#and it's mostly him being nonchalantly funny af

[courtesanofdeath]

count with rukawa! ft shohoku's trouble trio

[witche-nerd]

some thoughts after my trashy-binge of bridgerton season 2 (mostly about the main couple) (spoilers obvi):

-Holy shit all Kanthony scenes were good. A+++ chemistry/acting/everything

-despite that, during the final scene (even though it was cute af) I was thinking:

"😭😭not y'all doing full PDA into front of your families and Lady Danbury."

-I actually like the bee scene being just about Kate understanding that Anthony is freaking out and without needing to know why, she just comforts him. Peak older sibling I-know-what-to-do-when-someone-freaks-out energy.

-I think that letting the Edwina and Anthony situation continue for that long stopped making it fun drama and led to just full blown anxiety. I was just feeling bad for Edwina and second hand guilt from Kate. And all those scenes of their tension with open doors were just.... oof! I was fine with them not making the bee scene the one that compromises them but y'all fucked in a garden where anyone could walk by. I like the idea that Anthony asking Kate to marry him was in fact consensual and not forced by circumstance but my brother in Christ, with that much public eye fucking and regular fucking there is no way in hell noone other than Daphne caught you. Like by the end where he asks her to marry him, I am certain that all of the bridgerton staff at Aubrey Hall, the clerks in the church and just random people on the street have watched their unchaperoned antics and just said nothing to be chill.

-Edwina and Kate are reallyyyyyy different characters in the show in some vital ways, dealing with really different insecurities. For example there is never Kate's looming insecurity that she is not as beautiful or desirable as Edwina, rather she believes she is not as worthy of happiness as her family (much like Anthony). I think in general the show branched out a lot more than the book because the book is a classic romance novel where everything becomes secondary to the romance. (Including everything complicated being wrapped up in a convenient bow in the book like Edwina not actually liking Anthony or their courtship not going too far. Complicated enough for angst but not complicated enough the sour the characters to the audience). The show took a more realistic turn with Edwina getting mad which I was... meh about. I didn't like it but I couldn't blame it either I guess. I personally wish there had been more of a focus on their romance.

-I actually think they might've changed the plot of them being married in the middle of the story to make it different to the first season (since they were basically the same plot points ). BUT I think it would've been more interesting to show that a love story isn't fixed with marriage especially when it includes two emotionally constipated people.

-I feel like everyone was just... too mean to Anthony and Kate. Like Jesus Christ, my little guys are trying so hard and everyone is throwing tomatoes at them at all times. "You are my half sister" from Edwina. Violet never really comforting Anthony until the very end. All the siblings walking out on him while he was freaking out about Kate being ill and talking to them about being irresponsible just felt really sad and not at all funny. Even Daphne's "all the sacrifices you think we admire you for, we just pity you" which yes was necessary but it was also phrased so cruelly, like gurl just say "we appreciate your sacrifices but some of them are all u bro".

-I realllllyyyyyy really wish there was an added moment before Anthony rides into the storm where he asks Edwina where Kate is and Edwina nonchalantly goes "oh she's out" cause she’s still angry and pretending not to care. And Anthony freaks out like "no this is serious she would never go out during a storm she's terrified of them". And that could be a moment where Edwina realizes:

she doesn't actually know her sister.

her sister hides things to protect Edwina which makes Edwina mad but also because of that, Kate has suffered alone her entire life.

THIS MAN KNOWS KATE BETTER THAN HER AND LOVES HER *gasp*

To me this is a better gateway for Edwina to forgive/understand Kate while also showing WHY Kate and Anthony are a better match than Edwina and Anthony.

-This was my one clear expectation for 2022 so what will I do now?? This was the last morsel of stability in my life in these chaotic times. Oh well🤷🤷🤷

[ultradiplr]

Sleep Aid

A Si/Oc x Sigma fanfiction

Plot: Uahi and Sigma are up late from insomnia, stressed and jittery from the day’s activities, they decide to do something to relax.

Tags: Mutual M, Age Difference, Size Difference, Original Female Character, Dirty Talk. Literally just “What if we did X? Haha, just kidding…. Unless?” Comedy-ish. Bad porno. Idk man.

A/N: Self indulgent AF because I’ve decided I need to establish that Uahi and SIgma have “that” kind of relationship - Just a couple of buddies being pals and doing a little bonding. Also The Beast: Part 2 is still getting written, I just had a rough few days and wrote this dumb thing to make myself feel better.

Xx

Uahi laid on what constituted as Sigma’s bed in his lab as she watched him write and rewrite an equation on a board. Her eyes followed the motions of his hands droopily, exhausted from the day’s training yet stupidly wide awake, untapped stores of energy still inside her with no way of getting out at this time at night.

Sigma was in much the same boat, exhausted by a tedious little meeting that went on much later than he expected. Tired yet completely alert, his mind running through a million things at once, a million things that could be done tomorrow, yet his body was forcing him to do them now, even as the numbers and letters he wrote were starting to look more and more like gibberish to his straining eyes. 

The two of them usually sat up late together like this, both insomniacs on even their best days, but tonight just felt especially ridiculous as the clock ticked by, showing the time in bold red numbers.

03:00 AM.

Uahi stretched out on his bed which was much, much larger than her and custom made to fit Sigma’s large body, usually it was a delightful haven for her sore and battered body after a long training day, but tonight it just felt so.. Uncomfortable. No matter how much she twisted and turned, no matter the weird angle she tried to place her limbs in, no matter what she tried she just could not get comfortable.

“Siiiiigmaaaa.” She groaned, loudly, defeated.

Sigma sighed and wiped down his board again, whatever he had written not making any sense to him. “Yes?” He asked, hearing Uahi groan.

“I’m tired.” She grumbles behind him, saying similar multiple times tonight.

“I know, but what can we do?” He says with a sigh, going back to writing… something, on the board.

“Masturbate.” She says before letting out a long “Ayyyyyy.”

Sigma cracks a tired smile at the sound of her fake bostonian accent, easily imagining her shooting him finger guns while saying it. He rolls his eyes a little. Even while completely exhausted his friend didn’t miss an opportunity for a crude joke, how admirable. 

A stretch of silence settled between them, with only the squeaking of his pen against the board as Sigma wrote another batch of equations and Uahi’s steady breathing as she stared up at the ceiling and watched a few wisps of her hair flow above her. 

The idea felt like it hung in the air between them. The two had always been pretty flirtatious with one another, dirty jokes and innuendos a common part of their bantering, but for some reason this instance felt… different. Maybe it was the lack of sleep lowering their inhibitions but the idea of getting off right now sounded really… nice. The total relaxation afterward would probably make trying to sleep easier. It’s worked for them, separately, before...

Doing it now wasn’t that much different from doing it alone… right?

“Haha, that’s a weird thought, right?” She laughed awkwardly and sat up a little on her forearms, looking over at him. 

Sigma is blushing as he looks back at her, too tired to really try and hide it and Uahi unconsciously bites her lip at the sight, he’s always looked so handsome when he blushed. His eyes roamed her body, taking in her relaxed pose and the loose sleeping clothes she wore, admiring her curves and muscles and the intricate tattoos on her arms before his eyes slid up to her face lingering on her lips for a moment before meeting her gaze.

“Unless…” His tone has shifted just a little and it’s her turn to blush, causing him to smile. 

It wasn’t that different… right?

Sigma put his pen down and gently drifted toward Uahi on his bed, who sat up completely and shuffled back until her back hit a wall, eyes locked with his as he came closer and cheeky smile plastered on her face. 

“Damn, didn’t know it was so easy to get you into bed.” She teased as he sat down on the edge and took off his day clothes, throwing them to the side, and leaving himself in an undershirt and boxer briefs.

“To be fair, this is my bed,” He scooted back until his back met the wall next to her, dwarfing her a little in comparison to him, even sitting down, “What should it mean that you’re already here?”

“That you can’t take a hint.” She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.

Settling in next to her, his legs outstretched in front of him, he stretched and yawned, relaxing against the wall, already feeling a sort of warmth pool at the pit of his stomach, the reality of what they were going to do slowly seeping into him.

Uahi felt a little jittery, excitement and embarrassment mixing into a concoction that made her want to both get on with it and to just get up and leave right now, filling her with more restless energy.

They sat silently next to each other, neither knowing exactly how to start, before she piped up “You wanna see my favorite porno?” she asked.

“What?” That sort of caught him off guard and he blinked down at her, face going red again.

“I mean, we’re not just going to try and do this alone, right?” She asked as she got on her knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed, reaching under it.

“I guess not,” He started, looking off to the side a little, feeling a little sheepish. “truth be told, I didn’t really think about it.”

She snorted and brought up his smartpad, talon issued, and most likely monitored. He tried not to use it much outside of his work because of that, but it seemed Uahi had no qualms with using it for any personal activity she wanted as she scooted back next to him, already tapping away in the search menu. As a video loaded up, the title of witch he didn’t catch, she held it up in front of them, and knowing what she wanted without her asking, he suspended it in the air. It was a little funny, they’ve done similar for watching normal movies together, ironic that they’d do the same for a dirty one.

Uahi leaned against him as the video started playing, and she smiled when he heard him scoff at the title, “O-asis University 7: The Hard Professor.” 

“Really? This your favorite dirty movie?” He asked as he watched the video open with a stock video of the city and university.

“Oh, so you’ve seen it before.” She said, wriggling her eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, smiling, “No, but I’ve heard of the series… can’t believe they made seven.”

“They’ve made thirty actually, but I dropped off after seventeen.” She said nonchalantly.

The scene transitioned into a classroom set, shot on a cheap camera of course, though he could give them props for somehow finding something similar to the actual rooms at the University, at least from what he could remember.

“Why did you drop it?” He asked, the talking easing him into the fact he really was going to watch a porno with her.

“Recasting mostly,” She shrugged, “My two favorite actors had such good chemistry, when they got replaced it just wasn’t the same.”

There were two characters on screen, an older but handsome man wearing an ill fitting and cheap looking suit, obviously the ‘hard” professor, and a woman wearing an equally cheap looking knock off of the uniforms there only more… revealing. Their  innuendo filled dialogue was a bit cringy on paper, but the delivery was actually done pretty well, by porn parody standards. Sigma snorted at a particularly awful joke and Uahi giggled, and it went on like that through the painful introduction. When it finally got to actual sex he had to admit, it seemed almost believable, and sort of personal, but it wasn’t really his cup of tea if he was being honest.

He looked over to Uahi to make an observation about the whiteboard in the background containing an interesting equation but when he saw the way her eyes focused on the screen, face red, and worrying her lip between her teeth, he was shut up instantly, feeling his blood run hot at the sight.He watched as Uahi began to fidget a little, her hands balling into her shirt as she watched with rapt attention, legs subtly rubbing together as she got worked up. It was strangely cute… and very arousing. He felt himself harden a little as she shifted around, pressing her thighs together as the scene turned rougher.

Uahi meanwhile was just too focused on what was unfolding to notice Sigma’s staring, the sense of drama and story elements always able to suck her in before the fucking really solidified her attention. She loved the series with her whole heart, and the unfolding relationship between Professor Richard Longhard and Kitty Galore was always her favorite sub plot, plus they were both hot as all hell. 

As the dear professor bent his student over his desk and began teasing her with a light spanking, Uahi’s fingers just about dipped into the waistband of her sleeping shorts, only pulling at it slightly, holding off from actually touching herself due to where she was, still sort of hesitant. 

Sigma noticed this and held back a groan, a hand cupping himself through his boxers as the other flexed on his thigh, attention completely on Uahi as she became a bigger and bigger mess, hair rising higher and higher she got hotter and hotter. 

There was a loud moan coming from the screen and Sigma looked back at it and caught the “hard professor.” slowly stuffing his large meat into the smaller woman while he leaned over her on the desk, whispering something in her ear.

“He has such a pretty dick.” Uahi’s voice came out strained, tinted by the faintest whine but full of desire.

“Not the sort of description I would use.” Sigma said, trying to hold back the waver in his voice as he watched too.

Uahi smiled, “Why, what does your dick look like?~” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows, leaning up into his side.

He gulped and nudged her back playfully, causing her to giggle, “Perfectly normal, if you must know.” 

“Really, not old and wrinkly like you?” She teased harder, hand snaking its way up and into the side of his shirt, small and hot against his skin, tickling his ribs a little.

He swatted her away again, laughing, and she giggled, shifting so that her back was toward the hovering smartpad now and looking at him, “Come on, out with it, I wanna see~” She said, looking at him expectantly, face red with a large, goofy smile.

He chuckled, nerves kind of on fire now that her attention was all on him with his erection so painfully obvious in his briefs. He shifted a little, feeling awkward. He didn’t want to stop, but he definitely didn’t want to be the only one who was exposed.

Uahi saw his hesitance and she realized she probably should break the ice a little first. Quickly, so as not to let herself lose confidence, she pulled her shorts off her legs and threw them over the side of the bed.

His breath hitched, his eyes went wide, his face somehow grew hotter and his hard cock throbbed as Uahi crawled over his leg and sat between his knees, which he widened to make room for her. She sat down and slowly opened her legs for him, making his mouth grow dry as she revealed her wet core to him. 

She felt emboldened by his focused, wide eyed but dazed stare at her, fighting to urge to cover herself as she leaned back onto her forearms. “Your turn, old man.” She said with a wink, and shot him the smuggest smile she could muster in her slowly dizzying state.

Sigma gulped, eyes focused on her glistening lips, as his thumbs hooked into his  waistband, slowly lowering it down. His cock sprang up as the cloth moved off it, hitting him softly in his stomach, and he heard Uahi’s breath hitch at the sight. His gaze moved to her face, and the look she was giving him matched the way she was looking at the video earlier, making his cock throb and his heart clench.

It was not in fact, wrinkly or old, or “perfectly normal” either, he was huge, thick and long, and with a sprinkling of salt and pepper hair at the base. Already leaking a little, and having a beautifully delicious red tip, it made her mouth water.

“It’s uh…  wow… you’re big.” Her voice sounded breathless and he smiled inwardly at it, his ego and confidence getting a sizable boost from that.

“Think I match up with Professor Longhard?” He joked, and she snorted a laugh,

“Honestly I think you’re bigger.” And it was his turn to laugh.

This felt good, nice, two friends just.. Hanging out. 

Uahi leaned over to one arm as her other hand snaked up from beside her and petted her mound in front of him, not touching herself, but just teasing a little. Sigma hummed in approval and his own hand began to lightly feel up his cock, even with his hand wrapped around it at his base a good five inches stood out of his grasp. She drooled a little at the sight and moved her fingers lower over her sex, lightly running it around her lips. She shivered at the feeling, but Sigma could do nothing more than watch and start to move his own hand on his hard cock.

Uahi slipped her own fingers between her slick folds, gathering the wetness and spreading them around, loving the way Sigma moaned at the sight, his hand slightly picking up speed. She spread herself with her fingers with a wink and actually laughed at the way he choked.

“You’re a dirty girl, you know that?” He said with a glare, his hand squeezing himself for more delicious pressure.

“Mhmm, a dirty girl for a dirty old man.” She replied, licking her lips and fluttering her eyes in a very faux sexy manner which made him roll his eyes.

She slipped a finger in herself carefully, and Sigma groaned as he watched it disappear, hand following her speed. She tensed a little at it, more sensitive than she expected, and let out a shaky sigh. She slipped another finger in too, and began to pump them into herself in a steady rhythm, moaning as he began to leak pre at the sight.

“So Beautiful.” The words slipped from his mouth without realizing it, and her body flushed darker.

She moaned and fell back to free her other arm, hand going to rub at her clit, his words hitting her like a freight train with desire. She rolled her hips, the new stimulation putting her closer and closer to the edge.

She was watching him, pupils blown wide with desire, turning her dark brown eyes almost black. He groaned at the sight of her, laid almost bare before him, looking at him with hunger, playing with herself in front of him, watching him, watching his hands and face and his swollen cock. He shifted, shaking as he did, and arched over her, one arm bracing himself next to her head as he continued rutting into his hand, the tip of his cock so achingly close to her core.

“What are you thinking of?” he asked, breathlessly above her flustered face, head framed by the twisting and writhing wisps of her hair..

She bit her lip, looking off to the side, “Y-you.” She said, her voice needy and… vulnerable.

His heart fluttered at the admission and the tone, “And what about me?” He asks, hotly yet tenderly.

She whines and her hips leave the bed for a moment, “Fuck.. i don’t know, just… your stupid handsome face and your stupid big cock and just...” she grinds out before shutting her eyes tightly and taking a moment to breath.

His hand cups her face with his free hand and she leans into it, when she opens her eyes, they’re dark and focused, a dangerous, hungry look.

“I’m thinking about you Sigma, and you, splitting me open.” Her voice was shaky, needy, wanton. 

She lifts her hips again, rolling them, making the faintest hint of contact between them  and making him moan and stutter his hips. She laughed breathlessly, nuzzling into his hand, 

“I want you to ruin me~” She said, fluttering her eyes, and taking his thumb into her mouth.

He flexed his thumb in her mouth to push on her tongue, moaning at the feel of her soft wet mouth as he hunched over her, imagining himself doing what she asked. Of him dipping his hips lower, just a bit lower, and hilting inside her in one hard thrust. Thrusting inside her at a brutal pace, causing her to scream, to beg, to cry for him. To hold onto him like her life depended on it as he fucked her open, more open than she probably ever been. God, he wanted to ruin her too, wanted to touch and taste and just… destroy her.

He squeezed his cock as he felt his balls tighten, his climax coming soon at the images she’s conjuring up, but he didn’t want to cum, not yet, not until she does.

He dipped his head down next to her, “You’d be such a good girl you’d let me do that, right? Let me tear you open? Use you? Would that make you happy?” He whispered into her ear, a bit frantic but  dripping with arousal.

She nodded her head a little, his thumb in her mouth, whining around the finger, her hips picking up more as her fingers worked herself faster. He joined her in that fact, thrusting harder into his tight, wet hand above her, frantically trying to chase and hold off his own end.

“You look so pretty like this, such a pretty mess, and a mess all for me.” His words where making her stomach flip and twist, too soft, too tender, too loving, she wanted to cry and laugh and kiss him and hear him say more, but she felt herself starting to peak and she could do nothing but cry out around his thumb.

“S-si-gma.” Her broken sob made his heart clench as she tensed up under him.

Seeing her come undone was a trigger for his own and he muffled his cry in the mattress as he bit down beside her head. He tensed and shook as he tried to keep himself up, feeling himself empty a thick load, his hand pumping every last drop out of him as he chased the high longer. When he finally finished, he collapsed beside her, panting.

A few minutes of them doing nothing but panting and contemplating what they just did passed before Uahi broke the silence again with a laugh, a genuine, bubbly laugh, that had him joining quiet easily.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She said clapping a hand over her eyes, astonished

“Me neither, that was quite an… experience.” He looked at her, smiling, still a little out of breath. “Are you alright?”

She turned and faced him, scooting closer, “Yeah, I am, it was fun.” she said with a yawn.

He wrapped an arm around her and brought her into his side until she could rest her head on his shoulder, “I guess it’s finally time to sleep.”

The two began to drift asleep, warmth seeped into their bones, completely relaxed against each other, and basking in the warmth of each other's presence. As they were on the cusp of sleep a thought occurred to Uahi,

“Sigma, what happened to the smartpad?”

[ironjester]

First Dates

Bakugo sighed as he checked his reflection in the window. He looked fine, probably looked damn good if he was honest with himself. But he was annoyed, maybe even a bit anxious. It wasn’t nerves, it couldn’t be, but he was trying to figure out how he had been talked into a date. Theoretically it wasn’t a date, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid she had shown romantic interest had complimented him and.. The last part was the annoying one, she seemed to be disturbingly good at getting him to do what she wanted.

 He’d probably find that less annoying if he could figure out how. He dismissed general manipulation, if anything he thought she was a bit of a ditz, but here he was waiting for her. He didn’t get outsmarted by a ditz, so maybe she wasn’t one. He also had that nagging thought that a part of him wanted to be there but that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t someone who liked socializing as it was the only person he could really tolerate was Kirishima and that was someone who was a friend and who had taken time to prove themselves. Camie…she just sort of somehow walked past with that smile, her slang and a few words.

 He had even dressed up a bit for it, he told himself the reason was mostly pragmatic. He didn’t want her complaining or needling him about how he looked. Though she might do it anyway if she saw he had dressed up. He sighed, he wasn’t even sure why he cared. He turned at the sound of music and noticed Camie, she wasn’t in the uniform from Shiketsu which was both a bit of a relief but in other ways not. Her uniform hugged her curves and was definitely a bit distracting but it was also a uniform. She wasn’t wearing it to get anyones attention.

 He looked at her now, her hair framed her face in a red-gold halo. Her top was eye catching, she had a black blouse that managed to hug her body but it actually managed to look more cute than trashy. She was doing a good job of showing off, and she kept her gaze on him and gave a smile. It was almost enough to get him drawn in, but then she opened her mouth.

 “Hey fam, you totes look good today. Clothes lit, super stylish. Figured you’d either be trying to be as bad as possible or heavy punk. You look good like this, like I said, bitchin’ bachelor totes chick magnet with some work.” He understood what she said but really wished he didn’t.  He gave her a glare but it broke fairly quickly, It wasn’t even the smile that she had it was just…something in her expression and posture said that she wouldn’t notice or care about his irritated glare. She noticed it, but she seemed to move past it, instead putting her hand on his arm “Happy AF you decided to come here, wasn’t sure if you would.”

 He looked at her again and realized that he was starting to figure out the reason that he was here, that he wasn’t leaving now or snapping at her. There was something in her, in the way she spoke, the way she looked at him, and it made him angry and it also made him curious. She understood him. Or at least she seemed to have some idea of what made him tick and that both intrigued and irritated him. They barely knew each other, but she had managed to get under his skin and also seemed to be able to pick up on things about him.

 That bothered him, he hated the idea of being predictable, hated that someone could seemingly read him easily. Kirishima understood him but that was different, they’d been through a lot together and it had taken time. Part of him admired it, she was apparently good at picking up on things with people or, as he feared he was fairly easy to figure out. As they sat down he gave her an odd look one that mixed appreciation and that same annoyance, she had picked a place he hadn’t heard of but when he looked the menu over he realized their standard fare was spicy. It was a fusion place trying to mix Japanese with Liberian with a heavy emphasis on the power of the heat.

 He put in an order and looked at her, she had been fairly quiet but she still had that odd smile, she didn’t even seem smug just…happy. He wanted at least a few answers and he forced himself to reduce the aggression in the questions. If he was that easy to read that was actually a genuine concern, enough that he needed to actually get a proper answer. “Utushime, why did you want to come here?” It wasn’t exactly a subtle question but he wasn’t in the mood for trying to dance around on this.

 For her part she just smiled, “Well honestly I just really wanted to try it. That and I heard you were totes into spicy and I figured that you’d want to prove how well you could handle the heat.” She made the last part sound like a bit of a challenge. He almost felt indignant, of course he could handle anything here and he would be doing it to prove it to enjoy it not to show off for her. Even as he thought it he considered ever person who said they did something because they wanted to when they were clearly doing it for another person. It wasn’t quite the same but…the fact that she seemed to want to see his stamina for spice was actually weirdly flattering.

 He forced himself to interact, he wasn’t disinterested in her but this was still sort of unfamilar ground.  He wasn’t someone who was very social but he wanted to know more about her, just to make sure that he wasn’t at a disadvantage in this. Only for that. “What are you going to get then? You don’t seem like you’re here for spicy so what was calling to you from here?” It wasn’t exactly a great source of intel but small talk at least helpe da bit and he could work his way into figuring out how she got as much information as she did.

 She gave him a sly smile. “Bakugo why think I got some kinda plan, sounds a little cray if you ask me. I might just be here for the company.” She stretched her arms out, continuing. “Maybe I just like hangin with a cute bachelor somewhere that I can show him off. Or maybe I like being shown off. Who knows, mysterious AF right?”

 His eye twitched slightly but he also had to fight back a laugh. “Fine, how about this then, why call me, why not Icyhot?”

 She shrugged nonchalantly, “Hmm, oh Todoroki? For one thing he seems way too stoic.” She flashed a mini illusion of him on the table, with his same resting expression for ‘happy, sad, indiffierent, excited, curious, and thinking.’ Bakugo looked at it and actually grabbed his face to keep from laughing. He looked at her again, and this time actually looked at her. She was definitely good at reading people, even kinda clever at it. Now he just had to figure out if the netspeak slightly ditzy thing was a persona she cultivated or if that was really her.

 She continued, “Also unlike you, he doesn’t get what’s funny. Happy AF to have someone around that gets it.” She let out a mock put-upon sigh. “’Sides other reason I didn’t grab him is that I don’t go for bishi bois,”

 Bakugo blinked, he could swear he actually heard how she spelled it when she said it. As if a gear switched in his mind he spoke before considering, “So how much of all of this is an act?”

 That seemed to make Camie freeze for a moment, whether in confusion or concern he wasn’t sure. “An act? We goin’ back to the whole cray paranoid thing?” She almost seemed to lay it on thicker but Bakugo wasn’t going to let her evade this.

 “You act and talk like a bit of a ditz and like you see yourself as one, fine. But you’re good at reading people, damn good at it. Everything you’ve said to me is a compliment or goading me to do something, probably what you want me to. Plus you…you fucking know me. You know what buttons to push and what words to say and we barely know each other so either I’m too fucking predictable or you’ve got some talent.”

 Camies expression changed a bit, almost unreadable. “First off, rude AF to call me a ditz, k? Second I’m not some crazy mastermind manipulator. You aren’t some major enigma either. Sports festival, classic type A. Has to be the top, has to win, but you go a couple steps past. You can’t just win you have to prove you won.” She put up a hand as if to forestall any speaking from him. “Prove to you. Honestly for a guy who’s pretty hot and has some mayj talent you’re saty AF if that ego gets poked.” She looked a bit irked but she continued.

 “So, you like proving yourself. I know you like spicy stuff because I called Todoroki and he said you totes chug hotsauce. Even if I didn’t hear it you totes like showing off how tough you are and heat is usually how guys do that. Finally fam, you’re so focused on being a hero that you barely pay attention anything else. I tried to look good for you and you barely noticed half the time you seem to stare off into space. You calling me a ditz after that making me feel salty AF about it.”

He looked a bit more pissed now, he knew she was calling him out, he scowled but kept from getting more pissed at her. He could see why she’d be annoyed but he met her gaze, “You think I didn’t notice you look good? Fucks sake of course you do. The ‘look’ is because I’m trying to figure out how someone who barely spent any time with me knows me so well. Even if you got some shit from icyhot it’s nowhere near enough. So I’ve been trying to figure you out.”

 She looked annoyed, “If you’re only here to figure me out then maybe I should just go..”

 He put his hands on the table looking pissed, “If you think the only reason I’m here is because of how you look you apparently didn’t know me fucking at all. Like I said you look damn fucking good but if that was it I wouldn’t bother coming out.”

 She froze for a moment, “Then why?”

 He sighed, “Because of what you said and how you said it. Don’t get pissed because what you said and did worked, it got me here and it got me thinking about you. I appreciate that a hell of a lot more than I appreciate curves…even yours.” His face looked a little darker as she said it but he figured she wanted the compliment.

 She looked at him again as if assessing, “Heh, well fam guess I was right the first time, you get out of your way you’re totes a good catch. Maybe even one I’d want to grab.”

 He bit back some initial annoyance almost snapping at her that he didn’t want to be fucking caught, especially by her. Then something clicked, everything she had done up to this point, the location the reason for coming out here, all of it was for her to basically make him feel comfortable. She was trying to look at how he’d be in a place where he felt the best in this. He eyed her again and there was a wary respect there.

 He wasn’t sure if she had intended for him to realize it and if so wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or pissed at how well she directed his train of thought. But either way she was good. Then again it also made sense, a bit part of an illusion is showing someone what they wanted or needed to see. And part of that meant reading the person to figure it out. He sighed and looked at her, a growl still in his voice but the venom mostly gone, “So..once we finish here where do you want to go? You came here for me so I guess it’s only fair I go somewhere for you too.”

 Camie gave a small smile, looking like a well fed predator, yeah she probably had wanted it to go about like it had. Bakugo was starting to realize that maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, especially when he saw that smile.

[queen-shade]

I Got the Rank Part 2 (Jared Kleinman x Reader SMUT)

Warnings: smutty af again, cursing A/N: Here is part 2 for the anon that requested it! This was my first time writing full on smut, so I hope you like it! Don't be shy to request something! I will literally write anything! __________________________________________________ The next day was awkward as hell. You were sitting across from him with your other friends around you at lunch. You and Jared were mostly silent, which sent a huge question mark to your friend group. You two are usually the ones who don’t shut up. Zoe turned to you. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve barely said a word this entire time.” “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.” Connor had also noticed that you were unusually quiet. “Thinking about what?” You looked at Connor then at Jared who stared back. “Just… stuff. It’s not a big deal. Just continue with your conversation, please.” Connor saw that. He saw the look you gave Jared just now and now he knows that something happened yesterday. He decided to leave it alone for right now. __________________________________________________ You were driving over to the Murphy’s because they decided to have a little get together with your group of friends. When you got out, Alana and Zoe came out and practically dragged you to Zoe’s room. “Guys, what the hell?” “What happened yesterday between you and Jared?” “Nothing, Zo. I already told all of you that I’m fine.” “(Y/N), you were being quiet and distant all day.” “Look, it doesn’t matter. I just came here because I want to have a good time, okay?” “No, if there is even a small riff between you and somebody else, ESPECIALLY if that person is Jared, then our whole friend group is doomed to fall apart. You and Jared have to talk out whatever’s bothering you.” “First of all, when was the last time you saw Jared Kleinman talk about his feelings? Second, it’s not a big deal, okay? We just… did stuff.” Alana sat down on the bed next to you. “Stuff?” You nervously looked at the two of them and stared at the floor. Alana tried again. “(Y/N), what stuff did you do?” You visibly cringed at what their reaction might be when you told them. You took a deep breath and stared at the Zoe. “I may have… sucked his dick to prove a point.” The two girls squealed and tackled you. You laughed at them because this was not what you were expecting. Zoe said, “I can’t believe you did that! Who knew you were actually capable of doing something that wasn’t for a grade.” “Funny, that’s kinda what Jared said. That’s sort of the whole reason why it happened.” While you three were talking in Zoe’s room, little did you know that Evan and Connor were giving Jared a talk of their own. Jared had just finished explaining what happened. “And now, I feel like a dick head who isn’t repaying her back and she’s still leaving me on the fence about getting together.” Connor was throwing up a baseball and catching it. “We all know that you’ve liked her for a long time, just tell her.” “I did… sort of.” “Well, make sure she KNOWS that you want to be with her for her.” “Of course I want to be with her for her. Why would that even be in question?” Connor gave him a look like he was stupid. “Let’s see. She sucks your dick and all of the sudden you want to get together? You gotta make sure she knows.” “God. Fine, I will. Can we stop talking about this now? I feel at least 2% gayer than I did when I walked in here.” After the talks, you all sat in the living room drinking the champagne the Murphy’s left behind. With all that happened yesterday, you needed a drink. Having done this many times before, you knew your limit. However, Jared may not. He was straight up looney bin central after his fourth glass. He was hanging all over everyone and quite frankly, annoying the shit out of Connor. You and Evan laughed when he passed out in Connor’s lap and Connor shoved him to the floor. You got up and picked him up with the best of your ability, letting him lean on you. “Okay, he’s way too drunk to drive. I’ll take care of him.” “I’m sure you will.” You glared at Zoe who was nonchalantly sipping her drink. Evan and Connor hid their smiles as best as they could. “So, you all know. Fantastic.” “We aren’t gonna let anything come in between you guys. Especially not when you two obviously have feelings for each other.” You understood Zoe’s concern, but for some reason it was starting a fire in the pit in your stomach. What if you find out that the only reason Jared wants to be with you is because of your body? You wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of pain. Not when you’ve liked him for so long and he probably will never reciprocate the feelings. “I’ll see you guys at school.” They all waved goodbye as you struggled getting Jared into your backseat. You drove him home and let him flop onto his bed. You put two pills and a glass of water on his bedside table as he was just murmuring to himself. You helped him get under the covers and tucked him in. “Heyyy.” “Hi Jared.” “H-how come I didn’t knnnooowww t-that a pretty girl w-was putting me into bed?” “Get some sleep.” “W-wait, I gotta t-tell yyyyoooouuuu something.” “What?” You leaned close to him when he motioned you to. You had seen this kind of thing in movies where one of the characters is super drunk and they accidentally make a huge love confession. Sadly, that is not what you got. What you got was Jared passing out immediately. Just your luck. You got up and drove over to your house. You were most definitely going to check on him tomorrow morning. His parents were out of town for the weekend, so he won’t get caught. With being hungover. You just wanted to go over there to make sure he didn’t need anything. Sure, you were pining for the guy, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about his well-being. __________________________________________________ You knocked on the door and a groggy Jared opened it. He hadn’t put on his glasses yet, his eyes had bags underneath them, and he had a serious case of bedhead. It was really cute. “What?” “Good morning to you too. Is this how you treat all the people who take care of you after your drunken adventures?” “Can you please stop yelling?” You smirked and talked a bit louder. “YOU MEAN LIKE THIS!?” He put his hands on his head and groaned. “I actually hate you.” “Sure you do. Now sit down, I’ll make you breakfast. Did you take the pills I gave you?” “Yeah. They don’t help.” “You gotta give them a minute, Jared.” He was fiddling with his glass of water and just watched you work your way around HIS kitchen. It was really domestic and he actually kind of liked it.? He always admired how well you took care of yourself and others. Even if the ‘others’ had made a dumb mistake by getting drunk the night before. Jared might actually go insane with your low cut shirt and black skinny jeans that hugged your hips and ass just right. You had basically been cleaning his entire house, much to his disapproval. “You know, you don’t have to clean? I’m supposed to do it.” “You and I both know that you suck at cleaning and would do the bare minimum. Besides, I like cleaning and helping your parents.” “You really like making me feel like an ass, don’t you?” You were bent over trying to pick something off the floor, giving him the best view he had ever seen. He took another sip of his water and tried looking at whatever was on the tv and tried not to get a boner. It didn’t help that your shampoo smelled like heaven to him. Ever since you had done… you know, he was starting to see you in a different light. Everything you did drove him crazy. He always had a tiny crush on you, but that tiny crush was expanding by the hour and he wasn’t sure on how to go about it. He wanted to feel your lips against his. He wanted to keep running his hands through your hair. He wanted to go on dates and bring you flowers and all that other cliché gay shit that you see in the movies. He wanted to make you feel special and to spoil you. He never intended on you doing what you did, but he’s glad it happened. It made him realize just how helplessly in love with you he actually was. After you had just finished cleaning and giving him one hell of a show, he had decided that he needed to let you know now. He sat his glass on the side table and walked over to you. You had just put the vacuum cleaner away and turned around. He put his hands on your hips and brought you closer. You were surprised and before you could say anything, he said, “Please don’t hate me for doing this.” He kissed you. Hard. Your lips were so soft against his. He wanted more. He needed more. But he restrained himself and pulled away. You stood there, not knowing how to respond. He looked you in the eyes, trying to find any sign for him to continue, he found none. You desperately wanted to kiss him again, but you steeled yourself. You needed to know if he wanted you for you or for your body. “What was that for?” “(Y/N), I’m crazy for you. Seriously, you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me all morning.” “Jared… we can’t.” “Why not? No one is here except for us.” “I want to, but…” You trailed off and faced away from him. He didn’t understand. You just said you wanted to, so what was the issue? “Do you want me for me?” “Of cour-” “I mean it, Jared. Do you want me for me? I can only go through with this if you tell me the truth. I need to know if you’re only doing this because you want sex or if you want me.” Jared rubbed the back of his neck. “Both? Listen, (Y/N), I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Thursday. I don’t know, but seeing you do that, it gave me a completely different view of you. I know it seems like I just want you because you gave me a blowjob, but please let me show you that I want more than just that. Let me spoil you, (Y/N).” You thought about what he said. Could he really feel the same way? You were unsure, but you couldn't deny how bad you wanted him. You decided ‘fuck it’ was the best solution and crashed your lips onto his. He deepened the kiss and grabbed your ass. He lifted you up and laid you down on the couch and hovered over you. He began kissing his way down to your neck, determined to find your sweet spot. You moaned into his ear and he bit down on the spot. God you drove him mad. You gasped when he lifted from your neck and rested his forehead against yours. You giggled. “You definitely left a mark.” “Now we can match.” His hands were now at the hem of your shirt. “We can stop any time you want.” “I don't want to stop.” He felt all along your torso and soon found your breasts. You lifted up to take your shirt off and threw it on the floor. He reached behind your back and unhooked your bra with no effort at all. He tossed it with your other clothes. “Wow, how did you do that? I can't even do it that well.” “I have no idea.” He kissed you again as you chuckled and grabbed your breasts. He kneaded them in his palms. You moaned into his mouth when he pinched your nipple. You arched your back into him and pressed your body against his. He smiled against your lips and grinded into you. You moaned again and started to breathe heavily. “Jared, how many times have you done this?” “This is the first time.” “You're surprisingly good at this.” “Well, porn is a good learning method.” He licked your nipple and pinched the other one. You couldn't help but watch him. He was so attractive when he was dominant. You liked the fact that he could make you feel this way and he doesn't have to try. He looked up and made eye contact with you while he was sucking on your breast. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. “Don't look at me like that. I might lose all self control.” You looked back down and he stared up at you again, causing you to run your hands through his hair. Fuck he was really cute and in this moment, he was all yours. His hands shifted behind you and tugged you close to his body. His lips were red and swollen and his hair was a mess. He was breathing hard against your shoulder. He began kissing your neck again and listened to your moans, making him even harder. You reached down to stroke him through his boxers. Jared had never actually put on pants this morning. Thank God for that. He stopped your hand by grabbing your wrist and looking at you. “(Y/N), let me repay you. This is about you.” “Jared, you don't have to, I'm perfectly f-” He cut you off by kissing you and and tugging your jeans open. You shimmied them off with your underwear. You were now completely bare under him. You were really glad his parents weren't home. He began feeling your thighs and the lower part of your stomach. You were so wet, you were sure he could feel it against his thigh. He got close to your center but would shy away from it, teasing you. “Jared, please touch me.” He smiled against your lips as he gave you another kiss. He lifted off of you and got in front of the couch, bringing your legs with him. They were closed in front of him and you were shaking with anticipation. He kissed your knees and calves. “We can stop if you're too nervous.” “I'm fine. Please keep going for the love of god.” He chuckled and set both hands on your legs. He spread them apart and gazed at your entrance. You didn't know someone could look so hot doing that. Jared began kissing your thighs, but you were starting to get impatient. You needed his tongue on you now. He began licking your clit in small circles and you have never felt so overcome with pleasure before. You leaned back against the couch and ran your hands through his hair. “You’re so wet, (Y/N). You're seriously driving me crazy.” “You think I'm driving you crazy? Try being in my position.” “I was two days ago.” You lightly smacked his shoulder, causing him to hum against your clit. That made you moan and writhe underneath him. He inserted a finger into you and threw your head back. “Oh my god, Jared, don't stop.” His other hand reached up and pinched your nipple. He was doing anything he could to keep you in your euphoria. You were moaning his name and it sent electric shocks straight to his cock. He couldn't believe he was making you feel this good. He inserted another finger and sped up his movements. His tongue moved up and down your clit faster and he made sure to really flick it every time. You were getting so close. Your legs began moving and arching and that only encouraged him. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He plunged it deep into you and and you cried out. Now his fingers were on your clit, rubbing it as fast as he could. He even began to pinch your nipple a little bit harder. Just then, your phone vibrated next to you. You glanced at the screen and saw that Evan was calling you. Now? You looked to Jared who momentarily stopped. “Answer it.” “Are you crazy? I was just about t-” “Just answer it.” You swiped the green call button across the screen. When you opened your mouth to answer, Jared inserted two fingers into you. “Hey EvAN.” You squeezed your eyes closed, trying not to moan. You glared at Jared who was going to town on your clit. You were definitely breathing hard into the receiver. Hopefully Evan will ignore it. Evan was talking to you about the homework for your English assignment and you, honestly, couldn't care less at the moment. He was freaking out because he had not started it yet. “Evan… p-please st-ah-op freaking ah-out. You still h-have all day t-today and tomorrow.” You gripped Jared’s hair, making moan against your pussy. You let out an involuntary moan. “Uh, (Y/N), what was that?” “N-nothing! I'm just exercising. I think I just pulled a muscle.” Just then you heard laughing coming from his side of the call. You could hear Connor’s voice. “Yeah, exercising, sure. Are you with Kleinman right now?” Jared pinched your nipple again and you hung up the phone. You moaned his name. “I hate you.” “Sure you do.” “Jared, please make me cum. I need to cum.” He did as you asked and just like that, he kicked himself to hyper speed mode. He added three fingers into you and thrusted them as fast as he could. He sucked on your clit repeatedly and played with your nipple. You couldn't stop moaning. You were getting so close, you could feel the burn in the pit of your stomach. Just when you thought he had been giving you his all, his tongue somehow seemed to move faster and applied more pressure. “Oh my fucking god, Jared. You're gonna make me cum!” He kept thrusting his fingers inside of you. They were so deep and felt so good. You wondered how his cock would feel. “Jared! Jared! I'm cumming!” He licked your clit and kept moving his fingers as you tipped over the edge in ecstasy. You had to push his hands out of you once your orgasm washed away. He sat up and looked at you with a smile. You lazily smiled back. “More.” “What?” “I need more.” “That was fast.” You needed to know how he felt inside of you and you weren't just talking his tongue or fingers. You needed him now. You weren't sure how much longer you would last. Even if you and Jared don't get together, at least you would lose your virginity to someone you trusted. “Jared, I want you inside of me.” “Are you sure?” “I've never been more sure in my life. Please, I need you.” You had laid back against the couch and spread yourself in front of him. You saw his pupils dilate and his tongue dart out to lick his lips. You began touching yourself and moaned his name. He palmed himself through his boxers as he watched you. You went to lift up his shirt when he gazed down at the floor. “What's wrong?” “I'm not… I'm not really that fit.” This had been the first time, Jared ever showed any sign of insecurity around you. You cupped his cheeks as you kissed him. You moved one of your hands to palm him. “Jared, I want you. All of you. I care more about what's on the inside rather than the outside. Now, come over here and fuck me.” “I have never been one to deny a lady.” He kissed you and took off his shirt. You ran your hands up and down his torso and felt his soft skin under your fingertips. You took off his boxers as he circled your clit with his finger. “You see what you do to me? That was all you.” He grinned as he kissed you more passionately. Your bodies were moving against each other. “Wait. I don't have protection.” “I'm on the pill.” “Fuck, so does that mean…” “I want you to cum inside of me.” He moaned into your neck as he rubbed his hard length through your folds. He kissed you as slipped inside of you, stretching you around him. He stayed still, hoping that he wasn't hurting you. You relaxed when he laced your fingers with his and gave you a cute smile. You let out a shaky breath and moved your hips. He took that as his cue to start thrusting. His cock felt so nice moving in out of you. You moaned with each thrust. He started sucking on your nipple and thrusted faster. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge already. He was so big and filled you. “Faster!” He thrusted into you faster. In fact, his hips were slamming against yours. The sounds and the feelings were about to send you over the edge. He thrusted even faster and you screamed out his name. He kissed you until you calmed down. He watched as the wave of pleasure over you. He flipped you so that he was sitting underneath you and you were on top. You sunk down on him and began moving your hips. He wanted to watch you bounce on his cock. You rested your hands on his knees and leaned back. He watched his cock slip in and out of your pussy and moaned. He couldn’t take much more and grabbed your hips. He began thrusting up into you, making you scream. He was thrusting at lighting speed and began fingering your clit with his thumb. “Fuck, Jared! Don't stop!” He turned you around on his cock so you could lean back against him. His arm reached around to keep fingering your clit. His began whispering in your ear, “I love it when you bounce on my cock like that. Fuck. You wanna cum for me, don't you?” All you could do was stare him and nod your head. You loved his dirty talking. It made you get closer and closer to orgasm. “You like it when I fuck you like this? Hmm? You can't take much more, can you?” “Jared, I wanna cum on your cock.” And just like that, he thrusted into you so hard and fast, you had no control over your body. You were moaning like crazy and that only encouraged him. He fingered you as fast as he could and you could feel the pressure start to increase. “I'm so close! I'm gonna cum again!” “Cum for me, (Y/N).” His voice was deep and breathy and it sent you right to orgasm. You could feel his thrusting speed up and his cock began twitching inside of you. His hand that was fingering you came up to your jaw and applied pressure. He forced you to look at him. “I'm gonna cum for you. Fuck fuck fuck!” You felt him tense up inside of you. His moans and the his load spilling inside of you sent you into utter ecstasy. You kissed his cheek as his hand fell from your face. He was breathing hard. Now it was his turn to give you a lazy smile. You sat there on his lap, trying to catch your breath. You reached for your clothes and began dressing. When you bent over, Jared slapped your ass, leaving a red mark. “Wanted to do that since this morning.” You smiled at him. After you both had your clothes on, you went into his kitchen made two sandwiches for the both of you. Once you sat down, he popped in a movie and cuddled up next to you. The movie was extremely boring, but you tried to follow along anyways. Jared, however, was not interested in it at all. He had been staring at you since he finished his sandwich. “You're really cute, you know that?” You didn't respond. “Are we not going to talk about this?” You shrugged. “There's nothing to talk about.” “C’mon, (Y/N), I know you felt what I did.” “I don't know what you're talking about.” “Why are you beating around the bush about this?” “Because I don't want to get hurt! Jared, I like you a lot! Way more than a friend should and you were talking about how you saw me in a different light right after I gave you a blowjob. And I… I won't be able to live with dating you if you just want sex.” “I told you I wanted to spoil you. I gave you my all because I wanted to never forget that this happened. After you blew me, all the little things you do for me drive me crazy. Like you taking care of me after getting drunk or you cooking me food. (Y/N), I want to be with you. I want to go on fun dates with you and make you laugh. I want to be able to fuck you whenever I want and make you feel good. I want nothing more than to be the reason you wake up with a smile on your face. I mean that. I am utterly and helplessly in love with you.” “I'm in love with you too.” You two sat there making out for the longest time. It was now dark outside and your parents would probably be freaking out that you weren't home. Your phone buzzed again, making Jared groan. It was Evan again. You swiped to answer it. “Hello?” You heard Connor’s voice on the receiver again. “Are you and Kleinman done fucking yet?” You heard your friends laughter and it slightly irritated you. Jared smirked at you and pushed you back down on the couch. He began kissing your neck, making you laugh. “Actually, we were just about to start up again.” You moaned very loudly into the phone. “Ooh god! Jared, fuck me! Yes!” Your friends screamed on the other side of the call and hung up. You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone onto the floor, giggling. Jared didn't stop kissing your neck. He looked up at you. “I'm ready to go again if you are.” “My parents…” “They'll be fine. Besides, I think getting someone else to get you off is a lot better than having to do it by yourself.” “You make a valid point. Do your worst.” And that night was indeed filled with many laughs and many orgasms. And the next day was filled with many death glares from your friends for scarring them, but you didn't care as long as Jared was by your side enduring the glares too.