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[justdoingitforlove]

His Secret Lover

( Bakugou x Fem.Reader )

Not prove read so 🫡

Warnings: Angst, foul language throughout, use of violence, mentions of sexual assault, blood and gore mentioned, viewer discretion is advised.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki. Japan’s best hero. His popularity perceives him as to why you kept your relationship in the dark. For reasons like this. He was afraid And now his worst nightmare had just became reality.

“I’m gonna miss date night,”

His voice over the phone was full of exhaustion as he lays back on his office chair looking at all the papers on his desk.

“Again…”

“Oh it’s alright, love!” Your voice filled his heart only for it to break at the fact he’s missing yet another planned date night, “I’m glad you told me and didn’t leave me hanging.”

He scoffed and places his hand over his head, “Tsk, I wasn’t gonna miss this but I’ve got these files that these shitheads forgot to do so now I’m stuck with even more work then planned.”

“Don’t worry about, babe! It’s fine you’ve got work and I know it hasn’t been easy,” you sigh but still keep a smile, “I have to finish this dress tonight for Madame, anyways, so it will keep me entertained.” You smile in sarcasm and look at the unfinished dress that Madame expected to have done.

Katsuki chuckles but can’t help but clench his fist, annoyed at how well your taking this. Like it doesn’t phase you. He knows this week has kept him occupied from you and it hurts him that you still manage to put up with him. He has no idea what he did to deserve someone like you.

“Yeah well next time I’m making us the best dinner you’ve ever had!” He assured, with his snarky attitude.

“Oh really?” you voice filled with amusement.

“Oh yeah,” he responds in his raspy voice that creates goosebumps all over you, “And trust me. You won’t forget it.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggle, you cheeks turning a shade of pink at his comment.

“I gotta go, babe, this coworkers are gonna be the death of me,” you groan at the fact your two close coworkers arguing again, attempting to find the culprit of who broke the coffee maker.

“And in case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now” he chuckle at your exaggerated comment, “I love you more that you’ll ever wrap your head around.”

His smile that only you can ever get out of him grows, “I don’t want I did to deserve you.”

“Yeah your pretty lucky,” you agree, proudly.

“Oh whatever,” his smile fades at your response but he mumbles, “I love you most.”

You giggle and end the call until you realize the spot your still in. Crazy coworkers and an unfinished dress, how the gods have some plan for you.

He places his phone in his pocket and faces reality. Shitheads messed everything up. Why does he have to be the one to clean this up?

—

Time passes by and the sun slowly starts to set. Katsuki is halfway finished and he’s about ready to leave. That’s until his close friend runs into his office.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Katsuki looks up, too pissed to even notice his friends face.

“We just got a call from Deku’s Agency,” his face looks pale, “Bakugou it’s bad.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Katsuki’s voice is serious. “Kirishima! What the fuck does it mean!?” He is eager to know but the words won’t come out of his mouth. He opens his mouth as Katsuki get closer and pulls his collar. He wasn’t ready for the words that came out of his mouth.

“Bakugou, they got her.”

—

“Planned another date night?” Your close coworker, (RN) ask, curious.

“We did, but change of plans,” you sigh, focusing on the finale sew, leaning back against your fun spinning chair, “We both had to work late, so it wasn’t gonna work anyways.”

(R/N) couldn’t help but feel bad, “Well maybe after this, you wanna grab a bite at whatever’s open?”

“Y’know that new ramen place just opened and I have been dying to try it,” you gave cheeky smirk as she was offering. She smiled and nodded her head.

You finally get up to stretch you back and head to the fabric closet. You open and noticed some of the fabric you needed was missing.

“(R/N), did you and (O/N) use the rest of the red velvet?! You know I need to get this dress done by tonight,” you groan, grabbing the closest red you could get.

“(R/N)?” You ask, wondering why she didn’t answer. You close the door and wait again for a response. There is no way she didn’t hear you. You guys were supposed to be the last ones out of the building.

“Y-,”

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Before you could say anything, you were thrown to the ground by a huge explosion. You couldn’t hear from your right ear for the longest time as you were trying realize what happened. You look and see your coworker, dead. Your eyes widen as you desperately crawl over to her lifeless body. You open your mouth but heard nothing come out. You were surrounded by smog and blue fire. You could feel someone come from behind you.

It was dusty and your surroundings lacked oxygen. What happened? You couldn’t hear yourself scream in pain as you feel a sharp feeling in your left shoulder. Needles upon needles dug into your sink. You crying in pain as you pull it out one by one.

“Fuck!” You cry, “(R/N)! Oh my—“ you cover your mouth as you look at her body, “Please! Wake up! Damn it! Wake up!” Uncontrollable pain unfolds as the tears stream down your face. You look around trying to gain a balance. Weak knees, you sway up and hold on to wall, covering you mouth. Your coughs become constant and your losing sight. Fucking hell. You go toward the nearest exit and push the door open only to be pushed back but more blue fire. You scream out, angry and hurt.

“ANYONE! HELP PLEASE!” You scream until you collapse again at your feet, “H-help..” you cough out.

You fall to the grounds slowly except defeat. The last you see was a tall man walking up to you, slowly. Kneeling down and looks at you in pity.

“You have such a pretty face,” the voice speaks, touching your cheek. You swear they say something else but you blank into a deep sleep.

——

“Bakugou, you need to calm down—“

“CALM DOWN? You did NOT just tell me to calm down when the literal love of my life could be dead,” Katsuki slams his hands on his desk after pacing back and forth for what felt like hours.

“What is me standing around and being relaxed going to solve ANYTHING?!”

“IT KEEPS YOU FROM DOING ANYTHING RECKLESS!” Kirishima pushes him back before he could get closer to his face.

“KEEPS YOU IN PLACE AND KEEPS HER SAFE!”

“SAFE?!” Katsuki scoffs in disbelief, “HER SAFE IS BEING ANYWHERE BUT WITH THAT SICK BASTER, DABI.”

“Kacchan, you need to calm down if we want anything to get done!” The pro hero Deku, or others know him as Midoriya, speaks up.

“This isn’t just some assignment we can hand in, Deku!” Katsuki yells, annoyed he was butting in the conversation.

“But since you’ve made it your life mission to but in every conversation you hear, tell me this—why haven’t we’ve done anything?” Katsuki walks up to the kid he’s competing against.

“That’s because we don’t know what we’re are getting ourselves into,” Midoriya response. They stare at each for what seems like forever until Katsuki gets the better of himself.

“WHAT MORE IS THERE? WE KNOW—“

“NOTHING!” Midoriya cuts him off, “WE KNOW NOTHING. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT HE WANTS OR WHAT HE IS GOING TO DO NEXT.”

“SO LETS CATCH HIM DOWN! GET HIS LOCATION THEN—“

“THEN WHAT, KACCHAN?!” Midoriya’s voice cracks, “Then what? Attack him by putting, (Y/N)’s life at risk?”

Katsuki backs down and stays quiet, still pissed.

“FINE. LETS SAY, you find his location, right? You track him down, find him, he notices you got him then he sets everything a blaze, THEN WHAT? The minute you go and find them, BOOM. DABI kills her. Right on spot,” Midoriya has a serious tone and it freezes everyone in place, “You catch him but (Y/N) is what, dead!? We don’t know his game plan!”

The room is quiet for a long minute, until he speaks again.

“We know that only certain amount of people knew about your relationship with, (Y/N). No one said anything. So he must have been stalking her or you guys for a while.”

“He probably learned her routine and caught her off guard,” Kirshima mumbles.

“We have Uravity and Froppy on the scene right now and they located 1 dead body. It’s not (Y/N), just a really close coworker,” Midoriya speaks.

Katsuki blurs out the voices and is mind is full of questions. Since when was Deku in control of the mission to save HIS lover? Why were all of DEKU’S plans better than his own? They instantly disappear once Midoriya speaks again.

“I think we have a solid plan, Kacchan, but there are rules,” Midoriya speaks. He sounds so mature, when did he get so mature—wait. Rules.

“How dare you….” Katsuki voice gets low as he stares deep into the innocent green eyes. Midoriya’s eyes widen, “Threaten me…”

“COMMAND ME?!” Katsuki was a loud person but something about his tone melted the others into a puddle.

“I don’t trust you will keep her safe,” those crimson eyes are filled with to many emotions, “I don’t trust you enough to bring her back, ALIVE.”

“You can’t go solo on this mission. Not this time,” Midoriya’s time matches his. Katsuki was furious and filled with emotion that only you could help him control.

“I’m not willing to risk the life of someone who is close to me as she is too you.”

“Fine,” Katsuki agreed plainly, not wanting to waste more time arguing about pointless shit, “We will play your game. But if anything happens to her—,”

“Noting with, Kacchan,” Midoriya países him halfway, places a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “I give you my word.”

-

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-

A cry if pain is let out as you wake, feeling everything once again.

“LET ME GO—AAAHH—LET ME GO!” You beg, feeling uncomfortable as your tied on a pole, blinded from the world.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!”

“Oh how your so cute when you beg,” a deep unfamiliar voice speaks, sending you into shock.

“W-who are you?” Your voice is frightened but demanding, “What—what the HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!”

“Let me look at you, doll,” the voice echos in your head as you feel him getting closer to you, caressing your body as he makes sure his touch is all over you.

“Mmh, how could one hide such a beautiful body like yours.”

You feel his cold hands touch you as your are near bare skin, only half covered as your dress was nearly burned to crisp.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you bite back, getting a feel of the floor and stepping back. Still blinded from the blindfold, you still managed to sense him touch you in places you don’t want him near.

“I love the fight, babe, but c’mon,” he chuckles, his voice getting closer to your ear.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Your mind was pretty blurry after he knocked you down. You felt him inside you moments after, making you feel worse. All you could do was cry and scream, not enjoying any of it.

BREATH

.

BREATH

.

Was all you could do.

-

It wasn’t long after an explosion was heard next door. You had a feeling you were going to be saved. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want any of this. But what could you have done. Weak, sore, nothing was ever gonna be the same.

“FUCKER!” A voice of hope screamed. Katsuki’s voice.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!”

Damn it (Y/N) get up! You cry to yourself, feeling too vulnerable for your liking. You needed to get the hell out of there.

“Ahhh, we’ll if it isn’t Japan’s greatest hero,” Dabi chuckles, standing off you and looking toward Katsuki, still near you.

“Unfortunately you are not alone,” Dabi mutters, annoyed, but keeps his pride close.

“I SAID. GET. THE. HELL. AWAY FROM HER.”

“I’m guessing by your face, you two know each other,” Dabi smirks, responding sarcastically.

Before Katsuki could attack, Midoriya steps up.

“Let her go, Dabi,” Midoriya’s voice is cold as he holds back Katsuki.

“You really think you scare me, DEKU?” Dabi gets pissy.

“Don’t be stupid, Dabi. Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” Kirshima’s voice speaks from the back.

“She has everything to do with this,” Dabi’s voice gets louder, “She is the kryptonite to you ProHeros.” He looks down at you, running his fingers into your messed up hair.

“Lay another finger and I SWEAR—,”

“You swear?” Dabi looks back at Katsuki’s face. He can sense the fear and anger surrounding the room.

“Trust me there was more than that,” Dabi let’s out a cold chuckle, “And let me tell you she was exquisite~”

“I GONNA KILL YOU!” Katsuki couldn’t keep it in and slams Dabi on the floor.

“DEKU, GRAB HER,” Katsuki keeps Dabi on the floor and Midoriya rushes to you and get you out really fast. Everything was happening all at once. Fighting. Screaming. Blood. It was pure war. For only a second you could breath. Midoriya later you on a build while Katsuki had his foot on Dabi’s throat. Midoriya looks away for just a second. And quick second, just to see Katsuki’s eyes of anger and hate. Then it happen.

Dabi’s laugh is pure evil, “Guess my job is done.”

Before Katsuki could react, Dabi sets flames, causing Katsuki to let go of him. A loud boom echos and the flames die out fast. Just like that, Dabi is gone.

“FUCK!” Katsuki screams, but quickly realizes his current situation and goes toward Midoriya.

“(Y/N)—,” He paused himself, looking at the small body in the hands of Midoriya.

He swore the world when still, feeling the air escape his lungs making every breath harder to control. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“T-They shot her,” Midoriya sobs out.

“N-no—No, no, no, no, no NO,” A painful cry is let out of the so vulnerable Katsuki. He never cried like this before. He cried all the time with you, especially on your wedding day, but this—no. This was something else. His breath was staggered and his eyes were red. He was in the mind set of shock and emptiness. Like if everything he once was, died. And something in him did die. His sprit and life was short lived. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

He sweeps the girl off Midoriya’s hands so fast and hold her as if she was a new born. He mutter why as he grazed his finger tips on the rose smelt hair of the new shampoo you were eager to try. He remembers the smile you had and the live you showed when you ranted on and on about this chemical substance that can do wonders for your hair. No just a memory. And dead forgotten memory he now has to bring up to shed light at your funeral. Or to your parents when they find out their little girl is now dead at the hands of the hero that has protected millions—hell saved billions. But he just couldn’t save you.

“You gave me your word,” Was all that came out of him after a long and loud silence.

“What—,”

“You gave me your word, that if we did things your way—your stupid fucking plan— YOUR WAY. SHE. Would be safe!”

Katsuki didn’t stare at the green boy, his tears though not as nearly as red as Katsuki’s. He didn’t notice the hurt and shame that was already graved in this boy the minute he lost you. He only saw betrayal. Betrayal of trust he gave to his friend. For thinking for even a second, he had the right answer. He just needed someone to blame.

“I gave you my trust,” Katsuki spoke, still holding you but now he was standing.

“And she trusted me,” Katsuki’s let out a small sob before he spoke again, not taking his eyes away from you.

“I-I promised a date—I promised I would keep this away from her I-,” other word didn’t come out but a whimper. After was a scream.

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry!”

“No-,” Midoriya speaks, shaking his head as he attempts to comfort his friend. He hold his mouth. They were shocked. Torn from the innocent death of the Pro Hero Dynamite’s Secert Lover.

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A Crown of Roots and Ice

Epilogue

Warning: Death, mention of grief, flashforward, descriptive anxiety-inducing moments, mention of wounds.

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Author's note: The gif is not mine, as usual, it belongs to its owner/creator. This is my brainchild, the very first series I was able to finish writing IN MY LIFE. It took me three years, blood, sweat and tears, the love of all of my readers and the release of House of The Dragon for it to happen. I'm very proud of it, but that doesn't mean I won't change it someday ( by change it I mean rewrite some parts or add some things...) So thank you all for your support and your patience, I love you all very much.

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Extra : Before Brin’s birth

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For love never falters when memories fade

It was a dark, cold night when the lady of the castle awakened, drenched as if she had run for miles. Something deep in her bones ached in panic. The lady couldn't fathom the reason for such a fright.

Her breath came in short, laboriously working its way from her lungs to the cold chamber, leaving her in clouds.

Heart beating erratically in her throat and the feeling of an imminent danger lurking still vivid in her mind, the lady of the castle choose to rise from the warmth of her furs to take a short walk. Hopefully, checking on her sons would calm her nerves if she saw they were alright.

For they were to be safe and sound, of course.

It had been many moons since her nightmares plagued her sleeping moments every so often. Shadows slithering in the dead of night, bringing cold and ice in their tracks. A muted grey light flashed before a freezing feeling in her bones. Red wine splattering in the snow. For months, she'd been woken up with cold sweat ruining the furs for the night, short and panicked breaths waking Bran in turn.

There was nothing he could do to ease her fright on those nights.

For weeks Lady (Y/N) had made her sons sleep between her lord husband and herself. It took a long time for Bran to convince her that their guards were adequate to protect them from anything. Even then, he offered her a long knife for her name day.

"You won't need it." He'd whisper on her neck one night, fingers sliding up and down her naked arm, in his best effort to reconcile her with the night.

"Hmm…" (Y/N) had humoured Bran but never took the knife from under the pillows. He never asked for her to either.

It was silly that the thing made her feel at ease when she slept alone in their room. For Bran was gone. Back to his duties once more. (Y/N) made her way silently in the castle's halls toward her son's shared room. Bran's knife swiftly concealed in her sleeping gown and furs still failed to ease her mood. The two guards were posted at the entrance, and a simple nod was given to her when she entered.

Her free hand had slithered its way to her belly, where a soft bump was starting to show.

Brin and Aeron were sleeping like she knew they would. Brin had his father's features, even at six years of age. Aeron held more of you, from your complexion to his mannerism. Nagga and Aeron's pup, Leviathan, named after one of their mother's many stories, curled at the feet of the boy's respective beds.

Nagga was the only one to open an eye when (Y/N) sat in the rocking chair near the door. She shushed him passing by, holding one of his ears gently between her fingers before settling. Covering herself with the embroidered duvet Meira had gifted her at Aeron's birth, the lady of the castle let her anxiety diminish at the sight of her sleeping sons.

Breaths evening to a slow, repeating rhythm, eyes growing heavy with the lack of stimulation, (Y/N) let herself get caught in the room's darkness and the duvet's warmth, finding herself floating in comfort for the first time in too many nights.

It was a bit later that the lady's eyes opened once more. Now in the shadowed room of her children. Her heart was racing, sweat rolling down in beads from the nape of her neck to her spine, yet an aching cold held the room captive. Her breath once more elevated before her eyes, paler in the room's darkness than the rest.

Lady (Y/N)'s eyes travelled from her eldest son's bed -closer to the door- then to her secondborn, farther away, scanning for anything moving that shouldn't be there. Nothing. She tried to bring warmth back to her nose. The room was colder than when she'd entered it.

A light 'thud' from outside made her heart in a tormenting frenzy, faster than it had already been. Instinctively, her hand clenched around the knife's handle and tossed the duvet aside as she rose from her seat. Her furs followed next. Arms free to move as she pleased, only encombered by the nightdress she wore. Moving from the rocking chair to stand closer to her eldest son's bed, she took the stance Bran showed her when she'd asked.

(Y/N) made sure, however, not to stand in front of the door, so she could keep the element of surprise like Walton had taught her long ago. Nagga and Leviathan stood right in front of the door, the fur around their neck raised and low growls escaping their throat.

Nagga moved first, jumping on the door (Y/N) hadn't known being opened. The dog must have surprised whoever had been on the other side, for a yelp echoed on the stone walls as the creature lashed at them.

A clatter soon followed the chaos, and a shadow slithered its way inside the room, slashing Leviathan's neck as it pounced toward it. Cutting its roar short, leaving only the wet choking sound of air and blood mixing.

Lady (Y/N) didn't need more time to think when she jumped forward, slashing with all her might at the grayish shadow before her. It tried to attack her too, but (Y/N) jumped back just like her older brother had once shown her. It stopped for a second, and the lady took action once more. Dark glare met icy cold emptiness for the first time before combat was launched.

Grabbing a limb and twisting to turn it towards her. She'd managed to pierce the skin, she thought, when a heavy hand threw her aside.

Cold consumed her ribs like a lake suddenly becoming ice, and the shock of her back meeting the stone cut her exhale short, and a cry escaped the woman's lips before she could stop it, but she made no movement to feel the injury. 'Must not show weakness.' Walton had once said. She hadn't had the chance to take a new breath or regain her sense of orientation when something heavy sat on her chest.

Lady (Y/N)'s hands rose instinctively toward those of her attacker. She caught them before the blade could break the skin of her neck, yet she could still feel the coldness of it too close to her throat for her comfort. Unable to release one hand to grab her knife, she tried using her legs to destabilize the thing on her.

"Mother!"

Nagga's growls and sharp calls must have woken the boys, (Y/N) knew it. The sobs she could hear were those of Aeron.

With a new desperation, she pushed the hands farther up and grabbed her knife, knocking the blade with her arm as she struck. Icy cold with yet a fiery warmth following it flowed in the armed she used as a shield, the weapon stuck in her shoulder, and a grunt left the lady. She didn't try to cower, instead trying to strike once more.

Aiming to hurt or destabilizing over killing just yet. It managed to push its damned blade deeper inside her shoulder despite the lady's trashing around.

Pushing what was over her to the side, she struck it again in the head. Then, again and again, she made sure it stayed down before turning to her sons.

"Stay here." Her breath was coming in short, and she must have twisted her ankle while falling, for pain shot through it as she walked.

The lady exited the room to join a whining yet still growling Nagga on the other side. It was slowly losing its battle against the assassin, blood wetting its fur as it had Leviathans.

Making the best of the crouched position her assailant was in, Lady (Y/N) lunged toward it and struck again, aiming for the face.

Once again, cold erupted in her, the lungs incapable of drawing breath for a short time. The assassin had lodged its blade under her breast. (Y/N) moved before it could remove the weapon and kicked at the creature to keep it away.

The commotion had risen the guards toward the boy's room, and soon, the second assassin was eliminated. All happened in a blur, and the lady was removed before it could resolve itself completely. With the danger now taken care of, she could barely stand alone and was forcefully escorted back to her room. Standing between two tall guards making her feel like she was a little girl again. They could not contain her before getting the maids to bring her sons and Nagga.

Apparently, they removed the bodies of the intruders and burned them. The two guards and Leviathan were brought out of the room to be given proper funerals. When mother and sons were finally bunched together, safe, warm and loved, the lady kissed both her boy to sleep.

While being fussed over by maesters, Lady (Y/N) asked for a crow to be sent to her husband. "So he'd be informed of the situation."

She also asked for her brother Urion to be sent a messenger informing him of the situation. Breathing was becoming laborious, and her cough sounded wetter by the minute.

In the letter addressed to her brother, the maester wrote that lady (Y/N) had not been conscious when her death occurred. Sleeping with her children, exhausted from the battle and the blood loss. It was also written to the man that Bran was yet to know about his wife's death, as his crow left four hours before Urion's.

Brin and Aeron cried their little heart out when a maid ushered them out of their mother's cold embrace once the sun came out. Maester somberly nodded their heads as they covered the lady of the castle's face.

Bran could remember the funerals held for her. The crown of roots placed on her hair, a dress in the Stark's colours and a blanket of her family's crest placed as if she was resting beneath it. He could remember the cold in his chest as he watched the fire take her form.

The empty hole it left in his heart as he clenched his son's shoulders.

He could feel the brief warmth of tears rolling on his face before the wind turned them into ice droplets.

Bran could also remember -being shaken as he was sitting in the chariot trailing him to King's Landing- the imagery of a Lady carved in the rocks. He could still see the stone sepulture, both as it was first and as he saw it when he was a boy. The eroded face was once detailed as his aunt was. The sculpture's hands crumpled from the touch of those her loss had hurt the most.

Bran could remember all those things of the ghost he saw that night when winter had lost. But he hadn't found anything relating her story in the archives of the Starks. Brandon's wife had never been mentioned. Only his firstborn Brin, well, Brandon, was named.

Bran could remember that her statue was the only one made with a crown.

And it made his heart soar.

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Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

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NSFW

Yandere!Dragon Hybrid that protects his pregnant mate with violence, ready to tear apart anyone that comes close to where they’re nesting.

He’s keeping you on his bulging cock to keep both of you warm as the snow rages on outside.

Soft purrs leave his throat, his claws running over your swollen belly as his scarlet eyes stare down at you with utter adoration. Cumming inside is the only option for him! You have to be claimed after all!

The decorations in the cave are a bit unsettling, but you get used to the human skulls and bones of unknown origin eventually.

Besides that, it’s quite beautiful, with jewels and gold glittering all around, he’s quite proud when you take notice of his hoard, and adores to ravish you when you’re wearing some of the treasure he’s collected!

Only the finest silk and softest blankets are used to build your nest, along with fabrics he’s cum all over! After all, his scent should soothe you, he’s your mate!

Defending you and keeping you safe are his top priorities. He’ll bring home his kills like a house cat bringing you a mouse, confused on why you cry and scream when he drops a mauled human in front of you.

He worked so hard to protect you, don’t you love him? Aren’t you proud? It hurts his feelings a little… but he once heard from a human that happy wife equals a happy life, so he spoils you to make up for it.

Pampering you comes at a close second on his list of priorities.

Your belly is so swollen with his child that eventually, walking becomes hard! He does everything for you. Hunting, cooking, bathing you, it’s all to show his love and utter devotion to you, his everything.

[cockaiine]

Gojo the womanizer, they called him.

Yeah, ‘he will break your heart’, you were told.

But they don’t see the look in Satoru’s eyes when you tug at his arm when you ask him to stay the night. No one knows how he kisses your forehead every night, restless until he makes sure you’re asleep.

Your friends warned you, they told you he fucks girls for fun. But they never warned you of the intimacy his grip holds, or the softness in which he huffs your name, calling you as if you were the last girl alive. No one warned you you’d find yourself stuck in his arms every morning, kept close like you’re life itself.

You knew Satoru’s a busy man, everyone presumed he’s busy fooling around with someone else. But you know better. You’re the only one who sees him wounded, muttering that he’s fine, it’s just a scratch, but hissing whenever the cotton dips at his skin.

His blue eyes were dangerous, you were told—and they are, in all the ways you weren’t told. They’re sweet, caring, and lost. He’s not sure what he’s doing, he doesn’t know right from wrong, and he thinks of you as an anchor. You used to think his eyes were crystals, bland and rich and hard to reach. But Satoru’s eyes were an ocean, behind them hid a thousand lives in a man who is not thirty yet.

Satoru brings you flowers every Thursday, a different arrangement from last week, and tells you it’s a good day to celebrate having you in his life. Satoru apologizes when you sneeze because you’re allergic to one of these flowers—he spends the next week making it up to you until it’s Thursday again.

You’d been told he’ll dump you over text, but whenever he’s away on a mission he texts you to make sure you know he loves you. To make sure that you love him. He promises you he’s gonna kiss you until you pass out when he’s back, he tells you he can’t sleep without your snores, he swears he’s going to lose his mind if he can’t see you for much longer.

Satoru listens to every word you say, memorizing every note your voice rises and committing it to memory. He remembers every topic you discuss, every movie you talk about, every pet you gushed over, and even every problem you complained about. But his favorite? Oh, the way you moan his name, trying to hold back but it comes out sobbed and pitched and desperate. He loves it so much he hears it even in his dreams, waking up needy and clinging to you.

And oh, people sing of the miracle he is in bed, chanting of how good they hear he is. But he’s clueless; unsure how to please you, afraid he’d get things wrong. It’s so sweet, really, the way he studies your face, waiting for confirmation that yes, he can continue. That he’s making you feel good.

You heard people say they’d never seen him with the same girl twice, but today you celebrate your second anniversary. Your third anniversary. Your fourth anniversary, when he insists you celebrate at home, unlike every year. Where he gets down on one knee in your backyard, asking you with keen eyes to make him the happiest man alive.

‘Oh, but he’s not a family man,’ You’ve been warned, ‘he’s so busy, your family would be a mess!’ But he swears he won’t be happy until he gets a kid with your eyes. Satoru holds your hand every night, reminding you that he wants to have children and watch them grow with you, promising you you’d be a happy family until the very end of your days.

He’s the strongest, you were told. You told him to stay, you told him it’s too dangerous to go. But he promised he’d come back, what could possibly go wrong? He is the strongest, after all, that’s what all the tales of him tell.

But everything else they said was a lie, and this was no exception. You swore you loved Gojo Satoru, but you’ve never hated him more than when you received news of his death, a baby in your stomach, only three months away. Even when you weep over his coffin, begging him to come back, promising him you’d never be mad at him again, promising him you’d never keep him up late again, promising him you’d never stand in his way again, he doesn’t. 

You don’t regret Gojo Satoru, you never could. But you wonder to yourself every night, what would you tell the little one growing in you? That her father was a legend? Would she understand that?

[nkogneatho]

widowed nanami who quits management job and opens a bakery after your name when you die. usually people try to forget their pain, and it is a human emotion to avoid things that bring them discomfort. but nanami kento defies that psychology.

people come every now and then pondering at the art on the walls. you always loved lilies so he drew them himself. he is not very artistic and the lines are a bit crooked, but it is still alluring.

he loves you to the point he dedicated a day in his bakery after you. cheesecake day. because it was the first thing he baked for you at the start of your relationship and you loved it so much. on this day, he prepares all kinds of cheesecake you adored. anything grabs attention of youngsters and social media quickly so they promote his shop and soon there is a big line outside waiting for the famous cheesecake. you'd be so happy if you were there.

he never wanted to forget you to be honest. what is the point in letting go of the one thing that keeps him alive? you are his every thought. every feeling. without you he is just a man with flesh and bones. no heart.

he has your engagement and vacation pictures mounted on the wall. when the customers ask how are you doing? he just smiles and goes "she's resting. i'll be next to her soon. i'll be home."

[imclou]

Hello @spadillelicious, just letting you know that your boys are still living rent free inside my head.

So i read Chapter 14 yesterday, let's just say i thought i was out of fanart ideas and i was terribly WRONG

|| Character Sheet ||

because i keep forgetting what colors to use

||Bonus ||

[killuintense]

i always liked the adult versions of Leon, but this is another level omgf if i had him in front of me i would suck him until my knees bleed 🙏

cr: anglehands on x ‹𝟹

[spadillelicious]

Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand. 

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh. 

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care. 

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view. 

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock —  he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

[murderofravens]

finally got this leon with some hairy arms but now i can't stop having insane thoughts about him with chest hair... mmffgghnnnhhh

dilfy old man leon makes brain go brrrrrr...

[sourlemonadez]

They're absolutely not normal about you

Older art I decided to render! Had a lot of fun with it :D

Love, Death and Rollerskates belongs to the one and only @spadillelicious , go read the fic guys, it's fire

[theredhood-jasontodd]

*Jason is casually searching around the room*

Dick: Hey Jason, what’re you looking for?

Jason: My will to live.

*Y/N walks into the room*

Jason: Oh, there it is.

[mulatto-macchiato]

Don't trip, klutz.

this crazy sun guy is hot such a dick to my sweet moon bby

I once tried toe stopping like Sun as a kid. landed on my face.

shin bones? still missing

I've wanted to draw these guys for a long while now. They give me brainrot. UGH, I love these boys so much!!~ (i uncuffed Sun's sleeves cause the foreground one was trying me omg)

Love, Death and Rollerskates -> @spadillelicious

READ THE FIC

(close up + flat color under cut)

[soupdweller]

@spadillelicious i love your au so much

also i couldnt stop laughing at them skating across the screen so have this gif:

speedpaint under cut~