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[tartagilasgf]

will you forever protect me? even from the darkest entities?

xiao x female reader (she/her pronouns).

warnings: degradation and praise, vaginal fingering, intercourse, dominant xiao, fem reader, foul language, use of cunt and tits, orgasm denial, edging.

‼️FANART isn’t mine, full art credits to the @ in the beautiful artwork‼️

-also can you pretty please like and follow me, and give suggestions in the comments, please! I’ll do anything you suggest fluff, smut, angst is allowed (preferably fluff or smut however!)

-may be a few typos and grammar errors.

-background: xiao is your new bodyguard after you discovered your (now ex) boyfriend had been stalking you and selling pictures of you online. xiao stays at your house, helping to pay rent as he is overpaid by your parents and he’s kinda mean but he wants to protect you and keep you from harm :(

being the oblivious, rebellious girl you are, you’ve been attempting to sneak out, wanting to have a little bit of fun without your strong, looming (and kinda scary) bodyguard, xiao. you had looked towards the shut door before returning your gaze to the large window infront of you, trying to quietly open it, once open you hear familiar footsteps. you quickly turn around and see xiao leaning against the wall behind you, crossed arms and obviously annoyed. he opens his eyes, his cold, amber eyes piercing yours. shit, you’ve been caught.

“xiao, it’s not what it looks like! i.. i was just getting hot in here! i swear!” you defend yourself, wavering your hands infront of you.

he steps closer to you, “someone got a little to adventurous tonight, don’t you agree?” he interrogates you, not believing your obvious lie, before continuing. “It’s winter, it’s cold in here. Besides, i can clearly see your goosebumps. you’re not very discreet, y/n.” he beckons, grabbing your arm and sliding his gloved hand over your goosebumps.

i exhale, looking up at you. “..maybe im not discreet but can you blame me? you’re constantly with me everywhere i go. i don’t need a watchdog looking over my shoulder.” I argue. he steps closer, now directly infront of me.

“don’t you know the dangers of going outside alone, huh? you know damn well your shitty ex is still obsessed with you, don’t think i didn’t see the messages you so desperately tried to hide from me.” xiao waits for your response, knowing you can’t say anything back because he’s right, as always.

i roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated huff, “yeah, whatever. i don’t care.” i wave my hand back and forth, dismissing the topic and walking into the kitchen, clearly showing my exasperation due to your harsh questioning. he follows me into the kitchen, watching my every move. observing me. i pour myself a mug of hot chocolate, feeling your presence behind me, daggers stabbing into my back.

“do you enjoy making me disgruntled?” xiao asks in a cold tone. he steps closer to you from behind, putting his arms onto the counter behind you, which just so happens to be beside your sides, trapping you. *he whispers into my ear, “are you satisfied with exploiting me, because i have quite a strong feeling you secretly like making me frustrated. your perseverance comes through once again, huh?” he wants a answer. no — he demands an answer, yet he doesn’t have to say it because his cold, dominant tone does.

i quietly gasp from the warmth of his voice traveling onto my neck, knowing he’d find out my little secret eventually.. yet i still deny, knowing he currently has me right where he wants me. i stay silent, unsure whether to voice my defensive statements or if i should be truthful with him.

xiao’s brows continue to furrow when you refuse to answer him, one of his arms move to your waist, squeezing it. silently demanding for your answer. the pressure of his gloved hand on your waist makes you bend forward and let out a quiet however noticeable “..fuck.”

after regaining your composure back, you finally speak, giving him an unpleasant answer. “w-what makes you think that?” he chuckles softly, his aura becoming more felt.

“maybe it’s the fact you constantly blush and avoid me when I get ‘too close’ or the fact im occurring frequently in your dreams. i know you want me, ive known it since day 1. you think you’re so complex but you really aren’t that difficult to figure out, agreed?” xiao responds, his amber eyes darkening. his hand grips your waist tighter. “are you done playing games y/n?” he turns you around without warning and makes you face him, pressing his muscular body into yours. he notices your face getting redder each second that passes.

i begin to get flustered, my back hoisting in on itself, legs becoming relatively weak. “what do you want me to say xiao? you want me to tell you i think you’re hot because if you do then I’ll tell you right here and now. i think you’re attractive. are you satisfied or are you gonna keep running that bitch mouth of yours?” my eyes suddenly broaden, realizing what i just said to you. panic displays in my eyes “s-shit! sorry! i swear to god, i didn’t mean it xiao! I’m so—sorry!” but before you can react he lays you down on the counter, pinning your arms above you. he bites his lip, drawing blood.

“hm.. don’t you think it’s rather shameful to talk to an adeptus like that, not only am i your bodyguard but aren’t you forgetting the power i have over weak humans like you?” he says, resentment laced in his voice. your eyes widen more, not knowing xiao was an adeptus you suddenly freeze, connecting the dots. god, you knew he was strong but him being an adeptus never crossed a thought in your mind. you begin apologising profusely before he picks you up and bringing you to your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed infront of him.

“s-seriously xiao! ..i had no idea you were an adeptus, i p-promise!” you whine, dishing out as many apologies as you can possibly think of and babble out. he leans down and pins your wrists to either side of your head, dipping his head and kissing you harshly, making you squirm under him. you whimper into the kiss, feeling your face get hotter when he slips his tongue into your mouth. he puts his knees on both sides of you, deepening the kiss and pulling back when he senses you’re nearly out of breath. “..do you want this?” he asks in a serious tone. you breathe deeply, nodding your head repeatedly, at a loss for words as you overcome with several different emotions.

he nods, and gets off the bed, instead standing infront of it. he squints his eyes for a moment, examining your hot, flustered body. “strip, now.” he demands, his gaze never leaving you.

“o-okay..” you reply nervously, biting your lip in pure anticipation and you begin to take off your shirt, revealing your dark green and teal lingerie set, confirming his thoughts of how you’ve been planning this, waiting for it to finally happen. you slip your cheeky shorts off, waiting for him to say something.

he instead laughs darkly. “it’s such a cute set, i appreciate how you bought my favorite colors. however, would it still look cute shredded on the floor? what do you think y/n, hm?” he questions, a small smirk playing on his wet lips. you blush and nod hesitantly, unsure of which answer is wrong and which one is right. he unbuckles his pants and takes off his shirt, revealing his tattoos, on display for you and you only. leaving his black boxers on, he gets on the bed hovering above you.

he kisses your lips with haste before moving down to your jawline, taking his sweet time. “p-please stop teasing me, xiao.” he smiles, completely ignoring your desperate pleas and continues to mark you, creating reddish-purple marks along your pretty jawline and neck, making you whimper and pout. he moves to your collar bone, one hand holding your arms above you while the other one slips under your pretty bra, playing with your sensitive tit. he smirks, feeling you try to grind your hips in desperation. “such a desperate slut, is that really all you are?” not giving you the courtesy of calling you your name, he degrades you. making your panties pool with arousal. you nod, squeezing your legs together and moan as he plays with your tit, teasing you.

his hand moves to the clasp of the bra, tearing it apart with no difficulty and carelessly throwing it on the floor. you whine as that was an expensive set but hey, there will be others. “it’s okay, pretty. i can always buy you another one.” his mouth lowers onto your tit, alternating between sucking and biting it.

“..a-ah! xiao, fuck me already! ah.. i-im begging you.. please! p-..pretty please!!” you beg miserably, in hopes he’d grant you your greatest wish. he continues to suck until he had enough with teasing you and he gently rubs his fingers over your thinly clothed pussy. you buck your hips furiously, trying to obtain more friction. he scoffs, “stop fuckin’ moving whore. ill touch you when i feel like it, you understand?” he pushes your hips down with his own, slightly rubbing his erect dick against your aching, covered pussy.

you nod, despite your obvious objection to how he’s teasing you. after he had enough of teasing you, he pulls your panties to the side, running his finger from your sensitive bud down to your hymen, making you uncontrollably moan once.

he smirks, “does a little touch really make you jolt that much?” he laughs at you, humiliating you slightly. ”oh god.. you’re soaked. I’ve barely even touched you yet.” he snorts in pure disbelief, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud in circles. your hips pulsate up repeatedly, begging for more. “aah… p-please xiao, i..want y-you.. a-ah..” you beg in desperation once again. The corners of his lips curl up, forming a sinister smile. he takes off his black gloves and then quickly inserts a finger into your dripping pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out. you constantly moan and whine, arching your back for more. he starts going faster adding a third finger. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” a smile plays on his lips, his bright, white fangs showing when he degrades you. you nod your head repeatedly, feeling him curl his fingers, directly hitting your g-spot. “f-fuck! xiao, s-sir! i-im so.. ah.. close! ..shitshitshit!” you babble out, not caring about the embarrassment from your incoherent language. he, with haste pulls his fingers out as soon as you start clenching tightly around his digits, signaling you’re about to orgasm.

you whine, tears forming in your exhausted eyes. eager to cum you beg more, questioning him why he’s edging you and denying you of your wanted orgasm. “x-xiao, please! why won’t you l-let me cum! i-I’ve been good, right? right??” you chant repeatedly, hoping he’ll have a sliver of mercy. your puffy pussy unfortunately clenching around nothing. he laughs before flicking your clitoris twice. “do you remember when you asked me if I’m gonna keep running ‘that bitch mouth of mine’? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t however, considering the fact i already fucked you partially senseless with some foreplay and finger-fucking.” he replies, a cold yet somewhat pitiful tone in his voice.

you frown, “i said i was sorry xiao, i was just.. upset and frustrated and i didn’t like being—cornered, by you may i add..” you admit, honestly. A tinge of sadness in your voice makes xiao become more.. sympathetic and he takes his boxers off, showcasing his painfully erect dick. for a second you seriously wonder if it’s gonna hurt trying to get it into you. he strokes his dick a few times before smearing your precum and arousal onto his tip. “are you.. absolutely sure y/n?” he asks, genuinely wanting your truthful answer. you nod without question, without hesitation.

“ah..this might hurt a bit pretty, okay? but.. i know you can take it, correct?” he aligns his dick with your puffy, needy cunt, and slowly pushes his tip in, giving you some time to adjust to the inhumanely girth. you, cry in pain before your pussy is stretched open from his length.

“y-you can start moving, xiao..” you confirm, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. he nods and slowly pushes most of his length into you, his tip curving into your g-spot slightly, grazing it. you grind your hips up, asking for more. he sees what you’re telling him and he pushes himself in all the way, waiting a moment before thrusting, each thrust picking up his pace, eventually abusing your g-spot mercifully, without stopping.

“f-fuck xiao! s-shitshitshitshit! oh my g—oh my god! im— im c-cumming! ah!” you babble incoherently, mind going blank from your long-needed orgasm. xiao kisses you, effectively shutting you up, silencing you. he reached his own orgasm, pulling out and cumming on your pretty, sore, mark covered abdomen. he pants, taking a moment to come down from his high. he gently kisses your cheek and wiping you with a clean, grey cloth and rubbing the tears from pleasure off of your face.

“you did good, i didn’t know a mere mortal like you could last that long, huh.” he somehow compliments and degrades you in a single sentence, but who are you to complain…

After all, as your bodyguard he had sworn to always protect you, even from the darkest entities.

[tartagilasgf]

Rejecting their kisses prank

characters included- katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya

My hero academia.

warnings: none but slight angst to comfort in midoriyas if you squint a lil. (If you feel there needs to be a warning i should share with everyone reading this, please do tell me. Id really appreciate it, thank you !) <33

katsuki bakugo: it was a long, tough day for katsuki, and all he wanted to do was freshen up and steal a kiss from you to lighten up his day. Which always does, however…. you had different, and well �� the literal opposite objective in mind.

-katsuki unlocks the door, slipping off his shoes with a tired but now relaxed face at the sight of you. He drags his exhausted body to the back of you. “Kats?” You assume by the large hands resting on your waist. he gives a soft grunt in response. “m’ been missin you. All day sweetheart.” he whispers into your ear once lowering his head onto your shoulder, the not often lit used pet name making you so clearly flustered .“that’s awfully… sweet of you, are u sure you’re bakugo?” You giggle. he, (not that you can see) rolls his eyes and gives a huff that’s supposed to signify his annoyance at your little comment towards him. but nonetheless, he still spun you around to face him directly and reached in for a meant to be soft kiss, but his expression quickly changed to a confused, annoyed one when you quickly backed away from him. “maybe later?” you suggested, with a slight smile to make him think it’s genuine. And also to reflect back on his hilarious reaction. (Or at least what you want his reaction to be like). he, instead furrows his brows together in thought for a moment, still shocked by your act that shouldn’t hurt him that badly…. but it did. not only that, it pissed him off. “what the fuck is up with you? did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He badgered you with his painful to hear questions. Despite his reaction, you decided to keep on with your non-funny act and looked away from him slowly. “im just.. um.. tired. you know?” you answer quietly, purposefully fidgeting with your hands. he stands still before gripping onto your right hand, both of his big, scarred hands clearly shaking in your hold. “im.. fuck- sorry if i did something wrong… please ill fix it..” he swears, almost… promising with a obviously worried tone. His reaction was enough, and seeing him so clearly anxious, you reluctantly ended the harsh prank. “im just kidding Kats! You didn’t do anything wrong, promise.” you reach in for a kiss but instead of him just giving in, he backs away from you. “Maybe later?” He suggests. ….(Needless to say, it took a whole lot of sorrowful apologies and begging to make him finally forgive you).

Izuku midoriya: recently he has been having painful nightmares and thoughts about how he was treated back then when he was quirkless. Memories flashed through his head as tears started to flow in his pretty eyes. so he came back home, hoping you can make his day better like you always have. However, you couldn’t have chosen a worse day to prank him.

he shuffled around his pocket, looking for his keys with reddish-pink blotches on his face from crying not so long ago. shivering from the cold, he finally found his keys and opened the door to your lovely, shared home. he (unusually) walked past you and went straight to the bathroom to clear his thoughts. After some time, he came out unsuccessful and mumbling his incoherent thoughts. he took a seat next to you by the fireplace and leaned his head on your forearm, pressing his body weight against your figure. “hi izu.” you said after a short moment of complete silence, “mm… ive been having the worst day babes.” izuku replies with a slight frown plastered on his once happy face. you sigh, debating whether or not you should continue with the prank, considering he’s already had a rough day, but you decided to continue it, plus it’s been a while since you pranked him. “is there anything i can do to make your day better?” you question aloud. izuku nods his head subtly and raises his head to yours, cupping your cheek and turning his head to the side ever so slightly. “yeah.. yeah there is.” he reacts, drawing his soft lips to connect with yours. you jump a little and widen your eyes, “wait I hear my phone going off! hold on!” you say with panic in your voice. his expression saddens more “i don’t hear anything?” He states. “well i do so wait” you counter, a little harsher than intended. you get up and run to the other room, not aware of the fact you left your phone right where you were sitting. No call, izuku noted instantly. his mind floods with negative thoughts, is there something wrong with him? Are you scared of kissing him? are you perhaps falling out of love with him? he abruptly gets up and treads to the bathroom, locking the door behind him he sits on the bathroom floor, clutching his head, pulling his knees up to his now sweating, muscular chest. sobs fall out of his mouth, the exact mouth he now thinks there’s something wrong with. When you finally returned to the fireplace, trying to make a excuse you noticed the spot izuku was in was empty and your phone on the spot you were once sitting in, that you ran out of after izuku initiated his supposed to be kiss with you. your heart drops and you walk around the house calling his name. “Izu? Izuuuu! Babes, where the hell are you??” You yell out multiple times until you hear a click and a screech from a door opening. you see izuku, your now upset boyfriend with a red wet face, puffy eyes, and tear stains on his shirt, this happened because of you. You’re the main reason he’s so — conflicted. “why did you back away? Am i really that.. inferior and not good enough - for you?” He asks, looking directly at you. You take a few steps towards his body, “I’m sorry izuku. It was a extremely stupid prank, a really dumb one. Seriously. I should’ve known not to play this kind of prank on you, especially when you were already sad.” you finally answer to his concerned and far from true thoughts. you look up at him, holding your arms out, not expecting him to hug you back but still trying regardless. he hesitated before returning the hug, tightly squeezing onto you — as if he was afraid of loosing you. “..don’t think I’m forgiving you this easily, just so you know you’re really gonna have to beg for my forgiveness.” He says in a bitter tone, before adding on -“and mercy.”