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almost home
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Kiana Khansmith
trying on a metaphor
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@bakuhve
introduction
juliana, 19y/o, she/her, reality shifter living vicariously through her writing ♾️
my hero academia, twisted wonderland, genshin impact
masterlist aka directory
my inbox is open always! i mostly write about aged up katsuki, but i’m open to any other characters from different fandoms as long as i know them.
" CRAWLING BACK TO YOU " ── HOUSEWARDENS
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in which; you reunited with him after he thought he lost you forever.
𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ : "maybe im too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new. now, i thought it through~"
content; sfw , established relationship , reunion , they miss you a ton , comfort/fluffy , they may cry (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) , possibly ooc , imagines , unedited !
author's note; shorter then id like them to be, but i thought leaving them short and sweet would be enough to make up for the angst fic i wrote a few days ago (・_・;) the song is "do i wanna know" by artic monkeys, covered by hozier because i cry whenever i hear the chorus...his voice is like heaven i luv hozier
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
riddle freezes the moment he sees you. the hall of mirrors and never felt more warm, or was that just his body colliding into yours when he hugs you tightly. for a moment he thinks he's imagining this, your not here─perhaps he's dreaming? but that couldn't be right, he was indeed awake. his eyes shake, tears prick at the edge of his waterline when he stares at you.
you call his name out softly, almost crying yourself as you extend your arms out. the poor boy, forgetting everyone else in the room―was there even anyone else? and crosses the room the large steps before falling into your embrace.
proof that you're real. his arms tighten around your waist, head buried into your chest to hear your heartbeat once again. his capes pools around his feet, knees weak as he sobs into your chest.
you hold him up so he doesn't ruin his uniform, you remember how much he hates getting the white dirty. a steady hand rests at the back of his head, tears blurring your vision as you laugh out and cry.
he told himself he wouldn't cry if he ever saw you again, although, he thought he was never going to see you again. his hands cup your face to get a better look at you, the tears in your eyes only proved to him you are indeed here, in his arms.
"do you know how long i spent, trying to find a way back to you. it was silly, i was foolishly still in love with you, my rose. please―never leave me again...i don't know how much more i can take it."
i wish more people would acknowledge that malleus can be a huge teaser!!
i never see it talked about at all.. while this man may not know much about humans, that’s not to say he’s stupid — he’s fully aware of his actions..
yet while he may know what he’s doing, he may not know the effect of what it may have onto others.. especially on you.
if he bites a piece of chocolate in front of you while maintaining eye contact with that look of his, he finds himself amused whenever he notices that growing blush on your cheeks.
he’ll make a note to do it again in the future.
if you’re someone who’s easily flustered then goodluck with him! he’s so mean about it too, if you ever decide to confront him about it then he’ll simply act as if he has no clue what you’re talking about yet the smirk he wears on his lips when he tells you that says otherwise.
yet his thought process is relatively simple, he can tell that his actions makes you flustered and how it may even make you squirm a bit more than your usual antics — he takes this as a good sign and so in order to please you more he’ll do it again and again!
he’s a huge teaser and he simply doesn’t care, after all, it does get a good chuckle out of him whenever he reflects on his interactions with you.
but don’t try to play innocent, he sees the way you ogle his form or the way you maintain that eye contact. you’re just as bad as him for not telling him to stop, letting him know that you’re clearly into being teased by someone like him and that he will so clearly continue to do so.
if anything your reactions just seem to boost his ego even more! its now a test as to how long you can last against a smug malleus who only seems to get more curious as to how long you can last against someone such as him.
maybe for his next experiment he’ll resort to fleeting touches between you and him, maybe offer to pick a book from the oh so tall bookshelf and you just can’t help but notice how his hand remains on your back.
of course, he’ll make sure to keep it subtle. after all, he does have an image to maintain yet he would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to how you’ll barely tolerate his antics.
oh this will be quite the excellent entertainment for him, much better than sitting alone in his dorm and reading a book!
teaser malleus, anyone? ♪٩(๑❛ᴗᴖ๑)۶ ♪
—"POETIC RIZZ" various
SYNOPSIS: Horrible 3AM post—Just a bunch of random quotes/lines from various shows & books that i mixed together (Also diasomnia has the best rizz ngl)
WHEN HE SAYS “ILY”, BUT RIDDLE ONCE SAID
"In vain, I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. One word from you will silence me on this subject forever. And so I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my lover."
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EASY TO LOVE.
All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.
"I am not as affectionate as the others."
It was something Bakugou confessed on your third date, both of you nudged in corner booth of a quite cafe, grabbing quick brunch before you had to part ways for the day.
"It'll be difficult for me to express or even initiate affection."
He fiddled with the tissue paper on the table, fingers twisting the soft material, keeping his eyes on yours, despite the overwhelming urge to look away.
"I am not easy to love."
You don't really remember what you said after, probably few words of comfort, fingers squeezing his palm, a soft kiss pressing against his temple.
He was easy to love, when he made space in his appartment for you, from the empty drawer under the bathroom sink, the space in lower cabinets of the kitchen to the extra bedside table, slowly pulled you into his house, his space, nudging your essence into every nook and corner.
He was easy to love, when he altered all his recipes to have lower spice, your favourite condiments taking up space in the fridge, anything and everything to make sure you enjoyed his cooking, new notebook he purchased to write recipes you enjoyed.
He was easy to love, when his fingers reached out for you, hands mindlessly chasing after your touch, from the light graze against your shoulders during movie night to the warmth seeping into your skin as he guided you through the crowd and best when the heat burned against your skin during cold nights, palms sweaty as he held you close.
He was easy to love, when he seeked you out not for necessity but for need, his palm restless as he reached for yours, fingers entwined, held together as you navigated through crowds, or empty streets, through life.
He was easy to love, when he remembered the things that mattered to you, whether it was the names of your childhood stuff toys or the directions to your family cottage, every date marked on a calender, serving a reminder he didn't necessarily need.
You are bare underneath the sheets, eyes following around Bakugou's frame, watching him grab a bottle of water and snacks for the both of you.
Uncapping the bottle, he pressed it against your lips, "Here." It's barely a whisper, hands steady as you took long sips.
He pulls it away, bringing the bottle to his own lips, adam's apple bobbing as he drank, before capping it and sliding in beside you, hand instantly patting the bedsheet, gesturing for you to come closer.
You shuffled closer, resting your head against his shoulders as he flipped through the list of movies on the screen.
"You know, I feel like you lied all those years ago." You mumbled, voice laced with sleep, yawning against him.
He hummed in question, brows furrowed as he tilted his head to look at you, "What are you talking about, sweetness?"
"You seem pretty easy to love to me."
You watch as the crease between his brow smoothen, eyes widening as realisation dawned upon him, years old conversation suddenly fresh in his mind.
He smiled wide and certain, eyes crinkling as he pressed his lips against your forehead, love you's mumbled against your skin.
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because i knew you, i have been changed for good.
PLATONIC grim x reader
the mirror chamber was colder than you remembered.
cold enough that your breath fogged as you stepped inside, cold enough that every footstep echoed like it was already saying goodbye for you.
the others had walked you here earlier and crowded around you, hugging you, wishing you well.
now the room was empty.
well… almost empty.
a familiar tail flicked from behind one of the pillars.
“grim,” you said softly.
he stepped out, fur fluffed up, trying his hardest to look nonchalant even though his eyes were already shimmering.
“i-i wasn’t waiting for you or anything!” grim declared immediately. “i just… happened to be in the area. by complete coincidence!”
you smiled. a genuine smile despite the aching, pulling feeling at your chest. “uh huh. total coincidence.”
grim’s voice went small. “you’re… really going through the mirror?”
you glanced at its surface, already glowing with the magic that would send you home. “yeah. it’s time.”
grim swallowed hard, padding closer until he was right in front of you, little paws trembling despite his best attempts to hide it.
“well…” he said, puffing his furry chest, “you still owe me a proper goodbye! i am your first friend here, after all.”
you dropped to your knees so you could look him in the eye. your throat felt tight, but you forced your voice to remain steady.
“you were more than my first friend,” you said. “you were the one who helped me survive this place. when i was scared, confused, or completely lost… you were there.”
grim blinked rapidly.
“and grim… because i knew you, i’ve changed. for the better.”
you gave a watery smile. “for good.”
his breath hitched loudly. “y-you can’t just say stuff like that!”
you reached out, carefully brushing the fur between his ears. he leaned into your hand instantly. he always did.
“when i first came to NRC, i didn’t know anything,” you continued. “but you made this world feel less frightening. you made me feel like i belonged.”
grim’s tail curled around your wrist, timid in a way he never let anyone see.
“you changed me too,” he murmured. “i mean… i was always great! amazing! but… you treated me like i mattered. like i wasn’t just some fireball spitting monster. you made me… better.” his eyes wavered. “you made me want to be better.”
for a moment, the only sound was the hum of the mirror behind you.
then grim threw himself at you, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck with surprising strength. you held him as tight as your chest would allow.
“if we never meet again…” your voice shook, “just know you’ll always be with me. like a handprint on my heart.”
grim sniffed loudly, hopelessly. “you better not forget me,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “i won’t forgive you!”
“i won’t. not ever.”
you pulled back, cupping his face in both hands. he looked up at you with wide, glassy eyes, trying so hard not to fall apart.
“you ready?” you whispered.
“no,” he said immediately, voice cracking. “but go anyway.”
you stood. the mirror’s surface rippled, reflecting both your worlds at once.
grim sat up straight as he could, trying to look brave- even though his paws were still trembling.
“goodbye, grim.”
his voice was barely above a whisper. “goodbye, (y/n).”
you stepped into the mirror. just before your vision filled with light, you heard him call out- small, desperate, breaking:
“because i knew you… i’ve been changed too. f-for good.”
and then he was gone.
and so were you.
if every word i said could make you laugh, i’d talk forever.
ace trappola x reader
ace always told himself he wasn’t staring.
he knew he stared. he just told himself he didn’t.
because every time you laughed, it did something to him. something that was so stupid and warm and something he definitely couldn’t put into words without wanting to sink into the floor.
it was never just the laugh itself.
it was the way your eyes would crinkle first, like the happiness showed up there before the sound ever escaped. the way your shoulders would shake a little, as if you were trying to hold it in even though you never actually did. the way you’d tilt your head, or hide your smile behind your hand, or bite down on your lip for a split second right after as if you were embarrassed to have found something he said that funny.
he lived for that part, the part where you did the tiny, shy little pause after.
half of his jokes were dumb on purpose. he wasn’t ashamed of that. he’d say something mildly idiotic, then wait for that heartbeat. that moment where he wondered if he’d get to hear it again.
and when it did come, when you let out that soft snort or those breathless little giggles you always tried to smother?
yeah. that was it.
and maybe that would’ve been fine, admiring you from the side, pretending he wasn’t hanging onto every sound you made- if moments like this didn’t exist.
ramshackle was quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet where you could hear the soft flutter of the curtains whenever a breeze slipped through the cracked window. light pooled into the room in uneven patches, gold and warm, spilling across the couch cushions and the wooden floorboards.
ace hadn’t even planned to hang around this long today. he’d dropped by under the excuse of “checking on the prefect,” as if he didn’t spend nearly every waking second with you, grim, and deuce by his side. but then you’d sat down in that old wooden chair with a huff, and he’d thrown himself on the couch beside it like he owned the place, and somehow the conversation never stopped.
he said something dumb like he always did, something about grim being one loose hairball away from becoming a health hazard. and you laughed.
you really laughed.
your hand dropped onto the arm of the couch, close enough for him to see the way your fingers curled when you tried (and failed) to suppress yourself. your shoulders shook. your smile cracked wide open, as bright as the sunlight filtering across the room.
and ace felt that same stupid, warm, sinking feeling tug at him again.
he leaned back on one elbow, watching you with that lazy grin he always pretended came naturally. but it wasn’t lazy. it was fond.
a little helpless.
god, he was so helpless around you.
the light caught in your hair. your laughter filled the empty corners of ramshackle like it was something that could chase away the ghosts. for a second, ace forgot the place was nearly falling apart because all he could think about was how alive it sounded with you in it.
he nudged the toe of his boot against your chair, casual… or at least trying to be.
“hey,” he said, voice lighter than he meant it to be. “you’re gonna make me think i’m actually funny.”
you snorted, the soft, tiny kind that always slipped out before you could stop it, and ace swore his heart tipped over itself.
that was the moment he lived for.
he didn’t say anything for a second, didn’t breathe, maybe.
he just looked at you, bathed in sunlight, laughing at something stupid he said in a house that shouldn’t have been warm but somehow was.
Hii! I just thought of this and thought you’d be the perfect one to do this! So here it is, yk those YouTube videos were someone’s blind folded and have to try and figure out who is their mom, dad, wife etc, and there like feeling their face, hair texture, size hand, etc.
welll, I thought ProHeroKatsuki and reader have to do the same thing. It can be either be Katsuki or reader that’s blind folded, whatever you like!
~☀️~
when they add you in a mix of other pro heroes. you’re not even a hero but they add you in to trick bakugou a little. maybe the heroes of his agency and it’s a tiktok video by the new social media hire lol
no clue how they’ve convinced bakugou to do it but he’s always softer than he looks.
and he gets most of his heroes right when he feels their hands. goes by size for gender and then whether they’re human and any major differences. then when your like sixth in the line up you slip your hands into his and he immediately grins.
blind folded with a black t-shirt with his logo on. rubs his thumbs across the back of your hands and pulls you closer to him.
“why’re you here?” he asks with a smirk and you bite back a comment.
“this is my girl.” not one for pda on camera but effortlessly finds your jaw to squeeze slightly. then lightly pushes you away with a slap to your ass all with amazing aim for a man that’s blind folded
Prompt: Couples will evidently begin to mimic their better half after some time. What traits do you steal from him, and vice versa? Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Everyone - because I want to and I’m amidst fleshing out all my Yuu/Character dynamics + designs Format: Headcannons. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde (Here) | Diasomnia (Here) A/N: HUZZAH YET ANOTHER SERIES FINALLY COMPLETE
Habits You Steal:
Heels (Developed): Malleus is quite tall. No, scratch that. He towers over everyone. The horns give him an added height that really sells the deal. Unless you want to crane your neck back and develop a hump? It's wise to start wearing heels.
Prose (Inherited): Malleus. We love his little riddles and mysterious aura . He obviously read the wrong script and came straight out of an early 2000s YA novel named 'Evermore' or something akin. Yet he quite literally cannot get to the point sometimes. It’s a Diasomnia thing for sure but he’s the worst of the litter. It's infuriating. On one hand, your vocabulary has vastly improved. If only he could rub off on Grim, Professor Trein would be ecstatic. The problem is that sometimes you lapse into an 18th century sonnet, and your friends give maximum shit for it. Especially Ace. No mercy.
“Apologies everyone, it’s now past twilight hour and both the prefect and I need to conclude our evening agenda. Please excuse our absence and continue to delight in the night’s festivities.”-> Dear god Malleus - just say you’re going to walk them home and that you’ll see everyone in the morning. The misunderstandings that come from using big words is worse than sounding improper.
[Silent Musings]
Synopsis: Floyd thinks about his day and you as you sleep beside him.
Genre: Fluff
Notes: Lots of predatory/prey wording, written from Floyd's perspective, tried to write GN! Reader, Yuu!Reader
Pairing: Floyd Leech x Reader
When Floyd opened his eyes, the dorm room was still unlit and engulfed in a silent black shroud. Despite that, he had no problem seeing everything. Being from the Coral Sea, his eyesight was used to the inky depths, ready to fight anything that dared lurk in the deep or catch any unsuspecting prey.
Maybe that was why his gaze immediately shot to your face—a foolish little shrimp that dropped their guard in the midst of a blood-hungry predator.
Floyd’s singular golden eye gleamed in the dark as he laid completely still. His body was covered underneath the tousled sheets that offered no warmth, just a vague feeling of something on his body. No, the only warmth that he greedily accepted was radiating off your sleeping body.
A silly little shrimp that fell asleep in his presence.
Deep in his blood, the sight of such easy prey brought out his primitive urges. His long limbs longed to reach out, wrapping around their body with a suffocatingly tight grip. His lips longed to stretch wide, showing off razor teeth, dripping with saliva. His jaw longed to unhinge, ready to pounce and pierce into soft flesh and shred.
Yet it was you, the magicless prefect. And because of that, the moray eel continued to lie beside you without a single twitch in his muscles. Just watching and drinking in every little detail he could commit to memory.
Like how your chest heaved slowly with every breath, a soft snore escaping your parted lips every few seconds. Or how your arms wrapped around the decently sized shrimp plush you bought for him on a trip into town one weekend (it was admittedly goofy-looking with the uneven eyes and flimsy felt legs and antennas, but you gave it to him. So he sleeps with it every night since receiving it, ignoring Jade’s teasing remarks). Or how your eyes fluttered rapidly underneath your eyelids.
What were you dreaming of? Maybe you were dreaming of going through another chaotic day at NRC, running into some trouble because of someone in your shoal. Maybe you were dreaming of being back in your world, reliving some memories before you arrived at Twisted Wonderland.
Was it a good dream? He could only assume based on the soft expression on your face.
Were you dreaming of him maybe? Sevens, Floyd hoped you were dreaming of him.
It was pitiful how a tiny creature like you could make his ravenous heart thump quickly in his chest.
But it happened. Gradual, unassuming, and unexpected.
The first time Floyd saw you at the orientation ceremony, he thought that the whole experience was hilarious—the way you floundered about, incredibly lost and frazzled at the chaos surrounding you had him nearly doubled over in laughter. He brushed it off like it was the end of it, but, to his surprise, you stuck around. Rumors of the magicless human and the trouble that followed in your path spread like wildfire in NRC, yet he could never quite get a glimpse of you, aside from that one time you were spying on him and Jade with the rest of Heartslabyul guys.
But then the final exams came around and you were suddenly among all the sea anemones, begging to help your reckless shoal. And everything fell into place from there. Your presence became more steady, and he suddenly noticed you around more and more (or was it that he subconsciously seeked you out instead?). While you were most definitely afraid of him at the beginning, at some point the frightful jolts eased away into excited hops and something in him shifted during that time.
His ever-swaying mood swings became more manageable when you were around. Floyd could be in the worst of moods from whatever got him down, but just the sight of you from across the hall or courtyard had his heart all aflutter and he wasted no time scooping you in his arms right then and there. Jade and Azul noticed this change right away—and maybe that’s why you were here in his bed today.
For whatever reason, the world was out to get him that day. At first, some guy from Savanaclaw scuffed his shoes right after he had cleaned and polished them the night prior. It was fine till Floyd got caught shortly afterwards with bloody knuckles and a battered beastman, so came the long lecture and write-up for detention. Then, Floyd was getting hounded on by professors left and right about missing assignments and failed tests. What tipped it all off was when he got paired up with some squeamish frosh in potionology, and the Scarabian student was so fidgety that he dumped the wrong amount of dawn-weed and subsequently made the potion blow up in their faces.
Once the bell rang and he knocked some teeth out of the freshman, Floyd retreated back into his dorm room with a glare that had everyone scattering. Already deciding to skip the rest of the day, the eel fell onto his bed and bundled underneath the covers.
He didn’t know how long he laid there in the dark, just seething and wringing his shrimp plush between his fingers, but the door creaked open and shut within a few moments. The person crept closer to his bed and Floyd already knew who it was by gait and footfalls.
“Floyd?” And there was your pretty voice. “Can I lay next to you?”
Wordlessly, he shimmied towards one side of the bed and you seemed to get the hint. You simply took off your shoes and gently lifted the blanket to lay at his side. You didn’t look frightened by his scowl nor did you tense at his unblinking, glowing eyes. Instead, you, the little shrimpy, just smiled softly and gently ran your fingers through his hair. It was like the tension in his shoulders ebbed away and he let his eyes shut to bask in the affection.
So that’s where he was now: Laying in the dark and watching you sleep with his heart beating sweetly for you. The once roaring and angry tsunami that crashed inside of him had quieted into tender lull waves, lapping at his heart.
Again, it was pitiful how such prey could reduce his heart to mush. But, Sevens, were you the sweetest thing in his eyes. A little feeble shrimp with the prettiest eyes and kissable smile.
Oh, how Floyd wants to dress you up with chains of pearls, sea glass, and coral and give you all the scales and teeth you’d want, if it meant you’d be in a symbiotic relationship with him. You’ll ease his frazzled heart and clutch his face in your gentle hands and he’ll smother you in kisses and protect you from all the other beasts out vying for a taste of you.
He’d do it all for you, and he wishes he wasn't such a coward. Like all moray eels, he has to be 100% sure you feel the same way or else he can’t will himself to make a move.
So he’ll do what predators do best. He’ll wait.
He’ll sit and wait. Until he gets a whiff of your reciprocated love and knows your heart beats for only the name Floyd Leech, then will he strike and cradle your bleeding heart into his own hands.
Till then, he’ll be content watching in the dark and waiting for the time to go for the kill.
Culture Shock
—ꨄ︎ “Courting ritual? What are you talking about?”
Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Floyd, Azul
Notes: courting ritual misunderstanding brainrotttt drabbles LESGOO i live for the idea of the non-human students doing what they think is obvious flirting but you blatantly misunderstanding them lmao
Leona:
—Lions show courtship by following around their intended mate, biting, and pawing. Male lions will roar to make clear their intent. Lion courtship is fairly extended
He roared, pawing at your neck. You’ve noticed this pattern in behavior for a while now. He’s been following you around, asking if you’ll be talking to anyone else any time soon.
“Good,” he’d replied when you gave him a resounding ‘no’. “I’ll have you all to myself then.
What did he want? With no verbal answers from him you’d only been left with baseless speculation.
He bit your arm. He- he bit your arm.
And he seemed proud.
“Huh?”
Rather than apologize, or declare his intentions, or whatever, Leona stuck out his own arm, staring at your with darkened, narrowed eyes.
“I think it’s time we finally stopped playin’ around,” he said, leaning his face towards your own. “Seal the deal. Say what we’re both thinking.”
You blinked at him, owlish and trying quite desperately to figure out his intentions.
“…What are we both thinking, Leona-san?”
And suddenly, the coy sort of demeanor vanished, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation.
After a while, he spoke up.
“You seriously didn’t know this entire time?” He grumbled. What was he talking about.
“That’s why I’m asking,” you replied. “Please explain.”
But instead of explaining, he just huffed, pouting ever so slightly as he tossed your phone onto the bed.
“Tch. Figure it out yourself,” he said.
You just stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.
What the fuck.
I love how all of these characters can be super smart about things in their world, but seem to always forget that Yuu/reader is from ANOTHER WORLD! How the hell are we supposed to know your cultural/species specific mating and courting rituals!? Smack em upside the head and kiss them for being idiots.
Beach day | Bakugou x reader
tags : childish bakugou, established relationship, beach day, gn!reader, reader wants to chill, hyperactive bakugou
Katsuki at the beach was something else.
As big, mature and strong he wants to appear, your boyfriend cant seem to push his childish tendencies when he’s at the beach. You should just give up on the idea of relaxing on a nice sunny day because katsuki had other plans.
His peanut sized lil man brain needed to be entertained, because for him just sitting on a lounging chair under the sun was far from fun. So while you do just that, katsuki is sitting on the sand under the parasol he previously set up, legs spread around a hole he was digging for no reason other than to dig a hole.
However once he deemed the hole was deep enough for his pride, he filled it back up with sand, thus giving him nothing else to do other than to look at you with a scowl.
“ ‘s too hot” he complained, looking at you as if you could fix the temperature
katsuki makes me so domestic. like, just imagine him coming home all rough and battered from the day—scuff marks on his skin, his mask pulled up, brushing his hair back. a snarl paints his sharp features, a string of curses leaving his mouth like explosions.
and then he walks through the door, sees you tending to whatever you're doing, and he immediately melts. the scowl on his face disappears. he kicks off his boots and drags you into the shower with him, and you two nap the day away—not because he's tired, but because he knows you are, and he wants to be skin-to-skin with you, always.
ur leona fic is the best leona smut i've EVER read !!!
would u be open to writing one for jamil ? :0
THANK YOU!!
and yess actually someone requested a similar jamil one and it’s in the works as we speak 🫡
hello hello!! this is my first time in this acc, your leona fic showed up on my fic and oh my god, it's the best leona smutty fic i've ever read, really!! i feel like leona can be really soft and almost every fic portrays him as super hard yknow?? i really really liked it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) do you perhaps take requests with other twst characters??
awww thank you!! i agree so much like yes he can be rough around the edges but i think he would treat his gf as a queen lol
and yes! i take requests for other characters
hi there !! i stumbled upon your blog and i just read your recent leona writing…and omg my heart ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ it was SO SWEET thank you for sharing your writing with the world <33
AWW thank you so much 🥲 this means the world to me for real
AND YEAH i’ve been in a leona obsession lately, don’t know what’s come over me LOL but if you have any requests my inbox is always open!
royal treatment
leona kingscholar x reader smut
after a hectic week, you’re exhausted and missing your boyfriend. one late night text from him changes everything, and he’s ready to remind you just how much you mean to him, in every way possible.
warnings/tags: NSFW, established relationship, soft dom! leona, praise kink, worship kink, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), spit play, breeding kink, mating press, possessive behavior, aftercare
your shoes scuffed against the dirt trail as you trudged toward ramshackle dorm, each step heavier than the last. the moon hung low and silvery above night raven college, casting eerie shadows over the gnarled trees. it was late, too late for anyone to be wandering the grounds, but this had become your normal.
you sighed, breath visible in the chilly air. this week had been chaos. grim nearly set the alchemy lab on fire, ace and deuce dragged you into another disciplinary hearing, and crowley- bless his useless heart- had unloaded another week’s worth of chores onto your lap with that infuriating “it builds character” grin.
and through all of it you hadn’t seen your boyfriend, leona, once. not really.
a passing glance in the hallway. a gruff text that you didn’t have time to respond to until hours later. you were too busy. too needed. running yourself ragged like some glorified campus babysitter while your boyfriend lounged somewhere in savanaclaw, probably napping under the sun with no idea how badly you missed him.
your hand reached for ramshackle’s rusty doorknob, heart aching for rest- and maybe a bit of affection that hadn’t been possible all week.
that’s when your phone buzzed.
[leona:] Come to Savanaclaw.
no explanation. just a command.
you stood there for a second, half of you wanting to crawl into bed and pass out for the rest of the night, the other half already moving on instinct. you knew that tone- even in writing. he wasn’t just calling you over for company. this was different. he’d been quiet all week, letting you run around campus like a glorified errand girl. he hadn’t complained, hadn’t whined or dragged you away, hadn’t even sent his usual “you’re doing too much” texts.
this was his way of saying he’d had enough.
you didn’t even bother texting back. he wouldn’t need it. he’d know the second you stepped inside.
by the time you slipped through the savanaclaw mirror, your steps quickened. the dorm was dim inside, lit only by a few flickering orange lanterns. most of the students were asleep- except you knew exactly which room wouldn’t be.
you stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath before opening the door. you didn’t knock, you never had to.
inside, the room smelled like sun-warmed sheets, dry grass, and faint traces of something wild and rich and unmistakably leona. he was sprawled on the bed, shirtless, one arm beneath his head, the other resting lazily on his stomach. loose sleep pants clung low to his hips, his tail swaying in a slow and idle rhythm behind him. his eyes were low and heavy-lidded, but there was no teasing smile waiting for you. just a slow, unreadable stare that pinned you in place.
“shut the door.”
his voice was quiet. rough with sleep- or restraint.
you obeyed before you even realized you were moving, with a soft click of the latch echoing the stillness between you.
his piercing eyes stayed on you, unblinking. not predatory- something deeper. like he was trying to memorize the shape of you, standing there at his door in the dead of night with exhaustion hanging off your shoulders.
“c’mere, herbivore.”
you walked to him, slowly. not because you were unsure, but because something about the way he spoke made your chest ache. it wasn’t the usual lazy drawl he used when he wanted attention. it was quieter and rougher, like he’d been holding this in. like if he said too much, too fast, he’d crack.
when you reached the edge of the bed, he sat up- fluid and slow, all coiled strength and golden heat. his hand reached out, brushing your waist. then he looked up to you, his thumb grazing just under the hem of your shirt, not asking to take it off- just touching. just grounding himself in the feel of you.
“you’ve been running yourself to the ground,” he muttered. his hands rose to your hips, settling there like he was afraid you might tip over if he let go. “doing everyone’s job but your own. all that weight on your shoulders… and not a single dumbass thinks to carry it for you.”
he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to your stomach. one hand moved to the back of your thigh, the other pulling you closer by the curve of your hip. when he spoke again, it vibrated against your skin.
“let me take care of you tonight. no fightin’ me on it.” his voice was a low growl as his hands slid up your sides, warm and rough palms that somehow felt like they were tracing the very soul of you. his gaze was dark and hungry.
he gently guided you onto the bed with an unexpected slow care. his hands worked under your shirt, lifting it over your head, but he never rushed. never pulled you too quickly, even though the need in his eyes was unmistakable.
you could feel the heat radiating off him as you let him undress you. “leona…” you murmured softly, letting out a slow breath as you met his eyes. “i’ve missed you.” the words slipped out, your exhaustion from the week catching up with the overwhelming pull of his presence.
leona’s emerald eyes softened at that, his lips curling into something more tender than you’d expected. “yeah? been missin’ you, too.” he pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing a little heavier now as he let his hands roam over your skin. “been workin’ yourself too hard. not gonna let you keep going like this.”
you couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped as he kissed your collarbone, his lips gentle but insistent as he slowly worked his way down, exploring the bare skin beneath his fingers.
“let me make you feel good,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “don’t have to do a damn thing but let me.”
your fingers curled into the sheets as you tried to push aside the fatigue and let him, to let go like he was asking. you let your head fall back against the pillow, a shiver running through your body as his hands slid down your hips, gently guiding you closer to him. “you always know how to make me feel better.”
leona gave a low chuckle, his lips brushing over your neck as he kissed you there, slow and reverent. “that’s ‘cause you deserve to feel good. my pretty little herbivore, always takin’ care of everyone else.”
his lips found your shoulder, and this kiss felt like an anchor- soft and reassuring. his hands were slow and careful as he slid your pants down, lifting you just enough.
“i’ve got you,” he murmured against your skin.
you couldn’t help but let out a breath, your body already reacting to the slow, deliberate pace. “i trust you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but it felt like the most honest thing you could say.
leona’s eyes darkened, his chest pressing against yours as he kissed you deeply, almost hungrily now- but still in that caring way. “good,” he rumbled. “now let me show you just how much i need you.”
“you’re so damn beautiful,” he muttered, while his hands found the clasp of your bra. with a quick, practiced motion, he freed you from the fabric. his fingers traced the curves of your body, feeling the soft swell of your breasts before leaning down to press a kiss between them.
you gasped, arching your back just slightly as you felt his hands gently cup your breasts, squeezing softly, and you moaned at the sensation.
leona’s eyes locked onto you, his gaze dark with hunger and admiration, he lowered himself even further, his lips brushing over the soft flesh of your chest, tasting and worshipping each inch of you as if he couldn’t get enough. “you don’t know how much i’ve wanted this all week,” he whispered, voice thick with longing. “to have you, to take care of you like you deserve.”
his mouth found your nipple, teasing it with soft kisses before he finally wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently. you arched your chest further into him, your fingers threading into his hair as a shiver ran through you.
leona let out a soft groan, his grip tightening as he lavished attention to the other breast, his hands kneading and massaging, making you squirm beneath him in pleasure. “so fucking perfect,” he muttered against your skin.
you could feel the tension burning in your core, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. his lips moved between your breasts, trailing kisses along your skin as his hands slid lower, brushing against your stomach, teasing the waistband of your panties.
he pulled away just long enough to look down at you, his eyes heavy with desire. “tell me how you feel,” he demanded, his voice soft but firm. “i need to hear it.”
“feels so good,” you breathed, voice shaky. “so good, leona…”
a low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest at your answer. “yeah?” he murmured, lips brushing against your navel now. “i’m just gettin’ started, herbivore.”
his thumbs hooked under your panties, and he dragged them down slow like he wanted to savor the moment. like unwrapping something precious. he dropped them to the floor, then nudged your thighs apart, settling between them as if he belonged there. as if this was where he should be.
“been thinkin’ about this all week,” he muttered, voice thick with restraint. “thinkin’ about how sweet you’d taste when you’ve been workin’ yourself ragged.”
and then he leaned in, brushing his mouth against your inner thigh first- featherlight kisses that had your hips twitching. his tongue flicked out to taste the soft skin there, and you gasped, already breathless before he even touched where you needed him most.
when he finally kissed your clit, slow and deliberate, it made you jerk. he didn’t tease- not this time. he latched on gently with his lips and sucked, firm and controlled, like he was easing you into it.
you moaned, fingers fisting the sheets as your thighs tried to close on instinct. but his hands were already there, holding them open, thumbs stroking softly along your skin to calm you.
“sensitive little thing,” he murmured against you with a grin in his voice, kissing your clit again. “you always get like this when i haven’t touched you in a while.”
you whimpered in response, your hips arching, chasing the heat of his mouth. he licked a long, slow stripe up your folds, savoring the taste with a groan, before burying his face against you more firmly. his tongue worked in slow, practiced motions- deep, unhurried, worshipful.
and when he slid two fingers into you, it made your back arch off the mattress. he curled them just right, the pads of his fingers stroking that sweet, spongy spot with devastating precision as his mouth stayed glued to your clit, licking and sucking in rhythm with each thrust.
“that’s it,” he cooed between licks.
you cried out, legs trembling as your body tightened around his fingers, the pleasure already coiling fast in your belly. it was overwhelming how he touched you- so thorough, so attentive, like he didn’t want to miss a single reaction.
and all the while, he kept whispering praises between strokes of his tongue.
“tastin’ even sweeter than i remember…” he nipped at your clit.
“this cute little pussy missed me, huh?” he increased his pace.
“you always clench around my fingers like this?” his half-lidded eyes opened to peer up at you, taking in every reaction.
“that’s it baby… fall apart for me.”
the orgasm hit hard, sharp and blinding, your back arching off the bed as you cried out his name.
“leona-!”
but he didn’t stop.
even as your body trembled beneath him, even as your thighs shook and your muscles clenched around his fingers, he kept going. his tongue stayed firmly on your clit, flicking and sucking through every wave that rolled through you, dragging your high out mercilessly.
“that’s it,” he murmured against you, his voice like velvet and fire. “give it all to me.”
you whimpered, half-begging, half-moan, your hips twitching from the sensitivity. but his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, still stroking that tender spot while his mouth worked you over with maddening skill.
it was too much. too sharp. too good.
your legs instinctively tried to close again, but leona growled low in his throat and held them open with ease.
“nuh-uh,” he muttered, lips slick against your folds. “you don’t get to run now, herbivore. not after you’ve been makin’ me wait all week.”
you squirmed beneath him, your voice breaking. “leona- please, i can’t-”
he looked up at you, eyes heavy-lidded but warm, a smug softness in his smirk that made your stomach flutter.
“you can,” he said, kissing your inner thigh again before going right back to your swollen clit. “you’re gonna give me another. you’re not done yet.”
his tongue and fingers were relentless now, coaxing every bit of pleasure from your overstimulated pussy.
your voice cracked again as the pressure built, even sharper than before, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
“fuck- leona-”
“come on, sweetheart,” he whispered, lifting his head just enough to speak against your core. “give your lion one more. be my good girl.”
and with that- one firm flick of his tongue, one perfectly angled stroke of his fingers, you shattered again.
the second orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and overwhelming. you sobbed out his name as your vision blurred, your whole body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
“that’s it,” he growled softly, finally slowing his pace, though his fingers still stayed inside you, coaxing you through the aftershocks. “did so good for me.”
your chest heaved as you blinked through the haze, your body limp, dazed, and trembling under his hands. he gently withdrew his fingers, and you whimpered at the emptiness, even through the lingering sensitivity.
leona leaned up over you, licking his fingers clean in a way that made your core flutter all over again. then his hands braced on either side of your head as he hovered above you, his green eyes searching your face, softer now.
“you still with me?” he asked, like this part mattered most.
you gave him a shaky nod, your voice breathless. “yeah… yeah, i’m with you.”
his lips curved faintly. “good.” he kissed you deep and slow, letting you feel the way his body trembled now too. “need to be inside you, baby. need to feel you for real.”
you whimpered against his mouth, nodding, already reaching down to tug his boxers down. he helped you, shrugging them off with a low groan, his cock springing free- thick, flushed, and aching for you. he gripped it at the base, giving himself a slow stroke as he settled himself between your thighs, lining himself up.
“tell me you want this,” he said again, voice husky and firm.
“i want you,” you whispered, gazing up at him. “need you, leona.”
he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a shaky breath like he’d been holding it in for hours.
“that’s my girl.”
with one slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pushed in.
your breath caught, your nails digging into his arms as he filled you inch by inch- stretching you perfectly, deeply, until he was seated fully inside, his pelvis flush with yours.
a strained groan tore from his throat, and his head dropped to your shoulder as he stilled, just for a moment, trying to get a hold of himself.
“shit,” he breathed, “you feel like heaven…”
he kissed your collarbone, your jaw, your lips- soothing, adoring- as he began to move. slow, deep thrusts that made you feel every inch of him, the warmth of his body covering yours like a blanket, anchoring you to the bed.
“been wantin’ this all damn week,” he rasped into your ear. “thinkin’ about how tight you’d be… how pretty you’d sound when i finally got back inside you.”
you moaned, arms wrapped tight around his back, drawing him in even closer as your hips rolled to meet his rhythm.
“leona…”
“i got you,” he murmured, “gonna take care of you, baby. gonna make it all better.”
leona kept his pace steady, grinding his hips just right, hitting all the perfect spots with every roll of his body. his eyes were lidded but focused, devouring you with every flutter of your lashes, every broken moan you gave him in return.
“c’mon,” he whispered, brushing your hair back with one hand. “lemme feel you cum on me. you can do that for me, right?”
your breath hitched, the pressure in your core pulling tight, trembling.
“leona- ah, i’m-”
he kissed you hard just as your body snapped again, your orgasm crashing into you like a wave. you gasped into his mouth, nails raking down his back as your walls clenched around him, milking him with desperate need.
he didn’t stop, just growled- low and wrecked- then shifted.
in one fluid motion, he sat up on his knees and lifted your legs, folding them back near your chest. his hands gripped the back of your knees, locking you into place as he drove back into you in one deep and hungry thrust.
“fuck-” you whimpered, the new angle punching the breath out of your lungs.
“that’s it,” leona groaned, watching the way your tits bounced with every thrust, the way your eyes glazed from overstimulation. “gonna keep you like this… take all of me. just like that.”
your moans pitched higher, body already too sensitive- but it didn’t matter. not when he was looking at you like that. not when he was hitting so deep it felt like you could feel him in your stomach.
“you’re squeezin’ me so tight, pretty thing…” he growled, sweat beading on his brow. “like your body’s beggin’ me to fill you up.”
he bent over you, still pressing your legs back, mouth brushing against your jaw as he picked up the pace- harder now, rougher. the bed creaked beneath you, and you couldn’t focus on anything except him. the way he filled you so completely it blurred the edges of your thoughts.
leona’s gaze dropped to your lips, then your eyes, and something possessive flashed behind emerald.
“open up for me,” he rasped, his voice wrecked and low.
you obeyed without thinking, lips parting, tongue just barely peeking out in anticipation.
he leaned in, just enough to let a slow string of spit drip from his mouth to yours- hot, thick, deliberate. it landed on your tongue in a warm line, and you whimpered at the sheer intimacy of it, your body clenching around him.
leona watched you swallow it with a low, throaty groan, his eyes blazing.
“that’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours again, possessive and fond all at once. “takin’ everything i give you so good, herbivore.”
then he kissed you again- messy, breathless, claiming- before rutting back into you with renewed hunger.
“gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growled against your mouth. “you’re mine.”
your answer was a whimper, your fingers curling into the sheets as he drove deeper into you, like he was carving the feeling of him into your very core.
then his hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit. he rubbed it in firm circles, making your hips jerk beneath him.
“one more for me,” he murmured, voice fraying at the edges. “c’mon, sweet girl. wanna feel you fall apart while i fill you up.”
your body was trembling, toes curling, every nerve alive and singing. the overstimulation was too much and not enough, and the way he was looking down at you like you were something sacred, something his- shoved you toward the final edge.
“l-leona-!”
“i know,” he cooed, fingers moving faster now, his thrusts growing more desperate. “gonna make you mine. gonna put it so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
your orgasm hit like lightning- white hot and overwhelming. you cried out, thighs shaking as your walls clamped down around him, squeezing tight and relentless.
leona snarled as you pulsed around him, his rhythm faltering just once before he drove in deep, hips flush to yours, cock buried to the hilt.
“fuck- take it,” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he came with a shudder. “take all of it.”
you could feel the warmth of him flood inside you, thick and hot, his hips grinding lazily as if to make sure none of it went to waste. his fingers stayed on your clit, coaxing every last aftershock from you even as your body trembled beneath him.
his lips brushed against your cheek, panting. “that’s it, baby,” he whispered. “you did so fuckin’ good… all mine.”
you didn’t even remember when your legs were finally let go, only that the weight of leona collapsed beside you moments later- warm and solid, his arm sliding beneath your shoulders to pull you flush against his chest.
“easy now,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to your temple. his voice was rough, but the gentleness settled into your bones. “you still breathin’? need water?”
you managed a tired hum and a small shake of your head, your cheek resting against his shoulder. your body ached in the best way- every inch of you was humming with satisfaction.
leona’s palm smoothed over your back in lazy circles, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. you felt his tail curl around your leg loosely, more instinct than thought, and it made you smile sleepily.
“i love you…” you murmured, lips barely forming words.
he exhaled, the sound heavy but soft. “i know. i love you too.”
you felt the press of his lips- first to your hair, then your shoulder, then your cheek. a trail of kisses spoke louder than anything he could say aloud. his hands never left you, holding you securely, like he needed to keep feeling your warmth against him.
within minutes, your breathing slowed, evened out, your body fully relaxing in his arms. sleep pulled you under without resistance, safe and surrounded.
leona stayed awake a little longer, watching you. how peaceful you looked, no responsibilities dragging you down, no summons or tasks barking your name.
then he heard a buzz of your phone.
without moving much, he reached over and retrieved it from where it had fallen near the edge of the bed. the screen was lit with a message.
[crowley]: Need you in the main hall first thing in the morning- urgent errand. Sorry, prefect!
leona stared at it for a moment, green eyes narrowing.
“tch. not tonight.”
he swiped it away and deleted the message before you could ever see it.
