Tom Holland Is WoD

Henlo I'm just a smol piece of toast that is a fandom maniac

[ghosty-zero]

This took me two whole weeks to finish, phew, I'm so relieved I got this done

[lavender-teardroplettes]

The question is how do I turn a twinky emo into a dilf emo? 🤔

[aprettysillygoose]

Send me date everything requests PLEASE I NEED TO WRITE AGAIN. I WILL WRITE WHOLE FANFICS IF YOU ASK.

[saosinn]

i will take ANY and ALL smut u have for skips🙏i loved ur last work for him it was so yum🫶

skips crying while getting head.. dry humping while making out with skips.... mutual masturbation with skips..... skips overstimming reader...... skips overstimming himself cuz it's always 'one more'....... anyway more skips smut soon just for u nonnie. 😇 HEHEHDHJS can u guess who my fav is

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Clan, I require angst. How about reader x Tenna where at the end of the chapter reader jumps to take the hit from the knight to protect tenna. We are the ones who take the fall. ((All I ask is dont kill reader that would be too much for me lol))

Ough yes :(

Don't worry, I don't have the heart to kill them off.

Note: Reader is a Darkner who is also Tenna's partner and co-host of TV Time

....................

Working alongside Tenna had its ups and downs.

On one hand, you were both living it up within his studio in TV World, assisting him in his broadcasts and keeping the audience entertained day and night. And offstage, you were the only who looked over the reviews and helped keep him...relatively sane.

On the other hand, you never thought it would lead to you two meeting the Heroes of the Prophecy: Kris, whose family you and Tenna were familiar with--one that he was still heavily attached to--, Susie, a purple lizard monster who was tough as nails, and Ralsei: the Prince of the Dark himself, who didn't mind playing along with the game you had in store for them.

It was fun, at the start, although there was a moment where you worried for Lanino and Elnina's relationship, hoping that all of this wouldn't lead to you and Tenna having a falling out...

But something in him had changed. And not for the better.

His fixation on keeping the heroes playing became a series of guilt trips and a deep obsession with never letting the show end--even when the script clearly showed that it should've been over several credit scenes ago, and that the Grand Prize (which not even you knew about) should've already been in their hands.

It was supposed to be one round.

Then it turned into two.

And then he suddenly had the idea of a "bonus round" that you both have definitely never discussed before.

You knew something was off, as he would keep leaving in the middle of the board segments to take an "important call"--and there's a few times where you overheard him speaking to someone via his antennae. But every time you confronted him, he just said it was "business talk".

He tried convincing you that keeping the Lightners on his show would immensely help with the ratings and allow you both to stay "relevant"...but you had a feeling it wasn't about that at all.

It definitely had something to do with Kris, given how he hasn't quite gotten over the fact that their family had changed and grown, and they weren't giving him the reactions he hoped for with his games. He was desperate for their attention after not being watched for so long.

Of course you were sad about it too. You missed those good old days, but how could you convince him that this was wrong? That they would eventually have to leave and seal the Dark Fountain?

Skeptical, you decided to go to their side for a while, admitting that not even you knew what he was up to, much to Susie's surprise.

Unfortunately you'd soon find out when the Grand Prize was revealed to be none other than Kris' mother, Toriel.

That's when he caught you alongside them, feeling betrayed and convinced that you were going to abandon him just like everyone else in his life. So he forced you to watch him play his own twisted version of the third board: a fiery hellscape in a city where the quizzes were intense self-projections and the enemies were running from him.

It hurt to see him falling apart like this, especially when you're part of the reason he was hurting right now. You weren't supposed to go against him--the person you loved and wanted to share the stardom with. But it was for his own good. He had to realize these kids couldn't stay here forever.

Thanks to your combined ACTs, you were able to escape the stage and help the group free the Darkners from their contracts. You took charge, declaring yourself as the only boss of this world who was currently of sound mind, and they all listened to you.

A lot of them never really liked Tenna anyways, so recruiting them was easier than expected.

You did that while the trio went to confront him and rescue Toriel within the cold place.

But as snow began to infiltrate the deserted studio, and your people were losing compatibility with this world...you knew time was running out. You could only pray that they sealed the fountain soon.

Eventually, you headed through the abandoned R-Rated section, hearing the sounds of a battle taking place outside. You feared the worst as you quickened your pace.

As angry as you were with Tenna, you didn't wanna see him get hurt. He was your partner, after all. The love of your life.

But as you opened the door and stepped out into the snow-covered fields, there was nothing but silence...aside from the fountain's ever-flowing darkness.

There, you saw Susie talking to the now-shrunken CRT. Nobody appeared seriously maimed or injured, and it made you smile, relieved that the fight had been resolved peacefully. You tried to calm your nerves and wait for a chance to approach.

When Tenna saw you coming over, he looked up in surprise, his antennae upright for a moment...before they drooped upon him seeing the blank expression on your face.

You looked deeply disappointed in him.

And you had every right to be after what he did.

"Ah, [y/n]..." His screen flickered on. "Hello, my dear. My lovely co-star..my....my.....please don't be mad at me...I'm sorry for everything."

"I was mad, but...not anymore." Chuckling, you kneeled down and lowered your hand so he could grasp it with both arms, nuzzling against your palm. "I'm just glad you finally listened to these Lightners. I know how badly you miss those old days with Kris. Believe me...I do, too. But...it's not right to keep them here forever. They're on a mission, and we shouldn't keep them from that."

"Yes, I...I understand now." He nodded, a big grin on his face. "You know what Susie just said? She's gonna help me--help us--find a new home! We won't be forgotten!"

Your eyes widened in shock, before you glanced back at the purple lizard for confirmation, and she nodded. "Yeah. I told him he didn't have to take being thrown away. Kris and I are gonna ask around town. And we'll make sure you both stay together."

"Wow, Susie...you'd do that for us?" You were astonished. "That's-"

"Incredible!! Amazing!! No...it's MARVELOUS!!!"

Tenna suddenly grew back to his usual size, laughing as he swept you into a tight hug. You happily returned the gesture, relieved he was willing to accept her offer.

"I feel electric! I feel like a million bucks!! This...This must be what hope feels like! We should invent a HALL OF FAME just for her!!"

"But...you gotta give back Toriel." Susie bluntly cut in. "She's got people that need her, too."

"......"

Noticing his hesitancy, you let him go and sighed. "I think that's a fair trade. We gotta make this right."

"I...I understand!" He coughed nervously into his fist. "I know it's not what the Knight wants, but...." For a second, he seemed awfully tense, before perking up and grinning at the Delta Warriors. "Kris! Susie! Good contestants deserve a good prize! This way!"

He marched over to the Christmas Tree, and while you followed them, a troubling thought began to cross your mind...especially after noticing the way he cut himself off.

What did he mean by "not what the Knight wants"?

Since when did he make contact with them? Were they the one he was privately speaking to under the guise of "business calls"? Is that why he couldn't say anything to you about Toriel?

Why were you only hearing about this now?

Regardless, you decided not to question it, as he decided to release her from the ball per Susie's demand. Although she was still asleep through all of this, she was unharmed.

The trio looked on with smiles as Tenna beamed about him finally bringing "the family back together". He was so elated, so overjoyed...

But that's when you noticed someone appear behind him.

A familiar figure you hoped to never see.

That shadow entity clad in armor, raising up their blades to cleave right through him. To shatter this moment of happiness into oblivion.

Yet somehow you were faster, shoving him out of the way and intercepting the giant red slashes that have cut their way through the darkness.

In an instant, both of your arms were sliced off, falling into the snow on either side of you. And you gasped out in pain...before there was nothing but silence filling the air.

Tenna swiftly got off the ground, his expression nothing short of mortified as he saw you standing there with no arms. Sparks were flying and wires were exposed from where they've been cut. "[Y/n]...?" His voice was quiet, shaky.

He was still trying to process what happened.

"....I-I'm...fine. I..." Turning around slowly, everyone could see the deep gashing marks that tore through your body, exposing the mechanical parts from within--electronic components crackling and overheating. Your coughs sounded like static, but even still...you smiled at your partner. "D-Don't worry, Tenna-aa..I'm....I-"

Suddenly your body flopped to the ground, all systems going into shutdown.

"What the hell..?" Susie muttered at first, before her shock turned to complete outrage. "WHAT THE HELL?!! [Y/N]!!" With a tight grip on her axe, she, Ralsei, and Kris charged onwards to confront the newfound threat.

It was none other than the Roaring Knight.

The CRT fell to his knees, realizing that they have come for him after he disobeyed their orders. He broke their deal....and instead of being punished for it--you took the fall instead.

Why?

The distant shouts of Susie challenging the Knight and the clashing of blades and swords all became white noise to him, as he stayed by your side, panicking, crying, begging you to respond.

"N-No, no, no, no, no!! Please, god....N-Not you...ANYONE BUT YOU!!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME!! It....I-It should have been me." His hands violently shook as he tried to get you and himself out of the cold place, away from the chaotic battle happening not too far from him.

He didn't care if his ex-employees hated him still.

They would save you.

They had to. Needed to.

He couldn't bear to lose anybody else.

Not when you two were so close to freedom.

.........

Despite the Delta Warriors' best efforts, the Knight had overwhelmed them completely...yet allowed them to see another day.

But until Susie and Kris could get inside the shelter that they retreated to (and rescue Undyne, who somehow got pulled into this mess), they decided that the best thing to do right now was search for you back in TV World.

After sealing its Dark Fountain, they both got to work repairing your Light World counterpart with duct tape and a dream. It didn't seem like much, but with Toriel planning to throw you and Tenna away, they brought you to Castle Town to see how you were holding up.

Surprisingly, the blades didn't deal catastrophic damage to you, as you could clearly remember everything that happened before the Knight's attack.

But that didn't mean you were okay enough to start bouncing off the walls unlike your partner. You were still weak, and in some pain. So you were escorted to the infirmary that had just been built within Ralsei's castle, a Head Hathy guiding you to bed while her assistants ensured you were comfortable.

It didn't take long for Tenna to rush over there as soon as he learned you were alive, nearly crashing into an Ambyu-Lance who was just on their way out the door.

"Sorry! Sorry! How are they, doc??" He frantically asked, confused when the Cyber Darkner pointed their needle at him.

"Patient is stable. But needs their rest." They huffed. "Come back when-"

"He's the only exception, doctor. Thank you."

His antenna straightened up at the sound of your voice--which he hasn't heard since yesterday. And your arms were reattached to your body, looking like brand new.

The Ambyu-Lance allowed him to enter, closing the door behind them. And for a moment he just stood there.

You smiled tiredly, seeing that your beloved partner was okay. "Hi."

"H...Hi. I had a feeling you'd be here." Tenna walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. His fingers were already trembling as he curled them into his pants, wrinkling the fabric. "So...you're doing better?"

"Much better." You nodded, gently setting a hand over his own. But you frowned as you noticed his lower lip quivering, a few sniffles and whines escaping him. "Tenna? It's okay."

"....n-no, it's not. This....This was all my fault. [Y/n], I...I-I'm so....I...." With every other word spoken, he shrunk more and more. He was trying his hardest not to cry. To not break down. To not become so...glooby in front of you.

But you didn't want him to hide it anymore.

You could see that the guilt was absolutely killing him. Yet he still felt like he needed to put on an act, even now. You had to remind him that there's no audience watching or judging. No cameras were recording, and nobody but you two were present in this room.

Not Mike. Not Kris. Nobody.

"Oh, sweetheart.." You held your arms out to him. "Come here."

That's all it took. The softness and genuine concern in your voice--something he didn't think he'd ever hear again--was all it took for him to finally break.

His screen switched off, but tears were still leaking through as he wrapped his own arms around you. He pulled you against him as he sobbed into your shoulder, hiccupping, wailing, unapologetically letting out the pain that he's built up for far too long.

You rubbed his back, trying to helping him calm down. Eventually he became so small that he was sitting in your lap, something he's done in the past whenever he was sad.

"After how I treated you, after e-everything I've kept from you.....you risked your life for me. I'm so, so sorry...for being a selfish little-"

"I've already forgiven you, okay?" You interrupted. "You weren't being selfish, you were just...scared to lose the people you cared about. I know you didn't wanna hurt anybody. I know you didn't wanna hold anyone hostage. The Knight is to blame for all of this."

"...but I..I-I never told you what they said...what they promised me."

"I don't care about that anymore. All I care about right now is us...and that we're safe here."

Tenna sniffled, laying his head on your chest. "I hate being glooby. I never wanted you to see me like this." He shuddered, acting like he confessed to a war crime. "All glooby, inside a-and out...but we all get glooby sometimes, don't we? I can't be the only one!"

"...yes we do, darling. Now's an understandable time to feel glooby." You chuckled softly. "I felt glooby when I woke up here, thinking I'd never see you again. But...we're both okay now. I'm glad Susie kept her word and brought us back together."

"Yeah, she's...sh-she's a good kid. But....oh god, I...I let those kids fight that monster." His voice cracked with horrific realization, covering his face with his hands, trembling. "I should've stood up for them. I'm such a coward!!"

"Those kids are the Heroes. I'm sure they've handled far worse threats. And besides, you were helping me get out of there safely. You can't be in two places at once."

"....I know," he sighed.

"Susie stopped by earlier. Said she's not gonna rush to find us a new home until we're both feeling better. So...we might be here for a while. I know you wanna get out of-"

"No."

His firm tone surprised you.

"I'm...not going anywhere without you." He sat up to look at you, his screen back on, his sleeve wiping the tears away from his nonexistent eyes. "I'm not gonna lose you again. I....I just can't."

You simply nodded, giving him a gentle kiss. "You won't lose me."

"You promise...?"

"I promise."

It ached your heart to see his feelings bleeding out like this. His abandonment issues, his raging guilt, his relief that you're still alive with all your love for him intact...there wasn't any filter on him at the moment.

But this is what you wanted to see. You didn't want him to hide behind games and quizzes and funny one-liners anymore.

You wanted him to be open and honest with you.

Now? He's starting to realize he can do that. And no matter how emotional or "glooby" he may get, you'll still be right by his side.

Always.

[avocado-writing]

Astarion x Reader

Astarion x Mage Apprentice!Reader* & Pt2*

Mistaken Identity

heart, home*

chilly

Astarion x Rogue!Tav Headcanons

Astarion’s Pre-Cazador Love

Virgin!Reader Feeding*

Gentle Cuddles

Pampered

Scotophobia

Anchor

Fangless

Training*

Where He’d Take You In The City

although I was burning, you’re the only light*

Gale x Reader

Good Boy* & pt2

Karlach x Reader

Burn Heals*

Halsin x Reader

Sneaking Off*

Bred*

Wyll x Reader

Giving In & Part 2

Teasing*

Misc

Kiddo (Gortash & Reader, platonic)

Lists

Supportive Headcanons

Shy Reader Kisses

Reader Often Ignored

Short Reader

Ascended Fiend Raphael HCs*

Dirty Headcanons*

Socially Anxious Reader

Companions help Reader in Pain

Pregnancy & Parenthood Headcanons

Reader Waiting for Rejection

Reader Worried Nobody Would Want Them

Reader Wearing His Clothes

Roadtrip AU

Comforting Headcanons

Trouble Sleeping

Reader Who Hides Their Face & Female Companions

Reader Who Says They’re Glad They Met Him

Reader With Skin Condition

Reactions to Calling Companions Mummy/Daddy*

Reactions to Companions Calling You Mummy/Daddy*

Reactions to You Hiding an Injury

Reader Sad About Being Ignored

BG3 Men Reactions When You Tease Them*

Companions Realising They’re In Love With You Mid-Battle & Reverse

Companion Reactions to a Reader Who Can Change Sex

Modern AU Picnic in the Park

Bard!Reader Serenading Them

Reactions When You’re Self-Conscious About Your Laugh

Halsin & Astarion Realising You’re Strong

Reactions When They See You Self-Destructing

Birthday Celebrations*

When You Think Your Love Is Unrequited

Reactions When You Say Their Love Will Pass

Reactions To You Drinking The Elixir of the Colossus*

How Female Companions Go Down*

Reactions When You’re a Selkie

Reactions When You Become Dominant*

Companions Help You Get Fit

Rainy Day Cuddles

Reactions to a Reader Who Loves to Cook

BG3 Ladies & Breast Play*

Reactions to You Coming Out as Ace

BG3 Ladies’ Reaction to a New Facial Scar

Pregnancy Cravings

How the BG3 Ladies Cuddle

Companions Falling For You Mid-Performance

How the BG3 Ladies Talk in Bed

BG3 Men & Reader Who Can't Read

Reactions to Awkward Comforting

Saying You Love Them Mid-Argument

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How would you think the scions react to learning that after the final fight against Zenos in EW, the WoL had brought him back aswell for them to keep him alive, then when they also find out the reasoning behind it being that the WoL and Zenos are dating?

anon, this was a juicy one! i was immediately intrigued, then i thought... "what if they all found out at the SAME TIME?"

so that's what i wrote! enjoy! :D

characters featured: Thancred Waters, Urianger Augerelt, Y'shtola Rhul, Estinien Wyrmblood, G'raha Tia, Alphinaud & Alisaie Leveilleur, Zenos yae Galvus tags: angst, secret relationship, mention of violence/grievous injury, Endwalker spoilers!!!, gn!WoL word count: 1408

They’d really done it. Their unhinged plan — flying to the edge of the universe, bringing hope to the wellspring of despair — actually worked. When the starship landed, the sky was blue again, the sun shining bright and hot over the white-washed walls of Sharlayan. The Scions were heroes. And as such, they should have been celebrating their triumph. Or sleeping for a week. But, of course, they were doing neither.

Instead, they were crammed seven-deep into an infirmary waiting room, staring at walls and fidgeting as they waited for the Warrior of Light to emerge from one of the sick rooms. A fairly regular occurrence for them, with one exception. It was not the Warrior convalescing; it was the disgraced prince of Garlemald himself, Zenos viator Galvus. The fact that he swallowed the Mothercrystal’s power and hunted the Warrior to the edge of the universe was dramatic enough as it was, but the fact that the Warrior brought him back afterward? 

Bizarre. That was the unspoken consensus between the Scions. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, unwilling to assume but burning with curiosity all the same. As they pondered a day full of incomprehensible occurrences, the door to Room Two slid open, and the Warrior of Light emerged into the waiting room. Their comrade’s face was grimmer than befits a shard of Azem. The silence was a shell no one wished to break.

Finally, someone exhaled.

“Does he live?” Y’shtola asked, tone held taut. The Warrior merely nodded their head. “How severe are the injuries?”

“Fractured jaw,” the Warrior recited, eyes a little glazed. “One wrist and one leg are broken, and a few ribs, too. Internal bleeding. Bruises and cuts everywhere.”

“What happened out there?” Alphinaud exclaimed. He rose to his feet, and his sister followed, though her eyes were still cast to the floor. “I mean, we almost lost you, and then he teleported aboard, too, and–” 

“Zenos helped me,” the Warrior said suddenly. “We stopped the Song. Then we fought, and I… I couldn’t leave him there.”

Thancred and Urianger exchanged a look. The Warrior took another step into the room, not quite sure who to look at. A thousand emotions swirled through the Scions’ faces. 

“Listen,” Thancred said, “I trust your judgment. If you saw fit to bring him back, I can’t argue.”

“Neither can I,” G’raha interjected. He fidgeted slightly in his seat. “Though I admit I’m a little confused as to why.”

Alisaie crossed her arms. “Me, too,” she muttered. “He’s a real piece of work.”

“People can change,” the Warrior argued, tone verging on defensive. “Look at Yotsuyu. Look at Fordola.”

The Elezen girl twisted her lips, though she couldn’t argue the point. Her brother took a go at it, instead.

“But you just said he went up there to fight you again,” Alphinaud countered. “Clearly he has not grown out of his fascination with harming you.”

“He doesn’t want to harm me,” the Warrior said. “It… It wasn’t like that. He challenges me because I’m his only equal. The only person who could ever hope to be a match to him.”

“What are you saying, exactly?” G’raha asked, ears twitching. 

The Warrior hesitated. Cast their eyes around the room. A sea of faces stared back, all in various stages of bafflement. All faces the Warrior had come to know, love, and respect. They hung their head.

“I’m sorry,” they told the Scions. “I’ve been keeping a secret.” 

In an instant, the room went airless. 

“I beg your pardon?” Y’shtola demanded.

“What does that mean?” Alisaie shouted.

“Now, now,” Urianger said, stepping closer. “None of us have ever presumed to be privy to every facet of our comrade’s personal life. I am sure all of us have some intimate business we’d prefer not to air among ourselves. I cannot fault the Warrior for keeping their conversations with us work-related.”

“This is work-related,” Y’shtola shot back. “Zenos has been a thorn in our side for ages!”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” the Warrior said again. “But after that day in Garlemald, after Alisaie told him off, things changed. We talked. Came to understand each other.”

Thancred frowned. “Well, I guess if anyone could understand a guy like that, it might as well be you…” He trailed off, rubbing his chin.

“So you’ve been meeting with him in secret?” Alphinaud asked. The Warrior nodded.

“And what do you do on these rendezvous with the enemy?” Y’shtola pressed, even as Urianger lifted a brow at her tone.

The Warrior sighed. Memories flooded their mind. Soft nights in Ilsabard, splitting a loaf of rationed bread around the coals of a dying fire. Whispering into the crook of his neck as the sky turned pale.

“We just talked. Not about ‘work’ or anything like that — about life, and the past, and the future. He’s lonely. He wants to move on.”

“Tell that to the people left behind in the snow,” Alisaie snapped, and the Warrior winced, because she was right. 

His freedom wasn’t fair. For acts like his, there had to be consequences. They’d told Zenos as much the first time he showed up at their door. But he showed up again, and again, and the Warrior realized he had nowhere to go. No one to cling to. 

“He’ll atone,” the Warrior said, holding their chin high. “Just like the other architects of the war. I’ll make sure he does.”

“You speak as if you are his shepherd,” Y’shtola said.

When the Warrior did not deny it, the Scions went a little stiller. Another pause.

“Do you… care for him?” G’raha ventured. 

The Warrior’s composed facade cracked. 

“I do,” they confessed. Tears sprung to their eyes. “And I know Zenos has done a lot of bad, but so have I. I put down hordes of the tempered before there was treatment. They were innocent people. Victims. I held the dying in my arms as they told me their lives were less worthy than mine, like it was just that they died and I did not. And all of us who freed Doma and Ala Migho have Garlean blood on our hands. 

“Yes, our righteous cause prevailed, and we saved the star, but I find no peace in that knowledge. I find it only with him. Zenos was groomed for the purpose of destruction, just like I was. We merely served different masters. And now, we both find ourselves at the end of our tasks, with no instructions for our next move. Equally lost. Yes, he is impulsive, and aggressive, and arrogant, but the world isn’t ending anymore — there’s a tomorrow again. One where a man like him might grow and evolve. I have to give him the chance to see it.”

A stunned silence settled over the Scions. Alisaie’s brow knitted with astonishment; Y’shtola’s mouth fell into an ‘O’. The Warrior gritted their teeth, waiting for a wave of scolding, but it never came. Everyone’s faces softened, eyes glazed as if ruminating — everyone but Estinien. He hadn’t said a word in hours, but now the dragoon let out a low chuckle. A smirk graced his lips.

“Didn’t realize you had a thing for blondes,” Estinien said.

Thancred snorted, and with a series of eye rolls and giggles, the tension between the Scions loosened into something breathable. Somewhere deep in the Warrior’s chest, a knot came untied.

“Me, neither,” they replied, allowing themselves a half-smile.

Urianger stepped forward to lay a hand on their shoulder. “Tis plain to me that you have made up your mind,” he said gently. “And just as plain that you hold the prince dear to your heart.”

“Aye,” Y’shtola murmured. “I do not pretend to understand you, my friend, but… I can’t tell you who to love.”

The Warrior wiped their eyes with their sleeve, uttering a teary laugh. G’raha offered a handkerchief, then pulled them into an embrace.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said, so honest that it made the Warrior cry harder.

Alphinaud smiled to himself, already making a mental checklist of all the ways he could coordinate the prince’s reparation efforts with the Ilsabard Contingent’s. If utilized correctly and led by the Warrior, he thought, Zenos might well be a boon to the reconstruction. In fairness, he didn’t have very many fans left in the area… but that was a bridge to cross later. Right now, all the Warrior should worry about was recovery. Theirs, and their love’s, too.

[gabseyoo]

"Dancing with a stranger"

pairing: getō suguru x fem!reader | wc: 5,7k.

summary: you thought your night was ruined, but a handsome stranger came to prove otherwise.

warnings: switch!getō, switch!reader, pwp, alcohol use, kissing, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praising, spanking, some possessiveness, cum eating, kinda voyeurism, aftercare.

a/n: just me simping for this man and being a sucker for pwp.

“I shouldn't have come.” You told your friend on the phone as you drank the rest of your mojito in one gulp. “I'm such a fool.”

“Y/n, I told you it would be a bad idea to go.” Her voice sounds far away thanks to the loud music in the bar, so you got up to go to the hallway where the restrooms are. 

You ignored that there was a guy there typing on his phone and started talking: "I don't know why he invited me if he was going to be with his friends all the time."

"Wait, he left you alone?" You noticed the anger in her voice.

“Something like that. He's at another table with his friends and some English guys he just met. He didn't even invite me with them, he just said: «I'll be right back»” You wiped away a tear that was beginning to slide down your cheek. “It's been an hour.”

“Why don't you leave?” She asked so simply. And you had actually thought about it, but for some reason you couldn't do it. “I can order an Uber for you.”

“It's fine, just—fuck." You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes trying to organize your thoughts. "I'll ask him to drive me home, if he doesn't want to, I'll call you. Okay?"

“Y/n, wait, I don’t think that’s—” You cut the call, ignoring whatever she was going to say. 

You entered the bathroom, immediately finding your reflection in the large mirror. You looked amazing tonight, wearing a tight black leather skirt with a long sleeved top of the same color; combined with your favorite boots and a necklace he had given you. All for him. And here you are, holding back tears in the bathroom of a bar. 

Your boyfriend was an asshole. 

Dating him for over three years had been a challenge. The reason was pretty self-explanatory. 

Crying for him in the bathrooms seemed to be an indispensable part of your relationship at this point. But you always managed to go out and pretend nothing happened even though he noticed your reddish eyes. Then, when you were alone he would simply apologize and say it wouldn't happen again.

You hated yourself for being so dumb.

Tonight didn't look like it was going to be much different. When you came out of the bathroom after wiping your tears and giving yourself a touch-up, you noticed the one you called boyfriend with his arm over the shoulder of a girl, to whom he was whispering something in her ear. 

Well, that wasn't something new. 

You bit your cheek on the inside and sat back down on the stool by the counter, asking the bartender for a shot of tequila. 

“Make it two.” You heard a male voice at the same time as someone sat down next to you. 

You turned your face to find a handsome man with long hair, who was holding an unlit cigarette between his lips. 

“Does the smoke bother you?” He asked, pointing to the nicotine stick.

“A little.” The stranger smiled before removing the cigarette from his mouth to put it back in the box, which as far as you could tell was almost empty.

“Are you having a good night?” He asked, although the answer seemed pretty obvious because of your face. 

“No.” You admitted, at the same time, the bartender was pouring two shots of Don Julio in front of you. “Thank you.”

“May I know why?” He raised his glass and held it out to you, waiting for you to clink it with yours. You did so only to seconds later drink it all in one gulp, ignoring the familiar burning in your throat you motioned to the bartender to pour another. 

"I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend." You decided to tell him, because one, he was a stranger; and two, you didn't give a shit anymore. 

"And where is he?" 

"Over there." You pointed with a nod to a table full of guys and girls at the other end. "The one in the blue shirt."

The man looked in the direction, and frowned as he noticed that the said boyfriend seemed to be busy whispering things in another girl's ear. 

“Really?” He questioned, letting the bartender pour him another shot as well. “That's, pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah. I know.” You sighed before clinking your glass with the stranger's once more and drinking the colorless liquid. “But that’s life.” You said sarcastically.

You rested your head on your hand and looked carefully at the man from his face to his body, he could be your age or maybe a few years older. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with some buttons undone showing part of his chest, you could see part of what looked like a tattoo showing through, there were other designs on his left arm. You also noticed that he had part of his hair tied in a bun. 

Well, he's attractive.

He stared into your eyes and licked his lips as if he was about to say something, but he just clicked his tongue and kept silent. 

"What were you going to say?" You asked raising an eyebrow. 

"I don't know if what I want to say is inappropriate." He replied smiling, now him pointing to the bartender the empty glasses. 

"Just say it, I don't think it's anything I don't already know." You encouraged him as more Don Julio was poured. 

"Well, I think your so-called boyfriend is a jerk." 

You laughed, yes, he said what you figured he was going to say. 

"Like I told you, it's nothing I don't already know." 

"And—" He continued, "That you're too pretty to be out here alone crying over him."

"I'm not crying." You replied trying to put aside his praise. 

"You were, it shows in your eyes." You opened your eyes a little shocked, starting to feel a little embarrassed, but you bit your lip trying not to let it show. 

"Is that why you came to sit with me? Pity?" You questioned trying to sound sarcastic.

"Nah. I'd already had my eye on you since I arrived, honestly, I thought you were alone." 

His eye on you? Since he arrived? You tried not to blush as you let out a sigh. Ignoring his flirtatious comment, you took the glass and clinked it with his again before drinking. 

"I'm Getou Suguru, by the way." He introduced himself a second after setting the glass on the bar. 

After you told him your name, you started a conversation about your lives. Simple facts. What you did for a living, what college you attended, zodiac signs, and so on. He also told you that he came here with his friends, who were sitting at a table in the back, there was a girl with a mole under her eye and a white-haired boy who waved to you when you turned to the direction Getou had pointed. 

After almost an hour of conversation, Suguru realized that you deserved much more than an idiot like the man you were dating, who hadn't even bothered to look at you the whole time you were there. That's why, after taking a last sip of his Corona, he decided to ask why you were with someone like him. 

“Why?” You repeated, as if you were trying to find the answer to why you were still in that failed relationship. 

And actually, the answer was very clear, you had known it for a long time, but somehow you refused to see the reality. The reality where you had fallen out of love a long time ago, but you were so used to his presence, and maybe you were afraid of the unknown. The tears you kept shedding were empty, they just fell from your eyes to make you believe that you still felt something more than just frustration. Frustration because you wanted to feel something again that wasn't there anymore. 

“I think I was afraid to be alone.” You answered sincerely, “But now I think being alone is much better.”

You frowned after realizing what came out of your mouth.

“Wow, that sounded like something out of a John Green book.” You joked after a few seconds of silence to lighten the mood. 

“It was poetic.” He replied, making you giggle.

Then, something clicked in your mind. 

Had this beautiful stranger moved something inside you? Or why did you suddenly feel so angry? That fucker abandoned you and you were getting sentimental? Even spending one of the best quotes you could think of on him? 

You sighed in disbelief. How dare he?

“He's an asshole.” You mumbled, squeezing your knee with your hand. The black-haired man laughed, nodding his head. 

“So you're practically single now?” Suguru asked, putting his hand over yours causing your grip to suddenly loosen. 

You immediately understood his intentions by the way he looked at you and how little by little his face got closer to yours. 

You gulped before answering, “I can say yes.”

“That’s it.”

His lips met yours, beginning a slow, sensual kiss. You could taste the beer and tequila he had drunk earlier, making the experience even more unique. 

Geto growled as he intensified the kiss, not only were you beautiful, but you were also an incredible kisser. He felt like he found a jewel in that sports bar that he wanted to keep in his pocket forever.

Honestly, from the moment he arrived and looked at you sitting alone at the bar, he knew right then and there that he wanted you. It hadn't even been half an hour since Suguru had sat down when he decided he was going to talk to that pretty lady. He was about to get up from his table when he saw you go to the bathroom and come back minutes later with teary eyes, so he questioned whether it would be a good idea. 

It's clear what his decision was in the end, and there he was, sticking his tongue in your mouth. 

You broke away from him for air, analyzing his post-kiss face. His eyes had darkened, his lips were swollen and still glossy from saliva and your lip gloss, you had to stifle your desire to clench your thighs as you watched him run his tongue across his lips, tasting what was left on them. 

Fuck, that was hot. 

Getou tried to kiss you again, now more desperate, but you did your head backwards avoiding him. He laughed, clasping his hand over yours and pressed his forehead to yours. 

So you liked to play? Just as he had thought, a jewel. 

“Let’s leave” He whispered, his other hand slowly caressing your thigh above your skirt.

“Huh?” You pretended you didn't hear it right. 

“Leave. With me.” He remarked his words, once again trying to kiss you, but his lips impacted with your ear as you turned your face away. 

Of course, you wanted to go with him, the devil on your shoulder was crying out for it. But the angel on the other, although its voice was far away, said that it was best to go home because he was a stranger. 

But that's what you liked, that he was a stranger. 

It's been a long time since you've done something like this. All thanks to being subjected to a relationship you no longer wanted. 

For a moment, your eyes went to where your boyfriend was sitting. He was turning his back to you, so you could appreciate how he was caressing the other girl's back. Getou noticed and his eyes followed where yours had pointed, he clicked his tongue before bringing his mouth closer to your ear to whisper: 

“He doesn't care that you're here, he's whoring around with another girl, you should give him a taste of his own medicine.” 

“And where are we goin’?” You asked before looking him in the eye again. 

Suguru smirked and lightly bit your ear before answering, “To have a good night.”

“It better be.” You challenged him before you stood up. 

He did the same and rummaged through his pockets until he found his wallet. And even though you refused to let him pay for your drinks too, he did, and even paid for what his friends at their table had been drinking until now. You thought he did it as an apology for leaving without warning. 

You watched him grab his leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair before taking your hand to lead you out. 

When you were outside, you thought he would head for one of the cars outside, but you were surprised when he walked to where the motorcycles were parked and stopped in front of a black one, which looked very expensive and well maintained. 

“What? You don't like motorcycles?” He joked as he swung a leg over the bike to start it, the sound of the engine reaching your ears like a growl. 

This guy couldn't be hotter.

You cleared your throat before answering, “I'm wearing a skirt.”

His eyes admired your body up and down, you could feel the lust in them. He bit his lip and then smiled.

“You can wear my jacket.” 

He handed you the black fabric, and you nervously put it on. It was huge on you, well, it was impossible for it to fit you since his back was quite wide. But it was long enough to cover you when you got on the motorcycle. Suguru admired how well his clothes fit you, but all he wanted to do was rip them off once and for all. 

Before you could get your nice leg over the seat, his arm stopped you, you looked at him confused before noticing that he was giving you his helmet. You smiled before putting it on and finally getting into his vehicle. 

“Hold on tight.” 

You put your arms around his torso, pressing your chest against his back. Getou sighed heavily, he had never felt such an urgency to get home. 

“Ready?” He asked, patting your leg. 

“Of course I am.”

At that moment, you watched your so-called boyfriend walk out the bar holding his phone to his ear, at the same time, your phone started ringing in your purse. You didn't have to be a fortune-teller to know it was him calling you, maybe in panic after noticing or one of his friends told him you weren't there anymore. 

Suguru had to stifle his laughter as he looked at your boyfriend's face when he saw you on a motorcycle with another man. You looked at him too, but instead of feeling bad, you felt a lot of satisfaction. 

“Where the hell are you going?” He shouted in disbelief, “Y/n! Hey!”

You didn't respond, you simply raised your middle finger to him at the same time Getou started to drive away. 

Your, now ex-boyfriend, stood there with his mouth open and running his hands in his hair in frustration. Maybe realizing his mistakes, but poor him, it was too late. 

“So there's a bad girl inside you.” The long-haired one shouted once you were far enough.

“You just met me.” 

“I know.” He said as he stopped at a red light, “And I'm dying to get to know you more.”

The road consisted of Getou riding in silence, sometimes exceeding the speed limits, but you didn't mind in the least, in fact, it filled you with a dose of adrenaline and freedom that you had long wanted to feel. It was that same reason why he preferred to ride a motorcycle instead of his car, and besides, he looked incredibly cool. 

He began to slow down in front of a large building, and after waving to the guard, he let him pass into the underground parking lot.

“You live here?” You asked, although it was all too obvious. 

“Yep.” He turned off the engine while you took off your helmet, your hair was a mess, so you quickly ran your fingers through it trying to fix it. 

Suguru helped you to get off first and then he did it himself. But before you could say anything his lips were already on yours again, pushing you lightly against the motorcycle, you passed your left arm around his neck while the other one was still holding the helmet. 

His hands went down from your back until they slipped under your skirt, squeezing your ass and playing a little with the fabric of your underwear.  

“Let’s go before I end up fucking you here.” He murmured still with his lips on yours and giving you a light spank before guiding you to the elevator. 

Getou draped an arm over your shoulder as the elevator went up; and when the doors finally opened on his floor, he bent down to carry you over his shoulder and started walking down the hallway, ignoring an elderly couple who looked at you as if you were crazy. 

You laughed as he kept walking until he stopped in front of the last door. He gave you a little spank before reaching into his pocket for his key and unlocking the door. Once you were inside, he took the helmet and threw it on a couch, you couldn't really appreciate his house since he went straight into the room, but you swore you saw a fish tank. 

He dropped you on the bed and instantly got on top of you to kiss you, now his hands moving down to your breasts to squeeze them above the fabric of your shirt. But before going any further, an idea came to his mind, so he stood up suddenly leaving you confused. 

He took you by the arms to lift you up and change places, he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood facing him. 

“Strip for me.” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts while pushing you back a little to better appreciate you. “Come on, I wanna worship your body.”

You looked at him puzzled for a few moments before sighing for courage and taking a few more steps back to make sure he saw the whole of you. 

“That’s a good girl.” 

You started by taking off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing the edge of your shirt to slowly pull it up—trying to make a show—until you released your breasts only covered by the lace bra you were wearing.  

Getou couldn't help but get angry, that idiot had all this for himself and decided to waste you. He had just met you, but he knew he would treat you much better than that jerk. Even if it was just for one night.

You lowered the straps of your bra, freeing your arms and then lowered the cups, showing him your bare chest with your nipples erect from the cold air in the room. He groaned softly, appreciating every detail of your skin. He was watching you like a predator watching its prey. And admitting it, it made you feel somewhat empowered. 

Suguru could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, he was so hard it hurt. It had been a while since he had felt this way, was it the alcohol? The circumstances? You? Hell if he knew. 

“Keep it on.” He mumbled when you tried to take off your skirt.

You heeded his request and smiled flirtatiously at him, pulling up your skirt a little to reveal your underwear. You watched him caress his erection over his pants, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused as you noticed the size of it. 

You ran your fingers through the waistband of your panties playing a little to tease him; when you watched him squeeze his bulge tighter, you slowly pulled down the garment revealing your pretty pussy just for a few seconds before lowering your skirt again. 

When you took off the fabric completely, you threw it to him and he caught it with his free hand. He instantly caressed the lingerie with his fingers, smiling when he noticed a spot that was wet. 

“You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he watched you walk toward him. 

How long had it been since you heard a praise like that? Who knows. But it moved something inside you that made you feel euphoric. 

When you were within his reach, he tried to reach out his hands to cup your breasts, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, and just when he was about to complain, you spoke:

“Take them off.” You pointed your boots. 

A fucking jewel, he thought again. 

You thought he was just going to put his hands down and help you take them off. So you were surprised when he got down on one knee in front of you. One of his hands caressed from your thigh to where your boot began, then ran it down the back of your leg to bring your foot to rest on his knee and begin to unzip your pretty boots. He did it so slowly that it seemed like torture for both of you. Once he removed it completely, he put it aside and did the same with the other one, finishing with a kiss on your knee.

The way he looked up at you was an image you wanted to engrave in your head forever, there was no doubt about it. 

Suguru stood there, still looking at you as his hands again stroked from your ankles to your thighs. You moaned at the tingle it gave you. Not waiting any longer, he pulled up your skirt until he faced your cunt. 

You waited anxiously for what he was going to do. He began to kiss the flesh of your thighs with his eyes still connected to yours. Then, took one of your legs and swung it over his shoulder, your foot resting on the mattress of the bed behind him.

His mouth immediately went to your clit, flicking his tongue a few times before sucking on it. You threw your head back in pleasure, all the previous play had sensitized you. 

You pursed your lips as your breathing began to quicken. You didn't want to make too many noises, but girl, that's what Getou wanted. The noises. He wanted to hear you moan, cry and scream just for him. Fuck the neighbors. 

So he pressed his tongue harder and brought two of his fingers to your entrance, god you were soaking wet, to the point that he could slide his digits in without a problem. When you looked back at him, he winked at you before closing his eyes to enjoy your taste as if it were the best meal he ever had.

You brought one of your hands to his hair and pulled on the hair tie that held his bun to loosen it, his black locks falling over his shoulders. He smiled with his lips still pressed against your folds when you grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring him closer to you. Instinctively you began to move your hips back and forth, he let you ride his tongue as you pleased. 

Getou curled his fingers and you swore you saw stars. Your orgasm was near and you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your mouth, so you tried to bring your other hand to shut up, but he stopped it by holding your wrist. 

You were so fucking close, you cursed under your breath when he changed the pace of his tongue, rushing your climax until you reached the top of it. You let out a whimper as you cum in his mouth. He continued to lick your fluids until your breathing became a little controlled. 

“You look so pretty like this.” He gave a short kiss on your clit one more time before standing up, helping you put your trembling leg back on the ground. “I bet you'll look better when you're getting fucked.”

“Find out.” You managed to say. 

Suguru kissed you again, letting you taste your own juices, his hands went to your breasts and squeezed your nipples with his fingers before he turned you over and instructed you to sit on the bed. He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, allowing you to appreciate a dragon tattoo on his left pec that complemented the ones on his arm. He took off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. 

Getou’s body was well worked, you could notice the muscles in both his arms and legs effortlessly. But what had caught your attention the most was his back, god, it was so wide that all you wanted to do was run your hands, maybe your nails, all over it. 

If God exists, he surely looks like Suguru Getou. 

Once he was almost naked, he looked down at you and took your chin with his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth slightly. You were a fucking tease.  

“Take it out.” He ordered and you obeyed without a second thought. But first, you ran your hand over the fabric, caressing his bulge making him grunt through his teeth. 

When you finally pulled the cloth down and released his aching erection, you almost opened your mouth in shock at the sight of it. Not only was it big, but it was pretty. Without a doubt, he was completely blessed.

“It won't bite you.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fist around his girth to give himself some relief. 

You replaced his hand with yours, moving it up and down earning a groan from him; then, you lowered your head just enough to stick the tip into your mouth and circle it with your tongue. His hand went to your hair just as you did, but he took it in a ponytail to keep the strands from getting in the way. 

“Shit.” He cursed when you put it all in your mouth. 

When you started to move your head, combining the movements of your tongue with those of your hand, Getou for a moment thought again about what an asshole your boyfriend—now ex—was, you sucked dick like that and he still looked for other girls? No doubt he was someone who didn't know how to enjoy what he had in front of him. But Getou would. 

He threw his head back when your tongue went down to his balls and then ran his length. If you kept it up, he would cum soon, but he didn't want to yet, he still wanted to feel you around him. So he pulled your hair away from him, a line of saliva still connecting your lips to his red tip. 

“Pretty.” Getou hummed before he grabbed your legs and pulled them up making you gasp in surprise as your back met the sheets. 

You both felt so needy that you knew that once he put his cock inside you, you might lose control. 

Your legs rested on his shoulders while he leaned forward bending you in half, sliding his length through your folds before pushing in the tip. He grunted as he felt your greedy walls sucking him in, shit, your pussy was one of a kind. 

Getou pressed his forehead to yours as he started to move, he was getting drunk on pleasure, and you felt no different, you were doing your best not to close your eyes and moan like crazy, but he deepened his thrusts and practically forced you to let go and let out those precious sounds he wanted to hear. 

“There they are. And here I thought you weren’t a vocal.” 

Unexpectedly, your phone started ringing. You planned to ignore it, Getou too, but when it rang a second time, with annoyance, he reached into your bag, which had been left near the bed pillows, and pulled out your phone with the intention of turning it off. But when he saw the contact photo, a wicked smile appeared on his face. 

“Oh, it's Mr. Boyfriend.” He announced with a mocking tone. “You should answer, he's probably worried about you.”

“Ignore him.” You said as you dug your nails into his biceps when he pushed his hips harder. 

The call ended and immediately another one came up. Why did he call you just now? 

“Don't you wanna say hi?” He asked and without waiting for your answer, he slid his finger across the screen to accept the call. 

You didn't even stop him, too focused on how his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly. 

“Yes?” He answered by holding the phone to his ear and sitting on his calves to continue shoving himself into you as he saw the point where you two connected with clarity. 

Suddenly, he laughed as if he had been told a joke. “Calm down, she's here. Don't worry, she's in good hands.” He moved his hand to your neck, where he pressed it with just enough force to cut off some air, forcing a moan out of you.

“What are we doing?” He asked teasingly. “I’m fucking you out of her mind.”

He didn't bother to listen to the insults that the jerk was going to say because he hung up and turned off your phone to make sure that nothing else would disturb the best sex he had ever had in his life.

“That was—” You tried to speak, but your words were lost in the air as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. 

He chuckled before saying, “I meant it. You won't even remember his name when I'm done with you.”

A feeling of possession came over him, for tonight, he would make sure you thought of nothing or no one else but him and his cock. 

Getou felt your necklace in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered that when you were at the bar you had told him that your boyfriend had given it to you. Well, you didn't need it anymore. So he ripped it off forcing the chain to break, and threw it somewhere in the room. 

The move had hurt you a little but you didn't say anything about it, you just looked at him with a frown of confusion at the random action. 

“I’ll buy you another.” He simply stated.

You didn't bother to ask if that was true or false since he moved his hand to your clit, where he began to make slow circles. He leaned over you again and tried to kiss you, but you only ended up gasping into each other's open mouths, since you felt your climax near once more. 

You tried to mumble that you were close and although the words couldn't come out clearly, he understood you perfectly. He moved his fingers faster letting you reach the peak of your pleasure for the second time tonight, he had to use all his mental strength to not cum right there when you squeezed his cock with your walls. 

He pulled out of you and stood up again to grab your hips and flipped you over. Your chest against the sheets and your feet touched the floor. He removed your skirt, which was rolled up from your hips and threw it behind him. Without giving you a break he slid back inside and spanked you before starting to move even deeper than before. 

He pressed his chest against your back, supporting himself with his forearms on the sides of your head. He placed his face on your neck, where he began to kiss and suck on your skin, with the purpose of leaving marks. 

“Like I thought, you look so much better when you're getting fucked.” He muttered in your ear, “I want to see this again.” And hell that he meant it, if it wasn't you who ended up calling him to see him again, it would be him.

He put two of his fingers in your mouth while he kept attacking your ears, your neck and your back with his lips. The stimulation was so much that you could feel a few tears begin to flow from your eyes. 

You knew he was close when the movements of his hips became more sloppy and the way his increased panting blessed your ears. You heard him curse several times as he chased his orgasm. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and stood up, pulling you by the hair to force you to your knees on the floor while with his other hand, he fisted his cock up and down. You understood quickly so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, waiting for it. 

He threw his head back as he came in a big load, his cum landing in your mouth and face. His grip on your hair tightened as he made sure he drained himself completely. 

When he was able to control his breathing, he looked at you again, appreciating your fucked-out face full of his seed. You swallowed everything that fell into your mouth and ran your tongue along the edge of your lips to lick as much as possible. The sight was too much for Suguru, it was too dirty but so hot at the same time. 

“Shit.” He mumbled as he began to caress your scalp. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Getou helped you stand up and instructed you to sit on the bed while he went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you. He sat down beside you and held your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he carefully ran the towel over your face. . 

“You wanna stay?” He asked, breaking the silence after tossing the towel into the laundry basket. “I don’t mind.”

After a moment of thought, you accepted his proposal with a nod and he smiled triumphantly. 

And there, as you stared at the ceiling lying on his bed, you still couldn't believe that your sad night had ended in the most mind-blowing sex of your life with a hot guy. You felt like a new woman. Even if it sounded exaggerated. You were grateful for the push this stranger had given you. 

At the same time, Suguru thought again that he would be crazy if a jewel like you was left in a one-night stand. For a moment, he was worried about waking up and not seeing you by his side, so before closing his eyes, he spoke: 

“So, can I have your number?”

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What Zenos Really Wanted...and How He Didn’t Realize It Until the End

When you think of Zenos, what words come to mind?  Blood-thirsty.  Banal.  Perhaps the Benedict Cumberbatch-version of Sherlock yelling, “Bored!” as he swings a sword repeatedly at the wall.  

When we see Zenos, his dialogue and actions often revolve around one thing:  battle.  But not just any battle - a worthy one, specifically with the only person who can match him…the Warrior of Light.

In Endwalker, we see this hunger for a rematch magnified as Zenos is willing to destroy his own country and countless people just to make the Warrior angry enough to put their focus on him instead of saving the world.

But what if this was a sign of something deeper?  What if it wasn’t really battle that Zenos wanted, deep down inside?

Throughout Endwalker, (and Stormblood, if we go back enough), Zenos makes us think that battle is all he cares for.  After all, he says it himself.  But as the Final Days arrive in Garlemald, and Zenos is about to leave after a near-spar with Jullus, Alisaie calls out to him - and calls him out on something unexpected.

Zenos pined for battle.  He destroyed Garlemald on a whim to get what he wanted.  He had power, that much was certain.  But Alisaie cuts deeper:

“Yet if you only pursue your hedonistic pleasures, and pay no heed to the plight of others, then no one will give you the time of day.  You will never get what you want - not even the battle you pine for so dearly.”

Her words carry a lot of weight.  She points out the obvious - that helping others connects you to community, and right now?  Zenos is alone.  Fandaniel is gone.  Varis is dead.  The Warrior of Light is too busy saving the world to pay him any attention.

But notice what Alisaie says in that last sentence - “You will never get what you want - not even the battle…”

She sees what others do not.  Zenos doesn’t just want battle - he wants companionship.  

“You’ll be alone for an eternity,” she reminds him, “and you’ll deserve every agonizing second of it.”

And how does Zenos react to her words?  For the first time, we see him visibly emotional.  His eyes narrow at her, and they’re locked in a mutual glare for a moment.  Zenos isn’t an emotional person - never has been - and yet, he stirs when she calls him out.

Later on, as the Warrior of Light and the Scions ready their journey to the edge of the Universe, we see Zenos again in Ala Mhigo where his last major battle with the Warrior had been.  He ponders what it was he looked for in them, and what the Warrior looked for in him.  

Alisaie’s words stuck with him.  He wonders what it is that connected him and the Warrior.  What was it that made them stand out to him above every other person he’d known?

We don’t get an answer, and perhaps the writers left it that way for us to fill in the blanks, depending on the story we have for our own Warriors of Light.  Were they connected to Zenos through a love of adventure and battle?  Or were they one who saw Zenos as the opposite of their heroic heart?

After arriving in Ultima Thule and aiding the Warrior in defeating the Endsinger, Zenos challenges the WoL to one final battle.  The battle he spent an expansion or two trying to get.  And after he’s defeated, and they’re both lying on the ground, unable to move after beating each other up so badly, Zenos begins to think about his life and choices.

Life was boring, he mused, and the interests people had were boring as well.  But in the midst of all the tedium, there were small moments here and there that made life exciting.  Moments that were gone too soon, he lamented.  And then he poses a question to the Warrior - “Was this life a gift…or a burden?  Did you find…fulfillment?”

We see the Warrior think back on their journey, from the starter lands to Norvrandt.  But at the end of the montage, we see the Warrior thinking of the Crystarium, as they helped bring back the night sky.  We see the Warrior thinking of the Scions.  Their friends, their companions, their family.

The Warrior’s fulfillment was in helping people and being with their friends.

Zenos doesn’t hear the Warrior answer, so he tries to offer one himself.  But after he says, “I…”, he stops, and says no more.

I could be wrong, but I wonder if he was about to answer his own question.  Did he find fulfillment?  No.  He did not.

And why didn’t he?

Because he thought he’d find his fulfillment in battle.  “The spark” he mentioned referred to that.  Life was boring, but battle made it exciting.  And yet, the moments never lasted.  They were over with as soon as they began, and it left him wanting more.

He thought the Warrior was like him.  Hungry for that spark that always seemed to be snuffed out as soon as it was lit.  It was what he saw in them, and what he figured they saw in him.

But as we saw with the Warrior’s thoughts, it wasn’t the case.  The Warrior had found their fulfillment, while Alisaie’s words for Zenos came to life.

He was alone because he lived for himself.  He never took the time for others, and now, as he laid on his deathbed at the edge of the universe, he finally realized the truth.  Living for himself left him empty.  The spark of battle never lasted.  And now, as he was about to die, he was reaching for the only hope he had left - the Warrior he called his only friend.

Battle was the spark, but people were the flame.  The warmth.  The fulfillment.  Just like loneliness and isolation exacerbated Hermes’ emptiness, it did the same for Zenos in the end.  And just as Alisaie said, he would be alone for an eternity.

How different could Zenos’ life had been had he took the time out for others?  How happier would he had lived had he helped people instead of destroyed them?

He and the Warrior could’ve been the closest of companions, a pair unstoppable, had he just realized what it was that he really wanted and needed in life.

But in his journey, he chose himself, and in the end, he never did get what he wanted, just like Alisaie said.

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lemme do a req rq 😎

can i request for a denki x gn!reader but reader uses tagalog terms a lot 😳👉👈

Kaminari Denki with a Filipino S/O

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Author's Note: The Filipino word autocorrected to Filipinx 😭🖐️ Requests are open loves!

This dude is clueless of what you're saying

He's just like the pikachu face meme 😀

Kaminari doesn't even try to understand what you're spouting at him in Tagalog.

He just hopes they're nice endearments <3

“Denki nakita mo ba yung gloves ko?” Denki have you seen my gloves?

“...?”

“...”

“...”

“My gloves, love.”

“Oh! I saw them laying on the kitchen counters.” He replied with a bashful smile.

protecc this dude at all costs

After a long day of spatting Tagalog curses at Bakugo — knowing he wouldn't be able to search them since he can't pronounce them perfectly, you let out a groan as you massaged your head.

“Ang init ng ulo ni Bakugo, akala mo plantsahan.” Bakugo's such a hothead, like an iron. You murmured, in a bare whisper knowing that if someone heard you you'll be blown into the moon.

“[Name], love are you talking about Bakugo?” Kaminari asked, sitting next to you on your dorm bed.

“No, I'm not talking about anyone.” You replied with a sigh, as Kaminari patted your back for comfort.

Then he had an idea! 💡

He wants to learn to speak Tagalog so you two could converse in your mother tongue.

someone give this guy an award

“It's magaling.” It's amazing.

“ma-m-maga-lin?” He babbled out as he really tried his best. “Was that close?”

“Yes, love.”

Kaminari really tries his best in learning to make you proud; even if his classmates laugh at his attempts.

Not that they even tried learning Tagalog 🙄🖐️

“Denki?”

“Mahal kita, [Name].” I love you, [Name].

CVJFKDIEJF that's so cute.

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[mha-princess]

Hello! I hope your day is going well! If it’s no trouble, may I request a part two to ‘wanting to touch their abs’ with Deku, Tamaki and Tokoyami? It’s fine if not, just wondering haha! -BlownByBakugou

Their reaction to their s/o wanting to touch their abs

Characters: Deku, Tamaki, and Tokoyami

This boy is so proud of how far his body has come

So please please I beg you touch this man

“Izuku, I have a question.” You say, your chin presses into his stomach as you lay on top of him

“Yes?” He responds, directing his attention to you.

“How long did it take you get these.” You lay your head on his stomach and let a finger trace over muscles on his stomach.

“Get what?” He questions, dumbfounded

“Your abs Izuku, your abs.” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I don’t really remember I think maybe two-.” You tune out his rambling and continue to trace over each individual muscle

“Can I take off your shirt?” You inquire. Deku smiles softly and shakes his head yes.

Almost too eagearly you strip him from his shirt. You then straddle his lap and let your hands roams freely. Taking in the sensation of every toned muscle.

Meanwhile Midoriya’s body was flushed, his skin almost maroon.

“I-if you don’t stop this’ll turn l-lewd.” He mumbles as he feels your hands trail lower.

You smirk, “I don’t think you’d be opposed to that Izuku.”

You highkey don’t even have to ask

He lets you do whatever you want to him

As long as it’s you, you can touch hun anywhere you want

“Tamaki did I leave my tooth brush over here last time?” You say, wandering towards the bathroom where your boyfriend was located.

Upon entering, you see Tamaki leaned over the sink brushing his teeth, his body glistening wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Did you hear me Tamaki?” The boy jumps a at your voice.

“Apparently not.” You giggle.

He rinses out his mouth before addressing you.

“Sorry. What did you say?” He questions, turning around to face you, his waist leaning against the countertop.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth, completely forgetting about the toothbrush. Tamaki notices the way your eyeing him and a blush immediately coats his face.

“Y-Y/N?” He quips, you don’t say anything rather you just move closer to him.

You then take a finger and trace the remaining water droplets on his soft and slender torso.

“Your so pretty, Tamaki.” He shys at your words. “Can I touch you?”

“I-if you don’t mind getting wet.” He whispers as you allow your hands to rub up and down his stomach.

Even though he’s quite reserved I think he loves physical touch

Especially when it’s from his lover

And most of the time hes the one who engages it

“Tokoyamiiiiii.” You coo, entering your boyfriends bedroom.

“Yes my love?” He responds setting his phone down beside him

“I’m bored.” You huff, laying beside him.

“And how I could help with that?” He says, turning over to face you.

You shrug, your hand fiddling bottom of his shirt.

“I feel like you might have something in mind.” He smirks lightly taking a hold of your wrist and sliding it up his shirt.

He stomach is toned and slim. You look at him and he urges you to feel him more.

“No reason for you to be shy, love we’ve done worse.”

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[gears-twisting-and-turning]

Headcanons if you don't mind?👉🏻👈🏻

(You mean, me in a nutshell? I gothcu. Also this is what happens when you give me a lot to work with, see how long this is? I can say I’m proud of myself)

So the second you move in you know that Kel and Hero would come over with some flowers to welcome you to the town, because they’re super friendly with everyone 

So they saw that you are about Kel’s age so especially Kel gets excited

The next day they come back to ask you to come and hangout

You aren’t really sure but you decide to come with them cause eh fuck it

That turned out to be interesting cause suddenly you have a lot of people around you

Like of course the main squad but also the scooter gang

Damn that was a bad idea

They were very inviting though and let you be your quiet self

Sunny and you bonded a lot with being the quiet kids

But that all stopped once you were comfortable with them

Cause after like a month of hanging out with them, they once again came to pick you up

Only for you to burst out of the door screaming “KEEP UP SLOW POKES”

“GOTTA GO FAST BITCHES”

You can say the surprise of the main squad was,,,incredibly big

But that was soon translated into other emotions

Kel started grinning like an idiot and started running after you

Aubrey kinda smirked and did the same

Sunny just gave a little smile

Basil just looked from where you came from and where you are now kind of shocked at how fast you were

And Hero just kinda gave a chuckling Mari the look of ‘not another one’

Because Mari is here, nothing bad happened. Idk what you are talking about, the group was just a bit too busy with other problems that’s all

The scooter gang fucking immediatly loved you and started quoting vines and memes with  you

I will tell you, the first time you did something stupid, which was trying to swing from a tree into the lake

Hero and Mari had a fucking heart attack

Everybody stared in shock to the water where you disappeared, before you came up with a laugh

“THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME”

You got a lecture to say the least

But they really love everything about hanging out with you

Even though it can be a heart attack at times

They love doing stuff with you cause it’s never boring

Don’t change, alright?

[nicos-incorrect-omori-quotes]

If Sunny wrote a song for everyone, this is what they’ll be called

Hero: Poem of Roses

Kel: Cactus’s Strength

Aubrey: Gladiolus’s Fight

Mari: Valley of Lilies

Basil: Sunny Flowers

The whole group: World’s Garden

[quirk-registration-office]

Time Bomb

Goal:

Sneak into Katsuki Bakugo’s room while he is asleep and remain inside as long as you dare without waking him up. Your turn ends when you exit the room or when Bakugo catches you.

Rules:

Don’t wake up Bakugo.

Seriously. Don’t wake up Bakugo.

First player of the round is known as the Risk Taker.

The loser of the previous round is known as the Sacrifice and must take their turn during Bakugo’s afternoon nap.

Each player is required to perform an Initializing and/or a Collection.

Initializing is the act of writing your initials on Bakugo (pen provided).

Collection is the act of taking physical evidence of tactile contact.

Plucking hair is not allowed. Take only hairs that have been shed on the pillow.

Nitroglycerin sweat will be ignited on player to validate.

The timer doesn’t start until the door closes behind you.

The timer stops the moment you open the door.

Don’t tell Tenya Iida.

Points:

10 seconds = 1 point

Risk Taker = 5 points

Initializing (foot) = 3 points

Initializing (arm) = 5 points

Initializing (hand) = 8 points

Initializing (face) = 10 points

Collection (hair) = 8 points

Collection (nitroglycerin sweat) = 20 points

Getting caught = -20 points

Waking Bakugo BUT he falls back to sleep = -10 points

No Initializing or Collection = -20% points

Winner:

Whoever has the most points by the end of the round wins. The prize is having next week’s chores divided amongst the rest of the players.

Loser:

Whoever first gets caught by Bakugo, otherwise whoever has the least points. The penalty is being the Sacrifice in the next game and a guaranteed explosion to the face.

Top Scores:

Eijirou Kirishima - 191 points

Fumikage Tokoyami - 184 points

Izuku Midoriya - 177 points

Honorable Mentions:

Kyoka Jirou - Lulled a groggy Bakugo back to sleep with a song. Successfully escaped.

Denki Kaminari & Mina Ashido - Collaborated on a comic strip that covered Bakugo’s arm up to his neck. Ashido successfully escaped. Kaminari did not.

Hitoshi Shinsou - Brainwashed Bakugo into Initializing himself and returning to sleep. Successfully escaped.

Disclaimer:

This game is played at your own risk.

This game is played with Bakugo’s full knowledge and consent.

An unlocked door is accepted as his consent.

[rhianihon]

I NEED A FANFIC OF THIS

[navy-flannel]

Being Shouta Aizawa's favorite student...

Aizawa never had a favorite student.

Most of the time he disliked his students.

But then when you got transferred to class 1-A his views changed.

You walked into class with dark under eyes, cat hair on your sweater and a protein pouch in your hand.

His favoritism started when you showed everyone your quirk. A Medusa-like quirk that turns people to stone for certain periods of time. But when you overused your quirk it caused a massive headache.

You had a "villinous" quirk, as many bullies told you.

He saw his younger self in you. small and tired

Next was when UA moved into the dorms.

"Aizawa-sensei, I have a question for you."

“Hm?” he grunted.

“So.. um," You sighed "well."

“Spit it out kid.”

“So since I'm moving into the dorms, my parents don’t really want to take care of my cat, Salem, so I was wondering if I could take her to the dorms.” Aizawa squinted at you... “Yeah that was a dumb question, sorry Mr. Aiza-”

“You can take her. Just make sure she doesn't cause trouble.”

You wipped your head to him, and grinned. “Thank you so much Aizawa-sensei!” You give him a quick hug and then scurred off to Ectoplasms' classroom.

The other students started to notice too.

He would always call on you if you had your hand raised, helped you with your homework when you had questions and praised you when you knew the answer.

“I’m telling you, Y/n, he actually seems to like you.” Denki said one day while you and the Bakusquad were walking to class.

“No Denki, I just actually listen in class.”

“They’ve got a point there.” Sero adds as the other laugh.

But it sealed the deal when you confessed to the class that you are staying in the dorms for Christmas break.

“What do you mean you're staying in the dorms?” Kirishima asked.

“I mean both of my parents are undercover in America, so what's the point in going home. Its not like they're gonna be there.”

“What are you going to do all alone?” Momo asked.

“I don’t know, probably gonna binge some Youtube with Luna.”

You were just about to leave class, when Aizawa stops you,

“Y/n wait…”

“Yes Mr, Aizawa what do you need?”

“Me and Mic are going to have the first Christmas with Eri this year, and both of us were wondering if you would like to be there.”

“W-wait, really?”

"Of course, we would love to have you."

You knocked on Aizawa’s front door, three wrapped presents in your hand.

The door swung open, a smiling Mic greeted you.

“Y/n, you're here! Welcome inside." He led you into the warm home. It was heavly decorated with Christimas decorations and the smell of a Chrismas dinner filled your nostrils.

“Y/N!!!” a high pitched voice yells. Eri runs into the hallway, a small Santa costume on her. we all know the outfit

“ERI!!!” You gently drop the presents, just as the young girl jumps into your arms.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas Eri.” You respond, a smile on your face.

“Hey kid,” Aizawa said as he walked into view, “I’m almost done with dinner, come join us.”

A/N any ideas for the next fic?

[judarus-deactivated20240419]

ATTRACTIVE THINGS TOKOYAMI DOES

ANON ASKED: attractive things tokoyami does? 👉👈 hope you’re doing well!

A/N: ty anon, u too!

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FANDOM: my hero academia | 僕のヒーローアカデミア

PAIRING: tokoyami fumikage/reader

FORMAT: headcanons, fluff 

tokoyami tokoyami tokoyami

where do i even start lmao

ceo of back hugs

like its his fave thing to just stalk up behind you and hug you from behind

and liked to nuzzle his beak in your neck for sure

when he’s wearing a necklace or chain or something

he’ll pull it from his neck with his thumb and fiddle with it kinda when he’s bored

likes to stare at you with low lidded eyes dont ask me why

leans on your shoulder a lot

absolutely will eat from your plate

and will laugh if you get all pouty

has or will get a tongue piercing 

will write you love letters

keeps things you like/need on hand for you

i.e gum, hair ties, chips etc

drapes his jacket on you whenever

like you don’t even have to be cold he just likes seeing you in his clothes

kisses your hand he’s a romantic like that

likes playing with you hair