Chaos

|22 she/her| |18+ only, some nsfw stuff ahead so if not comfy here’s your warning|

[angelicmist666]

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴’𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘨 <3 (18+)

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• 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐! 22, 𝘚𝘩𝘦/𝘏𝘦𝘳, 𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡. 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴.)

• 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘋𝘕𝘐, 𝘕𝘖 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 (𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝘏𝘪𝘪, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 & 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮/𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

• 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴; 𝘔𝘏𝘈, 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘐𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸.

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[angelicmist666]

if i happen to have drafts in the works of yandere!reader x deku where she becomes jealous of deku and bakugou’s closeness, and dkbk x reader where deku takes lead (when they’re pros ofc), would yall read?😳

[angelicmist666]

I need you to breathe.

Sub ex!Mark Grayson x Dom ex!Fem Reader

MDNI! Smut ahead.

Warnings//Slight yandere!Mark, smut, angst, trauma, Mark’s slow descent into mania, psychological break, unhealthy obsession & stalking, takes place after viltrumites come to Earth, exes, Mark still desperate & willing to do anything to get reader back, masochist!Mark, ptsd, panic attacks, violence, slapping, fingering f!receiving - part 1 and part 2 here.

[a/n-so people have requested i continue this series and i had also gotten a request for yandere mark. i decided to combine yandere mark into this, since it’d be fitting. he may not be too “unhinged” but my plan is to slowly pace his descent into madness. let me know what yall think :) i can make a seperate oneshot if yall don’t want to wait tho<3]

Moonlight seeped through the open window into the walls of Mark’s bedroom carrying a gentle breeze. The night air was filled with a calm-crisp quietness, a peaceful scene to any outsider. But this wasn’t just any night, oh no. For Mark, the air felt suffocating around his neck. The viltrumites had came to Earth and scattered themselves in the shadows and crowds of people, blending in like any normal civilian. Did everyone know this? Of course not. The fate that the world was in currently weighed heavily on Mark’s shoulders. What if they didn’t mean what they said? What if it was some sick trick, what if they started tearing the insides out from people strolling down the streets without a care in the world?

The scenes flashed like lightning in Mark’s head. He laid curled in a fetal position on the bed, his hands fisted in his hair as the terrors continued for countless hours. Scenes of his mom, dad, brother…and oh god, scenes of her. Scenes of her peacefully taking a walk in the park before Thragg suddenly grabs her by the neck and twists it, then ripping her head off like it’s paper. Decapitated, bloodied, her eyes void of light as her mouth falls open.

Fuck, fuck. Stop it.

He felt his body practically igniting from the inside out, his head spinning as his mind replayed the gruesome images like a movie. Panic and doom clawed his chest, his breathing started to turn ragged as his finger tips lost all sensation. What the fuck is this feeling? Sure, he had experienced suffocating stress and nightmares every now and then, but he was used to that. Not used to it per se, but he was numb, he had seen so much. So why was this time any different? Why could he feel the phantom pain in his limbs as the gory scenarios replayed in his mind.

Why couldn’t he catch his breath?

Because he knew deep in the depths of his soul, this? This was real. Any of his loved ones could die in an instant. Meanwhile, he would barely have time to merely blink while it would happen right in front of his own eyes. What if she died? What if he couldn’t live the rest of his life making it up to her like he had originally planned? He was just getting started.

No, as much as it pained him, it was probably best that they weren’t together at this time. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he lazily grabbed his phone from the counter and checked the time. It was three in the morning. He squeezed his tired eyes shut as he threw his phone across the bed frustrated. He didn’t need sleep, he just wanted to stop feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath. He sat up as his still burning head turned to his phone that was thrown at his feet. With tremblings hands, he reached for it, typing her number before he pressed call. It rang once, twice, and then he quickly hung up before she could have a chance to answer.

“Fuck Mark, it’s three in the morning for Christ’s sake.”

His back plopped on the bed as he let out a trembling groan of frustration. He couldn’t be so selfish to worry her, he was hanging on by a mere thread at this point anyway. He couldn’t fuck up anymore when he had done more than enough.

Or so he thought.

“Stupid,” He whispered to himself as he flew in the breezy night sky. “This is so stupid. What am I doing.”

Was he really flying to her apartment? He hovered above the building before his form followed downwards, and he soon found himself looking into the blinds in front of her window. His hazy eyes peered through, witnessing her sleeping form. He watched as her chest heaved in a gentle wave, she looked so peaceful. He wanted nothing more than to grab her through the window, to hold her and protect her from anything that stood a threat-even if it was Thragg himself. The bloody images flashed in his head again, a sharp pain pinging in suit. He grabbed his forehead as he held back a sound of pain, his muscles starting to tense once more. The stabbing pain snapped him back into reality as he took in his surroundings.

Why am I here?

Seriously? I’m spying on her when she has no idea?

His eyes widened in horror as he came to the realization of what he was doing. His mouth parted open as he stumbled backwards, and he quickly jumped as he flew back into the air. He knew it was wrong, and he felt sick that he was so utterly terrified that he could barley hold on to a thread of his control anymore.

And yet, that sick feeling slowly began to subside as he continued to find himself in front of her window at night, drinking in her vulnerable features amidst her slumber. His body would go into autopilot after having his spells of debilitating anxiety. Weeks passed and she never called or texted him. He waited for any sign of her calling like a lost puppy, and his patience began to vanish before he could even realize it. Waiting for her was absolute agony.

As he sat on a mountain, the images of her calm sleeping face consumed him. He would always imagine her when he’d feel his mind about to conjure the worst things he’s ever seen. It was the only thing that would stop the nightmares. Instinctively, his hand treaded its way over his groin. When she told him to get on his knees, her delicate palm meeting his face, his tongue buried in her sweet cunt while her sweet music filled his ears…oh god, what was he doing.

He didn’t stop.

Needy whines escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. He found his hips starting to buck into his hand as his head fell back, the cold air sending shivers down his spine as his muscles began to tense. He knew that being with her was a lost cause now, but he couldn’t just let her go like before, that obviously didn’t work for a reason. No, he needed her to breathe.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me?..”

He knew the least he could do was give her a notice, but he didn’t care at this point. He soon found his feet in front of her door, knocking frantically as he waited.

Finally, the door slowly creaked open.

“Mark? Is everything oka-”

His lips slammed onto hers as he surged forward, his lack of sleep and paranoid state abandoning the lasts strings of control he had. His calloused hands immediately wrapped around her waist in a hungry grip.

“Mark, what are you doing? What’s wrong?” She breathlessly barked out as her hand took place on his chest, pulling herself back.

He didn’t let her protest stop him, his eyes were void of any reasoning as he yanked her back onto him, his tongue desperately invading her mouth as he pulled her hips closer onto his in a forcing clutch, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. She yelped before she finally yanked his hair, forcing him back as the full weight of his actions came crashing down on him. His eyes widened in terror as he took a trembling step back and created space.

“Fuck,” He whispered with quivering lips as both hands gripped the sides of his head. “Fuck..I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doin-”

“Mark, what the hell is wrong?” She snapped as her eyes locked onto him, noticing his spent look. He had looked like hell the last times she had seen him, but this time was different. The air around him wasn’t like this anytime before when she was in his presence.

He stilled in his steps as his hands slowly fell to his sides, that damned familiar feeling of his head igniting returning once more. She took a measured step forward with a hand outstretched, her expression turning to concern.

“Do you still hate me?”

She stopped as confusion filled her tone at the sudden question. “Mark. Just tell me what’s wron-”

“Just tell me, do you hate me?”

Her eyes followed the floor as deafening silence filled the room.

“I…I don’t know how I feel Mark..”

“Do you at least care for me..?”

Her eyes snapped upwards as his chest heaved frantically, his expression was of pure desperation, and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking for the life of him. He looked wrecked, truly wrecked. She knew something was wrong for him to be looking like this. This one look at him told her everything. This time, she didn’t try to argue, pry, or demand answers. That’s something for a girlfriend to do, and she wasn’t that, so at the very least she could show up for him as a “friend”. Or whatever the blurred version of that they were currently in.

So, she silently gave a nod of reassurance. A trembling noise escaped his lips as he stepped towards her, his shaky hands relaxing on her shoulders as his forehead fell against hers. The air shifted once more as his breathing steadied, the sunset adding as a golden glow seeping through her blinds, the ones he had stood behind for countless nights.

“I wish…I wish I could tell you what was going on. But I can’t. So, I know I don’t deserve it but…Can you tell me what to do again?” His powerful hands grabbed her face desperately that bordered on primal. She sighed, her lips meeting his softly as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. They didn’t break the kiss as she led him backwards till her back met her bed.

Mark pulled his head back as a thin thread of saliva broke between their two mouths, his breath trembling as he gazed at her with heavy eyes.

“Tell me what to do please. Don’t hold back, be cruel, don’t stop taking your frustrations out on me.”

She looked to the side contemplating, her tone unsure, “Mark I-”.

“Please! Please..You don’t understand how bad I need it. I’ve been going through hell and the only thing that will help me is losing control. I’m so fucking tired of having to worry about everyone right now, so please. Let me surrender my control to you. I beg you..”

Her eyes locked onto his before an exhale escaped her lips. Her lashes fluttered shut as she gave a single firm nod, the air starting to thicken as she buried her worry. When her eyes snapped open, her gaze was replaced into something primal like before. Mark felt a jolt ripple through his body as he felt that familiar feeling of her wrath.

Yes.

This is what I need to learn how to breathe again.

“Take my pants off.”

He didn’t waste a second. He eagerly unbuttoned her jeans before they were practically ripped off, throwing them in the air as they were quickly forgotten before they even hit the hardwood floor. His fingers tugged at her underwear but it was met by a single slap of her hand, her fingers then flying to his hair gripping it harshly as a hungry groan escaped his mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Hit me, do anything you want.”

She didn’t hesitate nor give him a warning as her palm met the side of his face, his cock springing and straining against his costume as he felt the sweet stinging sensation. “God..I love you,” he breathed in a broken whisper, his voice cracking as his broken gaze slowly returned to hers.

“Take my underwear off, and don’t do anything until you’re told to, got it?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” He whispered as his fingers carefully laced into her underwear, slowly pulling them off. His eyes were filled with devotion and hunger as he drank in the erotic sight of her folds, the ones he had craved to be blessed to see again. She then grabbed his hand, leading his trembling fingers to her bud as he let out a needy whimper of anticipation. She controlled his movements as she made slow agonizing circles on her puffy clit, her body falling back on the bed as she let out a hiss. After a few minutes passed, she then guided his index finger down into her seeping heat, slowly pushing it in as his eyes squeezed shut feeling the warmness of her walls. Her hand retreated as it relaxed at her side, the next thing she said making his head perk up.

“Go on, do it yourself now.”

He swallowed hard as his head gave a shaky nod, his eyes retreating downwards and away from her intense gaze. He then felt her hand connect to his face once more suddenly.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare look away Mark,” She commanded in a low tone as she grabbed the collar of his suit, jerking his chin up as a high pitched, desperate moan left his salivating lips. His finger slowly moved in and out of her heat as he didn’t break the intense eye contact, his digit going deeper and deeper as the seconds passed. When he witnessed the way her lashes fluttered shut and felt her warm walls squeeze around his finger, he quickened his pace. “May I please add another finger? I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

After she nodded he enthusiastically added another. Her spine arched as she fisted the collar of his suit tighter, it bunching up as she let out a high pitched moan that sounded like heaven itself to Mark’s ears. For the first time in weeks, a smile took place that was filled with admiration, his eyes fixed on her with devotion that bordered on worship.

And the next thing she did practically had him drooling like a dog.

She freed her hand from his collar as her fingers filled his mouth. Despite the invasion, he didn’t stop his movements, this serving as more fuel as he quickened his pace. He whimpered as he sucked her digits, his saliva slowly pooling down to the curve of his chin. He felt her fingers free themselves from around his tongue, before his face was met by the graceful palm of her hand as his head snapped to the side violently.

Yes. More.

His digits sped at a relentless pace as they curved upwards, delving them deeper into her soaked center at a feverish speed. Every thrust was met with another slap, and tears began to fill his eyes as he felt her walls starting to clench.

“Yes! Cum for me! Look at what you’re doing to me.”

Her hips started to frantically buck in sync, her hands flying to her sheets as her knuckles began to turn white feeling a coil in her stomach. As wet sounds filled the entire room, her climax finally spilled, gushing all over his shaky fingers and even down to his wrists. He let out a broken cry as he helped her ride out her orgasm, feeling her pulsating walls. Once her tremors subsided, he steadily withdrew his fingers before bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean before he let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you…You don’t understand how much I needed that.”

Silence settled between them as he watched her put her bottoms back on with a quiet focused grace. He slowly stood with shaky legs, turning as he made his way toward her door. He then felt her hand wrap around his wrist, his head snapping back toward her as he stared at her with wide eyes, searching her expression.

She looked down as they both stood in silence, before her eyes lifted and she slowly treaded forward not saying a word, wrapping him into a soft embrace. He went rigid, unable to move as a quiet cracking whimper escaped his lips from the sudden contrast of her actions. He then wrapped his arms around her tightly, his eyes squeezing shut as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, a single tear falling.

She pulled back meeting his gaze, her fingers grazing his cheek with a soft reverence as she wiped his tear away.

“Be safe Mark.”

He gulped gathering himself, nodding silently before she led him out the door.

As the sun had fully settled and a soft glow from the moon filled into the night sky, his body broke into chills as he came to a realization.

After the scrap of her kindness, he knew he wouldn’t be able to be patient anymore. He needed her now more than ever, and he wouldn’t wait any longer. Soon, he’d find himself right outside her window once again, and any restraint he had before would completely disappear. He knew he was going to snap. But he didn’t care, as long as that meant keeping her safe.

[angelicmist666]

Holy shit. I’ve been actually scouring this app and ao3 for sub invincible content and yours has been CHEFS FUCKING KISS you deserve ur ass ate so bad.

That being said, I would love if you continued the series so much (but I also understand the need for motivation to do so it’s okay if you don’t)!

Yeah I just wanted to lyk that I love ur writing style/writer brain thank you for your service<3

ahhh omg, thank you so much🥹🫶i’ve been overthinking bad on my writing lately-i feel like it’s not good enough but these words mean the world to me! reading stuff like this really keeps me motivated, so yes, i’ll continue the series for sure! i’ve already started a third part but it may come out slowly because i’ve been having writers block the last couple of days lol, but thankfully i’ll have some time off so i can finally get it done :) again, this really motivated me, thank you once more😭<3

[angelicmist666]

MarkAmber

In another universe when Thragg shows up to Earth and gives Mark the ultimatum, the faces of those whom he loves flash across his mind. But the last person he saw wasn’t Eve, it was Amber’s face…

(No hate to my girl Eve btw, love her but I loved Amber and his relationship way more💔thinking about doing a fic for this scenario😳)

[angelicmist666]

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Will write: ships, canon x canon, angst, smut (ONLY for characters of age), fluff, yandere reader or characters, toxic relationships (not including power imbalance. ex, teacher x student, etc..), f!reader, m!reader, dom!reader, sub!reader, switch!reader, soft and hard femdom, love triangles/poly.

Will NOT write: anything including pedophilia, rape/noncon, scat, physical harm/abuse done to reader, incest/stepcest, ageplay, ed.

Request rules ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Please be mindful of the things above, I absolutely love to receive requests and headcanons. But if I don’t get back in a timely manner, please don’t get upset. I go through bouts of writers block but I promise I’ll try my best to get to your requests as soon as possible lol.

Fandoms ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Invincible, MHA, Kuroko no Basket, Death note, Haikyuu, Demon slayer.

Requests Open ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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[angelicmist666]

Hi ! It would be nice to see yandere mark but more in a 'mentally unstable' way which actually make him act like a yandere of sorts ? I think the show doesn't explore enough the trauma and creeping guilt he supposedly should feel, so having a reader that actually anchors him to this reality- the fact humans are actually fragile, weak and mortal- would be interesting to see imo? Love u

Thank you so much for this request🫶, and I 100% agree with you! The show is obviously focused on Mark defeating the viltrumites and Thragg, so exploring the true extent of his trauma isn’t shown too much (not at this point.) And gosh damn, that poor boy has been to hell-literally lol-and back.

Would y’all like to see him being more of the ‘aggressor’? Or the other way around where he takes on more of a masochist role (which I totally think he would, imo). Or I can do a good mix of both! :)

[angelicmist666]

Now that some of you have finally witnessed my writing, PLEASE, give me fic ideas for Mark. What would yall like to see? More submissive Mark? More angst? Yandere? LET ME KNOWW.

[angelicmist666]

Yearning, regret, & atonement.

Sub ex!Mark Grayson x Dom ex!Fem Reader.

MDNI! Smut ahead!

(Pt. 2 to Yearning & Regret. If you haven’t read, quickly give it a read :). Though, I suppose it’s not too necessary. Find pt. 3 here.)

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨//𝙎𝙪𝙗 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘/𝘾𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝘿𝙤𝙢!𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙀𝙭𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 & 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬/ 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 & 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩, 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙡!𝙁 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 “𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚.”, 𝙎𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.

Mark waited in anticipation for weeks as the last interaction he had with her passed. He moseyed around the grocery store and cafe where he had last spoke to her while he was patrolling the streets, hovering above the buildings in a hope he would see her around once more, his mind consumed by the thought of her touching him again. But alas to his disappointment, he didn’t cross paths with her. He wondered if he should text, perhaps call, but he refused. He didn’t deserve her time, he’d let her come to him when she was ready.

He flew in the air as he passed the park they used to walk together, his eyes scanning the area before he let out a sigh and continued forward. As he flew, his peripheral vision caught sight of a girl who looked similar. Was it her? He turned around as he hovered above the ground, facing the girl as her back was turned towards him. But to his dismay, it wasn’t her. This girl’s figure was different.

His brows furrowed in frustration as he turned back. But, his eyes snapped and his body flinched, snapping around at the call of his name.

“Mark? What are you doing here?”

He stilted in the air, mere inches from the ground as he slowly stumbled to the pavement, seeing her approaching him out of nowhere. How did he not catch sight of her when he was in the air just a second before? He stuttered nonsense as he twiddled his hands together, looking to the trees beside him as he tried to think of an excuse. Gosh, he was one of the strongest-no, THE strongest hero on Earth. He had fought the most powerful viltrumites, he had tasted and seen what death almost felt like. Why did the mere sight of her presence make him feel so weak and unable to move?

Patrolling. He was just patrolling his usual routes. Nothing more.

“Take your mask off and look at me. I’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?

His brown eyes widened as if her tone had just cut off the air supply around him-despite being able to hold his breath for copious amounts of time when he was in space. He let out a sheepish sigh before shredding his mask in defeat, awaiting the possible tongue lashing on how he shouldn’t be creeping on her. He deserved it. No, he knew he deserved worse.

An amused chuckle escaped her lips as she crossed her arms and she shook her head almost mockingly and exasperated, “Seriously Mark? Starting to spy on me now?”

He hastily opened his mouth to refute, a nervous cough slipping before he started to tumble over his words, his palms starting to sweat just in sync.

“N-no. It wasn’t that at all. I’m just workin-”

She held up a hand, silencing him mid sentence before he could further babble like a baby saying their first words. His shoulders sagged in shame, knowing she could see straight through his lies and facade. His face had always given it away, anyone who came across him quickly observing that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. But, she also knew him better than those people. When they had dated, she was never afraid to call him out when he was hurting and wouldn’t tell her. That part definitely didn’t change about her, and as much as it left him feeling intimidated and exposed, he loved it.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he could say, there was no use in trying to convince her otherwise and the least he could do for her now was be truthful and cut the bullshit. The air thickened with silence as he refused to look at her, averting his gaze as his eyes shut tightly, wanting to shrink into the bare ground underneath him. God, when did he become so helpless despite having all the strength in the world in the tip of his fingers? He lifted his shameful gaze, he had to say something. He didn’t want to waste this opportunity like last time, he wanted to do anything in the world to make the pity in her eyes disappear.

“I said it last time and I’ll say it again, I’m sorry. Not just for spying on you, I’m sorry for everything. I know how upset you must be and how much hatred you must feel towards me…But I..”

“I do.”

He gulped as he felt his throat close at her response, blinking back tears as he bit his lip.

“You do..hate me?..”

She just nodded, arms still folded like she just stated something nonchalant, a jarring contrast to the weight of what she just admitted. It echoed in his head.

She hated him.

He knew he had it coming. But despite him knowing this, her admission still struck his gut like he had just been punched in a fight. His legs immediately felt wobbly as his vision started to blur, the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back starting to fall. There was nothing more he could say or do.

A disappointing sigh escaped her lips as she closed the distance and gently grabbed his arm. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want anyone to see you like this.” He knew she wasn’t suggesting this out of empathy, just solely for his reputation, not wanting to taint it by people possibly seeing him in such a state, sparring the humiliation. He silently nodded as he tried to gather himself, sniffling as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. At least she wasn’t going to make him get on his knees again in public, something he would definitely do again without hesitation in his desperate, almost manic, state. Perhaps she wouldn’t advantage of this. Oh, did he know what was coming next.

He trailed behind her into her apartment as she slowly clicked the door shut behind them. Before he could process what was going to happen next, she suddenly pushed him onto her couch as he stumbled backwards, startled by the sudden act, his body breaking into a cold sweat. He accepted it though, and absorbed the impact as he awaited her next action. She didn’t join and sit next to him. Instead, she just remained still and stood in front of him as she looked at him with an indifferent stare. He didn’t push, he let her gaze wash over him.

Finally, the stone-cold mask that filled her face slowly started to vanish as she let out a frustrated groan, suddenly starting to pace as her hand clamped her forehead.

“Fuck Mark. Why now.”

He didn’t have time to respond before she was right in front of him again, her tone starting to fill the room as her hands shook in the air, trying to hold her body back before they landed on his shoulders in fists, his body jerking at the sudden shift in her demeanor, catching him off guard.

“So much time you fucking wasted, Mark. I was doing just fine you know? I’ve been moved from the whole situation for a while, of you tossing me aside like nothing and never speaking to me again since then. So why now? Why the hell now?”

Mark quickly stood as his hands instinctively reached out to grab her, panic rising in his chest as it started to heave, wanting to fully reach out and embrace her to stop the hurt. But he didn’t, he forcefully shoved his hands to the side as he looked at her dead in the eyes.

“Because I love you.”

She laughed, it being devoid of actual humor or happiness as he observed the tears escaping her eyes.

He lifted his hand close to her face despite trying to make it remain at his side.

“Don’t touch me,” She snapped angrily as she stepped backwards, her brows furrowing. He let out a defeated sigh, looking down as he closed his eyes and nodded his head.

“I hate you.”

This is the second time she said this. Deep down, she didn’t mean it, she knew damn well she didn’t. She just wanted to hurt him, just like he did to her three years ago, attempting to make him feel an ounce of the pain she felt. This time, it didn’t sting like the first when she said it earlier, he accepted it.

“Hate me, please. Hate me, hurt me, do whatever you want and I’ll accept your punishment. I deserve it. Hate me and I’ll still love you, I’ll never stop.”

She just looked at him like a traumatized dog, her chest heaving as the tears didn’t stop, paralyzed in her steps. He carefully took steps forward, remaining calculated as if she might break. He slowly reached out and grabbed her hands, bringing them to his face as she didn’t protest. He let out a shaky breath before blurting something outrageous.

“Hit me.”

Her eyes widened as she tilted her head in sudden confusion, “What?”

“You heard me. You can do it, I can take it. You know better than anyone that I can. Let me feel it, let me feel your anger. Let me feel it all.”

He was right, he could take anything from a girl like her, from any human really. He was a viltrumite, he had faced blows from Conquest, Thragg, and many more. She couldn’t truly hurt him.

So, with that reassurance, the palm of her hand found his face, snapping it to the side before she suddenly stepped back and looked down, her hands open. Her shoulders moved up and down as she felt internal conflict fill her mind. She knew this wasn’t right, that her hurt shouldn’t come to this.

But, the way he looked at her after, the way the whole atmosphere just changed-almost electric, it snapped something inside of her. Her body moved on its own as she closed the distance again, before her hand found his face once more, slapping him with more force than the last.

He groaned out, turning his face towards her as he felt the sting. He couldn’t help the way his lips started to tremble and turn into a smile.

“Yes, god, yes. Hate me more. Do whatever you want to me. Just please…Don’t stop.”

And he meant it. He didn’t want her to stop, he didn’t care if it was her wrath or love, as long as she was in his presence, that was enough for him.

It wasn’t long before her lips were immediately on his, her hands snaking in his hair as she tugged and pulled it, deepening the kiss as her tongue invaded his mouth. It was hungry, rough, pouring her years of pent up emotions and frustrations into it. A ragged breath escaped from him as he melted into her, turning into mere putty in her hands. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, his whole body aching for more of her. She didn’t waste anytime, she pulled back as she ripped her bottoms off, barking out a command

“Get on your fucking knees.”

He quickly obliged, sinking to his knees as a whimper escaped his lips. He looked up to her as he felt his mouth start to water, the scent of her filling his nose.

“I love you,” he gasped desperately with hazy-half lidded eyes as he felt himself slip into a trance like state. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

He felt the connect of her hand suddenly slap his face once more as his head yanked to the side. “Shut up and make me feel good.”

He didn’t hesitate for even a second, he enthusiastically yanked her panties down, taking in the pretty sight of her soaked folds before he immediately dove in.

“Anything, anything for you sweet girl,” he moaned into her, muffled between her thighs as the vibrations sent jolts of electricity throughout her entire body. Her head flew back as she gripped his hair for balance, moving her hips against his face without abandon, barely giving him room to breathe.

Good thing he was a viltrumite.

He felt his own hips buck into the air as he heard her angelic moans filling the room, the wet sounds only fueling him further. His tongue slid over her clit as he drew circles, before it made its way down, his tongue lapping up all the wetness pouring from her slit.

“So eager, so fucking pathetic.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hands gripping her thighs as he moved his head up and down on her, his calculated movements now sloppy, eating her like it was his last meal on Earth, or all of space for that matter.

“Say it Mark, say how pathetic you are.”

He moaned loudly, refusing to pull back for even a second as he continued to lap at her, “I’m pathetic, god, I’m so pathetic for you my beautiful girl.”

Her groans grow louder as she felt herself slowly on the brink of release, her hips bucking erratically as she fisted his hair tighter.

“Fuck…yes..tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” He muffled into her as his own hips started to buck into the air faster.

“Tell me how much you regretted everything. Tell me how lonely you were without me!”

“Mph!” He moaned loudly as he felt his heart clench in his chest, feeling all the memories rushing back like whiplash. “It was the biggest mistake of my life!” He whimpered in between flicks.

“I regretted it every single fucking day, when I let you go, it felt like a part of my soul went missing.”

He felt hot tears start to stream down his face, but he didn’t stop. He licked her clit faster as he continued to ramble into her sloppy wet cunt, the endless vibrations serving as more stimulation. And the way he was crying? It was enough to send her over the edge.

“I missed you so much it fucking hurt, worse than any injury or war…Fuck..”

She was right there, she was so close.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I do love you!” He cried out as he felt his own release start to build despite not even having touched himself at all. “I love you so fucking much!”

She started to scream as she bucked her hips on his face as fast as she could, her orgasm rippling out as her cum coated his tongue and his face. He let out a loud moan as he felt his own load spurt inside the crotch of his costume. He didn’t stop, he helped her ride out her orgasm as he felt her legs trembling around his head.

He didn’t leave a single drop of cum left, he licked her up fully until she was clean, slowly retreating his head back with a shaky breath as he looked up at her with glossy eyes, his face soaked with her arousal and his own tears. She caught her breath, before she bent down and quickly put her bottoms back on. He watched her, still on his knees as he awaited her next command.

She cleared her throat, smoothing her clothes and fixing her hair swiftly before speaking in a low-even tone. “It’s time for you to go now.”

He looked at her confused, still lost in his fucked out haze before what she said finally snapped. No protest came. Despite feeling a pang of disappointment and sadness, he knew that this was apart of her “revenge.” He knew he would slowly have to earn her trust back, that he was practically tethered on a leash to her now. And he didn’t fucking care, this is what he had dreamed of, this was everything to him. He craved this, yearned for it. He was okay with being at her control, being hers to command, break, and put back together. He swiftly got up as he slowly walked out the door, turning around as he muttered an ‘I love you’, before sighing as he jumped up and made his way back to patrolling the streets, trying to act as if nothing happened. Though, the drying cum in his underwear serving as a reminder throughout the rest of the day about what had actually took place.

Pathetic? Yup, pathetic. He’d own it and would own it proudly, wearing it like a badge of honor. He was hers, and he never wanted his “punishment” to end as he awaited for the next scraps of her vengeance she’d decide to give him.

[angelicmist666]

Yearning & Regret.

Needy Ex!Mark Grayson x Ex!Fem reader.

MDNI! Slightly suggestive stuff ahead.

Warnings//Subby Mark, Yearning Mark, Angst, 23 year old Mark, Implied Dom!F reader, Previous one year relationship (so exes), immense regret, Mark is kind of pathetic & desperate to get reader back, Slightly suggestive material at the end, Pt. 2 and pt . 3 here.

Today marked three years. Three years since Mark’s world collapsed, since he lost her. Not a day passed that she didn’t cross his mind, the wretched memories of their last moment replaying over, and over, and over in his head.

“I’m sorry, I have to let you go.”

“Mark, please, don’t let your fear ruin what we have, please..”

He shook his head, turning his body because he couldn’t bear to face her, to look into her eyes. Shame clouded his body like a tight uncomfortable grip. He couldn’t breathe, his chest was heaving, and if he stayed in her presence a second longer, he’d give in. Truly loving her meant letting her go, and that’s what he knew he had to do. So without a moment of hesitation, he flew out of her window, not looking back. She didn’t know what she did wrong, why couldn’t he even look at her? She sank to the ground, wrapping her arms around her body in an attempt to comfort herself as she sobbed.

Tears left Mark’s eyes as he heard her distant cries. He sped away faster, because if he heard her cry for a second longer, he’d be right back there.

Mark fisted his hair in frustration as soon as he woke. Of course his brain had to replay the drenched moment today of all days. He lazily got out of bed as he headed towards the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, he looked in the mirror, something he hadn’t done in awhile, taking in his tired eyes. When did he become so pathetic, such a shell of who he used to be? It’s been years, he should’ve healed, should’ve been over it by now. But he wasn’t.

He could never be. He loved her, with the every fiber of his damn being. Of course he’d never move on, and that thought alone was devastating. That he’d never escape this prison.

As he stumbled into the living room, he looked at his phone, staring at her number. Maybe it was from lack of sleep, maybe he was too utterly desperate for her at this point, but his body reacted before his mind protested and he started to type out a message.

“Hey, been awhile, you crossed my mind today and I figured I’d see how you were doing :).”

He stared at his message for a few minutes as his heart raced. His thumb hovered over send, but he quickly shook his head to himself as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. She was probably moved on and couldn’t care less about him anymore, especially after the way he discarded her like nothing. She probably hated him.

After Mark poured his cereal, he opened the fridge to find he didn’t have anymore milk. Normally on a day like today if Mark didn’t have any trouble to attend to, he’d lock himself in his room and wouldn’t do a damn thing, he dreaded interacting with people if he had to. But it’s been three years, perhaps it was time to push himself to go out on days the memory of her lingered, even if it was to run a small errand. He slipped on a black hoodie and jeans, barely ruffling his hair as he made his way out the door.

Mark’s mind was foggy as he walked down the aisle, hoodie over his head to make sure no one would recognize him or approach him. As he was lost in his haze, he accidentally stumbled on someone in front of him, causing them to drop their phone and a box of cookies.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled as he squatted down to pick up their things, his head remaining down.

“Oh, no worries, thanks.”

His heart dropped at the sound of their voice. No, it couldn’t be, he was imagining things. He slowly looked up as his form followed, his palms were immediately sweaty as he handed their phone and cookies back.

It was her.

He hadn’t seen her since that day. She looked different, her hair was cut in a different style but it wasn’t only that. It was the way she carried herself, her chest held high. Her demeanor so…he couldn’t even put it into words. He stood stunned like a deer caught in headlights as he stared at her, his body frozen and unable to move. She cocked her head slightly as she stared back, letting out an awkward giggle before she slowly started to turn back around.

He knew how stupid he must look, he couldn’t even formulate a simple “hi.” But as she started turn around, his heart dropped to his stomach. All he could manage to get out was her name.

She slowly turned back around, her eyes just as wide as his. She didn’t even recognize him at first. At this point, they just continued to stare, both frozen in their steps like they just had seen a ghost.

She carefully took a step forward, her voice cracking on her words.

“Mark?…Is that..”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

He gulped nervously, his shaky hands immediately sliding his hood down as he smiled awkwardly, lips quivering.

“It’s me. How…how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

Oh shit. Was she still mad at him? He felt his forehead start to sweat as he put his hand behind his head, babbling nervously. “That’s good, I’m super glad to hear that.”

She didn’t respond, she just stared at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. But his heart was racing a million miles per second at this point, he wanted to say so many things, he couldn’t even start with the first.

“Yeah. Well, good to see you Mark.” And with that, she turned back around as she started to walk forward.

No, no, no. He couldn’t let her slip away, not after all this time passed. Not when he finally got to cross paths with her again. He knew he should walk away, should let her go, because this is how it was meant to be.

But his body moved as his mind protested, just like it did when he was about to text her. Only this time, he couldn’t stop himself. He knew this was stupid, knew he shouldn’t be pushy, but he was so utterly helpless without her. His hand quickly grabbed her shoulder.

“Wait.”

She stilled in her steps.

“Please..”

That please rung through her ears like a lightning bolt. The way he said it, the sheer tone of his voice, the desperation. She knew she should walk away and never turn back. But deep down, she knew she didn’t want to do that. So she slowly turned back around to him, looking down as she let out a heavy sigh before locking eyes with him.

“What do you want Mark?”

Oh yeah, there was no mistaking it. She was definitely mad at him.

“Will you- no. Can…Can we talk?” He gulped once more, awaiting the answer he knew she would give, especially with the was she looked at him with annoyance, perhaps a hint of disgust? He knew he didn’t deserve the right to explain, to even be talking to her right now. But as he looked down with guilt and disappointment, his head perked up at her response.

She sighed heavily, looking to the side as her eyes lingered there for a couple seconds. Finally, after seconds passed that felt like excruciating hours, she spoke.

“About?…”

Mark immediately opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off, “If it’s just going to be some sob story about what happened, then I don’t want to hear it.”

He stood stilled like a dummy again, stuttering incoherent gibberish before finally speaking actual english. “It won’t be, I promise, just please let me get you a coffee. I just want to catch up with you.” He knew this was a lie. I mean, it’s true, he did want to catch up with her. But he wanted nothing more than to explain to her why he did what he did those three years ago.

Her eyes lingered on his awaiting gaze, she twisted a piece of her hair as she contemplated.

“Okay.”

His form perked up as he felt his lips curve into a trembling smile, a thousand thoughts spewing in his mind.

I can’t fuck this up.

I’m not worthy enough to even be talking to her right now.

I have to explain everything.

They set foot to the cafe near the grocery store, the walk filled with silence. He occasionally stole glances at her, but her gaze remained forward. Her eyes fixated on her path, not acknowledging that he was walking right beside her. But he didn’t push her to speak, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or upset her any further. He had to be careful, calculated, or he else would lose her again.

They finally settled outside sitting across each other as they sat their coffee down after the painful walk of silence. She briefly took a few sips before setting the cup down once more, her arms crossing as she leaned back on her chair and looked at him with furrowed brows. He let out a forced awkward chuckle, his hands fidgeting with his cup as he looked at the table, unable to meet her intimidating stare.

“What have you been up to?…”

“Work.”

He nodded, trying to seem casual as his eyes looked up to hers. “How’s that been?”

“Fine.”

A few more minutes passed as he attempted to make small talk to her, but it was all shot down with one worded answers. When did she become so daunting? He felt like he was running out of time as he felt the vibrations of her foot start to tap the floor. He shifted uneasily as he felt his leg graze hers, his blood running cold as he promptly moved it away. Was he that touch starved? So touch starved that he got nervous even feeling the graze of her knee? The one he had touched a thousand times before? He cleared his throat before letting out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes as he spoke in a quiet tone, his head going down.

“Look, I know you’re probably so mad at me, but if you just let me explain I-”

“There it goes, let me guess. You didn’t want to break up with me but you had to in order to keep me safe. It wasn’t me, it was you. Blah, blah, blah. Right?”

His eyes snapped open as he looked at her, holding his breath as his mouth opened to oppose her statement. But he couldn’t, she was right. His mouth closed as he shut his eyes once more in an act of shame. How foolish he was to think he’d be able to make her understand.

“Mark,” she murmured, the sound of his name coming out with a hint of compassion. But as she continued to speak, her tone got louder, and it turned from empathetic to exasperation. She uncrossed her arms as she leaned forward, her body tensing. The words began to leave her mouth without control, years of built up hurt and frustration finally coming out.

“You don’t think I know what I signed up for when I started dating you? You were already Invincible when I had met you. You were Invincible for a year with me, so cut the bullshit and self pity. Quit looking at me like I’M in the wrong for being upset. You fucking left me like I was nothing and couldn’t care less to simply check up on me. Do you not know how that feels? To feel like I was thrown away? Like I wasn’t good enough? For years, I wondered what the hell I did wrong. Maybe I wasn’t understanding enough, maybe I wasn’t patient enough, maybe I wasn’t attentive enough. But..”

She stopped as she felt a tear fall down her cheek. She slowly placed her hand on her face as she stared forward, wiping it before she down looked at her fingers.

Mark felt his heart break all over again at the sight of her, the painful memories of hearing her cries as he left her all those years ago filling his head, instantly taking him right back to that moment. His hand automatically reached across the table, lingering mere inches away from her face as he let out a broken whisper of her name, his own eyes starting to turn glossy. But she quickly swatted his hand, standing up as she slung her purse over her shoulder. She stood paralyzed before shaking her head, clearing her throat as she quickly got her emotions together.

I knew this was a fucking bad idea, I know better, she thought to herself.

She briefly looked at him, her expression changing from hurt back to that god forsaken stare she had been giving him before.

“This was a mistake, I shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

And with that, she quickly turned as she started to hurriedly walk away.

Because she knew, she knew if she stayed a second longer, she’d give in. And she knew, she knew she was better than that. Deserved better.

Meanwhile, Mark sat in his chair, her words practically slicing his heart in half.

A mistake

She said it was a mistake.

His hand clutched his chest, the tears beginning to fall that he tried so hard to keep in. He had failed, failed her. Failed himself. It was, it was a mistake. She was right, he shouldn’t have ever let her go in the first place.

But now.

Now it was too late. No amount of apologizing or begging could change her mind or make up for the years he had missed out on.

He slumped forward as his hands held his face in defeat, the sounds of her footsteps growing distant.

No

She can’t leave

I can’t lose her again

I can’t breathe without her.

Mark found his feet running forward as he approached her car, his body going on autopilot in a frantic last attempt to make her stay. He knew it was wrong, he knew he was hopeless, but he was so hopelessly still in love with her. He didn’t care how pathetic he looked at this point. He caught his breath, barely giving her time to react as he turned her around, grabbing her shoulders desperately as he looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Please. Please, let me make it up to you. I’ve never gotten over you, I’ve never stopped loving you. Our last memories play over and over in my head every single fucking day. I’m pathetic, I was so wrong and stupid for letting you go, it was the worst decision I’ve ever made in my life. I regret it so much and I’m so fucking sorry. Please, PLEASE, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, just please…don’t leave.”

His shoulders slumped forward as he let out a shaky breath, slowly letting go of her shoulders as his head hung towards the ground, her deafening silence ringing in his ears

I’m so damn pathetic that I can’t even look at her.

“You’ll do anything..?”

His chin jerked upward, staring at her as he blinked a few times. She tilted her head before raising her brows.

“Well?”

His heart throbbed as he stood flabbergasted, unable to believe what he was hearing. Was she really going to give him a chance to make it up to her? What was she going to ask of him?

Hell, he didn’t care what it was, he meant it. He’d do anything.

“Yes,” He breathed out wholeheartedly before annunciating his words louder, “Yes. I’ll do anything.”

Her arms crossed as she looked at him with an engrossed expression, foot tapping once more as her mind wandered.

“Get on your knees.”

He stepped back slightly, “W-what?..”

“I said knees. Now.”

As her words finally registered, he looked around before slowly dropping toward the bare ground. He worried that people would recognize him, witness him doing this. But at the same time, he didn’t give a damn. So he did what she said. He stared at her knees before his gaze slowly met hers, letting out a trembling exhale.

“Like this?…”

She nodded her head.

“Say it again.”

He casted his head slightly, his breath still shaky and trembling, waiting in anticipation.

“Which part?..”

“That you’re pathetic. I want to hear you say it again.”

His pupils dilated as his breathing promptly stopped, his arms breaking out in chills from the sheer sharpness in her tone. She was serious, she wasn’t playing around. His eyes started to look downward before she spoke again.

“No, look at me. Say it.”

He slowly looked back up towards her, his knees beginning to shake as his whole body trembled. He knew he should feel shame, embarrassment that he was willing to go this far for her. But the way she was looking at him, the way she was speaking to him, it sent a thrill down his spine. So, he took a deep breath, looking down briefly again before locking eyes with her.

“I’m pathetic.”

She eyed him intently for a few seconds, before her hand reached out as the back of her fingers grazed his cheek, her touch feather like. His breath hitched, letting out a quiet whimper as he felt her touch, the one he yearned to feel again for so many years. He was right, he was pathetic.

But just as her touch lasted only for a few seconds, he quickly felt her hand retreat as she didn’t say anymore. She turned as she opened her car door, before settling inside and turning on her engine.

And just like that, she drove away, leaving him stranded in this demeaning state. He couldn’t bring himself to stand, not yet. The interaction played in his head over and over. He just stared forward, wondering if it was a dream as he returned back into his haze. But as it finally clicked, he stood.

He craved more, grasping onto the mere fragments of their interaction, craving her presence once again. The urge to make it up to her, whatever it took, consumed him as his body ached for more of her touch. But, he stopped himself, because something so small like this was better than nothing. Her face, the way her fingers grazed his cheek, was something he couldn’t resist. So, he surrendered himself to whatever more she’d decide to dish out to him. He found himself smiling as he took his flight home.

Because this?

This was everything.

[angelicmist666]

i love how it’s pretty much canon that akashi doesn’t mind touch or being messed with (ofc by the people he’s close with). he’s so nonchalant/easygoing. he’s like “yeah, i’m just going with it.”

[ajy006]

I sometimes wish Kuroko no Basket had been released in 2020 instead of 2012. The fanfiction featuring original characters or reader inserts is often cringeworthy, they all seem to share the same personality traits with only minor differences. It's really confusing why the female character is always portrayed as the only girl playing basketball with the boys, even more so that she is better than them and she is very Smart on the court but totally clueless in school. Her name is typically something like "Queen of Basketball" or another title starting with "Queen." She’s often depicted with an unrealistic body type and a mean demeanor, yet everyone seems to love her.

The writing quality is generally poor it’s so 2010s in bad way. Haikyuu and Blue Lock fans are so lucky you guys have a wider variety of fanfiction. While there are certainly some cringe-worthy stories, there are also many well-written ones. You have fanfics that actually explore relationships and don't just stick to the main plot and also most Kuroko no Basket fanfics are short, and if they are longer, they tend to fall into the reverse harem category. I’d be fine if they developed the relationships better, but most of the time, the characters just like her for dumb reasons. Can we please get an OC/reader who doesn’t play basketball, is nice and has a complex personality! (Also, if you know any good KNB fanfics, please share!)