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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Sweet Like Honey

Chapter 2: After "I Love You"

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: fluff, kissing, smut, daddy kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, very minimal bondage

Kento, I love you.

I really love you, Kento.

Nanami feels waves of euphoria ripple throughout his body when he hears her say it. For a second, he stays still, unable to move. He can only stare at her with wide eyes. Then, without thinking, he kisses her full on the lips, his composure crumbling from the weight of those words.

She loves him. And he loves her.

They love each other.

Before he knows it, Nanami is on top of her, dress pulled all the way up to her neck. His lips are wet from kissing, his cheeks hot and tinted pink as he explores her almost bare body. It isn’t until he hears stomping when he realizes he’s about to make love to his girlfriend in her childhood bedroom, and during a family party. A party where he just met her parents, who are right below them.

They break apart just in time, Ren swinging the door open to invite them to a game of charades. Good, clean, innocent fun. Unlike what they were about to partake in if they weren’t so conveniently interrupted. It’s for the best, Nanami thinks, as he stands with his back towards the door, hiding the growing bulge in his pants from his former student/future brother-in-law. If they continued down that dangerous road, there’s was no way they would have kept quiet. Not with the emotions that they feel for each other now.

Show me how much you love me. Tonight. Let’s finish what we started.

That’s what she suggests. Nanami doesn’t expect them to actually have sex tonight, since they are riding back to her home with Ren. So, he dismisses it as a naughty comment made in a moment of passion.

They spend a few more hours at the party, playing charades, mingling with her family, and eating more delicious food. He takes every chance he can get to touch her, from holding her hand to stroking her back. He doesn’t take his eyes off her. How can he? This sweet angel loves him.

Near the end of the night, Ren informs them that he’ll be staying the weekend with his parents; his girlfriend has the house all to herself. This intrigues Nanami. It excites him. He’s spent the night at her place plenty of times, but with her protective younger brother sleeping in the next room, they’ve had to set boundaries with each other when it comes to intimacy. This means no sex whatsoever when Ren is there, which they’ve miraculously managed to succeed at so far.

The thought of making love to her in her house, the one forbidden sanctuary, is titillating. Too many times has he almost given into temptation as they shared her bed, bodies snuggled together, his hands always drifting to the most sensual parts of her body. They’ve held back each time they kissed goodnight, the desire to go further heavy against their lips, as her brother snores on the other side of the wall.

And now tonight, after a perfect day spent with the woman he loves, he doesn’t plan on holding back. Not when this rare opportunity has been presented to them. He plans to take full advantage of it.

Show me how much you love me. Tonight. Let’s finish what we started.

That’s what she suggests. So that’s what they’ll do.

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As you ride the train back to your place, Nanami’s hand interlaced with yours, you feel a familiar sensation pooling in your stomach. The news that your brother is staying over at your parent’s house changes everything. The thought of being alone in your home with Nanami sparks a flame that flickers through your body. Will you be able to control yourself once you step through that door? Your house is quite small, but even the bedroom seems too far away. You’re tempted to let him have you on the couch, or maybe the kitchen counter. Whatever is closer, really.

Lost in your lewd thoughts, you jolt at the sudden sound of his voice in your ear.

“Do you still want to finish what we started?”

You turn to look at him with a smirk. “What do you want to do?”

There’s a heavy pause before he whispers, “I want to christen that bed of yours. Will you let me?”

You squeeze your thighs together, pussy throbbing between your legs. “I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”

His nostrils flare slightly as he stares at you. The primal look in his eyes makes you think he’ll take you here on the train, in front of these other passengers. He turns his head away from you and takes a few deep breaths, tightening his grip on your fingers. You can tell he’s trying to compose himself. Once the train reaches your stop, he immediately gets up and leads you past the crowds of people, speed walking all the way to your house in record time.

You fumble through your purse to look for your keys, trembling with anticipation. He stands behind you, hands pawing at your waist and mouth hot on the back of your neck as you unlock the door. Once you’re inside, he pushes you gently against the wall and kisses you, tongue grazing your lips. He sheds his tan blazer as you both take off your shoes, still kissing.

“Kento,” you breathe out, as he moves his mouth to your neck. Your skin feels like it’s on fire under his touch.

He says your name in return after licking a stripe behind your ear. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeat, hands sliding up his chest, tugging at his spotted tie. He takes it off and wraps it tightly around his hand before he caresses your cheek, the fabric velvety on your skin. His hand moves down your face, thumb dragging your bottom lip as it slides to your chest.

“Your heart is beating so fast. Are you nervous?” He rests his forehead on yours, lids shut as he breathes through his nose.

Shaking your head, you giggle. “Not nervous. Just really, really horny.”

He smirks. “My naughty girl. I’ll take care of you.” He slides his hand under your dress to rub your pussy over your panties. “Always so wet for me. My good girl.” The way he says it is sinister. All logical thinking is erased from your mind. The only thing you want is to feel him inside you.

“Baby, please,” you whine, clutching his dress shirt in your fists.

He chuckles. “No patience for foreplay?”

“You told me you wanted to christen my bed, so what are you waiting for?” you challenge him, pouting your lips.

“We have all night. I want to take my time with you.” As he says it, his fingers slip past the fabric of your underwear, gathering the slick to rub wet circles on your clit. You let out a stifled moan as you grind against him, yearning for more.

“But how can I deny you when you’re like this? So desperate and needy for my cock. Makes me so fucking hard.” He pulls his hand away from under your dress to lead you by the wrist into your bedroom.

You lie on the bed, dress pulled up to your stomach, as you slide your panties off your body. Spreading your legs wide, you start playing with your clit as he watches from the end of the bed.

“Do you touch yourself like this when I’m not around?” He unbuckles his belt slowly, enjoying the show you’re putting on for him. As he slides out of his pants, one leg at a time, you nod and slip a finger inside your slit. You blush from embarrassment at the wet sound it makes.

“Put another one in.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, wearing only his briefs and his dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned from the top.

Obeying his command, you insert your ring finger along with your middle. It doesn’t feel anywhere close to how he does it, but him watching you like this turns you on beyond belief. The hunger in his eyes, the way he bites his lower lip, the way he clutches the tie around his palm.

“Play with your clit now. Show me how you like it.” He starts to rub the bulge in his briefs, focused on your glistening pussy. With wet fingers from your arousal, you massage your clit, drawing out quiet moans from your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible. You drive me crazy, you know that?” He shoves his underwear down to reveal his hard cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen him like this, the sight still amazes you. And seeing him erect with his dress shirt still on is a kink you didn’t know you had until right now.

He unravels the tie from his hand. A small whimper leaves your lips, anticipating his next move.

“Can I tie up your wrists? Are you okay with that?” He crawls up the bed to kneel next to you, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly as he asks for your permission.

You turn your head to kiss his palm. “Yes. Let me take my clothes off first.” Your skin prickles with excitement as you pull the dress off and unhook your bra. He places your hands above your head and wraps his leopard print tie around your wrists, binding them one over the other.

His lips curl into a wicked grin, his gaze ravenous as he looks you up and down. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He positions himself between your legs, leaning his face towards your arousal. “Can I eat you out?”

Holy fuck. This is something you’ve fantasized about many times. You were uncomfortable asking him to do it, unsure if he was into it or not. Your ex never offered; he tried it once, but it was barely memorable. So, you thought maybe it was too intimate of an action to ask your boyfriend of two months to do to you.

But it’s different now. You love each other. There’s no holding back.

Besides, you always knew deep down that Kento Nanami is the type of man who loves eating pussy.

In a shaky voice, you respond, “Yes. Please.”

Nanami wraps his arms over your thighs to spread you open. Without hesitation, he starts placing soft kisses on your puffy clit. You moan wantonly, stomach tight from the pleasure as you rut against his face, his kisses getting sloppier and deeper with each passing minute. He pushes himself even closer and latches his lips around your sensitive bud, stimulating it with his plush tongue. It feels fucking amazing. You let yourself enjoy it until you feel a rush of ecstasy sweep through your body, pussy pulsing against his hot, slippery mouth.

“Kento, I’m coming,” you gasp.

You feel him hum into your skin as he sucks on your clit. He doesn’t release you until you’re slack against the sheets, feeling spent from your orgasm. You feel his tongue lick along your plump folds, lapping up the slick from your high. Drinking you up like he’s dehydrated.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, as he fucks you with his mouth. You twitch at his touch, sensitive but still so unbelievably horny for the man that you love.

“Fuck me, Kento. Please. Need your big cock inside me,” you beg.

After one more flick of his tongue on your bud, he sits up on his knees. You see a pearl of precum leaking from the tip of his dick. He lets out a huff as he slides the head at your slit, rubbing it up and down your folds, eliciting a groan from your lips.

“You’re such good girl, fuck. I’m so lucky.” He continues to tease you, circling his cockhead around your clit as you squirm beneath him, bound wrists wriggling above your head. “I don’t have any lube, but we don’t need it. You came so much from just my tongue. This pretty pussy is so wet for me.” He pumps his dick as he stares wildly at your dripping slit.

You already feel the second orgasm building up as you watch him guide his erect cock inside you, your walls surrounding his girth. Once his whole length is in you, he places one hand on your inner thigh, the other at your side, gripping onto the bedsheets. You can tell you’re in for a ride.

He starts slowly, pressing down on your thigh gently to keep you open for him. Once you’re comfortably adjusted to his size, he speeds up. His lips tickle your ear as he whispers, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Been wanting to ruin this bed ever since I first slept in it.”

You try to move your hips to match his rhythm, wrists still pinned above your head. All you can manage to choke out between your moans is, “Me too.” Your wrap your leg around his waist, the one that’s not being held down by him, wanting as much of your skin to be touching his. With your hands tied, you feel vulnerable, exposed. But with Nanami, you feel safe. You like being this open for him. He’d never do anything to hurt you. That’s one of the many reasons you love him.

Overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure, tears start welling up in your eyes as he continues to make love to you. You turn your face towards him, kissing him softly on the lips. He keeps still inside you, turning your body with his as he relaxes on the bed. The hand that was holding down your thigh comes up to caress your cheek tenderly as you continue to kiss. You stay like this for a minute or two, basking in each other’s warmth. At some point, he reaches his hand up to untie you from your bondage. At your release, you slide your hand down his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat.

“I love you,” he whispers between kisses. “I love you so much.”

Your voice catches in your throat before you say, “I love you, too.”

He brushes your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to stop?”

You smile against his lips. “No. Not at all. These are happy tears. I’m happy.” You nuzzle your nose with his. He pulls you in closer to kiss you passionately, his cock still stiff inside you.

Running your fingers through his hair, you say, “I told you earlier that I’ll let you do whatever you want with me. What do you want? Tell me, baby.”

He thinks for a few seconds, gazing at you, eyes full of love and lust.

“I want you to ride me.”

~~~

Nanami lies down on the bed, watching the love of his life mount him, knees to both sides of his body. They’ve never tried this before. While the sex has been nothing short of amazing these past two months, they’ve been hesitant to try new positions. Afraid of crossing any lines too soon. But there’s no denying that he’s been wanting this. And tonight is different. They love each other. They don’t have to hold back anymore.

She leans down, breast hanging in front of his face, looking so tempting and marvelous. He reaches his hands to her tits, kneading at them, fondling her nipples with his thumbs.

“Put them in my mouth,” he demands. She lets out a small moan as she dangles her heavy tits over his face. He raises his neck up to take her into his mouth and latch onto her nipple, sucking gently.

“God, I love these big tits,” he growls as he moves his head to the other side. His hands squeeze her breasts as he engulfs her sensitive teats. “All mine.”

“Fuck. Feels so fucking good when you suck them like this.” When he starts sucking harder on her nipple, she puts her hand over his and slowly pulls out of his mouth, his lips making a popping sound at the release. She grinds her pussy on his lap, moaning. “I like it like this.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, sticking out his tongue to receive her once more. “Feed it to me. Show me again how you like it.” He takes her into his mouth, his hands now on her waist, as she holds her breast for him. He sucks hard as she pulls out with another loud pop. Her nipple is taut and plump when he releases her, shiny with his spit. He feels his dick twitch under her lap. The need to be inside her is undeniable, unbearable.

“Ride me,” he spits out, planting his feet on the bed.

She pushes her ass back, feeling for his cock. Without using her hands, she rubs her folds over the tip until it’s at her entrance, where she sinks onto him, easily. Once he’s all the way inside her, she starts thrusting back and forth. She leans over him, hands gripping the sheets at both sides of is head, tits bouncing with every shake of her ass. He slides his hands down to her hips, reveling in on how expertly she rides him.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re incredible like this, fucking yourself on my cock.”

“Fuck, Kento. So good, oh my god,” she cries out, picking up her pace.

He tightens his grip on her hips and starts moving with her, timing his thrusts with hers. She buries her face into his neck, whimpering as she takes it.

“Can you come one more time for me, baby?” he purrs. He feels her nod against him, giving him permission to take over.

“Let daddy do it,” he whispers softly. “Let daddy take care of you.”

As if those are the magic words, she lets out a luscious moan, trembling around him. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck me. Make me come.”

He squeezes her ass as he dives into her. He’s deeper than he’s ever been before, her incoherent babbling a sign that he’s hitting her sweet spot. His body buzzes with delight and pleasure, knowing he’s making her feel good with his cock. Feeling euphoric inside her delicate pussy.

He pumps into her relentlessly, his thigh muscles beginning to spasm with each deep thrust he gives her. She continues to bounce her ass on his cock, in perfect sync with him. He feels her tighten around him; she’s close, and so is he. One of his hands slide between them, thumb grazing her swollen clit.

“Daddy, I’m coming. Don’t stop until you come inside me,” she whines into his neck.

Her walls clench around him, and he feels dizzy with ecstasy. On her order, he keeps fucking her until he comes, which doesn’t take long. He fills her up with his load, feeling the excess drip out from her fluttering pussy onto his lap and fingers. He only just remembers that he still has his dress shirt on; he never bothered taking it off. Looking down between them to inspect the damage, he finds a few spots where their cum bleeds into the hem of his shirt. If he wasn’t still in his refractory period, he would definitely get hard from the sight of this. Instead, he memorizes this image for future reference.

Her body relaxes on top of him, breaths shallow against his chest. He rubs her back affectionately, cradling her in his arms. They stay like this for a few minutes, both exhausted from their love making. She rolls off him to lay at his side, eyes still closed, but smiling. “I love you, Kento.”

He leans closer to kiss her forehead. “I love you, too.”

He’ll never get tired of hearing it. He’ll never get tired of saying it.

They love each other. All is right with the world.

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dnangelic · 4 months

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@zenigatakeibu asked: “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” Zenigata beams. He’s in rather high spirits, a rare sight these days, though that may just be the sake talking. Judging by the way he sways, it seems he’s already helped himself to more than his fair share… Not that anyone would blame him. A ‘little’ something to help take the edge off. An inspector’s work is never done after all, not even on holidays. “HA–!” He drops like a gymnast to Daisuke’s height– a squat so fast it’s a wonder he doesn’t collapse– holding a pochibukuro in front of his face. The envelope is bound in red and white mizuhiki cord; inside sits a generous ¥10,000. From uncle to nephew. “For you, kid,” Zenigata’s smile softens. He offers it out with both hands. “Don’t spend it all in one place, hm?”

' ah ! zeni-sa --- ack . augh ... ' wow , that was strong . the stench of alcohol hits him in a massive wave , and he can only shut his eyes and plug his nose for a moment . how many cups , bottles , and barrels did it take to get someone as huge as intimidating as zenigata drunk ? he tries not to imagine it , else he'd likewise start to worry about the inspector's liver , but it was new years after all --- wasn't it ?

if anything , it was nice to see the other looking so carefree . although he's managed to preserve the upturned corners of his smile for the other , the boy's just as unprepared for zenigata's earth-shaking , world-class squat . unsure of whether it was from the force of magnitude of the inspector's sheer bulk or his own typical skittishness , daisuke nevertheless swears that his feet have lifted into the air for just a single miraculous moment .

any more intense , and he'd think that the other had drunkenly mistaken him for a sumo wrestling opponent . instead --- a pochibukuro juts out into the space right in front of his nose , practically pushing him stiff backwards . eyes widen ; gleam and glimmer with innocent wonder at first sight of the gift , but if there's any gasp that audibly escapes him , he's quick to try to cover it .

' w-wait , for --- me ?! are you sure you don't have the wrong person ?! '

wasn't this just too much ? daisuke would have never wheedled the other for funds or personal fortune . it wasn't as if they were even blood related , and even then --- well , it might have been a little arrogant to even think , but he was sure that an inspector's mundane pay would never be able to match the wanton , burgled fortune of a phantom thief .

even so , that was nothing that he could ever confess --- and he couldn't possibly deprive zenigata of a considerate act like this either ! who could decline an envelope that had been so readily prepared and delivered ? just imagining the other's drunken smile potentially turning into a sobered-up frown would mean that he had left them both nothing more than broken hearts and a chilly night .

if anything , knowing the sorts of troubles that might have waited ahead of them ... daisuke desperately wanted to give them both a good start .

' u-um , well , i --- ! ' his head bows , and his body bends to double him over in an instant . he prays that the other can't see the guilty sweat and tremble of his palms as he timidly accepts . ' if you're sure , then ... t-thank you , zeni-san . you really didn't have to do this ... ' how much was in it ? hopefully not too much , right ?

at least there was some convenience to the instance . when his hands fumble through a pant-pocket , he hurriedly retrieves a new year's present of his own . ' actually , i was going to go out and find you ... ' it's a little ironic , being found first , but maybe that's just how things were meant to be . back straightens , and a hand rubs at the nape of his neck as he bashfully laughs a little . ' i really --- wanted to give you this . '

it's a wooden omamori , flat tied and and hand-painted by none other than the boy himself . on the front , the inspector had been carefully depicted : dashing and determined , broad-shouldered frame easily fitting into the edges of the charm . on the back , its presumable purpose : good health and protection .

' zeni-san , um ... i'm sure there are times where your job is dangerous , or stressful , but --- i think that you're always trying to keep people safe . i've always felt safe around you , and that's why ... um --- m-me too , i ... i want you to be safe . ' from the bottom of his heart : the burning lump starting to pound furiously , forcefully in his chest already . ' i know that i'm still young , and there probably isn't anything else that i could do for you , but i was still hoping that you'd accept it . '

it's a trade he tries to make quickly . tucking zenigata's envelope away , he presses his own gift into the other's grasp --- before dashing away , whether or not the other wanted him to wait for a return of gratitude . feeling the heat of his curse , quick to tuck himself away into someplace where he wouldn't be witnessed , or recognized ...

... as always , it was impossible to smother the force of his desire .

were it not for his curse and family inheritance --- he might have flung himself at the inspector in an instant , and clung to the man for as long a time as his thrumming heart felt necessary to express its care . instead , praying that zenigata didn't think of him any more poorly , or an outright rotten child for running , he'd settle for clutching at the man's gift envelope --- carefully considering both budget and every brand new , new year story to tell to make up for things .

forget touch ; he'd listen carefully .

soon enough , he'd share with the other how he had spent little by little in all sorts of places --- a happiness nurtured , and blissfully shared , for as long as zenigata too remained in good health and high spirits .

--- may both of their wishes have come true .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#zenigatakeibu #ZENI SANNNNNNN #HARVEY I DIE....#kid cut off from practically all forms of intimacy bc of the curse(tm): were it not for this i would hug zeni-san so much. forever #and ever #and ever..... and ever.#just gotta settle for the mona-zenigata lisa omamori #HJGRGBJJKJGKK

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marsgod · 2 years

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helloo how would mammon , barbatos and lucifer react to a kirari momobami like mc ?

Hey hey! I had to look this character up and tbh the anime looks interesting..

⇢ “Barbatos, Lucifer, and Mammon with a Kirari Momobami-like mc”

⇢ Warnings; cussing, fem! reader, this is meant for the reader to be toxic and narcissistic but I haven’t tried to write some1 like that before so it might be watered down a bit;-;

Lucifer • Avatar of Pride

Lucifer likes how proper you are at first, thinking because of how quiet you are that you wouldn’t cause problems, get your work done, and stay out of his way for as long as it could

Of course, He’s Lucifer, and life will inconvenience Lucifer for as long as he naturally lives

It starts with the belittling, he’s the avatar of pride; and in being so, any degradation towards himself, any insinuating of him being ‘lesser’, especially towards a human?

It absolutely does not sit well, you don’t have to see the way he bites his lip or hear his deep sigh, you can feel how much he wants to tear your throat out

“Is that so, say, [Name], why don’t you come and see me in the hallway for a moment?”

Ohh boy, when Lucifer finds out (accidentally, through mammon), that you’re gambling large amounts of money? When you’ve barely been working, so how tf did you get that? Omg he is pissed

He literally sits in the living room waiting for you and Mammon to get back, waiting with only a single lamp on

“Where have you both been?”

When he see’s that you haven’t lost, miraculously, that doesn’t stop him from punishing the both of you

Probably makes it worse ngl

Lucifer doesn’t forget abt the entire “gambling but never losing” but is lowkey highkey lowkey really confused when demons are actively scared of gambling against you,

and then accidentally crosses paths with you while you and Mammon are surrounded, another demon at the opposite side of the lunch table and takes a deep breath at how calm you look (he’s waiting for you both to fail miserably)

Lucifer doesn’t calm down when you win, if anything he grows more pissed cause that means you’ve done this a lot

Overall doesn’t like you, you piss him off to extreme amounts and any narcissistic comments (especially towards himself or Diavolo) bring him exactly one step closer to saying fuck it and throwing you to Cerberus

Mammon • Avatar of Greed

Mammon thinks you have a huge stick up your ass ngl, he tries to retort against you but.. Well, you’ve seen how that usually goes

If you hadn’t..

“Should’ve expected that from you, you’re so predictable, Mammon.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?! Well at least I’m not- At least I can do- .. Ugh, Just shut up already.”

That being said, he knows you like to take risks, just didn’t know it was necessarily gambling

THAT being said, he nearly shits himself when he see’s you at his usual place, surrounded by competitors, a group of spectators, and most importantly, GRIMM!

That also being said, he’s sliding up with an arm around your shoulder or waist and grinning at the table

“Hahah! Yeah, that’s my human!”

From that day forth, he goes with you wherever, builds you up and mocks the opposing side

Tbh you can see the soul zooming out his body when you belittle Lucifer, or, as I’ve said, insinuate that you’re smarter than him

Compulsive gambler buddies, except w/o the ‘buddy’, you just find it funny when he loses so bad that he has to resort to promising himself away

Like, you genuinely laugh when he’s getting yelled at

“Ah, if only you were actually smart enough to win a game.”

Eventually, I can maybe see him as becoming one of the people you care deeply about, but then some ppl asmodeus will start pestering you cause they don’t know why Mammon gets special treatment

One of you gambles everything away, and the other wins it all back; What’s not to love?

Barbatos • Prince of Hell’s Personal Butler

Barb is damn near bewildered (not rlly) if you attempt to manipulate or belittle the literal Prince of Hell, mostly at the audacity..

He also somewhat finds the audacity amusing, but not “omg your so funny” but “haha your so funny but if you say that again i will boil your tongue”😥

He doesn’t care about your gambling issues, it literally does not affect him in any way so long as you don’t attempt to steal any artifacts from the castle

He hears about you “never losing a single gamble” from a conversation with Lucifer and Lord Diavolo, and Lucifer complaining about Mammon being worse now that he’s actually good at gambling

He believes it, he can literally see the future and honestly it wouldn’t have been the weirdest thing he’s come across (being the butler of a prince of hell, etc.) but Barbatos is extremely curious!

“So long as she doesn’t cause too much trouble with the Prince.”

”About what?” Well, he’s simply curious on why you keep doing it if you seem to find it so boring, but doesn’t care to pursue any answers

In short, ya’ll don’t talk to each other by yourselves

Unless, of course, you suddenly become interested in him and are trying to actively piss him off

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbie #{..🌸writing🌸..}#{..no identity found..}#fem! reader

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zaynahfrozenfrost · 1 year

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The Dance Event

Kaminari Denki x Reader

Disclaimer: Rejection, a bit of jealously, Shoto being quite cold with y/n,explicit words. Another huge disclaimer is that a character from a different anime is included here. Mr. Henry Henderson from Spy x Family is included since the dance is elegant and he is a man of elegance.

It was Thursday. I decided to go to school today like usual. Before class, there was 40 minutes left so I decided to talk with my friends Uraraka,Mina and Jirou.

"Y/n,Y/n!!! Look at this" said Uraraka with excitement. "What happened?" I asked. "There's going to be a dance ceremony event at next Friday" Mina told. "So, when are you gonna ask Shoto to the dance?" asked Jirou. "I don't know, I mean, I get crazy when I'm near him and I might feel nervous when I ask him" I said. "Oh c'mon, you can't feel like that when you both dance because you're gonna be really close when dancing" Uraraka tells me. "It's okay, we will support you when you ask him" Jirou said with a soft voice. "I guess I'll ask him out at lunch since he uses all his time on training" I said to them. Then they were so happy and they gave me hope. Obviously, Shoto's gonna say yes, right...?

2 hours later it was lunch time. I was shaking with nerve and my friends gave me a little more hope for this. I was walking and it felt quite hard even to walk normally for me. Then I reached his table. "H-h-hi S-Shoto..." I greeted him with nerve. "What is it now, Y/n?" he said quite coldly and with a calculated face. "W-will you go to the dance with me?" I questioned him. Then he starts laughing miraculously then he smirked. "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you. So, no I don't" Shoto said with a tsundere attitude that he doesn’t show to others. I didn’t know my friends were watching behind the back and so I ran away and they ran after me. I was crying hopelessly. "I can't believe this, Shoto did this to me. What does Momo have THAT I DON’T?!?" I was saying these in a empty area in school. My friends came since they were following my directions. "Y/n, we're so sorry. We had never thought he would do this. It’s going to be okay" They all said to comfort me. "Thanks but... I never thought Shoto was that cold-hearted." I said while sniffling. "I know this ain't the time to ask this but, do you have a crush on Kaminari?" Jirou questioned. "Kind of like that but why?" I said. "Well, I noticed he gets red everytime he sees you" Uraraka said. "Maybe because he feels hot in the weather?" I said. "Are you serious? We didn’t mean that type of hot, what we meant is that he might have a crush on you" Mina said. "I don't know Mina, I'm just not the type he's looking for" I said quite sadly. "I guess we need to let her see it herself" Jirou said. "Yeah, we should. By the way, Y/n can we come to your house? Maybe we could talk about this later and decide our outfits?" Uraraka questioned. "Sure, I would love it since I won't be able to feel good" I said. "Great, let's go at 4:30 pm okay?" Mina said. "Alright, I'll see you guys soon" I said and felt better

Then 4:30 pm came around the clock. My friends came to my place. I asked them what they wanted as a snack. "Look Y/n, we came to comfort you about today. So, we don't need to eat since we all ate lunch after coming home" Uraraka said those words so nicely. "I guess you're right about that" I told her. Then we went into my bedroom and started talking about who should I take to the dance and they suggested so many boys at school. I felt confused. "You guys... I feel confused about this. I don’t think I'll be able to go to the dance with a situation like this" I said. "We want you to. I mean, this dance is annual so it happens after every 4 years in the year and I heard someone special is invited to the dance and he's from The Prestigious Eden Academy. So, you have to attend and who knows? Something special and unexpected might happen in the dance" Jirou said. "Maybe, I will go but only because of you guys" I said. "Then that's great and I pray that something good will happen at there" Mina said happily. "So, who's going to be your date to the dance?" Uraraka asked. "I guess Kaminari since you want to see us together" I said. "Yesssss, finally you picked him!!!" Uraraka said with screams and excitement. "Ahhhh, my ship will sail it will never sink, never sink" Jirou sang. "I'm glad you picked Kaminari. I'm sure you might have a lot in common than you think" Jirou said. Then we talked for a hour or two. When 6:30 pm came around, they went home. "See you at school" Uraraka said. "See you and take care" I said to them. After that, I studied until 10pm and ate dinner. I watched my phone to see what interesting stuff is happening. Then I brushed my teeth,washed my face, read a chapter of my favourite book and then I go to sleep.

Then comes Friday 1 week later. I started getting ready at 3:00 pm with a shower first, then I wore my dress. It was a black halter knee-length dress that I bought a long time ago at Windsor. I did a bit of makeup and I knew it was going to rain at the dance so I put on waterproof products. Then I curled my hair into big, beautiful and thick curls. Then I went to the dance by foot all alone. When I entered, I realized I came 1 hour earlier than I thought. So I practiced my dance all alone but it felt comfortable as no one was there to judge me. Then slowly, people started coming. Bakugou and Kirishima came, saw me and decided to small talk with me. Bakugou was a bit nicer than usual and both of them were complimenting me. I guess mean people can sometimes have a heart of gold.Then my friends came and my goodness, they looked amazing. All my friends fainted when they saw me. I got scared so I tried to wake them up. "You look so BEAUTIFUL!!!" All of them said. "Aww thanks but, you guys look beautiful too" I complimented them. "So, who are your dates to the dance?" I asked. "Deku!" Uraraka said with a smile. "If anyone asks me, I'll dance with them" Jirou said. "Same as Jirou" Mina said. Soon then, everyone else came and what surprised me most? Seeing Shoto with Momo when he directly told me "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you." Then the teachers came and the special guest came and it was Mr. Henderson. I met him a long time ago and he was an amazing man. When he saw me, he went to me and asked me about my family and how they are doing. It all felt nice. Then the ceremony started. I was just standing at a place, staring at them. I couldn’t stare at them anymore because of jealousy. So, it was a thunderstorm that day and there was a bench outside and so, I went there and had an emotional breakdown. I just felt hopeless,worthless,stupid,unlucky just all that painful stuff.

Kaminari's Point of View

I came to the dance with an umbrella since it was going to rain a lot. I spent hours getting ready for the dance. I wanted to impress Y/n since I had feelings for her ever since she came to UA. Now, I was searching for her and I saw she was nowhere to be found. Then I saw someone in the rain and it was Y/n. She looked so beautiful but my question is, why was she in the rain? I thought she would dance with someone here. So, I grabbed my umbrella and went quick into her bench. "Hi Kaminari, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to dance with someone better, happier,smarter and prettier than me?" she asked me. "No! I can't see you crying like this. Would I dance with someone while my best friend is crying? NO!!! Never! I would be with you rather than be with someone I've never liked in my entire fucking life!" I said it with wide emotions to her. "Now tell me, what happened?". "Well, I asked Shoto if he wanted to go to the dance with me and he said this directly to me "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you." but, when he showed up, he brought Momo with him. What does Momo have that I don't have at all?" she said all this to me while getting even more sad. I got some tears from my eyes as well while carefully listening to her words. "Y/n I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I never thought Shoto would go this far to hurt you. And don't question yourself why does he pick Momo over you because, you have everything she doesn’t have and will never be able to have at all. You are beautiful inside out,intelligent,loving,kind and all the good things for me. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Even my friends and I would be the happiest to have you." I said, hoping it would cheer her up a little. "Thank you so much, Kaminari". Then she hugged me and it felt so warm and the best part? She kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry I kissed you... It's just that I was so in love I wanted to kiss" she said it with fear. "That...That was..... Beautiful" I said to her. "You really think so?" she asked. "Yes, I do" I said. "Y/n, Can I confess something to you?" I asked. "Sure go ahead" she said. "I've had a crush on you for many years and I wanted to ask in the most sincere way... WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?" I finally spit those words. "I've had a crush on you too ever since I first saw you and... YES!!! I WOULD!" she said it with excitement and she looked so cute. "May I have this dance with you, mi'lady? I asked her. " Yes, I'd love to" she said. Then we danced for like an hour and she's a pretty talented dancer. I mean, she has talent in many things and Momo doesn’t even have half of it at all. When we were done, everyone was clapping. Bakugou and Kirishima were so happy they said "Looks like he found his true love after all". Uraraka,Mina and Jirou were happy as well. " My ship has sailed,My ship has sailed it will never sink,never sink" they were singing. The whole class along with the teachers were happy. Everyone except Shoto and Momo. They looked angry and I loved making them angry since they hurt my princess and they deserve it. Shoto came up to Y/n and before he even said a word I told him "STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!!!". "What? I was just gonna compliment her" he said. "I will not let anyone who hurt her even say a word to her. If you say a bad word about her, you’ll regret that forever!" I said it because I wanted to protect her. "You said that just for me?" she asked. "Yes, I did. By the way let's go home since it’s getting late" I said. "Sure, let's go" she said it.

Sorry this is so long, I never meant to make a essay. I hope you liked it though even though it sucks. Thanks for taking your time to read this.

#kaminari x y/n #kaminari denki #kaminari x you #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha kaminari #my hero academia #mha fluff #henry henderson #boku no hero academia

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amethyst-starglitter · 2 years

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A Broken Chord in a Symphony~

Luka glanced up from his guitar to see his father prance onto the boat and give his mother a warm embrace. Then he proceeded to give Juleka a hug then him. He walked over to plug his guitar in the amp then Jagged and Anarka started to play music together, but something that Luka noticed was that their arms were linked together and they were filled with joy.

Even though his parents were happy Luka’s heart sank. Yet he hadn’t seen his mom this happy in years and didn’t want to ruin it.

“She gave us everything, but how can I be happy for them after what he did to her?” “What he did to Juleka. ” All those nights of Juleka clutching onto his mother as a child, those nights she cried herself to sleep, and those nights she came home from school crying because she wanted a father so badly. Those nights came rushing back into Luka’s head. He could feel tears burning at the corners of his eyes ready to come rushing down his cheeks when he heard a voice.

“Luka? Luka?” Luka snapped out of these thoughts and looked up at who was calling him. It was his sister Juleka.

“Sorry I- I didn’t mean to bother you.” muttered Juleka. Luka’s face grew less stern and nonchalantly wiped away the tears and he responded “Jewel you are never bothering me what do you need?” Juleka glanced at the floor, and then their parents ,and back at the floor again. She crouched down and brought her voice to a quiet whisper.

“How do you feel about…you know umm that?” They both ended up shooting a glance at their parents still playing music and they both had the look. “Oh no”.

The look people get when it feels like they are the only people in the world. The look people give when they are in love. Usually you can’t really tell, but Luka knew when he gave the look to someone, Marinette. Things ended between them a few years ago, but Luka was never mad that things between him and Marinette ended. Was he disappointed? Sure he was disappointed, but most people are when something you want to work doesn’t. And besides her and Adrien are in love with one another. In more than one way and who is he to stand in the way of their happiness?

Luka looked back at his guitar and started plucking and answered his sister saying “As long as they are happy, I’m happy too.” He even managed to add a slight smile at the end of his sentence. “Or that’s how I should feel right? I mean it’s selfish to not want them to bet together right? I mean who am I to stand in the way of their happiness?”

As he looked up at Juleka she looked a bit disappointed and a little hurt and she said a bit quieter than her usual tone “Oh-okay, umm I think…I’m going to go to Rose’s house for a while.” Juleka had started to walk away rather quickly and made a hard left to go catch the bus to her girlfriend’s house. Maybe Juleka didn’t have the wrong idea, maybe being out of this atmosphere would help him feel better as well. He grabbed his guitar then glanced at his parents one more time before walking off the barge and into the bustling streets of town.~

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This is a fic I actually had a dream about a few months ago. then i woke up at 5 a.m. and wrote this and then another part to it.

quick note they are aged up! i really like the idea of luka having to break away from that mentality of “let me put my feelings aside for other people.” he does it a lot in canon to make others happy, but he needs to realize he can’t sacrifice his own happiness for others because he deserves happiness as well!

got some massive art block so i got some amazing advice to keep doing things because it makes me happy and i pulled this fic out again and wanted to revise and continue it! also i have some ideas for another au with breath of the wild and miraculous ladybug aus! thank you all so much for the support! <3I looked at it and revised it. this fic is couffaine family centric (seriously I hope you enjoy :)). I am not the greatest at writing so if you have any recommendations that can help me improve then I would appreciate it.

and i would love it if anyone would like to beta read the future chapters :) if you’d like to please please message me! :D

**tumblr pls don’t eat my fic this time (pls)

#miraculous ladybug #a broken cord in a symphony #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #jagged stone #mlb fic #mlb fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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buggachat · 3 years

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Chat noir having destructive impulses is really interesting to me. I generally really hate the “Kwamis alter their wielders personality” theory, but the much milder idea that wielding the miraculous of destruction would give the user some destructive impulses is really cool. Chat noir almost cataclysming the tree in the Christmas special and breaking the chimney in frustration in sentibubbler………. Just 👀

#I mean maybe it doesn’t have to do w the miraculous at all #but Adrien breaking something in anger sounds Wild #ml spoilers #sentibubbler spoilers #sorry throwing out some random musings #and of course all the kwamis could have their own versions of it #like ladybugs having bursts of creativity or foxes getting an urge to lie

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Idk what this is but the thought of you being scared of Bakugos quirk is so hot to me

Tw:noncon, predatory behavior

“I swear he’s getting to be more and more like a villain every time I see him,” you giggle with Mina as you two walk out of the class. Bakugo had yet again exploded at one of your shared teachers for correcting him in his pronunciation of a word, and as usual it was quite a scene to behold. Chairs were almost thrown, his friends had to hold him back from leaping up while others egged him on, itching for amusement in their mind-numbingly dull class.

“Maybe Shigaraki was right,” your pink-haired friend snorts and you both collapse in wheezes, clawing and slapping at each other’s shoulders as the ludicrous image of Shigaraki being unable to reign in Bakugo comes to mind.

“Hey ladies, what’re you two laughing about?” A lilting and charming voice comes right at your ear, and you turn to see Denki, Kirishima and…Bakugo walking next to you.

Just because of his proximity and how you were literally just talking about him two seconds ago, you jump away from Bakugo’s glowering face and not so subtly hide behind Mina in a half playful jest.

“Huh? Whatcha ya jumpin’ around for?” Kirishima laughs and you exchange an embarrassed look with Mina.

“Oh nothing, we were just talking about how Bakugo’s quirk is totally villainous. We’re lucky he’s on our side,” Mina singsongs, but you slap her arm in alarm.

And well placed alarm at that, because Bakugo’s scowl deepens as he turns his head to you in a death-glare. You swallow hard seeing his expression and try to nervously laugh.

“But, uh, we were just joking. Right Mina?” You give her a pointed look and she deflects it happily.

“Nope! At least you weren’t, you’re half scared to death of him, isn’t that right Y/N?”

Denki interrupts before you can sputter in horror.

“Honestly, who isn’t scared of this dude?” He claps the other blond on his back and yelps when Bakugo’s hands start curling with smoke.

“Watch it dumbass.” He cranes his head to meet your eyes, but when he finds that you’re still avoiding eye contact with him he starts moving around his friends to better talk to you.

“My quirk isn’t that scary you idiot. It’s not like I care enough about any of you to blow you up-“

But with the smoke still curling form his hands and with the permanently intimidating scowl on his face reading closer and close to your, you can’t help but squeal and scrabble around him to sink your nails into Kirishima’s shoulders for protection.

“Okay, I get it! You don’t have to come any closer, I can see fine from here.” Your voice comes out too high and strained to be deemed as joking, but nonetheless everyone laughs at your dramatic show.

Everyone but Katsuki. Because he can see you’re actually scared, he’s seen it a hundred times on civilians who try to pretend they’re fine but still have that panicked glint in their eye.

“Jesus Y/N, with a reaction like that maybe he really is a villain. Bakubro, want us to send you back to Shigaraki’s place? Maybe you should reconsider his offer.”

And finally at Denki’s quip everyone including you this time laughs again in playful agreement, but yet again Bakugo’s blood starts simmering further.

Why the fuck were you being so obnoxious? He didn’t do anything to you before, right? So why the hell were you embarrassing him in front of all his friends and making him out to be this bloodthirsty monster?

Well, whatever. If a monster is what you want, then a monster is what you’ll get.

And so he waits for you after school, trailing behind you a couple hundred feet yet still keeping you in sight. He curses when you giggle with your friends, no doubt in his mind that you’re still throwing dirt on his name and he swears under his breath when you talk to Deku and his dweeb friends.

Of course when you hang around ditzy dorks like Deku he’s gonna look like a psycho in comparison.

But at one point you’re by the vending machine alone in a deserted hallway, fumbling with your coins and trying to quickly get a soda before your friends up ahead leave.

Too bad for you, because when he’s done with you they’ll never want to be seen with you again for their own safety.

You’re shoving money in the slot when he silently walks up a couple feet behind you.

“No friends around to gossip about me?”

You shriek and jump a good foot in the air at the sudden voice behind you. Clutching your heaving chest, you whirl around to see who it is.

Your blood runs cold. It’s Katsuki Bakugo, the absolute last person you want to be alone with in a deserted hallway.

Your feet move a step back.

Wrong move.

His nostrils flare and his eyes widen at your insulting retreat. You know he doesn’t take kindly to it, but with an expression like that how could you not?

“Uh, w-what do you mean?” You chuckle nervously.

He doesn’t laugh. In fact, he does something worse.

He matches your steps and moves forward a little bit.

At this you fully take a stride backwards and clash with the vending machine behind you.

He keeps advancing, slowly getting closer and checking you out, his head tilted as his eyes roam up and down your vulnerable body.

“Don’t move back. Why the fuck did you move away from me? That’s rude, we were just having a normal conversation.”

You surprise yourself by sounding level-headed in retaliation. “‘Kinda hard not to be a little uncomfortable when your conversation sounds so accusing.”

He lunges forward and you actually scream this time, throwing your hands up above your head in instinct to protect yourself from his proximity.

Bakugo doesn’t touch you but you can still feel his breath puffing on your head, can still feel the heat from his hands on either side of your body.

“You got a smart mouth don’t you? Is that why you embarrassed me earlier in front of everyone?”

“Embarrassed you-?” You squeak but immediately cut off when he thrusts his face right in front of yours, a manic look on his face as all his facial features stretch into a irate leer.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that tongue of yours. Put it to better use than to talk shit about me, right?”

Vermilion irises move from your face down your body, lingering on your chest and at the apex in between your legs.

Bile rises to your throat as he licks his lips and lets his lips ghost over yours, oh so close yet not touching.

And in the second before he descends, you shove him off with nothing but pure adrenaline feeling your fear and race past him, blindly running down the halls as fast as you can.

Surprisingly, you don’t hear anyone behind you. That doesn’t mean you don’t stop running though.

The real reason you don’t hear anyone behind you is because Katsuki Bakugo has an eerie smile on his face at your bolt. He languidly stretches his arms above his head and relishes in the popping of his joints, and in succession the popping of sparks in his hand. He kicks one leg out, then the other just to ensure you get a fair head start.

You’ve just made this so much more interesting.

He sets off at a light jog, and even in his carefree pace his strides are enough to eventually catch up with you, instinct like an animal’s guiding him through the winding halls and ending up catching a glimpse of your feet as you turn into another lane.

You’re panting, sweat pouring down your eyes as panic makes it hard to breathe or think rationally. The adrenaline that was pushing you is now dying down but at the worst time.

You take a quick glance back and your rapidly beating heart falters as you see him with a grin on his face as he practically jogs leisurely behind you. You’ve seen this same face on him when he’s in the battlefield, blasting through enemy hearts and blowing up heads as if they were fireworks.

He’s bloodthirsty. He wants you.

“Running away again? That’s not very heroic of you babe,” he calls out, and it’s terrifyingly infuriating how he’s not out of breath.

“Leave me the fuck alone,” you half scream and sob, trying to run faster but failing miserably.

You see a bathroom sign out of the corner of your eye and frantically stumble towards it.

Katsuki knows you know he’s even you take a turn and he laughs to himself at how boringly easy this is.

Maybe he was scary.

He shakes it off and continues his hunt after you, coming forth until he faces the bathroom door in which you were cowering behind.

There’s a small window, and no other door. Just a couple of stalls, a terrified girl, and a psycho with the taste of revenge practically palpable on his lustful tongue.

He knock with faux politeness. “You wanna come out and do this the easy way or you want me to barge in and take you myself?”

You sob and wheeze in response, desperately pushing against the flimsy door in a pathetic attempt to keep him out. Bakugo merely crosses his arms and leans against the door, staring intently at it with a smile still on his face.

Judging by the weight pushing more at the bottom of the door, he can tell you’re probably sitting down in an effort to catch your breath.

You both know he can come in at any time he so well pleases, but he decides he’ll play by your rules for a bit longer, indulge you a little before your inevitable downfall.

He hums loudly and slides down to join your parallel position on the floor.

“I’m tryina be nice here, y’know. You acted so scared of me when I never even bothered you before. Aren’t I being nice right now by letting you choose for yourself?”

He sounds so conversational, as if he were talking to one of his buddies. You stay silent but your silence speaks volumes.

It serves as nothing but a means to piss him off further.

The two of you sit in silence for seemingly hours, even though it’s only around 20 minutes. Every second you feel like he’s going to break down the door any second and blast your face off, but miraculously he doesn’t.

You don’t know what you’d rather prefer: for him to prolong your strained agony by letting you be so close yet so far from him, or to end your suffering and get it done with.

But you needn’t sit in silence stewing in your own fear any further, for at the exact moment you begin to doze off with the dying of the light the weight on the other side of the door lifts and you startle awake at the scuffling on the other side.

You blink a couple of times and blanch when you see through the window the purple light indicating that you really have been here longer than you thought.

Bakugo cracks his knuckles and rolls his head, popping a few more kinks in his neck before breathing out and bracing for impact.

“Ready or not little bitch, here I come.”

“Bakugo, wait-!”

But your plea doesn’t last for more than two words. The door bangs open with such a sound that you actually think he’s blasted it straight off his hinges. You gasp and shield yourself, jumping backwards and covering your face.

“‘Thought I made it clear by now that you can’t run. So why’d you try to leave? Huh? Think you’re smarter than me? You think you’re stronger than me?”

He’s stalking forward again, and you’re left tripping back over your feet and whimpering at his salacious intent as he backs you up and corners you into a stall.

He already knows the answers to his rhetorical questions but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear that scornful conviction in your voice about how big and bad he was that you used earlier.

With you tripping backwards into the cramped stall, his approach quickens in hunger at feeling you, feeling the fear radiating off your body.

Bakugo presses up against you against the wall and takes up the space around you, invading your personal bubble. He’s everywhere, growling in your ear, hands gripping your waist so tight you’re sure bruises sprout from his touch, his erect penis grinding on the inside of your thigh.

Your trepidation and terror rises to an insurmountable height as he smothers you.

When he suddenly grips your chin and forces your head to face him you gasp. His touch is even more callous than you thought.

“You lookin’ here bitch? Good.”

His palm is raised towards you and before you can even widen your eyes in realization his appendage starts sparking madly. You shriek and try to throw him loose as little bits of embers fly out and made your face, his voice rough as always yet dangerously low and soft.

“S’not so scary after all is it? You’re reacting better to it than I thought.” Bakugo Blanca you mocks your writhing figure as you desperately try to evade the mini explosions.

“Okay, I get it, please stop I don’t like it!” You shrilly cry out but his hand moves from your jaw down to your neck, and squeezes the last remnants of opposition out of you.

“Yeah? Good, I’m glad you get it. But honestly, I don’t care if you don’t like it.

Because I like it. I fucking love this quirk, ‘specially when you cower so prettily under it like you did earlier.”

You choke and try to scrabble at his hands but it’s like a butterfly’s touch to him, barely producing any fruition.

“I kept wondering to myself: why do I care if she’s scared of it? And then I realized,” he leans in and lets his lips brush over your ear, lets his hand lessen ever so slightly so that your main focus is his words.

“You just looked good enough to eat when you know you’re beneath me. When you know how dangerous I am.”

He pulls back and assesses the look on your face. “Makes you look good enough to eat.”

And without further ado he lowers his hand and starts rubbing his alit palm on your clothed pussy, his erection getting harder as your screams wilt into whines.

Your legs flail uselessly as he burns a hole through your pants and his fingers hook aside the band of your panties.

Bakugo thrusts his hips forwards and grinds his straining cock on your moist lips, taking in your blubbers and teary eyes.

You can’t even speak, you can only cry out like a child as he thrusts harder and harder, so hard that your back hits the wall painful and the stall walls rattle behind you.

“You-pant-fucking scared-pant-now slut?” He rasps, his head bobbing on rhythm with yours as he practically lifts you off your toes to match his pace.

Your clit is caught between the fabric and rolled cruelly pleasurable as his tip leaks precum, staining your own panties in the process.

With your attention rapt on his now-uncovered dick sliding in and out of your folds, he takes this opportunity to take his other hand off your neck and blast the wall next to your face.

The second you open your mouth in shock as bits of tile rain down on your face he slams his steaming palm over your lips, burning the soft flesh as you weep openly.

He sets off two more near your sides and another above your head, his own face aligned right in front of yours so you can see the mean smile on his face all the while he sets your heart racing at an alarming speed.

When the smoke clears and you can start feeling glass and tile imprint on your once-smooth face, he positions his dick up so that it prods at your hole and yanks your hair back.

His eyes practically glow with the mini fires preserved in the walls with his blasts, the impact of the air rushing around him makes his hair even spikier, his body is taunt and even more imposing than before.

His teeth gleam with the orange and red light next to you. His chest doesn’t heave, because he’s at ease with your terror.

“You think you know fear?”

With one swift movement he shoves up into you, but this time he doesn’t cover your mouth.

“You haven’t met me truly yet.”

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nobodyfamousposts · 3 years

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My-Crack-Ulous: FOP Crossover

*Coughs* Ahem.

Fairly Odd Parents.

Oh, but not what you think! We’re not getting Cosmo and Wanda for a sad Marinette or Adrien. Oh, no...that would be easy.

No, no. Instead, we’re getting Norm the Genie.

Norm the Genie who wants to be free of his lamp but needs a magical stooge to trap in his place and, hey! Kwamis are magic, aren’t they? Not that he knows much about them since they predate the known universe and even Norm isn’t that old, but still!

So somehow Norm’s lamp ends up in Paris. And just happens to end up in Lila’s hands.

Lila, of course, tries to use it to her advantage.

It goes about as well as you should expect...

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It took a few years before Norm’s lamp found itself back in the human world. And of course, it was only a matter of time before it ended up in someone’s hands.

Granted, he hadn’t expected to end up in Paris, France.

Or for his new beneficiary to wear an incredibly unfashionable jacket and have sausages in her hair.

Oh wait, that was her hair. As sausages. Gross.

“So you’re a genie?” She asked.

Norm had to avoid rolling his eyes.

Teenagers. They thought they were so special, so smart. That if something were to happen to them, that it was only for good and because they deserved it somehow. And for how smart they liked to think they were, none of them ever really questioned what the catch was. Or if their wishes were something they should make at all.

This one was no different.

“And you can grant me any wish?”

“Yep.”

“ANY wish?”

“I just said for the seventh time, yes. Any wish. Three of them. Rule-free.”

Not that she knew what Da Rules were, but meh. Details.

“Then I get sucked back into the lamp.”

Of course, he didn’t mention his propensity to twist the wishes for fun. Seriously, if these people were stupid enough to just take advantage of his powers without considering consequences. Or the complete lunacy of just expecting a magical creature to grant them whatever they wanted for no reason just because they ask for it.

Seriously, these chumps never learn.

Now all that remained was for this latest chump to start and he can begin his fun of finding the best ways to twist her wishes for entertainment…

Lila smirked.

“Well then…I wish for Ladybug to be beaten and forced to bow before me!”

Pause.

Norm raised an eyebrow.

“Wait—seriously?”

He shrugged.

“Okay.”

Suddenly, there was a POOF!

And when Lila blinked, there before her was the image of red with black spots.

Ladybug.

By which is meant the lowercase insect “ladybug” kind instead of the uppercase superhero “Ladybug” kind, much to Lila’s disappointment.

As if to further insult her, the bug proceeded to point in her direction, in a facsimile of a bow.

Lila stared.

Norm sighed.

“Ya know, kid, normally people don’t make it this easy. I barely even had to do anything. I feel kind of cheated.”

“WHAT IS THIS?!” Lila demanded, gesturing to the insect.

“It’s your wish. Duh. I mean, I knew people made stupid first wishes but...wow. This is actually worse than the sandwich.”

She wasn't even going to ask.

“My wish was about Ladybug! Not just a normal ladybug! I’m talking about the superhero, Ladybug!”

Norm shrugged. “Well you should have been more specific.”

She practically growled. “Who else would I be talking about?!”

Norm, for his part, was less than impressed.

“I’ve been in a lamp. How should I know?”

Lila huffed before storming over to her computer and turning it to face Norm, showing a picture of a heroine in a red leotard with black spots in mid-swing between buildings.

“THIS is Ladybug. A magical do-gooder who protects the city from Hawk Moth. I want to see her destroyed. Brought low in every way that matters and forced to beg me for mercy.”

“I see.” Norm said, not really getting it at all.

Kids these days, was he right?

“So grant my wish.” She demanded. “I wish for Ladybug, the superhero, to be beaten and kneeling before me.”

Upping it, wasn’t she?

He shrugged. “Fine.”

POOF!

Some distance away, in the middle of an akuma fight, an injured Ladybug was sent flying back into a delivery van full of discarded papers to be shredded for recycling, scattering the papers around her. Winded, she fell into a kneeling position. It just so happened that one of the many papers that on the ground right in front of her was a poster of Lila from one of her photo shoots with Adrien.

Ladybug took no notice of this, being much more concerned with the akuma attack. She quickly pushed herself up and leapt back into the fray.

Lila and Norm watched this on a television from the safety of her apartment some distance away.

“What the hell was that?!” Lila demanded, spinning on Norm.

“Your wish.” He answered bluntly. “She’s beaten. She kneeled.”

“But not to me!”

“Technically, she did.” He corrected her, gesturing to the TV where the now rumpled and sad-looking poster of her image rested where Ladybug had once been. It seemed the hero had even stepped on it once as she took off. Norm bit down the smirk at the unintended irony.

Lila glared at him.

Then she seemed to realize something as she suddenly gained a thoughtful look.

“Can I wish for more wishes?”

Oh, NOW she starts asking smart questions.

Norm stared at her, considering.

He should lie.

He really should lie and say she couldn’t.

From what he’s seen of her so far, this girl seemed a few wires short of a Crock-pot, and speaking of, he was starting to get some flashbacks. His previous time working with Crocker reminded him full well why it was a bad idea to let the humans know they could wish for additional wishes. Plus this girl was already giving him the feeling that the sooner he was away from her, the better.

…but he had spent years as a urinal cake and given what Lila had told him about magical-based superheroes, well, how could he turn away from an opportunity?

“Sure.” He finally answered, much to Lila’s glee.

“Then I wish for three more wishes!” She exclaimed. “And for my first wish, I wish that Ladybug—the superhero Ladybug whom you just saw would be forced to kneel before myself—the me that is right here before you.”

Lila smirked, figuring that it was specific enough that there was no way this could be turned against her.

How little she knew.

The POOF of Norm’s magic was immediately drowned out by complete chaos as something came crashing through the wall and into Lila’s bedroom.

Lila screamed as she was blown back, and covered her face in a limited ability to protect herself from further onslaught.

Coughing could be heard, but it wasn’t just Lila. She dared to peek through her hands and…

Of all people, it was Ladybug crouched on the floor of her room, coughing and waving away the dust and debris.

And sure enough, her position of trying to regain her bearings had her turned in Lila’s directions, head bowed and on her knees. Just as Lila had asked for.

But not in the way she had wanted.

Norm had conveniently vanished from sight, so there was no one else for Ladybug to see besides Lila. Realizing where she was and who she was in front of, Ladybug couldn’t hide her initial scowl before she was able to mask the expression and focus in on the task at hand.

“My apologies, civilian.” She bit out. “Akuma attack. Just stay here and stay safe for now. This won’t take much longer.”

And without another word, she shakily got to her feet and turned back to the attack.

Given Ladybug’s state, Lila could have been in a perfect position to try to interfere. Grab her. Maybe even get her earrings.

But the crash had sent Lila herself falling back, and she was even more unsteady than Ladybug.

She tried to push herself up, but realized that in the chaos, some debris had landed on her leg, preventing her from moving.

Of all the rotten luck!

Ladybug left without further ado and Lila was stuck in her room with a hole in her wall and no way to move from her spot on the floor.

Conveniently, Norm reappeared once she was alone.

“Soooo…just a suggestion, kid, but maybe you should try wishing for something else. Something that doesn’t involve superhero ladybugs.”

“Shut up.” She groused as she struggled to push the broken bits of her desk off her leg and grunting in pain.

Norm, of course, did not shut up.

“I take it you want to use your second wish to restore your room? And your third to wish for more wishes?” He asked, but it was clear he wasn’t actually asking.

“Yes!”

The sooner the better.

With another POOF, her room was restored and her leg, while still injured, was no longer pinned. Cautiously, she rose to her feet, hanging onto her bed for stability.

As if to further mock her, it seemed that Ladybug had successfully defeated the akuma as the Miraculous Cure swept through the area, restoring everything else.

Norm blinked in surprise.

“Huh. Didn’t know that could happen. Well, that was a waste of a wish, huh?”

Lila twitched.

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“Okay. Okay.”

She had thought about this long and hard.

Much to her frustration, it seemed wishing anything against Ladybug directly was doomed to failure. Lila attributed it to Ladybug’s magic and natural luck. There could be no other reason for it. Lila’s phrasing and intentions had been fool-proof.

Norm’s smirks and passive aggressive comments didn’t mean a thing.

As such, Lila reluctantly turned her focus away from her arch nemesis to the more civilian side of things and decided to target someone who had no such protection.

The only one to figure out she was a liar: Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

She didn’t know how the other girl knew so quickly. Or what led her to the truth.

And Lila didn’t particularly care.

Marinette was just another thorn in her side. Not nearly as irritating as Ladybug, but still enough to want her gone. And since Lila had a genie and three more wishes to use to her advantage, it seemed Marinette would serve as the perfect way to test it.

And so, Lila made the first of her next three wishes.

“I wish that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was forced to leave Francois Dupont.”

A bit on the extreme side, admittedly. If she was being honest, Lila would have preferred to keep Marinette around and wish her to be miserable in some other way instead. But she had the power of a genie at her command and given Marinette’s annoyingly clever and intrusive nature, it would likely only be a matter of time before she caught on to Lila’s new advantage and tried something to relieve her of it.

So the brat had to go.

And oh, what a wonderful scene it was when two serious and official looking men stepped into the classroom to ask for Marinette to go with them to the Principal’s office. The goody-goody left the room looking scared. Everyone whispered and looked to each other in confusion, questioning why and what happened. Who were those men and what could they want with Marinette?

Lila practically felt downright giddy at the sight! She couldn’t wait to see the other girl in tears!

It was almost two hours later when Marinette was brought back to the room by Principal Damocles. Both looked pale and fatigued. But Marinette in particular looked almost tearful.

“Pardon us, Ms. Bustier, but Marinette is just here to gather her things.”

Lila had to hold herself back from grinning and instead put on a fake look of concern.

“Oh no! Marinette, are you all right?”

"Girl, what happened?" Alya asked, worriedly.

“What did those guys want?” Adrien questioned in concern.

Marinette shook her head. "I'm being transferred.”

Here, Lila did smirk even as everyone else around her gasped in dismay.

Damocles patted Marinette’s shoulder, his fatigue giving way to cheer. “Those gentlemen were representatives of one of the most highly acclaimed private art schools in Paris, and they came to interview Marinette for a place in their program!”

"WHAT?!"

Any smirk Lila did show immediately dropped.

“They saw my hat at the fashion show and other designs from my website, and once they heard that I was complimented by Audrey Bourgeois, they decided to offer me a scholarship to come to their school." Marinette explained, looking a mix of excited and anxious.

“That’s wonderful!”

“You deserve it, Marinette!”

“That’s right! It’s a great honor!” Damocles continued. “Of course, they were rather insistent about arranging the transfer, but it’s early enough in the school year and—”

Lila didn’t pay any attention to anything further of Damocles’s prattling and barely even noticed the way everyone else in the classroom cheered and showered Marinette in congratulations and praise.

Nobody paid much attention to Lila for the rest of the school day. Which was just as well, as it allowed her to skip out and storm back home.

Where she found Norm. Sunbathing on her balcony. And messing with her laptop.

He only noticed she was there when she slammed the door open.

“What?” He snarked. “Not what you wanted?”

“Undo it. NOW.”

“You sure?” He asked. “I mean, she’ll still be gone. There’ll be no one to call out your depressingly obvious lies. And with her not being around as much, your little followers are bound to lose touch with her over time and be all yours to screw with.”

“The point is for her to be miserable! UNDO IT!”

The next day, it was with some disappointment as Marinette informed her classmates that while the school had wanted her, the school only had limited slots and apparently the men who came to interview her hadn't been aware the vacancy had already been filled.

"It was still a bit too early for me to start there anyway." Marinette added. "I double checked, and they're a fully fledged lycee. They were apparently figuring I could skip ahead a grade and start there sooner."

"Weird."

"But impressive!"

"Yeah, you totally deserve it, dudette!"

"You'll just have to try for next year." Alya said, moving to wrap an arm around Marinette’s shoulder. “But I’m glad you’ll be with us for a while longer.”

Marinette smiled back, happy and relieved. “Yeah!”

Lila glared at the happy group from around a corner.

So this fell through. But next time would work.

She was smarter than some shut-in genie. She was bound to find a way to make a wish that would give her exactly what she wanted.

And when she did…

Lila smirked.

Ladybug would be as good as gone.

#ml fic #ml crossover #fairly odd parents #lila sucks #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #be careful what you wish for #lila is not careful #my-crack-ulous

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mc-lukanette · 3 years

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Now that Wishmaker is out, how would you rewrite that chaos? The Lukanette need is strong.

"Did anyone else see me?" Marinette asked, her hands shaking as she put on the mask she'd made with her newly-given knitting powers. They were sitting down in a shadowed alley, free from anyone's curious eyes.

"No," Viperion replied, his voice breathless from the revelations he was having rather than the fly to their hiding spot. "Just...just me." He glanced down at his wrist, noting the unticked snake bangle. "...I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Marinette's gaze darted over to him, then to his miraculous. A flicker of understanding passed over her expression as she whispered a small, "Oh."

Guilt tore up his stomach, even knowing deep down that it wasn't his fault - the akuma had surprised them, giving no time for him to use his power - but he'd been brought in to use Second Chance in the first place, and yet...

Marinette's hand fell upon his wrist, making him look up. She smiled at him, her eyes reassuring.

"It's okay," she said, though her voice wavered. "It was only you who saw my face, and even if you'd used Second Chance, you'd still know anyway."

He could tell that she was still processing, but let the subject go for now and smiled back. There were more important matters to attend to.

They must've been on the same wavelength too, as Marinette pulled away and sighed, thinking aloud, "I have to figure a way to be Ladybug again. The akuma could just be destroyed, but I need Miraculous Ladybug to turn everyone back to normal."

Viperion nodded, briefly giving her a once-over. Her power and wings were useful, but unfortunately didn't help them with the current situation.

It was also distractingly cute, and he couldn't fight that way.

"Wishmaker said that he wanted people to live out their childhood dream," he murmured in thought.

Marinette brought a hand to her face, pinching her cheek in contemplation. "Maybe...maybe if I live it out then, I'll change back?" She considered it a moment longer, then groaned and stood up, starting to pace around the small area they were in. "But we don't have that kind of time! Yeah, my earrings aren't here so Shadow Moth can't make a wish, and I could definitely make enough of a living with my new knitting powers, but that would take years, and—"

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at him, catching Viperion briefly off-guard since he hadn't said anything. Her eyes scanned him up and down, mental gears turning in her head even if he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"...That's it!" she gasped, hurrying over to him. She knelt down, clasping his hand in both of hers as she rambled, "Maybe I just need to live out my dream to the fullest!"

He blinked in confusion, unsure of where she was going with this.

"Part of my dream was to eventually make a wedding dress and tuxedo for me and my future husband!" she exclaimed. "If I do that, I might turn back into Ladybug!"

"Ah—" He shut his mouth before anything else could come out. He couldn't deny that it was a solid plan, but he wanted to tread carefully given his feelings, not wanting to make her feel awkward. "That's a great idea." He tried to grin reassuringly, though it came off a little crooked. "Should I go find Adrien?"

"What?" She shook her head. "No, it has to be you!"

He gaped, his heart doing confused flips in his chest. "Why?"

"The guy I always dreamed of marrying when I was little," she began, eyes practically sparkling, "he was exactly like you!"

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Marinette hadn't exactly caught onto what she'd said until it already left her mouth, but the way Viperion's face turned red had definitely given it away. Things had gone quiet after the fact, with him sitting a couple meters away while she knitted away at the tuxedo; the tuxedo for him.

She found herself blushing faintly at the thought and immediately forced it down, reminding herself that she didn't love Luka, but Adrien. They were made for each other, like everyone said, and she—

She closed her eyes and took in a steady breath, knowing that she was getting off track. Things were complicated enough with all her thoughts and fears about the future, especially now that Viperion knew her identity.

Though, strangely enough, she didn't feel as nervous about it as she thought she would've.

Her gaze darted over to Viperion, who was keeping lookout and patiently waiting for her to finish with her knitting. He thankfully didn't seem closed off from her at all, and it just served as a reminder as to how mature he was.

Without thinking, she found herself speaking up. "M...my parents..."

He looked over at her, his senses still apparently tuned for her despite his keeping watch. She averted her gaze to the knitting needles working their literal magic into the tuxedo.

"We saw a lot of movies where the girl gets the prince in the end, so they made sure to teach me that love wasn't about money or power or fame or anything like that." She bit her bottom lip, Adrien briefly flashing to mind. "So, I imagined me as the knitting fairy, and I'd make clothes for the whole world until I found him." She peeked up at him. "Someone who wouldn't laugh when I fell on my face. Someone who'd be there for me and think of me first. Someone who wouldn't scold me for everything I did or make me feel bad for it. Someone who'd see more than just clumsy, nervous Marinette."

As much as it hurt to admit, the description didn't fit Adrien. Unless they found each other by coincidence - something that actually happened today, oddly enough - he didn't go out of his way to spend time with her; it was her putting in the effort.

"And..." She trailed off momentarily, lost in her thoughts. "after we fell in love, I'd give up my powers and live happily ever after with him, because we didn't need powers to be happy and it wasn't my powers he fell in love with in the first place."

She'd finished the tuxedo at that point, courtesy of her knitting powers, but her hands dropped to her lap afterward, not making any further movements as her thoughts took over.

Out of the corner of her vision, she saw Viperion take a quick look outside the alley, then get up to move over to her. He sat next to her, picking up one of her hands and letting it rest in his palm.

"I think your dream is really beautiful," he told her gently.

She scoffed, blushing in embarrassment at what must've been fake praise. "Chat made fun of me wanting to be the knitting fairy."

"He was wrong," he retorted immediately. "Your dream might not be realistic, but that doesn't make it any less nice, and there's nothing wrong with dreaming of the perfect guy."

She met his gaze, the softness in them having not lessened even since their break-up, and found the strength to start working on the dress. Being with Luka - dating or otherwise - had always been so easy, excluding all the factors outside of just them being them. She could vaguely imagine her younger self clinging to Luka, claiming him as hers and insisting that he marry her when they grew up.

But things weren't that easy. Nothing was. Marinette had spent her whole life fighting for what she wanted, needing to prove herself to people in order to be accepted.

Fighting for years to smile against Chloe's bullying, because no one would do anything about it. Fighting to be acknowledged by her parents as someone who could do things and didn't need their protection. Fighting against herself to be the one who didn't make all the mistakes or have to be the one to apologize in the end.

After becoming Ladybug, her future became even cloudier and the fighting continued. Waking up in the morning was even harder thanks to late-night patrols, getting through tests seemed impossible due to having less time for studying, and even maintaining a romantic relationship carried the struggle of not being able to tell them her identity.

Marinette stared at the shimmering pink and white fabric beneath her fingertips, it shaping and forming to her will. The occasional sparkle or flash from a beam of sunlight that happened to shine through reminded her of the day at the TV station, where Luka had confessed and she could see only him for just a moment.

"I'm sorry."

Viperion hummed in confusion, raising a brow at her.

"I made everything complicated for you—us," she explained. "All the time, ever since we met. I even got you akumatized, twice."

"Twi—" He blinked rapidly, then leaned closer. His hand came in contact with her cheek as he directed her gaze back to him. "You mean Silencer? How was that your fault?"

"I challenged Bob Roth, and when he grabbed me, you got upset. It pushed you over to the edge."

"You were defending me and my music," he argued, a sternness in his tone that wasn't there before as he put his hand to his chest, "and my emotions are my own. I'm the one who gave into Hawk Moth, not you."

"But..." She sighed, conflicted. "Even later, I kept my identity from you when we were dating. I made us both miserable because of it. I was so upset that I ended up yelling at my friends and they all got akumatized, and then I went and gave my identity to Alya anyway."

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, though he quickly schooled his expression for reasons she didn't know. His gaze strayed momentarily before he looked back at her, asking, "Would you be upset at me for feeling happy for a moment, knowing that you were just as miserable as I was?"

"W-what?" She shook her head; if anything, knowing that he'd also been miserable made her happy as well, probably in the same way as it was for him. It meant that they both cared about it. "No! Not at all!"

"Then I don't blame you for your emotions either."

She pouted at him, but he merely smiled in response. She knew this wasn't a matter he was going to budge on, but it was difficult for her to understand when she was so commonly blamed for things. That was Luka though, she supposed, always forgiving and able to see through her faults.

She remembered her dream husband again and tried to act like her full focus was on the dress so as to not give her thoughts away. She'd only drawn the unnamed man once or twice, and it was just occurring to her that he had black hair and blue eyes as well. Having not understood the concept of kids looking like their parents in their own way at the time, the child version of her had thought it'd be "fair," because then their children would look like both of them no matter what. It was strange, just how much the "simple" version of her love ideals lined up with the boy sitting in front of her now, even with his temporarily green eyes.

Friendship had become something very precious to her ever since the day she'd gotten her miraculous, maybe even more than love itself. Despite the complications and their brief time dating, she was friends with Luka above all else. No matter what happened in regards to the romantic aspects of their relationship, their friendship remained unchanged, like they really would be friends even if they had the worst break-up in the history of Paris. It was comfortable, to the point where she felt embarrassed for ever avoiding him in the first place.

She was reminded yet again of another stark contrast with Adrien. She hadn't been scared of starting anything with Luka, yet Adrien was a constant cloud of dread above her head, the fear of being rejected or being made fun of holding her back from doing what she wanted.

If her child self could see her now, she'd be confused. Marinette could hear her now, asking why her love - or at least, what she believed to be love - caused her so much stress. That was never what she'd wanted; in fact, it had been the exact opposite. Crushing on Adrien had done nothing but humiliate her, the little girl inside her covering her eyes from the sight. Her time with Luka, on the other hand...

"It looks beautiful."

Marinette jerked her head up to see Viperion's approving gaze, then looked down to the wedding dress in her lap. It was finished, pink with flashes of white and blacks; exactly the kind of dress she would've wanted when she was younger, though obviously with an older touch.

"Thank you," she hurried to say when she realized that she hadn't responded to him. He chuckled in reply, though it was good-natured.

He reached for the tuxedo she'd set aside, but stopped halfway as if realizing something. He looked to her, then the dress, then back to her, asking carefully, "Do you want me to keep watch while we put these on?"

It took her a moment to realize what he meant; that he - wearing a bodysuit - could easily slip on the clothes over it, but she didn't have that sort of luxury due to her dress. She managed to summon enough of her inner Ladybug to focus on the importance of the task over the potential embarrassment, giving him an appreciative nod.

She trusted him not to look.

As she went to the darkest parts of the alley to change, Viperion heading in the opposite direction, her mind drifted back to the past again. The little journey there, even if it'd been unwilling on her part courtesy of the akuma, had been a nice change from constantly worrying over her future. As important as it was to focus on what she wanted to do and plan accordingly, the past was equally as important. It shaped her into who she was now and offered insight on herself that she couldn't have gotten otherwise.

"...Lu—I mean, Viperion?" she called just as she finished putting on the wedding dress.

"Yeah?"

She turned to face him, then giggled when noticing that he still had his back turned to her. "You can look now."

He hesitated, then slowly shifted to face her. He was mostly dressed, but was in the process of buttoning up the tuxedo, his hands fumbling with one of the buttons as he took her in.

She approached, gently brushing his hands aside as she started taking care of the few remaining buttons. Not wanting to delay talking to him like before, she figured now was the best time as any to say what was on her mind.

"I still don't know what I want for my future. I feel like a lot of doors are opening and closing every day, and whenever I want to try one, there just ends up being more doors, or it's already closed when I get there. There are too many possibilities and I keep being afraid that I'll trip on the one I really want to go to." Her gaze left the button she was holding so she could meet his eyes. "I just know that I really want you to be there for all of it... i-if that's what you want." Wanting to make sure instead of presuming like she tended to do, she asked cautiously, "Do you?"

His face didn't show a visible reaction, but she heard the slight sound of him swallowing, synced up with a single blink. Afterward, he absolutely beamed at her, the smile more blinding than the light being cast against his back.

"I do," he replied,

In time with his words, the final button was slipped into place. Marinette felt a warm sensation run through her body, starting from her feet and then making her shudder as it moved its way up to her head. Her body was turning white, just as before when Wishmaker first shot her, though Viperion's tuxedo had joined as well.

There was a flash between them, and she found herself back as normal, wingless Marinette when it faded.

Viperion, now lacking what she'd made for him, still looked just as happy to see her.

"I-I did it!" she gasped, genuinely surprised that it worked. "We did it!"

She threw her hands up in the air in celebration, but snapped back to reality as she remembered that she still needed to turn back into Ladybug and take care of Wishmaker. She opened her purse, easing as she saw Tikki already munching away on a macaron.

"Marinette?"

She looked back up at Viperion, noticing that he still had something to say. "Yes?"

"I might not be able to make enough sense of your inner music to tell you what you'll want, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. I know that whatever you decide to do is going to be as extraordinary as you are."

She stifled a squeak, blushing at the sudden compliment and thankful that Tikki was still chewing the last bits of the macaron. "A-ah, thank you. You too—with the extraordinary thing, not your inner music, because I can't hear that even though I'm sure it's really amazing!"

Had it been anyone else, she might've prayed for a hole to swallow her, but it was impossible to feel weird when he smiled at her the way he did.

Once Tikki had gotten her fill, Marinette transformed and they began to leave the alley together, though Ladybug stopped partway as she remembered something; something she'd done many times before and felt it time to get back to doing.

Viperion raised a brow at her sudden stopping, then stiffened when she leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. She flashed him a smile, noting silently that she missed these little exchanges between them, then leaped away to head back to where Wishmaker was likely to be. Viperion followed suit, but a split second behind his usual speed.

She was sure he'd be smiling back if she looked, but she didn't have to; they were connected, maybe not by some sort of magic thread or cosmic force, but by them and the relationship she hoped that they would continue to build in the future.

And whenever they got back to the fight, just in time to see Chat Noir allow himself to be hit by Wishmaker's attack, a few more doors would close and her future would start to look a little different than what she'd considered that morning.

Not necessarily in a bad way either.

#type: story #story: oneshot #episode: Wishmaker #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Vipernette #Viperbug #ViperFairy

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shotorozu · 3 years

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TITLE : CARTOON KISSES

pairing : todoroki shouto x reader

synopsis : it looks like your boyfriend doesn’t understand why you like miraculous ladybug, but i guess you could say that he was more jealous, than confused. thus— why he did that

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = your name] afab! reader with they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

note(s) : self indulgent because yeah, my birthday‼️‼️ yes i’m an aries. the episode i’m referencing in this fic is backwarder— season 3, episode 4, and dark cupid, season 1, episode 10

this is a birthday fic for me 💅🤍✨‼️

Lately, everything has been hectic— on both sides anyway.

Was it really your fault? Or was it his fault? In fact, it wasn’t either of yours faults. UA was just very meticulous about what the students should be doing when and how.

Then again, it wasn’t like you never saw your boyfriend— Todoroki Shouto; the boy with dual colored hair that could easily blend in with the peppermint candy isle. That’s not the point though, you do actually see him

The only time you get to actually spend some time with him, is when the two of you are in each other’s rooms. Either enveloped in each others arms, or really— doing the most random things, at the most random times.

Or the other possible outcome, watching shows together. Which would rather be right about now.

Shouto lays right beside you, his right arm draped around your shoulder to keep you in his firm hold. Meanwhile, you’re cuddled up right on his side, occasionally pressing your face into his shirt because why not?

“For crying out loud! can’t they just date each other already?!” You exclaim in absolute agony, watching the two main protagonists— Ladybug and Chat Noir, be playful with each other mid-battle.

Shouto’s gaze averts down onto you, and in reality— he doesn’t look all that invested, compared to you, who’s making commentary everytime something drastic happens in the episode. If he wasn’t, you couldn’t really blame him. He only just started watching this show with you merely a few days ago (really, it has only been 2 days.)

“Aren’t they like.. the same people?” He’s puzzled. The masks hide nothing! Even he could piece together that the two heroes could be linked to their civilian selves— most especially, Marinette. Since her persona doesn’t really have a drastic change her appearance, in comparison to her partner.

“Yes, that’s what makes this entire show so.. interesting! They’re so.. oblivious! And this has been dragging on for several years!”

Shouto’s confused, in all honesty. Really, what even is the love square? can’t they just say who they are? he’d guess that the mechanics are different, compared to the real world— where people already know who you are (excluding special cases)

He has so many questions, and his train of thought is put to an end, when he hears a high pitched squeal—

“DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?” You practically squirm in his hold, thrashing back and forth as you replay the scene of Chat Noir kissing Ladybug’s hand, as he bids farewell to her.

“He.. kissed her hand?”

“Yes!” You replay the scene, and you thrash around in your spot on the bed, practically fawning over the simple gesture. His expression falters when he sees you slip out of his grasp, and he can only gently pull you back in

When you kiss his cheek goodbye, as you part ways with him, he’s left sitting in silence. He doesn’t know what to think

I mean, it really could be a stretch of a situation. Why else would you be squealing watching such simple acts of romance— and it all seems too easy. Maybe you like guys similar to Chat Noir? who are natural romantics, and people that are just oozing of confidence? Maybe you love hand kisses? (It’s not like he doesn’t give you them, but.. out in public? not really.)

Or maybe.. there’s something else.

And maybe you like being called M’lady, and names similar to that? he doesn’t really know.

Which is why, he decides to binge at least half of the show, and understand the lore of “Miraculous | Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir”

»»————-　♡　————-««

You’re puzzled when Shouto starts acting differently

I mean, it could be a dare for all you know— but he doesn’t seem like the type to drag out a dare for 5 days. He wouldn’t be that committed to a.. what would you call this?

It’s.. just different. He’s acting differently, and you could just hope it’s a prank, or even a drawn out consequence of a bet he manage to lose— it would be nice to know about the sudden change of attitude.

He says nothing the next time you guys have another miraculous marathon, nothing out of the ordinary! however, the youngest Todoroki seems to be wanting to do.. something.

As per usual, you’re seated next to him, a change compared to the usual times where you’re slumped against his side, which really— bugged your boyfriend.

Your eyes stayed glued onto the screen, as you attentively watched Chat Noir pull Ladybug down from a dangling roof, chest to chest, shushing her, as if he wanted to tell her all of the things that were on his mind at that exact moment

“It’s happening, it’s happening!” You squeal, as if it wasn’t the 10th time you played said scene— and by the looks of it, you’re a ‘ladynoir’ fan.

You can’t see it, but his two toned eyes narrow down into slits— and he grumbles, knowing that he probably should just.. do it. There’s not stopping it now, he’d take the chance.

When the moment nearly happened, you body made an impulse— and simply moved on it’s on, without much thought.

You wouldn’t have noticed it, due to the awfully large (to an outsider, it wasn’t a large distance, but to him, it was.) distance— but you’re awfully aware of the warm hand trailing down your forearm, your body immediately relaxes when he tugs on your arm with care, peppering kisses along your forearm, and going down to the backside of your hand.

“W-what are you doing?!” You exclaim in surprise, your cheeks heating up like a fresh batch of toast coming out of the toaster. Yet, your hot-cold boyfriend says nothing, and continues to plant kisses onto your skin with no hesitation.

Then, he makes a point to trail back higher and higher, every time his lips press against your skin, you only grow closer to the brink of overheating.

“I figured you’d be interested in such a gesture,” He mutters against the crook of your neck, not caring at all if the kiss he just pressed against your delicate skin, was rather damp at all.

You’re still stunned, you’d question whoever wouldn’t! A second ago, you were just watching cartoons and.. he was—

“I thought it would be nice to.. replicate them.” His gaze shifts onto the screen, referring to the cartoon, of course.

He.. was copying the show?

“You mean by.. flustering me like how Chat Noir flusters Ladybug?”

“You said it, not me.” Which only confirmed your previous theories and questions. You don’t know why and how you didn’t see this all before— but it does make sense now.

You fall forward, bursting into laughter. The effect of his actions seem to be the opposite of what he was hoping for

“I’m sorry, did I..”

“No! You actually got me, don’t get me wrong. You absolutely wooed me!” You poke at his cheek, in a poor attempt in brightening up the hush mood.

“In all seriousness, you don’t need to copy whatever Chat Noir does! Do what feels natural to you, and as much as I really liked that kiss, I prefer.. your signature style of kisses.” Shouto didn’t get the chance to question what you meant at that moment— it being all too quick, since you lifted his arm to rest against his side, your gaze suddenly apologetic “I’m sorry if you felt like you were doing things wrong. No character from a TV show can rival you!”

The knot that he didn’t even know existed, slowly eased away from the pit of his stomach. He smiles, content with your words— he didn’t know how you did it, how you knew the way to his heart with your words but.. he’s happy

“But it did work though, right? I did make you flustered.”

Yeah, Shouto is back to normal, when his terribly blunt questions come back.

And yeah, Chat Noir might be charismatic and swave, but at the end of the day— anything Shouto does fills you with satisfaction, up until the brim.

If it would be cartoon kisses, or his signature style of affection.

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jennagrinsoverml · 3 years

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for ML fic recommendations,

some ladynior, fluff or angst idc as long as it’s completed

Lucky for you, I have recced ladynoir, fluff AND angst already!

But, well, there’s no such thing as too much of a good thing, right? And, incidentally, I do love me some ladynoir and have more fics I haven’t recced yet. So! (Recs in response to asks won’t necessarily comply with my rules for my regular hidden gems rec lists.)

A Miraculous Reveal: New York by @kasienda

Marinette watches Adrien go and realizes that, while she’s hurting, it’s easy to imagine her life without him. It’s Chat Noir she doesn’t know how to live without. Angst w/ happy ending. (Ladynoir) Based on New York Special. Spoilers for that.

One-shot. Okay, technically this is a chapter in a collection of one-shots, but it deserves individual attention. Kasienda writes the absolute BEST identity reveals! (Which is probably why she has a whole collection of them lol). This fic is full of SO much emotion, with Ladybug choosing Chat as the most important person, but also doesn’t shy away from anger and the messier feelings. This is absolutely gorgeous!

Chat Noir's Family by fleurjaune

The thing is-

The thing is Adrien doesn’t actually mean to lie. Not at first anyway, but they have to keep their secret identities secret don’t they?

And his family, well, their tragedy is out there for the world to see and the world did see it.

One-shot. This is a gorgeous contrast of the things Chat tells Ladybug and what Adrien’s life is actually like, and the way that Ladybug cares, but their secrets divide them, and man, there’s just so much emotion in this. There is angst, but there’s also love, and it made me cry.

With Love by MoonlightShines

Marinette was careful as she picked up the lace-trimmed valentine on her desk.

One-shot. If you want short and sweet and fluffy, this is the fic for you! It’s just pure cute ladynoir fluff with an identity reveal. It made me smile!

A Purrpunsity for Wordplay by @theatrhythm

Ladybug picks up Chat Noir's phone. What she discovers is as mortifying to her as it is to him.

One-shot. This fic is so funny! Chat is ridiculous and Ladybug decides to be ridiculous for him as a present: the gift of puns. It’s so silly, but so sweet and fun, and just a super enjoyable ride that felt so very them!

make it easier by @rosekasa

if ladybug can't be strong, chat noir will be, instead.

One-shot. This one gives me alllll the feelings. Ladynoir are together, and Ladybug is struggling and Chat supports her, and the love and the trust and ahhhhhh. Gorgeous!

Distractions by @ticklishivories

A particularly unique akuma victim inspires Ladybug to be more creative with her getaway tactics.

One-shot. Ladynoir makeout fakeout. I meannn it’s one of my favourite tropes, what’s there not to love??? It’s done so well and there’s so much want and need here and gyuhhhh this WRECKED me.

The Open Line by @sariahsue

"Maybe, Cat Noir admitted as Oblivio knocked him back once again, maybe it was his fault. Just a little. But in his defense, Ladybug was at the top of her game today, and it was absolutely irresistible." An Oblivio alternate ending, where she never learns his identity but remembers what it was like to fall in love with him, and how she slowly falls in love with him all over again. (More like a PG than a G.)

Multi-chapter. Ladybug gives Chat a chance and this is such a gorgeous slow developing relationship. I didn’t know it was possible to do mutual pining where one person is open about and has already declared their love, but somehow we get that and it’s amazing!!

The following fic is amazing and absolutely worth reading, but does feature sexual content, so minors beware.

in a fit of passion(fruit) by Rikkapikasnikka

She hadn’t gone into this evening planning to make out with Chat Noir. Honest.

And Ladybug most certainly hadn’t planned on sleeping with him either.

The idea had never crossed her mind, not even once.

Or in which, Ladybug takes a risk and lets kissing lead to something more.

For the ML Valentine's Day Exchange 2021

One-shot. Rated E. This is just basically hot af ladynoir smut. It’s so, so good and, if you’re into that sort of thing, you should absolutely read this! Plus there’s a great identity reveal at the end that I loved!

#miraculous ladybug #fic recs #ml fic recs #ladynoir #love square #ml lovesquare #jennarecsml

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

(about "Ephemeral" synopsis) I wonder what is reason why they need Cataclysm to destroy something, instead just smashing (through) it with Tigress's Collision ability.

Anonymous asked:

Why are the other dozen and a half powers being ignored? All they need is space, what's the overwhelming force of Collision from creating a hole, the elusive movements for Wind Dragon from slipping through, or the miniscule proportions of Multitude (bring back Multimouse). Creativity is literally Marinette's gimmick. By the way, has it struck that these are powers and not people?

Honestly, in addition to all of the above, why can’t Pegase just drop the safe into the sun and burn up the object+akuma with it? In fact, going off of what happens in “Startrain,” you almost wonder if the person can’t stay akumatized if their object is too far (similar to how Hawk Moth has no link with the akuma at a certain distance?).

Or Plagg, even?? Plagg has helped before and been shown to control his Cataclysm decently well by exhaling rather than actually using Cataclysm. Maybe Plagg has no way of leaving without being seen but will they explain that??

Anyway, point being is that Ladybug doesn’t need the akuma to cast Miraculous Cure; she only needs her lucky charm.

And I mean, for all we know, maybe they do come up with a non-Chat solution but the point is still about how “““it would’ve just been easier with Cataclysm Chat.”““ The problem is that Chat was either useless/a hindrance or Cataclysm wasn’t even needed in like half of the current season, and now suddenly when he can’t show up it’s all like, “BUT WHERE’S THE CAT BOY?”

Anonymous asked:

Thing is, if the show wanted to make chat a requirement, they should have made it so akuma's objects are indestructible w/o cataclysm.

Except chat manages to get himself incapacitated every other episode. So no go.

Meanwhile Marinette has all the pressure of "if she's caught it's over" which just piles on the reasons she's the only one of the two taking superheroing seriously.

They really wanted to emotionally manipulate the audience into whining/thinking about Chat’s uselessness/this whole “““Ladybug is replacing him!!!”“ thing just to lead up to this whole nonsense episode that’s like, “NO, HE’S IRREPLACEABLE!!!”

#category: salt #other: ml spoilers

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sabertoothwalrus · 2 years

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snap u have anon turned off? I guess we’re just doing this then DHSJSK ok based on ur art and interests and blog and stuff the vibes I get from u are like:

chill and cool but also somewhat intimidating lmao and u like it that way. “be my friend but also fear me just a little, that’s sexy”

likes things that could be considered “cringe” but gives zero Fs what people think about it and elevates said cringe to a respectable art form while not actually really shying away from the cringe? haha

“I said what I said, die mad about it” energy

really creative thinker (like not passively involved in your interests but actively coming up w new ideas, exploring new paths/AUs that intrigue you and putting energy into developing them)

pretty self-confident overall (good for u queen)

bursting with Ideas at all times. kind of annoyed that your hands cannot keep up with your brain

some brand of lgbtq but I’m not rly sure what lol

gets frustrated with sitting still/being stuck

high expectations for yourself, maybe sometimes a little too hard on yourself

very thoughtful and intentional and skilled creator who puts a lot of effort into learning and improving

zero patience for whiney or close-minded people and not afraid to call them out

not afraid of anything, possibly

doesn’t really like kids? maybe?

has a specific beverage that u drink 80 servings of a day….like coffee or chamomile tea or diet doctor pepper or one of those sparkly flavored water things

a nice, loud, warm belly laugh and a big smile that shows your gums

ok that was a lot more than I intended, sorry lol anyway what’s my grade

OK PEOPLE HAVE ACTUALLY TOLD ME IM INTIMIDATING IRL AND??? I’m just a silly little goofball that’s so baffling

Ok I DO have no fucks being cringe, but it is one thing when you’re showcasing work you’re proud of vs telling a coworker in the breakroom at work “yeah I watch miraculous ladybug” GDHFJGKG there’s a time and a place yknow

LITERALLY YEAH ACTUALLY

I’ve been really lucky that this has been true for me for awhile!! I have had years-long bouts of art block where I can’t seem to produce anything, but this past year I’ve had more ideas than I can keep up with!

I am all or nothing when it comes to confidence, or rather I’m CONFIDENT when I CAN’T do things. Fun fact tho is I’m not really afraid of public speaking 🤷

Usually I just say gay/lesbian. Gender is: I don’t have a problem being Girl but you and I both know it doesn’t mean anything lol

I do get frustrated being stuck!!! Aaaaaaaa executive dysfunction!!!!!

Next couple are pretty accurate

the one about kids is FALSE I ADOREEEE kids!!! I look more forward to being a parent than having a spouse

ehhh I don’t really have a drink like this?? I’m a big slut for Martinelli’s brand apple juice/cider though 👌

I legit scream laugh gdhfjfjf esp in voice calls oof you shoulda HEARD me when they announced the Mario movie cast

overall you did really well!!! Thank you for putting my brain under a microscope Mar!! :) 👍

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jjkpls · 3 years

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the wishlist (m) - 3

“You used it.”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 4.2k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk and use; explicit language; masturbation (f); ambiguous infidelity; awkward oc; koo being cute but insufferable

previous - next

For about a week and a half, you simply ignore the outrageous box sitting in the centre of your living room.

If you omit to remember what’s inside, it’s just a nice-looking decoration, embellishing your messy coffee table. It’s perfectly fine sitting between the unopened mails and the takeout brochures. You see Jungkook glance at it each time he comes over but he has the decency to not mention it. You might have read a little disappointment but he didn’t share it with you, not wanting to bother you, as you rightfully assumed, and in any case, you’re just doing exactly what you said you would: not use it.

Then comes a glorious day of resting from work for you, and miraculously it matches your two closest girl friends' schedules and they owe to come over, celebrate a belated Christmas with you. And as you’re quickly tidying up the place, the question of the box being way too present here is raised again. They will ask about it. One will surely open it before you even get to answer.

The box has to go.

And in your room, hidden in your bedside table where you know no one will peak, it goes.

When you wake up from the fantastic, long-awaited Christmas celebration, it’s with a terrible headache. Mary, the amateur singer, received a ridiculous karaoke mic and if karaoke is involved, so is alcohol. You didn’t know that but apparently, you can get a severe almost deadly hangover from rosé. Well. Starting this new year already learning new things, how great.

One thing that’s unchanged for this new year, as it seems, is Jungkook's talent for psychic arts. He somehow knows you need a copious breakfast made with love and by him, and the curious hangover shot only his roommate has the secret recipe of, to cope with being alive this morning.

“Hello, Sunshine.” Your face feels so bloated and tensed at the same time like it’s made of playdoh and some devilish kid came and punched at it then squished it hard with its chubby mean fingers.

Very unpleasant.

You know you have very little to do with a ray of sunshine at the moment. You're more alike a gremlin or something. Therefore, as a gremlin would, you groan an answer. You catch through the minuscule slits you now own for eyelids a grin from him. It’s not even vexing or upsetting. His lovely, lovely smile is always a blessing. It’s the only thing that makes you not want to head back to bed and just sleep until death ensues. The pretty, pretty thing. With the big bunny front teeth. He is the sunshine.

“Had fun last night?” He asks, still grinning, once he’s served you and himself two good plates of pancakes. He’s sitting in front of you, in front of this delicious looking good, yet he’s ogling you with a strange insistence. When he starts eating because you take too long to formulate a response, he munches slowly, still staring, instead of stuffing his face and swallow down the whole thing like a starving man, like he usually does.

“Yeah. They spoiled me.” You say, quietly. You’re confused. You feel uneasy like there’s something you’re not getting. You hate this feeling. Usually, this friendship is filled with inside jokes you can make up exclusively via telepathy. But here you’re missing something, it feels. Or you might just be confused by the headache and possibly somehow still a bit drunk.

“Oh did they?” The beam is even wider. You frown, nod, decide that it’s too early and your brain too foggy to try and investigate a confusion that might just be the product of your imagination.

It doesn’t click then. It doesn’t click the next three times he asks you again, with slightly different formulations if, really, you had fun last night.

He departs an hour later because he has an appointment with a client, as always leaving some of himself for your guilty pleasure and the marking on your eyelids of that curious grin. That curious mischievous grin. With the crooked shape, the white teeth looking menacing like a wolve’s and the eyebrows arched in suggestion.

How come such an attractive look can be so anxiety-inducing? You’re too fidgety, too confused and concerned to focus on anything. Remnants of the conversation rolling back again and again, trying to make sense of things that probably do not necessitate further explaining.

The whole ordeal made you so nervous, you end up after an hour of trying to go about your day and failing poorly, sitting on your sofa, lotus style, eyes closed and hands turned up to the universe (hoping It might offer you some clearance It would just drop off in your palms). The thing is meditating is hard. Making so your brain would shut the fuck up is hard as hell. And you suck at it.

Spoiler alert, you don’t reach the state of inner peace and quiet you wished to find. Instead, you make enough silence for your noggins to be more performing and suddenly it hits. Your eyes grow ten times in size, you almost fall from your sit for the shock is violent.

The moron.

You or him, probably both.

You

I did NOT use it.

You

I put it away because the girls were coming over but I DID NOT USE IT

He simply replies with a winking emoji and you hate him for it.

You

Jeon Jungkook, ur a dick I said I wouldnt use it EVER and I won’t, have a nice day moron.

And again, this time, you mean it. You’ve never said anything with this much conviction in these twenty-five years of living.

Why would you now? When you now have experienced what it felt to have him look at you thinking you’ve done it. It felt mortifying without even knowing why. In all the case scenarios you could have come up with, you’ve never imagined that one. You would use it, he would know about it somehow, he wouldn’t be disgusted (it wouldn’t make sense for him to be as he is the one who offered it to you but your brain and soft ego sometimes are annoying like that), he would be amused, maybe content, but he wouldn't make you feel mortified.

Having him considering you in a sexual position should be... cool, shouldn’t it? If you really like him that much. Maybe you were confused all along and actually, you don’t, you mistook your own feelings.

Just a quick check of a mental picture you have of him, the fond smile growing just from his pretty face with the pretty everything on it can’t be trusted because, for all you know, everyone smiles this way when they think about him. On the other hand, the swift blush invading your cheeks when you (by accident) linger on parts you really really like about him -like his thighs or the man titties he’s been growing lately- serve to remind you that yes, yes indeed you like him.

But he’s an asshole.

No matter how much you thought about it (and you thought about it a lot even though you’re ashamed to admit it), you've never consider it to realize, you never and you still don’t believe anything non-platonic would ever happen with him. You’re just made to be friends. The best of friends but still just friends.

Not even taking a step but simply dipping the tips of your toes in these unknown waters turns out to be terrifying and you're mad at him because he’s putting you in this situation where you feel awfully uneasy.

It should all remain a very personal, very intimate fantasy: your attraction for him.

He cracked the wall for a second, it felt wrong and terrible but it’s done and over with now.

It’s only you and your thoughts.

You don’t ever mention it, he doesn’t bring it back up. Soon the season of celebrations and wishes is behind you, the world starts rolling slowly, boringly so with its lots of little annoyances and distractions and you’re not even thinking about it anymore, neither is he.

You’re stressed out. Work is being a bitch as it does. And because it sucks most of your time and patience, the only quick way to unwind you know comes to play.

But the hassle is not worth it. Unfortunately this you always need to realize afterwards. After having searched the internet for good masturbatory content for half an hour, working yourself for two hours and then, there’s the safety wee and the freshening up before bed, to wake up the next morning feeling like shit because of course, you sacrificed hours of sleep for an unsatisfactory outcome.

It’s not worth it.

It hasn’t been for months. Even if you’re still more able to take care of yourself and pleasure yourself better than most if not all men you’ve ever been with, something is missing: a man (or maybe just a dick).

You feel bored and empty (in both senses). Stuck because the more you need to unwind, the more you try, the less you feel better.

It’s the snake biting its own tail.

Until a certain pretty blue box, sleeping inside your bedside table, recalls itself to you. It feels like a century had passed since the box arrived in your life, it doesn’t seem as scary as it used to, as stressful. The fact that Jungkook hasn’t mentioned it, might even has himself forgotten about it, help immensely.

And it is the very moment, you forget to remember about this promise you made to him and yourself, the promise that you would not use it.

Right about now, not only stressed and annoyed by everything but also horny for no particular reason, this dildo with the box that matches your planner sounds ideal.

And it is ideal.

Feels like exactly what you needed. The size is not ridiculously big, it’s fairly tiny actually but given you haven’t had sex in a while, it suffices to stretch you out just fine. It’s new and exciting. The texture feels really nice, smooth, slipping perfectly right between your walls. It’s rather long, slightly curved, filling you in deep and teasing the spot that you could never even dream of reaching with your short ass fingers. And in no time (and you actually regret that) you’re on cloud 9, it’s a thought of the Santa that brought this blessing of a gift in your life that sends you there. You feel satisfied, content, fulfilled from the tip of your hair to your toes, smiling like an idiot because damn, that was a good orgasm.

Right this moment, you feel fine about using the present. About quickly having thought about him too because it’s not that much of a big deal. He won’t know about it. He doesn’t really seem to care about your sex life anymore (which is, ironically, a blessing). Therefore why should there be a problem? Why would there be?

Apparently, you’ve underestimated the crankiness of your attitude for the few weeks that passed before the phenomenal orgasm.

Apparently, you had been the worst kind of truculent bitch there is, to a level you didn’t even know you could reach (also no one told you!), because when Jungkook meets up with you, maybe after the third or fourth times of having used your lovely new companion, he noticed something has changed. Instantly.

“What’s going on?” He asks with a bright smile and excited shiny eyes as if he expects you to have great news to share.

“Nothing special...” Tilting your head to the side, you drag the words out as you try to think about it for a second, wondering if there’s something that needs to be told.

“Really?” He sucks on his banana yoghurt with eyebrows frowned, staring at you as if he’s studying you. Once the thing is empty, he tosses it in a nearby bin, crosses his arms on his chest and glares. He looks like a detective about to interrogate you. He would look intimidating if it were not for his lips, sucked in to gather the last taste of his yoghurt. “You look awfully happy.”

“Do I?” It makes you smile, shrug your shoulders. It doesn’t hit just then. It should be fine. He can’t unravel something that you don’t even have knowledge of, can he? But Jungkook is a little weasel. He loves to know everything.

Especially when it’s about you.

“You better not be seeing anyone-“ You should wonder where this is coming from, all of a sudden. Instead, you take offence, how dares he?

“What do you mean ‘I better’? I do what-“

“Without telling me? You better not.” He has that shit-eating grin, his signature brat's smile, because he knows you can’t reach over the table to smack him in the head without risking to tip over your drinks or dip your sleeve in soja sauce.

“Anyway. Nothing's going on.” For a second, a staring contest takes place on this convenience store's terrace. You’re not sure why. He’s daring you for no reason. Until his mouth twitches, wanting to smile and it makes you laugh so he follows along. “Were you not supposed to tell me about your next appointment?”

“Client Amy, yes!” It shouldn’t make you laugh to hear him name her like that as it’s been his trademark to mention his clients as if they were Pokémon trainers but it does.

You’ve always thought that it’s his very personal way of living this childhood fantasy of existing within the Pokémon universe. His life is full of potential trainers. Most of the time it’s just Client Enter the Name here but sometimes it’s Baker Jin -who’s not actually a baker but a salesman at his neighbourhood’s bakery-, there’s Dancer Hoseok, who’s the main dance partner of his best friend and Roommate Park Jimin. Sometimes he calls you Friend Y/N, it’s frustratingly funny. You hate that you spill at least a nose snort at each and every single one of his stupid jokes. His grin always grows ten times bigger, his eyes twinkle in a lovely way but you know that you are encouraging him. Encouraging him to be fucking annoying, like a little brother who’s just pushing unfunny jokes too far, just keep repeating them because he knows he can get a reaction. “She wants me to tattoo the dragon from Spirited Away on her arm-“

You gasp and he smiles even wider.

“I know, right? And I was thinking- to give it flow, I would have it- like fly through cherry blossoms.” Attentively, you listen, squinting a bit when he gets technical to try and picture the project you have a hard time making up alone in your mind.

Imagination and creativity have always been his thing. He had you impregnated with it long ago because he is too passionate and too much of a sharer to allow you to keep away from all arts -because you can’t hold a pencil straight without panicking at the idea of having to draw something- which you would have gladly done if it weren't for him. He’s the gifted one. And his drawings, either on paper, screen or skin, have always been a subject of huge admiration for you. You’re a bit ashamed to admit it but you’ve never really touched to anything really artistic. You often don’t really get it. But his stuff does something to you -and not only because you adore him but actually impartially. There’s no finesse, no pertinency, no trait nor emotion you’ve acknowledged and connected to better than the ones he creates. “You know this scene where he’s struggling against the little paper thingies and he’s flying through them and they’re going everywhere, I was thinking that, replace them with cherry blossoms. And there would be little petals like everywhere around it. Sounds cool?”

“It sounds fantastic.” You say honestly. You’re impressed by every single one of his projects. Always surprised, somehow, by the pieces he ends up making. Sometimes scrolling through the Instagram page he uses as a book, where he publishes his most elaborated, most expensive pieces and while recognizing his touch, the delicacy in his traits, the peculiar curls of certain lines, the overall feel to them, there’s always this sort of paradoxical disbelief. How could this kid make these and at the same time, who else but him to have made these?

Cute nose scrunches up.

“I’ll send you my drawings when I’m done with them.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He is mimicking you. Same pose with the head nod and the leg cross. Same tone and same expression apart from the discreet light dancing in his eye. “So what’s up? You needed to talk to me about something yesterday, didn’t you?”

It takes a second for you to remember as the drastic change in your mood makes it seem the distressed text you sent him yesterday, right when you left work, was written a whole week ago. You don’t remember very well having felt so stressed and pissed off, pushed to your very limits by useless co-workers, that you felt the urgent need to rant about it all, vent your anger and frustration out to him. He was busy and didn’t answer right away. You got home, find the comfort of your sweater sitting on the warm heater and the glorious stand of your dildo and it all went away, bad mood, headache, grudges.

Of course, it awakes a wave of shame within you. If you have been able to use it without feeling guilt nor embarrassment on your own, it’s something else to think about it in front of Jungkook. You’ve made sure not to think about this dildo in front of him ever. But here, it’s him recalling it to you without even knowing.

Whatever, you can pretend that everything’s normal. With a barely natural cough, and the even more suspicious dismissive wave of the hand, you try to kill the conversation, “It was just my coworker getting on my nerves again, it’s whatever.”

Jungkook is watching you soundly. It’s nothing unusual for him. He’s the kind of persons that lean in when they listen to you, you never know how conscious they are of it but it’s like they really mean to make you feel important and heard. Therefore it shouldn’t worry you, he’s just doing his usual thing.

It still makes you grow increasingly more nervous.

It is factual that it is never “whatever”. The topic of your stupid dumb bitch of a coworker messing with you has always been a pressing subject you, every now and then, more often than you’d like, needed to ramble about to anyone willing to listen because she tended to make your life a pure living hell. The job sucks in itself but she made it a hundred times worse. And here you are, dismissing it. How suspicious.

“When you texted me yesterday, I thought it was for something bad.” He starts, frowning and staring deep inside the empty cookie package sitting on the table. “Then I saw you earlier and I thought it was for something really good, because of your face.”

“What’s up with my face?” You try to play it cool. Play it nonchalant and oblivious. If you can’t see the aura of contentment he can visibly observe around you, surely you’ve seen the glow up your skin has encountered since you’ve started using this sex toy. Unexpected benefit of using it that wasn’t even listed on the box, the stress it’s relieved and the pleasure it’s given have just cleared your skin out. Unbelievable but true. And apparently, he noticed.

“I don’t know. You look really... contented.”

“Contented?”

“Yeah...”

You shrug, looking down, at the crumbs on your side of the table, praying silently that the embarrassment you feel creeping up your face doesn’t show. “I’ve been used to you looking tired and all but you look-“ Like every single once of misery has been fucked out of your system. “Lately, you look... good.” The chosen adjective makes you tilt your head. For so many reasons, you didn’t expect to hear this one and for similar reasons, you don’t understand what he means. Without having you saying aloud anything, he gets your dubious grimace and chuckles, “Rejuvenated, actually.” Even worse.

To simplify in a few words, you used to look like an old decrepit hag and now that you’ve been thoroughly fucked -by yourself technically but still- you look rejuvenated. A word literally no one ever uses in real life.

You detest that he’s probably right. And now, embarrassment is not creeping but actually moving in, with all its stuff and luggage. Hopefully though, again, it doesn’t show on your stupid youthful face. “Are my compliments making you blush?”

Great.

“You can’t make me blush, moron. And if you think those were compliments then-“ You give him big wide eyes of “well fuck” and of course he laughs at that.

“Indeed, I can’t make you blush.” He has his serious, investigating type of expression again. You almost expect him to fetch a little notebook out of his pocket and start scribbling observations while asking you more questions.

“What’s making you blush then?”

“I’m not blushing, it’s just hot.” His eyebrows jump in a rude disagreeing curve. You don’t get why. It can happen, to be hot outside, at the near end of Korea’s winter, while simultaneously having red and painful looking fingers on the verge of congelation desperately seeking warmth in your pockets.

And maybe because it’s not the first time, he’s getting better at catching the signs, at drawing the lines in between the clues. Your caricatural post-orgasm happy face, your systematic defensiveness whenever the conversation is leading somehow to your sexuality, the blatant tell of shame on your cheeks when there’s nothing else ever that embarrass you in front of him. There’s only the common cause missing and quickly, ignoring completely your attempts at diverting the conversation on something else, a giant light bulb turns on on top of his head. It brings the light of understanding through his eyeballs who suddenly look extra bright.

“You used it.” For a second, you consider packing up your things and just leave this fucking terrace along with the conversation. But you’re cold as fuck, the way home seems like too much torture to be going through alone.

Why are you like this?

Maybe there’s a vain hope that it will lead to some resolution. Some pleasant resolution. Maybe he won’t talk about it ever again if you just accept to have this conversation without showing the stubborn reluctance you’ve used each time.

“Yes, I did. So what?” His grin is blinding. It’s one of the very very wide, very very bright ones. So wide it shows all his teeth and it doesn’t even look like the cute bunny smile anymore. It’s the predatory grin. It’s intimidating to solely focus on therefore you chose to pick the corner of his eyes and the top of his nose, all wrinkled up that have anything but intimidation to them.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You grimace. Indeed. You have no idea because you don’t even fucking understand.

“You’re a weirdo.”

“I’m just happy you used my dildo.” You scoff and almost choke at both his phrasing and the way he so naturally says the word while you’re outside. There’s no one as dumb as you to sit outside with this weather but still, someone passing by could hear.

Maybe there’s no deep further explanation to look for. Maybe it’s literally as simple as him getting you a present and him being happy that you found usefulness to it. Like most people. People are saddened sometimes pissed when they flop with presents. Maybe it’s that simple.

“Don’t say it like that.” He cackles like a witch and you know, that once again he’s just messing with you, knowing exactly what to do or say to tickle your patience.

“So I can gather it was good?” The worse of the nervous wave has passed. He asks quite nonchalantly. Perhaps it’s your ego wanting that but you hate the idea that you’d find yourself in a situation where he’s clearly more adult than you -even if on so many levels he is. If he can talk about it then you can. Try. You can try.

“Hm. Was nice.” You kind of sound the way you do when as a teen your mom would ask you about your day and you just didn’t want to answer because of laziness, lack of interest, lack of willingness to share, but that will do. He nods, smiles with his lips tight, rather fondly.

“How many times did you use it?”

Taking a deep breath, you mumble, shrugging faux casualness, “A few times.” More like a dozen times but he doesn’t need the details, does he? He nods again, still smiling, taking in your answer.

“Cool.” And he’s satisfied. With the answer and the turns of events as it seems.

There you go, you did it.

You resolved the thing.

Now he can leave you alone with your fantasies and your -not his but your- dildo and there wouldn’t be any further occasion to bring it up. You might be a coward but it’s perfectly fine by you.

Sounds absolutely peachy.

If he chooses to play his part right.

A/N: oh myyy, we’re getting somewhere arn’t we? i really hope you enjoyed this part, let me know your thoughts, scream your frustration, i’m all ears (or eyes). next update will be a double one because the first part is quite short. hoping you’re excited. i wish you a beautiful sunday and a lovely week. take care, lots of lots love.

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