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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes! Honestly I could cry and I am btw

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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The Rabbit and The Wolf

Are You Happy Now?

You thought you got your happily ever after?

MDNI. MATURE CONTENT.

Ch 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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yes i am aware that i Perfume: The Story of a Murder my way through the Chunnin exams but like its fine <3

You remembered the smile that you had on your face as you walked back through the gates of the Hidden Leaf, something to you was funny recalling the feeling of the laughter in your chest. The kids get sent off to go home, having been part of a completed mission that they didn’t know was taking place. You and Kakashi giggling back and forth like teenagers as you go to report to the Hokage. The Third Hokages face was plastered in your mind as he interrupted you from giving your mission report, pausing in confusion at the interruption. His words starting with “your sister” and everything else sounding like static in your ears. Your sister. Your sister was dead. The only family you had left was dead. But she was doing so well before she died, the words fell from your lips with an unamused chuckle as you looked over her cold body. She couldn’t be dead; she was making a turn around. She couldn’t be dead.

The next thing you remember is sitting beside her husband, people walking up to the two of you to give their condolences. It was only the two of you, her husband, and her sister. Your eyes dead as you sat there, people saying how much they loved and appreciated your sister. The things she put in motion even while she was hospital ridden had people coming up to give their condolences. She was truly a saint until her last day. Her funeral passing through your eyes just like the time before you got there.

Now you were in your house, there was a knock on your door that you heard but couldn’t move to answer. A voice outside calling for you, the voice sounded concerned, worried even about your health and safety. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t answer the door for the concerned voice. You hadn’t even cried yet. The tears for your sister hadn’t even graced your water line. It was just emptiness at this point. She was the only family you had left and now she was gone. She was gone and you weren’t even there for her final moments. You can remember her husband talking to you, hugging you through the whole ordeal, visiting you even afterwards. The words that he said to you going through one ear and out the other. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to listen, but every sound was silent, it was as if you couldn’t hear anything but the voice in your head saying how she was gone.

You didn’t even know how long it had been. Your hands were placed in front of you, covered in blood. As you look around, you see the bodies, looking down to see yourself in your Anbu uniform. You were on a mission; you were killing but you don’t even remember. You don’t know how you got there; your brain has been on auto pilot for so long. Then it goes out again, the next thing to bring you back was Sasuke standing in front of you, he looked sad, he looked like his brother.

“I’m leaving to get stronger” his words hitting your ears as you just stare at him. You were sitting on your couch; he was in your house. There was no recollection of how he got in there or even how the conversation started but he was telling you that he was leaving. Your brain puts together the pieces, processing all the events that lead to the moment that he was in front of you. The empty shell that you had been, finally responded to something for once was an automatic response.

“Please don’t leave” your voice says in such a small whisper that you thought he didn’t hear you. But he paused at your front door, turning back to you realizing this is one of your few and far between conscious moments.

“I’m sorry.” was the last thing Sasuke said before he left your house.

In all that time, Kakashi was checking on you, of course but you just weren’t there. You were a husk of yourself, and it was as if you weren’t even a real person anymore. The Hokage still sent you on mission even with the concern that Kakashi had about your mental state. Your body moving on autopilot completely missions like the skilled ninja you were. Even as Kakashi worried about you, your only responses were how you were fine. There was nothing wrong with you. You were handling your sister’s passing just fine. There wasn’t anything wrong with how many missions you were taking. There wasn’t an issue with how you were pushing yourself. Your lack of concern for Sasuke didn’t really bother anyone that you knew about. Everything was regular in your mind. There was nothing to worry about. You were fine. You were fine. Yet, Kakashi’s concern for you grew and grew. It was worse than when the situation between the two of you happened. It was even worse than what your father did when your mother died. He could see that you weren’t really eating, he could tell that you weren’t sleeping. All you knew was to complete missions and then get the next one. The issue with Orochimaru and the Akatsuki coming to the forefront taking you away for spy detail that kept your mind off of anything else.

It wasn’t until you came back from a mission, in your mind thinking that everything was good and fine, that you collapsed at the gate. Your body having been through so much with no rest, no nourishment. It was driving on just your willpower and it finally gave out. Two and a half years, you kept going like that for two and a half years and finally your body just gave out. Of course, the intel you received on your mission was imperative, so your hospital room was monitored at all times. You were the Hidden Leaf’s finest, a machine that didn’t need anything but a new mission. Everyone knew that the Third was taking advantage of your grief, but you didn’t allow anyone to stop you. Every intervention brushed off without a second thought. Again, claiming that you were fine with the weight of losing your sister and Sasuke leaving in the back of your mind. You had pushed and pushed and pushed through until your body and mind couldn’t take anymore and you just collapsed.

As you sit in your hospital room, ninja placed outside your door to keep you in, the intel you had already discussed to another Anbu to relay to the Hokage your mind starts to wander on being there. The hospital reminded you of your sister, but you weren’t trying to think of that. The only thing you wanted was to get out of there, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to leave until they cleared you, they would track you down before they let you on another mission without clearance. Your back was turned to the door as you stared out the small window that didn’t hold much of a view. You had decided to just take a nap until you heard a voice.

“You know, you’re more dramatic than your father. But at the very least you’re still here so maybe you can pay me the money he owed me.”

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Sunday Dinner

Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

You were preparing for your regular Sunday dinner when you get a few unexpected guests at your doorstep.

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Music flowed through your apartment as you busied yourself with making your Sunday dinner. A simple menu, pot roast, smashed potatoes, broccolini, and homemade gravy to go on top of everything. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to make a dessert, and you knew Wade was bound to complain about it, rolling your eyes preemptively at the future tantrum. Right as you were finishing up on the gravy, leaving it to simmer there was a knock at your door.

You excitedly went to open the door, you actually loved Sunday dinners, with a smile on your face you opened your door to see Al, Peter, Wade, …... and Logan.

“You don’t mind that I invited my lil honey badger. Ya know he's basically part of the family now anyway.”  Wade grins making his way into your apartment.

“I brought pie,” Peter says excitedly handing it to you as he also makes his way inside.

“that’s actually great because I didn’t have any time to make dessert.” You place the pie on the counter, waiting for the inevitable tantrum from Wade. It didn’t take more than a second for him to start his spiel about \how you must not love him anymore since you had forgotten about his favorite part Sunday dinner. “Oh, shut the hell up,” You comment as you begin to put everything in the serving dishes., “I got caught up at the studio, there's a gallery showing coming up soon and I was asked to submit some pieces. You can go one Sunday without a homemade dessert.”

Even with your very valid excuse, Wade acts as if you’ve shot him multiple times.

“Your dumb ass lucky she still invites you over. Don’t worry about that jackass. But if you ever need some inspiration, you know where to find me. “Al tells you, knowing that she’s definitely talking about doing drugs. You giggle softly and thank her.

“Gallery?” Logan surprisingly asks and you’re taken aback, almost forgetting that he was here.

“Ah yes, our lil matter-of-fact is a painter. She gotta pay the bills somehow, even though I've been told her that with a body like that she can get a lot more money elsewhere” Wade interjects before you get to respond, throwing his arm over your shoulder which you push off with a scowl. 

“And I’m a freelance artist, I have some of my paintings around the house.” You say trying to sound confident in your creations, you don’t know why he's making you feel shy, you had so much pride in your art. There was a piece of you in every painting you did, a page from the story of your life.  Logan didn’t move from his seat, but his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the paintings that graced your walls, some of your more happy-inspired pieces. But there was one that particularly caught his eye, a painting truly straight from your own heart. His gaze was locked on that one for longer than you would have liked, he almost looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Luckily for you, there was another knock on your door.

“Anyways that’s probably Cat, she said she was going to try to make it, she had deadlines for her column that she needed to finish.” You wipe your hands on the frilly apron that you’re wearing, Logan smirks at your appearance, that apron didn’t match you at all, but it was cute.

As you open the door with a bright smile on your face to greet your friend, you are face to face with not your friend at all. It was the face of your ex-boyfriend, the one who cheated on you and whom you haven’t contacted since you found out.

“I knew you would be home. I need to talk to you.” Caleb looks at you, then past you to the guests in your apartment then back to look at you.

“The offer to cut his dick off still stands,” Wade says from his position at the dinner table, making you sigh, pushing Caleb out of your doorway and shutting the door behind you.

“What are you doing here Caleb?” You question as your brow furrows, hands balled to your sides.

“We need to talk, and you won’t answer my calls or texts.” He huffs as if he should be the one who’s annoyed by this circumstance.

“There’s nothing to talk about. We are over, that’s it” You fold your arms over your chest in an attempt to protect yourself somehow.

“Oh, you can’t be serious,” He rubs his face in frustration, “You know how difficult it is being with you, and it just took a toll on me for a minute and I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” You ask, attempting to keep your voice level, not trying to garner any of the attention from your guests inside, “You slept with Liz, how the hell is that a mistake???”

“You don’t understand.”

“There is nothing to understand, you need to leave.”

He groans again at your difficulty to speak to him about this, “Just hear me out for fucking once, I was under a lot of stress and then having to deal with your stuff on top of that. It’s a lot, you’re a lot. I just needed a little stress relief; you have to be able to understand that.” So this was your fault? You were the reason he cheated on you because you were so difficult to be with, but then why was he here? For your forgiveness? To get back with you? Fuck, you didn’t even care because it felt like you were about to break. You didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him.

“Leave, Caleb.”

“Ugh you’re not listening to me; this is one of the problems right here.”

Before you can tell him to go again, you feel the warmth of a chest on your back and a hand making you take a step back into your apartment.

“I think you’re not listening to her bub; she told you to leave” Logan basically growls at your ex. A little shaky you look up at Logan, his jaw is set tight, and he looks right pissed, your gaze then falls back onto Caleb who takes a scared step back.

Caleb looks between the two of you, and scoffs laughing bitterly, “Looks like you moved on quickly” he turns his attention to Logan, “Don’t waste your time with her, she’s dangerous and damaged goods, no fixing that one.” His last comment before Logan slams the door in his face, going back to his spot at the table.

It takes a moment to process all that just happened, but you shake yourself out of it quickly, “Anyways, let's go ahead and eat I put too much work into this to get cold.” You put on your fakest smile as you sit down and start serving yourself. It’s clear someone wants to say something.

“So that offer about his dick.”

“Shut it Wade” Logan growls as he follows your lead, reading the room surprisingly well, “You got anything good to drink?”

“Uhm yeah,” you say as you get up, wiping your hands on your apron again before taking it off, this made Logan notice the tattoo you had on the back of your shoulder. The X-Men symbol, so you really did use to be one, interesting. You smiled as you pulled out a bottle from your alcohol fridge, you preferred your drinks chilled.

“Okay so this is a rum, but it was aged in a whiskey barrel, I think you’ll really like it.” You say as you pour him a glass, he raises an eyebrow at you.

“We will see,” Logan responded, and you just sat back with a confident smirk as he took a sip. He hums after the first taste, “Not bad” he raises the glasses towards you.

“Told you, “You smile for real this time and dinner commences.

Eventually, everyone leaves and now it’s just you and your thoughts. You sigh as you clean up your place, wash and put away dishes and Caleb’s words stay on your mind. The way he blamed you for his actions and there was a part of you that actually thought the same. After finishing cleaning, you grab your emergency pack of smoke and make your way outside. You didn’t smoke often, you tried not to at the very least, even if you were a mutant that had some regenerative powers, they weren’t perfect, and smoking was still terrible for you.

As you light your cigarette, stepping outside your apartment building you spot Logan, leaning on the rail smoking a cigar.

His eyes catch yours, as you take your first drag, “You smoke?”

“Occasionally, what are you doing out here?” You ask as you stand across from him.

“Too much Wade.” Which makes you snort before taking another drag, “And you?”

“Too much thinking,” you say casually, he just hums in understanding. The two of you stand in silence, a sense of ease coming over you as you finish up your cigarette. You take your last inhale, throwing the butt to the ground and stepping on it before going to head back inside. Before you can open the door, Logan grabs your attention.

“He’s wrong you know,” Logan states nonchalantly.

“What?”

“He’s wrong about you, you don’t seem like damaged goods. I would know. Everyone has their demons.”

You don’t know whether it was the cigarette or his words making you feel lightheaded, but your face softens, and you give him a small smile, “no, he is right but that’s okay, good night, Logan”

As you go to walk inside Logan grabs your arm to stop you, he drops it almost in an instant as he feels a strange scar on your wrist. Your gaze tells him you don’t want him to ask but the feeling of the scar has a question on the tip of his tongue. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t ask, and leaving him behind with questions.

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CheckMate

The Pawn

Yukuza Sukuna x f!reader

What is going on between you and Ryomen Sukuna The King of Curses.

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Since the chess match where you finally told Ryomen your name, it had become usual to play chess with him almost every day. You may have missed his presence on the days you didn’t see him, but you would never admit that even to yourself. The man even started walking you to the café or the library after your matches most of the time joining you for a while. And you talked and talked on and on to him about everything and anything, which was so uncharacteristically like you, more of the silent type. He was just so easy to talk to, words flowing out naturally as if the two of you had been acquainted for much longer. You had never been open to other someone before, like this besides your cousin, the family not allowing for many connections outside of themselves. But this was your little secret; unbeknownst to you, you were also his.

The more time the King of Curses spent with you, the more he realized you truly didn’t have any useful information on the Zennins but for some reason, he could not stop himself from seeing you. If anything, he thought you hated them even more than himself. The way you spoke of them as if the name itself were poison on your tongue, especially when speaking of your cousin who was fulfilling the duties of exactly what a Zennin wife should be doing. Your concern for her was the whole reason that you were in his city, the reason you were always at the Zennin estate. The passion in your voice and your conviction to keep her sane and happy was admirable to him. But at the end of the day, you were just a woman associated by proxy with the wrong people to be around. Your value to his goals of information dwindling more and more every day and yet he couldn’t stop seeing you.

This fact was brought to his full attention as he was preparing for a business trip that was going to take him away for a while. It was an important trip to obtain more legitimate businesses. He needed more revenue above ground, to keep the underground under ground. As he was preparing all the final paperwork to bring with him and any other necessities, he was visited by his most trusted right hand, Urame.

“Sir, before your departure there is something I would like to discuss.” they said, standing in the doorway of his office hands politely crossed in front of them. It wasn’t unusual for them to come speak with him if he was about to depart from the estate for an extended period of time.  Ryomen doesn’t even lift his head to acknowledge them.

“Speak”

“Well sir, it’s about the woman” They start and that immediately pulls his attention to the door. They didn’t have to say who the woman was because it could be no one other than you. “The Zennins have been more active than ever, and I am unsure if she does obtain any information on them. And I do not doubt your judgment or your choices I would never even think of that but it is a concern of mine”

“She should be none of your concern” he starts with a scowl on his face, “There may not be any information that we can get from her but her relationship with them could be useful to us. She is just a pawn to infiltrate their compound. We have no other ins with the Zennins.”

Urame took a small inhale unsure if they believed truly what the head was saying but by the tone in his voice it was best to have those thoughts kept inside. Ryomen’s temper was fickle on the best of days, they have seen him do worse things to people for less.

“Of course, sir, I should have known that there were still plans in motion. My apologies.” A low bow of apology followed the statement.

Ryomen scoffs as he finishes collecting the needed paperwork, “As the head, my decisions should never be questioned. I have built this organization up past what my father and his before him had ever accomplished. I am the reason this place stands today. I built this whole estate. Me and me alone”

It was true, they were one of the oldest still-functioning families, but they were small. The underground dealings they had were local. When Ryomen became head of the family with the death of his grandfather, that’s when they started to expand, he’s the one who put so many people in the positions that they are now. He did what the men before him couldn’t do and he did it in blood. And out of that blood grew an organization that was feared and revered. Even a whisper of the family name would send deeper shivers down the spines of most people. All thanks to Ryomen Sukuna himself.

“Of course, sir, again I apologize.”

“If that’s all you had to say, then you may leave to get my car ready. We have more important things to worry about.” His words made Urame back out of the room with their head still bowed.

Ryomen scoffed at the retreat, how dare anyone even think that they should be conceded for him about you. You were just a means to an end; a pawn being put in a position to secure his territory lines. Nothing more than that, you were nothing more than that. That’s what he kept telling himself, even as the phone in his pocket vibrated, in the back of his mind hoping that it was you. It was you wishing him a safe travel on his trip. No, the King of Curses surely didn’t pause your message. You were just a pawn to him; he had no feelings outside of that. He was not a man capable of those kinds of feelings anyway, but that didn’t stop his response telling you that of course he would be safe and how he planned to beat you in a match when he returns. And of course, the smirk that graced his lips when you replied “you wish” with a heart after it was just because it was obvious his plan was working, and you were becoming fonder of him. It was nothing more than that, nothing more than that.

The soft smile that graced your face as you walked alongside your cousin made her steps falter. She had never seen you look so happy before; she doesn’t think she’s ever seen you smile that wasn’t forced.

“Oh, the apocalypse must be happening” your cousins voice pulls you out of your phone.

“What?” You ask your face returning to its natural resting position.

“You’re smiling at your phone, genuinely smiling. An apocalypse must be coming. There can’t be any other answer.”

“Rae, I was not smiling. And you’re being dramatic. I do smile” you scoff putting your phone up.

“Well of course you smile but you don’t ever genuinely smile like you’re happy about something” she comments nudging you, trying to coax you into spilling the gossip.

“I’ve just been playing chess with someone new,” you say dismissively, not wanting to divulge into something that this wasn’t.

“So not an old man?” Rae raises a suggestive brow at you.

“Well, no. He is not.”

“Ah, you have always been the rebellious one. Now dating a man not picked by the family. How scandalous” She giggles as she takes in your irritated expression.

“We are not dating; we just play chess together” you defend giving her a playful shove

“Just chess huh? Then why does he have your phone number?? Hmmm?? I’m sure those uncles at the park don’t have your number.”

“The uncles don’t even know how to work their phones” you reply with a roll of your eyes ignoring her question. The slight blush she can see creeping up onto your face stops her from teasing you further. She doesn’t point out how you didn’t answer the question of why he has your phone number.

But you do remember the day you gave it to him. He had joined you during one of your study sessions at the café after you demolished him, in a few matches of course. By this time, you had told him that you were getting your PHD in English literature and were working on your dissertation. That day he had asked if he could join you since he had some legal work for one of his businesses to go through. He told small things about the work that he does, you didn’t know exactly what they were, but you could tell it was difficult to deal with, he always had a stressed expression on his face. With his appearance, you wouldn’t have thought he was a businessman but the way he spoke about it you could tell he was responsible for a lot of the decisions, and he took it seriously.

As the two of you sat in the café, you kept stealing glances at him as his gaze is focused on the documents in front of him. He looked more stressed than usual, there was a set to his jaw and a furrow in his brow. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

“Is it complicated paperwork?” You ask taking a sip from your coffee mug, his head slowly rises to meet your gaze, and he looks at you confused. “The legal documents, you look stressed.”

He scoffs as he throws the papers down, “The bastards are trying to get over on me on the sale of this business. They think I’m stupid”

“Hmmn” you consider your next question before asking, “Is it a Japanese business”

“Yeah,” a scowl appeared on his face at the thought of the slimy businessmen behind this deal. He truly does hate the fact that he must maintain some legitimate businesses. It’s always been much easier to take things by force, in blood.

“Have you ever thought about working with foreigners? They’re usually so eager to open businesses here, some even desperate for the market which usually makes their selling prices low.”

A look of surprise that you didn’t expect to see cross his face for just a moment before his brows furrowed again in thought. He never even considered working with foreigners. As he thinks over your words, you’re scribbling down your phone number without a second thought.

“I’m fluent in four different languages, mandarin, German, English, and French. If you ever need a translator.” You suggest as you slide over the paper with your number on it. Your parents always had you be the translator for them with their foreign contacts. It was a skill that your mother deemed necessary, something to make you more useful, more valuable. Your mother knew how easy it was for women to be disposed of in the family.

Ryomen was taken aback by your offer, he had never had anyone besides Urame willingly volunteer to aid him. Everything he had was taken by violence or bribery but here you were offering your services for seemingly nothing in return. He picked up your number from the table, contemplating before pocketing it.

“I’ll consider it.” He states plainly with an almost irritated tone to his voice. “I have to go.”

You tilt your head in the abrupt shift in mood from him, that look making him clench his teeth as he picks up his stuff. His movements rushed as he left without even saying a proper goodbye. The interaction was truly strange to you, but you tried not to dwell on it. That night Ryomen requested Urame to find an interpreter immediately. You don’t see him for a week after that, nor did you text you. And then when he saw you again, already surrounded by the chess-playing uncles he acted as if that weird moment between the two of you never happened. He even texted you that same night, stating he’s been looking into foreign businesses to buy. A sense of pride that you’ve never really felt when it came over you. Your mother always said you had the brains for business but with the family that you were in it was unlikely that you would be able to use it. And yet, you did.

You were still lost in thought on the exchange between you and Ryomen then you didn’t even notice your cousin had stopped walking beside you. Rae clears her throat from a distance to catch your attention.

“Huh?” You spin around realizing that you just left her behind. She giggles as she skips up to come back next to you, looping your arms.

“So we are going to go to my room and you’re going to tell me all about it.” She states before she starts dragging you behind it, ignoring your pleas to just drop it.

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Sleeping Beauty

Aizawa x Reader

hi, i think this is gender neutral? but also i'm in a sensei frenzy so uhm yeah teachers hot on the brain butg also look at me writing an actual drabble.

Aizawa wasn’t happy being dragged to UA halls so late at night because Mic forgot something in his office, but his friend wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked him to accompany him there. A grown man who doesn’t want to go anywhere without his ‘best friend’, how irritating when he was already so exhausted and just wanted to relax in his bed. Aizawa wasn’t paying attention to what Mic was saying as they walked the empty halls until the two came across the faint light left on in the teacher's lounge.

The last person he saw in the teacher's lounge before the end of the day was you. You had claimed you were just going to finish up on getting the student evaluations together and then you would head back home, you promised you weren’t going to stay late, but you had a habit of overworking yourself. He told you explicitly that it wasn’t important for them to be completed that day, but you were stubborn, and when put to a task you were going to complete it.

An exasperated sigh left his lips knowing that you were, probably, in the lounge hopefully at least asleep on the couch in there but most likely not. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he’s caught you sleeping at work, and probably won’t be the last. Present Mic's voice cuts into Aizawa’s thoughts of the possibility of you in the lounge as the louder man questions the light both are seeing.

“Stop yelling” Aizawa cuts off Mic's questions as the two of them walk towards the lounge. As the two approached the room, Aizawa’s suspicions were confirmed as he heard your familiar soft snores coming from inside. Immediately at seeing your sleeping form, Present Mic starts gushing about how cute you are asleep as Aizawa tries to hush him to not disturb you. Although Mic was right, you were adorable when you slept. Your expression is so soft, so relaxed, not your usual frantic busy self.

Mic’s voice cuts Aizawa out of his thoughts again as he asks if they should wake you up so that you can get better rest at home. Aizawa shakes his head, knowing that if they woke you up you would just continue working at home sleep evading you once again, work being your priority over your health. He could admit that you did look uncomfortable while you slept, a pencil still in your hand, your glasses crooked as your face was smushed onto the table you were sitting at, he couldn’t just leave you like that. Aizawa moves without thinking, fetching a sleeping bag he keeps in there for his afternoon naps and laying it on the couch behind you. He delicately takes the pencil out of your hand and the glasses off your face, placing them down next to the copious amounts of paperwork that surround you. Present Mic watches in uncharacteristic silence as his friend gently picks you up, attempting not to wake you from your slumber, and placing you on the couch zipping out the sleeping bag for your comfort. Mic had never seen his friend be so caring to someone else like this, a knowing grin spread across his face as he continued to watch Aizawa get your papers in order. The care that Aizawa was taking with your things, trying not to smudge your glasses or mess up your paper system you had going on made Mic's smile grow even more. Aizawa liked you and liked you a lot, it was obvious, at least to Mic it was. After setting your stuff in order, Aizawa writes a note on one of his sticky notes, placing it on top of your papers.

“What,” Aizawa asks, with the usual bored expression on his face as he finishes with your things, looking at Mic's obnoxious grin. Mic just shook his head, knowing that if he spoke up, he would be too loud and wake you up and that wouldn’t fare well with Aizawa. As the two men leave the lounge, Aizawa takes one last look at you smiling faintly seeing you zipped up in HIS sleeping bag, turning the light off to allow you to get at least a few more hours of sleep.

You woke up in a confused haze. The last thing you remembered was working on the 1-A evaluations, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and finish the final paperwork. But now, you were in the dark and you couldn’t see, if you weren’t so comfortable you probably would have panicked. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that you are still in the teachers’ lounge and the reason you can’t see is that you don’t have your glasses on. All right well, at least you know where you are but then you’re taken aback again as you try to sit up and you realize you’re confined by something. A familiar scent hits your nose as you attempt to free yourself from whatever is confiding in you. Aizawa. It smelled of Aizawa, like coffee and bourbon, and the sweet smell of his vanilla conditioner. Your hand grazes a ripper, ah, you were in a sleeping bag. Aizawa’s sleeping bag. Your face flushes as you look around to see if he is still in there with you, but you are alone. Inhaling deeply as you fight the urge to snuggle deeper into the protective cocoon that you’ve been placed in, almost forgetting the work you had to finish. Eventually, freeing yourself from the sleeping bag, you easily find your glasses on the table with the rest of your things placed, sorted, and finished??? You were sure you weren’t done with everything before you accidentally passed out. As you look over the evaluations, you see a cat-themed sticky note that reads;

stop falling asleep at work, you’re welcome.

You smiled gently to yourself, knowing the culprit behind all of this. You start collecting your things as you try to force back the girlish giggles, he was so cute when he wanted to be. He had tucked you into his sleeping bag and finished the evaluations for you. The two of you had only been growing closer, but you were hoping that one day it could be something more than the simple companionship that the two of you shared.

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One Piece Masterlist

Trafalgar Law:

Be Nicer To Me

[otakubimbo]

Be Nicer to Me

a lil drabble inspired by this post

Content: SFW, a lil suggestive but that's about it.

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No one knew how you kept getting away with it. Law must have hated it. Must have. Every time you gave Law a report or any paperwork, you sat right on the edge of his desk. It didn’t even matter if you were coming to tell him something, you would sit right on his desk legs crossed over one another as you spoke.

At first, Law hated this, and he didn’t know why. He assumed that it was because you were taking up his desk space and it was rude to bother him while he was working. But eventually, he realized it was because you were a distraction. Each time you hopped onto his desk; you distracted him. It wasn’t that you were annoying in the way you distracted him. You distracted him in the way your lips moved as you spoke. He was enchanted by your voice, even if you were just rambling about something he couldn’t NOT listen to what you had to say. Except for right now.

Right now, as you were speaking the only thing Law was focusing on was your lips. His mind going places that it shouldn’t with the thoughts he was having about where your lips could be, where they should be. It wasn’t until he realized that you were calling his name that he snapped out of his fantasies.

“Captain Law, are you even listening to me?!” Your face holding that adorable pout that makes him want to chuckle. You were so cute to him but no, he wasn’t going to tell you that so instead he put a small scowl on his face.

“No, because I’m trying to work here.” He says as his gaze goes back to the papers and books in front of him. With a huff, you hop off his desk.

“It wouldn’t kill you to be nicer to me, Captain” Your little tantrum as you leave his office. If only you knew how nice he really wanted to be to you.

[otakubimbo]

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Loga Howlett:

Drinks And Nightmares

Sunday Dinner

[otakubimbo]

This is still going on because the writers room went on strike(depression)

200 Followers Event

edit: i lied this is still going because i went on that lil (very long) hiatus

For the next week I will be taking requests for these prompts.

Rules: Send a number and the ship and I'll get to typing

Fandoms I write for - MHA, Inuyasha, JJK, One Piece, ATSV, Naruto, Bungo Stray Dogs, Bleach, Love and Deep Space

Things I will not write: Incest, Stepcest, Noncon (dub con isn't off limits)

[otakubimbo]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[otakubimbo]

THEE OTAKUBIMBO MASTERLIST

Hi, the names otakubimbo OB for short, I’m just a 29 year old teenage girl who easily falls in love with 2D characters and must write out every scenario my brain things of. Below is my masterlist. Fandoms are separated w/ to access individual lists. Currently have a prompt list open.

JuJutsu Kaisen

Bungo Stray Dogs

Across The Spider Verse

Bleach

MHA

Naruto

[otakubimbo]

I see your doing a prompt listttttt

can we get a (maybe fluffy, idk) smutty fic

with prompt 70.

a aizawa x reader fic

❤️❤️

lol hi, i know it's been ages but thank you for the ask! I hope you like it. The writers in my head have went on strike T-T

Jealousy, Jealousy

aizawa x f! reader

Aizawa never thought of himself as a jealous man, well that was until it came to you it seems.

Content: plot w/porn, fingering, unprotected sex, misunderstandings, aizawa bad at communication and feelings, drinking, voyeurism, Aizawa being jealous, big simping, avoiding feelings, pinning

for my 200 followers prompt list, i'm still taking them since i went on a lil hiatus, my bad, also if you like it please leave a comment it fuels me

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“I don’t want you…. I need you”

The only thing Aizawa could focus on was the sound of your laughter. He was supposed to be focusing on whatever Principal Nezu was saying during this teacher's meeting. You’re giggling at something Sniper had said to you. You were trying to keep your voice down, but you couldn’t help yourself whatever Sniper had said had you in a fit of giggles, and that had Aizawas blood getting warm.

He didn’t think of himself as a jealous man, if anything his demeanor could be described as nonchalant, and yet, here he was, irritated at hearing your laugh with another man and not being the cause of that laughter. His tired eyes stared at the two of you from across the room as present Mic tried to get his attention.

“Earth to Shota!” Mic says almost screaming into his ear, “Stare any harder and your quirk will activate on its own”

“What?” an annoyed scowl crossed Aizawa’s face as he turned towards his friend.

“You’re glaring at her.” Mic points at the quietest frequency he can muster, not quiet at all. A few heads shoot over to the noise, but most ignore as it’s a usual occurrence from Mic. Aizawa huffs with a groan proceeding, turning away from your direction, unable to get the look on your face and the sound of your giggles out of his head.

The rest of the meeting goes through one ear and out the other, the only focus that Aizawa could keep was on your face. You started paying attention to the meeting, done with whatever you and sniper were speaking about. Once the meeting concluded, most of the teachers decided to go out for drinks and dinner. Aizawa wasn’t even considering going until he heard you speak up.

“Oh my gosh, yes. I need a drink after this long week” The excitement in your voice making his head turn and your eyes met his almost immediately as if you were looking for him, “you’re coming right?”

Aizawa tries his hardest not to give that you were making butterflies bloom in his stomach and just gives a curt nod. The feeling in his chest was blooming as the group walked towards the nearest restaurant, that was until he saw the way you looped your arm around Snipers and you were giggling again at whatever he was saying to you. Another scowl was making an appearance of Aizawas face as he watched the scene before him, Mic caught what was going on, throwing a supportive arm over Aizawas shoulder and he didn’t shrug it off surprisingly.

“Just talk to her, man” Mic does his best to whisper towards his friend. Aizawa just stays silent as they continue to walk forward, not even sparing his friend a sideways glance.

You hadn’t been at UA long but from the first interaction with Aizawa, he knew there was something different about you. The way you softly smiled at him as you introduced yourself had his words caught in his throat. It was the first time in a long time that the man actually felt self conscious about his appearance, thinking how disheveled he must look to you. But you didn’t seem to cast any judgment on him, it wasn’t like he was known for his style anyways. Your graze was soft yet curious as if you were picking him apart to see inside of him, it wasn’t judgmental it was calculated curiosity. Ever since then sometimes he would catch you just glancing at him as if you knew something he didn’t, and when he caught your eye, you would just smile that smile of yours and go back to whatever you were doing. You mesmerized him.

It didn’t help that you were absolutely gorgeous, his eyes always drawn to you, but you were also kind, kind in a way that seemed so effortless for you. It wasn’t even that you went out of your way to be kind, you just were. On the days that he was at his most exhausted, you always appeared out of no where with coffee for him. When the stress of his students was getting to him, you always had a funny story to tell him that got his mind from it even if it was for a moment. It was as if you always knew what he needed.

And here you were, sitting across from him giggling at something Sniper says as you take shots of sake together. Now Aizawa barely drank, but tonight as tight as his jaw was clenching, he was going to need to do anything to keep his cool. The alcohol taking his mind other places then you across the table. He was doing a decent job at keep the fire without him down, that was until your head landed on Sniper’s shoulder face flushed from the alcohol and the way you looked up at the other man set gasoline on that fire. How could you just do that so casually in front of him? Did you not feel the same way? Did you not feel his gaze always driving to you? Abruptly and uncharacteristically Aizawa quickly stood up and just walked outside, everyone looking at each other in the confusion at his quick departure.

Your brows furrowed in concern as you watched him leave, you could tell he was pissed but about what you had no clue but you were worried. Quickly, you excused yourself from the table following him. He was waking faster than you had ever seen him go, making you jog after him trying to call his name, but he was either ignoring you or couldn’t hear you. Eventually you caught up with him outside in the side alley of the restaurant, you could tell as you approached that he was fuming. But he looked like a frantic kitten, almost lost.

“Aizawa?” Your voice soft and careful as you approached him. “Are you okay?” Your question barely audible as you reach out to him. He turns to glare at you, gaze so sharp it makes you take a step back, but he says nothing. The alcohol making his eyes redder, deeper.

“What happened back there?”

The question hung in the air for a moment before Aizawa scoffed. There was no way you didn’t know what the problem was, but you didn’t know, your concerned look turned into one of confusion. Aizawa rakes his hands aggressively through his before his tired eyes fall back onto yours. He knew his behavior seemed strange, but he had no clue what to do at this point. He was a grown man for fucks state, the stoic, nonchalant pro hero Erasure Head, yet here he was acting like a jealous child over a woman who wasn’t even his. The drinks flowing through his system weren’t making his thoughts any more logical. As he looks at you, he lets out an exasperated sigh, he couldn’t imagine how stupid he probably looked.

“You can just tell me what’s bothering you, you know I won’t judge. You know that.”  You say while taking a cautious step forward, he looked like a frightening kitten.

Aizawa let out another sigh. There you and your kind heart go again, making him docile, making him fall for you. He couldn’t take it anymore, the liquid courage giving him the push to finally do what’s been on his mind since the first moment he met you. Without speaking, he starts walking towards you getting closer and closer forcing you back until your back presses against the alley wall.

“Aizawa” you breath out his name as his arms cage you as you look at him wide eyed. He was close, so close.

“I don’t think I can take it anymore” his voice barely above a whisper, strained biting his lip as if to hold himself back. His eyes were closed as he was gripping the wall beside your head. You can smell the sake on his breath, as he leans closer into you hovering right over your mouth.

“Can’t take what?” Your voice coming out just as quietly.

 Aizawa opens his eyes looking straight into yours, they were as beautiful as ever, a bit glossy from the previous drinks and as always curious as always seemingly looking through him. He doesn’t blink as he looks into your eyes searching for something, waiting for you, waiting on you to push him away, waiting for you to tell him no. But then nothing came, you were just looking back at him with that face of yours and now he couldn’t stop himself. f Slowly, still giving you the chance to push him away, he leans his face closer to yours capturing your lips with his own. Your body not even giving your mind time to process what’s happening as you automatically lean into him kissing him back. The kiss is slow, steady, strong but filled with so much passion, just like Aizawa.

You’re the first one to take it up a notch, grabbing onto his shirt to pull him closer, opening your mouth for him to explore. At this, he stopped holding himself back letting his built-up frustration get the best of him as he kisses you more sloppily grabbing the back of your head with one hand and your ass with the other.  You gasp at the action surprised at the sudden change from him, giving Aizawa the opportunity to bite on your lower lip which illicit a sharp hiss from you. Your hands move to wrap around his neck as he resumes kissing you fiercely. It was aggressive, it was sloppy, it was everything that he dreamed about, his lips molding into yours, the feeling of your tongue wrestling with his.

As everything started to get more passionate the hand, he was using to hold your hair goes down to your ass to lift you up for him, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he presses you into the wall. His lips trailing from your mouth to your chin and then down to your neck biting and sucking as you try to keep down your moans as whines from his ministrations on your neck as he hips grind into yours. There’s a hitch in your breath as he bites down hard, grinding even harder into you making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck Shota” you moan as you can feel one of his hands make its way towards your soaked panties. Oh, the sound of his given name on your lips. He wanted to hear it more.

“You’re already so wet for me” he says against your lips, a cocky smirk gracing his face as he makes his way to the other side of your neck. As his digits move your panties to the side, sliding up and down your slit just grazing your yearning clit while you thank whatever divine being told you to wear a skirt today. You moan his name again as you feel his thumb rub long circles around your clit, pressing your hips more into his hand as you grab his hair causing him to bite down on your neck with a soft groan.

“Shota please” you beg, needing more from him. His mouth finds yours again as he inserts two fingers inside you, giving you what you asked for. He curled his fingers inside you as his thumb rubbed tighter circles on your clit. At this point you were dripping down his hand, your feet digging into his back as he swallowed your moans.  He could feel you getting tighter around his fingers, his mouth left yours and went to your ear.

“Yes, just like that. You want to cum for me? Are you gonna cum for me?”  He speaks straight into your ear, his ministrations getting more aggressive as you nod senselessly feeling your peak quickly nearing.

“Yes Shota I’m gonna cum for you, I’m gonna cum for you” you pant as you lose yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you.

A grown escapes his mouth at the sound of your voice, “fuck I love the way you say my name.” He nibbles at your ear, “go ahead and cum for me”

And you do, you cum hard, gushing all over his hand eyes closed, head thrown back as your chest quickly rises and falls. To Aizawa, he doesn’t think he’s seen anything sexier.  As you’re coming down for your peak, Aizawas lips find yours again, kissing you slow and longingly his fingers sliding gently out of you to grip back on your ass, pressing himself into you. He can feel all your residual wetness seeping into his pants. Fuck he wanted you so badly.

You pull back from him, your eyes slowly opening as you look at him with heavy breaths. The look he was giving you was dangerous; he was no longer a kitten but a tiger that was starved. It overwhelmed you as you turn your head and gaze away from him which reminded you that he just finger fucked you in an alley way. Your hands go to push on his chest as his mouth latches on your neck again.

“Wait Aizawa, wait” you say pushing with the little strength you have after your orgasm, your breath coming out heavy and strained. He doesn’t pull away, but his lips still against your neck. “We can’t do this here, we’re gonna get caught, someone’s gonna see or hear us”

He chuckles smugly into your neck at your words, still not moving away placing gentle kisses up and down it as your breath hitched, “you weren’t saying that when I was knuckles deep into you, and..” he starts as he nips at your neck “what happened to calling me Shota? My name sounds so much prettier coming out of your mouth.”  Aizawa didn’t know if he was drunk off the sake he drank previously or if it was just you.

You take in his words as he grinds, his hard dick into your already sensitive core while his hands roam over your body.  A small whimper coming out of your mouth as he licks a long stripe against your neck.

“Plus I don’t care, I want you right here and right now.” He huffs as he presses his body into yours, taking one of his hands to turn your face back to him. The way you looked right now, flushed, breathing heavily, pupils blown out from him, for him. It ignited something even more depraved in him as he shakes his head aggressively, “No no no, I don’t want… I need you.”

The look in his eyes tells you he means every word, he needs you right there, right now, no matter who could walk past and something about that makes you even wetter. Another chuckle leaves his lips as he can feel you wetting him even more. Oh, you were a nasty little thing, you were going to drive him crazy.

“And you need me to, you need me to fuck you here in this back alley.” A cocky grin plastered on his face as he frees himself from his pants, taking his tip to rub on your clit. You breathe out shakily nodding your head as you try to push him in. He places himself right at your entrance, not yet pushing himself in as he feels you trying to sink down on him.

“Tell me you need me to” he says as he smears more of your juices on his dick. A moan escapes your mouth as your overstimulated core is stroked.

“Shota please”

“No, I want to hear you say it. Say you need me” he pulls back from you slightly, tip again right at your entrance, he can feel your cunt trying to suck him in. His mouth going back to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Say it”

“I need you; Shota I need you right here and right now in this back alley” you whine and beg, causing him to smirk feeling the way his lips turn up on your ear.

“Good girl” Aizawa whispers before pushing himself in, slowly, agonizingly slowly. The stretch of him burned, making your nails dig into his back.

“Fuck” you both say in unison as he bottoms out, you’re already clenching around him. Tight, you were oh so tight. Your pussy clenching so tightly around him that for a moment he didn’t even think he could breathe. Oh and it felt so good, too good, you really were going to make him crazy.

“Relax, I got you” his voice strained holding himself back from cumming just from entering you. Your body relaxes at his command, grip less tight on him. Such a good girl you were, such a good girl for him. With the slight relief he starts moving into you, feeling the way your pussy tries to pull him back in every time he drags himself back. It was an intoxicating feeling, his eyes shut as he slowly moves in and out of you, quietly moan your name. Each drag on his hip making you feel more and more crazed as your pleasure climbs towards it peak again.  Your high feeling just out of reach with how slowly he was moving in and out of you. You needed to feel more of him, needed him harder, needed him faster.

“Please fuck me Shota,” you whine as you try to take him deeper into you, almost hitting the spot that would drive you wild “fuck me harder, fuck me faster”

He chuckled into your arm, stilling his movements gaining another whine out of you in frustration, “For someone who claimed they were so worried about getting caught, your actions surely prove different.”

You attempt to roll your hips into him, but he just presses his hips harder into you forcing your back against the wall, unable to move. “Please” you breath out, clenching and unclenching around his length.  “I told you I didn’t care; I told you I needed you. Please. I need you to fuck me Shota, please fuck me Shota”

Oh, how he loved hearing you beg. It made him even harder inside of you, groaning into your neck as he calms himself down from cuming just from your words alone. Your nails did into his back, and you breathe out another please, another beg. At that, something snaps in him he grabs the bottom of your thighs, pulling them up so that your legs are now on his shoulder pulling you off of the wall. You gasp at the sudden movement, the feat of strength should have been expected from him but it didn’t stop it from being any less hot involuntarily clenching around him, wetting him even more. His strong hands find a tight grip onto your waist lifting you up and slamming you back down on his did, his hips moving in tandem with his upper body movements to fuck into you deeper, harder, faster.

It was exactly what you wanted but all to much at the same time. He was moving you as you weighed nothing to him, while all you could do is moan out his name as he fucks you like a feral beast, the grip you had on his shoulders almost painful to him making him go even harder. The sound of your pussy was almost as loud as your moans.

“You have to be quiet, baby or we really are gonna get caught.” He says not stopping his assault that was causing your volume. Your pussy had a mind of its own, clenching  harder around him at the thought of someone seeing the way he was treating your body. Aizawa didn’t think he could be any more turned on but you keep doing it to him. He slams your back into the wall, using his hand as a cushion behind your head as he pulls it towards him in a searing kiss. As he pulls away he smirks at you, his hips not stopping their movements, “ Oh you want to get caught don’t you? You want everyone to see how much nasty you are, how you’re letting me fuck you like a slut in this dirty alley way?”

You shake your head, but your body betrays you as you clench again on his dick, getting closer and closer to your peak. Your juices were spilling out around his dick, soaking his pants. “But baby I can feel it, you’re drenched. I never thought you would be so nasty, someone who looked so innocent, someone so beautiful would have such a filthy pussy. Now be a good girl for me and have this filthy pussy cum on my dick.”

As filthy as your pussy was for him, his mouth was even dirtier for you. He started pounding you into in exactly the right spot, eliciting a loud moan from you, making your eyes roll back his mouth finding your neck and biting down to silence you. 

“You’re taking my dick so well. Fuck, I’m so deep in you. You feel me right? You feel how deep I am in you?” He asks and you just nod your head no words being able to form in your mouth. One of his hands went down to rub your clit, feeling you clench harder at his movements wetting the two of you more and more that it was dripping on the ground. Before you could tip over the edge, he pulls his hand back slowing  his movements down again. You try not to whine so loudly but you couldn’t help it, the burn and strain in your legs returning as you no longer feel the euphoria that he was giving you. A pout forms on your face as you watch Aizawa raising his hand covered in you as he slowly grinds his hips into you, straining your legs further.

“Let’s see how you taste.” He says before licking one of his fingers, closing his eyes as if he was savoring the flavor of you. “Delicious” was the last thing he says before he shoves his slick covered fingers into your mouth down your throat making you gag. You start sucking on his fingers the best that you could while he resumes the harsh pace that he was at.  You looked so sexy to him sucking and choking on his fingers, he could only imagine how you would look with his dick in your mouth but now is not the time for that, not here.

But it did drive him crazier, fucking his fingers into your mouth as his other hand presses onto your stomach as his thumb rubs fiercely on your click. It was all too much for you, as if you could feel him everywhere all at once, so overpowering that you didn’t even have time to register that you were cumming and hard, the grip of your cunt on his dick was so tight that he could barely move. His movements didn’t stop and now you were squirting on him, soaking his shirt and pants. The scene before Aizawa was so vulgar, so sexy, you just came on his dick in a dingy alley and squirted all over him. He couldn’t stop himself anymore from cuming in you, his seed hitting your cervix which made you clench around him again, even harder. He kept cumming and cumming , he didn’t even know he had that much in him to give. Your greedy pussy sucking everything out of him, he had even forgotten to breathe. He slowly puts your legs down back around his waist, panting as small spurts of cum still shoot into you. Your foreheads are pressed together as you both catch your breath.

You’re the first one to say something, “well that was….”

“Yeah” he finishes your sentence opening his eyes to look at you, “are you okay?”

And then there you go with that smile again, “never been better” you breathe out with a small giggle. “But I do think we should probably get ourselves together.”

He nods as he slowly pulls out of you, both of yall hissing from the movement, extremely overstimulated leaving a connected trail of both of your juices as he leaves you. You start straightening out your shirt and your skirt, thinking back to how you got yourself in this situation in the first place. Not knowing how the two of you even ended in this predicament, you couldn’t blame it on alcohol. Neither of you even drank that much, but it was still making you overthink. What did any of this mean?

You look over at Aizawa while he fixes his pants, clearing your throat nervously as you fiddled with your skirt, “so would you like to talk about what just happened?”  Your question making him halt his moments. He sighs as he fixes himself, running his fingers through his hair seeming just as nervous as you were as if he wasn’t just fucking the soul out of you. Everything is quiet for a moment and you think maybe you really fucked up, that none of it meant anything to him, and you were just a quick relief to some stress he was under.

“I didn’t like seeing you with Sniper” he confesses after the long silence avoiding looking at you.

You blink several times, trying to process what he just said to you. There was no reason to be upset at seeing you with Sniper. “What?” you say louder than expected making his gaze turn to yours, his jaw clenched. Your face was crunched in a way that didn’t really give away what you were thinking.

“I was….” He exhales “jealous. Seeing you laugh and talk with Sniper. The two of you were so close during the whole meeting and then seeing you lean your head on his shoulder just set me off. I was jealous.”

“Are you serious right now?”  Your question matching the confused disbelieve that your face now showed. It didn’t make sense to you why he would be jealous of Sniper, it had you looking at him in a way that made him feel even more exposed than him voicing his feelings had him.

“Well seeing the woman, I like flirting back and forth with another doesn’t really bring me joy. The way you laughed and whispered to him as if it was just the two of you in the room ticked me off. And then you went and laid your head on his shoulder. That was it, that’s what made me storm off.” he huffed in annoyance so unlike him, getting more irritated as he sees a wide grin spread across your face before your burst out into laughter. You were laughing so hard; you had to grip your stomach and tears streaming down your face. Eventually you calm, wiping the tears from your eyes to see an extremely irritated Aizawa.  How could you just laugh in his face after he confessed his feelings for you? He never thought that you were that kind of person.

“This is funny to you?”

You let out a few more giggles, before you sigh happily looking up at him like you always do, “you’re really cute you know that”

He just scowls at you as you walk towards him, but he doesn’t back away allowing you to grab his face in both of your hands. He tries to turn his head, avoiding your gaze but you turn his face back to you, placing a gentle kiss of his lips. It takes everything in him not to kiss you back. He glares down at you when you pull away, more embarrassment in his look than anger.

“You know he’s my cousin, right?” You say with that stupidly beautiful smile on your face. It took a few moments for Aizawa to register what you said, his scowl deepening as his face reddened at the realization.

“Your cousin” he says with an air of relief and embarrassment

“Yes, my cousin” you giggle kissing him again.

“The two of you look nothing alike” he huffs out, thinking of how he could have possibly known that.

“True but that doesn’t make him any less of my cousin.” You release his face taking a step back to quickly scroll through your phone, showing Aizawa what looks like a large family picture and there was you and yup there was Sniper. “I could of sworn I told you before, he was the one who conceived me to move here and apply for UA.”  You say as you tap your finger on your chin, thinking back to when you first became his assistant.

Aizawa takes a deep breath, he feels like an idiot. He was jealous of your cousin. JEALOUS of your cousin. Fucked you for the first time in a back-alley (yes it was really hot, and he thoroughly enjoyed it but still that wasn’t how he envisioned his first time fucking you). His face reddens even more just thinking about it, his stoic expression trying to settle back into his face.

“And I like you too by the way” you say as you bat those pretty little eyes at him

“So let me take you out on proper date then” he tells you more than asks you, regaining his previous confidence.

“I’d love that”

Later that night after you’re home and cleaned up from your activities, while you lie in bed looking at the texts between you and Aizawa about the future date you’re going to have with him you get a text from none other than your cousin.

BadShot🔫: I know you fucked Erasure Head in that back alley

You stare at the message in horror, thoroughly embarrassed wondering how the hell he knew as you see the typing bubbles appear

BadShot🔫: the two of you weren’t very quiet.

You quickly respond back “blocked for harassment”

BadShot🔫: that’s fine I’m telling your mom

You never called someone so fast in your life.  He was definitely no longer your favorite cousin.

[otakubimbo]

This is currently me yall even though it’s been more than a few months. I’m sorry 😭😭

Me: *writes an amazing chapter*

Me: Ah yes. That is amazing. Can't wait to begin the next one. So many possibilities!

Me: *turns off my laptop and goes into a month-long depression*

[otakubimbo]

It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[otakubimbo]

200 Followers Event

For the next week I will be taking requests for these prompts.

Rules: Send a number and the ship and I'll get to typing

Fandoms I write for - MHA, Inuyasha, JJK, One Piece, ATSV, Naruto, Bungo Stray Dogs, Bleach, Love and Deep Space

Things I will not write: Incest, Stepcest, Noncon (dub con isn't off limits)

[otakubimbo]

200 FOLLOWERS?!??!

oh uhm hi, it seems during my accidental hiatus I got 200 followers. I have no clue what I shall do for this honor but i reckon I'll do a little prompt request, maybe??