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ddostoyevskyy Β· 7 hours ago
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How To Train Your Dragon
Zhongli
note: idk, this just came to me at 4am.
Zhongli in his prime were unstoppable and in order to calm his system down, he always find his way through your shared home, on your shared bed, finding you sleeping peacefully under his silk sheets β€” he just wanted to kiss you, except β€” the Geo Archon doesn’t know how to kiss. So, with the help of your pace, you teach the raging dragon in your arms to kiss you.
warnings: heavily suggestive but nothing to explicit, making-out, just teaching Morax how to kiss β€” on his almost Archon form 😢, blood mentions but nothing too murderous, Zhongli has fangs, biting/marking
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Part 2.
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It was the way how Zhongli’s heavy breathing cut through the silence of the dawning night where the moon is illuminating on his golden eyes β€” glowing and trembling as it gazes on a sleeping form on his bed under his silk sheets. The sight of you, his lover sleeping peacefully is only making him shakened up more as his sharpened claws reached for the blanket, tugging gently to test waters β€” and you softly stirs awake at the sound of something panting and growling on the foot of the bed.
Your blurry eyes had taken upon the sight of a raging dragon, golden eyes staring intently on your form and his usual dark hair is longer and disheveled; the sight of your lover’s true form is something you are not quite used to wake up to. You were quite taken back at his form, yet you gently sit up, still drowsy as you reached up to him β€” the smell of musk mix with mountains takes upon on his scent as he crawl towards your embrace, immediately burying his face on the crook of your neck.
β€œβ€˜Li?” You mutter his name and he lowly growl and you shuddered at the vibration that sends your body shocks.
You don’t know what’s gotten into him as he used his body weight to push you down on the bed, your back gently making contact with the soft sheets as he inhaled on your scent, muttering something incoherent before his large hand made contact on your thigh, the coldness of his hand made you gasp as you tried to push his face away from your neck to look at him, yet he stilled, pushing his face more deeper in your neck as his hand travels upward under your night gown, his claws slightly prodding on your skin and you sighed in sensation.
β€œWhat’s wrong?” You asked him, but he remained silent. His hand now lays on your waist as his other arm travels behind your back to the back of your neck to pull you close. You could feel his chest flushed on yours slowly calming down until his breathing became steady in rhythm β€” your breathing is now shallow when you feel his fingers caressing the skin on your waist and his cold lips touches the skin of your neck. It made you shivered.
β€œH-Hey now.” Your voice cracked and you heard him mumble your name lowly as he finally raise his head, his eyes still glowing as he stares intently, yet again, his honeyed eyes oozing with an intimidating gaze yet they stared lovingly in your face, scanning until it landed on your lips and you stared at him in bewilderedment.
This man, your lover, is not really good at kissing.
He mumbled something you didn’t quite captured with your ears as he leaned in, lips crashing on yours as he peck around your lips and you let out a breathy chuckle. His actions on your lips were contrast on how his hands work on your body β€” he’s squeezing, caressing and digging the skin of your waist as you relishes on the feeling of his cold hands. Yet, his lips are still moving uneven on you and you lowly laugh.
β€œWhat’s the matter?” He finally spoke up as you put an arm around your eyes, grinning. β€œDarling?”
β€œYou..... that’s not how to properly kiss someone,” You finally let out between laughter and his eyebrows furrowed as he remove your arm that blocked your eyes. He stared at you. β€œI don’t have any idea about kissing too. But, I have a knowledge enough to tell you, it wasn’t the way to kiss someone, My Lord.”
His lips purse at the endearment as you cupped his face between your hands, caressing his skin as you noticed the rough patch of a reptile skin besides his cheeks. This is not the first time you’ve seen him in his true form, but seeing his golden eyes glow as he stared at you gently.
β€œOpen your mouth.” You instructed as he stares at you like a lost child as he obliged, parting his lips before you pull him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips crashed to each other, catching his upper lips between yours β€” he take a sharp breath as he follow your lead, a slow set pace as your lips finally move in sync and you inhale when you felt his cold hands travel on your skin again.Β  He hummed in your mouth and you sighed when his teeth scrape on your bottom lip β€” you forgot how sharp his canines in his true form.
β€œZ-Zhongli β€” wait.” You mumbled on his lips as you put a finger on his chin to stop him and he grumble. You appreciate the passionate hunger written on his handsome face, honeyed eyes burning with passion and swollen lips parting in a panting mess. You can’t believe that this man is a God β€” only to crumble on your embrace and begging for your touch as he looked majestic with his seductive gaze he’s sending you.
He dives back on your lips, now caressing the skin behind your thighs and you sigh at the feeling of his cold hands contrasting on your warm skin. He’s holding you closely, chest pressed together as he sighs in your mouth β€” before you decided to use your tounge too. He unexpectedly let out a melodic sound of pleasure, feeling the warm muscle envelop the insides of his mouth as you felt his canines graze haphazardly on your tounge and the grip you had on his dark hair tightened at the electric sensation that runs in your body as he felt the goosebumps appear on your skin.
He follows your pace expertly, moving his tounge and intertwining it with yours as you let out a moan when he slowly and surely, started to learn how to properly make out with you without feeling any pain β€” his lips are now moving at a desperate pace while, you, on the other hand is now hardly keeping up with his pace β€” he learned pretty quickly β€” all in a while he’s been touching you until everything stopped.
You open your eyes in instant when you felt the warm of his mouth disappeared, but it was followed by your panting when he lowered his head to peck at your cheek, down to your lips, to the side of your jaw as his tounge travelled there down to your neck. You could feel his warm, heavy breath on your skin, the sudden nervousness that surrounds you were unavoidable as he licks a certain spot, before you could feel his sharp teeth prodding on your skin and you gasp.
β€œHah β€” Z-Zhongli, wait!” You told the dragon that was clinging into you and all while, he stopped at your command, yet you didn’t totally push him away.
β€œAh β€” I.....”
β€œI apologize, darling,” He sighed, burying his face on your neck. β€œI went overboard.”
You scrunched your nose β€” he’s too cute. How can you resist the handsome dragon laying in your arms?
β€œN-No. What’s the matter to you tonight? Did something happen?” You asked and he shook his head on your neck, feeling his head move side by side as he embrace you.
β€œNothing, darling. I’m just too embarrassed to ask you to teach me how to kiss.” You externally squeal at his confession, biting back a laugh that will surely embarrass the Geo Archon more.
β€œWell, I guess, I’ve trained my dragon well after all, right?” You replied and he hummed, the low sound vibrating on your chest and you sighed in contentment, caressing his dark hair before you halted when you felt his tounge on your skin again. You gulped, trying hard to think of a way to distract him when you felt his sharp teeth grazing on your skin.
β€œZ-Zhongli, baby.” You whispered enough to let him hear your hesitations and he assured you silently, intertwining your hands as he set yours besides your head, your other arm still circled around his neck and the back of his head. He started with a peck on your shoulder blades, before his lips wandered and stop just right on the crook of your neck as his breathing got intenser.
He lightly graze his tounge on a spot and you whimpered, eyes closing at the feeling until he started to suck on a certain spot that had your mind swirling with the heavy sensation β€” because it’s been a while to have him in your arms again. He didn’t know how to kiss, so he would always makes his lips contact with either a kiss on your knuckles or on top of your head β€” and as gentleman as he is, he never forgets to peck on your forehead.
But, tonight, he begs to differ as his hands roams in your body, his whole weight pressing on you adding a hazy feeling tingling on your body β€” because you can feel all of him; from his mouth, his broad shoulders, his chiseled chest, and the bulge that was forming on his pants β€” pressed just right on your torso as he sucks and licks on your neck.
He could smell your arousal, the sheen sweat forming on your body that added to the taste of your skin makes him go feral when he finally felt you relaxed β€” he sinks his teeth on your flesh just enough to break the skin and you gasped at the sensation; it was so unexpected that you don’t have time to complain when he’s all and lapping on the blood that was seeping on the mark he made that you were sure is hard to cover.
He raised his head to stare at you, admiring his work of art on your neck as his fingers graze on the spot and you whimpered when he lightly pressed his teeth mark. He seems satisfied, yet when his eyes landed on your swollen lips, he turned lost yet again.
It seems like you have to train your dragon into another level of pleasure again.
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 13 days ago
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this ain’t much but I’ve been rewatching Kaiju no. 8 and I can’t stop giggling everytime he shows up on the screen so I had to do this. warnings; typical canon-violence, suggestive content; making out 😢, fem!reader, reader is a captain of a division, reader is a close-combat fighter (not like captain Mina), childhood friends to lovers...?
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Maybe it was the forfeit feeling of being deprived away from the battlefield for so long β€” or the adrenaline rushing through your veins that you don’t know if you’re breathing properly or not. It’s the aftermath of the battle and using every willpower you have; your chest heave, hands loosening and gripping on the weapon you have β€” a last bullet and an emergency blades on either side of your hips.
You rummage through the lost cause of a city; every crevices and debris had been crushed into oblivion, the pavements were even too soft to step on as it crumble to every path you take β€” trying to find your comrades over the smoke. You pull your gas mask over your chin despite the smoke emitting from the air. It never subsides, nor the worry overcoming your senses when you realized you were alone getting kicked out too far from the explosions.
Your whole body hurts; it feels like the combat suit was making it more heavy and you feel more worn out than you already do β€” the weapon on your hands felt heavy yet the tireness on your body feels numb that you nibble your fingers to feel just a slight nerves in your body, bone cracking just slightly from the pressure. The shield from the suit has already been dissolved so you need to set your guard high for a possible attack that would send you to the edge.
You tap on your earpiece, trying to communicate despite the static sounds entering the channel. Frustrated as you are, you yanked the earpiece away from your ear as it hangs malfunctioning on your shoulder.
Just a little bit more, you whisper to yourself. Your vision starting to get blurry and the worry has already began eating you alive; how was your team? Did they survive? How long until you get to them? How about the Vice Captain?
Huh, where did that come from?
There’s no denying the fact that you’ve known the Vice Captain of the 3rd division since little. The both of you came from a clan of samurai users β€” where as your clan was mostly literate with men and unfavorable to women. You were always fascinated by the blades despite never really got to touch one as a child. Fortunate and unfortunate for you at the same time, Hoshina Soshiro were of the same page with a different reason; he always dream about eliminating Kaijus with blades and have hoped for the officials to accept his determination since he was little.
Despite the respect and admiration you hold for him as a child, you became aware of how your worlds are completely different; he’s a talented child with pure hardwork and hope and you were... Well, you were born female with a genes of your father and a face of your mother. And over time you watch him grow stronger and realise you’ve been falling behind β€” you grew to hate him.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the sudden clench of your heart remembering the innocent of your heart where you only have to actually admire Hoshina with sparks in your eyes and his habit of patting your head gently as his hands linger longer than it should be. You grew bitter from the sweetness of the moment that you forgot the lingering feelings of your childhood and how you truly view him not as your rival but as the boy you admired and bound to love.
You exhale as you pause. You never really cried that much anymore, do you? As far as you remember, you were such a crybaby back then; always clutching and needing an attention you never got from your family as you sneak out your way from your house to meet him near where the grassfield met the riverbank to watch as the sun set to go down. Hoshina usually tells you it’s not the end of the day yet and you grow accustomed to watching him under the glow of the moonlight where the dark shade of purple glow as his eyes.
You remember much, and you forgot the rest.
When you realized you were crying, you blame it to the wind as you continue to walk to the path of heavy smoke.
The snap of twig from somewhere snapped you out of your thoughts as you pull the gas mask on your face, fingers gripping the trigger of your rifle as you shoot to where you located the sound. There goes your last bullet as you retracted the spare blades on your hips. You’re good β€” you knew you were good with blades and you’re confident with your abilities. After all, your father was adamant to teach you to be good with your hands; his hardwork and efforts to teach you were not going to be wasted down the drain.
There’s a gush of wind that hits your face and you flinch your whole body away, twisting your fingers through your blades as you swing across with a single slash then double to your left hand. Your feet landed on the nearest lamppost that survived as you flip through the air, slashing the smoke again the reveal the intruder.
There’s a mop of purple peaking through the darkened smoke and your eyebrows shot open. There’s a quick static sounds you caught on your abandoned earpiece on your neck and your attention gave in away for a quick moment before your body were slammed on the ground.
The impact wasn’t that painful when hands shielded the back of your head and into your lower back but you can’t help to wince in pain when you finally can feel the throbbing sensation of your muscles because of tiredness. Your blades had flown somewhere near you can see and your eyes adjusted to the intruder in front of you.
β€œThe Captain has been located, Captain Ashiro.” Hoshina talked through the earpiece and your mouth agape. Did he find you all over this way? You were sure he was assigned across from where you were assigned β€” or did the team already located you out from your suit? You weren’t even sure anymore, your mind have its very last bit of braincells working when you realised your position and how he’s been gently prodding his fingers on your lower back like he’s soothing all the pain and you could only stare back at him with bleary eyes.
β€œHave you been crying? You were worried, aren’t ya’? Don’t worry, your team was safe to say with minor injuries.” He’s talking to you β€” right? You can’t even tell anymore, not when he’s looking at you with those eyes without his usual calm composure and closed eyes. The sudden hyper awareness and the closeness proximity had your heart beating after the thoughts you’ve collected earlier.
The adrenaline never worn off and as you can feel that you can finally move your hands, your fingers pressed on the sides of his face as you pull him down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss.
His hands remained frozen on your head and back until you could feel the hand on your lower back grasps on your thigh to hike it over his hips until he finally melts into the kiss; Hoshina figures maybe it’s the adrenaline or the emotions surging in you and to the expression of your face, given by how he saw your eyes wreck with remnants of tears, yet he let himself drown over the ghosts of your lips as you kiss him; your hands traveling on his neck to clasp your fingers through the back of his neck as you run your fingertips through his hair and he shivers.
He figures it’s the adrenaline, or maybe the emotions and memories bubbling back to his mind like bubbles in water where those memories had been drowning for years, drowning you and him together with unspoken feelings and that had been resolved with an apologetic kiss as you move your lips on his with such passion that he’s hoisting you to sit up without breaking the kiss.
His fingers tangled over your hair, messy beyond repair as he reckoned you so you’re hovering over him, pressing your chest closer to his.
There’s a screeching sound over your earpiece and you flinch away from his lips. When you broke the kiss, he looks like he’s gonna chase your lips again but the clear sound of voice from your earpiece made him pause.
β€œWe detected a serious heart increase rate due to undetected malfunctions from the suit. Captain (Last Name), do you copy? Are you alright? Did Vice Captain Hoshina already found you?”
Your face flushed with embarrassment as you stared at the man in front of you in disbelief, already regretting the impulsions of your actions as you were still pressed up to him. He looks like he doesn’t have an every bit of intention to let go, not when you look like you’re already thinking of escaping just like you did before.
β€œNo, not happening,” Hoshina’s voice drops when you loosened your grip and you suck in a breath. β€œYou’ve been doing this, running away after you’re caught in the net you trapped yourself.”
His head drops to your shoulder as he could feel you tensing then finally relaxing on his embrace. His arms collectively circling on your waist to pull you closer as you sighed. You were finally caught in act β€” and as embarrassed as you are, you blame it to the adrenaline.
No, you blame it to him. You blame it to Hoshina for letting you lay on a trap with you as the bait.
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Yes, I blame it to Hoshina.
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 7 months ago
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And I will wait for you.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov | Caravaggio, Bacchus/The Lute Player/Saint Jerome Writing/Young Sick Bacchus (details)
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 7 months ago
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rainy szn, gn!reader, reader has a cold body temperature, timeskip!Katsuki, nsfw.
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β€œYou okay?” You heard him whisper on the skin of your neck, nuzzling his nose through your jaw as he heaves a sigh deep from his chest β€” like he’s been holding his breath back. It’s been a few moments after he shifted you awake with feathered kisses while the warmth of his large hands roamed around your body. The sluggishness from being unconscious makes your eyes heavy-lidded. But that doesn’t stop you from staring at him on top of you as he indulged himself with your warmth, pushing his cock deep and basking into the heat of the moment, while the weather opposes.
You hear the pitter-patters from the outside as you realized; it’s raining. The warm feeling of being naked in the sheets makes you almost not realize the sudden weather change. And it doesn’t help the fact that despite the feeling of being full of Katsuki and the oh, so warm palms roaming through your chest, hips and the small of your back β€” your body temperature dropped cold.
And it doesn’t help the fact that everytime it rains, Katsuki’s heart aches and your body cannot physically stay warm throughout this weather.
Katsuki could hear his heart echoes through his ears, reminding him that he’s alive, yet at the same time, it stings, it aches, it hurts, like he’s being stabbed. He felt awful waking you up like this, although he can’t help but to stare at your form; all disheveled and panting while the sweat from his palms glistened through your body. He subconsciously licks his lips as you reach out for him, your palm aiming on his chest where an explosion-shaped scar located and his breath hitches, a shiver run on his spine when the cold travels through his skin.
His cock twitches inside you, a breathy moan escapes his lips and you watch with awe. The ache between your legs seems to respond, could feel your insides throbbing with sensation when he spread your thighs so he could lean down closer to you.
β€œMhm, fine. β€˜S fine, Katsuki...” You mumbled, tracing his jaw with your fingertips. Katsuki’s sensitive when it rains, and much more sensitive with the cold temperature of yours. It felt surreal the first actualization. It dawned you. And you were hesitant to touch him ever since. And he knew.
His hips moves, a bit sensual and forceful every push, hitting that spot sporadically as though he knew your body well like the back of his hand. His mouth were on yours, near your ear seconds later when he focuses on fucking you with precision. His arm hooked around your hips, the other holding yours close where the scar on his chest are. His pace were getting intense as he grits and hiss through his teeth.
β€œKats β€”!”
β€œFuck, damn fucking β€” baby, I can’t hear you over the rain. C'mon, you should be louder than that, yeah?”
A choked sob strangles over your throat, the tears in your eyes making your head dizzy with pleasure. He can’t stop, not when the sound of the rain were subsiding on his ears and he can only hear you β€” you, you and you. This is what he needs when it rains; your warmth, this kind of sex where he could only hear you and never minds the rain while your cold fingers graze over the scar on his chest, or the expanse of his shoulder blades, or down on his back as you pin your nails, breaking the skin and marking his neck with your mouth.
β€œYeah, yeah β€” just like that... Feels good? You with me?”
β€œYes β€” ! Ah! D-Does it still hurts? This makes it feel better?”
Katsuki’s hips didn’t falters, yet his flushed face softened more with the question. His heart rhythmically throttles over his chest. It still aches, but it is tender, your hands cold yet it feels just right and he wondered if he just loves you so much his heart aches. The volume of your voice increases when he lost control, fully pounding into you with vigor to chase that high he’d been wanting since the rain started a while ago. His grip tightens, lips scattering marks all over your neck and chest and when you come down, he followed soon enough, filling you full but never leaving you empty.
β€œIt does,” He answers, muffled as he buried his face in your neck. You were still panting, shredded with an intense afterglow and your attention drags through the window.
β€œIt already stopped raining, huh?” You mumbled, hands playing with his hair that tickles through your skin and he hummed.
β€œYou still feels cold.”
You blame the rain for that.
β€œAs long as it doesnβ€˜t hurt anymore, I’ll be alright, Katsuki.”
I love the rain. You wanted to say out loud, but you knew Katsuki will throw a fit if you do β€” because he hates it. He hates the rain as much as he loves the cold radiates through your body. He hates the rain because he can’t hear your voice within the patters of droplets of water through the roof as much as he loves making love with you when it rains.
You love the rain because as much as it hurts him, you can hear his thoughts echoes when the rain stopped and silence follows through.
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ππŽπ“π„... It's rainy szn here in my country and I badly want this, like rn:( gimme Katsuki, pls
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 8 months ago
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so sorry for not updating that much. college had finally caught up with me. I'm a pysch major and I've becoming more and more emotional with things. 😭
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The unnerving chaos of war ends with an excruciatingly loud silence, follows by your eyes tentatively looking away everytime you locked eyes with Katsuki; you could only see the visions of him bloody and lifeless, always turning blind eye everytime you see his shoulders rise as a sign that he’s breathing β€” he’s alive, staring at your expressions like you were crystal clear; where he could see the anxiety building up in your chest that always made your breath hitch when you stumble upon him.
After the war, you never intended to reach out to him again. The comfort of your dorm room, those four walls makes you temporary forget everything for a split moments. Although when you look at Katsuki’s eyes, the one that stares at you with the outmost gentleness and reassurance, those deep sliver that sheated in his eyes and how his pupil dilated β€” everything came crashing back on you.
If mouth couldn’t make the words, his eyes does. His hands does. He reached out, for you to only flinched back to his touch like the scorching sun. He hates that; you can see how his eyebrows furrowed and his chest heaves a silent heavy sigh, yet he wordlessly took your hand, forcing you to wrap your fingers around his wrist where his pulse lays; where you could feel his pulse pulsing in a beat as your heart radiates at the same intensity as he has.
β€œIt’s beating, see?” His voice were low, deep within his throat as though he could break and cry at the moment if he ever made his voice louder than it usually does. β€œI’m alive. Please, (Name).”
Katsuki’s not a man of his words. Yet he’s a man of his actions. Despite the unwanted feeling of his skin against you, afraid that it might feel cold and unresponding when you do β€” you finally let him share his victory of being given the second chance so he could live and let you soak through the warmth of his arms again.
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 8 months ago
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I never get tired of writing fics with celestial!reader. It's the whole point of my blog and blog themes. How I write romance is tragically bonded with emotional grief; it's either they won't be together at all or one is chasing the other; there’s no happy ending or there is, but they won’t be together at all.
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 8 months ago
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πŒπ‡π€ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒: THE BIG THREE!
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𝐈. BAKUGO KATSUKI!
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 π’π„π‘πˆπ„π’: Heart of Feathers: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈
sypnosis: offering half of your heart to him is equivalent to losing your wings.
BAKUGO feat... his gauntlets
BAKUGO feat... cuteness aggression
BAKUGO feat... timeskip βœ—
𝐈𝐈. MIDORIYA IZUKU!
BAKUGO feat... hormonal teenagers βœ—
BAKUGO feat... rainy szn βœ—
MIDORIYA feat... Vigilante!Izuku
MIDORIYA feat... blackwhip
MIDORIYA feat... hormonal teenagers
𝐈𝐈𝐈. TODOROKI SHOTO!
TODOROKI feat... something in common
TODOROKI feat... half 'n half βœ—
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 8 months ago
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Izuku has his cheeky way of pulling you back to his chest whenever you argue over something petty that has you turning around away from him. That cheeky way of his include his new profound manifestation of his quirk he called blackwhip.
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ππŽπ“π„... rewatching mha and onto that episode where Izuku finally manage to control blackwhip for the first time.
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ddostoyevskyy Β· 8 months ago
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 πŽπ… 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒!
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 π’π„π‘πˆπ„π’: part one, part two, part three
ππŽπ“π„... this is a bit longer than I expected, but, oh, well.
Perhaps, the world were never fair to him.
Katsuki never appreciated the moment his classmates saved him from being kidnapped by the villains. He never enjoy the noticeable cold hands you radiates when you try to reach for his warm hands. He never bothered to notice the warm feeling creeping on his chest whenever you smile as you met his eyes. He never give in the fact to say that your wings were never a hindrance as you enveloped it around to protect him. It was too much. Too fucking unfair that you were here, wrapped around him so close but he can’t reach to you β€” not because he wishes too.
You were the embodiment of love β€” the equivalent amount of sacrifice and justice; despite how much of betrayals and almost hopeless scenarios, you never turned him and everyone else’s down. You were always there β€” with your stupid smile and the biggest wings crafted in your back. The light it gaves should be enough for him to come crashing down on you; falling harder and harder until he’s sure that you can’t catch him anymore despite your unbelievable speed β€” and those stupid wings.
You were lost somewhere, now beating with in his heart β€” where you really belong, where he could keep you. But despite that, Katsuki hates it β€” he hates how you can’t give him your stupid smile and hesitant touches on his cheek right now where he needs it the most.
Right now, you were unconscious β€” uncertain at the possibility of waking up. The remnants of your quirk β€” the dark one, had remains flushed black on the skin of your arms in a stunning pattern of sorrow; it was tainted, obvious and definitely something you will hate once you wake up. He traces the scars with his padded fingertips, gently and almost ghostly. You had lost your wings, and your quirk were the only thing that’s keeping you alive, that’s what he was informed to. Your wings, you were thankful for them, he remembered; the beauty of your quirk were never appreciated despite the fact that it was blessed by the Heavens, the ugly side of your quirk were destructive and burning with Hell.
People gets scared. The society hates it. Yet your wings were the one who saved his life β€” together with the two pro hero who didn’t left his side. That of what the people get scared of, what the society hates because they can’t control you; a person driven to shower the world with all and fair. But for him, you were the one who saved his life β€” the one who he also kept in an arms length. Because he knew that if he captures you in his arms, he might as well be ripping your wings along your dreams apart. Just as your hesitation to reach for him as he aims the top.
Just as much as he can’t believe, Katsuki is tired of hearing it. Tired of hearing how the hurried footsteps outside his hospital room phases again and again while the blaring alarm flares continuously. He shuffles through his bed with his hands over his ears to muffle the sounds β€” yet as much as he fucking tries, he can’t conceal how his heart beats so loud on his ears.
The sickening mutters of the people outside, the muffled flatline of a monitor and the fact that he overhears someone earlier saying there’s a doomed Angel next door β€” and the flashbacks of Tenko’s words when he came back to front lines echoes like muttering horrors in his head.
It’s too much. It’s been weeks since he hadn’t even get up and take a courage to peek through the next door of his room where you were confined, where those people outside had been rushing through your room at any chance they got. And all in while, it fell silent again.
Just as you woke up is the same time he had the courage to step in your room, meeting his eyes that were tinge with red, you muttered under your breath; raspy and quiet, as you reach to touch his chest, where his heart is beating under your fingertips with a soft smile plastered on your lips, β€œI don’t recognize you by memory, but your heart feels like a part of me.”
Just as he regained his heart, you lost your memories. All is fair for you but even though Katsuki won the war, he lost his symbol of love.
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ππŽπ“π„... Was about to put β€œI am here.” as the reader’s line but I giggled when I realize 😭
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YOU ATE THAT PLOT !!!!
You ate with that angel offering heart to bakugo and omg imagine she like in a coma cuz how much it took of her and bakugou wakes up before her questioning how he’s alive and everyone is dodging the question till he finally learns the truth and when he learns how she sacrificed her quirk for him he starts crying
part one, part two
Nobody had told him yet, not even Aizawa (or Monoma) who had witnessed that moment. When he called for Bakugo’s protection, you were quick to aid, alongside with Best Jeanist who help you fix his heart. Not a single soul had told him yet β€” because they knew it will ruin him; just as how his outburst with All Might’s retirement.
He didn’t even know your real condition β€” your wings, nor how your heart’s only accompanied with your quirk now β€” (so, if ever Aizawa will erase your quirk, your heart will stop) nor the chances of waking up... or not. He was just told that you were fine and breathing, and that you always had been everytime you used much of your quirk. But that doesn’t leave his suspicion that there’s something wrong.
After all, he feels it in his heart where you were, beating and letting him live the second time around.
When he came back to war like nothing happened. When he felt the adrenaline and every veins in his arms felt like exploding, yet his heart remained tamed β€” unlike the first, he knew his quirk would affect his heart, he felt his suspicion building and thoughts about you wavered on his head.
It’s unfortunate that Tenko, of all people, had told him the truth of your sacrifice.
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ππŽπ“π„... I’m quite invested with this, omg. Thank you for sending me your thoughts! 🫢🏻
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fem!reader (body description), mild nsfw, kinda threesome-ish (?), fantasizing. I do not condone sex between minors so this wasn’t really detailed, it’s just them having impure thoughts because, well... they’re teenagers.
Being childhood friends with Katsuki and Izuku until their teenager years in UA where they noticed the sudden change of your body; your hips seems to get wider, your chest seems to becoming prominent under your shirt, and thighs becoming a bit fuller than before. You were always used to have them at close proximity, but at this time, it seems like both of them will never not be flustered everytime you greet them with a tight hug, or shifting your thighs around their lap as you watch movies and the way both of them always have the same flustered rejection when you ask for a sleepovers.
You were quite confused at first. But when you finally noticed the lingering stares that both of them offers, at the same time β€” you never looked the same at each other then and there.
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ππŽπ“π„... this is me with my childhood boy friend... now we’re not fwb, but friends with feelings, lol. (we never got to be in a relationship... we’re both busy with college life)
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βœ—... nsfw, read at your own risk. timeskip!Katsuki :)
You rarely or never even saw Katsuki being not hard every time you had sex β€” he’s always completely hard even when just from kissing you or eating you out, his cock were always leaking precum all over with his tip angry red.
But one time it was that time of the month where you feel nothing but to just jump on him and have him fuck you dumbly β€” you now have his cock in your hands, still soft and not aroused (not that he’s completely not flustered with you on your knees for him β€”), by the time you feel your mouth run dry at the rare sight, you watch his cock gets bigger and bigger until you can’t hold it with one hand.
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this is quite long... idk why (I love Izuku so much, despite writing about Bakugo multiple times in a row now and why does Izuku had lesser tags here in tumblr⁉️).
Meeting Vigilante!Izuku in the middle of his outburst when he’s been feared by people.
You met him down the street in a dark alleyway because you saw the green flashes of his quirk. You were aware of the news β€” you were actually hesitant to approach him, especially when he took notice of you noticing him. He gave you a glare, the forest green of his eyes looks tired β€” his body can already give up with fatigue anytime.
Yet he managed to withstand his trembling posture β€” managed to reach out for you as you swiftly took a step back and he stopped, realizing what his status with the public.
He doesn’t look like a hero now β€” but his eyes held such sincerity and tiredness that your heart can’t help but to melt in. You watched him quietly slid on the wall of the alley, his eyes still on you. You were taken by surprise when you realized that you might not be the one taming this boy β€” he was the one taming you instead; with his eyes, gentle blinking and quiet breathing.
You didn’t move a muscle yet, and he’s attentive with your every move and by the way your face contorted with hesitations and anxiety. After all, he is a murderer in the public’s knowledge. But you were his classmate β€” his friend, one of his companion.
Your hand gripped to the plastic bag you’re holding and he noticed β€” he was taken by surprise when you took a brave step towards him, slowly and surely as you approach him. When you were only a few steps away, you put the plastic bag in front of him containing a takeout food and drink β€” and his stomach grumbles when he took a whiff of the food’s scent immediately.
You left without a word and Izuku peek through the plastic bag where you left a note β€” and he was sure as hell you knew where exactly he was; there is no way he’s going to run away without you knowing his traces β€” after all, your senses were always heightened everytime you hear the sound of his heartbeat.
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I always imagined Bakugo as a lover who had a big cuteness aggression, and he shows it by biting you in random parts of your body that’s convenient for him to bite at.
You’re wearing that off-shoulder top with your hair up (or you’ve got shorter length of hair where it exposes your neck)? He’s biting that skin off. You’re eating with your mouth full and your cheeks were puffed out? He’s biting that cheek off and pinches the other side. You’re wearing a sleeveless shirt? He’s got his teeth gently scraping on the skin of your upper arm. Your hips and waist were also a victim of his ministrations. He always just had to mark you up.
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ππŽπ“π„... I could feel this through my bones. He does bark and also bite.
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Todoroki Shoto with a reader that had a condition similar to hypothermia β€” except you feel heat with winter and cold when summer.
His confusion and worry evokes when you shout β€œouch!” in the middle of him emitting his right side, and shivering when he offers his left side to warm you up in winter (you were, in fact, feeling warm on that temperature).
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ππŽπ“π„... Imagine that one scene where he uses both at the same time... how do you think would you react with the temperature?
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YOU ATE THAT PLOT !!!!
You ate with that angel offering heart to bakugo and omg imagine she like in a coma cuz how much it took of her and bakugou wakes up before her questioning how he’s alive and everyone is dodging the question till he finally learns the truth and when he learns how she sacrificed her quirk for him he starts crying
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 πŽπ… 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒!
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 π’π„π‘πˆπ„π’: part one, part two
Nobody had told him yet, not even Aizawa (or Monoma) who had witnessed that moment. When he called for Bakugo’s protection, you were quick to aid, alongside with Best Jeanist who help you fix his heart. Not a single soul had told him yet β€” because they knew it will ruin him; just as how his outburst with All Might’s retirement.
He didn’t even know your real condition β€” your wings, nor how your heart’s only accompanied with your quirk now β€” (so, if ever Aizawa will erase your quirk, your heart will stop) nor the chances of waking up... or not. He was just told that you were fine and breathing, and that you always had been everytime you used much of your quirk. But that doesn’t leave his suspicion that there’s something wrong.
After all, he feels it in his heart where you were, beating and letting him live the second time around.
When he came back to war like nothing happened. When he felt the adrenaline and every veins in his arms felt like exploding, yet his heart remained tamed β€” unlike the first, he knew his quirk would affect his heart, he felt his suspicion building and thoughts about you wavered on his head.
It’s unfortunate that Tenko, of all people, had told him the truth of your sacrifice.
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ππŽπ“π„... I’m quite invested with this, omg. Thank you for sending me your thoughts! 🫢🏻
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 πŽπ… 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒!
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 π’π„π‘πˆπ„π’: part one, part two
Imagine reader with a quirk that's similar to celestial beings/angels quirk that can restore things, have those Seraphim wings and the reader can be much faster if the wings are bigger enough that it would cover even the sun in a distance. At the same time, the reader also had its opposite; a quirk that can also destroy. And can also heal.
So, when Bakugo’s heart exploded, you stay by his side, tears filled eyes and ignoring the threat of the villain that killed him β€” you were dealing with that later. Your wings had cover the both of you for protection and your hands tremble as you reached tor him, especially where his heart is.
(Imagine a reader with that kind of quirk) β€” as you offer half of your heart for him with no hesitations. Kind of heroic, but for you, it’s just because you can’t afford losing him as soon as he just confessed to you.
And just like restoring and offering half of your heart to him, an Angel β€” you β€” had lost wings.
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ππŽπ“π„... Too lazy to make this as a series so, I just leave this right here. To be clear, the reader offer their heart to him and as a result, her wings (which was supposed to be the highlight of the reader’s quirk) disappeared as a backlash to the reader’s quirk. Y'know... just to add up to the angst:)
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