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obey me! brothers x f!reader. just a vv short piece, not proofread (we die like flies here), it's a crackfic, and just... enjoy!

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standing across the room, hands desperately tugging on the fitted shirt you had on.

it was hot outside. very hot.

and you hate how you could feel sweat cling to your skin, hate how the shirt just amplifies the feeling of being sticky and stinky.

"fuck devildom summer. i curse you to hell and back. i fucking hate you" you grumbled, turning your fan on to its highest setting, adding up to your frustrations how your ac just won't work right. giving up, you rushed outside with a fan in hand.

you hoped that the living room is cold by now, not bearing the heat any longer. there was a newly installed—scratch that— there were two newly installed air conditioners in the living room. "it must be cold now, it should be cold." you mumbled to yourself. surely enough, the brothers were all sprawled out too, the cool air from the ac's doing its job right.

but there's still one problem.

you didn't change your shirt. it was still sweaty. it still clung to your skin. you feel like passing out from the light pressure it applies on your chest. or... you were just being dramatic.

you weren't.

the heat, sweat, and the tightness of your shirt made you wish that you could just shrink your boobs and maybe regrow them out—maybe solomon knows of a trick like that. exasperated, you sighed while taking refuge by mammon's side.

you took a second to look at each of their faces, surprisingly, there were no scrunched eyebrows, clenched jaws, and tightened fists.

everyone was just... chilling. except for you.

"what's got you in a sour mood?" lucifer asked, taking everyone's attention away from what they were doing to your scrunched eyebrows, crossed arms, and pouting lips. a chorus of 'ooh yeah, what happened?' and 'oh no' were heard through the living room.

staying with them for months now gave you another sense of comfortable. you didn't hesitate, you didn't bite back what you wanted to say—you just went for it.

"they said having big boobs will solve all my problems. fuck no, i can feel the sweat pool up under my fucking boobs." you grumbled, shifting your arms under your chest just to relieve some of that annoying feeling.

"but it solves all of our problems!" mammon exclaimed, the others happily agreeing.

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bout to make a series of short one shots abt bakugou that r purely heart wrenching

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part of you knew that you loved bakugo as much as he did.

a/n: party 4 u has been on repeat for the past few days and i kept on longing for something that wasn't there y'know... it just felt like i'm desperate to unlearn something and my frustrations led me to writing this goooddamn awful one-shot. buuuut! i hope you'll enjoy this one!

inspired by the thought that party 4 u will be the last song bakugo has in his queue list while he’s kissing you feverishly.

it feels like everything—all at once.

you feel the desperation when he holds you closer by the nape, the fear of being done as his other hand grips your cheek, the love as he loosens his hold, and the quiet surrender to yearning as his lips quiver against yours.

he was supposed to be content with loving you from afar. content with looking at you through hazy clouds, learning everything about you through his friends. he spent years studying your habits, casually lending a hand so you could do all of it with ease.

he loved you in his own way.

silence engulfed the classroom as you held a bouquet that was left on your desk, a small black card with orange linings tucked inside—carrying three words that struck your most hidden feelings.

you felt it.

everything, all at once.

but you couldn’t feel happy. not when the weight of the card held you down, grounded and unmoving, wishing this wasn’t real.

you wanted to cancel your trip to the united states.

you wanted to bail on the hero company that scouted you.

you wanted to drop to your knees and beg time to stop—to go back, to tell him how you really feel, how you noticed the way he loves you, and to ask him to seal it.

god, you would’ve done anything.

a polite tap on your shoulder disrupted you from spiraling further. the sweet scent lingering from the hand that lay on your shoulder was enough to tell you who was behind you.

“katsuki…” you whispered, not having the heart to face him.

“it’s okay. you don’t have to look at me. ’s okay, i swear.” his voice was uncharacteristically soft as he moved around to stand in front of you.

“it’s not okay, kats! i wanted what we had to be more. i yearned for it, i ached for it—i, i just want to be yours, katsuki… i really do.” your voice cracked around the edges, like it had finally given up trying to sound okay. like it was scared of what came next. there was an ache in your chest, a tremble in the air between you and bakugo, a sense of dread in the seconds you desperately clung to.

the weight of feeling his warmth.

the weight of feeling his love.

the weight of leaving all of this in the past, because it was too late—you were just too late.

your eyes settled on his. and you both just stood there, staring. mirroring each other’s thoughts, the tears threatening to spill.

you didn’t speak. you didn’t need to.

you just stepped forward and kissed him. because god knows if this is the last time. if there’ll ever be a next time or if this will all fade into the kind of memory you’ll try to claw your way back to.

it took him three years to muster up the courage to tell you how he really feels. it took you three years to admit that you felt the same. and now? there’s no softening the fall.

the kiss didn’t feel like the ones you watch in the movies. no.

it was a kiss laced with finality. laced with goodbye. laced with the quiet surrender of everything you could’ve had.

it was a kiss that hurt. a kiss that couldn’t mend two broken hearts. a kiss that couldn’t wake a sleeping princess. it's a kiss that's meant to break your bones with its fall, reckless, unkind, and hot.

oxygen is but a myth as your lips crashed again desperately with force, the salty taste of tears slipping in between, and the quiet ache of keeping it all together.

it feels like everything, all at once.

as time seemingly stopped, your foreheads were touching. both eyes pinned to the floor, the edges of your fingers aching to touch his.

"you need to go y/n. the plane... it.. it won't wait for you, y'know." bakugo whispered, feeling his body's weight shift closer to yours.

you didn’t mind when his tears soaked your shoulder. they left a stain. and it'll serve as a constant reminder that the kind of love you longed for passed you by too late.

"i'm glad it was you katsuki."

"hmm?"

"i'm glad my heart loved you more than it loved myself katsuki. i'm really glad."

stepping away from his body felt like death.

it felt like a part of you died and buried itself where you stood. you turned around, leaving katsuki without anything but the silent reminder that you loved him too.

you walked away without looking back, and he waited for you to close the door with his eyes closed, feeling how it all ended so quickly without the chance of trying.

you left, knowing that he loved you.

and he's leaving, knowing that you loved him too.

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IDKK ABT UU but i suddenly thought abt this n idk gow to put it into words. i'm struggling i'm shaking gilmfmfmf but..

NSFW. AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS, DO NOT PROCEED OR INTERACT!

all characters mentioned in this work are in the appropriate age

aamon was never allowed to be as free-spirited as gusion, his brother so to keep his image bright and free of taint— aamon had to let you go.

what he never expects is to hear your voice from gusion's room, moaning for his brother to ruin you. to fuck you, and to make use of you as if you were nothing but his toy.

it was wrong that aamon decided to stand outside his brother's room and listen to the noises you made. especially when he was the first one to let you go;

envy rushed through his blood, a tent forming on his sleeping trousers as he was supposed to retire to his quarters after a round of double checking the manor. it nearly disgusted him knowing that even the slightest change of tone in your voice can set him off like an alarm. his mind pondered.

it was really wrong... yet it feels good. it feels good that in this way, even when the view's blocked by the massive door, aamon could still dream of having you in his bed again.

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okay! to bless my mlbb x reader tag, please please choose two prompts that i should work on so i can release some for this week.

i'll do my best in writing these prompts but i'm pretty sure they'd end up as short imagines/headcannons. making a series would take a very long time since the new semester's coming up, and i'm also grinding atm (hello mythic placement :p)— also! lmk if there are any specific heroes you'd like to be included in the hcs. g'night lovers! i'm off to sleep hehe

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HOLD ONNNN i played angela today 3 times in a row and suddenly ✨ HC w the junglers n their supp partner?? OKAY LEMME WRITE THAT ONE

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why do you all ban nolan 😞 (i don't use nolan btw) he's so hot??

im back from the dead i hate mlbb so much

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UHMMM can i just say?? aamon is smart smart but he's literally the dumbest little softie for his partner ☝️ like, he goes 'huh??' everytime his partner subtly drops hints about something and it's so endearing bc only you got to see his little side.

i love aamon so much!

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im back from the dead i hate mlbb so much

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does anyone play MLBB here,, i wanna make some MLBB imagines lllol

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okay okay

MC is loaded, really really rich y'know! so when mammon got into trouble in a casino in the human realm, MC would just stroll into the police station and pay for his bail with a bouquet of flowers. i'm betting that this happened more than once already so when mammon refuses to take the flowers, MC would just say something along the lines of "you'd still be in jail without me so accept the fucking flowers." with a pretty smile on their face

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i understand xuan ji

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pei ming would definitely be the type to fuck his fling with their face harshly shoved unto a pillow which is why he can't really remember their faces most of the time 😜

pei ming give me one fucking chance please

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pei ming give me one fucking chance please

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i wanna write angst but idk if i should do lucifer or asmo 😭

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ALSO zagan is SO cute i wanna gobble his cheeks 🙁

playing through H chapters in WHB makes me giggle and kick my feet like a girly girl im going to crh

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playing through H chapters in WHB makes me giggle and kick my feet like a girly girl im going to crh