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[autistic2000smidwest]

MY SWEET BABY LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HIS GRANDMA!! I've been seeing a bunch of what tomura would be like as a hero, well. For him to be a hero, he'd have to not undergo the loss of his family and gotten the decay quirk. The decay quirk causes his itchiness, blue/white hair, unhealthy skin tone, AND HIS RED EYES! I've seen so many variations with him still having red eyes. No, dark grey eyes are his natural color. His red eyes come from the melanin itself being decayed with in his body since decay is not his quirk!

[em1i2a3]

Got You (Where I Want You)

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader!

Summary: You walk in on Bob staring at himself in the mirror.

Warnings: Fluff, with some intimacy thrown in there for good measure, because why the hell not, right? The sweetness is cavity inducing lol

Author’s Note: Had this idea yesterday and had to put pen to paper y’all, I don’t know what the hell got into me that made me push aside my other stuff for this idea, but I liked it too much to not go absolutely bonkers on my keyboard lol…Anyways, enjoy <3

Word Count: 4,785

Subject: FINAL HR WARNING - CONDUCT REVIEW (Walker/Starr Conflict)

From: HR Officer Marshall Greene

“Agents Walker and Starr are now under internal review for insubordination, hostile communication, and repeated disregard of team mediation protocols. One more infraction and we’ll initiate temporary removal from field rotation. Val has been informed. There will be no further email warnings.”

Walker (Reply All):

“Good to know HR thinks performance under pressure is ‘hostile communication.’ No wonder no one trusts leadership anymore.”

Ava (Reply All):

“Glad we agree that nobody trusts you.”

Yelena (Reply To: Ava and Walker):

“I swear if you get us all sent to HR group therapy again we are going to leave you both at the next extraction site.”

You choked on your own laugh, face half-buried in your pillow as your tablet buzzed again. Notification after notification trickled in like popcorn kernels catching heat–erratic, chaotic, and loud as hell. The entire thread was spiralling quickly, and all you could do was watch the digital tornado unfold before your very eyes. You sat up quickly, nearly dropping the tablet in your lap as you scrolled through the influx of new messages. One leg was tucked under you, while the other bounced with that familiar blend of amusement and secondhand dread.

Ava’s spelling had deteriorated into pure adrenaline–half her words missing vowels, full of heat and fury and thinly veiled threats. Walker had officially gone full defensive, slinging phrases like “operational leadership failure” and “compromised team integrity” like he was writing a dissertation for Val.

You snorted as Yelena replied again but to everyone this time with a simple:

“You guys are literally down the hall from each other, there’s no need to continue to document the arguing, just kill each other now.”

It was definitely a full-blown HR meltdown, and it was definitely going to warrant group therapy again, but the thread was just too good to keep to yourself.

Your thumb hovered over the screen for one more second, then you grinned, tossing the tablet to the side of the bed, because you knew exactly who would enjoy this as much as you.

Bob.

He was never in these threads–more because he didn’t even think to check them anyways. He was never mentioned, never cc’d. He just floated above the chaos like a gentle cloud of soft-voiced concern. He was never involved enough to be a direct problem, but he was always tuned in enough to notice when issues were brewing. He never participated in the drama, but he loved hearing about it. Only from you, though. Only when you read it out loud with your overly expressive hand gestures and dramatic reenactments–like you were performing Shakespeare in the park…But only for him.

It was a tradition. A rhythm that only belonged to you and Bob alone, because every time a thread decided to spiral into a tailspin of arguing, you sought him out immediately.

Sometimes it was in the kitchen over cereal. Sometimes it was on the roof, sitting hip to hip with your legs dangling in the wind. Sometimes it was huddled on opposite ends of the couch with your legs draped over his lap…And sometimes–like right now–it meant running to his room like you were delivering urgent news straight from the battlefield.

You glanced down at yourself–sports bra, and underwear–and let out a low huff. Bob had seen you like this before, technically. That’s what came with the territory of shared safehouses, mission recovery stations, and walking around the compound late at night when you thought nobody else was awake. Those were different situations though.

You padded across the room and yanked open your dresser drawer, rifling through your exercise shirts until you settled on a worn black t-shirt–oversized and thinning with age. You tugged it over your head in one swift movement, letting the hem fall just past your hips, then you grabbed a pair of navy basketball shorts off the back of your desk chair and shimmied into them with a quick hop-step, tightening the strings as much as possible so they wouldn’t fall as you rushed down the hall.

You scooped the tablet back up in your arms, the screen still glowing with the madness you’d left behind.

HR Officer Marshall Greene (Reply All):

“This is a formal thread, please refrain from using inappropriate language and making unfounded comments on others performances.”

The excitement only grew, as you slapped the tablet against your thigh, and bolted into the hallway.

The compound was quiet except for the distant clack of someone’s boots echoing down from the other wing–probably Ava pacing while she types another scorched-earth reply to the recent email. Regardless, you padded forward, barefoot but quick. The hum of the overhead lights casted your shadow along the wall as you rounded the corner toward the kitchen for a quick pit stop.

The fridge gave a quiet suction-pop as you pulled it open and reached for one of the bottled iced teas Bob always hoarded–hibiscus and lemon honey, the kind he insisted was the best. You grabbed one–already cool against your palm even though you had restocked them an hour ago–and tucked it into the crook of your arm as you shut the fridge with your hip.

”What’re you? A professional basketball player?” A voice from behind you asked.

You didn’t need to turn to know it was Bucky–leaning against the wall just outside the kitchen like he’d been planted there to deliver commentary on your outfit. His arms were crossed, dog tags peeking beneath the neckline of his exercise shirt. The glint in his eyes showed unmistakable amusement as he raised a brow at what you were wearing. You didn’t slow your pace though, you just tossed him a look over your shoulder.

”Careful Barnes, comments like that are how group therapy gets scheduled.” That earned a bark of laughter from him–rough and low.

”I’ll tell HR you threatened me with that iced tea bottle,” He called out as you walked off. You raised it above your head in mock-warning without looking over at him.

”Weaponized refreshments fall under Walker and Ava’s jurisdiction. Not mine.” You heard his chuckle echo faintly behind you, but your attention was already zeroed in on the familiar stretch of hallway that led to Bob’s room.

It was quiet here. Soft, almost. The air always felt a little warmer around his end of the corridor–in heat and in emotion in general, there was less tension, less noise, it was very…Bob. use him, his stacks of books, and the faint sound of whatever playlist he decided to put on.

You didn’t knock, you never knocked.

Your fingers wrapped around the handle and turned it without ceremony, pushing the door open like it was your own room, like it was a shared space you were both too sentimental to label.

“Bob! You are not gonna believe this thread..” You said as you were stepping into the room, clicking the door shut softly behind you before turning around.

And that’s when you saw him…And he nearly jumped out of his skin.

”D-Don’t you knock?!” He stammered, jolting like you’d fired a dart into his shoulder. His hands scrambled for the shirt slung half-off his desk chair, eyes wide, and cheeks flushing crimson, “I-I could’ve been–!”

”Naked?” You offered helpfully, lifting a brow as you stepped more into the room, “I think I’ve survived worse than accidentally walking in on someone mid-change.” Your voice had trailed off a little by the time you got to the middle of the room, because it hit you then–just how good he actually looked.

He wasn’t even trying, and that was probably the worst part–because you didn’t want to see him when he was…

The golden hour light poured through the west-facing window like warm syrup, catching the faint dampness along his skin and the light brown locks that his head sported. The light turned the droplets of water that still trailed down his back into halos of shimmer. His chest was broad and high with clean muscle, sharp and thick, and a bit swollen. There were red marks stretched faintly across his collarbones and the tops of his biceps, fresh from a too-hot shower–evidence of his notoriously sensitive skin. A small pink scar marked the space just under one of his ribs, thinned out from more than a decade of bearing it.

You had always known he was strong–he had to be because of the serum–but this was not what you were expecting.

Bob was built like a cathedral. Sturdy like he’d been carved from something permanent, and yet somehow he still stood like he was embarrassed of that.

”Bob.” You started, but he was already trying to pull his shirt over his head and failing–his arms were moving like they had forgotten how sleeves worked. Then after a second of struggling, he gave up with a frustrated sigh and just pressed the cotton against his bare upper torso like a towel.

“I-It’s really nothing…” He insisted, voice strained and high with shyness, “I-I was just…Looking at something.” Your brows raised as you padded even further into the room, placing the iced tea gently on the nearest stack of books.

“Got a rash or something? I know that Sentry suit probably isn’t a pleasant experience. It’s basically painted on…Probably got chafing in all the wrong places.”

“W-What? No! I–I don’t have a rash,” He sputtered, a nervous laugh catching on the tail end of his words. You could see his ears turning red, then watched as the flush crept down his neck and beneath the top he was holding against him. You grinned, leaning against the footboard of his bed, crossing your arms over your chest.

”So what were you looking at then?”

“I-It’s nothing…I swear…” His gaze couldn’t even meet yours, it just darted everywhere but your face: the floor, the ceiling, the bottle of iced tea, his desk lamp. His throat worked as he swallowed, and he shook his head, “It was n-nothing.” You sighed and, without another word, turned and sat on the edge of his mattress, tablet still in hand as you looked around the room–deliberately taking your time, giving him space to breathe. To maybe cool down a little before you asked him the same question again.

His room was neat, but not in a sterile fashion. He had bookshelves stacked high with paperbacks and limited edition copies of stories–science fiction, poetry, philosophy, he even had a few battered field manuals, but they looked like they hadn’t even been opened. A few of the books had some sticky notes jutting out in soft yellows, greens and blues, all in varying shades. There was a well-kept ficus in the corner by the window, catching sunlight in its leaves. One of his walls held a corkboard filled with photographs of places he had been with the team, with little notes he had kept from you–handwriting scrawled on torn napkins or on the backs of receipts. His Sentry suit hung off a hook like a molded second skin, and a flannel blanket was folded with precision at the foot of the bed.

“W-What are you doing?” Bob’s voice cracked with a soft, almost wounded hesitation. You didn’t look up from the bed right away, instead dragging your thumb along the edge of the tablet as you let the silence sit. Then you finally lifted your gaze, brow raised with soft mischief.

“Waiting for you to move,” You said simply. “So I can see what you could’ve possibly been looking at so intently before I barged in.” He shifted on his feet, his toes curling against the floorboards like he was trying to plant himself there and disappear.

”Y-Y/N, I wasn’t looking at anything…” You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes dropping from his for just a second–slowly taking his body in again from the reflection of the mirror behind him, the long, broad line of his back, the way the light caught in every indentation of muscle like it was sculpted for this hour of the day and no other. Then you looked back at him.

”So why’re you hiding from me then?” You asked softly, “You’ve seen me topless before…Thought you might’ve been comfortable returning the favour.” You joked. His eyes flickered to yours, then away again, lashes fluttering like a startled heartbeat. His grip tightened on the cotton he still held over his chest, the fabric slightly damp now from where it met his skin. You set the tablet down with a quiet tap on his nightstand, fingers curling loosely at your sides as you pushed off the bed and stepped toward him. The floor creaked softly beneath your bare feet. His breath hitched–just barely audible–but you caught it. His whole body tensed, like prey too stunned to run, and yet… He didn’t back away.

“Let’s look together, hmm?” You said, voice soft, it wasn’t a command…It was more of an invitation, “Turn and look in the mirror.” Bob’s eyes darted down to yours, nervous and questioning, the light in them flickering gold just for the briefest moment.

“W-What…?”

”Just…Trust me,” You whispered, inching close enough for your hand to find the edge of the shirt he was still holding to his front. You pinched the soft cotton between your fingers, “Turn and look in the mirror…And move this.” He stared at you, searching your face as if trying to find the trap. But there wasn’t one–not with you. So, with hesitantancy, he turned back toward the full-length mirror beside his bookshelf. His broad shoulders squared, his spine straightening instinctively like he expected to be judged, and slowly, he shifted the cotton away from his chest. He didn’t let it drop–he held it against his side like a safety net–but it no longer blocked his reflection.

You stepped behind him carefully, and rose up on your toes, putting your chin on his heated shoulder, eyes flickering over both his reflection and the way his skin flushed beneath you. The heat coming off his body was tangible, like the golden hour sun had been sucked up by his skin and refused to leave. His damp hair curled at the end where it had dried, and the slope of his shoulder tensed beneath your chin.

Up close like this, with nothing but the mirror before you both, it was impossible not to take him in fully–not just the parts you’d glimpsed, not just what the suit hinted at beneath all that gold-threaded armor and pressure. But this. Him.

The soft curve of his clavicle, just beginning to dry, still slightly pink from the heat of his shower. The small cluster of faded stretch marks that swept just beneath his chest, curling slightly toward the soft ridges of his ribs. They looked like pale lightning, half-silver in the light–evidence of how fast he’d grown into himself, into this body he never asked for. Another quiet mutation to accommodate the weight of what lived inside him. There were more across his lower stomach, ghosting down either side of his abdomen where the muscle swelled thicker. They branched just beside his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his joggers, pale and delicate, like silk run beneath sharp fingers. You wanted to trace them. God, you wanted to press your mouth to every single one.

His skin was smooth in some places, textured in others, but all of it was flushed with heat. And that light trail of hair that you’d never seen before–white blonde, so soft it nearly vanished unless you were this close–drew a path down the center of him that had you unconsciously tightening your arms just slightly where they curled behind his back.

“You definitely don’t have any rashes,” You said softly, voice light with teasing but thick with something warmer. “You’re just a handsome guy…That’s built like a house.” You gave a small shrug against him, trying to diffuse the sincerity with humor, but it still rang true. Bob’s shoulders stiffened immediately, and his reflection turned red so quickly you thought it might spread across the mirror itself.

“S-Stop it,” He muttered, ducking his head just slightly, like that might shield him from your words.

“Why?” You murmured, brows lifting gently. “It’s not like I’m lying to you.” He didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched for a second too long, and then his voice came–rougher, smaller.

“I-I don’t see it… I just see this…This person who’s not themselves anymore.” His jaw clenched a little, eyes glued to his reflection like it betrayed him. “Not like I u-used to be. Everything’s just…D-Different.” Your frown came slowly, spreading across your face with a heaviness that tugged the corners of your mouth down and softened your eyes into something deeply pained. You finally connected the dots.

He hadn’t been admiring himself in the mirror. He wasn’t checking for a rash or even trying to catch a glimpse of some half-healed wound. He was judging himself–tearing himself apart with every second he stared. Comparing himself to the man he used to be. The one he probably thought he lost the day he became more myth than man. Your heart twisted with it. That quiet kind of ache that came from loving someone too much to let them stay hurt.

“…Can I touch you?” you asked gently, voice barely above a whisper.

Bob’s eyes met yours in the mirror, startled like you’d touched a raw nerve instead of just offering kindness. His lips parted slightly, breath catching in his throat.

“O-Okay,” He said, like it was foreign–like no one had ever asked that before. You moved even closer to him, your chest now pressing against his back. You lifted your hand and just…Touched him.

Your fingertips met the warm skin of his stomach, just above the waistband of his joggers, feather-light. He inhaled sharply. Not in fear–just surprise. His stomach tensed for a second, then loosened, like his body didn’t quite know how to receive affection that came without demand. You smoothed your hand upward, tracing the soft rise and fall of his abdomen, the slope of strength beneath the surface. His skin was warm and velvety under your touch—damp in places from the shower, and soft in others from where his skin had healed from stress and strain and godhood.

“You’re so…” You breathed, thumb sweeping just beneath his ribs, “Unbelievably beautiful, Bob.” He blinked like he hadn’t heard you right. Like that word had never belonged to him.

“I mean it,” You said softly, your hand traveling up his chest now, resting briefly over his heart–feeling the beat pounding steady and strong beneath your palm. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?”

His breath shuddered. “N-Not like this…”

“Then let me tell you.”

Your voice dropped, low and tender, like a vow.

“This body,” You whispered, your fingers tracing the faint stretch marks just below his pecs, “This is a testament. To everything you’ve carried. To how hard you fought to stay here. How strong you’ve had to be. You didn’t just survive…You built this. And you built it with love. With the way you protect people. With how gently you hold things, even when you could crush them.” You leaned in, lips brushing the curve of his bare shoulder, kissing him once. Then again, higher, where the tension lived tight beneath his neck.

He shivered.

Not out of discomfort–but because he knew you meant it. Because your mouth on his skin felt more like an affirmation than anything anyone had ever said to him. His skin jumped beneath each press of your lips. Your other hand slipped around his waist, palm resting over his stomach again–feeling the subtle flex as he tried and failed to keep still.

“You’re real, Bob,” You murmured between kisses. “You’re good. You’re so good. And every inch of you–every mark, every muscle, every breath–is deserving of love.”

He made a sound then–a quiet, choked breath like he was holding something in his throat. His chest hitched slightly under your hand, and when you peeked up at his reflection, his eyes were glossed, gold flickering around the rims like he was lit from within. You tightened your arms gently, holding him from behind like a tether, your forehead pressing into the curve of his shoulder. Your lips grazed the top of his spine.

“Even if you can’t see it… I do.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full. Of breath. Of tension. Of emotion so thick it filled the space between your ribs and his.

After a few long seconds, his hand moved. Trembling at first, like he didn’t know what to do without being awkward, before lowering it to cover yours.

His palm was big, warm, and dampened with sweat, but you didn’t mind the way it felt. He held your touch in place like he didn’t want you to stop. His thumb swept softly along the edge of your hand, nervous but desperate to keep you there.

When he turned to face you, his breath hitched again. His eyes didn’t look away this time. He just stared at you like he was memorizing the moment.

You were still holding his waist. Still close enough that the warmth of him surrounded you like a sun. His hand lifted–slow, hesitant, like the moment might shatter if he moved too quickly. You didn’t breathe. Couldn’t. Not when his fingers brushed your jaw and then curled so gently against your cheek it made your eyes sting.

He held your face like it belonged in a museum among the works of art. His thumb grazed the space just beneath your eye, sweeping along your cheekbone with the softest pressure–as if he was trying to memorize the way you felt beneath his touch. Like if he just held you long enough, maybe he could believe this was real. That you were real. That someone had truly looked at him–all of him–and still wanted to stay.

Neither of you blinked.

The air shifted–thick with something golden and unspeakable, heavy in your lungs but light in your chest. Like standing on the edge of something vast and beautiful and knowing, this is the moment it all changes.

And then he leaned in.

Not in a rush. Not in some burst of passion where your teeth could possibly clash together. But slowly–like the sun melting into the sea. Like a secret unfolding, tender and certain, inevitable as gravity.

His lips met yours with gentleness you didn’t know you were starving for.

It was so soft it almost didn’t feel like a kiss at first. Just a breath of warmth, and a quiet hum of surrender blooming behind your ribs. His mouth moved against yours with cautious wonder, wanting more but keeping his thoughts under control just for this one moment–just so he could display his secret devotion to you.

The world narrowed to the press of his lips, the curl of his fingers that were still on your cheek, the faint tremble in his shoulders, and the heat of his bare skin where your hands moved now–trailing up his sides and over his back. You traced the soft slope of muscles with your palms, admiring, until your fingertips danced along the small of his back.

And that’s when he gasped.

The kiss broke as his body flinched against yours with a startled breath, a laugh hiccuping through the sound.

”I…Sorry,” He stammered, half-flushed, half-laughing, his hand falling from your cheek like he had ruined it. You grinned, still feeling your heartbeat throughout your entire body, your eyes shining.

”Don’t you dare apologize for a kiss like that,” You whispered, and before he could respond back to you–before he could shrink away or stumble over a hundred more nervous syllables–you leaned in and kissed him again.

It was just a quick one. A seal on the moment, something that could contain it. His breath hitched like he hadn’t expected it–like he still couldn’t quite believe you were touching him so freely, so warmly.

You pulled back just enough to smile against his lips and murmur, “Only you would apologize for something that sweet by the way.” Another blush lit his face instantly, rising to the tips of his ears like fire spreading across his skin. You laughed softly and pressed one last kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a proper hug, letting your cheek press to his chest as he melted into your touch.

His arms folded around you slowly, his forearms curling tightly around your waist, his palms flattening against your spine, pressing your body flush to his like he wanted to make sure there was no space between you at all. You melted into the hold instinctively, sighing against his chest as the tension slid out of you like sand between fingers. Your cheek rested against the warm pillow of muscle just over his heart, and there it was–the steady galloping rhythm, thumping firm and fast beneath your ear. You closed your eyes for a moment, just breathing him in.

The scent of his shower was clinging to him and invading your senses now, there was sage, and a hint of pine, he smelled like a forest, or the wilderness–he smelled like the safest place you would ever come to know.

For a long beat, neither of you moved.

His chin dipped until it came to rest lightly on the crown of your head, a sigh escaping him–low, content, full of something that bordered on reverent. When he hummed, it was quiet and barely even a sound–just a vibration in his chest that pulsed through your cheek and down your spine like a tuning fork finding your frequency so he could slip in and be one with you. You smiled against him.

“So…” You started, voice muffled slightly by his skin, “Is there any chance you’ll start walking around shirtless more often now that I’ve thoroughly showered you with compliments?” He let out a soft, incredulous laugh–half embarrassed, half endeared–and you felt it echo all the way through your ribs. His hands tightened slightly at your back as he ducked his head a little further, his voice feathering warmly against your scalp.

“I-It’ll be u-under heavy consideration now, I think…” He mumbled, voice playful but still laced with that soft-spoken sincerity that was so uniquely his. You smirked.

“Hmm,” You hummed back, fingers curling gently against the thick muscle of his upper back before giving him a teasing squeeze. It made him jolt, just slightly–a tiny gasp of a flinch, like you’d shocked him. He barked out another laugh, and you pulled back just enough to look up at him.

“I’ll take that as a very soft yes,” You said, grinning up at him, your fingers still resting against the planes of his back. His eyes met yours–wide and dilated, but glowing now with something unguarded and bright.

“Y-Yeah,” He said shyly, a smile tugging at his lips, “I guess…I-If it’s for you, it might be okay.” He scratched nervously at the back of his neck with one hand as he looked down at you, then added sheepishly, “B-But you have to promise not to look at me like I’m a sculpture again…I-I almost combusted.” You laughed, arms still around his waist, resting your chin on his chest now so you could meet his eyes directly.

“No promises,” You whispered. “You are a sculpture. Just one that happens to blush when I compliment him.”

His face turned a glorious shade of red, and you watched the smile spread helplessly across his lips even as he tried to hide it. His hands came up again, this time cradling your jaw like it was something precious. His thumbs brushed softly against your cheeks, and he leaned in again–this time a little more sure of himself.

And when he kissed you again, it was with a quiet hunger. Still gentle, still sweet, but layered now with the quiet thrill of knowing that you saw him–really saw him–and loved every part you found.

[bbkoolkatz]

wife. god he loves using that word. he's giving your order at Starbucks? my wife wants the usual, making reservations? yeah, my wife and i... at press conferences when they asked him a question, he always happen to mention his beautiful, gorgeous, amazing 'n smart wife.

he gave zero fucks about the context too—his latest victory, plans for the future, or questions about his fav food?— katsuki never misses an opportunity to mention you. so much so that the reporters started to bet on how quickly he'd bring you up...

today was no exception. he leaned against the podium, the scowl on his face doing little to hide how much he didn't want to be there as cameras flashed in his face and reporters shouted over each other for his attention. until he pointed at one, to hear what their goddamned question is.

"dynamite, what are your thoughts on the new collaboration between, heroes and the local government officials?" he held out his voice recorder.

the crowd went mute, cocking their ears for his response, waiting... his crimson eyes filtered the room, flickering between everyone before they landed on you —in the far corner of the back of the room— smiling proudly, gesturing for him to answer the question.

"anythin' that keeps people safe 's a good thing." he starts, "my wife's always said that we needed to team up more, 'n she's smarter than you lot put together, so..." and shruggs, like its most obvious... you facepalm at his need to bring their ego down.

the reporters scribbled away in their notebooks and laptops, mumbling between themselves, some even giggling here and there, before he pointed to someone else.

"bakugo-san, what's your opinion on the rising popularity of the hero support courses in schools?" she asked, holding back a snicker, as she purposely asks a question where it'd be near impossible for him to mention you. or so she thought...

"support 's what keeps most of us heroes out there alive." he says, matter of factly, pointing to his gauntlets on the side of the podium, "my wife'd drill a hole in my head if i didn't give 'em credit. 'every cog in the machine matters' 'n whatever the hell else." he huffs, and your face heats up a bit, seeing him standing tall and proud up there, while he quoted your words.

the murmurs grew louder, as they placed their bets once again... someone raised their hand and stood to ask their question. "mr. dynamight, do you have any plans to expand your work internationally?" he adjusts his glasses, looking down to his clipboard, waiting for your husband's response.

he rolls his eyes, "yeah, eventually. what else would you expect when yer as good as me?" wait for it... "plus, my wife's been on my ass 'bout goin' to europe. says she wants to see paris too, 'n 'm not about tell her no." the crowd laughs, more amongst themselves than what the hero was saying. he could care less about what ever the fuck they were mumbling about and walked off the stage.

he's had enough. he answered a few of their questions like you'd asked and now he wanted his wife, so he stomped his way over to you, "did you have to insult them at the end of the first question?" you laugh, patting at his toned chest.

"insult 'em? i answered their question..." he pulled you in as you giggled, kissing you while he rubbed your waist. every camera zoomed in on you both and he reveled in the flashing lights, smirking into your lips as he dragged the kiss on and lifted your hand where the ring he put there shined. he wife'd you up why would he not show you off?

mlist!

[frudoo]

Simon Riley kisses with everything he has—everything he is. He leaves you breathless long before his lips ever touch yours. Gently running his fingers through your hair, or cupping your face with one hand, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. His honeyed brown eyes are so full of life as they stare into yours and it feels like he’s picking apart your soul just with his gaze. Just before you get the chance to break the tension, find some relief, he does it for you, closing the expectant space between the two of you. His lips part deliberately, gently slotting between yours with careful, practiced ease because he wants it to be perfect for you every single time.

Simon Riley kisses with nothing short of perfection; maybe it’s the military in him that makes him need to perform flawlessly, or maybe it’s the way you look at him like he’s human that makes him want to cherish you, convince you—or himself, though he’d never admit it—that he can make you happy. He’s obsessed with you, the softness of your lips, the taste he craves on a long, grueling mission. Perhaps that’s why he devours you when he comes back home, kissing you like his life depends on it, because it does. He suckles on your bottom lip like a newborn to its mother’s breast—you’re his life source and he’s drinking you up. You nourish him and don’t even realize it until he’s cradling the back of your head, pulling you in impossibly close.

Simon Riley refuses to pull away first, a low whine escaping his throat when you do part. You pant, desperate to catch your breath but all too willing to let him steal it again as his tongue slides into the gap of your mouth, running along your teeth. He’s uncaring of the sloppiness, immune to the feeling of slobber running down his chin. All that matters is you and every inch of that perfect mouth that tells him you’re his. No matter where his hands are initially, they’ll wind up beneath your shirt, trailing up your back and tracing mindless patterns on your soft skin. The skin that reminds him that there is a life worth living, even if you’re the only one that cares—and care, you do, in the way you suck his hungry tongue into your mouth, just as eager as he is.

Simon Riley, who was so afraid to love, finds it hard to adore you with anything less than his entire heart.

[chrissssssmut]

Hi hello sir, I kindly ask a story with popular girls Asa and Ahyeon asking shy+nerdy mreader for help studying. No smut obviously and no need for yandere. Just fluffy stuff

Perks Of Being The Nerd

Asa & Ahyeon x Nerdy Male Reader

You didn’t expect much out of sophomore year.

Not fame. Not a girlfriend. Definitely not two.

Your goal was simple: survive AP Chem and keep your manga collection hidden from the occasional hallway tormentor. You were painfully good at blending in—until they happened.

Asa and Ahyeon.

The reigning queens of the junior class. Known for their looks, wit, and tendency to dominate literally every school event. Asa was sharp-eyed, tomboyish, and had a habit of chewing gum like it owed her money. Ahyeon was sweeter, mischievous, and occasionally so charming it felt like she was glitching the simulation.

And somehow, through some cosmic joke, they were now sitting at your kitchen table, flipping through your perfectly highlighted notes like they belonged there.

“Okay, so explain covalent bonds again,” Asa said, squinting at the textbook like it had personally wronged her.

“They’re the ones where atoms share electrons,” you muttered, pushing your glasses up and refusing to make eye contact. You could feel both of them looking at you.

“That’s so cute,” Ahyeon said suddenly.

You blinked. “...Covalent bonds?”

“No,” she giggled, “you. When you explain things like you’re afraid we’ll break.”

“I—I'm not afraid,” you said, then immediately regretted it. “I mean, not of you. Just, like. Talking. In general.”

Asa smirked and leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “You talk more when you’re passionate. Like, just now. You went full anime professor mode.”

Your heart skipped.

You were going to die. Right here. In your kitchen. Surrounded by girls way out of your league and a stack of flashcards.

It all started three days ago when Ms. Kim paired you up for peer tutoring. Apparently, Asa and Ahyeon were “slipping” in chemistry. You’d expected them to blow you off immediately.

But instead—

“Hey, you’re that smart kid, right? The one with the cute notes?” Asa had said, cornering you after class.

“You have the best handwriting I’ve ever seen,” Ahyeon added, eyes twinkling. “Can we study at your place?”

You said yes before your brain could stop you.

Which brings us back to the present.

“You make this stuff sound easy,” Asa said, tossing a pencil up and catching it. “I swear, if teachers explained things like you do, I wouldn’t be failing.”

“I-it’s not really hard,” you mumbled. “Just patterns and logic, mostly. Like code.”

Ahyeon tilted her head. “You code too?”

You nodded. “A bit. Mostly games. Visual novels, sometimes.”

“You’re like, the most interesting guy here and no one knows,” Asa said, stealing one of your erasers.

“Maybe because he’s hiding behind his bangs and hoodies,” Ahyeon teased, leaning toward you slightly. “We’re gonna fix that.”

“Fix what?”

“You,” they said in unison.

Somehow, “study sessions” became a regular thing.

They always brought snacks. Ahyeon liked lying on the floor with her feet up on your bed, whining about reaction rates. Asa always claimed the desk chair and spun in it until she got dizzy.

You tried to stay professional.

Tried.

But sometimes, Asa would lean over your shoulder and ask about a formula, her breath warm against your ear. Sometimes Ahyeon would rest her head on your arm while you explained things, and it was impossible to focus when your heart was beating like a drumline.

“You’re blushing again,” Asa said one afternoon, grinning like a shark.

You immediately buried your face in your hoodie.

“No fair,” you mumbled. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“But it’s cute,” Ahyeon chimed in. “And you never tell us what you think.”

“I—I do!”

“Okay,” Asa leaned in, eyebrow raised. “What do you think of us?”

You froze.

“I—I think you’re both…” You swallowed. “Very…good at learning?”

They stared at you.

“Wow,” Asa said, snorting. “That’s the nerdiest compliment I’ve ever received.”

“I love it,” Ahyeon said.

You peeked up at them.

And found two girls smiling at you like you’d just given them the moon.

“Hey,” Asa said quietly, after a silence. “You ever think about, like…dating?”

You choked on your juice box. “W-what?!”

“Not like that!” she added, laughing. “Okay, maybe like that. It’s just—we were talking, and you’re…kind of great?”

You blinked.

“You help us study, you’re smart, you make the best snacks, and your dog loves us.”

“And,” Ahyeon added, sliding closer to you on the couch, “you make me feel calm. Which almost never happens.”

Your face felt like it was on fire.

“Are you saying… you like me?”

“We like you,” they said in unison again.

“I—I don’t know how to—”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Ahyeon whispered. “Just let us hang out with you more. Maybe hold your hand sometimes. That okay?”

Your voice came out small. “Yeah. That’s okay.”

So that’s how it happened.

One minute you were the quiet nerd with an anime wallpaper and a carefully curated pen case, and the next you were dating the two most popular girls in school.

Well. “Dating” might be a strong word. It started with long tutoring sessions that turned into movie nights. Hand-holding during breaks. A cheek kiss here, a forehead bump there. Soft “good luck” messages before tests and chaotic selfies from their classrooms.

Sometimes you caught people whispering when you walked down the hall with them on either side.

But then Asa would glance at you, bump your shoulder, and smirk.

Ahyeon would flash you a grin like you hung the stars.

And suddenly, you didn’t care what anyone thought.

Because somehow, impossibly—you were their favorite nerd.

End.

(But they definitely make you teach them anime intros next week.)

[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ in your mind (mattheo riddle x fem! reader)

summary : mattheo riddle, your sworn enemy, forgets about your ability to hear others thoughts

mattheo fucking riddle, waltzes into the class as if he owns the place. that stupid smirk and knowing eyes that he could do anything for salazars sake and not get into any trouble. flitwicks dismay is obvious, yet he does nothing but instruct riddle to take a seat just behind you. now your dismay was obvious, riddle had been your sworn enemy for as long as you could remember however you couldn’t really remember why.

‘oi y/l/n, what’re we doing?’ riddle questions you. ‘come on time and focus to find out’ you respond and for some odd reason there was no sarcastic comment or any insult thrown your way. just silence from mattheo. despite your normal dislike for your abilities to hear other’s thoughts, you used it. just this once.

voices boomed and echoed through your head, clashing together and combining until you focused in on one particular annoyingly attractive voice. ‘god why does she have to be so pretty’ you hear from the same voice that had called you a multitude of opposing mocks. surely he wasn’t talking about you. ‘her hair is so gorgeous, looks so soft, i just wanna play with it ugh.’ to confirm you weren’t dreaming, you dropped your pencil and turned your head. all you saw was his dark, rich brown eyes completely focused on you.

‘i always forget how beautiful her eyes are, this lighting doesn’t do them justice.’ and there was your confirmation.

for the rest of the lesson, you couldn’t focus on the work only on the handsome yet annoying boy behind you who hadn’t stopped thinking about you. as the bell rings you shove your items away in a haste determined to learn more about this admiration for you. the halls become flooded with kids rushing to get to their dorms or the hall for a quick snack before dinner yet all you were focused on was mattheo riddle.

he turned into a quiet hallway and you followed suit, your presence becoming known to him. ‘what are you doing here?’ he asks with irritation in his voice, a very fake irritation as all he could think about was ‘i want her so bad’. you walked closer towards him with a small smile plastered on your face, almost chest to chest and whispered the words, ‘for being someone you hate, i’m sure on your mind a lot’.

a blush rose to his cheeks, ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ a continuous, ‘fuck fuck fuck, i forgot she can hear peoples thoughts’, jostled through his mind. a small giggle arose from your sweet lips and that’s all it took for mattheo to completely fold. ‘christ all right, you caught me’ he started, ‘im like head over heels for you, even with our little fights it makes me fall more in love with you every single time. you’re just so gorgeous and so kind, the complete opposite to me yet im totally obsessed with you.’ a smile that you had never seen before appeared on his face.

you were in complete shock, this was almost the last thing you expected from him of all people. mattheo riddle. yet you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach exploded in flutters by his words and how you suddenly became speechless. ‘can i kiss you’, you uttered out after moments of silence. ‘please.’

author note : i feel like this may be the most common thing ive ever wrote but hey it’s common for a reason so live laugh love i guess. and as always requests are still open!!

word count : 557

[grenadehearts]

tracing secrets onto your skin. e!kirishima

in which you are stuck in a hotel room, with the guy you've loved for years. and oh did i mention? there's only one bed.

authors note: 1.3k words! one bed trope, pure fluff, mutual pining. this is so similar to a shoujo manga. m.list <3

You and Kiri had been assigned a mission together in a completely different country, but now, arriving at the already booked hotel room—the one the HPSC had provided, courtesy of you both saving the day—there was one slight problem.

Upon stepping inside, weak bruised aching limbs and battered hearts, you opened the door to reveal only one bed.

Yep. Only one bed.

And to make matters worse, it was incredibly small—supposedly a queen, but barely bigger than a twin. And who was standing next to you? Only the guy you’d been painstakingly in love with for three years now. Ever since you first saw him as a first-year at U.A., with his sharp teeth and kind eyes, you had been on the floor for him.

You and Kiri were friends—sort of? Maybe? It was complicated. He was nice to everyone, and it was hard to call someone like that a friend when they belonged to everyone. Mr. Aizawa had always partnered the two of you together. At first, you weren’t sure why, but then you realized—it was because you hesitated. You were shy, timid, and always second-guessing yourself even when you knew you were capable. And Kirishima was loud, outgoing, and so completely kind, that he had a way of making people feel so sure of themselves, which is exactly what you had needed.

Being the gentleman he was, Kirishima immediately insisted on taking the floor. And by the time you emerged from the shower, hair damp and clinging to your face, wrapped in a shirt far too big for you, he was already curled up on the ground.

You climbed into the plush bed, the blankets swallowing you whole in their softness, but your mind couldn’t settle. Not when you knew his back was aching from today’s mission. Not when you knew his body was probably in even worse shape than yours.

You swallowed down the thoughts, let them mix inside like creamer in coffee, before finally whispering, as softly as ever, as if your words could shatter the distance you’d held between him and your heart for so long.

"Kiri?"

He responded quickly—faster than you expected. Your heart clamored against your ribs as he spoke your name so sweetly, laced with the haze of sleep, like he was stumbling through a dream.

"Yeah?"

You hesitated before murmuring, “Come sleep on the bed. The floor is cold and hard, and I know you’re hurting, Kirishima.”

He swallowed, his hesitation stretching into the dimly lit room, then cut through the tension with a quiet chuckle. “No, the bed’s for you. I’m okay.”

But you weren’t convinced. 

You leaned over the edge, your long hair spilling down, a tendril brushing against his cheek. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a silver glow over his face as his gaze flickered up towards yours, his crimson eyes shining in the glow. His gaze softening as he reached up, twirling a lock of your hair between his calloused fingers.

Your heart beat louder. Faster. It was dangerously close to falling right into his hands, to be held and guarded by him.

You spoke again, this time more hesitantly, afraid your words wouldn’t reach him.

"Please, Kiri?"

He just stared at you, like you were the most fascinatingly beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Like he saw straight through your beating heart to the secrets you held captive. And then, finally, he agreed.

The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in beside you.

The room was filled with silence, save for the soft rhythm of your breathing and the distant sounds of the busy street below. Then, finally, Kirishima spoke—his voice soft, yet raspy, like the soft currents of waves nipping at your feet.

"Thank you."

And you echoed it back. "Thank you."

The silence stretched, turning the room upside down. You listened to the way he shifted, turned, unable to get comfortable. With a bit of confidence, you finally asked, "Having trouble sleeping?"

He let out a quiet, bitter laugh, like he wanted to downplay it, to make it seem not that bad. But you knew him better than that. You knew he was hurting. And you knew he wouldn’t admit it.

"Is it your back?"

He exhaled. "Yeah… strained myself today. Should’ve known when to quit."

You pocketed the last bit of his sentence away in your mind, tucking it into the back of your thoughts like a trinket, to find later but in this case to bring up later. Then Slowly, cautiously, you reached out, your fingertips ghosting over his scarred skin “Is… this okay? I just want to help.”

His breath hitched. Then, after a moment, he murmured, “Yeah.”

Carefully, you ran your fingers over his scarred back, kneading at the sore muscles along his shoulders, pressing into the tension lingering in his body. Your touch grew bolder, tracing the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades, following the delicate line of his spine. He smelled like warmth, like golden honey bottled up with love, like spring flowers dipped in sunshine,mixed with the lingering glances and hidden touches of a teenage love scorned into the pages of a romance novel.

He was everything you’d ever want. Something you would chase—not in a bruised, bloodied-knees, face-full-of-dirt kind of way, but in the way a child chases bubbles, laughing as each one pops. In the way you run toward the sound of the ice cream truck, sneakers untied, heart racing for something sweet.

With every soft breath he let out, it was like tuning into a radio signal— the softness of the faint static giving way to something clearer. Your fingers trailed absentmindedly, and he let them, his body still, his breaths shallow. 

Your fingers mapping out something secret, something you’d never been brave enough to say. And with shaky hands, you finally traced the words—

"I love you."

You lingered on the last letter longer than you should have.

Then—

A sharp intake of breath.

Before you could react, he turned over, grasping your wrist in his free hand, enclosing your fingers within his own. His red eyes bore into yours, searching, uncertain.

"You… said you loved me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well… you traced it on my back."

Your eyes widened. And for a moment, you felt like you were thirteen again, drowning in the dizzying rush of first love, when every feeling was new and everything mattered too much.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, already turning over, already bracing yourself for rejection.

But then he shifted, moving closer, his body hovering slightly over yours, eyes locked onto your face.

"I'm not good with words," he admitted, voice rough, quiet. "Can I show you instead?"

You barely realized you nodded until you felt the vibration of your own agreement, your breath caught in your throat.

His hands—so big, so strong, so gentle—cradled your face like you were porcelain, like he was learning how to be careful with something fragile. And then his lips met yours.

Hesitant. Careful. You could taste his uncertainty, but as your hands threaded through his soft, unstyled red hair, as your fingers traced the edges of his jaw, dancing across his skin, eliciting goosebumps he eased into it—deeper, surer. Your bodies slotted together, moving in perfect harmony, wrapped in warmth and the quiet, breathless overwhelming ecstasy of everything unsaid.

Bodies slotting together, sheets shifting beneath your weight, drowning in something too big to name.

Kissing him felt like the summer afterglow, mosquitos nipping at your flesh with sticky hands from a melted popsicle.

And when he finally pulled away, the moonlight glowing against his face,  his hand ghosted over your collarbone, tracing the same words you had left on his skin.

"I love you."

With the same hesitation. The same gentleness. The same certainty.

[chio-chan2artbox]

Father’s day doodles

[sleepymothafterhours]

hiiii <3 your poly eddie/reader/volt works are sooooo lovely i adore the hurt/comfort

i wanna request something fluffier tho if i may

what about reader who stims by biting/chewing on things and one day when theyre feeling criminally understimulated they just come up to volt or eddie and just... very gently chomps him?? or them doing this as a way of showing affection!

have a nice day <3

oh i love this, absolutely yes, thank you so much for this req!

I gave reader lip piercings too cus i just got my bottom lip pierced a couple days ago and keep irritating them because I need biting the backs.

Eddie & Volt x Gn! Reader

word count: 1,606

Content warnings: biting, stimming via biting your boyfriends

I feel I shouldn't need to say this but do not bite wires IRL.

The 3 times you bite your boyfriends (and the 1 time they bite back)

It's easy to fall into your two boys and adjust to the way they show their love. Volt in subtle touches, words that make your head spin. He is loud about the way he loves you and Eddie, even if Eddie's more quiet about it. You see it in the way Volt looks at him across the club while he's announcing the next act. With Eddie it’s different but you feel it no less. The soft smile he gives you when you enter the bar, the hand on your waist when you need to grab something and need the step ladder. This you could argue branches from the last incident where a ladder was involved but it gives you that warm feeling nonetheless.

When you’re in the club, and it’s packed he’s more reserved with his touches, only getting a quick accidental brush of fingers when he hands you your drink, or his hand brushing hair out of your face, pulling your bottom lip out from between your teeth when you were especially concentrated. When you were alone it was different usually, he’s more touchy, not like Volt is but, you’ll sit together in their little loft while Volt’s still asleep, you’ll be facing him in his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist, as close as you can be while he runs his hands through your hair as if he can’t believe you’re real.

It’s where you find yourself now actually. “I know you don’t technically have to eat but, do you want some breakfast? Before you have to work on opening?” You ask, he’s braiding and unbraiding a piece of your hair.

“No I’m okay. Just wanna sit here with you.” He says, you rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying the quiet, the peace, the soft hum of electricity that’s always there. Oh how lucky you were.

You lifted your head just slightly and without really thinking you nipped his shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt but enough that he could feel it. “Did you just..bite me?” He asks letting out a confused laugh, you nod biting the backs of your the piercings on your bottom lip to hide your smile. “Sorry should I not?” He shakes his head stifling his laughter to not wake the white haired man beside him.

“Not a bad thing spark just wasn’t what I was expecting.” He runs his fingers through your hair again as Volt yawns and shuffles in the bed, his eyes open and find yours and you swear the hum of electricity in the room increases just slightly, only for a moment before it’s gone again.

---

It doesn’t happen again for a good amount of days. Some nights you don’t wind up at the club, wrapped up in helping other objects in the house and running out of charges before you realize. But when you find yourself there one night it’s not as busy, there’s no maintenance to help with, there wasn’t even an act. It’s too quiet, and the lack of movement has you catching your teeth on the metal of your piercings. It’s not enough. By the time the bar closes you’ve paced the perimeter at least four timed, talked to Dorian, begged Eddie for something to do. Your teeth feel like they’re vibrating and it almost hurts you not to bite your nails. Volt sits next to you having chased out the last few stragglers wrapping his arm around your waist, your head falls dramatically with a sigh onto his other arm. He chuckles, “Bored live wire?”

Honestly you applaud yourself for the five seconds you restrained yourself. You bite his arm the same way you did Eddie a few days ago. Then again, then did kind of a fake gnawing before pulling your head up immediately better. He sputters, though he’s normally the smoothest man he seems caught off guard, “Not that I’m exactly mad about it my spark but..why?” You shrug.

“I can feel my heartbeat in my teeth. If I didn’t do something I was going to die.” He chuckles at this, “I’m serious!” You fall against him dramatically with a sigh as Eddie makes his way over.

You didn’t mention the fact that sometimes you looked at them and it was like you felt so much emotion for the boys you just wanted to squeeze them like a boa constrictor but would settle for just a little bite. Like right now as you were hugging Eddie and moved your head slowly to get in prime biting position before you heard him mumble, “Aht. Don’t even think about it.” Pushing your face away from his shoulder and neck. You wait, then lower your head slowly again only to get pushed again. It becomes a game of sorts, you know if he wanted you to stop he’d say and you would. You got a couple bites in before dissolving into laughter. “You’re so weird.” Eddie says, a chuckle leaving his throat. “Coming up tonight?” He asks as you sit back down. You shouldn’t, you want to. You don’t, you know Skylar needs a charge and the bots understand so you part for the night.

---

It's movie night, something that started without your knowledge. You sat between Volt's legs on the couch head resting on his shoulder while Eddie laid half asleep on the other side of him. You don't think you've seen either of your partners looking this content in awhile. You tried to pay attention. And you got through the first half! But the second half of the movie made you restless biting your tongue, bouncing your foot while you tried to keep yourself from going and finding something else to do or pulling out your phone.

Volts arm is slung across your chest, you study the fabric of his shirt focused on the threads and the bit of exposed skin at his wrist, you bite your lip pulling at the skin feeling the sting as you peel off the dried skin. You lean down, slow. He pushes your face back up. You lean again, push. You fidget in your place and he seems to realize what you were doing. He takes one of the bracelets on his wrist, one that matches your own as well as the necklace that Eddie kept tucked under his shirt at all times. It was made out of a thick piece of blue wire. You took a deep breath as you bit down on it, focusing more on the movie.

When you try to bite him again he doesn't stop you, the bracelet now on your own wrist you leaned down kissing his hand before biting his wrist. He chuckles lowly not wanting to disturb the others. You bite down again before pulling back up and trace patterns on his arm instead. When the credits roll you slide the bracelet back on his wrist and listen to him and Eddie bicker about him falling asleep.

"No I totally watched the whole thing I love..whatever movie that was." Eddie says, running a hand through his sleep mussed hair.

Volt sighs, "Sure Spark." He looks at you with a smile and mouths Feeling better?

You've never been better than you were here and now.

----

It had been a few days since you had realized the two of them.

you expected them to leave, pursue the things they wanted to, relish the freedom you'd given them. That's what everyone else had done.

There was a reason you had waited to do it.

But they didn't leave. And it was strange adjusting to living with them full time rather than seeing them once a day.

You sat in the kitchen watching Eddie cook dinner, when you found an opening you stood, wrapped your arms around him and kissed his jaw with a smile before burying your face in his shoulder. "Hello to you to Live wire." He says glancing at you, he's careful to turn himself in a way that will make it so you don't get popped by the grease from whatever he's making. You respond with a hum and a gentle bite to the shoulder.

When he's done he sets your plate down, calls Volt from the living room and turns you around with a look on his face that you couldn't quite get a read on.

His head hits your shoulder, you sway in the kitchen for a moment before. Bite.

"Did you just-?"

"Bite you? Yeah I did. Should I not have?" You shake your head no at his words, and he looks relieved.

"I'm supposed to bite you not the other way around." You give him a fake pout that he kisses off your face. Volt chuckles from the doorway.

"Am I interrupting?" He says pushing off the wall to hug you from behind. There's silence, nothing but the three of you enjoying the proximity. And then. Bite.

"You motherfucker." You mumble, he does it again, his teeth are sharper than Eddie's are and he's careful not to bite too hard. He knows you well enough to know how much pressure to use.

"Okay okay. Foods gonna get cold cut it out." Eddie pulls away and you giggle as you find your seat. You and Volt make eye contact across the table where you mouth, feel better? He nods shooting you a wink.

You think back to the first time you met them, that feeling you got deep in the pit of your stomach, it never went away, that fluttering you felt. Nor did the urge to bite them when they made you feel too many things.

this is all i could think of while writing this

I LOVE MY BOYFRIENDS WHO ARE ALSO BOYFRIENDS

m.list

[mahalkitamully]

awkward hellos across the room 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: nerd ! Ellie Williams x popular ! reader PT. 1

inspired by teenage dirtbag by wheatus !! also i'm sosososo sorry if this is bad!! i'm fighting for creativity rn, i hope this wasn't weird or funky sounding urrrghghhh

Includes !! : a more stereotypical way of school like imagine 2000s movies iykwim, awkward nerd ellie hehe, popular reader, yayayay

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Ellie Williams wasn’t your most popular student — at least, among the other kids. She’d always be drawing or stuck in a book about whatever science thing she was interested in at the moment. You on the other hand were well known around school. Walking down the halls, you’d hear person after person say hi, even kids you didn’t even know. 

To say Ellie liked you is an understatement. She adored you. Not in a creepy way, but in an ‘I need her so badly, but I’m too afraid to say something, so I’ll giggle over her from afar’ way. All 2 of her friends knew your name. Dina and her would talk about you over a smoke while Jesse just chimed in every now and then. 

All of which leading up to this night. Dina and Ellie were smoking as Jesse watched TV. Ellie was in shambles, wondering whether or not to talk to you. The two of you were acquainted, but she wanted more. She wanted to make you laugh, to know the real you. The only problem was that she didn’t know if you’d pity her, laugh at her, or react in another totally exaggerated way.

 “I’m telling you, you just gotta go up and talk to her, man.” Jesse chuckled, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the couch.

“El, the worst she can say is no-!” Dina laughed at Ellie’s rambling, who was now huffing out smoke and running a hand through her auburn hair.

“Or- Or look at me weirdly. Or never want to be near me. Or publicly embarrass me. Or-” Jesse cut her off, laughing and leaning forward as he rested his arms on his knees. “Look. You’re a cool person, she’s a cool person, you both would be perfect for each other. Me and her talked when we had study hall in the library. She seems like a sweet girl. She wouldn’t publicly embarrass you-!”

. . .

Chemistry was the easiest for Ellie, so she almost always finished. You were walking behind her to put back the goggles when you pointed at one of her doodles. “This is so cute!!” Your voice chimed, gushing over her lazy scribbles on the paper. Ellie looked up at you and mumbled out a thank you, smiling all stupid. She watched as you walked back to your desk, leaving her palms sweating.

At the end of class, you went up to talk to her again. “Ellie- uhm, I was just wondering if you could help me after school with my chemistry work? You’re always done first so uh..” 

Ellie was taken aback, her eyes locked on you. She stood there and fiddled with her bag before actually speaking, her voice a little strained. “Uh- yeah uhm- yeah I can help you after school- Is the- the library ok?” And with your nod, she smiled. “Okay- See you after school then-.”

She rushed to tell Dina, her palms sweaty and her mind racing.

. . .

She sat awkwardly at the table in front of you, doing her own homework as she waited for you to ask another question. It’d been an hour and a half since the two of you got here, and she still hadn’t gathered the courage to say anything.

“Hey Ellie,” Your voice broke the silence, and immediately Ellie’s head perked up to meet your gaze. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“The drawing earlier, who was it?” You tilted your head, fidgeting with your pencil. You didn’t want to make things awkward, but you just wanted to change the mood from strictly educational to friends chilling. If Ellie wanted.

“Oh uhm-” How the hell was she supposed to say it was you? That all over her papers were you, your eyes, your smile, the way your hair curled and complimented your face. “..A- uhm- She’s a character I saw in a comic-.” She stammered out as you nodded with an ‘Oooh.’

The more you two talked, the more she realized y'all had a lot more in common. You were more than the stereotypes usually stuck onto pretty girls in mini skirts and curled hair who were popular among people. You had your own niche tastes, and Ellie felt stupid for not considering the fact that you might've been a little weird like her too.

She also found out that your boyfriend's a dick. And even that's an understatement. Hell he even brought a gun to school. Of course, she was a little disappointed, but knowing you didn't like the way he acted anymore gave her a little hope. That didn't change the fact that she was scared of him. God, he'd kick her ass if he knew the truth.

A few kids walked past and whispered to each other, looking at Ellie before realizing she was with you. A few kids came up and said hi to you, leaving Ellie doodling in her sketchbook awkwardly waiting for them to leave. Other than that, the night was silent.

Once the two of y’all were done, you held your backpack straps tight and smiled at her. “Thank you for helping Ellie, do you think we could try studying together again? You really helped a ton!”

She rubbed the back of her neck as she mumbled out a thank you. “Ah.. It was nothing really-.. And yeah, we could do this again.” Hanging out with you tonight was already stressful enough. She didn’t know what to say, how to act, anything.

As you turned to walk away, her voice called out after you. She speed walked to you awkwardly, fiddling with her backpack straps once more. “Can- Can we uhm- Do you wanna like- Hang out sometime? I uh- know this good burger place that just opened- Me and my friends are gonna go but- but uh, you’re more than welcome to join us- If- if you want, y’know-.” 

Damn, why couldn’t she spit a single sentence out without jumbling her words?

Even after that mess of an invite, she was shocked to hear you say ‘yes.’ And so excitedly.

The two of you walked away feeling a little more accomplished.

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He Goes To Another School, I Swear!

Viktor Krum x Reader

With surprise appearance of best friends Golden Trio!

Sum: You always told everyone your boyfriend was Viktor Krum. Of course no one believed you, even with letters from him. Made you a massive target for bullying. Especially for your looks on why ‘anyone in general’ wanted you. Look at their faces when the Tri Wizard Tournament comes.

Warnings: Bullying, Viktor being the biggest himboist sweetheart ever, long distance relationships

“So how’s your ‘boyfriend’ doing? Hm~?” A girl would cackle at you, before throwing a bread roll at your face. Socked you in the nose. Wasn’t like it hurt, but the intent that she wanted it to was what made that sweet biscuit sting.

No one ever believed you that you said Viktor was your boyfriend. All except Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Made sense they would. Harry bloody potter was all three of your’s best friend. They knew you wouldn’t lie, and were there at the Quidditch Cup.

Who do you think was able to give them all free tickets?

Ron, ever the one to defend his friends, was soon standing up. Ready to throw a full on breakfast at the girl, but Hermione had to yank him back down. As if they needed to lose points, but also she needed to distract her own hands from punching someone all the same. She was a lot more subtle with her rage.

“Just ignore them. They are looking for a fight. Don’t give them the time of day.” Harry would try and comfort you, but damn it gets under your skin. You know you shouldn’t care, that they are just bullies. But it’s still a lot to handle. It makes you go crazy. The human brain can only handle so much. Even with the truth is right there, a million lies can bury everything.

Made you lose your appetite. Not even Fred and George’s latest candy inventions could perk you up.

But Dumbledore could.

“Attention everyone, we have a grand announcement to make! This is the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This is also the year that we have been given the grand honor of hosting it here to Hogwarts. Please, everyone, give a roaring applause to the schools that come.”

That had you perk up a bit. You remember Viktor talking about the tournament. You knew he would try and join. He was such a strong, determined, man. Oh your man was perfect in so many ways. Just so kind, loyal, sweet, sensitive, you could go on for hours about him.

But any chance you could, those damn bullies would step in to fight it.

Said bullies were still being annoying, as the Headmaster would tell everyone to give a warm welcome to Durmstrang. Making mocking kissing faces at you, as they cleaned up their makeup. Wanting to look their best. Just made your blood boil, until you heard the doors open.

There you saw him.

Viktor was leading the parade, next to his headmaster, with an expression that could kill. Face stern, cold, and hard. A man that was ready for war. Had all the girls, and guys, just swooning at such raw power he would display to everyone. This being of pure muscle and fight. Truly what a solider is envisioned.

That’s until his eyes locked with yours.

His face was so quick to soften, and a smile broke through the mask of intimidation. Just this childlike glee was filling those dark eyes, and making them come alive. He was so happy to see you. He nearly stumbled over himself, as he was distracted. Had to get a fellow student to bump his hip to get him back in line.

You couldn’t help yourself in a giggle.

Oh how you couldn’t tear your eyes off him, and how he struggled to focus on his performance. Trying so hard to not let you keep him from his calculated movements. It’s hard though. He was utterly smitten by you, after all. He just couldn’t stop throwing eyes your way.

Shame that your bullies were also in that same direction, and figured his puppy dog eyes were for them.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the girls from that French school come in. Your eyes were meant for Viktor, and his yours. It was all returned in his gesture. Smiling, and just utterly drunk in love for you. Oh how his body itched to move away from where he stood. To come your way and sweep you off your feet.

But a solider does what a solider is ordered.

“Please welcome your new fellow students with open arms, everyone. Treat them as you would with your own. Enjoy your dinner everyone. Be kind, be respectful, and be what you are. Students.” Dumbledore would finish, as Mr. Karkaroff finally dismissed the students.

The way he bolted was truly a statement to his seeker abilities.

“VIKTOR-! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! VIKTOR-!” His fellow Durmstrang students would laugh, as they were very well aware of his pure excitement. His adrenaline just rushing to finally get to you. And NO ONE would get in his way.

Out right said ‘fuck walking around the tables’ he JUMPED from one table to another. Caused quite a scene, and show, but it was entertaining to say the least.

He hadn’t seen you in person in so long. Even the Quidditch Cup wasn’t enough. Could only watch him from the stands, before the Death Eaters showed up. Ruined any chances of you two to hold hands.

Not today.

“INCOMING-!” Harry shouted, as the golden trio made sure to get out of the way. Just in time for you to pretty much be tackled, and scooped into his strong arms. Lifted high into the air like a ballerina, before into a swooping dip. Just so full of kisses.

You swore if he had warn lipstick your face would end up a solid shade.

“VICKY! We’re in public! These are my classmates!” You cackled, as he just wouldn’t stop kissing you. You swore he traded breathing for kisses in that moment. Just unable to let you go, and kept you in a grip like no other. Just kisses, hugs, and Bulgarian chants of pure love.

Your bullies sure were left dropping their goblets at the sight.

“Breathe man, breathe-!” Ron shouted, as he patted the seeker’s back. Just all a cackle with your friends. With Hermione herself smirking, and possibly flipping the assholes off, as Viktor finally calmed down enough to function. Sorta.

You were still in his iron grip, as he snuggled you close. His head buried in your neck, as he kept whispering about how much he missed you and loved you. It was just endless affection, and you were so happy to get it.

“You are playing this up, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, as he gave a deep chuckle into your flesh. Had a shiver run down your body, as he laced his fingers with yours. There to compare hands.

“What? Me? Pretend to act a certain way in the public eye for the paparazzi and reporters to eat up? Never.” He would play his sarcasm well, before he planted another sweet kiss to your cheek. Just left you so giggly, as you two finally sat down. Well, more so you snuggled in his lap as he kept praising you in affection.

The students at Hogwarts sure learned a valuable lesson that day.

Don’t fuck with someone who has a Durmstrang boyfriend.

[raven-dor]

modern! jacaerys velaryon leaves you a drunk voicemail - drabble #1

i love modern jace imagines, so i thought i'd contribute to this important pillar of society - 💗 fluff, he's such a man (compliment) i wish he was real, no bad blood between the cousins, they love each other and all is well, italics imply the voicemail speaking, fantastic fluff nonsense word count: 709

"Darling, light of my life..."

You giggled, shaking your head as you played the voicemail on full blast, much to the horror of the now very sober man beside you.

"I miss you."

"You missed me." You smirked, elbowing your boyfriend's arm. "How sweet."

"Stop being so smart and-" He hiccuped. "And come drink! Come drink, Aemond misses you. Says he needs someone of moderate intelligence to get through the night." He sounded annoyed. "I think he was trying to compliment you? Whatever." You now assumed this was when your endearing boyfriend started reprimanding his cousin. "I got higher scores on all our GCSEs, Aemond!"

Aemond laughed. "Sure-"

"I did!" Jace put his focus back on his phone. "Anyways, sweetheart. I assume you either fell asleep or, unfortunately, are still studying." He sighed. "Why am I even asking? I know you're studying, you always are." He was frowning, you were sure of it, you could picture the adorable crease on his forehead. "You have to take care of yourself, my love."

Your cheeks felt hot, and you shoved your face in Jace's chest. "You're so cheesy."

"What can I say?" He laughed. "I love you."

"Jace!" Luke's voice was distant, full of attitude. "Stop bothering-"

"I'm not bothering!" He yelled back. "I'm just saying how much I love-"

"Alright, lover boy." Luke snatched the phone from his brother's hand. "Sorry about him, you know how he gets. Don't worry, I'll get him back home safe."

He was a better brother than most. You were grateful for him, for getting Jace as far as your shared apartment. Once Jace drunkenly unlocked the door, Luke left him on the couch, saying that he'd be fine.

You would say he was, especially after he got some tender love and care (coffee and multiple chocolate croissants).

"Aegon!" Luke yelled. "Have anything to say to the voicemail?"

"Yeah, yeah."

You could only imagine the older boy's demeanor. He was probably piss drunk, far surpassing Jace in his state.

"You have him wrapped around your finger, love. I bet-" He laughed. "Bet you could tell Jace to jump off a cliff and he would."

You rolled your eyes at the boy's statement.

"What an interesting image you've just painted." It sounded like Luke held a similar sentiment toward that comment. "Time to go. Say goodbye, Jace."

"Bye, lovely lover of mine!"

You turned your phone off, staring at your boyfriend, eyes full of admiration. "You're sappy when you're drunk."

He shrugged. "Is it so bad that I wanted to talk to you? That I enjoy hearing your voice?"

You wiggled your eyebrows, teasing him mercilessly. "You like me, you wanna kiss me, you wanna-"

"Alright, enough of that." He groaned, pulling you into his chest. "You know I more than like you." He groaned, pulling you into his chest. "I really am a messy drunk."

You nodded, tracing shapes on his chest. "You are, yeah."

"Hey!" He laughed. "You're supposed to lie to me, y'know."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Your Highness." You giggled. "Next time, I'll try and remember."

"Hopefully, there is no next time."

"Is this a bad time to remind you of Aegon's birthday next week?"

He grumbled, ignoring your reminder. "How'd studying go?"

"Fine." You smiled. "You're sweet for thinking of me."

"I always think of you." He kissed your temple.

"Gods, if you keep speaking like this, I might have no other choice but to kiss you senseless."

"Ew." He wrinkled his nose. "Please don't, I hate kissing y-" You jumped up, attacking his lips. He smiled into the kiss, rolling over so that you were beneath him. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?"

You shook your head, your cheeks on fire from his attention. "I don't think so."

"How terrible of me." He'd almost achieved his mission of kissing you when you stopped him, frowning. "What, what is it?"

"We have dinner plans with your mother at 6."

"What time is it?" He refused to give up, watching as you checked your watch, and frowning when you frowned.

"It's a quarter till."

"Shit." He kissed you quickly, jumping off the bed. "Just you wait until later."

You shook your head, giggling as he jumped into his pants. "I’m counting down the minutes, lovely lover of mine."

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[avaawritess]

Delicate-by Taylor swift😛

Honorable mentions

18- one direction

Shameless- Camilla Cabello

Aged up college au

Childhood friends to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, female reader,lowkey short

Spotify

Apple Music

Fluff, angst,smut

Warnings: Rough sex, desperate Bakugo, praise kink,overstimulation, pussy drunk Bakugo, missionary,aftercare😁

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Bakugo had a very huge reputation not in the best way a lot of times. Most it was he was too rough, too cold, too...mean. At least that's how others see it, see him. They don't see the soft, sweet version he rarely shows.

How he gets you your favorite chocolates when your on your period or will go out of his way to get multiple boxes of pads and tampons just because he didn't know which one you used (he got regular and heavy flow and MAXIMUM) what the hell was maximum he thought. "Tch I don't think she needs all this" he mutters to himself as he willingly checks it all out bringing five hundred bags of just stuff you crave and need.

Your eyes lit up and he got the fluttering feeling he grew used to assuming it was happiness to see you happy.

Never understanding that it was because you're genuinely his favorite person to be with.

One time you two were at the fair. He was dragged along but came just to see the bright smile take place on your soft lips. Oh how he adored the way your eyes shone with sparkles which he thought he was hallucinating and grumbled looking away.

You both were walking around as you talked about recent drama at the college and how your friends boyfriends acted and how they made you mad. He really didn't care, he just liked hearing you talk with that sweet melodic tone.

"Hey let's go on that one" you pointed at a large rollercoaster. "No," he said with a straight face. Before a pout took place of that bright smile,"why not?" You asked and he sighed knowing you,"because you'll get sick after the first drop and after I'll have to get you a water and we wouldn't ride anymore rides" he says.

You pout grumbling incoherent words, that was until he let out a reluctant sigh,"fine but if your dumbass gets sick don't complain to me" he grumbles crossing his strong arms, his back muscles flexing in the light.

He was right, obviously. The first drop didn't do you justice your stomach curling uncomfortably with the taste of disgust lingering on the edge of your tongue.

Well he was right to an extent he would definitely help you. He was worried to no end rushing and barking orders to people that you were gonna die (you weren't) and finally he got you water with a cold rag. "Fucking dipshits wouldn't get out of my way acting like their dip n' dots was more important than my... I mean you" he grumble shutting up as he placed the cold rag on your forehead letting you sip from the water.

You both obviously left no more rollercoasters just as he said but he would do anything to see your smile so he'd do anything in a heartbeat even if it was for a second he saw your eyes lighting up in delight.

He dropped you off at your shared apartment with Mina. He carried you bridal style making sure you were okay and whispering comfort words in your ear as he held you and your water bottle in his arms.

Mina opens the door surprised seeing a worried Bakugo holding an almost passed out y/n,"What happened?" She asked opening the door wider. Bakugo stepped in setting you on the couch comfortably pulling blanket over you tenderly. His eyes flashed with care and adoration as he placed your belongings on the side table with your water bottle.

"She got sick at the fair" he said shortly, dryly as if Mina didn't deserve his time. She looked at him deadpanned as an annoyed sigh left her lips. Glancing at you she notices you're asleep so when Bakugo goes to leave she stops him,"you ever gonna confess or what you two are in this push pull type of situation like you should just ask her out" she said seriously a small grin tugging her lips upward as she noticed Bakugo stiffen.

He turned slowly glaring at her with a hushed whisper he talked back,"what the fuck are you on about pinky" he says almost defensively.

"You know you treat her differently than anyone, your softer it's kinda sweet in a way...a weird disgusting hopelessly In love way" she says humming loving the way she got flustered almost proving her theory right.

"Tch just shut up you don't know what you're talking about" he said grumpily before storming away before she could say more to actually get him thinking.

He thought he was safe honestly, that he could keep this whole charade of just friends. But his friends had another idea in mind.

He was so fucked.

A couple weeks later they all sat in the cafeteria chatting and catching up while he texted you since you were in your lecture missing lunch.

This freaking sucks she's talking about chemical bonds are super important remember all of them! As if I haven't already who does she think I am stupid?? :(

She's probably mad that a 23 year old is smarter than her 63 year old ass.

Don't call her that >:( but I totally agreee she's so uptight

He smiled softly chuckling to himself, the group turned their heads to him in surprise.

"Did he just laugh?"Denki asked quietly chewing on a snack,"Forget that he's smiling so big I think he's constipated" Kirishima whispers back all of them indulged in the way Bakugo was texting back with so much speed.Mina sat in the corner a smirk plastered on her face cause she knew why he was smiling.

"Our boys in love with his best friend" Mina says loud enough to make Bakugo look up and stiffen the group looked surprised. "YOURE GAY?!!" Denki yelled before Mina hushed him but before Bakugo could speak Kirishima cut him off,"dude you should've told me you liked Midoriya" not knowing it was his other best friend.

Bakugo just groaned telling them to quiet down before he blasts them."No his other best friend y/n" Mina grinned. "I don't like her she's just a friend pinky" Bakugo glared but before Kirishima hooted,"oh no dude your whipped I was confused if it was midoriya but y/n makes more sense your always staring at her like she hung the moon and stars"

He glared fiercely, silently threatening them as they wore shit eating grins snickering like middle school girls.

After that incident he really started to think back, did he really like you?

I mean he did like the way you smiled, they you laughed, the way your eyes twinkled with amusement from a crappy dad joke, the way you'd smile when talking about anything and everything, and it was all for him.

It was his to have.

But he was scared that's what you didn't want that you didn't like him or even see him the same so he did something any stubborn scared person would do.

Push the person they care about the most the farthest away from them to just have space to think correctly.

At first you took it well assuming he was going through something. But the longer it dragged out the more you worried.

Had you have done something?

You're more sure, you don't remember offending him or anything, fuck the last you saw him you both got coffee together like usual.

So what was going on?

Soon it affected your mood and how you dealed with anything and everything. Mina was the first to notice the tension, the drift between you two that was so out of the blue. She noticed how sad and gloomy you were, to how you stopped attending lectures Bakugo would usually scold you for skipping.

She knew you loved him genuinely.

Even though you never voiced it, she knew just how much he meant to you. And how affected you seriously were.

Finally you had enough, after a month of silent treatment and vague conversations. Your heart burned with pain and heartache as you finally gathered the courage to knock two firm knocks on his apartment door.

It was raining outside, cold, gloomy, the raindrops dripping slowly down the window as if trying to hang on to the one surface they could be on.

As if once they fell that was the end, and maybe you were scared that was gonna be you and Bakugo soon.

Like the raindrops, you were scared he was your surface and you were the raindrops. Holding onto something that will never be enough to hold you, to support you.

After some time that felt like long torturous hours,your heart in your throat.

He opened the door, his hair frizzled and down far from his usual spiky proud look. He had intense eye bags, wearing a crumpled up t-shirt and sweatpants that had stains on them. You glanced inside his once clean apartment that held opened cans of soda and food lying around as if he couldn't sleep.

"Are you okay?" You managed to croak, "yes I'll be fine you can go" he says shortly as if too scared to say too much.

He tries to close the door but you stopped in your lip trembling in fear,"did I do something, I'm sorry.....I...I'm so sorry" you said fear taking over as your voice cracked.

He looks up at you eyes wide with suprise as he looks away the fear in your eyes eating him away as he feels so guilty, frustration building.

You mumbled out apologies one after the other as you ramble on about what you could do better and how you'd improve. God, sometimes he hated when you rambled talking down on yourself as if your nothing but a mouse to him.

"Shut up" he says lowly but you kept going and his frustration snapped it at you but himself,"shut up" he said yelling fingers entangled in his hair pulling the roots to bring him pain as if to forget the way his heart aches in sadness for you.

You go silent watching him fight his internal battles inside his head. "I'm not...shit.. I'm not mad at you I'm mad at me" he says his voice croaking going down an octave.

You stood there scared,"Fuck...shitty hair and pinky were right...I fucking like you... like a lot like so fucking much I want to kill every person who looks at you wrong... I hate that stupid smile that you give me and how I get so giddy over your fucking adorable laugh and just how you brighten the room..brighten the world with your smile it makes me feel shit I'm not used to" he says spitting out a confession he never meant to.

"I just used to think it was cause we were child hood friends but I don't do any of this shit for Deku or stupid raccoon eyes" he says.

"But fuck I like you..love you even your the most important person in my life an I...I don't know what'd do without you" he says the words weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The silence ate him apart as he stood there silently.

His heart was laid out, bare, raw, and vulnerable just for you.

"I..love...you too" you said slowly loo trembling a smile taking a hold of your lips. Fuck his heart ramped up seeing it greave your lips like a blessing meant just for him.

He stepped forward looking down at you adoration filling his face with a hint of desire glinting in his eyes. You felt his breath fan over your lips. They parted, heart racing.

"Can I...kiss you?" He asked hungrily. Fuck he would've loved to just devour you right then and there but hearing your consent he was fucking hard from that thought of you trusting and telling him what you want.

Your lips purse together scared before nodding slowly and as you did his lips crashed onto yours, making you le to a sharp gasp he ate with delight.

His fingers dug into your hips while your hands held his face.

He pulled you into his apartment lips never leaving yours as he shut and locked his apartment door pushing you up against it.

"Fuck your beautiful" he said huskily glancing over your flushed features the way your chest heaved up and down from how intense he was. Just from the look you gave him he felt his balls tighten already needing to cum but he'd save that for you.

"Fuck come on gorgeous" he says gently leading you to his bedroom before pushing you up against his door not waiting any longer,lips clashing with yours as if to memorize your mouth.

He presses flush against you making oh squirm from his overwhelming body heat. "Fuck" he groaned against your lips.

"Tell me what you want" he says hoarsely his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You bite your lip shyly,"u-um I want you" you say. He grins almost teasingly,"well I hope so beautiful but what do you want me to do" he hums patiently.

You grumble embarrassed, "I want you to eat me out" you said glancing away as he grinned proudly, kissing you once more before pushing you lightly on the bed.

He smiles as he left small love bits in your jaw as he helped you undress, finally after years he pulls off of you to see your gorgeous body beneath him,"fuck look at you, so ready for me so beautiful" he says leaving kisses down your neck to your collarbone across your perky breast teasing the area around your nipple before going down your soft stomach and down to the inside of your thigh.

Your legs tried to clench to hide yourself from him as he hummed as if disappointed,"no sweetheart, imma need you to stay open for me" he says.

You whimper embarrassingly as you glanced away from him, he took a long lick of your cunt. "Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours" he demands grinning against your cunt as you listen.

He hums making you squirm from the vibration. He ate you out slowly teasingly, as if to make you beg for something he'd wait to give.

He slowly got faster tounge delving into your slick folds. Earning loud moans and meals from your pretty mouth.

His thumb teased your clit going fast before going slow earnings a frustrated huff from you that almost made him laugh at how needy you were .

He loved seeing you squirm and look at him with those lust-filled eyes begging him for more.

Your hands dug into his head gripping his hair as if to pull you down back to reality. Earning a groan against your wet juicy cunt as he went faster bringing you closer to your climax.

Finally you came but he didn't stop his rough tongue dragging out your orgasm.

He grinned watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He softly laughed lapping up your juices from his chin and around his mouth.

"Fuck beautiful you did so well but come on you can give me another one right?" He hums almost evilly. Forcing tow digits into your sopping wet cunt.

Earning a loud mewl from you. As he slowly fully pulled the out before shoving them back in."Look at you so willing to take my fingers pretty girl" he hums satisfied. Before picking up his pace using his thumb to push down on your clit earning more pleasure from you. He could tell you were close again from the way your velvety walls clinched onto his fingers.

"Fuck princess cum for me, come on my fingers with your pretty cunt"

Once he said that you let out a loud moan he slowly thrusted them in praising you, "how about one more princess" he kissed your temple. It in fact was not one more but three leaving you trembling and overstimulated.

He grinned at his artwork sucking your juices away from his fingers tasting you. Before kissing you so you'd taste yourself.

Tears pooled your eyes from exhaustion and the overstimulation.

"Just one more baby I know your tired but I mean it" he says humming pulling off his pants and his boxer revealing his hard fat cock as it slapped onto your stomach.

Your stomach curled with pleasure at the sight, but too overstimulated to care.

You let out a noise as if to say fine. He hummed happily a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

As he rubbed his dick up and down your folds lubricating it with your juices making you whine and whimper.

Finally he looked at you for the go ahead still wanting you consent not wanting to push boundaries.

You nodded your lip trembling,"hey it's okay sweetheart I'll be slow...that is if you want that"

He said that as he slowly pushed in his breath becoming ragged letting out a grunt of satisfaction as he pushed himself all the way in.

Fuck he loved your pussy it was so sweet and fit him so well.

He waited for your nod before slowly thrusting in and out. Pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in earning loud moans from you.

You let out babbles as you force yourself to say "faster" it came out more strained then you meant.

He nodded before listening to your demand going faster pistoning in and out of your greedy cunt.

He let his head fall back as his hips set a bruising pace against your sensitive hips."Fuck sweetheart your perfect" he grunts while you let out more rambles that fall silent and drool leaves the corners of your mouth.

Finally his thrusts became sloppy and he pulled out dumping his seed all over your stomach before laying on top of you both of your chest heaving sweaty bodies conjoining as one.

"Fuck you did so welll for me" he hums giving you a slow sweet kiss. Before rolling off,"come on let's get you cleaned up" he says dragging you to the bath cleaning both of your dirty bodies off as you two softly tiredly chat earning soft laughter and smiles from one another.

Once you two were finished you layer in his arms as he put on one of your favorite romance movies on,"shit this is fucked yo after we had sex" he groans into your hair as he kisses your head,"but y/n will you be my girlfriend" he asks shyly his ears tinting pink.

You smile softly laughing at his awkwardness,"yes I will" you hum nuzzling closer to him hungry for his warmth.

He grunts,"idiot" he says before softly smiling kissing your head once more.

Maybe he was a rough cold guy but he just needed his own person to love to take down those walls. At least that's what he thought.

Bonus scene

"YOUR TOGETHER" Mina shouts letting the whole campus know as you two sat side by side his arm wrapping around your shoulder pulling you closer.

Bakugo ignores her eating his lunch silently letting the chaos unfold.

"You two fucked didn't you?" Denki asked a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You both stiffened your face red and well Bakugo shot him a glare.

He laughed,"what it's not my fault I can basically feel the pheromones and testosterone in the air, so how was it y/n Bakugo rough in the sheets?" He ask grinning before earning a smack from Bakugo himself.

You were so flustered you groaned and nuzzled your face into Bakugo chest hiding yourself. "Shut up Denki and none of you better tease her or I will fucking blast you into fucking oblivion" he threatens.

"And here I thought he'd change but no" Kirishima said before grinning,"we get it bakubro we're happy for you "he says.

Denki snickers,"yea for growing a pair and listening to us" and before he knew it Bakugo blasted him away from the table.

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Authors note

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

[bbkoolkatz]

REupload!!!

synopsis: thirsting over a gym pic they posted lol

including: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T. Amajiki, H. Sero, K. Takami, T. Todoroki/Dabi, T. Shigaraki, H. Toga, O. Uraraka, M. Ashido, M. Yaoyorozu, N. Hado, R. Usagiyama/Mirko.

*in all might's voice* EAT THIS!📱

MDNI!!!

mlist!

[catiuskaa]

𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

sum. felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

wc. 1.1k

cw. fluff! so many feels, my teeth are rotten after this

req! by my wifey @/stayconnecteed right here. won’t tag you twice cause you’re in the taglist lol. loved your idea! i’m so soft for felix ㅠㅠ<3

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When he wakes up, the first thing Felix does is move his body right next to yours.

He basks in your now shared warmth with his eyes closed, and he smiles giddily, knowing that he isn’t hugging you so closely and tangling his legs around yours because of how cold he may or may not be. His hand slithers between your head and your pillow, and he can’t help but letting his heart flutter and creep with cheeky jealousy at the thought of your scent lingering in the bedsheets for days. He hopes his leaves a mark. But if it doesn’t, he’s free to come back whenever —your words, not his— and he sighs happily, still a bit sleepy.

With you now right where he knows you belong, not bothering if his arm will start to feel numb, he traces the outline of your face with his eyes, carving your face deep into his memory. Shyly, when he notices you stir awake, he closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He can’t know what you’ll do, and the thought has him weirdly on edge. But his heart swoons when the next thing he feels is your arms around his torso. Your nose brushes against his, and the effort he makes to keep pretending to be asleep —merely to see what you’d do, now more out of curosity than anything— and not let his breath hitch or the smile creep up his face is harder than he once would’ve thought.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

It’s a whisper that falls from your lips and strokes his whole body. It’s the first time he wakes up right by your side, and he already feels like he’s conquered the entire world. He’s just woken up, and whatever you two have got going on has been going on for a couple months now.

But today, this morning —your first morning— somehow feels different.

He’s a bit cheeky, and he doesn’t want to yet open his eyes again, loving how unrestrained your hands linger on him. He loves how your hands find home on the small dent of his waist, and almost as cheeky as him, you move his shirt up, just enough to trail shapes on the small parts of now visible creamy skin. He loves how it may seem like the paths your fingers create are mindless, almost an excuse to keep your hands on him, but as he holds back a smile, he can notice that you’re doodling on his back. Little stars that he knows can’t compare to those up in the sky, because those don’t tickle like how yours do, they don’t make you get as close to him like how yours do, they don’t make his heart flutter and swoon and giggle like how you do.

And —what he feels like it’s the most important relasation he’s had in the past ten or so minutes he’s been awake— he doesn’t love them as much as he loves you.

He notices how your fingers turn soft and tender, the pointy sides of a star changing to rounder shapes, and he’s putty in your hands, because those are shy and cute little hearts.

You sigh and move away from him, and before he can even open his eyes to pull you back, his still allegedly asleep figure gets a sheepish kiss from you.

It’s weird, because he’s kissed you so many times before, but this is different. It’s different, he knows, because for more than just the second the peck lasted before he hears the door in the room creak and your steps dim as you head somewhere else in your appartment, the room falls away. There’s nothing else there except the ghost of the touch of your lips against his, and how his heart keeps missing beats and his hands tickle to bring you back and closer to him.

His eyes are open, and his hand moves to his lips, in a daze as Felix feels his cheeks blushing like crazy. His heart is shortcircuiting, screaming at him, and his brain can’t understand it, because it just feels like he isn’t its owner anymore. He wants to move from the bed and run to you, and then you’d hug him too, traicing the same little shapes as before, and while you hug, your hearts as close as they can be, not minding all the flesh and blood and bones in between as yours calms his, and it’s so wild and unrestrained that he feels the need to give it to you.

“Take my heart, take it.” He’d say in a murmur. “I’m afraid of it, of how desperately it wants to consume you and devour you whole. Take it, because it’s yours and it feels like nothing without you, and replace it with something easier to understand.”

The scent of tea and honey wakes him up from his day dreaming, and your silhouette comes back, and you smile when you notice he’s up, his eyes locked on yours.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Felix giggles, turning back to his side as you leave your hot tea on your bedside table and lay back into bed.

You chuckle too, sighing in deep comfort when his arms surround you again.

“Good sleep?” You ask giggling, your hands stroking his face. Best sleep, he doesn’t say. “You’ve got marks of the pillow all over your face.”

“Well, how do you know you don’t have them too?” He teases menacingly. He knows that you haven’t looked yourself by how your eyes widen softly, and he rapidly cages you against him.

“Lix, let me go check!” You laugh, failing to move away from his embrace.

“Nope. You’re staying with me, wrickles and all.”

It’s a battle of whose’s laugh makes them weaker first, and judging by how you relax and giggle gently, he’s the winner for this one.

His eyes glow as he stares at you, and you can’t stop giggling, seeing the stars you doodled on him before stare back at you, posing as freckles on his face and as shimmers in his eyes. You kissed him before leaving, risking waking him up to release the wave of affection that crashed against you when he was the first thing you saw to start your day. A small liberty that compares in the slightest to how he kisses you now.

And you both keep laughing, laughing as you kiss each other, and none of you can make up something better than the taste of the other’s laugh in you mouths.

Then you sigh, and lean you forehead against his. You’d kiss each and every one of his freckles without him asking, as if every fiber of your being was dying because it makes you feel alive, stronger than you’ve ever felt and it’s home, and it’s then and only then when you feel it with such a raw tinge to it that you can’t hold it back anymore.

And neither can he.

“I love you.” you both blurt out, a first time of many.

You both stay there, waiting for the world to catch up and keep spinning.

“Pancakes?” You mumble on his lips, your smile never faltering.

“God, you’re an angel.” He giggles, so, so, so in love.

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kats, who now feels so fucking lonely, need me a Felix ffs.

catiuskaa, september 2024 ©

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