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Princess.

I thought I posted this last night but guess not. Let's try again. Bakugou x reader princess au. here have it.

"Father you cannot do this to me." You seethe but he is the king, he can do as he wishes.

"This is what must be done to keep our family in charge. A prince of the lower kingdoms will be chosen to marry you, once they present themselves at the end of this month. I have one already in mind." He speaks as if you are dull, summoning his notebook from a nearby servant.

"Oh is that the only price we pay? One measly daughter?" Mother's eyes pierce into your skin, begging you not to anger your father.

"Your mother has blessed me with many sons, for that I am grateful that my lineage will remain here but to keep the peace I must share my genes with the lower kingdoms. Our genes produce strong quirks. Our family has ruled for several generations, this is what's best for the kingdom."

"No it's what's best for the King and his fragile ego." You spit, your father's eyes snap to you. He goes to stand but your mother places a hand on his forearm.

"Now Toben, you know she is spirited. She's never had the chance to learn to be a proper lady what with all her brothers." Mother tries for you, "I'm to blame for that."

"Far from." You feel your power call to you, growing thickly around you but you push it down as you think on your feet, "But since you are so blinded by my gender that you cannot even see that I am more powerful than your sons, more powerful than you. Then by all means give me to another kingdom, maybe they will be helpful in my revolt."

"Toben she knows not what she speaks!" Mother shouts but it's too late. Your Father has risen from his throne, heading straight for you.

Your father is no small man by any means, in fact he is far from it. He is true to his given war name, Toben the great bear as his stature suggests.

His bear paw clamps onto your chin raising you higher as he speaks. All the while you smirk a nasty smirk.

"You ungrateful brat. I was the one who allowed you to battle when you should have been studying how to he a proper woman. Instead you've sharpened both your blade and your tongue. Your only saving grace now is your face. You will study day and night on how to court a man and you will not speak at the ceremony until after it is over!" He yells in your face, his voice shakes the room and the guards in their boots. Your chin creaks under the pressure of his grip. You especially feel your power now, hear your new technique calling to you with every heart beat you feel in your Father's fingers.

But if you let your temper get the best of you now, if you do what you've always dreamed of he will kill you the second he can.

One must wait to reveal all of their cards.

"Careful Father." You say gripping his thick forearm, "You might break the merchandise."

You watch his eyes light aflame and it's all he has in him to control his own quirk. He could crush a man's skull with his bare hands, you should know you've witnessed it, up close and personal.

Personal enough for bone shrapnel to stick to your hair and face.

He huffs trying his damnedest to collect himself, being shown up and by his own daughter no less. Mother makes her way to your father.

"Toben..." She coos, her hands glowing golden, "She is still our little star light."

He fights his ragged breath until he feels calmer, dropping you to your knees.

You will make him mirror your dishonor soon enough.

Or so you tell yourself.

"I meant what I said Y/N." He speaks over his shoulder, clinging to your mother, "You will become a proper princess."

The days bleed into weeks as you study. But not what your father has told you too. Instead you do everything to practice your power and slicing with your small blade with ivory handle. The very same blade your Father first gave you.

Practicing even up to the last minute. Today is the fateful day, today you will become someone future bride.

They fucking wish.

A bunny hops across your path and like a cat you smile at your luck. You lift your eye brows and it stops, staring at you full on. Your fingers twitch by your side as its nose twitches.

"Y/N!" A shout from your mother, "We've been looking for you! Please I need you to cooperate!"

The bunny blinks before scurrying into its burrow, you slip your blade in the sleeves of your overly done dress.

Any woman who hasn't learned to fight would struggle with the weight of this dress. You fuss over your hair that is down freely instead of in its tightly bound braid.

"After twenty two years I would think you would have learned to listen by now!" Mother chides as you enter through the severants tent, "The princes will be arriving any moment. Please please be on your best behavior!"

You do not reply but curtsey to your mother, she smiles in response.

You know soon your mother will not be smiling so proudly at you soon enough.

You thank the Gods above that at the very least this court will be held outside, instead of the close knit throne room. The words you have with the princes, if any, will not be echoed along the intimate hall. You exit the tent, seeing your family lined up properly, mingling while Father waits to make his last minute appearance.

Your throne has been moved to a make shift dias to the side of Father so you can be displayed like the piece of meat you are.

Your brother's give you pitying looks as you pass.

"An honor." One mouths and you glare harshly.

"Do not announce me." You snarl at the Herald who bows at your wish. You watch what's supposed to be your people support this vile act. They would trade your happiness for theirs anyday. Some catch your movement and gasp at your beauty. It is true you are not in the public's eye often but that is mostly because of what you choose for attire.

Tight leather pants, a loose black tunic and hair tightly braided.

Never this gaudy golden dress that complements your skin or the kohl that emphasizes your smoldering eyes.

You want them to gasp at your power instead. Oh they will soon enough.

"Announcing Prince Todaroki of the Fire and Ice Isles." A young man with shining white hair with a patch of blood red enters. He has a scarlet scar over one if his heterochromatic eyes. He stands tall in his flowing white uniform as he approaches your dias, stepping only on the first step.

"Princess." He says with the bow of his head. You blink slowly at him, reading his stick straight body language. He seems cold, his every step calculated as he bows only his head again barely making eye contact before he stands before father.

"Announcing Prince Midoriya of the

Quirkless."

Another young man approaches, his eyes shine like any emerald as his hair is a deep oil spill black, sheened with hints of green. His uniform is far from flashy, just a black suit with golden buttons up the middle. His insignia embroidered in gold on his chest. He stays off of the dias, his lip quivers before he finally speaks.

"P..princess." He stutters bowing at the waist. Your eyes stare at him coldly as he speaks, "You...you look lovely."

After another moment his breathing hitches before he joins the hybrid.

"Announcing Prince Kirishima of Iwa mountain."

Ruby hair with matching gem eyes step bravely onto the second step of your perch. He is dressed in simple black leathers that look like scales, it takes you a moment to realize the black steal that is embedded into the leather. He gets to one knee grabbing onto your strong hand, giving a flirty sharp toothed smile.

"Princess it is an honor to be in the presence of your beauty." He presses his lips to your skin and it takes all your power not to knock his sweet smile clear of teeth.

"An honor you may never have again." You say sweetly though he does not miss the venom in your voice.

"Let us pray the God's smile on me today so I may have that beauty all to myself." He adds before rising, stepping beside the emerald boy.

"Announcing Prince Bakugou of the Badlands."

Ash blonde hair and blood red irises, he is unhappy by the looks of his scowl. His defined chest is exposed with nothing but a blood red vest topped with soft white fur. His ears gaged with jagged animals teeth and matching dyed necklaces. He too stands on the second step, you narrow your eyes, there is something about him you already don't like.

"Princess." He growls, "I'm only here for one thing."

"If it's to ensure that you sow your seed to a healthy woman look elsewhere I have a weak," You mock cough before adding "constitution."

You give your most off putting gaze but he just gives a deadly smile as he leans in close, close enough you can smell the sweet spices that cling to his skin.

"I'm not here to get my dick wet Princess." His smirk widens, "I'm here to show your old man what real power is."

You laugh aloud and the Prince stares at your before gritting your teeth.

"Good luck." You bite, leaning forward. He is one of the few who do not lean away once you get that deadly intense gaze in your eye.

"Prince Bakugo." A guard clears his throat, "The Great King awaits your audience."

He holds your gaze a moment more causing your guts to twist with odd emotions while his heart beat races.

"Tch." He steps down and joins the others.

"Welcome!" Toben's voice booms, "I am pleased to say that you all are the cream of the crop. Please demonstrate your power so that she may choose her groom."

You snort, choose as fucking if.

All the men demonstrate their power, a pissing contest really.

Todoroki flame and ice beautifully controlled, dance among one another.

Midoriya the first of the quirkless to gain a power, a strength that is seemingly unmatched.

Kirishima hardens his skin to crush boulders with his fists.

Finally the hot headed blonde creates a crater so large from his explosion that a cliff side collapses into the newly made valley.

Father takes a few moments as the Princes mingle with their people. Your eyes can't help but find the young blonde standing relaxed with his small group of guards. Murmurs carry over the field as the day drags on.

You feel the cool weight of the blade rest impatiently on your forearm, your heart races as your plan nears completion. All you need now is for father to tell you who the hell you're gonna marry.

As if reading your mind he approaches.

"I'm proud daughter. You've done well and all the crowd can talk about is your grace and beauty." He whispers, "I've picked the Price of the quirkless. He has potential, send me your first born son so I can raise him here."

'Sure I'll just pop him right out with no complications and fucking mail him to you.' Is what you want to say but instead you nod.

Father smiles making his way back to his throne. Your heart beats in your throat as as you stand but you do not show how nervous you are. Excited.

"I've made up my mind." You announce and the crowd goes utterly silent as every pair of eyes is on you.

You start pulling the blade from your sleeves, time slows as you focus on your quirk. Your Father, brothers and guards rush for you but you extend your left hand, calling to the familar cry of water in their veins. The stop in their tracks as you pull along their blood making them all kneel.

Including the King.

You hold eyes with your father as you bring the biting blade through your skin, from the top corner of your cheek bone, agonizingly slow over your cheek, to slicing part of your bottom lip. It flaps slightly as you speak with vigor, manic malice.

"Who wants to marry such a beautiful princess now?" A woman faints in the front row from the sight, all the princes have wide eyes, looking away once you make eye contact.

All but one crimson set that is undeniably glued to you with a wolfish grin on his face.

#fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine #Bakugou

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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can iiiii share thiiiiisss 😖😣 sanemi slapping pussy making us pee…..

shinazugawa sanemi x afab!reader.

tw; piss, pussy spanking or slapping - what u prefer. not revised!

★

"c'mon, do it ..." sanemi swears he was trying to speak as passionately as possible, with his nose pressed against the end of your ear, distributing kisses there,

he was between your legs, holding them open with his own thighs and body, one hand busy holding you close to him. the other busy in his folds, nimble and familiar fingers rubbing against each corner, the middle one teasing your piss hole that he had found.

he just wants you to get everything wet, he's asking for it, you can feel him straining right there as if he's impatient, sighing against you because he can't take any more hesitation. stepping back to see your face red with excitement and a bit of shame, lips pressed that he wants to eat. "why don't you do what i'm asking? "

he rubbed his fingers against your entrance, burying only the tips, looking into your eyes as he asked so, his cock was aching from waiting so long and you were moaning like this to him, squirming to get more contact and stimulation doesn't help.

shinazugawa would never forgive himself if you got hurt, of he did something bad to you, but he just couldn't fight his instincts, he couldn't help but lowly growl in your ear because he was so needy for it, he can't help but rub your folds kinda aggressively unintentionally, he can't help hearing you whimpering and clutching his arms.

slap!

oh he couldn't help but spank your pussy, seeing you scream such a beautiful moan, then running out of air just to whimper more to him, suddenly he wants more, and you can't blame him.

because you're enjoying it so much, taking your hands off him to grab the sheets while you spread more your legs just for it, trembling and moaning as your felt him hit your sensitive swollen clit, one slap, two, three- rolling eyes.

sanemi can feel his hand getting a bit wetter with each slap, smiling with satisfaction at how close he is to succeeding, stopping between times just to stroke your urethra and check it, so close to making you piss for him again. and you will, moaning as you slightly lift your hips for more."ngh, sanemi! "

a jet gushing out of you, making a mess on the bed and wetting everything, he can feel the warmth against his hand, so full of pleasure that he can't hold back a moan as he sticks to you even more, returning his hand to rub you just to feel it well. oh, you look so beautiful right now, he rubs against you because it hurts to be so hard.

and you keep with your legs open, your face red as red as his while he looks down so lustfully, breathing deeply against your cheek, you almost turn to kiss him, but his words are important. will shinazugawa thank you?

"do it on my cock."

he's very polite ok, a soft brute. hope u like it <3

btw he enjoyed it so much when you pissed on his cock the first time, and didn't say anything after that all day, at night he just tried to do you do it again.

#oh…. oh #😫😫😫😫#the last line tho #fic recs #author recs #not mine #Sanemi #tw:piss #trigger:piss

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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Someone who was willing to read between his lines, patient enough to understand his acts of service better than just his words....

This was lovely🥰

Always the jinx, but never the luck

feat. Sanemi Shinazugawa

What happens when someone like you got put away like a disease because demons never came close to your house? What happens when the wind hashira just lifts the secret around you and what he sees? Oh, it makes his heart clench tighter then he wants to admit.

Hello world, I literally just forgot to upload something 💀🤣 kinda thought we also can give love to our stormy, angry cute patootie Sanemi. Usually I‘m not a Sanemi girl but I do love how fierce he is. He deserves love 💀💖 so in this story you are the misfortune of your village Sanemi was called to. Simply because you survived a demon attack as child and demons didn’t come close to your home. So he will lift the secret and decides about your fate. Or more he wants you decide for yourself ✨

Have fun 💖💖💀

Warnings: Fluff, little angst

Wordcount: 5,6k

You were cursed, grotesque, and over all, people would die when they looked just a little too long at you.

At least this is what the villagers said about you; fate wasn't that kind to you and made you seen as a harbinger of doom as soon as someone walked by.

You lived in a village, it was indeed small, you were born when your home and the whole village had been under attack, the only one who was left alive from your family had been you.

You couldn't explain why you were left unharmed, especially since you were a newborn at that time.

But you were the official jinx in your village. Living on the border of it, alone in a small little cabin. Food had been brought a few meters from your cabin.

You were used to that treatment, yourself believing you were meant to be unlucky.

So lonely, and yet you never even dared to get too close. After all, you thought you could mean death for anyone else when interacting for too long. Not that anyone wanted to actually spend time with you.

But your loneliness was disturbed one day, to be exact.

Your village hired a hashira because your beloved home was under attack by some demons that always came out at night. People disappeared, you were the closest to the woods, but never the harmed.

Some of the people believed it was your fault, they talked about banishing you, of course without your knowledge. But they decided to have a different approach of the matter. A hashira would take care of that problem.

And well, maybe the root of it would be erased, at least this is what they hoped for.

So no one else would get to need to get their hands dirty or speak it out loud that you shouldn't be there.

You took a deep sigh. Seated by a window, it was night, and the moon shone brightly into the small window frame. The surroundings seemed calm, just like they always seemed to you. A silver flicker of the moonlight shone right onto your face before you heard a noise.

You always heard noises at night, especially since some demons found their way into the village.

One time, you even thought you would have seen a person standing in front of your home. Like a fast, shallow shadow before it disappeared.

It was never like you wouldn't be afraid. When you heard steps among your home, sometimes you lay there afraid. But not just because it could be a demon. Maybe more because of the fact you would do everyone a favor when a demon finally took you away. Just so everyone would see they were wrong.

Life wasn't kind to you, but at least you lived, right?

But all the righteous thoughts you had were trying to push back just so you would finally crawl into your small bed. At least, you wanted to. Tired feet slurping on the ground just seconds before you wanted to let your exhausted body fall in the soft fabric of the blanket. When a slicing noise was heard. Fast as the wind, one single slice before you heard a splatter of something liquid.

Your eyes widen by that noise, every motion stopped now.

A cold shudder ran down your spine, making you feel anxious just to think about what might happen right now.

But before you even could break your head about it, a loud bang against your door was heard. It was like you couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

Alone the fact someone knocked on your door? No one ever knocked on your door. At least no human, no villager. It must be a demon, it simply needed to be the case.

You swallowed thickly, trying to think.

"I know you're in there, open the fucking door, I don't have all night." You heard a voice, a raspy voice, rough on the edges and deep.

Your body flinched, as much as you didn't want to. You were sure whoever it was would come inside no matter if you went to the door or not.

With deliberate steps you went to your door and opened it, insecure and hesitant. Just a small gap, just to see who it might be.

The first instinct you had as you saw who it was, closing the door right now.

What did you see? Oh, scars, many scars, and eyes looking like a storm so intense, a flash of white hair and tall. No one you ever saw, no one from your village.

Could this be a demon? Could this be the one lurking around your home and finally wanting to take you?

You couldn't act, as fast as you wanted, how should you?

Not when the wind hashira invited himself in. A large, calloused hand grabbed the door frame to push it open. All your little defenses are gone now.

"The fuck, let me in, I already knocked. You can't expect more," he grunted, and you stumbled back.

"Who are you?" you asked, your eyes searching the ground. When he finally stepped in, at least you could see he was a man—no demon, a man. A really rough man, looking like he would have survived many things, looking anything but nice. But your eyes searched the ground because you were used to it.

One of the rules: never look into someone's face when talking.

He closed the door behind him with a loud shut, he did not look exhausted, at least not at all.

Well, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind hashira was the one taking care of the problem.

When he came to the village, no one really was fire and flame for him, but they indeed communicated with him about the "problem."

Telling him about demons lurking around, some women and men trying to sneak it in his mind that you may be the root of it.

"A girl on the border of the woods, she was never touched by a demon...she means misfortune, she means death. Everyone who had contact with her died, skin ripped from bones because of the brute she summons—the demons." This was what he heard about you.

The probably evil person.

He already made it clear, it isn't about killing humans, that demons can't be summoned like that. Not that he would know.

They annoyed him, indeed, they did, every single one of them. And yet he did not want that any child there would lose their parents, not because of the nasty bloodthirsty creatures that came out at night.

But when he saw you? You were—that was meant to be a bad omen? How they talked about a creepy girl in the cabin. Red eyes like a demon, and a smile that would make people bring a chill to their bones? You were a disappointment.

What you were? Just a startled, anxious girl, nearly fell backward when he entered. He tilted his head.

"So you are the jinx, huh? I would call that a big disappointment. I was promised I would see a red-eyed smirking face," he spoke, and this was the moment you shortly looked up. Hands folded over each other when you shook your head, so some of your hair fell in your face.

"No red eyes, but the jinx." The voice you spoke in carried a calm tone, kind of even sad. He took a deep sigh. All this just for a girl to live alone on the edge of the wood? He wasn't even required at all, not really.

"You killed something outside? Did the villagers send you to-" You wanted to ask if he was sent to take your life. This was the kinda sad reality.

"Killed that damn demon, lurking around the cabin. Some others are on the way up here. I am the wind hashira, from the demon slayer corps," he finally told you. When you heard that he was from the Demon Slayer Corps, your heart rate sank a little. At least not a bounty hunter, yet. But then it was true: the shadow you saw at night was a demon.

But as soon as you realized what danger he was in, what danger you brought to him, you seemed nervous.

"A demon slayer? In this house? You-you should leave. It's not safe here inside with me. I should stop even talking," you stuttered, looking anywhere but in his direction.

When he observed you, your tensed stature, the way you started kind of pacing and fumbling with your fingers. Hell, they really need to tell you, you were the problem. One of his eyes squeezed a little together.

"Whoa, stop running around like a damn rat. What fucking danger? You are not a demon, girl," he complained. He took a step closer, but as soon as he did, you stepped back.

The same move again, he comes closer, you step back.

Your delicate hands are shaking. You were nearly so afraid, as if he would be a demon.

As if he would have come to hurt you. But it was the other way around, you were afraid he would get hurt because of you.

"You don't understand it, people talk to me too long and they die. I-I should go out when you don't want to go," you mumbled, trying to slip besides him with no chance.

"Nuh uh, no adventures, jinx girl. You stay right here. All these people talk bullshit, you know that?" he said. Before you could even reach the door, a sneaky little thing you were, he grasped your waist.

And as soon as he touched you, every cell in your brain stopped working, tense and stiff by that contact. When you processed what he said, you turned your head just oh so slightly.

He couldn't be serious.

Since you were small you were the troublemaker, the problem, the fucking jinx of this village.

When you appeared, everyone's day was ruined.

When your name was spoken, everyone had the feeling, they might be cursed.

Even small children in your home saw you as a test of courage, who ever was brave enough to throw a stone against your house...

Although you never did anything wrong, not on purpose.

You were disliked because you survived, even when you did not know the reason.

"They have reasons to be afraid, as you should too." The reply came out of your mouth before he simply dragged you back where you had stood.

Why did a girl like you look so disappointed that you want yourself in danger, and not a hashira like him?

"Yeah, news flash - they talk crap as soon as they open their mouths about you." He talked, sounding rough, kind of as if he would tell a joke.

His posture is a little less tense now, but he was always guarded, when he took a step to the window.

Peaking outside still, there was another demon around, a reason why he didn't want you outside now.

Sanemi, not a man of much knowledge, but far from dumb. He already lifted the secret about your mysterious surviving when he came to the border of the woods. And it wasn't even a wonder, or some magic stuff going on—it was far more simple.

The people needed a scapegoat, needed someone they could blame for everything.

"They...they are weird, but they hired a hashira...that should mean something." the voice you spoke with so small now. He could even hear the pain in it, and it disturbed him.

"You don't even know what a hashira is, huh?" his voice, a little mocking before his eyes looked over at you again. Indeed, you didn't, you just knew about the demon slayer corps.

He rushed closer, and his calloused hand grabbed your chin. Not in the gentle way, more to make you look at him.

"Stop flinching around, and looking away. There is no damn reason for it. I won't die because I look at you. My hand won't fall from my wrist because I touch you. And I certainly won't die when I leave the house just because I was in your shy little presence." These words hit more like a punch, they stung so weirdly in your aching heart. You looked shocked, he could see it in those big, unknown doe eyes. The way you gasped when he grabbed your chin. Sanemi then could see how your lip started to tremble. He couldn't put it what it was, was it anxiety because of him?

Was it the reality that hit you? Was it the rough voice?

Maybe it was simply all at once.

"I don't know what a hashira is, I don't know a lot of things. I lived here since I can think. Alone. I was told it would be the best for all. The best for everyone." this soft voice, such an opposite of him. He let go of your face so you could turn your head away. He cracked his neck then, a move out of habit. It was a long night, and it was still not over.

"They made it themselves really easy. Too kind to let a child go to waste, but still cruel enough to leave it all by herself. Calling it jinx. Pathetic assholes, they would deserve a scare of a demon, a real one. Not the little gremlins fucking hiding in the trees," he grumbled, it was no justice. He figured everything out as soon as he saw why people assumed you were a jinx, why they thought you were cursed because you survived a demon attack and were spared.

"Why do you think I am not a jinx? There is nothing that could prove it," you were asking, trying to guess what he could mean. A smirk on his face popped up, mocking but not as unkind as it could seem.

"Now you are asking the right questions. Do you know what kind of trees grow around your house? The big tree, so high the leaves cover the roof?" It was obvious you didn't, not that this question ever would bother you. You always thought they were quite pretty, the violet shone they had. The calming effect you always thought they simply covered your home because it was like this.

"I call them lilac bumbles, no real name, but I liked the ring of it." You confessed, nearly a little sheepish, you could hear the grin that was plastered on his face for a short moment.

His feet ate the small distance up to you, he stood close. Broad, scarred chest, taking a deeper breath, heaving before he looked down at you.

Noticing the smell of you, you even smelled like this plant. Sweet, but not over the top, with a hint of honey and jasmine. You figured out how to make soap—even a little hair shampoo-like thing. You smelled like it because you used the plant, it grew over all this place here by the border.

He took a lock of your hair in his hand, feeling their silky soft texture, untangled them with his thumb. Before bringing it to his nose, just to be sure.

"You smell like it too," his voice lower now.

The reason you were never harmed simply was the fact that this house, this plant protected you. As a small baby, you and your family were attacked. While you had been sitting in this house, crying, demons would not come closer because the smell of the wisteria plant was too strong for them. Angry and furious they were, not to get the baby they had hoped for so much.

"Smell? I... I figured out how to use it, it smells nice. I just-" before you could talk any further nonsense, his eyes that always seemed so stormy went calm. Calm like a gust of wind on a hill, and sad like mourning from it.

"This plant is called Wisteria. The reason why demons don't come for you is, that they dislike this plant. They hate the smell of it. It is like poison to them. And these people in your village? Just too dumb to fucking notice it. Busy with their own rambling, giving a shit about people. Pretend to care, but only for themselves," he explained then, before letting go of your hair.

And when he said it...spoke out the reason, your face turned sad.

Not just the little disappointment, it went devastatingly sad. He was hahsira, he was from the corps. There was no reason that he lied, he was inside your house. It was a natural protection. You went to your bed and sat down, all those years you had spent here, wasted in loneliness and suffocating yourself with doubt about your existence.

Eyes already glassy.

"So... I am not the meaning of being a misfortune? I am a normal woman." It was not really a question to him, more to yourself. Fingers trembled slightly.

He was not really sure how to handle it, he was never a soft one for comfort. But he understood the gravity of it. He could relate to that, to the pain. He knows how you feel. Even when he did not show.

"They always just needed someone they could blame." There was a laugh in your voice, as if you couldn't believe it.

"They didn't know it either, but it's damn stupid to say you are a jinx just because the demons don't get you when they never even took an effort to understand it. Instead of searching for the reason, it was easier to blame you," he recalled, and you flinched as if his words stung.

"It's shit I get it. There is one more demon lurking around, when it wouldn't be my job to kill it, I would say they would deserve their fate." This was probably the most nice answer you could get from him. Still, it didn't make the weight from that betrayal any lighter.

"And what am I supposed to do? I- like do I stay here? Live with the people who don't even want me closer than a mile? This needs to be a joke, a whole joke." Your voice trembled as you looked into your lap. Your sight is blurry because of the tears that collected in your eyes.

You got pretty eyes, even when they were glassy now, but the moonlight shone in, and it made you kind of tragically beautiful.

The stormy man felt bad for you, his heart aching just a little. It was an injustice to someone who seemed too kind for it. And he could sing a song about bad things happening to people who don't deserve it.

"No joke, no little misunderstanding. This is your reality; you should get used to it," but when these words left his lips, it didn't come out as mockery, not at all.

Then you looked up, you looked caught between sadness and fury.

"Get used to it? And how am I supposed to do that? Some random, scarred man steps in my home and tells me I never was a jinx? Since I can think back, I was never something else!" These words tasted bitter on your tongue. You didn't have a purpose, a goal you wanted to reach, you tried to live by it. When you rose up and stepped closer, you seemed hesitant in your stature, usually you never got close to anyone.

"Life is a fucking mess, it throws things at you, whether you catch it or not. But that doesn't mean you can't change a thing now," he says seriously this time, maybe it was something kind of wise even.

"I can't do shit here, I lived in this cabin, I don't even know how to read, or what the world outside is." You excused yourself, too afraid to, even when you were angered. He wasn't a man for self-pity, absolutely not. A tilt of his head, and he looked down at your smaller frame.

"You can decide to rot away here, or you come down to the village in the morning. Let them see you exist. Scare them one fucking last time and leave this place. It's better than drowning in this useless self-pity you start throwing on, girl." When he said this, he stepped back to the door.

"I give you time until the sun rises." Sanemi spoke, opening the door, before he glanced back.

"And then I take you on my way back, see if you find anything where you want to stay." was the last raspy sentence before you were left alone.

He was kind of right; it sounded logical, but why did it still feel so wrong to you?

You were angry and sad, and suddenly everything you knew was gone.

It vanished right before your eyes when he told you why you were the misfortune, although it was never you, it never had been your fault.

On one side, you were pleased to know you were not different; on the other, a part of you still felt like you were doomed? After all, you only knew this, only being a jinx, not knowing anything of this world because you had the feeling it despised you.

But you, how could someone as kind and sweet as you be despised?

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The sun rose up, and well, you decided to come with the rough wind hashira. Hesitantly, you walked beside him. Nearly tripping over your feet when you moved over the mental border you had placed there.

He had finished the last demon that had been lurking around in the night. Now he was grumbly.

"Walk faster, we don't have all day. You don't have the need to trip over every stone in your way, have you?" he asked you, but it was not like his tempo would be increasing, he was patient even when not with words.

Your own speed went down when you saw the roofs of the village, you had long forgotten what they looked like. So hesitant that you stopped in your tracks. When Sanemi heard you didn't walk further, he turned around with a frustrated grunt.

"You have the chance to fuck them all up, and you decide to wait for a red carpet?" It sounded like a mock, but underneath lay the question. You kind of figured it out that Sanemi often said things that sounded... unkind, but he cared with his actions.

Then you shook your head, fumbled with your fingers. "They will be furious, what is when they get...physical? When they insult me? I mean, they already mock me." You mumbled your worries, his eyes met yours, only for a brief second before he stepped back to you.

Broad chest heaving as you slowly looked up to him. Finally seeing his face in the daylight. He looked indeed like a storm—all these scars, but it didn't make him any kind of scary. But the way his eyes looked, they held too much pain for a person his age.

"So this is all. What do you worry about?" the raspy voice asking you before his head turned toward the village.

"Not the only thing but the most present," you admitted shy, before you felt his large hands grabbing your elbow and pulling you with him, but not in a mean way.

When you would want to pull away from him, he would have let you. His grip was not too hard, just determined.

"Anyone who dares to mock or insult, or any other bullshit, is facing me. It's their own fault for being stupid, not yours. Get this in your head," he snorted before you finally walked with him, now a little more ready for the confrontation.

As soon as you were in the village, like in the center, and people started to see you, you could tell some let everything drop and hush inside. Others stared in your direction but never met your eyes.

"The jinx, is here!" There was a yell to be heard from someone. "Let them do their stuff, perhaps the old ladies drinking tea to calm their nerves, although I would grant them a heart attack, they talked so...arrogant about the devil on the border. They are the reason why I hoped for a pair of creepy red eyes!" This was his way to kind of...well, calm you. Talking to you, it kind of made you smile when he let out the comment about the old ladies.

But as soon as you two went straight toward the gate, people came closer. Calling you names.

When some guard then stepped in Sanemis way, the man didn't hesitate he pulled you right behind him. Physically separating you from the guard.

"You can't go with the misfortune on your leg. When she is outside, bad things will happen to everyone." Simple and straight, the guard told him the rules.

"Yeah, as if you would give a fuck about that," he snorted, hand on his katana.

"She is gone, so she isn't your problem anymore, isn't it what you wanted? Now back the fuck off. I killed your damn demons, so?" He was never a patient man you noticed that.

"They don't want to let me go." Your voice was so quiet behind him. For some reason, it made his heart clench.

"Nah, you go. One way or the other," he reassured you.

"Young men, you need to understand, she was the cause of all evil. Bringing her down made it just worse. We had hoped you would-" an elderly woman who dared to step just a tiny bit closer raised her voice, sounded calm, but the intention was ice-cold.

"Yeah, you had hoped for me to kill her. Doing your dirty work so none of you would have blood on their hands. It's a fucking joke. She is not a god-damn jinx, she never was. All of you were too stupid to fucking notice." Sanemi did not half things, he was totally in his element, going straight into an argument without the need to be calm or to show some fake politeness.

"She bewitched him, she is not just a misfortune!" The accusation was raised before you would even dare to open your mouth.

"I swear I did nothing. I just-" Sanemi shhd you, he was doing the talking for you. He said, so he would do it. After all, he made it clear they would face him.

"Bewitching? A jinx and a misfortune. You called for aid because of demons. I took care of them. You all seem never to explore further why she was always left unharmed. She lives in a bunch of Wisteria trees. It's growing everywhere there. Demons dislike-" So many people are now around you two; some more guard came walking to the scenery.

It made you feel small, caged, unlike before. Your feet shifted closer to his frame.

"Demons are what she summons!" an older guy interrupted Sanemi, and there it was over.

"Have I been done talking? No? Fuck out of the way, peasant! Demons can't be summoned, they can't be created by humans," he spit out. Katana had been drawn, just so people would make space while he grabbed your wrist.

"Demons dislike the wisteria plant, you would let her rot away up there. Isolated this woman for all her life, for something is not her fault. Just because you were too lazy to do an investigation. It's easier to blame someone, huh? It's over now, bastards. Say goodbye, girl. You never see this shit of a village again." Sanemi made his point clear—more than that, actually.

He took care, when no one else did, he took charge of you because it was just so unfair.

You were good, even when he just knew you from a talk at night. The way you fumbled with your fingers. How soft your voice sounded, how every word you spoke was laced in this cute tone. Maybe it was the way you looked at him—not scarred because of his scars or his attitude. Scared of yourself, you might bring him in danger with your presence. It was the concern he saw in you, you were more kind than any of the people you had lived with. Even when no kindness was brought to you. He wanted to keep that, that you keep it. Even when he now yelled at strangers, he was supposed to protect.

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The next days, when he actually traveled with you, he was gruff, no denying that. But you figured it out, slowly. But you did. He shared his food with you, he took breaks when he noticed you couldn't walk further. One time he even brought the patience up to teach you a little reading. Just the basics, though.

How you still squirmed when he leaned over you from behind, as he pointed to a written word, as he explained what it meant, slightly mocking but not meaning.

Things changed for you, especially when you were now working in the corps as a maid. Simple but demanding. And yet you did it willingly, people did not avoid you. Far the opposite, smiling at you. Even the Flame hashira complimenting you for your hard work.

Every time Sanemi was back from a mission, he was looking for you. He thought he was subtle, guess what? He wasn't.

You sometimes felt his hard eyes laying on you when you swept the floor. How his eyes lingered longer than necessary.

"How are you doing, little jinx?" a deep voice asked. He was the only one calling you that, everyone else used your name. You straightened your posture, before looking around.

"Ehm...great so far, I do my work, and I even tried to read the book, you gave me, not being through yet," you answered to him, gifting him with a sweet smile.

He swallowed, he mostly did that, like, why did you have an effect on him? Especially when he tried not to. He had given you a book—what he used to read to Genya when the world was at peace for Sanemi Shinazugawa. Reading was still hard for you, but you tried. You tried because he had shown you, sometimes he took his time, helping you with it. All underneath the sarcasm and mockery, he cared deeply. You always had been a jinx, but never the luck. Now it felt different.

"Although it is not even a thick one. Someone needs to keep up with their lessons," he said, stalking over now.

When he was close, you grew more nervous, you mostly did. Letting the broom fall. But before that dusty thing could hit the ground, he caught it.

"Careful..." His voice dropped just a little lower, simply because he was closer to you now. It made you shudder, and your eyes grew bigger.

"I am careful, you distracted me," you replied in an instant, bolder now when being confronted with him.

"I guess you put up with my shit...but you do good? I see it when you lie," he asked again, wanting an honest answer.

"You are bluffing, you can't see that," as if you really would state that. He tilted his head, looking irritated at you.

"Girl, when you lie, the tips of your ears go red," he pointed it out before he stroked back your hair, behind your ear. And this was the moment when something else went red. The heat in your cheeks is unmistakable. "Sanemi!" you called out his name and looked away. Well, this never happened when someone called out his name.

His eyes narrowed slightly, not because he was angry nahhh, you turned red. Calling his name as if he would embarrass you. He? The great wind hashira, who saved you from isolation.

"Ok, what the fuck happened? Now it is not your ears but your cheeks." He could listen to the groan when he said that, before you turned away.

"You are impossible." was the next you let out, trying to continue your sweeping.

"You have grown feisty, by the time you are here now. Just saying, it's frustrating." Sanemi meant before you felt his hand on your shoulder.

"Not feisty, you just make it hard sometimes." There it was again, your little murmur.

"What did you say, little jinx? What do I make harder?" he asked, leaning down to you, even when it was your back facing him.

"To not like you..." It slipped faster out of your mouth than you wanted, before you gasped, simply hoped he would mock it off like always. But he didn't, and this made you panic.

He stood there, breath on your ear. A girl, he took charge of, because she was caged by lovely wisteria plants. Believed she would be a big misfortune and never the luck.

But he couldn't deny how he liked it when her pretty eyes went all soft for him, as soon as he stepped into view. How she was nervous, how she started living just because he saved her.

Someone who was willing to read between his lines, patient enough to understand his acts of service better than just his words....

"Guess, you will be a pain in the ass when I tell you I tolerate your presence, just fine," was his answer, although it came out more loving than you were used to from him. You felt a brush of his lips on your cheek, so short that it might count as an accident. But not with Sanemi. Squeezing your shoulder, with his hand, before he retreated. As if he would need to calm down from a haze. It was awkward, but it was cute—in his way.

Making you feel the bloom in your chest, just because there might be a chance the stormy wind hashira would actually let you close...

#fic recs #author recs #not mine #Sanemi

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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enjin x reader - in sickness and in—

(enjin hates going to bed when you’re mad. the least he can do is get you off—even if you’re sulking the whole way through.)

warnings: afab!reader, gn pronouns, use of pet names, 2k words, PWP!!!!!!!!!!!

You refuse to look Enjin in the eye when he calls to you.

The acknowledgment is there—you’re in the room, you’ve halted your trivial slights and huffs, letting him voyeur your bedtime routine of rubbing lotion all over you body—even if you did sideswipe his attempt to pull you into his side for a brief kiss after dinner (which had Zanka in disbelief, Riyo giggling, and Rudo averting his eyes like the two of you were two big piles of steaming crap).

The fight was over something stupid, something petty, something to do with Rudo and whether or not he needed more or less babying.

(You had said he gets enough slack from everyone as it is, that Enjin doesn’t need to go out of his way to act as the kid’s personal assistant. Then, Enjin countered by claiming you were guilty of doing the same thing, and so you accused him of not taking you seriously, and so on and so forth until you both ran out of breath and examples.)

It wasn’t drastic by any means, more smart and nippy, still, you hate the way flippancy can still get the best of Enjin even between the two of you, his caliber as a giver sometimes overwhelming his natural (far from earned, really) charm. And when he uses that condescension to outwit you in a fight where your argument is equally as reasonable as his (or maybe, simply, just as dumb), you’re not so inclined to sit back and take it.

(In more serious spats, ones that feature more fight than fuss, and between you, more than mutual glowers and snitty remarks, he does make his mistakes up to you. In the dark, in between the heat of your bodies, he’s able to turn back into the charming man you fell in love with, the one who forsakes all others, one who can actually make you swoon in word and action alike. In the interim, however? He's not above pushing buttons. )

He gestures to you, watching the way you slow your digging through the dresser to stare at him from out of the corner of your eye.

You’re topless, as you sometimes are right before bed. Normally, you’re happy to call one of Enjin’s loose shirts pajamas, but tonight you’d rather spend the extra three minutes picking out something of your own to wear to bed, as petulant as that makes you look. A subtle dig you know won’t bother your handsome, sweet-mouthed schmooze of a boyfriend… but one he will definitely pick up on.

“We don’t have to talk,” he says from where he sits, perched on the edge of the bed as if to remind you of the fact he’s inescapable. “I hate going to bed when you’re mad at me, you know that.”

There it is, even though he technically started the fight by poking the bear that is wiping Rudo’s ass for him. Enjin is eager (always eager) to push the tension behind you (it’s taken you a long time to determine when he’s being genuine or not, even if most of the time, you’re sure his phrasing isn’t meant to blame but rather… highlight his unspoken surrender) without acknowledging his fault in the matter; it’s never him who’s mad at you, rather, vice versa, as proved by your clear attempts at withholding from him.

The bastard croons again. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” then he rubs it in for good measure. “Please.”

You roll your eyes, but approach him anyway. You can’t say you hate it when he calls you sweetheart, but he’s stingy with the endearment, often saving it for times like this; times when he’s wiggled his way under your skin and wants to feign his innocence in the matter of upsetting you. It’s not that he’s actually of the mind that he is free of blame, but… he’s always been the weasel of the both of you, thick-skinned (aside from his oddly distant, secretly-concerned attachment to abandoned children) and forbearing.

Enjin opens his legs wide enough for you to take your place between them, his big hands reaching to rest on the divots of your hips, and his chin lifting so that his eyes can shift from your bare chest to your face. His fingers tangle in the elastic of your sleep shorts, and he’s quick to roll the band over the soft curve of your ass until he has you stepping out of them entirely.

There are things you could say, slim and biting, or lewd and stout, but you decide to stay quiet. You’d much rather soak in the three seconds of his faux-pleading-turned-admiration than risk losing a losing potential orgasm, peeved as you are.

It’s always been an effort to be as forgiving as Enjin, especially in a place as tough as on the ground, where grudges do more to keep you safe than going soft on dimpled, butter-eyed boys… but you know Enjin could never hold your care for Rudo against you, even if it means he’ll get an earful tomorrow when he admits you’re right about needing to remember the little turd’s not a hapless kid anymore—

For now, you let your bodies do the talking, let his face find a place in your chest so he can press quick kisses to your sternum and suck little hickeys onto the innermost fat of your tits. For the first time since the spat, he’s fully absorbed in the moment, his eyes closed to focus in on his attention of you, whether as a deliberate distraction from his own feelings of guilt… or not. Sexually, he still manages to keep you at the forefront of his thoughts.

He pulls back, not after one kiss to your lips (which you return, delayed, to the corner of his) and puts two fingers in his mouth, taking the time to moisten each digit before sliding them down the front of your belly. He goes until they tickle the dusting of hair on your mons, when you’re quick to grab the sleeve of his t-shirt, bunching the fabric up in your fist as he reaches where you’re most doughy, soft, and admittedly needy, your body’s honesty betraying your mind’s annoyance.

He smirks when he notices the signs of wet and warmth, and you gasp softly when the pad of his finger presses into your clit. The tension in your loins wasn’t exactly unknown to you, but the throb of his touch has your stomach flexing regardless, even if this is far from the first time he’s explored you in this way.

“Enjin—“ you harsh, half whined through heated breath, half through your teeth at the nonchalance he displays; deliberately slow in finding rhythm against where you are most sensitive to his touch. He hushes you, leaning further into the moment by laving his tongue over a nipple, letting the softest part of your skin catch on his bite. The bud, already pert from exposure, tightens into something that stings from the cold when his mouth departs and returns elsewhere—reminiscent, again, of the effect of him.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he coos, nuzzling further into your breast, “‘don’t have to cry for me.”

Against your conscious will, you keen. His dedicated worship of your chest does nothing to stop the pad of his finger from starting to rub increasingly-restless little circles into your clit that change tempo as quick as he lifts and applies pressure (each switch of pace causing blood to rush to extremities you hadn’t realized had gone numb). Aided by the pull of his other arm keeping you close, your hands move to tangle in his hair and your torso arches forward as if to encourage the thorough attention. The only thing you can think, aside from the fact that you’re giving him the satisfaction of spitting out his name, is that you know it’d be less than an inch, would be less than one single breath of his, to slide his finger into where your sex flowers open entirely. As with most scenarios he puts you in, however, he enjoys his time toying with you more than he does leading you to any kind of rushed ending

As if in reward, your grip on his hair has grown tight, pulling it taut from his scalp, and Enjin is huffing right alongside you to keep up with the torment. He’s still smiling like the goon he is, but his satisfaction with the endeavor, his pleasure in pleasing you, builds right alongside your own to the point where it’s no longer simply a distraction but a desire.

His movements are skilled, ablaze with experience that’s now solely saved for you, in how he’s able to hold his wrist despite the rhythm of his fingers, and match the slender curve of his body with the arching tangle of yours.

You can barely stop yourself from shaking at the effort it takes you not to fold entirely, and you lean down to kiss him again, sloppy, unfocused, though he makes it easy in meeting you halfway. Your lips meet, and then meet again, and then open so your tongues can greet each other, this time, in kind rather than in argument.

“‘know I love you,” he mumbles in between your mouths, “right, sweetheart?”

You hum some type of affirmation, which has Enjin guiding your leg over his knee to open you up further and wider. He lets his thumb take over the attention of your clit, his middle fingers now sliding steady into your cunt—stretching, massaging, warming you from the inside out as the initial sting of adjustment blooms into pleasure. You can feel the way his lips tick up against yours at the receptiveness, the perfect ease with which you take to him inside you, reaching to where only he can reach with every slide in and then out again.

“Can you say it back?” he eats up your breath, thumb heavy on your clit, more harsh pressure now that he’s nudging that spot toward the front of your insides, winding something deep in your belly that’s desperate for relief. “‘wanna hear you say you love me.”

“Love you, Enjin,” you breathe, forgetting your anger, eager for your reward Even if you will resume annoyance post-climax, Enjin is thorough in making sure you’re satisfied regardless of the reason for trysts such as these, and the words egg him on to lay back, now pulling your hips to align fully over his hand. Your own slide from his face to his chest, streaking his pale skin with red where your nails rake the flesh.

With your hands resting on his navel, just like that, you come undone. A guttural moan rips from you, your pussy squeezing around him just as your sweat streaked thighs sandwich where he’s anchored his waist under you. Despite the pressure in your belly releasing like the cork off a bottle of champagne, knocking the wind right out of your sails, Enjin’s digits continue to dance between the seizing walls of your pussy, now gooey with your release that drips down his forearm. You're sure you can be heard through the walls of HQ, your labored whimpers and pants, but the concern is fleeting as you ride the aftershocks of him pulling and pushing out again, before sagging against him like a deflating balloon.

“That’s it, baby,” his voice is soft in your ear, milking your orgasm from lightning strikes of quick and tight bliss to soft and rolling aftershocks of satisfaction. His fingers slow but don’t stop, enjoying the final twitches of your pussy before he finally leaves you empty and cooling. “That’s it.”

Later, when all is said and done, your lotion reapplied and Enjin’s fingers sucked clean, you give him his goodnight kiss after all (even if you roll your eyes when he gives you that cheeky grin when you pull back, a glint in his eye when finally let him cuddle up to you in bed).

#I am a puddle on the floor #wahhhh this was so hot 😫😫😫😫#I’d never be able to stay mad at him #Enjin #fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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Enjin finding a tattoo on you that you never told him about getting. Part of me thinks this is one of those first hookup things, where he’s just surprised to find you … tatted up beneath your unrevealing clothing.

But then also… Enjin who you’ve been with for a while, and maybe you have tattoos already or maybe you don’t, but he shucks off your clothes one night (when it’s not fully dark or you’re too wrapped up in one another) and finds a new one hiding somewhere he’s never seen one before.

And he’s genuinely going a little silent, ceasing the speed of his kisses up your bare body to inspect the new ink, run his fingers over it, maybe even

And part of you gets nervous during this pause because maybe he’ll hate what he sees and regress back into a more… distant version of himself, one who tells you less and leaves you more. Or maybe he’ll think it’s too much, and be scared off entirely... So you lay there heaving, tethered to time it takes for him to decide how he feels, just waiting for his reaction…

Except it’s exactly the opposite; one of his signature grins splitting across his face, eyes going tender, and lips dipping to touch your (newly) inked skin softly. If anything, he's made even more excited by it, diving back in to the adoration of your body tenfold, as if to say, I love it. You're beautiful.

#I’m a MESS #I love this idea so much beautiful perfect ahhh #I’m all warm and fuzzy now #also imagine you find a fresh tattoo Enjin got for you??? I won’t survive

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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imagining the only time that nagi & reo compete for your attention is when it comes to playing with their hair…

both want your fingers trailing through their locks and massaging their scalp in the gentle way that you do it. nagi gets soooo pouty when he sees reo already resting his head across your lap while you twirl the purple locks in his bangs on your index and use the other hand to comb through reo’s hair in soothing motions. his mouth scrunches up in that signature ‘x’ frown until you giggle and motion for him to join the two of you.

reo will roll his eyes when he sees nagi burying his face into your neck and humming appreciative noises as you trace swirling patterns at the nape of his neck and hold onto the ivory hair at the top of nagi’s head with your other palm. you never spot the way reo locks eyes with nagi behind you and sticks his tongue out like a jilted child.

it’s so silly to see them both get worked up over something as trivial as playing with their hair when you do in fact have two working hands. what neither guy tells you is that the feeling of both your hands roaming through their tresses is a comfort that feels so nurturing, it heals the past ache each one feels from their earlier years. the ache of feeling untouchable, unknowable, inaccessible to common forms of physical affection.

your hands roaming through their hair eases the pain of being so alone all those years. until you found each other.

#I’m listening 👀

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kingkatsuki · 2 months ago

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Dizzying & Clarifying

18+ Minors Do Not Interact || endo x f!reader || wc: 1176

warnings: smoking (cigarettes), reader has poor mental health, self-destructive patterns from reader in the form of substance use and bad decisions, parenthesis indicates reader's inner thoughts (like this, for example), all characters are in mid-20's, mildly suggestive at the end

a/n: Sometimes the impulse-control vanishes, and I will randomly smoke a dart for. reasons...also yes I know menthols only come in green packaging I was setting up a bit dkddlsjddlsdkls

It's ritualistic at this point. The well-orchestrated method of steps you take when you feel this way. When there is so much going on in your life and yet nothing at all feeling within your control. When you need to go ahead and just pull the trigger to your demise before someone else beats you to it.

The first step to begin your self-detonation process, is to have a cigarette. Menthol flavored. The light, kind of seafoam green-packaged kind. Buy a pack, bum a stick from someone else's, doesn't matter, only one is needed. Scour your home for the lighter you keep in the kitchen (it won't light). Grab the grill lighter instead (also out of fuel). Raid your roommate's space for whatever the fuck he uses to burn his candles (he's gone for the weekend, he won't know the difference). You find a torch lighter (fuck it, sure, that'll do).

Now head outside. Light the stick. The butane lighter scorches part of the end, and you forget to inhale (or is it suck for this method of drug?) while the cigarette is still against the flame (it's been a minute, you've always sucked (ha.ha.) at getting the coordination of this thing called "smoking" down). Burn the stick again; get it right this time. That first proper inhale of nicotine et al confirms you're good to go (feels different; a nice different). Inhale, blow it out (like some badass from a drama series, yeah?), start moving in the night.

Start walking across the way. You could find the complex you're looking for with you're eyes closed (hate that that fact still rings true). The chill in the air brings some semblance of focus back into your mind to bring the cig back to your lips. Second hit is deeper, longer, the jolt of chemicals swimming through your lungs and filtering the chaos in your brain is dizzying and clarifying all at once. (Don't cough, just exhale smooth. Good. Again.)

Third hit and the tingle of menthol (or is it the excitement that has your nerves buzzing?) seems to spread from your mouth to your throat to your chest. Your eyes are drawn to the way the end of it shrivels from white to grey, orange embers creeping closer to your fingers (yes! confirmation you're succeeding the task! more excitement).

The task is to self-destruct in a controlled, "less" extreme way. The somewhat assured damage to your health long term is riveting to you. Has something tingling and heating up in the space between your legs. Your tongue feels lighter, mouth filled with menthol like it's a cooling salve and not the cover for you to keep inhaling that poison dart. Only a third of the way through the smoke stick and your vision feels different. Not fully impaired, per say, but there's a definite haze in your line of sight as you approach your destination.

Your head is a bit fuzzy and fogged over, but your thoughts finally feel clearer. Perfect. Let the id take control; lead the rest of the routine on impulse and instinct alone. No inner monologue to question your choices. Just go after what you want in this moment.

Next step, finish the cigarette. It's been a year, six months, 17 days, and 19 hours since you last performed this ritual. The muscle of your tongue moves against the back of your teeth, taking in that feeling of being coated in coolness, washed in that refreshing feeling of giving in to the urges, of letting go. Just let it all go.

Three quick taps on the door, followed by another two, and it's opening. There's a black tank, pale skin, and familiar ink in your face before you look up at light, seafoam green eyes. Mouth filled with that cool tingle of menthol & more, heart racing with anticipation for the damage you're about to create, thoughts of self-hatred on mute (???), he gets barely a greeting of your name out before you step forward to slot your freshly poisoned lips against his own.

Intoxicating, like a brand new hit of nicotine to your senses, kissing Yamato Endo is intoxicating. Not a word or a glimpse of each other in over a year, and yet this greeting in the form of a heated kiss is the answer to all your problems right now. Eyes shut with lips still stuck to each other on the exhale, the feel of large hands on your back and sliding upward as they guide you through the door, hardly a moment of separation between each kiss that has you breathing harder, heavier.

There's a quick swipe of Endo's tongue against your top lip and then you're opening up more, allowing him to fully explore and taste the chemicals and flavors that had taken up space in you before he could.

You occupy a hand with combing through his hair (soft, cute curls) while the other pulls on the middle of his top to keep him close (his heart's beating fast, too. Good). His hands, covered in a canvas of numbers and nonsense patterns and swirls, make their way up from your back to cradle your face. Fingers spread across your cheeks and hold firm in a way that has you mewling. Warm. He's so warm, this feeling is warmth. Life. Alive I feel Alive-

There's a pause in the stumbling of greedy kisses and tongue-exploration as he pulls back for a breathe. You stutter over your own oxygen supply as you open your eyes to see that shock of blue-green up close. Intoxicating. Beautiful. He smirks at you and there's a thumb caressing your cheek as he speaks and you actually hear him for the first time this evening.

"Hi to you too."

"Mnh." is all you utter out before trying to get back to the make out session that had you forgetting your problems. The hands on your face firmly halt you from moving in closer and reconnecting. You glare up at Endo in response.

"Wanna talk about what's got you waltzing in here, buzzed on menthols and taking my mouth hostage after 18 months of no contact, Princess?" (He’s been keeping track too then. Hmh.)

There's a slight tick in your jaw and the feeling of bile rising in your throat from the nickname. You click your teeth and move a hand to grasp his shoulder, nails pressing into the swirling ink there. "If I wanted to talk, I would have started with talking." A sharper press of your hand has Endo hissing through his teeth as you pull him closer again.

This next kiss is more a smashing that ends with you sucking his bottom lip between your teeth. An exhale and a groan comes from him as your hand still in his hair pulls him back. "I just need one thing from you tonight, Yamato."

"Yeah?" The hot air that fans your face smells of nicotine and smoke. Dizzying, clarifying, liberating you from life's worries and replacing them with desire.

"I need you to fuck me till I forget."

Just for a moment, just for a night, keep the bad thoughts and overwhelming self-loathing at bay with the help of nicotine and him.

#that ‘princess’ hit different #this is exactly what I needed today oh my #the fuck you to forget and think #of the consequences tomorrow hit different #this was so good #fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine #endo

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A Cry for Help Bakugou x F!Reader Word Count: 2k !!: angst, past cheating

You're frustrated, and the past comes back to bite Bakugou in the ass.

Folding the last of the laundry, you set a pile of clothes into a basket on the kitchen table and lean back to stretch your back. Shrieks of laughter pour out of the adjoined living room where your three kids climb over the furniture and into a makeshift fort made from the couch cushions and blankets. Toys lie hidden among the mess – perfect ankle breakers.

Another thing for you to clean up.

You run through a mental checklist. Food is almost done, grocery list is made, living room needs to be cleaned again, laundry is finally folded and needs to be put away, birthday party presents are in-

The front door opens with a bang followed by the thump of your fiancé’s boots hitting the floor.

“You’re home!” You wrap your arms around Bakugou and inhale deeply. The scent of the clean outdoors – well as clean as city air can get – and subtle smoke from quirk usage fill your lungs. It’s all comfort for you.

You almost completed everything you needed to do today with minimal setbacks, but now that Bakugou is home, you can divide and conquer. Fresh energy courses through your veins as you mentally rearrange tasks. With his help, maybe there could be a movie night for the two of you this evening.

“Could you make sure the kids don’t destroy anything while I get dinner out of the oven and set the table?” you ask and move the laundry off the table and into the hallway. It’s still in the way sure, but then everyone can grab their basket and bring it to their rooms to deal with in their own way. Your daughter would promptly put it away while your oldest son would bring it up and wear what’s in there again throughout the week. Your youngest son on the other hand… maybe you should stop folding his laundry since he dumps everything into a drawer and calls it a day… It would take a load off your plate for sure.

“They’ve destroyed the living room.” Bakugou’s words pull you from the spiral of mentally organizing your day. You set a stack of plates on the table and frown.

Your children remain the same as before, playing and building with what they have around them. “They’re playing with the couch cushions, nothing’s broken yet.”

Bakugou crosses his arms. “Is this what you do all day?”

“What?”

“They do whatever they want and you allow it?”

“Katsuki,” you slowly put plates in their spots; a frog plate for your daughter (her current special interest), a collectable Dynamight kids plate for your oldest son (Katsuki is proud of it), a Deku plate for your youngest (it’s a phase that pisses Katsuki off), and two normal, adult plates for you and Katsuki. “It’s three of them and one of me all day. I’m doing my best.”

“Your best?” he scoffs, “Look around, the house is a mess, food isn’t done – do you sit around and let them run the place while I’m gone?”

“I don’t treat this house like an army,” you snap back. “They’re kids and they’re playing, like kids. And I’m asking for your help now-” A shriek of delight followed by a chorus of No fair! That’s cheating! has your kids stampeding out of the living room.

Bakugou crosses his arms and intercepts them. “Dinner will be ready soon, all three of you head upstairs, clean up your rooms and wash your hands before coming back down.” They sulkily nod but head up, grabbing their clean and folded laundry as they pass.

“Should I even bother cleaning this?” Bakugou shakes his head. “It’ll be destroyed tomorrow.”

“Katsuki, we’re a team,” you say, desperation creeping into your words. “I can’t do this on my own.”

“I got up at five AM,” he scowls. “Worked my ass off making sure this town is safe. And got home at six PM. Why does the first thing out of your mouth have to be nagging about the goddamn kids.”

“Shh,” you hiss, “What is your problem?” you hurry into the living room and start picking up the cushions. Bakugou grabs a blanket and methodically folds it before putting it away.

“My problem is you agreed to stay home and be the parent and now you can’t even do that.”

You straighten, anger forcing you to stand tall. Can’t even be the parent? That’s rich coming from him. He was the one who insisted on more kids and then did nothing to help while you had three kids under five years old. “One of us had to,” you say through clenched teeth and tossed a handful of toys into a bin with more force than necessary. “And you make more than I did.”

“We could’ve hired a nanny or something.”

“And have a stranger raise our kids? You’d never let that happen. You probably want someone around who you can fuck.” It slips out before you can stop it. The huge asterisks in your ten-year relationship. Probably the reason you’ve only made it to ‘fiancée’ and not ‘wife’. One slip up on his part and a fear of trapping you in a marriage. At least as a fiancée you can leave whenever you want and not have to go to court to legally end it.

Anger rolls around his face as he tries to settle a stony mask on it all. Muscles clench, veins pop, and his lovely skin that has aged gracefully turns a mottled red.

“I won’t do that to you.”

“Not again,” you add. You can’t help yourself. The barb is too close to your roiling emotions. “Because you’ve already done it once.”

“Fucking hell!” he shouts, all thought of keeping quiet because of the kids gone out the window, “It was a mistake and I made up for it!”

“You didn’t do shit!”

“I left that agency in Kirishima’s hands and went to work for someone else.”

“To save your own skin!” you counter, “How would people react if their precious hero was fucking his employees while his pregnant fiancée was at home raising their infant son?”

“One! It was one person! And it was an accident!”

“That doesn’t make it any better! What about us? You stood me up at couples counseling, didn’t make any effort to-”

“I took you out to dinners and made sure you knew how much I love you!”

“That was a publicity stunt and you know it,” you snap. “None of that was for me, that was all for you.”

“What could I do to prove to you-”

“Help around here!” you interrupt, “I can’t keep up with cleaning and cooking and raising our kids and doing the shopping and paying the bills and maintaining the house and everything else that I do and be a loving, doting wife when you come home. I am a glorified personal assistant, maid, chef, nanny, and teacher all rolled into one person, where am I going to find the time to put effort into making myself look good for you? Where in the day am I supposed to wedge ‘be a sexy wife to make sure my husband doesn’t leave me’?”

He’s quiet for a minute, his back turned sometime during your short outburst. “I’m not leaving you,” he says quietly.

“And somehow, I don’t believe that,” you say, matching his voice. You both stand in the now spotless living room. Unspoken words hang like daggers. You can’t go on like this. In an age-old routine, you tamp down your pain and frustration. Someone needs to be the bigger person. “You’re angry. I’m angry. We’re saying things to hurt each other. Go cool off. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Bakugou walks off without another word, each step driving a wedge in your carefully constructed facade.

A shower was what he needed. Hot water sluicing down his face and body to wash away the ache of the day. Your words still ring in his head.

I don’t believe that.

You don’t believe him.

He thought he’d made it up to you; showered you with affection, romanced you like he did when you were first starting to date, brought gifts from your favorite stores you couldn’t visit because of bed rest. Apparently, that meant nothing.

But… you were right… as much as it pains him.

He did do it for himself. Sure, in the moment he was probably thinking of you and that he needed to do damage control in his relationship, but you were right… it was all for him and his image.

Toweling off, he dresses quickly and is greeted by pure silence.

On his plate at the head of the table, he sees a note written on a scrap piece of paper in your handwriting.

We’re at your mother’s. Take time to do what you want. I don’t need to know.

Given up.

Defeated.

Do what you want. I don’t need to know.

He’d seen this once before when Kaminari’s flirtatious ways landed him in hot water with his girlfriend and she’d issued him a ‘hall pass’ and an ultimatum.

He should be offended that you used those words against him given their history, but all he can focus on is the fact that you left. That he drove you to leave.

Bakugou scrolls through his phone contacts until he finds the last person in the world he wants to talk to. He connects instantly. She was probably waiting for this.

“Is she-” he starts but is immediately cut off by his mother.

“Don’t bother, kid.” Blame flows from her to him. You even poisoned his mother against him, and now she won’t listen. “You’re a hero. When someone needs help, it’s your job to help them. If you can’t do that at home, how can you do that for the public?”

His jaw clenches. Fuck. Of course she’s right too. “She can’t take the kids.”

“Hah!” Her nails on a chalkboard laugh grates his nerves. “What’re you going to do? Put them in daycare where anyone can have access to the great Dynamight’s kids? Have me watch them? I’m already doing that.” She’s right, she knows it, and she knows he knows it.

“Let me talk to-”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Give her time, kid. Come up with a plan,” she hesitates before adding in a sympathetic tone, “At least this way you know where they are.” With a click she’s all alone again.

He’s losing everything.

And… it’s all his fault. Everything is his fault. He should’ve seen this coming.

Do what you want. What he wants is you back.

On autopilot he makes his way to his office – a room he insisted be only his; a cave no one else entered. Sitting behind the desk, he pulls out paper and stares at it.

Do what you want. What he needs is change. Actions speak louder than words or whatever. But he can change. He’ll show you change.

Desperation claws at his brain while he calmly writes on a fresh sheet of paper with the nicest handwriting he can muster.

I promise to support you when you need it. I promise to be the father our kids need. I will listen. I will protect your heart and cherish your love. I love you.

Five things he can commit to. Five people in his family.

Pulling out his wallet, he slips a thin gold band from between bills. It’s simple but elegant, and Bakugou wants nothing more than to slide it on your finger. Instead, he slides it into the folds of the card and seals it in an envelope.

Five years since he’s chosen your wedding band – a constant reminder and comforting presence in his wallet of what he wants but what he was always scared of ruining; what he did almost ruin. Now he has to make the leap of faith and hope that you’ll be there on the other side.

You’re driving him crazy, so all he can do is drive to his mother’s and leave the card with his promises and unasked question on the porch. And ring the doorbell and run and hide.

It’s you who answers the door. You who sees the envelope. You who picks it up and takes it inside.

All he can do now is wait and hope you accept.

A/N: hmmmm downside of starting to write months ago and then picking it back up later is that idk if it makes total sense or if it's any good, but it is what it is. of course at the last second I couldn’t leave it too angsty. I leave it up to your imagination if you accept his vows and him as a husband or leave him without looking back.

#my fucking heart #the way he just walked out😭😭😭#and then him putting the ring in his pocket and #him carrying around the wedding band????#fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine #bakugou

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