#so im letting this go..free from its cage...

[bkgml]

i absolutely LOVE your works!! could you write about y/n and bakugo having a argument and y/n sleeping on the couch? i dont mind if its gonna be a sad or happy ending ;D

(feel free to ignore this ask!)

WOOOO I GET SUCH A BOOST WHEN PPL COMPLIMENT MY WORK is that shallow idk but like even if it is you can’t blame me 😚

“leave me alone katsuki.” you frown, tears in your lash line as you walk into the kitchen.

“stop acting like a child yn.” he calls after you.

you stop before inhaling sharply to regain your composure. you’re not in the mood to argue, you had a really long day today and you just wanted to cuddle katsuki and go to bed.

you continue walking to the fridge so you can make dinner.

“now you’re fuckin ignoring me? it was one date.” he says coldly.

that pushes you over the edge. whipping your head to glare at him.

“one date?! katsuki you’ve missed 15 dates. you’re constantly prioritizing me over your job and i get left behind to pick up the pieces. i’m sick of it!!” you scream.

he walks toward you, caging you into the counter and you frown because you know what he’s looking for.

“you can’t kiss me and expect this to all go away katsuki. it’s happened too many times!” you frown, pushing him away.

he lets you, taking the hint.

“you know i need to go into work when they call me, you’re being selfish!” he yells and slams his hand on the countertop.

you jump away from him and your eyes fill with tears.

“don’t yell at me.” you frown.

“i’m gonna go to bed. i don’t want dinner.” you mumble, rushing past him to go to the family room.

“you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

“don’t tell me what to do!!” you snap.

he purses his lips and turns to leave.

“i’m sleeping on this couch before you decide to do the proper thing and apologize like an adult.” you call after him.

his fists clench and he stoms into the bedroom.

you force yourself to sleep. you’ve forgiven him way too many times.

katsuki lies awake in his room. counting how many minutes have passed without you coming to bed. he didn’t know you were this mad, he wants to spend time with you so badly. unfortunately hes trying to save up for the perfect ring and has taken on too many shifts. hes hoping he hasn’t fucked up bad enough for you to leave him.

at that thought, he makes his way to the living room. peeling back the warm blankets in exchange for the cold air of a girlfriend-less night.

he finds you in a light sleep on the couch.

“baby.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face.

“baby come to bed please? ‘m sorry.” he says, lowly.

your eyes flutter open and you frown at him.

“i said im not coming to bed, suki.” you pout.

he grunts in frustration.

“fine.” he says, standing.

you think he’s on his way back to bed so you shut your eyes once again.

only to feel your body get crushed by his weight.

“katsuki.” you groan, trying to shove him off.

“not moving.” he says while wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“i’m not done being mad at you.” you whisper into the silence.

he removes his arms in favour of pulling up your shift to press soft kisses to the spot on your tummy that sends butterflies to flutter around your stomach.

“i know.” he replies in between kisses.

“but i’m done with you being mad at me.” he says while putting your shirt down over his head.

you sigh, attempting to pull the shirt back up so you can see his face.

he doesn’t let you though, preferring to nose at the soft part of your tummy.

“i know you’re hiding a blush under there.” you say.

“no you don’t.” he replies, resuming his kisses.

“alright.” you say softly.

he pops his head out now, thumbs starting to rub circles into your hips.

“hm?” he questions.

you sigh before reaching to cup his cheek.

“i forgive you,” you mumble and he smiles softly, leaning into your palm.

“i guess.” you grin and he bites your hand.

“ow! don’t push your luck.” you frown.

“sorry,” he mumbles.

“i guess.” he says and your grin drops.

he cackles loudly before standing and throwing you over his shoulder.

you laugh with him and bite his waist.

“hey.” he grunts and throws you on the bed.

you giggle and open your arms.

he shuffles up until his entire body weight is on you and his face is in your neck.

“don’t sleep on the couch ever again.” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck giving you shivers.

“don’t do dumb shit ever again.” you mumble back and he frowns.

“said i was sorry.”

“i know.” you smile, brushing his hair off his forehead and pressing a lingering kiss to his skin.

he hums in content as his eyes flutter shut before he falls asleep.

“miss another date and i’ll fucking kill you.” you whisper.

his eyes snap open.

[cow-smells]

Perv! Sanji hc's

Word count: 710

Warnings: sanji being a major creep, dubcon, drunk reader, im not great at warnings so just know this has dark themes and if that's not your jive, its best to skip this one

A/n: honestly and seriously, im embarrassed to have written this. the character of sanji and actor taz live rent free in my head. it is an issue. i will be seeking council

He doesn’t become obsessed with you immediately after you join the crew. He’s after you the same way he is after any other woman, but the more he gets to know you, the less interested he is in other women until eventually, you’re the only one he sees.

And when I say obsessed, I mean the man is OBSESSED.

You could do no wrong in Sanji’s eyes. Every little thing you’d do, he’d fawn over and praise you for

It certainly didn’t hurt that you were receptive to his wandering hands when he would praise you

He took it upon himself to teach you to cook. Whenever you’d manage to improve your skills or make something tasty, Sanji would pick you up in an excited hug, he was so happy you were learning from him

And when he’d put you down from said hug, his hands always somehow found themselves on your bottom, squeezing, pushing you against him

The kitchen was his favourite place to be with you

There was a lot less space to move around than there was in the kitchen at the baratie, but Sanji didn’t mind; it just gave him a reason to have his hands on your waist anytime he needed to move you around – he loved how easy it was for him to control you like that

And whenever he needed something from a shelf above the counter where you stood, it was an excuse to cage you in, grinding his groin over your bum

Sometimes he’d use the fact he knew you were busy in the kitchen or someplace else on ship to allow himself in to your room

He’d smell your sheets, imagining waking up in them with you

Ruining them with you

He’d never leave your room without a souvenir

His favourite? Your used panties

He’d settle for a washed pair if you didn’t have any used ones but he just loves them used

It’s the closest to your cunt he could get right now

Sanji would spend those nights jerking off with your panties in hand, cumming in to them, thinking about you wearing them after

He once heard you whisper to Nami that you kept losing your underwear. Nami threw a glance at Sanji’s direction, but didn’t voice her suspicions

So Sanji learned to wash them and put them back, and it was actually nicer than keeping them. He liked thinking that you indirectly had his cum on your cunt

Any time Sanji would see you having any type of positive interaction with Zoro, the jealousy would send him up the wall

His frustrations would manifest themselves in extra-intense fighting with Zoro and being a lot less subtle with his perving on you

After he’d have a fight with zoro, he’d go to you for comfort

He liked to hug you from behind, acting upset and in need of your care, but really he just liked how you’d let his hands wander to your breasts

If he felt really bold, he’d let his hands snake under your shirt or your skirt

If you’d try to push him away he’d play up how distressed he was about whatever happened, he knew you have a soft spot for him, that’s why he loves you

He knew what your favourite dessert is and he loves making it for you. He may or may not have cum in the frosting.

He makes you cocktails all the time. He tries to get you inebriated because then you’re much more receptive of him sneaking his way in to your bed.

He knew you wanted him when you were sober, too, you were just shy and needed to be pushed in the right direction

He loves it when you’re drunk – he can kiss you all over, touch you all over, mark you up as his (which was partly for himself, and partly so zoro would finally take the hint)

And being drunk made you so cuddly. Sure, he was hot for you, but he really did love you and just loved having you wrapped around him

[ivanzplaid]

okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

//

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

--

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

//

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

//

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

//

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

[dilemmaontwolegs]

ANGRY SEX WITH CHARLES PLEASE IM B(p)EGGING

Another Lie || CL16

Warnings: Angst, smut, drug and alcohol use, unhealthy relationship WC: 2.2k

F1 Masterlist || Alessandro for those who haven't seen || Part Two

The club in the casino was at its busiest hour but you no longer saw all the people beneath the strobe lights or even heard the quick beats of the bass that could have been your heartbeat. Your focus was on the single tattoo you had spotted on the man leaving the VIP area where you were partying the night away.

How many people had a Ferrari-red Guido tattooed on their bicep?

You scanned the crowd again and spotted the man making his way to the exit. There was no doubt with his dark hair and short, shaped beard that it was Charles’ mechanic, Alessandro. You could only hope he didn’t recognise you from all the time you had spent in their garage.

You weren’t going to let thoughts of the team, and particularly their driver, ruin your night as you shaped another line of powder with your credit card and let it clear your mind.

You felt his entrance like an earthquake, invisible and dangerous. The moment he stepped into the nightclub a tremor rolled through the crowd and your eyes found the epicentre making his way to the VIP area.

You swallowed another shot as his shape came into focus and you licked the drop of alcohol on your lips as you found your voice. You were conscious of the coke coursing through your body and forced yourself to speak slowly as you tried to hide the evidence. “You’re meant to be in Italy.”

“Race was cancelled, don’t you read the news?” he bit back sharply, making you roll your eyes.

“If you’re here to be an asshole you can just fuck off.”

He bent down, his hand gripping the back of your chair as he blocked out the crowd behind him. With his face mere inches away from yours you were struck by the way his eyes caught the laser lights that danced around the room, and the scent of his cologne on his neck.

“What the fuck?” His hand caught your chin and tipped your head back so you were staring directly at the lights on the ceiling and he growled in the back of his throat. “Again?”

“You’re meant to be in Italy,” you reiterated.

“Then who were you planning to take care of you, huh?” he shoved your head away before standing at his full height and snapping his fingers. “We’re going.”

“I’m not yours anymore, Charles, you can’t order me around.”

His perfect white teeth glinted with his dark smile and he tugged you to your feet so quickly that you crashed into his chest where he held you tightly. “You’ll always be mine, even when you’re not.”

He grabbed your clutch from the table and picked up your credit card that was beside it, wiping off the white powder that cling to the edge. “You promised me no more.”

“And you promised me forever. Guess we both lied.”

The car ride was slow as Charles navigated the narrow streets of Monaco on a busy Saturday night. You didn’t want to go slow.

The purr of the engine reminded you of the long drives he would take you on along the coast, freeing the Pista from her urban cage and screaming down the winding highways.

“I don’t want to go home.”

Charles looked away from the road to see you staring longingly at the mountains beyond the city. “Where do you want to go?”

Your forehead rested on the cold glass and you moaned quietly at the refreshing touch on your burning skin. “Anywhere but there.”

Charles reached over and grazed his knuckles over your cheek to feel the heat radiating from them and sighed. Turning sharply, he gave into your request and drove away from your apartment, instead taking you to his new one - the one he had purchased after moving out.

There had been too many nights like this, where he came and saved you from yourself, and every time he said it was the last time. 

Every time it ended the same.

It started with an arm around your waist, steadying you as you climbed the stairs in towering heels. It started with his hand on your nape and his fingers digging into your skin, his cold palm chasing away the heat flashes that came with your high. It started with his voice, deep and melodic as he suggested changing into something more comfortable. 

It would end in his bed. It would end with your nails marking his skin and his teeth marking yours. It would end with sweaty limbs tangled between messy sheets as he replaced your high with another.

His touch wouldn’t be gentle like it had been back when you were in love, and his lips wouldn’t tease your skin with sweet kisses and whispered praises. No, this was weeks of ignoring the bond you still shared and the resentment that came with the inability to move on all coming to an explosive head.

“Is this what you do when I’m away? This dress barely covers your ass,” he growled as he stood behind you in the mirror and drew the zip down your back, letting the material slide down your body to pool on his bedroom floor. His fingers traced the thin strip of lace over your hip before following the design covering your pussy and he pushed it aside to feel how wet your body was for him. “Anyone could have seen what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.” You squirmed as your needy tone betrayed your words and you felt his smirk on your shoulder as those green eyes pierced yours in the reflection. 

He didn’t need to correct you, he needed to own you. 

His teeth bit into your shoulder as he buried two fingers into your cunt and your cry softened to a moan as he licked the mark he left.

“Do I need to remind you again?” he taunted as he curled his fingers inside you to find the spot that left stars dancing around your vision. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open at the order and you remembered why you fell so easily back into this toxic routine. Only he could challenge you and push you the way he did, only he could control you with a few short words. But only you could defy him.

His jaw ticked as you met his eyes and he saw you weren’t ready to back down, the drugs and alcohol in your system feeding your confidence. “Either fuck me or I’ll find someone else.”

Your legs almost buckled as he slapped his palm over your pussy and it was only his arm curled around your waist that kept you upright. “There is no one else for you. It’s just me. Comprendre?”

“You’re never here,” you said as you tipped your head back on his shoulder and looked up at him under your lashes. “And I get so lonely.”

His body disappeared as he stepped back and then you were on your back on his bed with the chandelier glittering above, a laugh bubbling from your lips as he pinned you beneath him. 

“What was that, bella?” He waited impatiently for you to answer, the French leaking into his words as much as the anger in his eyes. 

You rolled your hips against his thigh that kept your legs spread and moaned at the friction his jeans made with your lace panties. “Alessandro looked pretty hot tonight.”

You were playing with fire, but god did you love the burn. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled as his thigh pressed forward and he grabbed your hands, pinning them to the pillows above your head so there was nothing to stop him from biting your ear lobe before promising, “I’m going to fuck you so stupid, you won’t even remember his name.”

Your head tipped back with defiance so you could see the potent mix of anger and desire dancing in his eyes. “Alessandro…”

Charles caught your chin in his hand and licked his lips as he shook his head. “Brat.” The word should have held venom but it was too soft and then he stole the air from your lungs with a demanding kiss before you could overthink it further. In fact, all thoughts were completely erased from you except for the one where you needed to feel more of his skin on you.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second so you could pull his shirt over his head before the harsh press of his lips were back against yours and his tongue forced your mouth to open wider for him. This was how it was with him in control and you taking everything he had to give. He was right, you did belong to him.

“Charles, please, fuck me,” you begged shamelessly as need for him washed away sense of reason.

A huff of irritation puffed from your lips as he stood up but when you saw it was to rid himself of his jeans you grinned in triumph. 

He smirked at the sight and crawled slowly, teasingly up your body with that wicked gleam in his eyes. “You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” In a second you were on your stomach as he flipped you over before pulling your hips up off the bed. “This is what you want, right?”

He gripped the lace panties with two hands and tore them off your body. Your back arched at the sudden rush of cool air to your cunt and he chuckled at your eagerness. 

“Why should I fuck you?” he asked as he fisted his cock and teased your slick entrance before pushing just the tip inside. You could do nothing as he held your hips positioned with his strong hands, your cunt desperately needing the rest of him to be buried deep inside. “Give me one good reason, bella.”

There was no mistaking the bite to his words now, the anger lacing each syllable as his fingers left their imprints on your skin. You knew what he wanted to hear, those magic words that would make him snap his hips forward with a possessive growl. 

“Because I’m yours,” you whispered to the sheets before you buried your face in them with a cry as he gave you all that you asked for and more. 

Your fingers searched blindly for anything to hold before he released your hips and laced his fingers over yours. “Mine,” he breathed down your neck as his body pressed you deeper into the soft sheets and the tension left your body as you felt safe under the weight. 

Your head was dizzy from the bacchanal night and you could hardly draw enough air into your lungs as a fine tremor began to spread across your body. The deep groan in your ear had your core clenching and when he licked the tender skin where he had bit you it was enough to tip you over the edge and into the spiralling blissfulness of release. 

“Yours,” you panted through the waves of pleasure that reached a new height when he marked you once more.

You could have left your body and floated right out of the room with the high you felt. But it all came crashing down when he pulled out and the warmth of his seed hit your lower back instead of filling you.

Charles released a shuddering breath as he sat back on his heels and smirked at the mess he made, the anger that usually faded after he came still lingered in his eyes. “Now you look like a whore.”

“Fuck you, Charles.” You rolled over and enjoyed the annoyed grimace on his face as you wiped his come on his sheets before getting up and swiping your dress from the floor.

“Where are you going? It’s 3am.”

“Anywhere you aren’t,” you muttered as you found what shreds remained of your panties and dropped the useless pieces of material back to the ground.

“Just come back to bed, I’ll take you home in the morning.”

You slipped your feet into your heels and grabbed your belongings as you made your way through his apartment. “No, this was a mistake. It’s always a fucking mistake, but this is the last time.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he called out from the bathroom as he turned on the shower. “Stop being dramatic and let me clean you up.”

You heard the sounds of the water change and knew Charles had stepped under the rainfall shower head. You could already picture him combing his hair back with his fingers as he lathered up the personalised shampoo that was made just for him, the water running over his chest, and knew if you stepped foot in that bathroom there was only one way it ended.

“One last time,” you muttered under your breath as you kicked your heels off and placed your clutch with his car keys on the table next to the door. You slipped your dress off at the door to the bathroom and saw Charles’ silhouette opaque behind the steamed glass wall. “One last time,” you silently promised yourself before stepping in.

But it was another lie.

Click here for part two.

[shadebloopnik]

This is gonna sound SOOO off or smthn but

Was the Perfect Family Harmony planned to be a weapon against the Bergens?

Long post ahead bc brain is rotting

Ok so as we know, the Perfect Family Harmony is smthn that's so powerful that its capable of shattering diamonds. Not just that but its one of the only thing capable of doing so(according to Floyd it was the only thing but giving the benefit of the doubt)

So we know its strong, and we saw it blasting off Velvet and Veneer off their platforms when they performed it, and they weren't even the targets, they were blasted away by just the shockwave that came with using it.

"Its that powerful."

Ok, so its definitely powerful enough to be used as a weapon right? Yeah it was relatively safe enough to use in front of a crowd, else they wouldn't have tried to do it during a concert, but that could just be when those harmonizing aren't targeting anything.

If it could shatter diamonds, how easily could it break cages? What would it do if it was used to target a Bergen? A whole Kingdom of Bergens?

Lets also go back to that concert, to that time John was obsessed with them getting it right. They were in the Troll tree, in Bergentown, a place where any of them could die during Trollstice. The Bergens were a huge threat, something that trolls, at their size, couldn't fight back against normally so they had to run instead right?

But what if they COULD fight back? What if they had a weapon so powerful that it might finally be able to free them? To defeat the monsters that tortured their kind for centuries?

What if John Dory found a way to help make sure nothing would threaten his brothers' safety ever again?

Like, it'd make John Dory's obsession make SOOO MUCH MORE SENSE

Like yea he clearly has OCD and anxiety and some bossiness and that definitely added to it all, but imagine if it was more than that?

Look at him during that performance. He was in deep. He had a wild look in his eyes, a sort of deranged obsession to have everything be perfect no matter what. It wasn't healthy, it was scary, maybe even downright terrifying for his brothers who had to be subjected to it.

But you know what else he looked like?

Terrified

Man was scared out of his mind. His anxiety and stress levels were through the roof. He probably was one wrong tune away from hyperventilating.

What if it was bc it was so much more than the fans? What if he put the salvation of the entire troll-kind on his shoulders?

One wrong step meant they were nothing.

One wrong step meant disappointing the fans.

One wrong step meant letting down the kingdom.

One wrong step meant another troll getting eaten.

Thats why when they failed, John blew up. He took all of that self-hatred of failing to use that weapon to defeat the bergens and poured it all onto his brothers.

"I know we can reach the Perfect Family Harmony."

"What if we don't want to."

John Dory, blind to how and WHY his brothers didn't want to follow his lead, felt betrayed.

To him, all he's ever done was to ensure their safety, everything was for the greater good. He'd done everything he could, his goals slowly twisting him into a crazed obsession. To hear his brothers say they didn't want to help anymore might've struck a cord too much. If you'd noticed he actually looked really sad and hurt when they started bringing up how much they hated being in the band, but it slowly twisted to anger instead. Kind of in a like, "I tried doing everything for these shts and THIS is how they repay me???" way. He was so stressed and stuck in his own head with his failures that he just couldn't see what his brothers were trying to say.

So in a fit of impulsive rage, he left. To him it probably was like that rlly childish way of saying "Yea im leaving, good luck dealing with the Bergens while im goneee." You know? Like how kids runaway from home when they get angry or upset over every little thing but come back when they realize how stupid that was?

"Im not allowed to change."

And he DID come back. Who knows how long, but he did. Imagine how he must've felt seeing their empty pod in an empty tree, with the knowledge that he could've done something about it. The Perfect Family Harmony could've saved them. They could've used it to break the cage, to fight the Bergens. Hell, it could've been powerful enough to wipe out all the Bergens if they do so wished.

"Im the oldest, I have to be the leader."

He and his brothers were the only ones who'd ever gotten close to getting it right.

"Why do you think I moved into the middle of nowhere? So I didn't have to be in charge of anyone."

The village was counting on them. Counting on him. He let them down. He failed.

"Freeing the village Four little brothers is a lot of responsibility."

They could've gotten it. If only John did it right. If only John did it differently.

If only John Dory was Perfect

[yoonzinuhh]

Shy gf trying to dom cheol for the first time PLEASE

when it comes to love making or just rough sex its always seungcheol that gives. as much as you want to be the one who’s giving cheol makes sure to switch it up in the end.

but today you wanted to dom him,atleast once.

“is that what you want baby ? i’m going to flip you out and fuck you dumb either ways” he chuckled with a smirk and you really want to slap it out of his face. and you will make sure that won’t happen,under any circumstances.

propping yourself between his thighs you gently slid away his trousers with his bulge clearly visible. slowly removing his boxers you take the base of his on your hands slowly stroking it. looking at your boyfriend,head leaning onto the couch,lips slightly parted and his eyes making contact with yours filled with lust.

maintaining eye contact you pump his cock for a bit and lick the tip in a painfully slow speed. he groans at your actions signalling you to go faster.

pushing your mouth onto him you take his whole cock into your mouth and a small moan escapes from him as you choke on him. bobbing your head for a while you feel cheol lift his hip and release soft gasps and few “y/n”s. knowing him getting closer you remove yourself from him and chuckle at his wide eye and a look of defeat.

“y/n..bab-“

“shh” you kiss him while caging his thighs with your legs on each side,making out. taking his cock on your hand again you slowly rub them on your clit making soft moans from both sides.

pulling away you use your fingers to stretch yourself a bit by teasing your hole.

“let me help you baby” cheol brings his hand closer to your core to finger you out but you hold his wrists shaking a no. as much as you want his fingers to abuse the fuck out of your hole you need to keep your words. grabbing onto your pantie from the side you carefully tie his hands.

“no touching cheol” oh god. the desperate look in his eyes and you’re sure you’re about to be put in your place later but you don’t care right now.

pushing two fingers in and out while maintaining eye contact you feel cheol panting,you know he wants to touch you,so bad.

“c-cheol..im..im close” you moan putting your head in the crook of his neck.

“fuck y/n..y-you’re so hot..”

giving yourself some time you get slightly up and push yourself onto his cock very slowly and you both moan. all you needed was few minutes and you know you both are out.

“babe let me touch you..please” and you don’t even answer. your eyes are shut close and you feel so warm and good. your wetness sticking onto his thigh making weird noises as you touch yourself. and it was too much for cheol.

bouncing on him in a slow yet steady pace you feel yourself tired out but you just don’t wanna give up.

“babe..im close”

“m-me too cheol” you whimper.

you both reach your high making the loudest sounds both of your eyes watered. panting you lean onto his chest hugging his neck while placing small kisses while freeing his hands.

“i love you..” he whispers onto your hair.

“but don’t think it would let you forget who’s actually in charge” he smiled slowly snaking his hands down.

you know he’s about to make sure you never forget.

reader’s talk : why the hell are cheol stans horny all the time (i get it)

[harcove]

hi 🥺 i hope you’re doing all right — i’m sending so so much love 🫶🏼 i don’t want to bother you with a request so please feel free to just read this and move on if you need to ! i was just doing my hair, and as a curly girl i imagined begging Billy to let me do my post-shower styling routine on his luscious hair. he’s probably protective over his hair but i think it would be so cute !! like , him sitting on the edge of his bed, a little (a lot) stiff, with hair strands in his eyes as his s/o fusses over his wet hair, scrunching product and twirling clumps into ringlets 🥹🫶🏼 and he hates to admit that he loved being taken care of and despite his grumbling, he liked how his hair turned out 🥹

A/N: me, a year after taking a hiatus from writing, answering all my year old requests: "heyyy guysss...."

Fr I'm sorry y'all I stopped writing, and left all your beautiful requests in my inbox cause I didn't wanna delete them cause I love them and always wanted to do them someday... Even if it's LATE BY A YEAR IM SO SORRY... I hope this kinda makes up for it 🥺

Pairing: Billy x reader

Length: 3.4k

Warnings: Nopepepepe, but I will say OOC Billy just so no one tries to tell me I write him OOC even though this is how I characterize him lmao

Nah, I trust you - B.H.

Billy's back was stiff as a board.

He couldn't help it; it was his natural reaction to the situation. Facing his back towards people. It was hard. But you had begged- pleaded. Please let me do your hair, please! And no matter how many times he said no or brushed you off, you wouldn't let up. You were absolutely relentless.

To Billy, his hair was a key part of him. It was one of the few things he had complete control of in his life; something that was completely his and something he had the free will to do with it as he pleased (even if it meant his father would make a nasty comment or two about it) and it was something he took pride in.

Yes- he had let you touch his hair before. But that was after a long day, when he knew he wouldn't be going out again and was winding down in bed.

Not after a shower. He usually did that himself because he was the only one who knew how to do his hair the way he wanted. Or at least, he believed he was the only one who could do it right.

It may have sounded stupid; people might say it's just hair and its not that big of a deal. But to him it was a big deal. It was an integral part of him that even his father couldn't take away, even if he had something to say about it.

He supposed, maybe, if there was anyone who he might trust enough to do his hair after he showered, it might be you.

Your hair was beautiful. Thick curls that you tended to and he had seen you tend to before. Times where he'd been in your room, reading some random book he found on your bookshelf while he waited for you to finish showering- you walking out with wet hair and sitting at the vanity to put things in it- to make sure you took care of it.

So, if there was anyone he might trust for this, it was you.

In fact, it was always you. For every thing that Billy found himself alone in, found himself with no one he could trust, there was always you. He trusted you.

"Trust me, you're in good hands."

You note his stiff shoulders as you sat behind him on his bed whilst he sat on the floor. Billy was caged; in the beginning of your relationship he was especially so in all situations. Some days were still harder for him but he was much better than before.

It took a lot of patience and thinking past his personality at times, but it was worth the effort. He was worth it.

It was just too bad that so many people in his life didn't think so.

"I'll stop driving you to school if I'm fucking not," his voice is low, and much of his words came out as a grumble from his chest.

Gently, you place your hands on his shoulders and lean forward, bracing yourself on him so you don't fall from the bed. For a second his shoulders tense a bit more but when he realizes what you're doing they start to relax.

"Trust me," you kiss the side of his face gently- your lips brushing against the spot beside his ear, his wet hair tickling your own face.

Before you can pull back to work on his hair, his hand grasps your arm and he drags you back with enough force you think for a minute you're going to fall over his shoulders onto the floor, but thankfully you manage to use your other hand to grab onto his shoulder again.

He's pressing his lips to yours. It's rough and it's almost as if he's kissing you for the first time after years of not seeing you. Billy Hargrove is a great kisser. It's passionate at times and gentle at others. Oftentimes he's stronger than he realizes, but he's never hurt you.

You feel him bite your lip, and you squeeze his shoulder hard, pulling back.

"You're trying to distract me," you breathe out, trying to catch your breathe.

There's a heat deep in your lower body, in your stomach, and your face feels a tad warm. He knows what he's doing, he always does. But you won't let him get away with trying to distract you- besides, making him wait grants a better reward, for you and him both.

"I don't need to try babe," his eyes have a glint in them and you push his back as you sit up straighter.

"Okay Prince Charming," you role your eyes and bring your hands to his head, feeling the curls in his hair.

Billy's got a mullet; a ever popular hairstyle at the moment, but his looks better than others you've seen. He's also got a natural wave and some curl to his hair. He uses a curling iron on it too sometimes to really accentuate the curls.

He could always try to get a perm, but it was something in the back of his mind. He was fine right now doing what he was used to. Besides- who knew better about how much curl or wave he wanted than himself?

Pouring a bit of leave in conditioner into the palm of your hand, you slap them together to coat both of your hands before running them through his hair again. Your fingers tangle into his locks and you can already see the natural curl and wave in his hair. It's thicker at the root and thins out a bit at the ends.

With it damp like it was, it looked brown rather than the dirty blonde/brown you're used to seeing. His hair is beautiful, and you're unafraid to let him know so.

"Your hair is so beautiful Billy," you say with a smile that can be heard in your voice   "Beautiful just like you are."

Billy's not used to being called beautiful. It's not a word people commonly use on him. Hot, yes, sexy, of course. Beautiful, no.

Yet you always seem so keen on using the word on him. At first, he'd always push back and claim that a word like that was meant for the likes of you, not him. Just call him sexy like everyone else did.

But you were insistent. You always were. And you'd brush him off and do it anyways. And soon, the word began to have a different meaning to him. A word that he associated with you. He wasn't sure if he thought himself beautiful but he knew you were and to you he was.

It always managed to make him feel something in his chest, that was for sure.

"Jesus, can't you call me hot, or some shit?" Billy bites out, but there's no malice in his words. More so, he sounds akin to a petulant child in that moment.

You suppose he's never had a chance to really be a child in his whole life. Never been taken care of, or babied.

So of course you'd do it for him now.

"You are hot," you make a sizzling noise with your mouth as you pull your hands from his hair, "but you're also beautiful."

"Glad you know."

It quiets down from there, a gentle lull in conversation is peaceful and welcome. Sometimes, Billy can be so loud (and as he likes to tell you, you can be especially loud when you're alone with him) and he can play loud music and get angry. But he likes the silence sometimes- only with you- because when he's alone, it's the music that blocks out his darker thoughts and his father's words.

But with you, the silence is safe.

Your hands pick up the heat protector Billy has on his bedside table and you spritz it a few times in the air to see that it's working, making Billy grab it.

"That shits expensive," he says before he starts spraying it into his hair himself.

"Alright, alright, I'll buy you a new one for your birthday- stop, I'm supposed to be doing this!"

With a quickness you grab the bottle back from his hands and spray his hair once more at the back before putting the bottle back on the table.

You're the only one he let's do these things.

Once that's done you run your hands through his hair again, half because you want to feel his hair again and have to make sure the product is everywhere.

You can feel it; the way his body relaxes just a smidge as you place your hands into his hair, playing with his locks and massaging his scalp. Compared to when you started, his body has loosened, his back is not as stiff- he's actually somewhat slouched, and his shoulders are too.

Moving to crawl across his bed, you grab the hair dryer and curler to really get to work on his locks. As you plug the former in, Billy looks at you, just drinking you in in those simple and quiet moments.

He's fucking whipped for you, and at one point in his life, that terrified him. It still did sometimes. But only because he'd never felt that way before. And he didn't want to ruin you.

Soon his hair is dry and your moving onto the curler.

His natural hair is already wavy as it is, and he's got some natural curls- especially on the nap of his neck he has what you called baby curls. You pull on them lightly, tug them, and you're doing it on purpose because soon Billy's large hand is grasping yours from behind and you're giggling.

"You're like a fucking child," he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt you, but he's always been more heavy handed than most, "You're not touching my goddamn hair again if you don't stop."

"Your baby curls are so cute," you smile- removing your hand from his grip and placing both of your hands on either side of his head, tilting it back to look up at you.

He's always had the most beautiful eyes. Blue, clear, piercing.

Beautiful.

You gingerly place your lips against his as you lean forward. But he kisses back less gently, more needy, and his hands are soon finding their way backwards to hold the side of your own head. The position is odd, but the passion is familiar.

But this time it's not you that pulls away, it's him. And you can't help but pout as he does so- his tongue jutting out to lick his lips before a Cheshire like smirk shows itself, beautiful white teeth making their appearance like a vampire.

"Well? We don't have all night," he's so snarky when he speaks, knowing what he's doing to you- in a battle of wit and playfulness, Billy is the master. He is always one step ahead of you. You can never win. He throws your actions back in your face- the ball in your side of the court but he's the one holding it.

You let out a hmph as you take the heated curler and begin the task of curling, ignoring the heat that pools in the depths of your stomach and the way you can still feel his lips on yours. And he sits there, shoulders hunched slightly; a tiny thing that you notice with a soft smile and a bittersweet happiness. For so long when you had first met him, he was always tense; even alone, he always seemed like he was wound tight. At first it was confusing, worrying, and your worrying was warranted when you found out about his father. Neil Hargrove was at the bottom of the bucket, not worth any of your time or energy. Only ever worth the energy if you were trying to protect Billy.

He tells you to leave it alone. But you would never sit there and let him get shoved around in front of you. Something his mom should've been there to stop, you were trying to stop instead.

But now, he relaxes his shoulders, slumps his body lazily, when you're with him alone he is all mush. Usually. Right now, you were both aware that Neil and his wife, Max's mother, were away for a weekend trip together or something like that, so he could be this way in his own home.

It breaks your heart to think about how every other time he was home, and Neil was too, he was wound tight; always on edge, always waiting. Wondered how he could sleep at night. (That was probably why he liked to take naps at your house whenever he was there.)

If you could, you would keep him with you at your house. Your parents didn't mind his presence and were privy to the knowledge about his father. It was inevitable they found out that his relationship with his father was less than stellar. The extent of their knowledge wasn't that deep however- because if they knew, they'd call the police.

You weren't opposed to that. But Billy was. Vehemently so. Claimed that if the police were involved, it would only get worse- not just on him, but on everyone involved (this was code word for Max, you knew it). Also told you that police had been called before, when he was younger, by a neighbour who had suspicions. But his father was a good actor. And the police didn't dig hard enough, try hard enough.

You tell him all the time when it comes up that Hopper is different than the police in California at least. Hopper is a good man, a man with morals, and a man you trusted and one who would take this seriously. And it is not just you talking out of your ass, trying to convince him- no, you know Hopper would take it seriously.

But it always falls on deaf ears. And you can't force him to do something he doesn't want. You've tried. So you relent. For now. Things are more calm than they've ever been with Billy and his father. It could be related to the time he spends at your home, not around enough for his father to start too much. It's not good. But he's not bruised up. So for now, you relent.

You do not want to make things worse.

"You should sleep over next week," you casually suggest as your hands move to curl another section of his hair, running your fingers through already finished curls to make them look more natural.

"I slept over last week," Billy says, one of his  legs stretching out in front of him as his body further leans back, "Can't get enough of me?"

You wonder if he's aware of the reason you always ask him to sleep over at your home. Well, part of the reason. You enjoy his company, you enjoy falling asleep beside him, flush against his body because your bed is meant for one person, not two, and God forbid he stays on the ground to sleep or sleeps in the living room on the couch away from you. You enjoy waking up to see his beautiful golden touched skin from his time soaking up any of Hawkins sun, and you enjoy watching his face- calm and at ease, as he sleeps. Not worried, or on guard. Just calm.

The other half of your reasoning is to keep him away from his father when you can.

If hes aware of the secondary reasoning, he  hasn't said anything. Or made indication of it. But you're positive he must know or have an idea, because Billy Hargrove is perceptive and he is smart, something people don't tend to realize. More the fools they are.

"I'd just die without you," you playfully respond, (though you aren't sure how playful it is when you think about losing him- it horrifies you and you don't know what you'd do) as you turn the curling iron off, setting it aside to cool down before it can be put away. You run your fingers through his hair again, lightly pulling curls and brushing through them so they're not so perfect and the blend. So they look natural.

It isn't hard. Billy's hair is amazing. And you're not so bad at doing hair yourself, you remind yourself with a smug grin. Your hair was tended to nicely and you took pride in the curls and coils.

"I know," he scoffs, letting your fingers massage his scalp, "I'll think about it."

You smile softly. As much as you try to keep him at your place, you could never force him to do it. It was up to him when he would accept the offers or show up randomly for a night or two. He was independent. And you knew that was a part of him that he cherished and held onto tightly; the independence to choose to come over, the independence to own something like his camaro. His father took a lot from him, made him feel small- you would never take away his freedom to choose, never make him feel small. Never make him feel like you wanted to force him to do anything.

"All finished... My mom is making those cookies you like by the way," you tease, tugging on his hair, "the ones with those tiny peanut butter-"

"Cups in the middle," he finishes sharply, suddenly pulling himself away from your soft fingers in his hair. He flips himself to face you in a quick motion, a devilish look on his face as he surprises you with his sudden movement- pushing you down against his bed- his body pressed against yours as his face is so close you can feel his warm breathe fan across your lips, "trying to bribe me is a shit tactic. Won't work."

You roll your eyes, but you know he loves your mothers cooking. But you really aren't bribing him. Just a little, jokingly- he knows this too. He knows you.

"I know," you wiggle beneath him, trying to make yourself more comfortable. He rests his entire weight onto you, and it feels like you're covered in a weighted blanket, "she always leaves some aside for you anyways. Sometimes I think she likes you more than me."

Your mom adores Billy. Tries to baby him when she can. And at first that made you nervous; afraid of how he might react to it. He was wary at first but he took it well. He was charming, and good at making people like him. And you thought perhaps he secretly liked having someone try to mother him. Maybe it made him feel safe. Or happy.

"Of course she does, I mean, look at me."

It sounds so funny coming from him. He's referring to his good looks- and how Nancy Wheelers mom had tried to hit on him before.

"Don't be gross," you push down against his shoulders, not doing much to change your position or deter him. If anything it makes him worse.

But this time he relents, if only to get a look at his hair. When he looks in his mirror, you wait with bated breathe, still laying on his bed from where he'd been on top of you and pushed you there- but

His lips catch yours, hungry. He forces his tongue into your mouth, though it doesn't take him. It never does. He's intense and he isn't letting up; his hands move to dig into your hips, pushing your body deeper into his bed.

Billy's body stops resting on top of yours so heavily as he moves, placing one of his knees between your legs, and heading straight for your neck.

He always knows what to do. How to make you feel good in any situation. He's not even giving you a chance go breathe. You squeeze his biceps with your hands suddenly, letting him know you need him to stop for a moment. His baby blues look into your eyes with mild annoyance.

"Don't you want to look at your hair?" You manage to say as you catch your breath, "see if I... Messed it up?"

He looks at you in silence for a few moments, his face deadpan; too void of emotions for you to pinpoint what he's thinking. His eyes search your face and flicker from them to your own curly, thick hair  and his tongue darts out from between his lips unconsciously to wet them. He breathes through his nose.

"Nah," he brings himself close to your face again, a small tilt in the corner of his mouth, "I trust you."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Great to see you again! Im so happy to see you posting again.

I was wondering if we can get a reader helping one of odens ravens who was injured during a mission in the human world.

The white one wpuld be seen more as rare so many greedy humans try to claim that they own the raven (I can remember its name) but reader is good with reading animals and is quick to protect the poor bird until it is either healed enough to find his owner or until oden is able locate him.

Would that be okay thank you and have a good day/night!

-When Muninn would up missing from Valhalla, nowhere to be found, his brother, Huginn, sounded the alarm to Odin, worried for him.

-Odin, while he never let it show, was worried, as the pair of birds had been with him since the beginning, they were a part of him and he did care about them.

-He rallied the Valkyries to assist him around Valhalla, so they could also ask around in the different pantheons if anyone had seen the white raven.

-Huginn was very confused, as this was very unlike Muninn, as usually if they had a fight, he would be back in a few hours, calling his brother an idiot, before they made up and returned to Odin’s shoulders, where they belonged.

-It was the youngest Valkyrie who brought news, running into Odin’s office, bowing deeply in greeting, “It seems that Muninn somehow went down to earth!”

-Odin rose, towering over Goll who internally screeched in fear, freezing but then was stunned when Odin put his hand on her head, giving her an affectionate pat before leaving.

-When he arrived down on earth, he was surprised to find himself in a woodland area, large towering trees all around, and as he found himself by a large cliff after a bit of walking, he could see a massive city stretching out before him.

-Odin knew that his companion wasn’t in the city, so he didn’t bother, turning to return to the forest, Huginn listening closely for his brother.

-It was your voice that they heard first, speaking gently, “It’s all right now- you’re safe.” Odin kept his presence hidden, finding you tending to an injured Muninn on a tree stump, wrapping up one of his foots.

-Odin glared darkly, wanting to know what happened to his friend before Huginn flew over, “Brother!!” you couldn’t understand it, as you were mortal and still alive, so all you heard was a cry of a raven.

-Huginn landed next to him and you leaned back, “Oh- is this your friend?” you didn’t seem bothered, returning to your task in tending to the pure white raven you had just rescued.

-Muninn told both his brother and Odin that he came down for a flight through the trees, something he did from time to time to clear his head, when poachers spotted him, a pure white raven and threw a net on him, causing him to crash. He had been thrown into a cage as they were planning on selling him, then you broke him out while they were all eating and drinking, sneaking into their camp, and set not only him, but a bear free as well to do as it wished.

-You tied off the bandage with a little bow, leaning back with a smile, “There- all done!” Odin asked him, with you not hearing him, “So this human rescued you and tended to your injury?”

-Muninn tried to act tough, “It was just a minor wound, no means for fuss, but this human seemed adamant on helping me, so I guess it can’t be helped.”

-Odin could only stare down at you, seeing you smiling at the pair of birds, stroking their chests gently, thinking they were adorable. It was rare to find a human with such a kind soul, willing to risk their own safety to save the life of a simple, in their eyes, raven.

-Odin waved his hand over you, a shower of magic falling down upon you, protection magic to keep you safe, because someone like you should always be protected.

-He was curious if you were going to come to Valhalla when your time came, if you did, he would seek you out and thank you properly.

-The two ravens took to the skies, flying off and out of sight which made you smile before you continued on, pulling your backpack back on, continuing your search for Bigfoot!

[ineffable-cats]

GO spoilers

Oh my god. Okay ill try to say this as clearly and understandably as possible: When i first watched good omens, i believed that aziraphale just preferred heaven and even though he really did want to stay with crowley his love for heaven was too strong after reading the book and rewatching both seasons, i realise my thought is entirely false. Almost entirely. In reality, the metatron is really the reason he went to heaven. Before THE SCENE when the metatron goes to talk with aziraphale in private he gives crowley a dirty look. Thats clue number one. During THE SCENE with the metatron flashbacks to the conversation he genuinely does not support at all the idea of crowley and aziraphale being together as angel and demon. Hence why he suggests that crowley can become an angel again, even if hes not entirely okay with the idea he knows how much the two ineffably love eachother but he just cant let the oppertunity of this angel slipping away from his grasp to a demon (who keep in mind is barely even a demon really). Aziraphale (during THE SCENE) is happy he has a choice to be with crowley. He wants to continue being an angel and can be with crowley if he turns into one too. But whats interesting here is that during the flashbacks during THE SCENE of aziraphale and the metatrons conversation we can see that aziraphale DOES NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO HEAVEN he says it himself he wants to stay on earth with crowley. During that entire conversation between the two aziraphale is not happy with going back to heaven. He wants to stay on his own side with crowley but the metatron practically gave him no choice. Aziraphale still prefers being good even if not entirely an angel (i suppose i could say) so the idea of becoming the new supreme archangel does peak his curiosity. Still being on the side of GOOD is something aziraphale wants, he doesn't want to be in trouble with heaven (NOR HELL KEEP IN MIND). But then during THE SCENE aziraphale is HAPPY to be promoted. Unlike during the flashbacks where hes unsure and prefers staying on earth now hes put on this happy persona because the only. thing. he. can. do. is turn crowley into an angel and go back to heaven. Its literally his ONLY choice the metatron gave him because if he doesn't listen then its likely something bad would happen. Heaven already doesn't like him so being supreme archangel would FORCE heaven to like him. He wouldnt be in trouble. He'd be free from heavens cages upon him but he cant be with crowley. So basically this is entirely the metatrons fault as far as i understand things and im open to talking about this with anyone who sees it differently.

[ratedfleur]

first onepact req, idk why but im kinda nervous 😭

jongwoo who loves it when you wear skimpy tops or mini skirts outside, only to fuck you as soon as he can, whether it be making you suck him off in a public restroom or fingering you underneath the table at dinner right in front of the other members. Hes so mean about it too :( degrading you as hes ruthlessly fucking ur mouth or shoving two fingers in you, calling you a slut, his pretty little slut at that. i NEED to hear your thoughts. - 🫐 (if its not taken lmaooo)

HHHHHH skirt lover!jongwoo 🤤

you are honestly so right about jongwoo being thirsty over you wearing a skirt because he is just immediately drooling once he sees you wearing the tiniest of skirts you own.

this just makes me think about him touching you on a crowded train.. like you would both be standing in the farthest corner, letting people crowd around you both. you’d be in the corner while jongwoo would stand in front of you, quite literally caging you in.

his hands would be all over the place, first it would be innocently holding your hand before he reaches in behind you, cupping your ass which makes you gasp as your eyes widen at him.

jongwoo looks right at you like he isn’t doing anything, he continues to grope your ass before he lets his free hand do the same, now the tips of his fingers were placed right in the crook of your ass, poking at your skimpy panties that you shouldn’t have worn if the skirt was as tiny as underwear.

you whimpered, hands reaching to hold onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he continued to molest your ass.

“this is what you wanted, hmm? for me to touch you like a pervert?” jongwoo purred in your ear, making you whimper once more when he took his hands off of you.

he takes just a few tiny steps back before turning you around, now you had your back against him as he came closer to you, flipping your excuse of a skirt up before grinding against you.

“cum and i’ll fuck you once we’re out of here.” jongwoo muttered into your ear as he held your hips against his, pulling you close to him as he kept grinding against you, rock hard dick placed right in between your clothed cheeks.

you nodded, pushing your hips back at him as you grinded yourself against jongwoo, pussy growing even wetter by the minute as a rush of people came out of the train once it halted before another rush of people came in, filling the train up once more.

your lip was going to burst as you kept on biting it as you tried to compress your whimpers and moans, your chest was heaving with pants by then, your eyes were brimming with tears as jongwoo whispered degrading words into your ear.

you shut your eyes closed as you simply let jongwoo use you like you were some sex toy, your hands shook as you held desperately on your skirt, knees shaking underneath you as jongwoo pushed your cheek further onto the wall, now pressed against the train’s walls because of crowded it was getting.

jongwoo smirked when he felt you shaking against him, “just cum already, slut. i know you want to, could feel you shaking like a leaf.” he chuckles, grinding harder against you.

whimpering as a response, you do cum, releasing buckets of slick into your soiled panties which makes jongwoo take a breath of relief when he could do the same, cumming in his boxers when he felt your behind pool with wetness.

he quickly puts your skirt down, holding onto your hand as he slowly helped you out of the train once it was the last stop on the line.

jongwoo immediately makes a bee line towards the restroom, indeed fucking you like he mentioned earlier if you came on the train, letting people hear your loud moans from outside.

[annymation]

Now that I'm animating the stars' reactions to Asha choosing Aster, I was wondering, How would Aster have reacted if Asha chose another star? I know that the most likely thing is that he will be sad, but I started to think that he would communicate all the time with the other star that Asha chose so that he is aware of everything that happens or that he would get angry with the star because it happened something bad to Asha, I don't know, ideas that come to me out of nowhere in the middle of the night lmao

Okay buckle up because this one will be a crazy ride:

You know this is a very interesting question but is also really hard for me to say because I’d have to imagine how another star would even go about granting Asha’s wish.

Because keep in mind that I took inspiration on how wishing stars work based on the Blue Fairy. The blue fairy didn’t accompany Pinocchio the whole way through, she just gave him some little interventions, so like, if Aster was in the Blue Fairy’s place he’d stay with Pinocchio the whole way through, because that’s his style, but it’s not how wishing stars usually do things, they only give small interventions and some advice.

… But in Asha’s case I can’t imagine a star doing that and not coming off as an huge jerk, because she needed A LOT of help, not only to save her people but also to protect herself from Magnifico granting her cursed wish.

But let’s say that Asha wished upon a star that followed all the rules:

All that star did at first was go down, introduce themselves to her, give her some magical intervention like boosting her confidence so she’s braver to spread the word of who Magnifico really is, so maybe she can start a silent rebellion, and also makes so she doesn’t need to sleep so she herself can stop the cursed wish from getting to her…

So this star does all that with their magic, very quickly, says goodbye to Asha and wishes her luck? then goes back to the sky to chill… And Aster pops up next to them like

Aster:…….. What the heck was that?!

Star: What? I gave her some advice and now I’m watching how it’ll play out.

Aster: UMM! She had a TERRIBLE day and you just took away her ability to SLEEP! Do you have any idea how important sleep is for humans??

Star: …. Do you?

Aster: NO I DONT BUT I IMAGINE ITS VERY IMPORTANT! THEY DO IT A LOT!

Star: *sigh* well you’re young, you don’t know anything. I’m just doing my job. So how about you mind your business and we watch how this play out, okay?

And it all plays out… The next day Asha gets trapped in the dungeon after she’s found out trying to start a rebellion

Aster (looking at the star very angrily):……. Go. Down. There. Now. Or I’ll turn you into a black hole (a dead star)

Star: OKAY OKAY IM GOING JEEZ!

The star gets there and frees Asha just like how the blue fairy freed Pinocchio from a cage.

Asha: What took you so long??? Nothing went according to your plan!

Star: Listen child, this is new even for me. I’m not used to dealing with evil kings.

Magnifico: Yeah, I can tell.

The king says from the shadows behind them. He only trapped Asha in the dungeon as bait, so he could capture the star.

Star:….. Well %#€&$

Aster (all the way up in the sky): AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

And the star gets captured and Magnifico steals its power.

The end.

Moral of the story? Sometimes going against tradition and doing things your own way is THE BEST way. So even though the stars keep complaining that Aster isn’t following their rules of “not getting attached” and “only giving advice then leaving the human to do it by themselves”, his way is literally THE ONLY WAY that Magnifico could ever be defeated. What seemed like bad luck was a actually a blessing.

[yanderu-deredere]

Hello!! Ive been slowly working my way through your ocs and can i just say!!! They are soooo tasty, your brain is very big, also linking the profiles is soo nice im terrible with remembering stuff so its a nice refresher

Anyway i was just wondering how do you think Ayaka would be with a childhood friend darling 🤔

a/n: SORRY ANON BUT YOU'VE HIT THE JACKPOT this is literally my SPECIAL INTEREST i absolutely DIE AND LOVE THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE

ayaka yamato ★ profile

being childhood friends with ayaka means getting to know the social media super star before she became popular girl material

before, her hair was pitch black and she also had a lot of acne. like now, she wore thick rimmed glasses but they were always plain black. she also wore a lot of formal clothes, chosen by her nanny. stuff like button ups, long pleated skirts, etc

as a kid, ayaka was basically caged so, to be her childhood friend, your parents had to have been really good friends with her parents

ayaka's parents often scheduled play dates with their good friends' children as a way to gain more social power among the rich

unfortunately, that's really the only way you could've met her before she began her rebellious phase

like frfr ayaka was basically isolated as a child. i cannot stress this enough lol

her little brother was doted on by her mom and her older brother was coddled by her father (since he's the heir) so, often times, she was left to her own devices

she, of course, had nannies and tutors but none of them really truly treated her like the child she actually was

to everyone she met, she was a yamato. and that was the only thing that mattered about her

this made her very hungry for affection and she took whatever she could get

and if you gave her any sort of affection? when she's starving? she'd eat that shit up and praise the ground you walk on LOL

though caveat to that is that you'd have to be in the same boat as her LOL becos she's always been easily jealous, especially back then, and if you were more free than she was, she'd resent you too much to get attached to you

she'd definitely use you as her guinea pig when she starts experimenting with fashion and make up too lmao

when she does go thru her transformation from goody good daughter to how she really wants to live her life, she brings you with her

but she won't let you become a socialite like her. no, you're only allowed to be with her, to be close to her, to be her friend

anytime you start slipping from her grasp, she starts isolating you until the only person you feel comfortable clinging to and depending on is her

"Do you think there's more to life than this?"

You looked up from your homework to see Ayaka staring intently at you, her head resting in her arms. She was pushing around one of the fruit peels that she'd left on the desk but it was obvious from her expression that she'd been serious about her words.

You considered her words for a second before cocking your head a little to the side "What do you mean?"

"I don't know... more to studying. More to being the kid of a CEO. More to all of this." She just huffed in reply before leaning back and crossing her arms "Feels unfair that we live like this."

I don't want you to live like this. She wanted to say but the words just stayed lodged in her throat.

Unfortunately, she didn't inherit a lot from her parents but she did inherit their inability to express affection. The sweetness, the love, always felt awkward and tough on her tongue.

She wanted so desperately to tell you about her feelings, to let you in and let you know, but all she could do was peel you clementines and sit by your side, hoping and praying that you'd notice her.

Certainly, if not her, you found yourself thinking about her words. You'd never really thought about that before. You were always following your parents' rules that it felt blasphemous to consider going beyond them, to see what it was like beyond the rules and the gilded cage.

Because you were aware. You knew the life they had you live--the life Ayaka's parents had her live--was one of imprisonment, doomed to never do what you wanted to do.

But you'd lived the life for so long that imagining what life would be like any other way left you drawing a blank.

"Let's start living life our own way." Ayaka suddenly uncrossed her arms and took your hands into hers, that eager grin on her face infectious "You and me. Nobody cares about me like you do, anyway."

"And nobody cares about you like I do, right?" There was something dark to her tone right then, like there was more to her words. But she looked so mesmerizing, so sweet, that you found yourself nodding.

Ayaka only beamed even brighter "We'll decide how we want to become, not our parents."

[ssplague]

Chapter 18

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⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

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“This is so exciting! I can’t believe we’re here! That I’m here! That you guys really brought me with you!”

Your arms are spread out as you twirl around, marveling at your new surroundings. The Bakugou’s observe you with amusement as you look around. Katsuki grabs hold of your hand to drag you inside the hotel you guys were staying at. Mitsuki hands each of you a key card, “You two are on floor six and we are on floor three-“ “Okay bye” Katsuki replied, heading towards the elevator. “Meet us down here at 7 so we can go to dinner, ungrateful brat!” “We will!” You call out with a wave as the elevator doors slide shut. “I was worried our room’s would share a wall, but with three floors between us we’re free to fuck as much as we want” You find yourself being pressed against the wall of the elevator, caged in by a muscular arm on either side of your head, as Katsuki continues whispering a tirade of dirty things in your ear.

By the time the beep announces your floor being reached, you can feel your face burning from embarrassment. You slip out from beneath his arm and begin a brisk walk down the hallway. “Hey! Come back!” You don’t, you break out into a sprint instead. “Y/N! Don’t ignore me!” You turn the corner and hurry to unlock the door, squealing once he comes into view and once inside, try to shut the door on him. He’s able to get his foot in and you know your in trouble now. So you start backing away as he stalks towards you, only to end up getting body slammed onto the soft bed in the center of the room. “Got cha now”

“It’s our first night here, why do we have to go to some stupid party?” Katsuki complains as the two of you follow his parents inside some upscale venue. “You didn’t have to come! I told you that you could go back to the hotel after we finished dinner!” Mitsuki snaps back at him. “Hell no I wasn’t going back alone and letting you take my girlfriend somewhere without me!” “You guys-“ Masaru tries to intervene but his wife whips around surprising the bespectacled man as she starts in on their son, “Knock it off Katsuki, we’re here on vacation, Im not interested in hearing you bitch and moan the entire time, so either suck it up or I’ll make sure you sit your ass in the room by yourself for the rest of the week, understand?”.

The anger burning inside her crimson stare wasn’t even directed towards you, but that didn’t mean it was any less frightening. You’d heard and witnessed her getting onto Katsuki many a time but this time was different…The aura surrounding the older woman had began to effect the atmosphere of the entryway; The light hearted, jubilant buzz of the gathering out on the veranda was silenced by the growing tension, was that your heart beating loudly in your ears? Your mouth had gone dry, you thought better of attempting to fan yourself as you broke out in a sudden sweat. It was as if the surrounding air had adapted to that crimson hell fire and rose from its once cool temperature to mimic the stagnant inferno. You feel bad for your boyfriend as he mumbles a quiet “Yes”, you attempt awkwardly rubbing his back, but he’s quick to shrug you off as the two of you follow behind his parents once more.

Of course you hadn’t been too thrilled to come out either, jet lag combined with getting drilled by Katsuki for an hour was enough to put you out. Thankfully you were able to sneak one of your pep pills before dinner, without them you wouldn’t have managed to keep a smiling face on while you were forced to meet so many industry people. Unfortunately, they seemed to have given you an increased feeling of anxiety along with that energy boost. Standing in a group of well dressed people much older than you, you couldn’t help but think; Who would have known the Bakugou’s were so well connected outside Japan?

“Mitsuki you never mentioned you had a daughter!” a voice exclaims from behind you. An eccentric old man in a paisley suit seems to materialize out of nowhere as he hugs the blonde woman. “She might as well be! This is y/n, my prodigy and Katsuki’s girlfriend, c’mere sweetheart” the warmth radiating from “mom” was welcoming as she reached out to pull you closer to her side. A stark contrast to the terrifying display you’d witnessed earlier…God forbid you ever disappoint or anger her. After introductions were made and Masaru had reappeared with a drink for his wife, you seized the opportunity to slip away into the crowd.

So many people were crowded together around the large veranda; Too many conversations abuzz in your ears, the muscles in your cheeks were cramped from the continuous smile you wore. Your pulse sped up with each step you took, sweat begins to form on your brow. You need to keep yourself grounded, you could not have a freak out right now! That’s when you realized something was amiss, or rather…someone.

Where was Katsuki?

Wide eyes shift back and forth as they scan your surroundings in search of a familiar slouched figure, that brooding expression, but neither were anywhere to be found. Seeing a passing waitress you quickly stopped her to ask which way to the bathroom? She directed you with a gentle smile and a quiet voice. Re-enterting the building you walk quickly down a short hallway, make a left turn, and just as you are about to make a right, you hear it, the gruff snarling and crackling pops that could only come from one person.

“-The fuck you followed me here for?! I’m not interested you weird bitch, get your hands off me!”

The shift from fear to fury had come so easily it was like flipping a light switch. You made your presence known as soon as you realized what was happening.,”You have two seconds to get the fuck away from him”. Seeing Katsuki against the wall being felt up by some middle aged stranger had you seeing red. Your heels echoed as they struck the tiles below your feet as you reached the duo in a few short steps. The women turns to face you, keeping your lover hidden from your sight as she sneers at you, “Mind your own business you foul mouthed little tramp, I’ve known blondie here since he was a little boy, we’re just catching up”. Flashing what was supposed to be a seductive wink over her shoulder, Katsuki let’s out a growl of disgust as he shoves her aside to pull you into his arms.

“Get lost, before I tell Mitsuki that you were groping and propositioning her son in an empty hall way like some disgusting back alley predator” you spit vehemently, narrowed eyes locked on the mystery woman as her’s widen upon mention of the Bakugou matriarch. You aren’t able to see the smirk Katsuki wears behind you but you can pick up on his growing arousal as he squeezes your hips, “You heard her, take a Fuckin hike you nasty broad”. The furious female scoffs at the two of you, her gaze briefly falling to the hands on your hips. Teetering on her chunky heels when you stomp your foot, faking a lunge forward. She nearly falls on her face as she stumbles around the corner, muttering curses under her breath.

“I could of dealt with her myself Y’know…” The words have you rolling your eyes, the spike in adrenaline you’d felt was quick to cycle through and send you crashing back into elevated anxiousness. “Gotta say, it’s a hell of a lot sexier how you did it though” you allow Katsuki to turn you around to look at him but his smug smile immediately falters “Hey, what’s wrong?”. Seeing your hands trembling as they clutch at his dress shirt, he’s quick to usher you into the bathroom and lock the door. It’s fancy, with marble floors and a granite countertop, a plush chair is stationed near the door and as he sits down you’re pulled along onto his lap.

“Shhh it’s okay, I’ve got you now princess”

A pathetic whimper escapes you as your head rests on his shoulder, one hand coming to rest atop his chest. Katsuki was here now, you can relax, you aren’t in charge of yourself anymore. The mindless feeling of being controlled had become comfortable now, it just eased the stress that comes along with living in your head. The sugary musk of his scent had become like aroma therapy as you feel the anxiety begin ebbing away. The steady beat of his heart beneath your palm and softly reaching your ear gave you something to focus on. Your breathing soon evens out and you realize how easy it would be to fall asleep like this.

“Who was she?”

Curiosity got the better of you and soon your shifting around in his lap to get a better look at his face. “Nothing you ever need to worry about, I assure you of that” The reassurance was kind, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now, and it was evident by the sudden frown on your face. “Just some model that was at a lot of the shows my parents dragged me to as a kid….she was 18 back then and I was only six” Katsuki pauses, but only for a moment as apparent disgust and disdain for that woman began to sink in, “She’d try to get me to sit in her lap and always make comments about how I was so handsome for such a little kid, it pissed me off to no Fuckin’ end”.

“It’s been years since I’d last seen her, I’d never have noticed her if she hadn’t of clung to my arm squealing like she did, I kept trying to shake her and get back over to you and I’d thought I did when I came to take a piss, but lucky for me you showed up before I had to experience anything too heinous” The two of you share a chaste kiss at the end of his explanation. Your eye lids growing heavy as you go in for another, repeating the action for a few more minutes. Reluctantly the two of you know you need to leave your little safe haven and rejoin the gathering, you are more worried about possibly upsetting his mother than he is.

When you spot the two adults still caught up in conversation, Katsuki squeezes your hand muttering a soft “Fuck this”. You allow him to lead you out of the venue, noticing him typing something on his phone quickly, before returning it to his pocket. The two of you venture off into the night, your hand clasped in his much bigger one. Eventually you find yourselves near a large waterway and mutually decided this was a nice place to sit. The silence is comfortable and your normally agitated lover seems to be at ease.

Who knows when you might get another opportunity like this?

“Would you be disappointed in me if…if I said I don’t think I want to become a hero after graduation?”

You don’t look at him when you ask this, the fear of seeing disappointment reflected in his crimson eyes is too great, “At least not right away I don’t…Now that Ive had the opportunity to explore what I’m truly passionate about, and I realized that I’m no longer limited to pursuing what my parents forced me into”.

The weight he’s been carrying with him since you battled that villain evaporated instantly, Katsuki was elated. He wasn’t going to have to come up with a plan that involved forcing you to quit hero work, you were willingly doing it yourself! “I could never be disappointed in you over pursuing your ambitions princess, you have to promise me two things though…” he pauses and finally you’re looking at him again, eyes expectant, lips parted slightly, urging him to continue. “You do your best at whatever you choose to do and be willing to admit if things get to be too much for you to handle, I won’t have you overworking yourself, got it?” He was being stern but you could see it was just out of love, so you agreed and gave him your word.

It truly was a beautiful night; The city lights were dimmed, bathing the streets in a romantic orange glow, it was all so perfect. Staring out at the calm waves and letting the breeze caress your face, you became lost in the sea of your own thoughts. You hadn’t noticed the way that your lover stares you down; Memorizing every inch of your beautiful face and cementing this moment into his memory for the rest of his days. Katsuki’s positive he’s worked up enough courage now, one hand gripped the box carefully hidden in his pocket. It’s now or never.

“Y/n” You instantly look his way, suprised by how close he is to you. The look in his eyes has you wanting to shy away, all you can see in his expanded pupils is a reflection of your face. Why did it feel like this one moment in time would forever change your fate? It’s as if time stops, the world has ceased its rotation and all the living beings around you are holding their breath as they wait for…what exactly? This is exciting, how thrilling it is to be forced to face the great unknown!

“I’m shit with words, you know that already so…just let me try and get out what I need to say…I love you, from the moment you came into my life you slowly became the center of my entire world…You mean everything to me, I want to treasure you like a most Prized Posession I hold onto and cherish for the rest of my life…So…will you marry me?”

My entire world… For the rest of my life…

“I want someone to come sweep me off my feet and spoil me so much I wouldn’t ever have to even lift a pinkie again!”

“I’d rather meet someone and we both instantly fall head over heels for each other! They would shower me with all the love and devotion in the world!”

The other young girls in your class are so quick to agree with the two air heads voicing their childish fantasies. You sat at your pint size desk contemplating; Would I want someone to take care of me? If true love is involved, than it technically couldn’t be considered giving someone “Ownership” over my mind, body, and soul right?

Thoughts far to complex to be on the mind of a child…

Even though it had only been mere seconds that it took you to answer him; Katsuki was sweating profusely, terror had gripped his very soul, and doubts forced any sort of confidence from the forefront of his mind.

She’s going to say no… She’ll reject me and then probably want to break up afterwards… I fucked everything up, I-

“Katsuki…you.. I…YES! A thousand times yes!” At a loss for words you begin to blink back tears. The man at your feet wasted no time in placing the ring on your finger, refusing to let go of your hand as he stood back up. “Geez shitty woman take some more fucking years off my life why don’t you?!” The aggressive blonde snaps as he pulls you against his chest. You smile as you look up at him, and he couldn’t possibly scowl, not with you grinning so wide flashing your pearly whites at him, “C’mere and Gimme a kiss pretty girl”.

As your lips meet both of your mouths open, intent on deepening the meaningful lip lock but then- “Oh you two are just too damn adorable!” “Honey, let’s not intrude upon their special moment-“ You felt Katsuki stiffen in your arms, while your body went rigid against his muscular frame. Having heard them before actually seeing them, it was no surprise that your now soon to be in-laws come out from behind one of the large pillars holding up the over head walk way.. “How the hell did you even know where to find us? Dammit!” Your irate lover shouts, gripping you a bit too tightly before letting go. “You left your location on, anyway we recorded the entire thing so we’ll be able to share it with everyone back home! Your grandmother’s are going to cry!Both of them never thought you would settle down with someone”Mitsuki replies dismissively as she approaches both of you, immediately pulling you both into an awkward hug.

“Oh no, I hope I don’t look stupid just standing there gawking like I did for a bit…” you laugh nervously, rubbing one of your sleeves once the teary eyed woman releases you two. “No not at all, you both looked great…I’m so happy for you two” Masaru says coming to stand beside his wife, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing his streaming eyes beneath his glasses. “Okay we’ll get out of your hair now, go enjoy the rest of your night kids” Mitsuki smiles at you and Katsuki once more before dragging her sobbing husband back the way they came.

“That reminds me, turn around baby, got one more present for ya” You do so immediately, feeling something rest on your neck, the Weight of what undoubtedly was some kind of charm, rests right above the valley between your breasts. Figuring out what the gift is has you instinctively lifting your hair up and out of the way. “There we go” now that the chain is fastened, the blonde comes to stand infront of you again “Looks Fuckin perfect, knew it would…but still”. Using the front facing camera on your phone you were able to see the jewelry adorning your neck; Instead of one large charm there was two, a golden gernade, and a heart shaped lock with KB elegantly etched into it. The chain was small and thin but it had to be gold, rubies made up the inside of the heart and it had to be emeralds that sparkle around the gernade. “Katsuki…this had to of cost a fortune…I can’t-“ “Well turns out that accidentally stopping a jewelry store robbery has it perks, you’re mine and now everyone’s gonna know it”

As if they didn’t already.

While you two continued your stroll around the city, you realized that the weight around your neck, and especially weighing down your ring finger, were something you’d have to get used to…A constant reminder.

A most prized possession.

When you found yourself outside the door of your hotel room, you couldn’t decipher these jittery feelings in your gut. It was easier to express yourself to Katsuki when he was all you could see; While he was looking down at you, demanding all your attention, all of your affection, and never ending devotion. You followed his commands and occasionally interjected your own, he was always open to your requests. When you could see your own reflection staring back at you in his enlarged pupils, you knew that you were all he could see too. “I dont fuckin’ get it…” Confusion is evident on your face as you stare up at the man knelt between your legs. Clothes had been shed and lay on the floor in a trail towards the big bed in the room, “How one girl came into my life and fucked up all my plans, I’d had for years…I never thought I’d fall victim to any of that mushy love stuff and just Fuckin look at me…Actually, look at you…Yeah, I didn’t stand an ice cube’s chance in hell”. His hands outline your curves, stopping to squeeze at your hips, “So beautiful, you’re perfect…” he breathes, slowly leaning his face down towards your’s. Just as you think he’s about to devour you whole, lips so close they touch when he lets slip a whispered confession, “M’fuckin obsessed with you baby, tried resisting it at first, but I couldn’t get over you even if I tried”.

“I guess it’s a good thing I agreed to marrying you then isn’t it?” You tease, returning the sneer he gave you with a bop to his nose, “I love you Katsuki”. “You too princess” he replies as the tip of his cock breeches your clenching hole “- and this tight Fuckin pussy, tell me who it belongs to again, I must have forgot”. With a heavy sigh you play along “It’s your’s Suki, only yours”. “Damn right it is”

The rest of your time on vacation passed much too fast for your liking. By the time you boarded the flight home your suitcase was much heavier with all the new clothes and other things you’d gotten. Once in the air you couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger. It gave you butterflies to think about what your classmates and friends would say. As if reading your mind, Katsuki leans over to whisper “All those harpies back home are going to be jealous of you princess, I’m going to get a good laugh at the looks on each of their faces”. You laugh quietly, turning to kiss him, “That makes two of us”. Lifting the arm rest up and out of the way you Cuddle into your fiancé’s side, snuggling against him until you’re both comfortable enough to get some shut eye on the long ride home.

[wannabelife]

ahhh hiii i saw ur reqs are open!! may i please req a seungkwan fic/drabble!! hard dom kwan with degradation and messy cumplay and cum plugging? thank u so much for writing such amazing work!!

if i'd think of a set-in, probably a few days after a fight that has already cooled down. you had that passionate sorry sex after it, but now that some days have passed, seungkwan wants to relieve some remaining stress he had from it.

"you had fun messing up with my head, didn't you?" he groans, slamming his cock back onto you. nothing but moans coming out of you.

"i- imma- ah! so... rry, kwannie" you moan out, having a hard time saying it properly when a slap is delivered on your ass cheek. your face making its way onto the pillow as you cry out.

"so well behaved now" he says, slowing down his thrusts. he's going so painfully slow, your pussy squeezing, trying to swallow more of him, your clit hard and aching from the lack of friction.

"aah please, oh my, kwannie, please!" you whine "more, please! i've been so good, please"

"awwn so desesparate for my cock" he pins you down from behind, his body metting your back "i dont know, love. i feel like i should take care of your manners, don't think you have been good"

"arms behind" he demands and you do it as he said. he's able to cage both of your wrists on his slim hands, pressing them down on your back "face up" he says again "i wanna hear your slutty little sounds, understood?" you nod desesparately, just wanting him to fuck you.

he gets back at a fast pace, slamming it inside you. his hand leaving bruises around your wrist and waist from how hard he's gripping you. he slaps a few times your ass again, wording how you deserve it for not behaving. you keep moaning his name, feeling goosebumps forming on your skin every time he caresses where he slapped, his cold hand meeting the red hot spot left imprinted on your skin, easing the pain.

"close, kwannie" you announce, feeling the familiar knock forming on your lower belly. and just when you're close enough, he slips out of you as you whine, your legs pressing together.

he lifts your body in one motion, your back hitting the mattress as you bounce from the roughness. seungkwan gets close, grabbing you by the neck, your faces almost touching "if you want to cum, you gonna have to beg" he says

you whimper, trying to take your lips on his, but he doesn't let you, moving his face away with a devilish grin.

"please, kwannie" you plea "im gonna be good, so good to you, i promise" he hums, pressing his cock on your center, your legs squeezing around his waist "oh my god! please!" you say, feeling as the teasing is like torture "let me cum, kwannie, please!" you cry out as his grip gets tighter around your neck. with his free hand, he angles on your entrance, thrusting in again.

"good girl" he praises, slamming continuously on you. you feel him everywhere, his grip on your waist and on your throat, his cock filling you up and his core skin slapping on your clit on each thrust, making your eyes roll back, close again.

"that's right, needy bitch, let it go for me" those words being your ending point as you're coumming. your pussy clenching around him as he swears from how good it feels. your legs trembling and moans coming out loud.

you whimper when it starts to hurt, the overstimulation hitting you. "you gonna keep doing good, wont you? let me use this cunt like a good girl" he says, still chasing his high on you.

your eyes water from how it hurts. you feel him twitching inside you and your pussy clench from the feeling "fuck!" he groans as you moan again "you're so fucking needy, give me another one" he sounds hoarsy as his cum is approaching.

seungkwan reaches your clit and you feel like cumming again. a few more thrusts and his cum is spreading inside of you. making you cum right after, your head throwing back as you let it go.

both of your cums messily together as he rides both of your highs before sliding off. he bumps his member a few more times, his cum dripping down, some of it decoring your belly and titties. low moans coming out from his lips at the view.

he grabs you by the back of your hair "open up" he demands, smearing his now half hard cock on your tongue. you rap your mouth around it, cleaning all the remain cum on it as he moans "well done, my little cockslut" he praises, before throwing his exhausted body next to yours.

[changeling-droneco]

Some things I hope to see in future palworld updates

More fleshing out of the blackmarket vs random pal merchants, they're basically exactly the same so introducing more differences would be great, maybe all the pals you buy from the blackmarket are more likely to have lower sanity or injuries. Buying and selling to the black market should feel more dubious

More differentiating of the different groups, or at least make it clearer on why the free pal alliance is pulling the exact same tactics as the syndicate. maybe the pals in the cages of the free pal will come with sickness or have injuries that the people were trying to heal?

More things to do in towns, give me some quests! some goals! they don't need to be big but i'd love to have an npc be like "hey im super curious about the dungeons, can you go clear 3 dungeons for me?"

different reactions to wanted levels/crimes, if im only wanted for trespassing instead of immediately shooting me have them chase me down to try and make me pay a fee and be like "just know this is off limits in the future"

Just more people, it doesn't need to be super populated but a few more scattered villages or just random people would help a lot, this is my base building nerd side but I'd love to be able to build my own settlement, I doubt this will ever happen, but I always love getting to build my own settlements that people move into

Less targeting onto the player by enemies, it feels a bit excessive how many times things will just target me despite my pal being much closer and the one actively attacking them, just a wee bit of toning down there I think would help

make it so you can respawn at the waypoints its super annoying when you die on the more outskirts of the map because theres no teleport there from death

better climbing physics, some slopes dont let me climb onto them and its super annoying

the ability to build platforms that arent connected to the ground, make them more expensive and like have to attach to a platform that is but it would make things so much easier around the base to plug up small spots where pals can get stuck

Nerf raids and make breeding 20x easier

[umbrarkzoo]

work was slow so i wrote a short story about my human au with a prompt requested by my friend- she wanted to see puppet and lefty kind of reconciling/getting along

“I’m really mad at you”

“I know.”

“I have frequent thoughts about hurting you.”

“I know.”

“You don't even have to be doing anything, your existence just fills me with rage.”

“I kn-”

“You know. And you do nothing about it. You never do anything.”

“I don't.”

There was a long pause, and upon realizing her cage was not going to retaliate, the woman loudly groaned in annoyance. God he was such a pain in the ass. Never did anything except blink once in a while, or play his stupid songs to “calm her down”. Well she wasnt calm! Who could be calm after being kidnapped? Much less in the company of such a boring person. 

Okay in his defense hes not realy himself is he Mari? She thought to herself

I dont give a fuck whatever he is - his company SUCKS

….

It sucks so bad im arguing with myself just for some entertainment. God screw this guy. 

Maybe he knew she was in a bad mood and thats why he let her out - “just for a couple minutes” he said…

“You make very strong facial expressions when you’re thinking. I wonder what youre thinking about?” The man said, his yellow eye tearing into the empty black voids she called her eyes.

oh now he wants to talk.

…

“I was thinking about how much you need to work on your staring problem, you look stupid….and creepy.” She responded- baring her sharp teeth at him.

“It’s a requirement of my job.” He responded, emotionless. 

“To look like a fucking creep?” 

“Well that… I guess… and to look after you. Always” He paused, as though in thought. “Especially after all those stunts you’ve pulled in the past.” He sounded a little annoyed. Interesting…

“Yeah well - sorry but im not about to make your job easier when it comes at the expenses OF MY OWN FUCKING FREE WILL” she yelled into his ear - just to once again get no reaction.

“You’ll get it back.” The man responded as though his ears and head were not ringing currently. 

“The time we spend together is only temporary, maybe one day you'll look back on this experience and find it was somewhat enjoyable? Just relax a bit…. For both of our sake. “

The woman was about to yell at him again for his ridiculous and very delusional suggestion, but decided she should spare her already raspy voice from more abuse. Silent treatment it was if he wanted to be an ass. 

His brow furrowed just slightly at her unusual reaction - or lack of.

“Well if it makes you that uncomfortable, I'll focus my eyes on other things from time to time. No promises if you make another escape attempt though.”

Still silence. 

“I’ll give you more time out of the “cage” too?”

Silence. 

“Okay that was messed up to say-”

“RAAAAAAAGHHHHHH CAN YOU EVER JUST SAY SOMETHING USEFUL” she betrayed her poor vocal chords but jesus this guy can never just-

Okay no, you need to calm down mari. Be calm. He is your captor- he is unpredictable. One minute hes a literal blank piece of paper and the next he starts acting like he has a personality-You know that. Hes never genuine so dont give in. Dont get angry, maybe he wants that. Be calm. Be caaaalm. 

“Ahem…” she paused. “Nevermind. Maybe its better that you stay mute.”

The man blinked.

“Oh so thats why youre mad. Ive been keeping you in the dark haven’t i?” 

….

“Yeah. literally too.” 

Okay did he smile a little just now or am i going insane-

“Well…” He started. “I suppose I could make your experience less boring by answering some questions. Just as long as you dont tell the Security Puppet or Mr. Emily-”

“Tell me about mr. emily please!” She wasted no time. There was something about that man in particular, something off. She felt so hurt whenever she saw him even though she had no idea who he was. 

“I.. Please tell me. Im not gonna say anything. Hes your boss right?”

The man looked to his side briefly, as though he was pondering something. 

“You could say that.”

“And hes the reason why im here right? Hes the one who asked for me to be here?”

“Well, he didn't really know about this whole… situation… until recently. The Security Puppet. That stripped lady. Shes the one who wanted you from the start. For Henry.”

“Oh….his name is Henry Emily?” She looked to the floor.

“Why does that sound…so familiar?” she whispered

If she had looked up, she would have noticed the very noticeable expression of discomfort that plastered itself on the larger man. He was in a great conflict with himself whether he should tell this woman everything or stick to what he was created to do. 

He ultimately stuck to the latter and remained silent. 

Screw finding answers right now, her heart started hurting. Why did she feel like she wanted to cry? She needed a distraction. If this guy saw her crying - he’d probably use it against her…

————

“Okay and that bitch who stole my look then. She created you?”

What a comment. He almost wanted to laugh. But he had to stay stoic…

“Yes,” A pause. “She is indeed the bitch who created me.” Well he could break a little bit of character one in a while. He deserved to treat himself at least a little. 

And now he wanted to laugh even harder seeing the surprised face on the small woman. He deserves a raise for how much composure he has really.. That is, if he was even getting paid in the first place. 

“Okay then….” she furrowed her brows at him. “So if I was to extract revenge on everybody whoose ever wronged me.. She would be a perfect target then, right?”

Okay now he was really starting to like this girl. If only he could drop his persona and offer to help her.

“Well she did kill me for the sole purpose of capturing you.” He internally smirked at her gasp of horror, “disemboweled me and did cruel experiments on my body for this mission. Im pretty sure Im going to get incinerated after I’ve completed this job too,” He said nonchalantly to the look of horror and rage that was forming on the womans face. If he couldn't hurt SP himself, he could at least give this captee more encouragement to do it for him, “All of this was her idea anyway, so I suppose that yes, she would be an ideal target. Though you didn't hear that from me.”

—————

Wtf….oh god no wonder this guys so weird- hes just like me!! And that BITCH shes just like william! William….. Oh that name…

——————

Her raged expression calmed itself, to the disappointment of the large man. Maybe it was immature but he was somewhat hoping shed explode right then and there and make him take her to the security puppet where he could witness a good show…. maybe join in if the brainwashing fully went away….

“You poor thing….” now her expression was turning somber. “You poor, poor man…” Tears began to form in her eyes.

Okay he wasnt expecting this….should he have kept his mouth shut?

Her shoulders started to shake and he could hear faint whimpers as she tried to control her emotions. She curled into a ball before him and started shaking back and forth.

….yeah he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Theyre still doing this to us…” She muffled as her hands covered her face, “it must have hurt you so much… what she did to you…what they did to us,.....”

“Ummm” How was he supposed to approach this….. he didnt know she could cry.

“..how many more deaths will it take for this nightmare to end” She cried out. “DAMN HER!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!” her sobbing became louder

He really did not know what to do right now- wow this took a sudden turn.

“My friends, my family… I lost them all because of monsters like her….”

oh

“Im lost now you know. My brother…Fred…he’s not here to guide me anymore…That green man burnt them all”

OH.

“And im just a shell of myself now… I dont think Ill ever be able to leave it…. I lost them.. I think it was ‘99? What year is it anymore…”

“2017.” he blurted out, almost immediately regretting it. 

“Oh.” 

It was a rhetorical question wasn't it?

—————

The shock she was in distracted her from her pain at least. She just layed there, exhausted from her outburst, staring at the night sky before her. 

She just kept breaking her promises to herself. Now this man knew her vulnerabilities. And honestly, she didnt care anymore.

She didnt want to be paranoid. She didnt want to be angry. Not at him, not at Security Puppet, not at ….henry, not even at william. She was so tired of feeling. Numbness was all she wanted.

————

The man just sat next to her and looked up with her. It was a beautiful night. They could forget what just transpired for now, for both their sake. She was embarrassed in a way, but he didnt seem to hold anything against her.

I dont think he’s all that capable of judging me anyway.

A long time had passed, the woman's tears subsiding, though her messy makeup marked her pain for all to see. 

They sat in silence for the next couple of hours, until the man spoke up.

“Miss?”

She hummed in acknowledgement.

“What do you want me to call you if not Ch- if not that other name.”

….

“Just call me Puppet for now.”

Another minute of silence.

“And what should I call you?” She asked. 

It was about time they both introduced themselves properly anyway.

“.....Lefty” He responded rather sheepishly. 

…..

“Lefty?”

“Yeah?”

“You have a really stupid name.”

Away from her vision, he grinned at the sparkling sky. 

“I know.”