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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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Jealousy [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao & Zhongli

Notes: Ngl,, this is a mess 🤣🤣 just like my mind- ;;w;; hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: swearing in Scara’s part :(

Tagging: @genshin-obsessed

Aether isn’t a jealous-type at all, he trusts you that you won’t go behind his back. When he does get jealous, it’ll be either because he’s tired or someone interrupted his precious time with you or he just got back from his journey. But the one thing he hates the most is someone interrupting your date.

His time with you is precious, every hour, every minute, every second, he cherishes them all. After all, he doesn’t know how much time he has, so he tries to make up every second in time with you. So if someone tries to interrupt his precious time with you, he’s pissed and pouty-

He’ll have a pout on his face as he glares at the person talking to you, wanting them to go away already. He doesn’t care if you reprimand him for scaring that person away, he doesn’t care if that person was important (like Jean or Diluc-), they're all the same in his eyes. When that person goes away, either scared or amused (Kaeya), Aether would immediately bring you into a hug as he peppers your neck with light kisses.

If Aether sees that you are having fun with someone else, he can’t help but let his insecurity rise up. What if you left him for that person? What would he do with the shattered pieces of his heart? He’ll have a dark and sad look on his face, like a kicked puppy- he’ll walk away with his head hanging low. You better realize that Aether is gone or I swear I’ll--

Overall, his definition of jealousy is just being pissed by someone-

“Tsk. That person really has the nerve to try to take away my time with you… I’m not jealous.”

Albedo, at first, would be confused at the sudden foreign feeling inside him when he sees you getting friendly with the other Knights. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling at that moment. Should he go there and drag you away? Why the sudden urge of kissing you in front of them? Why is his chest twisting painfully inside him? He really doesn’t understand-

He would consult Sucrose about it, and Sucrose concluded that he might be experiencing “Jealousy”. At first, he rejected the idea, saying it was a childish thing to experience. And that he has no time for that. But as the days pass, he soon realizes that Sucrose was indeed correct.

Whenever someone would approach you, he would be staring (more like glaring) at them in the distance. His eyes would narrow if he sees that person casually touching you. But Albedo would only intervene if someone took it too far or if he sees that you’re uncomfortable.

Albedo would never tell you that he’s jealous. It is kinda hard to see him jealous but the slightest change of his eyes and how his lips quirk into a dissatisfied frown made you realize that he’s jealous. Also, his mood sours if he’s jealous. He might ignore you for a while, don’t worry, he’s not mad! He’s just a bit pouty because he was just right there, why were you talking to that person?

Overall, won’t admit he’s jealous and might ignore you for a while.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you go back to that person? It seems like you two were having a pleasant conversation after all.”

Childe, similarly to Aether, is not a jealous type of person. Even if you try your best to make him jealous, it wouldn’t work. He can always see through your plan, so making him jealous purposely is always gonna fail.

But here’s the thing. Childe is good at hiding his true emotions, the mask he has now was carefully carved and shaped by him. So he’s good at hiding his true motive, good at hiding his emotions, good at hiding his thoughts. This means that you wouldn’t know that he’s jealous. Though he’s still rarely jealous. He has a high pride towards himself that he wouldn’t get replaced easily. If there was ever a competition, he would happily compete with them for your heart- (competition and fights are what he lives for-)

He wouldn’t get jealous of you simply hanging out with someone, but if he sees that you’re having fun with the person. His jealousy meter is rising, he would hide in the shadows as he watches you and the person happily talking with each other. Once his jealousy meter reaches a certain meter, he would casually appear beside you and drag you away from that person while exclaiming that you two have something to do.

Like I said earlier, even if he was jealous, you can’t tell. So it’s 9 out of 10 chances that you were able to see his jealousy. If you tease him about it, he would just shut you up with a kiss- Also, there’s also this 50% chance that he’ll make out with you in front of the person. And he wouldn’t stop, he would just continue. You wouldn’t notice the person leaving, too caught up in your makeout session. When you two pull apart, he has a cocky smile on his face.

Overall, secretly jealous but wouldn’t show it-

“There you are, sweetheart! I was searching for you everywhere! Come on! We have something to do! If you’ll excuse us, stranger, I’m going to have to steal away my (princess/prince)~”

It’s very obvious that he’s a jealous/possessive type. He would glare at anyone who dares to even go near you. No one can steal you away while he’s with you. Those who are stupidly brave (Childe-) will get zap by his Electro as Scaramouche drags you away while huffing.

But he’s like this because he never has anyone to care for him before, your love is the only thing he has. Never has he experienced being loved before. He was despised by his fellow Harbingers and Fatui. He was hated by almost everyone he met. No one showed him any sort of affection unless they were simply using him for their own gain. You, who was undoubtedly naive and stupid to trust a Fatui Harbinger, manage to not only befriend him but make him fall in love with you.

He gets jealous easily. Even if you two are the same gender, he’ll get jealous. He’ll immediately appear by your side and whisk you away, ignoring your complaints and the stare of the person. Sometimes, if someone is flirting with you, he’ll make out with you in front of them. Even though he doesn’t like kissing you in public, he will make this time an exception. The flustered look on the person’s face brings him such satisfaction-

Scaramouche would glare at that person who you’re talking to, doesn’t matter if you were the one who started the conversation, he would be seething with rage. How dare they talk to you?! Your attention and time should be spent on him! You might need to talk to him about his rather alarming behavior. After that, he’ll mellow down a bit. But that doesn’t stop his glares on that person.

Overall,, even though he manages his anger issues, he’s still jealous if you spend time (even if it’s only a minute) on another person-

“I told you to stop associating yourself with those low-life people, my beloved. You shouldn’t waste your breath on them……. Of course, I’m fucking jealous! You should’ve seen how they eyed you! I wanted to kill them on the spot for looking at you-” (chill scara- do you want some snickers-?)

Xiao wouldn’t admit it but he’s jealous. He would rather die than ever admit that he’s jealous of you hanging out with your fellow mortals. Especially if you are on your way to meet him and a person starts to talk to you, somewhere, Xiao is glaring at the person and you are talking with a small pout on his face. He might not appear to you at all unless you decided to give him some Almond Tofu.

Similar to Scaramouche, he never felt love before and doesn’t care much about it. He thought it was weak to love somebody, imagining giving everything up just for one person? Gross. But when Xiao met you for the first time, he thought time stopped. At that moment, he knew he would make you his. You manage to capture his heart just by appearing in front of him, so take full responsibility-

You can immediately tell if he’s jealous because he has a scary face on with an (adorable) pout. He’ll glare half-heartedly at you, grumbling that you should go back to whoever that was. Even though he acts like a baby at that moment, he was just insecure. You were a mortal, he was an Adepti. You can die any time while he lived for millennia now. Wouldn’t you prefer to date a mortal like yourself? One who will grow old with you, one who isn’t as cold-hearted as him? You might need to reassure him again-

Xiao trusts you, yes, but he doesn’t trust the mortals much. He actually prefers if you spend your time with someone like the Traveller, one he knows and trusts. He’s just being wary and cautious. Don’t worry. Even if someone decides to corner you in an alleyway or somewhere, Xiao would be there immediately, raging with fury-

Overall, an overprotective, insecure baby that gets jealous if you don’t notice him-

“Did that mortal harm you? I saw how they grab you.. They should pay for their sins- how dare they hurt someone like you.”

Zhongli is also not much of a jealous-type. He trusts you whole-heartedly and allows you to talk to anyone freely. He would only be alarmed if that person makes you uncomfortable or decides to harm you in any way. But other than that, he lets you be. As long as you return home in one piece.

But he would be annoyed if someone (its always Childe-) decides to interrupt your date. He prefers having alone time with you because he is constantly busy with work. He would not-so-subtly try to shoo away that person. But if you intervene and let them stay, he decides to let them be. But be prepared to have another date tomorrow to make-up the date ruined.

Even if he’s jealous, you couldn’t tell. He just his usual face on, with a rather malice smile on his face. If you look away for even a second, the person you’re talking to is already gone when you return your head. You blink, a bit offended at that person for suddenly leaving in the middle of the conversation. While Zhongli besides you just pat your head. (shh.. You don’t need to know that he scared off that person,, it’s our little secret-)

BUT! His jealousy will only show if you spend the entire day with another person, and completely ignoring him- when you return home, prepare for your punishment for spend your day with another person and not giving him his daily dose of kisses-

Overall, a rather calm guy that rarely gets jealous

“How rude. You’ve been ignoring me the whole day, and yet you spend your entire time with another. I’m your lover, am I not? And to add to the wound, you forgot to kiss me. Oh well, guess it’s time to get them now.”

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#im sorry if this seems rushed #WHAHSHSHSHSH #MY MIND IS A MESS AND IDK WHY SHSHH #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #aether #aether x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #childe #childe x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and decided to take the chance lol, hc for todoroki and kaminari having a fem! s/o that’s tiktok famous, they don’t know this but once they saw their s/o doing a tiktok and standing at the back all of the sudden the s/o’s fans simps for them now and wants to see them often on their videos. Idk if that makes sense but it’s all up to you if you want to change it! No rush take your time and stay safe!

they appear in a tiktok

characters : kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns (gender neutral), quirk not specific

fic type : headcanons [crack, fluff]

notes : i did something similar to this where s/o was basically a pro hero’s daughter, and she accidentally goes viral bc of that. i’ll tag it later :))

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kaminari denki

probably knows you’re famous anyway, mans on tiktok consistently. (if not everyday)

and he’s well aware that people simp on you, which denki can’t really blame because have they seen you?

he’s kinda jealous though, but we won’t dwell on that right now!

has to constantly resist the urge to comment on all of your videos, but he knows you hate spam comments lol

because of UA, you’ve been posting less frequently— only once per week instead of everyday

y’all know the rake it up dance? [dc: makhamidd]

you were filming a tiktok doing that dance, while using minimum energy at the beginning.

denki immediately walks in your room in THAT part, (it makes sense if you watch it)

he’s like “bae- this energy though 😳” it’s kinda hot

anyways, he’s hyping you up in the background— and you can tell he’s watching you

so after you end the video, you pull him into a tight ass hug— teasing him about the fact that he was watching you.

fastforward! you post the video moments after you finished cuddling denki, and you leave the video alone to let it sink in.

you check back on the tiktok, and suddenly it has around 700k likes

woah that’s a lot,, especially since it’s been just a few minutes.

and the comments ranged from “they popped OFF in the middle of the dance”, “pain. just— real pain.” and “is your boyfriend single?”

okay so the thing with you and denki is that— you didn’t really wanna include denki in your videos

because a. if you guys break up, how will you tell your followers??

and b. the simps will be mad.

anyways, you’re baffled!

“denki, you’re famous. people wanna see you more!”

and he’s like 😎 woah, i’m famous now.

you’re a little jealous of the comments of girls hitting on your man, but you know denki could care less about them.

but you decide to be civil, and include denki in your videos more often :) to satisfy your followers.

your account radiates more vine energy because of him.

todoroki shouto

y’all know the daily screams? the ones from spencewuah— i love those (see one here)

you’re famous for being hot as fuck, and also ranting angry at the camera in this world (and a few casual things like dances and other things here and there)

todoroki does not have tiktok, i mean.. what’s he gonna tell endeavor when he’s like

🔥👄🔥 “what are you laughing at, shouto?” BANDNSN

anyways, he doesn’t discover your account— but, he knows you’re quite famous on tiktok (but he’s not sure what you’re famous for.)

anyways, you’re screaming at the camera right? ranting about something stupid that happened today

and your boyfriend walks into you screaming, and he’s just in the background like 🧍

you see him, and you’re like

😺 “—how are you, shou?”

and shouto’s like,, “love, are you okay? why are you screaming?”

you laugh and end the video— and say it’s something you do on tiktok.

the both of you think nothing of it, as you both spend time with each other for the remainder of the day

you upload the video after shouto leaves, and your video blows up— like.. a lot more than 700k likes this time.

the comments are either

“are we gonna talk about the voice change? they went 👹➡️✨”

“is that ENDEAVOR’S SON?? wtf”

“is your boyfriend single?”

“pain.”

you were expecting this to happen, your followers liking your boyfriend a lot more than you,

and you’d see how they’d comment flirtatious things about shouto (it’s lowkey making you uncomfortable)

you casually bring up about how shouto’s famous on tiktok, and he’s like

“oh?? you’re a lot more famous though, love.”

“you don’t get it shou, they’re SIMPING for you— be proud!”

and he’s like,, so confused. why should i be proud?? i literally have you

“but i have you, love. why do i need their compliments?”

“shouto, you’re too kind.” you swoon, pecking a kiss on his lips briefly

does shouto appear on your tiktoks more? a little bit more— but not constantly :) bc shouto is only YOURS

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

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not-your-damsel · 2 years

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La Cage à Oiseaux

The Birdcage

Who? :: Injured!Hawks x Fem!Reader ♥️🪶

Word Count :: 2172

A/N :: Under 🔞, get out, do not interact. I may make a continuation of this, because I do like the way this was shaping up and I do want to touch on him gaining his wings back. Dunno, but if anyone wants it, I do have ideas ♥️🪶

Contents :: Soft Keigo, Injured!Burned!Scarred!Hawks, screwing your feelings away and mentions of it, Keigo going through some rough shit, soft bird hours ♥️🪶

Artist :: Unknown 😩. I was looking for pics of Keigo without his wings, and I came across this one as though they were a shadow of a once owned asset, but there was no artist mention. If anyone knows, I’d appreciate it so I can hunt them down ♥️🪶

Forgot to tag my fellow Hawks simp sis, @pervysenpaix! Thank you for tagging me in your fic as well, bby!! ♥️🪶

Keigo’s got you bent over the kitchen island, your arm twisted awkwardly behind you where he uses it for leverage to pound into you from behind all the harder.

His chest is glistening with sweat, his short hair sticking to his forehead in earnest as he cums inside you for the seventh time that night.

His beautifully chiseled back muscles are burning from being overly spent, his legs feel practically nonexistent from standing at the island for too long and on a cold floor.

He helps you down until your feet touch the cold floor, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw sweetly before placing a kiss to your lips, turning from you after to walk to the fridge naked as the night is long only to pull out a jug of green tea he chugs voraciously from.

You watch him, smirk on your face as you catch his Adam’s apple bob up and down with the rapid action of swallowing.

“Want some, baby bird?”

It comes out hoarse and you nod your head as you meet him at the fridge for a few gulps yourself, looking up at him before your hand gently caresses the left side of his face. The side where his burn scar resides.

Keigo frowns, patting your hand before giving a quick peck to your palm and removing it from his face so he can put the juice away.

“K-Keigo?”

He’s sullen again. Already walking back to the bedroom, leaving you alone in the kitchen to faintly hear the shower turn on in the master bathroom.

Sighing, you cradle your upper body as you too make your way to the warmth of the water. Once you join him, his back is to you where you’re greeted with the largest of the burns on his body.

Your hands gently glide up the expanse of his back before wrapping around to meet in front of him, enveloping him in a soft hug.

Your lips kiss a small portion of skin that isn’t burned, before you graze your lips along the slits of his back where his beautifully large crimson wings once called home.

He was glad you couldn’t see him, having thankfully been turned away from you with the water cascading down his face where his tears mingled with it and flowed just as easily down the drain.

However, you weren’t dumb, you felt the rapid shaking of his torso but you let him be, more content to let him know you were there for him physically rather than verbally.

This is how it’s been since the incident. It tore you to shreds to see one of the strongest men you knew grappling with the loss of such a large part of his identity.

And despite telling him that his quirk didn’t define him, Keigo felt utterly useless to the world. It also didn’t help matters that when he was finally discharged from the hospital to go home, he’d find stray feathers throughout the house that he learned he could no longer control.

You’d never forget the first night he came home how he sat there for hours on end, picking up the bunch of feathers he managed to scrounge up one by one and dropping them through the air with hopes that he could manipulate them into a sharp point the way he could before the incident.

You begged him to come to bed, urging him that his body needed proper sleep, the type of sleep no one ever gets at the hospital unless they were in surgery or in a coma.

“Few more minutes, baby feathers. Just a few more minutes.”

He’d started around 9:09 and finally sidled in next to you at 2:07 in the morning.

You vividly remember cradling his head that night as he sobbed uncontrollably at the loss of his wings while you sobbed at how he not only lost them but was terribly wounded, all for and at the expense of The Commission.

That night, you were 100% ready to storm into the HPSC to eliminate them all while Keigo slept. You figured it would’ve been easy to slip away from him, too.

No feathers meant no changes to detect. Especially with the pain killers he was on. But after a few minutes of logical rehashing, you knew it would’ve been a suicide mission and he needed you now more than ever, and you felt even worse for ever thinking of attempting to sneak away behind his back.

Those days of silence that dragged into nights of hard sobbing due to both physical and emotional pain, morphed into screwing each other senseless, as though it were some tit for tat contest.

Some days it was like Keigo was trying to prove something to the whole world with the way he’d all but fuck you into what you swore was a nonexistent state.

Others, it was like he was pleading with you for hours on end to “Stay with me”, to “Keep loving me, please, only me”, “You still love me, right?”, that he’s “Still got the world to give you, so please, don’t go away from me”, and what would hurt your heart most of all when you’d hear him practically sob, “I’m still good, aren’t I? I’m still good for you? I’ll always be good for you, I only know how to be good for you, so please keep me with you.”

With you so lost in thought at those dark, early days after the accident, you didn’t realize Keigo had slipped around to face you in your embrace.

He was looking down at you, having wiped his face with those spots now red and irritated, the skin around his naturally beautiful avian eyes stunningly framed by the natural eye streak his body produced on its own as he looked to you.

You only noticed that he had changed position when he fiddled with a stray piece of your hair in your eye line.

“You alright there, tail feathers?”

You heard from a little above you, looking up to finally meet his gaze.

It was soft, his eyes both inviting you in to him while they held that sadness, the worn out tiredness of literal years training as a boy soldier into a hardened double agent poised as the decorated number 2 hero, now worn down to the very bare minimum; to now live the life of someone who’s basically quirkless.

“Hey, look at me.”

Moving only your eyes to look at his own, you stared at Keigo’s face to see he was looking back at you with warmth.

This was his ‘don’t worry about me, kid’ face. The face he wore when your own was riddled with anxiety, worry, or fear.

He tried to flash you the signature ‘if anyone’s got this, it’s me’ smile, but it died quickly when your lip began to tremble.

“Ohhh, no, no, no, noo. Shh, baby bird. You know me. You know I’m a tough egg to crack. This is me we’re talking about here! I’m not some fabergé egg that’s all fragile and has to be treated with the utmost delicate ca-“

“You should be!! You deserve to be treated with some fuckin’ sort of care, Keigo!!!”

His mouth dropped open a little before closing it to recompose himself.

“You treat me with all that and more, kid, what’re you talking about?”

You huffed, looking away from him because with the look on his face, telling you that that was all he ever really needed, was enough to make you cry even harder.

Especially when you knew that if his wings were still with him, they’d be fluttering in small shivers behind him at the barely contained excitement he’d be holding at bay from the thrill that someone - an actual person - loved him for him and not what he could do or do for them or because of his status or hero placement.

“You deserve to be treated special, you’re special, Keigo. You’re not expendable, you’re not some tool to be used as though you don-“

“But that’s what I am. I’m a tool to be used in espionage, infiltration, hell… you know what these hands have done to other people. You know these hands are cursed and have snuffed out lives. I was always so scared of what would happen to me if that part of my hidden self made it to the light of day, to the public’s eyes and knowledge… I…”

Keigo looks down at his hands as the water keeps sounding out in a steady stream behind you both.

He looks at them in a foreign way, as though they’re alien to him.

His face is turning more and more disgusted with them, and that’s when you take the time to slip your hands into the ones he’s scarily scrutinizing.

“These hands…”

You bring his large battle worn hands to your lips, planting little kisses among them as your tears fall in droplets over his calloused skin.

“These hands have held me tightly, they’ve shown me love, they’ve brought me an insane amount of pleasure, and they continue to hold me up when I’m not at my best. And even then, when I’m at my best, you stay holding me. With these. You even cradle my heart in them. My glass, broken-more-than-once heart. You’re the keeper of it. I wouldn’t trust my heart to anyone else but you.”

You looked up to him then to see that he was now crying silently and not hiding from you.

“Baby bird…”

Keigo was already reaching for you, grabbing you by the waist to pull you into him nice and tightly.

He buried his face into your neck as his body shook with his sobs, only this time you joined him.

“Promise me something, Keigo?”

You asked, stroking the back of his head.

“Anything, anything.”

Holding him on either side of his cheeks you lifted him to look at you.

“From here on out, with the way things are going down, I’m gonna need you to make your next steps solely for you and what you believe in. The Commission is no more now. We’re on our own. And that means that we do what we do for us. Not for them. You’re a smart man, Keigo. I know you’re gonna do great things, things that don’t involve The Commission.”

Keigo looked worried, unsure of himself.

“But they made me, I am who I am because of them…”

“No. You had no choice to obey back then, they weren’t stupid, they knew how to keep you on their leash. But you’re no sacrificial pawn. You’re not dying for anyone, not even once, you hea-“

“I would for you.”

You blinked rapidly a few times.

“No, no, not even for me!”

He was nodding, not listening.

“Mmm, you said for me, for what I believe in? Then I’m gonna be wholly selfish and say, you’re for me. And I’d both kill and be killed for you.”

You shook your head, lowering it as you did.

“You think taking out Twice was solely for the good of the public? I know my girl’s smarter than that. The public was on my mind, sure. But you were at the top of my mind, my heart. I don’t want any of those fuckers catching wind that you’re mine and using that against me. This is why before you, I’d have flings. Not relationships. Why? Because relationships in our line of work is just asking for shit. Like shouting to the world, ‘Look who’s the center of my universe!!’ that shit used to scare me. But you? You… you really broke me down in ways I never thought possible. Never thought possible for me at least.”

You were looking to him now and his golden eyes held a tender affection and fondness for you and it made your stomach flop.

“You make me better. You give me reason to keep doing this shit. Anyone else would’ve left me after this bullshit, but you? You stayed. And I admit, I still don’t have the foggiest idea as to why! And though I may not know why, I can only say how happy I am that you haven’t left me. Baby bird, I can’t do this without you. I…”

You were kissing him again, pulling him in as though he were gonna disappear from your very arms.

“I love you, I do, I love you.”

Keigo said between each kiss you both shared. You didn’t know what the future held for you both as you watched how with every passing day since his accident, hero society was crumbling at the seams and you both knew something catastrophic was bound to happen with the disbanding of The Commission. You just didn’t know what. The only thing you both knew was that you were in each other’s corner, cheering the other on to keep going and that you wouldn’t leave. You’d be with him, wings or not. But you knew you’d do everything in your power to be his wings in any way you possibly could.

#⏰ scheduled post #mha #bnha #boku no hero #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fyeahbnha #hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo #soft hawks #injured! hawks

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Yandere Profile - Izuku Midoriya/Deku (BNHA/MHA)

I'm showing up in tags again yay! Time to repost this

Finally I am dishing out MHA content and kicking off with one of my favorite boys nice

TWs: Fem!Reader, Yandere, kidnapping, delusional mindsets, infantilization, mentions of violence/mutilation, mentions of murder, mentions of fake suicide, n//s//fw themes/mentions/brief content, mentions of virginity/sex shaming, dark content, mentions of a high school setting

TWs (n//s//fw section/below the cut): noncon, brief dealing with/mentions of past sex trauma, generally depraved/dark content, pain content, infantilization What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

High key delusional. (I think everyone I've seen in the yan bnha community agrees on this lmao.) But really, he acts that way because he's not naturally that way - he has to make an active effort to lie to himself and to you in order to believe his delusions.

Obsessive. I mean, look at what this boy does to his heroes. You bet he has an entire notebook dedicated to your existence. It starts off simple, an entry regarding your quirk if you have one, or perhaps he feels compelled to write a simple entry about someone he met if you don't. Gradually it turns into a log of all his encounters with you, his observations of your day, his thoughts about you, a strict schedule of what you do. The things you do while he watches - you KNOW the boy is a stalker. He has a folder in his phone gallery of just quick snaps he's taken of you walking around, smiling, laughing, looking at your phone, lots of pictures from the back, sleeping at your desk, and a few more risky ones. The time he accidentally walked into the wrong shower room after a class and just happened to catch you getting out of the shower. Slightly blurry pictures through the window of the girls dorm of you getting dressed, laying in bed, sitting at your desk doing homework. Dark, barely visible images of your sleeping form just barely illuminated by moonlight. You really ought to lock those windows.

He's on the border where he's just comfortable enough to talk to you, but far too nervous to ever confess, or spend as much time with you as he'd like. Of course, preferably he could spend every waking moment by your side, but, he's aware enough to know you need space. He's fine with that. He's technically with you anyway, you just don't know it. And really, he likes stalking, genuinely. He likes the feeling of knowing you're unaware of his presence, the thrill of risk and the giddy satisfaction he gets knowing this is your candid, non-performing self, he can see what you're really, truly like when you think you're alone, and it's just so cute.

Particularly for a quirkless, civilian darling, or if darling's quirk has no combative purposes, he'll be much more protective. He's one to have the delusion that you're too fragile for the world, and that you're inevitably bound to get hurt, it's not safe out there. You're like a little kitten, one that's just a little too curious for her own good, doesn't know how big and bad the world is, how people who want to hurt her are out there. Kittens stay inside all day where they belong, safe to be the soft little housepets they are.

History/info stalker as well. He will find out everything about your past and you in general - memorize things like your height, birthday, grades, blood type, etc. Will also deep-dive through any social media you have, even managing to find anonymous ones, probably by sneaking through your phone as your sleep. He'll learn about your family, how well they treat you, gauges how hard they'll search for you. He'll want to know about any history you have regarding relationships and sex, too. He'll be disappointed to learn you've ever been with and done things with someone else, but that's ok. Everyone makes mistakes, and he can forgive that.

Massive savior complex. This goes double if he did save you from a situation -- he's literally your hero. And he expects that you should at least be grateful enough to acknowledge that. If your family or boyfriend or past boyfriends were abusive or unkind in any way, if you were generally struggling in school or work, if you had any sort of bad life, it will also emphasize this, and he feels he saved you from all of that, and is giving you a better life. And he'll remind you, frequently.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Inevitable, but he's a planner and he takes some time. He's smarter than he seems and he will formulate an extensive plan. If we're talking senior Izuku, well, he's limited, as he only has the dorms and his old apartment where his mother lives. He's likely to wait it out until post-graduation, wait until he gets his own place, which will now be as soon as possible. Whenever you plan to start university or hero work or whatever, well, you'll never actually make it there.

As for how, it depends on your trust. If he's managed to get close to you as he hopes to, at least to the point of friendship, he'll likely just invite you over, one last time before you go your separate ways in life. You walk right into your own imprisonment, not thinking anything is off when he locks the door behind you. If not, if he was never that close to you, or you turn down his offer, well, he'll just do it the old fashioned way. You're a naive little thing, and you'll inevitably be walking by yourself at night at some point for whatever reason, and he knows how to make chloroform. He may look small-ish, but he has a deceptive strength even without the use of OFA, you can't actually hope to overpower him. If he can't catch you out walking, well, once again, you really ought to lock those windows.

Now, a hero Deku, a few years into his 20s and quickly gaining popularity, that sees some poor little civilian getting hurt, he'll just use the excuse of taking you to get help. Clearly you've suffered a concussion, you're not in your right mind, and if you pick up on what's going on and try to call for help, he'll just say so to passersby. People have no reason to distrust him, he's a well-reputed, extremely popular hero, he would never harm someone. So when he says he's just taking you to get medical assistance, no one bats an eye.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Like some of my previous yans, he's one that will intentionally set up escape opportunities just to see how well your conditioning is going. Leave the door unlocked, but sit and wait outside. Make the bonds just a little bit too loose to see if you wiggle out of them. Leave things that could be used as lockpicks to see how smart you are. It's all a test, though, don't worry. He'll be waiting right outside to make sure you don't actually end up going out into the world and getting yourself hurt. He'll be disappointed in you, but don't worry, he's not too mad - it's just his way of knowing you don't understand yet.

Generally, it's tight security. He's one to invest in electronic security -- a shock collar, tracking anklets, cameras that sense motion, a bracelet that tracks your heartbeat, and all of which send him notifications to his phone if anything is out of the ordinary. The cameras he'll be able to watch a live stream of at any time - he's gotten to where he eats lunch alone in his office so that he can just kick back and watch you.

Now, he has something of an urge to show you off, he would love nothing more than for the world to see what a cute little wife he has, but he restrains this urge for your safety. He has a lot of enemies, and he can't have them knowing about his weakness, he can't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of him. So don't expect to even have anyone who knows about you to rely on.

As for attempts... Should you manage to get through all his measures, well, clearly that means they weren't enough. He's another yandere that, you probably shouldn't try unless you are one hundred percent certain you'll succeed, because if not you likely won't get another chance. Security measures will bump up, and he'd likely implant something in you - a tracking chip beneath the skin, deep enough you can't hope to cut it out. That way, even if you get out into the city, he can easily find you and save you again. If you seriously manage to escape for a while, he doesn't handle it well emotionally, to be honest, he might get pretty upset, but again, everyone makes mistakes, so if you apologize -- and you will, even if he has to resort to unpleasant measures to force one out of you -- he'll forgive you.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Izuku is significantly smarter than he seems, much like his strength. Despite his deluded nature, he still recognizes that, since she's too dumb to comprehend her own safety, she's likely to try and pull tricks to get back out of her cage. He's perceptive and can read facial expressions and tone of voice very well, so if you're a good liar there's about a 75% chance he'll pick up on it -- anything else and he definitely will.

He's likely to go along with it, just to expose your lies or plan in the end. He likes giving you the humiliation because it will hopefully make you even less likely to do it in the future.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Izuku goes out of his way to keep you well-entertained, but it's all very... infantilizing. For example, he gets you streaming services and the like, but puts parental content locks on everything so you basically can only consume extremely g-rated type of content. He doesn't want you watching anything violent, or dirty or vulgar, it's not suiting such an innocent little thing. He won't even let you watch the news, unless occasionally forcing you to watch something that he knows is being aired about him, in which case he wants you to see so you're reminded of how good he is. He'll also be able to see your search history, and know if you tried to look up anything he wouldn't approve of, especially things like lockpicking or "how to disable human shock collar," you know, that sorta thing. Or more... adult things, which are also blocked. Besides, you have him, you don't need that.

He'll let you cook, but only in his presence, can't have you getting hurt without him there to fix it. You'll probably start off restrained to a bedroom -- a very heavily safety-proofed one -- in the beginning, gradually earning the privilege of going to other rooms once you've proven you can be trusted.

He'll also really try to get you almost anything you want, really. Clothes, books, hobby supplies, anything he thinks will make you happy and adjust more easily. You can use this to your advantage, really, if you're willing to settle in for your new lifestyle.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Of course, besides the obvious no escaping, no outside contact, and no attacking him, he's actually still got a lot of behavioral rules. Much like the content he allows you to consume, he expects the same from you -- no cursing, no drinking, no vulgarity. No handling knives while he's gone, and he'll know if you do, from the motion-sensing cameras that will alert him of your presence in the kitchen. He's one to humiliate you. Specifically, if you've proven you can't behave at all, or tried to really fight him, he'll get you a nice big cage to live in until you have learned your lesson. The kind they make for big dogs, short enough to force you on all fours, complete with bedding, a padlock, and a water bowl for you to drink from. You'll stay there until you can understand what you did wrong and are ready to grovel at his feet about it. During that time, he'll also ignore anything you say, acting like you're not there.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

He can't risk anything that would damage his reputation and career, so murder is off the table. Unless, of course, it's not murder, but rather a sort of, how do they call it... suicide by hero. There was no other choice, really. It's sad to have a kill on his record, but people understand that sometimes these things happen.

This changes if someone has hurt you in any way -- in that case, he's not hesitating to actually kill someone. The thought of someone hurting his little treasure is infuriating, not only at them, but at himself for not coming into your life and saving you sooner. He'll be sure they know exactly why they're dying, that they spend their last moments begging for forgiveness for what they did to you.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

Easier than you'd think. Izuku doesn't like his delusions being challenged since, again, he has to put in effort to believe them in the first place. If you're being bratty and having tantrums he won't let it slide - even the slightest step out of line is dealt with to ensure you'll at least hesitate before doing it again. If you are the bratty type and blatantly go out of your way to defy him and his rules to his face, it's ground for immediate and pretty intense punishment. His anger is terrifying in its own way. He's beaming, grinning from ear to ear, talking to you so sweetly, but with just the most subtle underlying tone that lets you know he's furious. It's a warning voice, telling you to fix your attitude or else. He doesn't cease the babytalk or petnames when he's mad, it actually gets worse, it helps him contain his fury. But when you hear him say sweetheart in that quiet, sweet, but low voice you've come to recognize and immediately become afraid, he's pretty pleased when it reaches a point where that alone can shut you up. He believes there's a healthy degree of fear that pets should have of their masters.

The easiest and fastest way to set him off by far, though, even more than being mean or disobedient, is silent treatment. That sets him off unlike anything else, and is most likely to make him snap to actual, unrestrained anger, finally showing his true rage and snarling at you, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you off the ground. It will only last a few moments, though, before he comes back to his senses and lets go, apologizing, telling you he hates doing that, but you really seem to try to make him mad, sometimes.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

He kinda bounces back and forth. He's a bit of a worshipper, telling you how beautiful and amazing you are and how he doesn't deserve you, really no one does, you're angelic, nearly a goddess - but at the same time, you're also his little kitten. A pet to be controlled because you don't know what's good for you. Kept away from a world hellbent on harming you. When you agree with him or do what he wants, it's the former. When you disagree with him, it's the latter, and he talks down to you like you're a child.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He'll try until the day he dies. And try he does, very much so, always buying you gifts, telling you sweet things, reassuring you how much he loves you. Even if you show no sign of ever giving in, that doesn't deter him, ever the optimist. It can become infuriating... and maddening, slowly driving you to the brink of insanity. When it comes down to you trying to break him of his delusions versus him trying to break you into them... he will win, you will crack first. No matter how stubborn you think you may be, rest assured, he's even moreso.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

I have a unique little headcanon... he hints to someone about your existence, and will select someone as a back-up caretaker. See, he's worried about the possibility of being killed in his heroism, and what would happen to his poor little kitten then? It might be weeks before someone enters his apartment, and they would never understand -- they would think he did something wrong, they would try to recondition you to the world, sure they'd have good intentions, but they wouldn't realize they're making things worse for you. So, he gets a very trusted friend, someone he knows would understand and... perhaps whom he gets the feeling has a bit of the same tendencies as himself, and more or less tells them that if something should happen to him, they need to go to his place, because something very important to him is there. As jealous as the thought of someone else having you makes him, he can't bear the thought of you being released back into the world... and you're still in the denial phase, so you still act like he's a bad guy and all that, so you might tarnish his name and legacy with lies. He can't have that. So, after careful consideration, he picks someone to take over as your caretaker, should something happen. He would rather know you're in the capable hands of someone he trusts than left to starve in his apartment or thrown out into the world, even if it means someone else having you.

Maybe an odd choice, but I could see him going for Shoto on that one. His personality may be very different from his own, and he may not be as close to him as some others, but he senses they have the same... tendencies and inclinations (am I implying he's definitely a yandere too? Yes), and be trusts him to care for you but also be able to handle and tame you. And honestly? He's one person he knows without a doubt will actually prefer to follow through and have you rather than disregarding his wishes - anyone else, and he's got a little doubt they might just not understand the situation, not understand your unique case, and take you to the police or God forbid, just release you back into the world. He leaves a little note with you (making sure to detail how you can be hard to handle, be patient with her, ok?) and tells you that should anyone with this physical description (I mean, it's a pretty unique description, not too many people look like Shoto), ever come and tell you that he's gone, give them the note, and be nice to your new owner, he's sure he'll love you too. But never forget, he loved you more.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Horny lil thing. His stalking tendencies result in a lot of perverted shit -- stealing your clothes, jerking off to all those pictures of you he's taken, putting hidden microphones in your room so he can hear when you're touching yourself. He's got a high drive, and jerks off quite a bit. Watching you in class often leads to his thoughts racing, and you notice he gets up to use the bathroom pretty frequently during class.

Prior to abduction, he's not brave enough to be touchy, although he will use his innocent demeanor to try and get a nice full-front hug every now and then that seems to last just a bit too long for comfort. After abduction, though? He makes up for all the touching he's wanted to do since he first saw you, wrapping arms around you all the time. When you're cooking he'll come up behind you and just wrap his arms around you, standing there and just enjoying feeling you. At night he's always very cuddle and wants to snuggle on the sofa or have you in his lap in some way. He also gets very grope-y beyond that point, frequently reaching up to cup your chest in his hands, squeezing your ass or thighs, or just spooning and grinding a hard-on against your ass.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Too far into the delusions to care. Granted he understands why you are so resistant, why you fight so hard - you're just scared, but don't worry, it will only hurt just a little bit. Or you're insecure - he'll tell you lots of sweet things, he would just hate for you to not know how much he worships you, you know.

Or maybe you're just prudish, or traumatized. Repeated resistance with time and failure to quickly give in leads him to this conclusion, he becomes convinced that maybe you were raised in a sex-negative environment, a too-conservative household, and you were taught to think such a thing was wrong. Maybe you had some kind of negative experience in the past. If you confess to either of these being true, that just solidifies in his mind that that's the sole reason you're so resistant. He'll adjust based on whatever the issue is - are you one of the "until marriage" people? Well it's not official, but he'll try to prove to you that you're basically married, even make a fake contract for you to sign, buy you a cute white dress and a cake and basically say this is no different from being truly married, after all, the government approval is a modern convention and in the past people were married just by vows.

Is it trauma? Well, as said before, he's reluctant to murder, but if that turns out to be the case, that knowledge is enough to push him over the edge, and he'll be sure to make them regret it while they die - he'll even be sweet enough to take a picture, show you how much they rightfully suffered, and he'll be so so sweet, reassuring you he's not like them, kissing your forehead even as he's ignoring your little cries to stop and sinking deep into you.

Just a prude? That's ok. He'll teach you otherwise, rid you of that mindset -- all the more reason to ignore your struggles and pleas, because once you feel good enough, you'll stop resisting. Once you understand how good sex is and how nice he can make you feel, he's confident he can turn you into his own little cock-hungry slut. And managing to do so -- making you cum despite how prudish you are -- gives him a massive ego boost. Especially if you did have past partners, because clearly they weren't doing their job well, since you're so frigid. He'll make you tell him how much better he is than anyone else from before.

He's not a patient man, he's far too eager and really there's nothing you can do to stop sex from happening like... probably within the first hour of your new life together. He's been waiting such a long time, you know. If you happened to be a civilian in the situation mentioned previously, and you didn't know each other beforehand, he might give you, say, 24 hours to adjust, but again, he's not patient.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Oral fixation

Just. He likes eating you out. A lot. Even if you don't. Even if he has to restrain you, holding you down so you can't squirm away. He likes the taste and the way it makes you squirm and writhe and whimper. He loves blowjobs, too. Just. Suck him off and he's wrapped around your finger, but be warned, he lacks self control in this area and will definitely end up grabbing your hair and just jerking your head like a fleshlight, forcing you to deep-throat him until he can cum down your throat.

Infantilization/Lingerie, corruption/defilement

Specifically the cute kind. He likes things like the kitty keyhole lingerie, thigh highs, schoolgirl uniforms, that sort of thing. Innocent looking, cutesy, lots of soft pinks and pastel colors. He never really ceases treating you like a dumb baby, even with sex, cooing at you and making you whimper, softly reassuring you everything is ok, and he'll make you feel good. He likes the innocence, even if you're not (convinces himself any past boyfriends "don't count" for whatever reason), and gets off to the idea that he's corrupting that innocence, ruining you, making you his and his alone. His little toy to play with and break and ruin, make sure you're so trained to his body and voice that no one else could ever make you feel as good as him. As aforementioned, he likes the idea of taking a little prude and turning you into a little cumslut that begs and whimpers for him. It's an ego, pride thing for him.

Petplay/D/S dynamic/Worship

Just. Kitten. It's good. He's super into the cat ears and tail, finding cute ears that perfectly match your hair color, and a little tail plug that makes you whimper when he slides it inside of you. Definitely calls you "kitten," or "kitty," and importantly, makes sure you call him your master. And good pets love their masters, worship them the way they deserve to be worshipped for taking care of you, feeding you, doing everything for you. Masters are their pets' whole world, and he will be to you, too. Also buys a collar, a nice thick one with a leash he can use to make you walk around on all fours, or use to yank you back onto him when you're getting fucked on your hands and knees.

Cockwarming

Unfortunately, the part of hero work they don't talk about as much is the paperwork. There's quite a bit, actually, and studying for license renewals. He's got a kinda short attention span and he needs some stimulation to keep him focused. Which is how you end up sitting in his lap at his desk, panties down on your ankles, holding perfectly still with him deep inside of you. He tells you not to move -- you'll distract him too much. Eventually, though, it can get to be too much, so he just ends up fucking up into you right there, but after he's done he'll stay inside, gradually getting hard again and repeating the process.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He likes the idea in theory, but ultimately decides against it for a couple of reasons. See, his little kitten is so... difficult, and he fears you might teach them to resent him. More importantly, people would wonder -- if he's got kids, where's the mom? He can't afford to have people snooping about that. Finally, much like with you, he fears that his enemies might kidnap his kids, or hurt them somehow to hurt him. If darling is especially well-behaved, once she's finally broken in and understands his way of seeing things and becomes more agreeable, there's a chance he'd consider it, but the concern over their safety would likely still stop him.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Definitely spanking and impact pain. He's gonna invest in it, too. Leather straps and hard rubber paddles -- probably gets one of the ones that have a little shaped hole or raised part that puts a nice little design imprint on your flesh. Likes making you count for the added humiliation, or making you choose a number of swats that you feel is appropriate for what you did -- but of course, if you go too low under what he had in mind, he'll go with his number and add extra, being sure to let you know you get more for underestimating what you deserve.

Speaking of the monitoring from cameras and all that above, he also has a firm rule that you can't touch yourself. And he'll know -- the bracelet you have alerts him to any increase in heart rate, and he can look into the cameras and see what you're doing. If you're trying to be sneaky, it's still obvious when your heart is racing while you're locked in a bathroom, or the little movements he can make out from under the covers. It also warrants punishment. You want orgasms that bad? Have some. Too many. He'll make you cum over and over, to the point it's horribly painful and sensitive, tying you firmly so you can't move an inch and can't get away from his fingers, tongue, vibrator, or whatever else he chooses. Keep going until you're sobbing and gasping for air, apologizing and crying that you won't do it again.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thigh boy. He likes using them as a pillow, feeling them wrapped around his head when he's eating you out, running his hands up and down the soft flesh. He's also fond of leaving little bite marks and hickeys all up the inside of your thighs -- not that anyone else sees, but it's just a little reminder to you of who you belong to.

#yandere bnha #yandere deku #yandere izuku #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #lena's asks

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thewheezingwyvern · 4 years

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Hi so ⚡ here, I would like to request villan kirishima, bc I too am trying to ignore the current american politics.

I feel like he's the type to heavily praise while stuffing his darling with his (quirk) hardened dick. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, I just think villan kirishima is neat 🥴

Oooh I’ve never tried to tackle Villain!Kirishima before! I will definitely take this distraction ⚡ anon! Since you used the term “darling” I went Yandere for this. And since I decided to give him a sleeve tattoo, I also went Yakuza! I hope this is ok!

@katsukikitten, you asked me to tag you so here you go!

Kinks: Dubcon, Yandere, Kidnapping, implied Stockholm Syndrom, Cream Pie, Praise, Quirk play

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“That’s a good girl.” came a pleasured hiss from his lips, “That’s right take it.”

You were stuffed fuller than you ever thought you could be, walls stretched to the point of pain that mixed with the spearing pleasure that thrummed through you. The texture of his cock, hardened even further by his Quirk, was unusual that constantly pushed you the precipice of agony and ecstasy. It was a precarious balance along the edge of a knife and Kirishima took his time with slow and steady thrusts to keep you right where he wanted you.

He always kept you right where he wanted you. The chain that was attached to your right ankle rattled in reminder. You were not just his darling but his prisoner. A shuddering gasp was pulled past your lips when a particularly firm stroke stimulated that sweet spot deep in your walls. The motion was toe-curling, your fingers clenching into little fists as his massive hand imprisoned both wrists in his grip. Kirishima’s eyes were glazed over with lust, as vivid in their expression as the curling sleeve tattoo on his right arm, a dragon snaking it’s way up his limb.

You would manage to get yourself captured by someone in the Yakuza.

The sheets tangled around your legs as you arched beneath him, hips involuntarily seeking out more pleasure from him. Needy little mewls poured past your lips, sweeter than honey and they made Kirishima so hot for you. He jerked his hips roughly, adding more feeling to that heady cocktail of pain and pleasure he was drowning you in. You opened your eyes wide and whined.

“Fuck that’s right. You’re so perfect, baby.” he praised in a hoarse whisper, peppering your neck with kisses, “Look at you just taking my cock so well. You’re so gorgeous.”

You shouldn’t be so into this. Kirishima had kidnapped you. But he had also taken you off the street to protect you from other criminals who had come to target you. How many times had he protected you? But you were a prisoner! That chain rattled again in grim reminder of what you were and who you belonged to.

Blunted teeth nipped at your delicate skin, murmuring praises to you as you arched and clenched beneath him. It was unbearably arousing to hear him whisper praises against your exposed flesh, cock spearing deep inside of you. A wet tongue laved carefully at each mark he left behind, soothing each bite with careful attention.

“A girl as gorgeous as you,” he bit down on your collarbone, a sharp pain blooming along your nerves, “deserves a real man like me. Pinning you down just like this.” with a grunt he jerked his hips to thrust into you again, “filling you with a cock like mine.”

“I-ah!” you melted into whimpers when his mouth closed around a pert nipple to suck, “Kirishima, fuck please let me cum!”

He gave a low purr in response, “Tell me who you belong to, baby.”

“You, ah! Only you!”

“God that’s sexy.” Kirishima cursed, “And who does this pussy belong to?”

A mess of red hair fell into his face as he stared you down, ploughing deep into your warm, wet entrance for his pleasure. The Yakuza watched as conflict flickered across your face before vanishing when he rubbed his thumb against your greedy little clit.

“Ah! You! Kiri, god p-lpease just fuck me!”

“You’re so hot begging like that.” He set a brutal pace, thrusting into your weeping pussy, “I’ll fuck you like you deserve, princess. Like the good little Yakuza toy you are.”

He was rough, Quirk hardened dick, dragging along your walls and granting you glorious stimulation. The need within you was mounting, urging you to wrap your thighs around his waist, the chain from your ankle jangling quietly with the motion. A feral snarl spilled past Kirishima’s lips and he set an even more rigorous pace inside of you, feeling his own climax draw unbearably close. The sounds of you moaning, whimpering and keening only served to drive him further, every shudder of your voice a sonnet on it’s own for his ears.

“Cum for me, precious.” Kirishima littered rough bites and kisses along your neck, “Scream for me.”

Calloused, thick fingers pinched your sensitive clit and that was the final push over the edge. White flooded your vision as you came around his cock, thick arousal leaking down onto the silky sheets. The villain above you only fucked you through your orgasm, stimulating your fluttering walls until tears were streaming from the corners of your eyes. The sight had him releasing his hot seed into you, flooding your pussy until it was seeping out to the sheets as well.

“That’s my perfect baby.” he kissed your hairline before stretching out at your side, cradling you to his massive chest, “Scream my name next time, I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

#BNHA #BNHA smut #BNHA thirst post #Kirishima x reader #Villain!Kirishima x Reader #Yakuza!Kirishima #Villain Kirishima #my wriitng #⚡ anon

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calliopewritings · 3 years

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only look at me

jaemin x genderneutral!reader

word count: 4.65k

you should’ve known. you mistook kindness for love.

warnings/tags: best friends to lovers (idiots to lovers), fluff, angst

songfic inspired by only - day6 !

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful you

I love you

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful you

I want you to know

My dedication to you

In this world

Perhaps you’re the one person

Who doesn’t know it

The amount of colour decorating the school hallways was almost hurting your eyes, several large “PROM!” signs plastered onto the walls, and decorative garlands across the ceilings. Your school really went all out for prom… and it wasn’t even prom night. In fact, prom wasn’t until next week, but the decorations couldn’t wait it seemed. Despite the excessive amounts of glitter stuck to any available surface, you found the corners of your mouth quirking up in fondness at the sight of several promposals being accepted.

It wasn’t like your heart was made of stone and it was nice to see everyone smiling. There’d been no disastrous prom-related events yet, and you hoped it’d stay that way - you much preferred the promposals with happy endings. You won’t lie and say you didn’t gag at the couple excessively making out in the hallway yesterday, after a sweet promposal, but you’d rather have some not-so-PG-13 action than you’d have people holding back tears as they make a run for the bathroom.

Grabbing some necessary books from your locker, you paid special attention to some students not far from you. The guy down the hallway, currently mid-promposal was in your Physics class, you knew him fairly well. When the girl accepted and pulled him in for an awkward - but sweet - hug, you smiled in relief. Must be nice, you thought.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you sensed a sudden presence leaning on the locker beside yours. “What’s got my beautiful angel smiling today?” leaning softly on the locker was your best friend, a cheeky smile on his face. You huffed out a breath “you need to cool it Jaemin, my urge to resort to violence grows every day.”

“Guess I’ll have to try harder.” He pushed off the lockers and offered his hand, “May I lead you to Social Studies, love?” With a shake of your head, you accepted his hand.

“Do you even listen?” He shrugged. “Your eyes say it all, baby,” he teased, pushing his face into yours, and your nose scrunched at the mere cheesiness. Your head told you it was stupid, he’d just delivered the most generic line ever, but your heartbeat picked up its’ pace and you couldn’t seem to calm it.

The thing with Jaemin was, he looked at you with what seemed like all the love in the universe, and honestly, you probably did the same with him. Problem was, you weren’t sure that meant anything, at least not to him. He had always been the flirty type, he often made moves on you, but they never meant anything, that was just how he was. Besides, he cared immensely for everyone. That was one of the things you admired about him, his ability to care so much, even for strangers. He was always putting other people ahead of himself. He looked at everyone with love, you were sure.

You turned your head to look at your best friend - he was already looking at you. Your eyes met his, and your breath hitched at the close proximity, eyes wide in surprise. You didn’t like it one bit. How your breath was ripped from your lungs whenever he came too close, or whenever you agreed to go to the arcade instead of doing homework, and he beamed that beautiful smile of his. You hated that he looked at you with stars in his eyes, and that he took your breath away, and that he held your hand whenever you’d stand next to each other. You hated it because you loved it so much. You loved him so much. But that also meant you could lose him, and you didn’t want to lose him - your best friend, your comfort, your Jaemin.

So you turned your head again, breaking the eye contact and picking up your pace, as you entered the classroom which you’d reached. Jaemin followed as you took a seat at the back, and he watched as you brought out your book and your colour-coded pens. You felt his gaze. He looked at you with love.

You always

Follow my gaze

With uncertainty in your eyes

Packing your notes back into your bag, you got ready to leave school for the day. You and Jaemin lived close to each other, so you always walked home together. At the cross-section where you had to part ways, he’d always give you at least two flying kisses and a not-very-threatening threat to text when you’d gotten home.

You knew his last lesson of the day was Math, so you went in the direction of his classroom to find him. As you were about to round a corner, you recognised the voice of your best friend speaking. Under normal circumstances, you’d keep walking, but his words made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Will you go to prom with me?”

Heart in your throat, you dared to sneak a peek at the scene. One second was all you needed, you knew the girl. She was in your Literature class - Jieun - very sweet, caring, fun. You’d never heard a single bad thing uttered about her. You were sure they would look good together, no doubt she’d treat him well. You wanted him to find someone who would treat him well.

So then, why was your vision slowly blurring?

However, it wasn’t the person he asked that caught your attention, it was the way he looked at her. He looked at her with love. You should’ve known. You mistook kindness for love. You left in a hurry.

Baby, you are my only love

My love is not two

There is only one

So no need to worry, love

I wish you could entrust yourself to my love

And only look at me

“I’ll message you later, then?” You walked side by side with your new partner for the literature assignment. You managed to discuss it a bit as you made your way to the cafeteria. “Sounds good, Jieun,” you agreed, and the girl smiled back at you with an enthusiastic nod of her head.

You spotted Jaemin at your table, out of the corner of your eye, and just as Jieun was about to part from you and go to her friends, you placed a hesitant hand on her arm. “Uh, do you- do you maybe want to join us for lunch? I-I mean Jaemin and I?” and immediately feared her answer. It was already clear to you, the way she’d be smiling at him, and he’d smile back at her, and it would be sickeningly cute. Maybe he’d hold her hand - he usually held yours - and they’d share food - he always gave you the sweets on the side “they’re almost as sweet as you” he’d add - they’d make a good couple…

To your surprise, Jieun gave a shake of her head, smile still bright, “It’s okay, I won’t disrupt the two of you. Besides, one of my friends owes me lunch.” And then she was off, hurrying towards her own table. Perplexed, but relieved, you went to take a seat with Jaemin, who greeted you with a big smile.

You finished your lunch faster than usual. His heart eyes were becoming increasingly suffocating to you.

As you and Jaemin got up and started walking to the next class, you were stopped by someone behind you. “I-I’m sorry but-” the guy looked a little nervous as his eyes flickered between you and Jaemin, and rested for a while on your linked hands. Then he took a deep breath in and looked straight into your eyes. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” Your brows furrowed in slight confusion - Jaemin’s hand tightened around yours.

The guy’s pleading eyes bore into yours and you could tell he was nervous about something. Letting go of your best friend’s hand, you gave him a small smile, “Go ahead, I’ll be right there,” you assured, and he hesitantly left in the direction of the classroom.

You focused your attention on the stranger in front of you. “How can I help you?” you asked, a small smile on your lips. He nervously shifted his weight, “You probably don’t know me, and uh- uh we don’t have any classes together, but… I- uh- I’ve seen you around and I think you seem really nice so…-” he visibly gulped and your brows furrowed even further. When he spoke again, he did it so quickly you barely registered it, “WouldYouMaybeWantToBeMyDateForProm?” and he ended it with a nervous chuckle.

It took you a couple of seconds to register it fully - and then you felt awful. You didn’t want to reject the guy, he seemed sweet. What if he cries? You couldn’t do that to him, no way. But then… you also couldn’t accept. It wouldn’t be fair to him - not when you knew who you’d be thinking of on prom night.

You looked into his shaking eyes and forced the words out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, but… I’m not really looking for a prom date,” you told him. It wasn’t really a lie. Well only partly at least. You were in fact looking for a prom date, but only if he went by the name of Na Jaemin.

He gave sad smile in return. “Ah, that’s okay. Honestly, I was kind of expecting this outcome,” he rubbed his neck anxiously as his eyes flickered back and forth. Then he cleared his throat, “But hey! If you find yourself in need of a dance partner at prom, feel free to approach me.” You let out a small chuckle, “Of course,” you assured, and his eyes lit up, the sad smile from before dissipating.

When you settled next to Jaemin in class, he looked a little distraught. You linked your pinky finger with his, which was resting on the desk, and gave him a curious look. “Everything okay?” He merely gave a tight smile in return and turned his attention to the teacher who’d just entered. With a small frown, you did the same and directed your attention to the board. However, your mind was on your best friend. Maybe something was wrong…

You tapped his hand with your pinky and you saw his eyes flitting to you. “Want to go to the arcade today?” you offered, hoping to cheer him up, and it seemed to work. His gaze was once again on you and the corners of his mouth lifted a little. His eyes filled with love. You didn’t mind this time, you just didn’t want to see him down. You wanted him to keep looking at you like that.

Why would I look at some else?

When the person right in front of me

Is the most beautiful being

In the entire world

It was raining, and it was raining hard. You’d just gotten up to leave for the day when the rain started violently pouring from above. Umbrella in hand, you rushed to get to the gym hall where Jaemin would be. It was located away from the rest of the building, to get there you’d have to run through the rain, which was fine for you - you had the umbrella. However, Jaemin did not have an umbrella. He’d given his own to someone else that very morning when the rain has been light, as he noticed they were trying to shield their face from the rain with their hands. With no umbrella, he’d merely snuggled under yours and you’d shared.

You and Jaemin usually met at the front gate, and you had no doubt that, despite his lack of shield against the harsh rain, he’d run outside just to get to your meeting spot. So you ran for the gym hall. Luckily, your teacher let you off a couple of minutes before class ended, so you hoped you’d be able to reach him before he stupidly walked into the rain and caught a cold.

You got there just in time - he was just about to step into the rain when you reached him. He looked surprised to see you there and rested a comforting hand on your shoulder as you put your hands on your knees and caught your breath. “Y/n? Did you run here?” You huffed out a small “Yes,” as you regained your posture, having caught your breath. He sent an amused smile your way and you sent a bright one in return. His smile took away your breath, just as it always did, but you were just happy to have gotten there in time.

You opened up the umbrella you’d carried, and he stepped under it with you.

“Thanks, Angel.” You turned your head to see him still smiling at you. He looked at you with love. His hair stuck lightly to his forehead, probably from showering after PE, but the rain had wet his skin slightly as well. Quite simply, he looked ethereal to you (he always did though). Your breath caught again, and your heart sped up like crazy as you took in the sight of your best friend. You looked at him with love too.

You also know in your heart

That I can’t lie

I think you feel my sincerity

A squeal pierced through your ears and you grimaced at the sound. Your friend, Sooyoung, grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you lightly. “You look just dashing! Want to get married?” with a chuckle you gestured for her to turn around, “Just let me zip you up, silly.”

Prom night arrived quicker than expected - to be honest, you’d been fearing it a bit. You didn’t want to worry about Jieun and Jaemin slow dancing, gazing lovingly at each other, which is why you made Sooyoung promise to not leave your side.

You zipped up her dress and she immediately sat the two of you down on the bed. “Do you want me to rig the votes? I can make you and Jaemin win?” you noted that she sounded a bit too excited at the prospect and quickly denied. “No way! He’s there with Jieun!”

Your friend let out a sigh and went to put on her earrings, “If you say so Y/n. Just let me know if you need anything, I’m not opposed to crime either, you know.” With a chuckle, you threw a nearby pillow at the girl, “Don’t make me an accomplice when you actually commit a crime one day, Sooyoung.” She merely smiled at your remark and threw the pillow right back at you. “But that’s what friends are for!” And she pulled you into a hug which had you both toppling over on her bed.

At least you’d have Sooyoung by your side tonight - someone to take your mind of Jaemin and Jieun and the way they’d look perfect next to each other. Maybe their parents are taking cute photos of them right now… Maybe they’ll be leaving in Jaemin’s car soon… Maybe she’ll sit in the passenger seat, which is usually reserved for you. At least she’s sweet. She’ll be so good to him. She’ll look at him with love. That’s good… Right?

I have no thoughts of sharing this love

With anyone other than you

I am ready only for you

The over-the-top decorations in the hallways were clearly just a small appetiser to the real deal because the school gym hall was absolutely stuffed with decorations and - though the amount of glitter that adorned the room made you fear you might choke and die on it - you were stunned at how pretty it was. Tables filled with snack and drinks placed on your left, Sooyoung on your right. She nudged you with her elbow, “Let’s pillage the snack table,” and then she was pulling you by the hand with newfound animosity in her eyes.

After half an hour by the snacks, you were able to convince Sooyoung she’d stolen enough already. “I could’ve fit at least three more mini pizzas in there, you know, and those are heavenly the day after,” she complained, and you gave her arm a weak slap. “I’ll buy you as many mini pizzas as you want, as long as you stop stuffing them in your bag,” you assured her, and she turned you to look at her, pinky in the air. “Pinky promise?” With a nod and an amused smile, you linked your finger with hers. “Pinky promise.”

Distraught by Sooyoung, you didn’t notice Jaemin and Jieun talking nearby, nor did you notice his eyes on you the entire time.

With Sooyoung in the bathroom, you’d sat down at a vacant table to relax a bit. You jumped in your seat, startled, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Whipping your head to see who the owner of the hand was, you were surprised to see Jaemin standing there with a sheepish smile. “Care for a dance?” He offered his hand to you. Slightly stunned, you slowly took his hand and got up. Is it wrong? He was there with someone else after all. Where is Jieun?

He led you to the dance floor and gingerly placed his hands on your waist as he pulled you closer. Once again, your breath hitched at the proximity but you didn’t dare to make eye contact. Uncertain hands snaked around his neck and settled there. “How’s your night so far?” he asked with a smile as he made you do a small twirl. The twirl caught you off guard, and you found yourself smiling at the unexpected move. “It’s been good. Apprehended a criminal earlier,” you replied, and he chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed Sooyoung’s not-so-subtle theft.”

As the song slowly came to an end, you couldn’t take his gaze on you anymore. “Don’t look at me like that,” you told him - harsher than you intended, but just as you were about to apologise, his face inched closer to yours. “Like what?” he teased. You didn’t respond - not verbally at least. Your body was screaming at you, responding in almost every way possible. You merely turned your head to the side. His gaze, which you barely caught out of the corner of your eye, turned from teasing to worried. “Angel?” You hummed in acknowledgement, and he let out a sigh. “Want to get out of here?” he offered, and you turned to face him again, head tilted in confusion. What about Jieun? “What-What about your date?” you asked, incredulous, and you’d never seen your best friend look so perplexed. “I don’t have a date?”

Your heart twisted in stupid hope, and you tried to stop it. He doesn’t have a date? How? Where is Jieun anyway? You searched the room for said girl, but couldn’t spot her anywhere. Did she reject him? No way, right? With a million thoughts floating through your head, your best friend shook you back to reality, and you noticed his curious eyes on you.

“You really don’t have a date?” you asked again, and he shook his head. “Ok then,” you gave a nod. “Let’s go.”

You expected him to smile and lead you out then, but you could tell he was now battling something in his head. Mouth opening and closing, he asked a hesitant question. “What about yours?” Your head tilted in confusion again. “My… what?”

“Your date.” He said as if it were obvious, and you let out a noise of confusion. “I don’t have a date either. Why would I have a date? Who would even be my date?” you spluttered, flabbergasted at his assumption. Jaemin looked just as surprised as you did, completely frozen it seemed. He slowly regathered his wits again, and took a hold of your hand, “Well, let’s go then.”

Don’t worry

This love is yours

There is no one else for me but you

Hold onto me tightly with both hands

And please don’t let go, you

You entered Jaemin’s car, taking your usual spot in the passenger seat. Jaemin never drove to school but sometimes he’d stop by your house and insist you join him for a trip to the beach. Countless hours were spent in the passenger seat of his car - on sunny days, with the radio on, and full hearts.

He started the car and rolled onto the road, you knew exactly where he was going. Your town had a secluded hillside - like one from a horror movie, where the kids get murdered, except this one was beautiful and safe and it reminded you of Jaemin. He first took you there, when someone at school had thrown their drink at you because you refused to do their homework for them. You didn’t want to see anyone that day, so Jaemin took you to the hillside and assured you no one would disturb you there. Back then, he didn’t have the car, you were kids, so he’d grabbed you by the hand and started the 15-minute walk… That was many years ago.

“Why don’t you have a date?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. His eyes were on the road. You let out a small giggle at the question. “What do you mean?” You noticed his lips slowly turning into a pout. You knew he wasn’t aware of the cute pout forming on his face - you took your time admiring him.

“I just- That guy… That day in the hallway. I was sure he’d ask you out,” he told you, and you unconsciously bit your lip. “Yeah, he did,” you admitted, and his head turned to you for a quick second, before flitting back to the road.

“Then why-”

“I didn’t really know him,” you told him. Again, technically not a lie. He slowly nodded in understanding. He pulled onto a more secluded road, and you knew you were nearing the destination.

“What about you?” You turned to look at him, “Why don’t you have a date?” His mouth opened as if to speak, but he closed it again. You decided to speak up then instead, “To be honest, I overheard you one day in the hallway,” you told him, and his face contorted in confusion. “I heard you ask out Jieun, Jaemin.” The car was silent for a moment, you waited for him to speak up. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to listen in on it. I don’t know why you two are not here together, but whatever the reason is, you should know that anyone would be a fool to reject you and-”

“You think I wanted to bring Jieun to prom?” he asked, incredulous, as the car came to a stop at the destination. Perplexed, you looked at your friend, “Why else would you ask her?”

You saw him hesitate for a second, before he stepped out of the car, and walked to the viewpoint. You followed him.

“I was practising asking someone else out,” he told you, with a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks, and looked at your best friend in slight wonder. “You looked at her very fondly though,” you shrugged, and focused your attention on the city below you. You sensed his eyes on you.

“Why would I look at someone else, when the person right in front of me, is the most beautiful?”

One second. Two seconds. You lost count. Did he- Did he say that to you? No one else is here. No way. You turned to catch the gaze of your best friend - your breath hitched and your heart beat so loud you couldn’t hear anything else. He looked at you with so much love, he always did. So why does it seem different now? You never wanted him to stop. You caught his eyes flickering - to your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips - as if he were trying to read you. He was nervous.

“J-Jaemi-”

“I can’t think straight with you,” he interrupted. The world spun a little faster around you. “Angel, you are my only love. There is no one else for me but you. I thought I made it obvious, but- perhaps you’re the one person who doesn’t know it,” he let out a soft chuckle, and it tugged on your heartstrings and warmed your cheeks. Your hands itched to reach out and hold his, but you stayed put.

“Jieun offered to help me practice. I was practising asking you out.” His eyes settled on the ground, head low, he looked like a child being scolded. “I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same. I- uh- I just wanted you to know, you know?” he softly kicked a rock on the ground as he rubbed his neck anxiously. You could do nothing but stare at him in adoration - you’d never seen your best friend like this before. You should’ve known. You mistook love for kindness.

“Even if you- If you don’t feel the same, I’ll always be here for you… If you want…” and his eyes slowly looked up to meet yours. Questioning gaze boring into yours. You weren’t sure how you were looking at him, but perhaps it didn’t quite radiate the overwhelming warmth he’d caused all over your body, because he seemed embarrassed, stuttering out another apology. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll give you some space, I shouldn’t have-” but you didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, you gave in, and let your hands reach out to grab his, as you used the grip to pull him closer to you. When your chest pressed against his, you heard his breath hitch - you weren’t sure how long you’d been holding your own. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you hugged him tightly.

“The last thing I want from you is space,” you told him honestly, and pulled back to look him in the eyes. His eyes were still a pool of uncertainty, and you realised your response hadn’t cleared up your feelings very well. Though you had to wonder if he couldn’t feel your heart beating wildly against his own. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, hoping to bring the nervous boy some comfort, and then you kissed him.

The kiss was slow, but sure, and the moment your lips met, you felt him exhale into the kiss. His arms relaxed around you, and his nervousness faded bit by bit. Letting the hand that wasn’t caressing his cheek, pull him closer by the neck, you deepened the kiss. You didn’t want to part ways until you’d made sure there would be no space to doubt, just how much you loved him back. In turn, his arms tightened around your waist and you were pulled flush against him.

You wanted to keep going, to shower him with kisses, but you couldn’t help your happy giggle, and he soon followed. With lovestruck smiles on your faces, you both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other. “My love is yours, Jaemin, all yours.”

He let out a boyish giggle and hugged you tighter. “My angel is all mine,” he teased with a cheeky smile and you fake gagged at his antics. He only smiled brighter as he brought you in for a kiss. When you pulled away, you caught his gaze. You looked at each other with love.

I got only one love

Not two

For you

I got only one love

Just the one

I got only one love

Not two

For you

I wish you could entrust yourself to my love

And only look at me

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BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

#bnha 289 #iida tenya #hadou nejire #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #todorokibowl 2020 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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crossedvenom · 3 years

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if you want to could you write a small little love at first sight trope with bakugou, sero, and denki 😅😘 if you have time and all that ofc !

Yes Ofc I can🖤🖤 I got a little caried away writing these. They longer than expected.

ty for the request (人 ◕ω◕)

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Bakugo was walking down the halls with his fists balled in his pockets. He was currently resisting the urge to hit something or someone. He doesn’t know why but ever since he woke up it felt like the world was trying to purposefully piss him off.

The hallway was mostly quiet apart from the occasional student passing by. Everyone seemed to be in the lunchroom. The silence did nothing to help the growing rage that was Bakugo. All the silence did was make him think about all that went wrong that day.

First, his alarm didn’t go off so he was late to class, Then “That damn Deku” had the highest test grade in the class for Mr. Cementosss’ idiotic Math test. Whenever Midoriya beat him at anything it was an instant way to sour his mood.

It felt like Kaminari and the rest of the bunch were more annoying than usual. They kept on bugging him about meeting this general studies student. He doesn’t know who they were and he doesn’t really care. But if he didn’t show up Racoon eyes would never let him hear the end of it.

So here he is walking to the general studies classroom with a pounding headache to meet up with everyone. He’s just going to drop in, cram his lunch down, and leave.

He slowly slid the door open but you guys were so rowdy and loud that you didn’t even notice him step in. He absentmindedly started looking for this mystery person and he almost immediately found them.

It’s cringey for him to even say this but the world almost seemed too slow. He felt his fists unclench and he couldn’t even hear the hammering in his head. He just stood there like a dope staring at you. You were laughing and messing around with the rest of the group.

There were a few rays of sunlight that seemed to leak past the barely open curtains and reflect off of your skin. Making it seem like you were glowing.

‘what was he mad about earlier?’ He can’t seem to remember.

I’m that moment to Bakugo he found something that seemed untouchable, you seemed untouchable. He wouldn’t know he was experiencing love for the first time. at least not yet.

He starts to walk towards you the group.

“Kachan!” Denki slaps him on the back as he walks past. Bakugo didn't even yell at him like he usually did when Denki used that stupid nickname on him he just sat down.

He didn’t listen when Mina was asking everyone if they wanted to go to the mall this weekend or when Denki was talking about new video game releases. He was just zoned in on you.

He’ll figure out why his hands suddenly get so sweaty when you’re around and why he has the sudden urge to impress you eventually.

And when he does it’s like a “Well Shi-“ kinda moment. He’ll love you in his own way. Insults and spicy food:)

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“Man, what happened to the weather?” Sero stuck his hand out from under the bridge he was taking shelter under and into the pouring rain. “And it was such a beautiful day too..”

He decided that he had a long enough break. So he pushed some wet strands of hair back and put his helmet back on. It was his third month of becoming an official sidekick. He had graduated from Yuuei a few months prior and was finally out on the field known as the Taping hero ‘Cellophane’

Slinging around he was surveying the area but it seemed like he was on autopilot. He was just waiting for the time he could go back to the agency and dry off. His patrol ended in an hour or so.

he was pulled out of his trance when he heard giggling.

‘That's weird’ he thought and began to move in the direction where it came from

It wasn't a creepy laugh but he usually heard the silent curses of people trying to get out of the rain. So obviously when he heard this he had to investigate. That's when he came across you.

You were one of a kind for sure. While others seemed to curse at the sky or let the gloomy weather ruin their entire day you seemed to bring joy out of it. Wearing a big smile and absolutely soaked to the bone, you tilted your head back and stuck your tongue out trying to catch a raindrop in your mouth.

Sero’s eyes widened in amusement watching this adult do something so childlike. He started to take in your appearance. The wet strands of hair sticking to your face and the drenched clothes clinging to your body. He felt the chill of the rain leave his body. It was replaced with a sense of ease

He could have sat there all day if he hadn't noticed your now paranoid behavior you were looking around franticly like you were looking for something.

Little did he know you were actually looking for him. Not specifically but you had felt a pair of eyes on you and the feeling of being watched was not a comfortable one. You went to pick up your bag and head home.

Sero noticed you were about to leave, he didn't want you to leave

This was his sign to make a move and stop gawking, he at least needed to know your name. Just about the moment that he was about to swoop in and introduce himself, there was a distant ‘boom’

His head flung around and saw a large cloud of dust not too far from here. Police sirens could already be heard. He looked from you to the obvious sign of a villain attack.

He debated whether or not to head into the fight a little bit later. Surely there was plenty of other hero's to help. All he needed was a couple minutes to say “H-

He had a job to do he would worry about finding you later. Before he could talk himself out of it, he forced himself to drag himself towards the danger and away from you.

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Hours had passed and everything had finally settled down the villain was in custody and he had finished his report and could clock out. The villain had a water quirk and was using the stormy weather to his advantage.

But that wasn't important even though he was exhausted from a long day he had to go back to that park. A hope within told him that you had stayed there, that he still had a chance to introduce himself.

But by the time he had arrived at the park.

You were already long gone.

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Denki finally turned off his consul and crawled into bed. He plugged his phone in and looked at the clock

2:34AM

Wow...he’s in bed earlier than last night!

He can’t help it though he met an online friend a couple months ago and ever since his sleep schedule hasn’t been the same. He’ll get on at 8 and say he’s going to go to bed before 11 but when he sees you join the party...A couple more minutes won’t hurt? But who is he trying to kid? The minutes turn into hours but it doesn’t feel like it. Not with you at least

He doesn’t even need to look at you to know that you’re someone special. You guys are best friends. He thinks about you in class, at lunch. Bakugos threatened to rip his lips off because he talks about you so much.

So he can’t help but smile and feel giddy when he recalls his earlier conversation with you.

“There’s a new Arcade opening up near my house and I wanted to go with some friends but they don’t exactly enjoy those kinda things” you spoke into your headset half asleep.

“Oh really? Funny cause there’s also a new Arcade opening up a couple blocks down from my school.” He’s half brain dead as well not putting much thought into it.

“Yeah, It’s a cheesy name like Austin’s Arcade. It apparently has like Go-Karts and Roller skating-“

“Oh the place that’s opening up near me is also called Austin’s....”

“.....”

“....”

If you guys weren’t awake before you sure are now.

“Holy crap! Wait you live near me! We should totally go together!”

“Yeah!”

Denki was smiling like an idiot after months of endless late-night talks and getting to know each other. He’s finally going to be able to see you.

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He was walking down the street glancing up from his phone every now and then to make sure he didn’t run into anything. Many times he debated whether or not to turn back he was so nervous but he didn’t know why.

You were so easy to talk to and he was so comfortable around you so he didn’t get why the closer he got to the Arcade the faster his heart seemed to speed up. And why was he constantly checking his reflection in shop windows to make sure he looked alright. He’s never cared about these types of things before.

This was his last turn and then he would be able to see you. It's not like he hasn’t seen pictures of you but something about the real thing is different.

He quickly typed “here🕺” and sent it to and then put it into his pocket. He looked around for you and there he saw you, you were standing just outside the entrance cluelessly looking around for him in the busy crowd.

He tried to step forward to go talk to you but he just took a moment to take you in and admire the view. The light breeze was blowing and just barely moving your hair. It was the perfect day for this clear sky and warm weather that seemed to envelop him in a hug and it smelled like the many food carts and stands on the street. It was busy since it was opening day. But even with all these people, you seemed to stick out from the crowd to him.

But then you spotted him. Making eye contact, your (E/C) eyes seemed to take his breath away. The small smile that overtook your mouth when you saw him make Denki’s heart do flips. He was definitely blushing just barely though Denki knew how to keep it cool.

You picked up your bag and waved him over. He caught his breath and began to walk towards you. He had a smile on that could put All Might's signature smile to shame. He stepped in front of you

“Hi I’m Denki”

You giggled “it’s so weird not hearing your gamer tag”

And the day begins...

#bnha sero #mha imagines #mha #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x you #mha denki #denki x reader #sero x reader #denki kaminari #bakugo katuski x reader #fluff #bhna x you #sero x you #bakugo x reader

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years

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“All you have to do is ask” Chapter 4 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: The morning after! How awkward could it be when Reader and Dr. Reid meet in the bullpen the next morning? An honest conversation turns smutty and Reader is starting to rethink some decisions.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 3.6k for Chapter 4

Content Warnings: No smut actually happens this chapter, but there is a lot of smutty talk. BDSM themes. Fluff. Tiny bit of angst if you squint.

A/n: This chapter was initially just supposed to be filler, but when I sat down to write it, it became really important to me. The way BDSM dynamics are presented is really important to me, so I wanted to do it justice. The actually femdom kicks off in Chapter 5 😌 (Also, tumblr isn’t letting me tag some people and its slowly driving me insane.)

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized text are Reader’s thoughts.

-- Chapter 4 – “Please don’t lie to me.” --

I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen when I got to work the following morning; my mind spun in circles while the elevator slowly brought me to the floor that housed our elite FBI unit. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from straying to last night.

Spencer had fallen asleep with his head in my lap, my fingers moving softly over his scalp, brushing through his curls. I sat there for longer than I wanted to admit, lost in thought. How did I let this happen? I thought over and over again. Did I break my rules because I knew Spencer? I trusted him with my life; I trusted the entire time with my life, I had to. Perhaps that’s why I let him kiss me, let him touch me. I trusted the good doctor in a way I hadn’t trusted anyone I had been intimate with in a long time.

That must be it. I refused to look at it on a deeper level; I couldn’t. I had to keep my feelings in check. I wouldn’t risk my job, my life, my world over unchecked emotions. Not again.

The metal doors slid open; the bullpen was already buzzing with activity at 7:50 in the morning. I usually arrived earlier, but I had stopped for coffee. I reasoned that it was just a treat for myself; not an excuse to avoid the office coffee station, which we all knew was the domain of Dr. Spencer Reid. I hadn’t received any messages from Garcia or Hotch, leading me to assume today was another day of paperwork.

I tried to stop my eyes from searching for him, but it was no use. He was like a magnet for my senses. Most of us typed up our reports and only wrote when we had to, but most of us were not Dr. Reid. He was hunched over, papers scattered over his desk in some pattern of order only he would understand. His pen scribbled quickly over the pages, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.

It wasn’t until he glanced up suddenly that I became aware of the world around me; someone had said my name, alerting him to my presence. Looking around, I shot Prentiss a smile, her gaze already on my face. “Hi, Em,” I said in greeting.

Her smile confirmed my suspicions that she was the one who had spoken. “Did you do anything fun last night? You didn’t answer my text.”

Who, me? “Oh, nothing much,” I said brightly, placing my bag at my desk, setting my coffee down. “I just did some stuff around the house. I’m sorry I didn’t see your text.” I hadn’t seen her text until hours after she sent it. I was so wrapped up in that man I didn’t even look at my phone. For hours.

One of the wonderful things about SSA Emily Prentiss is that nothing phased her; she had lived a life that was too complicated and dangerous to sweat the small stuff. “Not a problem. Are you doing anything tonight? Garcia is trying to organize a girl’s night.”

I could still feel my boy’s eyes on me. “No, I don’t have any plans. If she asks me, I’ll let you know.” Prentiss scoffed, turning back to her work. We both knew Garcia would ask.

Don’t look, don’t look, I kept repeating to myself; but how could I not? Slowly, my head turned towards him, finding him already staring at me. To anyone else, his face would have appeared blank, but after last night, I knew him better than that. He didn’t have his glasses on today, he wore a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, his messy curls hanging in a state of permanent disarray around his face. Calling his eyes brown was doing them an injustice; not quite hazel, they were filled with so many tiny shards of color, giving them a depth I had never noticed before last night.

No, his face wasn’t blank; his face was filled with uncertainty. When he eventually woke up last night, he lifted his head from my lap quickly, his cheeks red with embarrassment. I hadn’t said anything; I kissed his cheek and walked out of his apartment. My poor nervous, beautiful boy. I offered him a small, soft smile. This didn’t have to change anything. Not if he didn’t want it to.

Just because you expect something doesn’t mean you’re ready for it; that’s a lesson I had learned a long time ago that had always held true. I expected Dr. Reid to try and talk to me at some point today. I expected it, but I wasn’t ready when he finally cornered me on my way back to the bullpen from the bathroom. I felt his presence before I saw him; he stepped around the corner, briefly meeting my eyes before he started shuffling awkwardly.

He cleared his throat. “H-hey, y/n. I was…I was hoping that I could talk to you for a minute?”

Still such a nervous boy. I gave him a nod; I knew he needed answers. It wasn’t fair to ignore him just because I was uncomfortable with how I was feeling. I had done this before, Spencer hadn’t. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what Spencer had done before. I turned as he walked past me, following him down the hallway until we reached JJ’s old office. It was filled with old boxes and scattered with case files. It was as private as we were going to get.

I waited for the boy genius to speak first; it might have been cruel, but I really didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to begin. How was I supposed to start this conversation when I remembered the noises he made when his cock was in my mouth? When I could still see the desperation in his eyes when he begged me to cum? After I had gone home last night, I lay in my bed until I couldn't resist the urge anymore. I slid my hand into my panties and remembered those sounds, how he looked, as I brought myself to a powerful orgasm.

I had masturbated thinking about Spencer Reid. That probably wasn't as earth-shattering as I was making it out to be, but I didn't do those sorts of things. I didn't do this shit with someone I work with…someone who has some form of power over any part of my life. I wasn't vulnerable; I was never vulnerable.

“Y/n,” his voice cracked on the last letter of my name. “I…I wanted to talk about yesterday.”

“I figured.” I kept my tone light. Despite my complicated feelings about the situation, I really did care about Spencer. I knew that for certain. Seeing him nervous, squirming, and desperate yesterday was one of the sexiest moments of my life. Seeing him nervous, squirming, and desperate today was different; it made my heart squeeze.

He gave me a smile. “I know we didn’t…talk about things before or after. But…I wanted to thank you.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him, earning a beautiful flush rising on the apples of his cheeks. “No, not about that,” his voice squeaked out, furthering my amusement. “I meant for staying with me. Last night. You could have left after we were…done. But you didn’t. You knew I needed to be close to you…and you stayed with me.” Dr. Reid finally stopped fidgeting, his words less rushed, but still tinged in nervousness. “No matter what happens after this, that meant a lot to me. So, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for knowing you needed aftercare, Spencer.”

“Yes, I do.” Those three words made my breath stutter. Did he know? Did he know how scared I was? Could he tell how badly I wanted to run from the feelings he brought up in me? Knowing my luck, probably.

“You’re welcome, Pretty Boy.” Spencer smiled at the nickname, but I could tell he wasn’t done. Thanking me wasn’t the only reason he’d pulled me in here. I decided to speak before he got the chance to again. “Can I ask you a question?” When he nodded, I asked what I had wanted to know since the moment I met him. “Are you a virgin, Spencer?”

He must have known it was coming; he tried to keep his face impassive, but I could see the embarrassment in his micro-expressions. "No, y/n. I'm not a virgin…" Not super convincing, Doc. “I’m really not,” he gave a small huff of amusement. “I’ve had sex before…just not a lot.”

There is it. “What is not a lot?”

My boy shifted his weight from foot to foot then. "I had sex for the first time when I was 24, right after I joined the Bureau. I've gone on a few dates since then…It's lead to some…stuff, but it's never gone that far again."

“So, you’ve had sex with one person? Was that a woman or a man?”

“She was a woman.” I loved that he didn’t seem offended at the question. Spencer didn’t put on airs of hypermasculinity; I wonder if he had ever given any thought to his sexuality, or if he just accepted that it was what it was.

“Okay. Have you ever thought about having sex with a man?” This wasn’t relevant, I was just curious.

Spencer licked his lips; I could tell this conversation required a lot of courage from him. "Yes. I've been asked out…I've gone on two dates with men." He smiled when my eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’ve kissed men, but men are…they’re so aggressive. At least the ones I have been interested in.”

“Is aggression bad?”

“No,” he went on quickly. “It’s not, usually. I just…I don’t pick up on cues very well. I didn’t feel…safe with them. I was attracted to them, and I wanted to have sex with them…but I didn’t want to do that unless I felt like the person cared about me.” His voice shook, but his eyes never left mine, even as his fingers began to fidget with the end of his tie. “With you…yesterday, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I knew you’d…you’d stop if I wanted you to. And you made me feel like it was okay.” Fuck, why does he do this to my heart? “You made it feel like exploring my sexuality was okay. With you.”

I took a step towards him then; I couldn’t stop myself. He was the sun, lighting up the entire room, and I was just a mere mortal that wanted to stand in his light. I raised my hand to cup his cheek, gazing up at him; he was so tall, so much taller than me. “Exploring your sexuality is okay, Doc.” My voice was firm, leaving no room for debate. “It’s important to feel safe with the people you explore it with. You should never do something that makes you uncomfortable or with a person that doesn’t care about you. I’m honored that you saw that in me.”

He wanted to kiss me; I knew he did, I could see it in his eyes…but he didn’t. I don’t know if it was because we were at work or because he was afraid that I would reject him. I wouldn’t have. His hand came up to cover my own, pulling it down from his face so he could lace his fingers through mine. Just like my kissing him, it wasn’t lost on me that holding my hand was significant to him.

“I know we didn’t talk about it,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. We work together…but, I like you. I trust you. And…if you wanted- if you’re okay with it…I’d like to explore what we talked about yesterday. With you.”

I knew he would want to. Who wouldn’t want to explore the unknown? Especially a curious man like my Dr. Reid? Despite all of that, my heart couldn’t help but swell at his declaration. I loved being dominant in the bedroom. I found that amount of control arousing beyond belief, and I’d never say otherwise. But there was something about the trust that my submissive put in me that fulfilled a different part of me. To be trusted like this…It was something so important and it triggered a feeling of pride in myself. I was worthy of their trust.

I squeezed his hand. “Okay, Doc.” He looked so fucking hopeful. “We can discuss it. This is the unsexy part of any BDSM dynamic. We have to talk…a lot. Communication is what makes this work.” And I do want this to work, which was terrifying. “I want you to take some time to think about this,” I hurried on when it looked like he’d interrupt me. “You need to do some research, Doc. I want you to look at things and decide what or how you want to proceed. Or if you even want to proceed. If you change your mind, that is okay.” He needs to know that. “Then we can have a discussion and go from there.”

Spencer nodded, seeming more comfortable now that he had a task to focus on. “What about work?”

“That’s an important thing to talk about too. Obviously, we can’t do anything obvious at work. There are cameras everywhere. And we need to focus on cases.” He made a noise of agreement. “We need to talk about what works for us. If you’re open to playing together when we’re on a case in certain settings, like back at our hotel, if you want this to be a monogamous dynamic, signals, safe words, and how we establish when a scene starts.”

His eyebrows were so high I was worried they’d disappear into his hairline. “O-okay.”

I smiled. “Good. Think it over; you know where I’ll be.”

Again, just because you expect something doesn't mean you're ready for it. I expected Spencer to want to talk to me again, but I wasn't ready for the text message that popped up on my phone at 6:03 pm.

“I’d like to talk whenever you are free.”

A normal person wouldn’t have been able to do the required research in just 40 minutes, which was the maximum amount of time he could have been home for; but Spencer Reid wasn’t a normal person.

Which is why I text Emily and Garcia some lame excuse about backing out of girl’s night before I told Spencer I was free tonight.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to cancel girl’s night.”

Fucking profilers with eidetic memories. “I’d rather do this. I’ll see you in 20.”

I raised my hand to knock on his door but felt myself pause before my knuckles connected to the wood.

What the fuck am I doing? It was a valid question. It wasn’t too late to back out…but it was also far too late to back out. Before my fingers could decide if they wanted to knock or not, the door in question swung open to reveal the curly-headed man that plagued my thoughts.

He was in the same clothes he wore to work that day, only his tie was missing, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. Spencer’s hair always looked like he just woke up, his curls having a mind of their own and he couldn’t be bothered to tame them. They looked different right now; it was like he had been running his hands through his hair.

I offered him a smile. “Hi, Doc.”

“Hi, y/n.” With a smile of his own, he waved an arm, ushering me into the apartment. It didn’t look any different than it had yesterday, not really. It just felt different. I walked over to his couch, just like I had yesterday. I sat on the same cushion, just like I had yesterday. Everything just felt so different.

Spencer sat beside me, just like yesterday. “I feel bad about making you cancel girl’s night.”

“Don’t. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do, Doc.” I pushed my hair behind my ear; a nervous habit I hope he hadn’t picked up on quite yet. “I want to be here.”

“I want you to be here too.”

It’s unprofessional to swoon, y/n. Get it together.

I mentally shook myself. “Right. So, where do you want to start.”

“Why do you hold your submissives at such a distance?” he licked his lips; he was nervous, but his gaze never dropped from mine. “I respect you and your decisions, but I would really like to understand.”

“…Well, that’s certainly a place to start,” I gave an awkward chuckle. He didn’t return my amusement. My curious boy really wanted to know. “I told you, I got my heart broken. That’s it.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to pressure you,” his voice was so fucking earnest. “I just…I don’t understand. I want to understand. You don’t have to tell me everything, but please don’t lie to me.”

Shame washed over me; I had been stressing how important open and honest communication is and here I am avoiding something because it makes me uncomfortable. This had never been an issue before; none of my previous subs had ever wanted to know. But how could I even explain how embarrassed I was? How stupid I had been? How I gave someone my entire heart when I didn’t even know the kind of person he really was? How could I explain the choices a 22-year-old girl made?

"You're right, Spence," I took a deep breath. "Trust is important. I won't lie to you, but please understand that I'm not comfortable talking about it right now. I've never talked about it with anyone." I reached out for his hand, holding it softly in mine. "It's not that I don't want you, I just…haven't done that with anyone in such a long time."

He didn’t understand, hell, I didn’t even understand, but he accepted what I said…for now, anyway. “Okay,” he squeezed my hand. “We don’t have to do that, and you don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”

My mouth couldn’t help but turn up into a smile. This man. “Thank you.” I let go of his hand, clasping both of mine together and putting them in my lap. I wanted to touch him, but I needed him to not feel any pressure from me for the next part of our conversation. “Now, we need to talk about limits and expectations.” He began shifting in his seat. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but this is all part of it. I assume you’ve done some research, so tell me about what interests you and what doesn’t.”

My boy looked so unsure of himself; he was bearing such a vulnerable part of himself to me, and he was frightened. But no matter how afraid he was, my boy was also brave. “I-…I don’t have any real frame of reference. I’d like to experiment with some things before I decide if it’s a hard limit for me or not.” I nodded in an attempt to encourage him. “I don’t want extreme pain. Or things that are…unsanitary.”

I laughed. “I never expected any different.”

Maybe my laugh relaxed him; he didn't seem quite as tense as he went on. "I'd like to…touch you when you allow it. I've never…really done anything with a woman outside of just penetration. I know the basics of how to…I just would like to do those things. With you. If you ever felt comfortable." I'm almost positive I was blushing now. Spencer Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid, the pride of the BAU wanted to do things to please me; and I was tempted to let him. Who would have thought? “You don’t have to decide now…but the moment you feel comfortable, I’m ready.” His eyes ran up and down my body, I could see his throat work when he swallowed. “I’m really ready.”

After a beat, he went on, “Beyond that, I’m interested in being restrained. I like the idea of choking…but I’m nervous about it. The idea of giving up control and following order is what fascinates me. I…I also wanted to tr-try what you mentioned. In Nebraska.”

As I live and breathe. "Spencer, are you asking me to fuck you?" He knew what I meant; I could see it in the way he bit his lip. "Do you want me to tie you to my bed and make you beg for me to fuck your ass?"

He tried to disguise that whimper, but I fucking heard it. “I-I…It’s not uncommon for men to like that sort of stimulation, given that-“

I raised my hand, placing a finger on his lips before I broke my own rules again. I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his full pink lips. “No shame here, pretty boy. None at all, especially with me.” He watched my mouth move, his posture becoming less tense. “I’d love to fuck you. Pegging a man is something I found arousing, Spencer. The thought of doing it to you turns me on. We can work up to it.”

The smile he gave me was so hesitant and sweet. "Okay." He waited a minute before he went on. "I know that you don't always orgasm with your subs…you don't let them make you cum. I don't want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, but I really, really want to make you cum." I clenched my thighs together. Jesus fucking Christ. “If you’re comfortable, I’d like for you…for that to be part of what we do together. You’re so beautiful when you cum, y/n. I thought about it last night after you went home. I thought about how you taste…I really want to taste you again.”

Fuck. I really wanted him to taste me again too.

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you’re the one that i want (part 8)

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angst, fluff, smut

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“i can’t believe you like those.”

“why not? they’re good. try one!”

“fuck no, i’d rather-”

you shove a lifesaver gummy in seonghwa’s mouth before he can finish his sentence, his face morphing into one of disgust that makes a smile pull at your lips.

your third date was something you never thought you’d experience, him stopping by your house before going to yunho’s last night and asking if you’d wanna see a movie. you expected a quaint theater nestled in the small beach town, not to be greeted in his car with blankets and pillows.

but a few towns over, there’s a drive in movie theater that opens every summer. trucks and convertibles and mini vans littering the entire parking lot, spaced out in front of a large screen as little kids run around together and middle schoolers sit around on blankets and awkwardly graze arms.

you and seonghwa were sprawled out on the hood of his car, a blanket under you as both your backs leaned against the windshield. the movie was set to start after sunset, the sky a pretty pink and orange as everyone waited anxiously.

“did you like that one?” you asked him with a smile, still amused by the look on his face when you’d picked up that candy at the convenience store. and judging from his face and the way it looks like he’s chewing dirt, it appears as if he’s not a fan.

“no,” he says dryly, the pout on your face not even enough to make him endure that disgusting gummy candy.

you pop another one in your mouth, sitting up and crossing your legs as you chew them happily. he’s leaned back on the glass and looks over your body with a smile quirking at his lips, watching as you look around at the sunset.

“you look pretty, baby.”

you nearly choke on the candy making it’s way down your throat, eyes widened because he’ll just say stuff like that so easily at such random times; but with the setting sun and your content disposition, he just felt the need to say it.

“you’re gonna make me choke.”

a smirk crosses his face and he resists the urge to make a comment, instead feeling his chest swell at the flustered look on your pink face. the loud boom of a voice over the intercom silences everyone, an excited gasp leaving you before you shimmy over to seonghwa.

he waits until you cuddle into him to throw the blanket around you, tightening his hold despite the chewing of your gummy candies in his ear. he puts up with it until you close up the bag, resting your arm around his stomach as your attention turns to the screen.

“what movie is it anyway?”

and maybe if you both had known, you would’ve found something else to do tonight.

because thirty minutes in and you both are discovering it was the cheesiest horror movie ever produced. a plot that was all very cliche, a group of young adults who were as attractive as they were stupid, hanging out at a cabin in the woods for a weekend before things start to go awry.

“this is kinda bad,” you whispered to seonghwa under the blanket, the bag of life savers back in your hand as you chew one.

“kinda?” seonghwa hums lowly, narrowing his eyes when you look up at him and offer him another candy.

“you paid for it, you know,” you tell them in an attempt to be convincing, “and you didn’t get any snacks. you should just-”

he grabs your face and presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth and tasting the artificial flavor that is a lot more appetizing on you than the candy itself. you meet his kiss back with a small smile, allowing your fingers to circle his stomach teasingly.

it’s been a week since your second round of night swimming, the ache between your legs building day by day because now that you experienced his touch, you want more. you want to see just how much he can push you and himself, the way he says you’re not ready only making you more and more eager.

your tongue connects with his and he growls lowly, tightening his hold on you because you really have been testing him these days. meeting his lips with a new type of fervor that has him screaming to restrain himself.

but how can he when you’re so eager? when your moaning quietly against his mouth and fisting his shirt in your hand. when your lips are parting against one another so perfectly, he can’t help but rest his hand on the back of your neck and pull you closer.

you’re about to throw your leg around his waist when you remember where you are, a very public place with children and parents and elders around who definitely don’t wanna see two horny teenagers get it on.

so with a dejected sigh, you pull away from him and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

he can feel your pouted lips against his shoulders, pulling your head up to look at him and he wants to laugh at the expression on your face. “what happened?” he asks softly, poking at the pink skin with his pointer finger.

“forgot other people were around,” you mumble softly, his deep chuckle against your head causes your cheeks to flush.

“ah, were you trying to jump up on my cock?” he mumbles in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your ear and causing you to jump away from him with a gasp.

“seonghwa!” you whisper-yell, slapping your hands over your cheeks in embarrassment as he just rests his arm behind his head cockily.

“what?” he asks with a smirk, his tongue poking out to lick at his lip as you become more and more red. you let out a tiny embarrassed cry, shaking your head and narrowing your eyes when he pulls you closer to him.

“i wouldn’t have done that if i thought people were watching,” he speaks lowly to you, purposely picking a spot in the back and keeping an eye on the people around them. “you know i don’t want anyone else hearing how pretty you sound for me.”

you swallow nervously at his words, biting down on your lip so you don’t reach up and kiss him again; instead, you pick up your candy again and plop yourself down in between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his arms wrap around your middle. this was slowly becoming one of your favorite positions with him, the way your back rested on his stomach and his arms secured themselves just below your belly button strangely comforting.

and maybe you could’ve stayed like that comfortably, if the movie wasn’t so awful and boring and you weren’t almost throbbing between your legs; but it’s like he awakened something within you, something you swore off because you were too scared to put yourself out there and hadn’t ever thought you’d experience this yet.

the slight hardness pushing into your back also probably isn’t helping the situation.

it’s why you turn around onto your stomach and look up at him between his legs, the look in your eyes immediately causing his to darken. he can see the lust and desire building in them, that shy innocent look fleeting the more you two continue to push that boundary.

“what do you want, baby?” he asked, even though he already knows. even though he wants so badly to give it you and make you happy. his hand snakes its way into your hair, tugging your head back ever so slightly so he can look you in the eyes better.

the sting on your scalp causes your stomach to swoop, his dark intense gaze and your body pressed against his cock not at all helping your increasing desire. but you can’t find the words to come out, a blush on your cheeks because even though you’re getting bolder, you still feel shy to be so vocally forward.

“hm?” he mumbles, his fingers toying at your lip and you have half the mind to stick your tongue out. but because the ache is getting too much, your face and skin so hot and the overwhelming need to get some relief, you find yourself swallowing your pride.

“i wanna come again,” you say quietly and he almost didn’t expect you to say it.

but fuck is he happy you did, because a sadistic smirk crosses his face and he pulls you by the hair so your lips can collide, gathering the blankets as he mumbles for you to get in the car.

you abide happily, taking your wattle bottles and bag of candy before you plop down in the passenger seat and throw it on the floor. you watch as he throws the blankets in the back, starting up the car as you look at him with a confused expression.

“don’t wanna risk people seeing us,” he says to you, his car reversing out of the spot as he moves to the back of the parking lot. there’s not a car in sight and the sound of the cheesy screams and music is in the distance, seonghwa putting his car in park and moving his seat all the way back.

you swallow as the air in the car becomes thick, with an eletric buzzing that causes you to bite your lip. and before he can say anything, ask if you still wanna do something or go somewhere else, you smile at him shyly before looking down at his lap.

he smirks at your silent way of asking for permission, already so pleased with how polite you are despite the bratty tendencies he’s seen a glimpse of. he pats his thigh welcomingly, watching you bite down harder on your lip as you move over to straddle his lap.

it’s all that needs to happen for your lips to crash, seonghwa grabbing onto your hips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. it’s one of your sloppier kisses, heavy breaths and swapping tongues as you curve your back to press yourself closer to him.

you move against his lap and whine when you feel he’s hard underneath you, your skin warm as you feel pleasure shoot between your legs.

“see what you did, baby?” he hums lowly in your ear, a smirk on his lips feeling you shudder against him. he loves your reactions because they’re always so easy to read, knowing right there in front of him that he makes you just as crazy as you make him; even though he was better at hiding it.

but now he knows he’s losing it becaue you’re so eager and willing and he’s just slowly falling more and more into you as his mouth drops to your neck and peppers kisses against your skin. you lean your head back to make it easier for him, crying out into the cool air when he sucks down harshly.

“you make me so fucking crazy, i don’t think you know,” he growls, sucking and licking and marking your pure skin that he very much plans to mark up. he’s gonna litter your whole fucking neck so people can see you’re his, that someone put them there and that you’re off limits.

even if he’s bad for you and even if you deserve better.

because he’s in too deep now, the way your whining with your head thrown back and hanging onto him like your life depends on it. he’s moved on to the other side, sucking lightly as his hand moves to your chest.

“this okay?” he breaths out, still wanting to make sure you’re always comfortable and not moving too fast. but you roll your head up and look at him with hazy eyes, your cheeks so flushed and hair splayed out around your shoulders that he suppresses a groan himself.

“yes, please,” you whine, a quiet moan leaving your mouth when he slips his hand into your bra and tugs at your hard nipple.

you sigh out and rest your head on his shoulder, grounding your hips down on him and you’ve never felt this overwhelmed by emotion and sexual attraction in your life. never so badly wished you could be more experienced so you could make him feel good too.

because you feel how hard and turned on he is, the way your hips and core are rolling over his cock borderline painful. “i wanna touch you,” you whisper into his skin, resisting the urge to whine when he removes his hand from you.

he picks your head up so you can look at him, his eyes looking at you with such a dark desire you think you need to touch him now. “baby...”

“please, seonghwa,” you whine, not even recognizing your own voice. it sounds high pitched and whiney and desperate, moving back so you can put your hand on his growing bulge. “i wanna try.”

he swallows and you watch his adams apple bob, your wide-eyed, innocent look eventually being the thing to break him. he accepts the way you push him further back into the chair, fumble with his pants before you snake your hand in his boxers.

you look down at his lap almost in confusion at first, taking a few seconds to examine it and get used to the large, foreign piece of skin in your hand. it makes him chuckle, your eyes flying up to his and narrowing at him; he’s totally making fun of you.

“shut up,” you mumble, a full smile spreading across his lips despite the arousal flooding through him. “sorry baby, you’re just so cute,” he mutters, pulling you forward and placing a hard kiss on your lips.

“take your time and spit on your hand. it’ll be okay.”

the words calm you, watching as he leans back on his chair carelessly and looks down at you.

it makes you more determined to make him feel good, the way he’s watching you making you excited and ready to prove yourself to him. you spit on your hand as instructed before reaching down, your finger swirling around the tip and you snap your head up when you hear a breathy exhale leave him.

“keep goin’ baby, i’m good,” he says, even though his voice sounds gruff and tight. you nod your head before you act on instinct, maybe even a few books you’ve read coming to mind as you twist your wet hand and slowly start to jerk him off.

it’s a little awkward and unsteady but he’s still groaning nonetheless, especially when you spit into your hand and immediately start working on him again. your eyes drop down to his glistening tip and you can’t help but think you want your tongue on it, licking at your lips as you envision your mouth swallowing the tip before his growl disrupts you.

“fucking stop it, now,” he reprimands, your hand halting and eyes widening as you look at him. but his face doesn’t hold any anger, if anything it holds so much lust and desire it makes your own resurface ten times harder.

“what did i do?” you ask, feigning innocence like you weren’t just picturing sinking down on your knees and swallowing him whole.

“you know,” he growls, snaking his hand through your hair and pulling you down so your lips are just centimeters apart. “trying to suck my cock, baby?”

you jerk him off at the sound of his words, whining against him as you shake your head.

“how many times have i told you not to lie to me?”

you bite down on your lip, your hand continuing to work him up and down and feeling pride swell in your chest when he throws his head back with a groan.

“i’m- i’m sorry,” you say softly.

but he acts as if you don’t say anything, gripping your hips and flipping you over so you’re pushed back against the seat. he moves the seat back all the way so he can sink to his knees, your chest heaving and wetness seeping into your underwear at seeing him just inches from where you’ve been throbbing for over an hour.

“are you, baby?” he asks, placing a kiss on your thigh and smirking when you spread your legs.

“ye-yes,” you promise, looking down at him and biting on your lip when you see him place kisses all over your inner thigh.

“i wanna eat your pussy,” he growls and you feel yourself clench at his words alone. your mouth falls open and your legs start shaking, something not going unknown to either of you. “can i do that, baby? you want that?”

and the second you nod your head, another polite “please,” leaving your mouth, he undoes your pants and slides your wet underwear down. he smiles upon seeing how wet they are, licking at your thighs and the moan you let out is so pretty, he can’t help but toy at your slit.

“such a wet girl you are,” you hear him say almost mockingly, your head falling back as your eyes close shut. “but you’re also tight for me, aren’t you? has anyone done this to you before?”

he knows the answer is no because everything about you screams innocent (or at least it had before he went and tainted you). but he can’t even feel bad about that right now, not with the way he’s staring at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen and hearing your tiny little moans in the air.

“no,” you sigh out, “just-just you.” and then in a move that just feels right, you pick your head up and your eyes meet his. “because i’m yours, seonghwa.”

your sweet voice is a sharp contrast to the growl that rips through him, his mouth immediately taking your pussy before a surprised scream leaves you; you’d never felt anything like this before.

the way his tongue flicks at your clit and he laps you up like he’s been waiting for this moment. how his finger slowly inches inside of you and it causes your moans and whines to grow louder and more frequent.

he wants to pull away to tell you how sweet you taste and how pretty you sound but he can’t take his mouth away from you, your voice in his head telling you you’re his overwhelming his senses. he just needs to keep tasting you, licking over your clit and curling his finger so you can keep hearing your moans and cries.

“seonghwa, seonghwa, oh my god,” you whine, your hand reaching down to curl your fingers and pull at his dirty blonde hair. “oh my go- this feels so-” his finger curls up into you again and your words get cut off by a loud moan, feeling a knot in your lower stomach threatening to come undone.

“you better come on my fucking tongue,” he growls against you when he pulls his mouth away. “i wanna hear you scream my name, do you understand me?”

you nod your head immediately, your eyes meeting his and you can’t look away when he dives back in. because his eyes stay on yours the whole time, his tongue frantic over your clit as his finger fucks into you. you only break the contact when you scream his name, the orgasm that rips through you so intense and powerful you think you’re gonna pass out.

he rips his mouth off you when you’re about to push him away, breathy sighs and gasps for air leaving you. he leans over and kisses your head before he takes his cock in his hand and jerks himself off over you.

your eyes pop open and you immediately look up to see what he’s doing, not being able to help but watch him pump himself furiously. “look at me, baby,” he growls, your eyes snapping up to his immediately.

you look so fucked out with your flushed skin and messy hair but it only serves to bring him closer, your mouth slamming on his until he comes in his hand and your mouth muffles his groan.

he reaches over your head and grabs one of the blankets, cleaning himself and you off before picking you up off the chair. pants around his thighs and your underwear around your ankles, he plops down before placing you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your back as you bury yourself in his chest.

you both take a few moments to catch your breath, his hand rubbing up and down your back mixed with your post orgasm daze almost bringing you into a slumber. but then he hums against your head, the hand running over your skin going through your hair.

“you good?”

you whine against his chest as you nod your head, burying yourself further into him and nuzzling closer into him. he continues to rub your back, an occasional hum or question leaving him so you don’t fall asleep. but once you feel fully cognizant, you lift your head up to see he’s been staring down at you with a soft look in his eyes.

it’s so different from the dark, heated look he had just moments ago, looking up at you as his tongue and finger fucked you so well.

“hi,” you say quietly, smiling when he lets out a small chuckle at your shyness.

“hey. you okay?”

you nod as you bite down on your lip, his hand reaching out to caress your warm cheek.

“you did good for me, baby.”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, looking down at his stomach as embarrassment takes over; it’s one thing to do and talk like that in the moment but now, you feel your inexperience and shyness creeping in.

he notices too, his thumb trailing across your cheek and down your hickey-covered neck. he can’t even lie that he loves the way they look on you, dark bruises that he put there as the possessive streak he always knew he had comes out with a vengeance.

“really?”

he hears the smallness and unsureness in your tone, bringing your face up so he can pull you into him. “really,” he says with a smile and you can’t believe that everyday, it gets more and more soft and sweet; it causes your heart to stutter and body to feel warm and tingly.

you smile back and can’t help but giggle at the strange sense of pride filling you, throwing yourself back onto his chest and feeling him smile again your head. you don’t know how long you stay cuddle up on his chest, his hand moving to your back again as his lips press feather light kisses to your head.

you think you must fall asleep at one point because you’re only slightly aware of him picking you up and putting you in the passenger seat, your eyes popping open when he reaches for your pants.

“are you tired, baby? want me to bring you home?”

his phone buzzes in the cup holder and he looks at the screen to see it’s yunho, opening up the message as you pull up your cold, wet underwear and pants. you see his teeth dig into his lip as he reads the text, your head turned to the side as he types out a message back.

his eyes meet yours and he feels something pulling in his chest, not wanting to leave you just yet; especially when you’re look up at him looking so sweet and pretty.

“or do you wanna go to a bonfire? yunho just texted me.”

“were you on a date?”

“are you guys together?”

“did you try to eat her!? what the fuck is wrong with you!”

seonghwa rolls his eyes at jongho’s last comment, pushing the younger boy aside and thanking god you walked away to talk to your aunt on the phone.

“shut the fuck up,” seonghwa growls. “i told you guys if i came, you were gonna mind your damn business and not ask any questions.”

“yeah but then you show up with y/n and her neck is completely wrecked. her aunt is gonna think you’re some sort of sadist.”

“we love a dom sadist, would you ever think it? this sweet face,” jongho slurs, reaching up to pinch at his friend’s cheek. hongjoong and yunho burst out laughing, seonghwa sneering before pushing the boy back and watching him land on his butt in the sand.

“if that’s a sweet face, then what the hell do-”

“sorry,” you sigh out as you make your way over to them. “hi guys”

the three boys all smile and say hello, the drunken slur to their words evident to your ears immediately. you miss the way seonghwa eyes them warily, like he’s warning them not to blurt out something completely idiotic in front of you.

and for the first thirty minutes, it goes well.

the five of you just playing corn hole again and laughing hysterically over yunho missing each and every time. but when he throws it out toward the ocean in a fit of rage, that’s when things slowly start to go awry.

seonghwa squeezes your hip when he goes with yunho to get it and jongho couldn’t help but notice, taking you by the hand and asking you to go get another drink with him.

“do you want a drink?”

“oh, uh, no thank you, i’m-”

“c’monnnn,” jongho whines, smiling at you and the way his eyes light up you can’t help but find cute. “just one. it’s good, it’s...” he sticks his hand in the cooler and pools out a white and red can. “raspberry. perfect for you.”

you laugh slightly as you think it over quickly; you’d never drank before but raspberry sounds like it couldn’t possibly be that bad. and you also don’t think the boy in front of you would allow you to refuse, his little pout and sweet eyes eventually being the thing to make you take it from his hand.

“so were you and seonghwa on a date?” he asks as you walk back to the corn hole; yunho and seonghwa still aren’t back, hongjoong laid out on his back in the sand and counting stars aloud.

you bite at your lip and crack open the can, lifting to your nose and surprisingly not disgusted by the smell. you were surprised when seonghwa suggested you come with him, since he had been kind of weird in the beginning about hanging out with his friends around.

but when you asked if that was okay with him, he only looked at you with narrowed eyes and grabbed your hand in his. he intertwined your fingers and drove straight to the beach, not disconnecting your hands until he saw yunho and hongjoong running his way.

but still, you thought it was best to not blow up your spot or initiate any skin ship tonight; you didn’t wanna push it with him and ruin something this good.

“uhhh,” you say, not at all biding your time well before hongjoong’s head snaps up and looks over at you two.

“oh, my gosh, y/n drinks? let’s chug!” an excited shout leaves jongho like his friend had suggested the best idea in the world, the boy dragging you over before lifting hongjoong to his feet.

the blonde runs back over to the cooler clumsily, you and the red-haired boy laughing when jongho face plants right in the sand. but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest, fishing his hand through the cold water and ripping out a beer.

“let’s goooo,” jongho shouts, throwing the can recklessly through the air and falling down in laughter when it smacks off hongjoong’s head.

you look at the boy’s wide-eyed and fearful, immediately checking hongjoong’s head for blood. but the boy shrugs it off and cracks open the can, there countdown of “3, 2, 1″ sending you off into the most disgusting drink of your life.

“all i’m saying is this shit is fucking rigged and-”

seonghwa and yunho look at the sight in front of them in disbelief, you, jongho and hongjoong chugging down drinks before the youngest boy crushes the can against his head. hongjoong is next to finish only a few seconds later, throwing his down in the sand and letting out a loud “fuck!”

you choke your way down to finish, your hand coming up to block your mouth as the urge to gag immediately hits you. seonghwa catches it immediately and runs over to you, moving your head back before asking hongjoong and jongho what the fuck they were thinking.

“chugging,” jongho says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and not surprisingly. i was the greatest.”

you swallow down the urge to vomit after coughing a few times, shaking your head and grabbing onto seonghwa’s wrist. “i’m-i’m okay,” you insist, the taste of alcohol and fruit unfamiliar in your mouth.

seonghwa immediately takes your face in his, wiping at your wet mouth with his finger and ignoring the way the three boys all stare at you. “why did you do that?”

your face falls at his tone and you can’t help but look at him in confusion, a tiny sigh leaving his mouth before he shakes his head. “i mean you didn’t have to chug it,” he tells you, “you could’ve just drank it like a normal person,” seonghwa says, his words biting and cold as he stares back at jongho and hongjoong.

“but that was the game,” you tell him teasingly, his eyes snapping to you and rolling when he sees that look in your eye. he drops his hand from your face and raises an eyebrow at you, already seeing a flush on your cheeks he knows probably isn’t from him.

“have you ever drank before?”

and forty minutes later, he is not surprised in the slightest that your answer was no. because just after that one drink, you were tipsy and it was both the cutest and most frustrating thing he’s ever seen in his life.

you and yunho had pulled him toward the ocean again, the both of singing dory’s phrase over and over again as you tried to run into the water. seonghwa would grab you by the hand or waist every time, shaking his head with as a firm “no,” left his lips.

“why do you have to be so b-boring!” you squeak. “me and yunho want to swim.” your whines don’t warrant an answer from him, he only tightens his hold on your hand and gives his friend a look that screams ‘get the fuck out of here.’

but the blue-haired boy only smirks, far too amused and curious about the dynamic between you two.

“seonghwaaa,” you whine, attempting to rip your hand from his hold. but when that doesn’t work, you step closer to him and snake your arm around his neck, looking up at him with your glossy, wide eyes and small smile. “we can skinny dip again.”

“skinny dip, you say?” yunho quips, seonghwa’s growl outweighed by your small giggle.

“well we didn’t skinny dip, but i lied and told him i did,” you explain to the boy. “i think...i think i’d be too scared. i don’t wanna ha-haunt the fish with my bare-”

“enough,” seonghwa growls, grabbing your hand again and dragging you away from yunho. he knows his friend is getting far too much enjoyment out of this, watching him interact and look at you in a way everyone knows is different.

“you are so bossy,” you whine as he drags you up the beach. “wait, where are you bringing me?”

“home,” he says, “you’re tipsy.”

“tipsy?” you yelp, “i had one drink. are yo-you calling me a lightweight?”

“exactly,” he says lowly, attempting to hide the amusement in his voice. “now c’mon. it’s getting late anyway.”

“it’s getting late anyway,” you mock, the boy’s head snapping to you and the dark look in his eyes that would usually fill you with fear or apprehension only serves to make you giggle.

“you....are so hot.”

seonghwa’s demeanor changes almost immediately, his lips quirking before the laugh he wanted to hold back bubbles out of him.

“why are you laughing, it’s true!” you squeal, taking this opportunity to rip your hand from his and plop down in the sand tiredly.

“you call me pretty all the time and it makes me very nervous, you know,” you ramble on, looking up at him with a pink flush on you cheeks. “but you. you’re like... actually attractive so it’s a lot harder to call you hot. but if you want me to start calling you pretty, i will.”

he smirks at your words despite the way a part of them makes his stomach sink, bending down so he can take your face in his hand. “you don’t have to call me pretty, baby,” he tells you softly and he can’t believe how in the span of ten seconds, he’s completely changed in his tone with you.

“but you are...” you whine, “well, maybe not pretty. but hot. really hot.”

he bites at his lip and he’s probably getting far too much enjoyment out of your tipsy confessions, his eyebrow raising as he debates whether or not to tease you. but then your face changes and you look up at him with vulnerability clear in your gaze.

“i...don’t really know why you like me,” you say with a hiccup, “you could probably be with any girl ever who’s a lot prettier and more...experienced and-”

“don’t,” seonghwa growls lowly, his thumb running over your face sweetly. “no one’s prettier than you.”

your eyes widen and you want a laugh to bubble out of you but for some reason you can’t. you can only pout and look at him with your glossy eyes, your stupid little self feeling sad and insecure all of the sudden.

“that’s a lie,” you tell him softly as you shake your head. “no one thinks that. no one ever really likes me, actually.” you wanna say that not even your own parents or classmates like you, that no one has ever looked your way and actively cared about you felt.

“i do,” seonghwa hums, his heart hurting because he hates that you feel this way. “i liked you the second i saw you.” you look up at him and feel your eyes water, the softness and sincerity in his words causing a lump to form in your throat.

“i was able to tell you were good,” he says quietly, his hand on your cheek moving to run through your hair. “so pretty and sweet and i knew i was gonna want you, baby.” he frowns when your lip quivers and he leans down to kiss you, almost not believing how naturally and easily these words are leaving him.

he just hates to know you think this about yourself. that people have made you feel so low and bad about yourself, you can’t even believe someone as lousy as him is interested in you. it should be him questioning why you like him, why someone as sweet and kind as you would see any potential in someone as fucked up as him.

“please don’t think those things about yourself,” he says lowly in your ear, pulling back to wipe at the tear he hopes to never see again. you smile sadly at him and nod your head, lifting your arms up with a pout and he bites his lip at how childlike you look right now.

“let me bring you home, yeah?”

you nod and smile when he turns around so you’re met with his back, giggling when you hook your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

“only if you come in with me,” you mumble against his ear. he licks at his lips and swears it’s only to tuck you in.

and as hard as it was, he kind of sticks to that promise. he sets you up with water from the bathroom sink as you change into pajamas shorts and an oversized shirt, crawling onto your bed and lifting your arms out to him again.

“stay with me,” you whine tiredly and he shakes his head at you because it’s like you know he can’t resist you anymore.

you smile sleepily when he crawls in your bed with a sigh, laying your head on his chest and tangling your feet with his as you melt into him.

he plays with your hair and kisses the side of your head when you moan sleepily against him, tightening his hold around you and allowing himself a moment to enjoy this.

“you...make me really happy,” you slur into him, the cheesy words ones you would probably never confess to him without a little liquid courage. you’ve always wanted to because he really has made your summer so far the best of your life, but shyness and fear, like always, hold you back.

but the words make his heart lift, smiling against your head as he leans down and presses another soft kiss to your cheek. “you make me happy too,” he says softly, truthfully, because he can’t remember a time he felt this happy and content either.

he feels your smile against his shirt before your even breaths finally indicate you’ve fallen asleep. he peeks down and sees your sleeping figure, feeling his heart swell and he really can’t believe how quickly you made him fall for you.

how every night, he hates the thought of leaving you.

it’s why he allows himself just five more minutes with you, wanting to make sure you’re really asleep before he’s forced to sneak out and crash next door where he knows a million questions are probably waiting for him.

(part 9)

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Summary: You, a long term friend of the twins, notice that Ethan has been acting strange. After beating around the bush for a couple months, Grayson breaks down and tells you what’s going on. You decide to show Ethan something that you never intended for him to read...

A/N: When I started this side blog, I wanted to make it such that it would only feature my writing of who I am obsessed with at the time. I really wanted to comment Ethan’s battle with acne, but didn’t want to take away from the purpose of this blog. So, I put it in this short fic. I hope you all enjoy!

You could see the concern in Grayson’s face as you trudged toward Ethan’s room, your long cardigan flowing majestically behind you with the quick movement. Grayson lurched forward to grab your wrist and you looked at him with a frown.

“I don’t think you understand the state that E is in right now.” Grayson said, looking at the ground instead of meeting your eyes. “I know you’re a fan of tough love, but I don’t think this is the greatest time for it.”

“Grayson, I’m not an asshole.” You said, pulling your arm away from him. “I’m not here to kick him when he’s down...I just want him to see something that I wish I had seen in my most insecure moments.”

Grayson seemed hesitant. You couldn’t blame him. The three of you were usually goofballs, pranking each other and roasting each other whenever you got the chance. It was weird for you to see Grayson so serious and using an inside voice. It was weirder not seeing Ethan at his side. It felt like the world was topsy turvy enough with everything going on, to see your friend group shattered as well pushed you to want to do something about it.

“I’m giving you 10 minutes.” Grayson said after some thought with a sigh. “But, leave the door open.”

“Okay, mom!” You punched his arm, playfully.

Grayson wagged a finger at you putting on his best scolding face before laughing softly. He gestured for you to go up the stairs and you nodded, turning from him.

The walk to Ethan’s room felt longer than usual. You realized it was because you were a bit nervous and it caused you to drag your feet. You took a deep breath and added some pep in your step. This wasn’t the big bad wolf, this was one of your closest friends. If you went in with that mindset, this whole thing was for naught.

As you got closer to Ethan’s room, surprised to see the door already open. You knocked on the door gently as you walked in. You frowned seeing Ethan laying in bed, his head pressed against a pillow with his eyes glued to his phone. He looked paler than you’ve ever seen him and his hazel eyes glossed over as though he was in his own dream world.

“Hey, it’s me.” You said, walking toward him. You tried to put a bit of normalcy in your voice. You hoped he didn’t hearing it quiver.

“Hey...” Ethan said, not enthusiasm in his voice. He didn’t really move. His head was still pressed to the pillow, but he used his feet to clear a space on the bed for you to sit.

“Oh wow the royal treatment.” You grinned. You walked over to him and he turned away slightly.

“Uh, I should let you know, my face is kind of a mess right now.” Ethan said, his words muffled slightly.

You sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him. You could barely see his face, but from what you could see, it didn’t look that bad. If he didn’t bring it up, you probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“Ethan, you’re talking to me.” You pointed at yourself. “If I didn’t apologize for literally every hair disaster I had in the last four years, you shouldn’t apologize for this.”

“They weren’t THAT bad...” Ethan said, finally locking his phone, but still avoiding your eyes.

“Your mom and the other hair stylists staged an intervention because of my last dye job.” You leaned forward and narrowed your eyes. “They emptied the store and had chairs in a circle like freaking Alcoholics Anonymous.”

Ethan laughed softly, a sound you realized that you had missed from the moment you entered the room.

“The chairs were such a nice touch.” Ethan joked doing the ‘chef’s kiss’ motion with his hands. “I wish I could take credit for it, but pretty sure it was someone at the salon.”

“My point is...” You said, moving right along as you resisted the urge to touch your hair now just to check if it was okay. You smiled, “...we’re friends, Ethan. We don’t have to apologize for things like this...”

Ethan went silent. You gulped worried that you went too far already. Now you understood why Grayson was acting they way he was downstairs. You wondered how many times they argued and how many times they shut each other out over the past couple of months. With them, there were two kinds of fighting. There was the fighting when they were both yelling and pushing each other. That was the norm. But, then there was the fighting where they both spoke in the quietest of voices. Where they didn’t make eye contact and only said a few words, usually sandwiched with swears. These were the arguments that worried you most because it usually meant one or both of them was hurting.

“I want to show you something.” You said, pulling out your phone from the front pocket of your jean shorts.

For the first time since you walked in, Ethan looked at you. This also meant that this was the first time you got a good look at him. He did look bad, but not because of his skin. His eyes looked so cold. It was like he was staring through you. You’ve seen him beam at complete strangers and now, he was staring at you like you were invisible.

You controlled your reaction, not wanting him to misunderstand your surprise. You softened your face, but dared not smile. He would be able to see through a phony grin. You looked own at your phone and started to get ready to show him what you planned.

“Grayson doesn’t let me see Twitter.” He said, before glancing away. “If that’s what you’re going to do...”

“Well, thank goodness I’m showing you Tumblr then.” You said, still looking at your screen as you typed in your search.

“Here...” You handed it to him and Ethan took your phone.

“What is this?” He asked, squinting at the brightness of your screen. At the top was ‘ethan dolan’ which searched all the Ethan Dolan tags on Tumblr.

“It’s the top results for Ethan Dolan on Tumblr.” You said, resting your hands on your lap. “I looked it up a long time ago to tease you guys. As you can see there are a lot of edits and stuff, but there’s also fan fiction.”

“I’ve read this stuff.” Ethan said, handing it back to you. “Clearly, you don’t watch our videos.”

There was a hint of a smile as he teased you. With it, you saw a glimmer of the Ethan Dolan you were waiting to emerge. Baby steps.

“Trust me.” You said pushing the phone back towards him. “This is nothing like you have ever read before.”

“You don’t even know which one I’m going to read.” Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Your fans are a lot more...eh, mature in their writing now.” You blushed softly. “Trust me.”

Ethan looked annoyed, but he decided to read one of them. You watched uncomfortably as his face turned redder and redder.

“Why am I spitting on her?” In the most deadpan voice, Ethan broke the silence and asked, looking at you.

“Oh my god!” You yelled, getting embarrassed. “I don’t know! I didn’t write it.”

“Do people think I’m that mean?” Ethan asked, looking back at the phone. “That I’d choke my girlfriend because she said that she was going to go ask Grayson to take care of her. Like OKAY, you do that...”

You snickered. As if Ethan would have such a chill reaction to something like that.

“Oh come on, E.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re not innocent...you know what fetishes are and that some people like being dominated.”

“Are you saying some people because you mean yourself?” Ethan quirked a brow, looking at you with a smug expression.

He was totally messing with you! You have been upset if you weren’t completely relieved

You narrowed your eyes, not giving away you position. “Anyway...now, I want you to go to the recent tab.”

You watched Ethan’s eyes search the screen and then his thumb move to the top of the screen to click on ‘Recent.’ He scrolled down more, his face turning more red.

“Well, that’s a very graphic description of my penis.” Ethan put your phone down and crossed his arms over his pillow, looking at you with a soft smile. “Did you come here to get laid?”

“Ugh, no!” You rolled your eyes. “You’re missing the point...”

“You just had me read written porn about myself...I’m not sure anyone would get the point.” Ethan said, the smile on his lips getting wider as his eyes started to regain the playfulness you had grown to adore.

“What was the difference between the fics in the Top section and the Recent section?” You asked, trying to give him a hint.

“Oh, you’re so acquainted with them that you call them fics?” Ethan asked, leaning back. You could now see that he was shirtless, in long gray sweat shorts, his stomach and chest exposed as he laid back on his head board.

“Alright, that’s it.” You said, pretending to leave as you snatched your phone.

Ethan knew you were bluffing, but he was too nice to call you out on it. “I’m sorry,” He gave you a little pout. “Don’t go.”

“Answer the question...” You said, sitting back down and crossing your legs.

Ethan stuck his hand out to take your phone and you unlocked to hand it to him. He switched between the two tabs.

“Uh, the ones in the top are a lot dirtier, I guess?” He narrowed his eyes. “Not by much though.”

“Okay, what about the gifs and stuff?” You asked. “Still seeing thirst comments?”

Ethan chuckled. “Yeah...about the same.”

“That’s kind of my point, E.” You took your phone and stared him down so he couldn’t look away. “For your fans, you’re still so hot that they want you to choke them and make them beg for you. You’re still their soft boy that they want to spoon and pamper. You’re still their sweetheart that...in all honesty, was probably the first love for many of them. They haven’t noticed your pimples...E.”

Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but you put up a finger.

“But they don’t know how bad it is.” You said in the deep, husky voice you use to imitate him along with your signature arm flex gestures.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “They really don’t. I mean look.” He pointed to his forehead.

“I’m going to lick it.” You said, lurching forward.

“HOLY --- Don’t you dare.” Ethan said, sticking out his foot to stop you.

You laughed, loudly and eventually, Ethan did as well.

“Every time you say something like that’s I’m going to lick. Then you’ll have acne and my spit on you.” You stuck out your tongue.

“I’m going to have nightmares.” Ethan joked, smiling softly.

You slapped his thigh and grinned. “Look, I’ve been kinda where you are. With my skin, with my hair, with my weight...all of it. I kept thinking I didn’t deserve to have fun until I looked perfect. All the while, the people around me didn’t even notice. I bet you probably don’t even remember when I’m talking about...”

Ethan shook his head. He turned his head to look out the window and then realization washed over his face.

Ethan paused for a moment. “I only remember that one day where you didn’t want to go to the beach and then someone told me it was because you didn’t want to go swimsuit shopping...I didn’t really get it at the time. I was just upset because that was the first time we were going to hang out in months and it was the only time Gray and I were free.”

“That’s how I feel about this.” You smiled softly. “To me, Gray, your friends, your family, your FANS...” You pointed to your phone. “We don’t get why you don’t want to come to the beach. We don’t give two hoots how you look in the swimsuit, we just miss you.”

“I can’t say I feel 100% better.” Ethan admitted. “But, I’m feeling a little less...shitty.”

“A little less shitty. I’ll take that.” You smiled, standing up.

“I half expected to come in here and slap me across the face.” Ethan laughed softly.

“Good god, do both Dolan Twins think I’m an asshole?” You put your hands on your hips.

“Oh Tin Man, you do have a heart...” Ethan joked.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it. He grabbed another and hit you back, your laughter filling the room.

“Wanna get something to eat? Or at least go downstairs?” You asked. “You know how Gray gets when he’s left out.”

You imitated Gray hunched over and pouting looking at Ethan from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah...” Ethan smiled, getting off the bed and standing up. “Imma tell him you did that.”

“Heh, do it.” You scoffed. “I’m not afraid him...Just uh, let me start my car.”

You reached in your pocket to pull out your keys and pretended to remote start you car by pointing it at the window.

He gave you a tight hug. “Thanks, kiddo. You’re not half bad most of the time.”

“Yup.” You said, hugging him back lightly. “I’m the best, I know.”

“So be honest....” Ethan asked “...how many of those fics of me have you read?”

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? Grayson, are you calling me?!” You yelled speed walking toward the door.

“Gray! Y/N is lusting after.” Ethan yelled, following you out the door. “She’s prying on your brother in his moment of weakness.”

Grayson smiled as he heard you two thundering down. 9 mins and 35 seconds...not bad at all.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Gamer’s Boy (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Someone messaged me on my Wattpad: “So I've been playing a lot of Pokémon on my 3DS here lately and I got to thinking about how Bakugou would react to playing it So maybe reader-chan introduces Sparky to Pokémon and tries to teach him how to play. Knowing Bakugou, he gets really frustrated with too many wild Pokémon attacking him in the tall grass or when a Pokémon outright ignores his orders. It's just an idea and you can adjust it as you need or want. I really enjoy reading your writing so I know it'll be awesome! Thank you”

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 893

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Guys I’ve been awake for almost 20 hours only on 3 hours of sleep, I’m ready to pass out so this is gonna be a short one. Also just a note, the last Pokemon game I've ever played is Pearl. Yes I'm a boomer, I'll take all the comments go on.

"You're always on that stupid thing, why don't you ever study?" Bakugou grumbles, eyeing my spastic thumbs.

Bakugou sounds a lot like a parent: he does the cooking, barks at me to go to sleep at 9 pm sharp, and nags at me constantly. Part of me thinks he might be an old man or something.

"I'll get off in a few minutes, let me just level up a little more." I barely look up at him, focusing on a pokemon that just appeared out of the tall grass.

My boyfriend roll his eyes and groans. "You said that five times already, hurry up!" The top of his pen taps impatiently on his notebook. "If you don't put it away now, I'm taking it from you."

"You sound like my dad," I mumble under my breath, do a quick save, and close it.

"No wonder you need my help, you can't focus." He flicks my forehead.

"But it's fun! It's not my fault they purposely made it addictive." I reluctantly open my notes.

"What's so fun about it? It's just stupid little monsters fighting each other, but you and Phone Charger play it nonstop."

I gasp as if he's sent me a personal insult. "They aren't stupid! They're my babies! My loyally trained babies who beat up everyone else's babies."

"Oh please, just do your work, dumbass." Bakugou forcefully pushes my head down to focus.

"Maybe if you play it, you won't call it stupid." Sticking my tongue out proves just how childish I am, if it isn't already obvious.

"Yeah, okay." He places his large hand down on my notebook. "If you get in the top half of the class with your exam grades, I'll play your dumb game with you."

If I had ears and a tail, they'd be perked up right now. "Really? It's a deal! Don't go back on your word!"

"I won't, dumbass, now focus already!" He thinks I don't catch the amused lifting of his lips.

"I don't know how you did it, but you did." Bakugou has a blank face on as he peers over my shoulder at my exam sheet.

I couldn't stop smiling from the moment I received the paper. Catching him off guard, I throw my arms around his neck. "It's only because of you, Sparky. Thank you!"

His warm arms hug around my waist. "If you weren't you, I'd destroy you for calling me that." He pulls away and pokes the center of my forehead. "It wasn't just me, you actually used your brain for once dumbass."

Immediately, I place a kiss on his smirking lips, only to chuckle at his slowly blushing ears. "I'm not just happy about the grade. I hope you remember what you promised."

I know he's resisting the urge to groan. "Yes, I promised. Let's go."

"WHAT THE HELL! WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!"

"Babe, that's the whole point-"

"IT'S ANNOYING ME!" If anyone walked into this room right now, they would see the massive vein poking out of his forehead.

"Don't break my DS!" I snatch it out of his hands when I notice his hands tightening around my handheld device. "You're supposed to find pokemon in the grass, how else are you gonna level up enough to beat the gym leaders?"

"I'm just trying to get to the next town, why do they have to come up when I'm just going through?!" He pulls at his hair angrily and positions his head on my shoulder.

"Okay, yeah, that's annoying sometimes, but who can get mad at a little extra training?" My fingers move over the buttons reflexively. I've done this so many times it's become second nature, I would understand how frustrating it must be to play when you're starting out.

"Why do they listen you when you tell them to do stuff?" he grumbles.

"They must know who's playing," I tense him. "They know you don't like them either."

"Why wouldn't they listen to you anyway?! I caught one in that ball thing, that should've told them I'm the master!"

"They have personalities you know. Some of them are just unruly or jokesters." The wild pokemon faints with a final attack. "Besides, you wouldn't like it if you were stuck in a cramped ball all day until you're needed."

Bakugou groans. "It took a couple of those stupid things to catch them. They're rebellious little beasts."

I open the menu to the pokemon I have in my bag. "Look, I named this electric type Denki because he still doesn't listen to me."

"Hmph. Why don't you name one after me?"

I turn my head only to meet with a pouting Bakubaby. "Because I haven't found one that's cute and fluffy enough yet."

"Can't wait to see it. He won't be as cute as me though." His arms envelop me from behind and he pecks my cheek. "I dunno how you do this all day babe, I'd get so fed up."

"Obviously."

"Shut up. I'm not used it like you are."

"I think you should call it my second quirk," I smile brightly at him.

He chuckles at me, his chest rumbling against my back. "No babe, I think that's your talent. I'm proud of you, I guess."

"I'm gonna be the ultimate pokemon parent! I wanna be the very best-!"

"DON'T EVEN START THAT!"

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

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Times Two

Your husband is cloned by a quirk and you just so happen to love that. So what do you do? The only thing that makes sense, of course.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sex (anal and vaginal), DP, foreplay, blowjob, throat fucking, vulgar phrases and words Words: 4681 Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki (x2) x Fem! Reader

a/n: I’m sorry if it’s a bit confusing to tell the difference between clone and real Bakugou. I have it set up like Bakugou = Real. Katsuki = Clone. The reader specifies it as well to try and clear some stuff up. But yeah, this is the naughtiest thing I’ve written in a while and I took some risks, hopefully it works out and y’all enjoy it! Don’t forget to read past the “Read More”!

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Edit: I forgot to add the anon that requested and inspired this lovely idea, I’m sorry! Thank you so much for sending this in! (⋟﹏⋞)

Being married to the explosive Bakugou Katsuki, there is very little that surprises you. That man, as hot headed and rough around the edges as he could be, was always surprising you in one way or another in the forms of sentimental gestures and words that no other person alive was ever meant to hear. Along with being married to him, you were more involved in the life of pro heros than you ever really expected to be, as in his late twenties, he was very quickly becoming a prominent name and popular icon. A new quirk or odd behavior was always expressed to you by him when he arrived home, as he always had something new to rant about. But this… this was not something that you were familiar with. The fact that you were staring at two sets of glaring crimson eyes made you almost feel faint, tempted to shut the door and reopen it just to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

“Katsuki…” You stared up at the one you assumed to be the original, as he was dressed in the clothes he had left in that morning, while the other was in some outfit you had never seen before. “Why… What- I mean… There are two of you.” You gestured from one to the other and back again with an accusatory pointed finger, gaining an annoyed and almost simultaneous click of the tongue from both blondes before you.

“No shit.” The original barked in an annoyed huff, placing a rough hand on your arm to urge you out of the way so they could enter. You followed direction, watching them shuffle in through the door before shutting and locking it into place.

“How are there two of you? Why are there two of you? Which is the real one?”

“I am!” With a point to his own face, Bakugou glowered down at you, the familiar snarl and wedding ring on his finger calming your initial fears. The other Bakugou, who stood awkwardly off to the side, wasn’t wearing a ring and he also gave off a different… energy to the original. It was obvious that he was confused and out of place, though he glanced around at both the environment and at you with a sense of familiarity. Before you could really even say anything else, your husband snatched you by the arm and dragged you off to a different room, making you stumble over your feet for a second before catching your footing.

“No need to drag me around Katsuki—”

Bakugou brought a finger to his lips, hushing you with an urgency that spiked a bit of annoyance in you. All you knew at this point was that he had better start explaining himself quickly before you got frustrated, and the look on your face must have told him that as he began to spill his guts to you.

“Sorry. Look, while I was out at a call, a villain touched me and used their quirk on me to try and catch me off guard. It didn’t work, but it did make him. He is literally me, down to memories and feelings. We have to get rid of him!”

A frown crossed your lips as you glanced out of the doorway, seeing the clone wander about while looking at pictures along the wall. “He’s… not having like a crisis or something? I’m surprised he’s not upset.”

Bakugou shook his head, letting his hands fall down your arms to tenderly hold your hands. “After the villain was caught, she explained her quirk… They may be exactly like me, but they won’t ever realize they’re going to fuck off when they fall asleep. Fuck off as in… turn into a doll. And even though he has all my memories and shit he’s… very compliant.”

“Hm… When he falls asleep he’s gonna turn into a doll? Why don’t we just let him hang around until night time, and he’ll go to sleep. I don’t want you to attack him and knock him out or anything… That’s so mean.” You squeezed his fingers as you tried to have him understand your point of view. “If he’s literally you, then he probably feels really comfortable here. What a shame for his final moments of existence to be fear or pain.”

Bakugou glowered down at you, obviously annoyed with your empathy. “So what, you want to invite him to have dinner and watch TV with us and share our bed?”

“It’s technically his bed, too. He’s you.” You gave a very nonchalant shrug, ignoring the frustrated furrow of your lovers brow. “I don’t want you to hurt him. We should make his only day alive something enjoyable. Let’s go talk to him.”

“Babe—” Bakugou sighed as you walked away from him, towards the clone that instantly peered down at you curiously. He seemed genuinely happy at the smile on your face, and though you could tell he wanted to, he was reluctant to touch you. Fiddling with your nails as you came to stand in front of him, you gave a small cough to clear your throat, glancing back at the real Bakugou as he glared at you from his spot learning against the doorframe.

“So, uhm…” You began, turning your attention to the Bakugou in front of you. “Things can get a little confusing I think, so… How about I call you Katsuki, and him Bakugou.” As you addressed them, you gestured to them, feeling your cheeks flush a bit at how ridiculous you sounded. “I’m used to calling him Katsuki, but it’ll be okay for now. I’ll try not to get you mixed up. Deal?” You glanced back again at Bakugou who merely shrugged in an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ manner, while Katsuki in front of you gave a calm nod.

“Sure, [Name]. I, oh fuck, sorry—” Having unconsiciously placed his hand on your arm, Katsuki quickly pulled it away as you gave a small flinch in surprise. With this, you saw a flash of confusion and defeat across his face, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to do that. Well, of course he hadn’t. To him, you were his lover, his wife and you loved each other fiercely. Physical touch was important between you and Bakugou, and so you knew that it was just as important to Katsuki. Still, you felt conflicted yourself. You could feel the tension from behind you, fuming off of your husband like it was a tangible object. A clone of himself or not, you knew that he wasn’t going to just let another man touch you.

Deciding to change the subject, you motioned towards the bedroom with a small nod of your head, prompting Katsuki to follow you. “Come on. How about you both get comfortable and we can, uhm… Make dinner, I guess.”

Bakugou pushed himself up off the doorframe, entering the room before either of you. “I get my tank and shorts, got it?!”

Katsuki scoffed, reaching behind him to pull his shirt up and over his head. “Whatever, I don’t give a fuck, I’m not going to fight with myself over clothes.”

“Hey, hey, chill. Please.” You placed a hand on Bakugou’s arm to calm him, though by the click of his tongue you got in response, it didn’t work. “You have plenty of clothes to share. Just pick an outfit.” At this point, you already felt like you were babysitting, taking a step back as the two grown men bickered over what comfortable clothes the other wanted. Though, their huffing and puffing wasn’t really what was on your mind. Looking at them, both shirtless now, you felt a heat spread through your cheeks and down to your toes. You had two versions of your husband in your house, both of them who knew who you were and loved you equally. One was definitely in a better mood than the other, but that only made it better.

You couldn’t stop the thoughts and visions flashing through your mind of both men pleasuring you from all sides, one fucking you from behind while the other made you gag on his cock. They were identical, down to the scars and minute imperfections on their skin. You couldn’t resist the sinful thoughts, especially as they continued stripping and changing. The instant Katsuki’s gaze landed on you, catching you staring, you took in a breath and shuffled away, mumbling something about having to go to the restroom. Shutting the door a bit too loudly, you leaned against it, placing a hand on your chest as you tried to calm your heavy breathing and racing heart.

You almost lost it there, [Name]. You gotta calm down, there’s no way the original is gonna fall for a threesome. But this is a once in a lifetime thing! To be fucked by double Katsuki’s… What a dream—

There was a sudden rough knock on the door, startling you so badly that you almost screamed out loud. Heart now racing even worse, you took a few deep breaths, opening the door to peek out. You could instantly see that it was Bakugou, his wedding ring gleaming against the light as his hand came to rest on the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, babe?”

Opening up the door just a bit more, you allowed him to stand halfway inside so you could whisper to each other. You kept yourself close to him, tenderly caressing his upper arm as you let out a trembling breath. “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just… This is a lot to take in all the sudden in a… different way.”

“Different way?” With a cocked eyebrow, he glanced over your body, noticing the timid stance and erect nipples behind the thin cloth of your t-shirt. Your flushed face and pounding heartbeat were dead giveaways as well, though instead of his usual smirk at realizing your current state, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you horny?!”

“Shh!” You reached up and covered his mouth, standing on your tiptoes to look out and make sure you weren’t being listened to. “Don’t say it so loud.”

“So you are.” Bakugou continued when you removed your hand, giving a small shrug. “Well let me in there, we’ll fuck real quick and get to— ah, wait!” Now, he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, shutting the door behind him. In the same moment, he pressed you up against it, forcing a gasp from your lips as his leg wedged firmly into place between yours. He liked to do this, pin you up against whatever solid surface he could and tease the hell out of you, until you were writhing and begging for him to fuck you. Though, this was a bit different, as his glare showed little signs of the typical lust you were familiar with seeing.

“You little slut. You want to fuck both of us, don’t you?” With your hard swallow and guilty gaze, a smirk finally crossed his lips, gripping your chin to force you to look up at him. “I should've known you were going to be like that. You’re so obsessed with the way I fuck you, there’s no way you wouldn’t want it from two of me. What were you thinking, hm? A cock in your ass and your cunt?” His hand began to travel down your body, teasing you with just a hit of that rough touch you craved. “Like hell I’m going to share you with anyone, not even a version of myself.”

“Why not, Katsuki?” Your eyes darted from his face down his his hips, able to see his erect member pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “It would be fun. And so sexy… imagine me, kneeling on the floor, face covered in your cum. Letting you take turns fucking my throat.” Clutching onto his shirt tightly with one hand, you let the other slip between your bodies, slowly and firmly palming his member through the fabric of his bottoms. “You’re already rock hard thinking about it.”

“You think you could handle it?” Bakugou pressed his leg further up between yours to press against your sex, prompting you to eagerly grind your hips. “I leave you ruined just on my own. I don’t think you’d be able to take it. You’d be begging for mercy.”

“You underestimate me, love. The only thing I’d be begging for is more.” You tugged him in closer, catching his lips in a heated kiss. In that same second, you were in his arms, pressed up against the door. Keeping yourself latched to him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you sighed softly at the feeling of his member pressing into your sex, wishing despirately to feel him inside you. While one arm kept you firmly in position, the other hand was free to roam, his rough and calloused palm sliding up your bare thigh. His touch was like fire, telling you just how seriously turned on he was, too. Just maybe you could get him to agree… after letting him have a little fun on his own first.

“Please,” you moaned breathlessly into the kiss, reaching down between your bodies to slip his manhood free from his clothes. “I need to feel you inside me. Right now.” As you moved your poor excuse for pajama shorts and underwear side, Bakugou complied, shifting your body just enough to slip himself inside you. You felt every inch of your body tingle in excitement and pleasure, your heart racing at the sound of his groan against your cheek. He may have teased you about being obsessed with the way he made love to you, but you knew that he was just as addicted. Even though he put on a tough show, you could easily make him do whatever you begged for, like he was wrapped around your little finger. A simple touch or glance could have him immediately wanting you, and now that you had him this far, you knew that you could weasel your way into adding another cock to the party.

You didn’t have much time to contemplate exactly how you would pull that off, distracted as he began to thrust his hips, fucking you at a rough and hard pace that made the wooden door at your back sqeak and rattle with each movement. Every inch of him vanished within your depths with each stroke, fogging your mind to everything but the irresistible pleasure. You were so engrossed, in fact, that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side, only able to focus on Bakugou’s lips and teeth against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt an emptiness at your back and a wash of cold air swallow you both as the door to the restroom was swung open rapidly. With a squeal from your lips and a sharp inhale from Bakugou, you began to tumble backwards at the loss of support. Though, just as soon as it had gone, it was back again, though the presence that you found your back against was more familiar and warm than the cold wooden door. You were now pressed against Katsuki’s chest, his hands gripping onto your upper arms tightly to support the weight of both of you.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” Bakugou barked at his mirror image, glaring at Katsuki over the top of your head. “Get that smirk off your face asshole, who the fuck invited you?!”

“[Name] did. You think I didn’t hear you two talking in there or could tell what she was thinking?” Katsuki’s hands slid under your arms, gripping and squeezing your breasts roughly. You couldn’t resist a soft gasp, the mutual feeling of Bakugou inside you and now Katsuki’s hands on you making your head swim. “I saw her staring at us. Just like you, I know exactly what she wanted. And you weren’t exactly subtle, fucking against the door like that. It’s like you wanted me to notice.”

Trembling, you clutched onto Bakugou’s shoulders tightly, lightly rocking your hips to move him within you. “You two stop fighting and just fuck me already!”

Bakugou complied without a moment's hesitation, using Katsuki’s leverage to keep you stable. Your voice squeaked out in pleasure as you laid your head back, catching Katsuki’s gaze. The lust in his crimson glare was so clear, feeling a heat rush to your face as he smirked against your cheek, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “That’s it, babe,” He hissed in your ear, making your heart flutter violently. His other hand left your breast and vanished elsewhere for a moment, and you could only hope that he was preparing himself for what you wanted most. “You’re such a naughty little bitch. Tell me what you want.”

As Katsuki’s lips came to hover near yours, you could feel it, the hard presence of his cock against your ass as it bounced with Bakugou’s thrusts. The fire inside you began to swell, unable to tear your eyes away from your lovers clone and his hypnotizing crimson glare. “I-I want you both! I want your cock in my ass— ah!” Your voice squeaked as Bakugou increased his speed and roughness, pulling your attention to him.

“Beg harder, babygirl. Beg like the cock hungry slut you are!”

You knew exactly how he wanted you to talk, how filthy he wanted you to be, and it wasn’t something you were going to resist. “P-please, fuck me in my cunt and my ass! Fill me up and use me!”

Again, your pathetic excuse for clothing was moved aside, with Bakugou pausing just long enough to let Katsuki sink his length into your ass. You and Bakugou were no strangers to anal sex, so it wasn’t as if that was what shocked you. No, it was the feeling being completely full, not a single inch of you untouched. There was new pleasures you had never felt before, the heat inside you almost unbearable, and yet, you loved it. Pressed between these two men, who were alike in every sense of the word, cocooned you in warmth, bringing an odd sense of sleepiness to your mind. That is, until they began to move, very quickly finding a rhythm. They didn’t alternate like you expected. Instead, they matched each others pace, making you melt into puddy in their hands.

Trapped in their arms, you couldn’t move, only able to anchor yourself to something with your hands, which clutched onto Bakugou’s shirt and shoulders. Just from the look on his face, you could tell that it felt different for him as well, though in what way you couldn’t really imagine. All you cared about was the fact that he was enjoying it, and so was Katsuki from the groans and soft curses you heard near your ear. Within no time, you could feel it, the pleasure building into a ball in your core, until it exploded in a rush of moans, trembling and uncontrollable jerks of your body.

“Oh fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” Katsuki purred in your ear, both men having to stop from the pressure of your contracting walls. “You’re such a good girl.” Through your panting and soft gasps, Katsuki turned your head with a push of his thumb, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth instantly, forcing you into that submission that you loved and leaving you breathless.

“She’s gotten off too easy,” Bakugou huffed, removing himself from inside you and leaving you aching for his return. “Put her ass on the bed.”

Complying, Katsuki released your lips and removed himself from you as well, taking on the full weight of your body to walk you over to the bed. Dropping you onto the mattress, you bounced with the impact, gazing up at both men expectantly. Smirk on his lips, Bakugou removed his shirt, coming to stand at the side of the bed. Without questioning or waiting for instruction, you scooted your body closer, instantly taking his hard and throbbing cock into your mouth as you rolled over onto your stomach. Propping yourself up on your arms, you lovingly tended to his member, running your tongue along the underside and stroking him with that firm grip you knew he loved. With a pleasured sigh, Bakugou ran his fingers through your hair, stopping at the base of your head to apply pressure to keep you from going anywhere.

Taking a curious glance up at his face, you could instantly tell why, his gaze following Katsuki as he climbed onto the bed behind you. Eager hands gripped your ass, squeezing and spreading you open, even though you still had your shorts and underwear on. “What a filthy little slut you are, drenched through your clothes like that.” A hard smack to your ass followed his words, making you squeak and unconsciously take Bakugou’s cock deeper into your mouth. After another rough slap, your clothes were pulled down, leaving you exposed to him. The chill of the room was short lived as he slipped his cock between your legs, urging you to squeeze them together before he began thrusting his hips. The way his cock stroked against your clit sent tingles across your skin, your moans muffled by the dick in your mouth. The more pleasure you received, the more you gave, turning Bakugou into his own panting and grunting mess.

Eventually, with a tight grip of your hair, you knew what was about to happen. Removing your hands from him, you kept your mouth and head loose for him, allowing him to thrust his hips. He was going slow at first, like he usually did, soaking in the feeling of his tip pressing into the back of your throat. You could barely register the sounds coming from behind you, merely following direction as you were told to squeeze your thighs together tighter.

Bakugou scoffed, glaring at his clone with a smug smirk on his lips. “What’s wrong, you fucker? About to cum already?”

You gave a muffled squeal as Katsuki increase the roughness of his thrusts, feeling yourself about to peak again just from the stroking of your clit. “Whether you’re in or not, she’s going to be covered in cum by the time I’m done with her. I’ll cum as many times as I fucking feel like.” With a shuddering of your body as you came, you were given some reprieve from the cock in your mouth to breathe, fighting between coughing and moaning as you stroked Bakugou’s length in the meantime. As you were still cumming, you felt a hot release all over your legs, listening as Katsuki grunted with his own release. It coated your thighs and cunt, surprising you a bit with how much there seemed to be. With a heavy sigh, Katsuki took a moment to recover, spreading his cum across your pussy with his thumb. “What a pretty sight.”

Before you could even think of a response, Bakugou forced his cock back into your mouth, fucking your throat at his own pace and roughness. You couldn’t even react to the sudden feeling of Katsuki’s cock sinking into your pussy, fucking you from behind at an equally rough pace. It was exactly as you had imagined, a mixture of pleasure and pain that had your eyes rolling back, once again completely at their mercy. Every inch of your body felt more sensitive than it ever had before, even your nipples as they scraped against the fabric of your shirt enough to add to the pleasure.

“You want my cum all over your face, babygirl? Or do you want to swallow it?” Bakugou didn’t give you any chance to even answer, coming to his own conclusion just from the pleading furrow of your brow and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to feel it on your skin, to have him dirty you up as his counterpart had. You wanted to feel the heat of his essence on you, to watch his face as he jacked off on your face. So, that is what you received, with Bakugou removing himself from your mouth at the last moments. He gave you just enough time to open your mouth wide, catching what little bit of his cum on your tongue that you could while your body rocked with Katsuki’s thrusts.

Leaning his head back as he came, Bakugou’s smirk spread, watching your body for a moment before he gripped your chin, giving Katsuki a quick glance that told him to stop. The clone did so, slowly removing himself from within you before filling you back up again in slow and teasing thrusts. Using his thumb, Bakugou spread his cum across your cheek and to your lips, allowing you to lick and suck it off his fingers.

“You like the taste of my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” You answered breathlessly, staring up at him through blurry and teary vision. “I love it. I love your cum—” Your voice hitched as Katsuki removed himself from your pussy, sinking his cock instead into your ass as deep as it would go. Once done, he grabbed your arms and shifted your positions, laying down as he pulled your body back against his. Understanding, you kept your legs open and displayed, panting as you smiled up at Bakugou.

“C’mon, love. I want you both to fuck me until you’ve had enough. I told you I could take it.”

And so you did, for hours you were treated how you had wanted to be, subdued and ravaged until your limbs were sore and body was sticky with cum and sweat. Both men had plenty to give and were just as eager to pleasure you, giving you everything you had ever wanted out of the experience. When you finally had enough was in the shower, as Bakugou enjoyed using the strongest setting of the removable shower head on your clit while they both fucked you mercilessly. You were positive that you had never had such a powerful orgasm, even sure that your mind had gone black for a few seconds as you came, pressed between their bodies just like when you had started.

Now cleaned and so worn out you couldn’t quite move your legs, Bakugou carried you to the bed once dried off, shoving the dirtied comforter off the bed to leave mostly clean sheets for you to lay on. As he sat you down, he softly moved some hair out of your face, kissing your lips sweetly. “How was that, you stupid girl? Got your fill?”

Smiling, you shook your head, gaining a confused cock of his eyebrow. With a wave of your arm to call Katsuki over as well, you patted both sides of the bed. “I want double cuddles.”

“At the same time?” Both men huffed in similar tones simultaneously, making you giggle.

“Yes! C’mon, lay with me.”

Giving each other annoyed glances, both of them crawled into bed on either side of you. While you stayed on your back, they both squeezed in close, with Bakugou’s face resting in your hair while Katsuki pressed his lips against your cheek, showering you in soft and gentle kisses. Your heart fluttered from the sweet affection of both men, feeling for the moment that you were the luckiest woman in the world. Even if it was just for the evening, having two living version of your husband there to love you was something that you would never forget. It was sad to lose one of them, which was the particularly more affectionate one at the moment, but at least you had given him an enjoyable existence.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, already beginning to feel sleep pulling at your mind as you reached up to softly stroke both of their cheeks.

“I love you, too.” Both spoke in unison, filling your last waking moment for the evening with a fluffy and warm sense of love that would carry you on into your dreams.

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