You Better Publish The Link When You Find It I’m Invested Too

I wanna see Tom Holland and/or Andrew Garfield read thirst tweets in character as Peter Parker and how they think he’d(respective to how they each portrayed him) react. I just think it’d be one of the most hysterical things to ever exist.

Don't Worry About Me

La Alberca Muerta. AKA, Deadpool

Based on the movies and canon really, doesn’t follow the exact order of the movie tho. FINALLY made a sad fic.

Decided to make the reader Wade’s sibling, like 3 years younger than him. Reader is still gender neutral. No powers. To make it simpler:

Wade is 28-30, (Y/N) is 25-27

Summary: Your brother Wade always told you not to worry about him.

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Sibling!Reader

warning(s): Angst, cursing, mentions of abuse/physical & mental illness/ and attempted suicide in detail/and overall death, spoilers I guess??? READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

word count: 2.0k

It hurt to see him struggle.

He was never someone who had it easy and was given a lot of struggles. Your childhood never had any proper parental figures to guide you through stuff like this, and having an abusive father didn’t help either. Back then, Wade had to be the protector, to ensure your safety as much as possible. There was always one thing he would tell you: “Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

Easier said than done.

You felt so happy when you met Vanessa. Knowing that there was someone else—besides you—who realized what an amazing person he is, and how much of a fighter and go-getter he is. It made you happy to know that Wade was able to find someone who he could give his heart to and settle down with.

“Alright, so…(Y/N), this is Vanessa.” You smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. She smiled back at you, “I take it you're the amazing sibling Wade’s talked about?” You gave an ‘aw’ and looked over at your brother, “You talk about me? That’s so adorable yet awkward at the same time!” Wade rolled his eyes.

“Well I usually talk about you when I run out of monologue to say. And there’s no way in hell I’m making weather talk.”

“So I’m just your plan b?” you retorted back at him.

“Pretty much! Except I don’t need to pay 13 dollars for a pill.”

“Gross!” you laughed out while slapping his arms. Vanessa looked at the scene. It was adorable. Having watched Wade interact with you made her think he’d be a great father.

Before you and Wade began a slapping war, there was a knock at the front door. You all turned to look at it.

“Who could that be?”

“Looks like dinner’s ready.” Vanessa said, walking away from the ‘living room’. You looked over at Wade, “That my cue to leave? Cause I don’t wanna be a bother…” Your brother wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Nope, this is your cue to stay and enjoy the Chinese takeout.”

Seemed like things were going great for your brother.

-

Unfortunately, cancer’s a bitch. Fuck cancer.

When Wade called you over the phone, you knew it had to be something serious. He was a texter, not a caller.

When he called you and told you he had cancer, you headed over to his and Vanessa’s place ASAP. Vanessa explained to you what the doctors had told them, and what the treatment options were. You looked over at your brother. He was in a daze, sitting on the couch. You’ve never seen him like that before. You were hesitant when you got up from the chair Vanessa offered you and sat down next to Wade.

You slowly grabbed his hand and squeezed. He finally broke from his shock and looked over at you. Your eyes began to tear up when you began, “Wade…I can’t even imagine how you feel right now. But, please understand that I wanna help you get through this as much as I possibly can…”

Wade smiled at you, “Thanks.”

“If there is in anyway I can try to help either of you guys right now—”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). I’m ok for now.” You knew that meant that he was kindly telling you that he didn’t want to talk about it right now. To drop it, at least for now.

He told you the same thing when he found out about some guy who offered to cure Wade. You didn’t see or hear from him within a year, only the doctors who claimed he had died, then were left to grieve over his supposed, deceased absence with Vanessa.

It was then a certain day where he decided to make his appearance known. You had gotten close with your brother’s widowed girlfriend as time passed by. You had eventually both had a weekly hang out routine with one another as you both began to see each other as the only family left. One day, she hadn’t answered your texts nor calls in over 3 days, which led to you searching for her at her job.

You freaked out even more when you couldn’t find her there either. Heading towards the apartment her and Wade used to share together, you worried over what could've happened to her.

Heading towards the complex, you felt uncomfortable when you noticed someone was following you. After a couple more blocks, you realized this person was most likely after something of you, or after you in general, shifting towards an alleyway, you stopped to see if the person would walk by.

When they entered the same alleyway you had prepared your fist and threw a sharp jab at the perpetrator's face. They shouted, clutching at their now dislocated jaw.

“Fucking shit balls!” The hooded figure yelled. You recognized that voice. Without hesitation you yanked the hood off. The person looked at you whilst you looked back in shock and despair.

“...Wade?” It felt like seeing some kind of ghost almost.

Your older brother sighed in defeat as he sheepishly shrugged. “Hi…”

Angrily, you began slapping and pushing at his chest as tears fell from your cheeks. “What. The. Fuck! Where have you been?! I fucking thought you were dead! You just decided to go motherfucking AWOL!” Wade stayed and took your beatings, “Why the fuck didn’t you call me or Vanessa?! Do you not care anymore?! Do you not understand how worried and how—”

You let out a loud sob, hits slowing down and going weak against his chest, “—fucking miserable we have fucking been? Do you not understand how scared I was when you left for treatment without even telling me? What even fucking happened to you?! What kind of treatment leaves you looking like that?! Wade what did you—”

Your brother grabbed both your hands, hugging you close to his chest. “I promise you I will literally explain everything. Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). But right now, I need you to help me find Vanessa.”

“Find Vanessa?” You looked up at him, snot beginning to drip from your nose. He nodded as he wiped it away with his sleeve. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for a couple of days.” you hiccupped.

Thus began the search for Vanessa and Ajax, leading you to meet the X-Men. Or at least a couple of them. NegaSonic Teenage Warhead seemed cool and a bit scary. Overall she was a teenager, nothing scarier than that. Colossus reminded you of a dilf, in a non-weird-sort-of-way. Overall, they seemed pretty nice—Colossus was more than friendly when you two met. You promised him a date later on.

When all the chaos was over, you ran ahead to check on your brother, despite the two X-Men’s protest. “Wa—D-Deadpool!” you didn’t know if he really cared about his secret identity or not. Regardless, you were able to make out him and, thankfully, Vanessa alive and standing. They were…making out.

You shook away your look of disgust and sprinted towards them, “Wade!”

Your brother looked away from his girlfriend, “(Y/N)!” He ran and engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around for extra measure. “You ok?” he looked you over, relieved to find no actual injury. You nodded and gestured to him, “I should be asking you that! I mean, I saw you get shot! Hell, even thrown around! It looks like you got a nasty cut o your side! You sure—”

“Woah woah woah, calm down I’m fine!” your brother said, cupping the sides of your head, “Don't worry about me, (Y/N).”

Things settled down for a bit afterwards.

Perfectly fine by you, Wade deserved it anyways.

-

He didn't deserve this. Neither did Vanessa.

You were shocked when you got a call one night and saw it was from Wade. Shakily, you got up from your bed, still in pajamas and putting on your sneakers. Bringing the phone towards your ear, you called him back, “Yes? Hello? Wade?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Vanessa’s dead.” he whimpered out over the line.

Oh my god.

“O-oh Wade…I-I’ll be there in a sec…c-call the police.” What the fuck were you gonna do exactly? You didn’t really know. Arriving at your car, you gripped at the steering wheel, tears falling from your cheeks. Silently sobbing, you leaned against the window, rubbing your forehead. Why? you asked yourself. Why her?

By the time you arrived, Wade was no longer there, all that was left was the police and ambulance.

-

Piotr was the one who called you and explained everything.

He told you about how your brother had disappeared a few weeks after Vanessa’s passing, he ended up in jail, and ended up saving a child somehow—something super powers related so you weren't gonna go too into detail—and he had refused to join the X-Men once again after he offered your brother again.

Apparently now he was living in some new apartment.

After thanking Colossus for the directions—and promising him another date—you headed towards…Wade’s new place?

Reaching the new complex, it looked worse than what you had. Prices in New York were already outrageous; you could only imagine how much he was paying for the pile of shit. You headed upstairs and followed the numbers on the walls.

“Let’s see…Piotr said 14D…” you mumbled while eyeing the rooms. There was a mix between loud orgy noises and yelling in general. You didn’t even begin to wonder what the stains on the walls or ceilings could be. It was bad. Very bad.

Reaching a door with a ‘14D’ taped to it, you gave a hesitant knock.

After three more tries, someone answered. “Who the fuck—” Your brother eye’s widened through the mask as he recognized it was you. “(Y/N)...”

You pushed passed him and made your way inside. “What are you doing here?” Wade asked, lazily closing the door behind him. Turning to face your brother, your eyes narrowed, “Why didn’t you bother to tell me everything that happened after…”

“After I killed Vanessa?”

You gasped and shook your head, “What do you mean—”

“I’m the one who killed her…fucking someone found out she was my girlfriend…crossed the wrong guy ‘pparently…next thing I know…someone fucking kill her…” he spoke with a slur. He sounded tired, drunk even, if that was still possible after he got his powers. “...she died…because of me…now I've just been here…tryin’ to kill myself…”

“Wade…n-no! You know damn well she wouldn’t want this! Why are you trying to end yourself?” you asked, slowly walking up to him. You reached out for a hug. He angrily pushed you away.

“SO I CAN FUCKING BE WITH HER!! DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT?!”

You didn’t speak up, allowing him to continue. He huffed even harder when you didn’t say anything back.

“Don’t you fucking get it?! You’re so fucking stupid! I left without leaving because look at what happened to the one girl I fucking loved?! She got killed! All because she knew me!! And y’know what's even more fuckin’ entertaining?” He grabbed a gun from the counter. You gasped, “Wade don’t—”

A shot rang through the room.

You looked horrified when he pulled the aimed gun away from his head. Blood and pieces of chunky flesh now on the side of his face, hanging on by some pieces that were still attached to his head and skull overall.

Wade sighed and let out small sobs as he put the gun back, looking at you.

“No matter how many fucking times I try…I can’t die. I can’t be with her. Even through death…”

Your brother walked past the counter and over to the kitchen, where he had towels and a medical kit. Regaining your shock back, and ignoring the fact that you're probably traumatized now, you slowly walked towards him.

“...Wade…please, you can’t do this…y’know Vanessa wouldn’t like this. How would she feel. H-How do you think I feel?” you asked shakily.

Finishing bandaging the parts of his skull he just blasted off, he looked over at you in defeat. “...Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

“But Wade—”

“Please…fuckin’ leave.”

“W-Wade…” You almost fell when he pushed you out the door, slamming it shut.

Ughhh idk man its 2:00 AM I'm sorry if its shitty. Happy New Year tho! Still sick sadly.

Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Your husband notices how worried you are about him going on another raid, so he stays for a bit longer to convince you that no matter what happens in the future, he will come home to you.

Word Count: 8K (I wrote too many banters I'm so sorry)

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

“Beru, take my daughter inside. I need to be with my wife. Alone.” 

The sudden solemnity that befell your husband’s face and the way his voice, low and heavy, resonated in the air around you smeared goosebumps upon your skin. His tone carried a breath of possessiveness, imbuing life to the slumbering butterflies within your stomach.

“Certainly, my liege,” came the shadow soldier’s immediate response. Shortly after he performed a deep bow, Beru walked into the house with your daughter held tight in his arms, closing the front door behind him to offer you the freedom to speak what your heart truly felt—except you couldn’t. You were scared for a thousand different reasons.

The sun had sunk low enough below the horizon for the darkness to gather, a stroke of purple hue tinging the vast orange sky, ready to wrap the stars with its velvety quilt. Jinwoo might appear nearly transcendent under the evening sun, but nothing embraced him better than the night’s cloak, a fitting companion to a man who carried the undead within his steps. Standing before him in this quietude, you felt like you slowly returned to your old self. Abashed, nervous, losing your tongue in front of a man so handsome, he made your heart ache.

Jinwoo turned to you, his face unreadable, guarded, but there was undoubtedly a gleam of concern residing in his deep blue eyes. He took a stride toward you, his movement soundless against the marbled floor of your porch, the same way death approached those who wished to harm the only person he could call home. “What is it?” he began in a voice so soft, it was almost zephyr-like. His lean fingers circled your wrist like a bracelet, cool to the touch. “You’ve never looked this perturbed before. Did something happen?”

“No,” your answer—your lie—came almost instantly, flawless to anyone’s ears. “Nothing happened.” Behind your clamped teeth, your mind endlessly screamed the words your tongue was itching to say, a desperate plea you tried to veil with everything you had.

Don’t go, Jinwoo, please, just this one time. I have a terrible feeling about this, and I know I can’t prove to you why, but it’s eating me alive. I feel it stronger today, this fear of losing you, of losing the other half of me. I know you want me to bid my farewell with a smile the way I always do, and I’m trying my best to do it even now, but there’s only so much I can keep to myself. I don’t want to say goodbye to my husband, not knowing if it will be the last time I can see his face. So, please… Please stay… Don’t leave me. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although these thoughts remained unspoken, in Jinwoo’s eyes, they manifested vividly on your face. But he wished to hear them directly, to see them flow past your lips, so he could capture each sentence and turn them into words of comfort. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice tender yet authoritative at the same time. “Don’t make me leave you like this. Don’t make me worry about you more than I already do. Tell me. Tell me so I can help.”

He’s right, you thought. Keeping this from him will only make him worry. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now. But when you still kept your lips pressed tight, trying to collect the words, his two fingers framed your chin, leaving you with no choice but to meet his scrutinizing stare. 

He seemed upset. No, more than that, he looked… angry.

The air seemed to shimmer around him as his emotions slowly climbed to the surface, his gaze darkening as his desire to protect you gripped him like a vice. “Did someone hurt you?” Jinwoo questioned you, his voice a deep rumble, crossing through the nearly infinitesimal space between your lips and his like an impending storm. 

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

He tilted your face higher, not letting you break free from his gaze. “I would be able to tell in a heartbeat if someone laid a hand on you, but if there was something that I didn’t know, some clues that I missed, someone who made you feel even slightly unsafe.” His eyes began to gleam; the shadows beneath his feet trembled in fear in the presence of his restrained rage. “I want their names. Now.”

You gulped. This side of him never failed to make shivers crawl down your spine. Jinwoo had always been so gentle and loving with you that it was easy to forget just how vicious and merciless he could be when his protectiveness over you took form. Your husband had killed for your sake before, more than you could possibly count, and he’d take another hundred lives within a blink of your eyes should you ask him to. 

As you released your shuddering breath, you twined your fingers around his wrist. “No.” You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to press a soothing kiss against the blue and red rivers of veins under his pasty skin. “It’s not like that. No threats, nothing. I’m safe.”

Relief washed over him, albeit only faintly. “What is it, then?”

You tarried, trying to mince your phrases as best as you could. “I know you can handle anything,” you only began, yet your voice was already cracking with emotions. “I know that, and I believe in your strength. But I saw you, Jinwoo, just like everybody else. I saw the way your enemy stabbed your heart and tore open your chest. You survived. By some miracle, you did. But the sight of it… It haunts me."

You took a breath before you continued. "I find it impossible to sleep at night when you’re not next to me. My mind keeps drifting back to you no matter what I do, wondering if you were fighting for your life again, trapped in a battle you couldn’t win. Sometimes I look at you and…” You laid your hand above his beating heart, your fingers tracing over it as your eyes grew vacant. “I remember the way the beast’s claws pierced through your chest, right here, all five of them. Your body may have healed, and there are no traces of those wounds left on your skin, not even a scar, but… I can still see them. I’m still scared of them. And I can’t help but think… What if it happens again? What if your luck runs out this time?”

Jinwoo continued to stay mute, listening to you intently as if you were the only voice in the universe. He only reacted once quivers ran through your fingertips, seizing your hand and pressing it harder against his chest, as if to remind you that beneath those translucent scars, his heart still remained the same—still alive, beating, racing, because of you, only for you.

You curled your fingers, still couldn’t wash away the dread. “I know you can’t change who you are,” you continued, your voice laced with tears. “And I know you have no other options but to do your duty, which is why I always try my best not to stop you from leaving. But today, for some reason, I feel anxious. It almost feels the same as how I felt on the day I almost lost you. It’s probably nothing, but… Right now, it’s suffocating me.”

The tension was palpable between you, leaving you to ponder whether you had spoken too much. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser for you not to speak at all. You blinked back your tears, wiping the ones that already crossed the edges with the heel of your palm. You felt mortified for baring your feelings out in the open, for being so theatrical about it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being so dramatic, aren’t I?” You forced out a laugh; the desire to flee the scene was almost too tempting to refuse. It didn’t help that he hadn’t spoken a word, leaving you shrouded by your own perception of his feelings. Have you upset him? Troubled him? Or maybe even hurt him in some way? Just the thought of it brought more fresh tears to emerge in your eyes. 

“I—” You cast your face to the side. “I should go check on our baby—”

Your husband caught you by your wrist, stopping you before you could escape, his touch firm but far from painful. His eyes were hidden underneath the curtain of his raven strands, but the way he pressed his lips so tautly together, enough for them to grow white, clearly indicated how much he took your words seriously.

“I’m scared, too.” 

His confession, spoken barely above a whisper, left you stunned. Out of all the things you thought he’d say at this moment, that was never one of them.

You pivoted around to face him. “Jin… woo..?”

It took him a moment to compose his words as if he lacked the bravery to come clean, to showcase his vulnerability. It was as if he had spent an eternity trying to keep these words all to himself, fighting back all the intentions to reveal this frail side of him to you, afraid of how you’d react, if he’d sadden you with it.

“I’m terrified, Sweetheart,” he repeated, quiet, almost breathlessly. “Not of death, but leaving you.” The lines of his face were strained, filled with consternation. “I know how it feels to lose those important to me. No matter how strong I get, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t protect everyone. I’ve lost my friends in battles. I’ve lost my father. And I nearly lost my mother and my sister, too. I know exactly how it feels, and it haunts me every day more than you could imagine.” 

His face twisted in sadness, almost in agony at the recollection of the precious lives that slipped through his hands, but that amount of pain felt small in comparison to how he felt when he added, “But you…” His fingertips trailed an invisible path down your cheek. “You and our daughter… You’re beyond that. You’re not just my family; you’re fragments of me. The hardest part of my mission is never about dealing with my enemies. It’s this moment right here, right now, bidding you goodbye and watching you smile back at me with your heart breaking in your eyes, thinking that you’d never get to see me again. You’re constantly on my mind, Sweetheart, every second of every day. And I always worry that something will happen to you while I’m gone. That you won’t be here to meet me at the door when I come home. That I’d be too late, and I wouldn’t be able to find you, to save you, even if I searched the whole world for you.” 

His throat felt parched, his voice so close to shattering. “With my power, no matter where you are, no matter how far you are from me, I can run back to you the moment I sense danger around you, but it will take me a second, and a second could change everything. You saw what happened with Jinah, didn’t you? I managed to save her right on time, but if I had arrived only a second later, I would’ve lost her. And if I… If you were in the same position… And I was a second too late on my way back to you… If I lost you forever…” He took one last step toward you, and he crumbled, his body sinking forward, his head falling to your shoulder. “I wouldn’t know how to live my life anymore…” A shaky breath escaped him. “Not without you…”

The amount of fear that radiated through his body was almost appalling. It was hard to believe someone so strong could tremble like this at the thought of losing you.

Jinwoo lifted his head, gathering your face in his hands, his eyes carrying the weight of a broken man. “I know it’s hard for you to watch me leave…” He pressed your foreheads together, his eyes closed in the sliver of bliss from being so close to you, but his eyebrows remained furrowed, tense from the pain and the horror of being separated from the other half of his soul. “And I will never make light of your feelings, but you also need to know just how unbearable it is for me to walk away from you…” 

You squeezed your teeth together behind your lips, your vision blurred by your tears. You could only offer a shaky nod in response, afraid you’d be sobbing if you let a word slip out of you.

“It tears me apart just to kiss you goodbye, Sweetheart.” He returned the small distance between you, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. “Every single time I leave, it’s like cutting off a piece of me, and you don’t know how much, just how much I want to stay and be with you right now—to spend every second of my life with you, so I can stop you from looking at me with those eyes. So I can put your heart at ease.” He lifted your face just enough to meet your crystalline eyes. “Don’t ever think I want to choose my duty over you. You are always, always, the most important thing in my life.”

It was the first time you saw him so fragile, so exposed, and you could feel just how much your presence in his life affected him. You were his weakness, his only weakness. 

You quickly collected yourself, desperate to assure him. “I know…” Speaking in your softest voice, you reached out to touch him, to cup his cheek, to do anything you could to soothe him even when you, yourself, were so close to breaking. “I know how much you care about me—about us—and I’m happy, Jinwoo. You don’t know how glad I am to have a husband like you. So strong” —you brushed a featherlight kiss on his cheek—“yet, so kind”—on his jawline—“and so, so gentle.” You planted the last one on his lips, as soft and tender as how you whispered his name. “And yes, of course, I understand how hard it is for you. This is why I didn’t want to say anything at first. I didn’t want to make you feel this way. I didn’t want to make you worry more than you already did. And I’m…” You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m sorry for speaking my thoughts out loud just now. I shouldn’t have said anything, at least not now when you’re about to leave.”

He let out a sigh under your comforting touch, almost yearning. Covering your hand with his own, he sank his face further into your palm like a child leaning to his mother’s touch. “No, don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, his lids shutting at the feeling of your warmth seeping into his pores. “I’m glad you could be honest with me. Thank you. I can breathe easy now, knowing that you’re safe.”

When he stared down at you, your smile for him was the softest, the sweetest it had ever been. It reminded him almost of his mother’s, the way it carried so much love, affection, adoration, and, most importantly, appreciation. As someone who held nearly limitless power, the constant efforts he made to save the world were never overlooked. Still, more often than not, people chose not to express their gratitude, saying he was merely doing his job as an S-Rank Hunter, taking everything he did for granted. You had seen just how cruel the public voice could be when they spoke ill of him, not long after the Jeju Raid ended.

Hunter Min Byung-Gu’s life could’ve been saved if Sung Jinwoo had appeared sooner! Yeah, where the hell was he anyway? Why didn’t he join the raid from the start? Was he scared? Hey, hey, I heard he refused to join the raid at first. Does he not realize his responsibility as an S-Rank Hunter? Embarrassing, right? S-Rank Hunters are supposed to be selfless heroes! Sung Jinwoo is not one of them!

Your husband never let these derisions get to him, but they got to you. It pained you, angered you to see these words spreading online like wildfire, but you couldn’t do much to change their opinions, and even if you could, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo never cared about them. He cared about you, about what you think of him, and fortunately for him, you were always there to appreciate every little thing he did. He didn’t have to save the world to impress you. You were already grateful for his presence, even just by seeing him plant a little kiss on your daughter’s head. 

“Thank you, Jinwoo,” you softly said, “for making the world a better place for me and our daughter to live in. But more than that, thank you for all the efforts you made as my husband and as the father of our child. For making time for us even when you were losing sleep, drained after all the raids. I’m sure your baby is grateful, too, for all the tea parties you had with her.”

He laughed a little, still carrying a hint of melancholy. “She can be quite demanding sometimes.”

“Yes, she can, but you’re always patient with her, and I adore you for that.” You stroked his cheek. “You’re a hero to us in more ways than one. You’re everything we want you—need you to be, and for that, I’ll always be grateful to you.”

His jaws clasped together like a floodgate, preventing his emotions from bursting beyond control. He nodded once, a bit bashful but visibly delighted by your lines. With a quiet giggle, you kissed the tip of his nose. “What, getting shy now?”

He responded with a chuckle, pretty roses blooming in his cheeks. “No, I’m just happy. You always know what to say to lift the weight off my shoulders. And I wish I could say something to ease your mind, too, but…” He broke away from your touch, returning your gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. I can lie to you and tell you that nothing could harm me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. So, all I can offer you right now is my promise.” He brought your hand closer to his face, his lips engraving the words directly to the bumps of your knuckles. “I promise that I will do anything, everything within my power, to come home to you.”

Your heart still splintered, but it wasn’t nearly as agonizing anymore. Perhaps it was all due to his vow. Or maybe you’ve learned how to withstand the pain, to welcome it as a part of you, knowing it was something you couldn’t chase away, something that would only be repeated in the future. “Jinwoo—”

A pair of soft lips captured your own, your face held, your words stolen. The sudden kiss was chaste, almost innocent, just pure romance beneath the bitterness of a farewell. Jinwoo pulled away but only barely, the tip of his nose still grazing your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his warm breath, sweet and intoxicating, fanning your lips. “I love you so much, Sweetheart, more than I could bear.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “I love you, too.” 

Another kiss, another soft touch from a man you’d sworn to love unconditionally. But the gentleness of your colliding lips, the innocence of it, could never last long, always replaced by something more arduous. A hint of his longing for you, his craving, showed in the way he molded your lips beneath his, and within seconds, his kiss turned deep, controlling, consuming. His arm slithered around your waist, pressing your body close against him, tight enough for you to wonder if you could just melt into him, be a part of him. Perhaps then, you could be wherever he was. A world where you don’t have to bid him goodbye… Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

His breathing turned uneven by the time he ended the kiss, enthralled and far from satisfied. And just like him, you couldn’t do much but stare at the shape of his pretty mouth in your haze.

“You asked me if I’d let the world burn for you.” His voice turned raspy, hoarse with need, his eyes watching the way his thumb glided over your slicked lips. He pressed down on your bottom one, and you parted your mouth in response, an act so natural, it made his gaze heavy with lust. “I’d do it,” he said, stealing your breath with it. “I’d watch the world burn to the ground just to be with you for a second longer. All you need to do is say the words.”

Your eyes turned round, your heart thrashing inside your ribcages. You could see the conviction in his eyes, giving you as much joy as the fear that dawned upon you. 

The safety of the world did not lie in Sung Jinwoo’s hands. It was in yours. 

Your ardent love, intense and overflowing, rushed to your hands, crumpling the front of his coat as you brought him back to you for another taste of his lips. You pulled your husband down to you, to where he belonged, to where he should stay, your mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. You were the gravity that pulled him in, the spark of fire to reignite the flames within him. And you wanted to kiss him forever, to have his hands on your body, to be close enough for you to—

Jinwoo suddenly stiffened in your arms, breaking off the kiss so abruptly that it left your mind reeling for a second. A frown sketched over the lines in his forehead, irritation glinting in his eyes. 

Your heart plummeted, unsure of what you did wrong. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing,” he sighed exasperatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I just heard Igris talking in my ear, reminding me of my schedule. What time is it now?” He lifted his wrist, glancing at the silver watch. “Damn it.” He clicked his tongue; his vexation doubled. “I guess I really have to go.” But his eyes, like always, found their way home to you, and he took you in once more, this breathtaking view of you with your face flushed, your lips all red and bruised and glistening with his spit. “And it’s probably better if I leave now before I get, umm…” He noticeably swallowed, trying to rein in the desire to take you here against the wall. “Carried away.”

With flames kissing your cheeks, you tossed your stare to the floor. “Y-You’re right. Sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’” Jinwoo tittered, the sound soft and wonderful in your ears. Lifting your face by the chin, he tilted his head slightly to the side, adoring you. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.”

His smirk, his voice… He seemed so effortlessly sexy when he said it that it turned you sheepish. You removed yourself from him. “S-so, umm… When will you be back again exactly?”

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

Your shoulders sagged. He could’ve said six years, and it would probably sound just as torturous. “Okay…”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled softly despite his heart breaking just the same. “Don’t be like this.” He rubbed his knuckles against your cheek before he poked you lightly with his finger, making you giggle from it. “I’ll make it up to you once I get home, okay? Anything you want me to do—anything at all—I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

His previously impish smile fully morphed into a devilish grin. “Anything.”

“Hopefully, it’s not something sexual,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Hopefully, it is.” His chuckles didn't last long, followed shortly by a heavy sigh. “Can I hug my wife one last time?”

You stilled, your breath caught in your throat. “It’s not the last time.” 

He blinked before he understood his mistake, sadness coating the soft bow of his lips once he did. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” He spread his arms wide, waiting for you to return to his warmth with the softest smile on his face. “I mean, can I hug you one more time before I go? And touch you endlessly once I get home?”

Contentment suffused you at once, and you answered him by carving the shape of your smile against his lips, your fingers coiled against the front of his coat. You made sure to keep your kiss light, not wanting to repeat the same mistake of drowning in desire. You weren’t sure you could escape it should it happen again. But even so, when you parted from him, you couldn’t deny the tension between you. Like magnets, you were drawn together. Just the slightest brush of your skin meeting his could turn it into a force beyond your control.

You tried to distract him—or rather, yourself. “H-hey, you said Igris talked to you before. Does that mean he… saw what we were doing?” This was the first time it happened, as Jinwoo had always been careful in the past not to let his shadow soldiers witness your intimate acts. Whenever you two were together, your husband would always command his army to shut down all their senses for a moment, to give you the privacy you needed. You weren’t sure why Igris could see you now, but the thought horrified you. “I’ve always been awkward with him because he doesn’t talk much and seems so… noble. If he saw us kissing like that, I… I don’t think I could face him again. Especially after…” You kept on rambling, driven out of shame, submerged at the thought of seeing the dark knight again after he witnessed everything that happened between you and his master.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo’s eyes darkened, completely lost in the view. Seeing you like this, standing so small and fidgety before him, looking so flustered that you couldn’t handle meeting his eyes when you spoke—

God, I want to ruin her. 

I want to make her all mine again. 

His nails scraped against his palm as he tried to find restraint, his throat burning with the desire to claim you, to taste you, to drink everything you give him. You were asking him a question, weren’t you? Something about Igris. Fuck, he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t pay attention to any of the lines you said, watching how your mouth shaped the words but not registering them. Your voice was a whisper in his ear, easily drowned by the filthy thoughts that grew even more vehemently with each second passing by.

“Honey?”

At your call, he averted his gaze. One more second looking at you, and he would’ve succumbed to his needs. “Hmm?”

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

“Yeah, the entire army, basically.” Though he wanted to seem apologetic, his grin betrayed him. “I was too absorbed with you that I forgot to tell them to close their eyes.”

You gaped, colors draining fast from your face. “Jinwoo! ”

He laughed quietly at your reaction, catching the little punches you threw to his chest.  “Baby, relax. So what if they saw us kissing? You’re my love.”

Your stomach somersaulted at the word he chose. He could’ve just said my wife instead of my love. It would've been easier for your heart. “Well, I don’t want them to see that…” Another pout, another wild urge he had to chase away before he bruised your lips with his own. You exhaled. For some reason, you felt exhausted. “Though it’s… sweet how Igris tried to keep you from running late. That should’ve been my job. Did he just pop up, tell you to go, and then disappear again?” The vision of it looked funny in your head because surely, he must’ve been embarrassed seeing us like that, right?

“Actually, he told me to stay.” Your husband wound his arms around your waist, drawing you closer before he rested them on your curves. “He said that I should just send him there and let him take care of the gate for me. So I can be here with my queen.”

“‘Your queen?”’ You repeated, couldn’t help but feel amused even though you were touched by how caring the dark knight was to your family.

Scarlet tinged his cheek. “His words, not mine.”

“I see. So, I’m not your queen, then?”

The shade deepened as he tossed his face to the side. “Of”—he cleared his throat, his voice reducing to a mumble—“Of course, you are.”

You giggled, and your husband softened into another smile, staring at you affectionately. He seemed glad that you’d rediscovered the strength to throw a jest or two. 

“Well, as much as I don’t wish for my king to go,” you dawdled with your words, building expectations as you glided one hand up his chest. You could feel the ridges of his lean, taut muscles underneath his shirt. A wave of desire pooled inside your stomach, threatening to resurface if you weren’t being careful. “The world needs him. Even if I keep you to myself now, you’re bound to leave for another mission sooner or later. I’ve come to realize that…” You paused to gain control of your emotions, your hands fixing his collar in your attempt to seek distraction. “The best way to deal with this is by getting myself used to it. Get used to this feeling that you leave me when you kiss me goodbye. I have to teach myself to be patient, as it will only be a matter of time before my husband returns. I think that’s what I have to do,” you smiled at him, shy amidst the mischievousness that you previously displayed. “As your queen.”

His heart thawed at your lines, cradling you close enough by the shoulders to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing it so he could recall this sense of peace you gave him when he was miles away from you. Even without words, you could tell just how proud he was of you. “Thank you,” he murmured against your temple. He kept you this way for a moment, his nose nuzzling against your strands until he remembered how time would never be merciful to him. “I really have to go, baby…”

“I know…”

But when he pulled away, he couldn’t find the strength to detach his gaze from you, caught in a conflict between his feelings and his responsibility. “I’ll be…”—he traced your cheek, his gaze falling to your lips—“back soon, okay…?”

You nibbled at the corner of your lip, causing him to nearly groan at the sight. You didn’t mean to entice him; you were just nervous under his hooded gaze, your body brimming with anticipation. You knew he wanted another kiss, another touch, and you wanted thousands of them, but— “Okay…”

Jinwoo moved closer, as close as he could be, his face hovering merely a few inches from yours. Nothing but desire resided in his eyes, his voice low and husky when he spoke, “Don’t miss me too much…”

It was like the air crackled between you, invisible hands drawing you together. Your fingers twined a little tighter around the front of his coat, itching to tug him down and erase the millimeters of space separating your lips. “I’ll try…” You replied with shivers in your breath, and in a moment of weakness, your gaze cascaded to his lips.

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

“Jin—mmph!” You were pushed back against the wall, your body lifted to your toes, and your lips devoured. He couldn’t do it. Whatever battle he was fighting inside, he lost it the moment he realized you wanted him just the same, and he didn’t care. You were still his prize to claim, your taste was his to consume, your warmth was his to take, and he drowned in you almost instantly, his fingers possessively grabbing your face, leaving you with no choice but to accept his kiss, to accept whatever it was he planned to give you. 

Without wasting a second, he wedged his knee between your legs, parting them open and having his thigh pressed firmly against your core. You gasped against his mouth, your body clinging onto him, shuddering at the thrilling sensation. “J-Jinwoo—”

“I know,” he replied shortly, almost in a growl, breathless against your mouth. “I need you, too, so just—” He pressed your body tight against him, his lips placed upon yours again with such urgency as if being separated from you for merely a second deprived him of all the oxygen he needed.

The last thread of restraint in your head forced you to place your hands on his chest. Despite your aching need to rub yourself against his thigh, you voiced your thoughts aloud between lustful kisses. “Wait—we shouldn’t—mmph—”

With a grunt, he removed your hands from him, pinning them against the wall as he ceaselessly devoured your mouth. He kept you that way, trapped and caged within his hold. “Y-you have to go,” you managed to whimper out, your body tensing as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

Jinwoo finally broke away, his face flushed, painted over with nothing but ardor. “Want me to stop?”

Your heart thrashed wildly inside your chest. The huskiness in his voice, the way his breathing turned heavy at the sight of you—what women would say no?

“Come here.” You pulled him back to you, begged him for another kiss, a wish that he was so eager to comply. Struggling to match his pace, you found yourself clawing at the back of his trench coat, one of your legs hooking around his thigh as he pushed your dress up to your stomach, revealing more soft skin and supple flesh for him to grip and sink his nails into. He grunted against your neck, a string of expletives among sinful praises, and you shut your eyes, head thrown back at the thrill of having him act so needy, so desperate for you. 

You couldn’t care about anything, not anymore, but your memory recalled the sour look he made when he checked on his watch a moment ago. How much time do we have until he really needs to go? “Jinwoo—ah—” You felt his teeth grinding not so gently against your skin, marking you as if he wanted to leave something for you to remember him by, to ache for in your wake. “W-what time should you be leaving—”

His fingers circled your throat, holding you dominantly in his grip. “Ten minutes ago. Open your mouth.”

He deepened the kiss as soon as you parted your lips for him, moaning at the burst of your taste on his tongue. You welcomed his taste with a gasp, your hands now crawling up his nape, his hair, making a nest out of his strands the same way he made a mess out of you. His tongue delved inside, begging for a sliver of your sweetness, but you wanted to give him everything, and you did, your tongue sliding against his own, kissing him as if this was your last time to remember just how amazing he felt against you, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, body to body. All the fear you had over his departure, all the love you held for him, they dissolved into one, into this burning ache that permeated your core, the need to have him close.

And God, you wanted more, wanted him so badly, it felt like torture.

“Fuck,” Jinwoo groaned, followed quickly by a low moan of your name. He was really trying to hold back, to only settle down for a kiss or two, but— “Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible all the time?”

He was suffering just the same, one hand slamming against the door to maintain his distance, to keep him away from crushing you, from becoming one with you. It balled into a fist, evidence of what was left of his self-control; his fingers clenched so tightly that it painted his knuckles white and his palm crimson. His other arm snaked around your waist as his mouth sucked bruises on your collarbone, his nails clawing against the fabric of your dress, eager to tear it apart right then, right there. Rough, sinful noises continued to stream past his lips as you brought your lower half even closer to him, the sound low and deep; it was almost primal. 

“Ngh, baby, please—” He pleaded with his eyebrows sewn together, his jaw slackening at the sensation of you pushing your hips back, grinding on him. You could feel just how hard he was beneath his pants, the contour of his cock nudging deliciously against your clothed heat. It excited you, your heart swelling in satisfaction at how fast you could turn the most powerful man in the world into a desperate lover with only a few touches. Only you had this power over him, and he made sure to worship you for it.

His body reacted instinctively, rocking his hips against yours, quickly taking over control. Somewhere in the labyrinth of your mind, a voice reminded you to stop, he’s already late as it is, and you can’t do this here, not outside, not for everyone’s eyes to see, but when Jinwoo caught your earlobe between his teeth, his voice dangerous and guttural when he said, “God, Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to be inside you right now,” all you could think was—

Yes, please.

You smashed your lips against his, your fingers tugging hard at the roots of his hair, robbing another shameless moan out of him. He welcomed your burning passion, reciprocating it by doubling the intensity. None of you gave a damn where you were or what time it was; none of it mattered, not anymore. You just needed him, and he needed you. Not just want. Need.

Jinwoo unclasped his belt with one hand while keeping hold of your face with the other; his movements rushed, lacking the usual grace that he normally exuded. You were sure he didn’t mean to tear your lingerie apart, but even if he did, it would’ve only added more fuel to the shimmering flames inside you. Now that your bottom half was bare and exposed, he took himself out of his confinement, holding his length in one hand, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your protruding clit.

You shivered, your hips swaying on their own, begging him to just ram it inside. “Jinwoo, please.”

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he growled, lifting your body higher on the wall, making you hold on to nothing but him to fight back gravity. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his mouth hot against your jawline. His coat slid off his shoulders as he positioned himself over your entrance, pooling around his elbows.

But then, Jinwoo slowed down amidst the heat of your passion, just for a moment. Even as his desire consumed him from within, your consent remained a top priority. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or, worse, doing anything you didn’t want him to. Your husband took a second to look at you, wanting you to give your permission out loud even when all his heightened senses and perceptions had found their answer a while ago. “Can I have you?”

Your reply came in the shape of you carding your fingers through his locks again, your mouth colliding with his as you spread your legs a little wider. “Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please—oh!” 

You felt him pushing himself inside the second your plea left your mouth, stretching all of your walls at once. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jinwoo groaned deep and loud, slamming one hand against the wall, the vein in his neck popping from beneath his pale skin. His reaction was almost as if he’d never experienced such pleasure before, his body trembling at the feeling of your heat tightening around him, so drenched inside that you could take him—his everything—all in one go. “God, you feel so good.” He locked your lips together again, moaning at the feeling of being shrouded by your warmth. He moved his hips tentatively to ensure your comfort, but he surrendered immediately after the first try. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I don’t think I can—ngh—hold back—” 

He began to move, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your shoulder to contain his grunts, his hips thrusting fast and rough, sliding himself in and out of you in the desperation of a heated beast seeking a release. Just like him, you were feeling it much more than anything you’d ever done with him. Maybe it was the place, the sensation of doing something so indecent, so out in the open. Maybe it was because you were both trying so desperately to comfort yourselves, to forget your upcoming separation, even only for a moment. Or maybe it was simply because you loved him so ardently, the same way he did about you. 

Now that the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon, the night was nearly pitch black. No stars were in sight, as if they grew too shy to witness something so obscene. Detecting the darkness around you, the lights around the house switched on automatically, illuminating the entryway and the lush garden around you with a warm, romantic glow. The magical view of the scenery usually brought a sense of serenity to your heart, but no, not that night. Not when you were stuck in a very compromising position with your husband. The worst one of all was the three pendant lights shining brightly above you, dangling from your high ceilings, exposing the way your bodies rocked together in rapid, rhythmless motions for the whole world to see.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by them, your body tensing. If anyone were passing by, with the way your husband had you pinned against the wall, your heels digging to the small of his back, your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, they would discover you in a heartbeat. 

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

With his lips sucking hard bruises on your neck, Jinwoo lifted one hand in the air and clenched his fingers into a fist. All the lightbulbs shattered at once, their sounds piercing the air, stealing a surprised yelp out of you, which he silenced immediately with his mouth. The same invisible force shielded you from the pieces of glass raining down from the ceiling, leaving your heart rattling in your chest but your skin uninjured.

You were embraced by the darkness again, though it was never as thick as you would love it to be. The silver moonlight still bathed your skin, and the golden shine of the bollard lights surrounding your garden remained bright enough for you to discern your husband’s features, but at least, you no longer felt like you were standing under the spotlight. You still couldn’t entirely chase your anxiety away, however, and noticing that, Jinwoo captured your face, his fingers pressed firmly on each side of your jaw.

"Focus on me,” he said, palm plastered against the front of your throat. Although pain was absent from his touch, his hold on you was firm, controlling, his voice commanding. “I don’t want you to think about anything else. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on how I’m making you feel right now.” 

And it felt good. He made you feel so damn good that by the time he plunged himself deep into you again, you found yourself crying out against his mouth, clutching onto him like a lifeline. Jinwoo was just as deep in rapture as you were, unintentionally ripping the top buttons of your dress in his desperation to taste more of your skin. He was beyond aggressive, unrestrained, and impatient, and God, you loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time he was like this, and the feelings brought you quickly to ecstasy. 

You were close, your pleasure building up faster than it ever did. “Jinwoo, I’m—”

“I know,” he moaned against your shoulder, his teeth just one pressure away from sinking into your flesh. “I’m close too, angel, just a little bit… ngh… more…”

He quickened his pace, taking his cock completely out of you only to drive himself back to the hilt, each thrust hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You fell over the edge with your lips parted in a silent moan, your nails scraping against the back of his shirt, your legs shaking, tautening around him as you reached cloud nine.

The sensation of your walls closing in around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he needed that one single push, just one sweet moan from you in the shape of his name, to make him grasp that vigorous wave of euphoria. “Sweetheart, please—”

Knowing exactly what he was begging for, you embraced him closely by the neck, gripped his soft locks beneath your fingers, and whispered the words he’d been dying to hear right against his mouth.

“I love you, Jinwoo.” 

He shuddered, his skin breaking into goosebumps, and he finished inside you with a deep, gravelly groan erupting from the back of his throat. His hips stuttered, slowing down but not yet stopping until he finished spilling everything inside. His breaths came out raggedly, hot against your neck. His left hand was still glued to the wall beside your head. 

As your tremors began to dissipate, your husband carefully placed you back on your feet, holding you close until you could stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly beneath your weight, your strength leaving you after experiencing what might be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had.

“That was… intense,” Jinwoo tittered breathlessly, his hair all tousled, his face the prettiest shade of pink. It mesmerized you just how stunning he looked like this, and it satisfied you more than anything to know that you would always be the one—the only one—who could see this side of him, who could bring this side of him into view. Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. The way you stood there, gazing up at him with your starry eyes slightly watery from your orgasm, your dress torn and crumpled, your skin marked and claimed. He could easily go for another round—or three—if you let him.

“You okay?” He asked as he swatted the stray strands out of your eyes, helping you with your dress before he fixed his own attire. You nodded a bit drunkenly, and he let out another chuckle before planting a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”

“And my panties,” you added, snatching the torn fabric away from your heel. You stared flatly at it, your tone monotonous when you said, “Unbelievable. This is the third time, Jinwoo. Three times you’ve done this to me."

He was embarrassed by it. So cute. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not sorry,” you teased him with a poke on his cheek. “Buy me another one? The dress, I mean. I don’t trust you with my lingerie after what you bought me last time.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I’ll buy you the prettiest one. Promise.” Brushing a light kiss on your temple, he spoke his worry once more. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” 

The genuine concern in his tone caused your joy to unfold. In all honesty, yes, he did, but every pain was welcomed—no, every pain was desired, and you wished you could have more. More consuming kisses that left your lips swollen. More love bites on your neck that would last until he returned home. More bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he was holding you. It felt nice to be dominated, to be owned, to be so wanted by your husband that he lost control of himself, of his mind. 

“What?” Jinwoo raised a brow, looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a sheepish smile, stroking his cheek. But with him looking at you with such confusion in his eyes, you felt like you owed him the truth. “I just realized you never fucked me this way before, and it scares me just how much I enjoyed it.”

He blushed at your words, so fervently that you wondered if this was the same man who had just mounted you like a beast in heat a moment ago. But then he laughed, the sound so delicate and pretty in your ears. “I was going to apologize for being carried away, but…” He bent his head down, bringing himself to your eye level as a smirk crept up his lips. “If that’s what you’re into, then I have so much more in store for you.”

You swallowed, your skin tingling with excitement at the thought. “W-we can try that after you get home. Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

“Shit, you’re right.” As unbelievable as it was, he had truly forgotten about it. Jinwoo hastily rummaged through his pocket for his car key, racing against time. “Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” He kissed you quickly, almost making you stumble from how fast he was grabbing your face. “Goodbye, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jinwoo, wait,” you giggled, tugging him back by his arm. “You got my lipstick all over you.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, trying to wipe off the red stain. “And your hair’s mess. Do you have a comb with you?”

“It’s all right, I love it like this.” He tossed you a boyish smile. “It feels like I’m carrying a part of you with me, like some kind of proof that reminds me of what we just did.” He then continued in a whisper, his smirk grazing your earlobe. “The same way you’re carrying a part of me… inside you.”

You grew mortified, all due to his words and the feeling of his essence seeping out of you. You could feel it trickling down your thigh before you squeezed your legs together, face aflame. “Leave. Now.” You whirled his body around, shoving him forward. “And tell your shadow soldiers to help me change the lights. I can’t believe you used your skill for that.”

He tossed you a grin over his shoulder. “Gotta make the best use of what I have, Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t think Igris would be happy to know that you’re using Ruler's Hand for sex.”

“Oh, baby, trust me, if I were planning to use Ruler’s Hand for sex, bursting lightbulbs would be at the bottom of the list.” His smirk carried the promise of something lewd, something naughty. “And also, if I’m happy, all my soldiers are happy, Igris included. And I’m definitely happy right now, all thanks to my sweet girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you snorted despite heat filling your cheeks. “Now go before Jinho kills you.” 

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You watched him stride away with your hands on your hips, sighing despite the way your lips curved up in amusement. You were going to miss these little banters you have. Some parts of you still refused to let him go, but when Jinwoo rolled down his window, giving you one last smile with one hand on the steering wheel, all you could say was, “Come home to me, darling.”

“I will, baby.”

And as he drove into the night, disappearing from your sight and leaving your heart lamenting in your chest, you knew you had no choice but to put your faith in him. This wouldn’t be the last time you see him. It would never be. Jinwoo would make sure of that.

Because if he had to watch the world burn for it, for you, then so be it. 

Heaven or hell, Gods or the Devils, I’ll destroy them all.

As long as I can come home to you, Sweetheart, nothing else matters. ***

The Inuzuka Clan should just constantly be feral.

Not incoherent but just constantly in a state of just Absolute Feral Menaces to Society. Then their spouses and/or partners should be the calm ones that keep them under control and the only ones that can calm The Feral™️. Obviously, if someone insults the spouses/partners there is no holding them back, but also should someone insult the Feral Spouse or their Feral Children, the Calm Spouse will not take a shred of bullshit and will immediately make the person regret their entire existence without any violence necessary.

Think, Masaru Bakugou and his Feral Wife and Child, but even more so because Wolf Bois.

It is a crime and a travesty that we did not get this so I’m putting it out there to hope someone agrees and/or writes something about/with it.

Masterlist

Alright everyone here’s my masterlist. This is a mixture of Overwatch fics and some monster loving fics. All fanfiction can be found on my Ao3, but my teratophilia stories are only found on here. 

Kinktober2017 

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11 Day 12 Day 13 Day 14 Day 15 Day 16 Day 17 Day 18 Day 19 Day 20 Day 21 Day 22 Day 23 Day 24 Day 25 Day 26 Day 27 Day 28 Day 29 Day 30 Day 31

Overwatch Fics

Gabriel Reyes x Reader

The Commander’s Babysitter Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 

The Shadow Wolf Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

A Vampire Lover 

Knock First 

Don’t Be a Creep 

Overwatch Thanksgiving 

Death and the Mermaid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

A Sugar Daddy and his Baby Part 1 

Is this a Dream? 

Giveaway Prize: 1st Place

Lazy Mornings 

Love of Three Part 1 

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hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️

i really wanted to know what are your thoughts w bakugo and sex polen or just something like a lust quirk

PERMANENT FIX! (3.9k)

pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being hit with a sex pollen quirk, the only person bakugou has in mind to ask for help is his frenemy with benefits coworker.

WARNINGS: sex pollen, i cannot write without making it a lil soppy in love lmao, begging, they both come three times lol, oral both ways, cute themes :), loads of pet names from bkg because who am i, unprotected bc i forget about condoms lol don’t do that irl kids but also don’t take sex advice from me but take that okay

LUNA SAYS: hello!!! first fic of the year! hope everyone enjoys lol tell me what you think :) haven’t been writing much because i’ve been READING!!! last year i met my goal of 55 books and this year i wanna try 100 hehe ALSO YES thank you one direction for the title inspo

bakugou swears the gods love you, this whole situation was punishment for that stupid argument he had in your office two days ago. he liked arguing with you, getting under your skin but because he hasn’t seen you since that day, there’s been no reconciliation. so that argument is still in the air, now punishing him because he knows how you’re going to react when he tells you about his little problem. he needs you and he’s sure you’re either going to slam your door in his face or slap him for being so… vulgar. 

right now, bakugou is so horny it’s painful. he can feel it in his veins in his temples, his pulse in his neck and the twitch of his cock. apparently, it was a thing for people with sex pollen quirks to let it off on pro heroes because they’d think it would be funny. their put together heroes desperate to get off in public but this one was a slow burn. from when he got back to the agency, his car ride home and now outside your apartment, he’s about to explode.

a trickle of sweat slides from his eyebrow when he knocks on your door so he lifts his t-shirt to wipe it off. when he lets go of the fabric, he catches your eyes flick from his chest with an appreciative glance but hardening when they reach his pupils. yep, you’re still mad at him.

“if you’re trying to seduce me it won’t work,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. you’re always so quick with him, ready to test him and put him in place. he’s always had a crush on you, who wouldn’t with how insanely beautiful you are? fuck his life.

bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.

“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”

bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”

you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.

“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”

“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.

you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 

he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”

“you.”

bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 

there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.

“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 

it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.

“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”

you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.

“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.

“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”

“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 

“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”

you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”

he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”

bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.

when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 

high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 

“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.

bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”

he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 

“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.

your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.

“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.

bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.

“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 

you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”

with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”

he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.

“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 

you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”

bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”

he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”

you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 

“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 

“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.

“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”

bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 

your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.

“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”

you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”

the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.

then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.

a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”

“what did i say about you calling me that?” 

“it’s not my fault you are.”

“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.

then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 

“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”

“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”

your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.

your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 

he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.

“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.

you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”

he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 

he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.

“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.

“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”

bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.

he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 

“wanna be my girl?”

your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.

“katsuki! let me move!” 

he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”

“we both know my pussy is better.”

“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”

you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”

“then you can be mine too?”

you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”

“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”

that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.

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For anyone who’s like to know when the fic I posted about is found, I’m creating a tag list! I’ve already got some names added to it but if you’d like to be added, just go ahead and comment here and I’ll be happy to let you know! 😁😁

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https://at.tumblr.com/sqwishywrites34/help-to-find-a-fic-i-cant-remember-was-platform/njai4055k565

benny weir masterlist

all of my writings for benny <3

** means nsfw content

Strangers To Lovers | Imagine (all readers)

The Broken Road | Imagine (all readers)

Witchcraft Connections | Imagine (all readers)

Christmas Mistakes | Imagine (all readers)

Apple Picking Date | Headcanons (all readers)

The Chance Of A Dusker | Imagine (all readers)

Educational Dream | Imagine (female readers)

I Really Loved You | Imagine (female readers) Part Two & Part Three

His Kisses | Preferences (all readers)

First Time With S/O | Headcanons (female readers)

Genderfluid Love | Headcanons (all readers)

‘Aberration' Masterlist

“Ah, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information I’m going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.

And may I remind you…

These individuals are extremely dangerous.”

In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 7.5 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

[TAGLIST IS CLOSED]

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Aberration Bonuses:

Cannon ‘HC’:

Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]

How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you ‘Sweetcheeks’ [asked by anon]

What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog]

Headcannons:

Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]

How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]

How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]

Fanart:

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same

Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @srcpcsoha​

Inmate Hitoshi Shinso by @srcpcsoha​

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrhea​

Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @melonecc

Inmates Denki Kaminari and Izuku Midoriya by @yugisamma

Scientist Aizawa and Assistant Momo by @melonecc

Mochi’s Headcannon Scene with Midoriya by @melonecc

Aberration Spotify Playlist by @beels-burger-babe

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Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Horror/Thriller/Yandere

Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.

Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival

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