whispered, once again connecting your lips with his as he pulled you in by your neck.

"How are you so good at this?" You worded breathlessly as you both came up for air, feeling your heart almost bursting out of your chest.

"Well, I didn't want to be too out of your league." He shrugged, making you gasp.

"I thought I was out of yours!"

a/n: thank you for staying throughout this entire series! i'm going to be honest and say that i feel like i was a bit overambitious with this one, halfway through i sort of lost the motivation to continue but i just sucked it up and did my best to end it. that being said, i'm not super happy with this one but i'll make up for it with my next seungmin fic. i feel like this might be sent back to the dungeon, idk. but thank you for everyone who took their time to read it, i always appreciate reading feedback so don't be shy to shoot a comment or an anon!

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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Kirishima x reader- Magnum

Smut

Chapter includes: Temp play (cold), blow job, sex in a small Space, slight praise.

After an hour or so in the freezer you were sufficiently cooled down, the hot summers day had gone cold as the sun lowered and you had spent your time teasing kiri. You had also ran out of ice lollies. 

But it was time to get out of the freezer. Because you were surprisingly getting cold, there was only so much your quirk could do especially since you were keeping two people warm, it was more work with the air cooling down. "Can you help me back out?" You asked, flailing your arms over the side of the freezer, It was a little too tall. 

Kiri on the other hand wasn't paying attention. His mind had been wandering for far too long. Popsicles. How dare they make you look so enticing. He couldn't stop the thoughts plaguing his head, and he felt a little guilty thinking such lewd thoughts about you. 

He looked up for a moment, he hadn't realised you were trying to get out the freezer until now when you were in a rather compromising position. You were bent over the side of the freezer your arms dangling and you continued to try to hop over the side. "W-what are you doing?" His face burned red and hot, images getting more vivid the longer he stared. "Trying to get out of this freezer, its getting kinda cold"

Suddenly his confidence grew 3x what it was, he stood up and you sighed thankfully expecting him to help you out. Instead he grabbed your hips pulling you back into the freezer and sat down again "I could warm you up?" He whispered lowly into your ear sending shivers down your spine that you knew weren't from the cold.

"H-how do you plan on that?" Despite your best efforts of sounding alluring it came out a mess. You chewed on your lip, your ragged breaths coming out foggy and your heart hammered in your chest. He shifted you so you were straddling his lap and your face erupted in flames feeling the hard tent in his jeans. How hadn't you noticed that before? It should have been VERY obvious.

He hadn't spoke, he kept his lips clamped shut he tilted your chin up, Your (e/c) eyes met his, the black pupils swallowed the crimson making him look more shark like than ever. He leaned in meeting your soft, warm lips with his icy cold ones. He swiped his tongue (which was even cooler) over your bottom lip asking for entrance and as if under some spell you granted.

Why were his lips so cold? 

You shivered and he pulled away with a grin holding an ice cube between his pointy teeth, it was melting fast and you looked away "where did you even get that? How did I not notice you put that in your mouth?" He shifted, and a bag of ice cubes was propping him up, you had thought the freezer was empty, guess you were wrong but how was he not absolutely frozen. 

Your thoughts didn't seem to matter since he shrugged and pulled you forward locking your lips again, the icy cold cube melting against your tongue, trickling down your throat. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled you deeper under his spell, your hair stood on end, and you had goosebumps all up your arms. He pulled away from your lips and traced kisses down your jaw leaving drops of biting cold water off of his lips on their place. 

"K-kiri what are you doing" you shuddered, his lips travelled further down your neck the ice cube starting to melt rapidly the closer it got to your chest where your fire was stored. It was a strange sensation, the freezing cold felt… good? It was different, very different, but it wasn't at all bad. "Your enjoying this a lot more than i thought you would" he murmured against your neck, he was right about that much You didn't expect this reaction in the slightest!

His shark teeth nibbled along your neck down to your collar bone, occasionally they would accidentally pierce your skin and a pearl of blood would stain the vest he had given you. Hot purple marks littered up your throat and neck, down your shoulders across your chest, competing with the cold kiri was dragging across yor skin. 

"Slow down kiri, i can't be the only one getting attenton" you giggled, so innocent sounding for such a sinful situation. You grinded against him making him groan, the obvious tent in his shorts getting more obvious "is that your quirk at play or are you just happy to see me?" You teased, he rolled his eyes as if he's heard that joke a hundred times before and looks down at you. There's no innocence left in his eyes, they burn with desire and lust while he watches you unbuckle his leather belt and unbutton his constraints.

"No underwear huh? And in shorts too? How brave" you tease when his cock springs out of his shorts, laying flat against his stomach. Your only thoughts are 'Big… Very Big!' Almost on instinct you reach out and wrap your hand around the base of his shaft making him moan out, "i haven't even done anything yet!" You shout, both your faces are bright red and hot, the tips of your ears are burning like someone was holding a lighter to them. Kiri's eyes were squeezed shut as tight as possible, his fists were balled and the bag of ice crunched every time he moved. 

You moved your hand up and down slowly, watching his reddening face intensely. It looked like you were doing everything right, it definitely sounded like you were doing everything right from the tiny grunts escaping his mouth. You picked up your pace drawing a long moan from his throat, and you chuckled "Y-(y/n)" he groaned. Your name sounded so salacious coming from him right now, you weren't sure you could ever fill in another form without hearing kiri in the back of your mind and you wanted desperately to hear more like that. 

You would ignore the heat bubbling in your stomach, your thighs rubbing together for friction, and your now soaked underwear until you could satisfy kiri. You stopped your hand movements eliciting an annoyed growl and you shuffled forward again and sat on your calfs between his thighs. "Kneel" you instructed and he did as he was told. "Y-you don't have to if you don't want to (y/n), we can stop any time just say the word and its done" he said. You grinned contemplating how in the space of an afternoon you went from friends stuck in a freezer to, in a relationship while fucking in the freezer, either way you were glad to have someone so caring now. 

"I know" you grinned. You reached behind him and grabbed an ice cube popping it in your mouth and in an instant it was just cold water sitting on your tongue "just like a popsicle right?" You laughed nervously while kiri laughed genuinely. How in the hell did he find that remotely funny. 

You scooted closer wrapping your hand around the base and wrapped your lips around the head. he let out a high pitched moan, one you would never expect from him and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His nails were scratching at the silver 'walls' of the freezer and his eyes rolled back the red on his cheeks, impossibility dark and his mouth hung open. "C-cold" he said barely above a whisper. 

You bobbed your head up and down using your hand to get what you couldn't fit. Nothing like a popsicle. “Holy shit” he whispered and without thinking gripped your hair pushing you further down his cock without thinking, making you choke and gag. Your waterline filled with tears a few running down your face leaving red trails “s-sorry” he grunted, you hummed accepting his apology the vibrations driving him crazy. 

You drew your head back watching his face for miniscule reactions, his nose twitching, his lip quivering, his hands tugging your hair and knotting it. You hollow your cheeks as you went taking as much as possible in his mouth when his member twitched, you looked up through your eyelashes "it hasn't even been that long" you said, though it was muffled but he could clearly hear what you were saying "shouldn't you be glad, your the one doing it" he rubbed his hands over the purple map of where he'd been and trailed his hands down squeezing your breast and rolling his thumb over your hard nipple. You couldn't argue with his logic so you used your mouth for other purposes setting out an unrelenting pace. He grunted and whispered curses and praises that bounced around the freezer then into your ears. 

"S-shit (y/n) i'm gonna c-cum" he said, his tone sounded almost embarrassed making you chuckle. You pushed your head forward. You were all the way down when he twitched again, this time cumming into your mouth almost making you choke. You pulled off swallowing what you hadn't and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and swollen pink lips. you were both panting heavily and suddenly you were being pushed down against the floor of the freezer with your knees bent so you could fit. 

”aw getting impatient are you” you teased, he growled and pushed another ice cube in your mouth, his substitute for a gag even though it would melt in no time but you took it as a sign to shut up. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and fumbled through pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth then rolled it on. 

”you want to do this right?” he asked, the harsh intensity behind his eyes replaced by softness and his hand rested gently on your cheek where you nuzzled into it ”yes. I want this” you assured him. 

Kiri had never cared for foreplay, it was the part he always skipped when watching porn, if he for some reason was reading fanfiction he would skim over it and go to the good stuff, and now in this situation, you were both far too desperate for him to even think about it. He knew you weren't a virgin, everyone knew you weren't, you wore it like a victory badge (some people do. Don't judge) and though he was upset it wasn't him he could never judge you. but God was he about to make you forget anyone else was your first, he would make you feel so good you would never say their name again.

He sucked on your neck adding to the gallery of hickeys trailing his hands down your stomach and pulling your shorts off. "You ready?" He asked and you nodded pointing to the bag of ice cubes. The cold made your heart race and the more you had the slower they melted. He raised his eyebrows, he hadn't expected you to like the ice as much as you had and he was really enjoying it. 

He dragged the bag over propping it up in the corner and put an ice cube in his mouth, you glared about to get one yourself but the firm "no" from him was enough to make you retract your hand and pray. His icy cold hands held your hips in place and he leaned down kissing you again with his freezing lips drawing a moan from you. "You make such pretty noises (y/n), you should do it more often" he mumbled biting your bottom lip gently. 

You whined desperately and he smirked "okay okay" he lined up with your entrance and pushed in. Your eyes rolled back and you bit back a moan. "Holy fuck" kiri grunted staying in one place "are you okay?" He asked. You nodded rapidly and reached up gripping his shoulder hard. He pulled out and slammed his hips back into you "A-AH KIRI!" You cried digging your nails into his shoulder "you're so gorgeous" he gushed. What a moment to be all sappy. 

He thrust at a relentless pace drawing a moan from you with every movement, You were convinced If you put this on pornhub you would make bank. "Kiri please" you whimpered stretching your arm to the bag of ice that was centimetres out of reach "fine, since you've been so good" he praised and pressed an ice cube against your tongue while his other hand trailed another down your stomach where it melted and dripped off your sides pooling around you. 

"Kiri god im so close please" you begged bucking your hips to meet his. Every time you said his name he went a little more feral and you had officially broke him. He pounded into you at inhuman speed gripping your hips so hard they would definitely bruise and the heat pooling in your stomach reached boiling point. "KIRI!" You screamed arching your back as your orgasm washed over you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream while he thrusted a few more times until he came too. 

You huffed propping yourself up on your elbows and he pulled out. "That was incredible" you panted. You were a shivering mess, your quirk no longer able to heat you up but there was no way you were walking for hours. "Fuck yeah it was" he grinned switching immediately back to his cheery self "sorry i went to hard didn't I" he kissed the top of your head helping you put your shorts back on which was a very hard task for such a cramped space. "No it was amazing" you grinned trying to pick yourself up but to no avail. "Im really tired now though" you giggled. He nodded picking you up like a gentleman and climbed out of the freezer with ease. 

He carried you to your room and swaddled you in blankets to get the heat flowing through you again and snuggled next to you. "Is it to early to say I love you?" He asked "depends, how long have you loved me For?" "Since first year" he admit "then i'd say no" you nuzzled into him feeling your eyes get heavy and fighting to keep them open "then i love you" he wrapped his arms around you protectively even though there was nothing to protect you from "i love you too eijiro." 

And into a peaceful sleep you sank yet your dreams were far from it

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Let's Analyze - Alec in CoFA

So, I’ve been seeing plenty of discourse on two of my mutual’s blogs about this topic… so I thought I’d sit down and write another analysis post about my beloved Alec Lightwood cause people are still giving him shit for a book that came out ten years ago 🤦‍♀️

This is gonna be in two parts, and I'm putting both under the cut:

PART 1 - ALEC’S INSECURITIES 

So, the first part - how Alec’s insecurities drove him to saying stupid things in CoFA

A quick disclaimer - I’m NOT blaming Alec alone for his and Magnus’s break up. What happened was pretty complicated, and the blame cannot be put on one person alone. 

That said, let’s start with Magnus and Alec’s early ‘official’ relationship, in trsom.

These scenes are taken from only the first part of the book, but I’m pretty sure they’re more than enough to get a sense of Alec’s insecurities and all the chinks in their relationship. Throughout the entirety of trsom, we see more bits and pieces of Alec’s insecurities about Magnus’s sexuality, and his past and all the people he might have known - and that’s okay! Insecurities happen, cause brains are stupid like that.

But all of Alec’s insecurities could’ve been laid to rest with a simple conversation. But the conversation never happens. Magnus tends to deflect and change the topic every single time his past is brought up. I understand Magnus’s reasons for hiding his past, of course, but it doesn’t help his relationship with Alec. Magnus hiding a good chunk of his past will inevitably lead to Alec questioning himself - why is he so secretive? Why is he not telling me anything? Does he not trust me? ...and so on.

And when Alec is already feeling insecure in this relationship, this happens - (sorry about the terrible cropping btw)

And then later, while Magnus is talking to Camille,

Now… when people are insecure about something, they get irked at the smallest of things. I’m saying this as an insecure person myself. So now, you've got Alec, who's insecure as fuck, and his vacation with the person he loves got cut short by his ex who refuses to talk to anyone but him, and when they get there, his lover and his lover's ex seem to have obvious chemistry, he gets hit with the reality that his lover has dated several, probably even hundreds of people before him; and he has to leave them alone in a room so they can talk, and then he hears the ex basically just list all his shortcomings - i.e, his mortality, his appearance is compared to some random dead guy (sorry, Will) whom your lover had a crush on, which is just weird, and when you've had enough and open the door, it's to see your lover and his ex, standing close as fuck, and he's! touching! her! face! and! looking! into! her! eyes!

*takes a sip of water* yeahhhh... Alec was straight up having a bad day.

And at this point, a) Alec is still in his first relationship. He didn't get to navigate romance when he was younger, and while there's nothing wrong with that, there weren't exactly cutesy presentations titled 'how to keep your relationships healthy' floating around the internet. Heck, he didn’t know the internet. He didn't know that he had to communicate with Magnus, and it doesn't help that boy avoids conversations about feelings like the plague. And b) at this point, Alec would be facing several negative emotions - insecurity, obviously. Hurt. Helplessness, because of his mortality. Fear, that he might not live up to Magnus’s past lovers. Jealousy at seeing Magnus and Camille so close.

Negative emotions like these often tend to show up as anger or sorrow... and in Alec’s case, that would be anger. Which leads us to THIS- (🙈)

*sighs in second-hand embarrassment*

*drinks more water*

*this is gonna be so hard aksjakak*

So. Alec dealt with his insecurities... by being a mean, mean bitch to Magnus :/

Let's break this scene down, slowly, bit by bit.

First, Alec cuts into a conversation between Magnus and Jordan, when Magnus mentions Woolsey Scott, followed the rest of that particular page. To Alec, he's just a figure from Magnus’s past, and a possible lover, though in Alec’s defense Woolsey Scott WAS Magnus’s lover. This is the first instance that we see in which Alec lashes out at Magnus. It seems like he's trying to make a point to Magnus - "I don't know anything about your past, and so I don't know who you've had romances with, but I want to know." Except he makes his point in the worst way possible and ends up slutshaming Magnus.

The "What's true?" line, in response to Jordan saying "so it's true what they say about warlocks, then?" is pretty obvious. Alec is clearly not liking the idea that this random werewolf might know about warlocks, and in particular, his Warlock boyfriend.

Next... ooh boy... Alec basically snaps and in the next few paragraphs accuses Magnus of wanting to flirt with others which... is not a good look on ya honey 😕. These lines are the ones that get him accused of being biphobic... but is he really? I'm gonna talk about that in part 2.

So, in the first paragraph, where Alec makes the comments about Jordan, I find his choice of words pretty... interesting, seeing as 'messy-haired', 'broad-shouldered' and 'chiseled-good-looks' are all used to describe Alec in the series. Not sure if its relevant, but definitely interesting.

And in the next one, where Alec says, "or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren't into?" The 'apparently' makes me curious. In rsom, Alec mentions that he's only recently heard of the term bisexual, and there's plenty of time between rsom and cofa, so Alec should be absolutely sure of atleast the basic meaning of bisexuality. But I'm pretty sure it's just inconsistency on cc's part, since if rsom didn't exist, this book would be the first time Alec learns about Magnus’s bisexuality. (Which is obvious when you look at the scene after Magnus reveals that Camille is his girlfriend.) And as for the second sentence, I feel like it's a fallback to earlier in the book when Magnus says (I'm just gonna write the dialogue from memory), "I've dated men, women, warlocks, faeries, vampires, werewolves and even a djinn or two." Here, Alec is angry, and he takes the knowledge that Magnus has dated a variety of people and once again, lashes out.

Looking at all of it together, Alec’s insecurities are definitely a factor in all of this. We know Alec has pretty low self esteem in tmi, and he keeps having irrational thoughts about someone else grabbing Magnus’s attention, like in the trsom scene I've posted above. And he ends up taking out his insecurities on Magnus.

Was it wrong of Alec to say all those things to Magnus? Yes, absolutely. But looking back through all his scenes in cofa, it's easy to see how he could've fallen into the pit trap of emotions.

And before anyone says "but it wasn't addressed in the later books", it was, in CoLS. I’ve hit the image limit, so I'm just gonna type it out -

"[Magnus] said it would be better if he didn’t come. Apparently him and the Seelie Queen have some kind of history."

Isabelle raised her eyebrows.

"Not that kind of history," Alec said irritably. "Some kind of feud. Though," he added, half under his breath, "the way he got around before me, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Alec!" Isabelle dropped back to talk to her brother....

So, there. Alec makes yet another slutshaming comment, Isabelle overhears and is clearly not happy about it, and it's clearly implied that she talks to Alec about it. And Alec doesn't make any more slutshaming comments since then. Boy now knows what he did was wrong, and makes sure not to repeat it again.

Although, I do wish we had more than this. I wish we had more of Magnus and Alec talking about this argument, heck, even about all their arguments and the reasons they broke up, but you can't get everything you want, apparently :(

And now onto the next part...

PART 2 - IS ALEC BIPHOBIC?

The short answer, uh, no, not really.

The long answer.... would be complicated.

So, back in the day, when this discourse was at an all time high, I remember reading a bisexual person's essay about this topic, and they said that this comment from Alec - "or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren't into?" - would be a biphobic microagression.

According to Google, a microagression is "a statement, action, or incident regarded as an instance of indirect, subtle, or unintentional discrimination against members of a marginalized group such as a racial or ethnic minority".

And in Alec's case, IF his words were biphobic, they were completely unintentional. They were microagressive. Which is... still bad, of course, but it's more complicated than that.

If you look back on Alec's supposedly biphobic statements, they're more about Magnus’s hypersexuality and promiscuity than anything else. Yes, even the line i mentioned like two paragraphs ago. At first glance it may seem like a direct attack on Magnus’s sexuality, but think over the explanation I gave for the line and it will make sense. And a lot of people know that the whole 'bi people fuck around a lot and are cheaters' thing is a stereotype.

Now, it may seem like I'm going off topic here, but bear with me. I couple of days ago, I watched this video by chance. (Tw for the aids crisis and lots of biphobia, not from the narrator, if you wanna watch the video). Basically, back in the 1980s, bisexual men were scapegoated for spreading aids to the straight community and were vilified by popular media as being promiscuous scepters who would cheat on their wives with gay men and then give aids to their wives. (Yikes 😬). And since bisexuality was practically unheard of before all this (several bisexual activists have stated that all this shit, though unfortunate, pulled bisexuality out of the closet), it's safe to assume that this is how those stereotypes came to be - through 1980s propaganda.

But living with this propaganda is... a very limiting experience. The people who leaned and unlearned and fought against this propaganda are mostly US Americans who grew up with it, either the actual propaganda itself or passed down by their parents. But like I said, it's a very limiting experience. US is but one country out of many, and even for those living in the USA there's a chance that they grew up in a very hush-hush environment. People who grew up hearing all these stereotypes will see it as biphobia, while people who didn't - like Alec, and me, and several other people will not. A lot of people grow up with absolutely no knowledge of the queer community, and chances are that they'll be incredibly confused when a stereotype is pointed out to them, and they often get no more explanation than 'this is a harmful stereotype'. Queer experiences aren't the same for everyone, and while I respect the people who see this as biphobia, they should recognize that there are many people who won't see it that way.

I have seen bisexual people say that Alec's words were biphobic, and I've also seen bisexual people say that they weren't. Thus, there is no clear consensus about whether or not Alec was being biphobic. And like I said earlier, Alec grew up far, far away from mundane anti-queer bigotry. He was essentially a clean slate when it came to knowledge of eer microagressions of any kind, because microagressions and stereotypes are often incredibly specific, don't have anything to do with a person's race/sexuality/gender, etc. and will make zero sense unless you know the history behind them. To Magnus, who lived through the anti-bisexual scapegoating, the words would've definitely stung, but Alec didn't even know the implications he would be making with this words! Of course, the impact is greater than intention, and I imagine Magnus would sit Alec down one day and talk about all this history with him.

And idk if I can even blame cc cause the history of bisexual men is RARELY ever talked about, atleast on the internet.

Also, this scene in cofa is the only instance where he can be interpreted to be biphobic. Nowhere else in all of tmi, and even tec, do we see Alec express hatred or disgust or microagression towards bisexual people. If this was seen in a repeating pattern from Alec, one could argue that he's biphobic... but he isn't. Some might point to some of his internal thoughts in trsom to argue otherwise, but I believe that actions are superior than thoughts.

There's also the thing about unlearning prejudices, but in Alec's case there was hardly anything to be unlearned. The only prejudices he did pick up on were against himself, through vague homophobic comments from Robert.

P.S if you've read this far, I am legally entitled to compensation for thinking of cofa Alec for 48 hours. Put your favorite Alec moments in my askbox cause I wanna focus on his good side now. 😎

But yeah, the main thing here is that Alec has grown from his mistakes, apologized, and hasn't repeated this behavior at all.

And lastly, I just wanted to add - I don't think all this was unintentional on the author's part. She's grown up with the us American queer community, and has mentioned that she has bisexual friends, who have no doubt faced prejudices because of these stereotypes. I think she was trying to condemn making such statements, but a lot of people don't read between the lines and end up misinterpreting it and make both the character and her to be biphobic.

So... TLDR; was what Alec said biphobic? Maybe. It depends on who you're talking to. Is Alec, as a person, biphobic? Nope. Not at all. 😌

#this took WAYYYYY too long #im gonna go lay down for a while now #peace out #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #tmi #tec #tsc #meta #tsc meta #discourse #idk what else to tag hnnnng #i just hope i did this topic justice aksjakaksk #also idk what person needs to hear this #but im a bisexual person talking about bisexual issues #im not the authority on this obviously but if anyone pulls the 'i don't like this post so imma pull the OP is a straight person card' #imma SLAP you #😤😤😤 #laks analyses

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

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