#DO NOT get me started on the forced strained relationship between hero and normal!

[uncannydanny666]

as an eldest daughter myself, learning of the weight hero has had to carry on her shoulders and having no support system hit me really hard. sure it’s not quite the same (i didn’t have a chaos god i had to look forward to defeating) but that eldest daughter trauma is so real and so universal! i want to rip my throat out just thinking about what hero mustve felt all these years. my soul and heart hurt so much for her. i will fist fight sparrow and lark and rebecca myself!

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Brother! Tamaki Amajiki x Female! Sister! Reader

CW: yandere, incest, stealthing, con to noncon, quirk play, riding, manipulation, possessiveness, slight angst, implied kidnapping

AN: thank you to @suzuki-violin-school for beta reading!! @sightoru @bonesoftheimpala come get y’all juice

You always had a strange relationship with your big brother, seeming to be just a touch close for your parent’s liking. But the pair of you never paid too much mind to it. Something about it just felt natural and right. You were thick as thieves, always confiding and comforting each other when no-one else seemed well enough to do the job.

When you ran to your brother’s house the second your first boyfriend broke up with you for a completely arbitrary reason, leaving you to cry on your nii-san’s shoulder to deal with your heartache.

“I told you he was no good for you, bunny. I knew from the start that something was wrong with him. There’s no one that’s good enough for my baby sister.”

Then it happened again. And again. And again, until it seemed like every partner you’ve ever had lost interest after the first few months of your relationship. It was devastating to feel unloved and unwanted, but at least you had your big brother to make everything better. Tamaki always reminded you how much he loved you, how smart and intelligent you were, how anyone would be lucky to have you, and the people who have dumped you were complete fools to not see what a gem you were.

And anyone would be lucky to have your big brother; you reminded him as well. The number seven pro hero who had finally blossomed into a confident, top-tier hero with a heart of gold. He was so strong, not to mention a heartthrob. Maybe it felt wrong to be jealous of the attention he gets from the media for his work along with his looks. Still, maybe it was because you knew better than anyone else that one day, the devotion he showed towards you would be the devotion he showed towards his own partner.

Not that you ever planned to tell him you didn’t want his undivided attention to be cast elsewhere, but just like everything else about your relationship, it flowed out naturally when you were crying about your recent first date that had ghosted you after dinner.

“Tama-nii, I’m never going to find someone! Why does no one want me?”

You sobbed into his chest, clinging to him like you did when you were a child, searching for the lost innocence of your youth in his arms. His strong hands embraced you without question, without judgment, as he kissed the top of your head tenderly while shushing you gently.

“Oh, bunny. That’s not true at all-”

What could he know about your struggle? The media treats him like the very man who hung the stars in the sky, and how could you blame them? He was the moon, the very embodiment of tenderness that waxes and wanes with a gentle, shimmering brilliance that you can’t help but hide in the shadows of.

“Yes, it is! What could you possibly know of not being wanted when you’re just going to end up leaving me like everyone else does?” His silence spoke louder than your own sobbing. “One day, you’ll find someone and leave me to be alone again because no one wants me!”

His hand, that touch you’ve become so familiar with, gently strokes your lower back.

“Who said I don't want you? You're making assumptions, little bunny.”

His words tickled your ear, got your heart racing as he quelled your cries of anguish. “Because I certainly do.”

Nimble fingers tilted your chin up to meet his soft gaze, lust clouding his eye like the calm before the storm.

“B-But not like that-”

“Exactly like that.”

His words lit a fire in your core, but forced ice to run through your veins. Your brother could never have you in the way you wanted him to, the way you needed him to.

“It's not that simple.” You choked out, straining to contain yourself from your fleeting desires. This fleeting feeling of weakness can't let you risk your relationship with your brother, or worse, let him be your everything for just a moment and watch him walk away when he's done. “We can't.”

“And why is that? Isn't it obvious that I'm not going anywhere unless I'm with you?”

His face inched closer to yours, a blush splattering his pale skin up to his ears.

“It’s wrong-”

Your eyes flicked to his lips for a brief moment as you found yourself frozen.

“Not if I love you.”

Plush lips sealed over yours, enveloping you in the tenderness you'd had always envied him for. The love, the obsession he had for you had come crashing down in waves over you as you kissed him back, eager to feed off his affection and attention.

Teeth and tongue clashed together in a messy display of the taboo; hips pushed flush against each other as you whined into his mouth, sobbing in the relief of finally feeling yearned for.

The question of whether or not it was right wasn't plaguing you anymore, not like it did you when you scorned yourself for the infectious desires that coiled in your core late at night. His love cleansed you, cured you of your ailment as his tongue and lips made their way to your neck.

Sweet nothings tickled your ear as he nibbled and kissed along your tender flesh, leaving bright pink spots in his loving wake. The tears from your eyes dripped onto his hair, but neither of you seemed to care.

“Don't cry, my love.”

His words were like a symphony, enthralling you with the melody that he carried in his voice and the song he sung to soothe your overwhelmed state. “Let your big brother take care of you, okay?”

Clothes were discarded in a flurry, tossed somewhere beyond the couch the two of you were grinding on. His hands were so strong, yet so gentle as you were carried like a princess, his princess, to his bed where he no doubt intended to indulge in every one of your desires.

Your knight in shining armor kissed you breathless under the moonlight that trickled through the window, casting his shadow over you. Even now, he stole the limelight but you couldn't find it in yourself to care this time, not when he touched you so lovingly.

Nimble fingers kneaded and pulled at your plump flesh, making their ways down to the wetness between your legs. Shame flushed your face as he throatily chuckled. “Wet for me already, imouto? You're flattering your nii-san.”

The pad of his thumb circled your clit gently, sharp eyes watching as your body jolted and twitched at the sensation. “You’re acting as though you've never been touched before.”

You hear the smile in his voice without even seeing it. It only served to flush your shame even further, avoiding the eyes that were fucking you with everything they had.

“Don’t take those pretty eyes off of me.”

His middle finger prodded gently at your hole, teasing the twitching thing with circles of his forefingers. Shyly, your eyes turned to him, begging, pleading for him to stop teasing already!

And how could he deny such an unspoken request from the love of his life? Tamaki already knew what you wanted before you even did, he always did. He’s been able to read you like a book, already knowing what would be on the next page before it was written.

Still, he liked to tease, or more so needed to. It would fuel him like no other to finally hear you beg for him, beg for the love only he knew how to give you. Not that he would be so selfish to deny you of all that you wanted, he was more than prepared to spoil his lovely princess.

But, the man couldn't deny the inklings of his insecurities coming back to bite him. There was a chance that you could regret this later, that you would run far from his reach the second the realization that you slept with your brother donned on you. Tamaki wouldn't have it, now or ever.

Your moans drew him back to the present as his finger pumped in and out of you, dragging along your spongy, wet walls that gripped him oh so nicely. He could hardly handle the anticipation of getting to feel you around his cock.

“N-Nii-san! I can't wait, want you inside!”

Your broken cry sent a shudder down his spine and a jump to his cock. Such a desperate little thing you were, but you were his desperate little thing.

Maneuvering the both of you, he sat you in his lap while holding your ass flush to his hips.

“You know what to do, pretty girl.”

Swallowing thickly, you pulled his cock out of his boxers and positioned yourself to sink down on it.

“Y-You’ll pull out, right?”

“Of course, imouto.”

That was all you needed. Determined to please him, you pushed just the tip in before sitting all the way down on it. A choked gasp filled the space as you felt the fullness of your brother’s cock inside of you.

“S-So full, nii-san!” He stretched you perfectly, letting any pain fade comfortably into pleasure.

It was then that Tamaki decided he would ruin you, not only for himself but for anyone else who dared to think they would be able to please you.

As you ground your hips down into his, you couldn't help but start to feel him grow inside you. Was this normal for sex?

“Ah! Hold on, it's really starting to hurt nii-san.”

Your hips lifted off of his, only to be slammed back down by those strong hands you've come to love.

“Just relax, princess. I'm doing this because I love you.”

Admittedly, this was his first time to try to manifest this part of his body, but he had to try for you, didn't he? Your future with him depended on it. The kiss he pressed to your temple was to soothe himself more than you, focusing on the horse meat he had eaten early that day just after you called him.

He shushed your struggles, hugging you close and stroking the ever-growing bulge in your stomach as he completed his manifestation.

“There we go.” He kissed your cries of the pain away. “It’s okay, you’re okay, princess.”

You had to understand that he was doing this for both of you. He’d ruin that cunt of yours, make it so no man other than Tamaki and his quirk could ever satisfy you.

“You were made to my cock, and mine alone, princess. I'll make you see that.”

The pain was nearly unbearable as he began to thrust up into you, hitting your cervix with the strange cock head he had produced. His hand stayed flush to the bulge on your stomach, stroking it gently as he pounded into you from below.

Your cries and moans meshed together in a perfect melody, one that was always destined to be sung by the both of you, together as one.

Neither of you were going to last long, not with his quirk in play.

“Oh God, I'm gonna cum, princess!” His thrusts became erratic, pounding into you with a new vigor.

“Y-You promised to pull out!” You cried in frustration, feeling his cum fill you up to the brim and dripping out of even with his cock still inside. Tamaki thumbed at your clit to help push you over the edge as he shrunk his cock back down, feeling you cum around him with a cry and shaky legs.

He pulled out, looking at the bulge his cum inside you left behind as he pushed on it gently, watching it gush out of you.

“Now no one else will ever want you.”

[lazysimp]

Normal Again /// Bakugou x Fem Reader (18+)

✧Click HERE to read Male version ✧

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A sequel to fine. You never expected recovery to be easy but you never thought it would be nearly impossible. In the weeks since your torture things between you and Bakugou had only grown more strained. Will you be able to save your relationship or is it a lost cause? 

Word count: 8.7k 

Warnings/tags: TW: Self hatred/violence, degradation (not in a sexy way), Angst, Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Anal play, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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A vicious laugh filled the air as Bakugou’s boot connected with your cheek sending your body flying towards the ground. His deep red eyes were full of glee watching you spit out blood from your busted cheek. He crouched down, looking at you as if you were filth. 

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Just lying there taking it all. You are pathetic, honesty how did I ever see you as more than an easy fuck.” 

“Stop it Bakugou,” you beg weakly. You could not bring yourself to understand how such cruel words could come from the same mouth that used to worship you. 

His boot connects to your head once more sending blinding pain shooting through your skull. “Did you really think you were going to be with me forever? That I would tie myself to someone who can’t even stop themselves from getting kidnapped by a B-ranked villain.” 

His boot rests on your face, its thick rubber sole indenting its print into your cheek. “The only reason I kept you around this whole time was that you spread your legs whenever I wanted. You are easy, too easy and the whole office knows it. They all laugh at you, at how much of a whore you are.” 

Tears begin to leak from your eyes as he brought to light all your insecurities. You would rather he kept beating you than continue to torture you with his taunts. After every night of the same torture you had grown numb to the physical pain but no matter how hard you tried you could not escape his words. 

“If it wasn’t for you I would have already climbed my way to the top. All you can do is hold me back from my dreams with your constant failures. You make me despise you.” 

His heel digs into your temple creating an agonizing inescapable pressure. You were helpless to stop his merciless assault and you were not sure you even wanted to. All you really wanted was for all of this to stop. The constant pain and guilt had worn down your spirit, it was as though you had nothing left to even lose. 

“Look at you just lying there taking it. Why don’t you fight me you pathetic bitch? Why don’t you ever fight?” He screamed, emphasizing each with a blow to your head. You reach up to cover your ears not wanting to hear anything else but your arms were trapped down at your side, held by some invisible force. 

You try again to lift move your arms and then your legs but a warm tight hold tightened even further. Needing to escape the suffocating warmth you thrash around, lashing out at the invisible force. 

“Shh, baby it is ok,” Bakugou said above you his boot still on your head. “This is all just a dream.” 

You slam your eyes closed needing to escape the glaring red eyes that only brought you pain. 

“Mimic is dead and will never hurt you again I promise,” Bakugou’s voice grows closer to your ear. This was your chance! You manage to free one arm and reach up, blindly scratching at any body part you could reach. 

Your nails scream for mercy as you drag them viciously down his arm, their gliding made easy by blood. Despite the pain you know you must have caused, the invisible hold only tightened, trapping both of your hands. 

“Please baby open your eyes, you are safe I promise.” Bakugou’s voice cooed softly trying to pry you away from your own mind. 

You shake your head not trusting the voice, after all, it was the same one that had just been hurting you. With both your hands held still you are left with no choice but to use your teeth. You bite down on one of the arms holding you, sinking your teeth deep into the flesh until a rusty taste fills your mouth. 

“Open your eyes my beautiful girl please,” Bakugou’s voice grew clearer, the malice you had been expecting surprisingly absent. 

Reluctantly you relax into the warm hold and crack one eye open. A sweet smelling black tank top was the first thing you recognized. You blink your eyes a few times to clean them and get a better look around. 

The cold dark room you had been in only moments ago was gone, replaced by a soft bed and warm blankets. The tight suffocating grip that had held you earlier is now a warm embrace. 

You look at the strong arms holding you to your fiancé’s chest and wince. Deep red scratch marks littered his muscles and an already bruising bite branded his shoulder. With you no longer resisting he released your hands and started to run his fingers up and down your back. Despite his mask of relaxation, you could tell he was shaken up. 

“I did it again didn’t I?” you ask weakly already knowing the answer. 

Bakugou let out a sigh, “Yeah, it took me nearly ten minutes to get you back this time.” 

Overwhelming guilt filled your mind for the second time tonight. You had hurt the man you loved because of some stupid dreams. It had been months since your rescue and still every night without fail you dreamed about it happening. It was like the torture never stopped. 

“It is getting worse,” Bakugou says, continuing to pet down your back. 

You nod weakly. He was not wrong. Neither of you had gotten a full night’s rest since the incident. No matter what pills you took without fail you dreamed about Bakugou. Logically you knew it was not Bakugou who had been the one to hurt you. He was your hero and his reward is you flinching from his touch and attacking him in your sleep. None of this was fair. 

Bakugou’s lips softly pressed against your forehead as he pulled you in even closer. You ignored the spike of fear being close to him caused and tried to remember this was your Bakugou, not the sick twisted version Mimic created. 

“We can’t keep going like this baby,” he says weakly. “I think I need to leave for a little bit.” 

Absolute panic grips your heart, “No! Please don’t leave me. I’ll get better I promise. I will find another sleeping pill that one doctor prescribed worked for the first couple of weeks. We can figure this out, please don’t-” 

“Shh,” Bakugou pulled you in closer. “Right now I am not good for you.” 

You open your mouth to protest but he places his hand finger over our lips. “Baby you flinch every time I look at you.” 

You wanted to deny his claim but remember how his eyes felt on your skin and shutter. 

“My face, my voice, hell my smell are all triggers for you. I am hurting you by being near you. I am causing you pain by serving as a living reminder of your pain and I can’t do it anymore.” 

Hot tears start to fall from your eyes. You hated how everything he is saying is not wrong. He is a walking trigger for the memories of that night and you had no idea how to get over them. 

“So this is it,” you say, defeated. 

“No, baby god no. You and I just need some time apart until you are ready to see me again. I am planning on staying at Deku’s for a bit, the nerd offered me his spare bedroom.” 

Despair was the only thing you could feel. All of this was your fault and he should hate you for it but he doesn’t. Why doesn’t he hate you like you hate yourself? He should be screaming at you for causing all of this. The blame is yours and yours alone. If you had been just a little stronger you would never have been taken in the first place and none of this would have happened. 

“Until I can get you to talk to me about how you are feeling I can’t help you. All I am doing is making this worse.” His arms started to loosen their hold around you and for the first time in weeks you wanted them back. 

His arms pulled away completely, taking his warmth. “This is not permanent,” he assured. “It is just until you are ready for me to come back and I will wait as long as you need.” 

You start to reach out for him, to beg him to get back in bed but the silhouette of him above you sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to rip everything apart, every time you made progress there was something dragging you backward. 

You watch helplessly as he quickly dresses and leaves the bedroom, not looking back. You can’t blame him, you want to be free of yourself too. You could hear the front door to the apartment open and quietly shut, the lock clicking into place. 

Life moved slower when you did not have your angry gremlin by your side. It had been a few weeks since he left and you had never been more miserable. At first, you had agreed to the separation, after all, he was a giant trigger but you were quickly realizing it was worse without him. 

The anxiety of being alone at night had you reaching for your phone nearly every night, wanting to call him. It was a miracle you had managed to resist. With you not there to bother him maybe he would finally be getting some sleep. 

The only communication you had gotten from him was a couple of texts letting you know he was still alive. You know he was trying to give you space but the longer he was away the more you wanted to drag him back home. 

Your therapist had still not cleared you for fieldwork so the only thing you could to distract yourself was binge a couple of shows and try some cooking. Of course nothing you made tasted half as good as Bakugou’s cooking. By the end of the the first week your life consisted of sleep, tv, and takeout. 

Your glazed-over eyes half focus on the tv in front of you as you are lost in your thoughts. You hear a knock on the door and rush over to open it. Could he have changed his mind and come back? For the first time in a long time hope filled your chest but it was quickly shattered as you look through the peephole. Uraraka stood still outside your door holding a few grocery bags. 

You try to plaster on a fake smile and open the door. Uraraka did not wait for an invitation and barreled her way into your apartment. 

“Hello to you too,” you mumble, closing the door. 

She sets the floating bags onto the counter and releases her quirk. “Whew, you would believe the line at the store this morning. All the old ladies were fighting their way into the store for the 20% off sale. Of course none of them could beat me from being first in line.” 

You snort, no matter how many brand deals and hero contracts Uraraka had she never stopped being frugal. 

“How was your morning?” She asked, unpacking the many goods from the bags. 

You shrug, “Same as always, watched some tv and pretend my life isn’t falling apart.” 

Uraraka pauses and gives you a look of understanding. “You know he hasn’t forgotten about you, not for one minute.” 

You look away, “What does it matter, our relationship is practically over. I have not seen him in weeks and even if I did see him I would make everything worse with my stupid fear.” 

“You fear is not stupid, you went through something traumatic and need time to heal.” 

You scoff, “I have had time. But every time I make any progress something triggers me and I fall right back down to where I started.” 

“That is normal though! It took me weeks to even look at Deku without crying. You are both being too hard on yourselves.” 

“I am tired of waiting!” You yell, finally letting your anger out in the open. “I miss him so much it hurts. I miss how he would hold me every night after he helped me bathe because I was too sore to even lift my arms. I miss how he would pack my lunch every day because he could not stand watching me go hungry. I miss my Bakugou.” 

Uraraka wraps her arms around your shoulders pulling you in tight against her chest, letting you sob. It was the first time in weeks anyone had touched you. Her soft hands traced up and down your back, trying her best to soothe the pain. 

“I miss him so much,” you cry between hiccups. 

“So why don’t you call him? I am sure he would be happy to hear your voice.” Uraraka pulls out her phone and starts to dial his number. 

“No!” You snatch the phone from her hand and toss it over your shoulder. You wince as you hear the phone connect with the hardwood floor. 

The hand on your back stills, “You are going to replace that you know.” 

You nod, a worthy expense if it meant you did not have to confront reality just yet. At least with him gone you could pretend your relationship was not over. 

“Stop saying that! Your relationship is not over. What the two of you need is a good conversation.” 

You must have said the last part out loud. “What does it matter, even if we have a conversation and he moves back in I will end up having nightmares and keep him up for weeks. It is not fair for him to suffer through that for me.” 

“Ugh!” Uraraka shoves you off her chest and stands. “Both of you keep pushing each other away based on some convoluted idea that you are actually protecting each other. It makes me want to pull my hair out!

You cross your arms over your chest, “Well I am protecting him.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Sure.” 

“Hey, don’t make me regret teaching you sarcasm. I’m being serious, my nightmares were getting so bad I started to attack him in my sleep.” 

“No offense but Bakugou can handle you with his hands tied behind his back.” 

“But he shouldn’t have to! It is not fair for him to have to worry if his fiancé will attack him in his sleep every night.” 

“News flash, life is not fair. It was not fair when I watched the love of my life get skewered in front of me. It was not fair when I could not look at him for weeks without crying. And it was not fair when Mimic tortured you. None of this is fair or just, it is all shit we are given and sometimes it is more than we can handle.” 

She holds your chin in her hands, “The only thing you are doing wrong is pushing away the person who you need the most.” 

“But I hurt him when he is close,” you argue weakly. 

Uraraka’s eyes softened, “You hurt him more when you push him away. His quirk is not mind reading, he has no idea how to help you, how you can both help each other.” 

You knew she was right, that what you were doing was not working. But you were stuck, unsure how to even start talking to him again. Even so, you had to try. 

“Alright, I will try giving him a call-” 

Behind you, Uraraka’s phone rang, its piercing ring tone cutting you off. Your heart sinks, that ring tone only went off when a hospital was calling. Without a word, Uraraka bends down and picks up her phone from the floor. 

“Hello, this is Uravity speaking,” she said into the phone. 

You watch her face for clues and your heart grew even heavier as worry danced in her eyes. 

“Are you going to transfer him to the Hero’s hospital in Tokyo?” 

Your breathing stops. No, the world could not be so cruel. Your hearing grows fuzzy making it impossible to tune into the rest of Uraraka’s conversation.

“Hey,” someone said in the background. “Hey, I need you to focus. Bakugou is hurt, I am not next of kin so they won’t tell me anything about his condition. I am going to drive us over to the hospital, he should already be there by the time we arrive” 

You nod, too stunned to speak. He was hurt. Your Bakugou was hurt and you were just standing around. Ignoring the pain in your chest your mind finally snapped into action. 

Wordlessly you and Uraraka rushed down to her car below. The drive to the Hero’s hospital was short, only a few blocks from your apartment. The front entrance was already packed full of reporters trying to catch a glimpse of your injured hero. 

You bite your tounge to stop yourself from cursing the reporters out. Those nosy assholes wanted to broadcast Bakugou’s pain to the public for a quick buck. Luckily disappeared from your sight as Uraraka drove past the and into the private parking lot. 

Uraraka had not even put the car in park when you shoved open the door and ran to the sliding doors. You could hear her yell to wait behind you but you kept running until you found the front desk. 

You skid to a stop in front of a shocked receptionist and slam your palms down on the counter, “Where are they taking Hero Dynamight?” You ask, holding your hero license out so she would know you were not a reporter. 

The receptionist winced, “I am sorry but only allowed to disclose information to the family of the patient.” 

“Well I am his wife and I am demanding to know where he is.” You retort, not caring about the implications of the claim. 

“Dynamight is not married, his paperwork states he is a single but nice try.” 

“Listen here you-” your rant was cut short by a soft hand on your shoulder. 

“It was a private ceremony, they have still not made it public yet so there is now paperwork. I know that is not protocol but won’t you please let it slide this once ” Uraraka smiles sweetly trying to play cute to get what she wants.

The receptionist shook her head, “ I am sorry but I cannot allow anyone who is not documented family to visit any patient.” 

You open your mouth to yell but Uraraka beats you to it. 

“That is fine, thank you for doing such a great job protecting our heroes.” She gently grabs your bicep and pulls you away from the desk before you could say another word. 

“What are you doing she is our only way of figuring out anything about Bakugou.” You hiss trying to pry yourself free from her hold. 

“No she’s not,” Uraraka turns her head to look at you and smiles. “I spent a few weeks coming in and out of this hospital while Deku was recovering. Going through the main entrance is the easiest way but there is a locked side door. With enough force, it can be wiggle open.” 

“Won’t it have an alarm?” 

“Of course it has an alarm this is a heavily secured building. Luckily they have a well-trained hero there to investigate the disturbance,” she winked. 

You laugh, being a hero did have its perks. It only took a few more turns before she found the small door. 

“Now when I open this door a blaring alarm will go off and two security guards will come rushing from either end. I will handle the one on this side but you will be on your own for the other. Try not to hurt them too much.” 

With that Uraraka wraps her hand around the door handle and pulls, her arm muscles bulging from the effort. You stand still, stunned to watch your friend pry open the solid steel door.

The door finally gives sending out a blaring alarm but you had already made it past the first couple hallways, hiding in a small doorway as a guard runs past. You wait another minute to make sure the coast is clear besides casually walking down the hallway until you found a nurse’s station.

“Excuse me,” you say, trying to sound as polite as possible. “The front desk told me to ask you which room my husband is in.” 

The oldest nurse looked you up and down skeptically, “What is your husband’s name?” 

“Bakugou Katsuki.” 

“Uh-hu sure, wait here a minute for me while I go find his nurse.” She turned and disappeared into the room behind the station.

Fuck, she was onto you. You slowly walk backward away from the door’s line of sight and rush down the hallway looking desperately for Bakugou. He had to be here somewhere but the hospital was a maze of hallways and doors with no names on them. 

You could not yell out for him that would only alert security to your position faster. You spin on your heels looking frantically for any sign of him but the more you look, the more lost you become. 

“Hey! You cannot be back here,” A security guard yelled, a taser already armed in his hand. 

You put your hands into the air, looking to your side for an escape. You could handle one petty security guard but you did not feel like explaining to the commission why you beat a guard. Sucking in a deep breath you run towards the officer who was too shocked to pull the trigger on the taser. Sticking your leg out you kick his feet out from under him sending his back to the floor. 

Without looking back you run down the hall taking as many turns as you could to find a hiding spot. One of these rooms had to have no camera in it. 

In your frantic looking, one door stood out. It was off to the left in a dead-end hallway. It had to be a good enough hiding spot as any. You sprint to the door and swing the door open into a pitch-black room. 

You felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of entering the darkness but you had no choice, security was hot on your heels. You close your eyes and step into the darkness, closing the door behind you. 

Your back rests against the door and you listen to the guards run past the hallway. For now they had no idea where you were. You let out a sigh of relief and feel around the wall for a light switch. 

Mercifully, you find it and switch it on. The room looked like any other hospital room except for one thing. There was someone in the bed and they were about to look up. 

Shit! You duck under one of the tables in time to hide from their view. 

“Oi, I thought I told you people to leave me alone! I already took the damn pills and agreed to stay the night.” 

Your breathing stops at the deep rough voice of Bakugou. You found him; he is not in a coma fighting for his life. He is in bed resting safely just feet away from you. A sob of relief climbs your throat, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to mute it. 

The rush of blinding fear to find Bakugou suddenly turns into fear about seeing him. What if he did not want you to visit? Fuck you should have thought about this more before you left. 

“I can hear your breathing! Don’t make me get out of bed or I will kick your ass.” 

Not wanting him to hurt himself by standing you relent and force your weak knees up. You keep your eyes to the floor not daring to look at his face, “Surprise,” you tease weakly. 

“W-what?” Bakugou said, his voice high and full of confusion. 

“I-I heard you got hurt, no one was telling me anything, so I decided to come and check up on you myself. But I see you are fine so I will leave you alone. I am sorry for barging in.” 

“Wait! Don’t leave,” Bakugou winces as he sits up in bed, his abdomen covered in bandages. Instantly you rush to his bedside. 

“Don’t move that fast you will hurt yourself!” You lecture, gently pushing him back down to the bed. Bakugou looks down at your hands with shock, you had not touched him caringly since the incident. 

You quickly realized your hands were still on him and snatch them back to your side. You stand there awkwardly, unsure what to do. It was like the months of being together had been erased since he had left. 

“W-what happened?” You finally ask to break the silence. 

Bakugou looks down at his hands, “Some stupid kid ran out in the middle of the fight and almost got themselves killed. I didn’t have enough time to get them out of the way, so I had to shield them instead. Damn villain managed to shoot me.” 

“You got shot!” 

“Yeah, pathetic asshole knew he could not take me without a gun. Lucky for me he had terrible aim and managed to only graze my side. The only reason I am still in this stupid bed is because Rescue Girl is on vacation and refuses to come in and heal me.” 

The heavy weight on your heart lifted slightly knowing he was not seriously hurt but you still worried about his current condition. Bakugou was not one to sit around until he felt better. In the time the two of you had been together he only got sick once and it took tackling him to the ground and tying him up in bed to keep him from working. 

You knew him and Deku were on good terms now but dealing with a hurt Bakugou was a full-time job. “How long did the doctor say you have to be off work?” 

Bakugou scoffed, “She thinks I have to wait at least a week even with Recovery Girl. As soon as I can escape this bed I will head back to the office I have a villain to hunt down.” 

You put your hands on your hips, “Oh no you won’t. If the doctor tells you to wait a week you will wait a week.” 

A mischievous grin spreads across Bakugou’s face, “Oh, and how are you going to enforce that?” 

Blood rushes to your face making your cheeks feel like they were burning. To keep him from fighting his restraints the last time he was sick you had to fuck him until he was too tired to care he was chained up. By the time he had recovered from being sick you could barely walk and he had to be the one to take care of you.

“Don’t look at me like that when you are hurt.” 

“Then answer the question, how do you plan to keep me from working this week.” 

“What are you five? Do you really need an incentive to be good?” You taunt. 

A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Yes.” 

You throw your hands up in the air, “Ugh, you are terrible!” 

His hand reaches out and grabs your wrist to pull you in closer to the bed and for a second fear flashes in your eyes. All of the teasing had made you forget your fear but his touch brought is all back. 

Bakugou sensed the change in your demeanor and opened his hand to free you from his touch. 

“Wait, don’t move your hand,” you suck in a deep breath. “Just give me a second.” 

His warm long fingers wrapped themselves back around your wrist, holding still as you try to calm your heart. You were stronger than this fear. You could do this. 

“Baby, you don’t have to push yourself, I understand-” 

“No!’ You yell, taking a step closer to his bed. “This is ok, I will make this ok again.” 

You avoid looking at his face, needing to build up your strength before testing your limits. Being separated from him had helped your memories heal some but it was still difficult to see him. 

Forcing the tight fear in your chest down you intertwined your fingers through his and pull them up to your lips, gently kissing his knuckles.

“It is easier when I control where you touch,” you mumble to him, trying to follow Uraraka’s advice. 

“What?” Bakugou asked, unsure what you meant. 

“When you are the one controlling the touching, it makes me nervous because I don’t know what will happen next. It makes me feel like I have no control and that is when I start to freak out.” 

You look down to where your hands were joined, “When I am leading the touch I have some idea of what will happen next and it is easier to not feel scared.” 

“So you have to be in charge?” 

“I don’t have to always be in charge, I just need to know what you are thinking, what you are doing before you do it or I need to be guiding it.” 

Bakugou smiled, “So if I told you to sit on my face would that work?” 

A few incoherent words fall out of your mouth as you try to process what he just said. 

“Well, maybe, but you are hurt and need your rest. Besides, you should not be thinking about that while you are lying in a hospital bed. When you are discharged, we can try something like that.” 

Bakugou sat up straighter, “Oh no you don’t. I have gone without your taste on my tongue for too long. You are going to get that sweet ass over here and sit on my face.” 

“No, Bakugou. Look at the state of you. I could seriously hurt you.” 

That was the absolute worst thing you could have said, in seconds his teasing eyes filled with fiery determination. The last time he gave you that look was when you rejected going on a date with him. A week later he had your legs wrapped around his waist. 

He lifts his finger and points to you and then his face, “Come here.” 

You stubbornly shake your head, “This is not happening Bakugou. You could tear your stitches and have to stay in the hospital even longer.”

He shrugs, “Fine with me as long as you are here.” 

This damn man must be suicidal. “We need to talk more about our relationship before we dive right into sex.” 

“Your mouth will be free and clear to talk.” 

“This is an awful idea. What if I get freaked out in the middle of it all?” 

“That’s easy, we stop,” he gently pulls you in closer his face now only inches away. 

“Please baby I have missed you; I promise I will stop if it gets too much.”

You were conflicted. Neither of you were in a state where you should be fooling around. But the feel of his hand on yours was so calming and warm that you wanted more. 

“Alright,” you whisper. “But If you are in any pain you need to let me know.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I promise. Now get that pretty ass up here,” he pats his shoulders. 

“This is such a bad idea,” you mumble to yourself as you slip off your pants while Bakugou lowered the head of the bed. This could go wrong in so many ways but the longer you thought about his tongue on you the less you cared. 

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou groaned, “Climb up, you won’t hurt me.” 

You toss your pants to the side and do as he said. Climbing up onto his bed and carefully lowering yourself over his face. Your face was burning at the thought of what all he could see. Needing support, you grab ahold of the headboard. After all you did not want to hurt him. Bakugou was not having that. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down until you had no choice but to rest your weight on his face. 

“Wait, you could hurt yourself,” you protested breathlessly. 

He only laughed, his hot breath teasing your aching cunt. He sat still under you for a few minutes letting you get adjusted to the feeling of his touch, and it let him soak in the sight of you above him. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your thighs. Not wanting to move too fast he first places a few sloppy kissing along with your inner thigh, giving you ample time to mentally prepare for his mouth on your cunt. 

You try to stop yourself from shaking but it was impossible. It had been months since someone had touched you and to have Bakugou beneath you, ready to worship your body, was almost too much for your brain to process. 

Bakugou’s mouth teased your other thigh before settling on your already soaking wet pussy.

“That’s my good girl, already wet for me. This pretty pussy knows who it belongs to, but does its owner?” 

“Bakugou stop talking to my pussy and get to work,” you growl. 

“Tsk, when did you become so greedy?” The hands on your thighs shift around until they were able to spread open your sex giving him complete access to you.

“You are lucky I miss this just as much as you do or I would tease you for hours. Tie your ass to the bed and not let you leave until neither of us could move.” 

You rock your hips trying to egg him on, “Sounds to me like you are all talk.” 

The hands on your thighs tighten forcing you to put all your weight onto his face. You try to pull yourself up, not wanting to suffocate your boyfriend but he refuses and goes straight for the kill. His soft wet tongue drags a straight line up the slit of your cunt, gathering up your juices. 

Your hands abandon the headboard and thread through his hair. Bakugou groaned, settling into feasting on your cunt. His soft lips slide through your folds, looking for your hidden button. 

“Ah please Bakugou,” you beg, “it feels so good.” 

You could feel his smile against your skin before his mouth latches onto your throbbing clit, dragging it into his mouth. 

While his lips teased your clit, one hand left your thigh to snake around under you. You lurch forward as two thick fingers slip through your folds, wetting themselves in your slick before they gently press at your entrance. 

Your hips buck away from the combined sensations fearing to be too much but Bakugou was not having it, he strengthened his hold on your thighs and pushed you down on his fingers. You sob at the feeling of being stretched, it had been so long the burn was more intense than normal. 

“Fuck baby you are so tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” he groaned. 

“Bakugou,” you whined. “You can’t just say things like that.” 

He releases your clit with a pop, “Like what? Like how I want to feast on this pussy until you are all I can taste for weeks. Like how by the time I am done with you, you will be a sobbing mess that I will have to take care of. Just listen to this sloppy pussy take my fingers. Fuck baby people would kill for even a sliver of this cunt but too bad for them it is all mine.” 

You shove a fist in your mouth to stifle a loud moan. The last thing either of you needed was someone barging in. 

Bakugou pulled your aching bud back between his lips and got to work. The two fingers inside you started to pump, curling to hit your sweet spot each time they were inside you. His delicious tongue flicked up and down on your clit driving you mad. 

Trusting you would not run away he releases your other thigh and reaches under your shirt. His large hand stroked up your stomach, caressing the skin there before latching onto one of your nipples. He pinches the soft peak between his fingers, rolling it until it pebbles. You arch your back into his hand and start to rock your hips wanting more. 

Bakugou moans into your cunt, able to tell you were growing lost in the pleasure. He loved it when you were too engrossed with feeling good to care about anything except him. 

Looking down in between your legs you could see his light blonde hair peeking out from the apex of your thighs and had a devilish idea. 

“Bakugou stick out your tongue,” you order. 

He releases you from his mouth and looks up, his chin soaking with your juices, “What?” 

“Stick out your tongue, like this,” You show him with your own mouth. 

A spark of recognition flashed in his eyes and he smiled. Good, he liked the idea too. With no delay, his tongue stuck out of his mouth. You reach down and spread yourself open, settling back over Bakugou’s eager tongue. His fingers abandon you in favor of holding onto your ass while you dig your fingers into his hair. 

With both of you settled you slowly begin to rock your hips, riding his tongue. You start off slowly, watching closely for any sign Bakugou was not comfortable but judging by his growl of pleasure you would say he is just fine. 

A red hot warmth started to grow in the lower half of your body, slowly spreading its tingle to your lower belly. Fuck, the image of Bakugou beneath you, letting your ride his face was almost too much to process. 

“Oh god Bakugou,” you moan. “Please, it feels so good.” 

He could only groan in response, his mouth too busy bringing you to your peak. When you looked down at him between your legs you could only see his bright lust filled eyes. They were intensely watching you fall apart. 

White spots started to grow in your vision and you increase the speed of your thrusts. The fingers in his hair tighten, now holding onto him for dear life. It only took a few more rocks of your hips before the white spots grew into a blinding white light.

Overwhelming waves crashed into you, sending glorious pleasure pulsing through you. Your body was not your own as the electricity ran through you making every muscle grow taunt and release in a never-ending cycle. 

Bakugou redoubled his effort, not letting you even finish your first peak before he was building you up to another. The idea that you would feel that pleasure again was enough to make you mad. 

His fingers slipped into your clenching entrance and curled forward, teasing your sweet spot. His lips returned to your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth and lashing at the tender bud with his tongue. 

You release his hair, afraid you will rip it out, and hold onto the headboard as all the clenching tension finally releases, sending you spiraling. Loud wanton moans ripped from your throat and you could do nothing to stop them. 

Bakugou toyed with you until you could no longer hold yourself upright. Only then did he gently lift you off his face and down onto his lap. You slouch over and rest your forehead on his shoulder. The world around you was fuzzy, your mind still reeling from how hard you finished. 

“Wait, Bakugou you are not supposed to be lifting anything!” You yell when your mind finally returns to reality. 

“Tsk, I already told you I am fine.” 

You fought the urge to slap him, “You idiot what if you had busted open your stitches!” 

“You did not seem too worried about that when you were rubbing your cunt on my tongue.” 

“Well, obviously I was not thinking straight,” you mumble. Damn him for being right. 

Bakugou gives you a sly smile, “You know I am feeling a little sore.” 

Regret slams into you, “Damn it Bakugou, I was worried this would happen. Where are you hurting.”

His hips thrust upwards forcing his rock-hard cock against your ass. “Right there baby.”

You flick your finger against his forehead, “I was really worried you asshole.”  

“But it aches, won’t you make it feel better?” 

“You are lucky you are hot,” you whisper into his ear before carefully descending his body. You settle in between his legs, pulling down the blankets to free his cock. 

You have to stop and stare at it. Everything about your boyfriend had to be perfect. His cock was long and proud, resting on his stomach with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair at the base. His cock had one large vein running up the length of it, pulsing with each heartbeat. God, you wanted to trace that vein with your tongue. 

Reaching up you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He was so warm on your hand, like your own personal space heater. You shuffle your body to get your mouth a little close to his cock and then before he could say anything bring the head of his cock into your mouth. 

His reaction was instant, his hands shot down to grab at the sheets beside your head. You could feel his hips flex under you as he fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth. 

Feeling emboldened by his reaction you relaxed the muscles in your jaw and took more of his length into your mouth. His salty flavor spilled across your tongue as he started to release pre-cum. Your poor baby had gone too long without any attention. 

Redoubling your effort you bring up your free hand and wet it with your spit. Reaching under your busy mouth you slide your finger down until you find Bakugou’s tight entrance. 

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?” Bakugou growls, grabbing your wrist. 

You let his cock fall out of your mouth and look up innocently, “I am making you feel good baby, just lay back and relax. I promise this will feel good.” 

He looked conflicted but slowly the iron-clad grip on your wrist loosened enough to set you free. Not waiting for him to change his mind you begin to circle his hole with your wet finger. Before you could even try to push your finger forward you needed him to relax. You return to teasing his aching cock with your mouth, sucking on his tip just the way he likes all the while circling your finger around his hole, waiting for him to relax enough for you to slip it in. 

As you take another inch of him into your mouth you could feel him relax enough to slip your finger slip past the tight ring of muscle. You could feel Bakugou tense so you did not move the finger forward, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. 

With your tongue on his dick it was easy enough to distract him as you slowly inch your finger in. Once you went in far enough you twist your finger around, looking for a soft spongy spot inside him. A sharp thrust up into your mouth signaled you had found exactly what you were looking for. 

“What the fuck,” Bakugou groaned, his hands going to hide his face. You smirk, finally, you were the one driving him insane. 

You benign to move your hand and mouth on his cock in time with your finger in his ass. Small pathetic whines were leaving Bakugou’s mouth and you felt like a god. You were so engrossed in bringing him pleasure you had no time to think about anything else. 

You could hear his breathing begin to grow more labored and his cock grow even harder in your mouth. “Fuck, baby I am going to-” Was the only warning you had before his cum shot to the back of your throat. 

You swallow his release down, making sure to ease your hold on his cock, now only gently pumping your hand and finger to lengthen his orgasm. 

Slowly the pulsing of his cock stopped and you released him from your mouth, wiping the spit on your chin off with the back of your hand. You could not help but smile as you watched Bakugou slowly come back into the real world with a beautiful dazed look on his face. 

He slid his hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his eyes, “Where the fuck did you learn that?” 

“Being away from you for this long made me desperate so I watched a couple of videos to make it easier.” 

“Right,” he said breathlessly, “You need to show me that shit later if it taught you that.”

You laugh, “Gladly. Now lay down you need your rest.” 

Bakugou tilts his head, “What the hell do you mean rest? I have not been away from you for too long, I can rest later. Now I am going to get my cock into that tight pussy.” 

“Bakugou you just finished.” 

“So,” he thrusts his hips up, rubbing his already erect cock against your ass. 

“How?” You ask in amazement. 

“I have been fantasizing about fucking you for months baby. Did you really think once would be enough to satisfy me?” 

Without waiting another minute his hands grab into your hips and lift you up. Lining your entrance up with the tip of his cock. In a flash you involuntarily tense your body, the memories of that night rushing back into your head. No, no, no, not now, not when you were so close to being one with Bakugou again. 

His bright red eyes meet yours as he feels you tense. Fuck, why did you always mess everything up, this was all your fault. Why could you not just be normal, that is what he deserved a nice normal happy girl. 

“Hey,” Bakugou whispered softly. “Talk to me, what is wrong.” 

You wanted to keep your lips shut, to pretend that everything was fine but that would be lying. You never wanted to lie to him. 

“I can’t stop thinking about Mimic. One minute I am fine and the next he is all I can see.” 

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, “You were fine with what we did earlier? What triggered it?” 

You shake your head, “It is different every time. It is just hard for my mind to differentiate from my Bakugou and the one Mimic made.” 

“So call me Katsuki.” 

“Huh?” 

“If you are having a hard time with there being two Bakugou’s, then try calling me Katsuki. That way there is at least one easy way to tell me apart from him.” 

“You want me to call you by your first name?” 

His eyes softened, “Yeah baby, I want you to call me by my first name.” 

“Katsuki,” You test his name out, loving how it feels on your tongue. You watch his face to see his reaction and see lust fill his gaze. Oh he liked it.

You start to whisper his name over and over again, like a prayer to remind yourself you were no longer under Mimics thumb. You were with the man who would kill anything that tried to hurt you.

“If you keep saying my name like that baby I am going to fuck you,” Katsuki growled into your ear.

Oh would he now? You wiggle your hips, teasing the head of your cock with your dripping slit. Pulling him in close you whisper one little word, “Katsuki.”

“You asked for it,” He laughed, hauling your hips back up until they hovered over his cock.

The hands on your hips gripped down with bruising force and his cock slipped into your entrance. All the play from earlier had left you more than prepared enough to take his length. The familiar burn started as his cock sank deeper inside you, opening you wide for him.

“By the time I am finished with you, this tight cunt is going to be fucking dripping in my cum. I am going to fill you to the fucking brim.”

A low groan was your only response he bottomed out inside you, his cock leaving no space unfilled. You could damn near feel him in the back of your throat. Normally he would be the one to initiate thrusting but you were growing too impatient.

Bracing your hands on his chest, careful to avoid his bandages, you lift your hips up until only the tip of his cock was inside. Then you slam your hip down, marveling at the feel of him entering you again.

His cock was perfect for hitting all the sweet spots inside you. Not wanting to be left out Katsuki grab ahold of your ass and uses his own strength to strengthen each thrust.  

You look down to where you both were joined and almost came on the spot. The sight of his cock pistoning into you was mind-shattering. He looked like a god beneath you. His large muscles building with effort, the thick veins in his arms standing elevated.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his bright red eyes filled with determination. “Right now you are mine, that means the only thing you are allowed to think about is me. About how good my cock feels splitting you open. Is that clear?”

You weakly nod your head, too overwhelmed to speak. A soft smile spreads across his face, “That is my baby, so good for me.”

His praise felt like a caress on your skin. You needed to distract yourself or this would end too soon. You lean forward and press your lips onto his. His tongue glided along the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You happily opened your mouth allowing his tongue to slip inside. The taste of his spit was mixed with your own flavor, and you still had some of his taste on your tongue. The combined flavor was so fucking lewd and hot.

The familiar tingled started to grow in your pussy, you were not going to last long. The muscles in your legs begin to tremble making your thrusts grow sloppy. Katsuki was not having it. His hips rose to meet yours, forcing your body to endure even more pleasure all the while he toyed with your mouth.

It all became too much, the different sensations all worked together to drive you up, higher and higher you were climbing until it was hard to even breathe. Then, just like that, all the pressure released sending you spiraling.

Your pussy clamped down on his cock, forcing Katsuki to erupt. The thought of him filling you only lengthened the brutal pleasure filling your mind. There was no room in your mind for anything but him. You had no care in the world but him just like he ordered. 

As the pulses of pleasure slowed you were able to finally catch your breath. You both laid still in each others arms for a few minutes, letting you come slowly back to earth. Of all the times the two of you fucked this definitely had to be in the top three. Though they did say that makeup sex was the best. 

“How are you feeling?” Katsuki asked, his voice rough. 

You rest your ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “I feel good.” 

He places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you think you are ready for me to come home?” 

You take the time to think about it. Having him back in your life did not set off fear like it used to. Instead, it made you feel warm inside. You looked forward to going to bed with him instead of dreading it. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, I am.” 

The arms around your waist tighten pulling you impossibly closer to his chest. You snuggle in closer, getting comfortable. Katsuki would never admit it but lying here with you in his arms safe and happy was one of the happiest moments in his life. 

Neither of you was healed from what had happened but you refused to push him away again. You will get past what happened and you will do it with him by your side. 

[nights-legacy]

Between the Two - TodoBaku x Reader

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

TodoBaku x Reader (meaning Poly Relationship. Don’t like? Don’t Read. 😋)

Fluff and little Angst

Warnings: Nothing but Soft-ish Bakugo ahead 🥰

3300 words

+Two amazing men and one hard decision. Or is it? On a training mission, things go awry, leaving you and Todoroki badly injured. Bakugo is beside himself even if he won’t admit it. You have had a crush on these boy practically since the Sport’s Festival but never had the courage to speak up…or pick one. Turns out that isn’t the case at all.

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Having feelings for two people at the same time is hard. Especially when one is an aloof, cold personality and the other is loud and short-tempered. Yet, I couldn’t help but fall head over heels with both. I didn’t have the guts to even thinking about confessing to them. Plus I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two. It didn’t help either that they didn’t get along with each other. Plus Bakugo and Todoroki wouldn’t go for a simple girl like me and I don’t think I could handle the rejection.

“Well fuck.” I heard Bakugo groan as we got off the bus. The three of us walked away and the bus drove off. I gulped as I watched it drive away, now alone with the two boys.

“How many places does UA have for training?” I asked out loud.

“Quite a few it would seem.” Todoroki answered. Bakugo scoffed as we walked for a few minutes. We had been taken outside the city limits to a river valley area for survival and reconnaissance training.

“Come on, we’re not here for small talk.” Bakugo growled. Todoroki looked at me and shook his head. We traveled in silence as we ventured towards the coordinates. I looked down at the GPS as we took a short break in a little grove. Bakugo was leaning back against a tree, foot propped up and Todoroki was kneeling, looking off in the distance.

“According to this, the mark is about…” The GPS in my hand glitches out. I tried to get it to work before it short circuited in my hand. “Ah!” I dropped the device and pulled my hand to my chest. It was stinging and numb in places.

“What happened?” Bakugo was in front of me in less than a second. He grabbed my wrist and brought my hand into view. I hissed as he touch a particular tender spot.

“The GPS short circuited in my hand.” I said. Todoroki came up and looked over my shoulder at my hand. “I did see that the mark was a few miles that way.” I pointed and took in big breath. I looked down at the GPS and toed at it. A cold sensation came across my injured palm. I gasped and saw Todoroki’s right hand over mine.

“Hopefully this helps.” He said. I nodded. Bakugo had picked up the device in the meantime. As we started walking again, a chill went up my spine. As if we was being watched. I stopped and scanned the woods around us.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bakugo called back to me.

“I feel like we are being watched.” I said glancing at the two. I could see their guards go up. I went back to scanning the area. I froze when I saw a figure half hidden behind a tree. I met their eyes and saw a sadistic smile creep onto his face. “Shit!”

“Hope you’ve lived a full life because I’m about to end it.” The figure stepped out and I saw a sword grow from the wrist down. I got into stance as he got closer.

“Heh! You think you can take us down?” Bakugo yelled. I looked over my shoulder at the two boys. Todoroki was in fighting stance while Bakugo was just standing there un-phased. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Come at me, child!” The man said and broke into a run towards us. The sound of popping and the drastic changes in temperatures behind me told they ready. I activated my quirk and we charged forward.

~Time Skip~

Turns out there was more than the one man out here with us. There was at least a dozen other low level villains that accompanied him. We came out on top but not without a few injuries. I stumbled as we came to a small beach grove. I fell to the ground when my leg gave out.

“Shit, L/N are you alright?” Bakugo asked strained as he helped (carried) an unconscious Todoroki into the grove. He had a bad wound on his left side that was bleeding profusely while I just had a significant cut running down my right leg. Bakugo was relatively unharmed save for a few small cuts and bruises.

“Yeah, worry about Todoroki.” I motioned to the boy before I pulled myself across the ground to lean back against a tree. I maneuvered my leg carefully to set it down straight out. I watched as Bakugo set Todoroki down to lean back on a rock. He then pulled at the top of his hero costume to get to the wound.

“Crap.” Bakugo said under his breath. He pulled out his transmitter to try and contact the teachers but it was busted. All of ours were. He threw it to the side in annoyance.

“They were thorough, weren’t they?” I said with labored breath. He looked over at me and his eyes darted to my leg before meeting my eyes. I could see worry and near panic in his. A gasp drew both our attentions. Todoroki was coming too.

“What happened? Where are we?” He mumbled, trying to sit up.

“Stay down, Icyhot.” Bakugo lightly pushed him back down. They shared what looked to me a tender look. I cocked my head to the side in wonder and shock took over me when Bakugo reached up and cupped Todoroki’s cheek. He then ran a thumb across his cheek.

“Guys?” I said tentatively. Bakugo pulled away and cleared his throat, going back to Todoroki’s wound. Todoroki’s eyes landed on me with relief and concern.

“Are you alright, L/N?” He flinched but didn’t look away from me. I saw his gaze look over me and linger on my leg. I moved my other to interrupt his sight. He looked up at me disapprovingly before cringing as Bakugo removed pieces of debris from his wound. I flinched at the sound he made, biting my lip and looking away.

“Damn villains.” Bakugo growled. I closed my eyes as the pain in my leg got worse. I zoned out as the other two conversed quietly and Bakugo tended to the wound. I don’t know how much time passed until a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze.

“Hey…” I greeted. He reached up and held my face in his hands. He looked over me. Concern was laced with his features.

“Anywhere else but your leg?” He asked. I shook my head. He nodded, taking one hand off my face to move the torn fabric around me leg. I cringed as the fabric drug over the wound, letting out a broken cry. “Shh. I know.” I felt his thumb trace my cheek. He was looking over the wound carefully when the last of my adrenaline drained from my body. I closed my eyes.

“Y/N?” I heard Todoroki but it sounded like he was far away. It got to the point where I couldn’t hold my head up, so I let it drop into Bakugo’s hand. “Y/N!”

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me, L/N.” I heard Bakugo beg and bring his hand back up. “Stay awake. Please.” His voice cracked.

“Bakugo, what’s going on? Is she alright?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He was trying to get me to respond but I didn’t have the energy. “Come on, stay awake for me baby, please! Come on baby!” I think my mind was playing tricks on me because I swear I heard him say baby.

“Baku…Todo…” I passed out to the sound of them yelling for me.

I woke up with a groan and a throb in my leg. I tried to move but only flinched in the process. There was also a weight across my back that seem to keep my in place. I forced my eyes open but thought I hadn’t for a moment, it was so dark. My eyes adjusted to the dark, picking up on the moonlight that lit the area. The weight move across my back and I looked over to see Todoroki asleep and holding me into his right side.

“Huh…” I looked around and saw Bakugo sitting on a rock a few yards away. He was staring out over the river and gently tossing rock into the water. “Bakugo.” His head shot my way before he was up in a flash and running over.

“How are feeling? I know there isn’t much we can do for the pain but is there anything I can do?” He asked in a whirlwind. I reached out for him and he grabbed my hand tightly, bringing it up to his face. “I feel so useless right now. Both of you are hurt pretty bad and all I can do is…is sit here.” He sat down hard.

“You’re not useless, Baku…” I shifted and tried to sit up. He reached forward and helped me. “You’ll never be useless to me.”

“Me either.” Todoroki said quietly behind me. We turned to look at him. He reached his hand out and Bakugo gripped it tight. I looked between them and saw that tenderness again. A pang went through my chest. I pulled my hand away from Bakugo and looked away from them. In the corner of my eye, I saw his head whip towards me.

“Baby?” I stopped breathing for a second before slowly looking at him. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me earlier but now, I’m not so sure.

“Baby?” I whispered, looking at the two. They shared a look before those tender eyes I saw earlier were turned on me. The breath caught in my throat again.

“Yes, baby.” Todoroki said. He reached up and cupped my cheek. “We’re both in love with you. We have been for a long time.”

“It was a problem at first since we both wanted you. We fought more than usual and tried to do anything to put the other down.” Bakugo explained. He looked down ashamed. “But then we realized it was getting us nowhere. We also realized our feelings for each other.”

“So we coupled while also tried to think of a way to confess to you.” Todoroki said. I had seen Bakugo give a face of confusion before rolling his eyes at Todo’s terminology. “We knew it was a long shot that you would accept us both.”

“Since it’s not normal. Three people together?” Bakugo picked up where Todoroki left off. He tsked before looking down at our hands. “A long shot. More like impossible. We just wanted you to know…”

“Hey, hey.” I interjected when I realized where he was going. They looked at me surprised and expectantly. “Don’t go deciding what I think on your own.” I took a breath, looking out over the water. “I have been in love with you too. Both of you. For so long but I… I never said anything because I thought there was no chance that either of you would go for me.” It was silent for a minute.

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bakugo chuckled. I looked up at him. I saw nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. I turned to see the same in Todoroki’s. I bit my lip trying to hide a smile but couldn’t. I smiled wide while laughing a little.

“We wasted a lot of time didn’t we?” I looked up sheepishly. They smiled and looked at each other.

“Nothing we cannot make up.” Todoroki said running a thumb over my cheek. I nuzzled into his hand. Baku’s grip tightened on my hand. I looked over at him. He was looking at us with a soft smile.

“I like the soft side of you.” I whispered. He chuckled before giving me a playful look.

“Yeah? Well it’s only for you two.” He said. He reached up and cupped the back of my neck. He leant forward and kissed my forehead. I felt a kiss on my hand as well. I looked at my two boys before I noticed Todoroki flinching.

“How is your wound?” I asked. He looked down at his side.

“Could be better but I’ll live. Bakugo did the best with what he had, for the both of us.” I nodded and reached to push hair off his forehead. Baku got up and walked away. I finally looked around us. Only now did I realize that we were lounging against some sort of cabana. I looked at it before looking at Bakugo.

“What?” He was walking back with our water canisters we had. “I wasn’t going to leave you out in the open. Looked like it was going to rain and I didn’t want to deal with you being sick on top of injured.” He retorted. He handed us our water bottles and went to look at Todo’s wound.

“Definitely not useless.” I said. He glanced up at me before looking away bashful. Todo lifted Baku’s head by the chin before giving him a sweet kiss. I giggled at the blush that went across Baku’s cheek. His eyes darted between us.

“Shut up.” He growled under his breath. We both bit back a laugh. I shifted to get more comfortable. A tug on my leg caused me to freeze in pain.

“Ah.” I squeaked, gripping onto my knee. A hand immediately found purchase on my back as I heard shuffling.

“Careful, don’t move to much darling.” Todo said softly. Baku knelt in front of me. He helped me move back to where I was leaning on Todo’s uninjured side. I set my head back on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to my temple.

“You’re hurt worse than me yet you’re comforting me as if you weren’t.” I felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“You’re leg is worse than you realize darling. Bakugo thinks they nicked your Achilles tendon.” My eyes widen in realization.

“Shit.” I said.

“Yep.” Bakugo said. He sighed before looking behind him. “I need to go and get Aizawa. There isn’t anything more I can do then make sure you’re comfortable. Damn. But I don’t want to leave you two here on your own with those shit head still out there.”

“Bakugo. I can still use my quirk and so can L/N. We are not entirely defenseless. Plus we don’t have to build a fire. I can keep us both warm. We’ll be okay for a time.” Todo assured him. Baku wasn’t completely convinced. “We’ll be okay. We are well hidden. Now go, just be quick and quiet.” Baku rolled his eyes at the last part.

“Fine. If I come back and find you two worse, I’ll maim you myself.” We laughed but agreed. He pressed a kiss to both of our heads before he was gone.

“Be safe.” I whispered.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s Bakugo. You know how he gets. No matter reckless he is, gets the job done.” I shook my head in agreement before relaxing into him. He tightened his arm around me. “Rest now. He’ll be back before you know it.”

“Alright.” I slipped into an uneasy slumber.

The next time I woke up, I was in a bed. I groaned at the pulse that went through my head. I reached up and rubbing my temple. A hand gently pushing mine aside before taking over and also carding their fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes slowly to adjust.

“Good morning, darling.” I heard Todoroki whisper. I looked up at him. He was sitting next to the bed, leaning on his forearm. He was smiling down at me.

“Morning.” I said before nuzzling into my blanket. A soft groan caught my attention. I looked down the bed to see Bakugo asleep in what looked to be the most uncomfortable position ever. I giggled.

“Ridiculous, isn’t he?” Todo said chuckling. I nodded before turning on my back to sit up. A small pain came from my leg. I whimpered. “Careful. You’re leg still isn’t healed. You were to worn out for Recovery Girl to heal it properly.”

“How about you?” He leant back and lifted his shirt without hesitation. I blanched at his brazen act.

“Same situation but she was able to heal it to a better point.” I nodded, eyes lingering on his abs. I looked away as he let go of his shirt. Bakugo moved as he seemed to be waking up. He stretched, arms extending to full length as he looked around. His eyes landed on me.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” His raspy, morning voice sent a chill down my spine. He scooted closer and set a gently hand on my right leg.

“Better but my head is killing me.” I said, closing my eyes.

“I’ll go get Recovery Girl.” Todo said. He stood and leaned over to kiss my head. He walked behind Baku and gave him a peck too. Baku smiled and stood to switch seats. He pulled Todo’s chair even closer and leant on his forearms. He looked at me tenderly. He reached up and began rubbing my temple.

“I’m glad you’re okay. That you’re both okay.”

“Thanks to you.” I sighed and closed my eyes again. He started humming as I dozed. After a few minutes of this, two sets of footsteps walked back towards us. I lazily turned my head and saw Todo with Recovery Girl in tow.

“Hello there sweetie. How are you feeling?”

“My leg is throbbing lightly and I have a headache.” I shifted a bit and groaned. “Other than that I am sore.”

“As to be expected.” She hopped up on a chair and leant over the bed. She looked over me before activating her quirk. I cringed as her lips pulled away from my head but I felt better. She ran a few more test on both Todoroki and I before she let the three of us leave.

“Well that was an experience.” Baku said exasperated. I chuckle but agreed. I saw Todoroki nod. After another few minutes of walking, I stopped in my tracks. It only took a few seconds for them to notice and look back at me.

“Where do we go from here?” I said, looking at the pavement.

“What do you mean? We are heading back to the…”

“Not that Icy Hot!” Baku interrupted. It was silent for a moment.

“Oh.” I smiled at the boy’s coyness. He could be clueless sometimes. “Darling. I thought we made it clear by now. We both want you, very much.”

“I know that but…” I looked up at them. “Where do we do with that? Are we just friends? Are we more? Like a poly? Or are we…”

“Babe, babe.” Baku came up and held my face. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you’re not ready right now to a take a step into a relationship with us, we can wait. If you want to take this so and start out with little stuff, we’ll do that to. If you want to jump right in, we’ll catch you.”

“It up to you.” Todo stood next to Baku. He replaced one of Bakugo’s hands so they were both holding my face. I smiled and reached up to hold their wrists. I thought about it for a moment before I launched myself at them, wrapping my arms around their necks in a hug.

“I don’t want to go slow but I don’t want to jump right in either. So something along the lines of a medium speed? All I know is I want to call both of you mine.” I felt their arms wrap around me and hold me tight. Todo rested his chin on top of my head and Baku nuzzled my hair. I relaxed into their arms, delighted I didn’t have to choose between the two.

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[kakiwrites]

Hey! I saw that you want requests for Bakugou it’s a angst to fluff my heart can’t take only angst. But it’s where him and the reader are dating and and after class is finished he leaves with the Bakusquad cos reader said they have to stay back after school when one of the bakusquad or even Bakugou notice they left something in class and they walk back to the class and they are about to go into the class and they hear reader talking to someone and that other person says something like “You’re really going to break up with him” and they think they here the reader say “yeah” however when they are looking into the class room they only seen reader and maybe Tsuyu or who ever and they don’t see that there is a third person in the room who was the one who was actually talking 👀 then Bakugo starts thinking about all the times people have warned him he ain’t a good enough boyfriend and one day they’ll leave him so that night in the common room he stays up later than normal to stay by the readers side cos he thinks if this is the last day they’re going to be together he wants to be by they’re side for as much as he can until they break up with him but finally at the end it somehow comes up and she explained what happened and it’s a happy ending 💙💙

overhearing the break-up gossip

Genre: angst to fluff

A katsuki bakugo x reader

a/n: what a detailed description, Anon! i couldn't resist hehe! So here it is! Hope you guys enjoy this! Let's get started!

"you really want to break up with him? Why?" a muffled voice asked, confusion swimming in their tone.

Bakugo froze in front of the classroom door, hearing the hushed voices behind it. He had left his notes on his desk and he wanted to read through them during lunch. but instead of going out in and out like he wanted, he now had his ear pressed against the door, straining to hear more.

"I… don't know. I just feel that things aren't working between us. It feels like he hates me…" another muffled voice said. Bakugo could tell that It was a different girl speaking. His curiosity was starting to nip at him little by little. Who was the one talking?

Bakugo was a hero, gossiping was out of the question in his line of work. But for some reason, this conversation just irked him. He wanted to know. So he did what he thought was necessary. He slowly pushed the door open so he would have a small gap to look into. The sight inside left him shocked and confused.

He saw you sitting at a desk, a sad expression on your face. He couldn't see who you were talking to but by the look on your face, he was sure that your love life was in the spotlight.

He felt his world crash right in front of him. His heartfelt like it was about to crack. What did he do? Did he do something so bad that caused you your whole relationship?

Where did he go wrong?

Bakugo's thoughts overwhelmed him. When he couldn't bear and listen anymore, he walked away, his mind in a jumble on what he needed to do.

He needed to win you back. The question was, how was he exactly going to do that?

"Woah," you exclaimed. You opened the door to see bakugo sitting on the edge of your bed. You glanced at your clock. 9:00 P.M. You looked at him suspiciously. "it's past your bedtime. What are you doing here?" you teased, jumping to sit beside your boyfriend with a kind smile.

"uh... I wanted to spend time with you..." he said, his voice octaves softer. That caused you to raise your brow. This was getting weirder and weirder.

"on a school night?"

Bakugo only shrugged, his crimson eyes looking at everywhere but you. Okay, something was definitely wrong. You sighed before you straddled his lap, your hands guiding his face up. You locked eyes with him.

"okay, something is definitely going on," you muttered, mostly to yourself. Bakugo tried to avert his gaze to no avail. "you can't keep anything from me, katsuki... Mind if you tell me what's the matter?"

Bakugo took a deep breath before he forced his gaze on his lap. "i... Just.... Want to be a good boyfriend for you..." he mumbled, embarrassed. You stared at him, dumbfounded. Bakugo was always confident in your relationship so for him to utter these words was very concerning.

"okay, this is not like you. What happened, babe?" you asked, your hand going to push katsuki's blonde hair back. You rested your forehead against his. You were ready to listen to what he has to say.

"i forgot my notes during lunch and i overheard you... Y-you want to break up with me." frustrated tears began to prick his eyes. He was frustrated because the cat is out of the bag now. You can finally discuss the breakup without it being so awkward. His thoughts were interrupted by your laughter. He furrowed his brows at you, confusion swimming in his eyes.

Why the fuck were you laughing?

"so that's what you're worried about?" you teased. Bakugo continued to stare at you as if you grew a third head. What was so funny about breaking up? "i was talking to my friend. She was having relationship problems and she wanted to talk to me for advice. Aoyama was there the whole time. He could vouch for me. " you explained.

With that one explanation, you felt Bakugo relax under you. He was that nervous of losing your relationship? Finally, bakugo gathered enough courage to rest his hands on your hips like he usually does. He shot you one of his more genuine smiles. He guided you to rest your head on his chest before he laid down on your soft covers.

"you really worried me there, dumbass." he chuckled before resting his lips on your forehead. "you owe me cuddles now. Don't you dare complain."

"didn't even think about it."

You fell asleep in each other's arms that night.

And that is all! Been awhile since i really wrote for bakugo so hopefully he's still up to standards. Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys ❤️💖💕

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[ambereyesandwine]

Interested

An EraserMic x Reader Smut One Shot

Notes/ Warnings: Established relationship with Shouta, Threesome, Oral (female receiving), Quirk Kink, Double penetration, anal, Fem reader, non-consensual recording of sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, it’s soft at the end.

WC: 3139

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar as always

           Hizashi sat down at his desk, his students having just left for the day, and found a small tape tucked neatly into the top drawer of his desk. He turned it over and found it labeled ‘Interested?’ in a familiar scrawl. He shrugged and popped it into his player, sliding his headphones over his ears as he hit play. It was normal for his best friend to give him music to review this way, so he figured he’d listen as he graded. That was until he heard a soft rhythm of moans coming through his headset. He squinted, confusion taking over his features as he heard his best friend speak.

           “I heard you and Midnight in the lounge today.”

           The moans stopped.

           “The conversation about who you’d want to be with if you weren’t mine.”

           Your voice was the next to come through. “Shouta, we were just-”

           “I know,” Hizashi listened intently as Shouta cut you off, “I’m not upset,” he reassured. “I’m interested.”

           “What do you-” your question died in your throat and was quickly replaced with a groan of approval.

           “You said you were curious about how he’d use his quirk.”

           The blonde waited on baited breath for your response to his best friend’s statement.

           “Use your words.” Shouta instructed.

           “You- ah-” a gasp escaped you, and your response was forced between heaving breaths, “Yes! Yes.”

           Shouta’s voice dropped considerably in tone, “Say his name for me, Kitten.”

           “Hizashi.”

           The word was short and barely audible, but it froze the man in his seat and he held his breath, waiting to see if you’d say his name again.

           Shouta tsked, “Say it like he can hear you.”

           “Hizashi.” This time it came as a moan dripping with need.

           The hero’s breath escaped him in a lustful groan, and he was suddenly very aware of the erection his pants were struggling to contain.

           “Shouta… please,” you sounded desperate, and Hizashi found himself whimpering at his desk, wanting to be the reason for the sounds you were making.

           “Tell me how you want him to fuck you.” He punctuated the sentence with a grunt.

           “I- fuck,” The word was drawn out and pornographic. “I want him to eat me out until I’m cumming on his tongue, and-” Your sentence was cut off by a sharp inhale. “Then I want him inside me. Hard, and-” Another gasp, “Faster.” You mewled, tone rising in pitch.

           Hizashi listened as Shouta’s breathing mixed sinfully with yours. His heart was pounding out of his chest and he shifted in his seat, trying in vain to relive the pressure in his groin.

           “That’s it, Kitten. Just a little more.”

           “Please, I’m gonna-”

           “Say his name while you cum for me.”

           Hizashi’s eyes fluttered shut and his lungs strained to take in the air he needed when the recorded version of you yelled his name as you climaxed.

           It was a moment of silence later when Shouta spoke again. “Good girl,” He cooed, “Get some rest.”

           The man sitting at his desk heard you give an appreciative hum before the sound clicked off. He reached for his phone to text Aizawa, “Very.”

-

           You stood in the shower with your eyes closed, letting the hot water run over your skin. You sighed as the stress of the day melted away. The plan had been to wait for your boyfriend to get home, but he’d taken too long to arrive, so you’d gotten in without him. He’d probably join you when he got home anyway.

           As if on cue, you heard the bathroom door click open and Shouta called out to you. “Y/n? I’m sorry I’m late, but I have a surprise. Eyes closed,” He commanded.

           You shook your head with a smile; he always made it up to you when he was late. “They are.”

           You heard the shower curtain pull back and felt him slide in behind you. He gripped your hips and planted small kisses over your neck and shoulders. You hummed sweetly and pushed your hips into him, feeling his erection press into the small of your back. You heard him drag a breath between his teeth when you ground your ass against him, and you chuckled slightly. “Shouta, this is nice, but it’s not really a surprise.”

           “Isn’t it though?” His voice came distinctly from in front of you. You froze and your eyes shot open to look your boyfriend, naked in all his glory, dead in the eye. Your heart raced and your stomach found a home in your throat until you heard the man behind you speak.

           The words brushed against the shell of your ear as the man pressed himself against you. “Hey, Princess.”

           Oh fuck. Hizashi had used the nickname before but never like that. His tone never sounded like he was ready to eat you alive. Every ounce of air in your body left you in a groan when Hizashi pinched at one of your peaked nipples. Your hand landed on top of his where he still gripped your hip and pulled up his fingers to interlock them with yours. You dragged his hand to hover at the top of your thighs.

           You felt Hizashi stop for a moment, and your question of why was answered when you saw Shouta nod. Having been given the approval he needed, the blonde’s fingers dipped between your legs and made quick work of finding your clit. You moaned, back arching off Hizashi’s chest as he drew careful circles around the bud of nerves. You gripped his forearm like your life depended on it and tilted your head to the side to give him more space for the love bites he was leaving.

           “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered the compliment into your neck and placed a kiss in the same spot, like he was sealing it into your skin. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this. To hear you make these sounds for me.”

           His words made you whimper, and you relaxed into his chest as he continued to touch you.

           “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and Shouta is a very lucky man.”

           That made you turn to face him. You searched the lime-green eyes in front of you for only a moment before you kissed him.

           “Y/n,” He breathed your name like a prayer into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You poured every ounce of love you held for him into that kiss and you hoped he could feel it. The kiss broke when you felt Shouta press against your back, and having seen his opportunity, your boyfriend took Hizashi’s chin in his hand and pulled him into a deep kiss over your shoulder. The blonde moaned and you felt each of them twitch with need.

           “Bedroom. Now.” Were the first words out of Shouta’s mouth when he pulled back and the three of you quickly made your way across the hall. Shouta sat down near the edge of your bed first and patted the sheets in front of him, which you knew was a signal for you. You sat with your back to him and felt him slide closer, hands reaching your knees and slowly parting your legs as Hizashi watched. “Hizashi is going to show you how he can use his quirk, if you’re good for him.”

           Your breathing picked up speed and both men noticed, giving each other a sly smile before Hizashi knelt before you.

           “Say my name, Princess.” The blonde planted kisses on the insides of your thighs, slowly getting closer to your core.

           You started to squirm, so Shouta reached down to hold your hips in place. “Hold still, Kitten.” He kissed your temple before looking to Hizashi with lust-blown eyes.

           You watched as the man before you shifted his gaze from your boyfriend to you before he spoke again. “Say my name.”

           “Hizashi,” You responded in a sultry tone.

           He hummed in approval and licked a stripe up your folds before delving into your cunt with his tongue.

           “Fuck!” Your hand instinctively reached for him, fingers threading through his hair and pulling.

           He backed away. “Woah, Princess, careful. You’re gonna get me all riled up.”

           “Zashi, please,” You begged.

           The blonde returned to his place between your legs and alternated between penetrating you with his tongue and circling your clit as he pushed you closer to the edge. You rode his face, grinding into him with small pleasured moans, until he started to hum. You gasped, back arching away from Shouta’s chest as he continued to hold your hips in place. When your orgasm came out of nowhere, you cried Hizashi’s name, and heard Shouta moan behind you. Hizashi worked you through it, slowing down until you stopped shaking before he withdrew. Shouta reached for the blonde and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting you in the other man’s mouth.

           The two worked in tandem to move you up the bed and Shouta immediately had you pinned beneath him. “Are you going to be good for us, kitten?”

           “Yes.”

           His hand wrapped around you throat, “Yes, what?”

           “Ah-” You choked on your reply for a second before you could form the words in your mind. “Yes, sir.”

           “Mmm,” He hummed appreciatively, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb. “Good girl.” Shouta leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss and he lingered, hovering only inches from you face when he finally broke the contact. He searched your eyes for a moment, all dominance and lust aside, and whispered the question, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

           You smiled at him softly and slipped one of your hands from his loosened grip to touch his cheek. “Yes, Shou, I’m sure.” You turned to look at Hizashi and found the same question in the blonde’s eyes. You reached for your best friend and pulled him into you to kiss him deeply. “I’m sure,” You whispered into his mouth.

           Hizashi’s arms snaked around your back and hips and pulled you as close to him as he could get you, before he rolled you onto your back. You giggled as he peppered kisses over your face and worked his way down to your neck. A small gasp escaped you when Hizashi nipped the pulse point beneath your jaw and you ground your hips up into his.

           “Zashi-” Your moan was cut off by another kiss.

           His hands traced paths up and down your sides, and his mouth found your tit, sucking and rolling his tongue over your peaked nipple. The moans he drew from you were only fuel, and when you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled, he released a throaty groan. “What do you need from me, Princess?”

           “Fuck me,” There was no hesitation in your answer. “Please, Hizashi, I need you.”

           “Oh, baby girl,” He murmured into your temple, “How the hell did I wait this long for you?” He slid a hand down to line himself up and you felt him press against your entrance. Your head tilted back, and you inhaled deeply as you felt him slowly slide into your dripping core. “Fuck,” the word was breathy and barely audible as Hizashi hung his head, taking in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

           You placed your hand on the side his face to draw his attention and when he made eye contact, you kissed him. He hummed when you bit his lip and you smiled up at him, searching his lust blown eyes for any sign of hesitation. You found none.

           “Hizashi,” The word came from where Shouta sat on the bed and you both looked to your boyfriend, slowly stroking himself. “Move.”          

           Hizashi rolled his hips once, slowly, and an explicit moan escaped from both of you before he pulled almost all the way out of you. The blonde snapped his hips forward and set a pace that had you whimpering and clawing at his back.

           “Make those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart,” His thrusts were pushing you closer to the edge again. “You look so beautiful like this, God, I love you.”

           “I love you too,” Your words were cut off by Hizashi going still inside you and being yanked back by the roots of his hair. Shouta stared at the blonde, chest heaving and hand still wrapped in his best friend’s hair. There was a moment of silence in which no one moved before Shouta crashed his lips into Hizashi’s.

           “Shou, I-” Hizashi started.

           “I know,” The man’s words were pressed between urgent kisses.

           “Thank God.”

           Shouta pulled away from the kiss and pushed Hizashi slowly to the side, which the blonde took as a signal to get off of you and lay on his back. “Y/n,” Your boyfriend curled his finger in the ‘come here’ motion and you obeyed, perching in front of him on your knees. He pulled you in by the back of your neck to kiss you, moaning when you pressed your hips into his. “You think you can take both of us, Kitten?”

           A groan fell from your lips as heat pooled in your core. “Please.”

           “Good girl.” He nodded toward Hizashi’s form laying behind you and watched carefully as you moved to straddle his best friend’s hips. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube you kept there. It wasn’t the first time Shouta would be buried balls-deep in your ass.

           “Y/n,” Hizashi’s tone was strained when he said your name, but you continued to slowly stroke him as you lifted your hips. “Princess, please, just let me feel you,” He begged as his grip tightened on your hips, trying to pull you to him.

           You lined him up and slowly sank onto him. A soft and breathy moan escaped you when you felt the stretch return as his length slid into you. You sat still for a moment before you felt a hand press against your back, and you leaned forward as Shouta applied pressure to push you. The closeness of you face to Hizashi’s gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him again as you heard the bottle click open behind you. You didn’t break contact with the blonde’s lips until you gasped, feeling two of Shouta’s fingers press into your ass, covered in the cool liquid. “Fuck,” You drew the word out.

           “Shouta,” The blonde spoke, his tone dripping with need, “I can feel you.”

           “Mmhmm, we’re almost there,” he replied.

           “Ah!” You shook as Shouta spread his fingers, prepping you for his cock. You relaxed slightly when he withdrew his fingers, but your muscles tensed again when you felt him press against your hole.

           Hizashi’s eyes focused over your shoulder for a moment before he looked to you, seriousness in his eyes, “Ready?”

           “Yes,” The word was clipped with a sharp inhale as Shouta began to slide inside you.

           “Oh,” Hizashi let out a choked moan, “Sweetheart, relax, I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

           When Shouta bottomed out in your ass, he bent over to kiss your shoulder gently and whispered, “You okay, Kitten?”

           “I’m okay,” your tone was shaky, the pressure in your abdomen building, even with the two of them sitting still.

           “Good girl.”

           You saw Hizashi’s gaze focus behind you again and he nodded before both of them pulled out and snapped their hips forward at the same time. You screamed in pleasure and the men set an unforgiving rhythm of pounding into you as you did everything you could not to let your arms give out. You felt hands playing with your tits, pulling at your hips and ass, and the coil in your core getting tighter. Their pace was relentless, and you found yourself unable to focus on anything except how they felt, buried inside you and fucking you into oblivion as you chanted their names like a prayer.

           “I’m- fuck- I’m close,” You barely managed the words as you felt each of their thrusts start to faulter.

           “Us too, Kitten,” Shouta could hardly speak between his moans, “Just a little more.”

           “She’s clamping down, I can’t-”

           You screamed when your orgasm crashed over you, walls contracting around the men inside you as they continued to fuck into you.

           “I’m cumming,” The man below you warned as he tried to lift your hips to pull out of you. You had enough of your mind still to force your hips down onto his and you felt him fill you with cum as your boyfriend’s thrusts became erratic. Shouta rammed his cock into you one last time and came, filling your ass with semen too.

           For a moment the three of you were still, but your arms began to shake, and Hizashi noticed.

           “Come here, Princess,” He pulled your arms from under you and supported you as he gently lowered you into his chest to hold you. “Are you okay?”

           Your voice was blissful and tired when you replied, “Yes.” You felt the blonde press a kiss to your temple and rub your back as he held you. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and you asked, “How do you feel?”

           He smiled softly, “Really good, Sweetheart. I’m really good.”

           It was then that you felt Shouta finally pull out of you. He left the room and came back a few moments later. Hizashi pulled out of you and you felt a damp cloth press between your thighs. You hummed appreciatively as your boyfriend cleaned you up as he always did, and you heard Hizashi hiss from overstimulation when Shouta moved to clean him up too.

           “Thank you, Shou,” Your words were soft as you started to let your tiredness take over.

           “Mmhmm,” He responded and kissed your forehead before leaving the room again.

           Your eyelids grew heavier with each blink, and the last thing you remembered was feeling your boyfriend slide into bed before you fell asleep.

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           You woke up in what must have been the small hours of the morning, given that the sky was still dark. Hizashi was curled into you, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head nestled into your chest. You moved to run your fingers through his hair, and he snuggled ever closer before his breathing returned to his light snore. You looked down to the foot of the bed and found your legs comfortably tangled with the men’s as they slept, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Shouta?” You whispered and looked up to find your boyfriend was already watching you with warm eyes from his place snuggled into Hizashi’s back. “Can we keep him?”

           The man gave an amused exhale, “That’s funny, I was just going to ask if you were interested.”

[mizunetzu]

Hi! I love your writing and I wanted to know if you could do one where the reader is trans masc and their dad is aizawa And no of 1a knows (except aizawa) until someone who went to school with them starts bullying them, and publicly outs them. And so aizawa makes a really big deal, and accidentally mentions that the reader is his kid, But everyone in 1a supports them and are more shocked when they find out their dad is aizawa. Thank you!!!! I know it's weird I just want validation tbh (´-﹏-`；)

Hi hi hi !! I wasn’t sure if this ask requested male pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘trans masc’) or GN pronouns (bc of the use of the word ‘they’ across the request) feel free to educate me on that!! But for now, I used Male Pronouns!

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Platonic! Aizawas trans male kid gets outed

⚠️warnings - mentions of outing, deadnaming, me antagonizing shindo bc haha I needed a bad guy-

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Loading off the bus, (Y/n) stretched his arms and let out a huff. He rubbed at his eyes, and activated his quirk slightly to see if it still worked. It wasn’t like it was going to go away, but it became habit to see if he could still do it after a long time or not. A useless habit, you could say.

Though, it was important he still had his quirk, since today was the day he was going to take the Provincial Licensing Exam. Along with his classmates.

(Y/n) strolled around the area, being sure not to stray too far away from his own class and bus. There seemed to be many schools here. Most of them, upperclassmen. (Y/n) swallowed the lump in his throat and stalked up to Kirishima to calm his nerves.

Kirishima spotted him, giving him a curt slap on the back. (Y/n) coughed, adjusting his hero costumes chest area.

“Yo! Aren’t you excited for this thing? Whaddya think we’re gonna do?”

(Y/n) let out a timid laugh, his voice noticeably deep, but almost borderline androgynous. Like he was trying to force it to go lower than it naturally was. An ear perked up from somewhere behind (Y/n). “Yeah, I’m getting kinda pumped u-“

“Well-I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

That sickeningly sweet voice made (Y/n) scrunch up his nose. He didn’t turn around. Nevertheless, the voice kept going. “Eh, well, that’s a lie. Your face was practically plastered everywhere on tv.”

“Tell me-how’s it feel to go to the famous UA, Sayaka-chan?”

(Y/n) kept his eyes fixated on the ground, still facing Kirishima as he looked between the two, confused.

“Uh-I think you got the wrong guy, dude. This dudes well...a dude.”

“Mm?” The boy was taken aback, before smirking and leaning next to (Y/n’s) ear. He said, rather loudly, “You didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

“Shut up, Shindo.” (Y/n) voice was quiet. It wasn’t as deep as it was ‘normally’, but it sounded very much less strained. Kirishima seemed to catch on, though he said nothing, out of respect. Though, Shindo did the exact opposite.

“Don’t be so rude, Yaka-chan! I’m just saying hi to my old friend!” Shindo turned to Kirishima, as the UA students started noticing their little show. That-and a scruffy man, who was now completely ignoring what Ms Joke was saying to turn his ears on hyperfocus. “Don’t mind her. I guess she’s on her period today or something.”

“Ne-what’s happing here? Do you know (Y/n)-kun or something?” Mina said. (Y/n) cringed at hearing his name. He knew Shindo was going to say it. Don’t say it. Don’t-

“(Y/n)? That’s the name Sayaka-chan goes by these days?”

His seemingly friendly smile made (Y/n) want to puke. Mina titled her head. “Sayaka? You probably have the wrong person. This is (Y/n).”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), his dirty, smug glare being hidden behind a innocent, confused smile. “You really didn’t tell them, Sayaka?”

Shindo took a deep breath in. (Y/n) pursed his lips. “Don’t fucking-“

“Sayaka here,” Shindo slung an arm around the boy. “She’s a crossdresser. She’s ‘trans’. Isn’t that great?”

(Y/n) noticeably stiffened, biting his lip harshly and keeping his eyes pointed harshly at the ground like it was the only way to keep tears from flowing. He clenched his knuckles in embarrassment.

Before (Y/n), Mina, or Kirishima could say something, a hunched over, dark figure placed a hand on Shindo’s shoulder. His nice boy smile dropped. Aizawa, uncharacteristically, looked like he was seething.

“Shindo. Kid. Get away from my son. Before I find your teacher.”

Kirishimas eyes widened while Mina gasped. Son? Shindo bit back a snarl. He smiled irritably and put his sweet tone back on. “What? I’m just talking to Sayaka-chan-“

“His name is (Y/n). If you really want to be a hero, I suggest not being a nuisance to my son or any of my students.” Aizawa grumbled.

Shindo scoffed. “I’m sorry I offended you, mr...scruffy man. I’m not sure which son you’re talking about, though. Don’t you have a daughter-?”

Aizawa reached for his capture weapon, eyes glaring a Ruby red. Shindou was about to lurch forward when Ms Joke stepped in between the two. She huffed, turning to Shindo first.

“Shindo-kun, should you be changing into your hero costume about now? Go do that! The class already went ahead without you!”

Shindo gasped, his persona back on like a mask. “Oh! That’s right! I’m sorry Miss! See you guys! Do your best!”

Shindo turned to (Y/n), in a low whisper. “See you, Sayaka.” And timpered off. Ms Joke turned to Aizawa.

“And you!” She put her arms on her hips. “Just because your kid’s being teased a bit doesn’t mean you have to reach for your weapon!”

Aizawa seemingly let go of his scarf he’d been clutching for a while now. His hair flopped down and framed his face once more. “He wasn’t teasing. He’s been bullying my son since his 2nd year of middle school.”

(Y/n) was awkwardly standing behind Aizawa. Since they had no intention of bringing him in personally to the conversation, he shoved his hands into his pockets. It was then he noticed the majority of 1A staring at him.

He paled. Flashbacks of Shindo publicly outing him whipped by his mind, along with the way he hid his disgusted glare when he came out as trans initially in his 2nd year of middle school. It was his third year and (y/n’s) second year, Shindo being one of (y/n’s) closest friends until he became a ‘crossdresser’.

Were his new UA classmates going to to treat him the same? Would all the girls and boys be hesitant to undress themselves with him nearby, because he’s a “lesbian/girl perving on the guys”? Was he going to have to mend all of these relationships from the start again? A bottomless pit dug into his stomach. He didn’t want that.

Stagnant air filled the atmosphere as everyone stared at (y/n). Already thinking of excuses, explanations, anything, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I-“

“You’re Aizawa’s son?!” Kaminari yelled, pointing a finger at (y/n). (Y/n) blinked, letting out a confused “eh?”

Mina popped in, flailing her arms in the air like Iida, but less stiff. “Dude! That’s so cool! You think you can tell him to round my 48 into a 90 from last weeks quiz?!”

Slowly but surely, his classmates started crowding around him, all talking at once. There were “Ohh-I can see the resemblance now!”s and “dude how are you still alive?!”s. Everyone seemed to forget what Shindo was talking about.

(Y/n) stood silent. “You guys...aren’t going to mention it?”

Most everyone stopped talking. Sero stepped forward. “Does it really matter? Your still our classmate, man. Plus, Aizawas your fuckin’ dad.”

Murmurs of agreement mused out from the surrounding crowd of UA students. (Y/n) smiled, attempting to answer every question about him or Aizawa as possible.

Ms Joke whistled from far away. Aizawa sleepily lolled his head towards her away from watching his son carefully, seeing if any students acted rudely in anyway.

“So your class didn’t know he was...y’know.”

“Mm.” Aizawa hummed. “Though, they seem to be more interested in him being my son than him not being ‘born a son’. M’glad that they’re bothering him instead of me. But knowing them, they’ll probably ask me some things after the exam.”

“I’m not meaning this in any mean way, but,” Ms Joke was oddly serious. “How are you so fine with this...change? It’s not like I’m saying it’s wrong, no, but you accepted it rather quickly and his transition happened pretty much overnight.”

“Does it really matter if he’s a boy or a girl or not? He’s still a pain in the ass. You don’t need a specific gender to be a problem child. As long as he’s keeping up with hero training and classes, I don’t really care.”

Aizawas eyes betrayed his words. They were dry, as usual, but they observed his students every move, every word they throw at his kid like he was stalking his prey. Like he was subtly saying “Say one misgendering thing, and I’ll expel you.”

In the end, Aizawa was a big softie. His child was happy, and that was fine by him. And, he’s less to deal with when he’s happy. His words, not mine. Ms Joke sighed, knowing her answer, and faced forward.

“Go out with me!”

“Go to hell.”

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I’m sorry for assigning a ‘dead name’ in this fic; and I’m sorry if this fic was actually a they/them one!! Sincerest apologies :(

[shoutaaizawas]

↳ bakugou katsuki x reader → ❝wait for you❞ part one

summary: bakugou is your best friend, you both dream to become great heroes. when bakugou ends up in a coma most move on but you can’t leave your best friend behind.  word count: 2k+ tags/warnings: romance, angst (with a happy ending eventually),  a/n: im alive! sort of. finally finished one of my many wips in between watching greys anatomy. shoutout to the show for some inspiration for this. those background patient plot lines hurt sometimes.

Bakugou Katsuki was your best friend. That might be hard for a lot of people to believe considering how hostile he could be sometimes. Most would describe him as feisty and unfriendly but there was always something that drew you to him. From the first day at UA, you knew he was going to be your best friend even if he didn’t want to at first.

It didn’t take long for him to start liking you back even if he refused to admit it. It was impossible for him to deny that it was nice to be cared about and it was harder to deny that he cared about you. It was something he never expected, to care about someone so much that when you missed a meal he would be shoving food in front of you, or if you were staying up too late he would force you to go to bed early. Even the smallest things about you concerned him.

The two of you made the perfect pair, you helped each other train and study. When he went through his worse times you were there for him, through the nightmares, through the panic attacks, you helped him when he didn’t want anyone to see him.

Bakugou wasn’t your only friend but your relationship with him meant everything to you. Your friendship with him ran deep. He was your person. He was the first person you thought about every day, he was the first person you told good news to, the first person you went to when you were upset.

Your friendship was everything to you and you always imagined it meant a lot to him as well.

Throughout the school years, it only got deeper. It was finally your last year of high school and you and Bakugou were both on track to become amazing heroes. Both of you had worked so hard to be at the top of your class and it was almost time to go into the real hero world. You had even both secured spots at the top agency you had been eyeing for a long time.

You wondered if you would be partners at your agency? That would be too perfect. Both of you had bright futures ahead of you but one day took that away.

It was a normal day, you and Bakugou were working your intern patrol shift. It was sunny but not too hot and things were reasonably calm. There were a few crimes to keep things interesting but nothing too dangerous. It was a good day.

The two of you were eating lunch, you had gotten your favorite sushi for lunch despite the fact that Bakugou wanted to get ramen. But fair was fair and you had won your game of rock, paper, scissors.

That’s when the chaos broke out. A villain was attacking and you both sprung into action without a second thought. It was going well as it usually did, you worked together flawlessly. A perfect team. That was until Bakugou took a hit neither of you saw coming.

The sight of him tumbling across the pavement made you sick. You quickly subdued the villain before running to Bakugou’s side. He was laying on the ground face down. You turned him over, his face was covered in blood. Your heart sunk at the sight of him, eyes half open and face bruised.

Sirens alerted them to the arrival of the ambulances.

“Katsuki, you’re gonna be okay. Don’t move, help is here.” You said, hand brushing against his face.

“I-” He said, his voice hushed. “Sunshine I-”

Sunshine. The nickname started out condescending, an insult almost but somewhere along the line it became endearing. A pet name almost.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t strain yourself, please.” You said, grabbing his hand squeezing it tight. “You’re going to be okay.”

Bakugou was put on a stretcher and rushed to an ambulance, you rode with them trying to stay calm as they helped him. You held back asking questions not wanting to interrupt.

Bakugou’s red eyes stayed focused on you as you held his hand while trying to stay out of the way.

“It’s going to be okay, you have to be okay. You’re my best friend.” You said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Katsuki I-”

Bakugou’s eyes slipped closed and it was hard not to tear up in fear. You wanted to tell him how you felt but you hesitated and now he couldn't hear you. Your heart raced in your chest. He would be fine, he always was. He was a fighter and he always pulled through.

Waiting was the worst thing anyone could sit through is the conclusion you came to. Sitting in the hospital’s waiting room staring at the patterned tile you were suffering. The thought of Bakugou in an operating room opened up hurt you to your core. The urge to sob was strong but you refused to. Bakugou would be okay and he would tease you endlessly if he found out that you cried over him.

Bakugou would be fine. You knew he would. He had to be.

Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou showed up, looking more scared than you had ever seen them before. You were familiar with his parents, they had invited you over many times for dinner and they always got along with you.

“What did they say?” Bakugou’s mother asked as she approached you, she grabbed your arms frantically.

“He’s in surgery, they aren’t saying much.” You told her. She let out a sigh sitting down next to you.

Time went by slowly as the three of you waited impatiently. Finally, the doctor appeared.

“Bakugou family?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s us.” Ms. Bakugou stood up along with you and her husband.

“The surgery went well, we were able to fix the trauma and bleeding in his brain. He’s patched up but there was swelling during the surgery.” The doctor said solemnly, his hands held together.

“What does that mean?” Mr. Bakugou questioned.

“The likelihood of him waking up is very low.” He said.

It felt like everything around you was falling apart.

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?” Mrs. Bakugou shouted. “If you fixed everything, what’s wrong with him?”

The doctor began to explain it but everything around you went fuzzy. You couldn’t hear anything, you felt sick. Before you could do anything else you ran outside of the hospital making it to a tree before throwing up.

Bakugou wouldn’t wake up. He was alive but he wasn’t going to wake up. The next year of your life was so clear in your mind, graduating, working beside Bakugou, climbing the ranks, becoming amazing heroes. Together. It was all gone, how were you supposed to go on without him? You couldn't picture your life without him.

You stood in front of his hospital room door still. If you stepped through that door you knew that it was over. The image of Bakugou standing strong next to you ready to face the world would be gone. The reality of what happened would set in and you could never go back.

It was easy to picture him, picture those moments with him. The first time you met him, you were both so young. He was so feisty and unwilling to befriend anyone. The memory of him yelling at everyone around you.

You could remember the day you had gotten through to him, had a heart to heart. His red eyes looked so soft for the first time and you knew that you would do anything to keep his trust in you so he would always feel safe enough to open up to you.

The memory of him in his dorm, scared and breathing quick after a nightmare. You had crawled into bed with him and held him. He protested at first but quickly realized you were more stubborn than him this time. Then he realized how nice it felt to be held by someone who cared about you, who wanted you to feel better. How safe he felt in your arms. The softness of his blond locks was unforgettable.

This morning was so clear, Bakugou in his hero costume laughing at a dumb joke you made. You would never see him stand tall again. You took a deep breath.

Softly you opened the door revealing the hospital bed. The sound of beeps filled the room. Walking up to the bed you took in a shaky breath.

Bakugou laid in the bed hooked up to wires. The side of his hair was shaved, where the surgery was. He was still, the steady rise and fall of his chest was the only sign of life. He looked so peaceful.

You sat in the chair beside the bed, head in your hands, a broken sob coming out of you.

“You have to wake up.” You said looking up at him, taking his hand in yours. “I know you can pull through this, I can’t do this alone. What kind of hero would I be without you?”

There was no reply to your cries.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let this happen." You cried. "I'm sorry we didn't get what you wanted for lunch. If I could go back, if I could do everything different I would. I wish it was me."

Tears streamed down your face as sobs wracked your body.

"You're my best friend, you're my everything." You cried.

Everything felt empty. Time passed, life moved on. Your friends, your fellow students tried to console you while they grappled with the fact that Bakugou wasn’t around anymore. Your teachers looked at you with sad eyes, knowing that these things came with hero work but you were far too young to be dealing with it.

Graduating, something you had looked forward to for so long tasted like ash in your mouth. Standing there with your classmates taking pictures, everything was numb. All you could see was Bakugou laying in that hospital bed unmoving.

Life moved on but you felt like you stood still. You started working at the agency and you worked hard doing your best. The only thing you could do was be the best hero you could be to prevent people from getting hurt like Bakugou did. Even as you progressed and life moved on you felt like time was frozen.

After every shift you visited him, you would bring your dinner with you and eat in his room. You would tell him about your day. On good days you could convince yourself he could hear you.

Time moved on and less people visited. Your fellow students got busy with their hero careers. His parents visited on the weekends, Aizawa would visit once a month. Sometimes you ran into him. The two of you would sit there in silence.

“Do you visit him a lot?” Aizawa asked.

“Everyday.” You answered. “Almost every single day.”

“Why?” He asked, his gaze not moving from his former student.

“He’s my best friend. I can’t stand the thought of him sitting here alone.” You answered, a tear dripping down your cheek. “If he was awake I know we would see each other every day, it feels wrong to not see him. Even if he is asleep, even if he doesn’t know I’m here. I can't go without him, even if he's just laying here.”

“I understand.” He said.

Aizawa didn’t explain but you knew deep down he understood how you felt.

It took time, you had a lot of time to think when you weren't talking out loud to Bakugou's unconscious body.  It took time but you finally realized something.

You loved Bakugou Katsuki.

Not just the way someone loves their friend, no something deeper than that. Why else would someone spend every day with their unconscious friend? Even as years passed.

Looking back it all made sense, how validating it felt to tell Bakugou about the highs and lows of your life.  How much you focused on the small touches between you and him. How the thought of not spending the rest of your life with him tore you apart.

How had it taken you so long to realize?

Everything about him made you feel alive. His shining qualities, his flaws, his quirks, everything about him made you happy.  You loved him so deeply, how had you never known?

You loved Bakugou Katsuki and it was too late to do anything about it.

Years passed. Your career progressed, you climbed the hero charts and you became the hero you and Bakugou always aimed to be. Even if you had made it to the thing you wanted more than anything else in life it felt empty.

All you wanted was your best friend there with you. You wanted to tell him how you felt. Not just his unconscious body. You felt like a ghost, all of your friends lived their lives but you couldn’t enjoy it. You didn’t go out with them, you spent all your time with Bakugou at his bedside.

Every day you hoped, prayed he would wake up.

Time was an odd thing, getting old felt wrong. You looked older and so did Bakugou even if he laid there unmoving all this time. His hair was longer than it had been but you kept up with it. The nurses let you trim his hair, shave his facial hair when you had the time. It made you feel a little less helpless.

It had been a long day, a bad day. People died, people, you should have saved. You should have been fast enough, you should have been a better hero.

Sitting next to Bakugou you told him about your day.

“I moved, I reached to grab them but I wasn’t fast enough.” You said. “They died because I wasn’t fast enough.”

The tears streamed down your face. You reached forward grabbing his hand.

“You're here in this bed because I wasn’t fast enough, I was a bad partner I should have saved you. I should have taken the hit for you. I wish it was me in this bed, I wish I was dead.” You sobbed, breaths heavy it felt like you were suffocating. You were drowning, you had been since that day.

The sounds of your sobs were loud, your hand limply grasping at his. Your breathing stopped at the movement under your hand.

“Katsuki?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him. His eyes fluttered under his eyelids.

part two

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[uniqorrn]

KiriBaku X Reader

A/N: I’m a huge simp for KiriBaku x reader fanfic. I hope ya’ll like this since I just spent a week editing and writing this pfffttt. 

Pairing: KiriBaku x reader 

Warnings: kidnapping, some inappropriate behavior/words, some blood, angst but some love and fluff to balance it out at the end.

Prompt: You, kirishima, and Bakugo, along with your other classmates end up having to fight villains on the street in a sudden attack. However, you get caught in one of the villains arms and taken away in front of everyone. Kirishima and Bakugo watched as you dippeared and they would do anything to get you back.

Key:

e/c = eye color

Y/n = your name

Y/h/c = your hair color

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“Tch, dammit!”

“What happened?!”

“Where did this sudden attack come from?”

The confused screams and shouts of your friends filled your ears as your gaze settled upon one of the villains that attacked the street. The attack came out of no where and startled everyone, leaving shocked looks on their faces. It left the class of 1-A without their costumes too, a bad position to be in as your costumes aided you guys in battle.

Your e/c narrowed onto the man in front of you, studying him to see what his next move could possibly be. You were fighting on the out skirts of the city with a few pro hero’s however, you got word that most of your classmates and boyfriends(Kirishima and Bakugo) were all somewhere in the center fighting in the middle, per usual. That’s where you were now, in the center of the large city, eyes narrowed onto the man dressed in black with the smirk of the devil written across his face under his mask.

You hadn’t seen Bakugo or Kirishima yet, only having seen Deku and Todoroki fighting another villain on the other end of the clearing. That rumor about everyone being here didn’t seem to be true.

“Well. Well. Well. lol Kenya we have here. A pretty little thing ain’t she?” The villains masked voice spoke through the clearing, breaking your thoughts and bringing you back to reality. You couldn’t think about Kirishima and Bakugo right now, they would be perfectly fine in battle being so strong.

“What do you say we okay a little game.... hmm..?” The villains tone was dark and rather scary, causing an uncomfortable shiver to flow down your spine. Something about him seemed off. I mean everything about a villain was off but, this guy? He was kreepeir. He took out a deck of cards, shuffling them in his hands like a pro, he grabbed a card between to long fingers and pointed it at you as if asking you to take it.

“I don’t have time for games” you spat, eyes narrowing more onto the target in front of you. You could almost see the creepy smirk he had on under his black mask.

“Awe.. that’s a pity.” He whispered, but in an instant he was gone until cold hands grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down slightly to prevent movement.

“However, I guess I’ll have to take you somewhere else to play the game then.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hitting against it making you even more uncomfortable. The villain had caught you off guard, your body freezing as one of his hand made there way to your neck.

“I think you’ll be the perfect-“

“Oi! Get your hands off her you dick!” The all to familar angry shout had you slightly relieved as the light from Bakugos explosions clouded your vision. However, the hands on your shoulders didn’t lift up. Bakugos attack seemed to have done nothing to the villan. Kirishima ran up behind him, scolding him for not being careful with his attacks.

“Sorry boys but, me and little princess here have some place to be.” And with that a blue glow formed around your body, blackness slowly starting to fill your vision as you were sucked into a portal. The last thing you had seen was the terrified looks on Bakugo and Kirishimas faces as you screamed for help.

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“Dammit dammit dammit!!” Bakugo screamed, his fists colliding with the ground you had been standing on just moments ago, hot ears leaking from his eyes and onto the stone floor. Kirishima stood behind him, his eyes watering over in anger. Angry that he couldn’t save you. Unlike Kirishima this wasn’t normal behavior from Bakugo. He usually kept his emotions bottled up inside, preferring not to share them unless he absolutely had to but, seeing you get taken away in front of him broke his heart.

“That bastard! He’ll pay for this” He continued to shout as members of class 1-A gathered around them, making a small circle around Bakugo and Kirishima. It was quiet for a while, no one dared to speak, shocked that yet another classmate was kidnapped. Everyone seemed to have known what happened judging by how Bakugo was reacting. Their classmate, their friend, someone they’ve known for a good while, was taken from them. 

Kirishima sucked in a harsh breath, flashbacks from when Bakugo was kidnapped filled his head which made his breathing even more uneven. Usually, it would be Kirishima to make the first move in comforting one of the two in their three way relationship. However, it was Bakugo who stood up and placed a warm comforting hand on his boyfriends shoulder. In that moment, as tears streamed down both their faces they silently promised each other they would get you back, even if it meant dying to save you.

Class 1-A spent that night in the hospital, doctors checking over their wounds and injuries to make sure they were alright. Many citizens thanked the group for helping them by giving them comforting words and phrases of encouragement. It didn’t phase them though, everyone-including the teachers- were still shocked and upset about what had happened. Bakugo and Kirishima were forced home that night as well, told that they would find you tomorrow but the two hot headed boys couldn’t wait that long but they had too, all they could was hope that you could hold on till morning-till they came to save you. 

~~~~~~~~~~ “Put me down you freak!” Your voice was dry and hoarse but you continued to shout anyway hoping that someone would hear you. He jerked you around roughly, shutting you up as he roughly shoved you to the ground in an empty, cold, dark room. A pained gasp left your lips as the wind was knocked out of you. You tried to stand up but fell right back down as your body was too weak to move. 

“Pathetic. What a lame excuse for a hero.....” The villain continued on with his rambling. You tuned him out though, not listening to what he was saying as tears finally fell from your e/c eyes. You swallowed thickly, trying to steady your breathing and keep quiet. A sudden kick to your side pressed you against the wall before the guy left the room, the large metal door slamming against the stone walls, the sound echoing around the empty room. 

That's when it hit you. You were stuck in here and couldn’t get out. The sobs escaped your body harshly, straining your throat with each sob that left your mouth. You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly against your body as you cried. It was cold and dark, you had no idea where you were and you know for a fact that you were making Kirishima and Bakugo worry. 

Eventually the crying slowed down, and you drifted off to sleep. You hadn’t known how long you had been sleeping in that spot for but the loud sounds of explosions and things breaking woke you up. People were shouting and loud noises were going off everywhere.

“I said where is she!” You recognized that all to familar deep, raspy voice. It was Bakugo. You didn’t have to wait long for the door to burst open, the sudden light blinding you for a moment. You couldn’t fully see yet but the minute Bakugos arms wrapped around your frame you knew it was him.

You embraced each other for a few minutes, crying into each other’s shoulders as another pair of arms wrapped around the two of you as kirishima joined the group hug. After a few more minutes the boys pulled away, kirishima picked you up bridal style while Bakugo secured a safe path for your exit.

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“Her wounds aren’t severe, just a few cuts and bruises. She did hit her head though, so expect a headache for a few days. With some rest and this-“ recovery girl stopped talking, pausing to reach in her bag to grab a small bottle of pain killers. “This will help the pain. Now now, I’ve got to run” she handed Kirishima the bottle of pills before packing up her bag and off to the next person.

Your two boys stood in front of you with tired, angry, yet relieved looks on their faces. More tired than anything. Kirishima was the first to speak, setting the pill bottle on the make shift hospital bed you were sitting on.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked, placing one of his arms next to you while the other supported him inbetween your legs. He gently rested his head on your shoulder, leaning over slightly as he gave your neck soft kisses. You sighed in content, mumbling a soft “mhm” in response.

“You had us worried there dumbass” Bakugo chimed in, taking the other place next to you and resting his head on top of yours. His big warm hand embraced your small one, rubbing his thumb over your bruised knuckles as he leaned his head against yours. You sighed in content, happy to be back with your boys. You melted into them, loving the warmth that came with being sandwiched between the two muscular hero’s.

You gave Bakugo a slow peck on the cheek as Kirishima nuzzled into you more, his hot breath hitting against your collar bone.

“Come on you two. Let’s get home” you smiled sleepily, holding your arms up for one of them to carry you. They both let out a chuckle at your whiny, sleepy, baby state. They were beyond tired but greateful that you were okay.

[batgurl1989]

His Solace

Summary: August sneaks into the apartment after being away for months

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: Kissing... If that needs to be warned (?)

A/N: If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know :) This has not been beta-ed, all mistakes are mine.

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He moved silently through the apartment after quietly closing and locking the door. He stopped by the kitchen, the hood fan light bathing the room in a dim light, seeing dishes from dinner still stacked in the sink unwashed. One plate. One wine glass. The last sip of red wine pooled in the bottom, a smudge of lipstick on the rim. A clean place setting sat beside the sink, not yet put away.

He knew this was what you did every night, but it still left a stain on his soul every time he saw it. You were waiting for him, never sure if that night was going to be the night he would come home. Unfortunately, he could never offer you more than a vague guess of how long he would be away each time. He rarely turned on his personal phone until he landed safely back on home soil, and most of the time, he didn’t do it until he was in the parking lot of your apartment building. What greeted him this time was a couple of voicemails, each one sounding more desperate than the last. He knew you tried to keep how much you hurt because of his absence from him, but he was trained to hear the strain in people’s voices when they lied. And you had never been very good at lying. Another unfortunate thing was that he was great at it. Which worked well for his job, but not so much for having a relationship.

Setting his bag down carefully on one of the kitchen chairs, he moved further into the apartment. The hall floor had a few squeaks in it, but he avoided those deftly. For being considered “a hammer” by his job, he could move as silently as a cat when he wanted to.

The bedroom was open a crack, giving him a view of the bed, the covers hanging off half of it. Easing the door open, he took in your sleeping figure, one leg kicked out from under the covers, hugging the bundled mess to your body. The sheets were rumpled, and he decided that you had been fighting to find some shred of comfort in the empty bed. Another stain on his soul.

He stepped up to the side of the bed, careful not to trip on the comforter, his face softening as he looked down at you. Your hair was a mess of bedhead curls, and he noticed your face was tucked into the pillow he normally would have used. Reaching down, he carefully fingered one of your curls, a part of his heart he kept locked away while away for work expanding at its softness. August Walker didn’t believe in much, but since meeting you, you had become his church. His solace. His safe harbour in the storm that was his work life.

Regretfully letting go of your curl, he eased back out of the room. There was no way he would crawl into bed with you while wearing the ghosts of his last mission. He didn’t want to stain your soul with the things he had seen and definitely not with the things he had done. His shower was quick as he spent no time luxuriating in the hot pressurized water. There was time for that tomorrow.

He slid into bed behind you, careful not to jostle the mattress too much and wake you up. Even in your sleep, turned mostly away from him, he could see the dark smudges under your eyes. Most likely put there by him. Ignoring the new stain on his soul, he carefully pulled your sleeping form to his body. You turned to him in your sleep, drawn by the heat his body offered in the otherwise cold bed. He would never not be surprised by how trusting you were. In his line of work, trust didn’t come easy. There was always a price. But even in sleep, you offered it to him freely. It awed him.

He pressed a gentle kiss into the mass of tangled curls that made up your hair as you buried your face in his chest. Your hands flattened on his muscular pecks, delving into his chest hair. He knew the second you woke up because your body stiffened and you had a sharp intake of breath.

You lifted your head away from his warm chest to look up him, the sadness he could see swirling in your eyes settling as you took in his face. The fog of sleep lifted, letting your body and mind fully realize that he was indeed in bed with you. This wasn’t a cruel trick your mind was playing on you, though it wouldn’t have been the first one. It had been a long 4 months.

Neither of you spoke, just staring at each other, mentally reacquainting yourselves. Your fingers tentatively stroked his face, the merest whisper of fingertips on his stubble covered cheek. The hand on your back stroked slow calming circles on your skin after lifting your shirt out of the way. Tears pricked your eyes as all the pain you had felt the last couple of weeks bubbled to the surface. August pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as you closed your eyes against the tide swelling inside. He lingered there until he knew you were calm again.

You reached up, teasing the wet curl that hung over his forehead. He didn’t usually let his hair get this long, but you had to admit you loved when his curls came out. You locked eyes again as you slowly lowered your hands back down to his chest, trailing them along his neck. You couldn’t help constantly touching him, memorizing again all the lines and dips of his body. The body of the man you missed with every ounce of your soul, who was having a hard time shedding the edginess work always gave him.

You ran your fingers through his chest hair, as though stroking the bear would bring August back to himself. You learned early on not to ask him about work—he couldn’t give you any answers anyway—but you knew he must see some pretty horrific stuff if he came back to you like this almost every time.

Slowly, as though neither of you wanted to startle the other, your lips met. Immediately you fell into the kiss, as though a piece of the puzzle had just clicked in place on your heart. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tighter to his body. His tongue tentatively ran along the seam of your lips, and you opened for him immediately. Your heart pounded inside your chest, tattooing your rib cage with its erratic beat. Your hands were caught between your bodies, so you reverently ran them up from his chest to hold the sides of his neck, deepening the kiss.

The moan that escaped him was all the encouragement you needed as your tongue met his in a soul-searing dance of two lovers who have been separated for too long. His fingers tangled in the hair on the back of your head, holding you immobile as he delved passionately deeper. The world and its problems melted away as he surrounded you with himself, his scent, his warmth, his passion, his body. You moaned helplessly as he continued to take from you well past your need to breath.

He tugged gently on your hair, tilting your head back as his lips left yours to trail a hot line down your throat to your collarbone, his moustache tickling you in a way that sent shivers out to all your extremities. He didn’t leave your lips long though, and he nipped and kissed a trail back up to them. He poured all his anger and regret at having to leave you into his kiss. All the pain he caused you, he was trying to erase it using his lips. You felt like you were going to have whiplash from the emotional slingshot his kisses seemed to have.

Slowly, August eased out of the kiss. He let go your hair, once again cupping the back of your head. He slowed down the fiery passion to more of a slow burn, savouring each move of your lips against his. He was no longer simply taking; he was offering in return. Eventually he was giving you sweet chaste pecks before finally easing away.

His blue eyes searched yours when you slowly opened them, searching. If you had to guess, he was probably worried he had taken things too far with what started out as a simple kiss. You shook your head, cupping his cheek again, trying to reassure him. The dark cloud in his eyes eased, and he kissed your forehead once more.

You tucked your head into his chest again. Sleep that was usually hard to find seemed to be chasing you now that he was home. August’s hand resumed the patterns it had been drawing on your back, settling you further into the peaceful sleep you finally found.

Sleep was a far away thought for him. He stared into the darkness, his brow furrowing as worries began to eat away at him. He hadn’t meant to pour so much of his stained soul into that kiss. He never wanted to take you from your light, forcing you into the darkness he lived in. He would sacrifice the world to make sure that wouldn’t happen. And he would have no qualms about doing it. That’s what made him the villain, not the hero you thought him to be. You were his solace, and he would do anything to protect you.

[quirkfics]

weaving boughs

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, established relationship, quirk use as bondage

pairing: Shinji Nishiya/Kamui Woods x Reader (gender neutral)

author’s note: Anyone interested in some old but new fic?? I wrote this lovely bit for the After Hours patreon way back when! It's had a mild spruce up since then, as it has been a year or two since this was written. 

It isn’t often that the two of you truly get the chance to take your time loving one another. Not these days, anyway. Shinji is always so busy with his hero work—at his agency in the mornings and evenings, on patrols during the middle of the day—and you don’t even want to think about the fact that he’s one of the top ranked Pro Heroes currently out there. He’s frequently being called away on raids and private cases that he can’t openly talk about, and the... fans. They’re lovely, really, if over-enthusiastic. You’re tired. Of the quick meals and the clumsy kisses. You’re tired of the way you’ve both gotten used to collapsing into bed, just long enough to enjoy each other's warmth and a few hours of sleep. You’re tired of the rushed repeat of days.

Which is why it’s such a surprise, opening your door to an impatient knock and finding Shinji on the other side, already home from work. He’s still in costume, ever protective of his actual appearance when it comes to the general populace, but he looks clean. Either his day was an easy one, or he’d been sure to use the showers and grab a fresh costume at his agency.

“Shinji? Did something—you’re okay, aren’t you?” You barely get the words out before he’s in your space, leaning forward until his helmet is pressing softly to your forehead. Any faster and it would have been painful, but he’s always careful with you. He smells a bit like freshly cut cedar, and you can’t help but breathe the familiar scent of him in. His hands, still warm, still something more than wood, despite his quirk, curl around your shoulders. 

“I’ve missed you,” he says in reply, arms finally slipping around your waist to pull you in close. It takes effort, not to immediately relax into his touch, not to sigh and let your worries leave you, but he still hasn’t answered your question. Shinji must take note of the tension in your frame, because before you can ask again, he’s pressed in even closer. Every line of his body is warm and hard—and hard. “I’ve missed you,” he emphasizes, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he strokes one hand up your spine. 

“I never would have guessed,” you tease, willingly letting him distract you for the moment. You twist in his hold, just a little, so you can slide your thigh in between his legs. The contact with him has Shinji making the exact pleased gasp you’re looking for, and that needy thrum of arousal that you’ve missed curls in your abdomen. “But you still-”

Shinji’s fingers curl around the back of your neck, and the pressure is just enough to have your eyes fluttering shut. “You’ll be able to check me over once we’re finished,” he says, in an obvious attempt to placate your worries. His voice is lower than normal, tone gone rough and strained with wanting. “But first we need to get you out of these clothes.” He waits then, and you can hear his breath, heavy sounding, caught as it is within his helmet, until you’re nodding your head. Shinji steps back, giving you enough space to lift your arms, and then his fingers, still curled around your neck, shift. They stretch, growing long and thin and snaking beneath the clothes on your torso until he can lift the material and you can duck out from underneath it. There’s a soft whisper of noise as his hand shifts back, but you barely pay any attention to it. He’s pulling you further into the living room, too impatient to go farther, when you catch sight of his eyes. His pupils are blown wide and dark as he watches your fingers fumble with the clothes at your waist. It takes hardly any time at all until you’re bare before him, but he’s still covered from head to toe, face hidden by his helmet, and he doesn’t seem very keen on changing it. 

Your lips part, ready to ask why he isn’t making any move to disrobe. You’d like to kiss him, after all, but Shinji spins you away from him and then pulls your back against his chest. “I want all of you,” Shinji murmurs, tilting his head so his helmet is leaning against your temple. The hard length of his cock is pressed against your ass, and you want to push into it, you want him to make more of those lovely gasping noises, but one of his hands is sliding up your middle and splaying across your chest. “I want to touch all of you,” he whispers and there’s another shuuush of noise as his quirk lengthens his fingers. “I want to see you bound in my branches, the whorl of them against your skin.”

“Yes,” you plead, soft, and can’t help the shiver that runs through you as he starts working. You almost feel like you should be lost somewhere, deep in a forest, with all the noises his quirk makes. His branches creak as they snake up your chest, an echo of trees waving in the wind. Buds start to burst from the twining ends, and they erupt into bloom, the soft flicker of petals brushing against your skin before the branches weave in a different direction. Some of them spiral up, and out, hardening to keep you still, while others curl down your back and along your arms. Shinji sighs, taking a step back, and the branches around your arms weave together until you’re almost entirely bound. You’re standing at a slanted angle now, feet still on the floor purely because Shinji’s branches haven’t lifted you, though they have taken most of your weight. They’ve grown out to brace against the floor for balance, to keep his arm and shoulder from being strained. You shiver again, but there’s not much room to do more than that, bound as you are from neck to the tops of your thighs.

“Comfortable?” Shinji rasps, one of his booted feet pressing against either of your ankles to spread your legs further apart. You don’t answer right away, testing, just a bit, to see how much give he’s given you, how much you can move. You breathe slowly out to quell the urge to beg, to tell him to hurry up, please.

“Very,” you say instead, and let your upper body relax into the hold his branches have on you. There’s a small clack of a noise, and then lube, cool and wet, is dripping down the crack of your ass, and further between your legs. You tense, just a little, waiting for him to touch you, but Shinji is steady and careful. He sets the lube bottle out of the way, and the swift creaking rush of noise let’s you know that he’s using his quirk to do it. “Shinji,” you say, hoping it will urge him to move just a little faster, but then his hand cracks across your ass. You’re arch, choking on a shout, the sting of his hand lingering even after he strokes over it in apology. He steps closer again, hips and cock, still wonderfully hard, pressing between your spread open thighs. 

“You’re so impatient,” Shinji says, and his voice is clearer now, freed from the confines of his helmet. He must have been getting rid of more than just the lube, but you’re bound too tightly to look back at his face now. He swipes a few fingers through the thick liquid and then thrusts, just a little, sliding his cock through the wetness.

“I’ve missed you,” you say, echoing his earlier words, but then your mouth goes slack, his fingers finally pressing into you. He either doesn’t care about your teasing, or he’s as impatient as you are. His fingers are slick, smoother than skin, but still warm, and getting warmer the longer they’re thrust into the heat of you. He curls them, nearly pulls them out, and then pushes them back inside a little harder, setting up a rising rhythm. Before long, Shinji has you panting, body hanging almost limp in the cradle of his branches, and you’re so excited you feel like you might burst. “Shinji, please,” you finally beg, biting at your bottom lip when he pulls his slick fingers out. You’re empty, and aching with the force of your arousal, but you were also right about Shinji being just as desperate as you are, because he’s there, almost immediately, pressing the head of his cock inside. 

He groans, hand curling around a branch-free space on your hip, and steps forward to hurry things along. The wet, squelching noises of him pushing inside you are obscene, and you wish you could push back, or wrap your legs around him, but all you can do is rise up on tiptoes, changing the angle. Shinji’s breath hitches, and then he curses, cock bottoming out inside you because of the change. He waits for a breath, calming himself down before he raises his pace. All you can do is take it, caught in the weave of his branches as you are, but you can’t help straining against his grip on you, squeezing where you can, groaning a little louder. The feeling of you trying to wriggle must be exciting, as his thrusts turn a little sharp before he’s pressing almost too close. He’s barely pulling out of you, gasping, fingers dug tight into your skin as you moan. 

“Fuck,” you gasp as his cock hits a sweet spot. “Shinji, Shinji-” and then you can barely think. Everything goes pale, and your eyes are clenched shut, and you feel so good you’re almost numb with it, legs gone limp. Shinji is still thrusting though, repeating your name, and then his branches are shuddering around you. Some of the small blooms at the ends of his branches drop, forcibly replaced by new buds, and then he’s pulling out of you, coming over your ass and the weave of branches around your hips. He doesn’t let go of you, but pulls you closer, branches shifting until you’re back into an unsteady standing position, just so he can press messy kisses to the back of your neck.

“I really did miss you,” he finally says, and more small blooms drop from the branches as he shifts them back into normal hands, all the better to hold you with.

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In another life - Chapter 2 - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him

Rating: M for smut in later chapters

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Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; little angsty but not to much; you dumped him;

no use of y/n

Word count: 1577

previous chapter here , next chapter at the bottom

Poe Dameron’s day had started out pretty normal. He had showered quickly, put on a fresh undershirt and jumped into his worn, orange flight suit. The material felt like a second skin to him by now. General Organa had announced the mission to him, briefed him in a quiet and urgent voice and he had boarded his ship soon after, his squadron following behind, loyal and willing to fight by his side as ever. Just your average day. In hyperspeed he did something out of the ordinary though. He should have known that this was the tipping point, where it all went to shit.

His fingers grazed the edge of something hidden he had tucked away beneath his controls. It was a photo, edges worn and creased, well loved and faded. He looked younger in it, more carefree, arms wrapped around your waist while you had your legs wrapped around his torso. Your faces were smushed together, cheek to cheek and you were both smiling brightly at the camera. Pain welled up inside of him as he brushed the tip of his index finger over your face. You had left him behind years ago, tears brimmed in his eyes as he remembered the moment he had realized you were gone. The strain on your relationship had been big, he knew that. He had been preoccupied in the end, trying to find the right place for himself in this twisted galaxy and had joined the Resistance immediately after you left since he had toyed with the idea for a while. His accomplishments filled him with pride and his relationships warmed his heart but nothing and no one made him feel the way you used to. Poe dwelled on the idea “What if…?” every once in a while but there was usually something that triggered it, sometimes it was just a smell leading to a memory which hit him harder than he thought it would and then he found himself in his room, curling his hand around his mother’s necklace as he remembered how close he was to giving it to you. Before.

The drop out of hyperspace tore him away from his train of thought and he pushed everything that didn’t concern the mission away. Black-Two, Black-Three and Black-Four landed on the surface while Poe surveyed the situation from above. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea of this but after Wexley had insisted that he was their best flyer and they needed air support, in case the First Order sent reinforcements. He prided himself in listening to his team, never had he intended on becoming a high ranking asset of the Resistance, he just wanted to help, to have a purpose in life.

Poe hovered close by, hearing the commotion below him and then he saw the First Order ship abruptly leave the surface, without even noticing him. Poe considered engaging with them but he knew better than to anger a beaten First Order fleet. He waited with baited breath for the comms to come to life and hear his squadron talk to him, alive and well.

“Black Leader, this is Black Three, Black Leader, come in please.”, came Jessika’s voice over the comms. Finally.

“Black Three, this is Black Leader, you good?”, he replied.

“Wexley got hit but one of the villagers took down some troopers and basically saved his ass.”

Kriffing hell, he thought to himself. He was glad Wexley was okay because Poe was not sure how well he would react to losing someone close to his heart right now. Hell maybe they could even bring home a new recruit if that villager was any good, Maker knows the Resistance needed it.

“Wexley, Kun, Pava, you’re magical, well done. Black Leader landing.”, Poe laughed.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Dameron.” The com-link crackled and Pava was gone.

He landed his X-Wing carefully, jumping out on the opposite side of his team. “You know guys, I’m really freaking proud of you, showing those bucketbrains how it’s done. I think we deserve a go-”

Kriff. This couldn’t be. His mouth moved, no words coming out. He blinked. Maybe he got shot out of the sky and this was all just a fever dream. Maybe he was currently lying in the wreckage of his X-Wing and bleeding out and you were the vision taking him to the afterlife. There were no words that could accurately summarize his emotions right now.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, was what came out in the end. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling of familiarity and alienation that washed over him at the same time was making him feel uneasy.

“Poe, I-”, you started but he cut you off. He couldn’t do this right now, not in front of his squadron.

“No, don’t bother. None of my business, eh?”

The amount of bitterness in his own voice didn’t escape him but he had stowed his feelings for you away for so long, he was allowed to let some of it out, one way or another. He let the rest of the conversation wash over him, nodding along to the information his squadron gave him and reluctantly agreeing when they suggested that you should join them on the mission. He knew what you were capable of and his feelings were not supposed to be his main concern right now. After Pava and you had left and Wexley had boarded his X-Wing to return back to base to have his wound looked at, Kun and Poe headed out into the opposite direction to asset the damage in the village.

A few steps away from the ship Kun touched his shoulder softly. “I don’t want to intrude, Dameron. Really, but I haven’t seen you react this strongly to anyone before. Who is she?” Her question was quiet but firm. Poe had always admired the way she made people open up to her, it wasn't like she forced the information out of anyone. People shared their worries with Karé Kun willingly and she somehow always found the right words to sooth the pain of others.

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. “She was my girlfriend. Before the Resistance. I was ready to marry her, kriff, days away from asking actually, when we had a fight. I told her I wanted to join, fight against the First Order, had been wanting to for a long time actually but I just couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. She said she didn’t want me to hold this over her later, didn’t want me to think I made the wrong decision. I went to bed angry that night, we never used to. The next morning she was gone, the only thing she left behind was a note next to our bed. “I’ll find you in another life, Dameron, be a hero.” it said. Can you believe that? I tried to stay, waited for her to return for a few days but staying where we used to spend all our time together made me slowly go crazy. So I left and joined the Resistance shortly after.”

Karé was staring at him with big eyes. “I’m so sorry Poe, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No one knows”, he replied, “but I’m glad I told you. Thank you for listening Karé.”

She smiled softly up at him and squeezed his shoulder. They went on their way but they were able to smell that there was nothing left before they could see it. The village was nothing but burning piles of what must have been the village's inhabitants at some point and ashes by the time they got there. Flames were licking at the small homes and the smell of burning flesh and wood lingered in the air. Poe called out for survivors but only the sound of his own voice echoed back to him. A window exploded out of one of the houses. He dragged a hand over his face, feeling drained at the sight in front of him. His comlink began lighting up at the same time as Karé’s did.

“Kriff. It’s Jess! Distress signal!”, she called but Poe had already broken onto a sprint, your name falling from his lips.

He didn’t dare to slow down all the way to the location Jess had sent him, only halting at the cave entrance for Karé to catch up before storming in blindly. It was too quiet and he looked around quickly, eyes searching frantically until they landed on you. He breathed your name before catching himself and straightening up.

He automatically kicked into Commander-Dameron-Mode, as Jess liked to call it, and started comforting the villagers. He only registered Pava making a loud noise in the back of his mind but the loud thunk that followed had him turning around quickly, half expecting more troopers. Instead he saw you, crumbled on the floor, burned arm outstretched and looking pale. He was by your side in an instant, cradling your head softly in his lap. You skin was ashen and you didn't react to him softly shaking your shoulder. He tried again, more frantic. “Hey, come on, wake up baby”, the endearing term fell off his lips easily, like it had all those years ago. "Let me see those pretty eyes, come on." He looked up to his crew, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "I just found her again...", he whispered. 

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I would love to hear what you think about this, uni just started again, I’m unsure of how often I will be able to upload but I’m trying my best. Thank you for reading! xx

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[rashenditrash]

Had a not great day today, so here's some sad Kadolin which I wrote to help me feel stuff.

So I've done something like this before when I wrote "An Expert in Just About Everything" - that is reworking a scene from the books with different characters.  ROW SPOILERS AHEAD.

This time around, as soon as I read Chapter 12 of of Rhythm of War, I knew I wanted to do a rewrite of the scene with the roles reversed.  While I love Kadolin's dynamic, I'm personally not a huge fan of writing Shallan off because I also love her individually, and her and Adolin's relationship.  With that in mind, the premise of the following scene is that Shallan is deep undercover, and Adolin believes (incorrectly) that she is dead.  I think this could make for some very interesting conversations down the road.  In my mind, it would be less about the typical drama, and more about "okay, how do we make this work".  Maybe if writing this inspires me I'll continue the narrative.

For maximum effect, I'd recommend reading Chapter 12 of Rhythm of War first (and maybe Chapter 21), and hopefully you can pick up on the parallels.  

Anyways, here it goes ROW SPOILERS AHEAD:

She's gone.  Adolin felt dim, unreal, like he was hovering between realms.  Is this how you feel? he wondered to Maya.  Unfortunately, Maya could not answer for him, and Adolin just felt lost.  Adolin stiffly moved towards his rooms, the rooms he used to share with his wife, and turned and closed the door with a firm push.  

Only then did he break.  He didn't make it to the chair or the bed.  He sank down with his back to the wall beside the door.  He tried to unbutton his well tailored jacket - storms why did he always need clothing that fit so snug?  His fingers fumbled at the ornate buttons, but found no purchase.  He tried to gasp, his chest and abdomen straining against his suddenly restrictive clothing.  His entire body seemed to tremble as agonyspren twisted in an out, twisted faces carved from stone, mocking him in his loneliness.  

Come on.  You've known loss before.  You got through losing your mother.  You can do this.  Adolin sobbed, and grabbed a scarf to muffle the sound.  Why couldn't he pull himself together, like he had back then?  The answer was obvious.  When his mother had died, and his father had abandoned them for drink.  There was no choice but to keep things together for Renarin's sake.  He had been the only one looking out for his brilliant little brother.  Now, Renarin was well and living his own life, and Adolin was just . . .

Alone.

He'd always hated that word.  All his life Adolin strove to surround himself in people - it didn't matter of they were common soldiers, lordly courtiers, or girlfriends, so long as they were there, with him, taking up space beside him.  But to seek the comfort of company now felt wrong, like a betrayal to the person whose absence he wanted to fill more than anything.   

A knock came at his door.  Adolin bit down hard on his scarf.  Please just go away.  The knock became more insistent.  Adolin tried to catch his breath, and glanced at a nearby mirror.  Come on, he told himself, Present yourself.  He sniffed three times and fanned his face, banishing the tears from his eyes.  He ran his hand through his hair a couple of times, until it settled into its familiar pattern of calculated dishevelment.  As he stood, he straightened his shirt and jacket, each motion of tidying his appearance soothing him a little more.  You can get through this.

The knocking continued.  "Coming," Adolin said, unable to keep his unsteadiness from his voice.  

Kaladin pushed his way in, Syl at his shoulder.  He wore civilian's garb, plain and unassuming, which only made his hardened bearing and physique stand out more.  Kaladin was like a constant, and unmovable anchor in the chaos of a high storm.    

They stood in silence, for a moment, taking each other in.  Adolin flashed a hesitant smile.  You know this is going to be hard for him too.  You can't let your dark moments undo his progress.  

"Maya... I wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but she seemed to want us to come here... um..." Syl appeared uncharacteristically bashful, and Adolin got the impression she'd be blushing if she wasn't monochromatic.  "And we're here now... so... bye!  I'll let you two talk"

As Syl departed, Kaladin cocked his head to the side.  "I... I heard.  I'm sorry Adolin."

"I'll... I'll be all right Bridgeboy.  Really.  I just need some time.  No need to fret."

Kaladin nodded, solemn.  "Right."  He closed the door behind him, and slid down to the floor.  Patting the ground beside him, he motioned for Adolin to sit down.  "No reason for you to take your time alone though right?"

"I..."

"If you need to be alone that's fine, just tell me.  It's not a big deal.  But for now I'll just sit here okay?  Until you tell me otherwise."  

Storms, when had Kaladin of all people become emotionally intelligent?   Adolin hesitated, then loosened his jacket and sunk down to the ground beside Kaladin.  As he leaned back, his arm brushed up against Kaladin's.  He felt he could almost absorb some strength from the man's frame, like a Radiant consuming Stormlight.  

He was in mourning - he should be taking time alone to work through his emotions.  To pay respects to... to her...  But of course, alone was the last thing Adolin wanted to be.  

Adolin grimaced as he caught sight of himself in the mirror again.  Granted, he was at a terrible angle, but he hadn't done nearly as good a job of clearing the redness from his eyes as he thought he had.  "Storms, I look awful.  What a mess."  

Kaladin grunted, making his disagreement immediately evident in a way only he could.  "As an expert in the subject,  I can confirm looking awful isn't half has bad as it's made out to be, not that you would know."

"Come now, you know you're a catch.  You have that whole aloof, stoic, hero thing going for you."

  "You're the expert."  Kaladin's eyes darted up and down Adolin's figure with a surgeon's precision.  "Here, let's get you changed into something more comfortable.  You need to be able to breath easy, and that ridiculous outfit isn't helping you at the moment.  I'll get you some water."  Kaladin stood slowly, and helped Adolin up.  "Don't worry about how it looks, just throw on whatever will make you feel the best.

Adolin extracted his hand from Kaladin's grip, and moved over to his armoire behind the dressing screen and started shifting out of his formal attire.  Normally, Adolin was able to quickly choose an outfit by instinct, but this time he found himself hesitating.  Eventually, he settled on a pair of comfortable training trousers, meant to facilitate movement, and one of the men's shirts that Veil used to wear.  The garment, tailored to Shallan's proportions, wouldn't quite close properly, so Adolin just pulled it around himself, smelling the shirt, and imagining his wife was wrapping her arms around him again.  

He let out a sob as he sank to the ground.  Kaladin was there in an instant, placing a hand against Adolin's chest, then his neck, and leaning in to support him as they sat down.  After the sobs died down a bit, Kaladin held up a glass of water, forcing Adolin to drink.  Adolin drank, and breathed in the smell of Kaladin.  He smelt... clean, but practical?  Like freshly laundered kitchen linens.  Slowly, the sobs subsided as Adolin took comfort in the strong frame of his friend.  

"I'm sorry," he whispered.  "I shouldn't put this on you.  How are you doing, Kaladin?  Storms, she was your friend too, I..."

"Sush, stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Trying to 'help' me to avoid thinking about how you are doing.  You can't be a light to everyone if your own sphere is going dim, Adolin.  It's okay to lean on me.  My father always said, in an emergency a surgeon has to look after himself first - its only after your own person is secure that you can ensure you are capable of competently helping others.  We'll have plenty of time to talk about me later.  For now, what do you need Adolin?"

I need you.  The thought, unbidden, seemed to escape from a locked chest in Adolin's mind.  Stop it, you are just scared of being alone.  Yes, he found Kaladin's presence comforting, and he certainly needed support in the moment.  That was all he was responding too, nothing more.  What kind of man would be thinking of someone else, like that, so soon after losing the person he was supposed to turn to?  He wanted to tell himself it was just a thing of a moment, a figment of his loneliness and need for comfort.  

You know that's not true.  This isn't new, and you know it.  Listen to who you are ignoring, even when its yourself.

"It's okay, just breathe.  Drink some water and breathe okay.  We don't have to talk."  Kaladin's hand traced along Adolin's spine, brushing each vertebrae.  Adolin focused on the rhythm of Kaladin's touch, and on his breathing.  Up and down, in and out.  He felt himself slipping into the trance-like state of mind Zahel had taught him to utilize when preparing for combat.  Slowly he began to feel the emotions start to subside.  They didn't leave, but the wave passed.  He entered a calm in the storm.

"You're one hell of a surgeon, Bridgeboy."

Kaladin's hand stopped.  "I do what I can," he said carefully, "But Adolin, you're the one who heals people.  I'm just returning a favor, long overdue."

Adolin smiled, feeling a moment of genuine warmth in his chest.  "Thank-you."

[swearingintengwar]

@sortinghatchats: Bokurano Edition

It’s no secret that I’m more or less obsessed with Bokurano, and that I absolutely love @sortinghatchats​‘s work. So, finally, I’m going to combine the two and sort the fifteen pilots! I’m using @wisteria-lodge​‘s animal terminology and including both burnt and exploded houses. There’s probably mistakes in here since I’m a very new sorter, so don’t expect the work of a veteran here. I’m just doing this because I love sorting and Bokurano’s a good show. Also, there will be SPOILERS under the readmore, as well as the usual content warnings for Bokurano: a lot of child death, plus brief mentions of rape, suicide, and familial abuse. (Let me know if I missed something!)

It’s no secret that Takashi Waku is a Lion secondary. He’s a shounen protagonist. ‘Nuff said. His primary is a little harder to pin down - for a while I was torn between Badger and Lion, but I’m going to go with Badger. While there’s some traces of a glory hound Lion’s “this is gonna be awesome” attitude in him, on the whole he’s driven by the Badger thought process of “the world needs a savior, and, well, I’m the one with the fucknormous robot”.

Masaru Kodama is as exploded Bird primary as they come. He’s organized his life around a strict and unhealthy set of principles, survival of the fittest taken to an extreme, and his wealthy, sheltered upbringing gave him the echo chamber characteristic of exploded Birds. Within the confines of that system, though, he’s a Snake secondary who lives by his whims. Stealing Kokopelli’s glasses, being an ass to the neighborhood cats, going on a rampage through the city - he does things because he feels like it.

Isao Kako’s houses are a perfect storm of tragedy. He’s a very young Bird primary, still working out his system and looking for guidance anywhere he can find it. Even if it’s obviously bad guidance like Dung Beetle’s suggestion to go rape Chizu, he’ll listen to it. The boy’s about to die. His world’s been turned upside down. He’ll grab on to any anchor he can find at this point. His exploded Lion secondary turns those ill-advised ideas into equally ill-advised actions that he throws himself into utterly - Chizu had to kill him to get him off her back.

Speaking of Chizuru Honda, I’m usually not the best at spotting models, but she’s definitely got one. Specifically, she’s a Snake primary modeling exploded Lion. She’s obsessed with a cause - namely, kicking Hatagai’s ass - but not for its own sake. She rages against him because he hurt someone she loves. While she thought their affair was between the two of them, she was willing to forgive him, but when he dragged her sister into it, that was the last straw. Her secondary’s hard to pin down, but I’m guessing a burnt Bird. As a young child, she seemed to appreciate knowledge, but at the time of the series, Hatagai’s betrayal has ripped out her moorings, and she’ll do whatever it takes to make him regret his actions.

Daichi Yamura is also a Snake primary, though if he has a model I can’t see it. More than anything else, Daichi loves his family, and would do anything for them. His secondary seems to be Badger. He’s hardworking, diligent, and finds fulfillment as a provider for his siblings.

Mako Nakarai was easy to pin down as a Badger secondary. She’s studious and hardworking, and loves to work with her hands - all classic Badger secondary traits. Her primary was harder for me to figure out, but Snake seems likely, since deep down she just wants to be loved.

Kunihiko Moji is yet another Snake Badger. He’s devoted to his childhood friends, who are like family to the orphan boy, and he’s very big on the principle that friends should be able to rely on each other. Add his dutiful and reliable personality and he’s a textbook example of his sort.

Maki Ano is definitely a loyalist primary, and I’m leaning towards Badger. She loves her family, she loves her friends, she loves pretty much everyone except Jun (whose treatment of Kana infuriates her) and Dung Beetle (who’s… Dung Beetle). What really solidified her as a Badger primary for me, though, was the very end of her battle, where she opens up the enemy robot’s cockpit, acknowledging the humanity of the people she’s about to kill. Secondary-wise, she has the boisterous determination of a Lion.

Yousuke Kirie was hard for me to figure out, but in hindsight, it seems pretty obvious that he’s a Snake primary who’s just starting to explode. His family is everything to him, and while he’s not outright hostile to others, even friendly (if a bit reserved) towards the other pilots, he’s more than willing to sit idly by while the universe is destroyed if he doesn’t like the way it’s been treating his mom. I ended up having to guess his secondary, but I’ve got a hunch he’s a Bird.

Aiko Tokosumi had me stumped for quite a while, but I think she’s a double Lion. The scene where she lashes out at Yoko for her betrayal gives me Lion primary vibes. Her secondary’s a little easier to pin down as Lion - she exhorts and inspires, drawing on an indomitable Leonine spirit to lift up the ones she loves. She sings, she encourages her friends, she talks her mom out of a mental breakdown. If Lion is the shounen protagonist secondary, Anko’s got the motivational speeches down pat.

Takami Komoda is a pretty clear Bird secondary - proper, patient, doing things the “right” way. I struggled with her primary for a while, but given the sheer amount of strength she draws from her father’s love, I’m thinking Snake. (Bokurano seems to have a lot of Snake primaries whose circles are their families!)

I didn’t get a very good handle on Kanji Yoshikawa, but the sheer amount of scheming he does points me towards a Bird secondary. I’m even less sure of his primary, but that gives me Bird vibes too.

Yoko Machi is so badly burnt I struggled with her sorting for a while, but I eventually pinned down her primary as burnt Lion. Yoko’s a seeker of justice forced into a fundamentally unjust role, and when she comes clean, her Leonine code of honor shines through. (Killing your own brother in retribution for his transgressions would normally point me towards exploded Lion, but let’s be real here, Dung Beetle deserved it.) Her secondary, however, is burnt beyond recognition. With how much she’s suffered, and how little time passed between her redemption and her death, there’s not really much to go on here.

Jun Ushiro-Tanaka. He’s probably my favorite pilot, but more to the point, he’s a textbook burnt Snake primary, an asshole because he doesn’t know what else to be. In the later part of the show he gradually unburns, first taking a few tentative steps outside his little circle of one when he visits Kirie, and ultimately letting his family and Yoko into his heart shortly before his death, until he finally gives his life without hesitation for the sister he once abused. I had trouble with his secondary at first, but I’ve pinned it down as a burnt Badger. For most of the show he’s pretty listless, but when he’s healing in the last days of his life, the thing he does that stuck out to me most was helping Kana and her friends build a treehouse. Helping others. Working with his hands. Badger things.

I think the onion ninjas are lurking around here somewhere.

Finally, Kana Ushiro is, like her brother, an unhealthy loyalist primary, but she’s the opposite unhealthy loyalist primary to him, an exploded Badger. Could the girl with the martyr complex the size of about three Zearths be anything else? She also shares Jun’s Badger secondary, but hers is healthier. She’s comfortable in the domestic role she’s taken on, patiently caring for her brother no matter how strained their relationship may be, and in the epilogue she tenderly cradles a wounded bird as she comforts the Yamura siblings, showing them that their lost brother was a true hero.

[secondhand-trash]

Tough Competition

@shinsoubowl​ Week 2019 Day 2 (Prompt: Competition+”Is that really the best you got?”)

A/N: I had such a bad writer's block while writing this one. Thank god I managed to get it done.

Pairing: Shinsou HItoshi x reader

Description: Nothing like a bit of friendy rivalry to get the tension going and affection to blossom.

Word count: 3195

Playlist:

Make You Mine//PUBLIC

Waterloo//ABBA

I Hate Myself for Loving You//Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

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If anything, you had enough self-awareness to admit that you were a ridiculously prideful person. So to see that damn smirk on your opponent’s face when your back hit the mat immediately sent a pang of bitterness straight to the back of your throat.

“Is that really the best you got?”

What a prick.

You groaned at the numbness on your back from the pain, “You have to rub it in, huh?”

Shinsou’s extended hand was left hanging as you got up and walked straight pass him, a hand on your back to ease the discomfort.

Now, before people started to assume things, you did not hate Shinsou. Not really, but you were a really bitter loser and you had never won in a spar against that kid. Never, not once since you started training with him under Aizawa’s instruction.

Perhaps it was the universe’s cue to keep your ego in check when you didn’t make it into Hero Studies in the first place.

To say that you were crushed would be an understatement. It was a reality check that you were, indeed, not as good as you thought you were. But you didn’t just give up, admitting that you failed in achieving your dream would be an even bigger blow to your pride. So you settled for what you could get in the time being and worked twice as hard as you used to, preparing for the day you could finally prove your worth.

You nearly cried in joy when they said that you would be trained to see if you were suitable for moving to Hero Studies next year.

You weren’t so excited to see another person there in the gym though.

Not only was Shinsou somewhat in competition with you for the same goal, he was also ridiculously good at it. He was very serious with the whole thing in the same way as you did which you respected but somehow, he seemed to find amusement in your frustration as much as you were frustrated by him.

“You know, if you stop being such a sore loser, we might actually get along.” you rolled your eyes as you heard his irritating voice when you were about to push open the door to the gym. Another day, another training section with the person who made you grit your teeth every time you talk to him.

You turned around with a glare and exaggeratingly shrugged, “Why are you so interested in getting along with me? As far as I’m concerned, being a lone wolf was your brand.”

You were expecting to see that smirk but you faced him to see that it had dropped. He looked almost sincere and the scrawl on your face went stiff. “Because it took me a while to see that pushing people away won’t get you far,” he said, “we’re actually pretty similar, you and I-”

“Let’s just go back to kicking each other’s ass, it’s more fun that way.” walking pass the door without sparing him another glance, you could hear the sigh from behind your back. If you had to receive a lecture on the importance of peer relationships with someone, it would be the least convincing to get it from Shinsou Hitoshi whose only interaction you had with was beating each other up.

Beads of sweat slid down your forehead as you blocked yet another hit from your opponent, finding the chance to strike back. The gym was filled with the sound of grunting and the squeaking of the hard wooden floor as the fight carried on with a feverish force. It was a level playing field, as much as you were worn out, the heavy breaths and the way his shirt stuck onto his body showed that Shinsou was not exactly having the easiest time fending you off.

You would never give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it out loud but it you were not the one on the receiving end of it, watching Shinsou fight was an enjoyment. It’s the way his body moved, every muscle working together in the swiftest motion and each move was so precise. When you saw him in the Sports Festival, you did not take him as the combat type of person but apparently the training did him well.

Sometimes, you weren’t sure if you could say the same for you.

You were immediately caught off guard when Shinsou decked and moved out of your view. Suddenly, there was a firm grip on your forearm that couldn’t pull back fast enough after your lunge.

Before you knew it, you crashed onto the ground and groaned when you heard the line that you were almost expecting to hear. “Is this really the best you got?”

You snapped your eyes open, disregarding the pain that wanted to force them shut out of instinct, and wanted to snarl at him with a comeback of your own. It took you by surprise when you felt a heavy weight on your shoulder and Shinsou’s face hovering right above yours. He was had both knees on your side, trapping you and keeping you on the floor.

“What the fuck? Get off me-”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Blood rushed to your face at the close proximity between you and him. You tried to ignore the fact that you could almost feel his shaky breath fanning your face as you retaliated, “Did you heard what you just said to me?”

“What is it about me that made you detest me so much?” his grip on your shoulder tightened slightly as he spoke, “You kept coming back at me with the same attitude when I had been trying to be nice to you. You ignored me when I walk past you in the halls. Look, if this is about what I say to you after we spur, I’m sorry but-”

“I don’t hate you!” you yelled and tried to get out of his grip, you were not ready to have this huge confrontation with him when you yourself had been refusing the mental debate in your head. Did you feel bad for treating him like that? Always, but your guilt was gone every time you felt the chilling wooden floor under your back as you heard his words rang in your ears. It reminded you of your own failure and although it wasn’t fair to blame it on someone who had no business with your own insecurities, you just couldn’t help it from letting your anger out. “I’m a sore loser, you said it yourself. The only reason I’m still here talking to you is because I had to unless I want to just hand away the only shot I have at doing what I want.”

His brows knitted together, a hint of hurt flashing through before a sharp look replaced it in his eyes, “Do you think it’s not the same for me? I could be doing something else that actually benefits me instead of bickering with you but I still tried anyways because I thought we could both use a friend!” He nearly shouted at you with the last sentence and you winced. He let go of yours shoulder and stood up, “But apparently, I was wrong.”

The cold tone in his voice made you shiver. You weren’t sure what that feeling was when you stared at the back view of him walking away, a loud thump from the door echoed in the empty gym as he left. You sat on the floor, still processing what just happened but failed to keep your mind straight at the weight from where he held you down ghosting on your shoulder and that disturbing feeling of the churn in your stomach distracting you.

“Hey! We’re going to this new cafe after school, wanna come?”

“Can’t,” you groaned as you turned down your friend, “had to train with that asshole again.”

Your friend snickered, “What’s going on between you and Shinsou?”

“There is no ‘me and Shinsou’, what are you talking about?” you raised a brow at your friend’s smug smile. You weren’t lying, ever since that day in the gym, he stopped trying to approach you like he did before and you obviously had no intention to reach out to him yourself. You still held on to your argument that you didn’t hate him but it seemed like you couldn’t quite say the same for him with the way he gave you a side eye each time you walked past him. Never one to back down, you would always return with an equally icy glare. Sparring did not go any differently, the two of you were more determined to beat each other than before after you got farther from being friends.

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes at their grin and the amused tone they were using, “everyone can feel the tension between you two.”

You let out a soft ‘tch’ in annoyance, “Because we both want to strangle each other?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep denying it,” they smirked, “but the way you two stared each other down? I’m more convinced that you both want to ravish the other person-”

“Ok, how about no?” you ignored their cackling as you swung you bag on your shoulders and made way to the door, “And if you use the word ‘ravish’ again, I will throw up on you.”

You were a prideful person and you knew it but there were times when holding up the wall that was your ego put too much strain on you. You could not take failure, you did not have to be the best at everything but you would not accept the torture that was being anything less than serviceable. It was mid-term season and you had not gotten enough sleep for at least a week. Your progress on hero training was everything but ideal with the standards you put on yourself and you were exhausted. Now that the week was over, there was nothing you wanted to do more than hiding in your dorm room and hibernate.

But no, you had to spend such a beautiful weekend doing extra training with the one person you did not want to see.

Shinsou could sense that something was wrong when you stormed into the gym without acknowledging his presence at all. Normally, there would be at least an eye roll or a glare but you did not even look at him as you threw your stuff down onto the side. Unlike your usual good posture, you shoulders were tensed up and he could almost see a slight hunch on your back. The bags under your eyes could almost rival his own.

“You looked like shit, where have you been?”

He was expecting a snarl and words caught in the back of his throat as he heard a sigh instead. You sounded so tired and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with it. “Look, I really don’t have the energy for this today.” you ran a hand through your hair and tried to concentrate, “Let’s just get this done and over with.”

“Right.” he wasn’t sure it felt weird that you two weren’t bickering because he was always so annoyed by your snarky attitude but he pushed it to the back of his head as the two of you got into position.

Unlike most times, you didn’t strike the first move. It didn’t take a genius to see that your moves were way sloppier than usual. Shinsou had been spurring with you for long enough to see that you were not holding up with your standard performance. At certain moments, he was so sure that you were gonna lose balance and collapse.

“Stop, stop, stop.” you looked at him in confusion when he suddenly gripped your wrist, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you tried to break free of his grasp.

“I can’t fight you when you are like this.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks as you felt humiliation building up in you. He hadn’t let go of you and you yanked your hand away from him, “I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you.” Shinsou sighed at how difficult you were being, “It’s gonna look bad on me if I win you when you look like you are about to pass out anyways. Let’s just call it quits, ok?”

If it was any times other than now, you would have yelled at him to not go soft on you and carry on with what you were doing. But right now, his offer sounded just a bit too tempting for your worn out self.

Shinsou wasn’t sure why he felt so relieved when you nodded and backed down, going to pack your things without much protest as he thought you would.

“Thanks.” you mumbled as you took the can of soda from his hand. Taking a large gulp, you let out a content sigh as the cold liquid brought you back to life.

You didn’t move away when Shinsou sat down next to you on the bench outside of the gym. He stared at the side of your face as while you lowered your head, your fingers tracing the rim of the can mindlessly. He had never looked at you properly until now, too busy either fighting you off or trying to keep up the part of an eager rival. With your eyes draping down and your lips pursing tightly together to form a frown, he was all too bothered by how distressed you looked for someone who was supposed to hate you.

“Sometimes, I’m not sure if I can convince myself that I’m good enough anymore.” you said with a forced chuckle and the pitiful sound made his heart ache.

“If you’re not good enough then what does that make me?”

You gave him a weak shrug, “Well, someone who could beat me every time, that I am sure of.”

You must be really beaten down to say it out loud. Shinsou furrowed his brows together as he thought hard on what he should say. He thought that he wanted you to admit that he was a worthy opponent but the fact that someone as prideful as you were was basically stepping on themselves, it left a really bad taste in his mouth. This was not like you and despite what you said basically acknowledging his own abilities, it made him feel terrible.

“Are you kidding me? Do you have no idea how much of a hard time you give me every damn time?”

You snorted at his attempt a cheering you up, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he saw the small smile on your face. “Right.”

“So stop putting yourself down because you’re insulting me in the process.” you gave him a soft swat on the arm as he grinned, “Whatever is bothering you right now, please pull through. I want my tough competition back.”

“God, you are so infuriating!” you laughed and shook your head. Tapping the side of the cold aluminum, you stayed silent for a while before turning to him. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Shinsou said in amusement at your attempt to lower your pride. You looked almost flustered just saying that and it was adorable to see you let your guard down around him for once.

For a while, you two just sat there without saying a word. The silence was comforting, something you never expected to feel around Shinsou. As the sun slowly descended, everything was tinted with the golden light and the warmth on your skin reminded you of the comfort of being surrounded by blankets on your own bed.

“I think I should go.” you stood up and turned to face him with you back towards the sunlight. Shinsou could feel the flush on his face and he wasn’t sure if it was the sun or the genuine grin you had on your face that gave him the warmth on his cheeks. “Next time, I’m not losing again.”

He got up and looked at you straight in the eyes, looking more delighted than he was competitive. “We’ll see about that.”

Shinsou was caught off guard when you smiled at him as you entered the gym, not that he was complaining. “Ready to get beaten up?”

“Say that to yourself.”

You two had spurred for countless of times but somehow it felt different this time round. Something clicked and the two of you were more aggressive and less calculated with your moves. Both of you were set to win and you must have snapped out of that bad headspace you were in because Shinsou had never seen you so fierce before, even when you two had all that pent up angst towards each other. At one point, he could not even make a move of his own as he was too busy just blocking your hits. How did you get so much better in the span of days?

There was a glint in your eyes that he had never seen before and it was just enough to distract him for long enough that you managed to break his defense. With a hand gripping onto his upper arm, you tripped him down with a kick and pinned him on the floor. Intimating what he once did to you, you pressed him down and trapped him in between your knees.

You were right above him as you came to the realization that you had won against him for the first time since the training started. Still panting and struggling to gather your breath, you smiled. Not so much because you managed to pin him down, but more for the fact that you could actually do it.

If it had happened a week ago, he would have been infuriated. But now, he could not help it but being mesmerized by how you look hovering above him. Your hair was sticking to your forehead and you were flushed from the fight, would it be wrong if he thought that you looked oddly good? You were so close to him. If he sit up just a little taller, your faces would touch and he was so tempted.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the abrupt peck on your lips. The boy who was still beneath you did not even make that big of a move for you to notice. It you could not see the faint blush on his face, you would have thought that it was an illusion from the adrenaline.

Shinsou was expecting you to slap him or yell at him for kissing you out of nowhere. He wasn’t proud of it, but it was right there and he could not help himself.

His breath stopped as you licked your lips and smirked. “Is that really the best you got?”

Shinsou wasn’t sure if he was more intimidated or turned on by that.

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Of Food and Comfort - Part 9

Author Note:: So sorry that this took forever. This chapter was difficult for me because I have had the worst writers block. Hopefully it was just for this chapter and the next one will come more easily. The story is starting to come to a close! (Sorry if this chapter wasn’t as exciting).

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. Smut. NSFW

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

Thor had picked out a dress for you to wear and laid it on your bed while you showered. What he picked out was one of the nicer dresses in the closet. Not that they weren’t all nice, but this one was particularly elegant, used for special occasions. It was a deep navy blue and sleek, but comfortable. You took the time to freshen up in the bathroom with the supplied fragrances and lotions, combing out your hair and styling it perfectly. All the while your mind wanted to wander to what happened in the library not even an hour ago.

You could feel the cold hard wood on your knees still as your nose remembered the smell of Thor’s deep musk. The thought of your mouth on him brought a deep blush to your cheeks and chest. Did you really give him a blowjob in the library, in the middle of the day? What on Earth has gotten into you?

A soft knock came in the door, so you left the bathroom to answer it expecting to find Thor.

Instead you were surprised to find Loki.

After your first morning when he walked you around the palace for a while—you hadn’t seen him since. Perhaps it was a dinner with the whole family instead of just the three of you as you had assumed?

Dark green eyes started your feet and trailed up to take in your appearance. “Dressing to impress Darling,” he inquired. He stepped aside and threw an arm out to gesture me to leave the room.

“I guess,” you said slowly. “Thor picked this out for me.” Immediately your fingers drew up to your new necklace, tracing the cool metal, suddenly a little nervous. While you both walked, you could hear him humming softly as he strode forward. The tune was a little familiar, but nothing you could pin-point.

“Are you finding your new home to your liking,” he asked as you both descended a set of stairs.

At his words, you missed a step and stumbled, hanging onto the railing for dear life with a hitch in breath. “My new home,” you asked confused.

Loki stopped in the middle of the stair set, smirking slowly before leaning a little closer to you, easing into your personal space.

“Oh Darling,” he chuckled, “Asgard of course. Why else did you think Thor brought you here?”

“To just show me around, to show me where he grew up—”

“To introduce you to your father-in-law and new home.”

Father—that is absolutely absurd. Even the thought of it had you scoffing and laughing outright. Thor and you only just started any sort of a relationship past friends not even a week ago. There was no way he was bringing you to Asgard before that was even established on the basis of marriage.

“That’s not true,” you supplied easily, pushing past the trickster and down the stairs. “He just wanted to bring me to somewhere new. It was a silly prize for being able to lift Mjölnir.”

“A silly prize,” Loki scoffed. He had already surpassed you on the stairs and was walking down them backwards to speak to you as you climbed down yourself. “That hammer holds some of the most unexplainable powers of the realms. Those who harness that power control Asgard.”

Very slowly you came to a stop again, this time at the bottom of the stairs. You noted how Loki said control instead of lead or rule. For some reason this discussion felt like a test and a taunt all in one. “I bet loads of people can lift the hammer,” you said softly. “It takes a great deal more leadership and good sense of ethics to be able to be a King of anywhere, let alone Asgard.”

“There are only four people whom were able to lift Mjölnir,” Loki hissed out between his teeth. With each word he had taken another step closer and closer to you, shoulders hunched up in intimidation. “Odin. Mother. Thor. Now, some small meek girl from Midgard.”

Suddenly all you could hear was the erratic beating of your blood pounding in your ears, but Loki continued you talk and you strained to listen.

“Odin has become an old fool with time, weak with age. He has been waiting for my oaf of a brother to accept the position of King. Until now he has refused, but now that there is supple flesh that has proven useful—well it would only make sense that he is more accepting of the position,” Loki’s voice grew quieter with each and every word. In the end of it all, it was as if he was whispering a secret or a sweet nothing into your ear.

“Are you—are you saying Thor only wants to be with me because I can lift the hammer,” you whispered back just as quietly, almost afraid of the words that were leaving your mouth.

The edges of Loki’s lips started to curl inwards, but the look in his bright green eyes didn’t seem playful.

This couldn’t be true—it was just another game that the God of Mischief was playing to get under your skin. Right, he was just looking to get a rise out of you because he had nothing better to do. Thor wouldn’t be so superficial, right?

Thinking back on everything, you did your best to filter through your memories with Thor to see if what Loki said had any ounce of truth. Instead, you only proved to cause more panic and anxiety within yourself. Thor had always been so kind and friendly at first, because he was just a polite man. Even after Jane and him broke up, you never remember any moment with him that insinuated that he was interested in you in such a way. Not until—not until the night you lifted Mjölnir.

Even though you were drunk out of your mind, you had remembered Thor dragging you back to your room. Days after the event you were horrified to remember asking him to take off your pants for you. It wasn’t until you were standing at the base of the stairs of Asgard starring right into Loki’s eyes that you remembered Thor asking if he could be your bed warmer—only hours after you proved worthy of Asgard.

All the time after that, there wasn’t another moment between either of you, not until Christmas when he almost kissed you in the kitchen. Everything else could be deemed friendly; yet nothing more than platonic happened until after you took your shot with the hammer.

“Drotting,” Thor’s voice called out deeply from behind you, “there you are. I went to your rooms looking for you.”

Breaking out of your trance, you turned to Thor. Anything you were thinking about slipped from consciousness at the sight of him. You couldn’t tell if he was dressed for battle or for dinner. The leather-like pants he was wearing were adorned with patterns, but hugged his legs nicely. He was wearing a deep navy blue shirt that seemed as if it was made in mind of the dress you were wearing.

What really caused you to become speechless was his hair. Half of it was pulled up like normal, but different types of braids and beads traced in and out of the loose locks. His beard was even trimmed evenly and shaped nicely into the scruff on his cheeks. All of it dimmed in comparison at the smile he was wearing. Had you ever seen him this happy before? His blue eyes were bright and crinkled at the sides from the force of his smile.

In seconds he had you wrapped in his arms, bringing his lips down to press against your own for a long chaste kiss.

“Come now,” he spared a questioning glance at Loki, “let us meet Father in the Dining Hall.”

Loki trailed behind you both as Thor guided you through the halls by your hand intertwined with his.

The Dining Hall ended up being much smaller than you anticipated. Perhaps it was just a private dining room for the immediate family? Odin was already seated at the large round table. The table could have easily sat a dozen people side by side, but instead there were only four seats evenly spread out.

Thor led you to one of the seats and helped you down into it before grabbing the empty plate in front of you and starting to pile it was food.

“Oh Thor,” you reached his arm and held it in place instead of it hovering over the next bowl of vegetables. “I can make my own plate.”

“I know,” he murmured softly, “I can make my own as well, but you always make mine for me. It is my turn to take care of you.”

A little embarrassed, you settled down into your seat and looked down at the table while Thor put more food on the plate than you thought you could eat. As he sat it down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and left to the seat closest to you. He had seated you directly across from his father.

“Lady Y/N,” Odin began to speak, gesturing to your plate of food you hadn’t touched yet. “Please eat at your leisure.”

Slowly, you reached for the fork closest to you and started to stab into the first green you saw. Being put at the same dinner table as three Gods was a little intimidating, so you ate slowly and savored the tastes of the food in front of you.

“I would like to apologize for the greeting you received from me your first morning here,” Odin huffed out after taking a drink. “Now that we are all here, there is much to discuss.”

You took a long sip from the glass of wine closest to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see Thor beaming to your left. He had no hesitation in eating, half of his plate was empty. To your left, you could see Loki picking at his food, moving it around but not really eating it.

“Thor has told me much about your life on Midgard,” Odin continued. “You are a—mechanic?”

“Yes sir,” you coughed out a little. “I work on machines—well any type of technology.

“Wasn’t Jane a well-educated scientist,” Loki shot off from his end of the table, looking bored.

The empty nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach only grew at his statement. Anxiety was already eating away at you the moment Thor said you were to have dinner with his father, but now it was consuming you quickly.  

Jane had already been here. Both his father and mother met Jane. She was a well-educated scientist. Just from her area of expertise alone she probably knew more about Asgard and the other realms better than you—

“Jane is not the woman Thor has chosen,” Odin said plainly. No, Thor did choose her, but she just didn’t choose him back. “How has Asgard been treating you dear?”

“It’s been really lovely,” you worked past the lump in your throat. “Everything from the buildings to the gardens and the hospitality of your people is beautiful. I feel very welcomed, thank you for having me.” It was true, even the friendliness of all the Asgardian’s you encountered. Thor’s friends in particular did what they could on the few occasions you met them to make you comfortable.

Thor smiled at you again between bites, becoming oddly silent while his father and you spoke to one another. After you had eaten a good portion of your food, it became easier to talk to the older man. He asked numerous questions about you, your life, what you did for Tony Stark, what you see yourself doing in the future. They were typical questions you would have received from meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time.

Towards the end of dinner, you were completely relaxed and laughing softly with Thor over something Odin had said. Loki had wandered off again in the last handful of minutes. A soft yawn had taken you by surprise after you finished your wine.

“I will not hold you both any longer,” Odin sighed himself. He did not smile, but he seemed happy and relaxed like yourself. “Please remember Lady Y/N, Asgard is your home now too.”

You rose slowly from your chair onto shaky legs at his words, met by Thor who ushered you into his arms to guide you from the room after a bid of goodbye to his father. The anxiety from earlier started to make its way back into your chest, making it harder to breathe.

Asgard is my home now too.

Was it though? Could I really move myself to another realm away from what little family I had, and my friends? There was no way to communicate with them from Asgard. Thor had told you how the Bifrost was destroyed a while ago, what if it became destroyed again if you decided to even move to Asgard?

Why are you even thinking about this? These kind of decisions shouldn’t even be thought of until you had dated someone for a good five or six months, not the handful of days you have had with Thor.  

Just thinking of Thor and you together, even as he was walking you back to your rooms, you groaned softly in frustration.

It seemed that Loki had gotten what he wanted—to leave you upset and questioning everything between Thor and you.

Once you both reached the door to your rooms, you turned to Thor and crossed your arms softly. “Is it possible that we could go back to New York tomorrow,” you asked a little upset with yourself. You really didn’t want to leave beautiful Asgard behind, but the anxiety and panic you had been dealing with the past few hours was making it hard to think straight. All you really wanted was to curl up in the blankets on your bed and a bowl of comfort food to try and relax. You wanted your warm soft Earth clothes—hell you would prefer Thor’s warm soft Earth clothes.

“Of course,” he replied quickly, a little confused. “If that is what you wish drotting.”

“Sorry,” you apologized, feeling more flustered at possibly offending him. “Its just—”

“No need to explain yourself Y/N,” he smiled softly before kissing your nose. “We could even leave now if you wanted.”

 It only took about twenty minutes for you to collect your things. Thor insisted that you take some of the dresses with you. He didn’t have anything to take back with him from his rooms, so you both left the palace and made your way through the streets towards the Bifrost dome. Through every turn and pause, his hand was still clutched almost desperately into your own. He shared a few words with the Heimdall, who looked at you with a soft smile and nodded before opening the bridge between Asgard and Earth.

It was dark when you finally opened your eyes after the gut-wrenching trip. The cool night air of New York was brisk, causing you to shiver in your sleek Asgardian dress. It was still January after all, of course it was going to be cold and covered in snow. Thor took it upon himself to carry your bag for you, and guide you through the snow and ice of the lawn and into the building.

Wordlessly he followed you up to your rooms, sitting your bag of clothes on the familiar homely couch and plopping down next to them. It was odd, seeing him decked out in Asgardian Princely clothing, simply sitting on your plain Earthling couch. “I’m going to change into something to sleep in,” you murmured nervously and scurrying into the bathroom.

You were still confused on where you stood with Thor. If this past week has shown you anything, it was that you were helplessly in love with him. How did he feel though? Did he simply settle for you because of what Loki said—or did he genuinely have feelings for you like you hoped? What you really needed to do was just talk to Thor, but you almost were scared to. What if he reveals that what Loki said was right? What if he thinks you’re too much to deal with after coming up with three different scenarios in your head?

Trying to remain calm and not succumb to the panicked anxiety, you stripped down out of the dress and into the first thing your hands grabbed. The smell of rain and static filled your nose, calming you down a fraction. It was one of the many shirts of Thor’s you had stolen for knitting purposes, but had yet return to his room.

You continued with your nightly routine, stalling for time before you had to actually talk about your feelings and fears to the one man who has already ruined you for all others.

Once you finally emerged from the bathroom, you found Thor sitting in your bed in a tank top and basketball shorts, munching on popcorn while his eyes took in the television show he was watching.

You slid into the covers next to him, fluffing the pillows in contentment. The familiarity of your own things, the smell and softness alone was making you feel better. The braids in his hair were a little crumbled, but still held true when he turned to watch you. The smile on his face dimmed a bit when you finally met his eyes.

“You are unhappy,” he said softly, sitting the bowl of popcorn on the stand closest to him. “What’s wrong?”

Damn he was good. Determined to get it all sorted out and over with, you refrained from saying, “nothing”.

“Are you only with me because I lifted the hammer? Is it because Jane walked away and you were lonely,” you asked quickly.

Thor’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you over his lap to sit astride it. “Of course not schat. My feelings for you date back since before you lifted the hammer,” he said. “Minjor doesn’t control my feelings. If I were lonely because of Jane, I could have chosen another woman to keep me company much sooner. I waited for you, because you are the most beautiful, smart and kind woman I have ever met.”

A little emotional, you felt the heat in your eyes trying to ignite. He was complimenting you and assuring you all at once.

“Do you expect me to leave here and move to Asgard with you,” you hurried on to ask, trying to get everything out before you got cold feet and backed off.

Thor didn’t answer for a few moments. Instead he ran his hand up and down your bare thigh while the other ran up and down your back. “I don’t expect it of you,” he murmured. “I would very much like it, but I do not expect you to. What happened that—Loki.”

Even as he said his brother’s name, his eyelids closed in frustration in sync of him banging the back of his head against the headboard. “Do not listen to anything my brother tries to tell you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my cheek. “He will try to and say whatever he can to wreak havoc in my life. Jane is gone. I chose you before I knew you could handle Mjölnir and I would have chosen you still if you hadn’t moved it at all.

“Let us not worry about the future at the moment drotting, we can take everything a day at a time. Promise me that whenever you have thoughts and concerns like this, you will talk to me?”

All the pressure building in your chest and head seemed to ease out with his words. It was so relieving you started to get a little sleepy again, happy and content. You nodded your consent to a promise, cuddling into his side more firmly, resting your head on his chest while your hands hugged him to you tightly. This is what you always envisioned with Thor, the ease and comfort of just simply being together.

A muffled crunch startled you into being awake again suddenly.

Trying to make your eyes stay open, you could see Thor’s hand move from a bowl next to you both, yellow kernels fisted in his fingers and he raised them to his face.

Blindly, you reached forward to the bowl to grab a few pieces and sneak them into your mouth to chew slowly as the buttery goodness melted on your tongue. “Mmm,” you sighed, “good.” Warmth encased you everywhere as you slipped back into sleep in Thor’s arms.

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