#they only work here because i don't need to tie the shoes often

[chrismerle]

Were these shoes already tacky when I got them? Yes, obviously. Did I then make them tackier by swapping the white laces for bedazzled laces? You bet your ass I did.

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: dante caruso x gn reader (Cyberpunk 2077)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: beneath dante's tough disposition, there is a man.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 870

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of blood, death, and murder, half-naked man, not sexual just romantic, hint at friends w/ benefits

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i don't have a picture cuz i actually killed him but TRUST this man is fine as hell in red lighting; video for ref

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Militech, even though a corp, does indeed handle some of their employees well, especially those who do their covert stuff; it is preferable, after all, that they do not spill.

Dante counts himself lucky to be an undercover agent of theirs, taking shelter in one of their safehouses, though it seems he's not the only one.

You're there.

Dante believes in coincidences, would rather not believe in fate, but this has to be ordained by whoever put him in Night City.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected. He knows how to speak according to the circumstance, and he'd just spoken straightforwardly according to the situation; he escaped with his life and the goal accomplished, and now he's collecting himself, perhaps staying for the night.

He's tough, cool, calm and collected...and yet his voice breaks as he speaks your name, "(y/n)."

"Dante." You're just about...what are you doing? He's an undercover agent, he should be able to assess the situation, but he can't, not now. Why?

You're just colleagues, have been for the majority of the decade, he trusts you. You've done plenty of jobs together, see each other often at HQ or whatever. Where's the "calm and collected" aspect that's in his resume? "What," He clears his throat, shifts his stance onto one foot, "are you doing here?"

He isn't nervous. He's...what is he?

"Laying low, after that job by the grand mall, you know." He did know, yeah, you told him that. His breaths shorten, and perhaps you can tell, as you begin walking a bit closer to him, concerned? "Something wrong?"

"I..." He just took a life, Bree, he knew her. She deserved it, she was going to leak the corporation's secrets, if he hadn't killed her the corp would've been done for; but no, she didn't deserve it, she was just seeking to publish the truth. No, er, yes, something's wrong. "yea."

His voice is small, he looks defeated, his gaze falls to his shoes. He doesn't handle death as well as you do, and in your books, that's fine. You've held him through this a thousand times before.

"C'mere, cowboy." You wrap your arms around him, let his head fall to your shoulder, let his weight fall on yours.

There are no tears to shed, he's not sad, he's just...he's never had a name for it. Contemplative? He took another life. He knows there isn't fate in the universe, because why would fate have him killing folks?

"It was necessary."

"I know." But he needed you to tell him that anyway.

Beneath Dante's tough disposition, there is a man. The agent knows the work must be done, but the man mourns for the soul that has now left the world, and for the body that will never find the columbarium.

You reach a hand between you two, undoing his bolo tie with experienced fingers, and gathering his necklaces in your hand. He parts his head from your shoulder–doesn't need a command for it anymore–so you may slip the heavy metals off his neck to wherever else, so that he carries one less burden.

His head fall back onto your shoulder while you continue to release him from another burden, his tight black vest. Unbuttoning it comes easy to you. You slip your hands beneath the leather, your hands feeling warmer against his stomach and then his chest with just that one layer less, and slip it off.

When you reach for his belt, he finds the will to raise his head and press his nose against yours gratefully.

You're just coworkers.

"Dante..." Now's not the time. The words in your mind dissipate into nothingness when he kisses you.

Dante kisses you, slow and sweet, and it feels like warm honey. "I know." He replies, pressing another smaller kiss to your jaw, perhaps he missed, but he's satisfied with it as he buries his face, now, against your neck.

"You got blood on your sleeves." It's minimal, won't be noticeable for the trek back home, but it looks like a stain upon the man you know is good.

"It's fine." He declares. He's not got the will to care for it right now.

"You're sweaty."

"That too."

The belt comes off next, with a heavy metallic clack. Then there's the shirt, which you unbutton just as well as the vest. Finally, the pants, with little resistance. You'll let him take off his underwear himself in the bathroom.

You guide him there yourself, unfortunately making him part from your embrace, but he's comforted by the fact that you'll hold him to sleep later, like you always do.

You leave him by the shower–but don't turn it on for him, he's not that helpless–and turn to leave, but he stops you with his voice before you're out the doorway.

"Shower with me?" His face is hopeful, but there's a hint of a smile on his face. He knows you won't say no.

"Yeah, 'course."

He's a corpo hitman, should be used to this, and yet he's not. It's due to the fact you are always there to break the fall, validating his feelings, not letting him deal with it himself; but he wouldn't have it any other way.

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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: writing for hot as hell side characters of course, the cassel twins too but i aint kidnapped them yet dont talk to me

[cursed-elo-images]

YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS, BUT I HAVE EVEN MORE ELO INCORRECT QUOTES!!!

Richard: You have Crayons?

Melvyn: Yes, I have—

Richard: You're— how old are you?

Melvyn: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Jeff: How long do you think it'll take?

Richard: I don’t know, three or four.

Jeff: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Richard: Yeah, maybe five.

Jeff: Five what?!

Bev: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Jeff: The final boss.

Richard: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?

Bev: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

Bev: Jeff, what do you value about Richard?

Jeff: He’s thoughtful. He picks flowers and brings them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...

Richard: That’s how I know they’re fresh!

Melvyn: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Hugh: I only like dark humor.

Melvyn, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Hugh:

Melvyn: An IMPASTA!

Hugh: Is there something you would like to say, Melvyn?

Melvyn: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.

Richard: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Bev: What did you just say-

Richard: Foetons! *Laughs*

Bev: Wh-what?

Kelly: If I run and leap at Bev, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.

Kelly, running towards Bev: Coming in!

Bev: No! I’m holding coffee!

Bev: *Drops coffee and catches Kelly*

Melvyn: Hugh just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then he reached down and untied my shoe.

Bev: I know what you're up to.

Melvyn: Really? Because I barely know.

Hugh: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Jeff: Actually, Hugh, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Melvyn: When life gives you lemonades, make lemons! Life will be all like "whaAttT?"

Mik: Life lessons that schools can't teach you.

Richard: Oh, they left the bowl out?

Richard: It says, “Take two pieces of candy.”

Hugh: Nobody around though…

*Hugh grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it*

Richard: NO—

Hugh: So the other day I sent Melvyn out to get us some gas.

Hugh: And instead of getting gas, he got us novelty cookie cutters.

Hugh: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Hugh: …

Hugh: I love him so much.

Melvyn: *venting endlessly to Richard about his week*

Richard, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

Bev: Do we have any orange juice left?

Hugh: *pours the remaining juice into his cup*

Hugh: Sorry, we’re all out.

Jeff: Are you listening to me?

Hugh: *nods*

Jeff: What did I just say?

Hugh: *nods*

Jeff: …

Jeff: Oooh, a train!

Richard: We’re in a train station, Jeff.

Melvyn: Time freezes for everyone but you one day. What do you do?

Hugh: Oh… I’d mildly trouble everyone.

Melvyn: Alright, so what would you do?

Hugh: I’d shave a one-inch thick line in every thick beard I saw.

Hugh: I’d twist all the lightbulbs just a little bit so no one would know when they aren’t working.

Hugh: I’d make every wing on girls eyeliner just a little bit higher than the other one.

Hugh: And I’d tie everyone’s shoelaces together.

Hugh: And then lastly, I’d snip a little hole in every tea bag.

Melvyn:

Melvyn: Remind me to never allow you to have power.

Bev: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong.

Hugh: *Sipping his drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

Mik: The first time Melvyn opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside he yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

Bev: I am 39 cheetos tall.

Richard: Why... are you measuring your height in cheetos?

Bev: Because we're out of doritos.

Bev: Yeah, I find it quite emotional. In like a cool way.

Hugh: Did you just say it makes you cry in a cool way?

Melvyn: Jeff.. I'm gonna cry!

Jeff: Please don't.

Melvyn, crying: Request denied.

Richard: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Bev always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity…

Jeff: Hugh is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Jeff: I'm never having a debate with Hugh again, he literally started his argument with "Riddle me this."

Hugh: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Melvyn: No, I said "Hugh, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

Jeff: I suppose you’re right. We really would be better off working together.

Hugh: So, then… détente?

Jeff: Agreed.

Hugh: Understanding?

Jeff: Possibly.

Hugh: Cooperation?

Jeff: Maybe.

Hugh: Trust?

Jeff: Out of the question.

Hugh: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Melvyn: I boiled gatorade.

Jeff: Melvyn is forbidden from monologuing.

Hugh: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.

Melvyn: *sobbing*

Hugh: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

Jeff: Melvyn, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Melvyn: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Jeff: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

Bev: So, what's for dinner?

Richard, staring at the food he burnt: Regret.

Kelly: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?

Richard: Neither.

Richard: Because it's twelve.

Kelly: I'm very scary.

Richard: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.

Kelly: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.

Richard: And small.

Kelly:

Kelly: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

Melvyn: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Richard: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Melvyn: Richard, can I ask you a question?

Richard: You just did.

Melvyn: Okay, can I ask you two questions?

Richard: You just did.

Melvyn, frustrated: OKAY, CAN I ASK YOU FOUR QUESTIONS?!

Richard: You just did.

Melvyn: When?!

Richard: Just now.

Richard, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

Jeff: Blue flavor!

Richard: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

Jeff: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

Richard: Blue is not a flavor!

Jeff: BLUE FLAVOR!

Bev: I can't take you seriously wearing that.

Hugh: Aw, you take me seriously at all?

Bev: Fair point.

*Jeff and Hugh are texting*

Jeff: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE.

Hugh: I got spring water.

Jeff: NO!

Hugh: With EXTRA minerals!

Hugh: It’s like licking a stalagmite!

Jeff: DON’T COME HOME!

Hugh: Mmmmmm, cave water.

Bev: Kelly, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Kelly, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky.

Mik: Richard, you need to calm down.

Richard, slamming his fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

Hugh: *plays shreksophone*

Hugh: Woo.

Hugh: Time to listen to this on loop for all eternity.

Richard: ...Genius coping mechanism my friend

Hugh, holding a scooter: Bev! Can I go outside and play with this?

Bev: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Hugh, running outside: Thanks Bev!

Bev, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Hugh: Slash gamemode creative.

Mik: Dude, this isn't Min-

Hugh: *starts levitating*

Melvyn: I desire moisture.

Bev: Please just say “I want water” like a normal person.

Hugh: You remind me of the ocean.

Richard: Because I’m deep and mysterious?

Hugh: No, because you’re full of salt and you scare people.

Jeff: N… No!

Hugh: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y… Yes???

Melvyn: The joy of hanging out with Hugh. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and he bites the tip of a marker off.

[milkhoney531]

Just some personal musings, contains abuse, suicidal ideation, and transphobia mention

You know, when I first came out as trans/nonbinary, the name I chose started with M. Then G and then J. Now I'm back to M. Different name, same letter. For some reason, M sticks around longer than any other name I've gone by.

I've gone by tons of usernames too, but one split second decision cemented part of my username. I was signing up for freecycle for some reason and I was going to use my chosen name, I got three letters in and decided I didn't want questions so I chose to change the last letter and make a pale joke.

So boom, Milk became a part of my online identity, besides the 531 at the end. And while the word after it varies from place to place, the M stays.

I've changed a lot over the years, but some parts of me are the same. I still feel weird about my gender expression. I still hate being perceived as a girl. I can't stand pink or too many bright colors, mainly due to preference or sensory issues. I still don't correct family who calls me by the wrong name, but I want to work on that.

I still love to write, paint, draw, or do most creative mediums. However I don't write songs anymore, despite still wanting to learn music. I also don't hate fashion, I've designed clothes and bags and such, even making my own coat.

I'm no longer terrified of ruining things and shutting down my ideas due to that fear. I have altered clothes, made new clothes, put both fabric and acrylic paint where they definitely shouldn't go, frankensteined jackets and cosplays. I have let myself make the things I bought my own. Were there some projects I ended up regretting? Yes but it felt amazing to actually do them while I did!

It's been a rocky road, but I like where I'm at right now. I'd like some changes, yeah, but the changes I want, I'll get. I just need to keep going and preparing. I don't know for sure where I'm heading, but I have a plan for what I want in my life that can be achieved no matter what happens.

I still don't really know who or what I am, but I'm learning and I'm growing into a person I think I like being. Sure, there have been some bumps in the road, definitely didn't think I'd discover a chronic pain condition making me use a cane, or think I'd like flowers, the ocean, or space nearly as much as I do now, but it's a nice surprise.

I'm surprised and glad I'm here to learn more about myself. I never thought I'd live so long. Frankly, I was amazed I made it to high school. Growing up, home was a violent place. My mom was with a violent, obsessive, jealous drunk for most of my life. He almost killed me, my mom, and my brother with a gun before I was 6 years old. I learned the smell of alcohol and how to find empty beer bottles and places to hide before I learned how to write my name. I learned how to find good hiding spots and to make sure my siblings were hidden before I learned to tie my own shoes.

I grew up thinking I was going to be killed. When we finally were free of danger, and even before then, I often acted out at school due to meltdowns because of my autism. Once we were safe, I was no longer the trusted babysitter who could be woken up in the middle of the night before even attending kindergarten or the kid who could make sure their siblings were safe, instead I was a violent problem child. No longer was I praised for ridding of my bullies, my brother's, or my friends, but condemned because I used violent means to do so.

So I started to think of myself as a monster. As someone so unworthy of any human interaction that I legitimately thought I should be imprisoned and bound in a building with no possible exits or entrances far from civilization to just starve to death. I thought my only options in life were to be killed, kill myself, or imprisoned.

So I stopped doing anything. I stopped defending myself from bullies. I stopped caring what happened to me. I made it my goal to become invisible, to fly under the radar. And it worked. Everyone was happier that I had shut down. That I stopped being a problem.

Then I got a job. I started buying things for my family. Started treating them to special dinners, movies, etc. I started giving away what I had. I stopped eating except when with family. I was going to end it all.

But somehow I made it to high school. I remember how shocked I was. How I never thought I'd get that far. I had passed my self given expiration date somehow. And as I walked up to the school, I remember thinking that if I can make it this far, then if I were to go out, it wouldn't be by my own hand.

And yet in my sophomore year, I almost killed myself and to this day I still don't know why. I had just gotten home from a club dance with a bunch of free goodies for my family. I was happy as could be. My parents left to chaperone a dance. And I was alone, my siblings asleep. I didnt think. I found myself in some sort of daze as I walked into the kitchen and I was going to grab a bottle of pills. I was going to eat them all.

But I snapped out of it. I went online and I googled a suicide online chat help line. I never spoke to anyone, but waiting gave me time to come back to my senses. I don't know what snapped me out of it. But I was lucky I snapped out of it.

Sure, life hasn't been amazing, but I think I would have regretted not living it. I've gotten to learn so much, to do so much, to meet so many people, to help people. I wouldn't have gotten to do any of it if I had gone through with it, with my plan that night. As hard as it's been, I've been slowly learning to live. To be a person. As scary as it's been at times, to step out of my bubble, to be myself without fear, it's been getting easier the more I do it.

It started with me deciding to live. Then making a plan for my future. To adding color to my closet. To discovering who I am. To coming out. To defying my mom and staying out. To altering my clothes. To advocating for myself. To being who I am today.

[fallingsunflower]

Sorry in advance but this is gonna be a long rant! Why is our society so fucked up?? I work in a hospital as a nurse and of course we’re overworked and on our limits (not because of Covid but because we’re severely understaffed in general). Why are so many nurses are such cunts and „slaves“ for their fucked up „societal standards“ and everyone and everything that is or appears different will be labeled as wrong or „not normal“?! Don’t they have their own lives to fucking care about??

Two examples: 1. we have Ukrainian war victims in our hospital and sure some of them are pretty demanding and not always the nicest but they have trauma and are in pain because they lost literally part of their body’s and their homes, family etc and will have to endure years of medical procedures. So I get not being all happy sunshine all day. But so many nurses are so vile they tell them they hope their country gets destroyed and bombed even more and how so much would only be „propaganda“ from Ukraine and how the Russians aren’t even that bad and how the Russian soldiers also have family and bla bla bla! Well guess what? Russian started the war and no one forces the Russian soldiers to fight Putins war! The ukrain people just defend themselves for the most part.

2. example: I overheard a conversation of 2 nurses and one was telling the other how she’s concerned that her 10!! year old son doesn’t have a girlfriend yet! How insane are they?? This same nurse also told how she just bought her son a gaming chair and desk for playing computer games and how he just learned to tie his shoes (at the age of 10 years old!!) because he didn’t want to earlier and only now did because he wanted a certain pair of shoes which only came with shoe laces! She also said how he often asks her to prepare him his sandwiches etc because he’s to lazy to do so. So this guy will either become some sort of Sheldon cooper (as he’s allegedly pretty smart) or some macho guy who lets his girlfriend do anything for him when he’s older! That second nurse then told the concerned „mum nurse“ how she had a neighbor girl who didn’t have a boyfriend till she was 14 and everyone including the mum of that kid thought she would never get a boyfriend and how this girl always would be by himself but all of a sudden she started to have a boyfriend and had a few boyfriends since then ( she’s only barely 16) and she’s „finally normal“ in their fucked up reality! What is wrong with people??

Hi love. No worries. You're always allowed to rant here.

First, some people just shouldn't have jobs with other people. Whether they be nurses, social workers, police officers, etc. The lack of people skills astounds me on a daily basis. The nurses saying they hope they hope those people's countries get bombed more should lose their jobs and licenses. End of story. If there was a way to report them, please do, even if it's anonymously. The damage that has on people's mental health is scary. Their lives are in their hands in more ways than one.

I'm also not sure why dating is pushed on people, especially young kids. I'm assuming it's partially a generational/conservative point of view (not applicable to everyone, of course, but just generally). Young people, specifically kids, need a change to be young. If that means dating, then okay. But if that means hanging out with friends, making stupid decisions, playing, etc. then that's perfectly healthy and normal too. I don't know why that's so hard for people to understand.

I'm sorry you're witnessing all this, and also that you're overworked. It's been crazy by me too with overworking healthcare workers, as well as teachers and aids. I wish there was a better system

[shopnzsneaketrs]

From Work To Weddings: The Ultimate Guide To Men's Black Dress Shoes

You want to look good, but you also want to feel good. And when it comes to choosing the right mens black dress shoes, there's nothing more important than comfort. That's why I always recommend black dress shoes for most formal occasions—they're versatile enough for everything from work to weddings, and they'll keep your feet happy all day long.

Black dress shoes are the most versatile in your closet.

Black dress shoes are the most versatile in your closet. They go with everything, from jeans to suits, and can be worn for work or weddings.

Here are a few ways to wear Best Mens Black Dress Shoes:

Wear them with jeans when you want to look extra sharp (but still relaxed).

Pair them with slacks at the office or on casual Fridays.

Wear them under your tuxedo at a formal event like a wedding or prom night--or even just as part of an outfit that needs some added polish!

Opt for a dress shoe with wider laces.

A wider lace can be a great feature. Not only will it look more attractive, but you'll also be able to tie your shoes more tightly and quickly. If you have trouble tying regular laces, this is especially helpful!

If you're planning on wearing your black dress shoes every day after you get married (which we hope), then opt for a shoe with wider laces so that they don't stretch out over time or become loose when worn under heavy pressure from walking around all day long during those first few months of wedded bliss.

Don't buy black shoes that you have to scuff.

The colour of your shoe isn't the same as the colour of its leather, and it won't stay that way for long. The dye in black dress shoes will eventually wear off and fade over time, especially if you wear them often enough or frequently put them through harsh conditions (like rain). You might not notice this happening on day one or even month two; however, by six months they'll look like they've been around longer than they actually have--and maybe even need some new laces!

Choose your black dress shoe based on how long you'll be wearing them.

The amount of time you'll be wearing your black dress shoes will have a significant impact on which pair is right for you.

If you're going to be wearing them for a long period of time, comfort should take priority over style. Look for a shoe with an upper made from leather or suede and a padded footbed that conforms to your foot's natural shape over time--this way, even if the leather gets worn down around the edges (which can happen when it stretches), it won't pinch or rub anywhere else on your foot like some cheaper materials may do after hours of wear.

If you're only going to wear these shoes once or twice before returning them, consider getting something flashy!

A little bit more flair will make sure everyone knows what kind of guy owns them without being too much; just remember not to go overboard with shiny buckles/studs/etc., because they might look tacky when paired with other outfits later on down the line (see: "shiny" rule).

Conclusion

Well, that's it! You've learned everything you need to know about mens black dress shoes and how to pick the right pair for your wedding. If you want something even more formal than what we've covered here, check out our article on men's white shoes. We hope this helps make your special day even better!

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[reficu1]

Yandere Izuru Kamukura x reader. Part 3

Part 1. Part 2. description of deaths

"The main thing is to develop your talent, and not go to classes." Izuru tried to leave you in this room, although not particularly, then he put pressure on you.

"You are already starting to look like a yandere." You state this fact, he immediately lags behind you and every time the same thing.

It has already gone for three after this incident. Nagito was declared missing, but for you every day he is "aquarium", Izuru kept his word. Komaeda plays a role in your happy "pet" family. Every evening before going to bed you come and tell what is happening in your life, to which you always get a nod of your head, and when you are about to leave:

“Are you happy?” You always ask in the end.

Always receiving different gestures in response, as if he had been waiting for this all his life, but his eyes betrayed him, which asked and begged for your warmth. It hurt to look at it, but I thought it was a good punishment for him and his deeds. And she left.

"Y / N!" Just entered the territory of the Academy, as you hear that your name is. This is clearly Peko with Fuyuhiko. These two have always been there for you and supported you more than the rest.

“Hi.” You turn around and you recognize these two. Today, as you know, I plan to eat cake with you. They don't let you sour alone.

“Let’s share this cake at dinner,” Fuyuhiko suggested, “I wanted to please you with my cooking, but it didn’t work out,” Peko said with a touch of sadness.

"Don't worry, it'll work out next time," Peko began to return to her normal state.

The time you spent in their company, I realized how caring they are. They always gave up everything because of your sad eyes. Together with them, you lost track of time and did not notice how dark it was, and you had to return to that gray room.

“Something Peko is late with tea,” Fuyuhiko informed the thoughtful.

"But? Yes." He came out of a trance and behaves as if he is gathering strength,

"Y/N, could you meet me, I need to tell you something."

“Yes, of course,” you answer and hear how the door opens and a latecomer enters, it feels like she was specially standing outside the door, but this is not so important, somehow, what worries the guy.

Time really passed quickly, but there was some tension. Going to this meeting place, I hoped that it was not so terrible. After all, with her "optimism" she invented this. Here you notice Fuyuhiko, who is very worried:

“Y/N,” pauses and sighs, “will you be my lover?” If you refuse, then I will understand - because of the nerves, he fiddles with his tie.

“She has a boyfriend,” that voice.

Izuru is very smart and attentive, especially to you. So he immediately found out everything and just watched from the sidelines. Just now I decided to act, led you away under the surprised and sad look of Fuyuhiko.

"What? Where?" Although she knew the answer, but you asked him out of surprise, "why did we stop?"

"I will answer only one." Turned your head and did not let it turn away, "you should look at your classmate."

You watch Fuyuhiko looking at his shoes. It looks like he's broken and trying to pull himself together. Some puppy is distracting you. Returning to a friend. You see the picture. Kuzura is undermined by a bomb. A bright fire flared up in one moment and went out. Body parts fall to the ground. You hear the screams of people, but the loudest of all Peko. She runs to him, her legs become wobbly and falls to the pavement. He wipes his knees into blood, trying to collect it back, but often misses because of the tears, which, like a veil in his eyes, did not allow him to see at least something in his path. Peko found Fuyuhiko's head, brought it to hers, and began to sob.

“Come on, that’s enough for you,” he presses on your carotid artery and carries him home in his arms.

You wake up the next morning alone in a room. Izuru is not. Nagito is still sleeping. You don't want to wake him up, so you quietly pack up and run to Peco's house. Find out and support her. The main thing is not to consider that it is you who is to blame for the death of the master. You knock, but the door is open.

"Um, Peko, are you home? The shoes are here." You call her, but no one responds in response.

This is alarming, you go into the kitchen and see the body of a friend, pierced with a knife and obviously more than once.

Her hands are still holding the handle, indicating suicide. You come closer, you notice your joint photo. She can no longer be helped. And you can't help. You touch her white cheek, as if porcelain, on which there were tears only a few hours ago. You notice wet stains from tears on the sleeves of her shirt. After sitting a little longer, you wanted to call the cops, only the connection was cut off and you did not succeed.

Having lost all your strength, you come back, deciding that they won’t see you in class today. While you were walking, you thought about how to take revenge on Izuru and decided that death is the best punishment, but since you are physically poorly developed, you can poison him. When you get home, you still don't find Izuru, and that's good.

"Nagito!" You notice that he woke up, you run to him, "Nagito, this happened here," I decided to share all my experiences and plans, what you want to do, and he looks at you and listens carefully, - we will all be free and you, you too.

You move away from the "aquarium" and take out a hammer to free Komaeda. Glass cracks, formalin comes out. More blows and Nagito's body is in your lap, you take off his oxygen mask.

"Y/N-san, I'm so glad to die in your hands, until they are stained with blood," stretches out his hand to your face, but they won't reach, because the mask contained a gas, because of which the body will take oxygen like poison, it works quickly and there is nothing you can do to him.

"They, already," nothing, you won’t say anything, because there is not enough air in your lungs and you are suffocating, so many people died because of you.

You feel a lot of guilt about it. You decide to put an end to this. Preparing tea for you, as if to calm down. Immediately add glass powder to it and brew it. Hear him coming in

“Two cups, you’re waiting for me,” he talks aloud very close to you.

"Yes, I decided to calm down," he closely follows your every action, you attract him a ready-made drink.

"Thanks," only he takes your tea and drinks it, "what? Poisoned drink do not want to? Drink."

Makes you drink it all. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed, laying you comfortably, you began to wait for your death, but for now he decided to dilute the silence:

“Ah, I knew that this would all end, even in the hospital I placed a bomb in Fuyuhiko’s body, I knew about his feelings for you, and Peko couldn’t stand the death of his master,” he stopped watching your reaction, but continued again, “here , only I'm surprised that you broke the glass and killed Nagito with your own hands, that's what I love about you. You have such a face now, you don't need to just close your eyes.

He holds his hand and closes your eyes. You won't open them again. You stop breathing and do not know what is happening now. Izuru drinks some kind of flask and goes somewhere.

He returns with black bags, and in them are the bodies of your friends: Peko and Fuyuhiko. Brings everyone to this dead party. Kamukura looks different, his strength is already leaving, like the time of life. In that test tube there was a poison that kills slowly and this time is enough for Izuru's idea. He finds thread and a needle. Fuyuhiko collects it back and sews it together with Peko so that they will not be separated after death. Now Nagito sews you on the left, and on the right himself to you. Having finished work, he lays down next to him and waits for his death.

[wasbangtanhome]

late, late, late | KSJ

banner made by bangtanhome! (me)

Summary: Is he late? Yes. Were you mad? Yes. Was it a special day? Yes, yes, yes! You had everything prepared and you just wanted your boyfriend to come home. Now.

Pairing: Office worker!Kim Seokjin x F(Reader) | also kind of dom!Jin

Warning: 18+. Smut in the form of: pwp, provocative dress, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hehe), oral sex (M receiving), fingering, use of the word "slut", cumming inside, impact play (ass and pussy). also he used the L word.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's note: Short and sweet to start off my journey here on tumblr!! I hope you enjoy it and to please please let me know about any improvements. I worked really hard on it! Also my first smut fic! Also, also, there are not a lot of pet names ever since I saw the post about what Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin would call their lover. I got super sappy.

From the kitchen window, you have a clear view of the entrance leading to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend. The sun has set and it's well past dinner time but you have yet to see his face walking up the steps, blowing a kiss at your general direction.

You chew the inside of your cheek. He's late, you thought, peering out the window for the nth time while drying the dishes. You can't help but worry. Seokjin usually calls if he picked up an extra shift, but your phone has yet to move.

Today marks a year of the two of you living together. The year hasn't treated you kindly. A while back, your company had some budget cuts. Your department was abolished and unlike the lucky coworkers that were transferred, you were a part of the handful that received severance pay.

You figured going back to work would be easy, especially with your qualifications. However, you have yet to get a call from any of the places you applied to. With you unable to work, you spend your days maintaining the apartment. Your boyfriend, his smile ever present, told you he would just have to take more shifts.

‘You know, ______, housework is really hard to do,’ he remarked. ‘Besides, I make more than enough money to support us both.’

You smiled at your boyfriend then. It was true, there wasn’t really a need for you to go to work. You eased up on your stress over not finding work and dutifully cleaned the apartment.

You trudged your way to the entrance of the apartment. Head resting on the front door before unlocking it with your key. Seokjin was drinking tea by the window sill, looking as ethereal as ever. He noticed you had entered the apartment, smiling lovingly at you.

Before he had a chance to say hello, you broke the news about what happened during work. Instantly, your boyfriend came towards you, his smile faltering as he saw the state you were in. The fatigue in your bones left you slumped on the ground.

Seokjin did not say a word, opted to close and lock the door behind you before sinking to his knees to meet you at eye level.

‘Hey,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

He nudged your shoulder and you fell to his embrace. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You whimper softly as you seize his dress shirt, hot tears falling on his dress shirt, turning the color a shade darker than it was. Your knuckles turned white as your chest rose and fell rapidly, ragged breathing moaning the loss. And yet, your Seokjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hugging you tightly, not saying a word.

‘Sorry,’ you remembered mumbling as the coil in your stomach loosened.

‘Don’t be sorry, _____, there’s no reason for you too,’ he whispered back.

Silence fell before he piped up. ‘What do you call a bike that can’t stand on its own?’ he waggled his eyebrows when you looked at him, confused at what he’s saying. It took you a good moment to know that he was joking.

‘Two-tired!’ he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. You smiled at your lover and before long, laughed along with him; his joy infecting your sadness.

He took out his handkerchief, wiping the streaks of tears away and giving it to you. At his gesture, you snickered before dissolving once more into tears. He had fretted then, worried that he had done something wrong.

‘I’m so lucky,’ you mumbled in tears. ‘Lucky to have you as my boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.’

He smiled softly at your comment, proceeded to pull you in his lap. ‘So, what do you want to do now?’

‘Easy,’ you sniffled, plastering a smile on your face. ‘We order fried chicken and drink!’

Seokjin had looked at you funny, surprised to hear you crave alcohol. Your smile was infectious and he ruffled your hair to agree. ‘That’s my girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Let’s find you an even better paying job, okay?’

He was so enthusiastic, making the tragedy that happened to you that day seem so… trivial. You got drunk that night, your body not used to the alcohol.

You smile softly at the memory that happened after, your boyfriend’s hair stuck to his face, panting heavily as you came all over him. You try to push the memory away, focusing instead on your task at hand, but the damage was done- you're wet.

You chew on your bottom lip, hands traveling lower, touching your folds.

I’ll just start without him.Something nagged at your brain, and as your fingers sought out your clit, you realize how unsatisfying it would be without your boyfriend coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

You moan, anticipation and desperation threatening to consume you. Distracting yourself, you went through your mental checklist again. Skimpy apron? Check. Food? It’s cold because it’s been in the fridge, but check. The line that you’ve been practicing for the past few months to win over your boyfriend? Check, check, and check.

You glance again and the parking lot was empty now, its residents taking space in their respective homes. No sign of Seokjin.

You huff, grabbing your phone and pressing the on power roughly, almost causing it to clatter on the ground. Almost. Your screen flickers on and you see an image of him smiling back at you. You stuck your tongue out at his face, and punched a string of numbers you know by heart.

The line rang for a long time. You were about to let it go to voicemail. At the last second, you hear a tired voice answer you.

“Darling?” Seokjin’s voice was gruff and sleepy. You can make a mental image of him running a hand through his hair. He sounded distracted, probably looking at his spreadsheets as the numbers start to blur together.

"Hi," you try cheerfully, clearing your throat, hoping he can’t hear the anticipation across the phone. You cradle the device between your ear and your shoulder before brushing lint from your apron. "Are you coming home soon?"

Seokjin looked at his watch, knowing something was clearly bothering you. Looking at the time, he scrambled to his feet: 19:32.

"Wh-Wha--?" came the stunned response. You hear Seokjin push his chair back and the familiar beep of his computer turning off. You laugh quietly as you hear doors slam and his voice echoing in the staircase.

"Oh, _____, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what time it was," he pants, high on adrenaline trying to get home as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, ______. I'll be home soon. You can start eating without me, okay?"

You feel a grin paint your face, relief that he was at work. "I'm okay! You must be hungry, love. Just glad you're finally coming home. I can't wait to see you. Drive safe!" you exclaim hurriedly, knowing he won’t want to call when he’s driving.

He murmured a confirmation and you ended the call. Seokjin may be late but there’s still cause for celebration. Settling the butterflies in your stomach, you open the fridge door to take out the food you had prepared earlier, heating them up.

You finally see a familiar figure run from his parking space. His dress shirt untucked and he stopped for only a moment to blow a kiss towards you. His hair clung to his scalp, his tie was loose, and his eyes shining with adoration. You waved back quickly before seeing him disappear into the building.

Seokjin expected you to be angry, ready to apologize for coming home so late. At the very least, he expected a hug, you seemed happy enough, asking how his day was in the office. What he didn’t expect was you in an apron… wearing nothing else. His eyes roamed your body, stunned at the lack of clothes, briefcase dropping heavily on the floor.

"Are you going to close the door?" he heard you ask.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he closed and locked the door, sliding out of his work shoes. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you approached him.

You hear him gasp as you get closer, his face incredulous. You pressed your chest towards his, relishing in his ears turning red.

"Now,” you smirk and grab a hold of his tie. “Would you like to start with dinner,"-- you croon as you fling it behind you.

"-a bath,” you say seductively as you open the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. “-or me?" you finish, dress shirt completely unbuttoned as you watch his delicious figure.

You don't often see your boyfriend at a loss for words. But this... this was something else. Seokjin opened and closed his mouth, blinking rapidly. You hid your smile behind closed lips, enjoying the fact you’re making him squirm.

"What did you make for dinner?" he stammered, forcing a chuckle.

You waved at the table. "The works, japchae, fried chicken, corn, kimchi… You know, our favourites."

"Huh..." he managed, swallowing. Seokjin knew how hungry he was when he left the office, but he couldn't seem to focus on the steaming delicacies on the table. He turned his gaze back to you, slowly closing the distance between your lips.

"Good answer," you murmur.

"Didn't know it was a test," he whispered, dipping his head back down, claiming your soft lips once more.

You smiled into the kiss, content that he was finally home. His hands stopped trembling as it snaked lower. One hand circled your waist, the other trailing soft circles on your back. You shivered at his delicate touch, arching your back into his hand to feel more.

Seokjin seemed to understand your signal and lifted you up, making your way through the living room to reach your bed. Once you landed with a soft plop, he continued the kiss. Heat was rising to his cheeks as he fully shrugged his dress shirt off, returning shortly to connect his lips to yours.

"Jin, I can't see... it's too dark in here," you whined, feeling your skin burn where he touched your body.

You did not receive an immediate response from your beloved, only hearing the thud of a belt on the floor and you hoped his pants came off with it.

"I think it's the perfect amount of light to make you squirm," he whispers. You feel the mattress sink with his weight and the heated kiss resumes, your hands flying to tug at his hair with urgency. You start to feel feverish from the kiss, trying desperately to connect your hips to something so you can feel the first waves of pleasure. You’ve been waiting for such a long time.

He smiles at your impatience and starts tweaking your clothed nipple. "Off..." you whined, wanting the apron gone.

Seokjin slipped the shoulder straps down. You arch your back and he untied the ribbon holding everything together easily. He threw it over his shoulder and finally, his large palms directly touched your tits. He sucked on a nipple while his hands were busy, roaming every inch of your body. You moaned underneath him, thrusting your chest upwards to give him more access.

"Mmm..." you sigh as his hand travelled south and pressed onto your clit.

"You're so wet already," he released your nipple, chuckling darkly. "Have you been waiting all day? Did you want to be fucked that badly?"

You winced at his words. He continued circling your clit, waiting patiently for your answer. "Well?"

"Yes, darling," you pant out. "I have been waiting all day for you! Ah- and you were late," you whined pathetically.

He chuckled again, muttering apologies under his breath while he continues to play with your clit, your nipple back in his mouth. You knew you were going to get a real apology after you're done, but this was enough.

You felt his finger enter your pussy, testing out to see how tight you were. Your eyelids fluttered shut as he added another finger, eliciting a moan from you.

"Yeah? You like that?" came the breathy response.

Your head spun as he curled his fingers at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb pressed and circled on your clit, his pace getting faster and his thrusts getting deeper.

"Jin, I'm close," you squeak out, squirming at his unrelenting force. Your high was right there, waiting for your undoing. But your boyfriend had other plans and his thrusts stopped completely before you came.

You whined, your hands tugging at his hair dangerously. Frustration swept overr your face as it turned even more crimson than his ears. "J-Jin..." you grumble weakly, catching your breath. Your cunt squeezed at nothing when he removed his fingers completely.

"Wanted to feel you cum on my dick," was his simple response.

In the fog of your pleasure, you weren't aware of his veiny cock rapidly growing harder, tip already leaking precum. You stared, dazed as he pumped his length. You also had other plans when you moved to the floor.

You licked a stripe down from the tip to the base, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. His eyes fluttering shut when you look up, his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth.

You suck lightly at first, taking care that your teeth don't make contact with his sensitive member and begin bobbing to a rhythm. He groaned as you stuffed your mouth with his cock, hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

"Ah- ________, ah-, can I move?" he huffed out, unable to form sentences without groans.

You moaned to signal your affirmation and he used your hair as leverage to pull you closer to the base. You struggled and gagged, feeling so fucking full. You whimper as he held you there, his head falling back with a groan.

Seokjin snapped his hips, thrusting deeper into your throat. The sensation made you moan, tears blurring your vision. He picked up the pace when he saw you, loves the view of you struggling with his cock in your mouth.

He loved to ruin you, would never admit that out loud, but seeing his lover whimper and sob because he was too big made him moan. Seokjin was holding your head in place, letting his hips do all the work. You groaned out, the vibrations on his cock almost sent him over the edge.

You knew he was close. In ragged breaths, he was saying how beautiful you were, how well you were taking his cock, how amazing you felt, and all the sweet nothings you often hear. However, when his thrusts turned messy, an indication that he was close, you shifted backwards and his beautiful cock fell out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, careening forward. He held your head in place for balance, not wanting to fall, worried he hurt you somehow. However, he was greeted with a teasing grin. "Payback, love," was all you said smugly.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons that way. But you couldn't help it, knowing the wonderful outcome that awaits you.

He growled, anger flaring with every second that passed since you denied his release. "Bed. Now,” he muttered under his breath. You obliged at his command, though you did it slowly, never taking your eyes of him

This side of Seokjin rarely comes out to play. He was always worried he'd hurt you.

‘Yeah, that's the point,’ you snorted, recalling the memory of explaining what you wanted like he was 5.

Even still, this was a welcomed surprise. You made a mental note of how you pushed his buttons that day, hoping to recreate it in future events.

You were about to sit on the bed when you turned around, climbing on all fours instead, excited about what he would do to you.

“That’s not what I asked you to do, slut” he chuckled, waiting for you to get settled. You teased your ass, moving it closer towards his dick before pulling back.

You didn't anticipate the first slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. You moaned, wiggling your ass towards his face, eyes shining bright with lust.

"Ah- you like being spanked, huh?” Seokjin said, scratching his chin. “Who knew you'd this much of a slut."

You moaned at the word, loving when he said such mean things to you. Your knees buckled when the next smack wasn’t on your ass. He clicked his tongue as he watched your juices flow out from having your cunt smacked. Seokjin reached gingerly towards your clit, teasing it to ease the pain.

"Oh?" he said simply before smacking you again, this time back at your ass. He alternated between slapping your ass and your sopping cunt, the uncertainty of where the next pain would land causing you to see stars.

You whimpered and whined underneath him. Fully lying on your stomach, your ass no longer in the air. You held a pillow, moaning into it, praying the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise. "J-Jin... please fuck me."

"Huh, I didn’t know this one could beg," he chuckled. The thought of him being with another slut left a twinge in your chest, but that jealousy subsided when he slapped you hard this time, snapping your mind from your thoughts. There was some shuffling behind you and you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, Seokjin coating his erection with your juices.

"Shit- it's so slippery..." he said mockingly, "slipping" past your cunt. "I can't seem to get it in."

His teasing left you desperate, clinging so hard on to the pillow that your knuckles started to turn white. And just as you felt the anticipation was too much, Seokjin thrusted into you fully, his girth entering you all at once, not caring that you usually needed time to adjust to his cock.

Seokjin dragged you closer towards him, your legs off the bed. He held your neck down with his arm and thrusted hard into your cunt. Before long, you begged silently as your high approaches, hoping that this time your boyfriend would let you cum.

"Baby, I- I'm close."

"Are you now, sweetheart?" You nodded and whimpered at his question. Your voice was getting higher, moans filling your small bedroom.

And he stopped again.

You buried your face in the pillow to scream. You were so agonizingly close and he denied you just like that. Tears fall out of your eyes now, you hiccup and sob, glaring daggers at him.

Normal Seokjin would've scooped you into his arms, a myriad of apologies would spill from his mouth.

But not this time. Instead, he grabbed your hips with his muscular arms before flipping you over so you lay flat on the bed. His cock went back inside, thrusting slowly while he spun circles on your sensitive folds.

"Please-" You breathe in deep, trying to stabilize your hiccups.

"One more for me?" he asked. His voice low and husky.

You start shaking your head, pleading, no- you couldn’t do it again. You were begging him to let you cum. He continued his shallow thrusts and his attention on your clit. You sigh underneath him, overstimulated beyond belief.

"One more," he insisted and leaned close to your ear. "For one whole year of living together." He nibbled on the shell before moving down to your neck. "Please?" You moan when he sucked on the delicate flesh.

You melted into his embrace and nod. "One more."

Perhaps you should've considered longer. Perhaps it was your lust-addled brain that made you say yes. Perhaps you should not have fallen for his devilish charm. But it’s all too late now as he lay on the bed, and you climbed over him.

"Mmph..." you moan, throwing your head back while you grind your pussy on his cock. You snuck a glance below only to find seeing your boyfriend drowning in pleasure.

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead with his. Seokjin's eyes open gently. He pants quietly as he cups your face, gently stroking it with his thumb. An angelic smile spreads upon his face, love and affection in his eyes. You whined as you continue riding him, trying to chase your own high while helping him with his, picking up the pace.

You were still moving a bit too slowly for his liking so he thrusted his hips to match your movements. It sent shivers down your spine and you moan deliciously.

"Baby, I can't- ah- Jin..." you pant, bouncing and grinding on his cock, just then realizing how close you actually were. You expected the stop, but it didn't make it any easier. Your boyfriend stopped his movements and held your hips firm, causing your body to convulse.

Seokjin sat up quickly, hugging and kissing your face profusely. "You did such a good job, ______." he said, his apologies in the form of kisses. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "You were so pretty bouncing on my cock like that."

You sigh and smiled weakly at him, "Can I rest?" you asked meekly.

You hear him genuinely laugh. His friends always said that his laugh sounded like windshield wipers. But to you, it sounded like wind chimes dancing in the summer.

Seokjin grabbed you and laid you down on the bed gently. He turned to his side and stroked your hair. You faced him, a content smile on your face as you also stroke his cheek.

"I love you."

The sudden confession made you halt. You knew Seokjin meant it. However, he does not say I love you very often. He shows his love with physical touch and "have you eaten?" questions that make you feel so happy he cared. But hearing him say he loved you almost made you cry. Almost. You had enough tears for the day.

"I love you too, darling."

You scoot closer to kiss him, tongue asking permission to enter. He groans when they collide. Your spare hand moved down and stroked his softening cock gently but he sprung up instantly.

"I kinda blue-balled you, sorry," you broke the kiss sheepishly. Seokjin just chuckled and continued the kiss, moving on top of you.

“Are you okay for more?” he asked, back to his usual self.

You nodded enthusiastically.

His cock slid in effortlessly, your pussy already wet and stretched out enough to take him in without any discomfort. Pleasure caused your body to groan. You wanted so badly to come.

He held up both your legs and toyed with your clit. He was able to thrust easily into you. He started out slow, making sure that you were actually okay before it turned manic, his cock going in and out of you with such force.

You whined when his thumb pushed harder on your clit, feeling your walls clench at his huge dick.

His cock going deeper and deeper inside you combined with him touching your clit was all it took. You were suddenly right there, at the edge of pleasure before you snap. You yell his name, your voice getting increasingly higher. You look at him with desperate eyes.

"Cum on my cock, ____," he groaned, marveling at how tight you were getting.

He kept the pace and soon, you were moaning his name, your juices creaming his cock. You loved being filled. You were so full as your walls clenched around him.

A few more hard thrusts and he joined you in pleasure. "Ah- _____," he moaned out as your walls were painted white. You winced when you thought Seokjin was going to fall on top of you, though he caught himself at the last second.

He slid out of you with a hiss and ran to get a towel to clean you up. After he was done, the towel was placed in the laundry basket, along with all the clothes that were discarded from the floor. You roll your eyes, knowing how neat your boyfriend was.

He plopped right next to you and you cuddled closer, throwing an arm over his muscled abdomen.

"Hi," he sighed out in bliss, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "Happy one year anniversary of living together, my dear."

His head dipped towards your and you both nuzzle your nose at each other. "Happy one year, Jin."

"So," he started, clearing his throat. "I can tell you liked getting spanked. Push my buttons some more and maybe it'll happen more often," he laughed at his own comment., waggling his eyebrows at your direction.

This time, it was you who were at a loss for words. You shook your head, rolling your eyes before snuggling so close to him. You found the perfect spot on his chest, as always, pulling the blankets towards the both of you.

He removed himself from underneath you and stared seriously into your eyes. "I know I don't say it enough,"-- you smiled as you notice his ears turning red again-- "but I meant what I said. I do, love you, ____." He held your gaze and you found the strength to sit up slightly to kiss him.

"I know, Jin. This was enough. You are enough."

You've never seen him so giddy and he kissed your forehead again, finally settling down.

"Good night, Kim Seokjin. I’ll clean the food in the morning," you say drowsily.

"Don’t worry, let me get it. Good night, soon-to-be Kim _____," he whispered. You heard the comment but you were tired to ask what he meant. In the morning, you thought to yourself. I'll deal with that in the morning.

When you finally slept, soft snores filling the room, Seokjin got up, carefully detangling him from your arms. You protest slightly but rolled over, not waking up. He padded softly to the kitchen to put the food away. Washing his hands, he looked to the bedroom once more to make sure you were indeed asleep, before opening his briefcase.

Inside, there was a small blue box and Seokjin opened it gingerly, fearing the worst. He sighed in relief as the band reflected a light coming from outside, still intact even though he dropped it earlier. He closed the small box and placed it back in his briefcase.

Seokjin came back to the room to find you had gotten up, hands rubbing your eyes. “Where did you go?”

“Bathroom and grabbed a glass of water,” he lied casually, praying that you didn’t see anything, his heart hammering in his chest.

You mumbled something and he sighed in relief, putting on a pair of boxers before snuggling you close, kissing your forehead.

All characters depicted in this fic are 18+ and fictional.

Any resemblance is just a work of fiction.

All rights © bangtanhome.tumblr.com

Posted on 04.13.2021 at 11:11am GMT+7.

[catzula]

A kiss to warm your heart

A/N: Ahh I missed writing for Bakugou and its been a while since I had this much fun writing anything, I hope you guys enjoy it too >:(

And uh lets not make this one flop pls 😦

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warning: cursing

Genre: fluff! Mutual pining, some jealousy but not very prominent

Synopsis: going to a skiing trip for the weekend with you friends sounds like a good idea (not as much when you realize your crush, Bakugou Katsuki is coming, too!), but it's a bit hard to actually get to skiing when you can't ride the chair lift.

"Dips on the bed next to the window!" Mina rushed into the room, throwing herself on the said bed. You sent her a fake pout as you settled on the other bed, not really caring about it's location, but it was fun to guilt-trip Mina. She gave you a crooked grin as she laid her luggage on the ground, already unpacking.  

"Change into your skiing clothes, Kiri told me we're going to go skiing in about half an hour."

"What? No! We just came, I'm tired." You protested, throwing yourself on the fluffy hotel bed, groaning and hoping you looked as yitrd as you felt so she would leave you alone.

"Y/N, stand up and wear your ski clothes? Please?" Mina held you by the arm, lulling you off the bed and thinking you were a little too strong for your own good.

"Oh, come on," she groaned when you sent her a 'leave me alone, I'm tired' look, "We're only here for two days, and we should use every chance we have! Also, it's tea time, and they are serving those little free cookies, so I'm sure you'll feel better if you just ate one."

"Yeah, all I need is cookies." You scoffed, making her grin. "Nope, all you need is Bakugou." Mina turned to the mirror and fluffed her hair, trying to look as indifferent as she could, failing at hiding her sly grin as she gave you a few seconds of silence to reconsider. 

You sighed as you rushed down the stairs, evening your pace with Mina's. You always hated walking in ski clothing since it made you feel like a burrito: overheated, wrapped with layers and layers of clothing which rustled each time you moved, and very uncomfortable.

"Free cookies, you say? Are there brownies, too?"

~~~

You knew she wanted to talk about something by the way she kept turning at you and fidgeting her hands. "What is it?" You asked when Mina glanced at you for the fortieth time the last few minutes. "If it's about you-know-who, I don't wanna hear it, though." 

"Mina-" you started to talk, but she stopped you before you could argue, although you were itching to go downstairs already because you felt like you were going to have a stroke if you stood indoors with these clothes. "Don't Mina me, and you know this is your best chance to confess to him! What are you even waiting for, for him to confess first?"

"Uh, yeah?" 

"Oh, come on!" She groaned, emphasizing the last word. "If you want to tell him, this is your chance!" 

"Well, you're out of luck, then." Mina booped your nose. "We are talking about the worlds biggest tsundere after all. I doubt he'd say anything before you do."

She was right, and you knew it. "I know," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the way she grinned proudly. "But I'm not- I don't want to damage our friendship, you know? And I'm not ready for a rejection." You laughed wryly to ease the tension you were feeling. 

"Rejection? Are you serious? You guys are so obvious that even Denki asked me if you were secretly dating. You are almost already dating, just neither of you accepted the feelings towards the other." 

Well, it was true. You and Bakugou were a little closer than friends, maybe, but him every so often flirting with you or you meeting his gaze whenever you looked at him (which happened quite often, you had to admit) didn't necessarily mean he liked you back, did it? 

"I'll- I'll do my best." You smiled at her, trying to change the subject since you were in the entrance of the sitting area. "Let's go eat something already. Do you see them?" 

"Oh, I see Kiri." She spotted, grinning when she saw Bakugou frowning right next to him. "Look, Bakugou's there, too. Hey guys!" She waved at them, running towards the duo and pulling you along. You could see how his gaze snapped up at hearing Mina's voice, the red eyes finding yours immediately and a smirk replacing the frown on his lips. 

He had no right to look this good even with snowboard clothes. His spiky hair messy because of the big ski glasses that rested on top of his head, the black, skin-tight thermals enhanced his well-built body, and his orange-striped ski pants looked like they fit him perfectly. You had to admit you were maybe a bit excited to see him snowboarding down the mountain.

"What, see something you like?" He grinned, whispering so only you could hear, frowning almost immediately after that when he turned to Mina. "Took you guys long enough."

"Yeah, don't tell me that, it was her who needed 30 minutes of convincing, although it was pretty easy to convince her after I said- well, never mind what." She grinned villainously when you sent her an 'I'll push you of a cliff if you say one more word' look.

Bakugou quirked a brow at the pink-skinned girl's sudden change of behavior but decided not to think about it much. "Oh my God, I'll pass out let's go ski already!" Kirishima chimed in, pulling on the thermals he was wearing that clung to him like a second skin, and you could feel the eyes that were looking his way as you walked through the lobby. "These clothes are waaay too warm to be wearing inside." He added, fanning himself with his hands.

He was right, and you felt suffocated, too, the clothes too warm, too tight, too much and too heavy, there were too many things to carry with you, all your hands occupied with another ski gear, and you were itching to throw them and run outside to the snow screaming.

You were glad when your friends complied, all making their way to the ski room. You spotted Mina running towards you, and her ski pants pouches were suspiciously full with something that resembled cookies. You quirked a brow at her, pointing at her bulky pockets, only to earn a grin from her. "You know, its a little snack for us to eat when we get hungry or bored on the longass chair lift ride."

"Hey Mina, send me a cookie!" Denki waved to you, making Mina grin knowingly. "See? There's demand."

You chuckled as you entered the ski room. Bakugou was already sitting on the bench, a jet black snowboard right beside him, the crimson of his eyes contrasting with the black of his board and clothes beautifully. His eyes raised to you when you entered the room, a smirk finding its place on his soft lips when your eyes wandered over the pretty snowboard. 

You couldn't look away as he leaned forward to tie his shoes, arms flexing as he tightened them to fit his legs better, and your need to go running to the snow and maybe scream a few minutes had suddenly increased.

You were approaching him when you felt someone lightly touch your arm. It was a guy around your age, you noticed, smiling widely at you, and you could tell he worked there by the tag on his chest. Shindou Yo, it read. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, thank you." You muttered, feeling somewhat shy after taking a glance at his smiling face and noticing just how handsome he was. You followed him to the counter when he told you to come with you, making you forget the existence of the crimson gaze that was following you wherever you went. 

You didn't feel it, but Bakugou watched you as you gave your name and room number to the charming boy, unaware (or maybe aware?) to his flirty remarks as he pulled out the skiing gear you rented, smiling and giggling as he said something Bakugou couldn't quite hear. You finally realized the dirty looks the blonde was sending you as Shindou kneeled before you to help you wear the ski shoes and gears, but even then, you only smiled and waved at Bakugou, not noticing how he gritted his teeth. 

"Oh, fuck this." Bakugou muttered and raised to his legs, grabbing his snowboard and storming out of the room when Shindou laid his hand on your thigh to 'support' himself to stand up. "Bakugou?" You furrowed your brows and tilted your head when you noticed him sprinting outside. You quickly realized the rest of your friends had left, too. 

Thanking Shnidou, you stood up, running out of the room, only to sigh in relief when you noticed your friends had gathered right outside of the hotel, Sero trying to help Denki wear his ski gears, but both failing miserably. 

"Y/N, right here!" Mina called and waved at you, and it was hard not to see her in her shiny silver puffer jacket. "Oh, I thought you guys left without waiting for me." You spoke, breathless when you finally arrived next to them. 

"Aw, we would never!" Mina chuckled. "Bakugou would, though. Did, also." 

"What, he left?"

"Yep, said he was going to leave ahead since quote unquote, he couldn't wait for slow extras like us."

You frowned, you thought you would be together the whole day! So he wasn't going to stay with you guys for not even five minutes? "I'm going after him." You informed Mina, skiing as quickly as you could down the small slope, in which's end stood the beginning of the chair lift. 

You quickly spotted the spiky ash blond head, holding the giant indigo snowboard in his hands with a very grumpy look on his face. You sighed, and he looked pissed. "Bakugou!" You called out, trying to get to him before his turn in the line came, not so nicely pushing people in front of you to draw near him. 

"Bakugou!" You called once again, and this time you were sure he had heard but ignored you. "Hey, asshole!" You spoke, this time in a normal voice since you had finally drawn close to him, touching his arm to get his attention. 

"What're you doing here?" Bakugou asked without taking as much as a glance at you and making you narrow your eyes. "What do you mean, what are you doing here?" You snapped.

"I said, what are you doing here? What, did your new boyfriend leave you already?"

"New boyfriend? What the hell are you talking about?" But instead of getting a rational answer, instead of getting any response, you watched as he gave you a soft 'hmph!' and turn back in front of him. You would've pushed the subject if it wasn't your turn in the line, and you were already regretting this as you entered the chair lift right after him. 

~~~

"What the hell is your problem?" You muttered after sitting in silence for a good 15 minutes, you still had about 5 minutes till you landed, but it was enough for you to have and end this conversation, you thought.

"What is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? You were the one who chased me till here, after all." Bakugou growled in response, pulling the black ski mask down to his chin as he spoke. "I chased you because you left us and went ahead! We came here as a group, so why would you go off alone?"

"And what the fuck is this new boyfriend shit you're talking about?" 

"Oh, you just had to bring him up." Bakugou muttered under his breath. "Shut up, idiot. We're going to land in a minute, so raise your legs." He instructed, pulling the safety bar over your head when you complied. 

"You ready?" He asked when the chair came to the smooth surface, knowing very well how you struggled each time you landed from these things. "Okay," he answered when you nodded, instinctively taking your hand in his gloved ones, "one, two, jump!" 

He jumped with you, holding and pulling you to himself when you lost your balance despite his instructions, and you could feel the breath he exhaled as he chuckled on your hair. "Don't laugh!" You frowned, only making him laugh harder. "Whatever, come here so the next ones to jump won't run into you." Bakugou pulled you to the side. 

"Oh, look, Sero and Mina are in the ones right after this one!" You told and pointed to your friends, Mina waving in her hands in her seat like mad and shaking the chair in mid-air.

"I'm never riding this thing with Mina again." Sero took a breath of relief as they jumped down from the chair, too. "Don't worry the next ones are the single chair ones." Mina assured him with a cheeky grin, her response making both you and Bakugou gulp audibly. 

"Oh, fuck."

"Oh, no!" You cried out.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, that's okay, Y/N, even I fall sometimes!" Mina assured you, not aware of how your situation was. "No, you don't understand." You told her. "I suck at them! I have the 1 out of 20 chance of arriving at the end of them without falling!"

"Oh my god." You rubbed your temples.

"She can't ride those single seat ones for her life." Bakugou answered instead of you. 

"Yep, she's not even exaggerating." Bakugou assured her. 

"Are you sure, you know we can help-"

"Shut up, raccoon eyes." Bakugou growled at her, making her shrug and wait in the line. "Okay, now." Bakugou turned to you. "Stop being so stiff. It's fucking easy if you just relax."

Mina quickly became aware of how sincere you were with your 18th failed attempt at the single-seat chair lifts. "You guys go ahead," Bakugou finally told them. "I'll help this idiot and come right after."

"I'm sorry for not wanting to fall on my butt again!" You gritted through your teeth as you nervously eyed the lift. "You won't fall on your ass if you just do as I say!" Bakugou snapped back. "Look at me, dumbass. It's alright."

He frowned when you stood still. "Look, I'll sit at the one right after you, okay? I'll catch you if you fall."

"Promise?" You asked, smiling when he nodded. "Well then, let's do this."

You watched as Kirishima went first, Denki going second, Mina following him, and Sero going right after. "Your turn, dumbass." Bakugou nudged you. "Look, we can try it a few minutes later if you don't feel ready-"

"No, no, it's okay." You smiled. "I can do it if I know you're there to catch me."

And you did. 

For the first time that day, you managed to go more than a meter, still as stiff as ever, but a feeling of relief bubbling inside of you as you knew Bakugou was right behind you. "Whoo!" Mina cheered when she noticed you were riding it without falling the past minute.

"Did she do it?" Denki shouted from in front of you, and you giggled when you heard Kirishima whistling from the beginning of the line. "Did she do it, did she do- fuck!" You heard Denki's muffled curse, eyes widening in horror when you realized he fell as he tried to look back at you. 

The idiot he is, Denki didn't even think of skidding to the side so he wouldn't cause Mina to fall, too, but he did. Mina accidentally kicked the blond, who sat dumbly on the floor, with her ski gears when she tried to raise her legs so she wouldn't tangle with him, but she did anyway. 

"Oh, fuck, stand aside, stand aside!" Sero cried out, but the two on the ground were panicking and weren't thinking as they kept sitting in the middle of the path. Luckily, Mina managed to throw herself into the soft pile of snow the last second before Sero crushed into her, but Denki wasn't as quick. 

"Denki, don't you fucking dare!" You shouted.

"You fucking idiot! Stop it, you're going to make me fall, too!" Sero shouted when he noticed Denki was sitting there intentionally, reaching and grabbing Sero's seat, making the gear pull the both of them.

You would've laughed at the sight if you weren't so scared of falling, since watching Denki hang from a seat by hands and the rest of his body get dragged on the snow, his face and body buried in the snow and screams muffled by all the snow he was eating as Sero slapped his fingers and tried to kick him off, was a sight to behold. But you let out a silent scream when Denki let go of Sero's seat, eyes finding you, his next prey. 

"Kick him in the fucking face!" Bakugou shouted from right behind you, but you had lost your balance before you could even comply. Letting go of the rope you were holding on to, you let yourself fall on the snow and immediately retracting to the soft snow pile off the road. 

"Bakugou?" You turned around, and Bakugou couldn't help but think how cute you looked, face red from lying in the snow, hair tangled. "Did Denki make you fall, too?" You chuckled, not even trying to stand up, snow was pretty comfortable, you realized.

"You could say that." He shrugged.

You were laying face down on the snow, chest heaving as you waited for your heart to slow down. "What the fuck are you doing there, or are you dead?" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you. 

"What does that even mean?" You smiled knowingly. "Or did you jump after me?" 

"Hm, and what if I did?" He kneeled on the snow, leaning in, his face so close that his warm breath and caramel scent the only two things you could register for a few seconds. "I promised I'd catch you if you fell."

Bakugou hadn't expected to hear you chuckle when he said that, and he wasn't sure if he was happy or angry about it. "Well, you didn't do a good job, did you? I am lying in the snow, after all."

You had a point, and knowing that caused Bakugou to frown. "I'm leaving you here." He sighed, standing up and cruelly kicking some snow on your face, too.

"Hey, no, wait! Come back, Bakugou!" You cried out. "I can't stand up, my legs stuck!" It was true since your ski had sunk in the snow at a very odd angle when you threw yourself over it, making your ankle hurt when you moved it even an inch. "Bakugou! Please!" You called out one more time, not expecting him to sigh and turn back to help you. 

"How did you even do this?" Bakugou asked as he examined your leg, touching and pulling it slightly, rolling his eyes when you whined to tell him it hurt. "Stop being a baby."

"It hurts!" You answered at the accusation, feeling somewhat awkward as he inspected your legs closely, as you lay there watching the sky or playing with the snow, making snow castles, groaning every so often when he pulled at your leg. "Okay, I'll take off your ski now- Y/N, what the fuck? Stop playing with the snow and help me!" 

"What am I supposed to do- ow!" 

"I don't know... talk about your new boyfriend or something." He spoke, narrowing his eyes at the thought and pulling your leg a bit too harshly. "I untied the ski, but you have to pull your leg." He instructed. 

"I'm bored of this new boyfriend issue, I don't even understand what the hell you're talking about!" You whined as you did as he said and pulled your leg despite the sharp pain. You actually did have an idea of what he was angry at, but it was so dumb, you didn't even want to think he was jealous of a guy you talked to for 5 minutes tops.

"Ah, fuck." You moved your now fee leg, brows furrowing when you felt a sharp stab of pain. "I think I injured it."

"I'll take you back to the hotel." Bakugou sighed, sitting on the floor to untie his snowboard as well. "Can you walk?"

"I'm not sure." You answered honestly. It hurt a lot to walk in unpressed snow since it was already hard to walk in it without being injured. "Okay, wait a second." He stood up, leaning towards you. "Bakugou what are- oh." You stood still as he snaked his arms beneath your leg and back, pulling you to himself and lifting you to his chest. 

"I'm willing to bet you won't be able to walk." He huffed, his warm breath touching your neck. "Yeah, but are you sure you'll be able to carry me all the way to the hotel?"

You smiled when he quirked a brow at you as if to ask, are you challenging me?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He smirked proudly. "Are you okay? Comfortable? Is your leg okay?" 

"I'm fine, don't worry." You chuckled, leaning back into him and relaxing between his arms. It felt nice to be in his hold. "Let's go, quick, since I'm sure my new boyfriend's very worried too." You teased, your words bringing his movements to a halt. 

"I won't have mercy and drop you face into the snow." He growled, but you grinned cheekily. "No, you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Hm," you nuzzled to him, you could hear his quickening heartbeats. "I think you like me a bit too much for that." You muttered, feeling braver than you probably should, trying to hide your nervousness with a smile. 

"Well, maybe I do." He whispered, his eyes locked on your lips. "But I have another way to get back at him."

"And what's that?"

"I can kiss you, you know. Make him as jealous as I've been feeling this whole day."

You leaned towards him as well. "I'm not complaining." You smiled, closing the gap between your lips and smiling into the kiss. Bakugou could feel the warmth of the kiss spreading to his chest. 

[sweettodo]

A little push. ⟿ Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

word count : 3k.

includes : [ slight ] breeding kink , teasing, smut, pretty much a little dacryphilia

a lil valentines day gift for my lovelies. i hope you enjoy.

••

"I just don't know what to do, it's almost like he doesn't want to do anything with me at this point." Close to tears, sadness could be heard in your tone as your friends console you, attempting to give you advice. Your head in your hands whilst you rubbed your temples.

"No! No no, impossible." Mina reassures, "he just needs a little push, he's probably just nervous he’s gonna disappoint you."

"You know how shy he is, better than anyone else here"

You sigh, you were now officially out of ideas. This wasn't your first choice, but it had reached a point where disclosing to your friends the situation; desperate for their advice. "I know," throwing your back against Momo's bed, in complete despair, "I just don't know how to fix it, I can't break him out of his shell." What type of girlfriend were you? Why did you allow it to get this... this bad? There was no way to put it lightly, or nicely for that matter.

By ‘out of ideas’, you weren’t kidding. You had tried to get him into the shower with you, even teasing him while he worked, buying all the cute outfits you could think of to engine him, trying to get him to do it more often. But it was no use.

Shoto could not be a bigger prude nowadays.

Mortifying to ones ears- a shocked look plastered upon your friends' faces when you saw their reactions of complete bafflement, 'who would've thought?!' Or 'I would've thought he'd be the opposite!' They were beyond shocked, yes- Todo was quite and almost always reserved!

But it's almost always the quiet ones who are hung and the best in bed.

You shouldn't have been as embarrassed as you were- not as embarrassed as your boyfriend, but now you were in desperate need for advice on how to break the vicious cycle that went a little like this...

-

You and Todoroki watched a stupid action movie, your head snuggled into the crook of his armpit, one arm wrapped around you securly, your arm loosely around his waist, lazily sprawled across his body, in which he didn't mind at all. It was more or less silent throughout the movie, you loved these types of nights; with the daily, stressful and rough hero work you both were faced with, there was little to no time for you to be together for longer than an hour.

Your arm, which was laying atop your boyfriend's waist, copping a feel as you drag your arm back to your lap, the action causing his chest to tighten up at the slight touch. You eye him from the side, seeing that he was actually watching you intently as well. You wiggle yourself closer against him, he holds you tighter; you could never be close enough to him, he was like a teddy bear, one you could cling to all day. He caresses your thigh gently, although you were upset and neglected between the sheets, he strived in other things; that being kissing.

You peck his chin with a little kiss, he brings his head down so he can feel more of those little peppered kisses; you trail up his neck, his hand now squeezing your thigh a little tighter, pulling you onto his lap more so you could straddle his lap. His hands pressing against your hips, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Or at least you thought.

"I cant babe," he muttered under his breath, your face instantly falling into disappointment, she tilts his head, looking at you with understanding eyes, he seldom if ever let it get past making out; all because of one time where he butted a little too quick. At that point of he didn't even bother.

It was fucking selfish.

-

"We'll help you, just trust us." Momo pats your back, you were all ears.

Mina perks up excitedly, beginning her in depth lesson, which eerily enough she had seem like she was waiting for this moment. You three were going to help Todoroki, even if it meant you had to do all the work.

With your computer on your lap and your two best friends’ heads peering over your screen, you scrolled through the website with the things that you’d need to execute the plan, “fluffy? Or metal?” Momo questions, a finger tapping her chin.

“Metal.”

-

You couldn't peel your eyes off of the clock on your phone. You were anxious, the longer you watched the longer time was dragging on. 'Forty more minutes.' Nerves through the roof, heart pounding as you counted the minutes until you knew for sure your boyfriend would be on his way home.

Giving in, you giddily jump to your closet, bending down and grabbing the little pink bag hidden and tucked behind your jackets, grabbing the contents inside, the soft lace outfit you had bought online; Todoroki was far from privy to your plans, only the question, 'what's that' but then quickly dismissing it because he had to leave.

The cute little black scalloped bra and panties set with Shoto's favorite black stockings; that's what was in the bag. Throwing off your clothes and laying the set out on the bed while you threw your clothes in the basket, you were going to try to get him to make the first move for once, ultimately building up the confidence that he had so sillily lost.

You hadn't cared at all when it happened, but it was enough to send Shoto lock and key under the protection of a chastity belt, where he refused to even give sex any thought for the most part.

Todo and you have been together for close to three years; you do have sex- just no more than once every three months. You were going mad the more and more you thought about it, you were touch starved, and clearly he didn't care.

Turning around, slipping the lingerie on your body in front of the tall body mirror; Your tits sitting pretty in the see- through bra cups, the strings of the thong resting on the curve of your hips, you were so pleased with the way you looked, you took a few pictures in the mirror, ‘no harm in that’ you hum to yourself. If this didn't make him want to fuck you- shit, you'd fuck yourself. There was no way he would not become tempted by the lack of cloth on your body, your skin soft with lotion and the sweet spots around your body scented with his favorite perfume. Jumping on the bed, in anticipation, you knew he should be right around the corner from your apartment; this only made your heart pound out of your fucking chest more and more. There was no way you could fuck this one up, you’d be mortified.

-

"Are you sure about all that? I don't wanna get him mad at me." The idea was absolutely radical, you knew it was slightly out of your comfort zone... but your boyfriend? This was going to be torture for him, you almost felt guilty.

Momo, with the smug look on her face nods reassuringly, "that’s the whole point. Trust us."

-

Wrapping the pink silk robe around your body when you hear the familiar man kick the shoes off in the foyer, you were feeling as confident as ever. You walk down the hallway, peeking your head around the corner to see Todoroki unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process; looking relieved to be home, he catches your eyes, looking at you confused at your attire.

Smiling cheerfully, you see him start to smile, “Todo...” he heard the little whine in your voice, he was intrigued with your little antics, you finally come around the corner, meeting up with him half way and grabbing his wrist, “I have a surprise for you.”

He tenses up, but remaining silent and compliant. You tug him into the bedroom, the lights dimmed, you had prepared yourself how you were going to execute this plan, but you felt all over the place from your nerves. You nudge him onto the bed, he plops down, a shaky breath heard from his nostrils.

“Push back,” you command, he listens which makes you thrilled, you pick up his wrist, quickly reaching your free hand in the bedside table, the metal clanking in your hand; which doesn’t register in his head until he realizes he’s unable to move his right wrist.

“Y/n, what’s this?” You ignore him, snapping the other set of cuffs around the metal bed frame and his wrists, “what are you doing?” You slide off the bed, watching him tug at the metal, the devilish smile growing on your face as you watch him struggle.

“I wanted to surprise you, is that okay?” You bat your eyelashes, walking to the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to you, sitting there clueless and overwhelmed, Todoroki totally out of wack, you untie the little tie of your robe, his eyes grow wide, jaw clenching as he frantically tries to free himself.

Your robe pools at the base of your feet, getting back on the bed, you crawl onto his lap and straddle his lap, leaning down to his ear.

“Do you want me, Todoroki?” You purr, his body restless under yours, trying desperately to set himself free.

He takes in a deep breath of air, “you know the answer to that, y/n.” He retorts, now aware of the point of this whole charade, head slightly thrown back as you drag your fingers up to his neck, tilting his head to look at you. His hair falling in front of his eyes, you push back the multicolored strands to look back into his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take this off, yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his stomach rising and falling the further down you get. He was flustered, and you’ve never felt these powerful sparks igniting within your stomach, you had him falling apart at the seams.

And it was only the beginning.

You peel open his shirt, his eyes stalking you as you continue down his body, unbuttoning his work pants, “uncuff me, now.” He demands, you shake your head innocently.

“No.” He pulls and tugs, but it’s no use, “you’re gonna see how I’ve been feeling recently.” Sneering, you begin grinding against his growing cock, tugging the pants down his waist, the obvious tent making you chew down on your bottom lip, it was working. Your hands dipping down and releasing him from the black Calvin Klein boxers.

Breathing heavily, pushing his pants down to his knees, he was painfully hard, but only growing harder at the sight of you on top of him, he could see your tits inches from his face, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.

You slowly pump him in your hand, little groans spilling from his mouth, tossing his head back with his eyes shut, finally getting the touch he was longing for.

“Stop teasing, do it already.” He grits through his teeth, you giggle, dipping your head down, letting the spit on your tongue roll off and hit the tip, seeping down as he cringes, “y/n, let me go- fuckin’ now!” He thrashes at the cuffs, his eyes dark and angry.

Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, your hot mouth sends his head slamming against the headboard, his body finally relaxing from your agonizing teasing, you hum against his cock, swearing under his breath, the torturous feeling of your mouth slowly moving up as down his throbbing dick; it was all part of the plan.

Minutes later, you’re feeling his breathing pick up pace, his body twitching from under you, knowing he was close to releasing. You speed up as well, getting him as close as possible, being as sloppy as you could, spit spilling from your mouth as you make him look at you in the eyes whilst you deep throated him.

He was so so close.

Your lips leave his cock. He swings his head up, “what the fuck!” He booms, his cheeks red, his eyes glossed with complete and utter anger as he’s now desperately trying to find a way out of the restrains, the bars of your headboard bending from his strength at this point.

Todoroki was so mad, he didn’t even bat an eye at the way he was bending the bed frame that you both shared. The loud noise of the metal bending made the hair on your body stand up on its ends, you slip off of him, licking your lips; you watch in astonishment as he finally frees one hand, jolting up to free his other arm, your stomach is doing flips. He was fucking pissed.

Your boyfriend lifts the other handcuff off the bedpost, grabbing the little keys that were on the bed stand. Standing on your feet, you barely get the chance to make a run for it before you’re behind grabbed by the wrist, your front slamming onto the bed, Todoroki holding you by the back of the neck into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, y/n?” He taunts, “you wanted me to take my anger out on you right?” He gives you no time to answer, he rough hand tugging your lace thong to the side and getting on the bed on his knees to ensure he could maintain the strong hold on your neck.

“Well,” he begins, “that’s what you’re gonna get.” It took him no time to slide into you, letting out a loud groan, you’re barely able to move, he doesn’t allow you to look back at him as he begins drilling into you. Incapable of mustering up screams, they fall silent.

His cock hitting your cervix mercilessly, his hips slamming into your backside. He was going absolutely mad, you had never felt him do something like this; hitting new and foreign spots within your cunt that you didn’t even realize you had.

“You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?!” He pants, “you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your upper body up, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me, tell me princess, use your words.” He strains, your hand pudding against his v-line, which was your way of telling him to slow down.

“Sh-Shoto, I- Fuck,” you wail, the continuous pounding against your g-spot making you tremble, he knew it too.

“C’mon, say it or I’ll stop.” He repeats, hips knocking against you, he snakes his right hand around, using his index and middle to pinch your clit; sending you into a frenzy. You cry out, his fingers now working your clit bringing you right to your first orgasm almost instantly.

“Please Shoto, keep going.”

His fingers messily rub your clit, pussy clenching and sucking him in you release all over him, the cum dripping down your thighs and down his cock as you cry out a mantra of his name, tears streaming down your face, your free hand behind your head and gripping the thick hair in the back of his head.

He drops you back down, your weak body making it easier for him to quickly regain a grasp on the back of your neck to keep you back down and pinned, “make me cum princess, you’re doing such a good job- fuck- keep suckin’ me in like that.” He leans forward only a little to fix his angle, hand holding your hips in place as he chases his orgasm.

But you feel as if you two are far from done.

He slows, you were beyond shocked he had this self control, he then stops thrusting into you completely, pushing you down, he drops onto the bed onto his back, “get on.” Leading you onto his waist, you slide down onto his cock, letting out a whine, your head dropping down and your messy hair messily covering your face.

“You’re gonna stay still for me, right princess?” You nod. He huffs, lifting up your hips and picking up where he left off, you immediately cave inwards, mouth falling open as you practically drop your upper body onto him, “sit up- sit up or I’ll stop.” You try your best to sit back up, your hands on his lower half as he fucks you, his hits thrashing upwards into your beaten up cunt; he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t spare you any time as he’s now ripping another orgasm out of you, this time more of your juices soaking his stomach and down into the sheets, the wet spot growing under your bodies as he fills you.

Screaming his name, you want to buck you knees inwards from the pace and strength he was thrusting, you could feel him fuck into you so deep that it sent you into another universe, your head clearly not all there- seeing stars, eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner.” He grunts, stopping, with his hands still on your hips, he’s pushing you back down and sliding his hands up your thighs until he pins your legs against your chest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he leans over you and easily slides back into you, “you’re so beautiful- god- you’re so beautiful.” He purrs, his body ramming against yours, cock once again hitting unimaginable nerves as you whine and cry for him.

“Please- Shoto.” You bawl, “‘feels so good.”

It was easy to say that you both were seeing white, you were dizzy and lightheaded, you didn’t realize you were clenching so hard around his cock that he needed to try harder to drill into you, “mh’ keep sucking me in like that, I’m gonna’” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s filling you to the fucking brim with his seed.

He wasn’t done.

He grabs you by the hair, lifting your head to make him watch as he takes his two fingers and picks up the mix of his and your cum, scooping it and yanking up your head further close to his own, “open.” He commands, your mouth opens, lolling out your tongue; sticking his fingers down your throat, the cocktail of cum seeping down your throat and you swallow, “good- so good.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you, the sweat from his face was remnant on his lips, you could taste everything.

Todoroki plops himself onto the destroyed bed. Pulling you onto his chest, you were beyond fucked out, you could barely comprehend anything that was going around you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you.”

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

My Bastard OCs: Andrew "Andy" Arsole

Art drawn by the very kind and very talented @1863-project ❤️

Alright so, I'm finally going to start spilling the beans like I said I would a week ago. This is Andy, one of my mysterious OCs I really need to give more love. 😂 His origin was basically me thinking, "Hmm... what if Alan B'Stard had an Ade counterpart?" in about April 2020. That quickly evolved into deciding, since Alan is the most right wing Member of Parliament, what if this guy was the most left wing Member? Thus, mutual loathing guaranteed!

I've tried to make Andy the opposite of Alan when and where it's made sense to, so here are some facts about him below the cut:

His name is Andrew Adrian Arsole, Andy to his mates (so not to Alan). His name had to start with an A for the A. Arsole effect please ignore that it should technically be An Arsole. Arsole, as well as being a chemical compound, is also apparently a very rare surname. The more you know!

His birthdate is 26th September 1955 - 26th September is, according to Google, the most common birthday in the UK. I wanted the most common one for Andy since Alan's is 29th February 1956, which is obviously the rarest. Andy is also a tiny bit older than Alan since Ade is older than Rik and because it's established in TNS that Alan is the youngest MP in the Commons.

He becomes the Labour MP for the Constituency of Scunthorpe in 1987 - like Haltemprice, this was not an actual constituency at the time. I simply looked at the areas nearish to Haltemprice and found a spot that voted Labour in '87 for the Realism(TM). Why does Andy's constituency need to be near to Alan's? For the extra grrr.

Andy is from Scarborough in North Yorkshire and has the accent to match. Why? Because I want that southern/northern conflict technically, according to The B'Stard File, Alan is from Halesowen in the West Midlands which isn't too far from where Rik is from but shhhh Alan sounds posh as fuck there's no Brummie in him.

Andy is the third of six kids. He has two older sisters (Christine and Elaine) and two younger sisters and a brother (Janet, David and Valerie). He hasn't seen his father since he was a child, after he finally fucked off - a good thing, because he was an abusive piece of shit to his wife and kids. I'd say Andy was raised working class and is now comfortably middle class because of his job (something Alan likes to pick at). All of his siblings have had children apart from him by 1987, so he's the Fun Uncle. He's also quite close with his mum, but in a healthy, balanced, wholesome way... unlike some people...

Also, most importantly, Andy is gay. Closeted, unsurprisingly, as most gay MPs in the 1980s were. Alan hasn't figured out this little secret... yet. That kind of information would be so, so dangerous in his hands, which is why the only person in the world who knows that Andy is gay is his mum. Well. And his cat, Rosa, who is named after Rosa Luxemburg.

Appearance wise, as you can see, Andy is a blonde, blue eyed and he wears glasses. We all know what Ade looks like, he looks like a young Ade. 😂 Unlike Alan, Andy is a bit of a scruff: his shoes are always scuffed, he wears cheap suits that always seem to have holes in them, his shirt is often coffee stained, he forgoes a tie unless absolutely forced, his glasses are NHS prescription and seemingly always a little crooked, he often has inky hands, his hair is always unkempt floof. Completely the opposite of Alan B'Stard in that respect and is another reason they find each other sneer worthy.

His politics - very obviously he is on the far left of the Labour Party. A younger Jeremy Corbyn probably idolises him. He's part of the same group of MPs as Tony Benn and Dennis Skinner and he's not bothered about whether what he says fits a smarmy, stylised image. He's blunt and coarse, a bit rough around the edges, especially if he loses his temper - this is why his opponents call him an "arsehole" like Alan's call him a "bastard". The Labour leadership don't like him. Before becoming an MP, he was part of the complete balls up at Liverpool Council in 1985 and stormed out of the Labour Party Conference during Neil Kinnock's speech. His politics are basically just meant to be as far away from Alan's Thatcherite brand of libertarianism as possible, for the complete contrast. It's not that he is "good" to Alan's "bad" although, I mean, he's definitely preferable because isn't everyone because we can pick holes in all political ideologies. I didn't create Andy to be a pure hero. He's often called a communist by Tories and the press but maintains publicly that he is a democratic socialist.

Andy does put in the graft. I don't believe any politician should be idolised really and, like I said, I'm not trying to create a force of good to defeat Alan's force of evil in Andy... but he works harder than Alan and was motivated to get into political life by the desire to enact change and bring about equality... rather than a desire to fill his wallet. He actually holds regular surgeries, for one thing. He's very stubborn and uncompromising on his beliefs and this is a credit to him as much as it is a hindrance for progress. I'm not going to alter history here: he's no match for Margaret Thatcher and her administrations. That said, outside the world of politics? For all intents and purposes, he's a decent enough human being. Just as Alan so deliberately isn't.

He doesn't stand for his seat again in 1992 because for various reasons he has become disillusioned with Westminster and his party, although he remains in political life through campaigns and such. A more centre left candidate becomes the new Labour MP. This doesn't mean Andy's life is now B'Stard free, however...

And now, Andy and Alan! *cracks knuckles* The thing about Alan B'Stard is... when he's in the Commons he knows absolutely how to manipulate everything and everyone. All the outrage he causes is intentional. He is very rarely caught out. He just uses people, insults them, bests them, then casts them aside and forgets about them, right? One of the main ideas for Andy is that he - as unbelievable as this may sound - has the ability to get under Alan's skin and wind him up. Alan has the same effect on him, it's a two way thing, because they are both opposing extremes. They have each others' attention. I reckon Alan probably gets the best of Andy in debates a little more often than Andy gets the best of him, simply because Alan is amoral and has none of the dogma associated with the hard left binding him. We know how slippery he and his principles are. However, the point is, Andy is on Alan's level in a way the other MPs aren't - certainly in a way Piers isn't. He can see through Alan's facades and, though the bastard infuriates him like he does most Labour MPs, Andy knows how to niggle back at Alan. The comedic element to this is supposed to be that the both of them often get caught up in debates across the Commons and get angrier and angrier and start insulting one another in typical Rik and Ade fashion, until the Speaker stops them. All the other MPs hate this. In fact, on those occasions Alan bothers to attend the House and the two of them are there, whole groups of MPs will get up and leave in anticipation of rowing.

I have the loosest of loose ideas for a TNS fic involving Andy but I doubt it'll be coming anytime soon. One day! I have the title master procrastinator. I just want to see how Alan and Andy can fuck up each others' plans by grating on each others' nerves, besting one another but never fatally. Just. Y'know when there's this utter twat that you can't seem to rid yourself of? That's how they both feel.

I am aware that I have sorta possibly maybe created a wee bit of sexual tension between the two of them (everyone I have told about Andy prior to this post seems to think so 😂). Naturally, in one of the only ways sexual tension works with Alan B'Stard - through hate. I still stand by canon B'Stard being super duper cishet for narrative reasons... but I am as yet undecided specifically about the Alan I will have interacting with Andy. I mean, he is still a heartless son of a bitch, either way. A theme with Alan and Andy is that eventually, even though they despise each other, they can't help but look forward to seeing and fighting with one other because it's exciting and it gets them whipped up, as much as they both hate to admit it. We all know how easily Alan gets bored and much he hates being bored. Andrew Arsole doesn't bore him. 👀

O h d e a r . . .

[mellometal]

Hi, everyone.

I have something extremely important to talk about that is NOT fandom related. I really do hope this can reach everyone on here, especially since it's still Autism Acceptance Month.

A few quick questions for anyone who happens to see this before I dive right into this: Have you ever heard of Dhar Mann? If so, have you ever seen his videos? What do you think about them?

If you don't know who Dhar Mann is, he's a content creator whose main platforms are Instagram and YouTube. He makes these videos about various scenarios from a couple on the brink of divorce, to kids bullying one of their peers, even about Autism Spectrum Disorder. All of his videos have some kind of message at the end that really drives the point home. One of his most recent videos is about ASD, which is what I'm going to discuss today.

Personally, I think some of his videos are interesting, despite the concepts being reused and recycled over and over; however, how I feel about the video he made about ASD is the complete opposite. I'll summarize the video he made so you don't have to watch it. (If you really want to watch it to see exactly what I'm talking about, I'm not gonna stop you. Do what you need to do in order to form your own opinion.)

The video Dhar Mann made about ASD is about this boy who excludes his autistic brother from participating in activities with his friends at school. The boy bullies his autistic brother and does pretty much everything to make his brother's life Hell, even going as far as to pretend that he doesn't know his own brother. The boy "instantly regrets his decision" when their mom is called into the school to discipline her son for bullying his autistic brother. What his mother says is what REALLY upsets me. The message of this video in particular is this, WORD FOR FUCKING WORD. I wish I was kidding. But here's the message below:

How the video concludes is the boy reluctantly includes his autistic brother in every single activity, the boy sees his brother's potential, and they live happily ever after. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

As an autistic woman who works with disabled people for a living, that message Dhar Mann put in this video specifically is not only extremely ableist, but is also spreading misinformation about ASD.

News flash to all the people who still spread misinformation about ASD: Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school, nor is every single autistic person a young white man who's a Super Genius™️. (I could go on all day long about how the media stereotypes autistic characters and autistic people in general, but that's a whole other topic.) No autistic person is the same, meaning we all fall on the spectrum in different places and all that jazz. There's no "look" to autistic people either because no autistic person looks the same.

Autistic women exist.

Autistic girls exist.

Autistic nonbinary people exist.

Autistic BIPOC and AAPI exist.

Autistic people who are completely nonverbal exist.

Autistic people who are completely verbal exist.

Autistic people who are in the middle of being nonverbal and verbal exist.

Autistic people who require minimal to no support exist.

Autistic people who require moderate support exist.

Autistic people who require full support exist.

Autistic LGBT people exist. (Reason why I bring this one up is because the media almost always shows cishet autistic men and I don't see autistic LGBT representation very often, if ever.)

Autism isn't something you can "catch". People have this same mentality about ADHD and Tourette's Syndrome too, which, by the way, you can't "catch" either.

Autism doesn't "go away" when you reach adolescence or adulthood. Why? BECAUSE AUTISTIC TEENAGERS AND AUTISTIC ADULTS EXIST. Autistic kids grow into autistic teenagers, then into autistic adults.

You can't "cure" it either. Unless you can build a time machine and a device to go back in time to change how a person's brain develops, there is no cure. ABA therapy is a fucking shit show in itself that does more harm than good.

The title of the video is a real squick for me too. It's mostly because I don't particularly enjoy people using person first language (the "boy with autism" part). I've seen many other autistic people on multiple other platforms sharing that same sentiment and preferring identity first language (autistic person). There are also others who prefer using person first language and those who don't have a preference. That's all perfectly valid. Whatever you prefer people using when referring to you, or whatever you refer to yourself as, in this case, is totally valid and I love you. This goes for disabilities in general, not just Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Regarding the message in this video, here's my response to it! A quick heads-up, my response is VERY long and VERY passionate. I was VERY close to making a response video where I tear that video apart AND tear Dhar Mann a new asshole. Unfortunately, it worked me up so much that I was really struggling with what I wanted to say and I had to stop multiple times because I kept stumbling on my words. That's how angry this message made me. I'll try my best to explain whatever parts you have questions about. I put my response in the nicest way I possibly could, despite me seething with rage, wanting to go OFF on him.

(The first part of my response are the first three screenshots, and the second part are the last three screenshots.)

The first part of my response, I did forget to add that the message is offensive and disrespectful to autistic people as a whole. I apologize. My initial comment got way too long. I pretty much covered that when I told him the message is ableist. I wanted to clear that up before anyone asks about it.

The second part of my response is me opening up about my experience with being diagnosed with ASD, formerly known as As//per//ger's Syn//dro//me, at sixteen years old. I also went into how not calling ASD what it truly is (which is a disability) and calling it a "different ability" instead is extremely harmful and is treating being disabled like it's a bad thing.

By the way, saying that a disabled person is disabled isn't a bad thing. I'm disabled. It is what it is. Does it have its challenges? You bet. Does it help me with certain things? Hell yeah. I can really absorb information about my favorite bands, characters, shows, books, etc., and tell you a lot about those things. For example, I can tell you that Su can't ride a bike or read manga and she's okay with that. I can also tell you she can't tie her shoes very well, which is why her boots don't have laces and are slip-on and/or zip-up. But that doesn't mean my struggles are nonexistent or that I never struggle. I do, and it makes my life Hell at times.

The narrative that autism is a bad thing to have, every autistic person is somehow broken and they all need to be "fixed" is also super fucked up and not true. That's the narrative that I received when I was diagnosed by a therapist I had. I'm gonna be real here, I cried when I was first told that I was diagnosed with ASD. I felt like I was broken. I already felt like a total outcast. Being told about my diagnosis made me feel even more broken than I already felt. I was so ashamed of myself, despite me not doing anything wrong whatsoever, that I masked for SEVEN YEARS of my life. I masked for so long that I forgot I was even diagnosed with ASD in the first place. I wasn't taught how to really put my special interests into good use. I kinda had to figure that out on my own. I was pretty much under the assumption that me being interested in anime, cartoons, music, comics, theatre, writing, etc., to the point of obsession, was somehow weird and hurting people around me. You know, despite those things being harmless. Despite me being able to separate those things from other things that are important (like work, for example). Despite my only surviving parent, other family members, and the woman he was dating at the time completely overreacting and not bothering to see exactly what makes these things so special to me.

(By the way, having a disability does not completely make who a person is. There are a lot more things that make who a person is than that.)

It's kinda shocking that I wasn't able to come to terms with my diagnosis until this year. Considering that I masked for so long due to being ashamed of myself, plus being treated like a burden for being disabled, it's probably not very surprising. I initially thought at the time that it was the worst thing to have, as I was already struggling with enough shit back then, but came to realize it's not a bad thing. It doesn't change who I am. But I'm glad I came to terms with it finally nonetheless.

This is getting way too long, so I'm gonna wrap things up here. If you've read this far, thank you so much. I'm sorry this got so long!

If you watched the video, what are your thoughts on it? If this is your first time hearing about Dhar Mann, how do you feel about him? If you're a Dhar Mann fan, did this change your opinion on him in any way? Feel free to sound off in the comments!

Have a great day, everyone!

[please-buckme]

I Don’t Mind.

AU Anakin Skywalker x reader

Warnings: slight smut but nothing really.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. I think this song could have been written for Anakin. It explains how even on someone’s darkest days the love of their life will still be there, holding their hand.

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It was a normal day, like any other. Anakin would arrive home from work, pain written on his face. The pain becoming more apparent with each passing day. Life for Anakin wasn’t easy, and you knew that. You had known that when you married him but that didn’t stop you because, to you, pain had never looked so beautiful before.

Anakin would have his happier moments too, those you cherished. The moments of laughter, the moments of love, the moments he could be himself with you; you could never love someone the way you loved him in those moments.

When he comes into the house he strips himself of his shoes while also loosening his tie. Everyday you’d make him a drink and sit with him in your own comfortable silence, until he was ready to talk.

“I feel like I don’t deserve the things I have.” He states.

“Ani,” you coo, “What do you mean?”

“I mean.. this for instance, you love me and I have no idea why. I- I’m a piece of shit (Y/N) and you know it. I’ve done terrible, awful things and yet here you are, always waiting, always happy to see me. I- I don’t deserve this.” Anakin brings the glass to his lips, throwing back all of the brown liquor that occupied the crystal glass in his hand.

“It’s because I love you.”

“Why?” He asks now, setting the glass on the coffee table in front of him.

“Because I do. Is that not a good enough reason? I love you because I love you.” He smiled, shaking his head at you.

“You love me because you love me?”

“Yes.” Your hand reaches for his shoulder, needing to feel him against your skin, “I don’t have a specific answer for you, Anakin. I love everything about you, even your demons.”

He leaned in close to you connecting your lips to his. His lips were gentle against yours, this being the only way Anakin knew how to express his love for you. You both sat there, lips feathering over each other, not wanting or needing anything else from each other but the feeling of being in love with one another.

“I’m a mess and you know it.” He says, pulling away from you now.

“I don’t mind.”

-

It was late, 3am late, to be exact.

You’d gone to bed, sick of waiting for Anakin to come home. He’d done this before and when he does he turns his phone off. It used to worry you but now you didn’t really mind.

The door to your bedroom opened and a drunk, slightly stumbly Anakin walked in.

“Good Morning.” Your tone was flat.

“Shh.” He slurred, walking to your side of the bed. Your face written in confusion as he stands in front of you.

“What is it, Ani?” Anakin runs his hands along your thighs, hesitantly before bringing his fingers to the tie that held your nightgown to your body. The silky strings fall apart as if they weren’t meant to be tied in the first place.

His hands place themselves firmly to your warm, bare breasts. Still not pleased with how late Anakin decided to stumble in, you found that you weren’t in the mood, so you bring your hands up to his, gently pulling him away, “Anakin, I-”

“Please, (Y/N), I-I need this.” Anakin sniffles, indicating that he’d been crying again. A sighed exhale flows past your lips before giving Anakin a nod.

The alcohol was present on his lips as he kissed you. One of his hands continued to fundle your breast while the other worked on getting his own clothes off. He was having difficulties with the buttons, him being drunk and all, which made you giggle and offer a helping hand. To help him out you undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and loosened the belt around his waist. He kicked his pants off the rest of the way, then joined you on the bed. He deepened the kiss, laying you back gently on your back as he lined himself up to your entrance. You gasp at the sudden feeling of his hard member inside you.

At first his thrusts were harsh and rough, making you wince, until he broke down atop you. Tears hit your skin as he stilled inside you. You watched the man above you fall apart, Anakin was crumbling within himself and there was nothing for you to do.

Many times you wished to take out all the negative thoughts that cloud his brain, give him one day of silence, but you couldn’t. So, you did the only thing you could, you sat up coming close to his face to wipe away his tears of sadness and guilt. He wrapped you in a tight hug as he cried into your shoulder. You whispered sweet soothing things into his ear to calm him down.

“It’s okay Ani I’m right here.”

“Everything’s going to be alright.”

“I love you so much.”

“I’m never going to leave you, baby. I’m right here.”

When his crying settled down you flipped him over, you now atop him. You kissed a line up his belly, starting at his belly button. When you got to his neck you pulled at the skin with your teeth before sucking at it gently, having Anakin gasp at every nibble and bruise you left behind.

One of your hands rested in his hair as the other reached his flesh hand. As you finished leaving marks all over his neck you continued down his arm, biting and sucking.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He said to you, sadness still present in his voice.

“I love you too, Ani.”

You worked his other arm until you reached the metal aligning his forearm. Anakin’s skin was still very sensitive where the flesh conjoined with the metal. You placed delicate kisses all the way around, showing him that you truly loved every inch of him, inside and out.

When you were done you felt his flesh hand lightly tug at your scalp, lifting your head as he pulled you into his lips once again. The desperation for your touch is now very noticeable. You bring your hand down to his hard again member, lining him up before sinking him back inside of you. Your hips rocking slowly with his as Anakin becomes fully absorbed with you. He questions every day why you’re still with him, why you love him so much. But he’s grateful for you and your love. He knows that no one could ever love him the way you do.

Anakin feels tears brim his eyes again as he is overcome with your love. Through the years he has put you through a lot and he knew that. He tries to be a better man everyday for you but cracks under the pressure sometimes. When he has his moments of weakness he doesn’t like to bring it home to you, hence why he stays at the bar till you fall asleep. He knows he causes you pain and you bury it for the sake of his, like you’re doing tonight.

Instead of yelling at him or shunning him, you're making sweet, patient love to him.

You pull away from his lips and sit up straight still rocking your hips in sync with his. He watched as you threw your head back, you also becoming so absorbed in the moment. To Anakin, watching you pleasure yourself over him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

When you both reached your highs you fell to the bed, landing next to Anakin. He grabbed the blanket throwing it over the both of you, while you wrapped your arms around his waist as he laid with his back to you.

“I’m sorry.” You heard him whisper, almost to himself.

“I don’t mind.”

-

The sun was out, shining against every surface it could find. You and Anakin had slept in most of the day, holding each other tight. He’d peck your lips every some often, wanting more but also just enjoying the sight of you next to him.

Anakin ran his fingers down the side of your body, tickling at your sides, while your fingers played with his curly locks. The beautiful raze of the sun illuminates Anakin's skin, reminding you of delicious honey.

“You’re so.. beautiful.” You told him. Before he had time to speak you kissed him. At first it was just a peck. When Anakin went to pull away you brought him back in, smashing his lips to yours, just desperate to feel the touch of his lips. It was a hungry kiss, but that’s all it was. You pulled away this time, still leaving gentle kisses on his lips.

“Let's lay here all day.” He whispers, kissing you again.

“I don’t mind.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Cherry Pie

Little bit of ADA Carisi sexiness for my babes @detective-giggles 

Warnings: Smut and stripper poles.

WC: 2253

Enjoy x

Sonny thought he knew everything about you, you had been his partner and crush since you both started at SVU the same year. You had been through a lot together and both having feelings for each other but too scared to admit it. He knew you were into fitness you always had been, but you could also inhale his ma's cannoli’s, have a burger and fries and go out drinking all in one day and just work out twice as hard the next. You used to do kick boxing with Nick, you helped Amanda get back into shape after the girls and you helped Liv find a personal trainer because you were too busy with work to do it for her.  

 Sonny walked back into your brown stone after walking Liv and Amanda to their cars after dinner and drinks at your place. You had everyone over to celebrate a big win that Sonny had in court that week. Sonny knew your brown stone well. You had inherited it from you grandparents. He had been there too many times to count over the years, even staying there for a week while his apartment was getting painted. He was there more often now he as ADA not seeing you as much during a working day now he was at 1 Hogan Place. 

He knew the basement was you’re at home gym, but he never had the need nor had you ever taken him down there cause well you both never thought about it. He walked back in the door closing and locking it. When he heard music coming from down stairs. He walked along the hall to the door to the down stairs stair case, all the lights on. He could hear Kat murmuring just over the music. He started to make his way downstairs hearing "Cherry Pie" more clearly every step he took. As he got to the bottom steps seeing the space more clearly he almost chocked. 

The basement was a massive space covered in blue soft mat flooring. The back corner had two punching bags hanging from the roof, next to the stairs in front of a roof to floor length mirror was a treadmill and exercise bike. Along the left hand wall, shelves of different trophies that you had won over the years and smack bang in the middle of the room two sliver stripper poles in front of the right hand wall that was all mirrored with some weights down the back corner. 

Sonny's heart beat speed up when he seen you do a hand stand wrapping your legs around the pole and pulling your upper body up wrapping your hands around it so you were close to the roof. You spun around a couple of times sliding down slightly, then flipping back to place your hands on the floor, your t shirt falling showing off your belly, letting go of the pole with your legs and flipping over to stand. 

"Carisi" you heard Kat say over the music. You looked over at Sonny his eyes wide and mouth opened as you stood up. 

"When you think you know someone" Sonny chuckled stepping down off the step to look at the trophies "You’re a champion pole dancer" it was more a statement then a question.  

"And a trainer" Kat butted in. 

"Wait- what?" Sonny spun around looking at you "Where do you find the time?" 

"I only train people for competitions or when annoying friends want classes" you looked over at Kat with a giggle "your bags there, don't forget it next time." 

Kat walked down a bit picking up her bag and looking at her smart watch, "I better go, my Uber is here" Kat walk over and hugged you and high fived Sonny, 

"Want me walk you out?" 

"Na all good, thanks Sonny" Kat walked up the stairs two at a time and you heard the front door shut. You turned down the music slightly and grabbed a rag to wipe down the pole, 

"How long have you been doing this?" Sonny made his way towards you. 

"5 years" you smiled at him as you ran the rag down the pole. 

"How didn't I know about this?" he scoffed putting his hands on his hips. 

"You never asked Dominick. It's something an SVU Detective shouldn’t be broad casting anyway" 

Sonny watched your hands making their way up and down the pole and shifted on his feet crossing his arms in front of himself, 

"Show me" Sonny’s voice was husky. 

"What?"  

"Show me-please" Sonny half smiled. 

You took some steps forward standing almost flush with him looking up into his crystal blue eyes. 

"Is that what friends do?" 

"Who said anything about friends?" Sonny lent down his lips meeting yours softly and briefly pulling away. 

"After all these years you make a move after seeing me on the pole?" You raised an eye brow at him smirking. Sonny went all red reaching for the back of his neck rubbing it "I'm kidding Sonny" you placed your hands on his hips "It's about time" you stood on your tippy toes kissing him softly again. Sonny’s hands moved to rest on either side of your neck pulling you into him. The kiss deepened and you both stayed like that for a long moment before pulling away, 

"How much do you want me to show you?" You purred.  

"Show me everything ya got"  

"Give me five minutes" you peaked his lips and bolted up the stairs. 

Sonny scanned over the trophies trying to figure out how after all these years he didn't know about this when he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs and seen your legs before he seen the rest of you. 

"I-wow" Sonny scanned your body. 

As you walked down the stairs he seen your black short shorts with 3 frills on the leg hem two pink squinted material layered with a black. 3 pink buttons down both hips at the front and a pink squinted boob tube bra with black straps, your hair down around you and pink lip stick. You giggled and made your way over to him running your pointer finger a long his jaw kissing his chin before walking next to the stairs to grab a fold up chair and handing it to him. Sonny took it off you walking to the mirror and unfolding the chair and sitting down with his back to the mirror while you changed cd's on the player. 

"My shoes are getting repaired, so I'll just have to show you without them" you looked over your shoulder as "Buttons" by the pussy-cat dolls filled the room. You made your way over to the pole and started a routine that you had won your last championship with. 

Sonny had to remember to breathe. He watched on with eyes wide and mouth dropped open as he watched you flip, spin, twirl and he was shocked at how flexible you were with your leg splits. A couple of times you looked at him winking or smiling and he had to cross his legs so you didn't see his bulge in his pants. The song finish and you landed sliding down the pole to stand a big smile on your face,  

"That was good" Sonny cleared his throat.  

"Thank you. I won a champion ship with that" you titled your head to the side trying to look cute. 

Sonny smirked and stood up making his way over to you wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you in. You could feel his hardness on your thigh. 

"Was it that good Counselor?" You looked up at him through your eyelashes biting your bottom lip.  

Sonny chuckled moving his hand behind your neck pulling your lips to his, pushing his hips into you. You let a hand run down between both your bodies cupping him through his pants giving him a slight squeeze. Sonny grunted into your mouth pulling away to get his breath, 

"So if your my girlfriend" he gasped as you squeezed him lightly again "Do I get my own private shows?" He rolled his hips into your hand. 

"Hmmm-only if you’re a good boy Dominick" you stood up on your tippy toes running your tongue along his bottom lip. You pulled back and winked at him. 

You made quick work of undoing his belt buckle, button and zipper sinking to your knees pulling them down as you went. You were taken back at his long thick size and looked up at him smiling, his cheeks going slightly red. 

You parted you lips taking him into your mouth, the heat pooling rapidly at your core feeling him on your tongue. Years of fantasies finally coming true. Sonny moaned threading a hand into your hair gently, his head dropping back, eyes shut as you worked on him with your mouth. Your tongue running up the underside to his tip licking around it, going back down to his base till he hit the back of your throat making your way back up again cheeks hollowed. 

Sonny tugged your hair slightly and you pulled off with a pop, you went to open your mouth when he sunk to his knees putting his hands either side of your neck pulling you in for a deep needy kiss. Your hands on Sonny’s chest moved to his shirt buttons starting to undo them. He was grateful he lost his tie and vest hours ago. As you undone the last button you ran your hands up Sonny's stomach to his chest. He gasped in your mouth and pulled away sitting on his hunches,   

"What's wrong?" You searched his face worried "Do you want to stop?" 

"No" Sonny took a deep breath getting back up on his knees pulling you into him "I always wondered what it would like with you and I regret not making a move sooner" his lips crashed on yours his tongue darting in your mouth as you wrapped a hand around his length. Sonny rested his forehead to yours moaning as your hand ran up and down his length. 

You pulled your head away and started to kiss down Sonny's neck. One of his hands threading into your hair the other resting on the exposed skin of your middle. As you got to Sonny's collar bone you nipped him slightly after you kissed him. Sonny growled and pulled back, 

"Turn around" his voice was deep and it excited you. 

You done as he asked crawling around so your back was to him. He spread your legs apart with his knee making his way between them so your back was too his chest. He snaked an arm around you running down from your bra into your pants and panties running his fingers along your wet folds kissing your neck, 

"So wet for me babe" Sonny nipped your ear lobe all you could do is nod "I need to get a condom from my wallet" he breathed into your ear. You shook your head,  

"I have an IUD and I'm clean" 

"I’ am clean" 

Sonny pulled his hand out of your pants hooking his fingers on the waist of them tugging them down to your bent knees. Sonny’s hand run up your naked thigh to your breast and cupping a boob through your bra feeling how hard your nipple was. 

"Sonny" you said breathless "I need you" you moaned. 

Sonny removed his hands from you pushing you forward onto all fours from between your shoulder blades resting his hands on your hips. Sonny ran the head of his cock along your opening before he slid in half way. You groaned your head falling forward at the way he stretched you. You pushed your hips back into him so he bottom out.  

"I want you so bad Y/N" Sonny started to roll his hips into you.  

"I'm yours Dominick" 

The way you said his name, so thick with lust, Sonny started to snap his hips into you pulling you back into him by your hips.  Skin on skin and moans from you both filled the room. Although Sonny was pulling you back into him, you pushed back just as hard. His cock hitting a spot that no one ever had before. Sonny let go of one hip reaching under you to find your sensitive pearl rubbing it with his pointer finger. Your arms began to shake and you dropped down on your forearms your head turning towards the mirror.  

"Sonny" you moaned "Look" 

Sonny turned his head locking eyes with you in the mirror the whole image too much to handle as you screamed and balled your hands into fists on the padded floor your release crashing over you, you saw stars. Sonny slammed into you one last time while looking in the mirror at your face and he grunted loud your name leaving his lips as he came deep inside you.  

He pulled out and you both collapsed on the floor next to each other both sweaty and out of breath. Sonny rolled over kissing your naked shoulder as he zipped himself away and you pulled everything back up. You both laid there shoulder to shoulder staring at the roof,

“If I’ am going to be your girlfriend, maybe you should only get a show on special occasions”

Sonny rolled over resting his top half on yours cupping your cheek kissing you lightly on the lips,

“Does a first date classify as a special occasion?”  

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[flowerbloom-arts]

Diggory Hodgkins ran up to his older brother, Samuel, after school had ended, he was rather excited because Samuel seemed to have been working on a new thing they'd be doing come after school on a Friday.

"Hullo Samuel!" He cried "We ought to do that thing we spoke of doing on this fine day?"

And a fine day indeed it was, not a single cloud in the sky, though the skies never seemed to appear that clear blue hue as depicted in illustrations or paintings, still, it was better than totally grey, atleast the sun was quite visible. Diggory would often get excited whenever the weather was anything other than dreary, though pathetic it may sound to some people, he enjoyed what little sunshine the heavens gave them.

"Hmh!" Samuel hummed with a nod.

"Yes!" Diggory exclaimed with a sense of victory, the two brothers started walking out of the school's campus, with Samuel in the lead "So what is it, might I ask? Excuse me! I know you like keeping secrets until the right moment but could you atleast spare a morsel of detail about it? My mind has been racking at what it could possibly be! But of course, one could never figure out what may be going on in that head of yours, oh goodness no."

"You'll see." Samuel stopped to pick up a wooden plank and some rope that he hid in a bush.

"Oh! Are those what you'll be using for the project?" Diggory guessed rather quickly.

"Yes." Samuel confirmed.

"Oh goody!" Diggory clapped "Perhaps I could guess what it is?"

"No." Sam answered harshly "How was school?" he asked and continued walking.

Diggory seemed a little deflated but understood that he shouldn't pry for answers to something he'll see quite soon, he adjusted his school satchel in a huff "Well." he started before following behind his brother "Quite the same actually, you know how it is. Teachers rambling academic nonsense for hours on end, peers picking on eachother, bland everything else. Seriously, I'm sorry but school is just so boring, yeah? How could anyone manage to sit down and listen and expect us to pay attention when there's nothing that even could be interesting!" He started to complain "What could possibly be so enticing about figuring out the third angle of a triangle? What would possibly motivate me to be invested in figuring out such a trivial conundrum to me personally? The teacher certainly never provides a solid motivation, it all becomes forgettable hogwash that has nothing to do with what I want out of life. Though I may possibly be rude, I'm sure you found that sort of thing fascinating given it may pertain to engineering in some way, right?" He paused for an answer from Samuel but then continued anyway "I guess you always were the academically inclined one, I'm over here 'daydreaming my school days off 'and 'being distracted' and whatever else people might say. It's interesting, really, how unlike eachother we are despite sharing the same blood, so to say." Diggory crossed his arms and started kicking a small pebble as a temporary companion on their journey "Some might even use the word funny. All I know is that we're stuck together until something or other separates us, and I believe that's what brothers ought to do. Shame we have a four year difference between us, wouldn't it be cool if we were twins instead?" He looks up at him eagerly, but then looks down again "Ah, you probably find it ridiculous that such a thing would be important. The prospect is rather poetic in my mind but I don't suppose you would endorse it, sorry. We do appear to live in two separate bubbles that might converge into a venn diagram with little in common... Excuse me, we must've had this conversation before, I must sound like a verbal equivalent of a merry-go-round... Have we had this conversation before?" Diggory paused a little for an answer "Samuel, I am genuinely asking this time."

"Ah. Yes, I think so." Samuel said thoughtfully, sometimes it was hard to tell when Diggory was actually looking for an answer or just pausing before continuing his rants, so it was often that he needed to clarify so Samuel can answer. Samuel stopped at a tree in front of a cliff side view and laid down his wooden plank and rope.

"Oh, all right, I suppose that sounds correct... Goodness these aren't actually conversations, really, I should stop calling them that." Diggory saw that Sam had stopped and looked at the sea "By my tail, that looks gorgeous! Does the ocean always sparkle like that?" He said in awe.

"Only in shining daylight, I believe." Samuel replied, inspecting the branches of the tree.

"Well, that's simply another reason to hate the drowsy weather. I can not wait until we get to travel across the ocean and get to live in country where there's more sun and less imbecilic grey clouds overhead, oh, the dream." Diggory continued staring at the sparkly waters before the pebble he was kicking before had landed on his head, thanks to the aim of his brother no less.

"Think you can climb?" Samuel asked, pointing a thumb at a nice-looking tall branch of his tree.

"Oh yeah! Hold on just a moment!" Diggory dropped his satchel and took off his shoes in a hurry. He ran up and started climbing the tree "It's a real shame you can't do this sort of thing, brother."

Samuel leaned against the tree and made a disinterested hum of confirmation, he didn't actually care much for it. He lifted his ears up as he waited, ready for another rambling.

Diggory continued climbing "Like in all seriousness, climbing trees is rather fun. You get to the tippy top on a tree and you get to see the world from a whole new perspective! Everything is alot smaller and perhaps at the right view you could pretend everyone is a tiny little creature that you can squash between your index and your thumb," he reached the last branch of the tree- the one he needed to get to, of course "Like this!" Diggory closes one eye and pretends to squish his brother's head between his fingers "But I suppose someone of your size already gets that sense, big blue."

"Yep. Which is part of what drives everyone away, I suppose." Samuel looks up at his brother and throws the rope up to him.

Diggory catches the rope in his paws "Well it's not just that, atleast from what I hear of you from others." He looks down at the rope "What am I to do with this, exactly?"

"Tie it to the branch." Samuel says as he takes out a knife from his own school satchel.

"Hm." Diggory ties a knot and started pondering what this latest contraption could possibly be again. "Is this another one of your 'practical joke' inventions for your enemies?" Samuel always liked building pranks for anyone he happened to dislike, it used to be a big habit years ago but later the amount of them dwindled as he matured, but even at his current age it's still not out of the realm of possibility.

"Nnnnnope." Samuel said, he put up the wood plank against it at a certain height and chopped off the rope with his knife accordingly, then threw the cut off rope up at his brother again "Tie that one about..." He uses the plank as a reference and placed his hand at a certain spot "Here."

"Well if it isn't a practical joke then what else could it possibly be?" Diggory adjusted the position of his rope to his brother's hand placement and tied a knot on the branch.

"Be patient, will you?" Samuel cut off the excess rope, he put the knife back in his satchel and took out a hand drill to use it on the ends of the plank.

"You know carrying those sorts of things on you is part of the reason why everyone thinks you're weird, right?" Diggory said.

"Mphm." Samuel replied as he's finished drilling the holes of the plank "By the by, you can come down now." he put one of the ropes through one of the holes and tied a knot under it, he did the same for the other one. After he was done he put his hands on his hips rather proudly.

Diggory climbed down enthusiastically to see what his brother had just created "A... Swing?" his enthusiasm seemed to turn into a rather puzzled expression toward his brother "Sam, I love you dearly, but I have to admit you have created far more impressive things than this. Unless this isn't all of it?"

"Eh. That's just about it." Samuel answered with a shrug.

"Really? But- why?" Diggory was absolutely bewildered by this.

"It's for you. You like looking at the sea, thought you'd like something a little more convenient." Samuel was still relatively proud of this small achievement.

"Ah, for me?" Diggory lightened up a little and went to sit on the newly built swing "Hm! I guess it is rather convenient for me!" He started swinging on it lightly "Such a nice view today, too. Suppose I should thank you, then!"

"No need." Samuel sat on the grass next to him and took off his own shoes "Rather exhausting. School. Possibly other things aswell. Nice to take a step back and make something like this with you." He slouches over and rested on his knee to view the ocean.

"Heh. Yeah..."

The two brothers sat with eachother until the sun came down, it was rather peaceful that day, the greyish blue skies just seemed to look like regular blue.

[chibimyumi]

Hi there! So I've been meaning to ask this for a while after realizing it, but don't O!Ciel's, Doll's, Alois', and Lizzy's color schemes kind of reveal their past and future a tad bit? I've know Alois outfits are bold yet kind of gothic colors like violet emerald green black and brown which all in the world of art are color forms of different emotions depending how you work with them, green being envy or disgusted but he hides it with royal purple, black means wounded which are his shorts & tie

Dear Blackbutlerfandomnerddomain,

While colour symbolism is popular, I personally don’t think the colours in Kuroshitsuji’s costumes are supposed to deliver any meaning other than aesthetic value. Especially with O!Ciel and Lizzie we can say with some certainty colour symbolism is not within the intention, because they change clothes in every single illustration, and every time they wear different colours. Yes, these characters do have tones they tend to wear, but that’s how real people dress themselves too. Somebody who likes calm colours is slightly less likely to have a rainbow assortment of neon, for example.

This is simply the way I understand Yana’s style, there’s not really ONE correct answer here. So feel free to read as much into the colours as it pleases you. But as I personally see it, Yana’s style of using symbolism tends to rely on objects rather than colours. Allow me to briefly analyse two artworks to illustrate what I mean and how I came to my understanding.

Case One

One of the most famous artworks is the front illustration of the second illustration book. Many colours including green, red, blue, white, gold are all present here.

One could make arguments for the black and white of the Earl’s attire being symbolism, but this meaning is quickly overshadowed by the ravens emerging from the Escher patterns. Red is the most eye-catching colour in this illustration. One might say O!Ciel’s gloves being red means to symbolise his hands being blood-dyed, or his shoes red because he walks a bloody path... but then how do we explain the inside of the drape or Sebastian’s waistcoat?

The setting is a place that appears to be a type of greenhouse; a place built to maximise the function of sunlight. And yet, while the illustration seems to suggest it is daytime, the sun is failing miserably in face of the heavy clouds. Rather than painting the sky ominous red or just dark, Yana uses the unsuccessful sun to set a mood or convey symbolism. “Is the white light against the dark clouds not also a type of colour symbolism?” Yes, it may be, but then one should also ask the question: "why choose a greenhouse then, and not any other setting that could have conveyed the light/dark contrast?”

Case two

Another famous piece is this 2014 artwork. The overall tone is gloomy and is mostly lacking in colours. Though held back in terms of colour, there is a lot to be unpacked here!

The first thing that catches the eye is indeed the overwhelmingly sombre palate of this illustration. Black can symbolise many things, but when 70% of the illustration is black, one could say this illustration is either incompetent in conveying symbolism in it being over-saturated with “meaning”, or that the black is merely here to set a tone.

Instead, we can see white lilies in O!Ciel’s hair as well as one stem carried by Sebas. Rather than colour symbolism, Japan has a long history of flower-symbolism (花言葉・Hanakotoba), and Yana herself is big fan of this style. When Western culture was introduced to Japan, black and white lilies were accepted as symbols for death.

The composition of the artwork leads the eye from the bottom left corner to the top right. This guides our vision to the empty plate at the top of the table, where a bright white saucer lies with a conspicuous bit of red sauce.

Red might symbolise blood here, and it is befitting. But more importantly we also need to consider this choice from an artist’s point of view. How many different colours of edible sauces are there? There’s chocolate sauce and other dark sauces, but that would just blend in with the rest of the illustration. Yellowy sauce is certainly a thing, but that’d be overpowered by the golden details. So red is the only bright colour that would make the empty saucer pop out. The Empty saucer has a fork placed diagonally on top, meaning that somebody had consumed food and is now finished. Rather than the colour of red, I think it is the now-empty saucer that is supposed to symbolise Sebastian’s goal of consuming his master.

Next to the saucer is the skeleton of a bird; presumably a crow judging from the size. Skeletons universally symbolise death, but it has nothing to do with the colour.

In Japanese native culture the topic of ‘death’ is big taboo. In older Japanese buildings for example, the 4th floor would often be skipped because ‘4′ (四・shi) is a homophone of death (死・shi).

In the past when Buddhism was introduced, the Japanese embraced this religion with open arms because finally there was something else that would deal with ‘death’ while native culture could stay in its comfort-zone. It was a bit like: “we do we... Hey, Buddhism, can you take care of that thing we’re too afraid of for us? Thanks dude!” Since the introduction of Buddhism, images of skeletons came to not just mean ‘death’, but more specifically ‘impermanence’ (無常・mujou). Impermanence is one of the core teachings in Buddhism, reminding humanity that everything will eventually come to an end, be it good or bad. With Buddhism introduced, skeletons were no longer only associated with pure fear, but instead gained an additional meaning of acceptance of change and the cycle of nature.

The origins of the meaning of skeletons have blurred through the years, many Japanese people probably don’t even know why things evoke certain meanings in them (just like in other cultures, I presume). But fact remains that though still macabre, in Japan a skeleton is now assumed to symbolise the naturalness of death.

That the skeleton of the bird is preserved in a glass dome is interesting. Glass domes’ function is primarily display. Out of all things, Yana chose to specifically display the symbol of impermanence and death, meaning that within this artwork that skeleton is the key object of display. In human subjectivity death is finite and fearsome. To a demon like Sebastian however (from whose perspective we view this artwork as he’s the only one awake here), he probably views death more akin to the way Buddhism views it; as just impermanence. I am NOT saying that Sebastian subscribes to a Buddhist philosophy, but I am saying that he must view death a lot more neutrally than most humans do.

Most Japanese people are not raised consciously religiously, but everyone is always influenced to some extent, Yana included. And therefore it is no surprise that Yana might have been inspired by the neutral view towards death (for at least Sebastian), even if she might not know where this inspiration comes from.

The casualness of ‘death’ in this illustration is further indicated by the coffin that is set up as a dining table. There is no respect, no ceremony, objects are scattered on top and around. The message is rather straightforward so I shall waste no more time explaining the obvious here. But I do wish to point out how this gives further evidence for how the meanings of this illustration should be considered from Sebas’ perspective, just like the crow’s skeleton as explained above. What is finite to us, is just a fact of nature to Sebas.

Conclusion

Yana has created many illustrations. Not all include symbolism, but the more elaborate pieces are usually packed with them. Of course I have only analysed two illustrations, and I would not blame anyone for calling this post insufficient evidence. But... I could just go on and on forever, and I need to draw a line somewhere, right? What I can say with confidence however, is that if you were to grab any artwork by Yana and see it for yourself, rather than colour, item symbolism is stronger.

Also, the way Yana uses colour is just not very symbolism heavy; she has a much stronger tendency to use colours purely aesthetically. Take any of the inside covers of this series, and one would quickly find out there really is no pattern to be found here.

In a nutshell, Yana’s colouring style is mostly aesthetic and used to set a tone for her illustrations. What carries the symbolism instead is in the objects.

Again, this is merely how I personally read Yana’s illustrations and an elaboration of how I came to this reading. There is not one correct answer to read illustrations, because art is subjective in its core. So if the colours do mean more to you than they do to me, please do enjoy doing so by all means ^^