#lets see if I stay consistent

[alaspice]

𝐒𝐨𝐥 𝟎𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Water is not your friend.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: almost drowning, blood, language 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8K

a/n this starts pre-canon in the school year before Wednesday shows up, This is big time Slow Burn, strap in.

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For some who was so connected to the sun, you didn’t enjoy the heat. Heat is sticky and uncomfortable. It’s stuffy and suffocating, snatching any semblance of comfort. Worse of all, heat is harmful. The amount of times you had accidentally burned someone because you couldn’t keep yourself in check was too high for your liking.

It was the insane heat that brought everyone here in the first place. Being the third week of school, the summer air had not yet left New England. With that came the agonizing humidity and scorching sun. Sitting around miserable, it was Divina who had the idea to go out to the lake. No one needed convincing to head down the considerably cooler water. 

While everyone was splashing in the murky waters, you stayed in the shallows. If you were heat, then the chill of water was your natural enemy. While it didn’t hurt you to be in it, water was just uncomfortable to you; you were insanely out of your element. 

You mindlessly meandered in the shallows as you balanced on the slimy rocks and plants. You had rolled up the legs of your flowing pants to above your knees, though the water didn’t even pass mid shin. The mud felt cooling on your soles as you kicked up clouds of muck, the occasional crawdad scurrying away. The pond smell has already faded into the background. 

You leaned down and ran your gloveless hands through the water, a small amount of the steam rising from your skin. A few water bugs danced across the surface, at your disturbance. Your fingers delicately flitted across the smooth stones, finally settling for a flat piece of siltstone. Plucking it up, you flipped it over in your palm before flicking it across the water. It skipped for a few seconds before disappearing into the dark depths. 

A sudden yelp brought your eyes up from the fading ripples and further into the lake. It had been Yoko. From her flailing form and the devious look from Kent, she has most likely been thrown. Smiling to yourself, you leaned back over and chose another stone to skip.

Out of your periphery, you saw a mass lazily floating over to you. Xavier was on his back, loose hair floating around his head like a halo. His eyes were closed to his surroundings but he seemed to know exactly where he was going. You grabbed another stone, and skipped it close to his head, a few droplets landing on his skin. One eye opened.

“You could’ve hit me.” Xavier’s words held no intent behind them. You and him both knew that his head was never your target. 

“Remember when we used to do this?” while it wasn’t a whisper, but your voice was quiet.  

“Hmm?” Xavier kicked his legs so he would drift closer to you. You looked at his hands. His fingers were splattered with the remnants of a deep purple paint.

“We used to see who could skip the furthest…member?” You skipped another rock “We would have Rowan judge.” 

Xavier rolled slightly in the water and got on his knees. He began fishing around in the murk, stirring up clouds in the once clear water. 

“If I remember correctly...” Xavier pulled his empty hand out, now covered in mud “I was the frequent champion.” He plunged back in

You scoffed “If I remember correctly,” you mocked his words  “you were a sore loser.” 

He feigned offense, his non busy hand smashing over his heart “Words hurt, (Y/N).” Xavier pulled out a smooth stone. “words hurt.” 

Xavier finally stood, and wound up to throw his rock. Letting go, it made one wimpy skip before disappearing under the water with a loud plunk.  

“oh.”

Your laughter was barking. It came from deep within you, and pierced the quiet air of the lake. You had to lean over to try and get any oxygen in through the mirth. Xavier stood shocked, his mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide. He had definitely not expected this outcome. You were beginning to calm from your laughter, a slight wheeze in your throat. 

“You spoke too soon, Xav.” You took a step deeper into the water. 

“I call a mulligan.” 

“Nope.” You popped the p “it’s 1: nothin’.” you leaned down to get another stone. Something more slimy than the stones bushed past your fingers. You pulled back fast. 

“What?” the humor was instantly gone from Xavier’s voice “What is it.”

“Oh nothing.” You walked to the side a bit “Probably just a plant or somethin’.” 

Xavier was still looking around your old spot.

“You’ll have better luck deeper in.” you gestured around you “I got everything good over ther-ahhh-” 

Something had wrapped around your ankle and tugged. You could briefly hear Xavier’s “Oh fuck!” before going under. 

One second you were screaming above the water, and the next, you were being dragged along the rocks. The luminescence of your skin was getting more evident the further in you went; the murky water glowing a sickly green. You shut your eyes against the long plants of the lake that kept smacking you across the face. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you had run out of air long ago. 

Were you going to die? You could feel the desperation for oxygen go from your lungs down to your toes. Water invaded your mouth and nose and you no longer had the strength to force it out. 

You felt it in your stomach first. The hum was warming and it energized you to your core. Was this it? Were you finally passing on? Was this the release of death? The questions were short lived as the feeling reached your fingers. They began to move on their own accord, reaching out to the depths to your left. This wasn’t death you were feeling, it was raw power. 

You didn’t have time to think about it as the rush you were feeling was dying off, quickly being replaced by a primal urgency for air. You flailed against the current coming from whatever was pulling you, your hands desperately trying to find something to grip onto. Your limbs began to feel heavy as you began to lose focus on fighting. You could hardly register the new grip upon your shoulders as your head lulled back, unable to stay awake any longer. 

Breath. 

It was the first thing that came across your mind as you began involuntarily coughing, lake water gushing out of your mouth.  You were vaguely aware of a force on your back as you gulped mouthfuls of air. You didn’t care that it burned your throat. 

Looking up from the solid ground, you were met with the hazel eyes of Xavier. He was hovering, hands outstretched as if he wanted to touch you. Taking more gulps of air, you looked behind you to see Bianca, her hand running up and down your back. Through the shallow she was still in, you could see the silver scales of her tail. 

“Breath (Y/N).” she commanded, her hand still on your back “You need to breath” 

You leaned forwards, your forehead landing on the damp ground. You could feel the lakeside mud sticking to your skin, but you just didn’t care.

“What happened?” 

“You were pulled under.” Xavier spoke, his voice solemn “B dove in and was able to pull you out.”

“It was some sort of tentacled bottom feeder, I think.” While it wasn’t directed at you, you could still feel the anger radiating off of Bianca. 

“Thank you, Bianca” 

Getting your breathing more under control, you rolled over so you were resting on your back. 

Marcella gasped “(Y/N), your leg!”

You looked to see a dark puddle forming under your right calf. Sitting up to examine it, you found a pretty sizable gash from where the creature had grabbed you. It was the size of your palm and leaking deep red with streaks of gold mixed in. They caught the rays of the afternoon sun and seemed to glow even brighter. Your dampness was not helping stop the flow of blood. Bianca handed you a dry shirt. She examined the blood on her hand as you wrapped the dry cloth around your calf. 

“(Y/N), what’s this gold stuff?” Ajax quickly grabbed Bianca’s hand and examined the blood. She scoffed and quickly pulled it back

“Did that thing bite you or somethin?” the swim cap he was wearing was wiggling, the snakes trying to get out “Cause like” he gulped “discolored blood is like a huge sign of venom.”

“No.” you finished tying the cloth “It’s just ichor.” 

“What?” 

You had said is so casually that the group felt dumb they didn’t know that was. Eyes wide, Bianca swiftly put her hand in the lake. The blood clouded around her hand till it disappeared into the water. 

“Ichor.” you hesitantly stood, testing the pressure on your injured leg. “The blood of the gods.” 

Everyone nodded their heads, the pieces being put together. Everyone except Bianca

“Why would that be in your blood?” 

“Because my dad’s a primordial.” 

You took a step forward, stumbling slightly. You fell onto Ajax; he steadied you.  As you were beginning to gain your strength back, small tufts of steam began rising from your skin. You took another step forward. While it was with a limp, you were able to stay upright. 

“I’m going to head up to the infirmary, see if this needs stitches.” you gestured to your leg 

“I’ll come with you.” Marcella stepped forwards, but you held out your hands to stop her

 “Nah, it's okay, Marce. You enjoy the lake.” you took another step forwards, wincing slightly “I’ll see you all at dinner.” 

You turned, walking up the hill. As you went, you could shake what had happened. Not only could you not fully grasp that you had almost died, but you had definitely felt celestial power.

Only once before had you felt like that, and it had been the only time you had seen your father’s chariot. It was during an eclipse that he had come down to see you and your mother. In all of its golden glory, you could feel its power course through your veins as your child hands brushed over the detailing. The chariot was only slightly younger than time, and a relic of the old world. 

Whatever was down there was ancient.  

The group watched your retreating form, wincing at the limp you couldn’t quite hide. 

By now Bianca had dried off, and walked to be next to Xavier. He slung his hand over her shoulder as she leaned into him.  

“So her dad is like a god?” she was genuinely curious 

“Titan technically.” Xavier answered “Her dad is Helios.” 

“Wait…” it was Kent “Does that mean her mom like… fucked the sun?” 

Divina smacked his shoulder “Dude, come on.” 

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[rijinks]

Made a basic reference for myself of these three young men with dark curls. (Quinn is based on that one handsome hardcover book art.)

#let’s see if i stay consistent #the vampire chronicles #nicolas de lenfent #louis de pointe du lac #tarquin blackwood #quinn blackwood #i might adjust nicki

[ghostlysage]

woe be upon ye

louph. thank you.

vvv

#pikmin #alph pikmin #louie pikmin #brittany pikmin #president pikmin #le chacho #LOUPH #I LOVE LOUPH #louie x alph #alph x louie #lets see if i can find a style for these guys and stay consistent :3 #pikmin fanart #sages art extravaganza

[smookiekuma-carl]

What have y'all done to me. I'm severely brainrotting. ANYWAYS, FIRST TIME, ENJOY

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #dustin henderson #robin buckley #seriously i stayed up around 1am-5am to make this comic #i COULD have done it around afternoon #but no i was lost in space and time #this actually took courage to post #losing consistency on my art style here as i dont really do long ass comics #anyways have fun yall #OH YEAH THAT'S ELEVEN BEATING ONE #i barely post at all but lets see #oh god im gonna post it now #ayo holy fuck that's 400 notes-

[xlillilith]

gwen n miles are actually forced as hell ngl

#Like...y'all had knew each other for like 2 days #Had one conversation #And went your separate ways for a year and a half and are so sprung on each other...for what #There's actually like...no development for them romantically in a realistic way #Im not shown why would miles be hung up on some girl and consistently drawing her when he barely knows her #Or why gwen is suddenly pinning over miles despite only wanting to be friends now she's obsessed over him when she's obvs met and bonded #More with other ppl during her stay at ss vs only knowing miles for a day and having one long convo it makes no sense #I see nothing special and deep about their relationship other than they're the main male and female leads so let's throw them together #With the bare minimum 'development' because ppls standards are so low they'll suck it up anyways and claim it as 'best superhero romance' #Despite it being just as cliche boring and stereotypical as the other superhero romances they claim isn't as good like plz be ffr

[overbearingstruggles]

Thinking about this and you know what’s fucking annoying is that I’m sure Mark almost never gets asked about Simple Creatures. Because it’s slated as a Big Deal for Alex to work with this influential star while it was some unimpactful, kitschy side project for Mark. A step up for Alex and a cute step down for Mark. I always understood that boring framing but I continue to detest it, considering it was mostly the ATL fans upholding the excitement, less of a leap for us than what constitutes your average elder male Blink/Mark fan, but just because those people didn’t get it doesn’t make it any lesser a passion project for Mark or uninteresting because those fans who are still allowed more credibility didn’t rally.

#I guess I’ll never stop rolling my eyes at the initializing of Alex in this moment #tbh I don’t follow Blink press and if Mark ever does get asked about SC lmk! but I’m sure a pull quote would trickle in if he had #I get that people go nuts over the og Blink lineup so that takes all the air too but ala Chad Gilbert’s annoyance of exactly that #let’s give credit to the bands that stayed consistent and didn’t have inexplicable drama actually!! #txt #seeing the world through ATL lense means everything blink is getting filtered through that I’m not sorry #Simple Creatures #rambles

[cr0wc0rpse]

Wanting to make friends is so hard when you don’t interact w people and don’t know how or how to stay engaged when starting to talk and you feel weird about trying to initially reach out

#this post brought to you by me needing to make more friends. especially people I can see in person #making friends at school is hard because I like. barely talk to people in class. let alone outside of class #and don’t really go to events/activities and when I do I don’t stay in contact w anyone #so I don’t have anyone to try talking with semi consistently in an attempt at friendship #like. there are some people I’m friendly with and that’s good but we don’t really talk outside of class #and the one person I have tried (and it’s not going well because I am not consistent) to talk to more I don’t see often #maybe I need to try harder. but I don’t know how to do that. I’m not good at making friends #dead text

[bo0zey]

saw mcr in chicago last night and it was literally so traumatizing that i couldn’t even enjoy the show or be happy i deadass hate you psycho animalistic band wagon ass idiot mfs so much thanks for ruining my one chance at seeing and hearing and experiencing my saviors of 10+ years. the band that kept me alive by providing me the emotional stability childhood me needed when everyone else around her was dying and made her feel like giving up too. the one chance i expected to feel the most alive i ever have ended up with me feeling so fucking dead and numb inside. the band whose songs literally filled my lungs with the air i needed to stay alive. and an hour before i was supposed to see mcr you selfish stupid idiots crushed my ribcage and stole all the oxygen i’d been saving for 7 hours standing in that crowd. you crushed my ribcage to the point it couldn’t fully expand and i physically could not inhale or exhale. you crushed me until my descending colon pressed against my equally taut and ungiving abdominal aorta and occluded it until i was physiologically unable to get fresh oxygen to my brain. i was a mere 12 inches and 1 hour away from seeing my band when you stupid senseless fucks ruined everything for me. i was ripped from the barrier and left in an oxygen-deprived mental fog for their entire set. i couldn’t even mouth the words to their songs from 50000000 feet away because the action hurt my ribs and diaphragm too much. god forbid i try to sing along without becoming lightheaded and nauseous because my body was so physiologically traumatized that even breathing without anyone pressed up against me had become painful. i was left in a dissociated state from being pulled out of the crowd until i got home. i couldn’t even drink water because my diaphragm and abdominal organs and aorta were still so traumatized and inflamed it hurt to have anything else inside to add to the excess pressure. i stood like a statue almost their entire set. i felt zero happiness, only immense sadness. i was so numb and dissociated while standing there in the middle of the concert watching the screen and listening to each song that the only thing i could feel were the nonstop flow of tears running down my face at the realization of the horror of it all. at some points i couldn’t even hear the actual music. the only thing i could hear was gerard’s words, as if he were speaking directly to me and it was the only thing keeping me present and grounded and somewhat connected to my body. and do you know????how it feels????? to feel fucking dead inside even though your body’s physically there alive in the same moment as the band that had given you so much life as a kid when you felt like you were dying???? and to just stand there surrounded by a crowd of 50000 people and feel deader than ever??? their music couldn’t even bring me out of this physically traumatized state and just made the emotional trauma exponentiate. i am so heartbroken and feel so defeated and let down and purposeless all over again. i will never have an opportunity like that again and it’s such a fucking hard thing to swallow knowing i couldn’t give my inner child her one chance to be that child again, to feel saved and alive and in love with this beautiful thing life has to offer. i hate all 50000 of you and most of all i hate myself for not being physically strong enough to withstand the physical abuse of that crowd. in conclusion thank u for ruining mcr for me and btw if u have a chance pls go get fucked.

#also don’t bother bitching at me in my ask box abt this Nothing abt crushing someone to death is okay #like that person at travis scott’s concert who get crushed against the barrier and died???? fucking ridiculous #gerard had to stop between every fucking song and tell people to step back from each other #between every song dozens of people were being pulled out of the crowd onto stretchers to the medical tent #even the fucking production guy had to come on stage n tell the crowd they needed to step back or else he ‘can’t let the band back out here’ #like they probably had to cut like 2-3 songs cuz so much time was wasted telling everyone to stop fuckjng killing each other #i won’t even bother going into how horrible this was on my emotional state bc no one would care to understand #mcr was the one thing that gave my life consistency and stability and a chance to feel safe being alive #they saved what little i had left of my childhood. and now i feel like i lost everything #at one point in my life their music even their solo projects every lyric was the only happiness i had #and seeing them live i couldn’t even feel happy. do u know how shitty that feels??? #i’m scared to listen to their music now bc i’m scared i’m just gonna breakdown crying all over again bc i was so close to exerpiencing them #i was so close to being alive and in the flesh with my 4 saving graces and then i was left alone #idc if u think i’m being dramatic u don’t understand how much this moment meant to me #there’s nothing stopping me from reaching club 27 now lol. cuz they’ll never come back again. i have nothing to wait around n stay alive for #also i was supposed to take the pics to remake the mcr returns from the war post but i couldn’t cuz i fainted n got pulled out of the crowd #lollllll life is so silly n funny #ramblings

[ff2-soda-pop]

having. bad moment today alright-

#everything in class was too overwhelming to the point i couldnt even talk anymore and i couldnt leave and i didnt wanna stim because then #people would See Me and stuff so i just sat there suffering with that. #and then ig we're preparing for Finals but i barely have understood this whole class because it goes Too Fast for me and im scared im gonna #fail and i cant fail otherwise im gonna get the help w/ the financial stuff taken away and thats basically gonna screw me over big time but #idk what im doing!! and then the teacher said things about like 'oh if you say you're not taking this again next semester i'll take off #points' BUT IDK IF SHE WAS SERIOUS OR NOT?????? like shes generally pretty nice but like i cant tell if she was kidding or not at all but i #dont wanna ask because no one else seemed confused by it and i dont wanna stick out so i just. am confused #also im scared if i fail this class my mom'll get pissed because shes very insistent that i am the 'normal' one and so i 'have' to go to #school ad basically live life like a Normal Allistic Person which. is bullshit but thats besides the point #and my only class rn is japanese which until now ive been consistently GOOD at so if i fail that my mom'll probably get Extra pissed at me #for it because of that. also trying to ask for help hasnt worked so good so far because i tried and the teachers like 'you're doing fine! #dont worry about it :D' and im like 'i have barely understood anything for weeks on end but idk how to argue you on this and it feels rude #to try and be like No Actually Wrong' so then i just. dont say anything #also i still have no accommodations because i still havent gotten copies of papers i need and they wont let me do anything until i have #those copies of things from older schools before i went here. EVEN THOUGH IM LITERALLY DIAGNOSED AND AM STRUGGLING BUT APPARENTLY PAPERS #FROM OLD SCHOOLS ARE THE ONLY THING THAT CAN 'PROVE' I NEED HELP???? WHICH MAKES NO SENSE TO ME BUT ANYWAYS- #anyways everything is too much and i wanna curl up in a ball and just kinda stay like that forever #vent

[alaspice]

𝐒𝐨𝐥 𝟎𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  You knew these people two years ago, but can you fall back into the way things used to be?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: will be listed when they apply

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

a/n this starts pre-canon in the school year before Wednesday shows up, This is big time Slow Burn, strap in.

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From the corner of your dorm room to the closet-like room back home, all potions breweries smelled the same. Nevermore was no different. The potions classroom smelled deep and earthy, like walking through a moss covered forest. The air was smokey from the open flames, and tasted powerful from the sheer amount of relics and ingredients present. It was comforting. 

Your assigned brewing stand was against the side wall, a large window overlooking the quad by your side. Marcella, your partner, sat next to you. She was flipping through the new text books that had been passed out, examining the title chapters and occasionally stopping to examine a picture. 

You liked Marcella. At dinner, you had learned much about her. Marcella had been going to Nevermore for two years with her twin brother, Ajax. She was seventeen, liked the color red, and absolutely hated country music. Her favorite food was Kimchi-jjigae, she was from urban Oregon, and she loved scented candles. Macella liked to laugh at your dumb jokes and could carry a conversation like it weighed nothing. 

“The hell is conocybe pileus and why do I have to juice it?” Marcella was now hunched over the book, her face scrunched in question. She was reading the ingredient list for the assigned potion of today; a potion of clarity. A simple brew that shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. You had made it before for when some of the pills would cloud your mother’s mind. You had also learned, thanks to Leto, that it was a great way to help clear out a hangover. 

“It’s the top of a type of mushroom.” you answered Marcella, sliding on your heat preventative gloves. “You just kinda squeeze it until the mushroom juice comes out.” you mimed it, tightly balling your hands into a fist.

She chuckled, whispering  “mushroom juice” under her breath, eyes still glued to the page. “We also need to grab some alchemists paste, han fibers and shreiker’s blood.” 

“I can start grinding the lotus root.” Marcella got up and walked to the storage closet. 

Even through the chunky leather of your heat resistance gloves, you were able to peel the skin off of the delicate bulb and began grinding them in the provided mortar and pestle. Adding the first one to the cauldron full of spring water, you began to peel the second.

Marcella hummed slightly as she placed the rest of the ingredients on the table. She picked up the final lotus root, watching you struggle slightly. 

“Why are you wearing gloves?” through your periphery, you saw her pause before dropping the plant like it burned her “These aren’t dangerous for us, right?”

You chuckled, throwing the root down in the mortar and pestle. “No. I’m wearing them because it's still summer.” You began grinding down 

“What?” pure confusion laced her voice 

“It’s because the sun is still so close to earth.” you scraped the edges of the bowl before going back for a second pass. 

“I’m not following.” You dumped the second batch into the cauldron. 

“I get my powers from the sun.” You picked up the final root and began peeling “Whenever it is closer to the earth, they get stronger. Because it’s when the sun is the closest, summer is the worst season. It makes it a little harder to control, so I wear the gloves as a precaution, especially when making potions.” 

Marcella nodded, watching your hands move. 

“For example..” you began grinding again “accidentally cooking the lotus root would turn this into a potion of confusion.” You swiped the edges of the mortar “And, if we boil the shreiker’s blood too early, it would become more of a paste than a liquid.” Into the cauldron it went. 

Looking into the large pot, you stirred the mixture until clear. Marcella had begun to squeeze the liquid from the mushroom caps. 

“Doesn’t it get annoying, wearing the gloves and everything?” 

“I mean… kinda.” you reached for the alchemy paste “It definitely gets old, having to constantly think about it.” you put the white goo into the mortar and took just a pinch of han fibers “But I’ve never known anything different.” you started to grind the two together

“I get that” she put the vial of the mushroom juice into the potion “It’s like me with my snakes. Yeah, wearing a hat all the time can be kind of a pain, but it’s just a part of life, ya know.” she stirred. “Besides, I would hate to stone someone.”

“What’s it like to be stoned?” the second you said it, you knew you probably shouldn’t have. To your relief, Marcella didn’t seem to mind. 

“It’s weird.” Marcella reached for the sheiker’s blood “It’s like a blind panic when it happens, and then you wake up a day later still panicking.” She carefully put a few drops into the cauldron. “You’re stiff for like a week afterwards and your mouth tastes like dust.”

You hummed in contemplation, still grinding the mixture. By now, the white paste had turned a dull pink from the han fibers. 

“That doesn’t sound fun.” you reached for the spoon

“It’s not, but what are you gonna do?” she shrugged, and put the spoon in your outstretched hand. 

You scooped the goo into the spoon and dipped it into the clear liquid. Taking a quick glance at the text, you spun it clockwise and read the incantation from the book. Pulling out the spoon, the now glowing liquid bubbled more intensely before instantly calming to a clear, blue liquid. Grabbing a ladle from the station drawer, you spooned it into a vial. 

“A potion of clarity.” you handed the bottle your partner to write on. In the short time you had known her, you had already realized Marcella had better handwriting than you. After bottling the rest of the potion, you and Marcella cleaned your station until the bell to change classes. Unlike a regular school bell, it was deep in tone, and reminded you of a giant grandfather clock. 

The halls of Nevermore were not as crowded as you remembered them. Maybe it was because you were older, but everything seemed a little smaller. The pillars were not as looming and the thought of going through the quad was not as daunting. Still, you planned to just go back to your room during your lunch period. 

Walking along, a glimpse of color caught your eye amongst the gray of the stone; you stopped to examine. On one singular tile was a small landscape. Leaning closer you lifted up your sunglasses to peer at the art. 

You always wore the tinted shades to cover the constant glow of your yellow eyes; the only physical trait of your father passed down. You blinked rapidly at the sudden invasion of light unflitered as your eyes adjusted. 

The bright greens of the field and the blue of the sky stood out against the graying stone. It was so incredibly detailed. You could make out a bird in the sky, the shadow of a deer in the background woods, and even a beetle on a closer blade of grass. It was enchanting 

“Do you like it?” You jumped, whipping around to see Xavier Thorpe watching you closely. You were sure you looked like a deer in the headlight, and you felt like a child caught stealing desert. Chuckling at your reaction, Xavier extended his hand, fingers flexing at his artwork.

“Watch.”

As you stared at the painting, you could see the tall grass start to move as if bowing in the wind. You could hear the buzz of bees and the chirping of the bird you had spotted. A small smile graced your lips at the scene. You could almost smell the sweetness of the morning dew that lingered on the grass

“I did that at the end of term last year.” he pulled his hand back, and the paint lost its life.

“It’s beautiful.” you looked up at the boy 

“Thanks.” he smiled, eyes remaining forwards. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t think he did either. 

Xavier was different from when you had last known him. He had grown quite a bit taller, and finally fit into his lanky arms. His hair was much longer than his previous undercut, and his cheekbones had only gotten sharper. While you had seen him at the funeral, the difference was much more drastic up close. The Xavier you had known two years ago would have never painted the bricks at Nevermore. Back then, he was a stickler for rules, full of anxiety of what his actions would do against his father’s reputation. Even from this short encounter, you saw how differently he carried himself; he wasn’t so tense.

You were sure you were different as well. You had definitely gotten taller in the last two years and had filled out a bit as well. You were sure he remembered you just as well as you remembered him, but you just didn’t know how to word it. How would you? “Hi, I’ve been gone for two years, let's just be friends again”? “I know the last time you saw me was when my mom died, but let's just pretend that didn’t happen”?  No. 

So, you were stuck looking at the painting for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

“How have you been, (Y/N)?” he was the first one to speak 

“I’ve been okay. It’s nice to be back at Nevermore.” You looked over at him to see Xavier already watching you. He quickly averted his eyes back forward. “You?” 

“I’m alright.” 

You scuffed your boot against the floor. 

“Would you like to come sit with us?” his words were rushed as he spoke, the usual coolness of his voice replaced with nerves. 

“Huh?” 

“At lunch.” he quickly added “it’s pretty much everyone from” he paused “before you uh, ya know…” he trailed off.” he was so painfully trying not to bring the funeral up and your two year absence.

“That would be nice.” 

The table the group occupied was in a different corner of the cafeteria than the one you sat at the previous night with Marcella. At it sat all of your old friends: Kent, Yoko, Divina, Rowan, and plus two new people. Xavier explained on the way. 

The first was a gorgon boy. His name was Ajax and he was Marella’s twin brother; who wasn’t there because she had a different lunch period. He was goofy and obviously unaware of it. It was fun. The second was another siren, a girl named Bianca. She had only come to Nevermore two years ago, so you never met her before. She was gorgeous with her full lips and siren eyes. 

Bianca emitted authority to the point where it made shrink into yourself a little as you sat down. Still, she smiled with shining teeth and held out her hand to you. 

“You must be (Y/N). Everyone’s told me so much about you.” You took her manicured hand into your gloved one and shook. You didn’t hold on for too long. Even through the gloves, one could still feel the heat, especially now from your racing neveres.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she nodded, as if your reaction had garnered her approval. 

Somewhat expecting Xavier to sit at the open spot by your side, he walked around and slid in next to Bianca. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into his side.

Oh. 

It didn’t take a genius to put it together that they were thing. You felt the need to look away, an awful heat rising towards your face. You didn’t even know why you cared, but you did. You wished for anyone to talk so you would have a reason to think of something else. 

“How are you, babe.”

Oh thank god. It was Yoko who spoke. She looked over at you through her circled framed glasses and tapped her nails against the wooden table top.

“I’m okay enough. I missed you guys.” a chorus of “me too” filled the table Now just ignoring Bianca and Xavier, you fell into conversation. “What’s new with everyone. I was really bad at staying in touch.” 

It wasn’t a lie. You had been rather bad at keeping a regular correspondence with everyone while taking care of your mother. You had basically missed two years of everyone’s lives. 

Yoko’s permanent fangs had finally grown in. Kent had gone to Australia for a whole summer. Rowan’s telekinesis had gotten stronger to where he could move small buildings. Divina had charmed her way onto a filming set and had been an extra in a music video. It was somewhat overwhelming to hear all you had missed. 

After the initial tension of time was gone, it was easy to fall back into the way things were before. Making dumb expressions at Yoko for laughs, lovingly poking fun at Kent with everyone, swapping your food with Divina’s, casually debating with Xavier over random topics. Ajax had fit right in by making dumb yet funny jokes and contributing to the debates. Even Bianca had seemed to have carved a spot for herself, making small quips at Kent and adding her own opinions into the conversation. You had jumped in your seat when the bell had rang, not even thinking ten minutes had gone by, let alone 40. 

Standing up, you slung your school bag over your shoulder, and waited for everyone to be ready. Having your next class with Rowan, the pair of you walked off, laughing at Kent as he tripped over his shoe. A calming warmth washed over you as you and Rowan walked through the semi crowded halls. Everything was just like before; a small piece of the past could still live on.  

I made this an x reader but the only physical description is your eyes bc of your lineage (child of helios). I imagine them like Leto’s eyes from Lore Olympus. 

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[bleuseille]

I still don't understand why the Pokémon GO > Pokémon HOME transfer is like. So bad

It's like 5 shinies at a time, when community days usually mean like 10+ shinies maybe on a good day, and if you're forgetful like me, you don't retransfer stuff right as soon as it's available again

It's ridiculous that you can't transfer as many Pokémon as you want at once, and that it costs money (in-game currency, sure, but idk about you but even on good weeks I can't get consistently 50 coins a day, so I assume you're meant to use real money)

#i mean. i know why. money. money is always the reason mobile games do anything #(or any game at all nowadays) #but yeah. #sometimes the pokemon i have in gyms stay there for two weeks. no way of getting them back so no coin earned for those two weeks. #other times you barely have the time to add yourself or beat a gym that your pokemon gets kicked out. so no coin either #and everything in the shop is like over 100 coins with some exceptions #but the cheapest stuff isnt the most useful #200 coins for 50 more room in your inventory is bad. #so bad. #i see it especially with my mom #she plays the most consistently between the two of us and she NEVER has enough room for anything #she has pokemon in gyms every day and still NEVER had enough coins for anything #and the game keeps adding silly alts to pokemon and like. thats fine i guess. but do we really need #like 30 pikachus with different hats that we Cannot transfer out or use anywhere else. do we? #sorry i guess i needed to let it all out lmao #negative

[pussy-ache]

very annoyed i brought that into other relationships as an actual perceived flaw of mine and it doesn’t even fucking exist as a problem in and of itself

#now it’s all clicking into place. they BOTH were like. what are you talking about? you don’t make me feel that way at all #who told you that you do that? #but i was made to be so fucking PARANOID about it that ir constantly was in my mind as a Problem Inherent To How I Love #i was like …. ‘’well i’ll definitely fall in love again and if i could to that to HIM i can do that to anyone’’ #and i was like hmmm. well i’m bi and both people i could have allowed myself to fall in love with DON’T see this as an issue in me #i was so terrified to fall in love again with someone else BEFORE i had fixed this issue. i consistently was like ‘’am i still doing that’’ #JUST for the simple fact that i WANT to fall in love with someone else and would never want to do that to them #i just find it amazing in a really sickening way that i was told that for so many years that i develeoped a complex about it #the first time he told me that we were 17 years old. i’ve been carrying around that belief about myself #that i love toxically and raise people up to far/make them feel awful when they feel short and it’s not. even. something. i. did. to. him. #i wasted so many years. i had this thought in the back of my head during so many moments. i actually became afraid to fall in love again #simply because it was AWFUL being told that i love in that way. it made me cry that i could ever consistently make someone feel like that #and i spent so much time analyzing my every fucking move in BOTH of those relationships JUST to make sure i was loving correctly #i analyzed it in therapy and then was told by my therapist that i was letting toxic shit go #because i was afraid of holding the other person accountable was actually expecting TOO much of them and putting them on a pedestal #when really i was being treated like shit in one relationship and the other just had no chemistry and no passion #but i also stayed because i thought the way i loved was the problem #i could honestly throw up #i purposelly have been waiting to put myself out there again in a serious way because i never wanted to be told i do that again #i never wanted to make someone feel like that again. to be put on a pedestal is a form of dehumanization. #to tell me i do that is to tell me i dehumanize people when i love them #to have carried that around with me for so long into other relationships is heartbreaking #i. wasted. so. much. time. #i projected that onto other people and i’m so angry at myself for it i almost wanna text and fucking apologize for having such a complex #like i probably drove other people crazy and it was never even a problem to begin with #i ended up MAKING it a problem when it wasn’t one because i was so afraid of falling in love again and doing that to the next person

[darknight3904]

It Burns For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears

A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.

"I already ate it." He lied

"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.

"Is it your first day?" He asks

"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said

Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.

You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words

"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.

"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.

"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said

Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.

"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "

And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.

"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.

Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.

He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.

"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds

"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.

"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says

"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks

He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."

His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.

"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."

Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.

He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,

"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"

He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.

Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.

"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking

You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.

"What're you doing?" You ask quietly

"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.

The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.

"Coryo...what was that?" You ask

"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip

"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask

"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."

Part 2 is out now!

Series Masterlist

#the hunger games #fanfic #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #katniss everdeen #mockingjay #peeta mellark #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #tom blyth #rachel zegler #jennifer lawrence #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus x you #sejanus plinth #tbosas #thg #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut

[woahjo]

APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #tw.dubcon #tw.biting #tw.free use #tw.overstimulation #tw.size kink #tw.scent kink #idk what this is #it’s a little ficlet I suppose #AND SO DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I USUALLY WRITE I FEEL LIKE #ANY IM NERVOUS ENJOY #cal.writing

[kindnessoverperfection]

Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.

I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.

The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.

Because it's so hard to exist in this world.

My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:

Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)

Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.

Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.

Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.

Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.

Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s

I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.

So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".

Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)

Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.

If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.

NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD

Stigma in the DSM

Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)

"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."

(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)

#actuallynpd #signal boost #actuallyautistic #mental health awareness #narcissistic personality disorder #people also need to realize that mental health professionals aren't immune from bias #(it really shouldn't come as a shock that the mental health field has a longstanding pattern of misunderstanding and mistreating ppl who ar #mentally ill or otherwise ND) #the first therapist i brought up NPD to like. literally pulled out the DSM bc she could barely remember the criteria. then said that there' #no way I have it because I have low self-esteem lmaoooooo #anyway throwback to being at work and chatting with a co-worker. and the conversation turning to mental health. and him saying that #he tries to stay informed and be aware and supportive of mental health conditions & that he doesn't want to be ignorant or spread harmful #misinformation. and then i mentioned that i do a lot of research into mental health stuff and i listed a bunch of things. which included #several personality disorders. one of which was NPD. #and after listening to my whole ass list he zeroed in on the NPD and immediately started talking about how narcissists are abusive and #he knew someone who had NPD and how the person who had it had an addiction and died from the addiction in a horrible way and he #was glad he did #fun times #or when i decided to be vulnerable and talk abt my self-criticism/self-hatred bc i knew my friends also struggled w that and i wanted to #support them by sharing my own coping methods. and they both(separately!) started picking and prodding at my npd through the lens of stigma #bc i'd recently opened up to them abt having it. they recognized self-hatred as a symptom and still jumped on me for it. despite me #trying to share hurt vulnerable parts of myself to help them and connect with them. #again..... fun times

[lost-time-memery]

I really don't wanna see anyone talking about Betty as if she was a "poor little misguided girl" that had to sacrifice her whole life for a man.

She was her own character and made her own decisions during the whole show! Yes, jumping through the portal basically doomed her life, but it was HER DECISION.

I'm not saying it was a good thing for her, being impulsive and reckless is a very consistent flaw to her character, as well as being passive and inattentive to her self destructive behavior was a flaw to Simon! Their relationship had flaws like any other would, but they loved and admired each other the exact same amount! (Simon went back in time to apologize and say goodbye to her, while Betty refused to accept his loss and tried to go back in time to change the future, he was more willing to let her go AT FIRST)

I'm also devastated that Betty got such a tragic ending, but the important thing is that SHE ACTIVELY CHOSE HER FATE. And she did not regret it.

SHE CHOSE TO STAY WITH SIMON AND NOT GO ON THAT TRIP

SHE CHOSE TO JUMP THROUGH THAT PORTAL

SHE CHOSE TO TRY TO FIX THE CROWN EVEN WHEN SIMON BEGGED HER TO STOP

SHE CHOSE TO STAY BEHIND AND MAKE HER LAST WISH

(I'm also a little bit disappointed with the fionna and cake finale, the way they handled Simon's character development was kinda underwhelming, but seeing people treat Betty like the ultimate victim makes me a lil bit upset... SHE WAS SUPER PROACTIVE)

I'm not trying to romanticize her toxic traits, being this obsessed with someone is not healthy, but at the same time... In a show with world ending monsters and interdimentional beings and telepathic war elephants, the fate of the world in both AT and FaC depending on a normal human woman that just loved someone SO MUCH is so beautiful...

It's PAINFULLY bittersweet but also immensely true to the nature of human beings. 🥲

#adventure time #fionna and cake #betty grof #simon petrikov #petrigrof #simon and betty #I'll never get over it #this show broke my heart in a million pieces #I'll have to draw Simon getting smashed by the whole cast to cope #😔