#writingdump

౨ৎ do i make a full fic of this? selfish indulgent thoughts about…

𓂃 nsfw warning below

time-skip teacher izuku midoriya who likes to face-fuck you, because you teased him about doing so. his thighs clench at the feeling of you spluttering over his cock, saliva pouring down to the base and wetting his pubes.

it’s one of his favourite sex activities. he’d softly press his mushroom-shaped tip against your lips, pushing past them to drag it along your teeth.

izuku midoriya loves finding a way for you to stimulate yourself while taking him with your mouth. he’ll slot his foot right under your soaking cunt, encouraging you to fuck yourself on it.

he’s gasping out gentle, affectionate praises while you cry over his dick. your tongue tries to take all of him, but it’s just so so much.

izuku midoriya who has tried every deep throating position. he’s fucked you throat on your knees, 69-ing you, and even while hovering over your chest, balls slapping against your chin as he fucks through your tits, sliding into your mouth.

he loves how his dick in your mouth makes your brain go to mush. creased eyebrows and wide eyes taking him all in. he loves the way he’s trained your throat so well, moulding it into the shape of his pretty pink cock.

one day, izuku comes home from an exhausting day, frustrated. when he fucks your throat, his legs lock around your head, the heels of his feet pushing your head further down his cock. he manages, for the first time, to get his dick all the way inside, your pretty nose pressed right up against his pubes. he almost cums right then and there when be feels your throat tighten.

the smell of izuku after a long day has you strangely obsessed. you gurgle around him, gagging when he uses the heel of his foot to lock your face against his pelvis.

izuku would still look down at you with the kindest, more admirable eyes. face blooming red from the sight of your cheeks hallowed.

he’d see your face turn red and immediately pull you off, giving a few gentle pats to your cheek to ask if your okay. only to ease himself back in, and fuck your face with relentless thrusts, hips snapping up around your cheeks, bawls slapping underneath your chin.

each thrust is a gag from you, sloppy and gargled as he fucks against your uvula.

“g—gonna cum baby..”

he always warns you. for your sake, as partially as an indicator his hands are about to hold your cheeks so he can move your head to his frantic rhythm.

izuku’s moans are so pretty, light with the way whimpers your name. his brain blurs when he’s close to orgasming, foggy when the feeling in his stomach blossoms.

“s—so good for me, i love you so much..!” his legs stiffen when he gets closer to his orgasm. “i— f—fuck..! cumming..!” his words come out choked, high, broken and loud. he pushes your head back down, allll the way, nose against his bush, jaw stretched and tongue flat on the underside of his cock.

when he cums, it comes out in strong, excited spurts. his abs clench when you wiggle your tongue so no cum drips from your bottom lips, spluttering in the process.

there’s a silence, until he slowly pulls your head back. and he sees it. your face is red, and cum bursts from your nose, water falling onto his raging cock. your mouth heaves heavy, cum unswallowed.

a puddle of izuku’s cum, and your saliva pool around his v-line, and the silence holds. you’d glance up at him with those soft eyes, tears building up instinct.

afterwards, he’d give you the softest aftercare, eating you out if that’s what you want, hardening against his own overstimulation.

that’s when izuku realises he really loves deep throating and face fucking, because he has you right where he wants you ♡

After travelling from the seaside vistas of Alkan, the salty breeze was no longer an issue to me. The pirate legion debacle could have been avoided if I shut my damn mouth and not been tempted to scam them out of a completely bogus map. Barely made it out with my multiple personalities and my employer.

“You’re still salty about what happened back there?” my employer quipped, “you know if you knew that the map leads you to a pile of junk the local kids collected; Stal wouldn’t have gone berserk and overpower the entire legion to his and by proxy, your command, and we could’ve caught up to Frawn with the spare time.” He sighed, knowing the love of his life was at stake, I can see my hubris has failed me once again and now it's in this second life. No excuse could weasel me out of this one, might as well bite the bullet.

the song I listened to while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/track/6Rd4ep779v8CjlFVhaHrNX?si=9e5e99f2ddfe4320 (Banda Neira - Yang Patah Tumbuh, Yang Hilang Berganti)

Debu diatas gaun putih dan kulit yang panas dan kasar, angin berhembus lembut dan daun bergemerisik pelan di belakang, punggung sakit namun dengan nyaman bersandar di kulit kasar pohon.

Kereta yang berjalan cepat dan kumpulan manusia yang bergegas pergi, namun pergi lagi, sinar bulan dan sinar matahari yang masuk melalui jendela. Karpet di bawah telapak dan hijaunya alam. 

Lagu ini bagaikan segelas teh panas dan selimut halus di kala hujan turun pada malam hari, tubuh remuk akibat hari yang melelahkan. Bagaikan pelukan ibu dan teguran ayah, permen yang kakek belikan dan rumah nenek.

Lagu ini bagaikan pulang ke rumah yang sudah hilang, dan sekarang kamu harus mencari yang baru, tersesat di jalan pulang dan tak bisa kembali. Namun, nun jauh disana, dengungan lagu yang asing sekaligus familiar dan cahaya hangat mulai terasa.

The King was not a King.

He used to be a Boy. 

He used to be a Boy that liked to pick flowers and daydream about his future consort. He used to run around in the gardens and feed apples to the horses. He used to listen to the servants’ stories and he used to braid the village girls’ hair.

Now in his mind flowers and apples, horses and braids do not exist.

His ears are filled with his advisors’ talk, the villagers’ complaints and the nobles’ gossip. They are filled with demands of lower taxes, of marriage and of a nation.

His shoulders are heavy with the velvet, fur lined coat hand sewn by the best tailor of the kingdom, his head pounding with the weight of the golden crown and its numerous jewels.

The Boy has grown up and become a King.

He has forgotten peace and joy, sunlight and ale.

tw: he held her down by the wrists, blood, blade, pregnancy, violence, mentions of death/dying. (I tried to list as many things as I could, sorry if I missed any).

“No!” screamed a golden haired female, atop her head a crown of thorn and flowers with gold. “Mother, please, you don’t understand!”

The older woman whipped around, eyes blazing with hatred. “I do understand, but you don’t young lady.”

“No! Mother, mother please listen to me. It’s a mistake, mother. Nothing happened, I promise! Just please listen—“

“Enough! I gave you freedom young lady, and you betrayed my trust. You are to stay inside your room until the wedding.”

“Mother, no! The engagement was dissolved wasn’t it?”

“Not anymore. Now go.”

The golden haired lady tried to look back, but her mother’s hold on her hand was too strong and so she was dragged without a chance of goodbye.

#

Her cries echoed the room, a sound that became familiar to the maids and servants of the house.

Until a knock on her window startled her, making her scramble backwards with evident fear.

“Who- who’s there?! Show yourself!”

“It’s me, Percy.”

“Ha- hades? What, how!”

“Won’t you let me in, my angel?”

“Yes!”

And so she rushed forward to unlatch her window.

There in all his glory is her secret lover, Hades.

He’s wearing weathered down boots and his black hair looked darker than the night sky.

“Hades.”

“I’m here.”

“Hades!”

She ran into his embrace. “In the flesh, my angel.”

Right then and there she cried in his arms like a baby, words spiralling out of her mouth without limits, complaining and telling him her darkest secrets and deepest fears.

“I know have nothing but my name, but- if you’re willing,” Hades lets go of her and took something out of his pocket. A carved metal ring. “I’d like to give you my all, and all of me to you.”

Persephone cried again. But now they were happy tears.

As she nodded her head, she and hades scavenged the room and escaped by the window.

#

She and Hades had been living in the woods for some time now.

They weren’t flooded with wealth, but waking up beside him and having him give her every fibre of his being excites her more than any jewellery in the land.

Until he came with cuts and scratches, shoulder bleeding and burn marks visible.

“Hades!”

Worried, Persephone tried to help him in. But he pushed her away and from his pockets gave her a pouch.

“Hades…? What’s this?”

“Run. Say that I forced you, that I kidnapped you but never tell them the truth.”

“Hades, what’s going on?”

“My angel, please forgive me.”

Hades closed in, fading in and out of consciousness. His forehead against her burning.

“Hades!”

Then they heard shouts. Commotion. People.

They’d been found out.

“But how?”

“They are jealous of you.”

“What?”

“The women. You are beautiful. And I, a good looking young man who had nothing in his name left but to beg them for mercy refused them for you. They want us gone.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve listened!”

“Hush, angel. I’m the one who should be sorry. It’s fine if you hate me, angel, but as long as you’re safe and sound, I’m willing to bear your hatred.”

“Hades, what is—“

He answered with a growl, pulling on her hair and clashing his lips against her. He ripped her clothes apart with his bare hands and pulled his knife, giving her cuts and they started to bleed.

He slapped her, pulled on her and held her wrists down with his hands.

And Persephone hated it.

He had never been so rough, so why now?

Then the sounds was heard again.

From her own eyes blurred with tears she saw a tear rolling down his cheek.

But his smirk was as usual and the fire in his eyes blazed.

He clashed his lips onto hers again and bit.

Blood flowed.

Persephone screamed and cried.

“There! There’s the lady!”

He looked at them and cackled, displaying Persephone with her half torn outfit. “You think saving her now makes any difference? Hell, you bastards think killing me makes any?! Because it doesn’t-

He seethed so viciously, and Persephone trembled. She’s truly scared.

“Let her go or feel my blade!”

“Ha! Even the sharpest knife does not compare to her skin.” Drawled her lover, “Wouldn’t you like a try?”

“You bastard!”

They shot him and Persephone screamed.

His fingers squeezed her limbs comfortingly.

Ironic.

From his ragged breathing Persephone knows he’s running out of blood. And she knows he could die.

“You bastards can burn yourself alive for all I care!”

Then he dragged her inside, by the hair and whatever he could hold, and it wasn’t just for show.

She was hurting.

He held their gasoline and pours it.

“Hades, what?”

“There’s a secret tunnel. The one I told you? Leave.” His order was stern, but his eyes had tears rolling down. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t be there for our child, Persephone. I’m truly sorry.”

“You knew!”

“I was- I was trading for things our baby needs. Figured I’d stay by your side when you’re far along the pregnancy. But then this happens.

“Hades”

“Just know that I love you, with all my heart. Now go.”

Then pushed her.

“Hades!”

The boulder is too heavy, and she couldn’t climb up.

“You think you can save her?! Forget it! She’s mine. If I die, she dies!”

That day, both shared tears.

#

Persephone managed to walk quite a ways.

But she knew this pregnancy was bound to fail. The one he gave her before had been lost after all.

Persephone could get pregnant, but the baby will never survive.

She cries again.

There is a lake underground, she could see crystals and flutter of wings entered her ears.

She sat by the lake and cried again.

Immense pain crashed into her being and blood flowed.

She cried harder.

She’s lost another one, and now the only remainder of him is the pouch and rings.

But without him she does not want to live.

Without him everything loses its meaning, because he was the one who gave her life meaning and now he’s gone.

#

The guardians of the lake saw her crying and knew she lost a baby.

They entered her mind and saw her pain, felt it so strongly.

And they too, know Hades.

He saved one of theirs, a youngling and an entire brood from the other humans, all for the sake of having his journeys safe.

They admired him.

With the faeries you are bound to have infinite riches, wealth, influence, but the boy wanted nothing but safety for him and his lover.

They loved him for that, and the younger ones fought over him whenever he visited.

They felt indebted, and so it must be paid.

#

“What do you want young one?”

“?!”

“Have no fear, we mean you no harm.”

“… I know. He told me. You- you guys were guardians of nature. Makes it safe, abundant, helps the environment. Kind to those who appreciate and cruel to those who destroy. He said you guys were his saviors. And he told me how happy he was when he saw you guys. He was so glad, he told me—“

“Child, we will grant you one wish on behalf of the boy. What is it you want?”

“I want-I want us to be given a chance. Please.”

“Then it shall be done.”

#

Hades.

Persephone.

They crashed into each other in the hallways, friend grouped opposite of each other.

Simply entranced, their eyes locked.

They whispered each other’s names and the gap was closed, Hades pulled her to his embrace and she cried into his chest.

Then he left with her in his arms, a crowd behind them.

#

“Hades!”

“So long, my wife. So, so long my wait has been.”

“I’m sorry. I just-“ Percy gave a weak smile at her boyfriend. “I barely remembered anything and I figured I should go here- We promised we’d meet here didn’t we?”

His laughter was contagious, and she loved the sound of it. “Yes we did. By the edge of forest, we’d say. Our rendezvous.”

“I’m so happy.“

“I know. Are you far from home?”

“All the way from the east coast.”

“That is so far.”

“I know, right? How about you?”

“I’ve been saving up money for an apartment and a side job. I wanted to support you properly this time around.”

“You have an apartment already?!”

I’m spamming but I’ve been wanting to share these since no one but me would read them. 

The newly enrolled students knew to avoid the first door of the study room, and the dead last music room at the functional halls. Even then, they can’t help but steal glances and whisper about it in the corridors on their way to class, or the last few minutes before the lights are off.

The famed group of seniors are all sons and daughters of important figures in all fields imaginable; politics, business, entertainment, art, medic and more. All gathered in those two specific rooms, or the abandoned, nearly apart stone gazebo near the lake, just by the forest; hidden away from prying eyes behind its poisonous plants.

Few of their courageous friends had tried to go there when that exact group of senior were mostly away, and busy with their studies and tests. Their courageous friends however, failed and must return home to get proper medical help due to plant poisoning. Since then, no other tried to even look at it.

The famed group of seniors were very friendly towards them after the incident. They were all smiling and had twinkling eyes, sometimes breaking in a fit of laughter when they looked at certain people. It makes the unrelated people anxious, and they even got avoided by their own grade. They don’t seem to care though. They live in their own, impenetrable world.

♦

The dead last music room was the only room un-renovated due to the supporting structure upholding the other half of the building singlehandedly being its other wall. Thus, the principal let it be and allowed the students to use it as they wished. However, the original and only key to unlock the room was taken by a senior and the teachers couldn’t care enough to retrieve it because part of the entrance is already blocked off by a storage system storing the school’s musical needs and considered the room ‘abandoned’.

Everyone in the whole school had a wild guess which student took the key, and knew the music room is still used until today by the most famed group seniors that has ever graced the school. They all have got top marks in their grades, won championships be it academic or sports. Some if not more than half of them are part of the student council, and all of them has millions of followers on their social media (and real life too). At least one of them grew up in the spotlight, having cameras flashed at them their whole lives.

Today, those seniors could be seen making their way into the abandoned music room. They came in person, or group of several people, making small talk and conversing about mundane things like the weather or today’s assignments. Which is completely normal, but then they started their debate on morals, ethics, laws, economic crisis, political decisions, and people just remembered these famed seniors are too high on a pedestal they can’t reach.

♦

Inside the room is a genuine leather sofa, still shiny and clean with no defects. An old piano is pushed into the far right corner, and someone was sat on it. The wooden floor isn’t carpeted, but a fluffy rug was laid upon it, boys casually playing cards with their legs in a pretzel hold. On the left side, there’s a storage piece. All manner of things are inside, from an old kettle, to a law book, and a violin.

“It might be Stradivarius.” One of them joked, and the room was filled with giggle when the self-proclaimed musician walked up and stated, “It’s not made by Stradivarius, but one of his students. Even then, it’s quite expensive. If any of you has no motive to keep it, why not let me keep it?”

“And what are you gonna do with it?”                                                          

“Brag, duh?”

A rambunctious laughter echoed from the far right, a girl sat on top of the piano exaggeratedly covers her mouth with her hands. “Oh my, I’m so sorry if you feel offended.”

“Likewise, Chiara.” Before he took the violin and played a traditional Russian song the girl hated to the graves, effectively making her scream loudly.

“You jerk!”