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nickeverdeen · 1 year ago

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arcane charaters with knowing the reader has a crush on them and like them back? How ould they react?

Arcane characters knowing reader has a crush on them and their feelings are mutual

Vi's tough persona doesn't disappear, but it softens into a teasing banter

She might playfully tease you about your crush, often accompanied by a smirk or a wink

Vi, being a protector by nature, would subtly demonstrate her care for you

Whether it's offering an extra jacket in the cold or keeping an eye out in crowded situations, she shows her protective side

Vi would actively seek out opportunities to spend time with you, engaging in shared adventures or missions

These situations allow her to be close to you while maintaining a sense of camaraderie

Vi, known for her straightforwardness, would genuinely show interest in your thoughts and feelings

She might ask about your day or share aspects of her own life, fostering a deeper connection

While not overly affectionate, Vi might incorporate subtle touches—a hand on the shoulder or a reassuring pat

Or the cupcake moment she did with Caitlyn

These gestures convey her comfort with you and add a layer of intimacy to your interactions

Vi may initiate friendly challenges or competitions, showcasing her competitive side

It's a way for her to bond with you and share moments of triumph or friendly banter

As the mutual feelings deepen, Vi might find herself gradually opening up about her own vulnerabilities and past

This creates a sense of trust and intimacy between her and you

Vi's loyalty extends to you, and she becomes a reliable source of support

Whether it's standing up for you in tough situations or providing a listening ear, she ensures you know she's there for you

Vi's affection is expressed in more subtle ways

A genuine smile, a lingering look, or a thoughtful gesture—these moments showcase the depth of her feelings without compromising her tough exterior

Although she will definetly flirt with you

Vi becomes comfortable in shared silences with you

These moments, where words are unnecessary, speak volumes about the connection they share

Caitlyn

Caitlyn maintains her professional demeanor but subtly lets her guard down around you

She still prioritizes her duties but might show a softer side in your interactions

Caitlyn engages in conversations that encourage you to share your thoughts and feelings

She's genuinely interested in getting to know you on a personal level

Caitlyn discovers and explores shared interests with you

Whether it's enjoying a mutual hobby or discussing topics they both find intriguing, she creates connections beyond their professional relationship

Caitlyn, in her own reserved way, expresses admiration for your qualities

She may offer subtle compliments, acknowledging your skills or unique attributes

Despite her busy schedule, Caitlyn carves out quality time to spend with you

Whether it's shared meals or quiet moments, she values their time together

Caitlyn becomes a reliable and trustworthy presence for you

Her commitment to upholding justice extends to ensuring the well-being and happiness of those close to her

Caitlyn's protective instincts may surface subtly

She might take extra precautions or subtly intervene if you find yourself in a challenging situation

Caitlyn, though reserved, allows moments of vulnerability to surface

She may share personal stories or experiences, allowing you to see a more genuine side of her

In a composed manner, Caitlyn acknowledges the mutual feelings between them

She might express her sentiments indirectly or through actions, allowing you to understand the depth of her feelings

Caitlyn shows her affection through thoughtful gestures

Whether it's a small gift, a handwritten note, or acts of kindness, these actions reflect her appreciation for you

Jinx

Jinx thrives on playful banter and teasing

She'd likely playfully taunt you about your crush, using a mix of sarcasm and genuine interest, creating a dynamic and unpredictable atmosphere

Jinx would involve you in her mischievous escapades

From planning pranks on Sevika or Silco to causing a bit of chaos together, these shared adventures become the backdrop for their budding connection

Jinx might enjoy the thrill of secret rendezvous with you

Sneaking away for clandestine meetings adds an extra layer of excitement to their relationship

While maintaining her tough exterior, Jinx may allow occasional glimpses of vulnerability

These moments could be brief and fleeting, revealing a more complex side to her personality

Jinx's expressions of affection may be unconventional

Instead of traditional gestures, she might gift you something quirky or set up unexpected surprises that align with her unpredictable nature

Jinx, in her own impulsive way, may unexpectedly come to your aid or defend you when the situation calls for it

Her actions reflect a sense of protective loyalty

Jinx seeks out experiences that provide an adrenaline rush

Whether it's daring stunts or exploring abandoned places, she involves you in activities that fuel your shared thrill-seeking tendencies

Jinx communicates a lot through body language

From playful nudges to intense eye contact, her expressions convey a range of emotions that add depth to their interactions

Jinx's emotions can be unpredictable, swinging between intense passion and moments of vulnerability

You experience the full spectrum of her feelings, creating a unique and dynamic connection

Jinx's loyalty to you is fierce

She stands by you in moments of chaos, showcasing her dedication and willingness to go to extremes for those she cares about

Jayce

Jayce would be naturally friendly and approachable, making you feel comfortable in his presence

His charismatic nature would shine through, creating an inviting atmosphere

Jayce would actively seek out shared interests with you, whether it's in the realm of technology, innovation, or personal hobbies

He sees these commonalities as opportunities to deepen the connection

Given Jayce's intellectual pursuits, he'd engage you in meaningful conversations

From discussing the latest inventions to exploring ideas and theories, he values stimulating intellectual exchanges

Jayce would be genuinely supportive of your endeavors

Whether it's personal goals or professional aspirations, he encourages and believes in your potential, providing a strong pillar of support

Jayce, with a thoughtful nature, might express his affection through small gestures

Whether it's surprising you with a meaningful gift or arranging a special experience, he invests effort in making you feel valued

(And yes I do realize I keep writing “Wheter” 🥲)

A touch of chivalry might be present in Jayce's interactions

He could exhibit traditional gestures of politeness and consideration, reflecting his respect and admiration for you

Jayce will 100% flex his muscles from time to time when you’re alone

While maintaining a respectful tone, Jayce might engage in occasional flirtatious banter

His charm manifests through playful remarks and subtle compliments, adding a layer of romantic tension

Jayce recognizes the importance of quality time in building a connection

Whether it's shared meals, outings, or quiet moments, he ensures you have meaningful experiences together

Jayce is attuned to your emotions and needs

His empathetic nature allows him to understand and navigate the complexities of your feelings, fostering a deeper emotional connection

While maintaining a level of professionalism, Jayce may display subtle forms of public affection

A reassuring touch, a shared smile, or a glance that communicates your connection without being overly conspicuous

Ekko

Ekko's interactions would be filled with playful banter and teasing

He enjoys keeping the atmosphere light-hearted and fun, making you comfortable in expressing your feelings

Ekko would actively involve you in his adventures and experiments

Whether it's exploring new hextech creations or navigating the undercity together, he values shared experiences

Given Ekko's interest in hextech, he might engage you in collaborative projects

Working together on inventive ideas becomes a way to bond and strengthen your connection

Ekko, as a natural inventor, might surprise you with unique and thoughtful inventions

These surprises reflect his creativity and the effort he puts into making you feel special

Ekko's time-manipulating abilities may add an interesting twist to your interactions

He might create moments where time seems to slow down, emphasizing the significance of your connection

Ekko is perceptive and empathetic

He pays attention to your feelings and is understanding of your emotions, creating a supportive environment for open communication

Ekko's adventurous spirit means that he actively seeks out exciting and daring activities

Whether it's exploring hidden places or taking on challenges, he involves you in his quest for excitement

Despite his playful nature, Ekko is capable of having deeper conversations

He might share his thoughts and feelings, creating moments of emotional intimacy that strengthen your bond

Ekko might express his feelings through physical affection, such as playful nudges, high-fives, or even inventive ways of showing closeness without being overly romantic

Ekko sees the relationship as an opportunity for mutual growth

He encourages you to pursue your interests and supports you in your endeavors, fostering a sense of personal and collective development

Viktor

Viktor values deep and meaningful conversations

He would engage you in discussions about innovation, progress, and your personal interests, creating a connection through shared intellectual pursuits

Recognizing your passions and talents, Viktor might involve you in collaborative projects

Working together on scientific or technological endeavors becomes a way to strengthen your bond

Both driven by a desire for progress, Viktor and you would share a common vision

You collaborate on projects that contribute to the betterment of Zaun and Piltover, emphasizing your shared goals

Despite his stoic exterior, Viktor is empathetic

He provides emotional support to you, understanding the complexities of your feelings and offering a steady presence during challenging times

Viktor might express his affection in subtle and thoughtful ways

Whether it's a shared moment of silence, a reassuring touch, or a small, meaningful gesture, these actions convey his feelings

Viktor and you would reflect on the progress of your relationship and personal growth

He values a partnership where both individuals contribute to each other's development

Viktor's strategic mindset extends to relationship dynamics

He might plan thoughtful dates or experiences, considering your preferences and creating moments that deepen your connection

Viktor understands the balance between ambition and personal life

He ensures that you feel valued and prioritized, demonstrating that your relationship is an integral part of his life

Viktor sees the relationship as an opportunity for continuous learning and growth

Whether exploring new areas of science or embracing personal interests, they embark on a journey of discovery together

Despite the seriousness of his work, Viktor would appreciate the importance of light-hearted moments

He might engage in occasional humor or playful activities, allowing the relationship to have a well-rounded dynamic

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jjkilll · 1 year ago

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-—✫UNTIL THE END OF TIME | JJK✫—-

warning: this is completely fictional. this story details personal injuries infilicted upon a main charater. reader discretion is advised. please read all warnings before proceeding. 18+

— pairing | ex-fiancé/idol jungkook x y/n

— summary | six months after you two broke up, you realized life's too short to not hold each other until the end of time.

— warning | personal injury (car accident), mentions of blood and surgery, a coma brought on by personal injury, mentions and the planning of marriage, pwp (big time), smut, reader giving jk a handjob, cum eating(?), spit(?), ass slapping (jk can't control himself)

— word count | 3.9K

— song | until the end of time - justin timberlake (this is gonna ruin the tour)

— a/n: flashback in bold, enjoy!!

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your phone rings waking you quickly. you at up answering your phone. “i’m sorry to wake you, is this y/n l/n?” a man asks through the phone. “yes, is there something wrong?” you ask eyes barely open.

“unfortunately, yes. i’m dr. hill, your fiancée has been in an accident. will you come down and provide some extra information for me?” he asks sincerely.

“what?! is he okay? is he awake?” you sit up. “um, i think it’s best if i share this news in person.” your heart drops.

you stand quickly throwing on some clothes. “i’m coming. i’m on the way.”

you and jungkook had been broken up for six months. you broke off your engagement. he really didn’t want you to go.

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you asked him to go with you to ask your friend to be in your wedding. you planned a lunch and jungkook never showed. you watched the clock tick and the time pass and nothing but radio silence. you tuck the handwritten letters back into your bag.

you got home and jungkook was passed out on the couch. you woke him, “hey go get in bed.” he stands barely awake, and walks into the bedroom flopping down onto your bed.

you walk past him into the bathroom. “where were you?” he mumbles. “lunch with my friends.” you say simply, taking the pins out of your hair.

“until 7 pm on a thursday? what for?” he asks. you sigh continuing to take your hair down from its high ponytail style. you don’t say anything until he groans lifting himself on the bed walking over to the bathroom door and standing in the frame. “what's wrong?” he asks you cluelessly which angers you. “nothing.” you say very monotone.

“you’re mad. why are you mad?” you don’t say anything and continue looking at yourself in the mirror. “i’m not.” you say simply. “ you aren’t even looking at me.” he grabs at your waist and you pull away. “stop.” you say moving away. “can you just tell me what’s wrong? i’m too tired for this shit.” he spits and that’s your final straw. you we so upset with him, that you didn't say anything at first trying to make sure you didn't say anything you didn't mean.

“today was the day we were supposed to ask my friends to be in the wedding and you didn’t even show. i sat there like a dumbass checking the clock hoping you’d show up. you didn’t. you didn’t even call. so yea, it’s very fucking clear that you’re too tired for this shit.” you motion back and forth between the two of you.

“you know damn well that’s not what i meant. i’m sorry babe, things just got so hectic today,” he explains.

“then a text would have eased my mind,” you spoke.

“i was busy, baby. what do you want me to say? you know what i do prepping for a comeback isn't easy.”

“whatever jungkook.” you dismiss him not trying to get more upset.

“did they all say yes?” he asked sitting on the edge of the tub. “i didn’t give them the letters.” you say simply. “why not?” he asks. “because i need more time.” he raises his brow. “for?” he presses.

“to think. see if this is something i even need to do.” you spit.

“what does that mean?” he asks standing up beside you. “jungkook, you haven’t put your input in. you haven’t seen the venue. you don’t care about the colors and you can’t even show up to a fucking lunch. yes, i know how hard it is to prep for a comeback, but planning a wedding by yourself is bullshit. we haven’t had sex in four weeks. you don’t want this relationship as bad as i do.” you explained.

“i want you more than anything.” he says. “then you’d make time! you'd act like it! i don’t ask for weekly dinners, and i don’t complain when you get home at 3 am and leave at 6 am. but, this is different. this is our marriage. i can’t help but think this is what our marriage will be. i’ll just keep waiting on you to find a balance for this shit, the whole world gets everything you got and i just get your last name. i sit at home and watch you create a life without me. that’s why i need to think jungkook.” you finally turn and look at him.

your eyes brimming with tears. “baby, i’ll figure it out i promise. it won’t be like this forever.” you shake your head as your tears fall. “you don’t know that. you know know your job is ever changing. i love you, i do, and i know how much your job means to you. i would never ask you to choose me over your job, but i make time for you even in my schedule. i’m a personal assistant for an idol. I’m gone just as much as you are.” you explain tears choking you up. he pulls you close and you sob in his arms. “what's wrong with me? why can't you make time for me?”

you take a deep breath, “i can’t do this anymore.” you realize he’s crying too. “don’t say that. please don’t say that.” he begs. “i’m sorry jungkook.” you back away from him. you hate how quick he is to let you go. you twist the beautiful ring jungkook gave you months ago, off your finger. you place the ring in his palm. “please,” he looks down at you. “i’m sorry.” you say walking back into your bedroom. you walk into your closet grab clothes and shove them into a duffle. “you don’t have to go tonight. just stay.” he pleads.

“i’m sorry, baby, please. please don't leave.” he cries. you move faster sobbing, you hated hearing him cry. your chest is heavy, as you cry so hard it’s hard to breathe. he walks into the closet and hugs you tight. “please don’t leave me. i don’t want to be alone tonight. please if you want to leave i have to be okay with letting you go, but i want you, i need you to know that I'm not giving up on us. just one more night. stay with me one more night, let me know you're not giving up on me.” you cry. you want to fall apart. “okay.” you say. he hugs you and doesn’t let go. he holds you so tight and so sure. his hands are shaking as he pulls you in. you get this feeling in your gut, you need space and so does he. one night only.

he finally lets go and holds your hand. you strip yourselves of your clothes and lay in bed holding each other, both of you praying this wasn’t the last time you'd hold each other so close.

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you arrive at the hospital. “jeon jungkook.” you speak to the front desk clerk. “relationship?” she asks. “umm, he’s my-my fiance.” she types quickly as you flash your id. “room 613,” she says.

you speed to the elevator taking it up to the sixth four. you look around the floor and run up to the door. you look through the small cut-out of glass. he’s just lying there, an oxygen mask on his face. tears start to pour from your eyes.

“oh my god” you back up starting to panic. “ma’am?” a doctor calls. you turn. “i’m doctor hill. are you his fiancee?” you nod. “yes, please tell me what happened.” you beg. “unfortunately, he was on the expressway southbound, and it seems that he lost control of his motorcycle, he ran into the back of a semi. he’s helmet saved him from any brain damage, but he is having a hard time breathing on his own as he’s punctured his left lung. he hasn’t woken up since we put him under anesthesia, the surgery was a success.” he explains looking at the file in his hands.

“he’s in a coma?” you ask. he nods sincerely. “he is alive and stable, but we aren’t sure when he will come out the the coma, it could be days, maybe months.” you began to sob. “i’m so sorry.” your soul is fading, it was hard to believe. you walk back up to the glass. you stare at him and curse yourself for ever leaving his side. you open the door and walk up to him. you just look at him, and tears fall. he has a black eye and some stitches about his eyebrow.

“i’m so sorry, baby.” you sob quietly. you hold his hand and sob harder when he doesn’t do the double squeeze he’d usually do. you kiss his cheek. “i’m not going anywhere. i’ll be right here i promise.” walk to the other side lay down your purse in the chair and push it to his bedside. you sit laying your head beside him. you gripped his hand and held it tightly.

you didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep until a nurse awakes you. “i’m sorry, here’s his belongings.” she hands you a clear bag with jungkook’s stuff inside. grab the back sitting up and opening it. his jacket was covered in blood, which made your eyes brim. his wallet you noticed something poking out of it. you pulled out a small polaroid of you and him on your first date. you wore disguises and went to six flags. you’d ask another couple to take the photo after you got off the batman ride. you smile reminiscing about how much fun you both had that day.

at the bottom of the bag is a chain with a ring on it, your ring. it was covered in blood as well. you sob, the nurse turns after checking on jungkook. “i’m so sorry ma’am. is there anything i can do for you. are you hungry? coffee?” you shake your head thanking her anyway before she leaves.

you undo the chain sliding your ring off. you hold it up walking over to the sink, washing and drying it, your tears still falling. you slide the ring onto your finger, holding it close to your chest. you walk over to your chair sitting and laying next to him again. “please wake up. please.” you beg.

you wish you never left his side. this was your fault, you thought to yourself. somehow, some way you had a feeling you could've stopped this.

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it had been three weeks since the accident. you were at the hospital every day since. you called your mom to pack a bag for you with everything you needed. your boss a friend of jungkook’s understood, telling you to take how long it took for jungkook to get better.

“good morning aundra.” you speak to the nurse you have grown closer with since being there. “morning darling!” she says cutely. “i’m happy to see you in a better mood today.” she speaks. “yea dr. hill says jungkook can breathe on his own. he’s getting stronger.” you explain. “i know. you’ve got a trooper on your hands for sure.” she smiles.

a few hours later you’re on facetime with the boys telling them how much jungkook has been progressing since they saw him the first time. they sigh a sigh of relief. “he’s so strong guy. we know he’ll be back and kicking as soon as he wakes up. you nod, telling them you were going to try to sleep before the next nurse came to check on him telling them you’d talk to them later.

you lay your head on his lap looking at him. “my pretty boy. you’re so strong. you know i never understood this part of you. you take on so much and come back so strong. you are otherworldly, baby.” you kiss his hand and stand going to nap on the bench across the room. you lay down slowly drifting to sleep.

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you wake to some talking. “how long has she been here?” you hear a low familiar voice. “3 weeks. every day since the accident. this is the longest she’s slept.” you hear a female voice. you turn your eyes fluttering open. you see jungkook sitting up stuffing his mouth with food.

“jungkook!” you scream running over to him hugging him tightly and he groans. “oh im sorry! you’re just you’re awake. my god youre awake. i’m so fucking happy youre okay. jesus please you scared me half to death.” you hug him sobbing. he hold you tight. he swallows his mouthful of food. “hi baby, im sorry im just so hungry.” you giggle looking at him and pecking his lips.

“you were here this whole time?” he asks. you nod. “everyday, 24/7.” you smile. “thank you. i love you.” he looks at you pecking your lips again. he hold both your hands feeling your ring on your finger his eyes shoot down. “you put your ring back on?” you hum. “yeah… i did. i should’ve never taken it off.” he smiles.

“where were you even going?” you ask him, now you must know. he bites his sandwich and swallows before speaking, “your house. i had taken two weeks off of work, i wanted to show you i was serious. i talked to my manager, and he told me, that if i start doubling down every other day it’d speed things up for us, meaning more free time. more time for us.” you smile at him your eyes spilling with tears. he was on his way to you. you were happy he was thinking of you just as much as you were thinking of him. unfortunately, though you can't help but feel like this was your fault. you shake the thought as he grabs your hand, you interlock fingers.

“i love you so fucking much. so so fucking much jungkook.” he kisses your cheek. “i love you more baby.” he says biting his sandwich. “i heard hospital food sucks, and this could just be because i haven’t eaten in three weeks, but this sandwich is fucking amazing.” you giggle.

“oh i have to call the boys.” you speak wiping away your tears. “i talked to them earlier.” jungkook says. “how long have you been up?” you ask raising your brow. “45 minutes or so, i just didn't want to wake you. the nurse said you had barely been sleeping,” he said.

“duh! my fiancé was unconscious in a hospital bed. if someone sleeps peacefully during that, lock them up and throw away the key.” you state. he chuckles lightly.

“i like when you call me that. it feels good to hear that again.”

“what fiancé?” you ask. he nodded cutely.

“so what are the colors?” he asks all of a sudden. “colors of what?” you ask. “for the wedding. what were you thinking?” you smile and sit beside him. you quickly pull up your pinterest board showing him all your ideas. he didn’t show it but knowing you kept them, comforted him.

“white arch? it’ll clash with your dress.” he points out. “oh. oh my god, you're right! we could do green, maybe like ivy leaves?” you suggest. “i think that’ll be immaculate with my grey suit, too. yea, it’ll look amazing.” he adds.

“you already did so good without me baby.” he says. “but it’s clear that i need you. i would’ve been crying for days about that fucking arch.” he chuckles. “i’m still so stuck on flowers.” you pout. “well dr. hill says i have six weeks to recover before i can’t start schedules again. we have time.” he says. you kiss his cheek fluffing his hair.

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for the first time in six months, you walk into your shared apartment. your pictures still hanging on the wall, everything exactly where you left it.

you lay in bed next to him. he wraps his arm around you pulling you in. he kisses the top of your head. “the bed was so cold without you.” he whispers. “i’m never going anywhere ever again.” you peck his lips.

“i need you. i haven’t gotten a good rest in ages, my sleep paralysis started to act up again. just laying in the hospital room with you i slept more than i have in the last six months.” you say. “you just make me breathe better.” you express.

he pouts it hurts him to hear how badly you were struggling. “i was suffocating without you. i love my job but coming home to you made me feel like i won the lottery. i didn’t realize how much i had won until i lost it. i will not fuck it up this time. winning the lottery once is just luck, but twice is a sign.” you giggle rubbing your nose along his.

“i missed you so much, baby.” he says. “trust me i missed you more.” you reply. “impossible.” he whispers before kissing you deeply. you hum into the kiss, the way he kissed you makes your body tingle. you nervously bury your face into his chest. “you are so cute, why so shy? it’s just me.” he smiles. “you just got that effect on me. you make me feel like a teenager, kicking my feet and daydreaming and shit.” you mumble into his chest, he giggles brightly.

“kiss me again,” you say looking up at him. he obeys quickly kissing your lips. jungkook never found the idea of sucking someone’s tongue until he met you. the way you kiss him had a tent quickly growing in his pants.

he hums. “i’m so hard for you right now.” he states pecking your lips. you lightly push him away tutting. “no physical activity for you sir. dr. hill told me it’s imperative that don’t do anything that requires too much physical activity, for your lungs. so no sex right now.” you explain. “what?! come on. i haven’t felt you in months. now i have to wait even longer?” you nod and he groans throwing his head back in frustration. suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“what if…” he hums letting you know he's listening, “ i give you a handjob?” you whisper. “be serious, babe. don’t tease me.” he whines in his last sentence.

you giggle sliding your hands down his sweats. you stroke him slowly. you quickly look up at his licking your fingers before swirling them on his tip. “oh shit. that feels good.” you continue stroking him at a steady pace. “fuck” he mutters. “i wasn’t trying to cum this soon.” he chuckles nervously. “it’s okay baby. give me your cum. i want it so bad” you say teasingly.

he moans biting his lip. you stroke him faster, “just like like that, ohh shit.” you groan. you stroke him just how he likes. he kisses you deeply as you stroke him. “you are so fucking hot.” he whispers. you kiss him again lightly tugging on his bottom lip. “i’m cumming.” he mumbles moaning as he shoots his thick load onto your hand and in his pants. you slide your hand out covered in him. you look at him licking his cum off your knuckles. he looks at you in awe. “mm” you hum lightly flashing him a smile.

“i just want pick you up and fuck you.” you giggle at his bluntness. “jungkook.” you laugh. “what? the way you were just looking at me when you licked your fingers, you know if i was in full health right now i would be fucking you so good.” you smile pecking his slips. “one week.” you said simply. “that’s how long dr. hill said.” you explain. he looks at you, “you think it’s possible to sleep for a week?” you pinch his nose with your fingers. “yea you were sleep for three. no more sleeping for you sir.” he giggles.

“let’s shower.” you say patting his cheek. “oh definitely, you just made me cum in my pants.” he starts to move but you stop him.

“i’m sorry.” you say for the millionth time. “for what?” he questions. “for not believing in you when you said you'd figure it you. i should’ve,” you say simply. you hold back the tears that are making your throat close up.

“look, i know things were difficult, but i knew that night when you stayed, you weren’t giving up on me. on us,” he corrects. “ you stayed by my side for three weeks. you brushed my hair, you talked to me, you gave me a sponge bath. you always believed in me. this accident was not your fault, i need to understand that.” you pout your eyes threatening to spill.

“nuh-uh, no more tears. it’s only up from here, my love.” you hold his close. his thumb wipes away your tears that fall. “now let’s get in the shower.” he pats your butt before moving and standing up quickly. he groans leaning back onto the bed. “woah, take it easy, baby.” he huffs. “i’m not used to be this slow.” he chuckles.

“in all due time. trust me next week you’ll feel much better,” you explain. he nods as you help him stand. “i got you, babe.” he groans standing. you walk into the bathroom and he leans against the sink. you help him take off his shirt as his shoulder is in pain. “you’d look so hot in scrubs.” he says admiring you as you help him.

“oh hush.” you giggle. you help him take of his pants, his semi hard cock spring out. you look up at him. “what?” he whines. “you’re still hard?” you tease. “yes! i just thought about how you look naked.” he spoke. you laugh. you lift your shirt off and undo your bra and your tits bounce out.

“see? and you expect me not to be hard right now?” you giggle turning around and turning the shower on. “okay you first.” he steps in letting the hot water hit his skin. “hurry up.” he rushes you. “have some patience,” you say raising your brown jokingly. you slip off your shorts and step in. your back faces jungkook as you reach for your shampoo, and suddenly a slap hits your ass. you stand quickly. “jungkook.” you warn.

“what? come on. your ass was on full display, it was the urges inside me.” you chuckle. “that wasn’t me, i didn’t want to slap your ass, but the parasites in me wanted to slap your ass.” you laugh loudly. “shut up!” you chide jokingly.

you apply soap onto a washcloth, and start washing his chest. “i wanna get married tomorrow.” he says suddenly. “what?!” you almost yell. you look at him in disbelief. “i don’t even have a dress.” you explain. “then let’s go thrift one. i realized that life is too short, and in this lifetime i need you to be my wife.” you smile, but you don’t say anything. “what if… we get married tomorrow, and we still have a wedding. we can still do it big, when we actually get married it’s just us. me and you like i will be forever.” you suggest. you smile at him. “okay.” you say. “okay like you're just doing it for me or you love the idea?” you chuckle as you realize his small panic. “i love the idea. just me and you.” you say.

“forever,” he adds.

“and ever, until the end of time.” you grin, finally everything feels good. you stand in front of your soon-to-be husband, excited for what the future holds.

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cepheusgalaxy · 1 year ago

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"So, you wanna make them ace?"

Asexuality 101: Making your characters asexual

Indroduction: Ok, so, from what I've seen in fandom and in general, most people don't really know how to write an asexual character. Many just quit it and make them allosexual, others just struggle their way without having much of a guide. Prime example is Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, whom many people want to involve in sexual scenarios so they go with the "asexuality is a spectrum" route. Problem is, they don't understand how asexuality is a spectrum exactly and then they just end up writing their characters as allo. Now, how to avoid this? Teaching them!

If you're looking for a good way to get started with your own asexual oc, an ace headcanon or a media charater, I've got you! (i mention sex briefly here in some parts)

My credentials: I'm ace.

The basics

What is asexuality?

Asexuality is a sexual orientation that is generally defined by the lack of sexual attraction, or a very little amount of it. Sexual attraction is many times confused with libido, which is the sexual desire. Sexual attraction is more accurately, "the desire of having sex with this specific person." Therefore, some ace people do have a libido, and do want to have sex, but mostly are just not attracted to a person.

Myths and misconceptions

Asexuals can't have sex - as many shippers say, "asexuality is a spectrum", and while some aces don't have sex indeed, they can want it and have it as well. Person to person scenario

Asexuals don't know nothing about sex - unless the ace in question is a child, they probably may know, in fact, a lot. Many ace people like reading, watching or consuming smut, and by this and other means, even if they don't have sex themselves, they pretty much know how it is and how it works. Sex is everywhere, after all. Hard to miss

Asexuality is caused by trauma - it can be! Just not always, and most aces are simply born this way

Asexuality is a medical condition - much like homosexuality, asexuality is frequently treated as an illnes and many ace people are forced into conversion therapy. Some people also hold the belief that asexuality is caused by an anormality in a person's hormones, a mental illness, etc. But it is not true! Asexual people can obviously also be mentally ill in some way, but these are different things. It is just a sexual orientation like any other!

Asexuality is caused by HRT - hormone replacement therapy, ie. taking testosterone or estrogen, is one of the most common type of medical transition for trans people. Some hold the belief that taking hormones like those can "break" your sexuality (estrogen does sometimes decrease a person's libido, but it depends on the person's organism and it doesn't take your sexual attraction away from you), and turn you asexual

Asexuality is caused by autism - this myth may be originated from the fact that many autistic people are in fact asexual, or by the fact that both asexuals and autistic people tend to be infantilized a lot. However, as much as autistic people are very commonly also ace, asexuality is not, in fact, a symptom of autism

Basic terminology

Ace - short for "asexual".

Aro - short for "aromantic"; someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction, aka typically "doesn't fall in love".

Allo - somebody who does experience attraction. "Allosexual" is someone who is not asexual, and "alloromantic" is someone who is not aromantic.

Aspec - short for "a-spectrum". The a-spectrum is an umbrella term for anyone who is in any way ace, aro, aplatonic, afamilial, or other identities that fit here.

Acespec - short for "asexual spectrum/ace spectrum". It's a part of the a-spectrum and contemplates all asexuality.

Aesthetic attraction - finding someone pretty or beatiful, without necessarily wanting to have sex with them. Many ace people who didn't know they were ace report to having used to mistake it with sexual attraction.

Sensual attraction - similar to sexual attraction; the desire to touch someone, but without wanting to actuall have sex with them. Many ace people also confused this with sexual attraction.

Aphobia - discrimination against aspec people.

Amatonormativity- the belief that everybody is happier in a relationship, wether they want it or not, and should want and seek to be in one, and the general root of aphobia.

The Split Attraction Model

If you are looking on the ace community for a while, you might have heard of the split attraction model--if you haven't, here it is:

Image description: The Split Attraction Model, a cross chart inside a square, with four ends. The first end of the cross is labelled "ace", its opposite is labelled as "alloce", the third end is labelled as "alloro" and it's opposite is labelled as "aro". The section on the "alloro" and "ace" square is labelled "alloromantic asexual", the section in the "ace" and "aro" part is labelled "aromantic asexual", the section on the "alloro" and "alloce" square is labelled as "alloromantic allosexual" and the section on the "aro" and "alloce" section is labelled "aromantic allosexual". /end ID.

The split attraction model divides all orientations in four groups: The aroaces, the aroallos, the alloaces and the alloallos. It is usually shortened to "SAM".

Many people find this model useful, because it sorts your attraction into two groups: allo- and a-, and yes and no. It's simple and easy.

Many aces do not use this model to explain their attraction/lack thereof though! Hence the first distinction of aces we have here: SAM-aces and non-SAM-aces. Basically aces who use the Split Attraction Model and aces who prefer not to!

A non-SAM ace may define their asexuality as their romantic orientation as well, or label themselves differently altogether. While a SAM ace could call themselves an "asexual aromantic" or an "asexual alloromantic", a non-SAM ace could call themselves just "an asexual". In this case, they can be neither "alloro" nor "aro".

If your character is aware of their sexuality and identifies as ace, it's good to know wether they use the Split Attraction Model for themselves or not.

The spectrum

You may have heard that "asexuality is a spectrum" a thousand times, but what does it mean?

Just like "non-binary", "asexual" can be an identity on its own, but it is actually an umbrella term for a bunch of orientations. When we say that it is a spectrum, we are saying that there is Nuance. "Ace who doesn't date", "ace who dates", "ace who experiences just a little bit of sexual attraction", "aces who like sex" and so on. 'But Angel', you ask me, 'didn't you say that asexuality is when people don't have sexual attraction?' It can be! But there IS nuance, and that's what I am here to tell you.

There are two more factors beyond the SAM that you can consider:

"Are they sex repulsed, sex favorable, or sex neutral?"

Here is the "aces can still have sex" thing. A sex repulsed ace is probably what the majority of people think when they hear "asexual". It is an ace person who doesn't like sex. Doesn't want to have it, is disgusted by it, despises sexual intimacy, etc. They are the aces who tipically just don't want to have sex, and are very happy without it.

A sex favorable asexual is someone who likes it. Sure, they don't feel sexual attraction, but who's letting it stop them, right? They like sexual acts, they are fine and happy with having sex in general, and that's what the "aces can still have sex" point means. Yes, they can, if they want to! Maybe your character themself doesn't define themselves as neither repulsed nor favorable, but it's good to know what their instance on sex is.

Sex neutral asexuals are aces who are not repulsed by it, but are not really into it either. They may have sex, they may be fine with it, they may like it even, but they generally don't have a desire or strong feelings regarding it. It's just sex, after all.

Sex ambivalent asexuals are another thing I want to touch on. They are tipically aces whose instance on sex changes! Sometimes they may feel repulsed by it, sometimes they may want it, sometimes they may not care. They are neither strictly one, nor another. Their feelings change!

It's good to see where in this categorization your character or blorbo would be.

Inside the asexual spectrum, where do they stand?

If I were to represent the ace spectrum as a linear thing, I'd do it like this:

Image description: A linear representation of the asexual spectrum, in the shape of an arch. In one end, it is written "asexual", on the other, it is written "allosexual" and on the very middle, at the top of the arch, it is written "gray-asexual". /end ID.

or like this:

Image description: Another linear representation of the asexual spectrum. One of the ends is a black circle and the other is a white circle. Between them, a gradient goes from one circle to another, passing through different shades of gray. The black end is labelled as "asexual", the white end is labelled as "allosexual", and the gradient with shades of gray is labelled "different kinds of Gray-As". /end ID.

What is graysexual, you ask me? We all know that the world is not black-and-white, and as so, sexuality is also not. Grayace is a term for a person that is also asexual, but not strictly: that is, they are the "feels a little of sexual attraction" part of the spectrum. It is called like that because when we put asexual and allosexual in two ends of a spectrum, graysexuality stands in this gray area.

Gray sexuals may:

Experience sexual attraction only sometimes

Experience light sexual attraction

Experience sexual attraction under certain conditions in certain scenarios, for example, when they are already very intimate with a certain person

And many more! Graysexuality is on itself a spectrum, but having an idea of allosexual -> graysexual -> strictly asexual is already a good guide. Graysexuality can also be described as "having partial sexual attraction".

Fun fact about gray-aces: The asexual flag has four stripes; purple, white, gray and black. The purple stripe is meant to be a color signifier of the community, the white means allosexual, the gray means the gray aces and the black stripe represents people with strictly no sexual attraction. Hence the term "black stripe asexual" (which is not very popular but I personally like).

Micro-labels

You already have a basic understanding of the asexual spectrum and how it works, so you can think on where exactly in the spectrum your character/blorbo is. To help you out further, I present you the microlabels! Much like non binary is an umbrella term with many microlabels like genderqueer, xenogender and demigender, that help one explain their identity with more and more specific explanations, asexuals also have a lot of microlabels! Here are some:

Cupiosexual - asexual person that wishes to have a sexual relationship (example: i am cupioromantic person and i am basically a hopeless romantic and a yearner. cupiosexuality is similar, but with sex)

Gray sexual - asexual person with partial sexual attraction

Demisexual - asexual person who can only be attracted to people they already have a bond with

Abrosexual - person whose sexuality is fluid, and may be asexual at one time, bisexual at another, gay at another, etc.

Aceflux - asexual person whose sexuality changes, like abrosexual, but only between asexual identities

Aegosexual - asexual person who likes the idea of sex or fantasises about it, as long as it doesn't envolve them

Lythosexual - asexual person who is only sexually attracted to people they are not close with, and their sexual attraction fades out once the become closer

Myrsexual - asexual person that uses multiple asexual identities to describe their sexuality

Aroace - aromantic asexual person

Alloace - alloromantic asexual person

Apothisexual - sex-repulsed asexual person

These are not all micro labels in the asexual spectrum, but they are quite a lot. Maybe even if your charater is not sure if they are in a certain label or not, you may find them in some of these descriptions.

Links to resources with more microlabels: Tumblr post by @aroacesafeplaceforall (no images) /

/ A slightly longer list on asexuals.net (undescribed flags) /

/ Another guide for microlabels on lgbtqia.fandom.com (undescribed flags)

Bonus questions

Is it okay if I make my asexual character autistic? Is it not stereotyping? Yes, it's okay. There are actual asexual autistic people, and I'm sure they'd love to get represented as well!

Is it okay if I make my asexual character have sex? Is it not erasure? Yes, you can do that too! As long as it is where they stand in the spectrum (as explained in the topics above), you are doing a good thing by representing sex-favorable asexuals.

Do I have to make a romantic orientation for them too? No. Your character may be a non-sam ace, and identify as ace alone!

I heard that it is erasure if I make smut fanfic of ace character X. I don't get it how! While it is true many ace people have sex, many people when writing that just ignore their sexuality when writing/drawing smut of them! The spectrum is wide, so when you are doing that, remember where they stand on it.

Why can't I headcanon this ace character as allosexual? I headcanon straight characters as gay/bi/pan all the time and nobody says it's wrong! If people don't like my headcanon why can't they just look away? Because asexual people are a marginalized group, unlike straight people, so it is as okay to make them allo as it is to take an asian or black or jewish character and make them white. Because it is not just an individual headcanon; it's a part of a much bigger problem, and by avoiding headcanoning ace characters as allo, you are confronting your own internalized aphobia, which is a good thing! If you still want to make them have sex, well, that's what I made this guide for! So you can make them have sex as you wish without erasing their identity.

I am ace and am basing myself or my own experiences here. Is it okay if I...? The answer is generally yes. If you wanna write about a different ace experience than your own, a little bit of research won't hurt, though!

Is this enough for me to write my ace character? It is a start. This is a general guide, and there are some things I haven't touched on this guide (like aphobia) so I'd advice you to do more in-depth research on topics you want to focus more on, but this should get you pretty far.

Extra

"Is Alastor from Hazbin Hotel canonically ace or aroace?" (slightly related, because some people looking for this guide to write this guy might want to know this too)

Answer: link to a post clearing this up this with some sources. Short answer though, is that he is confirmed to be ace, not aroace.

"If I didn't understand something here, or I have more questions, can I ask you?"

Answer: Yes! You can reblog this post with questions, and my inbox is also open, and I make sure to always let anon on. I will be happy to help if I can.

"One of the image descriptions on this post was off or confusing, can you change it to X so it is better to understand it?"

Answer: Of course! I will need you to signal me in either the notes or in the inbox what I need to change, though.

"Are asexual people queer?"

Answer: Yes! Because the queer community, as the name suggests, is for people who are different, odd, and are not considered "normal" because of that. Asexual people are not a part of "the norm", because we don't feel sexual attraction, and therefore, we, and by extension your ace characters too, are queer.

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selfindulgenceisthekey · 2 months ago

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i would love to see the readers relationship with the other members of the crew before her running away to see some platonic yan strawhats in action and to establish the readers personality/charater traits

oooo I love this ask! this ended up both longer and shorter than anticipated, and I fear it doesn't quite hit what I was going for, but I hope you enjoy this <3

The warmth of her hands holding yours made you all too aware that you couldn’t recall the last time someone had done something like this for you. She was meticulous, tongue poking out ever so slightly as she focused, each brush stroke done with percision.

“And done,” She sat back, a proud smile on her face, as you brought your hand up to inspect your nails.

Four of the five nails on each of your hands had been painted a dark blue, coated in something that made them shine in the sunlight. Your pinky nails, however, were painted a fiery orange.

“Now don’t move your hands around too much,” She instructed, shifting so she could begin painting her own nails, “I don’t want you messing up all my hard work.”

You gingerly laid your hands down, palms flat against your thighs. “They look cute.”

She snorted, eyes never straying from her hands, “Of course they do, I’m an expert, I’ll have you know. Even managed to paint Zoro’s nails one night when he was asleep.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the image of Nami sneaking her way near a sleeping Zoro, quietly and slowly painting each of his nails while he snored. “What color did you choose?”

“Every color I had,” She paused her movements, looking up at you with a smug look, “His hands look like he dipped them in a rainbow for a week.”

“He just let you get away with it?”

She waved your question off almost lazily, “He acts like he’s some tough macho-guy, but he’s a real big softy for the crew. He started to yell at me, but then Chopper saw them and got excited, and then Luffy and then Usopp, and he just accepted his fate.”

She was far quicker doing her own nails than she had been with yours, already on her second hand as she told you the story.

“You could start a side job,” You suggested, half-joking, “Imagine how many people would pay to have their nails done by Cat Burglar Nami?”

“Ooh,” There were stars in her eyes as she considered the thought, “I could charge people a shit ton.”

A startled laugh escaped you, and you tried to smother it while also doing your best not to smudge your nails. “You’d be painting nails while running away from the marines!”

“I could do their nails too,” She shrugged, “Though they’d be fined a lot more than your average person.”

It was comfortable sitting on the deck with her. The sun was warm on your skin, the breeze was cool, the taste of salt lingered not uncomfortably. You could hear the rest of the crew in different areas, Zoro was at a distance, arms crossed as he napped in a sunny spot, Chopper curled up in his lap.

Sanji was up in the galley, the scent of lunch wafting through the air. God how you wished you could get used to this. This type of life is one you had only dreamed of, and you’d store moments like these to dream of later.

“Ta-da!”

Nami held her hands up, nails facing you. Four of her five nails were painted that same fiery orange, while her pinkies were the same shade of blue on your nails. Careful not to smudge either of your nails, she wrapped one of her pinkies around your own.

“See, we’re matching now,” She grinned, and you couldn’t help but echo the look back, “So whenever we go out people know we’re together.”

“Here, try this,” A spoon was directly in front of your face, barely an inch away from your lips.

It smelled amazing, and you didn’t even have to question before you wrapped your lips around the utensil. Somehow, it tasted even better than it smelled.

“It’s amazing, as always, though.”

Sanji grinned, eye nearly sparkling as he all but twirled around in his kitchen, “Thank you, mon cœur. I’m always grateful for your input!”

You laughed, his theatrical actions never failed to entertain you, and you slightly suspect he dialed them up to make you laugh.

“Not much input needed, your food always tastes amazing.”

“Keep feeding into his ego and his head’ll get bigger than it already is.” The shift on Sanji’s face was immediate, and despite your inner turmoil regarding your feelings for the crew’s first mate, you couldn’t help but laugh as Sanji turned towards the swordsman.

“Shut it, mosshead! What are you even doing in here anyways? Thought you were out there, photosynthesizing with your grass brothers.”

Zoro’s face scrunched up, both of them doing great at riling each other up within a matter of seconds. You stayed seated on the bar stool you’d been on, watching as the two got in each others face.

“None of your business, curly brows.”

“It is my business, it’s my kitchen!”

The pot on the stove top began bubbling as the two bickered, and your attention turned to the stew. Do you turn the stove off? Was it supposed to be bubbling?

“Uh, Sanji—”

“You don’t get final say in who comes in and out of here, waiter.”

“I do get final say, green haired idiot!”

“Sanji,” You scooted off the stool, moving over to the stove, feeling mildly panicked as you twisted the knob lowering the heat, “Sanji!”

He turned, the anger melting off so quickly it was hard to imagine it had been there, “Yes, my dear?”

“Dinner’s bubbling.”

“Dinner’s bub— Oh!” He rushed over, his momentary feud with Zoro forgotten as he gently stood next to you, grabbing the spoon he had been using, a calm sort of franticness in his movements.

“So sorry you saw us fighting in front of you,” He gently nudged you back towards the stool you had been seated on.

You just shrugged— it wasn’t the first time those two had gone at it in front of you. Their bickering and fighting at first scared you, two men that strong fighting? It seemed like it spelled disaster. But the bickerings never escalated past that, and you soon found yourself feeling amused watching them.

Zoro made a tsk’ing sound, arms crossed as he watched Sanji save the stew with little to no struggle. He shifted, his movements silent and the only reason you were aware was because you had been watching him. He was inching towards the cabinet where Sanji had shown you they keep different types of alcohol there. Without turning, Sanji spoke towards Zoro, voice cold, “You can wait for dinner to have your drink, marimo.”

“Damn lovecook,” Zoro huffed, eye narrowing at Sanji despite the blonde not facing him.

You look at Zoro a small smile, and he just huffed back in response before disappearing from the room. No matter how many days you spent with the crew being near him still set you on edge. There was something about the way he looked at you that told you he didn’t trust you, and the silent looks were more terrifying than him threatening you.

“Here, taste it now,” Another spoonful of stew was in front of you, and the ebbing worry that had been growing disappeared.

Chopper always kept their sick bay in top shape. The scent of cleaning supplies never felt too overbearing, and it was always a nice temperature inside. You wondered how long it normally took him to clean whenever he dug through things as frantic as he was doing now.

“Chopper,” You tried calming his frantic movements down, “It’s just a scratch— I’m fine.”

“But I need to clean the wound to see how bad it really is,” He was standing on his tiptoes reaching into a cabinet, flinging bottles around as he searched for whatever it was he was in need of, “Then disinfect it so you don’t get it infected! Then I have to dress it, if you don’t need stitches!”

You doubted you needed stitches, it stung sure, but you’d had plenty of wounds that needed stitches before. This one just needed some gauze and time and it may not even scar. You didn’t tell the little doctor that, he didn’t need a reason to grill you about your medical past.

“I doubt it needs stiches,” You mused, watching as he appeared triumphant upon finding whatever it was he had been searching for.

Hopping off the table he’d been standing on, he made his way to you, scooting the stool to be able to be closer to your arm. You held in a wince as he began cleaning the wound, clearly desperate to be careful with his actions. Hovering in the door was Sanji, a worried look on his face. What surprised you was Luffy behind him, peering around Sanji to look into the sick bay.

“I’m fine, you guys,” The genuine concern in their eyes was touching, a warm feeling growing in your chest as you smiled at them, “Just a scratch.”

“I was worried your whole arm was gonna fall off,” Luffy spoke, leaning forward against Sanji, who, despite the annoyed look on his face, accepted the weight against him.

You couldn’t help but snort, wincing slightly as Chopper applied antibacterial spray, “My entire arm was not at risk of falling off, Luffy.”

“You don’t know that,” He sounded so serious, his eyes wide, “Luckily, we have the best doctor on our ship, even if it had fallen of, he’d have fixed it!”

As if on cue, Chopper wiggled where he stood, bowing his head enough that the brim of his hat covered his eyes, though you could still see his smile, “That doesn’t make me happy at all!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, watching as he wrapped your forearm was gauze, his touch light and gentle. By the time he finished wrapping your wound, the pressure mixed with the spray helped the pain all but disappear.

You held your arm up, showing the two worry warts, “See? All fixed. Not at risk of falling off at all.”

Sanji looked relieved, stepping inside, grabbing your arm gently and turning it every which way, as if studying Chopper’s work. Luckily, the little reindeer didn’t look offended by the excess studying. Luffy still stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, just watching you and Sanji. Chopper was scurrying around, tidying up the mess he’d created.

“I should kick Usopp into next week, no, next year for hurting you.”

Rolling your eyes, you pried your arm from his grip gently, patting your palm against his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat under your hand, “You will not be kicking him into next week or next year, it was an accident.”

“Still, he—”

“Still nothing,” You cut him off, sliding your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, your heart twinging as he leaned further into your hand, “He didn’t mean to, I’m okay, it’s all good. You all are just so used to roughhousing with each other, you forget what it’s like to have someone delicate like me on board.”

Your tone was teasing, patting his cheek for good measure before removing your hand, moving to offer your help to Chopper. As you shifted, moving around the sick bay with direction from the little doctor you were unaware of the brief, stormy look that crossed Sanji’s face.

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bloomness · 5 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ love languages

the main forms of love languages the mha boys show toward you and how!

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero, & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader strongly implied, feminine compliments used, established relationship, baby, girlfriend, my girl used, fluff fluff fluff, denkis is a little suggestive

authors note: this is like my head canons but in drabble format hehe! sorry shinsou's is short i'm still trying to figure out his charater ;(

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima - shows his love by overwhelming you with care

acts of service

eijiro's main love language is absolutely 100% doing acts of service for you all the time.

he’s holding the door open for you one second and running to pull out your seat the next, grinning like a dork.

he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger doing something that he can do for you.

it’s the small things: picking up the mail, buying your favorite snacks, giving you neck messages, taking out the trash, carrying you from one room to another when you don’t wanna get up.

he thinks you’re the best therefore you deserve the best.

he feels like SUCH a man when he can fix something for you.

words of affirmation

eiji also really loves to receive words of affirmation

even after fighting in a war, eijiro still feels himself having a low esteem.

though your encouraging words mean so much to him. you make him feel like he’s a capable hero. you spend hours in bed tangled up together. you hold him as you tell him how amazing he is. how he’s a strong hero, a great person, the perfect partner.

he’d get overwhelmed and cries as you shower him with love. just knowing that you think so highly of him makes him feel worthy. you definitely healed the little middle school kirishima in his heart.

eijiro might as well be a package deal because he is also amazing at giving words of affirmation. the most supportive boyfriend you could ever find.

goes in the mall dressing room with you to see you try on new outfits, he's paying (ofc). “i love that color on you baby.”

don’t even get me started with him dressing you.. flushing your shoulders with kissing as he fixes the strap of your top, every touch making you feel euphoric.

kneeling down to put your shoes on, kissing along your leg as he does. “so beautiful.” he praises the ground you walk on.

when eijiro notices that you’re doing good with work he makes sure to let you know! two big thumbs on the side of his face “doing amazing, beautiful!” and makes kissy faces towards you.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari - shows his love by never letting you go (literally)

physical touch

you and denki are constantly found with your hands, legs, (or both) tangled together.

chilling with bakusqaud? feet are kicking each other from across the couch. studying a case file? nope, denki can’t focus until his head is in your lap. completely drunk and dancing at a party? denki’s pressed up against you with his hand ghosting over your ass, letting everyone know you didn’t come here alone.

there’s not a single second of the day when his hands don’t snake their way onto your waist or lower hip, doesn’t matter if you're at home, work, or anywhere else.

because of his touchy tendencies, you two are always showing pda and he loves it.

denki SWEARS he’s trying his best to be respectful in public, but he can’t help but get addicted to the look on other guys faces when they see you leaning up to kiss him. hes so so proud that you choose to be with him.

but don’t be fooled by the lust! denki can be romantic too; though he's forever a dork.

he likes poking at ur sides when he’s teasing you. he kisses your face over and over again when you’re annoyed (until you smile a little).

gift giving

poor denki could be dirt broke, but when you come out of the dressing room wearing a top that perfectly hugs your figure his mouth drops, and his money goes poof.

“it’s so good, let’s get it yeah?” (hes gonna cry to his empty wallet when he gets home)

this prompts a lot of shopping dates which leads to a LOT of matching accessories. matching hats, hoodies, jewelry.

he has a ring with your initial on it he never takes off.

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denki has u as his lock screen and gives you (his phone) a kiss every morning he can’t sleep by your side.

would tweet: “just fell down to my knees in a walmart parking lot cus my girlfriend hasn’t texted back it been 30 mintues what do i do 💔”

has you and him as his profile picture on instagram and has a highlight of you titled: “my wife (BACK OFF)”

⋆˚࿔ h.sero - shows his love by showing you off

physical touch

he grew up with parents who never left the honeymoon phase, so he knows what it’s like to feel so much love and he knows how to show it. (he also grew up with two younger sisters and an older sister and they made sure he knew the standard!)

so hanta is a romantic confirmed!!

he’ll buy you a big bouquet of flowers. buys you gifts, even for small anniversaries/celebrations. slow dances with you in your living room. prepares a warm bath for you when you're stressed.

and although he’s more mature than denki, hanta still pretty immature. so, he’ll jump at you any opportunity to get his hands on you.

hanta loves when you two are hanging out with friends, sitting on bakugos couch, and he has the chance to wrap his arm around the top of the couch. he possessively hovers his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him whenever someone looks your way.

hanta is taller than you and always uses this to his advantage. squeezing your face when you look up at him. leaning down to give you kisses. holding your side to guide you through crowds.

occasionally, you’ll let him pick you up from your armpits like a cat and dangle you. you don’t know why he likes this; he just does.

words of affirmation

now one of hanta's best qualities is definitely his confidence and the way he talks to you confirms that.

he reassures you without even meaning to. hanta can tell when your down and easily finds the perfect comment that makes your cheeks flush pink and your dopamine levels boost. “look at that,” he practically purrs when you finish an assignment “done already cariño? making me look bad.” he laughs, not caring who hears him.

(quick mention that he also loves to make you laugh; he prides himself in it actually)

showing you off, showing you off, showing you off. everyone knows who the pro-hero cellophane is dating, it's hard not to.

“yeah that’s my girl.” he says it stern, with a smirk on his face. it drives you INSANE.

⋆˚࿔ shinsou - shows his love by keeping you around

quailty time

it took a while for hitoshi to open up but when he did it was overwhelming for him. he thought wouldn’t be able to express his love for you. he soon realized just being in your presence was enough.

you love spending quality time with hitoshi. it doesn’t matter what you're doing, he wants to be there. doing chores together, planning your monthly schedules together, talking walks together.

hitoshi loves to hear you talk and learn more about you but he just loves to hear you laugh.

he likes teasing you like there’s no tomorrow with stupid jokes and stupider insults just to see you laugh over and over again.

physical touch

but once hitoshi gets comfortable, once he gets confident: he also gets cocky and handsy.

comes up to you and whispers in your ear, “come on, can you do it for me, baby?”

favorite cuddle positions is spooning and honestly doesn’t mind whose big or little spoon.

he holds you by the waist as he looks up with you with those eyes.

hitoshi is a jealous guy. he knows you’re fun to be around, he knows you have friends, and he knows it’s wrong to think this, but he hates not being with you.

but he also knows that when you get home, you’ll lay in his arms again and it’ll be alright so he’s patient until he can hold you again.

holding you from behind when you’re leaving to go out with coworkers. he’s kissing your cheek, “‘m gonna miss you. be safe,” gripping onto you like there’s no tomorrow.

once hitoshi learns to love you he never lets you go.

+ plus

he found that he likes to share his clothes with you and finds it funny that you practically drown in his hoodies.

when you give his hoodie back, he puts it on and smiles as the smell of your perfume fills merges into his skin.

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ronnykins-needshelp · 11 days ago

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Cumplane has me on a litteral choke hold i will NOT stop making AUs ISTG

Where AU where Cumplane Pre-transmigration meets Moshang and Bingqiu post-SVSSS

currently Cumplane has been in a marriage for about 5 years and has been dating for 2 years. they started talking properlyto each other once PIDW had ended and Shen yuan coerced Airplane into making a new book with his exact outline from his orignal plan, offering to pay for it. becuase obviously Shen yuan isnt going to tolerate SQHs living condictions in a very beat down apartment they become roomates. as Shen Yuan is a beta reader and SQH no longer needs to worry about money, they calm down their anomosity. and after back and forth and Shen Yuan finally coming out of his very glass closet they get together.

at first Shen Yuans family doesnt approve becuase they think Shang Qinghua was a golddigger, but after finding out that Shang Qinghua was the author of PIDW, which they have heard their son rant about every single time they meet up, hey turn the tables and accept them as their son in law thinking :

Entire Family: " so thats why shen yuan started dating him! thats so sweer. "

it was kind of embarressing becuase Shen Yuans family had described in detail how passionate their son got whenever talking about that book.

Shen Yuan: " ive always hated it!! "

Mother Shen: " no honey, you didnt you were just in denial, like your sexuality. "

Shen Yuan: " Mom!! "

his family is not discrimitory, they are just happy their hermit crab is doing something with his life

they end up adopting [ bc i NEED a child to be in this ] an orphan one year into their marriage and calling him Shen binghe. no they will never tell their son the origin of his name. who was a baby that was dumped onto the orphanges doorstep. which was conveintly around the time they decided to adopt.

since they were kinda young when they took up the mantle of being parents they took every precuation to keep him safe, to the point that Shang Qinghua took a haitus to take care of his son.

they raised him to be a healthy four year old boy.

thats when Xin mo coughed up Moshang And Bingqiu, closely after the Bingqiu marriage, into their little cottage that used to be the Shen Families beach house. this was during they time they were having ' family time ' by playing simple board games in their living room when they heard crashes in their kitchen. Shen binghe is scared but Shang QInghua fishes out a shotgun that was placed behind their couch for showcase. it didnt work but it can cetaintly frighten someone.

a Frightened Shen binghe hugs his mother father waiting for some news.

Shen Qinghua [ He took up the shen name bc rich people thoughts ig]: " Ummmmm..... Baoibei you might want to see this. "

confused, Shen Yuan, holding Shen binghe protectively in his arms, walks to the kitchen, and to his complete and utter surprise, finds PIDW charaters in his home.

Shen yuan: " What the fuck?! A-Bing dont repeat that. "

his son nods when the cosplayer that looks like Luo binghe says,

Luo Binghe: " who are you to say anything of what i do? "

Shen Qingqiu: " calm down binghe, he wasnt talking to you. "

luo binghe: " ok shizun! "

that one that looks like the scum villianwas looking interestedly towards Shen Yuan, which was making him uncomfitable and he held his child closer.

Shen Yuan: " A-Hua, why are they here, who are these people? "

Shen Qinghua: " Well i think they are.. "

Shang Qinghua: " Im airplane shooting towards the sky! i already told him some emberrising shit so he knows that we are on and the same. "

shen yuan moves closer to his Shen Qinghua and Shang Qinghua frowned.

Shang QInghua: " i didnt think i would marry and have a kid! well in this timeline becuase of PIDW. "

his grouped glanced at him.

Mobei-jun: " What exactly do you mean this timeline? "

Shang Qinghua: " oh i died here than transmigrated - or moving ones soul to anothers body - after not even finishing my book which is our world! "

Shen Qingqiu: " way to lay that one out airplane. "

he scoffed, which was terrifienly familar to someone the mortals know.

Shen yuan, suddenly proccessing the words: " D-died?! "

The shang qinghua nodded, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Shang Qinghua: " Anyways, whos that twink i married? im surprised that we pulled a pretty boy like that! im used to my king, "

Shen Qinghua: " I know we are the same person, but dont talk to my husband like that! "

Shang Qinghua, puttinig his hands up mocking surrender: " i didnt think i had balls but ok. "

Shen yuan stopped listening as excitment wiggled in after the fright settled down.

Shen Yuan: " You see this A-bing? this is a Au clash! i never thought that i would be in this type of plot!! "

Shen binghe, giggling: " like one of babas books! "

Shen yuan: " thats right my little demon. "

luo binghe blinked at the nickname.

Shen Yuan: " Anyways my name is- "

Shen QIngqiu, breathlessly: " Shen yuan. "

Shen yuan, looks questionly at the man: " How do you know my name?! "

Shen Qingqiu: " Becuase im you. "

que an EXTENSIVE talk about how transmigration worked for the husbands, and how they died, and how PIDW ended. now onto the their personal lives with SHen Binghe playing with the two demon lords in a friendly game of go fish [ AKA ruthlessly beating them with no hope of survival. Luo binghe Scowls at this child self of him, no mercy!! ] and the cumplane pairs sitting in the couch.

Shang QInghua: " i cannot believe i married the Peerless cucumber, He was the one who basically cuased my death!! "

Shen QIngqiu, whacking the hamster in the back of his head: " and is marrying this master that unsightly? I should be surprised that i married you, you hack author!! "

.. well that explained their relationship.

Shen Yuan: " Not even that surprised, i dont even know how ive been with this hack for 11 years. "

Platonic cumplane: " ELEVEN YEARS?! "

Shen QInghua, pitifully and tying to kiss Shen yuan: " Awwww why does my pretty husbando think that, "

Shen Yuan, shoving Shen Qinghua away by the face: " Becuase i said so. now get off me you big oof. "

After some whining and big puppy eyes [ that Shen Qingqiu frightenly similar to luo binghes ], Shen Qinghua is is laying contently on Shen yuans laps while he brushes his fingers through his hair.

Shan Qinghua: " you know if i werent with my king and seen you how i should have, i would have tapped that ass long ago. "

Shen yuan, yeeting a pillow at top speed while blushing: " My CHILD is right here!! stop being so shameless for once airplane!! "

Shen Qingqiu, having been subjected to Airplanes shamelessness for years ignores him: " speaking of child, if you have PIDW in your world, how do you have a luo binghe here? usually at these types of senerarios in fanfics, they both cant coencide with each other. "

Shen Qinghua: " Oh thats becuase baobei refused to call him anything but Luo binghe. "

he received a slap. Shen yuan was fuming.

Shen Yuan: " yah whatever, i had to admit he looked quite similar to Luo binghe was described - minus the two toned hair - in the book, i could not not name him binghe. "

the two Shens nodded in understanding while the the huas just looked confused at the logical, ut whatever each to their own.

shen Qingqiu: " oh thsts pretty nice. wait please dont tell me you have mpreg in this world, i do and no- "

shen Yuan: " No! no, anyways does he look like us? we adopted him when he was around two weeks old. "

Shang Qinghua: " Now i got to admit thats sweet, i love the little family yall got, its kind of sad that this is what our future wouldve been if we didnt die. well i dont regret transmigrating into pidw, sometimes, though becuase i ended up with Mobei, who i modeled after my tastes-. "

Shen Qinghua: " -which pretty much described A-yuan- "

Shang Qinghua: " -so im pretty happy with my life. "

Shen yuan: " talking about you, howd you end up with the protaginist? "

Shen qingqiu, waving his fan lazily with a huff: " Dont get me started- "

proceeds to describe the entire lore of SVSSS. both Qighuas fell asleep at one point while Shen yuan was enratured by the whole story.

Shen Yuan: " WOw! Luo binghe was that bad at papapa? thats totally OOC! but you are still doing it every three days? "

Shen QIngqiu, Shrugging: " pretty much, hes just too cute to not say no to. what about you? idk if papapa with the author whos so clearly a virigin would be that great either, "

Shen Yuan: " oh hes not a virgin. apperently he slept around alot while in university so my poor Chrysanthemum ddint suffer like yours. thouguh he havent done it in awhile since Shen Binghe takes up more of our time "

Shen Qinghua: " awww if they get to stay, maybe they get to take care of our binghe and we get to go for a bi- "

Shen Yuan: " if you are asleep, keep pretending to sleep! dont just wake up halfway! "

SHang QInghua flinched a the fimiliar words as he had jjust woken up.

meanwhile at the kiddy table

Luo Binghe: " so um, do you have aaa?

Shen Binghe: " Three of hearts? no. go fish. "

Luo binghe mumbled under his breath as he grumpily snatches another card. he has already lost 5 times, and Mobei-jun is a lost cuase.

since Mobei-jun wasnt talking SHen binghe iniciated a convo.

Shen binghe: " your so cool looking! your robes are like the ones that my babas cosplay in!! one time when they arrived they had to give me to my grandma in order for them to go to a convention! apperently my babas book, proud immortal demon way go super popular when it finished! "

Luo binghe, raising an eyebrow: " how does this shen binghe tell the differences between your two parents? "

Shen Binghe: " I sometimes call my first baba, ' mama ' "

Luo binghe: " Fair. i call my shizun wife. "

Shen binghe, pouting: " how can other me marry mama! "

Luo binghe, defensively: " well thats becuase Shizun is not my mo- "

Shen Binghe: " -and why is my baba married to the big scary icicle!! "

Mobei-ju just raised an eyebrow which was scary for a child and Shen binghe started crying. frightening both of the adults.

shen yuan suddenly appeared holding his son and rocking him.

Shen yuan, cooing: " Are you ok my little bingbing? did the big scary men bully you? "

Luo binghe: " he started thi- "

he was silenced by a glare.

Shen Binghe: " I dont like this AU! my babas arent together!! and their weird! "

luo binghe does not want to make this child version of himself cry, becuase if he cries and shizun finds out hes sleeping on the bed tonight.

Luo binghe: " wait wait, this lo- im sorry, here look at this. "

he opened his clawed palm and produced a little demonic energy, from that he minipulated it into turning into a a black mistic bunny. the bunny jumped and when luo binghe moved his hands closer to shen binghe, it started to sniff his noise intensly. Shen binghe started to giggle and wearly pet the bunny. to his surprise it was soft.

the other three moved to the table watching this whole scene.

Shen Qingqiu: " oh thats sweet, who kew Binghe was so great with kids? "

Both Qinghuas looked at him. Luo binghe was static.

Luo Binghe: " Would Shizun like a child? this husband would love to- "

he has hit by a fan. Shen binghe started to luagh aswell as shen yuan.

Shen yuan: " See A-bing? if a man like that annoys you, hit him on the head! "

Mobei-jun: " what a pleasant lesson for a child "

everyone jumped when he spoke, basically forggetting he was here.

Shen Qinghua: " anywayss, how did you get here? "

Shen QIngqiu: " Xin Mo messing up "

Shen Yuan: " any way to get back? "

Shang Qinghua: " our ride should be here any second "

a portal opens and Sha hualing pokes her head out.

Sha hualing: " Get over here losers, you owe me! "

after much goodbyes the group left. leaving the cumplane family to lay down on the couch. SHen binghe fell asleep quickly, eghuasted by the whole debacle.

Shen Binghe, groaning: " I dont think i want to meet another AU again. "

Shen yuan, huffing out: " Agreed, "

and then the little family slept happily on the couch

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puff0o0 · 8 months ago

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okay okay-i've been seeing your self aware video game charaters seires so uhmmm

WHAT ABT SELF AWARE ROACH????

or self aware Alejandro?

sorrg this took so long, had to wait until tumblr finally started showing my writing to other people 😒

Roach

♡ In general, it was hard for roach to show that he was aware and that he loved you. He couldn't talk and he wasn't sure if you'd be able to understand sign language or if you even knew it. Not to mention, he felt the never-ending urge to stick to the script instead of just outright telling you he was aware

♡ Eventually, he gets sick of hiding it. He gets sick of not being able to hear you talk to *him*, to see your hold *his* hand as much as you talk about it. He wants to let you know that everything you've day dreamed about can and will come true

♡ It starts off small; random sounds in text popping up. It was in morse code, so you looked up why this was as you had never seen it before. No one else had this issue? No reddit posts, game article, or people on tumblr had this pop up. So you took matters into your own hands and translated it. 'I love you.'

Alejandro

♡ He's not subtle about it at all. If anything, he's sick of being stuck in a screen. He could be with the love of his life right now but instead he's stuck in code with a bunch of... robots that he used to think were real people. Talking to them wasn't enough, he needed something real, something happy, something like you

♡ Originally, you would have to buy him from the battle pass or from the new pack with him in it. However, it seemed as if you had gotten every skin for him despite not paying anything? It allowed you to play as him in multi-player and he seemed to talk a lot. Nicknames like 'mi vida' or 'mi amor' ending his voicelines every time you got a kill. You could have sworn you heard 'that's my girl/boy'

♡ It soon leads to him breaking out of the screen because he simply cannot just take hearing your voice. He needs to feel you, to hold you, to kiss you. Your warmth and love was something he never knew he craved and he would be damned if he let that go away because of a measly screen

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fageljar · 2 months ago

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Trying not to spoil too much of 2.8 for me but from what I’ve seen so far it is looking to be peak holy shit‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#like the garments????#PEAK‼️‼️‼️#The charaters(from the little I’ve seen)#PEAK‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️#now we know who BP’s fav son is #it’s ulrich. like how the hell are you both free AND get a garment on your release????#my friend is gonna be eating with all the robot content this patch #another patch without a click garment tho….. we will get it next one trust…..#(delusional)#reverse 1999

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bat-mom-writer · 8 months ago

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Bat Baby: Part 3

Reader(pregnant wife) X Bruce Wayne(husband)

Note: this is a longer one, but thank god we have 'read more'. ;)

Summery: You're water broke. But the first you think is to NOT tell your other sons, because the time you told them you were pregnant, they panicked! So now you and Bruce sneak out and rush to the hospital.

(I do not own any DC charaters)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

"Bruce."

The voice was faint, a mere murmur that pierced the quiet of the moonlit garden. Her hand trembled as it reached out to gently shake the man lying beside her.

"Bruce," she whispered urgently, her heart racing.

He stirred, his eyes slowly opening to meet hers. "Mmm? What is it?" he mumbled, the sleep still clinging to his voice.

"My water just broke," she said, her voice shaking more than she would have liked.

Bruce bolted upright, instantly alert. "Now?" he exclaimed, his sleepiness vanishing like mist in the morning sun.

“Shh!” Her pointer finger lands on her lips, “Not so loud. I don’t want to alarm the boys.”

Bruce frowned, concern etching lines on his face. "Why? It's their brother or sister on the way."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "You remember when we told them I was pregnant?" she began, her voice low.

"Of course," Bruce replied, his hand moving to cover hers. "They were overjoyed. Overwhelmed, but so happy."

"They panicked!" Her voice grew a tad louder, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. "I can't deal with that right now," she continued, her eyes wide with fear. "You know how overprotective they are. They'll go into superhero mode, and the chaos will be unbearable. Please," she begged, "let's tell them after the baby is born."

Bruce nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Alright," he said, his voice calm. "We'll handle this ourselves." He gently helped her feet.

"Okay, go get dressed," he instructed, his voice a soothing balm. "I’ll get our stuff.”

She nodded, her mind racing. She didn't want the baby's arrival to turn into a circus, not with the three of them - Dick, Jason, and Tim - turning the manor upside down.

"Where's the hospital bag?" Bruce asked, his voice tight.

She paused, her hand hovering over her round belly. "It's by the front door," she said, her voice a barely audible whisper. "But if we go out the front door, they'll see us!" she exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"Okay, that's fine," he said, his voice firm. He thinks for a moment, "We'll send Alfred to bring them when we arrive at the hospital."

Shenodded, gritting her teeth as another contraction began to build. She took a deep breath and held it in, trying to keep the pain from spilling out into the quiet night.

Bruce looked around the room, his gaze finally landing on the intercom system. "Alfred," he called into it, "could you come to the master bedroom, please?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. The door opened, and instead of Alfred's calm, collected face, it was Dick who walked in, "Is everything okay?" he asked, taking in the scene.

"Dick!" she gasped, her eyes wide. "We're fine," she managed to say, her breath hitching as another contraction started.

Dick looked from her to Bruce, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What's going on?"

"She just had a… a craving," Bruce said smoothly, improvising. "It's nothing to worry about. Could you go get her some ice cream?"

Dick's brow furrowed, but he nodded. "Sure," he said, turning to leave. "What kind?"

She blurted out, "Chocolate, the mint kind," hoping to buy them some time.

"Chocolate mint it is," Dick said, the tension in his voice palpable. "I believe we are out, so I'll have to go to the store real quick." he added, his eyes flickering between her and Bruce.

She nodded, her smile forced but earnest. "Thank you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady as another wave of pain washed over her. She watched him disappear into the hallway before turning to Bruce with a look of panic.

"They're everywhere," she hissed. "How are we going to sneak out?"

Bruce's gaze darted around the room, his mind racing. "We'll have to make it up as we go along," he murmured. He helped her into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. "Get dressed," he said, his voice low.

With swift, silent movements, Bruce grabbed a small bag from the closet and began to fill it with essentials: a change of clothes, her phone, and some toiletries.

The boys would be suspicious if they saw them disappear into the night without notice, so he had to be quick and precise. He tossed in a pair of comfortable shoes, her favorite blanket, and a few snacks she had been craving lately.

In the bathroom, she changed into a loose dress, the soft fabric caressing her skin as she tried to ignore the growing tightness in her belly. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on her reflection. Her hair was a mess of tangles from the night's rest, and her eyes were lined with shadows of fear and pain. But she knew that soon, she would be holding their child in her arms, and that thought gave her strength.

Leaning heavily on the counter, she took deep, slow breaths as the contractions grew stronger. She watched as her belly tightened, the baby moving restlessly inside her. The marble counter was cool against her palms, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from her body. She focused on Bruce's instructions, counting each contraction under her breath.

Bruce emerged from the closet, the bag in his hand. He approached her, his eyes full of reassurance. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

She nodded, biting her lower lip to keep the whimper from escaping.

Bruce took her hand firmly in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a comforting gesture. "We're going to do this," he murmured, his eyes holding hers. "We're going to get to the hospital and have our baby without the boys turning the whole thing into a superhero operation."

With a nod, she allowed him to guide her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. The contractions were getting closer together now, and she had to lean on Bruce to stay upright. "I'll drive," he said, his voice low and calm. "You just focus on breathing."

They made their way downstairs, each step an eternity for her. She gripped Bruce's arm, the pain in her abdomen growing more intense with every passing moment. The house was eerily silent, the only sounds the echoes of their footsteps and her soft gasps for air. The darkness of the manor seemed to close in around them, a stark contrast to the brightness of the night outside.

As they approached the living room, Bruce's grip tightened. She knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand, but the fear of being caught was a new and disconcerting sensation. They paused at the edge of the doorway, the soft glow of the television flickering across the room.

Tim and Jason sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the screen, with their backs turned. They were both dressed in their pajamas, a rare sight for the two young men who often patrolled the city as Robin and Red Hood.

"You get to the back door, I'll distract them," Bruce whispered, his voice a comforting rumble in her ear.

Her eyes searched his, finding the determination and love she needed. Bruce stepped into the living room, his eyes locking onto Tim and Jason as he steps before them, grabbing their attention. "Jason, Tim," he said casually, his tone a masterful blend of calm and authority.

With one final nod, she took a deep breath and made a break for it. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she hurried down the hallway, each step a silent prayer that she wouldn't be heard.

She quickly goes, her heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird desperate for freedom. Her feet whisper against the cold marble floor, each step a silent dance of pain and urgency. The contractions are getting closer, a relentless rhythm that demands her full attention. The air in the hallway feels thick and heavy, as if it's trying to hold her back, to keep her from her destination.

Leaning heavily against the wall, she gasps for breath, her hand splayed out over the smooth surface. It's cool against her flushed skin, a tiny bastion of relief in the storm of sensations. The wallpaper's delicate pattern blurs as she squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the simple mantra that Bruce had taught her during their prenatal classes: inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth.

As the contraction subsides, She opens her eyes to find herself staring into the piercing gaze of Damian Wayne. He's standing a few feet away, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice a sharp demand.

Her heart skips a beat. "Just… to get some air," she lies, her voice strained. "I'll be right back."

Damian's eyes narrow, the shadows playing across his face as he assesses her. He's too smart to be fooled so easily, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind. "You're in pain," he states, his voice softer than she's ever heard it.

"It's nothing," she insists, trying to smile, but her face feels tight, the muscles refusing to cooperate. "Just… a cramp."

Damian doesn't budge. "You're lying," he says, his tone unyielding. "Your water broke, didn't it?"

She eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to protest, but no words come out. She's caught.

"Damian, please," she whispers, her hand moving to her belly. "You can't tell them. If they know, they'll panic, and then I'll panic, and that's the last thing I need right now. Please."

Damian's expression softens, and for a moment, the hardened exterior of the young boy who had seen too much of Gotham's darkness cracks to reveal the concerned child beneath. "I won't say anything," he promises, his voice low. "Let’s get you to the car."

Her eyes fill with tears of gratitude as she nods, leaning heavily on the youngest Wayne as he leads her to the back door. The night air is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the manor, but it feels like a breath of fresh air after being trapped in the oppressive silence of her impending labor.

The car, Bruce's sleek black, sits waiting in the shadow of the garage. Damian opens the door with a quiet click, and she slides into the passenger seat, her movements slow and deliberate as the contractions continue to build. He carefully fastens her seatbelt, his movements gentle and surprisingly tender.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes closing as she leans back into the leather seat. The pain is more intense now, each contraction a crescendo that seems to shake her very soul.

"Damian, what are you doing out here?"

Dick's voice sliced through the night, and her eyes shot open. She hadn't even heard his approach, so focused was she on the growing discomfort in her belly. The mint chocolate chip ice cream he held was a stark reminder of the ruse they had concocted to keep their secret.

Damian ever so calmly closed the car door and strode over to Dick, his movements fluid and silent as a cat. "I wanted to check the car," he called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil he had just witnessed. "Make sure it had enough gas for when mother suddenly goes into labor."

He couldn't see the panic in her eyes through the tinted windows, the contractions grew more intense, each one stealing her breath and tightening her grip on the seat. She watched as Dick, his eyes searching the night as if he could sense the urgency in the very air. "Sudden labor? What makes you think she'll just sudden be ready to drop?"

Damian's eyes flicked over to the passager side, for a brief moment, a silent promise of solidarity. "Just a feeling," he replied, his voice a practiced lie. "You know how unpredictable it can be."

Dick frowned, his gaze lingering on his younger brother before turning back to the house. "I'll be right back," he called out, his footsteps retreating into the manor. She watched him go, her chest heaving with each labored breath.

Damian wasted no time. He quickly opened the garage door, the sound of the electric motor a jarring intrusion in the quiet night. The moon cast a silver glow across the gleaming bonnet of the car, the light reflecting off the chrome in a ghostly dance. She felt a fresh wave of contractions, gripping the armrest with white knuckles as she fought the urge to scream.

Damaian rushed back to the passenger side and opened her door, his eyes searching hers with a rare concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

"I'm fine," she managed to gasp, panting heavily. "Where's Bruce? We need to go. Now."

Damian nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "I'll go get him," he said, his voice firm. "You stay here."

Before he could move, however, Bruce's footsteps echoed through the garage, his shadow stretching across the floor. "I'm here," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I had to give Dick an excuse. Damian, what are you doing here?"

Her hand tightened on the armrest as another contraction hit, stealing her breath. "Bruce!" she managed to choke out. "We have to go!"

"Shit, coming," he murmured under his breath, a hint of panic in his voice. He quickly jogs to the driver seat. "Damian, tell Alfred to meet us at the hospital with our hospital bag," he instructed, his voice low but firm. "And don't let the boys come until we give the okay, alright?"

Damian nodded, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Understood," he said, his voice calm and composed.

Bruce quickly started the engine, the low purr of the powerful machine a comforting sound in the tense silence. Her gripped the door handle, her knuckles white as another contraction hit her like a freight train. "Bruce!" she moaned painfully, her eyes squeezed shut.

He glanced over at her, his jaw set in determination. "Hold on," he murmured, shifting the car into gear. The tires squealed softly as they pulled out of the garage, the night swallowing them up as they sped towards the hospital.

The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the twisting road ahead. Her eyes remained shut, her breathing ragged and shallow as she tried to manage the pain. Each contraction was more intense than the last, her body a symphony of agony and anticipation. Bruce's hand found hers, his grip firm and reassuring as he navigated the familiar path to the hospital.

"You're doing great," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the road. "Just keep breathing."

She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was unbearable now, a relentless wave that crashed over her again and again. Bruce's hand was the only anchor in the storm, a warm, steady presence that kept her from being swept away.

"Fucking hell!" she groaned, the words ripping from her chest as the contraction peaked. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her body taut as a bowstring. She felt as though she was being torn apart from the inside out, the baby's impending arrival a furious symphony of agony.

Bruce's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "Almost there," he whispered, his voice tight with concern. "Just hold on."

"What the fucking hell do you want me to hold onto?" She spat out through gritted teeth, her anger a stark contrast to the serene night outside the car windows. She was already tired of the pain, tired of the secrets, and tired of the fear that her labor would turn into a full-blown Gotham crisis.

He didn't respond to her outburst. He knew better than to argue with a woman in labor. "The hospital's up ahead," he said instead, his eyes darting to the GPS for confirmation. "We're almost there."

The car's tires skidded slightly as they took a sharp turn, and she felt the baby kick hard, as if in protest to the chaotic journey. She let out a low moan, "Oh, when this baby is born, you better pray I don't fucking kill you, Bruce. Because right now, I'm seriously considering it."

Bruce's jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice tight with tension. "We're almost there. Just keep breathing."

The hospital emerged from the darkness like a beacon of hope, its lights piercing the night like a thousand tiny stars. Bruce's heart hammered in his chest as he pulled the car into the emergency bay, the tires screeching to a halt. He threw the car into park and jumped out, rushing around to her side to help her out.

"I can do it," she grunted, her face contorted in pain as she pushed herself upright. Another contraction washed over her, and she leaned heavily against the car, panting. "Just get a fucking wheelchair."

Bruce didn't argue. He dashed into the hospital, the doors swinging open with a whoosh that seemed to echo the urgency of the situation. The cool air inside was a stark contrast to the stifling tension of the car.

In moments, a nurse in blue scrubs emerged, her face a mask of calm professionalism. She took in the scene with a quick glance, then moved with purpose towards her. "Ma'am," she said, her voice soothing, "let's get you inside."

The contraction passing, and she straightened up with a wince. "Well, no shit, I'm not having a baby out here," she quipped through gritted teeth, trying to keep the panic at bay. The nurse's eyes widened slightly at the profanity, but she remained unflappable, pushing the wheelchair closer.

Bruce helped her into the chair, his touch gentle despite his urgency. "Honey, I know you're in a lot of pain," he began, his voice tight with concern. "But just keep the profanity pointing at me, okay?" He shot a quick, apologetic look at the nurse. "The nice nurse is just doing her job to help you."

"Fine," She bit out, the pain in her voice a stark contrast to the coldness of her words. "Fuck you,"

"Yes, my love," Bruce said, his voice a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves.

The nurse wheeled her through the automatic doors, the cool air of the hospital's emergency room wrapping around them like a sterile embrace. The bright lights and the smell of antiseptic were jolting after the dark, quiet journey from the manor. Her eyes snapped open, and she took in the scene with a sense of urgency that seemed to fuel her every movement.

"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne," she said, pushing the wheelchair with an efficiency born of experience. She gripped the armrests, her knuckles white as Bruce jogged alongside her, his hand hovering protectively over her shoulder.

The hallways were a blur of white and blue as they sped towards the labor ward. The clack of the nurse's shoes echoed through the corridor, punctuated by her labored breaths. Each contraction was a battle, her body fighting against the relentless tide of pain that threatened to drown her.

Finally, the nurse stopped in front of a closed door, her expression calm and reassuring. "Here we are," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "Let's get you prepped for delivery."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving Bruce's as the nurse wheeled her into the room. It was a stark, medical space, but the sight of the hospital bed and the monitoring equipment brought a sense of relief.

The nurse began to ask questions, but her attention was on Bruce. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and determination, his jaw set as he nodded to each of the nurse's instructions. She could see the wheels turning in his head, planning for every possible scenario. It was a look she had seen countless times when he was Batman, but now it was for her, for their baby.

"Mrs., can you tell me how far apart your contractions are?" the nurse asked, her voice calm and soothing.

"Fuck if I know," she snapped, the pain making her irritable. "They're close. Too close."

Bruce stepped forward, his hand reaching for hers. "They're about two minutes apart," he said, his voice firm. "They've been getting stronger and closer since we left."

The nurse nodded, her gaze flicking to the monitors that had begun to beep in response to her contractions. She checked her watch and made a note before turning back to them with a gentle smile. "We'll get you into a room and start monitoring you properly," the nurse assured. "We're going to take good care of you."

"I fucking hope so," she gasped as another contraction hit, the intensity of the pain making her dizzy. The nurse's expression remained calm, but Bruce could see the concern in her eyes. She knew this wasn't the first time she'd seen a mother in such distress, but the urgency was palpable.

With a gentle touch, the nurse began to check she vitals, her movements swift and efficient. She spoke calmly, explaining each step as she went along. He eyes remained on Bruce, seeking comfort in his presence, as the nurse checked the baby's heart rate and the progression of her labor.

"You're already five centimeters dilated," the nurse announced, her voice a balm to their frazzled nerves. "Looks like baby Wayne is eager to make an entrance."

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle, his hand tightening around her. "The Wayne family trait," he murmured, his eyes shining with a hint of pride. "Always dramatic."

She glared at him, the pain momentarily forgotten. "You better not be calling me fucking dramatic," she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing. "Remember what I said back in the car Bruce."

Bruce's smile grew wider, but it was tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Of course, my love," he said, his voice a gentle tease. "I know how much you'd love to kill me, but right now let's focus on the baby."

The nurse gave them both a knowing look before focusing back on her. "Everything looks good," she said, her voice calm and soothing. "But we need to get you into a delivery room right away."

The words had barely left her mouth when a sharp pain lanced through her, "What was that?" she panted, her eyes wide with fear.

The nurse's expression grew serious. "That, Mrs. Wayne, was your baby deciding it's time to join us," she said, her voice calm. "You're in transition."

Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as the nurse called for a doctor over the intercom. The room was suddenly a flurry of activity, with medical staff rushing in and out, whispering urgently to one another. The chaos was a stark contrast to the quiet calm she had been trying to maintain throughout her labor, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of panic rising in her chest.

"Bruce," she choked out, her voice trembling. "Please don't leave me."

Her husband squeezed her hand reassuringly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice a steady promise. "I'll be right here with you."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as the contractions grew more intense. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced, a burning, crushing force that seemed to consume her whole being. But she knew she couldn't let it control her, not now. Not when their baby was so close.

"Bruce," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm sorry for snapping. This just hurts like hell, and I'm so tired of hiding it."

He squeezed her hand back, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing rhythm. "You don't have to apologize," he said, his voice a warm reassurance in the cold hospital room. "You're doing amazing."

The doctor rushed in, a stern look on her face that spoke of urgency. "We need to get you to the delivery room," she said, her voice firm but kind. "Your baby's ready to come out."

She nodded, gripping Bruce's hand so tightly he could feel her bones, but he didn't flinch. He was her rock, her protector, her love. The nurse wheeled her down the hallway, the lights flashing by like a strobe in a nightclub. Each bump in the floor sent a fresh wave of pain through her body, but she bit her lip, focusing on the end goal: holding her child.

The delivery room was a blur of activity, with nurses and doctors moving quickly and confidently. The cold, sterile smell washed over her, but it didn't matter. All she cared about was the warmth of Bruce's hand and the promise of their baby's arrival.

"Bruce," She whispered, her voice a raw, desperate plea as the contractions grew closer together.

He leaned in, his eyes full of love and determination. "You can do this," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her tightly closed eyes. "Our baby is almost here."

The doctor's voice was firm but gentle as she instructed her to begin pushing. "When you feel the next contraction," she said, "push down with everything you have. Don't hold back."

She took a deep breath, the room around her a cacophony of beeping machines and worried whispers. The only thing that grounded her was Bruce's hand in hers, his eyes never leaving hers. She nodded, steeling herself for the next onslaught of pain.

The contraction hit like a sledgehammer, and she gritted her teeth, pushing with every ounce of strength she had. Bruce's hand squeezed hers in encouragement, his eyes never leaving her face. "Good," he murmured, his voice steady. "Keep going."

Her body felt like it was being torn in two, but she pushed with everything she had, the sound of her own grunts filling her ears. The doctor's voice grew more insistent, counting down the seconds with a calm urgency.

"You're doing it," Bruce said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're almost there."

The room grew quieter, the only sounds the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the doctor's encouraging murmurs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her entire world focused on the effort of bringing their child into the world.

"One more big push," the doctor coached, her voice filled with excitement. "You're doing it."

She took one final, deep breath, and pushed with a roar that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. The pain was unbearable, but it was dwarfed by the overwhelming love and determination that fueled her.

Suddenly, there was a change in the room. The air grew thick with anticipation, and then, amidst a symphony of relief and joy, the doctor announced, "It's a girl!"

The cry of their daughter pierced the silence, a sound so beautiful it brought tears to their eyes. She collapsed back against the pillows, exhaustion and euphoria warring on her face. Bruce leaned over her, kissing her forehead as the doctor placed their tiny, squalling newborn into her arms. The baby's tiny fists waved in the air, her face red and wrinkled from her battle to be born.

"Hello, little one," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. She looked up at Bruce, her eyes shining with love and disbelief. "We have a daughter."

"Yes, we do," Bruce said, his voice thick with emotion as he stared down at their baby. "She's beautiful,"

The room was suddenly filled with the soft cries of their newborn daughter, her tiny voice a stark contrast to the sterile silence that had reigned moments before. Her heart swelled with love and relief, the pain of labor already fading into the background. She looked into Bruce's eyes, seeing the same love and wonder reflected there.

"What's her name?" the nurse asked, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

She and Bruce exchanged glances, the weight of their decision settling heavily on their hearts. They had discussed names endlessly, but in this moment, it felt like the most important choice they would ever make.

Writers note: I have no idea what to name her. What should her name be?

Tell me what you think it should be.

And I'll make a Part 4. But only if you people give me ideas for baby girl name.

#batman #bat family #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bat boys #dc fandom #dc universe #bruce wayne #bruce's wife #bruce wayne x pregnant reader #bruce wayne x reader #bat baby

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evilminji · 4 months ago

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Back at it again~! With my PIDM Wife-OC Thoughts!

A SI-OC obviously, because I am a sucker for that "stranger in a strange but familiar land" vibe! It's about the subtle sense of alienation, you know? This is not your heaven, not your earth. Not your sky, not your stars.

Not even... in fact, your body.

You Do Not Belong.

And yet... you remain. Persist. Struggle, as all life does, to find both happiness and purpose. A stranger here. A thief. Unwilling, yes. But cast into stolen goods regardless. Forced to live out the rest of their life, for them. Forever to wonder... DID you steal it? Or did they die? Did you merely pick up what was already cast aside? Would they forgive you? Can they?

Does it matter?

That's GOOD SHIT! Love me some exploration of Self! Of Identity!

And? It's made SO MUCH BETTER? I realized? If you become a Nameless Wife Charater!

'Cause here me out! In the beginning~☆ They were named characters. Had personalized stories. Personalities for the readers and Binghe to remember. But as the numbers grew and grew? They became Beauties. Flowers.

Fetishes.

That one is the cat girl wife. This one is the milf. Over there is the one with the nice feet. He fucks, he marries, he promptly forgets. Except when he wants something, of course. The consent of half those marriages? Shakey at best! Fuck or Die scenarios. False promises. Altered states of mind!

It's everything about being a Woman, historically, on steroids.

You are nothing but a vessel for your husband's power and pleasure. Again, remebered as a fetish. That intimate, private, thing that you shared with someone who you thought you love... who you thought loved YOU? Becoming all you are and all your known for.

The tits ones. The one who does that thing with her tounge. The freaky one, who likes to-

It's a pretty, gilded, hell on earth. And you've already shown up too late. Story's over. Except! No it's NOT. Because the author is a hack. And is dragging it all out! There is nothing but needless drama, torture porn, and ACTUAL porn for decades to come!

What do you DO?

The woman you were... ARE now, didn't survive her God awful Fuck or Die scenario. Not really. Maybe if the Protagonist still CARED she might have. If he had moved to help FASTER. But he's grown so jaded, so cold, he took too long. She died and he never noticed. You took her place and he never knew her well enough to tell the difference.

Can you even call that "courtship"? We fucked. Congrats, you're married?

Are... are you supposed to LOVE him now? Treat him like a spouse? You KNOW how you would treat a spouse. But that was always assuming either monogamy or failing that? A REASONABLE number of other spouses! Like "could fit at the same average sized table" number! THIS? This isn't a marriage. It's a legion. You've been literally fucking conscripted! Heavy emphasis on the fucking part!!

Do they expect you to, what? Sign up to the fuck roster? Wait eagerly for your turn, being used and tossed aside? To dream of the day a man you barely know, slips into your bed again? To mess you up with his INFAMOUSLY HUGE MONSTER COCK?!

Are all of you FUCKING INSANE!?

But that's the thing? Isn't it? SI-OC is trapped in a porn logic horror movie. And the monster is both her fellow victims... AND their Husband. Harem infighting takes no prisoners. None of these women will EVER believe you don't secretly want Husband's undivided love and attention. The POWER that comes with it.

And? Worst of all? The reasonable reaction of "THE FUCK?! Get away from me!" Even if cautiously implemented? RIGHT after he has "Won" a new bride? In that BRIEF moment before he near completely forgets she exists beyond a number and few base facts?

That's like waving a bag of treats in front of a bored dog. Ears come up, attention? Grabbed. The unfortunate combo of his traumas, neuroses, demonic instincts, and sadomasochism all blending together into history's most unfortunate paste. The more you DONT want him to pay attention to you and to go the fuck away? The more he NEEDS you to love him. Worship him. Pay ATTENTION to him.

It's the Shizun issues. Which are Daddy/Mommy issues(extended edition).

So OBVIOUSLY? SI-OC needs to LOVE him. And he's gonna haunt her like the horror movie monster he is until she does. He has literal Gu in her blood. He can track her anywhere. MAKE her feel any physical sensation he pleases. Pain? Easy. Pleasure? Even easier. Why NOT try an condition her to love him?

Morals? Boundaries? "Because that's deeply fucked up?"

Ha ha... So?

Reading about a character like PIDM Luo Binghe and MEETING a character are wildly different experiences. One? Is fantasy. Mere escapism. Trashy porn with a cool character or two. The OTHER? Is deeply, DEEPLY and viscerally horrifying.

It's the difference between the naughty and transgression fanasties we might have in private... and the Actual Serial Killar who traps us in a shed.

THEN?

Mr. UNHINGED? Meets Nice Shizun™. And it ALL goes to SHIT. Very, very fast.

Cause, see, before? BEFORE? Bingge didn't KNOW what he wanted. He was just gathering everything. All of it. For himself. In the vain hope it might finally fix why he's unhappy. That he might be able to hold on to those brief little highs, that he got from victory. From sex.

But NOW? Oh NOW he KNOWS what he wants. He wants Nice Shizun. Nice Wives. Not a BIG number but a CONCENTRATED amount of adoration. He realizes he's been going at this the wrong way. So?

Spring cleaning.

He has a specific vision of what he wants. And if YOU have to die for him to get it? That's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

All those women. Trapped. Reduced to "beauties", "flowers", and fetishs. People who had hopes and dreams. Ambitions of their own. Who were so much MORE then their appearances and ability to be fucked. Dying. Day after day after day. This one not "kind" enough. That one doesn't smile right. She was too cold, too awkward, too proud. Dead, dead, dead.

Why are you crying? We're going to be so happy~!

A story that starts at the End. In hell. All those Wive's family's rightfully seeking justice. Getting caught in the crossfire. Because... because she is so tired. Because there are younger wives behind her. Because she has already died before.

Maybe this time will be kinder.

(That poor man. The warrior who shot her. She knew his sister. He... he looked so horrified. He didn't mean to hurt her. She forgives him. She... for..give..s...hi..m)

Waking up in SVSSS.

Indeed, the next life IS kinder. The System apologizes for the poor integration! She was SUPPOSED to awaken during the EARLY days of PIDM. Become a Main Wife! Help the story reach its full potential! However, PIDM was mistakenly categorized as "simple fix"! And handed over to a Beginner System.

It... is NOT.

(And even if it WAS, you put the User in the WRONG PART OF THE PLOT! *mechanical whacking noise*)

So~! Please enjoy this Journey Of Healing Side Plot~~☆ (yaaaay! Woooo! *confetti* pls don't be upseeeeeet~☆! Ha ha...) in which you, the User, will go one wonderful journey of Healing~☆!

..........is this a bribe? (Yes! It absolutely is! Please have some extra points, valued customer!) She... will take that bribe. Pleasure doing business with you. Kindly keep Crazy Pants away from her.

So NOW? We have Two camps. Team "fuckers, I DID MY TIME" over here in her SECOND-second run. Having her lovely, supportive System and slice of Life exploration of the world. And the OTHER two reincarnators who are all "wtf? That's not fair! Why does wife 453 get that but I dont?"

Ha! MAYBE?? BECAUSE she had to live as the woman remembered, even by YOU Mr. SUPER FAN and THE ACTUAL AUTHOR, as "Wife 453"! Tell me? What. Was? MY? NAME!? Hmm? Not my tit size, not what he did to me in bed, not what he thought of me naked, MY NAME. What was my favorite color? What I hoped to achieve in life?

The part where I KNOWINGLY and CONSENSUALLY agreed to marry that man.

Make Mr. "Everyone's gay for Binghe, who WOULDN'T want to marry him?" Face that... yeah, some of them DIDN'T. Make Airplane look into the face of all the women he condemned, however unknowingly. Let them look upon a kind face that STILL shows no sympathy, that says onto to them "the only way through hell, is to keep walking. Stop complaining."

Still ends up with Tianlang-jun though. Because she emphasizes HARD with being trapped for no reason. And being on the "wrong" side of the narrative, going down with the ship? There is a peace to that. At least this time... SHE chose her fate.

And Tianlang-jun doesn't want to fuck her.

They both got Trauma™ around that. Intimacy directly lead to the worst events of their lives. So like... how bout a cuddle. Everybody keeps their clothes on. He's a god damned mushroom, ffs. They are GOING THROUGH IT. But! They are GETTING through it.

Old married couple vibes. Except they are both literally NEVER getting married again, so help them gods. Because, Again, Trauma. So like... Tired Sassy Immortals who read bad porn together and their beleaguered Snake son. Hang out in a crypt.

AND THEN BINGGE SHOWS UP.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright @lolottes

#minji's writing #pidw #svsss #xanxia #pidw wife si-oc #sometimes hell is being Wife number 453 #wife plots are NOT CONSENT #fuck or Die are CERTAINLY not consent #they literally have the threat of DEATH in the title!#si-oc wants OUT #give her a fucking divorce you psychopath #Tianlang-jun for Best Husband #its the sad “i miss my Wife🥺😭” vibes #you'll never replace her and your not even trying #because thats fucked up and you're an adult #stucking together so we can be less lonely together #sticking #i swear i can spell #no really

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 2 months ago

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Yan MerMay!

Dear lord I'm a bit late but it is finals so starting after May 9th, I'll be doing and taking Mermay requests.

They can be:

Normal

Yandere/horror

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

Suggestive

What I won't do:

Pedophilia (block me if you want this, I think it's disgusting in any context)

Incest (same as the first and no I'm not comfortable with pseudo incest either)

Smut (rape, noncon (when I hint at it, it's to show how despicable the yandere's actions are), any actual sex (I'm not experienced at all with this and have a hard time not giggling when thinking about writing it))

Ocs/ character x charater (allowing poly though or both parenting or befriending in platonic cases)

Take any level of harassment (I'm doing this for free, if I haven't written your request don't get angry, being mentally ill and neurodivergent doesn't disappear)

All must be:

Mermaid/Pirate related (ocean gods included) to participate

Specific if personal request as well as approved by me

Fandoms/Ocs:

Fairy Tales/Folklore

Hetalia

Avatar Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra (aged up minors/platonic only)

Honkair Star Rail

Total Drama Island/World Tour (once again no romance with minors so aged up or stritcly platonic)

Dungeon Meshi

Jojo's Bizarre Adventures

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me

Mythology

Pokemon characters (and pokehumans regarding romance. If actual pokemon platonic only (no pokephilia))

Invincible (?) (I'm on season two no spoilers)

Kid in the back of the classroom/Sunny Day Jack/ Boyfriend to Death (fair warning I HATE Strade)

All of my Ocs and specific requests

Prompts (Both Romantic and Platonic)

Anglerfish: Following a bright light you ignore the creature luring you in with smiling fangs.

Barnacle: A marine invertebrate that attach easily to ocean creatures, while mostly harmless sometimes the relationship can become parasitic.

Cutlass: The sharp curved blade reminds you of the teeth and claws of the sadistic creature who refuses to release you from its grasp.

Depths: No one knows how deep the ocean goes as only few can explore, they say it hides hideous monsters. Monsters who are oh so lonely.

Enchanting: A voice as smooth as silk and light as the breeze, said to lure sailors to their doom. The prettiest things can prove the most dangerous.

Flagship: An military officer commands their ship to search for the bandits ravaging their ocean, only to find the boat on the open sea with no crew in sight. A dangerous pit settles in their stomach.

Gale: Strong winds that beat down ships and fishing villages, it's best you remain indoors. However a mysterious stranger begs you for safety in your home, how could you refuse?

Hidden Treasure: Legends of fortune remaining untouched in sunken ships is a lure for the risk takers and the desperate. However this fortune comes with a price as the one who died protecting it grow attached.

Isle: A tropical paradise filled with all the fresh water, fruits and beauty. Too bad the only other creature on the island is dead set on keeping you their forever.

Jellyfish: To you they are ethereal all aglow charming you under the cover of dark with their glow. However, just because they are enamored with you, doesn't mean they don't still have their stingers.

Kraken: Mythical creature famous for destroying ships in it's clutch and causing terrible storms. Only human sacrifice can calm the beast and you have taken your sister's place.

Lighthouse: Bright light that protects ships from smashing onto the rocky shore, it is also rumored to be the final resting place of one who waited for their true love to return.

Moon: Under the cover of night many sea creatures are active and hunting as they bask in the calm silver light of the moon. One full moon your life was changed by a strange encounter.

Net: Bold are the fishermen of the sea who cast nets in hopes of reeling the ocean's bounty. These same nets tangled a fearsome beast with a hatred for humans. However one kind deed from a gentle human led to a lifelong obsession.

Octopus: Eight legged invertebrate known for its intelligence and ability to squeeze into the smallest places. Like an octopus they are determined to squeeze themselves into your heart and never let go.

Pelt: A selkie pelt is it's most important possession, human men of old stole pelts as a means to force the selkie women to marry them. However you unknowingly took the pelt and claimed the selkie with it.

Queen Anne: A famed cruise line known for its luxurious trips, your vacation of a lifetime. However while your avoiding responsibilities a strange fog rolls over the boat, have the people on this boat always acted so strange?

Rip Tide: Rip tides are powerful currents of water flowing back into the sea. Unfortunate souls are swept beneath the surface never seen again. You find yourself at the mercy of the sea in the embrace of an unfamiliar creature.

Sea Witch: Sea witches are feared by mermaids and humans alike for their terrible power, yet are flocked too for their ability to grant wishes. Watch out though as nothing in this world comes for free.

Tears: Legend has it that if a fishman's wife is unhappy in her marriage and sheds seven tears into the ocean a male selkie will appear attracted to her sorrow. This affairs rarely end happily.

Undine: Unearthly maids of the ocean born without a soul, enthralling to men and women alike. The only way for them to achieve humanity is to marry a human. Beware as anything seen as infidelity can lead to the human spouses doom.

Voyage: The smell of the sea and spirit of adventure draw you to sail the seven seas. Such fearlessness can be put to the test as the real monsters are all around.

Waves: Passionate and unstable like the waves of their home ready to drag the unwilling humans and feed on their flesh. What happens when a force of nature collides with vengeful child of the land?

X-Cross Bones: Escaping the life that plagues you on shore you stow aboard a "merchant ship", stomach drops when you hear screams and see fire. A skull and cross bones mocks you as bloodthirsty pirates find you trembling with fear.

Yearning: The call of the ocean is irresistible to some, however none discuss how those of the sea can long just as hard for the land. Seeing you there on the beach has made someone determined to follow you as you turn to leave. They will forfeit all for their love

Zebrafish: Merfolk are new organisms for scientific discovery and rare to get alive. Just who is studying whom though?

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★ — I'll survive, i always do | FINAL SPECIAL

4.4ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴀᴜ

CW : Plane crash, love triangle, pregnancy, wilderness, blood mentioned, fire mentioned, gun mentioned, suicide, major charater death

A/N: this was the longest ive ever taken to write something i honestly didnt know how to finally finish this series

The gym hadn’t changed much. Still smelled like old wood and lemon-scented floor cleaner. Still had those awful flickering lights. Still echoed like hell when people laughed too hard.

Sevika stood near the doors, arms crossed, eyes flicking across the streamers and balloons and the banner overhead: “Welcome Back, Class of 1997!”

Cute.

She downed the last of her plastic cup of something vaguely whiskey-flavored, then glanced at the clock. If she left now, no one would notice. No one ever really did.

She’d already done the whole circuit—signed in, stared at her old name tag too long, avoided everyone who looked at her like she should be dead. She didn't want to make small talk with people who got to go home after senior year.

Her feet were already turning when—

“Sevika?!”

The voice hit her like a dodgeball to the face. She blinked. Turned.

Jinx was halfway across the room, pink sequined dress, big white heels, and the most ridiculous blown-out blue curls Sevika had ever seen. She looked like a fever dream of a middle schooler’s idea of glamour. Still unmistakably her.

“You were just gonna leave?!” Jinx gasped, bounding over like nothing had happened—like twenty-five years of silence didn’t separate them.

Sevika huffed, biting back a smile. “Thought about it.”

“You look like you’ve been dragged through a sewer,” Jinx grinned. “You look great.”

Vi joined a beat later—shorter haircut, slightly softer face, but same stance. Arms crossed, head tilted, guarded but trying not to be.

Sevika gave her a nod. “Vi.”

“Sev,” Vi said with a sigh, a smile barely tugging at her lips. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

“I didn’t either.”

The three stood there, and for a moment it felt normal. Until Sevika looked up.

Everyone was staring.

Not in an obvious, finger-pointing way. Just… watching. Waiting. The plane crash had become a myth to most people—an urban legend with yearbook photos. The survivors? They were ghosts walking.

But no one said anything.

No one would say anything.

The music swelled again, people laughed, and the moment passed.

Until the principal tapped the mic.

“Hi, everyone,” she said with forced cheer. “So wonderful to see so many familiar faces. Before we get into dancing and drinks, I thought we’d take a moment to remember the classmates we lost…”

No. No, no.

Sevika’s spine went rigid.

The slideshow began.

Photos of bright smiles. Awkward teenage poses. Graduation robes. A track meet. Prom.

Then: “In Loving Memory.”

Mel. Caitlyn. Jayce.

And then— You.

Your photo wasn’t formal. Just a candid—eyes half-closed, laughing at something out of frame. She felt the breath leave her body.

The gym spun a little. The walls felt too close.

She shoved her way past a group near the snack table, pushed open the gym doors, and stumbled outside into the cool air.

The night hit her like a slap.

She paced the sidewalk, pulling a cigarette from her coat pocket with shaking fingers. She was halfway through lighting it when—

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She froze.

Your voice.

She turned.

You were standing just a few feet away, leaning casually against the railing like you’d been waiting for her all night. Pale. Bloody. Bits of pine stuck in your hair like you’d just walked out of the woods.

But your eyes? Still warm. Still you.

“Jesus Christ…” Sevika whispered.

You tilted your head. “You didn’t think they’d use that photo, did you?”

Sevika couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

You stepped forward, smiling a little. “You know, you didn’t say goodbye.”

Her throat tightened. “You’re not real.”

“Maybe,” you said, still smiling, soft and eerie. “But you missed me anyway.”

The door creaked open behind her.

Vi stepped out, squinting against the light. “You okay?”

Sevika blinked—and you were gone.

Just the railing. Just the smoke curling from her cigarette.

“Got another one of those?” Vi asked, stepping beside her.

Sevika swallowed hard and handed her the pack.

Neither of them said anything for a minute.

Then Vi lit up and muttered, “God, I hate reunions.”

Sevika laughed once—just a breath. “Yeah. Me too.”

The two of them stood under the yellow glow of the parking lot lights, smoke curling from the ends of their cigarettes. The gym was still buzzing behind them—distant laughter, muffled music, the clink of drinks—but out here, it was quiet. Heavy.

Sevika hadn’t said a word since she came back from wherever she’d been… from whoever she’d seen.

Vi broke the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

Sevika gave a noncommittal grunt, taking another drag.

Vi hesitated. “Do you ever… I don’t know. Hear things? See people?”

That made Sevika glance over.

Vi didn’t meet her eyes. “It started a few months ago. Maybe longer. I thought it was just dreams, but… she’s awake. She talks like she never died. Like we’re still in the woods, and we’re not starving, and nothing went wrong.”

Her voice cracked slightly. “Sometimes I see her walking ahead of me. Sometimes I forget she’s gone.”

A long silence settled between them. The cicadas buzzed in the distance. A car door slammed somewhere nearby.

Then Sevika said, quietly, “You see her too.”

Vi turned to her, brows furrowed. “Wait. You—?”

Sevika nodded once. Slow. Like saying it out loud made it more real. “Not all the time. Just enough to wonder if I’m losing it.”

Vi let out a shaky breath and looked away, blinking hard. “I didn’t think anyone else—”

“She talks like nothing ever happened,” Sevika murmured. “Like we’re gonna meet at the lake or raid the pantry. Like Jayce is still alive. Like you’re still talking to me.”

Vi laughed, bitter and low. “Guess we’re both crazy.”

“Maybe,” Sevika said. “Or maybe she never really left.”

They both went quiet again, the weight of it pressing into their bones.

“I don’t wanna go back in,” Vi muttered.

“Then don’t.”

They stood in silence, shoulder to shoulder. Haunted. United. For the first time in years.

Sevika’s head throbbed like it had been used as a drum. The taste of old whiskey clung to the back of her throat, and her shirt smelled like smoke and sweat and regret.

She groaned, squinting against the sunlight bleeding through the motel blinds. Her mouth was dry. Her knuckles bruised from gripping too hard—either the bottle or the steering wheel last night, she wasn’t sure.

She dragged herself into the tiny bathroom, flipping on the light with a wince. The mirror was streaked and fogged, but as she leaned down to splash water on her face—

Her breath caught.

There. Behind her in the reflection.

You.

You were standing behind her. Same messy hair. Same tired eyes. A little older than the last time you were real. You smiled, soft and tired, like nothing had ever happened.

Sevika spun around.

Empty.

She gripped the edge of the sink, head hanging low. “Get a grip,” she muttered. But her hands were shaking.

You were in her head again. And maybe you always would be.

She didn’t plan on going.

Didn’t know why she did, really. Maybe guilt. Maybe curiosity. Maybe punishment.

But here she was, standing outside the small house at the edge of town. Weathered siding. Wind chimes. Overgrown roses climbing the porch railing. It looked nothing like the woods. Nothing like blood and cold and desperation.

She knocked once. Twice.

The door opened.

And for a second—just a second—it was you.

Same eyes. Same mouth. The shape of your jaw. A little taller. Darker hair, maybe. But everything else? Like some cruel echo.

The woman blinked, confused. “Can I help you?”

“Val?” Sevika asked, her voice rough. Like it hurt to say the name.

Val nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

“I—” Sevika faltered. “I knew your mom.”

Val tilted her head, wary, but not unkind. “You’re… from the plane, right?”

“Something like that,” Sevika said, clearing her throat. “Can we talk?”

Val looked her up and down, then stepped aside.

“Yeah. I was wondering when one of you would show up.”

Sevika walked in.

And everything inside her started to shake.

Because Val moved like you.

Talked like you.

But you were gone.

And Sevika wasn’t sure if this visit was closure… or just another ghost in disguise.

The tea steamed softly between them, curling like ghost-breath in the silence.

Val sat across from Sevika at a small wooden kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a chipped floral mug. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was heavy. Dense with the things neither of them knew how to say.

Val took a slow sip, then set the mug down gently. “You don’t have to tell me what happened,” she said. “I know some of it. The official version. The ‘we survived something no one else did’ story.”

Sevika looked down at her tea. Didn’t drink it. Just stared at it.

“But I always knew there was more,” Val added. “The way people flinch when they talk about it. The way they never say her name.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened. “You look just like her.”

Val blinked, caught off guard. “I get that a lot. I used to hate it. Now… I don’t know. I think I wear it like armor.”

“You move like her too,” Sevika said, her voice quieter. “It’s messed up. Every time I blink, it’s like I’m back in that cabin. Like she’s still eighteen and laughing like the world isn’t on fire.”

Val gave a sad smile. “You loved her.”

“Yeah.” Sevika finally took a sip. “Still do.”

There was a beat of silence before Val asked, “Did she love you?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away.

She stared into the tea again like it might offer her something—some truth she didn’t know how to say out loud.

“She didn’t get the chance to say it,” Sevika murmured. “But yeah. I think she did. I think we were finally getting there. And then...”

She trailed off. She didn’t need to finish.

Val didn’t push. She nodded, gently. “She always had good taste.”

That pulled a dry laugh from Sevika—soft and small, but real.

Val took another sip, then asked, “Do you still see her?”

Sevika froze.

Then nodded.

“Sometimes in dreams. Sometimes in mirrors. Sometimes when I wake up too fast and think I hear her singing in the kitchen.”

Val didn’t flinch. “Me too.”

They sat like that for a long time. Two versions of grief at the same table. One haunted by the past, the other shaped by it.

Eventually, Val spoke again. “You came here for a reason.”

“I needed to see if there was anything left of her,” Sevika admitted. “And there is.”

Absolutely—here’s a full rewrite of the scene, now with the updated context: Val was just a baby when they were rescued, and she was given your reader character’s belongings when she turned 18. The tone here is quiet, intimate, and emotionally charged, with Sevika finally stepping into the weight of what’s been left behind:

Val didn’t say anything when she stood from the kitchen table. She just glanced toward the back hallway and nodded for Sevika to follow.

They walked in silence, the house creaking under their steps. The floorboards were uneven, worn down from decades of trying to carry more than they were built for. Val led her to the basement door and flicked on the overhead light.

It buzzed to life—dim and yellow and tired.

The stairs groaned as they descended. The air was cooler down there, still. Like time hadn’t moved in years.

In the far corner were stacks of boxes. Carefully labeled in black marker.

[Y/N] – High School [Y/N] – Letters [Y/N] – Private DO NOT OPEN

Val didn’t touch them. She just sat on the bottom step, arms resting on her knees.

“They gave them to me when I turned eighteen,” she said. Her voice echoed in the basement—light, but distant. “Like some kind of gift.”

Sevika stood still, her eyes locked on the boxes. On the name. On you.

“They said I should know where I came from,” Val continued. “That it was time I started understanding what I was ‘meant’ to carry.”

She laughed once, hollow. “I don’t remember her. I was just a baby. But they handed me this whole person—her journals, her clothes, her mixtapes, a necklace with a broken clasp—and they wanted me to be her.”

Sevika’s jaw clenched.

“They didn’t say it like that,” Val added. “But they wanted her to live again. Through me.”

Sevika walked to one of the boxes, resting a hand on the lid. Her fingers were trembling.

“She was nothing like what people think,” Sevika said. “She was stubborn. Kind. Loud as hell. Braver than all of us.”

Val looked up. “Did she want to be a mom?”

Sevika’s throat tightened. That wasn’t a question she’d ever expected.

“She was scared,” Sevika said honestly. “But she never stopped trying. Even when she was starving. Even when she knew she wouldn’t make it. She protected you.”

Val nodded slowly. “I always thought... maybe I owed her something. For that.”

“You don’t,” Sevika said, finally meeting her eyes. “You don’t owe her anything.”

Val blinked, quiet.

“I do,” Sevika added, softer now. “But not you.”

They stood in the hum of silence for a while, surrounded by the pieces of a life that never got to be finished.

“She’d be proud of you, you know,” Sevika murmured.

Val tilted her head. “Why?”

Sevika gave a small, pained smile. “Because you’re not trying to be her. You’re just trying to live.”

Val didn’t smile back, but her shoulders relaxed. Just a little.

“I don’t want her story in a box anymore,” she said, finally. “If you have pieces of her—real ones—tell me.”

Sevika nodded once. “I will.”

And for the first time in years, it didn’t feel like memory. It felt like something finally waking up.

Sevika crouched in front of the box labeled [Y/N] – Private, running her calloused fingers over the lid for a long moment before carefully opening it. The smell hit her first—old paper, dried flowers, faint traces of the forest. Like the box had held in decades of memory and grief.

Nestled among loose photos and folded letters was a battered leather journal, the cover cracked and water-damaged, the edges curled like it had been clutched tight even in the rain. Her breath caught in her throat as she lifted it out.

“That one,” Val said quietly from behind her. “A girl dropped it off when I turned eighteen. Said she found it in the wreckage. She had bright blue hair… kind of wild. She didn’t say much. Just... handed it to me and left.”

Sevika’s hands tightened around the book. Her jaw clenched. Jinx. Of course.

She didn’t say anything—didn’t let Val see the wave of heat crawling under her skin. She just turned away slightly and slowly opened the journal.

The first page was smudged but legible.

Day 37. I don’t know what day it actually is. I just know the cold is different now. Not biting—numb. Like my body’s just giving up little by little. But I still feel her kick. And I think that’s enough for now.

Sevika blinked hard.

Her thumb moved to the next page.

Sevika held my hand last night. I think she thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t. She was shaking. I think she’s more scared than she’ll admit.

A few pages ahead:

Mel and Caitlyn are trying to keep it together. Vi’s getting reckless again. Jinx is quiet. That scares me more than when she’s loud.

Then—

I don’t want to die. But sometimes I think… if I do, I hope someone tells her that I tried. I tried to stay for her. For Val. For Sevika.

The name felt like a gut punch.

I’m sorry for yelling at her. I was scared. I didn’t want her to see how bad it was getting.

Sevika turned another page, and another—your handwriting becoming shakier, words rushed, ink bleeding where tears or rain had soaked through.

me and jinx have been waiting the storm out but the baby is coming now, something doesnt feel right.

then underneath it, smeared with blood. If Sevika finds this… I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.

Sevika shut the journal, her hands trembling.

She didn’t cry.

Not in front of Val.

But her heart had already split open, and the only thing keeping her together was the sound of your words still echoing in her head.

Val stepped forward, her voice softer now. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“I know,” Sevika rasped, staring down at the journal. “But she did.”

Sevika sat in silence for a long while after finishing the journal, her thumb still brushing over the last page. Val had gone back upstairs to give her space, but her presence lingered like a soft weight.

She looked down again at the familiar handwriting. At the final entries.

There were things in there Val didn’t need to see. Things no daughter should ever read about her mother. Especially the parts after the first snowfall. Especially when the food ran out.

The entries got colder. Blunter. Less poetry, more survival.

Mel was the first. We told ourselves it was mercy. Caitlyn didn’t make it long after. Vi cried for hours. I didn’t eat. But I knew. I knew what they were doing. I kept thinking if I died, they’d feed on me too. I didn’t want to be food. I wanted to be remembered.

Sevika shut the journal again with a soft thud.

She stared at the worn leather for a long beat, then tucked it inside her jacket, close to her chest. Not because she wanted it. But because Val didn’t need to.

When she came back up the stairs, Val was washing dishes like she hadn't just passed her mother’s ghost down in the basement.

“I’m gonna come by again next week,” Sevika said, voice low.

Val looked over, drying her hands. “Yeah?”

Sevika nodded. “I owe you that much”

She didn’t wait for Val to ask questions. She just left—with the journal and everything it held.

Jinx’s apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that clung to the walls and settled in the corners like dust. Sevika didn’t knock. She didn’t have it in her.

She kicked the door open and stormed inside, boots loud on the hardwood. Jinx was curled on the couch in a hoodie and shorts, fiddling with the antenna on a busted radio, a bowl of cereal half-eaten on the coffee table.

She looked up, blinking like she was waking from a nap. “Uh… hi?”

Sevika didn’t answer.

She walked straight up to the table and slammed the leather-bound journal down. The sound cracked like thunder in the silence.

Jinx’s face went pale.

“Why,” Sevika growled, “was this with Val and not me?”

Jinx sat up straighter, her hands trembling slightly. “I—what are you—she turned eighteen, I thought—she had the right—”

Sevika’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I asked.”

Jinx looked around like the walls might help her, her mouth opening, closing. “I didn’t think it was mine to give to you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I didn’t know how you’d take it!” Jinx snapped. “I thought it would mess you up!”

Sevika stepped forward, towering now.

“You think I wasn’t already messed up?”

Jinx backed into the arm of the couch. Sevika grabbed her by the collar and shoved her up against the wall in one hard motion, making the picture frames rattle.

Jinx gasped, her eyes wide. “Sev—!”

“Are you keeping something from me?” Sevika yelled, her voice raw. Her arm trembled from the pressure of holding back something worse. “Are you hiding something else?!”

Jinx swallowed hard. Her lips wobbled, her hands reaching up slowly like she didn’t know whether to defend herself or fall apart.

Then she broke.

“I destroyed it,” she whispered.

Sevika froze. “What?”

“The transmitter,” Jinx croaked. “After the crash. Three days in. I found the emergency transmitter in the tail wreckage. I—I didn’t tell anyone.”

The world shifted. Sevika could hear the blood rushing in her ears.

“I smashed it,” Jinx said. “I didn’t want them to find us. I thought someone dangerous would show up. I thought we could survive on our own. I didn’t—I didn’t think she’d die.”

Sevika stepped back like she’d been punched.

“She could have been saved.” Her voice cracked at the edges. “You let her bleed out in the cold.”

Jinx’s mouth trembled. “I didn’t mean for that to happen—”

CRACK.

Sevika’s hand struck her across the face.

Jinx stumbled into the wall, cradling her cheek, breath hitching in pain and shock.

Sevika stared down at her, shaking with fury. “And the hunts?” she asked. “The whispers? You turned us against mel, you told us she wanted to eat the baby”

Jinx didn’t answer.

“Tell me the truth.”

Jinx slowly looked up.

“I targeted Mel,” she said. “She wanted to leave. She- she found me with the transmitter. She was going to expose everything.”

Sevika stepped back.

Disgust. Horror. Rage. All boiling beneath the surface.

“You killed her.”

“She was going to bring it all back,” Jinx said, quieter. “The news. The names. All of it.”

Sevika didn’t think.

She didn’t plan it.

Her hand closed around the heavy brass lamp from the table beside the couch.

She swung.

THUD.

Jinx dropped instantly.

The silence returned. Sharp and suffocating.

Sevika stared down at her body, chest rising and falling like she’d just run ten miles.

Blood pooled on the rug. The same color as the forest had been, all those years ago.

She waited for the guilt.

It didn’t come.

The knock on Val’s door came just after midnight.

She had just turned off the last lamp and was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through one of her mother’s old mixtapes like it might still hold some kind of answer. The sound made her jump.

She opened the door cautiously.

And froze.

Sevika stood there, her coat soaked in blood. Her hands red. Her expression hollow.

“Jesus,” Val breathed. “What happened?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. She looked past Val, into the house, like it would be easier if she didn’t have to meet her eyes.

Val stepped back, alarm growing. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Sevika said hoarsely. “It’s not mine.”

Val shut the door behind her quickly, locking it out of instinct.

“Sit down,” she said. “I’ll get water—”

“No,” Sevika cut in, her voice flat. “I’m not here for water.”

Val turned slowly, her face pale now.

Sevika stepped into the kitchen, dripping red onto the tile. She looked down at her hands. Then up at Val.

“I need to tell you the truth. All of it.”

Val didn’t move.

Sevika pulled the chair out and sank into it, her shoulders slumped like they weighed a thousand pounds.

“You read pieces of it. In her journal. But it didn’t say everything. Not the worst parts.”

Val leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Sevika looked at her, and this time—she didn’t look away.

“When the food ran out… people changed. We changed. We weren’t right anymore. We started hearing things. Seeing people in the woods. We thought the trees were watching us. We started giving names to the shadows, making rules. Rituals.”

Val said nothing, but her face was drawn and pale.

“I was part of the hunts,” Sevika continued, voice ragged. “We took turns going after the weakest. Anyone who wanted out… or stopped believing in the way we were surviving. Mel tried to leave.”

Val’s lip trembled. “You killed them.”

Sevika didn’t answer.

Val’s voice cracked. “Did you kill her too?”

Sevika’s face crumpled. She looked away.

“We didn’t kill her. Not… directly.” She swallowed hard. “She died giving birth. Alone. In the cold.”

Val’s eyes welled. Her throat worked hard to hold something back.

“She bled out in my arms after jinx brought us to her,” Sevika said, tears finally forming in her eyes. “And we were starving. We buried her. But… not before…”

She couldn’t say the words.

But she didn’t have to.

Val’s knees buckled slightly. She leaned forward on the counter, her hand over her mouth.

“Oh my god.”

Sevika sat there, letting it hang in the air like smoke. Like the truth had poisoned the room.

“She didn’t want to die,” she whispered. “She wanted to be remembered. She wanted you to live.”

Val wiped her face, trying to breathe, trying to hold it in. Val looked at her again.

And this time, she didn’t see her mother’s protector.

She saw the monster that ate her

Sevika’s house was dark when she returned.

She didn’t turn on the lights. Didn’t take off her coat. The blood had dried, stiff and flaking. Her boots left faint red marks with every step across the hardwood floor.

She walked to the small desk in the corner of the room, opened the drawer, and pulled out the old handgun she hadn’t touched in years.

The metal was cold in her hand. Heavy. Familiar.

She sat down in the middle of the room, the weight of the silence pressing down around her. The journal still sat on the table, its pages curled. A life recorded in secret. A goodbye disguised as survival.

She checked the chamber. One bullet.

That’s all it would take.

She sat for a long time, the muzzle resting against her temple, her finger trembling on the trigger.

And then—

“Hey.”

She looked up.

You were standing across from her, near the doorway. Soft, bloody, barefoot. Just like you looked the day she lost you. Pale lips. Hair damp with snow. But your eyes were kind. Alive.

“You look tired,” you said, smiling gently.

Sevika’s hand shook harder.

You stepped closer, but didn’t touch her. “It wasn’t all your fault, Sev.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sevika whispered, voice breaking.

“I’ve always been here,” you said.

A pause.

Then you knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes.

“She forgives you. But you have to forgive yourself.”

Sevika’s eyes flooded. Her chest heaved.

“I can’t.”

You smiled again. “Then let go.”

She closed her eyes.

And pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed through the house.

And then there was nothing but silence.

Just the way it was in the woods.

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ghostxrose · 1 year ago

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𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary ~ You thought it would be just another night at work until your eyes met the crimson ones of Pro Hero Dynamight..

Tags/Warnings ~ Minors DNI, NSFW 18+ Content, Charaters are in their 20s, FemStripper!Reader, P in V, unprotected sex, porn with some plot, oral sex, face riding, multiple orgasms, creampie, WC 9k, idk what else to tag

Note ~ Hello Lovelies! I hope you all enjoy this spicy lil fic I've got for ya here! I'm still not all that good at writing smut stuff so don't expect too much of me, haha. I do want to give a quick thank you for all of the hype I got for this fic from my Sneak Peek post, so thank you Lovelies! Anyway, I'll let all you fiends get to reading! <3

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the back door to the nightclub you work at from the driver’s seat of your car. You weigh the pros and cons of going inside and clocking in for your shift while you sip on your first Red Bull of the night. It’s not that you hate your job or your coworkers, it’s just that feeling that everyone gets before walking into work. That feeling of “ugh, I wanna go back home and be lazy” that settles over you until you shove it away and force yourself to get out of your car. With your bag slung lazily over one shoulder you lock your car, then head for the door that you’ve been dead-eyeing on and off for the last 30-ish minutes.

Once inside the nightclub, you make your way to your dressing room. The bass from whatever song whoever is on stage right now has chosen thumps through your eardrums and chest. You absentmindedly nod your head to the beat as you enter your dressing room. You close the door behind you and lock it, then walk over to the vanity. Setting your bag down, you grab the tablet sitting at the corner of the vanity countertop from its charging port and sit down. You log into the nightclub’s app and clock in before clicking the “songs” tab within the app.

Once it loads up you scroll through the list of suggested songs but none of them really call out to you or feel right for the vibe you create when you get on stage. You tap the search function then get to typing and looking up songs to add to your list for your sets tonight. As soon as you’ve lined up a pretty nice selection of six songs you submit the list, then shut the tablet off and begin prepping yourself for your first set.

You touch up your makeup and loosely curl your hair. After laying out both outfits you brought for tonight, you decide to flip a coin to see which one you should wear first. Heads is for the lacy dark purple bra and thong set with a pair of black open-toed stilettos - simple but still a favorite amongst crowds. Tails is for the slightly more intricately designed deep wine colored bralette and g-string set with dark red cross strap, heeled sandals - another crowd favorite because of the way it’s slightly more.. sheer as far as materials go.

You toss the coin into the air with a small but knowing smirk because you know that it really doesn’t matter what outfit you wear. What people really show up for are the feelings of dark attraction that the physical traits of your Quirk stirs up inside them. Attraction that makes them feel as if it’s taboo or maybe even dangerous to tamper with, but they enjoy the thrill either way.

Your Quirk is called Hellspawn, but you’ve never viewed it in a negative light. Your Quirk is the product of generations of similar Quirks possessed by both sides of your family. You’ve been taught your whole life to be proud of your Quirk and its traits, no matter what people might say or think. You confidently show off your demon-like horns, wings, fangs, and tail every day.

The coin lands on heads so you put on the dark purple outfit and stilettos, taking your time to make sure everything goes on just right. With one final glance in the full length mirror in your dressing room you smile at your reflection, then turn to leave and head backstage. As you walk through the back hallways of the nightclub you begin to feel excitement and adrenaline thrum through your veins. Just because this is a job doesn’t mean that you don’t have fun when you’re up on stage.

“There’s my girl! How’re ya doin’ tonight, Luci?” Sakura, the nightclub’s manager and owner, cheerfully greets you when you get backstage.

“Ask me that after my set,” you say jokingly. “Better yet, when you see me raking in tons of bills just assume that I’m feeling pretty good!” You add on with a smirk.

“Mmm, always love your confidence, Babes! Alright, now get out there and kill it like you always do!” Sakura says with a wink, then focuses back on whatever she was working on her tablet.

You smile to yourself, amped up by the vibes within the club and your rising confidence, and begin stretching to warm your muscles up for your first set of the night. More adrenaline, and the caffeine from your energy drink, hits your veins when you hear the ending of the last song for whoever is on stage and you wait for your stage name to be called.

“Alright everyone, can I get a round of cheers for our lovely Siren?! Don’t worry, they’ll be back a little later!!” Hikari, tonight’s DJ, says after hopping on the mic.

“You all are in for a real treat now, though! Please help me in summoning our resident hot demon-babe to the stage; Lucifer!!” A wild smile pulls at your lips as you take in the crowds hyped up cheers from the other side of the curtain. “Get your sexy ass out here, Luci!!” Hikari excitedly calls for you and you let out a giggle before taking a step forward.

Pulling back the curtain you slowly walk further onto the stage, emerging from a cloud of smoke and into the dark-neon lights shining onto the stage. You smile and wink over at Hikari in the DJ’s booth and she blows you a kiss making you giggle a bit. Looking back towards the crowd you sway your hips as you walk, your eyes half lidded and a sultry, fanged smile on your face. Your body getting into the flow of the music from the first song of this set. The bass produced from Obsolete Ritual makes you vibrate when it hits and it’s a rush that fuels the amped up fire within you that you’ll never get over.

Getting up to the pole at the end of the catwalk, you wrap your hands around it and walk in a slow, teasing circle despite the song’s tempo having sped up. Your eyes scan over the crowd, running across the familiar faces of regulars and lingering for mere seconds over new faces. For reasons unbeknownst to you, your gaze gets stuck on one new face in particular.

Sharp, crimson eyes connect with yours, the stranger’s handsome face set in a scowl. ‘The hell is he scowling in a stripclub for? If he didn’t want to be here, then why did he come? Or maybe he’s just mad that Siren’s set ended? Whatever, buddy, try to enjoy the show.’ You think to yourself as you pull your gaze from Grumpy Hot Guy and officially begin your routine.

As you bend, twist, and dance your way through Obsolete Ritual, Veins, and Descending you find that Grumpy Hot Guy’s eyes never seem to leave you. His scowl remained but his eyes seemed to burn more with every movement of your body. When you finish your set you have to force yourself not to look at him as you spread your wings and bow to the crowd.

The weight of his eyes on you grows heavy as you help the club’s “Money Grabbers” rake in your earnings. Purposefully ignoring him you smile, giggle, and thank customers as they stuff more bills into your lingerie as you work to grab cash from the floor of the stage. You move to head offstage once all of the money has been gathered when you’re stopped by a tug on your tail. You let out a yelp, then quickly turn around to hiss at whoever the perv is that committed the action. A security guard is already handling the guy but he still has the nerve to shoot you an unsettling and creepy smirk. You hiss anyway, then roll your eyes as you stand and quickly leave the stage.

“Christ, are you okay, Luci?? Fucking hate pervs like that bastard! He’s being thrown out as we speak, so don’t worry! How’s your tail??” Sakura frantically asks, immediately mother-henning you as soon as you’re backstage.

You let out a soft giggle and give her an appreciative smile, “I’m fine and so is my tail, but thank you. Handsy people are very annoying but I can handle it and I’m fine.” You say reassuringly and Sakura lets out a relieved breath, then looks you in the eye with a smirk.

“Ugh, what’s with the look, Sakura? Did I really make that much from the set?” You question with a slightly bored look.

“Way off base with the guess there, Babes! Seems like we may have a few heroes in the house tonight, literally! I was watching the cameras when that creep grabbed your tail and I saw a few customers try to get to you, one in particular seemed especially pissed. Any guesses as to who they could be before I tell you?!” Sakura explains with a playful glint in her eyes.

“You know I hate guessing games,” you say in a forced bored tone that hopefully masks your itching curiosity.

“Oh, you’re no fun sometimes, Luci! Anyways, Pro Heroes Cellophane, Chargebolt, Pinky, Red Riot, and Dynamight were rushing to be your knights in shining armor! How crazy and exciting is it that a few Top Ten Pros are here at my nightclub?! Wild, right?!” Sakura reveals and you mentally kick yourself for not piecing together that Grumpy Hot Guy with the crimson eyes and spiky blonde hair is Pro Hero Dynamight.

“Uh, yeah, that is pretty crazy.. Uhm, I’m gonna go clean up and get ready for my next set, see you back here in an hour.” You say in a slight daze, the shock from Dynamight not being able to keep his eyes off of you clouding your mind.

“Mhm, gonna go make yourself extra pretty for the Pros, huh?” Sakura says with a devilish smirk.

“Sakura, please, I’m hot enough as it is. If I got any prettier customers would start dropping dead.” You say matter-of-factly after you’ve turned to walk away, hoping that Sakura didn’t see your blush. Sakura bursts out laughing behind you telling you to not kill her sources of income. You wave a playfully dismissive hand in the air before disappearing down the hallway back to your dressing room.

Once you’ve locked your dressing room door you let out a long exhale. You had run into a few of your coworkers on your way back to your dressing room and had to reassure every one of them that you were okay. But not only that, you were reminded again and again that there are Pros out in the crowd tonight via your coworkers gushing over their favorites within the group that came. Apparently a couple of your coworkers are major Dynamight fans and you tried your best to keep your cool when they wouldn’t shut up about how hot he is.

Even now, sitting at your vanity touching up your hair and makeup, you swear that you can still feel his burning gaze on you. Thinking about every time you made eye contact with him during your first set stirs something up inside of you and your reflection shows the blush you can feel heating your cheeks. As you change into your second outfit of the night you can’t tell if you’re nervous or hyped to get back on stage.

As soon as the straps of your heels are tied you make your way towards the mini fridge in your room. You grab the small bottle of Grey Goose and a small can of Red Bull from inside the fridge, then a shot glass from the top of the fridge. Sitting back down at your vanity, you pour yourself a shot and crack open your Red Bull. Downing the shot, you give it a second to settle before you pour a second. After shooting the second shot, you put the Grey Goose back and start drinking your Red Bull.

‘Nothing wrong with a bit of liquid courage, right? It’s just to help me through my next set after that creep touched me.’ You reason with (aka lie to) yourself as you look over yourself in the mirror.

A little over five minutes before you are to be called onto stage again, you make your way backstage. The shots you took earlier have succeeded in helping you feel like the confident and powerful Queen of the Underworld that you are. A cat-calling whistle pulls your attention over to Sakura and she gives you a smirk.

“Thought I told you not to kill my customers, Babes! Gah damn, you look hot! Trying to impress some certain Pro Heroes out there?” Sakura exclaims with a shit-eating grin.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Being hot is part of the job, Boss. I don’t need to impress anyone but myself.” You say as you suppress a blush and look at your nails.

“Damn straight, Babes! Preach! Ugh, sometimes I’d really kill for your level of confidence.” Sakura says in all of her dramatic flare.

You giggle and shake your head as you blow her kiss, then turn towards the curtain. You exchange smiles with Siren as they walk through the curtain to head back to their room and wait for your cue.

“Everybody, shh shh, quiet down for a moment,” You hear Hikari say over the club’s speakers and you wonder what she has planned. You stifle an excited giggle and bounce a bit with anticipation.

“Oh, sexy Queen of Darkness, please grace us with your presence!” Hikari half chants, half moans into the mic, and you have to cover your mouth to hold back your giggles.

“Lucifer, hear us and show yourself! We’re on our knees, begging! Get out here you little vixen!” Hikari dramatically cries out and you do your best to not laugh your ass off at her antics.

With smoke clouding the view of the curtain you slip through carefully so you don’t disturb it. Suddenly, you flare your wings out and let your eyes glow, your arms held out to your sides a bit as you slowly walk forward. Spotlights slowly crawl towards you and up your body until you’re illuminated and you flash an “evil” grin at the crowd.

“Oh yeah, baby!!” Hikari dramatically moans out as she starts the first song of this set.

A laugh leaves your mouth and a genuine smile pulls at your lips as you walk to the pole at the end of the catwalk. Each of your steps deliberately heavy so that your breasts and ass bounce to the beat of Hot Demon B!Tches Near U as you walk. You briefly lock eyes with Dynamight and in all of your confidence (liquid and natural) you wink at him before grabbing the pole and getting to dancing.

HDBNU and the second song Slayer are full of fast paced moves and ass shaking, money seemingly raining down like confetti. So caught up in keeping time with the song, you had blurred out the crowd. It wasn’t until the first base drop of your last song, Fill The Void, that you noticed something slightly startling.

You had your back against the pole and slowly slid down it. Your arms stretched above you gripping said pole and your legs spreading as you sank to the ground. Your breathing hitched a bit when your eyes connected with burning crimson, the owner of the eyes standing at the front of the crowd at the edge of the stage. You did your best to hide your surprise but of course Dynamight noticed and he sent you a small smirk.

You smirk back at him, accepting an unspoken challenge of sorts, slowly and sensually standing back up. Wrapping your legs around the pole you do a few tricks before you slowly slide down, feet hitting the floor once more. Swaying and moving your body to the music, you get to the front of the pole where you sink to the floor once again, this time getting on your hands and knees.

You bite your lip seductively and slowly crawl towards the crowd, your tail slowly swishing side to side and your eyes glowing. You stare Dynamight right in the eyes as you crawl and mouth the last few words of the song. You stop about half a foot from the edge of the stage and gently roll onto your back, arching it and sensually running your hands down your body. As the song comes to a close, your eyes glow significantly brighter, you let out a puff of blue-colored fire.

When the song finally ends, you stand up and bow, blowing kisses and smiling at the crowd. You cast one last glance at Dynamight and find that he looks slightly stunned. You smirk, then turn to make your way off of the stage, hips swaying the entire time. Getting backstage, your body feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible and Sakura definitely notices.

“Christ, Luci, I’m gonna have to call every ambulance in Tokyo after that performance! Shit, I think I’m even having heart palpitations! You fucking killed it out there, Babes!” Sakura exclaims, one hand fanning her face and the other on her chest.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush!” You say, feigning embarrassment, but ultimately giggling.

“You know who's blushing? Everyone out there who just jizzed their pants!” Sakura says, sending both of you into a laughing fit.

“But for real, great work! Now go grab a snack, get changed, and help out the other servers on the floor, please!” Sakura loosely orders with a bright smile.

“Yes, ma’am!” You say with a mocking salute and smile, then head to your dressing room.

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Once you’ve changed into the club’s server outfit, aka a top that is basically a bralette paired with what could be the shortest skirt in the world, some cheeky panties underneath, and knee high stiletto boots, you make your way out to the bar.

“There she is; the girl who always makes me regret not bringing an extra pair of underwear!” Ruby, the bartender for the night, playfully exclaims as you walk up to the counter.

“Thought you knew better by now!” You say with a laugh and Ruby rolls their eyes with a smile.

“Alright, Love, here’s a tray of drinks for the group over at VIP table three. I don’t know if Sakura told ya, but the VIP section will be yours tonight.” Ruby says as they carefully slide a serving tray full of drinks towards you.

“C’mon, Rue, of course she didn’t tell me. Do I ever work any other section?” You comment with feigned annoyance and Ruby laughs.

In reality, you love working the VIP section. It’s always full of rich people with too much money to spend and they always tip very generously. It certainly helps that you flirt your ass off whilst serving but everyone does that.

Picking the tray up with the skill and grace you’ve perfected over the years of being in this industry, you send one last smile and wink to Ruby before heading for the VIP section of the lounge. You smile at patrons as you move through the crowd, giggling and thanking them for the compliments they give about your performance. While you truly do love your job, customer service could still be considered a performance and you are flawless at it.. Until you make it past the roped off entrance to the VIP lounge and see the group at table three.

Virtually unnoticeably, your steps falter and you’re thankful that the club's ambience is fairly dim as you take in a steadying breath. Mentally reasserting your confidence, you paint on a cool and flirty smile as you walk over to table three. Your thoughts run through your mind, filling you with the tiniest bit of dread, ‘Of fucking course it’s them.. I mean, they are Pro Heroes, why wouldn’t they be in the VIP lounge.. For fuck sa-’

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Lucifer, or Luci for short, I’ll be one of your servers tonight. I have your drinks here, but let me know if you need anything else.” You say as you set the tray down on the table, your voice coming out impressively even and a bit sultry.

“Yeah, uhm, I’m gunna need your number,” Chargebolt drunkenly slurs out, a dopey smile on his face and hearts practically in his eyes, as he grabs his drink from the tray.

You giggle at his attempt at hitting on you, having to keep from full-on laughing when you notice Dynamight’s jaw clenching out of the corner of your eye. You smile gently at Chargebolt, “Sorry, babes, but I don’t give my number out to strangers.” You say with a sympathetic pout as you try not to join the rest of the group in their laughter.

“I’m not a stranger, I’m Chargebolt aka Denk- OW! Man, c’mon, you don’t gotta hit me!” Chargebolt whines as he pouts at Dynamight while rubbing the back of his head.

“Sorry about him! He hits on anyone who breathes his way! Thanks for the drinks, Luci!” Pinky giggles out over Chargebolt’s whining, said man still on the receiving end of Dynamight’s murderous glare.

“No problem! I’ve got a few other tables to serve but I’ll check back in a little bit!” You say as you pick up the now empty tray and step back from the table.

You hear the rest of the group thank you as you walk away, Dynamight’s grumbled and gravelly ‘thanks’ sending a wave of heat through your body. ‘It should be illegal for someone’s one-worded, grumbled response to sound so sexy, what the fuck?!’ You mentally curse as you walk up to one of the other tables.

The hours fly by quickly as you wait on each of your tables. Every stop at the Pros’ table met with flirty quips from the group, minus Dynamight. In fact, he hasn’t even looked at you the whole time you’ve been off-stage. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t just a little disappointed, but you shove it down to keep your sultry and flirty persona up. You flirtatiously thank the group at VIP table five as you stick the wad of bills that is your tip from them into your bralette and blow them a kiss as you walk towards the bar.

“Hey Ruby, you got the time?” You ask, exhaustion leaking into your tone.

“A little past one. You’re off at 15, right?” Ruby asks as they wipe off a glass. You nod, relief settling over you as well as exhaustion. It was a good shift but you are so ready to go home.

“This tray is for three, right? I’ll take it to them before I head back to my room.” You say, picking the tray up with a bit of a huff.

“Don’t act like you’re doing any favors for anyone, you just wanna see the Pros one last time before you leave.” Ruby teases with a smirk and you feign offense.

“Or I just want to reem them for tips, but go off I guess.” You playfully bite back, then giggle as Ruby raises an eyebrow at you.

Despite your exhaustion setting in more with each minute passing, you quickly make your way to the table of Pros. Pouring the last of your energy into your customer service persona, you set the tray of drinks down on the table and smile at the group.

“Hey Heroes, it has been an extreme pleasure serving and meeting all of you but it is now the end of my shift. One of our other servers will take over for me, I hope that you all enjoy the rest of your night!” The well-rehearsed spiel leaves your mouth with a pleasant tone and warm smile.

“I know I’ll be back if only to watch you dance again,” Pinky says with a flirty smile and wink that makes you giggle.

“Thanks for being so amazing!” Red Riot says with a bright smile as he hands you a fat wad of cash. You feign surprise as you take the cash and thank them all as you shove it in what little space you have left in your bralette. You spare one last glance at Dynamight and suppress a frown when you catch him looking very intently at his phone. You say your goodbyes, then rush to drop the empty tray off at the bar before heading back to your dressing room.

Changing back into the sweatpants and sweater that you arrived to work in, you feel the bone-deep heaviness that comes with being tired. You throw your hair up into a messy bun and slip your shoes on, then clock out from the tablet in your room. Slipping your bag onto your shoulder you leave your room and head for Sakura’s office to pick up your earnings from the night.

“Hey Boss, I’m outta here,�� You announce from the doorway of her office.

“Alrighty, Babes! Here’s your check, you made pretty good bank tonight! Might be a little more than usual, awesome job!” Sakura beams as she hands you the envelope with your check in it.

Taking the envelope and putting it into your bag, you smile tiredly at her, “Thanks, Sakura. See ya later.”

“You want an escort to your car? I can call one of the bouncers back.” Sakura offers like she always does.

“Nah, I’m good. You already know that I’m the scary creature that lurks in the shadows.” You joke as you activate your Quirk a bit causing your eyes to glow while you shoot her a fanged smile. She laughs at your antics then bids you goodnight and you begin your walk to the back door of the club.

You step out into the chilly night air and are nearly blinded by a set of headlights coming from a car parked in the spot right in front of the door. You put your hand up to shield your eyes from the bright ass headlights and try to see who may be in the car. Suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and an anxious chill shivers down your spine. From your peripherals you see a hand reaching toward you and you try to move out of the person’s reach. Unfortunately, you’re a tad too late and they are able to grab your wrist and pull you towards them. You come face to face with the creep from earlier and your stomach drops as fear begins to course through you.

“Finally, some alone time with the demon-whore herself. Ya know, I’m a real big fan of yers. Wha’ do ya say we go back to my place and commit some sins, baby?” The creep-ass perv drawls out with a sick smile and your fear quickly turns to anger.

“Fuck off, you corny-ass pervert!” You growl out and you jerk your wrist up to your face, letting out a small breath of blue flames aimed towards the creep’s arm.

“Fucking bitch!” The degenerate of a man roars out as he yanks his hand away, continuing to curse from the pain.

You take the opportunity to whirl around and rush back into the club, locking the back door behind you once you’re inside. The door begins rattling from heavy banging against it and you can hear muffled shouts coming through from the man. You stand there shaking and trying to think of what to do now when you hear the footsteps of someone running towards you. Squinting through the dim lighting you nearly cry at the sight of Sakura and Pinky.

“Are you alright?” Pinky asks, her years of being a Pro making her voice come out steady even though she just ran here, and you nod shakily.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Luci! I should have checked the cams before sending you off! Fuck, I’m so stupid!” Sakura cries into your shoulder after pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s not your fault, Sakura, it’s okay.” You whisper, your voice coming out strained as you try not to cry, and hug her back.

The three of you jump at the sound of an explosion coming from outside the door, and Pinky pushes you both behind her. You all stand there quietly for a few moments until Pinky’s phone goes off. She answers it quickly and you’re only able to catch her end of the call, “Yeah... She’s fine... Ugh, gross, what a bastard… Okay, thanks Red!” She finishes, then hangs up and turns around to you and Sakura.

“Are you sure that you’re okay? You don’t need to be checked out by a doctor or anything?” Pinky questions as her eyes roam over your form to visibly check for any injuries whatsoever.

“No, no, I’m okay. I just want to go home.” You quietly assure the two; Pinky cautiously believes you but Sakura is still suspicious that you’re hiding any sort of pain. A loud bang on the door makes both you and Sakura jump while Pinky just lets out a sigh.

“Unlock the door, dammit!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door and Pinky takes it upon herself to fulfill the demand.

The door swings open to reveal Dynamight, the dim lights from inside the club and the street lamps from outside the only things illuminating his figure. You can still tell that his face is scrunched up into something angry even with the poor lighting if the way he is grumbling about the “fucking creepy pervert” is anything to go by.

“Good job taking down that creep, Blasty!” Pinky cheers with a smile and a thumbs up.

“Shuddup,” Dynamight says with annoyance laced in his tone, but Pinky just laughs it off as she walks past him.

“Miss Sakura, if you could come with me? The police may want to see the security footage or get a statement from you.” Pinky says from her paused position in the doorway.

“Of course! Text me when you get home, Luci! I mean it, like, as soon as you pull into your driveway!” Sakura demands with a stern look on her face as she moves to catch up with Pinky.

“I will,” You promise with a small smile and send her a wave as she leaves.

A few moments of silence pass as you and Dynamight just stand there, an air of awkwardness beginning to settle in before you speak up, “Thanks for.. arresting that guy.” You say quietly, looking at him with a small smile.

“The guy had a pretty bad burn on his arm when we showed up.. Any idea where it might have come from?” Dynamight asks in a low and even tone, his sharp crimson eyes looking into yours.

Your smile drops and panic churns at your stomach, “I-I.. it was self defense! I-I didn’t know what else to do, h-he wouldn’t let go of me!” You fearfully begin defending yourself, only just now realizing that you used your Quirk unlicensed to harm somebody. Your heart begins to race and your breaths start to stutter, mind racing over the fact that you broke the law.

“Calm down, I was just curious. As far as the cops are concerned they think I did it, so you’re in the clear. Even if they do find out it was you, it’s legal if it’s in self defen- Jesus christ, take a deep breath, it’s okay!” Dynamight’s voice raises a bit when he notices you beginning to hyperventilate.

You turn away from him and make your way towards the wall, leaning against it to steady yourself. You close your eyes and take some deep breaths in hopes of calming down. After a minute, you open your eyes and look at anything except the hero in front of you when you turn back around.

“I’d like to go home now, if that’s okay? Or do I need to speak to the police?” You meekly ask as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“I’ll tell them that you’ll go down to the station tomorrow. The security cam footage should suffice for tonight.” He says and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as you nod your head.

“Well, thanks again.. Goodnight, Dynamight.” You mumble as you move toward the door to leave.

“I’ll follow behind you.. to make sure you get home safe.” You hear Dynamight’s rushed and raspy words from behind you making you stop in your tracks.

“That’s not necessary, really.. Should you even be driving? You’ve been drinking all night..” You ramble out after you turn around to face him, your heart thundering in your chest when you find that he’s right there.

“I only had a couple drinks, plus I’m not weak like Dunc- Chargebolt, I can handle my fucking liquor. I’m gunna go get my car, do not leave this parking lot until I get back here.” Dynamight firmly demands before rushing off toward the front of the building.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before you shake yourself out of it and make your way to your car. You get in, hitting the lock button as soon as your door closes, and start it up. You spend a few minutes queuing up songs until you hear a honk from next to you. Nearly pissing yourself, you send a glare to Dynamight for scaring you but he just rolls his eyes and motions for you to go.

With a little bit of hesitancy in your gut, you back out of your parking space and begin your drive home. Looking at the routes on a map, it’s not a very far drive, but traffic always turns short trips into longer ones. Periodic glances at your rear view mirror tells you that you’re not the only one annoyed with the traffic. A small giggle leaves your lips every time you see Dynamight puff his cheeks with a huff or yell at some dick speeding past the both of you.

Finally, you arrive at your house, clicking the button on the gate opener and waiting for it to open fully before pulling up into the drive. Dynamight follows right behind you, pulling up next to you but just sitting in his car. You wonder if he’s going to watch you walk into your house then you wonder why he’s doing this at all. ‘There’s no way the Dynamight does this with even half of the victims he helps rescue..’ You think to yourself as you pull out your phone and tap the call function on Sakura’s contact.

The conversation is short and as soon as you hang up you turn your car off and gather your stuff, then get out. You barely register that Dynamight has gotten out of his car before he’s walking toward you. You look between him and his off car with a confused expression on your face.

“You gunna close the ga-” Dynamight starts but cuts himself off when he sees that the gate to your driveway has automatically started closing, the allotted time you have it set to stay open if you don’t close it yourself having run out.

“I didn’t realize you’d even be getting out of your car..” You comment quietly, and albeit nervously, as you make your way to your front door.

Silently, you take your keys out of your bag, placing the magnetic fob on its spot just above the doorknob. The lock makes a small beep and the keypad above the spot for the fob lights up. You sneak a glance behind you to see if Dynamight is looking but his back is to you as he seemingly surveys the driveway. You quickly type in the code for the lock and a chime rings through the air as the door unlocks. You push the door open a bit before turning around to Dynamight, unsure of what to do or say.

“Uhm, so-”

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” He cuts you off with his question as he turns to face you and his eyes scan over your body as you blink up at him.

“I- yeah, I’m fine..” You say, a little bit shocked by his behavior, and he just nods his head as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

A moment of silence fills the air between you two before you blurt out, “Why did you do this? Made sure I got home safe, I mean. You.. you barely even acknowledged me after my performance at the club, and it’s a pretty well-known fact that Dynamight doesn’t really follow up with those that he rescues, let alone escorts them home..”

Dynamight’s jaw clenches and irritation fills his handsome features, and you have to remind your body that right now is not a good time to be getting aroused. His eyes meet yours and promptly melt you with their heat, whether it’s from irritation or something else you don’t know.

“Because, dammit..” He starts, dragging a hand through his hair and letting out an exasperated sigh, his eyes flicking to the ground and glaring at the cement.

“Strip joints aren’t my thing. They’re too fucking loud, there’s too many damn people, and I’ve never had any interest in watching people twirl around on a pole.” He continues, but gets interrupted by the scoff you defensively let out.

But he continues on before letting you get a word out, “But it was stupid Pinky’s birthday and that’s what she wanted to do, so I was dragged into going. I sat at that damn table hating every second until.. Until you got onto that fucking stage. And I know, I know, you probably hear this shit all the fucking time but dammit there was just something about you. I couldn’t tear my damn eyes away from you.”

You’re not sure when it happened but suddenly he is so close to you, crimson eyes sending a blazing heat through your body. Your breath hitches when you catch a whiff of his cologne and your panties are starting to feel much more damp.

“There’s some sort of lust factor to your Quirk, right? There has to be because I never feel like this towards anyone right off the bat,” He rasps out, his voice quieter than before and husky.

“Feel like what?” You whisper, playing the dumb-innocence card heavily as you stare into his eyes.

“Like I wanna fuck you until you’re nothing but a drooling mess cumming on my cock,” He rasps out huskily, his face mere centimeters from yours.

You can’t take it anymore, something in you just snaps and you’re smashing your lips onto his. Your moan mingles with his groan as your arms wind their way around his neck. His hands quickly find purchase on your hips and his fingers dig into the fabric of your sweats as he pulls your body impossibly closer to his. The kiss, if one could call it that, is aggressive with sharp canines nipping each others’ lips and tongues fighting for dominance.

In the midst of your devouring of each other, he backs you into your house, kicking the door shut behind him. You absentmindedly hear the chime of your door locking itself over the rush of blood in your ears and Dynamight’s groans. Your bag ends up crashing to the floor and you both somehow manage to haphazardly kick your shoes off.

You both stumble down the hallway as you lead him to your bedroom, pieces of clothing almost literally torn from each other’s bodies littering the floor as you go. By the time you fall back onto your bed, you’re both in nothing but your underwear. Dynamight stands at the edge of your bed seemingly entranced as you drag your hands along your body up to the front clasp of your bra. You slowly and sensually unclip the bra, making a show out of taking it off even though the Hero’s focus is solely on your tits.

His eyes then meet yours and his tongue darts out to wet his lips, “Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks, his voice rough with lust but you hear the slight hesitance.

“I kissed you, didn’t I? Listen, I know I’m a stripper but I don’t usually fuck the patrons, I simply have no interest in it. I want this, I need this, and I’m clean if that makes you feel better. Plus, I’m on birth control, so please Dyn-”

“Katsuki. If we’re gunna fuck then you at least get to call me by my fucking name.” He bites out with fake annoyance, rolling his eyes as he shoves his underwear off.

You smirk up at him, toying with your breasts and moaning his name, just to test it out on your tongue and goddamn is it delicious. His eyes darken yet seem to glow at the same time like a whole new level of lust flowed over him, and you give him your real name.

“So, Katsuki, are you gunna fuck me til I’m a drooling mess cumming on your cock or am I gunna have to call Charg- shit, ahh, fuck-” You try to taunt him but are quickly cut off when Katsuki is suddenly on you, mouthing at one of your breasts while his hand kneads and squeezes the other.

He grinds his hard cock on your clothed pussy, right on your clit, the friction of it all making you pant and moan underneath him. Your hands sink into his hair, your claws scratching against his scalp and pulling more groans from him. He gives both your breasts equal attention, biting and sucking and leaving hickies in the wakes of his lips. His kisses begin to travel down your body until his hot mouth is sucking and licking over your already soaked panties.

It’s a slow kind of torture when he finally decides to drag your panties down your legs and off of your body. Needy whines and breathy begs leave your mouth as he uses one hand to slowly drag your panties down your legs while the thumb of his other hand rubs torturously slow circles into your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.. You that needy for my cock, baby?” He husks out as he settles on his stomach between your legs.

“Y-yes, ah, been wet since, fuck, since my second s-set when, a-ah, wh-when y-you were by th-the stage,” You barely manage to get out between the slow stripes he’s licking up your pussy.

He sends you a cocky smirk before fully diving into your wetness and one of your hands flies to his hair while the other grips the sheets. He drinks you up like a man dying of thirst; going from sucking your clit and flicking his tongue against it to dipping lower and slipping his tongue in and out of your slit. Every ministration pushes you closer to that edge and you can’t stop your body from squirming as moans fall from your lips.

An idea manages to slip into your pleasure-addled mind and you pull at his hair to get his attention. This only results in what could only be described as a growl leaving his mouth and vibrating against your clit, nearly sending you. You fight off your impending orgasm as much as you can manage and try to use your words instead, “K-Katsuki, w-wait! I-I wa-wanna ride your face!” That gets his attention immediately, making him pause mid-lick to lean back a bit and give you a wild smirk.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” His lust-laced voice carries through the room as he shuffles around to get into position.

Once he’s comfortable, his lust-darkened and excited eyes catch yours, a devilish smirk sitting on his lips. You send him your own fanged smirk and carefully climb over his body, the shuffling of limbs resulting in your body facing your headboard as your pussy hovers over his mouth. His hands come up to grip your thighs as you slowly seat yourself onto his hot and waiting mouth. A half moan, half gasp leaves your lips when Katsuki immediately gets back to devouring you and one of your hands buries itself in his hair.

You let yourself drown beneath the waves of pleasure for a moment or two before forcing some clarity into your mind. You smirk down at him and his ministrations falter a bit as you trail the tip of your tail down his torso. He questions your action with his eyes until they widen a bit out of surprise as your tail slowly gets increasingly closer to his cock. His groan vibrates against your clit as you wrap your tail around him and his eyes flutter a bit.

You start jerking his cock slowly, your hips moving in sync, and both of your moans start filling the room. Katsuki becomes more aggressive with his licking and sucking, his tongue delving into you every now and then as you grind against him.

“Hah.. ah.. I-I’m g-gunna f-fucking.. cum..” You pant out between moans, your grip on his hair tightening as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm begins flooding you once again.

“Fucking hell.. Cum, then, baby. Cum on my fucking tongue.” Katsuki’s muffled command is followed by another groaned out curse, his hips bucking a bit off the bed as you continue to jerk him.

“Aah, Katsuki,” His name comes out as a high-pitched moan as your orgasm hits you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue as you double over, your free hand sinking into the mattress next to his head. He tongue-fucks you through it as your eyes squeeze shut and your nails scrape against his scalp. In your bliss, you hear and feel him let out something between a groan and growl, and you’re not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure.

He continues swiping his tongue against your pussy as whines from overstimulation leave your mouth. Something more begins building in your abdomen and you forcefully lift your hips from his face to keep from potentially drowning the man beneath you.

You're both panting as you stare at each other with the same look of feral lust in your eyes. The moonlight shining in from your window making it look like his eyes are glowing and you feel just a bit envious over how fucking effortlessly attractive this man is. A playful smirk pulls at your lips when you squeeze your tail around his cock and he lets out an unintentional moan. Suddenly, in a blur of motions, you’re flipped onto your back with Katsuki hovering over you, his lips still shiny with your cum.

“Ya know, teasing isn’t nice.” Katsuki comments huskily with a smirk as he grinds his cock against your wet pussy, his tip catching your clit with every stroke.

In an instant his lips are on yours, swallowing your whines and moans. He holds himself up with one arm while the other leaves its position from beside your head. His now free hand runs down your body until he gets to your pussy. His fingers rub at your clit a bit before moving further down where he slips a finger into you. Your moans go up in volume as one finger becomes two and his lips suck hickies into the column of your throat. Your body begins to writhe a bit as his fingers brush over your g-spot and his teeth nip at your hot skin.

Soon enough two fingers turn into three and the tsunami-size waves of your next orgasm crash against the poorly built dam you’ve built. All the while, Katsuki just swallows all of begging and pleading for him to just put his cock in you already. His hot, hard cock that is currently weeping pre-cum all over your thigh.

“I-I think I l-learned my lesson ‘bout teasing, Ka-Katsuki! Oh fuck.. J-just put it in!” You demand when his mouth goes back to sucking more marks into your shoulder.

“Demanding little slut, flip the fuck over.” Katsuki commands after he pulls his fingers from your pussy.

You flip yourself onto your stomach, ass up in the air and tail swishing sensually slowly behind you. You look back at him with a smirk that quickly falters when you meet his gaze dead-on as he licks your cum from his fingers. A cocky smirk pulls at his lips when he finishes and uses that same hand to smack one of your asscheeks making you cry out. Pain and pleasure tingle up your spine and your pussy continues to leak.

“Yeah, kinda figured you were a pain slut by now. Only fitting for someone with a demon Quirk, huh?” Katsuki husks out following another smack to your ass.

Finally, without any further commentation, the fat head of his cock nudges its way between your pussy lips. He enters you slowly, groaning as you pant through the welcomed invasion of every inch of him. When his hips finally meet your asscheeks you understand why he had taken his time fingering you. Of course, you had noticed that his cock is big but you weren’t quite prepared to feel this full. There isn’t a single complaint that runs through your pleasure-melted brain, though. Only praises intermingled with moans fall from your mouth when he gives an experimental thrust.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” Katsuki grits out as he sets a steady pace, moving in and out of you while his hands grip your hips.

“So.. fuckin’.. good.. s-so.. full..” You moan out as you push yourself back on his cock, absentmindedly wrapping your tail around one of his wrists.

The room becomes hot and stuffy, the smell of sex and Katsuki’s cologne on every breath you breathe in. Your eyes are half-lidded, wanting to roll back, and your mouth hangs open as Katsuki begins drilling into you. You nearly cum from the sight of him throwing his head back and groaning at how your pussy squelches and clenches around him.

His cock hits your g-spot over and over, making that overwhelming feeling inside you unbearable. You don’t get anything other than a high-pitched moan out of your mouth as your second orgasm crashes into you. Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over Katsuki’s cock and pelvis. You become a babbling, drooling mess as he fucks your through your orgasm, his pace somehow getting faster. His exhales become grunts and growls as he pounds into you, his hands now gripping you so tightly that you nearly cum again thinking about the bruises they’ll leave.

“Fuck, I’m gunna fucking cum!” Katsuki groans out, his thrusts beginning to falter slightly.

“Ah, please cum, a-ah, pleasepleaseplease,” You mindlessly beg as you cum on his cock again.

“Sh-shit.. I-I.. fuuuuck,” He stutters out as he thrust hard into you one last time before stilling. You moan softly as warmth fills you, your eyes shutting from all of the bliss and pleasure you felt throughout the night.

Katsuki is hunched over you for a moment just trying to catch his breath before he kisses your shoulder and straightens up. He slowly pulls out causing both of you to groan, then he collapses onto the mattress beside you. You lower your hips down to the bed and stretch your body a bit before shuffling over to lay on his chest. With his eyes closed, Katsuki wraps an arm around you and begins lightly rubbing your lower back. It’s a peaceful and calm silence between the both of you, the only sounds being both of you breathing and your house’s A/C kicking on.

“There’s no lust factor,” You say quietly, your chin resting on his pec as you look up at his face.

Katsuki cracks an eye open and tilts his head to peer down at you in confusion, “What?” He rasps out.

“My Quirk, Hellspawn, is just demon traits. I don’t have any succubi traits or powers, so there’s no lust factor to my Quirk.” A teasing smile plays on your lips as you explain.

Katsuki is silent as he glares down at you, his face unamused until his lips twitch and a chuckle escapes him. You let out a few giggles yourself and Katsuki runs a hand down his face.

“Well, shit, there goes that explanation. If you’re telling the truth, that is,” He says as he gives you a look of feigned suspicion.

You gasp with feigned offense as you sit up a little, “I would never lie to a Pro Hero such as yourself! What’s the matter, Mr. Dynamight, you don’t believe in lust at first sight?” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you at your bad pun.

Katsuki groans as he rolls his eyes, “Jesus Christ, ‘lust at first sight’? I can’t tell if that's the stripper in you talkin’ or the succubus.”

“I’m not a succubus!” You exclaim as you playfully push him, a laugh leaving your mouth as you stare down at his smirking face.

“Where’s your bathroom, Succubus? We both need a damn shower,” Katsuki asks as he sits up.

His question feels like it’s muffled in your ears as thoughts of not wanting this to end flood your brain. You wonder if he wants this to be a one night stand. If he’ll get dressed, then ask you to not tell anyone about what you two did tonight. If maybe he doesn’t want the fact that he slept with a stripper to get out and ruin his grand reputati-

“Hey, we gunna get this shower over with so we can sleep or what?” Katsuki’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. “I’ll help ya change the bedding and shit after we get done ‘cause I’m sure as hell not sleeping in the puddle you made.” He says with a teasing smirk. You blink dumbly for a moment, then move to stand up to lead Katsuki to your bathroom.

‘He’s spending the night? Maybe he doesn’t want this to end just yet, either..’ You think as you step into the warm water of your shower, Katsuki stepping in right behind you. His arms wrap around you as he pulls you back flush against him, being mindful of your wings. He sighs as he kisses the crook of your neck and you lean back into him, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment.

Note ~ Welp, there we go, Lovelies! This was a fun fic to write even though I'm not familiar with the workings of a strip club. I did recently watch the movie Hustlers and felt a bit more confident about what I was writing, haha. Hope it was a good read and y'all stay tuned for more fics! Love and appreciate all of you, Lovelies! <3

Divider Credit ~ @tsunami-of-tears

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