#goose x dabi

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

I have one rooster that Cowboy! Touya absolutely hates. He’s always getting chased up my driveway by the territorial little thing who seems to take special offense to Touya’s truck.

He absolutely hates when I laugh at him scurrying up the porch and typically snaps that I need to hurry up and eat that thing, rolling his eyes and threatening to leave when I bat my lashes at him, trying so hard to keep a straight face and go “But baby, that’s my favorite cock.”

[thatwesternbitch]

I think that Touya would be gone more often than not before I wake in the later stages of the on/off again relationship.

I think it would just happen. Like he’d wake up, blinking at the early time glaring back at him from my bedside alarm, and be filled with guilt to be back in my bed and my life like that, knowing that it never really lasts like it should at this point. He doesn’t want to leave, he just feels like the less he’s actually around, the better chances we have of making it this time.

Still doesn’t stop him from stirring me when he does leave though, leaning over my sleeping form to alternate between firm and feather soft kisses along the back and side of my throat.

But no matter how much he wants to when I mumble out a “please stay”, he always allows himself one chaste kiss on my shoulder before he’s murmuring that he’ll see me later, and then he’s gone.

[goose-draws-it]

Does the T stand for Taylor or Touya? We’ll never know!

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x AFAB Reader 💋

Summary: AU where you and Touya have been life long best friends and are about to graduate from UA together. He's still a dramatic, possessive goof but he wants to focus his talents on being a Pro Hero. And sleeping with you. You're surprised (and delighted) when your typical Friday movie night takes a sexy turn with your best friend.

Genre: Smut, Romance, S*xual Tension

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, dry humping, grinding, oral sex, smut, dirty talk, hair pulling, PIV, penetrative sex, teasing

💕Link to My Master List 💕

Unexpected Flames

You were watching a horror film with your best friend from UA, Touya “Dabi” Todoroki.  You both have been friends for what seems like forever – well since grade school You’re currently seniors in your class, freshly 18 and itching to graduate into the world so you can be Pro Heroes together.

The two of you have a lovely group of friends – your hero class is unusually close and often spends the weekends together socializing and studying. But Friday nights are sacred and reserved for just you and Touya. Ever since you were kids you’d meet up for your weekly movie night – a festive affair for just the two of you spent in the basement of your parent’s house. Touya’s family is super large and he craves time alone, away from his little brothers and sister where he doesn’t need to be “the responsible one.” On these special nights together you can just be two goofy kids – sharing junk food, laughing at stupid films and dreaming about your futures as Pro Heros. On Friday nights your strict hero-in-training diets fly out the window as the two of you feast on popcorn, candy and whatever weird soda flavor Touya manages to dig up at the local Seven Eleven.

Tonight, you’re parents are out at a dinner party so the two of you have the house to yourselves. You’re watching a slasher flick - the kind that makes you squirm in your seat. You didn’t really want to watch this one, but Touya’s let you pick the last 3 movie night films so it’s only fair that you let him choose this time around. He knows you hate scary movies, and he smirks each time you jump in your seat. Over the course of the last hour, you’ve moved closer and closer to him on the couch until you’re buried in his side. His arm is stretched out on the back of the couch behind you. Whenever a particularly gruesome scene presents itself, you squeak and bury your face in his well-loved punk band t-shirt. Touya laughs at you each time.

Here’s the thing about Touya – he’s an acquired taste. He’s moody and possessive and sometimes can seem more villain than hero, but you know deep down in your gut that he’s a good person. He’s fiercely loyal and deeply protective of his friends and loved ones. He’s just immature with a bad temper – you’re certain he’ll grow out of the more volatile parts of his attitude with time and training out in the real world. He can be kind of a mess sometimes – and you’ve got the biggest crush on him. It’s never something you’d act on, of course. You’ve been best friends for the better part of a decade, and there’s no way in hell that you’d jeopardize your friendship with this angsty but wonderful boy.

The film continues and takes an unexpected turn – the heroine gets the upper hand and manages to defeat the ghostly villain. You swear under your breath when the credits roll, thankful that the bloody film is finally over. You’re still folded into Touya’s side. This isn’t an unusual position for the two of you – you’re close and fairly touchy. But the mood shifts when Touya brings his arm down from the couch to curl around you as the end credits continue to play. You feel goose bumps rise across your arms as his large hand pulls you close.

“That was pretty good – I kind of wanted the ghost to get her in the end, though. You up for another?” He asks, his voice husky. He deliberately doesn’t make eye contact with you, staring straight ahead at the screen.

“Yeah, but let me get some more popcorn. Can we watch something a little less dark this time around?” You breathe out shakily, moving so you can get to your feet so you can get more snacks. He reluctantly lets you out of his grasp, and you rise to your feet and shuffle to grab the empty bowl. You trip over Touya’s shoes which have been abandoned on the floor. The checkered vans fly across the room and you tumble onto the couch. Your friend’s lightening fast hero reflexes save you from hitting your head – one hand splayed out behind your back, the other bracketed above your head.

You realize with a start that Touya is straddling you, hovering a breath away.

“You okay?” He whispers as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y-yeah. Shit, I’m sorry. Let me get up and refill the pop corn.” You try to shift out of his arms but he holds you underneath him.

“No – ugh – stay here a sec.” He shifts nervously above you.

“Touya?” You say breathlessly, a question working its way up your throat. You’ve never been in a position like this before – you feel vulnerable, at his mercy. Your heart drums in your chest as you look up into those bright, endless eyes. His own eyes dart down to your lips and back up at your face. Is he going to…?

You think he might kiss you, but instead he drops most of his weight down onto your body. You feel his lanky form relax gently on top of you, he lets his legs and arm relax so that he’s resting flush against you.

“There’s something I want to do…something I’d like to try.” He says in a hoarse whisper. You don’t say anything as you look up at him with wide eyes, nervous but feeling electrified at the feeling of his body against yours.

He keeps his eyes locked on you as he slowly grinds down into you. You let out a small moan of surprise - absolutely seeing stars as you feel his hardening cock grind into your sensitive pussy between several layers of clothing.

You need to stop this before it goes too far. You’re best friends after all. Sure – Touya can be a possessive freak. But deep down he’s sweet. He’s known you practically forever and he’s your go-to person. You can’t cross this line with him, you won’t.

“Touya, I -“

He cuts you off with a hiss. “Shh.” Then he grinds into you again, finding the perfect angle that the tip of his cock lines up with your clit through the soft fabric of your tiny shorts.

“Fuck.”

He grins wickedly down at you. You open your mouth to protest again, but he shuts you up with a kiss. His lips melt into your own and you can’t help but sigh at the contact. You’ve secretly wanted him like this for so long. His mouth feels even more amazing than you’d ever envisioned, and when he bites your bottom lip and then slips his tongue inside your mouth it truly feels like heaven.

You make out furiously as he rolls his hips against you. Every point where your bodies meet feels charged, and when he forces you to turn your head to the side so that he can kiss his way down your neck your eyes practically roll back in your head.

Your breath comes out in pants, an overwhelming pleasure in your belly pushing you over the edge. His hot hands sneak up your shirt and jam under your bra. You cry out as his fingers grip the soft flesh of your breasts and he quickly finds your nipples and squeezes. You grasp desperately for a fistful of his skinny ass, slipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans for leverage.

“Touya! Touya, you idiot – we should stop. You’re gonna make me – “

“Cum.” He says it short and to the point.

And you do. What neither of you expect is the way you whine out his name as you finish. It’s so pitiful and needy, and it makes your friend flush bright red when he hears it. His eyes are large and unbelieving. He’s practically salivating at the way your tongue rolls around his name.

He holds you for a moment, letting you come down from your high. You feel jittery and embarrassed that he’s taken you apart fully clothed and so easily. He buries his face in your shoulder for a moment, trying to keep you from seeing the intense blush that’s dominating his aristocratic pale features.

“Touya, what the hell was that?” You breathe, arms winding around his muscular back.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He groans into the flesh of your neck, leaving a light kiss on the sensitive skin. “You were just laying there looking so helpless, practically begging for me to have you.”

“But Touya…what if this makes things weird between us? Everything has always been so easy. And now…” You trail off, unsure of what comes next.

“I can’t stay just friends with you anymore. Haven’t you noticed how much I fuckin’ want you Y/N? You’re so fucking gorgeous and I just need you to be all mine.” He pulls himself up so he can look you in the eyes, blush be damned.

His gaze is so intense it sends shockwaves of want through your body.

“Tell me that didn’t feel right? Tell me you want me back just as badly.” He practically commands.

“I mean… of course I want you, Touya. I’ve wanted you like this since our first year. But I value our friendship so much. What if we ruin everything – our plans to be Pros together, our dream to start the best Hero agency in Japan? Isn’t that more important?” You can tell he’s mulling this over, choosing his next words carefully.

“Fuck it. Why can’t we have it all?” He says fiercely, moving down to kiss your neck and nip at your earlobe. You groan at the hot contact. “Plenty of Pros date and work together. You know me better than anyone. Hell, you’re the only person who can truly put up with my sorry ass. If anyone can make this work, it’s us two.”

It might just be the hormones coursing through your veins, but his words seem to make a lot of sense. Why shouldn’t you be able to have it all? You know Touya inside and out. If anyone can make something crazy like this work, it’s the two of you. Together.

“Well I guess it’s worth a try at least.” You say slowly, still not totally convinced.

“That’s all I ask.” He grins, letting his right hand wander under your shirt again so he can squeeze at one of your breasts. “Your tits are just as amazing as I pictured they’d be, by the way.”

“Wow, thanks. The highest of compliments.” You say flatly, but you can’t stifle the moan that escapes your mouth as he pinches at your nipple. He smiles down at you roguishly, continuing to roll your tit between his capable fingers.

You can feel that he’s still hard against you. You long to slip your hand underneath his waistband so you can feel his hardness for yourself and maybe offer him some relief, but Touya has other plans. He pushes up onto his elbows in one swift motion and rises up from the couch.

“Now let me clean you up.” Before you have a chance to say anything else, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of your tiny shorts and slips them down your legs along with your panties. You’re shocked as you lay there half naked in front of him, totally exposed. He pushes up your shirt and bra, exposing half your tits as well.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He sighs out, haphazardly throwing your legs over his shoulders and reaching out to grab your hips to pull you into a better position. “Have you ever been eaten out before?”

He pauses to look up at you questioningly, that familiar possessive look clouding his eyes. You dumbly shake your head “no” as you look down at him. He looks absolutely sinful between your legs, and he gives you his characteristic Touya smirk as he leans over to plant a kiss on your inner thigh.

“That’s good, that means you’re all mine.” He licks his lips as he looks down at your bare pussy, drinking you in. “Now this might feel a little strange at first, but just sit back and relax. I’m going to take care of you princess.”

You feel your core flutter at the term of endearment. No one’s ever touched you like this before, but you know Touya so well. You trust him so intimately, but you’re still fucking nervous as hell.

He wastes no time diving between your legs and lapping at your wet pussy, his tongue ring dragging against your clit in a way you couldn’t have imagined. At first you feel completely over stimulated at the feeling of his tongue buried in your folds. But after a few minutes you get used to the feeling and can feel pressure begin to build inside you again. You roll your hips experimentally into his face, matching his pace. He comes up for air for a moment to groan “that’s a good girl, riding my face so nicely.”

Shit. He’s so hot that you almost forget to breathe. You take short, gasping breaths and moan as he slips a finger inside of you. It’s clear that Touya has ample experience at oral sex by the way that he’s playing you like a violin. You briefly wonder at how many times he’s done this, and with whom. But you quickly try to refocus because right now all that matters is he’s doing it to you. And he’s fucking amazing at it.

The visual of Touya’s head bobbing up and down as he pleasures you is enough to get you off on the spot. You run your fingers through his thick white hair and hold on for dear life. He pauses for a moment and looks up at you, mouth dripping with saliva and eyes ablaze with an inner fire you’ve never seen before.

“Pull on my hair, beautiful.” He rasps out. Experimentally, you tug at the hair at the back of his head. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans. You repeat the motion, transfixed at the way you seem to be giving him pleasure with little to no effort. You tug harder, more abruptly. He growls softly and dives back between your legs for more. His fingers slide easily through your entrance and he curls them to hit a special spot deep within you.

You try to hold out a little longer, but something about the drag of your friend’s tongue ring on your pussy is just too much to handle. He’s eating you out like a man starved and you can’t hold on any longer. You cum loudly, your voice reverberating in the dark basement as you cry out his name again and again. Your legs are shaking as he guides you through your second orgasm, making sure to draw out every bit of pleasure that he can from your quaking core.

You gasp as you try to catch your breath. Touya lifts his head from your dripping pussy, saliva and slick dripping down his chin. “Deep breaths, princess. Take it slow.” He models a deep breath for you, exhaling slowly through his nose. You match him, breathing in and out at a steady pace until you’ve mastered yourself once more.

He’s smiling down at you so openly, so lovingly you feel your fast beating heart might actually burst out of your chest. He leans down and plants a kiss in the hollow beneath your ear. He continues to kiss down towards your collarbone.

“All mine.” He growls lowly, sinking his teeth lightly into your neck.

“So possessive!” You say, still a little breathless. “Chill out, Touya.”

“Of course I’m possessive. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids. I’ve been waiting for this to happen forever. I gotta claim you so no other douche bag can mess around and get in your pants.” He snorts at the thought. “Actually…I know one way I can be sure you’ll never want anyone else but me.”

 Your head is clouded with oxytocin and all you want to do is hold him and kiss his face and nuzzle into his lanky frame. He starts to move and you think he’s going to shift around so he can spoon you, but in typical Touya fashion he’s going to push things a step further.

“You ready for one more round?” Despite all his dramatic bravado, he’s a little clumsy as he tries to get up off the couch. He looks pussy-drunk and his eyes are fuzzy. You laugh, thinking he’s kidding.

“Nah, Touya. That was already so good. I think we should really talk through all of this, though. Figure out what it means for us.”

“What’s there to talk through?” Touya asks as he extracts himself from between your shaking legs and starts to unbutton his pants. “You’re all mine. We’re together now. And one you feel my cock inside you, you’re never gonna want anyone else.”

“Huh?” You ask with a start. He unzips his skinny jeans and pushes the dark material to the floor alongside his boxers. His hard erection springs forth and you admire his beautiful, sizeable dick. His cock is the perfect length – probably about 6 or 7 inches with some weight to it. The head is already leaking with pre-cum which sparkles in the glow of the TV.

“I was thinking this time you can cum around my cock.” He smiles mercilessly as he raises your legs and teases your entrance. You’re so incredibly over stimulated but the contact feels so deliciously good. He rubs the head of his dick against your abused clit and watches as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Touya!” You cry out as you feel his head catch in your entrance. “Touya you always take things too farrrr – oh!” He pushes against you, preparing to fill you up.

“I’m not hearing any complaints.” He grins down at you, absolutely wicked. “Once you feel me inside of you, I promise you’ll want to be my girlfriend so desperately no other man will ever measure up.”

“Bold words for someone who ate paste well into grade school.” You say, trying to keep your cool as he continues to nudge at your entrance with his rock hard cock. You want him so badly, but you’re not going to let him get to you so easily.

“Hey!” He says harshly, but he’s laughing. He likes it when you talk back to him and you know it. “You’re such a little brat – looks like someone needs to teach you some manners.”

“Oh, yeah. I bet Endeavor could really straighten me out. Can you call your dad and ask him to come over? My parents won’t be back for a few hours.” You grin evilly up at him – his dad can be a sore subject. Touya loves and looks up to his dad, but he’s constantly comparing himself to the Number 2 Hero and worrying that he won’t measure up. This taunt seems to erode at his swagger a bit.

“You little jerk.” He pushes the head of his cock into you and you cry out at the foreign sensation. He laughs at your discomfort. “Don’t bring my dad into this!”

But when he realizes how intimately the two of you are connected, he settles down a bit. He looks at you with icy blue eyes.

“Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He says softly, pushing into you steadily.

You look up at him and say one, needy word: “Touya.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He continues to slip inside and you both groan at the way your pussy easily sheathes his thick member. You’ve cum a few times already, loosening your pussy up perfectly to receive his perfect cock.

“Holy shit Y/N.” He sighs as he settles between your thighs. He experientially thrusts into you. “Your pussy is so goddamn tight. It’s just how I imagined it would be.”

“You’ve imagined my – ugh!” You grunt as Touya thrusts hard into your core, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with practiced precision. “-my pussy?”  

“Of course I have.” He grins as he presses one of your knees into your chest for a better angle. He shifts his hips and starts thrusting at a slow and steady pace. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for, like, years.” He groans and shuts his eyes as he feels your cunt flutter around him. “I’ve been practicing so I can make you feel good.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“A few times.” He says, looking a bit abashed. “With a girl from the support course.” He continues to thrust into you firmly, sliding a hand up your body to play with your breasts again. He rolls a nipple between practiced fingers and grins down at you. “Does that make you jealous?”

You concentrate on isolating your muscles so that your pussy clenches around him. He looses his train of thought and slips his hand off your breast so he can brace himself on the couch.

“It doesn’t really matter – because I’m the one you’re fucking so desperately right now.” You lift up your hips to meet him as he plunges into you and he moans despite himself. You decide it’s time to take control. You execute a judo move you picked up in combat class – pulling him into you, hooking your legs around his back and shifting both of your weights so that you both roll off the couch and onto the ground. Touya lands on his back and almost gets the wind knocked out of him. You, however, land squarely on top of him, dick still fully sheathed in your slick heat.

You whip your t-shirt and bra off in a swift motion, now completely naked and riding on top of Touya Todoroki.

He looks up at you, absolutely gob smacked.

“Come on, Touya. I thought you were going to fuck me so good that I’d never want any other cock?” You say, taunting. You brace your feet on the ground on either side of his slim hips and bring your hands to rest on his chest. You shift your weight and begin to bounce on his dick, reveling in the sensation of being completely in control.

He smiles up at you openly, clearly thrilled to have met his match. After a moment, his hands find your hips and guide you up and down. When he wants you to go faster he moves his hands to rest under your ass so he can give you an extra boost.

“Do you like how I fit so perfectly inside of you, doll?” He asks breathlessly, pounding up into you. “Do you like being filled with my cock?”

“Shut up, Touya.” You throw your head back as his blunt tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. “Shut all the way up.”

“In your dreams.” He says, sliding a hand up to grasp at your breasts as they bounce.

You feel so full and turned on that you can’t speak. You close your eyes and arch your back as he hits a particularly good spot. He quickens his pace, hips haphazardly pistoning into you as he chases his high.

He brings his hand down to your clit so he can rub desperate circles around you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure. You cry out as you feel another orgasm rip through you, your muscles contracting and rolling deep around Touya’s fit cock.

“Touyaaa!” You call out desperately, thankful that no one is home to hear you sounding so pathetic as you ride your best friend’s cock. “Touya, I - ” but your brain is fogged over and you can’t think of what you meant to say. His hands find your ass again and he continues to bounce you as your fluttering pussy tries to drain his hard cock.

A moment later, he cums hard. You feel hot ropes of ejaculate fill you up and hit the most intimate parts of you. Your pussy milks his cock for all its worth and he looks dazed, spent. He rasps out your name as he comes down from his high, followed by a soft “Fuck!” as your pussy continues to pull pleasure out of him.

When he’s finished, he rolls the two of you over on the floor so that he can let himself lay on top of you. He wraps his arms around your naked body and sinks his face into your soft hair. You lay like that for a moment, letting him stay inside you as you both come down.

“Wow.” You breathe out, and Touya laughs into your shoulder.

“Sex all you thought it would be?” He teases, finally shifting to pull out of you. He gazes at your pussy, transfixed as he watches his seed spill out and onto your plush thighs.

“It was just…wow.” It’s all you can say. Your body feels exhausted and spent, and you can feel some soreness start to creep into your legs and abdomen after all of the activity.

“Well we should go find a convenience store or something. If I’m anything like my dad, I’m probably hella fertile. We’re going to need a morning after pill for you or something.” He reaches for his phone and pulls up his maps app, trying to recall where the closest open pharmacy is. “We can get some condoms, too. How late will your parents be out again? We can probably fuck one or two more times before they get back.”

“You claim to have been into me this whole time and yet you don’t have the decency to fuck me with a condom on?” You say distastefully, looking down at the way his seed is still dripping out of you. You look so slutty like this, filled with Touya’s cum and completely naked on the floor.

“What can I say, babe? I got caught up in the moment.” He leans down to kiss you full on the mouth. “And I thought you’d enjoy the full cream pie treatment.”

“Ugh! You’re such an idiot.” You bat him away and reach for your discarded clothes, hoping that you can find a pharmacy that’s still open this late at night.

“Yeah, but now I’m your idiot.” Touya says with satisfaction, reaching to pull you into his arms. “And you’re all mine.”

[gamergirl-niffler]

I have an emergency request to make. Today, I'm grappling with intense abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues related to my CLL. It's not only causing physical pain but also triggering significant anxiety. Could I please request some comforting scenarios involving Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugo, and Kaminari?

Oh, my sweetheart!!! I am so sorry to hear that! I hope soon you will feel better, and for now! Have your lovely boys showering you with comfort!

MHA boys x S/O with abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues

🔥 Dabi 🔥

- Well, he is worried about you.

- You are unlucky enough to have someone like him following you around.

- There is not much he can do, he is not a doctor, but he can cuddle you on the couch

- Of course he is using his hands on your abdomen, warming it up a little to bring you a bit more comfort in the pain.

- Do you need a painkiller? He will go full on ‘marvel disguise’ and go to the pharmacy to get you whatever you requested.

- Your anxiety is acting up? You get wrapped in a blanket, together with some snacks and cuddles. “Yeah, I know it hurts but don't worry. I am here and I am going to help as much as I can.”

- He will actually go as far as finding you an actual doctor so you can have professional help.

- Overall, he will keep his eye on you until you get better. He won't let you suffer and will try whatever possible to stop the pain at least for a bit.

🎮 Shigaraki 🎮

- Does he look like a doctor? Nope. The only medical experience he ever had was in Surgeon Simulator… and it never ended well.

- Kurogiri is immediately sent to get you some meds. Just say what you want, and you shall receive.

- You need distraction from pain, so… he wraps the two of you in blankets with you comfortably sitting between his legs, Switches in hands.

- He prefers to kick your ass in Mario Kart but since it's all about you and distracting you from pain he lets you pick Untitled Goose Game so you can get completely distracted by villainous goos, running around and causing troubles.

- When you two get bored with playing, he is up to watching some anime with you. Of course, you pick, he’ll watch whatever you choose. Even if he hates it.

- When Kurogiri is back, he is immediately sent away to contact that old Kyudai for some medical help when it comes to you.

- The two of you just snuggle and eat snacks.

- To your own surprise, as simple as those methods are, they are indeed useful and really successful in distracting you from both pain and anxiety.

- When you eventually fall asleep in his arms, he uses this time googling everything he can about your ailments and how he can help you.

💥 Bakugo 💥

- Bakugo is worried. Of course, he is! He is not a heartless monster! 

- He gives you all the cuddles you request from him, warming up your lower belly as much as he can.

- Comfort food is something you need so right after taking your meds, you're sat in the kitchen, so Katsuki can keep an eye on you while cooking. 

- It doesn't matter what your comfort food is. You like it? He makes it. Simple as that.

- After the meal, there is more cuddling for you, with an even bigger amount of kisses than usual.

- You can pick something to watch. It doesn't matter if it's a movie or a cartoon. He is watching it without complaining.

- When you drift into sleep, Bakugo picks you up and moves you to bed. He loves you, but he is not going to mess up his back by sleeping on the couch 

⚡ Kaminari ⚡

- PANIC!

- There is no other way to describe it. PANIC. Are you dying?! Are you going to leave him all alone!? He is not ready to lose you! He is too young… YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.

- Denki calms down after googling everything and talking to you about what's happening.

- Calm Kaminari is much more effective. 

- First, he makes sure you take your meds, then he brings you all snacks. 

- Denki starts watching TV with you, but there's a twist. He keeps talking to you, and since there’s nothing fascinating on the TV, you listen to him.

- He tells you a lot of his school stories, fun ones like the School Festival, and little scary ones like the attack on USJ. 

- Of course Kaminari being himself also tells you jokes! All sorts of jokes, together with funny faces and weird voices.

- Seeing you smile, without an ounce of anxiety, is the most beautiful thing in the whole wide world.

[livelaughtouya]

Jealousy // Dabi x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, mention of murders, toxic relationship, not proof read

Word count: 1,291

You didn’t know the name of the man you were grinding against in the packed bar. You didn’t care to know his name either. The odor of smoke filled the room causing your eyes to search for its source. Shortly, they landed on Dabi who stood next to Shigaraki with a scowl on his face. Blood trickled down his hand as shattered glass laid on the floor next to his boots. Once you met his angered gaze you smirked and shot him a wink before turning around to face your fling of the night. Your fingers grabbed ahold of the man’s dark hair pulling him to your face. He took this as a sign to press his mouth to yours, leaving sloppy kisses. You kept your eyes on Dabi’s as you granted the stranger access into your mouth. Uncontrollable rage spread across Dabi’s features as he stalked over to you. You let out a moan when the man in front of you grabbed a handful of your ass making Dabi pick up his pace. Suddenly you felt a strong grip in your locks before you were yanked backwards. “What the hell man?” the stranger that you had been dancing in front of you shouted. Dabi still had a grip on your hair as he stared down the man that was attempting to stake claim to his girl. He just glared at the man as his hands began to emit a bright blue flame that sent heat through the room. All you heard were screams of horror as Dabi lit the man in front of you in a blaze causing everyone to run in fear. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you pouted, making him let go of his hold on you.

“Why? So you could fuck him?” he spat. You gave him the most innocent look you could muster before shaking your head at him. “You act so innocent like this isn’t your fault.” He was grumbling as he stepped towards you.

“You burn me, I’ll burn you,” you shrugged, glaring up at him. He let out a sigh before rolling his eyes.

“We were broken up when I fucked her,” he defended as he pushed some hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Just like we are now,” you argued before you brought your eyes to the burning corpse behind your ex lover. You scrunched your nose up in disgust as you eyed him before turning your face back to Dabi.

“No we’re not. You’re forgetting I said I wanted to work things out after you decided to use your quirk to boil the girl’s blood that was under me.” You let out a scoff at his words. Maybe he did say that to you. You were too fired up at that moment to remember anything other than the satisfaction of ruining your ex lover’s night.

“Don’t recall,” you hum, turning on your feet to head out the door before the heroes show up. Dabi was quick to follow you, irritated that you were being difficult. “Plus you just burned my date up right in front of me. That was rude,” added as he caught up with your pace. 

“You did it first,” he scoffed, making you giggle. 

The rest of the walk back to the hideout was done in silence. Once you made it inside he followed you into your room before you could shut the door in his face. He sprawled out on your bed as you moved to the closet, grabbing a random shirt before slipping out of your dress and into something more comfortable. “What?” you asked as Dabi stared at you with a smirk on his face.

“Nothing. Just find it cute how you still wear my shirts to bed,” he replied, letting his eyes trail from your legs up to your chest. 

“The last time you were in my bed was a week and a half ago and you’re surprised I still wear your beat up band tees?” you scoffed, plopping down next to him.

“More surprised about you murdering someone in my bed then continuing to wear my clothes,” he shrugged. Amusement plagued his face as he moved his fingertips across your bare legs making goose bumps rise. He moved his eyes to your face before pulling you down on top of him. You could feel his length pressed against your thigh as you straddled him. You gave him a look of disgust as you tried to pull yourself off of him. He kept a firm grip on your hip to hold you in place.

“Didn’t know killing people turned you on,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“More like seeing you so jealous,” he replied, grinding his hips up to get some sort of friction to ease the tension in his jeans. 

“Like you’re any better. You just caught a man on fire for dancing with me.”

“Someone should have taught him not to play with fire,” Dabi countered, pulling your face down to his so he could kiss you roughly. He knew that you wouldn’t keep up your hot and cold facade for long. Satisfaction filled him as he felt your hand move to his hair, pulling roughly as his tongue entered your mouth. He took the opportunity to flip the two of you over. A smile was on your face as you wrapped your legs around his waist as he peppered sloppy kisses down your neck, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive veins that littered your throat.

Dabi couldn’t continue to do the foreplay much longer. He missed the feeling of you. He missed the moans that would come from your soft lips as he drove his hips into you. He watched you frown as he lifted himself off of you for a moment. The look on your face changed when he ripped the shirt off you, exposing your breast before letting his mouth attack your nipple. His other hand worked to yank his belt off and tug off his pants. Once his member was freed he was quick to line himself at your entrance before ramming into you. A gasp left your lips at the sudden fullness inside of you. Your shocked expression made Dabi chuckle into your neck as he found a rough pace that you both enjoyed. The moans that were escaping your lips made him feel a tightness in stomach. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. He never could when it came to you, but he always made sure you finished before he did. His rough hands made their way to your clit before letting his thumb circle the bud of nerves quickly.

“Dabi, I am about to,” you were panting and racking your nails into his shoulder. A groan left his lips as he felt your pussy tighten and pulse against him. Moans were filling the room as he quickened his pace. 

“Shit,” he muttered into your neck as he began to finish inside of you. He kept his face buried in your neck, not moving from in between your legs. It was clear he needed a moment to catch his breath. After a few minutes he finally pulled out and rolled over beside you before pulling you onto his chest. A smile was on his face as you looked up at him.

“You ready to get back together now?” he asked, brushing his hands through your hair.

“I guess,” you giggled before pressing your lips to his.

Both of you knew that you were the equivalent to fire and gasoline. You loved one another hard. You hated each other harder. You guys wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sparrowhero]

Shigaraki x Chubby!Reader- Stress

As requested by Anon

You’ve gotten quite used to the inside of the bar.  It’s a quiet day…at least, as quiet as it can be with the array of people filing in and out of it at random times.  Everyone is busy.  Toga and Twice chatter aimlessly on the first floor as ‘The Welcome Wagon’ for any new possible recruits to the cause.  Kurogiri polishes glasses and makes sure things don’t get too rowdy.  Every so often you can hear one or both of them burst into laughter, but it’s rather muffled from your comfortable seat on the top floor with Shigaraki.

He sits in silence.  The loudest noise shared between the two of you is the methodic clicking of the keys and mouse as his red eyes scan through the various information he’s looking up.  Shigaraki may have been considered spoiled among the rest of the League, but you have a first-row seat to how hard he actually works.  Reported hero sightings, patrol schedules, information on what the current political climate is in which areas which would benefit the League the most in terms of visibility.  He does this for hours, carefully vetting whichever information seems the most likely and cross checks it among several verified sources.  It’s tedious, difficult, and seemingly never-ending, but he takes it in stride.  The League of Villains is his, after all.  His idea, his responsibility, and his dream.

There isn’t really much for you to do right now.  Dabi had left for the day to do some “street cleaning” (a nicer way of saying he’s leading a trail away from the hideout).  There was no need to be on the lookout for heroes at this point.  However, Shigaraki requested that you stay at his side while he worked, so you dutifully did just that.  Phone in hand, you scrolled through whatever news or games you may have had installed onto it.

“Hey.”  His voice rasps through the silence and you can hear the hum of the computer slow to a stop.  You turn your head away from your phone and over towards him curiously.  His arms are extended, and some of the hands that are usually on him have been placed to the side.

“Come here.”  He’s as delicate as ever with his words, but you can hear the slight softness in it that denotes it as what it is– a request, simple as that.  The corner of your lips flicker into a brief smile.  Who could say ‘no’ to such a request?  You approach him as he asked, and he heaves a soft sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible.  Shigaraki’s form visibly relaxes as soon as he lays his face against your plush stomach.  The rigidity of his shoulders loosen even more once you start to stroke his hair back.

You’ve noticed that this is his favorite position to be in whenever he’s particularly out of sorts.  Luxuriating in the softness of your frame is a much better alternative than the constant, irritated scratching of his face and neck.  He’s very careful with the way he holds you, both hands are positioned in a way that makes it impossible for him to accidentally brush you with all of his fingers at once, but there’s no lack of care in how he runs his hands fully up and down your back, nor does he deny himself of what he can feel.

“Rough day?”  You ask, muffling a little bit of a laugh when he brushes past a particularly ticklish spot.   He enjoys being able to feel you laugh, the expanse of when you breathe.  He mumbles something incomprehensible against your skin, but you can at least parse the words ‘annoying’ and ‘dead end.’  Shigaraki must have been put on a wild goose chase this afternoon. You can practically hear him grind his teeth a little, but it stops once you continue to run your fingers through his shaggy hair.

“I can’t wait to break everything.”

He pulls away from you enough to stare up at you from his seat.  Your ministrations have pushed his hair out of his face, for the most part, so he’s completely uninhibited in his gazing at you.  Red eyes flicker down from your eyes to your lips, and he licks his own subconsciously.

“...Can I?”  Shigaraki stands up, and one hand slides from your back down to your arm, hooking his fingers around yours.  His hands are just as rough as always, but they feel warmer than usual from his affections for you.  You wonder if yours are just as warm, just as inviting.  They must be, since he tightens around them once you nod in affirmation.

Shigaraki’s kisses are still rather clumsy.  It hasn’t been long since you’ve started to kiss, just simple pecks here and there, and then times like this when either one of you craves more than the usual amount of intimacy.  He starts out as slow as he can, but he kisses like he’s hungry– and he is.  He’s hungry for many things: destruction, his ideals realized, but right now, it’s you.  The hand that isn’t in yours pulls you in closer, so much so that you can feel his heartbeat through the thin clothing of his shirt.

So much of his life has been barren, harsh, and hard.  There’s little comfort in the threadbare of his clothes or the cold hardwood floor of the bar, but he has you, in all of your splendor.  His lips press against yours once, twice, three times, each kiss lingering more than the last.  It doesn’t take much to make him lose his breath, just feeling you against him makes him want to kiss you more.  He grips your shirt just a little too hard and a little bit of your collar disintegrates, but he catches himself before there’s too much damage to the back of your shirt.  You laugh against his lips, and as much as he wants to be annoyed by it, the sound makes his heart ache in such a sweet way that it’s impossible.

“That’s what, the fourth one?”  You tease.

“Shut up.”  He presses his lips back against yours insistently.  “Ask Kurogiri to fix it later.”   Your response is muffled by his lips, but it didn’t really matter.  It’s a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.  The way his hair brushes against your face when you kiss, noses touching every so often, how he holds you like you’re precious in a world full of things that he couldn’t care less about…that’s all that you can feel in this moment.

“Alright.”  Once he’s had his fill, he pulls away with a quick breath.  “Back to work.” His eyes are no longer as harsh as they were and filled with a new focus.  Shigaraki slides back into his seat as if nothing had ever happened.  You’re still a bit breathless, and you think that you should really get Kurogiri to neaten up the back of your shirt, so you turn to leave the room.

“Hey.”

His voice stops you, and you turn on heel once more questioningly.  Shigaraki doesn’t move his eyes away from the screen, but you can still hear the words directed to you, and you alone.

“Thanks.”

[I love you.]

You can’t fight the smile on your lips as you tell him “Anytime.” [I love you too.]

[kwanisms]

Under Your Skin 02 — s.changbin

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summary: Everything seemed to fall into place for Y/N. She had a loving boyfriend, her dream job, and the bestest friend in the universe. She never thought her life was missing something until she was introduced to Changbin, the town's newest tattoo artist who happens to be harboring an unimaginable secret.

pairing: tattoo artist!Changbin × fem!Reader

genres/themes/au: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn; “forbidden” love, strangers to lovers, supernatural themes; tattoo artist!au, werewolf!au; tattoo artist!Changbin, werewolf!Changbin, established boyfriend!Joshua

warnings: adult dialogue, tobacco use, female reader, mild religious themes as part of the story takes place in a church, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: finally, here's part 2 of Under Your Skin! We are still going strong with the long chapters lol I know the pairing for this series overall is Changbin and he is end game I promise but Y/N is in a serious and committed relationship with Joshua so there will be some action there lol

A huge thank you to my wife, Sky ☁️, for this entire story idea. Without her late night thoughts, as well as her constant hype and support this series wouldn’t even exist.

Also a massive thank you to @icybluehosh for her professional input on all things tattoos. You are a saint, my love and I thank you so much!

To everyone else, thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and line breaks made by me. Content and support banners made by me with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: dom!Joshua, brat!Reader, rough sex, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, and brat. Don’t question it. He calls her brat as a term of endearment when she’s being a brat), slight dirty talk, counter top sex , suggestive and implied sexual encounter in a church!!! and I think that's all. Of course, pls let me know if I missed anything!

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𝗰𝗵 𝟬𝟮 - 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗶

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It had been a few days since the incident at the club and you hadn’t heard from Joshua since that night. He’d texted you once to make sure you had indeed made it home safely. After that it was radio silence.

You weren’t as upset about it as you thought you’d be. You chalked it up to needing some space from one another after that fight.

Instead, you focused your time on work.

A new shipment of antiques had been brought in from your boss’ most recent trip abroad to collect items to resell. The shop was your home away from home. You spent most of your time here as it was your job.

You remembered seeing the shop when you were younger and coming in with your mother. You spent the short time you were in the shop wandering the shelves and looking at all the neat tea sets and other antiques that had been cleaned and restored with care.

When you turned 19, you expressed a desire to work and your parents supported it, saying it would help build character. Your father offered to give you a secretarial position at his company but you had something else in mind.

Your parents were confused about your desire to work at Serizawa’s but when they visited the shop again on the day you went in to apply, they couldn’t imagine you working anywhere else.

Your boss, a man named Isei Serizawa, was a kind elderly man in his late 60’s. His wife, Shinju, was a small woman, also in her 60’s, and spent her life as a stay at home mom, taking care of their two children. 

The couple started the shop back when they first got married. 

Back then it was in a small storefront in Shingu, near Fukuoka, Japan. They spent their life running the shop and living in the small town near the ocean. They had two children who went off to become extremely successful in both Tokyo and Osaka. 

After their children started their own families, the couple moved to Korea and settled in Sejong, bringing their shop with them. 

When you first started working at the shop, you mainly worked setting up the items to be sold and sweeping, manning the front of the shop. Eventually, you started to learn about the work Shinju did and asked her to teach you.

She found it nice to have someone interested in her work, restoring old tea sets and mending broken ones. She taught you everything she knew and as her arthritis started to get worse, she left the restoration work to you.

Mr. Serizawa restored furniture and old electronics, leaving the ceramics to you now that Shinju stayed at home, keeping her arthritis at bay with cross stitch and knitting.

Some time after you started working at the shop, the Serizawas’ grandson, Daniel, came to live with them, moving into their spare bedroom. 

You didn’t know the particulars of why he left Tokyo but your boss did tell you he wasn’t doing well. He was acting out and mixed in with the wrong crowd. 

When you first met Daniel, he seemed troubled and at first he was cold and initially it seemed like he didn’t like you being at the shop or the way the Serizawas treated you like family. Eventually he warmed up to you and came to see you almost like an older cousin.

He also began opening up to you once he started working in the shop when he wasn’t in school.

His grades, which had apparently been dismal at his school in Tokyo, were thriving out here in Sejong. He loved the small town atmosphere and the feeling of community that came with it.

He started doing so well, in both school and his personal life that the Serizawas let him move into the apartment above the shop so long as he kept his grades up and stayed out of trouble.

Since it was summer time and he’d kept his promises to keep his grades up and stay out of trouble, the Serizawas let him go on a school summer trip to Busan to visit the ocean and the island of Jeju. Daniel kept his grandparents in the loop, sending them pictures and letters as well as postcards of his trip.

The Serizawas and even you were happy to see him thriving and having the time of his life with his friends and classmates. He was due to return soon as summer was ending and school would be starting back up.

The ring of the bell brought you out of your hyperfocus and you quickly set the cup you were holding down, wiping your hands on your apron as you called out. “Be right there!

“This is a lot of stuff,” Jeongguk murmured as he followed Changbin into the shop. 

They’d driven past what felt like a dozen furniture shops in town until Changbin mentioned seeing this place and Jeongguk begrudgingly drove along the main street until they found the correct side street.

The shop wasn’t huge nor was it loud or ostentatious. It was a small brick building, nestled between a café and an ice cream parlor with a small alleyway leading between the coffee shop and the antique shop.

The sign was made from black wood, coated in a lacquer that made it shine with gold lettering that read the name ‘Serizawa’s.’ The windows on the front of the shop were large and rectangular, stopping about waist level with a row of planters full of neatly trimmed hedges and pruned flowering bushes.

The front door was the same black lacquered wood with a golden knob. 

Inside the shop was what Changbin could only describe as organized chaos. 

Jeongguk was right, there were a lot of items but they were organized neatly. There were five shelving units, each labeled clearly with all manner of antique items ranging from old typewriters and phones to toys of all kinds.

A series of floating shelves near the door were loaded with various tea sets from different backgrounds and each with distinct patterns. 

Jeongguk was immediately drawn to the porcelain, inspecting them as Changbin looked further around. On the back wall were various pieces of furniture, some on special wall mounted hangers to allow more space to peruse the shop.

A small tile section of flooring was between the entry way and the shelves where some pieces of furniture were displayed, almost like one would stage in a home or apartment. 

Next to the door was a long counter, behind which had lots of small porcelain trinkets and other knick knacks.

Across from the main door was a doorway with a thick and no doubt heavy green curtain. 

Changbin heard a voice call out to them when they first entered and a moment later, footsteps started shuffling from behind the curtain before the material was pulled back and Changbin’s eyes widened as a woman stepped out.

He’d only managed to get a good look at her a few times the other night but he was certain it was indeed Lilah’s friend, the same he’d intervened for when her boyfriend tried to forcibly remove her from the club.

Changbin watched as she stepped forward and recognition passed over her, well your, face. 

“Hey,” you said with a smile as you walked forward to meet them. “Hey,” Changbin said with a small smile. He wasn’t sure if you’d remember him.

“Nice to see you again,” you added as Jeongguk returned to Changbin’s side. ‘Well, she definitely remembers,’ he thought, a little bemused. 

“Yeah, I had no idea you worked here,” Changbin added as Jeongguk looked between the two of you.

A silence fell over the three of you before you finally spoke. 

“So, how can I help you guys?” You asked, looking between them. Changbin was so focused on your face as you spoke that he’d completely missed your question.

Jeongguk discreetly elbowed him, making him sputter before answering.

“Oh, right. I’m, uh, actually looking for some furniture,” he said softly. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and turned away to inspect the shelves some more. ‘Him and those damn tea sets.’

“What kind of furniture?” You asked, tilting your head to the side, reminding Changbin of one of Jeongguk’s puppies. It was cute. You were cute. 'This is neither the time nor the place,' Changbin mentally scolded himself to stop letting his mind wander.

‘Focus, you idiot!’

“Oh, just some accent pieces. Something vintage. Preferably black or red,” he answered, trying to sound casual.

You nodded a couple times, taking in his words before turning to the rest of the shop. “Actually, I think I've got a few pieces like that,” you replied. 

“I could show you if you’d like?” 

Changbin nodded and you smiled, beckoning him to follow as you moved towards the back of the shop.

He followed while Jeongguk stayed behind to continue to look at the tea sets.

“How many pieces are you wanting?” You asked as you led him to the back wall. “Just a couple. Maybe three at most. I’m really trying to find some chairs for the lobby of my shop,” Changbin answered as you both walked towards the back.

“What kind of shop?” You asked, sounding interested. 

“It’s a tattoo shop,” Changbin answered, expecting you to lose interest immediately.

“Oh, the one that just popped up on Market Street?”

Changbin was taken aback that not only were you interested in the shop but that you knew where it even was. He nodded wordlessly, wondering what other kinds of surprises you had.

“Lilah has been talking nonstop about it ever since the last shop closed. I’d never been to that one,” you added as the two of you neared the back of the shop. “The last shop seemed to be a favorite among the locals, what was it called?”

Changbin watched as you stopped, amused as you wracked your brain.

“Ink Moon Studios!” You said suddenly, as if having an ‘aha’ moment. Changbin’s smile widened as you turned to him. “I really liked the name of that shop. What’s yours called? I didn’t see any signs when I last went by.”

Changbin suddenly felt very self conscious. “Uh, White Lotus Studio,” he answered softly. “I like that,” you said, smiling warmly. 

“Maybe I’ll have to come by with Lilah some time.”

Changbin bit back the urge to smile. If you wanted to come by his shop, he wasn’t going to complain. Not one bit.

“So,” you said, stopping to point out a couple different pieces. 

“We have these,” you continued, showing him a couple of red velvet chairs. The wood was a dark reddish brown. “But I also have these,” you added, pointing out a chair and ottoman set.

Both pieces were black upholstery with white painted wood. “This is probably a long shot,” Changbin started. “But do you have anything with black and gold?” 

A smile spread across your face and you waved at him to follow you, leading him back towards the front of the shop.

Back at the staged area, you showed him two of the chairs. 

They were high wingback arm chairs with black velvet upholstery and gold painted wood with carved details. They were exactly what he was looking for and he mentally kicked himself for not noticing them as soon as he came in.

You were excited, showing them off as you explained the work that went into restoring them. 

“My boss just finished these last week. I was really excited when he showed me his plans for them.”

You pointed out the wood trim. “These details are all hand carved. They’re Rococo inspired pieces but obviously they aren’t that old,” you explained. “The gold paint is coated in a layer of epoxy which gives it the shine. The epoxy won’t wear down so obviously the paint won’t chip. The velvet is real and will have to be cleaned by hand with some velvet cleaner and a microfiber cloth.”

Changbin nodded as you spoke, kneeling down to look at the pieces and looking over them, inspecting the wood and looking at the supports under the cushion. “No offense to your boss, but how often do customers complain or return items?”

You smiled warmly again. “No offense taken. I think the only time we’ve had something returned it was a mirror. The frame got damaged when they were carrying it out to their car and Mr. Serizawa offered to fix it right away,” you explained.

“He’s been doing this his entire life and for him, it’s not about the money. It’s about bringing new life into these old pieces and making sure people love them as much as he does.” 

Changbin glanced up at you from where he was kneeling in front of the chair. “Impressive customer service,” Changbin noted with a smile.

You smiled again. 

“My boss strips all pieces down to the base before reinforcing any cracks or weaknesses in wood. He uses high quality foam and upholstery when refurbishing each piece,” you added.

Changbin stood up and walked around one of the chairs, continuing to inspect it.

“And he does all of this in the shop?” Changbin asked as he stopped to look up at you. Nodding in response you continued to speak. “He has a workshop in the back where he does all his restoration work,” you answered. 

“Like I said, he’s been doing this his whole life. He’s had this shop in Sejong since I was a little girl. Before that he lived near Fukuoka and had a shop there.”

Changbin looked up at you again as you spoke. His eyes trailed over your face, taking in your features before looking back down at the chair. He didn’t want to get caught essentially checking you out, though he really wanted to.

He needed to be professional. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable in any way.

Changbin nodded a couple times before clicking his tongue and looking back up at you with a smirk.

“I’ll take them.”

Changbin was immediately entranced by the smile that spread across your face. It was different from the warm and polite smiles you’d given him before. This was a genuine smile. The first he’d seen from you since meeting you the other night.

He’d thought you were pretty before, seeing you at the club under all the neon lights and then again today in the natural lighting that filtered into the shop but the moment this smile graced your face, it nearly took his breath away.

He was convinced he’d never seen someone so stunning.

“Perfect, I’ll go grab the paperwork,” you replied, drawing him out of his thoughts before excusing yourself to disappear behind the curtain.

Changbin watched as you disappeared behind the green material before Jeongguk hissed at him from across the shop. He turned to look at his friend who had been looking at the tea sets the whole time.

“These are so fucking expensive,” he hissed. “Who the fuck would buy something so outrageously priced!?” Changbin’s smile fell and he glared at his friend from across the store. “Knock it off!” Changbin hissed.

Jeongguk looked back at the tea set. “Who would spend almost a million won on this?” Changbin sighed, glaring at his friend. “Stop it! She might hear you!”

Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not my fault they’re priced so high.”

Changbin was staring daggers at Jeongguk when the curtain opened and you returned, carrying some papers, a polite smile on your face. Changbin wondered if you’d heard them bickering. If you had, your face didn’t let it show.

“These are a formality,” you explained as you handed over the small stack of papers. “Basically just going over what was done to refurbish the items and how we recommend you take care of them.”

You smiled at him as Changbin flipped through the pages quickly. He glanced up as you were looking at the price tag of the chairs and writing on a small pad of paper, filling in the boxes and adding the sales tax.

You finished and gestured for Changbin to follow you to the counter near the door so you could properly ring him up.

Jeongguk was still looking at the tea sets as Changbin pulled out his wallet and waited for you to do your thing, tapping away at the register screen.

“Okay, the total comes to five-hundred and fifty thousand won,” you said with a smile. “How much?” Jeongguk asked, whipping his head around. “That’s for both chairs and I gave you a discount since you’re buying both of them,” you explained.

Ignoring Jeongguk’s glare, Changbin opened his wallet, pulled out his card and waited for you to input his total before turning the screen around for him to pay.

The transaction only took a few moments but it was long enough for Jeongguk to interrupt the silence, yet again.

“Can I ask you something?”

‘Oh god, here we go.’

You glanced up as Changbin signed his name. “Yes?”

Jeongguk gestured at the shelf. “How do you choose the prices for these things?”

Your cheeks burned at his inquiry and there was no doubt in Changbin’s mind that you had heard them bickering earlier. He desperately wanted to apologize for Jeongguk’s rudeness but was unable to do so as you started speaking.

“Well, it’s really hard to put an exact price on art,” you started as you printed Changbin’s receipt and stapled it to his paperwork. Changbin thanked you as you handed him his papers.

“Some of those sets are almost a hundred years old,” you continued, leaning on the counter as Changbin put his wallet away, both he and Jeongguk engrossed in your words. 

“That specific set, the one that’s almost a million won, is a rare bone China tea set from England and is about 150 years old.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened and he looked back at the set.

“The prices are determined by the age, condition, and rarity of each item. We also factor in how much work went into restoring each piece. That set came to us in multiple pieces.”

Jeongguk turned back to face you. “So it was restored in the store?”

You nodded as Changbin watched you. 

“Yes. Everything is restored and cleaned in the shop before we sell it.”

Jeongguk chuckled, looking back at the sets. “I'm picturing a cute little elderly lady in the back, cleaning the tea sets,” he murmured but loud enough for both you and Changbin to hear.

Changbin chuckled as well, shaking his head at the image Jeongguk put in his head. A small giggle came from you, causing both to look in your direction.

“Actually, there’s no little old lady,” you said, giggles subsiding.

“I do all the tea sets.”

Changbin’s eyes widened as did Jeongguk’s.

“Wait, you restore the tea sets?” Jeongguk asked. You nodded with a slight redness to your cheeks. “I do,” you answered.

“That’s so… impressive,” Changbin said, making you blush deeper. “What made you get into this line of work?” Jeongguk asked.

“Well, I spent a good portion of my youth and teens attending fancy parties and soirees and I’ve been to more tea parties than I care to count,” you explained as both men continued to listen.

“I’ve never really liked tea that much if I’m being honest, but I’ve always loved the sets.” A small smile spread across your face as you reminisced.

“And the sets were always so pretty. All the intricate patterns and details have this way of drawing you in.” You were so engrossed in your explanation you didn’t notice the way Changbin was looking at you.

“Both the art and even the soft clink of porcelain brings me a great sense of nostalgia,” you continued softly as both men watched you, especially Changbin, with a deep fascination.

"The Japanese have a word for it. Natsukashii."

Changbin had never heard someone speak so passionately about tea sets. Normally he wouldn’t be interested but the fact that you were in it for the art was something he appreciated greatly.

“I’m sorry,” you said suddenly, waving your hand. “I went off on a tangent there.”

You cleared your throat and turned to look at Changbin. 

“We’ll be open until 8 today, so you’re welcome to swing by any time to pick up your chairs. I’ll go ahead and put the sold signs and grab the plastic from the back to wrap them up.”

Changbin smiled and nodded. “I’ll be back before then with a truck,” he replied, standing up straight before tapping the counter softly with his knuckles. “See you then,” you replied with a warm smile.

Jeongguk finally turned away from the tea sets but not before looking at the set below the one he’d called out for being expensive. “What about this one?”

Changbin could have strangled his friend. 

He knew you were probably up to your elbows in work and he really didn’t want to keep you any longer than was necessary.

You must have been some sort of saint, smiling kindly and moving around the counter to get a better look at the set Jeongguk was pointing at.

Changbin allowed himself to look at it and understood why Jeongguk was so intrigued.

It was a black traditional tea set. The black was broken up but lines of gold. It was extremely striking. The inside of the cups was white with speckled blue.

“That’s a traditional Japanese tea set,” you answered. “It’s about fifty years old. It’s made from ceramic as most Japanese sets are,” you answered. “It’s from Kyoto and comes from a very popular geisha house. The story is that it fell while being transported and it cracked, several of the chawan broke into multiple pieces.”

Changbin glanced back at the set. “What’s the gold?” He asked suddenly.

“It’s powdered gold,” you replied, looking at him, meeting his gaze when he turned to look at you. “Have you ever heard of kintsugi?”

Both Changbin and Jeongguk shook their heads. “It’s something I learned from my boss’ wife. She used to restore tea sets before her arthritis set in,” you explained, squeezing between the two to grab the tea pot.

You turned it and showed them the various lines of gold. “This teapot was originally broken into 6 separate pieces when it came to the store. Using resin and gold powder I attached the pieces together. This is called hibi which means crack,” you said as you set the teapot back on the shelf.

“There are other methods but usually I only do this one,” you continued.

“If a piece is missing, sometimes we’ll substitute with a piece from another set but I have yet to have to do that.”

“So why the gold?” Jeongguk asked, asking the question on the tip of Changbin’s tongue.

“Kintsugi is about displaying the imperfections rather than covering them up. It’s the belief that the imperfections are what make it beautiful. As a philosophy, kintsugi treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object. The imperfections become part of the item,” you explained.

Changbin glanced up at his friend who was deep in thought as he looked at the black and gold set. Before Jeongguk could ask anymore questions, Changbin grabbed his friend by the elbow. “I think we’ve taken up enough of Y/N’s time,” he said gently tugging his friend towards the door.

Changbin turned to you as he guided Jeongguk out the door. “Thank you so much,” he said, smiling at you. You returned the gesture, giving him a small bow. “Thank you for coming in,” you replied, giving him a small wave as he exited.

Once the door shut behind them Changbin rounded on Jeongguk. “First you insult the items and then you won’t shut up and stop asking questions?” He asked as they walked down the sidewalk where Jeongguk’s car was parked.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, lowering his mask. “Okay, I admit, the whole price thing, that was out of line. But I was genuinely curious about the sets! It was actually kind of fascinating. I’ve never seen or heard someone talk about tea sets like that,” he replied as he unlocked the car.

Both men opened their doors and slid into their seats. “She’s passionate about it,” Jeongguk continued as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car, the engine roaring to life. “She’s in it for the art,” Changbin added. 

“I think that's something we both can appreciate.”

You watched as Changbin and Jeongguk walked down the sidewalk and out of sight. Once they’d disappeared beyond your scope of vision, you turned and headed back into the backroom to file the store’s copy of the paperwork away and return to your workspace.

The backroom was where you spent a good majority of your time, taking Shinju’s old station. It was a sturdy desk made of white oak wood in the shape of an L. One of the sides was pushed up against the back wall of the workshop and had an attached cabinet.

Inside the cabinet were various tools you used to restore sets including a vast array of paints and paintbrushes. Not only did you clean and seal cracks in the ceramics but you also touched up any painting that needed it.

It was a lot of fine details and tended to be very tedious but you’d always had a particularly steady hand and a deep love for art to begin with. Normally you painted on canvas in your youth. Now the ceramic was your canvas.

You took a seat on your cushioned chair, grabbing the heavy knitted blanket Shinju had gifted you last year to keep your legs warm. For some reason, the back of the shop always got extremely cold, even in the heat of the summer.

Picking up the cup you were currently working on, you started back up, dipping your brush into the small mug of water before dipping it into the gold paint.

The swirls came naturally as the brush tip glided across the ceramic. It was easy work and it took up a decent amount of time. You listened to the music over the shop speakers, simple classical tunes that were pleasant to the ear.

As you continued painting along the rim of the cup, time ticked by on the clock to your right. You hardly paid the face any attention as you worked. Only glancing at it when you felt necessary to gauge how much time before you needed to start cleaning up.

What felt like only minutes but was probably closer to an hour went by before the familiar tinkling of the bell caught your attention. You set the cup down on the cloth that stretched over the workspace before cleaning the brush and quickly patting it dry.

“Hello?” A familiar voice called from the showroom.

You got up, brushing off your apron before heading to the curtain only for it to be pulled back and the face of your boyfriend appeared.

Upon seeing you, Joshua gave you a smile, one you almost returned before remembering that he hadn’t spoken to you since the night at the club.

Joshua noticed the change in your demeanor, the chill in your stare.

“I come with a peace offering,” he said, holding up a brown paper sack without a logo. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously before beckoning him to join you in the back room. 

Once he’d passed the doorway, you moved out to the showroom, crossed to the door and turned the lock before flipping the small sign that read ‘be back soon.’

You returned to the backroom, letting the curtain fall behind you before crossing your arms over your chest and fixing your boyfriend with a blank expression. You were waiting for an apology.

Joshua understood your body language immediately and set the bag on the small table just inside the back room where you usually sat to eat lunch. “I know,” you heard him say softly.

“I messed up,” he continued, moving to place his hands gently on your shoulders.

“I messed up big time and I am so sorry for the way I acted at the club the other night.” 

Looking into his face, you could see the sincerity etched upon his features. He really did mean it. But you weren’t satisfied. That wasn’t all he had to answer for in your opinion.

“And?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And I'm sorry for not talking to you since that night,” Joshua added immediately.

You pursed your lips. "And?"

Joshua gave you a confused look until you sighed and shrugged off your cardigan, showing him the now bruised spot on your arm. The same spot he'd grabbed roughly the night at the club.

His eyes fell on the mark and the confusion melted away as he immediately took your arm gently. "Oh my god, baby," he murmured as he inspected the bruise. "I'm so sorry."

"You're lucky Lilah hasn't seen this. Or my parents," you replied pulling your cardigan back on, fixing Joshua with a blank stare. He immediately reached up, cupping your cheek. "I am so, so sorry, Y/N. I really did not mean to grab you like that."

You nodded wordlessly. "I know," you replied. "But it doesn't change the fact that you did. You need to be more mindful of your actions, Joshua." He nodded in agreement. 

"Of course," he answered. "Hold me accountable. What I did was wrong and inexcusable." He took your hands in his, looking into your eyes. "I promise I'll be more mindful and to pay more attention." He gave your hands a gentle squeeze.

Once you nodded, showing that you both understood and forgave him, Joshua pulled you into a hug, swaying you both lightly until you broke the silence. "So, what's in the bag?"

Joshua had stopped by one of your favorite delis, getting you a lunch special with a sandwich and a cup of soup. The two of you sat at the small break table, eating lunch and chatting.

Joshua explained what he had been up to the last few days and answered your questions about work while you finished your food.

He had just finished explaining something one of the project leads had done when the shrill ringing of the phone cut him off. "Oh shoot," you murmured, getting up and crossing the backroom to answer the landline at Mr. Serizawa's work desk.

"Serizawa’s, this is Y/N speaking," you answered politely.

"Hello, Y/N. It's Isei," a voice on the other side said.

"Oh, hello Mr. Serizawa!"

Joshua had gotten up from the table and crossed the room as you listened to your boss speak. You felt Joshua's presence looming behind you and just as suddenly, you could feel his hands on your hips as he reached you.

"I'm not going to be able to come in later to close the shop," Mr. Serizawa started. "Shinju isn't feeling too great so I'm going to have to take her to the clinic." You furrowed your brow.

"Is she going to be okay?" you asked quickly, ignoring Joshua whispering the word "what" into your ear.

"I'm not sure. Hopefully it's nothing too serious but I'd like you to close up early. And please take the deposit to the bank for me. I don't think I'll be able to get it done by noon tomorrow."

You nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Of course, Mr. Serizawa. I made a sale today so I'll call them and let them know to come sooner to pick up their items," you replied. "I hope Mrs. Serizawa is okay and tell her I'm thinking of her."

"Thank you Y/N. I will keep you updated. Goodbye"

The line clicked, indicating he had hung up.

You immediately set the phone back down.

"Everything okay?" Joshua asked as you sighed, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Shinju isn't feeling great so Mr. Serizawa is going to take her to the clinic," you said as you turned in his arms.

"He wants me to close the shop early," you added. "Which reminds me." You gently pushed Joshua back and moved over to the filing cabinet to pull out the file with Changbin's receipt.

"I need to call him back so he can come get his items," you murmured as you moved back to the work desk and picked up the phone. Joshua leaned against the counter top, watching you dial the number on the receipt.

The line rang a couple times before it picked up. "Hello?"

"Hi, may I speak with Changbin?"

"Speaking, who is this?"

"It's Y/N. I just got a call from the owner and he's asked me to close the shop early. If you want to still pick up your chairs today, you might want to head over here as soon as possible. I'll be closing the shop within the hour," you explained, playfully swatting Joshua's hand as it started to wander.

"Oh, hang on a sec," Changbin said before speaking indistinctly to someone else. You waited a couple moments before he returned. "I'll be by in ten minutes. Twenty at most," Changbin finally said.

You smiled in relief. "Okay, I'll see you soon," you replied. "Bye bye." You hung up and turned to Joshua who grabbed your waist and pulled you toward him. "Who was that?"

"Just a customer. He came in earlier to buy some chairs," you answered, looking at Joshua. "How long did he say he'd be?" Your boyfriend gave you a mischievous grin. You shook your head.

"He'll be here soon," you answered, trying to pull away but Joshua held you firmly in place. "So like twenty minutes?" he asked with a smirk, leaning in to kiss you. You pulled back much too quickly for his liking. "My lunch break is almost over, Mr. Hong," you said sternly. Joshua snorted but leaned in for another kiss.

His lips parted yours, tongue slipping past and just as quickly, he turned both of you, pressing against you and pinning you against the work desk. "Joshua," you warned as his lips started to wander, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

"Come on," he murmured. "There's a lot I can do in twenty minutes," he continued, one hand sliding down your hip to the hem of your dress. Why you chose to wear such a short one today, you'd never understand.

Your hand quickly grabbed his wrist as his hand dipped between your thighs. "Joshua Hong!" you chastised, eyes widening at the devilish smirk on his face. "Come on, baby," he urged. "I promise I'll be quick." You shook your head, pulling his hand away.

"No way, mister," you answered. "I'd like to keep my job."

Joshua sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. "You're no fun," he grumbled. You smiled cheerfully, giving him a quick peck on the lips before moving to clean up the break table and wash your hands. 

Joshua sulked, watching you clean up and start putting away your painting supplies before setting the tea set you were working on in one of the empty cabinets and shutting the door.

Just as you were finishing up, there was a knock at the front door. You wiped your hands on your apron and ignored your boyfriend's pout to go answer the door.

Once past the curtain, you saw Changbin with Chris standing at the door, chatting amongst themselves. You approached the door, unlocked it and opened it to greet them.

"Hey," you said cheerfully as you let them into the shop as Joshua appeared from behind the curtain. You caught a glimpse of his expression and you could tell he was now upset.

You narrowed your eyes, silently telling him to knock it off.

"They shouldn't be too heavy, Changbin noted as he and Chris moved over to the two chairs. You waited by the door for them to pick up the chairs which they each did with relative ease.

Holding the door open, you let them pass by you as they carried the chairs out to the waiting truck. Chris set the chair he carried down before opening the tailgate of his truck. Each one of them carefully loaded the covered chairs into the bed.

You watched as Chris climbed in, starting to carefully secure the chairs with rope. Once tied down, Chris hopped down while Changbin walked over to where you stood on the stoop.

"Thanks again for giving me the heads up," he said with a smile, one you returned. "Of course," you answered. "I don't know when your shop is opening and I'm sure you'd want to have these chairs now rather than later." Changbin nodded before glancing past you into the shop where Joshua stood, arms crossed and looking unimpressed. Changbin quickly looked back at you.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly. Your heart pounded in your chest at his soft expression. He barely knew you and yet here he was, being so sweet and making sure you were okay. You nodded.

"Yeah. We're fine," you answered. Changbin nodded and turned to look back at Chris. "All set?" he asked. The other man nodded, giving him double thumbs up. "All set!"

Changbin turned back to face you. "Thank you again," he said with that same soft smile. "I'll see you around, Y/N!"

With a wave, he jogged around to the passenger side of the truck as Chris got into the driver's seat. Once they were settled, Chris started the truck which roared to life, and the two took off, pulling out carefully onto the main street and heading out of view.

You stepped back into the shop, letting the door shut before you turned the lock and turned, just now remembering Joshua was in the shop, arms still crossed, and an unmistakable scowl on his face.

"What was that?" he demanded as you walked towards him. " What was what?" you asked as you reached the curtain and pushed it aside, letting it catch in the curtain hook. Joshua followed you into the backroom as you moved towards the supply closet for the broom and dustpan. "You know what," he argued.

"He was a customer, Joshua," you said, no longer amused by his behavior. "All the smiles and waves? What the hell was that?" he asked again as you grabbed the broom and started sweeping.

"He was a customer," you reiterated. "I'm nice to all my customers," you continued as you swept the backroom. It took less than five minutes to sweep as it wasn't a busy day and Mr. Serizawa hadn't been in the shop to work on furniture. You dumped the dustbin and moved to the front of the store, Joshua hot on your heels. "I don't like him," he said as he watched you.

"You don't even know him," you retorted.

"Neither do you."

"Chris does."

"You don't know Chris so you couldn't possibly trust his judgment."

"Lilah knows them."

You savored your victory when Joshua fell silent. He couldn't argue with that. "In any case, I think you should stay away from him," Joshua finally said. You paused your sweeping to turn and look at him. "Are we really having the whole control conversation again?"

Confusion was replaced by realization as Joshua's posture relaxed. "I'm only thinking about your safety," he answered. You sighed, turning away and rolling your eyes. "I'll be just fine," you replied.

Joshua said nothing, instead checked his watch and huffed.

"I'd better get back to the office," he announced, disappearing into the backroom to grab his jacket before returning. "Are you going to be okay walking home by yourself?" he asked. You nodded as he approached, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

"Text me when you get home," he added before heading to the door and unlocking it. "And lock this door as soon as I leave," he added with a faux stern expression. You rolled your eyes playfully and walked over as he exited, closing the door behind him and waited for you to turn the deadbolt.

After checking the door, he waved and headed to his waiting car. You watched as he got in and drove off before flipping the closed sign and pulling the shade on the door window down.

You resumed sweeping until you were certain every nook and cranny was swept. Returning the broom and dustpan to the supply closet, you bagged up all trash and took the bag out to the dumpster in the alley behind the shop.

Once back inside, you locked the backdoor and headed up front to pull the shades down on all the windows and then went behind the counter to count the register for all the cash transactions.

After counting and adding it to the ledger, you headed into Mr. Serizawa's office to access the safe and collect the deposit for the bank. Putting the money in the locking cash bag, you put the bag inside your purse and tripled checked all doors were locked.

You grabbed your jacket, purse, and keys and headed out the door, making sure to lock both locks before heading down the sidewalk towards the bank. This wasn't the first time you'd deposited money for Mr. Serizawa and you were glad he trusted you with such a task.

The walk to the bank took only about ten minutes and once you deposited the money and got the receipt, you were about half way to your apartment when you realized you forgot your phone and your apartment key.

Cursing yourself, you begrudgingly turned back and headed to the shop. It added an additional 20 minutes but soon you had your phone and house key in hand and you were back outside the shop, locking the knob and deadbolt.

You were fiddling with the deadbolt when you heard someone call your name.

Looking over your shoulder, you were met by the smiling face of--

"Jeonghan!" you said as you finally got the deadbolt to slide into place and turned to properly greet the man. He gave you a warm smile. “How have you been?” He asked as you returned the shop keys to your purse.

“I’ve been good!” 

An awkward silence filled the air before Jeonghan spoke.

“You closing up the shop?”

You shook your head before nodding. “Well, sort of,” you answered. 

“I closed earlier but forgot my phone and house keys like an idiot.”

Jeonghan’s expression shifted from warm to confused. “You aren’t an idiot,” he replied. “We all forget things from time to time.” You nodded wordlessly.

“Well, I’d better get home.”

“Would you mind if I walked you home?”

You both stared at one another before laughing. “Go ahead,” Jeonghan continued. “What were you going to say?”

“Just that I should probably head home,” you replied. Jeonghan nodded. “I was going to offer to walk you, but I’m sure you’ll manage on your own,” he stated.

“Yes,” you answered. “But thank you anyway.”

The two of you parted ways after an awkward goodbye and you made the short walk back to your apartment, stopping just inside the door to grab your mail and head up to your floor. 

As you reached the top of the stairs, the front door of the apartment next door opened, your neighbor poking his head out.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, catching your attention. You looked over to see his normally tidy black hair was tousled, glasses slightly askew. “Are you okay?” You asked, mildly concerned. “You don’t look so good, Wonwoo.”

Your neighbor shook his head. “I’m alright. I just realized, halfway into my shower, that I don’t have any body wash. Could I borrow some? I’ve got a date tonight and you’d really be doing me a favor.”

You tried to hold back your laughter. “I would except I think my body wash might not go over too well with your date. She might think you have a girlfriend,” you answered. Wonwoo stared blankly at you until your words sank in.

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he finally said, eyes widening. “What do I do?”

You finally let out a laugh before shrugging. “If you’re really in a pinch, dish soap would probably work,” you answered. Wonwoo’s face lit up. “Brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?” You shook your head. “No idea.”

“Thanks Y/N,” Wonwoo said before disappearing into his apartment and shutting the door, leaving you to unlock your own door and enter your apartment, letting the door shut behind you before locking it and looking over your mail as you entered your apartment.

After sorting your mail and going through the important papers, you started your usual nighttime ritual of dinner, a movie, and your evening bedtime routine. Once in bed, you made sure your phone was plugged in and your alarm was set for the next morning.

The next morning was Sunday which meant it was time for church. It wasn’t your favorite activity but you didn’t have much of a choice when it came to attendance. Your mother and father always made you attend in your youth and while you didn’t necessarily believe, your attendance was expected.

The vibration of your phone caught your attention as you sat at your vanity having just finished your makeup.

You sighed, turning to grab your phone as you checked the screen. It was your mother. You swiped the screen, bringing the device up to your ear as you looked over your outfit choices. “Hello?”

Your mother’s dulcet voice greeted you.

“Good morning, dear,” she said soothingly. “Did I wake you?”

You rolled your eyes. “No mother,” you answered as you picked up a hanger, inspecting the outfit. It was a white tweed jacket and skirt set with a gold pattern and a short sleeve white turtleneck.

“I’ve been up for about an hour now.”

“Are you getting ready?” You nodded, resisting the urge to sigh annoyed at her tone. “I am,” you answered. “Picking out an outfit now.”

“I’m sure you’ll select something appropriate,” your mother responded. “Mhm,” you replied, not really paying attention to what she was saying. “How are you planning to get to the church?” Your mother suddenly asked.

You hesitated. “Uh… I had planned to walk,” you answered. You heard your mother tut. “We’ll just send a car to come get you.” You sighed heavily. 

Your parents lived in a gated community on the west side of Sejong, a much nicer area of the city, though most of the city was nice. Your family came from money, as did most of your friends. Your friend group attended the best private schools in Sejong, continuing onto university and never having to worry about how to pay for tuition or books. You knew how fortunate you were and how privileged your upbringing was. 

“I’m perfectly fine walking,” you retorted as you set the suit down and picked up another outfit, a short sleeve ribbed white turtleneck with a black skirt and a split cropped short sleeve blazer. One side was entirely black while the other side and the collar was a black with white plaid pattern.

“Don’t be silly, dear. It would take such a long time for you to walk there. Our driver will come get you. We’ll send Martin.” You knew there was no point in arguing and relented. “Fine,” you answered. “I’ll see you at the church, mother.”

Before she had the opportunity to redirect the conversation, you said goodbye and hung up. “This one,” you said, turning to your closet and grabbing a belt and a pair of shoes to match.

Once dressed and looking up to your own standards of “church ready” you grabbed a small clutch purse and put a few items inside; lip gloss, phone, compact, and wallet. You weren’t sure if you were going to go out to eat after services or if you were going to come straight home but you wanted to be prepared either way.

As you headed out of your apartment, your phone vibrated in your purse. Locking your door before you forgot, you puled the device from your bag and checked the notifications. A slew of texts from Lilah filled the screen.

Lilah🌕: are you going today? Lilah🌕: i don’t know why you pretend to believe Lilah🌕: we could be doing more productive things Rolling your eyes with a slight smirk, you typed a response. You: you know how my parents would freak if I stopped coming You: besides, it’s not that bad

Lilah’s response was instantaneous and you pictured here lounging on her bed, waiting for you to text her back.

Lilah🌕: speak for yourself. You don’t get weird stares when you’re just sitting there existing. All those people follow teaching that tell them not to judge yet that’s all those hypocrites do Lilah🌕: skip services and come see me instead Lilah🌕: I miss you ):

You sighed as you took a break from her messages to head down the stairs. After the last time you tried to text while traversing the stairs ended up with a trip to the hospital and a twisted ankle followed by bed rest and a bulky brace, you learned your lesson.

Once you were on flat ground again, you stopped by your building’s front door and peered out the glass, looking for the car your mother insisted on sending. You saw nothing and instead went back to your messages.

Lilah🌕: where you go? ):< You: i was walking down the stairs lol calm down Lilah🌕: oh yeah. We don’t want a repeat of last time You: i remember thanks lol anyway i can’t skip You: my mother is sending a car to pick me up Lilah🌕: BOOOO. BOO KAREN You: my mother’s name isn’t Karen Lilah🌕: no but your mother IS a Karen You: 🧍🏻‍♀️  Lilah🌕: just tell Jeeves that you don’t feel well and come see me instead :> Lilah🌕: we can order pizza and watch Gilmore Girls! You: ugh i wish but i can’t back out now Lilah🌕: why not? ):< You: because the car just got here

You sighed and locked your screen as a familiar silver car pulled up.

It was definitely one of your father’s, a silver Lexus. Your father loved his Lexuses.

The driver’s door opened and a tall man, who you presumed to be Martin, in a black suit with black sunglasses stepped out, moving to open the back passenger door like some sort of secret service. 

Holding in a chuckle, you descended the steps, smiling as he greeted you with a formal “morning miss.” You thanked him as you climbed into the back, settling in the seat as Martin shut the door and walked back to the driver’s side.

The interior was an off-white leather and rather spacious. Leave it to your parents to send such a nice car to pick you up for church.

Once Martin put the car in gear and pulled onto the street, you returned to your texts with your best friend.

Lilah🌕: boo. Throw up on him You: lilah! 💀 Lilah🌕: what?? He’ll leave you there to go home and change and then tell Karen that he refuses to pick you up ever again. It’s a win-win! You: absolutely not lol Lilah🌕: sometimes you’re no fun Lilah🌕: you already on your way there? You: yeah. It’s so quiet in the car. No music, no conversation, nothing Lilah🌕: not even Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9, No. 2? Lilah🌕: what has happened to society? How could they not play Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9, No. 2 You: oh stop it lol 😂 You: i just meant it’s really awkward right now.

The car jostled as it hit a small bump and Martin apologized quietly, glancing at you in the rearview. “It’s not a problem, Martin,” you replied kindly. “Just another sign that Sejong needs to focus on repairing some of these roads instead of the other ventures they seem to be spend on,” you added as you looked back down.

Lilah🌕: you mean Jeeves isn’t the most fabulous conversationalist you’ve ever met? Lilah🌕: absolutely unacceptable. How did he even land that job? You: your sarcasm is leaking through my screen, Li Lilah🌕: good 🥰 Lilah🌕: i’m gonna watch a movie. Text me when the cult meeting is over You: Lilah! Lilah🌕: love you!! ❤️😘

You chuckled as you put your phone away, looking up as Martin pulled up outside the cathedral. You took a deep breath as Martin got out to open the door and you stepped out as members of the congregation started filing into the open doors, some stopping to greet others.

You thanked Martin as you brushed your skirt and looked back up. You didn’t see your parents anywhere outside and figured they must be inside already. Taking another deep breath, you followed the throngs of people entering the building and climbed the stone steps up to the doors.

Inside the foyer were small crowds of people, all speaking to one another. The doors that led into the main room were still closed as no doubt the staff were preparing for the services. You finally caught sight of your parents who were standing off to one side talking with Joshua’s parents, your boyfriend standing nearby and looking like he was part of the conversation.

You squeezed through the crowded foyer, saying excuse me until you reached them. Joshua was the first to spot you as you approached. He greeted you with a smile, breaking from the group to pull you into a light hug, pressing a kiss to your temple before your parents and his noticed your presence.

“Oh good,” you heard your mother say as Joshua guided you over to both sets of parents. You noticed another couple of your parents’ friends were standing in the circle and you could feel their eyes scrutinizing not only you but Joshua as well.

You saw the way the woman, whose name you forgot, looked over you, scanning your outfit and how you had presented yourself. It made you feel like a child all over again and you were showing your parent what you had picked to wear on the first day of school.

“You’ve made it,” your mother said, drawing your attention from the woman silently judging your choice of attire. You weren’t sure why she was judging you so hard, especially when she was wearing what you assumed was a dress. It looked like something she’d probably been wearing since the 1980’s and probably should have stayed there.

“What are you wearing?” Your mother asked softly, eyes looking at your jacket.

You glanced down and then back up. “What?” You asked. “What’s wrong with it?”

You saw the way your mother glanced to the side, probably to see if anyone was looking at you. Glancing back, you saw that no one was. “It just doesn’t seem appropriate for church,” your mother responded before turning as her name was called and she greeted another member of the congregation with your father in tow. You tried not to let her words get to you.

After all, you were used to this. You’d expected the scrutiny but for some reason, it still hurt. You were an adult now and she still treated you like a child.

You felt an arm around your shoulders before Joshua whispered in your ear. “You look nice,” he said softly. The sour feeling that had started to prickle at the back of your throat started to subside, as did the heat of embarrassment.

He always managed to calm you down when it came to your mother.

“Thanks,” you replied just as softly. “I think you look amazing in everything you wear,” Joshua added, kissing your cheek. Your cheeks burned and you mumbled at him to stop though that was the last thing you wanted.

You giggled as Joshua nuzzled your cheek until you heard his mother’s sharp voice calling his name. Joshua looked over his shoulder at her. “We are in public,” she said sternly, fixing you with a steely glare. Like it was your fault for Joshua’s behavior. “You’re right,” Joshua said turning back to look at you, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head to place a kiss on your lips right as the doors opened.

“Joshua!” You heard his mother hiss. Joshua rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips. “I’ll see you later,” he murmured, giving you one last peck before you were dragged away by your mother who reprimanded you for public displays of affection as she led you and your stoic father to a row of benches about half way into the room. 

You were thankful to be sitting at the furthest end of the row closest to the outside wall as more people filed into the church, filling the rows. Your mother was sat on the other side of your father who merely checked his watch before looking around the room, almost as if he was bored and you were left wondering if he even wanted to be here.

As the rows behind and in front of you filled up, your parents greeted the other members of the congregation, speaking about everything ranging from business to their plans for the week. Your mother talked about upcoming charity events and soirees while your father spoke strictly business and golf.

You checked your phone quickly, seeing Lilah had sent you a couple texts about the movie she was watching and reminding you to text her when you got out of church. You were about to put your phone away when you got another text. One from your boyfriend.

Joshy: put your phone away ma’am

A smile spread across your face as you typed a response.

You: you first Joshy: i can see you 👁  You: well, it’s not like i’m trying to hide from you Joshy: turn around

You looked behind you and saw him a couple rows behind with his parents, staring directly at you with a smirk.

You turned back to look at your phone.

Joshy: hi You: you’re such a dork Joshy: you still love me You: do i? 🤔  Joshy: i’m wounded ): 💔 You: poor baby Joshy: hey. I’m not a baby 😠 You: awww is the widdle baby mad? Joshy: i’m NOT a baby Joshy: you’re the baby Joshy: you’re my baby You: i know 😌🥰 You: okay princess 🙄 Joshy: you really should put your phone away though You: i’m a rebel  Joshy: is that so? You: yes 😈 Joshy: I'm not sure you should be using that emoji in a house of worship 🤨 You: just goes to show I'm a rebel 😎💅🏻 Joshy: okay Rebel Girl, meet me in the basement ten minutes after the services start You: we can’t leave! 😶 Joshy: i thought you were a rebel 🤨 You: i am ):< Joshy: prove it to me You: i dont know Josh… Joshy: either you’re your parents’ good girl or your mine Joshy: you decide You: but Josh ): Joshy: ten minutes. I’ll see you downstairs ♥️

You glanced up as the sermon started, slipping your phone into your purse and placing your hands over it. The pastor’s words seemed to just go into one ear and out the other as you tried to think of a way to sneak away.

Checking your watch you saw you only had a couple minutes left. ‘How the hell am I going to get away?’ You glanced around, eyes scanning the congregation. Most eyes were on the pastor as he spoke, his droning voice no doubt boring into their brains much like it did to yours.

You noticed several kids were either dozing off, playing on their phones, or just flat out asleep. Even some adults were dozing off. You heard whispered voices behind you and glanced back in time to see Joshua whispering to his mother and getting up.

Turning back forward, you stared at the back of the bench before you, wracking your brain until Lilah’s words to you earlier hit you.

‘Throw up on him.’

‘That’s it!’ You leaned forward slightly, dropping your head. Your father merely glanced at you but your mother leaned across him to ask you what the matter was. You lifted your head briefly. “I think I’m going to be sick,” you whispered. Your mother studied your body and so you threw in a fake retch for good measure.

“Go to the bathroom. Do not throw up here.”

You nodded and got up slowly, making sure to move as quickly as possible but not too quickly. Once you were out in the foyer, you turned to the right and headed for the steps that lead into the basement of the church where a few rooms for classes and a secondary set of bathrooms were.

You walked down the hallway, keeping your head on a swivel to keep an eye out for not only your boyfriend but staff as well. You were passing an empty room when you felt a hand grab your arm and tug you into the room, another hand clamping over your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

Your heart hammered as Joshua pushed you against a wall, shutting the door behind him.

You let out a deep exhale as he removed his hand. “Sorry,” he said with a sheepish grin. “I didn’t want you to scream.” You hit him lightly with your purse. “You scared the crap out of me!” You hissed as he cackled softly. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said as he leaned in, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Let me make it up to you?”

You felt one of his hands slid up between your legs. “We are in a church,” you hissed as his hand continued under your skirt. “That hasn’t stopped us before,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that again,” you whispered as his lips moved to your neck, leaving light, feathery kisses that verged on tickling.

“I guess I forgot that memo.”

You rolled your eyes, let out a soft gasp as his fingers made contact with your cloth covered sex. “Joshua!” You warned, though it couldn’t have been much of a warning when your voice was so shaky. Joshua clearly heard the tremble in your voice.

“You sure you want me to stop?” He asked, his hand stopping. You shook your head quickly. “No,” you gasped. Joshua smiled against your skin. “Good girl.”

"Have you seen my charger?"

Changbin glanced up, making eye contact with Minho who was peering into the room, holding up his wall plug but the cord was missing. Changbin shook his head and returned to his tablet.

Minho narrowed his eyes as his boss. "Did you take it?" he asked the younger man. Changbin glanced back up before fishing his phone out of his pocket and holding it up for Minho to see.

"Why would I take an Apple charger for an Apple device when I use exclusively Samsung products?" he asked, lips threatening to twitch into a smirk as he returned the same scrutinizing stare.

Minho only held his gaze for a few moments more before conceding. "What about Jeongguk?" he asked as Changbin pocket his phone and went back to ordering supplies on his tablet.

"Also Samsung," a voice said, causing Minho to turn and look up at the man in question as Jeongguk held up his phone. "Ask your roommate," Jeongguk added as he returned his phone to his pocket. Minho glared in the direction of Chris' station before slinking out of the room like a cat.

Jeongguk snorted as Minho could be heard in the background.

"Give me back my charger you thieving, two-faced Australian bitch!"

Changbin shook his head, holding in his laughter as he finished adding items to his cart. He glanced up as Jeongguk sat on the custom red bench Changbin specially ordered for his last shop.

"Do you need any new needles or bands?" Changbin asked, not looking up as he continued to tap away on his tablet. Jeongguk shook his head. I still have bands from that last order," he admitted and my station is overstocked on needles."

Changbin nodded silently as he proceeded to check out.

Minho and Chris could be heard bickering in the background as Changbin finished filling out the forms and placed his order, saving his confirmation number before setting the tablet on the desk behind him. He turned back to face his friend.

"Did you need something?" Changbin asked, just now noticing Jeongguk held a stack of colored papers in his hands. Jeongguk nodded at the stack, tilting it to show Changbin the front.

"They flyers came in," he answered. Four colors like you ordered," he added. Changbin crossed the distance and held out his hand to take the stack and look over the paper.

It was exactly as he ordered. "Perfect," he murmured. "You still wanna post them around town?" Jeongguk asked as Changbin flipped to the other colored pages. He nodded. "Yeah, where are the other two?" he asked, absent-mindedly scanning the paper.

Jeongguk leaned back and whistled, drawing the attention of the two bickering in the other room. Moments later, Chris and Minho appeared at the doorway, looking equal parts shocked and curious. "You got plans tonight?" Jeongguk asked, glancing over his shoulder at them.

"I was going to see Ari," Minho admitted while Chris shook his head. "We just got the flyers in," Changbin said, holding up the stack to show them. "We wanted to put them up around town," Jeongguk added. "You guys in?"

"Or you gonna make us do all the work?" Changbin asked teasingly. Chris smiled widely. "I'm in," he replied cheerfully before turning to look at Minho who rolled his eyes before a smirk formed on his face. "I guess I can see Ari afterwards," he said, pulling his phone out to no doubt shoot her a text.

"Great," Changbin said, splitting up the flyers and handing one color to each person. "Well split into pairs. Minho and Jeongguk, you take east of main, Chris and I will cover the west side. Check in with the small shops. Ask if they have a business bulletin board. If they refuse, just move on," Changbin explained. "I don't wanna make enemies or cause a scene."

Minho, Chris and Jeongguk nodded. "Wait, how are we attaching these?" Minho asked as Jeongguk glanced at Changbin. "Oh, right," the eldest said as he got up, handing his stack of papers to Changbin and sauntered out of the room.

He returned a couple moments later with a plain white paperboard box and opened the lid, setting it on the bench. He pulled out four staple guns, handing one to each guy before passing out smaller little boxes of staples. "My brother sent these with the flyers," he explained as he opened his own staple gun and loaded the staples into it. 

"Your brother?" Chris asked, tilting his head curiously. Jeongguk nodded as he pulled the trigger, making sure his staple gun was loaded properly. "Yeah, he made the flyers." Minho glanced down at the papers. "He's a talented artist," he noted.

"He's a comic book artist," Jeongguk explained. "So we commissioned him to design the flyers and then print them for us," Changbin continued. "Come on," he added. "The sun's going down and I'd like to get this up with the light."

The four headed out of the shop, Changbin locking up after Minho finally exited. "If you run out of flyers, awesome," Changbin said looking at Jeongguk. "If not, no big deal. Just go around until the sun sets." 

The brunet nodded and motioned for Minho to follow him. Changbin and Chris turned and headed in the opposite direction. It was a mundane and repetitive task, stapling the flyers on the wooden telephone poles, stopping by small businesses and asking them to display the flyers on any bulletin boards they might have.

A few businesses turned them away, albeit very rudely upon hearing the word tattoo. Some business owners were only too happy to help support other local businesses.

Half their stacks were gone as they continued down one of the many side streets off main street, stapling sheets as they went.

While taking a short break, Changbin noticed Chris smiling at his phone as he typed away. Changbin didn't want to pry but he wanted to make an effort to get to know his employees as he would most likely end up being close friends with these guys.

"Lilah?" Changbin asked, drawing Chris' attention. The older man smiled as he locked his screen. "Yeah," he answered. "She's really funny," he added. Changbin nodded. "She's pretty tol," he added, causing Chris to smile wider.

A comfortable silence fell over them before Chris spoke up.

"Her friend, Y/N, is really pretty, too."

Changbin’s heart thumped in his chest at the mention of Y/N's name. He nodded silently. "Yeah," he answered nonchalantly. "She has a boyfriend though, right?" Changbin added, looking at Chris who nodded. "Yeah," he said, sounding slightly bitter.

"Joshua Hong."

Changbin’s mind wandered back to that night at the club. The night he met you and was willing to put himself between you and your boyfriend. It was clear to him then that Joshua wasn't the nicest guy and he got that same impression again when he went to pick up his furniture from Serizawa's antique store.

"You don't like him?" Changbin asked, watching Chris as he contemplated telling him something. Whatever it was Chris was keeping from him, Changbin could tell he was hiding something bigger and he would be lying if he said his curiosity wasn't piqued.

"No," Chris answered, voice devoid of emotion. "From what Lilah tells me, Y/N could do so much better than Joshua," he continued. "Chris stopped in his tracks before turning to look at Changbin who had also stopped. "Why are you so interested all of a sudden?"

Changbin tried to play it off by shrugging. I met her through you and Lilah, she works at that furniture and antique shop. I keep running into her and I've been wondering if she's always so nice."

Chris nodded with a smile. "She's always been such a sweetheart. Ever since I first met her hardly anything gets her down." Changbin and Chris started walking again. 

"You seem to know her pretty well," Changbin noted, to which Chris snorted. "I know what Lilah tells me," he corrected. He turned to fox Changbin with a curious look. "You seem awfully interested in a girl who has a boyfriend," he said, watching as Changbin shook his head once more. "Nah," Changbin answered.

"Just curious as to what her story is. That's all."

Across town, Minho and Jeongguk were just as busy stapling posters to every wooden post they came across.

"Ah my arms are so tired!" Minho whined, shaking his arm. Jeongguk snorted at him. "Are you always this whiny?" Jeongguk asked as he checked his phone. Minho gave him a cheeky smile. "No," he answered. "It's just for you."

Jeongguk playfully swiped at the younger man who dodged him easily. "Just hang up your damn flyers," Jeongguk said as he slipped his phone into his pocket again. "Stop bothering me."

Minho rolled his eyes as he moved to staple another flier to the phone pole. "Yes, dear."

It was Jeongguk's turn to roll his eyes as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Minho turned and shot a staple at him. Jeongguk glanced at the tiny metal projectile hanging onto his sweatshirt and looked up at Minho. "Aren't you supposed to be quitting?" Minho asked, narrowing his eyes as Jeongguk pulled out his lighter.

"'Supposed to' being the operative word," Jeongguk answered as he lit the end of the cigarette, taking a deep inhale. "To my credit," he continued as he put the pack and his lighter away. "I haven't bought any more. This is my last pack."

Minho rolled his eyes and continued down the street, stapling another flier to a wooden board covering a vacant building window.

"If you were a good friend, you'd help me finish the pack," Jeongguk jokingly accused as he took another drag. Minho laughed and turned to look at Jeongguk. "I'm not your friend," he retorted. "You're my employer," he added.

Jeongguk chuckled. "Seriously, do you want one?"

Minho shook his head. "I quit," he replied. "I noticed it only made me more anxious instead of taking the edge off."

Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders and took another puff. "Suit yourself."

The two of them continued down the street as the sun started to set behind the hills and trees that surrounded the town.

"Can I ask you something?" Minho asked suddenly. Jeongguk took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling. "Sure," he answered, looking at the younger man as they stopped on the sidewalk.

"How did you and Changbin meet? How do you know each other?"

Jeongguk hesitated, reaching up to scratch his head. "The long story is complicated but the short version is we met at a tattoo convention when Changbin was first looking to open his own shop. I was working a booth as a traveling artist, renting spaces at shops all over. I guess I was trying to find something more stable, " he explained before taking another long inhale of smoke.

"Changbin stopped by my booth and was impressed with my work and we started talking and when he asked which shop I worked at, I told him the truth," Jeongguk explained while Minho listened.

"He told me he was about to open his own shop and asked if I would come work at his place. Initially, I said no but the more I thought about it, I decided to give it a try," he continued.

Minho nodded, watching Jeongguk take another drag. "And that's it?" He asked. Jeongguk studied him for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, pretty much. Four years later, and we're business partners," Jeongguk concluded. "He's my best friend," he added.

"As cheesy as it sounds, I couldn't imagine where I'd be in life without him," Jeongguk said as he took one last draw from his cigarette before putting it out. Minho nodded in understanding.

"I get it," he replied. "It's kind of like that for me with Chris." Jeongguk nodded in return before glancing up at the darkening sky. "Come on," he said suddenly. "We should head back, put more of these up on the way," he added, waving the lighter stack of flyers in his hand before leading the way down the sidewalk, Minho in tow.

Back at the shop, Changbin was scrolling on his phone while Chris played a music game when the door opened, the bell ringing and drawing their attention. Minho and Jeongguk entered with smug smiles on their faces. Minho held up his staple gun and aimed at Chris before launching a single tiny projectile at his friend.

"We put up all our flyers," Jeongguk said as Chris and Minho got into a staple war. Changbin looked impressed as Jeongguk strolled over and set his staple gun on the reception counter. "You smell like smoke," Changbin accused. Jeongguk shrugged his shoulders.

"My last pack is almost empty," he answered. "Then I'm done."

Changbin narrowed his eyes. "You better be," he said, playfully shoving his friend as Chris put Minho in a headlock which he quickly tapped out of.

Chris laughed loudly before looking over at Changbin and Jeongguk.

"Hey, we're gonna order some pizza and play video games tonight," he announced, drawing the attention of both men. "Maybe watch a movie. You guys wanna come?" Chris looked hopeful as Minho glanced to Jeongguk and Changbin who exchanged looks.

"Sure," Jeongguk answered, turning to look back at the two men.

Minho and Chris' eyes shifted to Changbin who glanced at Jeongguk before answering.

"Yeah, count me in.

You joined the crowd as the congregation exited the church, easily finding your mother and father as Joshua snuck off to find his parents. The sky had started to darken, gray clouds looming overhead.

Your mother turned to look at you and upon seeing you, she looked exasperated.

“You missed the whole service!” She reprimanded. You grimaced at her. “Sorry,” you replied. “I think I emptied the entire contents of my stomach in the bathroom.”

Your mother looked you over. “I was going to see if you wanted to join us for lunch with the Hong’s but perhaps you should go home,” she said as Joshua and his parents joined your little group. “I think we should postpone the lunch,” your mother said, sounding apologetic. “Y/N isn’t feeling well.

“Is that so?” Joshua’s mother asked, eyeing you suspiciously. You nodded silently as your mother felt your forehead. “Yes, she’s sweating and warm. She mentioned getting sick in the bathroom. I think we should wait until she feels better.”

Joshua’s mother nodded, lips pursed as she continued to look at you with that same scrutinizing stare. “Will you call Martin, dear,” your mother asked your father who reluctantly reached into his pocket for his phone.

Joshua interjected. “Y/N’s place is on the way to my apartment. I could drop her off,” he offered. “Maybe make her some soup and make sure she feels better before I head home?” The contrasting looks your mother and his gave you could have been comical.

Your mother was looking at your boyfriend like he was a saint, an angel even, to suggest doing something so sweet. The perfect boyfriend who would one day make the perfect husband. ‘In sickness and in health.’

His mother on the other hand was looking at you as if you were some harlot, trying to entice her son to sin. Like you would lead him directly into the gates of hell or something. She never did like you for some reason.

“If she’s sick, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said softly. You didn’t miss the intonation in her voice as she said the word sick. It held an underlying layer of contempt she held for you. Joshua waved her concern off. “I’m sure it’s fine, mother. Y/N probably ate something that didn’t agree with her,” he said.

“She’s always had issues with her stomach. I’m sure you remember that.”

Joshua’s mother pursed her lips again, glaring at you from behind her son.

“Thank you so much, Joshua,” your mother said sweetly as your boyfriend moved to wrap an arm securely around your shoulders. “It’s no trouble, Mrs. Y/L/N. After all, Y/N is my girlfriend and I would be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t take care of her.” You could have sworn you saw your mother swoon as Joshua said goodbye to both sets of parents and gently steered you towards the door.

“You really don’t have to drive me home,” you said as you descended the steps outside and followed the sidewalk towards the parking lot. Joshua chuckled as he led the way. “Actually, I do now,” he answered. “If either of our parents saw you walking home, they would ask a lot more questions than they are now.”

You cursed mentally, knowing he was right.

“I guess you’ve got a point,” you said with a shrug. Joshua tsked and rolled his eyes. “Just can’t admit it when I’m right, can you?” You shook your head with a wide grin. “Never.”

Joshua scoffed as he led you to the passenger side of his car. “Brat,” he murmured as he unlocked and opened your door for you. “Thank you,” you said, laying heavy on the word so he wouldn’t know what you were thanking him for.

The ride back to your place took a shorter amount of time than the ride to the church. Joshua parked on the street, as he usually did. He had every intention of coming inside to “take care of you” as he put it. As soon as the apartment door shut, he was on you in seconds, one hand on your cheek and the other on the small of your back as he carefully backed you against your kitchen counter.

“Up,” he simply said, moving both hands to your thighs to help you up onto the counter before his lips were back on yours. “I need to go to the store,” you interrupted, pulling away but he shook his head. “I’ll order you groceries,” he answered, lips moving down your neck and stopping to remove your blazer and untuck your shirt.

“Joshua!” You whined as he pulled your top off over your head and threw it aside. “Keep saying my name like that,” he said breathlessly. Your head tilted to the side as his lips continued to kiss down your neck. “Seeing you come undone earlier really drove me crazy,” he groaned, fingers digging into the skin of your exposed thighs.

Before you had a chance to reply, he pulled you down from the counter, turning you to face away before he pressed against you, grinding into your ass. “I had to deal with this the whole ride over here,” he growled. You pushed back against him.

“Must have been so hard for you,” you said, enjoying the way he grew more and more frustrated. “If you don’t stop it, I’ll take you right here.” You hummed in response. “Oh, i’m so scared,” you replied, pushing against him again, letting out a moan at the feeling of his erection grinding against you.

“Fine,” Joshua said, one hand moving to the back of your neck. “Have it your way, brat.” Without another word, he pushed your chest down against the counter, keeping you pinned while the other hand reached to undo his belt and pants.

“You gonna keep me waiting?” You asked teasingly as Joshua pushed his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock free. “What have I told you about that attitude, sweetheart?” He asked as his hand pushed your skirt up, grabbing the back of your panties and roughly pulling them down your thighs.

“That you’ll fuck it out of me?” You asked coyly.

Joshua wasted no time, ramming his cock into your pussy, making you cry out. He quickly placed his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. “Precisely,” he answered before his hips started to thrust sharply, hitting your ass with each movement.

Each thrust had you practically screaming into his hand, your own hands trying to find something to grab onto to ground yourself from the force of your boyfriend’s hips. Another loud scream, muffled by his hand, escaped your lips.

“You alright, baby?” You heard him in your ear, his hips slowing to shallow thrusts. You nodded, breathing heavily against his hand. "Good," he replied, resuming the same merciless pace as before, pounding into you from behind, hand still muffling your cries as he took his pent up sexual tension on your body.

It never failed to astonish you just how rough Joshua got in bed. Of course, he wasn't like that the first couple times. It wasn't until you asked him to go a little harder that it came out. When you were both frustrated and needed release, he usually bent you over the closest surface and fucked you so hard you couldn't walk.

That wasn't to say he was always rough with you. For every rough session, he made up for the abuse to your core by showering you in affection. For every scream he'd pulled from you, there were twice as many whispered I love you's as he reverently made love to you.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," you heard him grunt in your shoulder. "I'm gonna cum." You whimpered against his hand as he chased his high, taking you over the edge with him as you both came together, you with a squeal as he thrust deeply into your abused hole, spilling his seed inside you, coating your walls.

With one final thrust, Joshua’s grip on you loosened and he had to brace himself against the counter to keep from collapsing on top of you. You panted heavily, cheek pressed against the cool granite of your kitchen counter. You felt his fingers comb through your hair, brushing some of the strands away from your face.

"You okay, baby?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded slowly and wordlessly as you tried to catch your own breath. Joshua leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, lips brushing against your cheek.

You shook your head, exhaling against the granite. "No," you finally whispered. "Do you want me to help you up?"

Joshua always made sure to ask if you wanted or needed assistance and you appreciated that about him. You nodded and whined as he pulled back, his cock slipping from your pussy.

He quickly redressed himself and then carefully helped you stand before guiding you to your bathroom. He helped you sit on the toilet before moving to start the shower. "I could stay and join you," he offered as he tested the temperature of the water.

You smiled and shook your head. "I'll be okay, Joshua," you answered. He closed the curtain and turned to cross the short distance between you, kneeling down and taking your chin gently in his hand. "You sure you don't want me to stay, angel?" he asked, eyes meeting yours in a loving gaze.

You nodded in response. "Yeah," you said with a sigh. "I'll be okay."

Joshua stood up, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Okay, sweetheart," he replied softly. "I'll check on you later."

You thanked him as he stood upright, looking up at him from your seated position. His hand moved to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your skin tenderly. "I love you, Y/N," he said as you reached up to place your hand over his and leaned into his touch.

"I love you too, Joshua."

After stealing a few more kisses, Joshua finally left your apartment and allowed you to undress and step into the scalding shower stream. You sighed loudly as the steaming hot water hit your skin. It helped to work out your sore muscles from being bent over the kitchen counter for a while.

After cleaning yourself off, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself and headed into your kitchen, grabbing your purse and sifting through it until you found your phone. Turning the device on, you saw you had a couple missed texts from Lilah and Joshua.

You answered both before heading into your bedroom area to get changed into some clean clothes. Once dressed you headed back into the living room, about to sit down when there was a knock at your door. You sighed heavily and walked over to check the peephole.

Your neighbor stood on the other side.

You unlocked and opened the door, smirking up at Wonwoo. "Yes, neighbor?" you asked. Wonwoo peered past you into your apartment before looking back at you nervously.

"You alright?" he asked sheepishly. You stared at him blankly, blinking a few times. "Uh, yeah?" you answered. Wonwoo nodded slowly. "I heard you scream earlier and wanted to make sure you were okay," he replied.

Your cheeks burned. "Oh, um," you answered. "Joshua was here earlier," you added softly. Wonwoo's eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink as he realized what he'd overheard.

"Understandable. Okay. Have a good day," he sputtered. "Glad you're okay."

He quickly shuffled back to his apartment, clearly just as embarrassed as you as he shut his door, leaving you to shut your own door and retreat back into your apartment, completely mortified that your neighbor and friend had overheard you and Joshua.

You grabbed your phone and shot a quick text, informing your boyfriend that he wasn't allowed to make you scream at your place anymore. Joshua's reply came minutes later, finding it highly amusing.

Joshy: guess next time I won't cover your mouth 😌 You: 🥲 I'm glad you find this amusing Joshy: I'm just teasing you baby Joshy: but you're feeling okay? You: yes. I'm making some ramen now You: gonna watch a movie Joshy: do you still want me to send you some groceries? You: it's okay. I'll order them later 🥰 thank you though Joshy: of course. Anything for you, my love 💕 You: 💕🥰

You set your phone aside to focus on making your food before settling down on your couch and starting the movie Lilah had recommended to you last week.

It was a decent movie, not the best, but you could see the appeal as you finished your noodles and started working on making a grocery list. You were scribbling a few items down when your phone started buzzing on the coffee table.

You reached forward and grabbed it, recognizing your boss' number and answered it immediately.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Y/N?" Mr. Serizawa's voice came over the speaker. "This is Isei." You sat upright. "Hello, Mr. Serizawa, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm alright. And more importantly, Shinju is doing well," he answered. You sighed in relief. "I'm so glad to hear that," you replied, tucking the device between your ear and shoulder.

"It's been a huge relief," Mr. Seirzawa stated. "But that's not exactly why I called," he continued. "Our grandson is coming back into town next week and we won't be able to pick him up."

You smiled, knowing there this was going. "Any chance you could head to pick him up from the ferry station in the next town over?"

You nodded, mostly to yourself. "Of course," you answered. "I'll pick him up," you answered to his immense relief. "If you want to borrow our car, I can leave the keys at the shop for you."

"That's okay, Mr. Serizawa," you replied. "I'll just borrow one of my parents' cars." You heard him sigh on the other side of the line. "Thank you so much Y/N, you're really helping us out here. I'll call Daniel and let him know you'll be picking him up."

You wrote down the details, making sure to double check the time. "Okay, Mr. Serizawa. I'll call my dad right after this and get one of his cars to use," you said before finally saying goodbye and hanging up the line. You quickly put the details in your phone before pulling up your father’s contact info and took a deep breath.

"Here we go."

[the-milk-anon]

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[sanscat0414]

Past and Parents

Hawks x Reader

Synopsis: Hawks and you dated for at least 2 years. He tells your parents about his past and he’s worried they won’t accept him.

Warning: Minor spoilers for Hawk’s Past

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You and Hawks have be dating for a while now. He met your parents about a year into the relationship, along with telling you his past but not your parents. He thinks your parents are great but problem is that they are both police officers and he thought they probably be dissatisfied knowing that their child is dating a criminal’s son.

Hawks maybe a confident goose but Keigo is not. Outside of work he really insecure about things like his relationship with you. He’s always worried that you might get kidnapped or he doesn’t spend enough time with you because of his work. He loves you, there’s no hesitation there but he always thinks he doesn’t do enough for you.

He was contemplating whether he should tell your parents about his past. His thought was probably a good idea to tell them on his own accord rather that some other person, *cough* *cough* Dabi *cough* telling them and them thinking he was hiding things from them. That doesn’t stop how nerve racking it was tho.

Talking about his past was always a sore subject for Hawks. Beside he’s sort of disobeying the commission with you dating him and knowing his secrets, not that he cared.

“Babe~ nothing will happen?”

“What if your parents thinks I’m a sh*tty *ss hat that just dating you to take advantage of you or something????” He said walking back and forth in your shared apartment, well more like your apartment that he decided to call home(it’s nice to have a place where the commission can’t monitor him.)

“Honey bird, first of all don’t curse so much. Second, you met my parents, do you really think that there that shallow to believe just because your past you be a crap person?”

“When you putt it like that it does sound stupid.” He said as he’s wings dropped a little lower.

“It’s not stupid, I get your nervous but there not need to worry~” you said as you walk up to him and kissed his cheek, “now my parents would be here anytime now, so if you feel like this is too much then you don’t need to tell them.”

“I fall more I love with everyday baby~” he cooed and hugged you.

“Oh hush.” You said as the bell rang.

It was your parents, they greeted you and hawks. It was a nice little dinner and you guys had a great conversation about work. Hawks was great at hiding his nervousness but you could tell by how tightly he was holding on your thigh, it wasn’t painful but you definitely feel the pressure.

Eventually you changed the subject to family stuff, it was mostly about you and when you were little. You wanted to give hawks a chance to talk about it or to choose to not.

“So what was your childhood like?” The dreaded question finally came out of your mother’s mouth. She was smiling but hawks was only thinking of millions ways that this can go wrong.

“Welll…. It wasn’t the best….” Hawks said and briefly mentioned his childhood.

How he had villain for a dad, how he grew up poor but he left out most of the commission involvement in his early life. Your mother understandably started crying and your father was comforted her.

“Oh my god, you poor baby!!! If there anything we can do name it! You’re our family now that you’re dating our child.” Your mother said sobbing.

“Thank you Ms. L/N. I just didn’t want sercerts between us. I was kind of worried if someone to exposes this and stuff you wouldn’t have trusted me to take care of them.” Hawks said in relief.

By the end of the night Hawks grew a little closer to your family. You were happy to be with him and he was happy to be with you. There’s nothing more that you can ask for.

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

I’ve decided I don’t talk about this enough

This beautiful piece is by @your-fellow-passerine !

[thatwesternbitch]

Thinking horribly unhinged thoughts about Dabi teaching you how to suck cock.

And then everytime you do it after, he just groans all breathy while looking down at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck. Just like that, doll. Just like I taught you.”

I’m not gonna be normal about this

[goose-draws-it]

He likes to leave marks 🖤

[queen-of-curses7]

Perks

A/N: Ok so the new MHA chapter 350 spoilers hurt my heart and I needed some mundane Touya/Dabi fluff to ease that cause he really doesn't deserve all that's happened to him. And yes, I know the bonfire metaphor is cheesy. 

Description: Pro-Hero!Touya x reader; Note: Endeavor is not in his kid's or wife's life, they're divorced or he's dead (whichever you prefer to imagine); Touya's quirk doesn't leave him mutilated; pre-established relationship

CW: Nothing, just pure fluff. Maybe suggestive, but that's about it! 

Being married to a top 3 Pro Hero had its perks.

Free merch, reservations at a moment's notice, famous friends, amazing parties; the list went on and on, but you'd trade them all for more days like this.

Touya laid stretched out on the opposite end of the couch as you, happily downing the third pizza of the night, your feet resting comfortably on his lap.

He didn't often get a lot of time off, but you soaked up his presence as much as possible when he did. You took advantage of the fact that his pretty blue eyes were glued to the action movie playing to watch him, smiling softly.

He'd stolen one of your headbands to push his shaggy white hair up away from his face as soon as he got home, muttering about not being able to see- in between pressing kisses to your face in greeting, of course. It stuck up in odd angles, just long enough that it was probably time for a haircut but still short enough that it wouldn't lay completely flat against his head when pulled back.

His lean form leaned forward with a quiet groan, stretching for another piece of pizza. A white dragon tattoo curling over his shoulder and collarbone briefly made an appearance as his hoodie shifted before he sat back again, hiding it from view. Absently, you rubbed a hand over your hip, knowing you had its blue twin etched in your skin at Touya's insistence, and smiled softly.

"You okay, doll?" Touya didn't even bother glancing over as he took a much larger than necessary bite of his pizza, smearing sauce across his cheek.

You laughed at the sight, folding in half to grab his chin as he chewed, quickly swallowing in surprise when you tilted his face towards you. You swiped away the mess, and he grinned mischievously, nipping at your thumb when you pulled away again.

"Y'know, the food isn't gonna disappear if you take a break to breathe." you teased, watching him finish the slice in record time. He chuckled, wiping his hands on a napkin as he spoke.

"You've clearly never spent a meal with Natsuo or Shoto. It was like survival of the fittest today, " he groaned, leaning back against the couch.

You smiled at his dramatics, shaking your head. "How're they doing?" you questioned, and Touya gave a short laugh, shaking his head.

"They're killing me. Between Sho wanting to do an internship with me and Nastuo trying to convince me I have to meet my mom's new boyfriend before their next date, I feel like I'm working two extra jobs. Although Natsuo has a point, I need to scare the guy a little." He grinned, activating his quirk to produce a quick blue flame before extinguishing it.

You rolled your eyes at his juvenile comment, pushing his chest lightly with your foot. "Leave the poor man alone. If your mom is happy, let her be and stop trying to scare off every man trying to date her."

Touya laughed, catching your ankle in his hand as he sat up, crawling over the cushions to hover above you, his brow furrowed in false indignance. "What do you mean, 'trying'? You don't think I'm intimidating?" he demanded, fighting a grin.

You stifled a laugh, tapping on the headband resting in his hair. "Not with this," you teased, and he tilted his weight onto one arm to swiftly whip the accessory off, ignoring your protest as he tossed it somewhere behind the couch.

"How about now?" he prodded, and you tilted your head in thought, squinting at him.

"A little better. The piercings do help," you admitted, tapping lightly on the black jewelry on his face. Before you met him, he'd had the three nostril piercings and numerous ear piercings, but the snake bites were a newer addition from when you'd first begun dating, the dark jewelry complimenting his black, blue and white hero costume.

He smiled softly as you held your chin in your hand, pretending to think hard as you studied him. "I know; let me try this." You reached up, running your fingers through his hair so it laid normal, the ends dipping slightly into his line of sight. "Much better," you hummed, and he caught your hand as you pulled away, pressing his lips to your palm.

"You done now?" he questioned, eyebrow lifted teasingly. You shrugged, playing with his hoodie strings that dangled between you, twirling them around a finger.

"I mean, you look like an angsty teen in this outfit, but--"

He let out an exasperated sigh at your words, cupping your face as he dipped down to press his lips to yours, laughing as he mumbled a grumpy "shut up" against your mouth.

You giggled against his lips but obliged happily, fingers tugging on the soft hair on the base of his neck as he settled his weight between your hips. His hands landed on your waist, sneaking beneath your shirt to rest on your skin, and you hummed happily.

He pulled away after a moment, sticking his tongue out at you and pointing to the gold barbell that sat on it. "You didn't say anything about this piercing," he pointed out, wiggling his brows suggestively.

"I don't think I want to know what kind of intimidating you're gonna do to your mom's poor boyfriend with that," you admitted, laughing as his cheeks reddened.

"That's not what I was trying to-, oh forget it," he chuckled breathlessly, capturing your lips again to stop your laughter.

His kiss was slow, deliberate this time, even as he deepened it, licking into your mouth while guiding your thighs around his hips. Thanks to the pizza, he tasted vaguely of marinara sauce, not to be outdone by the subtle taste of smoke you had come to associate with kissing him.

Not soon after you'd started getting serious, you'd realized the best way to describe loving Touya was like being around a bonfire. It was a safe and stable type of love. A love you found warmth and comfort in, despite the fear of sparks. Back then, you'd quickly found yourself craving the taste and smell of smoke that seemed to seep into your clothes and skin whenever you were around him and had never looked back. And now, laying beneath him on your shared couch, in your shared home, you knew he was the best chance you’d ever taken.

He took his time kissing you now, fingers gliding beneath your shorts to rest on your hips, tracing the outline of your tattoo, knowing the design by heart by now. He pulled away and sat up, much to your disappointment, tugging your waistband down just enough to reveal the intricate art, folding it in half to press his mouth over it sweetly.

"I do love seeing this on you," he admitted, looking up at you from between your thighs. You sat up on your elbows to see him better and tilted your head with a soft smile as you looked at your husband. You cupped his face, smoothing a thumb over his cheek when he pressed his lips against the ring resting on your left hand, his blue eyes full of love and something a little less innocent.

"Wanna show me how much you love it?" you suggested quietly, biting your lip.

His face split into a grin, and in the blink of an eye, he'd stood up and had you thrown over his shoulder, a firm grip on your ass as he carried your laughing form to the bedroom you shared, kicking the door shut after him.

Yeah, the perks of being married to a top Pro-Hero were pretty great.

But none of them compared to loving Touya.

[serostuffsmh]

waking up | bnha headcanons

characters: hawks x reader, dabi x reader, overhaul x reader

description: waking you up in the morning

Dabi

Rough calloused hands gently poking and gliding down your cheek, watching with curious intent what you would do. Your face was soft and rounded, cute. Grinning when he noticed you scrunched-up your nose and mumbled something incoherent. His smile immediately turning into a frown when you had turned over in your sleep so your back had faced him.

“Hey”—pulling you back in by your sides—”c’mere.” Enclosing his arms around your midriff. The stiff staple metal on his stomach poked the dimples in your back and you had not enjoyed that since you tried readjusting yourself and arching your back away from him.

“Cut it out.” Stilling your squirming body with his hands. “You cut it out, I was sleeping...” Crinkling your face up and tucking your face underneath the thin sheet and blanket.

Snagging some of the sheets away from you and retorting back, “And I’m trying to sleep.”

That was a lie.

Dabi had not wanted to leave the den of mussed-up sheets, tangled limbs, or leave without you most importantly. He liked you too much to leave.

Groaning at his thievery and back talk, you not so accidently driven your elbow into his stomach and wriggled beyond his grasp.

Tolerated more like.

Overhaul

Chisaki had gotten up several minutes ago, but he wanted to spare some of his morning for you. Resting on his leg to lean over and get a better look at you. It became a habit, watching you in your sleep for a few minutes every morning. To observe at how unbothered and precious you looked in the morning. He couldn’t do this while you were awake, you were always too shy and would fidget when he looked at you too long.

Just like now, you had crinkled your eyebrows together and moved your head to the side like you unconsciously knew he was staring.

When he rubbed your bare shoulder, it had been chilly from being exposed to the unforgiving morning air. Watching how your skin dotted with goose flesh when his warmer hand touched you.

Noting how you started to wake up, he brushed his hand on your shoulder a final time, “Good morning.” nodded his head in acknowledgment.

“M’moring,” Murmuring and grinning up at him sheepishly.

You looked up and down at him and noticed he was already dressed for the day, “Leaving already? I just got you.” Humming and stretching yourself out on the bed to make a reach for his hand.

“You had me all night, you’re just being greedy.” Crookedly smiling to yourself, you retreated away and covered your quiet laughter with the sheets, hiding from what he alluded to.

Oh, now you were being coy.

Chisaki pulled the end of the sheet to get a look at your flustered expression, “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m not going to attack you again.” His tone did not hold the same playfulness that yours did, in fact he sounded quite serious and if it wasn’t for a hint of shit-eating smugness on his face, you might have mistaken his remark as truthful.

“Attack me? That’s a funny way of saying it.” Huffing at him like what he said had been ridiculous to even imply.

“Is it untrue?” Looking at you with same amount of ambiguousness as he always had on his face, as if he wasn’t hinting at what you both thought.

Pursing your lips together trying to an avoid an oncoming smile, knowing if you argued he would only make things ‘worse’ for you.

Taking the silence as your defeat he dusted himself off and sat up, “Right, well I hope to see you at breakfast.”

Hawks

When Keigo woke up, he had done an overexaggerated stretch with his entire body, the tips of his feathers nearly touching the ceiling and arms splayed in the air while he hummed, giving his upper body and wings a shudder to shake to off his morning fatigue.

Several molted feathers had fell from his wings onto the bed where a few more larger stray feathers lay where he slept last night. Keigo no longer had control over those feathers, and they laid lifelessly on the bed next to you.

After checking one seemed like it was prematurely plucked in his sleep and moved with the same lively vigor as its owner. Swishing from side-to-side while the barbs swayed the air checking for movement. Looking to see you were still sleeping he examined your breathing using the plumage.

Noticing how steady and slow your breathing was he flicked the tip of your nose with his feather, “Hey, wake up.”

That had hardly got the reaction he was hoping for and only stirred you slightly. Persistently Keigo had made sure it tickled and teased the rest of your face, “Keigo, stop...” Swatting at the persistent feather that came back no matter how many times you tried swatting it away.

“Can’t do that, dovey. We got places to be today.” Giving your cheek a quick and loud kiss before getting out of bed.

Mumbling you rolled over you noticed the many a plumage that were on Keigo’s side of the bed, “Keigo, you’re molting...” Picking up a feather and flicking it away from your face.

“That’s right! You know what that means.” Groaning in faux annoyance you pressed your face into the mattress to avoid the stupid grin he was most likely giving you.

[touyasdoll]

Anything I deem worthy of a title is here, so smaller drabbles aren’t included on this list. It’s as organized a she can manage rn, but I’m gonna overhaul my masterlists soon <3

Multiple Pairings

MHA Men w/ a thicc & curvy s/o Part One

MHA Men w/ a thicc & curvy s/o Part Two

Villain AU Headcanons/Drabbles

Horror Movies w/ the Boys Part One

Horror Movies w/ the Boys Part Two

MHA Men Defending an S/O w/ Social Anxiety

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Virgin Dabi

Multiple Pairings

Both is Good

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Look at Me

Dance With Me

Tastes like Fire

Every Single Piece

For You, I Will

Why Are You Here?

Shouto Todoroki

Red Lights

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Cooped Up

Milf Chaser Hawks

Hitoshi Shinsou

Breathtaking

Izuku Midoriya

Bestie

Not Yet

Katsuki Bakugou

Messy

I Hate Me Too

Something To Cry About

Eijirou Kirishima

You Wouldn't Know Love If It Hit You In The Face

Multiple Pairings

My Best Friend's Brothers - Dabi/Touya, Natsuo, & Shouto Todoroki x reader

Part One

Part Two - coming soon

Jealousy (ongoing) - Shouta Aizawa x reader x Hitoshi Shinsou

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

Toxic - Dabi x reader, Bakugou x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

Freaky Friday - Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three - coming eventually

The Real Thing - Izuku x reader, Bakugou x reader (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two - coming eventually

Plans - Natsuo x reader, Shouto x reader

Plans Can Change (ongoing)

Plan B

Plans Gone Awry - alt ending

A Better Plan - actual ending, coming soon

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

From the Ashes (ongoing)

My Best Friend's Brothers (ongoing)

Katsuki Bakugou

Heroes Don't Do That (ongoing)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three ft. Izuku Midoriya & Part Three ft. Eijirou Kirishima

Part 4 & Part 4 - coming eventually

Multiple Pairings

MHA Father's Day Thirsts

Playing with their nipples

The Competition

DILFed Down

Voice Modulator Fun

Katsuki Bakugou

One Taste

That Outfit

Frustrated

Little Things

Outnumbered

Goose

Attention

Weathered

Eijirou Kirishima

Girl Dad Kirishima

Messages

Dry humping virgin!Kiri

Izuku Midoriya

A Break

Teardrops

Shouta Aizawa

Sleeping Beauty

Full

Daddy

Just How He Likes It

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Safe

Dreams

Virgin Dabi Calling Them "Bro After Sex" Cockwarming & Breeding

Hitoshi Shinsou

Daddy’s Home

First Date

Too Late

Tamaki Amajiki

Suction

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Positions Let Me Carmine Cage Tomorrow

Oral Fixation

Like Heaven

Hanta Sero

Public Indecency

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Texting with Hawks/Keigo Takami