#my f/o is cute and i love them and treasure them forever but i believe they should be crushed under a hydraulic press

[vellichorsdesire]

giggling crumpling on the floor and throwing up my f/o is so cute. oh my god.

[mochikeiji]

Gojo Satoru

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: bby gojo having heavy thoughts and sadness after everything. (pls hug) angst to fluff.

↠ a/n: ironically, his name is the title for this xD also thank you so much for the love from my recent works o(^▽^)o♡ have my love too!

↬ Word Count: 1.9k

Everyone has their beginnings. While some were blessed to start out life with good fortune and the right path, there were some who struggled through their way in living. For Gojo? He didn't really care. Not when he was already being worshipped for being born in this world, not when as a child he had barely lifted a finger before his life was already planned out for him. It was as if he was simply taking the red carpet to luxury. He already has everything. Truly, he claimed, he was indeed the honored one.

He wasn't one to be wary of his own feelings. What was there to be thought about if he doesn't know what are these stuff running through his head? Not that he should give a single mind to it. 

But as he sat down at the tub of his bathroom— tweezers between his fingers, one at a time he plucks out the small shards of glass that had dug themselves onto his skin from the previous mission he was sent on solo, he started to wonder why he was staring blankly at the crimson liquid trailing down his damaged skin. Why did he felt so empty?

Maybe if Shoko were around to patch him up, he would've have had someone to pester for the day. Maybe he wouldn't have gone home to the lonesome apartment he owns, hissing at the pain from each shard taken out of his body.

Pain

That was strange. He never experienced that. Not even when he's in battle with the strongest forms of curses. No matter how many gashes of wounds he's collected, they always heal themselves quickly. It was unfamiliar that it began to frustrate him. He doesn't like it. Not one bit. It hurts. It hurts so much, yet why was there still something making his heart clench?

Loneliness. Abandonment. Broken.

Gojo was a fool for losing the only person that has come close to understanding him. If only he understood what Geto was going through; if he knew what the hell were all those troubles and emotions were maybe he would've still had his only best friend here with him. But no. It slowly came crashing down on Gojo's eyes that though he was the honored one,

He was the lost one.

A broken soul being held by strings as he was only guided to follow along the path that was planned out for him, but never what he planned for himself.

Why was he remembering all of these now? It had been years after the downfall. He should've moved on from it, be the usual cherry top, annoying idiot he was to his students and colleagues. God, he hates this. Falling, falling, falling.

Only the weak fall

Was a statement drilled into his system right from the start. The never ending worship that has earned him the title of being the "strongest" was what he kept pursuing. Believing.

Was the Gojo Satoru at his weakest point?

"Fuck." the unusually large shard of glass falls on the tiled floor, removed from the left side of his chest. Near to the scar that trails from the base of his throat and down to his navel; the reminder of why he shouldn't be left vulnerable at any cost. The hideous flaw that will forever be marked on his body, the one he desperately hides behind those prideful remarks and grinning faces. It saddens him, it hurts him, it angers him. It makes himself lose his own sanity.

The stinging started to kick in on his chest, no longer can he tell if it was from the wound or the clenching of his heart. He was strong, he was suppose and always will be strong. "Why?" the tub cracks from his grip. His free hand coming up to his eyes, eyes that people loved enough to fall in a trance— enemies crumbling and begging for mercy upon them.

Gojo felt ashamed.

Shameful. He grits his teeth hard when the small trickle of the uncharacteristic tear falls from the heavenly eye. It falls down to the porcelain surface, mixing with the trail of blood that was slowly draining down, "Why?" he finally looks down at the fatal wound, attempting to stop the bleeding with his bare hands pushing his chest. The blood smearing all over his upper body, shading the past scar that it made it look like it was there again.

"Why?"

Gojo speaks a little louder, sweating profusely as the dam inside him broke. Like an endless waterfall it was the tears fall. It made him sick. This was all not him. This wasn't the known shaman in the jujutsu world. This wasn't the boy raised from the family of the strongest. This wasn't the strongest.

"Stop."

This wasn't any of him.

"Make it stop."

Then who was he?

"Please, make it stop."

"Satoru?"

Entire body freezing. It was the first time he felt fear rushing through his veins; the fear of being seen like this. It wasn't because he didn't trust you. Good gracious, you were the last and only person Gojo ever holds onto after the years being glued together by faith and his attempts of flirting. No, he didn't want you to see this unknown person that was sitting in the bathroom of your shared apartment. Right, he forgot he was living with you.

Huh, he forgot. You were there.

There knelt down to his level, wide eyes meeting the now visible broken ones that was glossy with tears. With careful movements you raised an arm to eye level, pleading silently for permission to touch him. And for the time, Gojo was actually wary. He's faced a lot in the years spent as a sorcerer, as the strongest. Never the weakest. So when your lips curled into the same smile you'd give him during your moments of vulnerability. The cute, little curve you give when you couldn't help but just admire him or when you're about to utter out his 3 favorite words, he finds himself leaning forward to rest his cheek against the warmth of your palm. He allows the pestering tears to fall omly to be caught with your thumbs, shooing them away from his features.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

When your hand pulls away for a short moment, Gojo silently whines at the lost of contact. The tightness in his chest coming back. The feeling of abandonment crosses his head for a second before you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, holding up the tweezers he had dropped a while ago, "I'm here now."

I'm here now

That was his line. His line for when there was someone in need of help. The line that shimmers hope on the darkest moments of anyone's life. The line of the strongest. The ones who were only truly honored of saying.

Hope. It had a different form today. One that was right in front of him, plucking out every leftover shard on his body with gentleness he never got to witness as a child. The soft cooes and from time to time kisses on his scalp made his senses more focused on there rather than the stinging sensations running through his skin. Exactly how people react when there is hope.

And where there is hope,

"I love you, Satoru."

There is love.

Warm water from the shower cap started pouring down to his tensed muscles, washing out the combined dirt and blood away from him, cleansing his own form of curses that has shaken up his being. When did you finish patching him up? And why wasn't it as painful as it was when he did it?

He watches you move the small container that reeked of the scent of his blood and that inflicted his injuries far from his sight. Immediately, Gojo felt empty once more and was about to call you when you came back holding fresh towels on your hands. "Do you want me to join you?" he couldn't say yes faster than ever, almost as if he was relieved when you offered.

When you had finally stripped yourself off of your clothes and settled in between his long legs, there was nothing but the sound of the shower on echoing in the room with the two of you just staring back to one another.

Too good to be true, you were.

Gojo wanted to speak. Wanted to tell you how thankful he is that you were here to pull him away. To save his life, but all he could do was stare back into the void that of before. He sees the way your hands map around his torso in attempt to rinse him completely. Coming in contact with the old and new scar, softly tracing them as you felt his eyes wonder to yours. There was no sign of disappointment nor a hint of harm or disgust. Only something he never understood that it made him sob unexpectedly, startling you that left you pulling him into your embrace which he latches his face onto your neck and arms surrounding your body whole.

He cries.

All the frustration of not knowing whatever was happening, the mistakes he wishes to correct and the past he hoped to save along with the title he swore to maintain. It all falls on the smaller body he treasures in his arms at this very moment. He clutches, he palms, he roams. Whatever he can do just so he can fully grasp the idea that someone was there. You were there, and he wasn't alone anymore.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

It would shock the world and break the hearts of many to hear these very words uttered from the mouth of the honored one. And Gojo wishes that everyone could hear it. That it would somehow reach the skies to wherever his best friend was too. To you, the person he loved the most. He was sorry that he wasn't the Gojo Satoru in your eyes.

"No, Toru. No." you push him back gently only to pull him in for a soft kiss, "I don't need you to always be the strongest. Let alone apologize for being vulnerable." he listens as he nuzzles against the palms meeting his face. The ones that held him together when he was falling apart.

His lips wobbled a bit when you land kisses on his scars, "These may not have been the good ones in your life, but these do not make you for who you are, Satoru." he hums in content when you rub down to his chest soothingly, the feeling that you has him yearning for more. Needing for more, "It's okay to be lost, and it's okay to be weak. But it'll never define you."

"I need you to be just you."

You pull him down, letting him cry all his heart out to your naked chest. He let's you have your way to him. The emotions, words, and treatment. All so unfamiliar. And he finds himself wanting. Needing more.

All his life he thought he had it all.

But never in his life has he lived it.

"What am I, (Y/n)?"

Cooing softly as the small of his voice. Like the child who never got to experience what love was. The child raised to already has to burden such responsibilities and stand. Gojo can feel himself breathe in relief as he whispers an "i love you" with a small kiss on your skin when you uttered out the words that has set his locked up self free. Free from the strings that's been taking over. The cage he was kept from all of his living.

The curse of his gift

And being honored of what he truly deserves.

"You're Gojo Satoru."

Just Gojo Satoru.

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[seita]

kinktober: manipulation + clothed sex.

D A Y  F O U R T E E N ;

pairing: hanamaki/reader

cw: noncon, manipulation, dumbification, forced orgasm, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, condescension, betrayal.

wordcount: 977

+ summary: he’s always been by your side, since childhood really, so you have no reason not to trust him. he promises that it’s “just the tip” and you don’t doubt him for a second.

⤿  kinktober masterlist. 

© all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost.    

Blind faith and trust is stupid. Even if you’ve known him since you were in elementary school, it was still so stupid of you to trust him so easily. Maybe that’s why he always felt the need to be with you. He wanted to protect you, promising he would watch over you. 

And truthfully, you had no reason not to trust him. But still, even someone like him -- your best friend, wasn’t someone to believe in. He’s still a man. And you were still a sweet, innocent girl. 

He’d always thought you were pretty. There was truly no denying it. Hell even in highschool, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi had talked about thinking you were pretty. 

You were so sweet too. Kind and generous, always wearing a cute smile that brightened any room you were in. 

He doesn’t really remember when the fantasies started. There’s not a moment in time he can pinpoint to where his vision of you changed. All he knows is now he couldn’t sleep peacefully without stroking his cock to the thought of you. 

Honestly, he never even had an inclination to act on his desires. He was content just being the best friend. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship because he truly did treasure you as someone important in his life. 

But, well, when an opportunity presents itself like a blinking neon sign, even he doesn’t have the self control to stop himself. Especially not when you’re wearing that cute, pink pleated skirt that makes your legs look amazing. All night, he’s been wondering what panties you’re wearing. The more he drinks, the filthier his thoughts get until his cock is hard in his jeans. 

It’s easy to lure you away from the party. You don’t really like crowds anyway. Really, you’d much prefer to spend some time with your best friend. 

Plus...you trust him. 

There’s no reason for you to suspect him as he leads you to an empty bedroom. You flop down on the bed,  making your skirt ride up your thighs just a little bit and his cock throbs. You’re so vulnerable, you don’t even notice that he locks the door. 

“Just the tip,” he promises, breathless as he feels the heat of your little cunt wrap around the very tip of his cock, “That’s it, baby. Just the tip, okay?”

You sniffle but nod. Of course you do. You believe him. 

Even as he holds you down, a red mark blooming across your cheek from where he’d slapped you -- you still trust him to keep his word. 

You’re such a sight, your skirt is flipped up and your panties are dangling from your ankle as he pins your legs open. Your little cunt is just as cute as he dreamt it would be. It glistens with his spit, though he can feel the way your little hole drools slick onto his cock as he presses the tip into you -- fucking you with just that. 

“H-Hiro, I-I wanna stop,” you sniffle, tearfully looking up at him. 

“Why, baby? Don’t you trust me?” he asks, raising a brow at you. 

You look conflicted, brows furrowing. There’s a moment of hesitation before you nod, “I-I do...b-but I just…”

He clicks his tongue, “You’re breaking my heart. You know I wouldn’t do anything wrong, pretty girl. I know what’s best for you, don’t I?”

You nod and let your body go lax, defeated. He’s holding your thighs so tight you’re sure he’s going to bruise them -- an ache that will linger for days to come. A long lasting memory of this moment. 

Your little cunt is so warm, so soft that he can’t help but press deeper inside. You whine and kick your legs instinctively as he forces the head of his cock inside.

“H-Hiro!” you cry, tears falling down your cheeks, “Y-You promised just the tip!”

“That is just the tip, baby,” he laughs, watching the confusion on your face, “Silly girl. See, you don’t even know. Just be quiet, I know what I’m doing, yeah?”

There’s something to primal and dark about the situation. You’re locked in a dark room, music blasting from downstairs and covering up any sound. No one would even question where you are anyway, you left with your best friend Hanamaki! There’s not a single person who would question his motives. 

You’re both still fully clothed, his cock having been pulled from his jeans and you only missing your panties. It’s just like he’d always dreamed it -- though he doesn’t remember you crying when he fantasized about it. But what was he to do?

He rolls his hips, stuffing even more of his cock inside you. You open your mouth, probably to yell at him again, only to let out a soft moan. He watches your eyes roll back and your cunt spasm around him. Your whole body twitches and trembles, making him grin. 

You’re cumming! 

“Y-You pr-promised...Hiro…” you force out, cunt still clasping desperately around his invading cock.

“Silly girl,” he coos, “You didn’t even know you were gonna cum. What do you know about my cock, hm?”

Once again, the confusion flashes over your mind. Oh, you were so desperate to find an explanation -- a reason to continue trusting him. You so desperately didn’t want this to be reality, hoping you were just wrong and misunderstanding everything. 

Hiro would never steer you wrong. He loves you! He’s always looked out for you. 

“O-Okay, Hiro…” you sniffle, as though you’re convincing yourself. 

He hums, sinking his cock balls deep into your sweet little cunny, “Good girl.”

He knows that after this, everything will be ruined. The trust you’re clinging to will be shattered and gone forever. After this, he’ll never have you in his life again. 

But, he truly can’t even think about that -- not when you’re gushing all over his cock again. 

[mazuwii]

Zeke SFW Alphabet

Flying monke

Hey bestie, I see you like Mr Monke😏

No shame! No shame!😤 I am writing the chapters everyone has requested but I got asked to do a Zeke alphabet first so here it is

—A (Affection. How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

•Not very physically affectionate in public, he tends to give you stares that gives you the same warm feeling you get from being hugged tightly.

•When you crash into him for a hug, he's so shocked and confused, his heart is dancing at the feeling of your warm little body right against his, affectionately rubbing his back. Before he knows it, he's silently crying, holding your face to his chest so that you don't see.

•Zeke never knew hugs felt so nice and now whenever he's feeling down or whenever you both have nothing to do, he randomly opens his arms up and waits for you to run into them. If you take too long all he does is twitch his hands slightly, which is funny and cute.

•I can see him being way more affectionate in the nighttime, where you're sleeping on him and you mumble under your breath, he kisses your head and strokes your cheek, lovingly gazing at you.

—B (Bestfriend, how would he be like as a best friend, how would the friendship start?)

•Zeke would be the bestest friend ever, sure he isn't the most affectionate or upfront friend but he is incredibly reliable!

•Always defending you behind your back. He insults you but then compliments and uplifts you behind your back to other people. Basically your lawyer.

•I will never stop saying this, Zeke Jaegar is intelligent as fuck and hates small talk so his conversations are so delicious, so full of flavour. His intelligence turns you on so hard, he is so fun to talk to because A, he makes fair points and teaches you things, B, he has a good sense of humour, C, he genuinely listens. He wants your opinion and understands your point of view on the subject.

—C (Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

•Before getting into a relationship, he always thought hugs would be stiff and horrible, especially in bed but he discovered that he was wrong.

•When you were spooning him, he couldn't nearly think straight from the appreciation he felt. Your arm was so secure around his waist and your body was warm against him, it was a feeling that made him wish he was immortal and experience this FOREVER!

•He likes it when you bring yourself to him, automatically. He finds it cute and always compliments you when you do. It isn't a full-of-shit-flattery compliment, he means it.

•"Why- on this gruesome green earth, are you so cute?" He kisses your head as you nestle yourself on his chest. "Mind telling me? Hm?" He pecks your head again and tightens his arm around you.

•One thing he will die to protect is you, he wants to hide you away from all the horrors of the world and treasures you so much and one way to do it is to tightly hold you right against him, melting at the sound of your giggle.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•Zeke wants to live in a cottage with you, secluded from other humans. All the serenity of it relaxes him, it's one thing he'd never stop thinking about.

•Sure he wants to settle down but he'd never want to have kids. He sees himself as a failure to all and can see his little ones hating his guts, having to hear them exclaim how much they hate their papa (even if it's just his imagination) terrifies him.

•He felt like everyone hated him, but you and his grandparents and Mr Ksaver. Children would be too much stress

•As for cooking and cleaning, I don't think he's good with cooking or cleaning. He doesn't really make a mess so it's okay that he isn't good at cleaning

•However he isn't bothered with cooking actual food, he'd always just have fruit or instant noodles when he's hungry. So you'd have to be a good cook because my mans has no motivation for that stuff

—F (Fiance(e) How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Like I said before, Zeke isn't good on relationships so if you both last more than a year and he realises you've helped him as a person and he has helped you, he secures it.

•But proposing would be difficult, he's shy, scared, worried you may laugh and blow him off.

•Eventually he gives in and asks, a heavyweight washing off his shoulders when you said yes, even getting butterflies when he realised you were crying.

—G (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•His inner child is bruised, you can see a little boy in him anytime he smiles properly, it makes your heart shatter to know that he never experienced his childhood properly and is currently a little boy in an old man's body

•He is gentle, he tries so hard to be soft with you and touches you like you're made of glass. H o w e v e r, my man does not hold back when it comes to baseball.

•Zeke is so happy when he's playing baseball with you that he doesn't realise he may have thrown too hard and only realises it when you grunt at the impact it made with your collarbone, dropping everything and running to check on you.

—H (Hugs. Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•He hesitates at first when your smaller body collides with his, he had let out a small yelp but couldn't help smiling when your arms get tighter in desperation.

•Slowly and gently, he'd embrace you back and smell your hair.

•Zeke's hugs are warm, secure and surprisingly cuddly. He's too shy to hug you first, you'd have to hug him first and he'd not hesitate anymore. Sometimes, when he's missed you so much, he'd hug so tight that your legs float off the floor, completely powerless in his embrace.

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word)

•Zeke thinks a lot so admitting that he loves you would be an epiphany, even years into the relationship. He genuinely can't believe someone loves him and stayed with him.

•He'd say it with a kiss to your forehead, small freckles of tears glistening in his eyes when he stares longingly at you.

—J (Jealousy. How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

•Very jealous but he keeps it to himself. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. He realises anytime a man talks to you and you smile around them, he can feel himself shrink. He's all dramatic in his head, wondering if he'd ever been enough for you or if you finally realised you deserved a better guy than him.

•All of those thoughts would disappear when you take his hand or talk to him with the tone you always use with him, a cheerful and appreciative one.

—K (What are his kisses like? Where does he like to kiss you? Where does he like to be kissed?)

•Zeke's kisses are hesitant and full of pauses. Sometimes you do most of the work, bringing him closer and all that while he's questioning if he deserves you.

•When Zeke tries to be affectionate, he likes to kiss your forehead, crown of your head, cheek, lips in private. It's reassuring and he loves his little lady more than anything. This small kiss passes on so much serotonin through your skull.

•Zeke doesn't have a specific preference but when you pepper his face with kisses it makes him so happy and fireworks go off in his tummy. With your hands gently cupping his face and your lips pressing every area on his face he softly holds onto you with a flustered smile.

—L (Little ones. How are they around children)

•Lol, he's like their older bro but a lil more distant

Let's move on...

—M (Morning. How are mornings spent with them?)

•Zeke's life is full of duties and priorities but he wishes with his full heart that he could spend the rest of his life lazily holding you with you peacefully laying by his side

•To his dismay, he must leave you to sleep. He has to get up earlier and doesn't bother waking up his sleeping angel, getting ready for work and leaving- not without kissing your cheek. Even if you're fast asleep, Zeke tucks you in and pecks your cheek, admiring you for a few seconds before heading on with his day.

•I'd say on good days, you make an effort to wake up with him and make breakfast so that he doesn't go to work and smoke ciggerates on an empty stomach. Fucking idiot, sorry but don't do that 🙄 even to my readers, don't smoke bestie💜

—N (Night. How are nights spent with them?)

•He does sleep at a reasonable time, sometimes at ten PM, sometimes at eight PM..

•Before bed he'd watch a documentary with you while having dinner and probably tire himself out by sucking in all that knowledge (the TV voice makes him sleepy, so you can see his eyelids drooping when he lies about how he isn't tired... it's cute)

•When it's time for bed he does the usual routine and gets into bed after smoking... which is pretty painful for you to watch but you won't scold him, you'll bring him closer to you and kiss his nose, massaging his scalp and becoming limp when his hand is soft at your waist, caressing patterns with his slender fingers until you fall asleep.

—O (Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Zeke thinks he is the scum of the Earth and wouldn't be surprised if you thought so too. It'd be difficult for him to mention any of his trauma so it all comes out through his humour.

•Daddy issues jokes, mommy issues jokes, self-deprecating jokes and you go through so many until you realise the man is traumatised. I can say with full confidence that he once tried making a joke for the millionth time and ended up crying instead of laughing. Of course, you were reassuring and comforted him in every way he needed.

—P (Patience. How easily angered are they?)

•Very patient when it comes to his S/O, he doesn't force anything out of you and slowly, gently speaks.

•Zeke doesn't become angry easily, honestly, he's so smart and open-minded that it becomes a problem because he understands so many things, unable to use his emotions to his advantage.

•Again, emotions pass and are useless to him, they just come and go so he doesn't like feeling too vividly. Especially anger, he thinks there's no use in it.

—Q (Quizzes. How much would they remember about you?  Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

•Like I keep saying, Zeke is a smart, attentive person even when he doesn't mean to be. He pays attention to small details by accident and remembers subconsciously. He memorises a lot of your habits, bad and good and makes notes of when and where they mostly happen, adapting to your lifestyle without realising.

•Someone is asking what to get for your birthday and tries to get a type of chocolate flavour he remembers you despise and he gives away your full interests and a list of what you like, dumping an essay of your public info to one of your best friends and they're just like °_°...?

•It's cute, he just doesn't know his brain sucks everything about you in

—R (Remember. What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

•When you took him out to dance and the music suddenly switched from formal dancing to just 'go crazy' and he watched you GO OFF. You were shaking your hip and hopping around energetically, glaring at him for laughing his ass off over the loud music.

•You forced him to dance with you, both of you whipping your hair back and forth, your movements less stiff but nonetheless, in sync. He's never had so much fun. No one he knew was there, it was all strangers but he felt like only you and he were there, dancing freely to the music, he'd just follow your lead confidently

—S (Security. How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

•Zeke is so protective, paranoid but never expressing it, knowing he'd sound insane:

-"Angel, I have to go out with you because what'll happen if you suddenly get run over?!"

-"No you can't use the phone while it's in charge, what if it explodes in your face?!"

-"Cookie dough, don't try handstanding, you could snap your neck!"

-"No, I won't let you go up these faulty escalators, they could suddenly break open and swallow you, here let me hold your hand up the normal stairs."

-"Don't lean against the balcony, you could fall over!"

•So instead he does it sneakily. Like small solutions, in order, he'd: offering to help you shop when you go out, making you put your phone down to massage him, scaring you into stopping your handstands, holding your waist securely when you're both on the balcony.

•To feel protected, Zeke needs constant reassurance from you. Physically and emotionally. A small kiss on his cheek and a little "Don't overthink, I'm here, let it all out, I'll listen to your thoughts."

—T (Try. How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•I think Zeke is more of a private person but his dates can be fun too. For anniversaries, you'd both have turns. For his half of the day, it would be spent playing baseball, going to the arcade, taking you out to dinner and then he'd warmly hold your hands in his, asking you what you want to do now.

•His gifts are so thoughtful but he tries to be cool when he gives it to you, lips straight and eyes avoiding you like a shy schoolboy. He can't keep his cool since you have to attack his face with kisses🙄 Jees Y/n stop it, he totally doesn't go insane when you do that to him, totally isn't in love

—U (Ugly. What are some bad habits of theirs?)

•I'd say the damn smoking. Zeke chose an unhealthy coping mechanism and needs guidance out of it, so you do just that.

•Taking his cigarettes and helping him get the nicotine out of his body through skipping rope, taking him to the sauna and even massaging his scalp when he has a headache.

•If course it'd be such a shock to him when he realises how nice he feels after his addiction is over, it's amazing what getting rid of one bad habit can do to your life.

—V (Vanity. How concerned are they with their looks?)

•Zeke trimmed his beard shorter and did his hair when he realised he had seemed to be ageing faster but... for the sake of my selfishness this is a modern au

•Surprisingly, he actually has good skin, a nice beard and a good haircut. Zeke is beautiful.

•Only once, has he ever shaved fully and my guy looked 10 years younger and was lowkey getting cocky but he rathered the beard and let it grow out... not too long though

—W (Whole. Would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Zeke is like the moon, it's a bit dark but it's still useful, however, it needs the sun to give it a boost? So what I'm trying to say is you're the sun to him, life wouldn't feel the same now that you've made your mark

—X (Xtra. A random headcanon for them.)

•I don't care what you say, he can do the entire dance for boy with luv by BTS. He doesn't know why he knows it so well, he's only seen the dance rehearsal once (yes he memorizes pretty fast)

•extra but, by the way, Monke man can figure out a Rubix cube faster than a War breaking out in AOT so... haha very fast👁👁

—Y (Yuck. What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•He doesn't like a controlling partner, not everything has to go your way babe, life is always going to steer you in a different direction and it sometimes is in a better direction than the one you had first intended.

•So there's that

—Z (Zzz. What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

•This is funny to me for some reason? But once he lets go of your cuddle, he subconsciously sprawls his body out, and he does it for the entire night even when you're on top of him, his clothes are somehow half-off. The pillows are everywhere, the blanket is under his heavy thighs so you're freezing on him :")

[mistabullets]

i also want alucard to rail me ! could i perhaps suggest,,, alucard with a chubby s/o,,, as wholesome or nasty as you desire

A Taste of You

Characters: Alucard | Adrian Tepes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Alucard decides to show his love for you.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader but neutral pronouns, chubby reader, virgin reader, reader is a witch, vaginal finger, slight blood drinking (he just accidentally nip your lips), slight virginity and corruption kink (???), and post season 3 but it’s quite fluffy so don’t worry

Note: There wasn’t any railing involved but you gave me a reason to write some indulgent smut with Alucard and for that, I appreciate you. 

Not SFW under cut ; 

You let out a quiet gasp when the dhampir’s careful lips meet the warm skin from the column of your neck, tensing slightly as it sends tingles down your spine. He laughs at your small reaction, finding it adorable; a lithe hand running down your side to ease the fluttering anxiety and reel you into his ghost kisses. “Relax, my dear… I just want to make you feel good.”

Considerate as always, you think, despite the growing erection brushing up against one of your thick thighs. He must feel uncomfortable to a degree since he is still in his trousers.

How odd it is, that fate led you to him.

You were a mere witch, hopping from town to town but never staying too long in fear that some close-minded individual would suspect your magical ability and report you to the church officials. However, the last particular town found out too soon of your sorcery. Before anyone could act and drag you to a stake to be tied up and burned, you packed your belongings and ran into the forests. You heard from the townsfolk how dangerous it was to roam those woods, especially at nighttime, that a particular vampire lived within the heart of it. However, you reasoned it must be some myth to scare the children or just something to make this dreadful town more interesting and have something to talk about.

Yet deeper into the greenwoods, the lingering smell of decaying death met your nostril. Again, you rationalized - this was the territory of wildlife. Perhaps it was a deer carcass nearby. Who knows? Now wasn’t the time to fret, as you heard voices bounce and echo from the trees, too far away but you could certainly pick up some words: witch, find, and a few curses. Without properly analyzing your surroundings, you picked up the pace, not considering directions and ignoring the fact the putrid scent grew stronger the further you went.

You were stopped in your tracks by a blur of red and a thunk to your head. Before the waves of unconsciousness dazed you, you caught a brief glimpse of golden locks and a pale figure. Perhaps the villagers had gotten you; perhaps this was your angel to guide you toward heaven. But can a witch such as yourself go to heaven, especially if you dabbled in the dark arts?

Well, considering where you are, beneath a beautiful man who carried a merciful soul that you did not deserve… this is the closest to any celestial afterlife you’ll ever be. It took months, perhaps even a year, to mend the wounds of his heart. You recall the first couple months here, living behind the closed doors of Castlevania. Alucard, who happened to be dhampir son of the late Dracula, wasn’t too enthusiastic about allowing another soul to inhabit, especially after being alone for nearly half a year. While you were polite to never ask questions, you eventually put two and two together upon catching a glimpse of the scar, from recent times, forever ingrained into his porcelain skin. No wonder he longed for some privacy. For they were a reminder of loss and betrayal, the day when he saw humanity’s corruption.

And while he’ll never fully forget the sin they committed, he came to realize his lapse of judgment. It stemmed from the unmerited tribulation - he was quick to close off his heart, not properly allowing himself grief, to process the trauma he’s been through.

But seeing how you still forgive the humans and long to aid them, despite them killing your coven, gradually made him realize how foolish he has been. He was reminded of his mother’s wisdom; how she was willing to be scrutinized by the church if it meant she could help others and spread her nurturing knowledge. You were willing to help those in need, despite the hardships humanity has gifted you. While it certainly took time, he was beginning to open his heart to you… and in return, you were showing him your vulnerability, culminating into this moment: you and Alucard, glowing under the moonlight, exploring each other’s bodies like new lands.

He kisses your plush lips again, mindful of his incisors. His hands find your plump breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze, relishing in the breathless gasp your voice elicits. Adrian withdraws himself from your mouth, savoring the taste of your lips; he wants to smother them, hear the symphony he can pull from you, but he wants to drink in your blushing form and the plush curves of your flesh against his muscled figure. The dhampir sees you as a goddess undeserving of him yet here you are, sprawled out and waiting for his next move. You find yourself more flustered than before, small and fragile beneath his resplendent eyes. His visage softens, noticing the doubt casting your lovely face. Adrian leans back down, resting his head against the middle of your breasts, the blood rushing through your veins sounding delicious. But oh, while your blood may be sweet, he wants to try the appetizers first.

“God, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he declares, lips peppering kisses on one of your breasts before finding a nipple to feast on. A shaky moan leaves your lips, your hands find themselves in his hair. Alucard makes sure to give each of your pert buds attention; suckling them in between his lips and gently pinching the sensitive skin with his lithe fingers. Your mind is swirling - how painful the virginal heat is between your legs, how merciful yet ruthless his touch is, how patient this angelic man is despite his own carnal desire, and how you love it and you love him. He allows your breasts to rest from the overstimulation; kisses explore your collarbone and neck while a curious hand searches for the heat radiating at the apex of your thighs. You whimper please at the feel of his hand against your now damp undergarment and your lover can’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. “Patience, my love.”

He rewards you a kiss, brushing strands of your hair away from your forehead. Your face is burning from how intently the dhampir observes each time your visage twists in newfound pleasure. A finger rubs up against your clothed slit, wishing to draw out more of your juices and lewd noises. “A-Adrian, please… t-touch me, please.”

“I am, my treasure,” he teases with amusement.

You whine, exasperated, and Alucard gives a playful grin. He understands what you mean but it’s fun to tease. Looking into your blown-out pupils, he asks for silent permission and you already know what he wants. You awkwardly lift up your hips so he can pull down your undergarments with ease. Once off, his fingers make contact with your naked mound, collecting the slick pooling from your heart and down your thighs. You’re eager to spread your legs further apart, allowing him access to more. He sighs, pride swelling how he is able to make you fall apart so quickly. After some painful slow strokes of your exposed slit, Alucard’s finger experimentally rubs your bundle of nerves, relishing in the moan of his name and how desperate yet demure it rings. Finding the entrance to your maidenhood with ease, he easily slips his index finger and god, that wail sounds ethereal. The dhampir sees how your entire form is quivering, from the tension and nerves, and he’s quick to litter your body with kisses and lovebites to distract your melting brain. You giggle a bit when a strand of his golden locks brushes against a ticklish spot and he’s glad to know you’re easing into his touch.

Adrian tentatively curls his finger in a come here motion - and after a few strokes, he finds that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you moan even louder. Your mind is foggy but you’re feeling confident, enjoying the way your lover is making you come undone - you plead for more. And so he adds another digit to your tight heat and repeats the same motion and experimenting more; scissoring your insides, burying his digits to the knuckle, and alternating these motions. You’re almost at the peak, he sees - with how your moans grow in volume, you’re bucking into his touch, and your e/c eyes swim in lust and adoration. His fingers pick up the pace, drinking in your divine image: soft and thick thighs spreading out more, lightning shape stretch marks adorning your cute belly and hips, and your chubby face contorting in the madness of pleasure as you imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you.

Wishing to relinquish you of this torture, he presses his thumb up against your clit and you’re seeing stars speckle your vision as strange pressure builds higher and higher to the cliff of your undoing. “A-Adrian, i-it’s too much! I-I’m going to, a-ahh--!”

Alucard rubs faster and harsher and thrust his fingers deeper - like he wants to feel every inch of the textured insides of your pussy. His forehead comes to rest on yours to admire your hungry eyes. Before you tumble from your peak, his lips crash against yours to consume the lovely noises, desperate and needy, and he accidentally bites your lips; but god, is your blood even sweeter in the glow of your climax. You didn’t even realize he’s grinding his groin against the mattress, too caught up the new sensation of Adrian’s fingers fucking your womanhood. If you could read minds, could you handle the extent of his ardor for you, a bashful witch? After seeing you wonderfully fall from your summit, Adrian truly believes he would die if he didn’t have more of you, if he couldn’t hear more of those needy keens, if he couldn’t pound you into oblivion, if he couldn’t--

His focus shifts from his lewd imagination to your glowing visage. From the dazed glisten of your eyes and the soft smile plastering your blood-smeared lips, Adrian could wait. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of your sopping core, curiously bringing them up to his lips and lapping up the juices (much to your embarrassment), Alucard can’t help but laugh at your burning red face, planting his lips against yours and drinking up the remaining blood (the metallic taste of it combined with your juices made for a good combo).

“Do you need a break before we get to the main course, my beloved?”

He smiles at your cute face, steam particularly coming out of your ears.

But he smiles wider when you say no.

[camillemontespan]

cake fluffy alphabet

Thank you to @pixelburied for letting me use this template! 😄 This is on my phone so apologies for the lack of a keep reading line.

@jovialyouthmusic @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @sirbeepsalot @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @emceesynonymroll @burnsoslow @ibldw-main @dcbbw @emichelle @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @notoriouscs @rainbowsinthestorm @stopforamoment @drakesensworld @gardeningourmet @katedrakeohd

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

A recurring argument is how Drake often uses whiskey to block out negative thoughts. Camille tries her best to get him to open up and he is working on it. 

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Drake thinks Camille's best trait is her empathy.  She listens and she wants to help you if you’re having a rough time. ‘I’ve got wine, come over for chats, let’s unpack this.’ 

Camille thinks Drake’s best trait is how amazing a father and husband he is. He always puts his family first and he will do anything to keep them safe and happy. Becoming a family man was the making of Drake Walker.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Drake has a photo album on his phone of just pictures of Camille which he looks at when he misses her or just wants to smile. 

Camille has a scrapbook and develops actual photos and sticks them inside. 

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

Cosy, romantic, lots of hand holding and laughter. They have ridiculous conversations over the table, such as ‘who would die first in a horror film starring our friends?’ (answer: Maxwell). 

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Drake constantly thought she was going to dump him. He didn’t believe he was worthy of her and he thought she would realise she had made a big mistake. Huge. 

Meanwhile, Camille was happy and giddy at the thought of dating him which is a complete contrast. 

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

They obviously have the same group of friends :) 

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

They do! Personal, thoughtful gifts. Camille isn’t into anything flashy, she much prefers cute little things that she can treasure. She loves to read vintage books and Drake will buy her one if he wants to make her smile. 

Camille gifts him different bottles of whiskey, the more obscure the better. But the best present she ever gave him was the little babygrow with an embroidered marshmallow on the pocket as a birthday present, to surprise him with her baby news. 

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

THEY LOVE HUGS. When Camille’s cooking, he will come up behind her and give her a hug ‘just because.’

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

They have one involving vaseline and clingfilm thanks to Olivia and Leo.. 

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Drake gets jealous easier. He knows she loves him but those early dating thoughts start coming back when he sees her talking to a handsome guy and he starts to doubt himself. He will go very quiet, stewing. Camille will know exactly what he’s thinking, which means she will become more touchy feely with Drake to reassure him that SHE IS NOT GOING TO LEAVE HIM.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

Passionately! Cutely! Tenderly! All the kissing! Drake usually initiates because he is a romantic marshmallow under that rugged and sarcastic exterior. 

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

He said it to her in bed, almost in shock at himself because he hadn’t been expecting to say it but he just had to get it out there because she looked particularly beautiful that night and he realised how happy he was. Even better, she said it back.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

They watch thrillers and the occasional romcom which Drake tolerates for her.  They have Netflix and they like to bingewatch series (Drake has a crush on Nancy from Stranger Things)

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

‘Baby,’ ‘honey,’ just those kinds of names. 

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

Drake took her camping up the mountains and she loved it. She didn’t complain at all, she took photos of everything, she got excited when she saw wildlife. They snuggled up together in the tent and Camille said that she wished they could stay in the mountains together forever. That was when Drake realised she was the one. 

Camille realised Drake was the one when she told him about her parents. She has always been private about her family but on the 20th anniversary of their death, she was very upset and wallowing. All she wanted was to talk to Drake about them. It was a big deal when she told him and he was very understanding and kind, listening carefully, giving her support. That was the moment she knew he was the one.

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Tapas because its fun to share and they can introduce different things to each other.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

His drinking got heavy for a while due to external pressures. Camille stuck with him. If there are issues, they work it out. They're a team.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Drake makes her tea and brings her one of her favourite books. Or he will put on a romcom.

Camille curls up beside him and makes up funny and ridiculous stories that make him chuckle.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

Drake got really excited about decorating the baby's nursery. He was running around thinking of ideas and what to buy while Camille watched him, melting, because he was so deliriously happy.

Camille found old photos of Drake and his father which were tucked away in a drawer, forgotten. She didn't think they should be hidden away gathering dust so she framed them and hung them up to make a gallery wall in the living room. Drake came home and couldn't believe all her effort.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They text throughout the day if they're apart. Camille will send him photos of her shoes or her coffee, just something random.

Drake will send her a heart emoji at the same time every day to show he's thinking of her.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Drake found out that sometimes she layers moisturiser on her hands and then puts on gloves to keep the moisturiser locked in overnight while she sleeps. He thought it was weird and hilarious.

Camille found out that Drake can't go to the bathroom first thing until after he's had a coffee.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Camille adores his chest and shoulders because he's so broad and rugged looking.

Drake loves her eyes.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

They got married at the Walker ranch with only close family and friends. They wanted it to be intimate and romantic with no frills or media presence. They exchanged vows on the jetty and consummated their marriage by the lake later that night.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

They can't hate each other. But if Drake had to choose, probably the NFL team she supports.

Camille hates his aunt Bianca, so that's not really about Drake but it's related to Drake..

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They're very private. They have Facebook which they barely use but Drake does use Instagram and its basically dedicated to Camille. He'll post a photo of her with captions like 'woman crush every day, not just Wednesday.'

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

They love dogs. They have two corgis, Cheddar and Olive. Cheddar is more of Camille's dog while Olive worships Drake.

[ask-the-jester-buds]

Truth serum everyone with a mate should gush about them

OH! I could talk about this forever! You have no idea hoW Much I adore My quadrants! 

Risata, Oh My dear Risi, her coMpany has been light on My path since she appeared In My life, I adore hoW sWeet and creative she is, you May think that she gives Me a lot of probleMs With her hyperactivity, but she is the best fuel for all My nights and days of Work, also We constantly help each other With our arts and We inspire each other! It’s soMething beautiful, a connection I didn’t believed I could feel With anyone, she’s the best that happened to Me~

And Ghirah! Oh My dear Ghirah! I love to spend tiMe With hiM, even if is not as Much as I’d like, I love his sincere and kind soul! It’s so fragile I just Want to protect hiM, but I do love too his intelligence, and hoW skilled and sharp Minded he can be. The WarM of his body against Mine When We hug, it Melts My bloodpusher, he has the voice of angels  and just listening to hiM is a blessing, When he’s a bit shy and blushes it just *siiiigh* I just Want to sMooch hiM forever~

Oh mAn… whAt cAn I sAy thAt I hAvEn’t sAId AlrEAdy hErE [x]

[Koresh Answered here: x ]

WElp, WHAt cAn AH sAY ‘bout Koresh?tHEY ArE WickEdlY gorgEous, tHEY got A bodY to kill ‘nd tHEY ArE not AfrAid to usE it.  but dEspitE WHAt otHErs migHt tHink, tHEY ArE not All ‘bout pAilin’. K. is vErY loYAl to tHE cHurcH, AH knoW vErY fEW trolls tHAt ArE As dEdicAtEd As tHEY ArE out of purE lovE ‘nd commitmEnt to our mirtHful mEssiAHs rAtHEr tHAn poWEr ‘nd stAtus.

THEY ArE vErY smArt, tHEY AlWAYs knoW HoW to HAndlE AnY situAtion ‘nd tHAt’s somEtHin’ fEW trolls cAn mustEr. And insidE tHAt cold ExtErior, tHEY ArE Also vErY sEnsitivE. AH consiEr mAHsElf A blEssEd soul for bEin’ AblE to sEE tHE “rEAl korEsH”, tHE onE tHEY onlY rEvEAl to tHosE tHEY trulY trust. YA cAn’t gEt A bEttEr. most loYAl mAtE tHAn KorEsH!

|| Venter is the perfect tro||. They are just P E R F E C T, Their beauty is beyond compare, their voice is soft and just by itse|f it makes me be|ieve in mirac|es, their soft touch, their purring so |ow, on|y for my ears, so precious, their smile that could warm the co|dest b|ood pusher, their power, their delicacy, it makes me mad of |ove, and hate, respect and pity. They own my pan every second with their se|f. ||

O… I believe there are nOt enOugh wOrds tO describe cOrrectly just hOw much PygmlO means tO me. He is my entire wOrld, my hOme, my paradise. He is the lighthOuse in this cruel, stOrmy sea th@ is Alternia, He is my master th@ gives life tO my useless bOdy… in his arms I feel like I am the mOst valuable treasure in the whOle universe. …OO…I lOve, pity and respect everything abOut him, his calm vOice, his bOdy, his sOul, the scars Of his sacrifice fOr me, the glint in his eyes, the feeling Of his claws against my skin. …O

O… He is everything I need and fOr Once, I find myself thanking these “Messiahs” fOr guiding him tO me. (As Ris@a wOuld put it) …O

OH DAMN, how do I do thiss? like wow…my babe Plasska iss like the besst ok? motherfucking cute I could jusst kissss hiss cute fucking lipss until it hurtss, and when he'ss being all sshy and adorable maaaan I jusst losst it you know? when he sstutterss sshit I jusst sscream internally becausse it meltss all my blood pussher and you know, when he hass hiss confidence busstss and getss flirty and ssecure FUCK! that'ss the hottesst thing ever!

[crestonkhor]

IzuOchaWeek Day 2 - Photograph

“Woah!”

 Mina exclaimed as she entered Ochako’s room, the girls were currently having a sleepover at said person’s room.

“Your room looks amazing!”

 “Yeah, it looks cuter than before!”

 Toru agreed, following behind.

 “Y-you think so?” Ochako fidgeted on the spot, slightly flustered by the praises, “I had Momo help me with the new design.”

 “Indeed,” Momo said, entering last after Jirou and Tsuyu, “I believe that a girl should pay more attention to her appearance, that’s why I went to buy some material to help decorate her room.”

 “Couldn’t you like, just make it?”

 “W-what? Of course not! Think about the economy of the country!”

 Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive

 “Huh, what’s this?

 Mina asked as she approached Ochako’s bed, pictures could be seen plastered all over the walls.

  “Oh those?”

 Ochako smiled as the rest huddled to get a closer look. “Those were taken since the day we entered UA, they always reminded me of the good memories we had together.”

 “Most of the photos seemed to include Midoriya though…” Tsuyu pointed out as all five girls immediately whipped around to look at her, some with smug grins on their faces, looking for an explanation.

 “W-well!” A large blush instantly formed on her face as she rubbed her arms on her thighs nervously, “N-no offense, but out of everyone in class, Deku is the one closet to me.”

 “So you do like him!” Toru exclaimed.

 “H-huh? O-f course not-” she stiffened up on instinct and tried to deny the statement, but then relaxed right after, “I-I guess I do…”

 We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

 “See this?” she pointed towards a photo showing Midoriya punching a giant robot, “I got this from Present Mic Sensei, that was the time when he saved me from the zero pointer during the entrance exams. He was so nervous when I first met him but during that moment,”

“He looked cool.”

 So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home

 “This here is taken during our first class with All Might.” She pointed towards a picture with Midoriya and herself in their hero costume. “That was our first team up, and I honestly think he looked cute in his original costume. Though during the training, he kept on amazing me.”

 Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of you Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

 “This was during the cavalry battles, he never fails to come up with a plan worthy to win despite the odds stacked against him. To be honest, even though teaming up with him was a risky move, I still went to him without hesitation. Now the I think about it,”

“It’s because I trust him.”

 Hm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still

 Next picture was Midoriya parkouring over pipes, “This photo probably represents what I like about him. His determination, his will to learn…The phrase Plus Ultra was probably created for someone like him.”

 So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

 “Wait! Didn’t I take that photo?” Mina exclaimed, pointing to a photo where Midoriya and Ochako were walking side by side inside a shopping mall.

 “You’re right!” she smiled, “Thanks for sending that photo to me. That was probably one of my more regretful decisions.” Her shoulders drooped slightly, “Due to my denial I chickened out, if only I was braver that time,”

“It could have been our first date.”

 And if you hurt me That's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

 She went forward to touch another photo gingerly, this picture contained herself and Midoriya sitting on a hill, staring at the sky full of stars above them. “This just happened a few weeks ago, I secretly took that when he wasn’t paying attention. This is probably one of my most treasure moments, because it was just me and him, no hero work, no other intrusions.”

 Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

 “Since the day I met him, he had slowly become a part of my life. Just being by him makes he feel like I can do anything. He always had been helping me, supporting me in my times of need. He’s my best friend, my inspiration, my crush…”

“My hero”

 And if you hurt me Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

 After a long night of talking, the girls returned to their respective rooms, leaving Ochako and Toru alone.

 “Y’know…”

 “Hmm?”

 Ochako looked at her curiously.

 “I was originally going to save this for blackmail material but…here you go, and thanks for letting it all out to us.”

 With that being said, she gave her a photo and exited the room. Ochako looked as it, and smiled fondly, sticking the photo just beside of her bed. It was a photo of her and Midoriya cuddling on the living room sofa, both too into the moment to take note of their surroundings.

 When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost back on Sixth street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

 Maybe, just maybe,

 I could tell him my true feelings.

   A/N: Holy crap the took me longer than expected. Hooray for my first songfic! I saw the title and had to put this song into this fic. Please leave a review on what you think! Btw if you haven’t noticed every chapter during this week will be connected. See you guys tomorrow!

Creston, signing out.

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

I was tagged in a text post thing by @catefrankie.  I’m only a few days behind...not months...so that’s good, right?

A - Age: 26 B - Biggest fear: that I will lose my job.  I have No Prospects. C - Current time: 13:28 D - Drink you last had: a lovely mint/orange hot tea that one of the teachers at my school gifted me.  I have an entire tin of it and it tastes fresh while still being warm, which is grand. E - Every day starts with: me checking my phone to make sure I haven’t texted anyone while I was asleep. F - Favorite song: I will always have a fondness in my heart for “I’m Still Here” from Treasure Planet that no other song quite touches. G - Ghosts, are they real: There are indeed wandering spirits on this earth that move throughout the air in a capricious manner, always drifting, always watching, not to be trusted.  They are called balloons.  And they are terrifying. H - Hometown: imagine a land that gets a lot of snow in the winter (and sometimes the fall and spring) and that is filled largely with economically well-off white people with no more than two children.  I come from that land. I - In love with: a short Italian engineer with a snarky sense of humor and a magical ability to grate cheese at the speed of light J - Jealous of: pregnant people.  Anyone who has a baby.  People who are holding food that looks better than my food. K - Killed someone? Only onstage. L - Last time you cried: on Valentines Day, my significant human joined me in watching Jane the Virgin for the express purpose of watching me cry whenever anything cute happened.  I did not disappoint.  (Rogelio built their house on his soundstage so Jane and Michael could get married there!!  Petra bought them a house!!  AAAAAH!!!!!) M - Middle name: Marie.  Everyone’s middle name is Marie. N - Number of siblings: one sister, five brothers...all younger O - One wish: I wish my coworker in the neighboring office would say “hello” when she started her phone conversations so I could stop assuming she’s talking to me when she isn’t. P - Person you last called/texted: my significant human and I have been texting this morning making date night plans.  I also talked to my mom on the phone. Q - Question you’re always asked: how old are you?  R - Reasons to smile: I’m going to eat burritos tonight, and go to Target, and work on spreadsheets.  I just ate a donut.  My socks have buttons on them.  S - Song last sung: “Blackout” from In the Heights T - Time you woke up: I woke up at 6:45 and pretended I was asleep until my roommate left the house at 7:15. U - Underwear color: light blue V - Vacation destination: My last vacation was to St. Petersburg, Florida.  I don’t plan on a real vacation again for a long while, but I will be visiting my boyfriend’s family in Western PA and going up north for my brother’s college graduation this summer so...maybe that counts?  I’d love to go to Europe again someday but there are bigger savings goals that need to be met first. W - Worst habit(s): picking at my cuticles, saying hateful things about people, swearing X - X-rays you’ve had: X-rays to check the damage from a knee dislocation, and then X-rays some years later to check the damage from a shoulder dislocation. Y - Your favorite food: honey mustard and onion Snyder’s pretzels.  Or amaretto gelato.  Z- Zodiac sign: I’ve been a Libra my whole life.  I refuse to believe in these new symbols.  I don’t have time to look up something that never affects my life.

If you want to answer this, consider yourself tagged!  I have so many new followers now and I would love to get to know some of y’all (and I’m always happy to learn more about those of you who’ve been with me forever...or just to give those of you who are bored something to do).