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gotak would be just comforting juntae and shutting baku up

[bocje-ce-ustu]

[original post here]

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𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿!

pairing: neito monoma x reader

summary: a drunken mistaken. a one time thing. that's all it was. that's all you tell yourself...

word count: 3.6k words

a/n: this is the fic version of this post! i couldn't help myself but make it into a proper fic, this concept is delicious to me lmao. just in case anyone actually thinks i condone cheating, i do not! this is fiction <3 i hope you all enjoy reading this! <3

content warnings: cheating! smut, degradation, praise, angst, pining, katsuki is a bad boyfriend, orgasm denial, overstimulation, objectification, complicated feelings, broadly describes articles of clothing the reader wears a couple times, HINTED at chubby reader - mdni / 18+

your boyfriend katsuki seems more and more distant of late, you understand that he's the number two hero but he misses all your date nights and your bed is always cold.

your boyfriend who after getting tied up at work accidentally left you hanging at a restaurant he booked months back so you end up leaving the restaurant without ordering food. you gulp down the rest of your glass of red wine, you've only had one while you were waiting for your boyfriend when he sent you a text, not even a phone call explaining why he can't make it and he doesn't know what time he'll be home tonight. 

you walk down the road for a minute or so, the cold breeze giving you goosebumps. you stumble upon a bar and walk in. you could justify it as getting shelter from the cold but that would be an absolute lie. you want to drink- drink so much that katsuki takes notice about the money that left your joint bank account, drink to drown the feelings that are bubbling away under the surface, drink so much you wake up with a hangover and don't have the energy to think about how the longer you stayed at the restaurant, waiting for katsuki, the more the staff looked at you with pity. you want to drink but you couldn't stay a minute longer in that place. this bar seems like the easiest solution instead of having to go buy overly expensive alcohol from the off-licence across the road from your home. you hop on one of the stools ordering a drink. 

neito recognises you straight away, you're dynamight's girlfriend for over four years, always hanging off his arm as his plus one. this is the bar he frequents because no one bothers him and he's never seen you here. neito's not going to let an opportunity like this past him by. he doesn't know what happened but you look dejected and you look so pretty in that outfit. he's always thought you were beautiful and too good to be with bakugou. he won't just leave without talking to you once.

neito buys you your next drink and introduces himself. you thank him for paying, a weak smile on your face. you know who he is- he is a pro after all. and it would be a lie to say your boyfriend doesn't talk about him occasionally, even after all these years you know there is still underlying bad blood between him and the class of 1a. you know that there's still some superiority complex there.

he strokes your cheek while his thumb slowly and gently juts down your bottom lip as he calls you beautiful, because you truly do. at this point he doesn't know if you're still with bakugou but you look lonely and whenever his hand brushed against yours you became flustered, leaning closer into his touch and he doesn't know if you realise that you're doing it.

after a couple more drinks and a couple more hours later neito asks if you want to come home with him. you couldn't do that... not to katsuki... but neito is attentive and his brief touches on your skin makes your body heat up. you want to feel wanted.

you mumble that you're dating katsuki. 

"that's not what i'm asking though am i darling?"

you end up going to neito's house, he flicks the light on, blinding you for a second, it's clean and organised and you can't help but think it suits him but you can't figure out why- it looks sleek. when you take off your shoes and step into his home you push the thought that katsuki might be waiting for you at your home, you know that he won't.

his blue chalcedony eyes shine in the sliver of moonlight through the curtain as neito fucks you the better than anyone ever has, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. he won't stop until your mind is completely blank and your voice is raw from all the broken whines and moans you're making.

you called him monoma all night but the one time you called him phantom thief he shuddered, groaning loudly and his thrusting became quicker.

neito degraded you and praised you all at once, his genuine compliments of calling you "beautiful," are in between when he spoke with a mocking inflection, "you're such a whore huh? didn't know you were such a slut. i would never have guessed. dynamight's pretty girlfriend crying out for more, more from me." he tells you how well you're doing for him and how you're a good little pet, when he called you that it made your head fuzzy.

his breath tickles your neck, his breathing getting more laboured as he gets closer and you cum once more before neito's pulling out and spilling ropes of cum onto your soft thighs groaning your name.

afterwards you lie in his bed, face hot and breathing heavy from the mindblowing sex. afterwards you'll think about how monoma's different than what you thought he would be. he was mean, he degraded you. still his compliments felt so honest and sincere still the degradation didn't feel harsh and he was making fun of you. your boyfriend's best friend, kirishima, once spoke to you about phantom thief, he told you that he was loud and mocking, sarcastic and egotistical, taunting and rude but you don't see that at all. maybe towards your boyfriend's class he was like that, or maybe he was like that when he was younger, but you don't see that now. his taunts during sex didn't feel malicious and this whole night he's been kind, buying you drinks, listening to what you have to say and intelligent in the things he said in his conversation he had with you.

the following day you'll blame what happened on the alcohol- until it happens again.

you end up spending the night, falling asleep wrapped in his linen sheet and leave early just before six am, you arrive five minutes before six and katsuki still hasn't come home, you flick on the news and see there's been a villain incident and your boyfriend is on the scene, the reporter says it's been ongoing for the last four hours. closing your eyes tightly you sigh, and rest your head on the sofa falling asleep waiting for him to get back.

you know katsuki is faithful to you but you still knock on phantom thief's door, you feel neglected as you don't remember the last time your ever sat down to dinner with your boyfriend. he promised you that he would come to visit your family with you today- he didn't.

it was embarrassing to sit across from your mother and father, an empty seat beside you for your boyfriend who never showed. your parents are nice enough not to keep talking about it, "oh? hello dear, are you here alone? when's katsuki coming?" your mother opened the door with a smile on her face and she sees the way your smile falters momentarily, she quickly stops talking and ushers you inside. "dinners just getting dished up."

your father is waiting at the table, newspaper open in his hand, you follow behind your mum and she whispers something you can't hear to him. when you all start eating you glance at the clock, your dad follows your eyeline and tries to cheer you up, "katsuki's a very busy man, i'm sure he-" you hear a thud from under the table and your dad's got a sour look on his face, directed at your mum. she kicked him under the table to shut him up.

when you leave your parents you don't go home. you love katsuki with all your heart but you seek solace in a man that makes your body tingle.

neito gloats when you come back for more after three months. after the atrocious embarrassing dinner with your parents your voice wobbly as you beg him to fuck you. "seriously? you really are a slut. you just can't help yourself, you had to come crawling back to me. after a taste, you couldn't get me out of your mind?" he's smug but you swear you can detect his concern behind his eyes, searching your facial expressions.

once he gets you on the bed he talks to you meanly and condescendingly. while 'using' you for his own pleasure, that's what he says at least, "you're a warm wet hole for me to get off to." calling you a fleshlight and nothing more. if those words came from anyone else they'd definitely make you cry but from monoma? it just makes you wetter and your face hotter. even though he said he was just using you, like he didn't care about your pleasure, he still makes you cum at least five times that night, he fingers you until you see stars and he's definitely getting off on making you cum.

neito grips you wrists in his hand above your head pining you down, leaving no room for you to try to wriggle away from his touch, squirm all you want he's still going to make you cum until your hearing fades for a few seconds and becomes like white noise.

with his tight grip on you, you start coming up with things to tell katsuki for when he sees the bruises that someone that isn't him has left on your skin but you never had to tell those lies- he never saw them. it was hard for you anyway to try and think of reasons, it was hard to focus with neito's long digits plunging inside of you repeatedly, rubbing against your velvet walls.

the excuses and reasons never have to be said, katsuki doesn't see you naked anymore, he doesn't go to bed at the same time you do, he doesn't do the things he used to do. just because your boyfriend is faithful doesn't mean you can't feel lonely. you have that right to your feelings.

over the days, over the months, you see neito more. he makes you feel seen.

you love katsuki. he's the best boyfriend you've ever had, you adore him but sometimes being his girlfriend is painful.

neito often tells you to strip for him, you've become accustomed to it. the first time you found it embarrassing never having done it before but you're done it plenty now and when you strip down wearing something neito's never seen you wear before he immediately reaches over to you.

neito enjoys making you cum again and again. but he also enjoys making sure that you don't cum.

it's the sixth time neito has brought you to the edge before not letting you cum, a sadistic look on his face as he watches your soft body chase his fingers that have left your cunt. you look like a mess, tears running down your face, lingerie moved around by neito for the easiest access. "just tell me the truth darling," his voice takes on a flirtatious tone. "just tell me about this pretty black lingerie you're wearing. it looks new."

it is new of course. katsuki is too busy with work to see you naked anymore but... "i got it for you!"

he knew that obviously, he knows that you haven't slept with bakugou in months or you'd ask him not to leave bruises and marks on your skin- you never do. he knows that people do buy lingerie just for themselves and to have confidence but he knows you better than that. he just wanted to get you say it.

it makes him harder to hear you say it.

it makes his heart flutter too.

neito tells you sweet nothings when he thinks you can't hear him. as you fall asleep your head tucked under his arm, "you mean so much to me sweetheart." he didn't think he'd actually develop feelings for you, he didn't think he'd find the time but he thinks about your laugh before he goes to sleep and replays the the time you complimented his new haircut in his head. he finds your eyes utterly enchanting and soaks up every second he gets to spend in your company. he thinks about the way your face lights up when he does something for you and it makes you smile. the way your lonely expression gets replaced with a gentle and warm look. everything feels right when he's with you, like this is how it's meant to be.

it stopped being 'taboo sex with someone else in a committed relationship- dynamight's girlfriends' and became 'someone who he cares very deeply for, it's messy and morally not the most agreeable and considered questionable at best but those feelings remain.' even though it's messy and questionable his mind is calm when he's with you. his mind is calm and his distaste for katsuki continues.

you've never once spoken ill of katsuki in front of neito. you don't believe that you've spoken ill of katsuki in front of anyone but neito still fantasises about you leaving bakugou for him. it fuels his ego. he imagines stealing 'bakugou's girl.'

he never was overly fond of bakugou, even a decade after, he couldn't help but hold some kind of resentment towards that class and after seeing your downturned expression and your look of loneliness, the first time he had his first proper conversation with you, his negative feelings towards the man increased. how could he let someone so beautiful as you look so lonely?

neito gets nervous when you don't reply to his message. he's not your boyfriend so he knows you don't have to you reply but you always reply. whenever he messages you about something you respond.

he's at work, on patrol, and a fan came up to him in a phantom thief hoodie, telling him all about how he's her favourite hero, they take a photo together and after the interaction he messages you, teasing you saying that 'she's going to replace you.' he expected you to tease him back, maybe send him an eye-roll emoticon or two but instead you don't respond.

it's been hours, you should have had your break at work by now and you never forget to not charge your phone. before you go to sleep you triple check your phone is plugged in. he can't think of a reason to why you haven't messaged back. he reminds himself you're not obligated to reply.

that doesn't stop the nagging feeling in his head to check up on you, he just thinks it's odd. it isn't like you.

red alarm bells are ringing in his head, like cloister bells warning that something isn't right as he knocks on your door. he knows what could happen if dynamight opened the door but that itching feeling won't go away. it's the first time he's done that, he's never even stepped a foot into your home before, every time you see each other you're at his. he knocks but no one answers.

he twists the doorknob on the off-chance that you haven't locked it and it's open. he goes into hero mode at that moment, a cross between hero mode and complete worry for the fling he's secretly pining for. "is anyone here?" he moves into all the rooms, checking the perimeter, before finding a door ajar, you door, not that he was aware of that beforehand. he cautiously opens it and see's you lying in bed, awake but looking disorientated. he kneels down next to the bed and presses the back of his hand to your forehead, and looking closely into your eyes. "darling are you feeling okay?" you're not. you don't even need to answer him for neito to know, in fact he considers that you might even lie or downplay how you're feeling so he doesn't worry but you're burning up.

he desperately tries to focus on the task at hand as you smile up at him sweetly and lean into his touch, trying to get him to hold you. "i'm good neito." you never call him that, you decided that's a line you wouldn't cross. hearing his name fall out of your mouth makes the corner of his mouth quirk up into a smirk.

"that's seriously unconvincing darling." he checks your temperature with his hand again and tries to remember if he saw your shoes while he was looking for you, knowing that you're going to need them. "you've got a fever."

"i couldn't go into work because i couldn't move properly and i told katsuki but he's busy. he's at a meeting," you mumble.

neito scoffs. he doesn't doubt that dynamight has a meeting and he's not oblivious to the fact that bakugou as the number two hero has more matters to attend to than he does but that doesn't matter to him. you're ill with a fever so high it's concerning, you need someone to make sure you're alright- to take care of you. he'd never leave you like this. he'd make sure to come home straight away.

neito informs you that he's going to take you to the hospital, your temperature is too high and it's best to get checked out so they can give you the best possible treatment. you might need an iv drip or they'll help cool down the fever somehow.

you don't argue with him, not really having the energy, and not knowing that even if you did have the energy if you would argue. you don't think about if people will see phantom thief taking dynamight's girlfriend to the hospital. the small part of you that is able to stay cognitive is honestly glad neito checked up on you, you don't know what compelled him to do so, but you're happy he did. you don't remember the last time you've ever felt this ill it's actually pretty scary, especially when you were all on your own and couldn't move to get water or medicine. you don't know if you could tell him you're glad he's here though, you don't even know if you're even allowed to admit to that with who neito is to you.

neito finds your shoes, which are just placed outside your bedroom door, and helps you put them on. he's careful and gentle as he slips them on, treating you like glass as he holds you up and keeps you steady. your limbs feel incredibly heavy and your whole body feels exhausted but he's diligent as he moves you up and takes you to the hospital.

he doesn't leave your side the whole time. he doesn't drop you off as soon as you're there, he talks to the receptionist and gets a form for you. he doesn't ask you to fill it in and when he looks at it he realises he can fill most of it in for you; your date of birth, next of kin, if you're currently on medication- he knows all that. it does make him realise things when filling it all out, he wonders if bakugou knows all this or if he forgets it, he wonders if bakugou even bothered to know all these things in the first place.

neito does occasionally ask you questions he doesn't know the answers to and you tell him them quietly, your voice weak while your head rests against his shoulder.

when he's finished he hands the paperwork back over as quickly as he can before making his way back over to you, your head returning back to the position laying against his shoulder.

there's a loud bang from down the corridor, neither of you are sure of what it is but he presumes that it's one of the staff accidentally dropping something, that still doesn't stop you jumping at the noise. "everything is going to be fine darling, it was just something falling over," he speaks in a volume that only you can here. "you're so wonderful and amazing," he comforts you and whispers affection words. "the nurses will call your name soon, you just have to wait a bit more until you're seen."

even know he thinks you look gorgeous and it kind of leaves him a little uncomfortable to think about that because you do look gorgeous but you also look like hell. your face looks clammy, the top you're wearing can't have been washed for at least four days, the hoodie you're wearing doesn't fit you and your leggings have stains on them. anybody can spot from a mile away about how ill you are by taking one look at you and you still leaves him speechless.

he doesn't think you'd look unattractive even if you tried.

neito waits for your name to be called and he knows that by tomorrow you'll likely be in your own bed with your own boyfriend making you breakfast apologising for his behaviour but for now he'll show you he's the better option. taking care of you, treating you right, satisfying you, giving you attention, being there for you. with every passing day it's getting harder for him to keep being the 'homewrecker', the guy that you're cheating on your boyfriend with.

he sees your phone light up with a call from katsuki- he declines it.

[dr3amfyr-e]

Can I have a realm remade with Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena x tall and buff reader? Like maybe she's saves them from almost getting run over because they were staring at their phones and she picks them up easily?

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ dr3amfyr-e celebration !

this is so dear to me because i'm taller than ALL of them. tall girls stand up, but don't hit ur heads

❁ we KNOW jace is into it ( he's too short not to be </3 ) pick that boy up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. put him in ur pocket.

❁ but!! i do think all of them f with it! no weird feels for this lot! jace and luke were raised by thee powerful woman, they're secure in their masculinity, trust

❁ per ur scenario! jace is probably running on a few hours of sleep, bless his heart. we'll say exam season, or maybe he's coming off of sick younger sibling duty. his ass in NOT looking where he's going. maybe he's texting his mum, maybe he's checking a newly dropped grade. save him from getting hit by a car and he's swooning — face flushed, fighting for his life for composure

❁ uh i could also see him getting mad LMAO 😇 like getting defensive. not out of a place of toxic masculinity or anything, moreso hes SO embarassed you caught him in a moment of weakness. hes sputtering, deflecting the blame onto you. you distracted him! its your fault! maybe this is the start of ur enemies to lovers arc!!

❁ you said buff reader and so walk with me here. in ur cutie athleisure wear post-gym, maybe walking back to your dorm/apartment. jace, exhausted from his morning exam with his little glasses wearing a jumper that has no right to be that expensive and a pair of sweats (looking really put together, annoyingly. who looks put together wearing a groutfit??)

❁ hmm having a hard time characterising baela tbh, but i think she would be very polite and reserved. SOOOO embarrased, bc like jace shes not supposed to do silly things like that! walking into oncoming traffic? shes baela targaryen, what would her father think? but her email was timely, god bless her. she HAD to look. her internship may have hung in the balance!!! (it didn't)

❁ shes into it, she liked being saved. shes just a girl! (shes me.) whether she realizes it in the moment or not, its enough to get her interest in you. if you're already a friend or aquaintense, expect her to slide into ur dms 🤗 i could soooo see this being the inciting event for her asking you out. you saved her, the least she can do is make the first move!!

❁ depending on how frazzled she is by almost being hit by a car, she might ask you out then! her life! it flashed before her eyes! (the car was going like fifteen mph, its okay) she could have died without ever asking this pretty girl out! its time to sieze the day!! but maybe shes a little rattled, just thanks you and walks the other direction to ruminate. the next time she sees you, ur getting invited to coffee. no way around it.

❁ you're soooo her campus crush afterwards

❁ i don't write for luke or rhaena bc they're babies </3 but!! i could see this in a very sibling way! like, going off of the prev ideas, say ur dating jace or baela. saving their younger sibling is a sure way to win points with the whole family

❁ plus younger sibling looks up to you so much now!! ur their older siblings cool jacked partner, AND you saved their life?! yeah, ur going on the hero list

[linkspooky]

CHOUJIN X, CHAPTER 41 HYENA

Hello, it's time to cover the climactic battle and rescue of Palma a recently introduced character who will probably turn out to be a major player considering the sheer amount of time that has been spent on this battle. This is also the first time we've seen the trio truly work together in a fight since they got separated before the time skip so there's a lot of interesting character and thematic moments to dig in here.

I think if there's any central statement that Ishida is trying to get across in this long drawn out fight scene it's that old cliche.

GOOD INTENTIONS LEAD TO HELL.

Tokio's mentor Sato reminds him of this. While he is trying to make Tokio into the successor of Sandek because of this heroic and selfless attitude he has, he's also the ahrshest critic of that same attitude. That no matter how hard he fights, or how beautiful the path he walks, or what his ideals are intentions are not outcomes.

The power of choices is a common theme in Ishida's works, often used with a railroad motif at the same time. We are capable of making choices, we are capable at switching tracks at critical junctions too, but oftentimes there are unforeseen consequences for our choices and because of that no matter how much you overthink a choice it at times feels like you've been railroaded into an unexpected result. There is always a choice and always a consequence, and sometimes these things aren't fair or just or logical.

Azuma makes a pretty clear reference to the train tracks monologue in Tokyo Ghoul when he's going to fight the scissor choujin to try and rescue Tokio. In both cases protagonists make a wrong choice that they are then locked into for different reasons. Kaneki correctly understands that Furuta might raid his home base, but instead of splitting his forces appropriately goes alone.

Azuma similiarly is told he can't handle fighting against a Choujin and to stay out of it, and goes anyway. In Azuma's case he's told straight up to his face that his intentions aren't as noble as he makes them out to be. Did he want to save Tokio because he wants to be the kind of person who save others, or did he just want to test himself because he thought being put in life threatening danger would activate his choujin powers?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions can mean two things, number one good intentions don't always lead to good results or number two people's good intentions aren't always as good as they make themselves out to be.

Tokio post timeskip is so far shown to be true to his good nature. However, he is an Ishida protagonist and Ishida doesn't really write straightforward heroes. There is a similarity between the two scenes as I mention, Azuma and Tokio both willingly choose to charge into fights that are far out of their depths and they're warned beforehand that while sitting and doing nothing might seem crueler it also might be the smarter choice and they might make things worse by intervening. Tokio is told that he was the one who asked to take the lead on this Opium operation and now he might throw it all away to save a random stranger by charging in with no backup.

When Tokio is fighting he's able to hear Palma's cries for help in her chaosified state because of their shared connection to Zora's blood and we see he is forcibly flashing back to critical moments of his life. The scene on his beach where he made the decision to leave his life and friends behind for one year and devote himself entirely to training. The memorial for the dead he left behind in his final battle where he beat the tyrannical choujin yes, but lost most of his allies.

The text are Palma's thoughts, but they are probably things Tokio highly identifies with because they're things he's said in his personal narrative before (I want to be stronger, I want to smarter, why am I weak? i can't anymore? Why? I can't give up) something that has even appeared to us in his internal dialogue right before the timeskip.

Palma is lamenting her fate, how weak, useless and helpless she feels and how it feels like nothing she did amounted to anything and begging for help while at the same time succumbing to her berserk state. Part of me wonders if Tokio is overinvested in saving Palma not because of some higher mind heroic goal, but because number one a year later he's still stuck with the feelings of uselessness he had on the beach from watching everyone fight and die for his sake. He's stuck with the idea that if he does not do everything on his own from now on that he'll revert to his old useless self.

Is Tokio trying so hard and so recklessly to save Palma because it's the right thing to do? Is he doing it because their psychic link makes him project his own feelings of uselessness and helplessness onto her? Is it survivor's guilt from all the people he couldn't save in Iwato?

Is it because Tokio like Kaneki hates being made to feel weak or useless so at moments like this he will act on his own and act recklessly so he can pretend he's in control. I think these chapters in general are setting up more for Tokio's character, at least to add a level of complexity because really importantly if Azuma had not shown up when he did Tokio would have completely lost.

It's also narratively interesting to me how this scene compares to when Azuma charged in blindly to save Tokio from the scissor choujin when he was warned against it. In that case Azuma's good intention truly did lead to hell because he got the worst result possible. Not only was he brutally cut in half and didn't succeed in helping Tokio at all, but he also turned into a Choujin and immediately brutally attacked the person he was trying to save. Azuma wanted Choujin powers too but when he awakens he's immediately told he's dangerous and needs to control himself.

Things just don't work out for Azuma narratively. That's always been the case since the beginning. The things Azuma wants get just kind of dropped into Tokio's lap. Tokio has more potential as a Choujin. Tokio awakens first. Tokio has spent years slacking off unlike Azuma who was a martial arts prodigy and overachiever, and in just one year of hard work Tokio has far surpassed Azuma. Tokio is Sato's star pupil, while Sato remarks to Azuma's face that Yamato Mori's quality of peace keepers is on the decline. Tokio is put in charge of a large operation when he speaks up against his superiors, whereas Azuma's attitude is keep your head down and listen to your superiors and he remains in relatively the same place.

Tokio is the protagonist so the story moves forward with him and it's about his growth, whereas Azuma is continually frustrated by both his lack of mobility and lack of growth. SO in this scenario where Tokio and Azuma basically do the same thing, run in to fight without backup Azuma's ends with this horrific scene of him turning against his best friend and even losing his status as "Tokio's hero" while Tokio gets to fly off into the sunset with Palma.

I'm not saying Azuma deserves better anything, I'm just observing that things work out for Tokio and they don't really work out for Azuma. Tokio keeps movig forward while Azuma stays in place and is oftentimes left behind. That's what Azuma long suspected and feared that if Tokio put the effort in that not only would he be on Azuma's level, but he'd be much higher than him.

It's why Azuma freaks out on Ely for not taking his side in the conflict between him and Tokio. In Azuma's mind at least everything he wants, Tokio just already has. Ely doesn't mind that Tokio ditched her for a year because she's more relaxed about those kinds of things. Not only is Azuma more sensitive he's also known Tokio for all of his life as opposed to Ely who only met him recently. From Azuma's point of view though the connection he's built up with Ely for the past year as her partner means almost nothing because he thinks she's naturally siding with Tokio, because Azuma fears Tokio's just naturally better. That there's something internally missing in Azuma that Tokio has and that fear makes him play stupid high school games with Ely. "Well, why are you on his side? You're supposed to be on my side" he yells in the middle of an important mission even though hes supposed to be the most mature and goal oriented member of the main cast.

Of course, there's the fact that Tokio didn't save the day in this situation because of anything he did specifically, besides making the decision to save Palma and not give up on that even when things were looking bad. No the day was saved because Azuma and Ely showed up and they were only there because Azuma considered Palma suspicious and was following up on a lead he established beforehand. It's Azuma's detectivework that brought them there, and luck to salvage things after they went south and Tokio wasn't strong enough to handle it, not anything Tokio did specifically.

It's still a pattern though Tokio tends to get good outcomes, and Azuma tends to make choices that lead to bad ones. I'm curious as to why this is though I don't think it's going to settle on a simple answer like Tokio good, Azuma bad.

Sato's heavy emphasis on "good intentions lead to hell" makes me think that the happy ending to this chapter mini-arc might get the rug pulled out of it at a later event. Palma turns into a hyena, and Azuma had a lot of connections to hyena symbolism early on in the manga.

Something tells me we might get a scene like this with Azuma and Palma at a later point, that the happy ending with Palma now might somehow lead to a tangled tragedy in the future. It might even be a romantic thing, because Azuma's jealousy over his perception that Ely is taking Tokio's sides has shades of romantic jealousy and possessiveness to it too. I'll talk about this theory more when I'm analyzing all the reveals in the next chapter though.

[whgmasterofceremonies]

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Reminder of the Basics: Writers submit their characters as potential candidates and then I put them in the Brant Steele Hunger Games Simulator and share the results. In the meantime, the writers can write and share stories (from giant text posts to just a couple of sentences) about their characters being in the Games!

Note: characters’ canonical powers, strengths, abilities, disabilities, and weaknesses will not be taken into account by the simulator. Every outcome is random and everyone has an equal chance for victory or disaster.

How we’ll do things this time: each writer who wants to participate can submit up to three original characters, preferably ones whom they assign "Chosen One" status to for any given reason, they would like to see fight in the Arena. Please reblog this post only or else send this blog an ask/message with your characters’ information.

In your submissions, please include your characters’:

Name (what you would like to see them repeated as over and over in the simulation)

Pronouns

A little bit of background as to why they're the Chosen One (just your favorite, fated by prophecy, turns out to be a hero...)

Rather than having a standard round with deaths, we will tweak the arena events to things like "Character X and Y are forced into an obstacle course. X wins but is injured" or "Character Z faces holograms of their worst fears. They surrender and leave the Arena" until one champion is left standing!

Timeline:

Submissions begin today

Writing prompts will be posted later this week

Submissions close Friday, December 22

Initial Reaping with list of characters is posted Saturday, December 23. Please let me know if I've misspelled anything, you'd like to make adjustments, etc.

Official Reaping will be posted probably next Wednesday, December 27

The Games begin the day after that, with one in-Arena day posted per real-world day

This is likely going to be a very short round, but let me know if you'd rather it be drawn out longer--or if you have any other questions!

Tagging those who were interested: @duskforged, @pen-of-roses, @waltzshouldbewriting, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @concealeddarkness13, @maple-writes, @ratracechronicler

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Tag Game! (I found this randomly on my dash)

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers:

I legit found this randomly from someone I don't remember following, but y'know. Here you go

How many works do you have on AO3? 126. I might have a slight issue. Most of them are MHA.

What's your total AO3 word count? 294,834.

What fandoms do you write for? My Hero Academia mostly, Doki Doki Literature Club, OMORI, Miraculous Ladybug once and I have two Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom fics.

What are your top five fics by kudos? N°1: Eraserhead Fanbase (Or How 1-A Grows), N°2: A Child's Spark Light Up The Night, Constant Search For Approval, Suffocated By Refusal, N°3: Don't Blow Until The Wind Does, N°4: Safety, N°5: Moonlight. Apart from the first one, these aren't necessarily my favorites because they're older, but y'know. I might rewrite them a bit, since people apparently like them.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to, I often do not. I don't have the mental strength to do it consistently and I don't really know what to say anyways. I'm trying to answer a bunch of them right now though. I do look at them and notices regular commenters.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh boy. Probably one in my Dead doves (to eat) series. And then in here... Talking only about what happens and how many people are fucked up by it in the end, Poor Crazy Hitoshi, I'm Choking On Stardust, Becoming a Carcass and save me! (walk away) are probably the worst ones.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Well that's harder. Open, bad or unsatisfying endings are what I do (please don't run away). But I guess Happiness is warm, I'm not dead! And Other Such Entries and a hood and wings might be contenders.

Do you get hate on fic? Maybe once, I think. I delete comments that I find disrespectful, but I don't delete much, so I guess I must be okay.

Do you write smut? Occasionally. Or well, I post smut occasionally. I write a lot of it.

Do you write crossovers? I do not.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I hope not, oof.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Don't think so?

What's your all-time favourite ship? I'm a chronic multishipper, but according to my works on Ao3, it's bkdk, and according to my bookmarks, it's erasermic. Do with that what you will.

What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't? Oh boy. Do you want to know how many wips I have? Me too. It's more than a hundred. I have no idea.

What are your writing strengths? Uh. Dialogues? Maybe? It's the thing I write the most easily. Maybe mental breakdowns. Someone tell me.

What are your writing weaknesses? I can't write multichapter fics for the life of me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Depends on the context. If it's a hidden message, a joke, or ultimately unimportant (as in, the goal is to see a character is talking another language and not what they're saying), leave it untranslated in the body of the fic and either put the translation in the notes or don't. Otherwise, I guess either just say X character is talking a different language at Y point, or put the text in italics to signify it's being said in another language but translated in English.

First fandom you wrote for? My Hero Academia, most likely. Or actually, maybe Gravity Falls.

Favourite fic you've written? Ehehe. The author's favorites.

@sillypilled-friendcel @lollybliz @any writer who might see this, feel free to try.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @scary-grace! This was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

18, though I’ve only posted a fraction of my BNHA stuff on there and there’s even some JJK stuff I haven’t posted there yet. 

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

217,870. And wow it took me way too long to find that lol. I didn’t even know about the Statistics page! 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Currently, Jujutsu Kaisen and Boku no Hero Academia. I wrote for a ton of different fandoms back in my “previous era” I’ll call it lol. I wrote for One Piece, Naruto, Final Fantasy (mostly 7 and 12), Death Note, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Durarara!!, and lots of other things (almost all of it featuring non canon ships like Cloud x Yuffie and L x Misa). I’d like to try writing for Bungou Stray Dogs and Demon Slayer at some point. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Doll House (2,280)

Human (390)

The Offering (377)

How to Seduce a Gamer (300)

Little Miss Nobody (234)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! But sometimes if it’s a comment on an older chapter of something I might not or if I got several close together I miss a few and then I’m too embarrassed to go back and respond later. Or if they just comment with an emoticon, I’m not sure how to reply lol. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my current era, it’s definitely the Mr. Compress chapter of The Dark Carnival. I have other fics that end badly for Reader but this one felt very tragic to me. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

Most of mine have pretty happy endings! 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Current era, I occasionally get people complaining that certain Readers are wimpy or stupid or whatever. I even had one person on AO3 write out a huge wall of text about how one of my Reader characters was a Mary Sue (they simultaneously complained that she was too weak and useless in a fight but also too perfect). But I tend to shrug off those comments. Readers are supposed to be Mary Sues. They’re literally Reader/Writer self inserts! Part of the appeal of x Reader fanfiction is the fantasy of Reader being an idealized version of yourself. So yeah she can hang out with the League of Villains and be the only girl Dabi has ever liked, or she can be old high school buddies with Gojo and Geto and they’re both crazy about her. It’s all fantasy. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes! And I write pretty much all kinds that don’t involve my three “big no’s” (minors, animals, or scat/pee/vomit). 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Not since I was a kid, writing Sailor Moon/DBZ crossovers lol. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not in my current era, not that I know of. In my previous era, I wrote a Gundam Wing fanfic that got really popular in the fandom and was ripped off twice. Not exactly copied word for word, but very close in both cases. They basically changed the wording around a bit but kept the entire plot the same (and it was a very unique AU with a big, sprawling plot). 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Like 20+ years ago a friend and I were co-writing a very fucked up DBZ fanfic together. It was actually pretty good, but it was unfortunately lost to time. I’d give anything to find it and be able to read it again, but she’s the one who was posting it and she deleted her account a few years later. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I’m just gonna go with my current fave ships of my two main fandoms: BNHA (Spinneraki) and JJK (SatoSugu). 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

Probably The League of Villains Heroes. I love it dearly but it gets practically no notes so I have little motivation to keep working on it. 

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I’ve always felt like dialogue is my strong point. Probably because, until I was up into my 20’s, I rarely read actual books and almost exclusively read comics/manga (which tend to be dialogue heavy). I think I’m pretty decent with plotting as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Descriptions! 😩 I am so bad at describing things. Or rather, I’m bad to just… not do it. I literally forget to. I’ve had friends read my work and be like “what does this place look like?” Or “what does that guy look like?” And I can see it all so clearly in my head that I forget readers can’t see it as well. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I sometimes toss in some honorifics just because it seems weird to have certain characters not use them. Other than that, I try to avoid throwing in random Japanese (the only other language I would even consider using, just because these are Japanese characters). I did have Sukuna say his famous “Gambare, gambare” line once but it’s just too iconic! 

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

First I wrote for: Sailor Moon. First I actually posted a fic online for: Dragon Ball Z. 

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

I’m going to pick one from each fandom, only among completed fics. 

BNHA: Trending Topics

JJK: The Offering

Tagging @missrosegold and any other writer friends who would like to do this!

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Oh this is cool! Thanks for adding me @piece-of-hweat this should be fun. 1. How many works do you have on Ao3? / 2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

I have a total of 3 works if we go by AO3. Before AO3 I wrote on fanfic dot net but i never posted it to AO3. In total word count I have 129,248! 3. What fandoms do you write for? My main fandom is Little Nightmares. Probably will be for the foreseeable future but its not where I started. Little Nightmares Moon Knight Miraculous Ladybug My Hero Academia 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? This I will not say. Mostly because I am very shy I guess about my work. I just don't like advertising it, err that's not what I should call it. But basically if someone finds my work and likes it then that's good enough for me. I don't really mention any of my stories at all anywhere. 5. Do you respond to comments? After a couple days, I have anxiety problems. I see the notification, I just can't bring myself to read them and even when I do get to them it's hard for me to read them. But I do try to respond when I can. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? / 7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? N/A because I've never finished one sob

8. Do you get hate on fics? About my story? No. I did get some in the beginning when I first joined AO3 because I didn't know how the site worked, as dumb as that is. All my chapters were a wall of texts with no spacing. About format, yes. My story as a whole, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, the genre's I stick to is mainly associated with either revenge, adventure, angst. Yeah that's pretty much it. I love adventure! It's either revenge or adventure. 10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Ok so it was the My Hero Academia one. I won't elaborate but it was basically My Hero x Dexter's Lab. 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nah, I'm not that well known or good. 12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. 13. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase- while I do not write for the fandom of Percy Jackson I read a great deal from there. No shade to anyone in the fandoms I write for. Like Six and Mono for example, now I'm am not in the Six is evil camp, I'm not. But she dropped Mono, and the fics that write events that follow, that if Mono somehow escapes. I still read them, I still love them, but in my mind there is no recovering or saving from that. So I won't write that. I did read a story where Mono escaped, they worked together, the story ended, and they parted ways. I LOVED THAT. Listen if a pairing is not logically possible, I will not write it. Is why I love the way Percy Jackson did it. 14. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Moon Knight and Miraculous Ladybug crossover. I promise you one day I will return. Part of the greater MCU, but basically if every civilization had a miracle box associated with them. Like Egypt. And Marvel has a plethora of different types of gods, they all work differently, but it was essentially a "What if Khonshu raised a Kwami as his son" A Kwami that was not bound to a miraculous, that was made in his image. So the Kwami had a falcon head like his father. Adrien died to an Akuma. Khonshu already has his own two fists. So he would become the Fist of his Son. There was going to be other Kwami's of Destruction like Plagg, or more of Creation, because each Planet in the MCU would have Kwami's, like from Xandar. Because each civilization has a different perspective of these abstract ideas. Say a planet covered in water, How would a Kwami of Destruction work there? One day. 15. What are your writing strengths? / 16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I've been told I am very great at writing suspense by a reader, they were very nice!

Weakness? I have none/j . But seriously, I suck at character description, but I have a helper for that now, thank the lord. 17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Maybe one day? 18. First fandom you wrote for?

My Hero 19. Favorite fic you've written?

My Little Nightmares fic that makes up the bulk of my word count. About 120,000 words so literally 95% or more of my total lol. I can literally not find the 20th question guys. I am not proficient in tumblr my amigos. I guess I have to make some sacrifices to the great thread now right? I shall pick from my mutuals that I know write!!! @paodocinh, @queen0fm0nsterz, @avimaka, each one of them has written stellar stories that I enjoy reading, so grade A thread sacrifices. No need to do this if you don't want to. Just writing this was mega fun for me. I must now go back to over analyzing LORE for Little Nightmares!!!!!!!!!! Also I've said this once already, I don't know tumblr that well, I am assuming this is gonna post correctly, if not I will go to sleep in shame.

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I've just posted my 22nd work a few days ago!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

37,763

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, all my published fics are for Danny Phantom. It's a fandom that's near and dear to my heart and my favorite to write for. I've written fanfiction for myself in a lot of different fandoms over the years. Miraculous Ladybug, Mega Man (Star Force, Battle Network) and Fire Emblem are a few. (Will these ever see the light of day? Probs not, lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?  5. Frayed Ends - 37 kudos - Jazz and Maddie are fighting more often. Jack wants to reach out and help his family. 4. The Same Blood - 45 kudos - Maddie and Jack try to help a sick girl that collapsed in front of their house. They don't know what to make of her condition. Danny wants to help.

3. Returned Home - 49 kudos - Maddie finds Danny at home after he disappeared ten months ago.

2. The Broken Pieces Left Behind - 66 kudos (tie) - Maddie knew what the portal did to Danny. If she could create something that essentially turned him into a ghost, she could figure out a way to fix all of it. Even if she hasn't made any progress in the past two months, she'll keep trying. She didn't account for what Danny wanted. 1 . What's Out of Out Control - 66 kudos (tie) - Danny thought he had it under control. He thought he could finally hang out like they used to always do. Tucker could feel the rift between them widening. It wasn't getting smaller anytime soon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There were a few comments from my two earlier fics that I never responded to and it's already been so long and I feel like I ended up putting it off too long to say anything now 😓But I'm so so thankful for all the comments I receive! I never thought anyone would read my work, let alone comment on it. I'm always between two modes of 'author commentary' and 'screaming thank you and running away'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol, I love my angsty stuff and there are so many different flavors of angst, so it's hard to pick just one. I'd say the piece I aimed to write for Angst Fest, The Broken Pieces Left Behind, might be it. It ends on a rather hopeless note for the Fenton family that even I don't know how to make everything better for them

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Home for a Cat. It was for a Ectoberhaunt prompt that I was absolutely stumped on. So I decided someone was going to adopt a cat by the end of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ahh, so I actually posted a fic on FFN wayyy back when I was in high school. I remember it being received pretty well but I got a really rude comment on a simple spelling mistake. Back then, I was just told I had dyslexia a few years prior and I had some really bad self-esteem issues tied in with that. So, yeah, that comment basically made me terrified to ever show my work to anyone ever.

It's been over ten years since then and I wanted to actually get over that fear. I impulsively decided to do Angst Fest with the mindset that no one would even look at what I posted. Not only did people look, everyone has been so kind!!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lkdajldkf, nope. I get flustered trying to write basic romance and having two characters hold hands, lmao. Major props to those that can, it's definitely a skill that takes time to master just like any other genre.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also haven't had this either.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it seems like a lot of fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Back when the show was airing, Amethyst Ocean (Danny/Sam) was my go to. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and it's really nostalgic for me. But, I don't really read a lot of shippy things for Danny Phantom, so ships don't make or break a fic for me.

If I'm looking to read romance, the whole Love Square (MariChat my beloved) with Miraculous Ladybug will always be great. Even if I jumped ship on the show around season 2 or 3 and I have no clue what they're doing now, lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I honestly have so many WIPs that are unfinished on my computer from over the years. Maybe a super old one that I titled 'Phantoms in the Daylight'. Angst once more with Character Death as the main pain point. I like the beginning but oh boy, does it get sloppy and confusing real quick. I'd need serious outlining energy put into it if I'd ever want to salvage it and I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! Give me two blorbos and I'll make them talk forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery and description. I love the dialogue portion so much that I end up running into the floating heads in an empty room problem in the first drafts of my fics. My first round of edits are dedicated to making sure I have a scene and grounding characters into it. And then I have to go back later to make it not feel so robotic sounding.

(Also a weakness but more as in fic than writing. Summaries and Titles. I stare at my drafts on AO3's editor for at least half an hour trying to pull something together, lol)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can probably talk about this for hours, lol. I absolutely love foreign languages, especially when it comes to linguistics. So, I'll try to be brief, lmao. Short answer: depends on the fic but normally no. I already spend so much time fussing over the word choice/slang/formality/dialect characters use in my native language. I don't have a good enough grasp on another language for it to sound natural to the reader. ("They would not fucking say that" is my internal monologue during dialogue edits, lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It's a toss up between Pokemon and Danny Phantom. I first learned about fanfiction from a friend who showed me FFN for the Pokemon fics. I looked around the site and found all of the Danny Phantom fics soon after and got hooked on those. I started writing around then and it would have been for one of those two.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to chose one! Writing technicality wise, I'm proud of how What Remains on the Table turned out. I consider description my weak point, so the original draft was 0 dialogue with very stiff descriptions. I was able to edit it to really practice my environmental storytelling. (Although, please mind the tags if you click the link as it does deal with the dissection topic)

I'm not sure who's been tagged and I'm not sure who writes fanfic, so @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy and anyone else that wants to join!

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SOFTSPOT — aizawa shouta x male reader

w.c: 3.3k

a/n: alternatively titled: sonny projects onto a reader insert for 3k+ words straight i’ll never get used to writing dirty talk. got carried away.. whoops..

genitalia terms: cock, dick, hole, boypussy, cunt

WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie

“Shooo!” You whine, purely instinctual as you shove impulsively purchased gym-mats, equipment, and protein powder into the trunk of your car. Your pro-hero boyfriend isn’t even there, probably off on patrol somewhere, but you can’t help but call for him when you need help…. Even if it’s with a simple task. He’d offered you some exclusive time to workout at U.A’s gym, even after hours, but you preferred the public ones. More motivation that way, you’d put it. Your bottom lip quivers, plump and pouty as you open a jar of discolored powder. You inhale strongly, handsome face distorting in disgust. Ah, well, at least someone else got some good money off it.

Sweat clings to your forehead, sticky on your skin and clinging embarrassingly to your chest, your sleeveless hoodie soaked. It’s a bit uncomfortable, nothing you can’t manage, just a little colder in the winter air.

The trunk of your car slams, loud as you childishly stomp over to the driver’s seat, despite already forgetting what you were so upset about. You don’t pull out of the gym parking lot just yet, instead opening your phone to see if your boyfriend had found the time to respond to your post-gym selfies. The messages remain on read, and you know Shouta would never ignore you, but your eyes can’t help but water from the neglect. You miss him.

So, like any sensible boyfriend, you call him.

Shouta is a capable man; capable of many things. He can swing through the streets of Japan in the blink of an eye— in his sleep, even. He can knock out a villain in record time, with nothing but his fists and maybe an afternoon nap. He can pick you up right where you stand, lift your legs over your head and fuck you like you weigh nothing. But a simple text back is too much?

It rings once, twice…..a few more times, before you finally hear the gruff voice you’ve been yearning for. Instantly, your mood changes, glassy eyes dry within seconds and a large, genuine smile spilling down your face as you glance at yourself in the rearview mirror. “Hello?”

“Sho-Chan!” You beam, loud enough for anyone within a ten mile radius to hear your excitement. Wiggling in your seat, you squeeze your cellphone between your shoulder and ear, starting the car and setting off to go home. Aizawa makes a sound at that, low in his throat and it rumbles in your ear. Damn, if only you kept your earbuds in! “I missed you… a lot!”

“An old man like me?” You frown in response, Shouta isn’t even old. You shake your head profusely, even if he can’t see you, completely missing the rustling sounds in the background of the call. “…Surely you’ve found someone your old age good enough for you at that gym you like so much.”

“Wha— Don’t even joke like that!” You huff, body lurching forward at the red light you almost forgot to stop at. So mean, always pushing your buttons. Your seatbelt is snug against your chest, dipping between the pillowy skin of your pecs. He’d never admit it aloud, but it was most definitely Shouta’s favorite body part of yours, squishy and soft and thick. He’s always touching you there, his large, pale hands digging into the skin until it hurts. He chuckles, hearty but breathless, like he’s preoccupied. You bite your lip, worried. “Uh, Sho?”

As capable as he is, Shouta is also a very weak man. He’s weak for puppy eyes, big and blown out and teary. He’s weak for warm hands, with nails that scratch his back and massage it the following morning after. He’s weak for pictures of you, all smiles and teeth. He’s weak for crying, the sound of hiccups and sobs leaving his pretty boys’ mouth while he tries to fit a cock in his needy holes.

He can see it now, your eyes widening with worry and concern, tears threatening to fall down your face, your eyebrows knitted as you stare at the road ahead of you. With a dragged out sigh, Aizawa groans, mocking as he says: “Sho-Chan’s gonna need your help, baby.”

“Oh!” You’re good at that— very good, even. You’re always eager to help, especially if you’re helping Shouta. It’s the least he deserves, after all. You straighten up in your seat, though you’re already nearing the reserved parking space in front of his house. Seriously, you add, “Anything, I promise. M’almost home.”

There’s a groan on the other side, a spark traveling down your spine and straight to your cock in response. You know that groan, reserved for handjobs and particularly sloppy blowjobs— like when Shouta holds your head in his hands and uses your throat, burying his cock down to the hilt, until all you can taste is him, your nose buried in his dark happy trail and and curly pubes. He’s always been a bit too big for your mouth, instead opting to slap his cock on your tongue or across your cheek when your jaw started aching too much.

“Mhm, bet you are… Waitin’ for Sho to tell you what to do, sweetheart?” You hum in affirmation almost immediately, unbuckling your seatbelt and hopping out the car with a much hastier pace. The cold, outside air makes the hair on your neck stand, your nipples hardening. “Such a good boy. Why don’t you play with your nipples while you tell him how your day was.”

You pause where you stand, eyes widening as your cock twitches in your sweatpants, straining against the fabric. In public, no less, making a distinct print in your pants as you try to cover your erection with one hand. You let out an incredulous laugh, frantically surveying the area as Shouta huffs in your ear. His request isn’t exactly that, more like a command— because you just can’t tell him no.

“I- I worked out a lot,” Switching hands between covering your dickprint and holding your phone, you swallow hard and nod to yourself. Your hand trails up your side, then to your chest, where you gently massage the plush skin of your pecs. Your middle finger gently— slightly, swirls around the sensitive bud of your nipple, a small whimper forming in the back of your throat. “Bought some, um… Um.. Protein powder.”

But you can’t just sit there, not when Shouta is almost right in front of you, his hands on your skin, his fingers inside you, his cock down his throat— he’s right there, just a few steps and a single lock away. And, God, how you hope he takes care of you when you get there. There’s a guttural noise in your ear before it’s briefly cut off. your phone vibrating in your hand as Shouta hangs up, the front door swinging open before you can even knock.

“These tits,” Is the first thing Sho’ says, slamming the door behind you until you’re trapped between it and his tall body. You want to protest, to whine and stomp your feet because they’re certainly not tits, but your need to please is much stronger. Instead, you whine, your head falling forward as you melt in his hands. His hands roam your chest, calloused palms pushing them together obscenely. You squirm, pouting. “Could play with them all day. Would you like that, hm?”

He knows you would.

“Hear how wet my dick is? Fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” He’s overwhelming your senses, his stubble brushing against your chest as he takes a perky bud into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Shouta’s no stranger to using his mouth— in fact, you might just share an oral fixation in common. Your eyes flutter closed, your knees buckling as he licks a flat, long stripe over your sensitive nipple. “Going stupid on me already?”

You shake your head, your cheeks puffed out as he looks up at you through his dark lashes, his equally dark bangs obstructing his vision. You’re so cute, huffing and puffing quietly as a wet patch grows on your pants, right where your tip leaks through your boxers. Your natural smell is stronger, and your chest is still glowing with sweat from your workout.

“Sho, listen I–”

Shouta’s eyebrows furrow, his jaw setting as his other hand rolls your unoccupied nipple between his fingers. Your mouth snaps shut. Staring back at him is too much for you, his eyes darkening the more you make contact. You feel like prey, and Aizawa is the unrelenting predator.

You blink away, a startled gasp leaving your lips when his strong hand grips your jaw and sets your gaze back on him. His smile is devious, his canines sharp and glinting under the ceiling lights. You can’t hold onto anything around you, not the doorknob or the doorframe, so you settle for Shouta’s sleeve, ballling your hand into a fist as he flicks your nipples to watch your tits jiggle in response. So embarrassing!

“Look at that, sweet boy, letting me use you how I want, letting me take what I want. Good boy.”

Your body feels warm as you keen— scorching hot, even— while Shouta chuckles at the sight, purring low in his chest. You love making Shouta happy- you live for it, love blooming in your chest as you nod along. You’re a good boy! Shouta’s good boy! He said it himself! You could feel the rumble of his voice in your sternum, where he was hunched over before lowering himself to remove your shoes, your pants, your hoodie.

Your boxers are ruined, almost like you had cum in your pants before he even thought of touching your cock. He swats your shy hands away from your crotch, cooing as flustered tears well in your eyes. Even with the fat crystals threatening to spill he can see your cock jump, especially when it lands right atop your belly button, a trail of sticky precum correcting you to your underwear. Such a crybaby.

“Spit on it.”

“I— Spit?” You blink once, twice, three more times as you try to process the demand. Your cock throbs, unbearably needy, as you look down at it. When you glance back up Shouta looks expectant, but patient as he watches you connect the dots. He does it first, untucking himself from his pants to spit down on his palm, then rubbing said spit into his big, veiny cock.

Ah.

It’s more pathetic than anything, your lips parting as you spit down on your cock. It’s more akin to drool, a long trail of spit slowly trailing down your lips and chin until it pools at your head. Wet and slick, your fingers twitch as you wrap your hand around your dick, toying with the slit just like Sho’ does. It feels better with his hands though, and you sigh impatiently. No one does it like he does,

“Need…need your hand.”

You need a lot of Shouta’s things these days. You need his fingers, deep inside your hole while he toys with your chest. You need his hand, warm and right and too good when he fists your cock. You need his dick, thick and barely able to pass the rim of your hole. It hits every spot just right, so big and so deep, sometimes accompanied by Shouta’s thumb if you’re feeling extra greedy. You need him to make decisions for you, when you’re too cockdrunk to remember your words. When you’re too stupid to decide anything for yourself.

You’re sure you’re crying by now— it feels like it, you can feel wet streaks on your face as Shouta takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against his own, heads squelching together and precum mixing together as you keen into his touch. His other hand, less dominant, reaches your neck, holding you steady against the door as you rut into his hand like a puppy. You hear yourself choke on a moan, a strangled and pathetic sound that has Aizawa’s dick twitching against yours. Loud and wet, your head falls back against the door with a quiet thump, much to your hero’s amusement.

There’s too much warmth; his hands, his fingers, his cock. You’re nodding along to nothing, eyes darting everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your body pulses, long strokes to your cock making you whine pitifully. Aizawa’s pupils are blown wide, his pink tongue darting over his equally pink lips as he watches you crumble in his hands, leaning into the hand around your throat. It snakes down your chest, lower against your belly button, and around your waist.

At this rate you’re going to explode.

His big, long fingers reach your ass, kneading the plush skin between fingers. You can feel him pulling your cheeks apart, his hands greedy and strong and harsh, when he lets go to place a hard smack to the exposed skin. Shouta laughs when you whine in return, squirming when he grabs your hip so hard it hurts.

You try so hard, proud of yourself as you try to warn Shouta of what’s coming next, of the cum about to shoot straight across your stomach, it takes every ounce of self control you have to scrape together the words you want to say— you have to say. His tight, wet grip has your toes curling, your balled fists reaching up for the dark bundles of hair draped along Aizawa’s shoulders. His middle finger, inching closer and closer to your rim.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum, waitwait, Shooo.”

“Mmm, hold on, sugar. Gonna get one out of you with my fingers in this cunt,” There’s something cold and sleek pressed against your taint, gradually warming up the more it circles your rim. There’s nowhere for you to go— forward is into Shouta’s arms, your cocks bumping together lewdly, backward are his fingers; long, thick, calloused and deep. You let out another hiccup, going with the latter of the two as his finger disappears inside you. Grunting along. Shouta’s fingers reach impossibly deep inside you first try, your hole swallowing him up with little resistance. “Did you fuck yourself before you got home? Shoved those needy fingers in your hole because you missed Sho-chan’s big dick pulsing inside your hole? T’aww.”

“Uh-huh, mhm, yeah,” Another mindless, breathless nod while in the back of your head you find yourself pouting. It’s not a cunt and you certainly don’t find that phrase hot at all! You move to nuzzle your forehead against his stubble, moaning out tiny sounds with each brush to your prostate. Shouta lets you drool on his shoulder, eyes squeezed right as you buck your hips into his. You’re sobbing into his ear, thighs trembling against the door as he spreads your cheeks apart, and cool air meets your hole. “Hmmph..”

“Turn around for me, show me where Daddy fucks you. Where his dick goes.” That’s a new one. But he’s right, it’s a perfect fit— even if it needs some prep. He fills you up just right, keeps you stuffed on his cock till all you can do is whine and cry, bounces you up and down until you’re both satisfied. You’re in love.

So you turn, dizzy and wobbly on your legs and unabashedly eager to be good for your lover. He keeps you upright if anything, basically manhandling you until you’re where he wants you, back arched against the door and your cheek squished below the peep-hole. Your hands travel down your chest, down to your hips where they swerve back, palms resting on the swell of your ass. A hungry, animalistic grin graces Shouta’s lips as he watches you spread your cheeks apart once more, the puffy hole winking back at him. You try to smile at him, messy-faced and dopey.

Cute.

There’s more spit now than you remember, warm and sloppy as Shouta rubs it into your hole. Your cock strains painfully, desperate for release, but somehow your overwhelming need to feel full is stronger. And full you’ll be, as Aizawa’s balls tighten, his cock sliding across the crack of your ass, then around your hole. There’s an obscene smack of the head against your rim, then the sound of Shouta sucking in a deep breath through his teeth.

“Shh. Let me in, let me in, baby.” His dick enters slowly, making you sniffle in response. You try your hardest to relax, to sit still and let Sho’ take you how he wants, but you can’t help it. He presses into your hole like he owns it, deep and heavy as his thighs meet the bottom of your backside.

“Take it like you were made for me.”

His balls slap against your own slow, at first, then quickly and sporadically increasing in speed at the expense of your throat. It’s almost like he’s fucking you there too, deep enough that you can taste his precum at the very back of your tongue. His strong arms wrap around your body, hands squeezing your large chest while you bat your wet eyelashes.

“Fuuck, you take it so well. Love watching that greedy fuckin’ hole suck me in. So fuckin’ wet n’ sloppy, ugh, such a good pocketpussy.”

Your rut against the door, pounding against it with each forward thrust, your cock threatening to spurt any second. Shouta’s grumbling something in your ear, something you can’t make out through the foggy haze, but you feel yourself tighten up in response anyway. You babble through your tears, wailing loud and incoherent and something along the lines of ‘I’m Sho’s good boy,’ but who’s keeping track.

“Too— hmm.. I can't.” Shouta’s hand caresses your cheek, curling into a lazily formed fist as he gently knocks a knuckle (though it’s more like the fat of his hand) against your forehead. He makes a sly comment about how hollow and empty your head sounds, a dark and rich laugh erupting from his mouth.

“S’it too much, honey? My dick’s just too much for that tiny little hole,” Your cock jumps against your tummy, twitching until it can’t anymore, cum shooting straight out your tip until you’re drooling on the door, eyes rolled behind your head as Shouta continues using you— you’d only gotten tighter, after all. “That’s too bad. Come on— you can take it, let me stuff it full. Bet you’re so proud of yourself too. Proud of that slutty fuckin’ boypussy.”

Your toes curl, thigh muscles clenching tight as Aizawa keeps you upright, lifting your boneless body up and down, his cock disappearing inside you. Even as he pulls out, your body pulls him right back in. But he’s clearly reaching his limit, his dick pulsating inside you with vigor as he spurts a thick, sticky load inside you around your rim.

He pulls out completely with a hiss, watching his cum slowly trickle out, thick globs collecting at the back of your thighs. He’s the only thing holding you up, your strong legs suddenly jello in his grasp. You make no effort to move, letting him manhandle you onto the couch. His hands are warm in contrast to the wet cloth you don’t remember him grabbing, but it feels good and cool against your skin.

“Sho-Chan..” You whine, not nearly as high in your throat as your moans. “Kiss me.”

[suhosieun]

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[cheesynachosworld]

PART 2 :]🖊️🩸🥊🚬

Part 1 here

[noodlefluid]

Rottmnt headcanons about the bois in a relationship

I somehow got really into "rottmnt x reader" and now I can't stop thinking about it, it's slowly consuming my whole life at this point/hj

Btw, english isn't my first language so if I make any grammar mistake let me know

S/O stand for "Significant other", I would be using singular they/them pronouns and third person

Tw: a few curses, besides that is just fluff and fluffy angst, probably OOC

Raphael

He loves being kiss and also knows how to convinced his S/O to giving him smoochies

His main love languages are act of service and quality time, he really likes when he's being helpful, but sometimes overdo it (this may or may have not been a trigger for a discussion)

He loves being little spoon, but he is concious of his size an that iss almost imposible, so most of the time he is the big spoon (if S/O is taller god save their soul cause their gonna have this big boi on top 24/7 /nsx)

Because of his body type and the spikes on his body he's really insecure and afraid of hurting his S/O, so even if he really need hugs, he contain himself as much as posible, he treat them as if they were made of glass

Has a "love stink"

He has a hard time telling his S/O about his weakness cause he wants to be their heroe, and the person they rely on the most

He breaks easily tho, his S/O ask if he's fine and you have a 6 foot turtle crying at their lap for at least an hour, telling how much he loves them and asking how such an amazing person is dating such a useless turtle like him, that he doesn't deserve them yada yada yada (we lub u Raphie, don't talk like that bout urself)

Loves when his S/O is spending time with his brothers, it make him feel like they're e part of his family already, sometimes refers to S/O as sibling-in-law, without noticing "Don't be disrespectful toward your sibling-in-law, Leo!, they could take your joke the wrong way" When he realized what he says his face basicaly match his bandana and hide for the next 2 hours because of the embarassment, Leo obviously tease him and start calling S/O sibling-in-law from that day on

Leo

A completely messy dumbass when it comes to his S/O, his brothers hates you (/pos) cause it's the only thing Leo is talking all day

Smile like an idiot when he sees a text of his S/O, and usually takes a few minutes for him to respond cause he just so excited, he's jumping and giggling to himself (Donnie says he's cringe, Leo says he's bitchless)

His main love language are memes, funny images go brr lmao. Absolutely would tag you on cat posts with an "us"

His second main Love language is words of affirmation, he really like the feeling of making someone feel good just by talking cause he know how it is to not have those words sometimes

Very flirtatious, chessy lines and a lot of dumb compliments, but oh man don't flirt back cause this boy's gonna melt and stop working for the next 5 minutes

He has a "S/O is amazing and this is why" time, when Leo tell everything that is perfect about his S/O, no one know what could trigger it so they're walking on eggshells everytime something slightly remind him of his S/O, he could be having breakfast and just start talking "Oh you're drinking coffee? My S/O love this brand of coffee. Hey have you tasted S/O coffee? They make the most tastiest and amazing ones in the word, and oh! the other they..." and this easily can go for hours until someone beg him to stop

He scroll over every single astrology post with his and his S/O signs in it, would send them to his S/O and talk about how perfect they are, if their sign isn't compatible with his, he would cry and then proceed to automaticaly say that astrology is the dumbest thing in the whole world

Donnie

Even if he usually hates being touchy, he would probably be the total opossite with his s/o, just in alone time tho, he would never let his brothers see him like that weak. This doesn't mean his S/O can touch him whenever he want but he is more recilliant to accept them

He doesn't know how to ask for affection, so he would just akwardly stand around his S/O until they notice him, and hopefully understand what he want

Lots of gifts, his main love language are gifts, it could be small, it could be something big, but gifts is a must for Donnie, even if some of them are a complete failure

His second most prominent love language is quality time, wich translate to "We are sharing a room", He and his S/O aren't even talking or touching, S/O maybe hasn't even notice Donnie's there, but they are spending quality time with eachother

Another way of saying "I love you" is talking about the proyect he's working on, or his last hiperfixation, telling fun facts about the think his S/O likes, you like cats? "Did you know that cats came from egypt? And did you know their purr can decrease anxiety levels" S/O likes Astronomy? "Fun fact: Nasa kinda 'email' tools to astronauts because of 3D printers, really useful don't ya think?" He likes to share their interests and know more about them

He's incredibly observant and attentive towards his S/O, he may struggle with emotions but can tell right away when his S/O isn't feeling good

He have a list of everything his S/O like in alphabetical orden and separated by categories

Most likely develop stims that involved touching his S/O, it could be just a little poke or maybe bite them, he often doesn't realize

Mikey

A lots of cuddles, he doesn't care if his brother are there or not, if his S/O is there he is gonna be glued to them giving them hugs and kisses until they have to go

He make a whole 'reasons why you shouldn't go and instead cuddle with me' presentation to his S/O everytime they have to go

Surprise hugs, their first mistake was being distract, the hug monster Mikey is in a hunt

His love language is physical touch, it doesn't matter if it's a hug or playing with their hair, he has to touch their S/O in someway

If S/O doesn't like being touch, he would always ask for permission everytime he want a hug or just lay in them and try to chill a little by hugging a pillow instead or maybe one of his brothers if they are near

His second love language are gifts, specially drawings, he like to draw his S/O in that amazing outfit they wore the other day, or maybe a little scene of his last date with S/O, then he give it to them

He also loves cooking for his S/O, he thinks that the kitchen is a place where you put all your heart and love for your loved ones. He feel the most happy when he has the opportunity to cook with his S/O

He sometimes goes crazy with the compliments, his S/O can be doing the bare minimun and Mikey would start to shower them in compliment about how amazing they are and how talented they are in the thing they are doing (even if it's just...breath), he sometimes gets his brothers involve "Raph, RAPH! Don't you think S/O is the most amazing person in the word? Look at them, they're so pretty and awesome and and..." Raph was forced to give every compliment he could think of to Mikey's S/O for the next 10 minutes

Usually makes something special every ocassion he's giving, my boy is making made up holydays as an excuse to hang put with his S/O, they now have to celebrate "gravity invention day", it exist now

Go and drink some water bitch, you have being scrolling for way to long

[socialkid]

(Alternative title: Not so Secret admirer)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance (Enemies to Lovers?)

Warnings: Slight cursing

Summary: When catching the eye of one of your most prized possessions, you remember the romantic story and reasoning behind it.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post! I really do appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog! Now that I think of it this is kind of a Valentine’s Day post…but who cares I’m only one month late!

Having a Pro Hero boyfriend was a bit of a struggle you had to admit. Don’t get it wrong you loved the attention from the various amount of people who shipped you and Bakugou, and the feeling of protection and safety when you’re snuggled up in bed with your human explosive, but that was the thing. Waiting to get that affection from your partner was such a long process, especially on days with outrageous villain attacks.

You picked up your phone rotating it to the side to checking for the red line identifying that the phone was possibly on silent mode. It wasn’t. You turned on your phone and scrolled down your notification banner; Snapchat notifications, TikTok notifications, and other unnecessary announcements. You went to settings to check your notifications. Your messages seemed to be on. You opened the message app and clicked ‘Dynamite 🧨💥🧸’ only to see your chain of texts still on delivered. Sighing you lazily scrolled through your texts then studied his name above them. You remember for months Bakugou had questioned the teddy bear emoji. You placed down your phone as your eyes trailed over to the teddy bear on your side of the bed. An cute almond brown bear holding a red heart that had the words ‘Be mine?’ printed in cursive on it.

You grabbed it and snuggled it, the fur on it tickling your nose, and the scent of your boyfriend lingers on it. You remember your first look at this bear. It was all the way back in second grade. Everyone was passing out candy and cards into everyone’s boxes for Valentines. You had finally gotten around to the last desk and dropped your last card in. When you got back to your desk there it was; the bear sitting on your desk with a card right beside it. You didn’t even bother to open the card yet, you just went straight for the plush. “H-hey who gave this to me?” You asked loud enough for the students to look back towards you. They murmured and questioned but the kid that caught your eye was Bakugou. The one who didn’t flinch by your question, nor turn around and face you. Just continued to eat his candy in a careless manner. You had a hunch it was him because he did the opposite of what everyone else did, but why would he get something so meaningful for you?

Back even when you were younger than second graders, you and Bakugou had never had a good history. As it seems to be known Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya, your green haired friend did not get along as kids. Whenever Bakugou would pick on him, the classmates felt bad but they didn’t want a piece of Bakugou so they just stood to the side and observed. Until you came along. Bakugou still remembers the day the teacher introduced you to the whole class. He stared at you as the teachers endless babbling continued.

“Oooh looks like somebody’s in love!” One of Bakugou’s friends teased him as the other clammed his hands together and proceeded to make kissy faces in the air. “What!? No I don’t, and I’ll prove it!” Bakugou replied quickly. He waited for the teacher to Exscuse you to go sit down on the carpet before he spoke, “Hey newbie! Why don’t you just step aside cause I bet you’re really weak!” Bakugou shouted. “Bakugo-!” The teacher started before you interrupted her, “Not weak, just stronger than you.” You replied calmly. Some of the class laughed while Bakugou gritted his teeth in anger. “Yea yea whatever, you haven’t heard the last of me.” He muttered but to your surprise he left you alone. And since he left you alone that meant he was back to only one target. Midoriya.

All day you watched Midoriya being stepped on by Bakugou and his crew. “Hey Deku you should just give up now. You don’t even amount to me!” This kid would say proudly while showing off his quirk. ‘What’s this kids deal?’ You thought. Finally recess came around and you sat down and played in the sand box with this other girl. You were enjoying your time not long before commotion broke out behind you.

“You’re being mean Kacchan! Leave them alone!” The green haired boy yelled. ‘Kacchan…?’. You stood up from the sand box, the girl in there with you questioning you. “Deku what did I tell you about trying to be a hero? It’s not gonna work, at least not against me.” Bakugou replied punching his fist together. Izuku trembled but stood his ground as Bakugou and his friends approached him. He reached for Izuku’s shirt before you screamed, “NO!” Everyone stopped in their tracks.

“You again,” Bakugou said “What do you want?”.

“I want you to leave him alone!” You replied. Bakugou stood silent with a puzzled look on his face. “What this loser?” Bakugou said moving him by his shirt. “He’s not a loser, you are! Now get away from him!” You replied. Bakugou blinked than let go of Midoriya. “Whatever, you two can hang out and be two quirkless losers together!” Bakugou almost shouted. He walked away, his two friends trailing behind him. You turned around to go back to the sandbox before hearing, “Hey, thank you!”.

Ever since that day Bakugou’s always seemed to have a bone to pick with you. You thought he hated you, little did you know this boy was absolutely fascinated by you. No one’s ever had the courage to stand up against him nonetheless succeed. His ego wasn’t as big as it would be in middle school (in the future) but he still had his moments. Yet he wanted to impress you. He would never admit it. Like ever. But he would give anything just for five seconds of your attention. So he would do stupid things. And when I say stupid things, I mean very stupid things. Like insulting you. Why he thought that was a good idea, you will never know. Litteraly trip on thin air just to see your reaction. And then there’s the normal stuff guys do to get a girls attention; talking loud, acting different when you’re around, and sending his friends to talk to you. But still not enough. You were too busy hanging with that Deku kid to “notice him”.

“Katsuki we came to the store to buy Valentines for your classmates so that’s what we’re going to do!” Mitsuki, Bakugou’s mom said dragging Bakugou by his arm. Mitsuki had gotten a email from the school that they had a Valentine’s Day party in for the second graders in the classroom. She wanted her son to be involved in the classroom more often, seeing his ego was growing she knew he had very limited friends.

“But I don’t want to.” Bakugou pouted trying to walk back to the exit of the store. Mitsuki struggled against her surprisingly strong son but dragged him back to the shelf.

“LISTEN, Katsuki! We’re just going to grab a stack of decorative cards and candy and then we can leave ok!?”, Katsuki pouted at this. He turned her back on her with his arms cross whilst her mom asked him questions she knew he wasn’t going to even respond to. “Ooh these are cute, how about these? Ooh but these ones come with stickers. What do you think?”. Bakugou began roaming the isle looking up and down the shelves. He scanned and studied the objects but there was this particular one that caught his eye. It was a cute little cuddle sized bear. It held a heart with fancy writing that spelled ‘Be Mine?’.

After about 5 minutes of shopping Mitsuki was done, but when she was she caught her son eyeing this bear. She stood behind him for a good two minutes before he turned around a noticed her. “Jeez! Mom what do you want?” He asked after being startled by Mitsuki. “Do you want me to buy that bear for you?” Mitsuki asked him. At this Bakugou cocked an eyebrow up at his mom. She never usually buys the stuff he wants in the stores, she’s more of a work for it and earn it type of mom. “Why?” Bakugou asked. “Oh I don’t know, possibly for a little crush you might have at school?” She asked him smiling. At this Bakugou’s ears lit up. “NO I DON’T!” he shouted. “You might want to watch who you’re yelling at Katsuki.” Mitsuki replied very calmly but scary enough for him to simmer down.

After the back and forth between the mom and son they walked out of the store with grocery bags, Mitsuki’s hand held with Bakugou and Bakugou’s free hand carrying a teddy bear.

Bakugou sat up in his room staring at the bear on his bed. He got up and opened the door out of his room to peak on the kitchen counter where a couple extra cards laid on the counter. He took one and a sharpie that was next to it and snuck off back to his room.

And that’s when you received your bear by a “secret admirer”. You weren’t 100% sure it was Bakugou, but you didn’t care. You cherished that bear. You took it everywhere with you, airplanes, vacations, sleepovers, it didn’t matter what the occasion. Even in 6th grade when you had pajama day at school. “You still carry around that stupid bear?“ Bakugou asked. “How do you know, have you been watching me?” You asked as he scoffs, “Besides I think he’s cute.” You replied hugging your bear as Bakugou grunted but exscused himself quickly because he felt his cheeks burn. You ask him about it later but he just pushed you away. But Bakugou knew you wern’t the type of girl to push situations away, you wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

The questions you asked him for months seemed so intrusive to him after a while he was thinking about just telling you the truth so you would leave it alone. But by then his ego was to big.

As the years went on the drama between you came to a rest and finally you two became somewhat friends. And somewhere along the road some what friends became best friends (with crushes on each other yes). Now you were in your last months of U.A and had been known of the school’s best couple for years now. And yet still through the entire way you had the bear.

You remember the first time you had a sleepover with your boyfriend in your dorm. You had just came out of the bathroom brushing your teeth to see Bakugou (in his black tank top 😩) with your teddy bear. He hadn’t noticed you there, but you over heard him muttering to himself, “She till has this huh? Commitment.” He said, then placed the bear down. He turned around to face you and slightly jumped “WHAT THE HELL!?” He screamed as you giggled, “What is up with you and my MOTHER sneaking up on me all the time!?” He said, still he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

You always think about the story of you, Katsuki, and his bear in your free time. But your thoughts were interrupted by heavy foot steps outside the apartment door. The keys jingled for a while before the door was unlocked and your boyfriend trudged in. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then headed straight to your room where he knew he would find you.

“Baby!” You said groggily still holding on the bear. Bakugou grinned a bit before pulling you off the bed and locking you into his arms. He then proceeded to kiss you longing for the taste of you all day. “How was your day Suki?” You asked him as he snorted, “Nothing special down at the agency pretty slow day if you ask me. But I’m glad to be back at home with my baby for our special time together.” He said kissing your neck as you sighed with pleasure. You could do this all day but you knew Bakugou had to get in the shower, he absolutely refuses to get on the bed dirty.

Once he finishes showering he slides into bed with you. You have SpongeBob playing in the background, Bakugou learned not to question it when once you had a six hour fight about it.

Your still snuggled up with your bear when Katsuki finally pops the question. “What is up with you and this bear?” He asks as you turn over and face him. “Because you gave it to me.” You reply. “Yeah yeah, but how did you even find out?” He asked. “Dunno. Maybe it was justa gut feeling? Or the the amount of times you made it obvious, it could be that too.” You teased. “HAH? So you’re getting smart with me huh dumbie?” He responded. “Just a little” you giggle. You pull yourself closer to Bakugou and close the gap in between you.

“I love you Suki.” You say earning a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Mmm love you more baby.” He replied. “I have something special for you…” you said smirking. “Oh really?” Katsuki asked grinning leaning more on you by the minute. You hummed in agreement before reaching behind you and grabbing a pillow and hitting Katsuki Bakugou smack dab in the face.

Your giggling became continuous laughing as Bakugou’s smirk turned into a frown then into an evil grimance. “Alright, since you want to play that way.” Bakugou started before grabbing a pillow and swinging at you. You quickly dodged it and ran around the room, Bakugou chasing you close behind. After about two minutes he caught you and picked you up. “NOOOO!” You screamed while laughing before he threw you onto the bed and the game was over.

“God I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

BONUS:

For those who are curious what 2nd grade Bakugou’s note read, here it is:

“Here’s a bear you deserve it. You work really hard and you seem nice. I hope you enjoy this. Happy Valentines Day.” - Secret Admirer.

Such a sweetheart am I right 🥹 ?

[sneakyblinders]

The Honorable Gangster

A/N: another installment of the courting series of the tommy and his darling wife!au. aka tommy x ofc (bee). this one takes place directly after Under the London Lamp Posts. Tommy is the hero in this one. PLEASE heed the warnings. warnings: language, non-consensual kissing & sexual motives, violence, fighting, blood, not canon, with a happy ending & fluff sprinkled in at the end. sexual themes. 18+. You are responsible for your media consumption! Please do not proceed if you are uncomfortable or if any of the above mentioned warnings will upset you. 5.7k words. I take no credit for the gif! text dividers are from @cottage-writings and I take no credit for those either!

1919

Bee had walked with her head in the clouds for the next few days. When Thomas Shelby had dropped her off at her front door, he’d kissed her hand and asked her to write her phone number down so he could call her. He said he’d call her the next time he was coming to London. 

He looked at her through his thick, dark eyelashes and raised her hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles, eyes never leaving hers. “Goodnight, Gorgeous,” he told her, smirking to himself when he noticed her go weak in the knees. 

“Goodnight, Thomas,” she said airily, unlocking her front door. 

He smirked as she shut the door. When she was safely behind her door, she pressed her back to the door and slid down to the floor, a lovestruck expression on her face. 

Betty raced down the hall from her room once she’d heard the door shut. “Well?” she squealed. 

“Oh he’s perfect,” Bee said dreamily, legs sprawled out in front of her. 

She could hear his heavy footsteps getting farther and farther away as he walked down the hallway and out the doors. Her heart became heavy. A sense of loneliness she’d never felt before descending on her. 

“Did he kiss you?” Betty asked. 

“No!” Bee exclaimed, cheeks flushing. 

“Oh come on,” Betty rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “A man like that is bound to kiss you, so get ready for your first kiss, Missy.” 

Bee’s heart quickened. She knew it was true. “He was in the War,” she said, a faraway tone to her voice.

“Heavens, Bee, how old is he?” Betty asked, eyes widening. 

“Oh, I think twenty-nine or so?”

Betty chuckled. “Holy hell you’re in for it.” 

Bee stood up, walking towards her room. “What do you mean?” she asked, kicking her shoes off. 

“A man like that will know what he wants, and will take it and make you love him for it.” 

Her stomach did a little flutter. “He was a perfect gentleman.” 

“Of course he was! I am just saying to be ready to be with a man.” 

“I’m tired, Betty. I’m going to bed.” Bee said dismissively, annoyed that her friend couldn’t let her divulge the information she so badly wanted to without sounding jealous.

On Sundays, Bee’s family had a family dinner. Her siblings gather with her parents and grandfather for dinner, around her mothers dining room table. It was their opportunity to catch up with one another, not allow too much distance despite them all living their own separate lives. 

After dinner, her father and mother asked to speak to her. “Bee, Darling, a young man has come to see us about courting you,” her mother said, a sparkle in her eyes. 

Bee’s eyes lit up–Thomas! How had he found them? She didn’t care, she only cared that he was wishing to court her! 

“His name is Jonathan Sayer,” her father continued, and her face fell downcast. “He is a banker here in London, he comes from a good family, and he’d make an excellent husband, Bee. He will be coming to Grandfather’s birthday party next week so you can meet him.” 

“I–I can’t do that,” she said softly, heart cracking in her chest. 

“Why not?” her father chuckled. 

“I–I met someone last week,” she said softly, not meeting her parents' gaze. 

“Bee, Darling, I’m sure whoever you met was a fine individual but Jonathan will make a fine match.” Her father continued, waving her off. 

Bee looked to her mother, who gave her a sympathetic look. 

Before she left her parents flat that evening, her mother caught her by the arm. “Bee, Darling,” she said. “If this other young man has caught your heart, listen to it. Our family marries for love.” 

That night, Tommy called her. “Hello?” She answered the phone. 

“Hello, Gorgeous,” that velvety voice said on the other end. 

“Thomas,” she said softly, leaning against the wall. 

“How are you today?” he asked, fingers drumming on his desk. 

“I’m okay,” she said, sighing. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting forward in his chair, elbows on his desk. 

“My–my father has told me I have a suitor.” 

The other end of the line went quiet. All Bee could hear was her heartbeat in her chest. “What do you have to say about it?” he asked, clearing his throat. She could hear his seat squeak as he adjusted his posture. 

“I would rather be with you,” she blurted out. She shut her eyes immediately. Stupid girl, why did you say that? 

He smiled. “When can I see you?” he asked. 

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to meet this suitor on Friday night,” she groaned. She was scheduled to work at the book shop for the next few nights. “At my grandfather’s birthday party.” 

“I’ll come then,” he said simply, taking a sip of whiskey. 

“You can’t do that!” she said standing up a little straighter. 

“Why not?” he asked. “They won’t notice an extra man there, surely.” 

“They would if he looks like you do,” she says, her face scrunching after the words left her mouth. 

Tommy smirks on the other end of the phone, licking his lips. “I’m not sure if that’s meant to offend or flatter me, Gorgeous,” he flirted. 

“Flatter. Definitely flatter,” she told him quickly. 

“Where is the party at?” he asked, holding back a laugh. She blurted out the details, for once, not thinking of the consequences. “I’ll be there, Darling. Sleep well. Dream of me,” he flirted. 

“Only if you dream of me,” she told him. 

“You haven’t left my mind for one moment,” he told her. 

Butterflies filled her belly. “Goodnight, Thomas.” 

“Goodnight, Gorgeous.” 

Friday night came and Bee nervously dressed in her favorite light purple dress. Her father gathered everyone up in the family car and drove them to the countryside, to her grandfather's estate. Her stomach was in knots, thinking of Jonathan–of Thomas. 

Cocktail hour was in full swing, the music loud, the guests louder. Mr. Sutton brought Jonathan to Bee. “Darling Daughter, may I introduce Mr. Jonathan Sayer.” 

He was handsome enough. Blond hair and light brown eyes, but a scowl so deeply set in his features, she couldn’t shake his coldness. His features paled in comparison to Tommy. “Miss Sutton,” he said, bowing slightly to her, hands clasped behind his back. 

“Pleasure,” she said, smiling awkwardly at him. 

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” her father said, smiling awkwardly at the two of them. 

They stood awkwardly before Jonathan blurted out, “My mother intends to marry us soon, something about a good dowry, so we better get the formalities out of the way. I think you’re pretty enough and you look brighter than how you speak. I overheard a few other conversations with your aunts, I think it was. That can be changed with some good literature and not those ridiculous romance books I’m sure you find wonderful,” tears stung at her eyes. “You’re a little too thin for my taste, however,” he says, looking her up and down. She felt herself shrinking. “So eat plenty in the coming months. If everything goes to plan we’ll be on our honeymoon in six months.”

“Excuse me, please, I need a drink,” she says, excusing herself to the drink table. 

To her disgust, he followed her. “Allow me,” he said, taking the glass from her hand and pouring her a glass of water. “Now drink it so we can dance.” 

She eyed him warily, swallowing down her glass. He took it from her hands and set it on a tray a waiter was carrying, bringing her to the dance floor. 

His hand didn’t quite fit well in hers–his fingers were too slender, palms too small. She felt clammy as he pressed his body against hers, whirring her around the dance floor so quickly her head spun. He stepped on her feet a few times, and nearly ran her into another couple.  

What felt like an eternity later, a man who Bee couldn’t make out for her dizziness, tapped Jonathan on the shoulder. “May I cut in?” the thick, velvet Birmingham accent. Her vision was still spinning as Jonathan released her reluctantly. 

“She’s a terrible partner, good luck, mate,” Jonathan said. 

She felt Tommy’s strong arm around her back, his hand taking a hold of hers. His hands were warm, the rest of him ice cold. “Hello, Gorgeous,” he said in her ear, his lips dangerously close to the shell of her ear. He inhaled her perfume and nearly moaned, loving her scent, her body pressed against his. 

“Thomas,” she breathed, a smile on her face. “You came.” 

“Of course I did. I am a man of my word,” he told her. The song turned slow and he gently changed his pace. “Especially to a beautiful lady.” 

She blushed, a bashful smile on her lips. “You look handsome tonight.” 

And he did. He wore a white striped shirt with a navy waistcoat and suit. His hair had just been cut and he’d shaved mere minutes before he’d walked out the door. He'd worn his best cologne.

“You outshine me, I assure you,” he whispered in her ear. “Everyone’s been staring at you all night.” 

“Have you been?” she asked in an uncharacteristically bold manner.

“Ever since I got here,” he rasped. “Can’t take my fucking eyes off you,” The butterflies came back in her belly, his grip on the small of her back tightening. “Who was dancing with you before?” he asked. 

“My suitor,” she ground out. “He was terribly rude to me,” she said, eyes burning thinking of the hateful things he’d said. 

“What did he say?” Tommy asked, body tensing. 

“He said I was too skinny, that I was pretty enough and that I needed to speak like I had a brain, essentially,” she rattled off. Tommy clenched his jaw. 

“You are exquisite,” he told her. “Don’t listen to him.” 

“He doesn’t matter anyway,” she said, leaning in closer to him. “You’re the one who matters, Thomas,” she told him. 

He closed his eyes and for a moment, he was 16 again. In love for the first time. Maybe this would be the last time. 

The dancing came to an end so more food could be served, and Tommy walked over to the table with her. He pulled out her chair for her and she sat down. “I’ll be back with a plate for you, and I,” he said, fingers kneading her shoulder softly. She nodded, stomach in knots as her mother approached, Tommy walking towards the food spread. 

“Bee! Bee why were you dancing so closely with that man! You’re supposed to be dancing with Jonathan!” her mother scolded. 

“Mother,” Bee whispered, motioning for her mother to come closer. “That’s the other man!” 

Her mothers eyes widened. “Bee, lovey, that can’t be him,” she said softly. “That’s Thomas Shelby.” 

Bee’s eyes widened. “You know who he is?” 

“Darling he’s a gangster,” her mother eyed the room apprehensively before leaning down to her daughter. “He’s the leader of a dangerous gang in Birmingham, how could you keep this from me?” 

“I didn’t know, mother! He said he was a businessman–a bookmaker!” Bee said defensively, brain spinning. 

Her mother laughed. “Bee, he’s a bookmaker because he’s known for fixing races,” her mother seethed. 

“Mother–”

“No, Bee! He is dangerous!”

“He is behind you,” Tommy said, holding two plates of food, standing behind Mrs. Sutton, who was, ironically, standing in front of Tommy’s chair. 

“Oh!” Mrs. Sutton exclaimed, quickly moving out of the way. “Mr. Shelby,” she said, jaw clenched. 

“Mrs. Sutton, I presume?” he said, handing Bee a plate of food he knew she wouldn’t eat. Her body was alight with nerves. 

“Yes. My daughter is quite taken with you, Mr. Shelby, but she is spoken for. This seat is already occupied.” Her mother said, gripping the back of the chair, preventing Tommy from sitting down. 

“Mother, please,” Bee tried protesting. 

“Oh, here he comes. Here’s Jonathan!” her mother says, a smile spreading on her face. Jonathan approached with his own plate of food, sitting down next to Bee. 

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement before taking a seat on her right. “Appears this seat is empty, I’ll just sit here then,” he threw Mrs. Sutton a smug smile, eyes narrowing. 

“Flanked by a gentleman on either side, Miss Sutton, you are quite desired I see,” Jonathan seethed, Mrs. Sutton letting out a surprised squeak. 

“I need to see to my father, excuse me, please,” Mrs. Sutton said, desperately trying to wrap her head around the scene unfolding in front of her and needing to get away from it. 

“I assure you, Mr. Sayers, I am no gentleman,” Tommy said, raising a cigarette to his lips. 

“Of that I have no doubt,” Jonathan quipped back. 

Bee sank deeper into her chair, biting the inside of her cheek. 

“But I do know how to speak to a lady,” Tommy said, leaning into the table, peering around Bee to get a better look at his opponent. 

Jonathan scoffed. “Who? Her?” he eyed Bee. 

Tommy ran his tongue over his teeth, temper threatening to boil over at any moment. “I need some air, if you’ll excuse me,” Bee said, in a voice so small Tommy almost didn’t recognize her voice. She got up and exited the room, making her way to a terrace off the ballroom. 

Jonathan moved to stand. “Sit down,” Tommy rasped, leaning back in his chair. “Give her a minute.” 

To his surprise, Jonathan listened, sitting down, his eyes narrowed. “What interest does Gypsy scum like you have in her?” Tommy’s eyebrows raised and he cocked his head to the side. “I know who you are, everyone in this fucking room knows who you are except Bee. She’d be much better served with a normal man, not some psychotic racketeer who has the police in his pocket and whores adorning his bed every night,” Jonathan spat, face turning red. 

“You’re right,” Tommy said, not meeting his expression. “She probably would be better served being with a man who wouldn’t put her life in danger, but,” he took a drag off his cigarette. “It should be her choice, shouldn’t it?” 

Jonathan scoffed. “She doesn’t know what’s best for her, wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit her in the face. She’s naive and dull–”

Before Jonathan could get another word out, Tommy nearly leapt from his seat, taking a hold of his collar, temper spilled over. “Say one more word about her and I will cut you from ear to ear,” he seethed, teeth bared. “That woman,” he breathed. “That lovely creature will never be yours. Even if she refuses me, she will never have you. You aren’t deserving of her.” 

Jonathan smirked. “And you think you are?” 

Tommy let go of his collar, standing up and walking towards the terrace. 

Bee stood, her hips pressed against the wrought iron railing of the terrace, head in her hands, staring into the gardens. “Darling,” Tommy rasped low, a hand gently resting on the small of her back. 

She turned immediately to him, face full of anger. “You should’ve never come here,” she said. His heart panged in his chest, the familiar ache growing within him. “I’ll be married to Jonathan in less than six months,” she said, lips pressed into a tight line. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Tommy told her, a hand gently resting on her arm, rubbing it soothingly. 

She wrenched away from him, scoffing in annoyance. “Get away from me, Thomas!” she said, not looking at him. “You lied to me.” 

His heart sank in his chest, seeing the pain on her face. “Lied?” he asked, a lump forming in his throat. 

She laughed incredulously. “A bookmaker, a businessman who works with horses,” she chuckled. “Good thing I don’t read the papers, hm? How about a gangster? A man who fixes races,” she sneered. 

Tommy sighed, digging his hands in his pockets. “I was going to tell you–”

“When? When, Thomas? After I was hopelessly in love with you? Unable to separate my heart from yours? I’ve spent all week dreaming of you and you leave these details out! We spoke for hours that first night!” she said, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. 

Tommy cleared his throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

She looked at him, his eyes full of regret. “I should’ve never let you take me to dinner that night,” she said, storming back into the ballroom. 

And he let her. 

“Tommy! Tom! Thomas, hello?” Polly yelled, snapping her fingers in front of her nephew's face. “Are you in another world over there?” she asked, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. 

“What were you saying, Pol?” he asked, refocusing his attention. 

She sighed. “Oh for fucks sake, when are you going to tell me what the hell has gotten into you?” she asked, exasperated. 

It had been three weeks since he’d heard from Bee. She hadn’t answered the phone. He’d sent flowers three times a week for the last three weeks, each arrangement more elaborate than the one before it. He’d sent handwritten notes with them, begging her for forgiveness, asking her to call him, or answer the damn phone. 

“It’s nothing, Pol,” he sighed. 

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Who is she?” 

He sighed, letting his head thump back against the backrest of the plush chair he was sitting in. “This girl I met in London.” 

Polly raised her eyebrows. “What’s wrong with her?”

He sighed. “Not a fucking thing,” he breathed, striking a match and bringing it to his cigarette. “I didn’t tell her what I do exactly and she found out somehow, probably from this bastard that she’s supposed to be courting, or her busybody mother, but the suitor–he speaks terribly about her.”

“Then why is he courting her?” Polly asked. 

Tommy shook his head. “Fuck if I know.” 

“Well either go to her and beg for forgiveness or stop sulking. You’re making everyone miserable,” Polly told him, standing up from her chair and walking out of the room. 

“Fuck,” he grumbled. 

“What the hell are we going to London for again, Tom?” John grumbled as he, Arthur and Tommy all piled in the car together. 

“Business,” Tommy ground out as Arthur turned the key in the ignition. 

“Yeah, fucking business about a woman,” Arthur said in jest. 

“Ah fuck,” John rolled his eyes. 

“While I am handling my own business, you two are going to check on the pubs we’re paid to look after. Make sure everything is as it should be. Shouldn’t be long.”

The trio rode to London in silence. 

It was Sunday, and in true Sutton family fashion, the whole family was gathered around the dinner table–this week there was an additional guest. A Mr. Jonathan Sayer. 

Dinner was progressing rather awkwardly, Bee’s inability to separate her mind from the two-facedness of this man overwhelming her. He was sweet and attentive in front of either of their parents but rude and dismissive when it was the two of them. She had tried telling her father, who only waved her off. “If we left you to your own devices to choose a man, you’d be with that bastard Tom Shelby,” he cackled. “We’re doing what’s best, Darling, I assure you.”

At the mention of Thomas’ name, her blood boiled. She hadn’t spent a day not thinking about him–he’d made it quite hard with the multiple bouquets of flowers he’d sent her over the last few weeks. Betty had sneezed nonstop for all the pollen. But Bee couldn’t bring herself to throw any of them away. 

She warred in herself about Thomas Shelby. She was enamored by him, curious about this man still. His attention had been nice. The way he looked at her. Like she changed his world somehow. She could smell his cologne if she closed her eyes and tried hard enough. But she was so mad at him–that he wouldn’t have told her about what he truly did. One would think that if a lady was getting involved with a gangster, the said gangster, if he was truly as enamored with her as she was with him, would value her safety and disclose this pertinent information to her. But no. He didn’t! 

Her mind circled in these patterns of rationalizing his behavior, and then becoming angry with him again. 

After dinner and dessert, Jonathan asked her to take a walk. She reluctantly agreed. He led them down the stairs and to the alleys. Suddenly, when he figured they were out of sight enough, he pushed her against the brick, her vision going starry, the back of her head hitting the brick. 

“If you’re not good for anything else,” he sneered, hands pinning her shoulders to the brick. “You will give me pleasure as my wife,” he growled, lips pressing roughly against hers. 

Bee tried to squirm away from him, trying to speak to him, tell him she’d rather take it slowly, rather kiss him gently, but his strength had her pinned against the brick, unable to move. 

Tommy had asked around London and had graciously been told where the Sutton family home was. He had remembered Bee telling him on Sunday evenings they all had dinner together and was delighted at his good timing and luck. He approached the row of buildings he had been told the Suttons lived in, when he heard a whimper. “No, no, please, not this way, please, Jonathan,” his blood ran cold, hearing that sweet voice he’d longed to hear. 

He couldn’t make out Jonathan’s reply but he quickened his pace, walking towards the alleys. 

The rage that Tommy tried so bloody hard to stifle boiled over. “Hey!” he called, voice deep and booming from his chest, echoing off the brick walls that surrounded them. Jonathan and Bee’s heads turned towards him. “Take your fucking hands off her!” Tommy yelled, removing his cap from his head. 

“Or what?” Jonathan countered as Tommy continued to stalk closer. 

Tommy delivered a crunch to the man's jaw, a sickening crunch of teeth giving him chills. Bee tumbled to the floor of the alley, her dress askew on her body. 

“Thomas!” Bee yelled. 

Blood roared in Tommy’s ears as he hunched over Jonathan, hands gripping his neck. “She will never be yours,” Tommy ground out before slashing his blade across Jonathan’s left eye. Bee screamed at the blood. It was everywhere. Jonathan screamed in agony, clutching his eye as Tommy stood up. “By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders,” He shook the blood from his cap and approached Bee gently. “Come on, Darling,” he held a hand out to her. 

She was shaking as Tommy helped her to her feet, his strong arms and hands holding her against him. She began to cry, her body suddenly cold despite the warm day. “Thomas,” she cried as he led her away from where Jonathan lay on the floor screaming still. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Tommy told her, holding her closer to him. “He’ll never touch you again.” 

Once they were in the sunlight, out of the alleyway, she nearly collapsed in his arms. “Thomas,” she cried. “Why?” tears ran down her face. 

In one swift motion, he hoisted her into his arms, carrying her up the steps to her parents flat. He nearly kicked the door in, fuming with anger. “What the hell–” Mr Sutton said. “What have you done to her?” 

Tommy walked her over to the sofa, where he laid her down. She looked at her father with tears in her eyes. “He’s done nothing but be honorable, Father,” she cried.

“Why is there blood on you? Where is Jonathan?” her mother chimed in, walking over to her daughter. 

“I was coming here tonight to beg for your daughter's forgiveness,” Tommy started. “And when I approached the flats, Mr. Sayer was trying to take advantage of your daughter,” Tommy told them, jaw clenched. 

Mrs. Sutton cradled her daughter against her chest. Bee sniffled, “He saved me.”

Tommy buried his hands in his pockets, eyeing the floor, waiting for an accusation or a demand to remove himself from the flat. 

“Thomas,” Mr. Sutton said, as they heard ambulance sirens in the distance. “Thank you.” 

Mr. Sutton approached Tommy, holding his hand out. Tommy shook it, jaw still clenched. “I don’t want to be with Jonathan, Father,” Bee said quietly. 

Mr. Sutton shook his head. “You will never see him again, Bee Darling.” 

Tommy eyed Bee, that look of adoration in his eyes. “I hope you can forgive me, Darling. But even if you don’t, I wouldn’t have changed what I did today.” 

And he turned on his heel and left. 

The first half of the week came and left. There was news that Jonathan Sayer lost his eye. Tommy smiled to himself when Arthur told him. 

It was half past three in the afternoon, Tommy was shuffling through endless papers, stacks of money, letters, invoices. A secretary he couldn't remember the name of, Joanna maybe? Knocked on the door. “Mr. Shelby?” he looked up from his paperwork, an annoyed look in his eyes. “There is a woman here for you–she says to call her Bee? Sutton I think she said.”

Tommy never stood up so quickly. “Send her in! Eh! Now!” he demanded, straightening his waistcoat, tucking his tie down into it, running a hand through his hair. 

The secretary scrambled from her awkward position in the doorway. She returned with Bee trailing behind her. She looked angelic, ethereal in the orange afternoon light that flooded through the frosted windows of the Shelby Company Limited Office. “Mr. Shelby, Miss,” Joanna said, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thomas,” Bee said, expression unreadable. 

“Hello, Gorgeous,” he drawled, exhaling smoke. He looked so handsome, she thought to herself. His shoulders looked even broader, arms even stronger, without his suit jacket on. His sleeve garters accentuated the muscle that she knew rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt. His hair was rumpled, almost as if he’d been running an anxious hand through it all day. Which he had. “What brings you to Birmingham?” he asked as she approached his desk.

She sat down in one of the plush leather chairs sitting on the other side of his desk. “You.” 

He felt his neck flash hot, her dark, gorgeous eyes boring into him. “Me, hm?” he said, sitting down in his chair. 

“Yeah,” she said, nostrils flared, lips in an angry line. “You and your bloody flowers and notes and the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you,” she confessed, finally diverting her gaze. “You and that stupid look on your face I can’t stand it!” she shouted, standing up, crossing her arms in front of her chest. His eyes were soft as they followed her while she began to pace back and forth behind the chairs opposite his desk. A small smile formed on his lips. “Stop looking at me like that!” she shouted, fists clenched at her sides. 

He stalked over to her, face dangerously close to hers. “Would you like for me to look at you how that bastard your family wanted to marry you off to, looked at you? Hm? Rather look at you like a conquest, not a woman to be desired? To be seduced properly? To be worshiped, adored, cherished? I can look at you like a conquest but you are far more to me than just that. So if you want us to fuck,” he raised his eyebrows, licking his lips. “We can, right now. Right here, bent over my desk, and I’ll throw you to the curb like last week's paper when I’m finished,” she huffed out an angry breath. “Or if you’d rather, I can continue to look at you the way I have since you made me drop my fucking whiskey in that damn London street,” he took her head in his hands. “And spend the rest of my life showing you why I look at you the way I do.” 

His lips ghosted over hers, barely brushing together. “Thomas,” she said softly, a hand coming up to touch his arm. “You don’t mean that.”

“Darling,” he whispered, removing his hands from her face and dropping to his knees in front of her. “Forgive me. Give me another chance, and I promise you, I will never lie by exclusion again,” Tears came to her eyes. She shut her eyes quickly, as to not see the pleading look in his eyes. “If you didn’t come here to tell me you want to be with me, then what did you come all the way down here for, hm?”  

Her hand cupped his jaw gently, thumb rubbing his cheekbone softly. “Nothing but that, Thomas. Absolutely nothing.” 

He stood to his feet, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling like an idiot. “Does this mean I have to formally ask your father to court you?” he asked. 

She swatted at his chest playfully. “If you want to go about this as a gentleman, then yes,” she giggled. 

“If I were a gentleman, I don’t think I’d want to kiss you so terribly right now,” he breathed. 

“Well,” she said, a flirty tone in her voice. “You don’t always have to be a gentleman. You can always start this evening.” 

He chuckled, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up towards his. “I’ll start this evening then, Miss Sutton.”

He brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, one hand on her cheek, the other on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Her hands rested on his chest, melting against him. Tommy inhaled her perfume, bringing his hand down from her face to crush her body further against him. Wanting, needing her closer. 

She sighed into the kiss, not wanting it to end. His lips were soft and he smelled of tobacco and whiskey and ink and cologne and never in her life had she smelled something so intoxicating as Thomas Shelby. 

He pulled away reluctantly, every ounce of discipline in his mind and body being put to test. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasped, forehead resting against hers. 

She was breathless, heart skipping a beat in her chest. “Thomas Shelby,” she giggled as he tried to reach for her lips again. 

“Yes?”

“I think we may have an audience,” she giggled, noticing several blurry figures outside of the window. 

He turned around and cursed under his breath. “Oui! Gimme a minute!” he shouted, and the figures scattered back to their respective desks and offices. “They’re so fucking nosey,” he mumbled. “Where was I?” 

She pulled his neck closer to her face, nails scratching at the short hair at the back of his head. “Somewhere around here,” she smiled at him. 

He picked her up and carried her to the chaise in the office, sitting her in his lap. “I don’t think I can ever let go of you,” he breathed, his hands running over the fabric of her skirt, dangerously close to her bum. 

“Then don’t,” she told him. And he crashed his lips to hers. 

The next evening, Tommy arrived at the Sutton family’s flat in London. He knocked on the door, heart in his hands. Mrs. Sutton opened the door, a pleased expression on her face. “Mr. Shelby, come in.” 

He walked in the front room where Mr. Sutton sat, a stern expression on his face. “Mr. Shelby,” he greeted coldly. 

“Evening, Mr. Sutton,” he drawled, taking a seat on the chair opposite Mr. Sutton. “I have come to ask your permission to court your daughter.”

The older man snarled. “I guessed as much. You’ve got all these ideas in her head about romance running rampant in her mind. I believe in love, Mr. Shelby, I just don’t believe a man like you is capable of it.” 

Tommy nodded. “I won’t disappoint you, or your daughter, Mr. Sutton.” 

Mrs. Sutton joined the two of them with cups of tea. “I don’t really see what someone like you wants with someone like her. Honestly, Mr. Shelby, you have plenty of women at your disposal.”

“None of them are her,” Tommy said simply, jaw clenched. “I assure you, all the days of her life, she will be safe with me.” 

The older man scoffed. “You talk as though you wish to marry her,” Tommy’s eyes grew serious. “You can’t be serious. Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy took a deep breath out. “Yes. She is young and she is beautiful and she is elegant and intelligent and innocent and everything I am not, but I have not gone a day, a moment without thinking of her since I met her. I am not an honest man, but my intentions with her are honest. I do not wish to sully her reputation or lay with her and kick her to the side. If she will have me, it would be an honor to walk beside her.” 

Mrs. Sutton was frozen, a hand to her chest, tears in her eyes. Mr. Sutton rolled his eyes. “Aah, hell,” he sighed, reaching a hand out. “You have my blessing, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy all but ran to Bee’s flat, a few blocks from her parents after his conversation with them was finished. “Darling!” he shouted from the street. She heard him through the open window and waved at him to come up. Betty was at the book shop tonight, so the flat was empty besides her. 

She flung the door open and he pulled her into his chest, hands on her hips before spinning her into the air. “Thomas!” she giggled as he held her, arms encircling her thighs. She looked down at him, holding his head in her hands. “Thomas, did he say yes?” 

“Reluctantly,” Tommy told her breathlessly. She removed his hat from his head, tossing it to the entryway table.  

“Thank you for asking like a gentleman,” she told him, running a hand through his hair. “We’ll make an honorable gangster out of you yet,” she giggled as he set her down gently. 

“I’m afraid I’m the one who’s going to take everything that’s honorable about you and throw it out the window,” he nearly growled, a hand gripping her hip. 

“Go ahead,” she challenged, boldly pressing her lips to his with a smile. 

He was done for. Done for and he knew it. But he was happy. Fuck. He was happy.