Cw: Part 2 Of The Romantic Getaway Series. Exes To Lovers. Lots Of Bkdk Banter.

cw: part 2 of the romantic getaway series. exes to lovers. lots of bkdk banter.

It’s 8:30 am on the dot when Izuku hears the treads of Katsuki’s car make it to the front of his apartment building and Izuku is thankful he decided to forgo the coffee he considered buying before his friend arrived. Before Izuku can get to the door, Katsuki has rolled the window down and is looking at him with a look of mild annoyance as he sees the suitcase, overstuffed to bursting, propped up next to his friend.

“There better not be a single figurine in there.”

Izuku, in relatively good humor considering the fact that he barely slept the night before, chuckles as he approaches the rising back of Katsuki’s car, dropping his suitcase, nearly twice the size as Katsuki’s, with a thud in the trunk.

“Only the letters from your most devoted haters for some light reading.”

If Katsuki is annoyed by it, Izuku will never find out because by the time he closes the trunk and comes back over to the passenger side of the car, he realizes that Katsuki is staring at his shoes.

He sighs as he gets in.

“Mirio’s team gave these to me for free. I’m not sending any subliminal messages, Kacchan.”

Katsuki won’t say anything else about the fact that his friend is wearing his girlfriend’s ex’s line of sneakers and it bothers him, because that would be immature so rather he presses the push to start button of the car and starts their course to the airport without further ado.

Izuku watches his apartment, which feels less like home these days and more like a place to lay his head, fade in the distance. There’s something wistful about it. He’s literally only leaving for a week, Saturday to Saturday, but he gets the impression that he won’t come back to it the same way he left it.

Turning back to the road, he lets out another sigh. Katsuki has moved on from whatever train of thought had assailed him and now grips the steering wheel less tightly.

“Okay, here’s what I need you to understand.”

Izuku braces himself, slumping in his seat as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sky blue sweatshirt, perhaps a little too conspicuous for an up and coming hero, but one of his favorite colors since his adolescence.

“Yes?” Izuku says, knowing that if he doesn’t respond out loud to show he’s giving him his full attention, Katsuki will wait before speaking, then get angrier the longer he waits.

Katsuki readjusts in his seat and cracks his neck on both sides, then throws a sideways glance at Izuku.

“You and that girl of yours are not doing anything to fuck up this vacation, you hear me?”

“Here we go,” Izuku mutters under his breath, but Katsuki is still doing precisely that, going.

“Over the course of this trip, I have two primary goals-” he honks at a car that cuts him off abruptly, but decides to leave it at that because he simply has bigger fish to fry, and that’s his childhood friend in the car beside him who already looks like he’s sulking.

“I am going to FUCK” - the emphasis on it almost has Izuku side-eyeing him - “and I am going to enjoy myself, which means there will be no arguing and there will be no crying.”

“Why are you assuming I would-” Izuku starts but Katsuki’s red glare reminds him that he’s wasting his time.

“I don’t want either of the two of you doing any type of shit that’s gonna make us leave early. You hear me? Not at the airport, not on the plane, not at the hotel, not at any buffet line, not at the bars, not on the hiking trails, not ANYWHERE, okay?”

Izuku lets out a sigh.

“I’m serious. If she says ‘don’t look at me’, don’t fucking look at her.”

“Are you really policing where my eyes go, Kacchan?”

“Do NOT.”

Katsuki makes a sharp but precise turn and Izuku considers if he should put in his earphones to ignore him and risk a real fight. His friend seems to have gotten the coffee that Izuku skipped and in some ways he envies his passion, but this is annoying he has to admit.

He’s a grown man. He can behave in public and you’re just as cordial, for the most part. It will be fine.

But something mischievous in Izuku’s chest flares up every once in a while when Katsuki is giving him one of his lectures and it comes up now.

“Okay, so what happens if you and ___ fight then?”

Katsuki’s neck snaps towards him at the speed of light.

“Hah!?”

“Look at the road.” Izuku retorts calmly.

“I will literally turn this car around and kill us both, don’t piss me off.” Katsuki hisses.

“I mean, neither of us will die, but okay. You’ll literally just raise your insurance.”

Izuku’s cool voice hangs in the air as Katsuki realizes he’s right. He doesn’t say another word aside from a noncommittal grumble and there’s peace finally, enough so that Izuku can shut his eyes and think of how best to face you, for the rest of the short ride.

—

“This feels a little more prestigious than I was anticipating,” you whisper to your friend, as you follow an escort to the airport lounge that just precedes the gate to your plane. From your vantage point, especially once the two of you are seated in what feels like an entire secret terminal separate from the remainder of the international airport, you can see that the plane itself is a relatively small carrier, but is painted far too extravagantly, as though an advertisement for Romance in and of itself.

Your friend is slightly distracted as you speak to her, and you can tell that she’s corresponding with Katsuki to clarify his whereabouts. You look at your own phone - notifications from many social media apps and a few text messages from your parents and siblings and overseas friends that were sent at odd hours, wishing you a good trip, emails from work preparing for your official return. You’re not exactly sure what you are waiting for, and when the thought occurs to you that it might be a text message from Izuku, you physically shake the thought out of your head and shove your phone in the pocket.

As soon as you put it away however, it buzzes, and you realize you’re in a four way group chat.

Where are you guys? <3

Immediately after she sends that message, she sends you a separate message.

Don’t you dare leave the chat.

You can feel your stomach turn.

You can see Izuku typing for a moment, a bubble and three dots hovering next to his name, but it disappears after a few moments, and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Suddenly you’re very self conscious about the way you look. Minimal makeup on your face. Your leggings and sneakers might be nice, but you haven’t done your hair in any way, opting for a french turban to clean up your look. You look nice and casual, but not eat-your-heart-out nice. Your handbag is-

You freeze. Izuku bought you this bag.

Your face is a blazing hot mess when the two men suddenly arrive. Your friend jumps out of her seat to hug Katsuki, leaving you and Izuku staring at each other for the first time in at least two months. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to inch your carry on bag, the gifted tote slightly behind you, hoping he won’t notice. He doesn’t, you think; he waves awkwardly, almost a salute to you and averts his eyes quickly.

You wave back, then try to find something else to occupy you.

You hate that every time you look at Izuku in person, you remember that pictures and videos never do him justice. He’s so much more handsome in the flesh, every time, and even though he’s clearly uncomfortable, a red tinge to his neck and the apples of his cheeks, he smiles nervously, especially when the attendant that brought them to this lounge reminds him his shoes have untied, and you can feel your heart go pitter-patter.

No. Absolutely not.

“Promise me you didn’t add those feather boas back into your luggage,” you overhear Katsuki say. Your friend’s arm is hooked around his, and you can hear her dodge the question artfully, as if the pink item isn’t peeking out of her carry on bag. She’d told you Katsuki helped her repack her bags last night, and had a lot to say about her choices, but you also know that she’s a free spirit and does whatever she feels despite her more rigid counterpart.

You’ve probably overpacked but that’s always been your modus operandi.

Izuku is still standing, unsure where to position himself in a way that’s close enough that he’s a member of the party, but not enough that he’s threatening your space. Just the thought of him being close is a bit suffocating and you’re far too aware of him to pretend he’s not around; in fact it’s starting to feel like he’s the only person in the room; everyone else that has filed in is starting to fall away into the background bit by bit.

Eventually, you suck in a deep breath, and decide to harden your heart just enough.

“You can sit there, Izuku, just don’t bother me,” is what comes out of your mouth.

It’s icy cold, especially the way that you call him by his name and not any form of ‘baby’ the way you would have just three months ago, and Izuku visibly deflates in response, but he nods and sits by you anyway per your direction. Despite the larger countenance from his broad shoulders and his athletic hero build, he makes himself as small as possible in the adjacent seat, so as to not upset you.

It’s the last thing he wants to do.

“Thanks.”

You bite your lower lip as you look away, but don’t respond. When you look up, your friend is giving you the two of you an appraising look, but looks away just as quickly, tossing her glance somewhere nonspecific.

A few more moments pass in silence, until it’s time to board.

You can be cordial for a week - you must.

"𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬"

moving was hectic and busy, so busy that you had forgotten to text roommate! isagi that plans changed and you would be moving in at 8 PM instead of 2 PM. he was wondering why you weren’t responding to your texts and not answering your calls for six hours (to which you felt terribly sorry for doing so and apologized about it later), as he spent the whole day embracing himself for an awkward introduction.

but instead of one, you open the door to your new shared apartment to the sight of roommate! isagi in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips as he stood there in the kitchen eating fruits, dumbfounded at your unexpected arrival.

that was six months ago. since then, the two of you had fallen into an easy rhythm of late-night kitchen conversations about your days, movie marathons, playful teasing that sometimes felt like something more.

and then there were the accidents. the way you would turn too quickly and find yourself chest-to-chest with him in the hallway. the way he would purposely leave the bathroom door open a crack with the light off to have you walk in on him post-shower, thinking he was done, but he was really just “touching up his hair.” or the way his voice dropped when he said your name.

you told yourself it was nothing. but then came your first storm together.

the power had gone out, leaving your apartment in darkness, but the worst part? you were in the middle of showering.

“you okay? need light?” you hear roommate! isagi ask you from outside the bathroom door, knocking.

“yes please, i can barely see anything,” you respond, but since the door is locked, you have no choice but to step out of the shower, wrap yourself in a towel, and get a light from the boy yourself.

however, when you open the door, you don’t see your roommate. where’d he go? before you turn the corner of the hallway and call for his name, you collide into muscle and the lantern in his hand turns on.

his mouth practically gapes at the sight of you with wet hair and just a towel on, droplets of water still scattered across the smooth surface of your skin. your round exposed shoulders and parted lips are enough to send him reeling and he nearly drops the lantern.

“thanks,” you say, oblivious to his reaction and taking the lantern to the bathroom with you to continue your shower.

what you didn’t even realize was how this small interaction confirmed his feelings for you were real.

the planned movie night was no longer a go because of the power outage, leaving the two of you sitting on the couch with nothing else to do. the heater was also turned off, causing you to shiver from the entering winter cold.

“you’re shivering,” roommate! isagi murmured, his voice husky. he reached for you, his hands sliding around your waist and pulling you closer.

you should have moved away. you should have made a joke, kept it light like always. but instead, you pressed against him, your fingers trailing over his chest, your breath catching when his lips hovered just inches from yours.

he murmured your name, his voice thick with something you had only dreamed about. it made your brain hazy.

"yeah?" you reply, fingers curling into the fabric of his white t-shirt.

"i can't –" his mouth crashed into yours, hot and insistent, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you onto his lap.

he wouldn’t stop until you knew what true passion and heat felt like.

by the time you two broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead resting against yours, you knew there was no going back.

"well," you sighed, grinning. "guess we’re more than roommates now.”

the black-haired boy chuckled, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "what do you mean? we’ve always been more than roommates."

a/n: i love me a good roommates to lovers trope :p AND I'M SORRY IDK WHERE THE HEADER IMAGE IS FROM ☹️

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ninrixs

1 month ago

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ninrixs

1 month ago

yoichi isagi x f!reader 𑣲 quickie

cw: 18+ content, rushed sex, im not good at picking up on characteristics so forgive me if anything i write is out of character for isagi!

minors do not interact

you and your boyfriend isagi were supposed to be going out for dinner with isagis parents later that evening at a restaurant. yet, you and isagi both got yourselfs pretty worked up from an earlier on quick little make out session.

now, you were in isagis bed, his dick deep inside you as his mom knocks on his bedroom door telling him you both need to hurry up. isagis hand covered your mouth. “one minute mom!” he exclaimed. his mom replied saying they were gonna wait in the car. once isagi was sure they had all gone to wait, he started moving again, taking his hand off your mouth. “g-gosh..s’ close..” you mumbled, your wet pussy clenching around isagis cock as you neared ur orgasm.

“i know, baby..ah-..m’ close too..” isagi groaned, picking up his pace as he rushed.

isagi held onto your waist, your arm draped over your face as you moaned and squirmed beneath him. his cock stretching you out deliciously as he pumped in and out of your pretty little pussy. sweat sticking to his forehead, and yours. isagi hated that he had to rush sex, he would’ve preferred a more intimate time. but he couldn’t go to dinner with his parents with a stiffy.

once you both reached ur orgasms, you cleaned yourselves up and sorted out your clothes, heading down to the car outside.

“were here mom!”

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ninrixs

11 months ago

Hair

wc:; 1.4k

tags: black reader x katsuki, newly established relationship (still trying to keep up the illusion for your partner), black reader doing her hair, emotional reader, Katsuki being the rational calm boyfriend, fluffy, cute ending.

a/n: i skimmed barely proofread sorry for any mistakes, hope you guys enjoy. reblogs appreciated.

“I can come over tonight?” Katsuki asked on speaker of your phone.

You two spent everyday together since he had confessed to you by shoving flowers into your hands and running off before you had a chance to respond in slight shock.

“Uh I’m busy tonight sorry.” You said watching yourself in the mirror studying your scalp distracted.

“Okay what about tomorrow?” Katsuki grunted unhappy he would spend time away from you.

“Tomorrow I'm busy too, i can’t hang out this weekend.” You said eyeing the thin black plastic bag filled with beauty supplies sitting on your vanity.

He frowned, you always told him about upcoming plans you had. At lunch always rambling about whatever you wanted and him listening with small grunts and nods. You didn’t mention anything before about plans.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Not wanting to pry so early into a relationship and scare you off. He had plans to make you his permanently but he was nosey.

“My hair,” You answered honestly.

“What do you mean your hair? It takes that long?” He asked confused.

“Yeah, it does. I have a lot of hair and it takes a lot of hours sometimes a couple of days.” You admitted with a sigh already dreading the process.

Katsuki sat there on the other side of the phone with a small sigh of relief. You weren’t blowing him off with anyone else, just your hair. He had no idea about black hair but he knew he cared about you and that meant this was important.

“Do you need help?” He offered making you silent in surprise widely blinking at the phone.

The man that would tell his partner in the field to fuck off when he asked. Was readily offering you his help.

You let out a small laugh, “I do but I don’t think you know what that entails. It’s a really long process and it’s tiring. Im okay though thanks for asking.”

He just wanted to see you. After spending every day together for a month, he doesn’t know if he could go 3 days.

“Alright the offer still stands if you change your mind. Don’t tire yourself out.” He sighed and you both said your goodbyes.

You fiddled with the ends of your hair with a huff.

“Let’s get this over with.”

You wanted to ram your head into a wall. Staring at half your head being braided, 10 hours down and probably another 7 to go.

Your back hurt, your arms hurt, your head hurt it was not ideal. Not eating all day and getting irritated at everything you were in a mood.

Throwing the rat tail comb from your hands on the floor you flopped onto your bed in tears needing a break.

Your phone began buzzing, face still in the mattress you reached around til you found it and pressed answer button.

“Hello,” You answered muffled

“Hey how’s it going?” Bakugo asked

You sniffled pulling your head up tears running.

“It’s fine.”

Bakugo heard how upset you were causing his forehead to crease, “What’s wrong baby?” in a softer voice.

“It’s nothing it’s just my hair and i’m tired and cranky and i haven’t eaten all day. I’ve only done maybe half of my head and i want to stop.” You said through tears.

“Hey, hey please stop crying it’ll be okay.” Katsuki said trying to soothe you through the phone but it wasn’t working. Noticing a twinge in his chest at the sound of your soft sniffles.

You left out small huffs trying to control your breathing, “Yeah…sorry I should go you don’t want to hear me crying. Sorry to bother.” You realized you were probably scaring away the one guy you did like with your hysterics.

“No I didn-“

“I have to go thanks for calling.”

Katsuki stared at the phone feeling his stomach sink.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and reluctantly went back to braiding your hair. You were so impatient and tender headed but you would not spend 200+ dollars on box braids.

After about an hour you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to your boyfriend with a bag of takeout and one from the pharmacy.

You yelped in surprise slamming the door just as fast as you opened it.

Katsuki was very confused and kind of hurt at your reaction.

“Y/n! What the fuck come on.” He yelled from the other side of the door.

Your face held such embarrassment, hoping this was a figment of your imagination.

Your boyfriend was NOT here when you looked like a hot mess.

Your non-black boyfriend at that.

This is a nightmare.

“What are you doing here!” You yelled back through the door.

“Baby you were crying and I haven’t seen you in almost 2 days!"

You groaned, “You can’t see me like this! you have to go home.”

He grunted in annoyance, “You better open up. Im not leaving when you were crying.”

You were silent waiting for him to go home and he wasn’t budging. With a sigh you opened the door peaking out at him.

“Are ya gonna let me in?” He asked with raised blond eyebrows and pretty crimson eyes.

You opened the door and stepped aside.

“What’s wrong why are you slamming doors and crying?” He asked looking down at you as he entered your apartment.

You slowly closed the door behind you and leaned back against it.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You admitted thankful that you didn't blush noticeably.

“Baby like what.” He sighed dropping the bags on your coffee table and bringing you in close.

Your head fell into his muscular chest, smelling his cologne.

“My hair.” You mumbled into his shirt.

He pulled back and used one hand to push back your hair to see your face. Your hair is in sections and a half-braided mess.

“I like you and your hair. So will you calm down please?”

“Really?” You asked with teary eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, I do.” He reassured his hands gently holding you, his main goal to calm you down from this tired anxiety driven mood.

“Okay.” You mumbled head falling back into his chest.

He rubbed your back, “What’s going on?” asking again.

“I stayed up all night and im not even halfway done. I have a headache.” You mumbled in tears.

Katsuki led you to the couch and made you take a seat.

“Take a break. You look hangry and I brought food.” He said propping you in his lap and handing you takeout.

You finished your food and leaned your head in his neck. Your headache stopping. He was right as usual, you were hangry.

“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that was mean.” You said wrapping him in a side hug.

His hand rubbed the side of your thigh with a light kiss on your nose.

“It’s okay, ya didnt break my nose with the door slam.” Katsuki said making you laugh.

“Can I?” He asked gesturing to your head and you nodded.

Katsuki’s thick fingers touching your blow dried hair.

“It’s soft.” He said with mild surprise, “Like really soft.”

You laughed, “Yeah I do have soft hair, but so do you.” Reaching up and lightly tugging on his spiky blonde hair. His hair was getting longer in the back. It may be because he loves your hands all over him and especially his head, giving you more hair to yank. Just a theory of course you would never say to him.

He grunted, “You feel better?”

“Yes…” You nodded as he smiled knowing what he was gonna say

“Crying over the being hungry?” He teased showing his canines with his smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Are you discriminating against a black woman?” You squinted but Bakugo had heard that before.

“I just came over here with food to stop your crying and got a door slammed in my face.” He said with narrowed eyes matching your own.

“Uh fine.” You sighed, “Can you not be a good boyfriend so I can call you a bigot.” Your hand trailing up his stomach under his shirt, wanting skin to skin contact.

He pinched the inside of your thigh making you yelp in pain in response. His head deeply buried into your neck just enjoying your touch

“Ow…”You whined rubbing the bruised spot.

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ninrixs

1 month ago

Serendipity Series

Summary: (AU) In every lifetime, Sung Jinwoo will make sure to leave a mark on your soul. To always accompany you as your devoted husband to his lovely and cute wife, no matter what...

Watching from a distance, Sung Jinwoo slowly savoured the taste of the wine in his glass, his fingers clenching the fragile stem. He restrained his anger as he witnessed your betrothed humiliate you and revoke your engagement for his mistress. Painting you as a villain to everyone as that foolish of a man flaunts his infidelity called 'love'.

Sung Jinwoo couldn't help but sneer at them and find fate laughable.

He has always been determined to have you as his wife, no matter what. However, fate has a twisted sense of humour. It seems, that in order, for him to have you, you must first endure humiliation and a broken engagement.

If fate is going to play its hand, then don't blame him if he turns the situation to his advantage and claims you as his own. And as for those who have wronged you, they will face the consequences of his wrath.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: Romance, AU, drama, broken engagement, Yandere (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Chapter 1 - Stupidity

In a banquet hosted by the royal family in the palace, your betrothed, the crown prince hugs his first love protectively in his arms and condemns you without hesitation in front of all the nobles in the kingdom.

A smug smirk on his lips as he looked down on you while you, on the other hand, glared up at him.

The anger that has built over the years was on the verge of breaking as your supposed fiance embarrassed not only you but your family with the breakdown of your engagement.

Your name is Eliana Anderson. You are the eldest child of the Anderson household and the prestigious and precious daughter of the Primes Minister Anderson of your kingdom.

Ever since you came of age, you have been betrothed to the crown prince by the king without your father's approval.

You're the only daughter in your family and your father has always doted on you so of course the matters of your betrothal have been a sensitive and meticulous topic to your father. Not wanting to give his precious daughter to some boorish, unruly bastards.

And so receiving a marriage decree from the king, accompanied by a threat to your family, made your father furious beyond belief that you and your mother worried he might faint from anger.

Your father protested with all his might to deny this engagement, knowing how corrupt the current royal family is and how uncontrolled and malicious the current crown prince is but to no avail; the king ignored him.

In the end, you didn't have a choice but to follow, not wanting your family to end up in a difficult situation by opposing the king.

The crown prince does share the same sentiment on not wanting this engagement; however, that didn't stop him from showing his disgust at you. In fact, he seemed to revel in the opportunity to humiliate you whenever the chance arose.

The torment he has shown you since the first day of your engagement has never ceased, and continues even to this day.

And now he's hellbent on not only humiliating you but also destroying and smearing your family's reputation through the mud.

Letting out a breath, you calmed yourself, knowing that acting hysterical wouldn't benefit you nor save your family from the predicament this prince has thrown at you.

However, the urge to slap this idiot prince was so dangerously tempting that you had to close your eyes, and instead, a cold smile appeared on your lips and looked at your 'fiance'.

"If I may ask Your Highness, what crime have I committed that warrants you painting me as a malicious villain in front of everyone?" You coldly asked, your smile darkening as your hand clenched tighter on the fan you were holding.

Suddenly, a coquettish voice interrupted, "Lady Eliana, please stop lying and admit to your sins. Please don't make this harder than it is."

It was the woman whom your fiance had 'fallen' for. A woman who has brown shoulder-length hair, dopey downturned eyes and dressed in a white gown that accentuated her slim figure.

She has that pure, innocent beauty that always seems to attract men who want to unconsciously protect her.

It was the crown prince's 'first love', Amy Wilson, the illegitimate daughter of Baron Wilson, who was currently nestled in your fiance's arms.

Cowering and trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, looking like a small doe in front of everyone as she tried to confront you, earning her sympathy and pitying looks especially the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies.

You, however, were given a dark and condemning look from them.

You couldn't help but spit in disgust in your heart as you coldly looked at her.

She's a woman completely opposite of you, who has sharp and cold eyes, and whenever you look at the crown prince, a lingering disgust shows in your eyes.

Your once slender and petite frame is now tall and lean, the result of the training you have suddenly undergone to learn self-defence as you were pushed as the crown princess.

Truly a complete opposite from your past self. No more the naivety and joy in your once soft features.

Hearing her words, you sneered.

"As far as I know Lady Tr- Lady Wilson, I have only given you fair warnings on your behaviour and to maintain your distance as Your Highness is my betrothed. As for the accusations of harming you, unfortunately, I do not know of them nor have I done them."

You said as you gave them a cold smile behind your fan, patting yourself for catching yourself from calling that woman 'trash'.

That right, you have labelled that woman 'Trash' the moment she seduced the crown prince and tried to harm you.

Why, you ask?

It's not because you love that rotten bastard but because, in your eyes, the crown prince is a rotten garbage. And since there is a rotten garbage, it only makes sense that it has to be thrown in the trash and that trash is none other than Amy Wilson.

Hiding behind the crown prince's arms, that trash gave you a sly look.

You couldn't help but feel a disgusting chill run down your spine as an unsettling feeling settled in your stomach.

As far as you know, your actions thus far have been appropriate as a crown princess. Neither have you crossed the line of letting your feelings interfere nor have you remained ignorant of the situation to let it escalate.

You didn't hurt this woman in any form, only giving her a fair warning and if you did, you have your servants to witness it. As for the 'evidence' they have presented earlier, if experts, the kings and higher people in ranks were to investigate it, they would know it was nothing but fraud.

It's nothing but false evidence made by both the crown prince and his stupid group of cronies who were supposedly the next heirs to some of the most influential families in your kingdom and yet have been seduced so easily under such a contemptuous woman.

Regardless, they were nothing but brats who only rode their family's coattails and were nothing but a nuisance, using their power to abuse those who were weak and under them.

Thinking so, you curse them again in your heart and tried to calm your nerves as cold sweat still continues to run down your back.

"We have given and presented undisputable evidence, Eliana. Stop your nonsense and admit to it." The crown prince spoke with impatience in his voice, shaking his head as if he were speaking to a child.

Your eyebrow twitched hearing him calling you by your name so directly with such audacity.

If it were any other situation, you would have refuted him without reserve however since you were in such a situation, you can't do so recklessly or else your entire family would be dragged further than it already is.

Suddenly, the crown prince caught your eyes and gave a malicious smirk before declaring.

"Since your actions show just how much of an unreasonable and vile you are. How could I accept you as the crown princess and be the future mother of the kingdom! Hence, as of today, Eliana Anderson, you are stripped of your title as the crown princess and from now on Lady Amy Wilson will be the crown princess. Guards! Arrest her and throw her into prison for the crime of harming the crown princess."

You stared, speechless, at the crown prince at such absurdity.

That is when the unsettling feeling you have since you entered this ball completely grasps your whole being as if a slap hit you on the face. A whisper in the back of your mind becomes louder and louder as you feel something within you is on the verge of breaking.

You have always known that the crown prince was a good-for-nothing bastard. A spoiled bastard who only does whatever he pleases but it wasn't to the point of complete idiocy especially when it comes to you as your betrothal was one of the stepping stones on why he became the crown prince however it seems you have overestimated him.

Feeling your arms being restrained by the knights, you struggled. Your control over your emotions slowly slips as your frustrations and anger show.

You tried to regulate your breathing as you looked at the bastard before you, smiling mockingly as you gradually cracked under him.

He turns his head to look at your father who is now being restrained by the knights also when he tried to charge in your defence. A sickening smile on his lips as he taunted your father.

"Ah, Duke Anderson, unfortunately, you'll have to step down from your position as well since the evidence of your embezzlement and illegal actions have been presented to the king. The king has also decided that Marquis Henlyn will be replacing you as the Prime Minister."

Hearing this you curse the crown prince at such an abrupt accusation.

Your father with embezzlement?! Illegal actions?! being replace?!

Such stupidity!

Your father has been nothing but upright and loyal to the kingdom and its people. If it wasn't for him, this kingdom would have long fallen because of its corrupt royal family!

And now he's being falsely accused!? And on top of it, your father is being replaced by Marquis Henlyn who has been rumoured to have smuggled weapons and slavery between your kingdom and the other countries!

Just what kind of parasite is in that bastard's head to have allowed this especially the king!

You gritted your teeth as you yelled, "Your Highness, do you even realize what you're doing?! If you allow this, not only you and the imperial family will be implicated but the kingdom and its people as well! You say my father has done illegal doings and yet haven't you heard that Marquis Henlyn has smuggled not only weapons but has done illegal trading of slavery of our people! My father has been nothing but loyal and honest! Evidence?! It is nothing but a farce! "

Surely even this prince knows how impossible it was to replace your father as his hard work is more evident than this so-called ' evidence'.

Your father's power and authority are the sole reason he's the current crown prince. Removing you and your father would be a foolish move even the king knows this thus the reason he has given that marriage decree without your family's permission and yet why this?!

However, it seems not only have you overestimated the prince but that of the king as well as the prince laughed at you and leaned down as he whispered.

"Do you really think my father cares about your family now that your father has crossed his line? Not only has your father obstructed the royal family again and again, but this time, my father has had enough and since I have gained your father's authority and power, I no longer have any need of your family and my father wholeheartedly agreed to it."

Realization dawned on you as your eyes widened at the truth. A small yet audible sound of snapping resounded in you.

Suddenly a loud heartbroken cry erupted in your throat as you struggled fiercely, no longer caring for anything or your appearance.

Annoyed by your resistance, one of the knights kicks the back of your knees, resulting in you slamming your kneecap onto the floor.

Pain shot through your body. Your eyes reddened and tears welled up, not only from the pain but your control over your bottled emotions have now dissipated.

Gone! Everything you have worked hard for is now gone!

You shook your head and bit your lips until it bleed.

No, this can't be happening!

Even if you hated the crown prince, your position as the crown princess was the only thing that you couldn't let go of.

After all, because of the marriage decree these unscrupulous, unreasonable people have shoved down your throat, you have no choice but to let go of him. Someone so important in your life was exchanged for something you didn't want.

Feeling your cheeks wet, you realize that your tears have finally fallen.

Regret fills you to the point of suffocation as your mind unconsciously remembers the young boy you adored the moment you met him.

How you wish to have held his hand longer...

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. A relative of mine has passed away and it has been stressful and with work thrown in. It had been chaotic instead which made it harder for me to write and edit.

Though I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Serendipity Series! If it's not too much, please comment on your thoughts. Thank you!

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ninrixs

11 months ago

hiii i'd like to request a jealousy smut oneshot with shuichi

im just thinking abt him being all jealous and clingy and taking us to his room to do something about it,, im not sure how you characterize him but i like unexpected moments of confidence for him, sue me

gn reader preferably!! thank you ^_^

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Hiii I'd Like To Request A Jealousy Smut Oneshot With Shuichi

Pairing(s): shuichi saihara x gn!reader

CW: nsfw, jealousy, gn!reader, teasing, anal, switch shuichi, switch reader, blowjob, handjob, marking, slight bruising, very descriptive making out, cum swallowing, palming, shuichi is a little bit ooc but not too much, kokichi being a little shit

A/N: ugh I hate school sm bro and OH MY GOD ILY FOR BEING SPECIFIC WITH YOUR REQUEST

“And that’s why we shouldn’t normalize blowing up snails we randomly find in our garage! D.I.C.E doesn’t need to waste their explosives on snails!” Kokichi exclaimed, causing you to just stare at him with a blank expression.

You shook your head quickly, snapping you back into the conversation with Kokichi. He frowned and looked at you, his small figure hunched over and drooped down to match his whiny expression. “Y/N! Were you even listening?” He asked sourly, causing you to meet his gaze. He leaned onto you in a childish manner, pressing his head against your chest and his arms around you. You didn’t react much to him, and kept your hands in your pockets, staring back into space and getting lost in thought.

It took a minute for you to notice the little gremlin clinging onto you. “Ah…sorry…” you replied dryly, not really caring much about Kokichi at the moment. Your mind was focused on your boyfriend, Shuichi, instead.

You were getting ready to head to his room until you heard a familiar “huh?” In the distance. Your head turned in the direction of your boyfriend’s voice, seeing him with his eyes wide but his eyelids drooped low. Kokichi noticed the detective’s evident feelings faster than you did, and he hugged you tighter as he pressed his head further against your chest, smirking at Shuichi slyly.

Oh. Shuichi was jealous. How cute.

You rested your hand on Kokichi’s purple locks, pushing him away with enough force to get him off, but not too much to the point where it would hurt him. “Kokichi. Don’t.” You asserted in a stern and annoyed tone. He simply laughed and backed up playfully with his hands up in a silly manner. “Woah okay! Calm down Y/N I was just teasing nishihi~!” He looked towards Shuichi with a smirk. “Your partner is really something aren’t they?” He called out while laughing. Before Shuichi could open his mouth to retort something back, Kokichi’s small frame sprinted back to his dorm room. You swear you heard him laughing all the way back.

You heaved out a sigh as you made your way towards Shuichi, who was just staring at the ground with his brows furrowed ever so slightly. He doesn’t ever look like this unless he’s investigating something. A smile creeped up onto your lips as you enveloped your arms around his torso and rested your chin onto his shoulder, causing him to perk up and blush a little.

“What’s the matter, Shu? Feeling jealous~?” You asked teasingly. “A-ah…sorry. It’s nothing.” Shuichi replied, his voice slightly irritated and raspy.

Shuichi had always been- not very initiating. He usually got flustered from the smallest things, was too polite even in your relationship, and always asked for the simplest things which he didn’t need to ask for, like kissing you.

Which is why you felt a sudden shock course through you when you felt his fingers tighten slightly around your wrist and pull you along with him. He was trying to seem calm, but his heavy lidded eyes and creased eyebrows said otherwise. Before you knew it, you were in his dorm room, back pressed firmly against the mattress as Shuichi towered over you with his hands resting against your shoulders. He gazed down at you, hungry and lust filled as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath hitch against your cheek as Shuichi unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang off of his shoulders.

“You’re mine.” He whispered into your ear. His tone was possessive, yet amiable. Suddenly, he perked up for a moment, blushing intensely as he gave you a bit of space. “M-my apologies.” He said firmly, clearly trying to process what he just said.

You let out a chuckle as you snaked your arms underneath his shoulders, and wrapped onto his back as you gripped onto his pale skin firmly.

“Shu, really? Don’t even apologize and just keep fucking going.” You said in a slightly demanding voice. Shuichi glanced back down at you, blushing profusely as he scooted back to his original position above you. You could sense he was definitely nervous, he’d never been this bold before and it was clearly confusing and embarrassing for him.

A smile crept its way up your lips as you trailed your hands down his thin body. Your longing gaze went to his lips, the way his bottom lip quivered from your proximity made you lose your mind- it was too cute. You pushed your head upwards and angled your chin slightly as you quickly swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, eliciting a slight whimper from Shuichi’s throat. You smirked at seeing his eyes squeezed shut, and took this opportunity to lean back into him; only this time, your lips were pressed up against his now.

Shuichi’s eyes widened as his palms, which were now covered in sweat, rested onto your shoulders as he kissed you back passionately. Both of your tongues made their way into each other’s mouths, making the kiss more heated as your tongues fought for control over the other. A strained moan left your lips as Shuichi’s tongue wrapped around yours, and his hands wandered down your body.

“Ah- fuck..” you whined quietly as Shuichi’s arms wrapped around your waist and leaned down, pulling you closer into him while resting his free hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His eyelids raised up slightly, allowing his golden eyes to bore into yours while kissing you as his fingers ran through the back of your slightly messy hair. Your arms only made their way further up Shuichi’s torso, under his shirt, until you were gripping onto his back and tilting your head further up to meet his already deep kiss.

You only slightly pulled away for a brief moment, only your tongues were touching outside your lips now. This gave you the opportunity to drag his bottom lip in between your teeth as you dived back into the kiss, tugging his bottom lip out occasionally. Shuichi now shamelessly let out a string of low moans into the kiss, his sweet voice vibrated against your lips while his hands wrapped further around your waist to gently cup your rear.

“Please…tell me if this is uncomfortable for you..” he drawled tiredly. You smiled and rested your forehead against his, allowing yourself to press his lips against his ear and whisper.

“You could never make me uncomfortable, Shuichi. Do what you want with me right now, show me how bad you want me to be yours.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened, he swallowed nervously and nodded, taking his position back above you, and towered over you as his hands trailed back up to your clothed sex. His palm pressed onto it roughly, earning a needy groan from you. Without hesitation, you made your way to Shuichi’s pants, yanking them off roughly. You gestured for him to toss them to the corner of the dorm room, which he did, albeit in an embarrassed manner.

Suddenly, you rested your hands onto Shuichi’s shoulders and swung your shoulders to the left, switching your position with him in one swift motion. Without hesitation, your fingers were practically anchored into the supple flesh of his inner thighs. You lapped at his neck hungrily as your fingers wrapped around his length, causing him to choke back a desperate moan. You sucked the pale skin of his neck as you threw off his shirt as well, leaving dark marks along his collarbone and above the creases of his neck. Shuichi took his bottom lip in between his teeth, attempting to silence his pleasured noises as you stroked him and kissed his body, but it was no use. He was already loud enough.

Your wet kisses made their way all the way down to his abdomen, licking it a few times, before going lower and lower ever so slightly. Shuichi shivered as he felt the corners of your lips creeep up into a smile against his lower abdomen, more noises continued making their way out of his throat. You finally pressed a kiss to his rosy tip, and wrapped your lips around his cock. Your tongue wrapped around him as it worked along his length, your head bobbing up and down to coat his entire shaft in saliva. Shuichi threw his head back and slammed his hand over his mouth, his muffled moans rang in your ears as you continued sucking him off lazily, yet passionately.

You felt his dick make its way down your throat, causing you to groan against him, which made the Shuichi feel even more pleasure from the vibrations of your voice causing shocks to course through his dick. At that moment, he couldn’t take it any longer. “Y/N…Please-! I can’t take any mor- ah-!” Thick shots of his warm liquid released in your mouth, the taste of the warm liquid made you smile against his cock, making him jerk slightly. You swallowed every drop before pulling away from his length, making sure to lick any remaining cum smeared on his tip.

Shuichi panted heavily, begging you to give him a moment as his palm pressed against his forehead gripped his hair tightly, still recovering from his orgasm.

After a few moments, he suddenly took back his original dominant position above you, towering over you like was not too long ago. He dipped back into a heated kiss as he tugged your underwear down and pressed himself against you, his length slightly sandwiched between your cheeks.

“Lie on your stomach.” He commanded, his expression filled with lust as you noticed that his cock was once again hard. You followed his order and flipped over onto your stomach, using your forearms and elbows to elevate yourself slightly. Shuichi paused for a moment, before bowing his head beside your neck, so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Can I…please?” He pleaded, planting his palms onto either side of your bare hips. You rolled your eyes with a smirk and nodded, barely getting onto your knees as well to arch your ass up slightly for him.

Shuichi was now a blushing mess once again, a few beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he stuttered out his words once again. “S-so should I use a condom or-? Maybe you want to do it raw- I don’t know! I’m sorr-“ you growled under your breath and cut him off by taking his chin in between your thumb and index finger.

“I don’t care what you do Shuichi, just fuck me already.”

His mouth hung open, both from being in disbelief and arousal. He nodded shyly as his fingers dug into your plush hips, allowing him to push himself into your puckered hole in one go. You almost screamed, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes slightly. You felt a sting around your hole, but it was quickly overcome by pleasure when he began sliding himself in and out of you. Your melodic voice mixed with the lewd squelching of your hole, and Shuichi’s strained groans resonated throughout the dorm room. Shuichi gasped as your hole clenched around his cock, the way you covered every bit of his length, and the way he filled you up- they were mutual feelings.

He lazily trailed a long line of kisses, ranging from your collarbone all the way above your ass, occasionally sucking and marking you when he could. His tongue pressed back against your shoulder as he gripped your waist tighter and increased the speed of his thrusts inside you, and you gripped onto the sheets so tightly you feared that you would rip them at this point.

It didn’t take long before you both climaxed, your bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat and you both stayed in that position for a few seconds, panting heavily as Shuichi came inside you, and you released your liquids almost immediately after feeling his seed inside your hole. He pulled out almost instantly, making you whimper slightly and crane your neck to press a strangely chaste kiss to his cheek. He settled himself beside you as he threw a blanket over you both, snuggling himself against your chest. His breathing evened out slightly, and his lips curved upwards into a satisfied smile.

“So…I guess you’re reassured enough to not be jealous anymore~? My precious, Shu~?” You breathed out softly.

He only gave a small nod in response as you gazed down at his relieved face dreamily. He held onto you tightly as he parted his lips slightly to say something.

“You’re the best lover I could ever ask for. Please, don’t ever leave me.” He whispered against you tiredly before drifting off to sleep. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you kissed his forehead quickly before retracting back and smiling down at him, your head resting against your hand, which was elevating your side with your elbow.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Kokichi sees these marks tomorrow, so he knows I’m yours.” you remarked playfully.

A/N: i fucking hate long textbook reading and notes smh

boutta post this at 2 am- thank god it’s a Saturday or else I’d be dead by now lmfao

hope you enjoyed this one anon, I was hella tired while writing so don’t mind typos, lazy writing etc. I’m sorry 😭

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ninrixs

1 year ago

Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.

He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”

And perhaps his best friend was right.

Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.

Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.

Replies:

Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?

Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?

Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up

Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?

Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared, cum here

A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃

Intro written by @kingkatsuki

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ninrixs

2 months ago

(un)official hype squad ;

blue lock itoshi rin x fem!reader, smau

genre/cw

-> smau (+more writing near the end), comedy, dark humor, found family, angst, cursing, references to sex, y/n knows nothing about soccer, takes place during bllk s2 (blue lock v japan u20 era), cheating, oliver is a dick, everyone has been aged up a year (or two) for story purposes, original characters + shipping, toxic relationships, friends to lovers, slowburn, pls ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated, rin is so slowburn 100k wc fic ending in an aggressive makeout session - tsuyalovebot

description

-> when y/n finds out that her boyfriend is cheating on her with not one, but three other women, they decide to team up and screw with their now ex-boyfriend. the plan? learn everything they can about soccer and use their newfound knowledge to cheer and become the (un)official hype squad for the opposing team

playlist

-> hype boy, newjeans -> HOT TO GO, chappell roan -> primadonna, MARINA -> because i liked a boy, sabrina carpenter -> apple, charlie xcx -> mantra, JENNIE -> teenage dream, katy perry -> toxic, britney spears -> pink pony club, chappell roan -> habits (stay high), tove lo -> real man, beabadoobee -> attracted to you, pinkpantheress -> popular, the weeknd, playboi carti, madonna

status

-> completed!

profiles (1) profiles (2) profiles (3)

0 | welcome y/n

1 | baddie #6

2 | the bet

3 | boy kissers

4 | new friends

5 | in women we trust

6 | eye candy

7 | EW

8 | secrets and blabbermouths