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preciousbarnes · 1 year

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sex pollen au?? like maybe on a mission with the avengers he gets drugged by someone trying to incapacitate him? and since he has heightened senses its even worse for him? pls with sugar on top?

oooo ur speakin my language anon

content warning: smutty smut smut, dubious consent due to the nature of sex pollen au's but efforts were made to make this as consensual as possible, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), aged-up!Peter (think 21 or 22),

this is filthy i am sorry i am going to hell

You were waiting in the avengers compound for everyone to return from the mission. You had reluctantly sat this one out, due to a concussion you were still recovering from that was the result of the last mission you took part in. Peter had kissed you gently on the cheek before boarding the jet, promising to return soon and in one piece.

When they all returned, your blood ran cold as all the other avengers walked into the common area except Peter. Immediately you jumped to questioning.

Where is he? How bad is it? Please tell me he made it? Please dont tell me he's gone.

"He's in containment, it's not safe to be around him, especially for you" Captain informed you sternly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What happened?" You ask, pleading for someone to just tell you what had happened.

At this, Tony stepped forward, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder to get him to stand down and relax with the sternness.

"It's only right we tell her. They are in an established relationship. I'd want to know if it was Pep." Tony told the soldier before addressing you.

An intense aerosol aphrodisiac they called it. Steve and Tony had been there when Peter had been sprayed. Tony's suit protected him from the spray and Steve's heightened metabolism burned through it quickly so he had very minimal side effects from being in contact with the substance.

Peter's heightened senses didn't make him so lucky. It just intensified matters. He could barely stand, could barely catch his breath, his stomach tense like a stretched rubber band with no release in sight, his cock hard and swollen, with no way to satisfy himself. They told you it was so bad that he begged them to knock him out, drug him, do something to make it stop. They couldnt though, not until FRIDAY finished running diagnostics on the sample of the aphrodisiac. As much as Tony wanted to help his young mentee, he refused to do anything that could possibly harm him, like administering other drugs without knowing how they may interact with the unknown substance.

Take me to him now. You ordered without second thought. The idea of him suffering broke your heart, but you were not prepared for the site of him in the airtight, reinforced quarantine cabin he was isolated in. Tony had turned off the one way glass effect on the window, so Peter could see you and you could see him. Tony quickly instructed you on how to enter the compound if you both decided you would, and turned to leave, having FRIDAY lock down the floor once again as he left.

"Peter?" You called through the intercom. He hadn't even known you were there, until you callled. His eyes shot up to where there was once a large mirror, now just glass he could look through and see you standing out in the hall, reinforced hulk-proof glass standing between you both.

"Baby," he groaned, body slick with sweat. He had gotten out of his suit which lay in a heap of red and blue in the corner of the room, kicked aside. He was just in a pair of black boxers, straining at the front from his hard on that was very prominently standing at attention, twitching from time to time. His abs were clenched, his chest heaving with each breath. His muscles in his arms were bulging, veins in his arm more prominent that usual and his hands clenched the bed sheets beneath him as he withered in both pain and pleasure.

He took a couple deep breaths, turning from you and clenching his eyes shut. "Baby, get out of here, I can't control myself," he groans out.

"Peter, please, let me come in. I want to help, you're in so much pain, let me fix it, let me help get it out of your system," You plead with him.

"Sweetheart, you deserve- ah fuck- you deserve better," He says headily.

This confuses you, making you cock your head as you ask him what he means.

"I- I, fuck babygirl," he's cut off with a moan, hand moving down to grasp himself through his boxers.

"I cant give you slow and sensual like usual, not like this, and I refuse to hurt you," He sighs out, once again clenching his eyes shut. a whimper coming up and out of his throat.

You swallow, taking him in. He's still your Peter. And yes, he is always so gentle with you but you'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge how wet you felt at the prospect of him just having his wicked way with you.

"Peter, babe, look at me," You call, placing your hand near the unlock button, not pressing it yet.

Reluctantly, he looks up and meets your eyes. Looking at you sends heat and want through his veins and it takes everything in him to not launch himself at the damn glass and reinforced door keeping you from him.

"Maybe, I want something other than slow and sensual? What I'm trying to say, I love you, you are in pain, and I want to help. I am consenting, and you won't hurt me. Even with any drug on the planet or in the universe, I know you'd never hurt me. All you have to do is say yes if you want me to help. It's your choice, honey. If you don't want that, that's okay. Just say what you want." You tell him, looking him directly in the eyes so he knows that you mean what you say.

After a second he nods, "yeah, fuck, if you want this I want it too, please get in here," He begs.

Your hand finds the unlock button, and Peter is up and pulling your body into his the second the door slides open, pulling you to the bed as the door latches and locks back into place.

His hands are everywhere, roaming and gripping and caressing as you both work to strip off the clothes you were in. As gently as he can in his frenzied state, he leans you back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist.

One of his fingers drifts down between your folds, feeling the wetness and throbbing of your folds and clit.

"Are you ready sweetheart? God, look how wet you are for me. Gonna eat you out later, have you squirming all over the bed like I have been for you for the last hour," He says, voice sounding more intoxicating than anything you've ever heard.

"Please," is all you have to say before he's pushing into you, his throbbing cock finally getting some relief from your tight and velvety walls.

His head drops down to rest on your neck as he groans, his arms and legs shaking in the pleasure of feeling you. He pants between kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving little love bites.

"Can I- fuck, baby I gotta move, please," he pleads, overwhelmed by the lust coursing through his veins. You're as close as possible, but not close enough at the same time.

You nod your head breathlessly and he begins to thrust in earnest, each one jolting your body. You let out a moan as his tip brushes that oh-so-perfect spot in you, your stomach already in knots from the pleasure. Your fingernails rake down his back as he aims for that same spot as he continues, making you see stars. You begin to sporadically clench around him as your high gets closer and closer, earning a heady groan from him.

His thrusts speed up slightly, going deeper and harder as he pants into your neck, groaning again as you moan and clench down on him. He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, quickly bringing you over the end with a cry as you clench again tightly around him and grip his broad shoulders in pleasure.

Feeling you let go around him is what brings him finally over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fills you up as you feel him pulse inside you. After a few moments and deep breaths from you both, he pulls out and rolls you both to your side, holding you against him; the fire in his veins temporarily sated.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, searching your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile and grab his hand, kissing his knuckles.

“I’m perfect. How long until the next round?” You ask, earning a cheeky grin from him as he climbs on top of you once again.

WOOO BUDDY THAT WAS SPICY

#peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker blurb #peter parker #asks are always appreciated #preciousbarnes blurbs #smut

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transingthoseformers · 6 months

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Now, I kind of want a post-war IDW SG Megatron trying to help redeem Corruption Arc Rodimus on his cross space journey s

When he finds him abandoned and not realizing the war ends until Megatron finds him, who was Optimus's Special Boy. I can't see Optimus letting himself survive the war and would likely rather die or take Megatron with him. He'd probably fulfill more of a Zeta role or die before he'd let competition happen.

Rodimus being a semi-Tarn figure and tells Tarn to kill him when he realizes Optimus really isn't coming back for him but Megatron refuses and takes Rodimus and his misfits on a cross-universe trip and they bond about both of them not having a place left on Cybertron.

Meanwhile, StarWave is trying to make some functional triumvirate situation with Bumblebee (who Starscream is vouching for and went Decepticon at end of the war and is having issues adjusting), Wheeljack/Ratchet (who have a collection of neutrals), and Prowl (who definitely turned traitor on Optimus and wooed himself the remaining Autobots).

Exactly

OWO on SG Rodimus entering the picture, Mr Mr "I sharpie on facial hair so I look older". We thought baseline Megs and Roddie had a somewhat turbulent dynamic, dear fuck is it gonna be worse.

I too get the vibe that in this universe SG Optimus dies somehow, maybe he'll do as Optimi tend to do and die in a big sacrificial thing (well I mean this time he's not sacrificing himself for the greater good, maybe this time SG Optimus is given a million and ten chances to stand down and he just. Refuses. Outright says "As long as my ember burns, this war will rage on", and. Well. He was right, even as the fighting stopped. I don't know how any of that happens though.) This may or may not possibly me me suggesting he gets somehow revived later on. Perhaps. Perhapsss

Oooo on SG Rodimus here functioning a lot like baseline Tarn because yeah

I can totally see that

Megs: I can fix him I swear

Tarn: I have my doubts, but it's worth a shot

WAIT

Do you believe in the concept of medic!SG Tarn because I see the opportunity for him having a similar role to that here on the ship

Oooo on Star vouching for SG Bee, oh how sg Prowl is going to be trouble. So so much trouble. I do feel like the interactions with SG Ratchet and Wheeljack are going to be interesting, especially considering just. Half of the shit going on there that has nothing to do with SG Optimus

#maccadam #transformers #transformers shattered glass #transformers idw #sg rodimus #sg Megatron #sg starscream #sg ratchet #sg soundwave #sg Wheeljack #sg tarn #sg bumblebee #sg prowl #who's gonna make things so much harder #sg lost light

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lotus-duckies · 2 years

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flavors of neurodivergance, MLP edition (includes EQG and Pony Life things)

Twilight: (1) special interest but falls in love with everything adjacent to it, loner type but then got Friends, you may touch for (5) seconds unless she says otherwise, loves organizing things and setting up scenes, counts things for no reason, unintentionally rude/blunt, very logical and reasonable, probably didn't smile for photos as a kid cause it's Hard, was probably labeled as Gifted Child and everything was downhill from there, asked the teacher if she could work alone and lowkey broke down when she Had to interact with people, no change please keep everything the same :), takes things literally, comfort items, walks with feet flat on the ground and arms straight, sees the flowers at the base of the mountain but fails to see the mountain, "WAIT NO THAT'S FACTUALLY INCORRECT *cries*", would probably kiss all her friends on the mouth even though people say that's not okay

Applejack: When she starts a task she can't Stop and someone has to physically intervene, (1) special interest and it lowkey rules her life, impulsive, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable And Doesn't Know Why, blunt/honest/unintentionally rude, expressing emotions is Hard TM, empathetic but like. on the inside, probably worked on assignments alone as a kid because she could get it done faster that way, wears (1) article of clothing everywhere, everything needs to be the same or she will Die, can and will fight you, no fashion sense only Practical and Comfortable, reading is Hard TM

Pinkie Pie: No volume or tone control, likes and does things that are considered childish/infantile, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable But Doesn't Know Why, super empathetic, too much energy, no emotional regulation/ mood swings, oooo look at that wait no look at that other thing what were we talking about again? Will Not Shut Up, eats as a stim/craves sugar for Dopamine, exaggeratted facial expressions, SUPER touchy, comfort items, walks on her toes, (1) special interest and she's very hype all of the time, carries around a stuffed animal,

Rainbow Dash: Blunt/Unintentionally rude, vestibular and auditory stimming, visual and auditory sensitivities, can't read social cues or anything that isn't remotely interesting, NO emotional regulation, IMPULSE, stays up til 3 AM cause the bees are too loud, a few different special interests and will not shut up about them, Sits Weird TM, either too much energy or not enough energy, no self preservation! we die like men!, a lack of school smarts/teachers HATE HER!!, very fidgety and restless, walks on the sides of her feet, look at that hey look at that other thing wait what? this hoe clumsy YEET, making weird noises,

Rarity: If I Don't Do This Thing My Family Will Die, oooo shiny, (1) special interest to the point where that's just what people Associate With Her as her Personality, hyperfixation for hours or days and she is in physical pain <3, overexaggerated facial expressions and behaviors, funky grammer syntax, significantly better at masking than her friends, used to walk on her toes now she just wears heels >:D, vERY picky about how clothing feels and that's why she makes her own, pressure and visual stimming, loves wrapping up in the blankies like a nesting bird, poor short term memory, slightly impulsive, "you may touch for five seconds, if your hands are clean"

Fluttershy: No volume control, can't read social cues, v shy and had no friends/had to be adopted by an extrovert, relates more to animals than people, would probably get diagnosed with social anxiety before anything else, auditory sensitivities, seemingly irrational fears of very normal things, intrusive thoughts baby!! and depression tbh, walks slightly crooked and hunched over, raptor arms, (1) special interest and it's a miracle when she manages to socialize without using it, cat: blep fluttershy: blep, special interest Seems normal but it's actually probably weird

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findafight · 9 months

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Ask game; 1, 16, 18, 25. LET’S GOOOOO!

from the choose violence asks

1. the character everyody gets wrong?

so many lol. idk i said this in the last ask but so many people get Nancy wrong. But also people get Robin so incredibly wrong that isometimes I scream. and also s1/pre series steve. what are yall doing to my blorbos?!

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing.

oooo idk. i guess i don't get why there are a fair few fics where steve cheats on his partner?? like personally infidelity fics where the ship i like is the cheater aren't for me BUT I do get where they come from in some fandoms for some characters, and it can be an interesting way to explore character reactions...but STEVE?? One of the first things we learn about him is that his mom doesn't trust his dad and leaves him alone! and then we see him flip hen he thinks nancy may have cheated on him when heir relatinon ship wasn't super official yet! he's incredibly touchy about infidelity and I simply cannot see him finding any pleasure in participating in it. it just don't make sense.

18. Absolutely criminal the fandom's been sleeping on...

uh I already answered this but also. Vickie and steve friendship. I cannot wait until we see them interact they're going to annoy Robin so much i think hehe. (fandom sleeps on vickie a lot tbh)

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of?

"Vickie is just a copy of robin!" tell me you just want an excuse to not like her without telling me... fools and cowards vickie is more like Steve!! just because she rambles around a cute girl she likes and has a shared activity (band)with doesn't mean she's an exact copy of her! my goodness!!!! she broke up with her bf because 1) hated on her fave movie 2) didn't ant to stick around to help their natural disaster stricken town. BI ICON.

#anonasaurus #findaanswers #stranger things #ask meme answer

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ourloveiselectrifying · 2 months

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Hello, I been playing your game on repeat! It's been so fun! Especially unlocking all of the collectibles(?). The little animations and chibis of Kevin are so nice to see! I kinda want to make stickers of chibi him. I really like the person at the beginning and learning about him. I can't wait to learn more about them in the full game.

I am missing the last of gallery, the fifth of locations, the second and the last two of dreams. But I did manage to get all of the death endings so far!

May I have some tips, answers, or hints on these few? I am a bit stumped on finding them. I don't mind not getting the solutions/answers for how to exactly to find them exactly if you aren't comfortable with that. Just a bit of help.

Will all the concept art unlock after unlocking everything before that? I really like it when visual novels show concept art. It's so fun to see!

Also, when releasing the game, will it be by days or all at once?

(Apologies if this was a bit overwhelming! I hope you have a great day or night!)

I'm glad you're enjoying it!!

Oooo stickers! Pls tag me so I can reblog it :3

I can't wait to write more about the dream creature too!

For the last gallery its shows up after specific hobby you choose during the date

For the second dream and fith location you get it from one of the choices after choosing "bring inside" with low sanity

The last two dreams you get after interacting with the dream creature at the start a few times after you've gotten all the endings, if you upset them you might have to reset your game it's like a one chance thing

Not all the concept art will unlock unfortunately sorry because i actually cut one of the routes short for the demo

I havent really decided if it will be all at once or in parts but i definitely want to release big updates if i do it in parts! :3c

#murder sim #murdersim #ourloveiselectrifyinggame #horrorsim #horror sim

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forecast-rain · 6 months

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I was just laying in bed, trying to sleep, when I realized: I could make Noel & Ashe friends in oopsie au.

(this got. auite long. also this turned more into a genral ramble about the au and the period of time dorotht sirius and noel are like, travelling merchants or something. though come to think of it, they're like. 10 at first. they can't exactly... help yet. hm.)

(anyways, aside over, back to ashe & noel)

cause I've been thinking. and the witch's heart rumor would definitely follow dorothy sirius and noel like no matter what they do. esp if something got revealed publically during the Big Confrontation with Nicholas shere Dorothy uses Fiona's heart to make a wish to save noel & sirius somehow.

so therefore, ashe would come looking for them eventually. maybe it was by true coincidence, maybe it was on purpose, but he ran into them somehow and decided to tag along, while ofc investigating them. or smth. and ofc, they somehow bond. and I would need to think this over more carefully but GAH.

also...... ahse & dorothy interactions????? possibly????? hmmmm .. I wonder how extreme the propaganda about dorothy gor in this au cause the massacre never happened... or. actually. wait. nicholas started killing people even before he found out dorothy wasn't in there. would. would the massacre still "happen" except that both nicholas and dorotby make it out slive. oooo that is Inch Resting... would also give a reason for people to keep visiting the mansion... and give claire more to do...

anyways. ashe. would he be scared of dorothy I wonder? what would he think when seeing her? would he be too intimidated to approach...? is that one of the main driving factors behind Dorothy's protection...? or... what if the story of the witch's heart treasure morphed into smth smth it's guarded/to get it you have to defeat the big bad witch and her two apprentices? hmmm...... but also, how do I make their infamy not collide with the fact they're travelling merchants basically... they become madters of disguise?? smth smth dosguise spells??? ...can humans use magic??? I assume it's basis is in writing - the most we saw was magix against demons in-game other than stuff generally related to demons... what was dorothys eork again? generally being a witch? did smth about the area allow her to utilize magic? did people come to her for advice about curses? how would this translate if she were a travelling merchant basically?

...could she tell if someone is cursed? ehat would that mean for when they meet silardo then? .......wilardo gains companioship earlier? but... claire is missing... she's not there...

noel sometimes telling ashe that he reminds him of her... I'd give more examples here but I can't think of any so just sirius noel and dorothy fondly recalling her... even if it was for just sround s month thay she was around...

I think that sirius got mad at noel after claire disappeared... for a couple reasons maybe even. for one, lady dorothy cares about claire greatly. and two, perhaps he cared about her a little himself. so, for a while, things mightve been tense between the two. dorothy sould try to get then to make up of course, but... I don't know how successful she'd be. and... I think this wiuld have very much impacted noel. would he feel as though he had to keep an eye on people 24/7 so they don't suddenly disappear on him? never calm dalm, always be on the lookout? and it's slways his fault if things go wrong? claire wouldnt have let this happen. she would know shat to do. claire claire claire-

goodness. I've rambled wuite a bit, huh? hope it was an enjoyable read though.

#cloud posts #claire oopsie moment au #wh #wh spoilers #maybe #but. thoughts buzzing.

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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I've mentioned this before but your writing style feels so well rounded, even if the character dynamics and character descriptions are what really draw me in everytime. This story has the added bonus of having gorgeous worldbuilding too!

Flashbacks with Niki woven into the story so well timed also add so much to Wilbur's character and feelings and you can really feel the weight she left on him despite not even being here, and how that does make the guilt of leaving her behind all the more painful. I also love your rendition of more morally grey characters like Eret!!

Hmm, I think this is my last general point, but I love your character descriptions and how vivid they are even in the smallest of actions. When you described the big figures of the galaxy you could really tell so much about them from the small amount of interactions we'd seen of them, it adds so much!

Overall I'm in awe of all the glorious worldbuilding and effort you've so clearly put into this and it's so fascinating to read everything and watch the world come to life in my mind's eye. Can't wait for chapter 10!! I'll try to do specific rambles following this. Culture clashes and economy discussions add so so much to the world and it's so beautiful to see it put in like that! It makes me want to dig into the library myself and read forever.

I'd also love to hear more about the worldbuilding process for this world, if you're in the mood! No pressure though <3

Hope you have a wonderful day bee!! Hugs and cookies your way <3

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compliments to my writing style... aaaa you're so sweet i love hearing that my writing is well-rounded. I always try my best to balance character interactions with environmental description and thought process. it's a constant game of balancing the different aspects in specific ways to achieve the atmosphere i want :)

and i'm really glad you're liking the flashbacks with niki!! I definitely felt very bad getting people hyped up thinking she was going to be present throughout the majority of the fic when I knew she was going to be left behind, but I wanted to make sure her presence and character was still firmly there in the narrative. she is a very important character in the story and even if she's not there in the present, i want the flashbacks to make sure the readers can still feel her presence or lack thereof so it's clear just how important she is to wilbur as a character.

describing the leaders was so fun bc i love going ham with the outfits in this au. i had my pinterest board open in another tab and kept checking it for references as I described all their outfits. if i'm writing space royalty i'm going all out with the aesthetics, y'know?? also definitely have fun with all of their tiny interactions with each other to show their dynamics and personalities. really fun way to subtly build character.

oooo worldbuilding process? well, I came up with the idea for this fic back in november of 2021, right after i'd watched the new dune movie for the first time and then had to drive for 3 hours straight the next day. i had nothing to occupy my brain on the drive so i started brainstorming a dune-inspired au and while it was originally just for shits and giggles, after i finished the drive i went and spilled all my brainrot to my friend mabs in our dms bc we often talk about aus to each other. they latched onto it and started coming up with some really great ideas to add to it, and we just kept building it from there. literally so much of my worldbuilding is thanks to her. they came up with the name eldingvegr for tommy and wilbur's planet, it was their idea to make eldingvegr as a whole inspired by old norse culture in terms of language and aesthetic, they came up with the name zephys iv for phil's planet, we worked out phil and techno's backstory together—she literally just deserves so much credit for the story. a huge chunk of the worldbuilding is thanks to the two of us just going back and forth in dms.

outside of brainrotting with mabs, when I got close to finishing world forgetting and realized I could actually write the space royalty au i'd had in my head for months, I started working on other worldbuilding details in my free time. like i'd sit in class and have a notes page open where i just worked out details like culture and fashion for the different planets and things slowly began to fall into place. I remember I was struggling really hard with where to put ranboo and tubbo because I almost always write the two of them as a duo in my aus, but for some reason it just wasn't fitting with what I had in my head. and I remember I was sitting in class not paying attention to a lecture while I stared at my notes page and just thought to myself "what if I separated them?" and boom, I had the idea for ranboo to be on zephys iv and tubbo to be on eldingvegr and it just clicked. so my process is usually a lot of brainstorming different ideas until something clicks. pinterest also helps a ton for things like fashion and aesthetic.

anyway that's a very long answer but thats only scratching the surface of my worldbuilding process lmao, but I hope it was interesting to read about! tysm again for your kind words it really made me smile <333

#snowflake anon #the stars and their children #long post #ask

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appleofthemoon · 1 year

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i will continue calling you apple then! how are you today btw?

see see? you’re so genius but you don’t even realize it! i wouldn’t have been able to think of that one, and other people wouldn’t either. you’re so good at writing and with unique ideas! i understand tho, but you’re trying your best to be there when you can.

oooooo collab! that would be so cool! it’d be so much fun, i wonder what we’d do. i love interacting with you too, i respond when i can too!

ohhh, i see, it’s like the lottery kind of thing! well...i wouldn’t trust it. only if i did the albums thing cuz then at least i’d get a bazillion photo cards, but it’s not lime i’d have the money anyways...

but yeah, we should go together and see them and each other and stuff whoo! but yeah you’re right...they’re really rude with how much promotions they’re doing (but get that bag!!).

oooo, what concepts would you like to expand on? personally, i want boxer! soobin the most for some reason, idk, just my op!

and i'll continue calling you yumi !! or do you prefer yuyu... i think my social battery is low after being outside for almost the whole day 😭 wbu?

mhm, i said i'm the backup in case anyone gets too persistent in making fun of him. i- shhhhhh, that's too much complimenting i will explode i can't take compliments compliments make me ajnaeaebfufbs

mmmm, maybe we could do like a series or or an event or... what about a fic exchange? honestly those are the only ones i can come up with from the top of my head

oh wait !! it's like whichever package you buy is equivalent to which fanmeet pass you get. that's exactly why i was like "okay nice, i get to see enha once i buy the products.. but what if it doesn't work well with my skin?" i didn't really feel like gambling my money and skin on it

just imagine, we'd be brainstorming and having a compliment battle while waiting for our turn and everyone else is looking at us wondering why we're stuck in our world while enha is right there- but that's okay because we're reducing boredom while being productive <333

...yeah actually i think i do tend to show bias to boxer! soobin and human! jungwon the most... oops? i love all the concepts i've done so far, it's hard to really pick the ones i want to expand upon (though i can note that kitsune! ni-ki's one of my most popular concepts-)

#dimension : asks.#sender : sunflwryu.

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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assistance please! | e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.6K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: workplace!au, internship!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: eijirou kirishima loved being an intern, he had great co-workers, had a shot at his dream job, his boss had taken quite liking to him and of course, being the favourite intern had many, many perks.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( kirishima is in his twenties ), power dynamics, sub top!kirishima + power bottom!reader, heavy!praise kink, heavy!miss + mommy kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), oral ( female receiving ), squirting, tummy bulges, cumplay, creampie.

♡ author’s note(s): hihi everyone!! today i present to you my contribution to the bnharem on the job collab! i had a lot of fun playing with different dyanimics in this fic, i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! make sure you chek out the other works from the other amazing creators!! <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“oi! ‘shima! you’re needed in the boss’ office right away, she’s got important business for ya!, wants t’have a word. now.”

eijirou ducks his head politely in a sign of gratitude, thanking his co-worker and superior, keigo— for the heads up. keigo, or better known as hawks around the office ( for his fast speeds in completing work and luring lonely interns into his bed ), was a nice guy— second to the lady in charge and way too chatty. he was a bit of an air head, got the job done when it needed to be but that’s what kirishima was for, the replacement while keigo took his vacation time in the middle of the year like an idiot.

he wasn’t too sure why you kept the blonde around, he supposed it was because he was pretty but eijirou wouldn’t dare question you— he needed this internship if he was going to make it big in the sports news reporting scene. he’d been majoring in sports and healthcare at college, two years away from graduating when the opportunity to work for yn ln, one of the biggest sports journalists in japan had landed right in his lap. of course he was going to take it, of course he was going to do everything he could not to fuck it up.

in the cubicles beside him, the other interns try to muffle their giggles and titters of curious laughter as the red head gathers himself for the meeting.

“oooo, i wonder what you did this time,” kaminari teases from the right, leaning over his side of the cubicle to fiddle with the odd bits on kirishima’s desk. denki kaminari was another person kirishima wondered how the hell he got into the programme, but then again he was pretty to look at and brought a lighter air to boring office days.

“nothing! i’m innocent!” eijirou defends, hands releasing his files to fly up in defence.

the other interns, going by the names of mina ashido, kyouka jirou and hanta sero snicker amongst themselves at the interaction.

“don’t believe it, s’obviously more than nothin’ if you’re always getting called down’ta the boss lady’s office.” bakugou, another intern, grunts out with his nose deep buried in files for upcoming reports. he was a little too rough for the journalism lifestyle but got the job done. his attitude wasn’t for everyone. “they’re probably fuckin’.”

mina giggles and kirishima steps out into the paths between desks. “don’t be such a sourpuss ‘suki, just ‘cause you’re not her favourite.”

a lose ‘shut up’ is huffed, before katsuki turns to face his taller, buffer companion. “just don’t be late, bunch of us are goin’ for lunch later.” he adds and turns back to his paperwork.

“affirmative, catch ya later!”

the group waves the red head off as he heads to the elevator directing him to the main floor— this is where all the higher ups worked. the journey wasn’t unfamiliar to the intern, he wasn’t like the others and had the steps to your office memorised by heart. sometimes it was like walking home, to his comfort and sanctuary away from the stressors of work and the outside world— he knew that was bad, but you were so kind, such a sweet and understanding boss he couldn’t help but develop some level of comfort towards you.

to most, it seemed like eijirou kirishima was just unbelievably close to his boss, that you’d taken him under your wing.

he however, knew what you had, meant more.

a fluttering warmth spreads across the intern’s chest as he approaches the door to your main office and he knocks. behind it lay mountains of secrets upon secrets, things that kirishima knows about you that no one else does. the walls have hidden words, written across them in fonts of passion and admiration and it’s all that he can think about. you’re all that he can think about, and it’s still wrong. there’s a shuffling deep in the room and some flitters of paper here and there before your soft, velveteen voice breaks through the barrier between you. the one thing keeping you apart.

“come in,” you call smoothly and kirishima follows your orders swiftly, if not eagerly, entering the four walls of your office. ruby eyes dart across the room to locate your position and his heart skips a beat when he finds you, body leaning over your dark oak desk, papers scattered across it while you frantically sift through numbers and stocks and nonsense way above the level of a journalism intern. but even amongst the chaos, you’re beautiful— eyes sparkling with productivity, lined in little flecks across the colour of your orbs. the way you dress never fails to steal away eijirou’s breath— a tight fitting leather skirt that hugs your mature curves and a white blouse with the bottoms popped open— just enough for him to get a peek at your cleavage.

the poor intern has to hold himself back from blurring the lines of work and pleasure to shove himself deep into your chest, suck and lick at your plush breasts until he was high off the taste of your skin. but he wouldn’t do that, yet. not without your permission. “oh eiji baby, there you are!” you coo to the red head, bright smile stretching across blood diamond painted lips. you cross the room in three short strides, tall black heels clacking against the smooth white marble until you’re standing in front of and looking up at kirishima. “was starting to think keigo had ditzed like a pretty boy and had forgotten to send you my way, darling.”

eijirou’s cheeks flame at the smoothness in your syrupy voice, like sweet honey to his hears, the pet name striking a familiar heat deep within him. you always had a way with your words— enticing, almost like a siren calling out to him despite the taboo aura that surrounded what you had. whatever it was— he just knew it was more than your typical boss-intern relationship.

“even if he had, ‘m more than happy to be of service to you ma’am,” he responds almost a little too quickly, large hand rubbing the back of his neck and tugging at his baby hairs to ground himself.

you cock your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “always such a helpful, good boy eijirou,” you hum, lips pulling into a devilish red smile and the praise causing a new spark of lustful electricity to crackle through the air. “i could use a little assistance, please, i have this awful meeting with the board today, spent all night preparing and couldn’t go home, i could use some stress relief,”

kirishima’s gaze becomes hooded as he looks down at you, a familiar and bright desire burning in the pits of his stomach. “oh yeah? sucks that the paperwork kept you up all night ma’am…” he trails off, choosing to let his fingers dance up and down your sides— snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into him. you couldn’t or you wouldn’t go home. he’s not sure if he cares about the answer right now— not when you tremble in his grip, itching for something, anything from him. “how long do you reckon we have ms. ln?”

“ten to fifteen minutes sweetheart, give or take,”

you grin widens, taking an impossibly closer step to your intern— pressing the swell of your breasts against his hard chest. he can feel your nipples pebbling through your blouse, almost visible behind the white fabric and god the way you look up at him— he can no longer wait, he needs you. right here and right now.

“will you be needing my assistance throughout, ma’am?” kirishima asks, voice dropping a few octaves until it falls into a low growl.

“i expect it. you are my intern after all.”

the words laced with deep huskiness, the proximity of your bodies and the rising heat in the room is what leads you both to tumble into the next series of events. before he can’t register it, your mouths are slotted together in a fast paced and sloppy kiss, kirishima’s body manoeuvres you around the office, marking out a familiar pathway to your desk—his tongue remains sliding over yours in rapid movements as he commits your taste to memory, refreshing those from the last time he had you like this. yet every time you kiss and his tongue glides over yours, you taste sweeter than before; like peaches and morning coffee— you feel softer in his grip, every dip and curve to your body like it was built for him.

eijirou can't stop thinking of that last time, tucked away in your office after dark when your dainty hands pawed desperately at his hips to bring him closer or scratched at his back from sheer pleasure— kirishima wants to see you like that against, using his own hands to tear through your shirt and send buttons flying across the room. something in him just wants to do good for you, have you ache for him and earn himself some of your sweet praise. even as you step and stumble towards your work desk, the red-head lets his lips break away from yours, connected by a string of your own saliva before he drops to your neck, lapping tracks over your skin with the temptation to bite down and paint it shades of deep purple and blue.

but there are rules that you both have in place; ways to keep what you have a secret and hidden away from the public eye so that you don’t lose all that you’ve worked for and so kirishima can keep being your precious little intern.

“jump for me, please ma’am,” he whispers heavily into the junction between your neck and your shoulders, breath laboured and warm against your skin that begins to shine with light perspiration. mindlessly, you follow his orders, jumping up while your fingers curl into the mass of red on kirishima’s head and ankles lock around his waist—his hands meet the backs of your doughy thighs, squeezing the flesh between calloused digits while you toe off your heels.

“eiji, you’re so good,” you manage between feather light breaths as they clatter to the floor as the pair of you somehow make your way to the desk chair, pushing and tearing the clothes from one another’s bodies— including your crisp shirt. now seated and left in nothing but your bra, you tug harshly at your intern’s locks and bring his mouth down to yours, allowing them to move together in a dirty, messy kiss. there’s barely any time for you both to mess around, for him to tease you until your limit and you’re crying out for any type of touch from him, so eijirou quickly

flips down your bra, exposing your chest to cool, air conditioned air—not even bothering to unclip the material as his fingers descend on your nipple, pulling and twisting them until your back arches from the stimulation. “hurry, please eijirou,”

obedient as ever, your favourite boy drops to his knees in front of the chair you stay slumped in and with his height, he still manages to tower over you, practically at eye level with hunger framing the ruby of his own. large hands knead at your plush thighs, hiking your skirt up and up to give you room to spread your thighs, cunt growing sticky from anticipation— all from a few measly touches in familiar places. but this is kirishima, and he knows how your body works from countless hours spent after the office closes up— using one another to blow off extra steam. he knows just what makes you tick and moan his name.

logically, eijirou knows that your meeting could start at any minute and even though you’re both in a stickler for time, he still wants to get a taste at your skin before devouring your most intimate parts. he’ll make time to explore every part of you, to assist you in your stress relief. “‘m sorry miss, yn,” he whines needily, watching your chest rise and fall with want, feeling your body heat up and twitch from the ghost of his fingertips across your blemished skin. “gotta have a taste of you before the real deal, hope’ya don’t mind…”

latching onto the left mound of flesh at your exposed chest, kirishima sinks the point of his teeth into the area around your nipple— just enough to graze your skin and pull a sweet mewl from your mouth. you’re both lucky for the soundproof walls, your head thrown back in a lewd moan he lets his pink tongue roll over your bud in vicious circles. heavy, fat globs of saliva pool over the pink muscle, pouring down kirishima’s chin and painting your skin with a slick shine. “h-how...how could i mind angel, not when you treat me s’good,” you heave, vision fading in and out due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure flashing through your body in waves of hotness. “always doin’ so well for me eiji, aren’t you such a good boy?”

“yes ma’am,” the intern confirms with a erogenous slur, pacified and content on his knees for you— sucking, licking and biting at your chest to his heart’s content. “‘m your good boy,” he corrects you, however. eijirou feels most happy when grazing his tongue over the swell of your breasts, watching your face carefully for any twitches of delirium, it lets him know how hot aroused he makes you feel— that knowledge shoots straight to his cock, rock hard in his slacks while the redhead watches his boss writhe in her seat all for his eyes only.

such a dazzling view, and it’s all for fucking him.

your perfectly manicured nails run through red hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp until you’re forcing his head back and pulling kirishima off of your breast with a pop. “as much as i love seeing a pretty boy suck on my tits like a baby, we’re pressed for time angel, gonna need you to speed it up a little,” despite the softness to your face and the sudden evenness to the tone of your voice, the words that you speak to eijirou are vulgar, nasty, and turn him on to his wits end. “want you to eat me out eiji, can you do that for me?”

shaking his head, yes, beautiful claret eyes shining with acquiescence, kirishima wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand— like the tainted, dirty intern he is. you sigh down at him salaciously, ready to tear his innocence apart all over again. eijirou was always so willing to please, both in his work and behind closed doors— you would be a fool to not take advantage of that. with brute force, your intern forces your legs apart, eyes rolling back in his skull from the scent of your sex, dripping with your juices right through your underwear and stockings. overexcited, he rips through the flimsy material at your cunt, exposing your panties for him to see.

“you’re so...so wet ms.ln,” kirishima comments observantly, not even bothering to pull your stockings the rest of the way down your legs, instead opting to pull on the whole until it’s wide enough for his mouth to fit. “smell s’good, bet you taste even better,” there’s a patch on the crotch of your panties, darker than the rest of the material from where you leak and without a second thought, the red head instantly surges forward to lick a stripe over it, letting out a choked gripe as the taste of your cream from over the fabric invades his tongue.

you let out a shrill cry, hips jumping up at the first brush of his tongue against your untouched, clothed pussy. you wriggle even as kirishima holds you down, needing the heat of his mouth against you before your meeting starts. but he’s so good, so well trained, reaching up to your hips to yank your panties down in one fluid motion. leaning forward, kirishima savagely buries his face between your doughy thighs, hiking them over his shoulders from beneath the desk. his nose bumps against your clit, swollen from the lack of touch as he greedily inhales your scent once more— without warning, the intern kicks a stripe up the length of your pussy, sucking your juices into his mouth and smiling against your heat.

“d-don’t tease baby, be good for me,” you remind kirishima, your body trembles with anticipation, craving an orgasm to expel the stress of your work days out. the boy between your legs only hums, the sound running straight though cunt and vibrating against it, causing you to gush and spill your arousal out onto the leather seat beneath your cheeks. eijirou feasts on the slick that seeps from your fluttering hole, gliding his tongue up and down your sex, allowing the occasional pressure from his nose to stimulate your bundle of nerves.

the pads of his thighs burn marks into your legs, using them as leverage to pull your heated core further into his mouth, “can’t help it ma’am, y’got such a pretty pussy...s’only right that i worship you…” eijirou breaths right against your puffy folds, eyes trained on the way your hole clenches around nothing. a primal urge flares in his chest, a desire— no, a need— to see you filled with something, any part of him that can make you see stars and fuck you dumb. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry you jus look s’fucking pretty miss…”

attaching his lips to your clit, the redhead pushes the spit gathered on his tongue right over your sloppy sit, hazy ruby stare watching as his saliva mixes with your juices and slides over your empty hole. he follows the oozing trail with his tongue, lapping it up and spewing it back into your sex until the pink muscle slips past your entrance— slipping inside of you with no prior warnings. your knuckles that grasp the arms of the chair as you’re spoiled between your legs by your top intern, his hands snaking their way around the tops of your thighs to spread your sticky pussy lips apart in order to bring more of you to the cool air of the office.

“you like this don’cha? dirty little boy,” you tease the poor boy, watching as his cheeks flame with embarrassment. “being a naughty little intern between your boss’ thighs all to keep on pleasing her, keep your position at her company, huh? fuck eiji, you just love miss riding your naughty tongue—ohmygod—“

the way you sound, voice smooth like chocolate over the obscene slurping that fills the thats air heavy with the scent of sex and, makes eijirou’s cock jump up, precum oozing from his tip as he begins to rut against the hard floor beneath your desk. he makes an attempt to respond, but your thighs lock his head in place and his words come out muffled against your core. “mph, luh it, you’re s’sexy, please ma’am—“ he mumbles sordidly against you, practically humping the ground at your feet as you pick on him.

for a brief moment, kirishima pulls away to watch you roll your hips into nothing, hot tears beginning to brew into our hooded eyes from the satisfaction he brings you with every flick and flit of his tongue against where you need him most. written in your eyes is the command to keep going, your hands twistingly sharply in red roots to bring the intern back to your sluice, spasming cunt. so he does as he’s told, shoving his tongue deep inside your ribbed, iron hot walls and dragging tip along them to collect and taste strings of your viscous juices.

biting your lip, you do your best to hold back a voracious howl, bucking your hips feverishly into your intern’s face and staining his cheeks with everything that you have— he thrusts his tongue into you to the pace of your own hips, moaning against your slippery slit until your eyes are rolling. “gonna cum from this eiji, from you eatin’ me out like this...jus need a little more— need your fingers pretty boy,” you can feel the twist of the knot in your lower tummy starting to unravel, signifying your oncoming high, and the room starts to spin while kirishima eats you out with new vigour.

“yeah? miss? you’re gonna cum for me?” the intern practically whines and pulls his tongue from your hear, almost crying as his hips thump against the floor desperate for friction. “wanna see you come undone s’bad, please cum for me, please, please—“ eijirou chants, replacing his tongue with two of his thick digits, watching as your slick cunt stretches around them accommodatingly. he jackhammers them inside of you, grunting lowly underneath the slaps of his palm against the meat of your ass, as he returns to your clit to suckle on it hungrily. his fingers curl instantly in search for the spongy spot inside of you— bearing down hard against it once it’s located.

“oh—hah, right there baby— right fuckin’ there—!” you squeal, only egging him on as white starts to cloud your vision, everything sounds so nasty and wet, while eijirou stimulates both of your pleasure spots. it becomes hard to breath, legs wobbling around his broad shoulders, but your intern doesn’t let up, determined to bring you to cloud nine.

“that’s it ma’am, right there—you’re almost there, can feel you clenching around my fingers...please cum, fuck i want your cum, wanna taste you so bad, cum. cum. cum!” and that’s all it takes, eijirou’s pleading voice between your thick thighs to make the coil inside you snap and for your orgasm to wash over you. you convulse in your chair, nectar gushing freely from your raw and overstimulated cunt, spewing all over the redheads face as he continued to lap at your clit to ride out your high.

but he doesn’t stop there, scissoring his fingers deep within your velvet walls as you continue to cum, making you shake your head and wail from the high levels of ecstasy.

“please eiji—n’more, can’t, no—“

“you can miss, i know you can—fuck you look so pretty when you’re about to squirt for me, please…”

as quickly as your first high ended, another one comes crashing over you in harsh waves— rocking your world as clear liquid floods from your pussy— the sheer force of you squirting, pushing kirishima’s fingers out from your tight, sappy hole. your release hits the floor with a crude slap, both of you moaning loudly almost for the whole world to hear. he doesn’t stop sucking, clearing up your pretty cunt even as you fade in and out of consciousness from pleasure— he stays lapping at you with burning, languid strokes of his tongue between your folds even as you weakly attempt to answer the phone now ringing from your desk.

clearing your throat, you muster up the strength to sound professional over the line before picking up the phone and bringing it towards your ear. “good afternoon, this is yn ln of shinku sports reports, bringing you the latest sporting news, how may i help you?”

‘this is the board, we need to discuss this month's stocks and reports.’

from the corner of your eye, you can see kirishima rise from his place underneath your desk— standing tall over you once more while you converse with the directors on the other end of the phone. as quietly as he can, the redhead tears through the buttons on his shirt in a similar way to you, prior to you fucking and unbuckles his slacks. he pulls down his boxers and pants in one go, revealing his thick, hard girth that stands tall and slaps against his stomach— tip an angry shade of red as precum smears across his lower belly.

you nod into the phone, forgetting that the board can’t see you as kirishima lifts you from the chair and lays you on your back across the desk littered with unread papers. “ah yes, i’ve been expecting a call from you…” you whisper so quietly instead, not caring if they’ve missed what you said. you’re hardly paying attention, choosing to wrap a fist around eijirou’s cock, slickly pumping him to prepare him to take you— he parts your thighs, eyes closing and body shuddering above you while you continue to converse with the board.

spreading the droplets of precum across his slit and iron hot tip, kirishima takes his cock from your grasp— heavily slapping it against your sensitive and swollen clit to see you jolt up the desk. “gonna fuck you so good miss, jus’ be good ‘n stay quiet for me okay?” he says, a whimper catching in the tail end of his words. you nod to him, rushed and way too eager, laying your head back on the hard wood your swimming gaze settles on kirishima as he taps the head of his cock against your hole, teasingly pushing it just past your entrance before withdrawing again.

‘ms. ln, are you still there? we really are pressed for time so we would love to start by discussing interviews for the next issue—‘

you forget that you’re still connected on the line, settling for wriggling impatiently underneath your intern, who’s caramel tinted skin glistens with sweat and his cheeks begin to flush with unadulterated desire— all from watching the way your puffy folds lube up his shaft with every push through them. you can see him losing his resolve, just as sensitive as you since he’s been holding back an orgasm and without the hint of a warning, eijirou’s hips jump forward and drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex— brushing against your cervix. you gasp out in surprise, finally losing focus and barely manage a more comprehensive response to the board you have waiting on the line. “y-yes!— yes, yes, i’m still here… you may proceed with the meeting.”

he’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had— and you’d seen a lot being a woman of your caliber this high up in the industry...but no one could compare to the way your sweet, doe eyed gentlemanly little intern filled you up, fat cock stretching your walls even with the shallow thrusts into your cunt he gives you to adjust. the weight of his girth sits heavily inside you, twitching as kirishima slides into you easily due to the stickiness lining your gummy walls, breath shaky and uneven as he holds out for you during this time. you can tell the poor boy isn’t going to last long, fingers sinking into your thighs with a harsh grip while he tries to hold himself back.

such a good boy, always waiting for your every command.

‘so we’d like to talk about the main feature for next month’s issue, do you have anyone in mind?’

the monotone voice of the board member is drowned about by kirishima’s shaky breaths above you, his pleading puppy dog eyes while he stills himself inside your spasming, puckered hole— he waits for permission, following orders like a trained pet even though he can hardly stand it, overwhelmed by the flutter of your sex around him and heat from your body despite thrown over the desk. “y-you’re s’warm...god ma’am...need to—need to move,” the redhead huffs weakly in order to keep himself quiet, a line of sweat dotting his brow. “please,”

you sit up on the desk, legs locking around his slender waist to draw him closer, sheathing more of the poor boy inside of you until he’s completely bottomed out and balls deep inside your pretty cunt. he drops his neck to your shoulder, tongue lolling over your salt licked skin before biting down to pacify himself, sharp teeth almost drawing blood while you adjust the cord of the phone. “i was thinking…thinking that we got the hockey player— the oylmpic champion…” your eyes drift to kirishima’s complacent face, giving him a nod to start moving while he sucks another bruise further down his onto your collarbone. “t-touya...touya todoroki—!”

you hiccup but play it off with a cough when kirishima pulls back his hips, so far that his girth completely leaves you, before he drives himself forward with one powerful thrust and fills you right up again. looking down, you see him bulge in your tummy, the line of his girth prominent against your body— slightly dwarfed in kirishima’s arms. you rock your hips, coaxing your intern into your warmth to help him build up a momentum of thrusts.

‘sounds like a good choice, do we have anyone who could interview him? i believe we can have PR set up an interview this week.’

the desk creaks below you, hard wood groaning along with the red head who hides himself in your neck, squeaking pathetically as he moves inside of you— precum smearing along your gummy walls that welcome his hardened shaft. your pussy opens up for eijirou like it’s welcoming him home, still growing used to the pleasure-filled burn and stretch of him pushing in and out of you. the nerves on his head catch amongst your inner ridges, making his toned body shake in ecstasy.

“m-ma’am, feel s’fucking good, so fucking good...” your intern hums against your salty skin mawkishly, large palms dropping to the flesh of your ass— kneading it to bring you closer to his body— cock barely leaving you due to your proximity. with slow strokes, eijirou fills you up, painting you with what leaks from his tip— prodding at your cervix and brushing up against your sweet spot in ways that make sweet nectar dribble from your hole.

your digits curl in his hair once more, the phone slipping from between your neck and creating rustling on your end. “eijirou,” you sigh breathily, humping back his cock while you squeeze around him selfishly, keeping your intern inside of you. “i-i mean eijirou kirishima, he’s an intern— such a… a good one at that…”

a immodest whimper brews in the base of eijirou’s throat, bubbling against his bruised lips while you shower him with praise, indirect to him, hand snaking up to the back of your neck— tangling in your baby hairs as he pulls you up to a sloppy kiss, slotting your mouths together and running his tongue over yours. “f-fuck mommy, ‘m i your good boy? please tell me yes, fuck, yn— ma’am,”

kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does devoir and pathos, vulnerability stays written across his handsome features as he succumbs to the mind break the heat of your damp, creamy core as he fucks into you. you throb at his use of mommy, shakily pulling the phone away from your ear to reach up to his own, nipping the earlobe and tugging on it gently. “you’re my good boy baby, keep being good eiji, be quiet...you gotta stay quiet if you want to keep fucking mommy okay? you wanna cum inside me right?” you say, words aberrant and low toned on your tongue, your intern hisses and whines in response— nodding his head again and letting out a barely coherent ‘yes’. “then shh, baby, let mommy talk yeah?”

“hm’kay,” he babbles, dropping his ruby framed gaze to where your bodies meet, hiking your skirt further up your thighs to get a better view of your cunt staining his heavy balls with a layer of your slick.

‘ms. ln, are you sure that you want an intern to cover this case—’ the board begins to ask you, muffled from the distance away from you both.

picking up the phone again, you pull the line towards you again— mindful of capturing eijirou’s weak little mewls over the device as he languidly pumps himself in and out of you. “i know what i—fuck, what i want. eijirou, will be—oh— on the case. that's final.” you huff, watching your intern fall into a pussyhaze, his precious mind fogging with thoughts of only painting you white inside and out as a reward for helping relieve you of stress. the slow roll of his hips into yours are accompanied by the soft slaps of his skin against your own, wet and sticky— determination to make you feel good crackling across his mind.

‘there’s no need to curse, ma’am, do you need a moment to recollect yourself before we proceed with discussing the other features.’

“i’m fucking fine,” you growl, in anger or need you don’t know. but kirishima frowns, you can feel it as he start nosing up your cheek— swiping his tongue over areas of skin he hasn’t touched just yet— he grunts possessively , unhappy with the use of your title coming from anyone other than him. to prove his point, he pushes your thighs wider apart, letting you drip all over the documents sitting below your ass and ruining the ink— important or not he starts a brutal pace into your cunt and presses down on your tummy so you can feel exactly where eijirou is inside you and know that only he can make you feel this way.

‘ms.ln—‘

“i’m fine. keep going.” you grit your teeth, biting your lip to hold down your panting— again you don’t know who you’re speaking to. your intern who slows the movement of his hips, postponing in and out of your tightened hole, clamping down on him eagerly or the stupid board member giving you grief on the phone.

they proceed to talk, barking out suggestions to your sports magazine, that you hate— even considering bringing in good for nothing athletes who’d treated you like shit in the past, and you’d sworn to never work for them again.

but it’s almost silly, how kirishima lets out small moans of mommy and ma’am, trying to keep your attention on him like you would give up grinding down on your intern’s dick for some prissy member of the board over the phone— but you love the slight possession eijirou has over you, moulding your iron hot walls into the shape of his fat dick that presses up against your pleasure spots, makes you convulse and drawl and become addicted to everything that is him. eijirou kirishima.

“takin’ me so good, so well ma’am...don’t think i can hold on anymore…please,” eijirou warns you, losing control of his body as he takes you for his own like he’s done many times before after hours— your gazes lock, you can see his desperation to ruin you, moan for you despite the people on the phone and the people outside your office.

if he grows too loud, he could give you away— they could be listening in to your poor needy little intern humping you like a feral dog and whining your name. and as much as that thought makes your hole spasm around his fat cock, make his thrusts stutter and eyes screw shut while you moan in sweet, almost silent harmony, you love your job and so weakly, you take two of your fingers, shoving them deep into eijirou’s mouth as it hangs open in heavy pants of warm air. you press down on his wet tongue, fucking into his mouth in tune with the pace of his hips plunging deep within your walls, churning up your syrupy and sticky insides.

“keep quiet, baby,” you hiss to the redhead, who’s eyes start to brim with fresh hot tears from the overwhelming pleasure. “let mommy take care of this, yeah? finish up so you can let it all out on me.”

he sucks on your fingers to calm himself down, shallow breathing while he paws at the flesh on your sides and circles his hips into yours— letting his leaky tip bare down on your sweet spot and forcing the air out of your body. white hot pleasure flashes through your bloodstream, replacing any air of professionalism flooding through them. you can’t, you physically cannot hold back either of your orgasms— you can’t concentrate as your mind starts to fall away with the world and your gaze hones in on the way kirishima takes your fingers in his hot mouth so deep in an attempt to hush himself.

the coil in your tummy begins to unwind and the room swims once more. ‘ms.ln is everything okay over there— we need to progress with his meeting if we’re—‘ the annoying board member sounds underneath kirishima’s sloppy groans, saliva dribbling down the sides of his mouth. your dirty, good boy.

“i’m going to need to take a rain—hah— a rain check on this meeting. you’ll hear from me when my interns and i are ready—“ you huff, cutting the staff off and quickly throwing the phone onto the hook, you’ll have keigo deal with the consequences later but for now you focus on kirishima who picks you up by the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock in frantic movements as he finally loses all connections to his control. “ohmygod—eiji baby, slow—fuck, down—“

he shakes his head, latching onto your collar bone as he revels in the way you leak down his shaft and drip between his balls, lewd squelching sounds fluttering through the air hot, sex scented air at full volume. “‘m sorry ma’am— i can’t… i’m really close, i really need’ta cum...please ma’am...mommy, i’ve been good—please let me cum...“ eijirou groans heartily, from deep in his chest as if he’s finally releasing what he’s been holding back— arms flexing and the sweat from his body slicking up your own.

limbs shaking you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your foreheads against one another, while you nod. he worked so hard to make you feel good, all day long to do the best job that he can— pressing small kisses to his lips encouragingly. “you can do it baby, one last thing for me— fill me up eiji, cum for me.” you whisper between bites and sucks on his lower lip, lined with a vibrant shade of red.

“cummin’, cummin’...miss yn, mommy—!” and then his hips come to a halt, his dick pulsing as waves of his cream line your insides with an opaque white, thick and seeping down your thighs. his fingers drop to your sensitive cunt, slipping quick circles over your swollen clit to bring you to your high. his cock never stops pumping in and out of you, pushing his seed further into your sex while you writhe and fall over the edge into your orgasm— gushing so hard you force him out of plugged and full hole.

losing his strength, kirishima collapses on top of you, pressing out both to the hard wood seat which you’re surprised is still standing, his lips pressing fleeting kisses across your face and neck while you both come back down to earth.

and then he looks up at you with a weak smile, “did i do good?” he asks you lazily and almost sleepily— refusing to budge from laying atop you and almost crushing you with his weight.

pushing back his hair to soothe him. “always eiji, you’re not my favourite intern for nothing,” you coo at him, pulling him up to press your lips to him in a soft kiss.

“i sure hope you don’t have any other favourites, i want to be the only one who assists you like this,” kirishima says, remaining tangled with you for a moment more in your office, content with snuggling into your exposed and bruised side.

you share a sleepy giggle, intending to clean up later— eijirou completely forgetting about the lunch he’d promised the other interns after your meeting.

oh well, assisting you was a much better treat than spending time with any one else.

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nogoinghomegame · 3 years

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Let's discuss.

DemScissors is apparently a pseudonym of Noel Gallagher, and even though he has social media where he could be telling the world all about his great adventures throughout his tours (he even has a Twitter despite calling it the "playground of idiots!") he decided in 2018 to make it private...sort.

Through no effort of my own, I went to see it. These are nine posts made by this account, and they all mention #TheSinger (that's Liam! Right?). It's seems to me that Noel took every opportunity to mention him.

Every.

Single.

Post.

Including number ten, but unfortunately Tumblr only allows nine posts. Sad, really.

If you are absolutely not in the mood to click on some simple screenshots. I'll write them out. As I am so generous.

Number one. "Anyway...#TheSinger says he needs me (of course he does!). Toodlesnip!" Did he bring Liam with him? What does this mean?

Number two. "#TheSinger said "I ain't seen this much snow since the 90s. Professional 🙄" Is he right next to you? Which one of you is more obsessed? COME ON YOU SNOW LG x

Number three. "#TheSinger has informed that DC is home to Bad Brains. He's either talking about the band or he's going political on us." DC. Just bro's chilling in DC!

Number four. "There seemed to be a lot of chatter about something called a Super Bowl during the day...surely it can't be the same bowl that #TheSinger uses to sculpt his barnet?!" What kind of sibling are you if not one that constantly teases the little one?

Number five. "Some might say (wahey!) a day off in NYC is no bad thing but not when #TheSinger has a colossal hangover and decides to sleep all day...in the (fucking) city that never sleeps!" Either he is truly fustrated by this, or he has decided to stay inside with Liam and wait until he awakens again. Interesting, but strange dynamic.

Plus, "#TheSinger informs me that someone called Tom Brady is coming daaaaarn (down) to my show tomorrow." Hey? Doesn't Noel and Liam both have a big hate for Tom? Check out Lord Don't Slow Me Down.

Number six. "PS - #TheSinger says "hi!" by the way - like any of you give a (high flying) fuck!" Enough of one to comment upon it. True love is in the air...and I can almost smell it.

Number seven. These are far too long for me to be bothered to write (acute laziness ladies and gentlemen). But I'll point it out. "Where did it all go wrong (Wahey!"). Do you remember this line? Check out "Where Did It All Go Wrong" by Oasis.

Where Did It All Go Wrong from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants.

Number eight. "Come on lads, ladies and Gem (he's from Newcastle) - it really ain't as hard as #TheSinger makes it look. (Oooo pardon!). There is nothing to say. As it's just teasing. I guess.

Number nine (thank god!). "I've gotta say...watching #TheSinger do meet and greets is without a doubt the greatest thing about this tour." Now, you have a older brother laughing (with laughter, not tears) and watching, if you can imagine, in hysterics, about Liam (who is often clumsy in the way he achieves social interaction) interacting during meet and greets. Wallah. All done. Aren't you happy to be rid of me?

The conclusion is this one - can we really believe this is Noel? And if yes, would he really bring Liam on tour...with NGHFB. The evidence here is supplied. Make a decision, and make it snappy...(snippy...?*wahey*)...

Adios.

#liam gallagher #noel gallagher #demscissors

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residentialrabbit · 2 years

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Happy Valentines Day!

Have Rosita and Hana being lovebirds :33 Can't wait to see their interactions in game

OOOO this is so cute omg...!!! These bitches gay good for them!!!

thanks so MUCh i wasn't expecting this cuteness today 😭😭😭

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pestis-blight · 2 years

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Mr. Utterson encounters Mr. Hyde

OOOO A first encounter! Ah ! Honestly this was fun to write, especially Hyde returning to Jekyll's home rather than Soho and having vague memories -- like deja vu but he can't quite pin where from. That being said! I though I'd give ya the Utterson Interaction!

I hope I do this lovely man justice I really do, he may not say much but he truly is a voice of reason and calm.

CW: Implied Nudty

Feedback is always appreciated!

In the hallway with color draining from his cheeks stood Utterson, his face a bitter picture of confusion and fear. Frozen, like a statue displayed as a focal piece within the vast hallway, the gentleman could barely move. His hands gripped the sides of his knitted vest, the argyle wool bunching against his fingers while he rocked back on his heels.

The silence between both frozen men was painful, each one waiting for the other to move. Hyde, a deer seen down the barrel of a gun — Utterson, the all too feeling hunter.

The creature snapped his head towards the doors that he stood by, the doors to Jekyll’s empty room, the door to the spare room which he had once occupied on dark and foggy nights — nights where thunder rolled through the sky and chilled him to the bone.

The creaking of floor boards caused Hyde to snap his head back to the gentleman. He had met this man before, surely he remembered — surely he knew he was not a villain? Ah, but he had drunk with Jekyll and thus sealed their pact. He would have no choice but to doubt the other’s intent until proven safe.

His face contorted into a bitter smile. He was playing a dangerous game of poker with no winning cards, but his company didn’t know that, and part of him mistook the for a fool. If he held his cards close to his chest, if he guarded them and left not space between then there was no fathomable way he would have been trapped within Jekyll’s labyrinthian house.

“Mr. Hyde?” the voice asked, as soft as the man that it came from. Warm, like the wool he adorned, careful and cautious, though not fearful — no. Not even an ounce of fear hid behind the crooks of each letter from the man’s words.

Hyde would have to be careful, the coy and arrogant mask slipping. “You know me.”

“Forgive me, sir, but you are in…most papers.”

“And we have met,” Hyde continued, his fingers reaching up to itch at his throat, eyes wide and burning all while he stalked forward. “You have pressed questions.”

“Aheh,” Utterson rubbed the back of his neck, gaze averted while he nodded, “You shut the door rather promptly, I seem to remember.”

“Yes.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Hyde watched the other halt in conversation, his eyes narrowing as he lurched forward, leaning up to reach the other’s height, his nose barely brushing against the other’s face.

Utterson could feel the breath against his face, the cold air ghosting against his cheeks and against his beard. He wondered just how a man could be so cold, a living corpse. His gaze flicked to the firey hair across from him, his nose wiggling from the cool huff before he straightened himself and gestured to the other’s coat. “You — are yet to be formally dressed. You can’t gallivant around Soho bare, Mr. Hyde.”

“Jekyll has my clothing.”

“I see.”

"I have returned for them."

"I would not doubt that."

A peaceful pause dwelled between the two as they now met eye to eye, Utterson pushing his head back into his collar in an attempt to regain the personal space the shorter was occupying with his bitter scowl and hint of a snarl.

Really, all Utterson saw was a feral dog cornered in an alley, mangey, yes, but painfully frozen from the bitter wind, hair matted from neglect and fear. And blood apparently. His own brows furrowed at the thought. No man deserved to be cast to the streets. Of course, it was every man’s duty to look after himself, but learning that Hyde was nothing more than an extension of his dear Harry —

#cw implied nudity #dr jekyll and mr hyde #utterson #gabriel utterson #mr hyde #edward hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #hunting hyde #pestis.fic #pestis.for a year

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butteraway · 3 years

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when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary: A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none

authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha #bnha #mha angst #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #fanfic

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