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Kintsugi (Bakugo Katsuki)

A/N: I don't even care if anyone reads or likes this one. It's 100% self-indulgent. Though, I guess they all are. But this one let me get stuff off my chest that I've been bottling up.

All this to say... I've recently broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years.

The argument at the beginning is, more or less, how our last conversation went. I held back on some of the more cruel things he said to me. And the part after... that's me mending my broken heart the only way I know how to. With protective, cocky, Pro-Hero Bakugo.

You thought he was your forever... but who knew forever had an expiration date. But no worries... your shattered heart won't stay broken for long. And him, he plans to mend your shattered pieces with gold.

Warnings: Cursing from you-know-who. Suggestive talk.

Everything with him tonight felt forced. His smile wasn’t as bright, his attention a little spacey. When I gingerly walked him to his car, clutching my hurt side tightly in my hand, he spun to face me. The sheen in his eyes glossed them more than normal. My heart hammered in my chest. This look was very familiar to me. One I didn’t want to see ever again, one I was promised I’d never bear witness to again. A look I witnessed when we took our 3-month break after 3 years of being together.

With a wavering semblance of braveness, I stepped in front of him, my eyes immediately catching his as I spoke words I didn’t want to. 

“Just… just talk to me, please,” I muttered, trying to get him to open up to me, to relay an ounce of what he was feeling. “I can see the pain in your eyes when you look at me, please stop hiding whatever it is you’re afraid to tell me!”

“I’m… I’m moving back home in a few months!” He shouted, a single tear streaking down his handsome face.

He knew this new adventure was something I couldn’t follow him on. He knew I had things here that tied me down to my location, my home.

“I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything,” he gently smiled at me, “But I can’t stay here with you any longer. This place makes me feel like my life is stagnant, like I’m wasting my time. I need to get out of here.” 

“Oh.” I quietly said.

“We don’t have to split up right away. I’ll be here a few more months before I head back. We can spend our last months together, making memories.”

I nodded, a hollow feeling in my chest, and stepped back. For the first time in our 6-year relationship, I didn’t feel like seeing him or being in close proximity to him.

“Are you okay?”

 I didn’t know how to answer that loaded question. My recent surgery left me weak, mentally and physically. Then the person my life circled around, the person I sacrificed pieces of myself for to make sure stayed happy, felt as though his life was stagnant. I had felt like the world’s biggest failure. What good was I if I couldn’t even make my closest friend feel like life with me was something worth sticking around for? Adding an impending expiration date on what we shared didn’t seem like the healthy option but my nerves made me keep those thoughts to myself. Maybe, just maybe, the little time afforded was better than nothing.

Silent tears streaked down my face. I gently wiped them away and looked into his alluring eyes.

“I understand that you have to go. But remember that I’ll miss you more than you can imagine.”

And he tightly pulled me into his chest, holding me close.

I quietly whispered, “I wish you would stay with me, but I understand why you have to go.”

He scoffed and pushed away from me a bit, “That’s a really selfish thing to say!”

I blinked rapidly, my eyes making contact with his, trying to figure out if his loud tone was genuine or if he was joking.

“Sorry?” I said, or more like questioned, unsure how to handle the new situation. Apologies always fell so easily from my lips in an attempt to stop the ever-ticking time bomb from combusting.

“Are you really though?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he kept me at arm’s length.

“For telling you how I really feel? No. I guess I’m sorry that I shared my feelings with you though.” I snapped back.

He gently pushed me away from his hold, pushing himself a few steps away to create space between us again.

“My life is stagnant because you made it that way! You,” and he exhaled, running his hands through his shoulder-length hair, “you made my life stagnant. You’re this burden I didn’t ask for, this dead weight that I can’t bother to carry. I deserve to live my life without dealing with your problems. I have my own to take care of.”

I loudly swallowed, attempting to keep my tears at bay. I pushed as far away as I could, not wanting him to hear the moment my heart shattered beyond repair.

“I didn’t ask for your help…” and he quickly cut off my rant.

“You’ve done absolutely nothing with your life and I don’t want that to be me! If I stay with you, here, I’ll end up sad and pathetic like you. So I’m moving.” 

I nodded, putting my head down to not display the silent tears streaking down my face.  

He stepped close, heavily sighing, and raised my face to look into his stupid mesmerizing eyes.  

“Making you cry was the last thing I wanted to do.” 

I pulled my face out of his hands, keeping my eyes to the ground.

Knowing someone I cared deeply about felt this way about me broke me to my core. He knew I felt this way about myself. He knew hearing these things would undoubtedly hurt me beyond repair. He knew this was something I struggled with immensely. Feeling like I was a burden, like I wasn’t enough, like I was just wandering through life trying to find my purpose and coming up empty-handed every time. 

“We can stay together until I move, if you want. I don’t want us to end this way, on this horrible note.” 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, wondering why he thought that was something I’d even want to do. No matter how much I stupidly still loved and cared for him, being with someone when there was an expiration date didn’t feel all that healthy. Even more so when I knew I was nothing but a burden to him.  

“I’d really rather not. No sense in staying some place I'm not wanted.” I exhaled, trying to stay strong and stop the tears from flowing.  

“I thought you loved me?” he snarled, scoffing back at me.  

“Funny, I could say the same to you. But you don’t feel that way about someone you love. Someone you love is never a burden, never dead weight. They’re someone you encourage… not put down.” 

“Oh, now you’re just being a selfish asshole about it!” 

I scoffed again, realizing this idiot never loved me. Not in the way that I loved him. He couldn't possibly love me with the way he was dismissing my feelings so casually. The way he always did, now that I thought about it. It was clear that he only ever loved himself.  

I spun to go back inside my apartment but was quickly turned to face my new ex.  

“There’s no coming back from this. Walk away now and I’ll not look back, I’ll not love you ever again.” 

I roughly yanked my arm from his grasp, “Like you ever did.” 

And I slammed the door in his face.  

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, mindlessly trying to juggle everything in my hands while I made my way through the people to get to the cash register that sat on the other side of the store.

I could see my destination in sight. But before I could even make it that far someone bumped into me, sending all my held items tumbling to the floor.  

I pouted and kneeled, beginning to pick them up slowly, mentally trying to figure out how I would balance them again by myself.  

His voice cut through the air as he called my name. My heart clenched and I quickly looked up into his familiar mesmerizing eyes.  

“Wow, it’s good to see you! You look…. well... you look great!” he smiled down at me, not helping me pick my things off the ground, just watching as I struggled.  

I smiled and quietly thanked him, not wanting to be rude and have him cause a scene. I went back to my task, paying him no mind. After a few struggles, I stood, hands full once again, and saw that he was still standing in front of me. He looked down to my full arms and gave me this smug look.  

“Retail therapy? Still brokenhearted after all these months?” he smirked that deadly smirk that always made my heart race.  

It did absolutely nothing to me this time. 

I lightly laughed.  

“You think I’m still hung up on you?” 

And he leaned in close to me, making me try to take a step back, newly realizing I was already far too close to a clothing display to afford that luxury.  

“You’re not?” And he brushed his fingers across my new bangs, carding his hand through my hair as I tried to find a way to make space between us.  

“I’d sure as hell hope not. Not when she’s got someone like me to turn to!” I heard the gruff voice behind him.  

I exhaled, finally feeling more at ease.  

Katsuki pushed my ex out of my personal space and grabbed all the clothes I had in my hands, tsking and glaring at my ex for not even offering me any help. He winked my way and went to the cash register, everyone parting ways for the big Pro-Hero.  

My ex opened his mouth like he was going to say something. But Katsuki’s booming voice cut him off.  

“Oi, short shit… get that perfect ass over here!” he said, knowing his words made my face heat up and my cheeks and ears to tinge pink.  

“Sorry,” I said to my ex, passing him.

Old habits die hard.  

My ex, unknowingly to me, followed slowly behind. No doubt, to see what I was doing with a Pro-Hero.  

“Do you have to be so loud?” I quietly murmured, blushing Katsuki’s way.  

He smirked, making my face that much more red, and pulled me tightly into himself, coiling his hands around my waist and resting them at the apex of my butt.  

“I don’t havta be, sweet cheeks,” he said, nudging my nose with his perfect one, “but I want that idiot of an ex to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.” 

“Yours, huh?” I smirked back, biting my lower lip.  

Katsuki’s eyes immediately drifted to my lips and then his vibrant vermilion eyes met mine quickly.  

“Why did you have to get so much stuff?!?” he whined, turning to the cashier who was still ringing my items up, but not daring to remove his hands from my waist.  

“You said go wild!” I laughed, “You could have gotten here sooner, ya know? So you could reign me in!” 

“No, no. I wanted ya to get the things ya wanted. I just… I need ya like right fuckin’ now. And this is gonna take us all day!” 

“It will not, you’re such a baby!” I laughed as he grabbed me tightly in his arms, nuzzling his head into my chest as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, making him purr. 

“So… you using the hero for his money?” my ex said, finally making himself known.  

Katsuki didn’t move from his position, just turned his head to make eye contact with my ex. He didn’t say anything but the glare he gave him made my ex take a step back.  

“It’s just… she wasn’t particularly well off when we split. And it’s only been a handful of months since then. I didn’t think she’d replace me that quickly. Not to mention, she’s probably not found anything she’s particularly good at, right? She still kinda stagnant in life?” 

I loudly swallowed, trying to not let my ex’s words get to me. Before I could say anything Katsuki stood straight up but kept me tightly in his arms.  

“I’m gonna explain shit to you so your dumbass might learn somethin'. One, she’s not using me for my money. I care for her deeply and takin’ care of all her needs, gettin’ to see that beautiful fuckin’ smile is worth more than money can ever buy. Two, she’s not required to figure herself out in a set timeframe. Some of us take time to grow and learn what we want outta life. What she needed was someone to challenge her, inspire her, and encourage her to do and be whatever the fuck she wants to be. Whenever the hell she wants to be it. I got nothin’ but time when it comes to her.” And he pushed my bangs back, kissing my forehead, as I blushed again.  

My ex stood there, brows pulled together, mouth agape. Katsuki turned back his way, keeping me tightly to his side as his hand rubbed methodically on my bare arm.  

“By the way. She’s not stagnant. I’ve had her for 4 months and she’s blossomed into everything I could have needed her to be. She’s attentive and a people pleaser. I might have taken advantage of that fact a few times. She’s understanding of me and my hero work. And she’s just genuinely great at everything she does. I wouldn’t change a fuckin’ thing about her beautiful ass. How’s your life goin’ though, pal? Weren’t you supposed to move back to your hometown or some shit like that?” Katsuki laughed, handing the cashier his card, “hey, your loss is my gain. And I ain’t letting her go as easily as you did. I’m gonna marry her and make her have all my fuckin’ kids.” 

“Jokes on you, she didn’t want kids!” my ex laughed.  

Katsuki smirked at him, then looked at me, “She probably didn't wanna have them with a man-child like you. But she’ll have my kids. Won’t ya, kitten?” 

I nodded, blushing, thinking about all the things Katsuki was promising me. I had never met a man who knew what he wanted before. It was shocking and very refreshing.  

“Also, it’s her birthday, fuck face. I’d spend my whole paycheck on her if she’d only let me.” 

The cashier handed me my bags and Katsuki quickly took them from me, tucking me into his side and kissing my forehead.  

“I’m not sure why you’re still hangin’ around. But we’re headin' to my place so I can give her another, bigger, better birthday gift. You’re not invited. I don't share. Later, idiot.” And he pulled us past my ex, making me smile from ear to ear.  

When we stepped outside I pulled myself from Katsuki’s side, bending over, hands on my knees, to catch my breath.  

“Damn, babe. Are you okay?” Katsuki asked, gently trying to move my curtained hair from my face so he could assess me.  

I took a huge gasp in, throwing my head back, finally releasing my loud laugh.  

He rolled his eyes lightly chuckling to himself.  

“You scared the shit out of me, asshole! Jeez!” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his fancy car that Valet had brought around.  

“Sorry, but goodness. I couldn’t have asked for a better chance encounter with that jerk. You have just given me the most incredible birthday gift ever!” I said, finally standing in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and playing with his hair that loosely hung at his nape.  

“Nah, don’t think I’m done now beautiful. I got ya a lot more things waitin' up at my place.” He smirked.  

“If it isn’t a puppy, I don’t want it.” I laughed, joking with him.  

“What if I beg instead?” he smiled nice and big. A sight I didn’t see too often.  

“I guess that works,” I said, laughing at him while he ushered me to the opened passenger door, waiting for me to get inside.

Unnecessary Extra A/N: If you did, thanks for making it this far in my ridiculous little self-indulgent story. That first bit hurt to re-read. I haven't cried much over the split. Like yeah, the first day absolutely killed me. My eyes were pretty much glued shut. I wasted 6 of my years with someone I thought was my forever. Not only that, but I was still recovering from emergency surgery and on strong pain meds. It all felt like such a horrid nightmare. But yeah... I cried reading that scene this time. Part of me sometimes thinks I overreacted to the situation. But the rational/logical part of myself felt like the split was a long time coming. Looking back at it now, the relationship was incredibly toxic. He suffered from really bad depression (way worse than my own) and I feel like I sacrificed a lot of myself to try and make sure he was happy. In doing so, I lost myself. I lost that person who loved to be artistic, crafty, and loved to write. I spent so much of my time with him, worrying over so much, that I now have the most horrid anxiety. Some days I feel I'm beyond repair. But the episodes are getting further from each other. I have felt more my original self in our time apart than I have in quite a long while. And I'm incredibly thankful for that semblance of peace I've managed to regain. Sadly, we run in the same circles, so seeing him will always be a possibility. Hopefully, I get the same kind of relief my written self got here. Someone who can appreciate me for who I am and encourage me to be an even better version of myself. I'm definitely not in a rush, since I want to get my old self back and do things that make me happy again, but patiently waiting for my Bakugo! 😆

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Cuffed (Kotaro Bokuto)

A/N: @sigma-himbokuto suggested I watch Haikyuu!! So I blame her for my most current obsession. I literally love them all. Even (not all the time tho) Oikawa. He's pretty... but an ass. Gives me Monoma vibes... who, in turn, gives me Sasuke vibes. Let's not go down the rabbit hole on my love/hate relationship with these types of characters. 😂 I'm pretty down bad for Kageyama cause he is the Volleyball playing version of Bakugo. I've definitely written for him already too... but I don't know that I want to publish any of those pieces yet. Nishinoya will probably be posted next after this one... because he was my first favorite (don't ask where he is on my list now 😳) and hardly anyone writes about my favorite little shorty! (If you know any great pieces definitely @ me!!!) I've not caught up and finished Haikyuu!! yet, so I've yet to meet all the characters. I know Bo is Cherry's favorite. And now that I've seen him he's made it onto my Top 5 list too! 🥰

You thought tonight was going to be a nice, easy day to relax at home. And it was... until your airhead of a boyfriend just had to go and do that...

Warnings: None. Suggestive. Use your imagination cause I can't smut-write still! 😭 Working on it though. So maybe later we can revisit this piece.

The warm water splashed haphazardly up my arm making me recoil in disgust. I held the gritty sponge, gripping it tightly in my hand, as I washed today’s dishes left over from dinner.

With the chore finished to completion, I grabbed the nearby hand towel and delicately dried my hands, starting from my wrist and working my way to the tips.

His warm hands snuck around my midsection, lacing together and holding me tightly to his muscular build.

I laughed lightly to myself, throwing the hand towel to the counter. I was about to spin in his arms to face him when I heard a soft clicking noise. I looked back into his dark golden eyes and then down to my wrist.

The metallic color reflected the kitchen light and I looked his way in shock.

His wolf smile made my heart pick up pace as he leaned down to have his gaze leveled with mine. I quickly blinked, unsure of who was going to say the first word and break the silence.

But of course, it was him. It was always him.

“Like your new bracelet?” he cooed at me, winking my way.

“I’d like it better if you explained to me where you got it from,” I stated, a matter of factly.

“A certain someone let me borrow them,” his smile reached his eyes, “so long as he gets to see a picture of you in them.”

“That’s very presumptuous of you both. Assuming I’d let you take a picture, let alone share it with my best friend.”

"Oh come on little dove!" He whined causing me to roll my eyes at his usual behavior. 

"Bo… you know how I feel about you whining." I raised an eyebrow at him expectantly.

I heard the other cuff lock click but didn't feel the cold press against my skin like the previous one. When I looked down at our hands we were now linked together. 

"You didn't want to save that for the headboard, maybe?" I commented, unsure of what was going on in that big unpredictable head of his. 

"You're being a brat and I'm not a fan." He growled, his brows furrowing. 

"Oh, finally gonna do something about it, huh?" I chided back. 

He growled again, spinning me around by our linked wrists, and pressed me over our granite countertop. I hissed as the cold stone bit at my newly exposed skin that peeked through the raised parts of my shirt. With my cuffed arm now pinned behind my back, I felt the rush of excitement that caused me to clench my thighs together. Bokuto leaned over me, making sure to press as close as humanly possible to every inch of me he could, and ghosted his lips over the shell of my ear. 

"What's the matter little dove? Needing extra attention? That has to be the only reason you're being a little brat, huh?" he ground even tighter to my ass, making me push my lips tighter together so as to not talk back again. 

I was loving where this was going, but Bo was notorious for having random mood swings. I didn’t want to do anything to set him off and not see how this played out.

“Okay, fine…” I gasped, completely out of breath, “I’ll agree, you big baby. That was, indeed, very fun. But take this damn thing off already.” I laughed, pushing my wrist to Bo’s side. “It’s cutting too tightly into my wrist.”

His eyes shifted back and forth, and a worried look graced his face, causing my mood to turn instantly sour. This look meant nothing good.

“Babe… where’s the key?”

“I… I’m pretty sure I left it on the counter,” I glared at him, knowing there was more to the story, “at your bestie’s place.”

“Good lord, I hate you,” I growled in response.

“I’d almost believe that. Except for the fact that you had fun… you just said so. Besides,” and he took my face in his free hand, bumping his nose to mine, “I know you’re lying. You love me and you know it.”

“Ugh, get away from me.”

“Heh, I can’t cause we’re cuffed together!” he chuckled.

“Idiot,” I grumbled, knowing I was going to have to call my best friend over to bring the key. I’m sure I wouldn’t hear the end of this one any time soon. Damn Bokuto!

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Too Scared (Kiba Inuzuka) - Part 1

A/N: I wrote this back in 2019. @tired-biscuit has convinced me to resurrect it. I had to rewrite it because my writing style has (oddly enough) gotten better. If you think you don't like your writing... just keep going. Cause I'm not the best, but I definitely write a lot better than I did in 2019! 🤭

You'd give anything for your aloof best friend to notice you as more than one of the guys. You've been pining for him since you were little. Having him in your life as a best friend was better than nothing at all, so you kept those feelings bottled up tight. But... what happens when he finally attracts someone of the opposite sex? Can you still call him your best friend when you hardly see him?

Warnings: None whatsoever! Sakura being the best, Kiba being dumb, and Lee being too sweet.

I lay in bed, quickly scrolling through his Instagram feed, rolling my eyes so strongly that I was even annoying myself. 

“What does that big dummy even see in her?!?” I asked myself quietly, scrunching my nose at Kiba’s new girlfriend filling up his feed as of late.

Sakura pinched my plush thigh, making me squeak a small wounded cry at the unexpected action.

“Leave him alone,” she chuckled, “they’re cute together and she’s really nice. Besides, you can’t blame anyone but yourself. Since you never made any sort of move on him.”

“He’s my best friend, Sakura. Or have you forgotten that fact?” I sighed heavily, rubbing the back of my neck, my eyes not meeting hers since I was feeling crappy about being stupidly in love with my best friend and being too utterly chicken to ever tell him. “Besides, he never seemed interested in me anyhow. Why ruin what we have?”

“And what, may I ask, do you two actually have as of recently?” she asked, quirking her brow.

My face contorted in annoyance at Sakura and her smart attitude. I pushed her off the bed, a loud thump following her, as she lightly chuckled from the floor. 

I looked over the edge of the bed to assess the damage. 

My eyes met her jade gaze in shock, realizing she wasn’t angry at my harsh action. She pushed herself onto her elbow and sighed, looking at me.

“You two just don’t seem to be hanging out as much. I know you don’t want to see him with her. But I swear she’s not that bad. I know it’ll hurt for a little bit. But are you willing to throw your friendship away, something you’ve basically had since birth, because of one girl?” Sakura reasoned.

“I just…” and I looked at her, my hands nervously wringing together, “I’m not ready.”

“Well, when you are… I can be there for moral support.” she smiled my way outstretching her hand for me to help her up.

I smirked at her, wrapping my hand in hers. She, all too quickly, pulled me down onto the floor causing me to land with a hard thud next to her.

“You deserved that!” she laughed at me as I lay there groaning in agony.

“Fair,” I chuckled through the pain, spinning to stare at the ceiling. 

“I gotta head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweet cheeks.” she smiled, kissing my cheek and standing to leave my room.

“Thanks, Sakura, for being a really great friend,” I spoke into the room my eyes not daring to meet hers.

“Sure (Y/N), you got my back, I got yours. Love you, bug. Now go out and get some damn fresh air!”

“Yes, mother! Love you more!” and she closed the door behind herself, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I came to the town square to shop from our local vendors and try and get out of my head. Retail therapy always did wonders for my mood. So long as I didn’t look at my wallet.

I heard a really loud, nasally laugh and looked up, catching them both in my sight.

Of course, they’d be here. 

My heart beat erratically in my chest, not wanting to deal with either of them in any capacity. I quickly turned to put the cute hairbow I had found back on the table when I bumped into someone at full force. My eyes lifted and met the jet-black eyes of Rock Lee.

“Careful there, (Y/N). You could have gotten hurt.” Lee mock chastised, using his million-watt smile to ensure that I knew he wasn’t being mean.

His hands were gently holding my elbows in his grasp, keeping me planted firmly in my place at a safe distance apart. Blush still dusted our cheeks at the contact we shared.

A slimy, cold feeling pressed against the back of my bare calf, making me squeal and push further into Lee’s personal space. I quickly spun to find out what the foreign object was. With my heart now hammering in my chest, perched tightly in Lee’s sturdy arms, I was able to face Akamaru.

I let out the biggest sigh, resting my forehead on the side of Lee’s neck, noticing how severely warm he was. I pulled away from his grasp, my eyes going wide when I took in just how incredibly red he was. I blushed and pushed gently out of his arms, muttering a quiet ‘sorry’ and turning my attention to the furry companion that gave me a fright. My mood shifted knowing that his master would be coming to collect him any minute now. Escaping was definitely futile.

“There you are, Akamaru!” I heard behind Rock Lee and myself.

I muttered a quick ‘fuck’ under my breath and turned, bumping shoulders with Lee, coming face to face with Kiba and his new girlfriend, Asami. She was wrapped tightly to his side. Suddenly the cool autumn air felt overly warm and suffocating. I planted a fake smile on my face, fidgeting with my hands. 

Lee quickly noticed how uneasy I became, pulling my hands to rest in the crook of his elbow. His eyes found mine and he offered a small smile my way, doing his best to calm me down and handle the situation.

“Hey guys,” Kiba said, showing off his sharp canines in his wide smile, “I was worried that Akamaru was pestering someone. But I see he just came to visit our favorite girl.”

My heart picked up its pace at the mention of being his favorite while his girlfriend was melded so closely to his side. Asami cleared her throat and Kiba nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, but didn’t do anything to correct what he previously said.

“Good afternoon Kiba, Asami. How are you two doing today?” Lee asked, his overly bubbly tone doing good to change the subject and cut the awkward tension that was brought on so quickly.

Akamaru moved to sit between us, facing the group, his head cocking back and forth between us as we maneuvered this weird conversation.

“We’re doing great! It’s a beautiful day and Kiba brought me shopping. Look at this cute hairbow he got me!” she explained excitedly, pulling the item from her bag.

I saw that it was one similar to what Kiba had gotten me in our youth together. My heart sank a little as I tried to remind myself to throw the stupid hairbow away when I got home.

“That’s really pretty. Though,” and Lee turned my way, “(Y/N), don’t you have something similar.”

“I did,” I said, peering into Kiba’s amber eyes for a second, to show him just how hurt I was at the action.

He seemed worried at my comment but didn’t get to press on the matter as Asami kept powering through to keep the attention on her.

“Well, Kiba and I are heading out. You two enjoy the rest of your date!” Asami quickly quipped, quickly pulling Kiba away, his furrowing brows engrained into my brain as he looked us both over without being able to question if that’s what we were doing out together.

Akamaru sat still, planted in his same spot, as he gave me obvious puppy dog eyes. I laughed, kneeling down to hug him tightly while ruffling his fluffy head.

“Better head out with them before you get in trouble.” I lightly chuckled at him as he licked the whole side of my face and did as I told him to. “Be good!” I shouted his way as he ran to catch up to the two.

“I’ll try!” Kiba shouted back, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

I turned to Lee and smiled at him.

“Thank you for staying with me during that.” I exhaled, feeling my heart sink into the pit of my stomach for inadvertently involving Lee in my mess of a love life. Or lack thereof.

“How long have you been in love with Kiba?” Lee asked, turning to pick up the previous hairbow I had been admiring, signaling to the clerk that he wanted to purchase it. 

“Since I was five. I didn’t know it at the time though. It took me many years to understand my feelings,” I sighed, watching Lee intently, wondering what he was doing, as he handed over his money and spun to face me, outstretching his hand with the forest green bow.

I quirked my eyebrow at him and attempted to push the bow back his way. He smiled at me and pushed the bow back in my direction.

“It’s a gift. To replace that bow you’re going to go home and throw into the trash,” before I could grab it from him, he gently clipped it to the base of my updo. “There, it even matches your shirt.” 

I blushed and dropped my gaze to the floor. I wasn’t sure what Lee was up to, but I knew there was no way that I could return any sort of feelings for anyone. I was hopelessly, stupidly in love with my very taken best friend.

Before I could think too much on the matter, Lee looped his elbow with mine and pulled me towards Ichiraku Ramen, rambling about how he was supposed to meet Naruto for lunch and how I was now required to join him, his treat.

This has a part 2. Very ambitiously of me, I wrote two different "endings". One with Kiba... and one with Lee. 🤭 Lee is just too sweet to not have an ending.

[poppy-thatcher]

Why Not Him? (Dabi Todoroki) - Part 2-ish?

A/N: This isn't really a part two to the Shoto post, per se. More of a much later point of the same story.

You and your bestie, Shoto, come back from your year-long States trip. You've realized that Bakugo hasn't left the forefront of your mind in the slightest, your love for him hasn't waivered in the least, and all you wish to do is find him and straighten your feelings out. However, there's a reason he's been ignoring your recent calls. News of him being newly engaged is plastered all over the city.  Just when you thought your heart couldn't break any further you get yourself tangled in a wicked web.

This is the apex of Dabi's obsession with (y/n). And it's completely one-sided cause we're hurting and trying to get over the above-mentioned pain. 🤭

Warnings: 18+, Nothing too terribly descriptive, but vaguely implied.

He felt their bodies and souls meld into one as his cerulean eyes surveyed her face. She was far beyond beautiful, more so than anyone he had ever had the pleasure of bringing back to his place. He was certain she knew who he was, not many didn’t. It wasn’t too long ago he made that very public display, letting the world know that he was the discarded and unwanted Todoroki that Endeavor pushed aside like yesterday's trash. And he definitely knew who she was. You couldn’t rank at the top of the hero charts without a bit of recognition. 

But as his eyes met hers in the dark underground bar that night, he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from her. He found himself gravitating to her natural pull. The fact that she was a high-ranking hero didn’t deter him as it should have, like his brain was steadfastly yelling at him to do. His heart, and maybe other parts of his body, were telling him to bully her, one way or another, into submission. To wipe her sad expression from her stunning face and have it replaced with something a little more flustered, a little more breathless. He wanted to brand his villainous mark on the pristine little hero.

With his back now pushed into his plush mattress, he peered up at her, watching her motions slowly rock them back and forth at such a painstakingly slow pace that he wasn't used to. His eyes finally connected with hers and to his surprise, tears were slowly spilling over her lower lashes. At that moment he realized that her tears were far better than anything he had witnessed. He reached up, pushing a few tears away, and licked the gathered sadness off his thumb pad. As he pushed up on his elbows to try and connect his lips to hers, she roughly pushed him back down into his previous position.

“Don’t.” was sternly all she offered as a reason, her eyebrows furrowing together.

His devilish smirk graced his lips as he crossed his arms behind his head and let her use him as she pleased. 

“Whatever you say, princess.” He gruffly uttered back, loving how she put him in his place effortlessly without fear of the repercussions, like a true opponent.

It was then that he realized he'd met a worthy adversary.

[poppy-thatcher]

Moving On (Katsuki Bakugo)

A/N: MANGA SPOILERS! DO NOT READ IF YOU ONLY WATCH THE ANIME! Still on the same heartbreak BS. Trying to use all the Duct Tape to hold it together right now! Also... Don't ask me what anyone's specific age is. There is absolutely no clarity with that in this story. Kat, and the rest, are of age, but Tai (Fat Gum) is definitely older (Pro-Hero, duh!). Wrote a Kiri piece for comfort... using my next comfort character before another chapter is released. Cause it's definitely not gonna go this way.

ALSO: You can't tell me that Tai wouldn't be the perfect other half! Mainly cause I won't hear it! 😂 He'd not care (in fact, he'd probably be quite proud) that you ate your fair share of junk food while watching movies together on your days off. He'd admire every curve your body had developed over the comfortable years together. He'd give the best, most cuddly snuggles! And he'd guard you with his life.

When he landed, the earth shook below his steel-covered shoes. His eyes honed in on him first, taking in the view that had caused the vilest of cries to shred through my clutched teeth just moments prior to finding him in this state. 

The instant rage to fill his eyes scared me to my core, making my spine tingle with anticipation of what was to come next. I had never seen Deku as angry as he currently was. Nothing had previously compared to the animalistic version we received when Bakugo was impaled a handful of months ago by the same villain situated a few yards away from us now.

When his eyes finally glanced me over, I noticed his stance falter for a short minute, unsure of what action to take next. 

I shook my head and glanced in Shigaraki’s direction. He was smugly standing, arms wide open, shooting snarky comments at what an easy feat Bakugo was.

The gruff growl that left Deku’s throat reverberated in my ears, causing my heart to clench at the mutual feelings we were currently sharing. He bolted off, in his most primal and calculated state, causing Shigaraki to falter in his advances.

We were finally winning.  But at what cost?

I sat, knees bent on the ground, with Katsuki's body carefully situated in my lap. Tears effortlessly fell down my face. The soft whimpering that left my chest and throat hurt, straining to keep quiet and not draw more attention than necessary to our location. I rested my forehead on his, pushing his hair out of his bloody face. 

"You can't leave me, you idiot!" I sobbed, my voice cracking, "You're my best friend. What the fuck am I going to do without you?!? Please, Kat, please wake up!" 

"(Y/N)!" I heard behind me.

I whipped my head around meeting the sullen eyes of Suneater. He rushed to my side, kneeling beside us, worry clearly etched on his face. He was my next closest friend, after Katsuki. Tamaki liked to joke and make fun, claiming that I was in love with Bakugo. But that was something I could never admit to. No matter how true those jokes rang in my head and my heart, I knew I couldn’t quite measure up to what Katsuki needed from a significant other. He needed to be offered the world, and I could never offer anything other than my broken and misused heart.

"We need to move you, get you out of the way. You're hurt and Dynamite… " He gulped loudly when his eyes finally met my rage-filled ones. 

"I'm not leaving without him, Tamaki. Please don't make me leave him here!" I whined out.

"(Y/N)," he said, scratching the back of his neck. 

"I… I love him. I can't just leave him here. He deserves better than this!" I confessed, new tears running down my cheeks as uncontrollable sobs followed them. 

I wasn’t just speaking about the situation, and Tamaki understood the true meaning between the lines I fed him.

Tamaki’s eyes met mine in shock, finally hearing me say the things he had always wanted me to say. To admit, out loud and to myself, that I cared for Katsuki more than a friend should. This admission of love brought new tears to gloss Tamaki’s eyes. He quickly nodded, wrapped tentacles around Katsuki with one hand, and pulled me close to his chest with the other, while I buried my head in his chest.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Tamaki whispered to me, “but you’ll never need to go through the feelings alone. You have me… and the rest of the Fat Gum Agency behind you. Please, please don’t push us away like you usually do, okay?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice to be as strong as I was pretending to be.

“His heart stopped for a while. We were able to find his pulse and pull him back. But I’m afraid he’s in a coma. We’re unsure when he’ll wake.” the doctor said to the small group that was waiting outside Katsuki’s hospital room.

I couldn’t bring myself to huddle that close to his parents and the rest. Mitsuki was crying so loudly that my heart couldn’t possibly handle it. That woman was the closest thing to a mother that I had. The fact that Katsuki shared her with me, without a second thought, always made me smile a mile wide. Now, the thought of not being good or strong enough for her son broke me to my core.

“(Y/N), did you hear the doctor?” she asked, looking behind Izuku, her red, puffy eyes catching mine quickly before I could look away.

I thought I was all cried-out as I stood there numb. But Kirishima quickly walked my way, pulling my face in his hands, and gently pushed the tears away. I gasped and stepped back quickly, my eyes meeting all the sullen stares ahead of me. I couldn’t breathe. The world was growing dark and my vision became blurry from panic. I pushed off Kirishima’s chest, avoiding all the voices calling my name, and rushed to get out of the hospital as quickly as I could. 

When I rounded the corner, the last stretch before I could free myself from the enclosing walls of the hospital finally in sight, I bumped into Fat Gum. He quickly steadied me with his overly large hands, holding me tightly.

“Hey, slow down there, little lady,” he said lightly, no doubt coming our way to see how everyone was holding up. 

Working under his agency was the absolute best choice I could have ever made. He was the ideal boss. Someone inspiring yet not pushy. Someone who would let you make mistakes and would help you correct them with no judgment. He was so understanding and caring and it created a workplace that felt a lot like the home I never had growing up.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. The guilt, the feeling of letting him down, sat perfectly poised in my chest.

“(Y/N), do we need to get out of here?” he gently asked me, kneeling to look into my eyes. A much easier feat, since his 8-foot frame towered over me.

I didn’t answer him, I couldn’t. Before I could even think of what my next moves would be, he gently scooped me in his large arms and walked towards the exit of the hospital. He sat me on the bench across from the hospital, nestled at the edge of our wooded park. I couldn’t find my voice, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Tai’s large hands gently stroked my back, not daring to force me to speak before I was ready. I sucked in air, wiped my eyes, and turned his way. Finally facing him.

“He’s… he’s in a coma… and they don’t know if or when he’ll wake. I didn’t get there soon enough to help him.” I looked at Tai’s face, to assess his feelings about the things I was spilling, he didn’t say anything as he kept gently rubbing my back, waiting for me to continue letting out my most heartbreaking emotions. Just like he always did, “I wasn’t good enough to save him.”

And I stood, his hand finally dropping from the contact we shared.

“(Y/N)… it’s not so black and white like that. You know that. You know what I teach you heroes at my agency. This is no different.”

“This is every bit of different!” I snapped, “I love him! And I don’t even deserve to.” I hung my head in shame, “I don’t deserve to be in his life, in any aspect, if he can’t rely on me to keep him safe!”

“Please stop this, right now,” Tai said, his face contorting in anger. Something we didn’t see much on his happy-go-lucky face, “If you love him you need to not give up on him, on being in his life. He will need you when he wakes up.”

“You mean if. If he wakes up,” I said, backing away slowly.

“Don’t… don’t say things like that. Come on, (Y/N). Let's head to the agency and get you cleaned up. We can have the on-hand medic look you over, to be safe.”

“No! I don’t deserve to wear this uniform, to be part of your team. I don’t deserve to be standing, effortlessly breathing, here!” I snapped back, “It should be me in his place!”

Tai grabbed my arm before I could even contemplate turning and running. The force was rough enough for me to understand his frustration, but still soft enough to not hurt me.

“Don’t, for a second, think that Bakugo would want that. And don’t think I’m letting you be alone with a mind that thinks you deserve to be in his place, laying in that hospital bed. I tolerate a lot of things you all say and do because it’s your job to learn from your mistakes… just as it’s my job to allow you the time to do so. But under no circumstance will I put up with that kind of talk in my presence. You are worth everything good in this world. You’re one of the absolute best things that have happened to my agency. And I refuse for this moment to be what breaks your hero spirit! Now come on.” he scooped me again, carrying me bridal style, to his nearby agency.

I sat mindlessly on the in-house clinic’s patient table while the medic gently wiped the dried blood and dirt off my wounds. My jog bra was the only thing covering my top, and in most instances, I would make a fuss. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care about anything. The numbness to the situation, to the world, had settled within me making me a shell of a person just going through the motions.

“Lass, you need to have that stitched up. Before you bleed out all over my floor.” I heard, as though it was whispered on the wind. 

I didn’t acknowledge the medic, making him push at my shoulder to grab my attention to the wound that was still bleeding. My eyes trailed to his, hardly finding the courage to meet his gaze, but still not saying anything.

“Do it,” Tai said, sitting at the edge of the room, his arms crossed over his slimmer chest, not having the chance to rebuild his quirk after the war was deemed over, “She’s in shock, numb. This will probably be the only opportunity you get to do this without her putting up a fight.” he lightly laughed to himself.

“Sure thing boss.” Gunter said, smiling at him and peering back at me, shaking his head, “Let me know if I hurt you, lass.”

I nodded, while he got to work.

[poppy-thatcher]

The Ride Of Your Life [Tokyo Revengers]

Oct. 11 - Draken x female reader

What begins as a romantic road trip, takes a kinky twist when you find yourself pressing closer to Draken's back. Will he make it to the picnic area before his desire runs rampant?

warnings: bike sex, mention of reader having hair long enough to braid, riding, lil bit of overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, semi public (I guess?), Draken just snapping and needing you right the fuck now

The idea was sweet. So adorably cute and unexpected that you had thrown yourself into his strong arms the seconds the words had escaped his mouth.

Draken smiled down indulgently at you as you curled your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to pepper his cheeks with loving little kisses.

His own arms wound around the small of your back and hauled you up to swing you around. It always made you feel special when he held you like this, the mountain of a man known for his strength cradling you like the most prized possession in the world.

You had expected him at your door on this fine autumn morning, it had long been planned that he would take the day off from working in his bike shop to spend some real quality time with you. Expecting it to be a cosy day spent in your apartment, watching movies and laughing at each time Draken jumped at the scary bits in your favourite slashers - the man was a bit of a baby with horror films - you were dressed only in sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts. 

The heavy grey material hung comically low on your body, the neck so wide that your shoulder peaked out and the arms had to be pushed back to allow you use of your hands. Draken’s eyes had widened at the sight that greeted him when you opened the door, tugging his lower lip with his teeth before swiping a thumb across his mouth as he cleared his throat.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat, princess,” he had all but growled at you, “but you might wanna get dressed ‘cause I’m taking you out for a picnic. Gonna spoil my perfect princess for the day.”

So, here you were, hanging around his neck as you squealed from being spun around and your heart soared at the tender affection and thought he had clearly put into this idea. Your feet touched the ground once more and you led your boyfriend by the hand into your bedroom to get changed.

“What should I wear Kenny? Is it cold out?”

Draken settled on the corner of the bed, leaning back on an elbow as he studied you carefully. His obsidian eyes took in your frame rifling through your wardrobe, lingering on the dips and curves of your body, before he answered your questions.

“Not especially, but bring a sweater with you in case you need it later. Wear anything baby, you look good in everything.”

You offered him a seductive smile over your shoulder, blushing from the praise and the heated stare that had lifted from your butt to your face as you turned to him.

It was a little mean of you to tease him so obviously, but it was rather fun to bend at the waist in a feigned pretence of looking for something towards the back of your wardrobe. You heard the inhale of breath that caught in his throat and knew your plan had worked.

“Keep this up, princess, and we ain’t leaving this room today,” he warned in a firm tone that spoke to the desire coiling in your stomach.

The next thirty minutes were spent getting ready.

Matching pale pink silky bra and panties pulled on salaciously slow, your gaze fixedly averted from the blond God laying back on your bed. Draken watched intently, you could feel his stare on your bare flesh and it raised the hairs along your arms. A charcoal grey pinafore dress with a white turtleneck jumper smoothed down your body, paired with some knee socks to keep the chill from your legs on the journey.

“Ready to go!” You enthused with a little bounce and grin.

“‘bout damn time,” Draken groused, stretching out his long limbs as he stood and if you weren’t very much mistaken, adjusting his pants to hide the tent that had formed without much success. His concealed erection was still remarkably evident as you quirked a brow at him.

“Shut it…”

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The wind whipped through your hair, and you were glad you had decided to braid it for the bike ride. It felt wonderful to feel the autumn chill in the air, and you cuddled closer to Draken’s back.

A small disagreement had taken place moments before setting off; you refused to wear a helmet despite the angry glare that was levelled at you. You reasoned that if he wasn’t wearing one then why should you?

That hadn’t been the answer Draken wanted to hear, but with no amount of lecturing about the dangers of the road, you swept them aside in your unconditional trust in your boyfriend’s ability to keep you safe. 

Eventually, he had given in and now you found yourself pressed tightly to Draken’s back as he streaked through the city on the way to a place he refused to tell you about. City lights gave way to more suburban surroundings and then you were further out in the countryside. Trees lined the quiet road that you ventured down, small fields popping up now and again, and you were in heaven.

An hour passed, your fingers were numb from where they tightened into Draken’s jacket and your cheek tickled from the touch of his braid on your skin. The scent of him invaded your nose, sweeping inside and filling your lungs to capacity. It was enough to reignite the desire in your belly that had never properly left you since your bedroom. Woodsy cologne and the slight undertone of motor oil made you dizzy with sudden need.

You slid your butt forward on the bike, your pelvis moulded to Draken’s butt and you wondered if he could feel the way your hips ground in tiny circles to build friction in your aching pussy. The silk of your panties clung to your hot skin, pussy eating up the fabric and making it so wet that you worried there would be a damp spot on the saddle when you dismounted.

Whether it was subconscious or not, your chest pressed to his strong back, and his muscles rippled from the connection. You weren’t aware of the way his breathing had changed, how heat had coated his skin, and it had nothing to do with the chill wind on his face.

Whilst you were succumbing to the scent of him, your poor man was aware of the smell of your arousal and the grind of your body behind him. His eyes focused on the road ahead and he cursed silently at the next road marking that indicated that it would be another hour at least before you arrived at the picnic spot.

He was growing increasingly desperate by the second. Your earlier teasing had certainly not helped matters, neither had how fucking cute you looked in your little outfit and the way you clung to him was merely the icing on the cake.

Draken noticed the small turn-off up ahead, it looked rural and off the beaten track - leading into the dense trees down a dirt track and he furiously weighed up his options. At that exact moment, he heard a faint moan in his ear and sensed the way your fingers tightened into his jacket. It was all he needed to take the exit and slow the bike through the uneven ground.

The bumps of the dirt road did little to dampen the lust that was quickly becoming out of control, each rough jump pressed directly against your pussy and you were close to sobbing in need - never had you felt so tightly wound.

“Ken…” you breathed quietly, wondering if he would even hear you over the noise of the engine.

He turned a fraction, letting you know that he had indeed heard you. “I know baby, gimme a minute.”

Trees pressed in on either side of you, they formed a canopy of orange leaves above your head and the autumn sun shot shafts of light to dance upon the dirt ground. The bike finally stopped and you felt you could breathe for the first time in the longest time.

Strong hands pushed you back and you whimpered at the sense of loss, the warmth of his body no longer anchoring you to any sense of sanity, but the feeling was gone in the blink of an eye as you watched Draken’s movements.

He swung his leg over the bike to stand at his full weight, blazing irises intent on your small frame that trembled upon the saddle. He was practically vibrating with desire, his jaw set in a firm line and his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

You reached for him with a shaky hand, and he took one step back as he ripped the jacket from his torso and threw it to the ground. He mounted the bike once more but facing you this time, and he was grabbing at you in an instant - pulling you upon his lap and grinding you forcefully down on his hard length.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly, “fuck! This wasn’t the plan… but I can’t stand another minute without being inside you.”

The moan that passed your lips was downright slutty, hands passing over the firm planes of his chest and down his quivering stomach. You echoed his want, his need for you and your need for him.

“Please Kenny, need you s’bad. Hurts… hurts s’much!”

He silenced you with a kiss, his hand on the back of your head and tugging you into him whilst his other hand groped down your chest and side. His movements were frantic, and far from his usual self where he would spend an age touching and enjoying your softness. 

There wasn’t time for that now.

Draken was pawing beneath your dress, thick fingers sweeping over the ruined silk panties that were shaped to your pussy from how drenched they were. You squealed when the sound of ripping silk caught the wind, his finger pressing right through your underwear in his desperation to touch your bareness.

It turned you feral, blood pumping in your ears whilst you clawed at his belt. Ripping at it like a feral animal, yanking on his button and zipper and dipping your hand below his underwear to feel the weight of his thick shaft as it pulsed in your palm. You pulled it free and tugged at it, thumb pressing down on his slit that wept those precious beads of pearlescent precum.

“Baby, I gotta fuck you…”

Draken’s words cut off with a deep groan as you helped him by shifting up and guiding his fat tip to your tight entrance. There had been barely any prep but you were soaked and ready for him, the stretch would always be there from how monstrous his cock was. 

He sunk you on his cock, the burn knocking the air from your lungs and forcing you to wrap around his neck and dig your nails into the taut tendons that stood out against his flushed skin.

You rolled your hips tentatively, feeling his cock so deep in your body that he might as well be coming up your throat. Draken hissed through his clenched teeth, gripping your hips and helping you to start a slow bounce on his length. Both of his thumbs held your dress to your stomach so he could watch your drooling cunt swallow him and the creamy ring already evident around the base of his cock.

There was a sense that he was holding back, that he was keeping him under a tight leash as he halted you from slamming down to meet his hips. Only letting you ride him at a leisurely pace and it wasn’t enough to quell the fires of desire in your lower abdomen.

You kissed him, forcing your tongue into his mouth when his lips parted with a gasp and stroking along the front of his teeth. You bit him, tangled with his tongue and coaxed him to let go.

Eyes like starless night skies flooded your vision seconds before he was pressing you back until your head rested against the end of the saddle. This position felt deeper, the tip of his cock snug against your cervix and it might have been painful if you weren’t so utterly deranged for him right now.

He unclipped your pinafore dress with haste, the straps falling over the sides of the bike and your sweater was hauled up to uncover your breasts. Draken palmed you through the silky bra, pinching at your nipples and growled as you worked tight circles of your hips against his groin.

“Hold here.”

Draken directed your hands to the saddlebags and secured your fingers until he was satisfied. When he was finally happy he slammed into you mercilessly. The entire bike shook but held up as he pounded into your tight cunt over and over. Your spine arched, tits spilling over the edge of your bra and Draken lost his mind.

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he held your waist in one hand to pull you back onto him again and again, the other hand finding your clit and rubbing at it meanly. His fingers were furious as he worked you into the realms of overstimulation. 

You cried, thighs squeezing around his lean hips as you found not just a first release washing over you but a second quickly on its heels.

Everything tightened and heat caressed your insides, ropes of hot thick cum painting your pulsing walls entirely white as Draken lost himself in orgasm.

He howled to the sky, sending birds from their perches and forcing you to squirt over all his crotch.

You were swept up and into a warm embrace, your pussy continued to clench around his cock which twitched in response. Kisses spread from your temples and across your forehead before making it down to your lips.

“This was not what I had planned,” he panted softly, stroking down your sweaty back.

Contented drowsiness washed over you, so very happy to have found release and to be held so carefully in the arms you never wished to leave.

“I think,” you said with a stifled yawn, “this is a perfect place for a picnic.”

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[poppy-thatcher]

Missing Him (Eijiro Kirishima)

A/N: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS!! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T READ THE MANGA!!! I was in a mood when I wrote this. I'm still in a mood. I need to get out of said mood, send help!

It shouldn’t have been what brought us together, but it was. The day my heart broke into a million unmendable pieces, he was there, arms wide open and ready to help catch the pieces and place them back in their rightful places. 

I found a home in the welcoming arms of my late boyfriend’s best friend.  

“He was so dumb sometimes, ya know?” I said, lightly laughing, talking, and reminiscing about Katsuki while nestled deeply in the arms of Eijiro.

His chin rested atop my head as we overlooked the setting sun, intertwined in each other’s embrace.  

“He definitely had his moments. Breaking up with you for that month… that was definitely one of them. He was so much more miserable than I had ever seen him,” he laughed, kissing the top of my head.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever not be angry about that month. He kissed so many fan girls. I could have smacked him for each tabloid article I had to read about. New girls on his arm every night. I’m really shocked he talked me into taking him back.” 

Eijiro’s hand gently traced my upper arm that his crossed arms were holding tightly.  

“He was incredibly smart too though. Knew when he fucked up and knew what he had to do to fix everything.” 

A tear escaped my closed eyelashes as I thought about my handsome former boyfriend. 

“Fuck, Pebble, is there anything I can do?” Eijiro said, leaning to the right of our seat to grab a tissue and pass it my way.  

I gently took the tissue between my fingers and hastily pushed it to my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.  

“No, babe, I’m okay. Just… will it ever not be hard?” I exhaled, feeling the cracks in my heart breathe back to life.  

“One day. But no one is rushing you to find that day. I know what was taken from you. I won’t ask that you be over Katsuki any time soon, if ever.” 

I spun around in Eijiro’s strong arms, not daring to push away, but desperately needing to see his crimson eyes that held a striking resemblance to what I was missing. He smiled shyly at me as blush dusted his cheeks and highlighted the tips of his ears. I gathered his shirt in my hands, pulling his forehead to rest against mine. 

“I am so incredibly thankful that you’ve been here for me these past months. I don’t know what I’d do without you taking care of me.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Pebble. Besides, Bakugo told me to take care of his best girl. I damn sure can’t let him down.” And Eijiro laced his hand deep in my hair, angling my face to mirror his.  

His lips ghosted over mine, allowing me to make the first move so as to not push any boundaries while I was still hurting.  

I smiled, knowing and loving that Katsuki made sure I was taken care of. Even if he couldn’t be the one to do it himself.

And he left his most promising friend in his absence.  

I pushed my lips to Eijiro’s, smiling into the kiss, thanking everything above that there was still some semblance of light left in this dark world. 

[poppy-thatcher]

@delirious-donna 👀 You MUST read this! I don't go to church... but I think I'm gonna have to after this. 🤭

romans 3:23

summary | nanami kento can't bring himself to pull back because he was fucked from the moment you walked into the church. your little white dress was the noose around his priesthood.

pairing | priest!nanami kento x fem!reader

word count | 3,206

warnings | oh god — blasphemy, sacrilege, sex in a church, oral (f!receiving), pussyjob, masturbation, corruption kink, virgin kink, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, god kink, worship kink, praise, degradation, creampie, slight breeding kink, just the tip, squirting, dub con (ish), minorly ooc kento :(

a/n | this was not beta'd + i have church in the morning. dabbling in some kinktober!! something light for y'all to enjoy <3

[ 18 + | minors, blank, ageless blogs, do not interact! ]

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nanami kento was a man of the cloth.

of course, the operative word being "was."

he was a man of the cloth until you waltzed into the church with your family. a fresh college graduate, staying with her parents to save money, teaching at the local elementary school.

the first sunday you came in a modest dress, your soft eyes taking in the composure of the church before they landed on him. a demure smile settled on your face and you ducked your head after meeting his eyes.

he was hooked.

it's not like he could help it. your eyes stayed trained on him throughout every service and he loved your attention. he thrived under your watchful gaze, the way you hung off of every word he spoke.

and you weren't a mystery, nanami could read you like a book. he saw the way your thighs clenched in the pew when his voice raised.

it only took a few weeks for you to show up in his office.

the perfect combination of innocent and repentant. the conversation starts sweet, a recollection of your time in college and your abandonment of church.

"i didn't go to church when i went away, i was busy and distracted," you sigh, fiddling with your fingers. "i have maintained my purity in college, but recently, i've been...tempted."

nanami can't explain the relief that floods him when he hears that you're a virgin, and the excitement that hits him when you start to open up.

"i've been having impure thoughts and they've been getting worse every week, i try to ignore them, but last night, i couldn't." your voice is a shaky whine, afraid of the consequences. "i touched myself."

your confession has nanami's eyes nearly rolling back. he bites the inside of his cheek thinking about you with your hands between your legs, rocking against your fingers. he thinks about how slick your thighs would be, how easily you would give in and come for him. he knows you're pent up, you've spent your life in restriction.

it's that moment of silence that has you filling the gap again.

"it was only that one time father, and i've never done it before then, and i haven't done it since!"

nanami refrains from smiling, only nodding at your words. he leans forward, clasping his hands on the desk.

"i'd like you to come to me the next time you're experiencing your impure thoughts, i believe i can help."

you graciously accept and nanami only bids you a good evening.

he doesn't expect to see you again so soon, or for you to be sitting in his office on a friday night, the edge of your skirt between your fingers, tears in your eyes.

"i'm so sorry father nanami, i tried not to think about it!" you're crying now and nanami is so thankful he's behind his desk because the sight of your tears is getting him so hard.

he gives you a little smile before he asks, "what did you think about?"

this is when you freeze, body tight and in panic. you stutter out a few words, but nanami cuts you off. "it's okay, all have sinned and fall short of the glory of god, confess and i can help you."

with his reassurance, you open your mouth and confess.

"i have these thoughts all the time," you bow your head and swallow harshly as you continue. "it's wrong but i think about him having sex with him."

"it's best to talk about our sins," nanami takes a slow breath before rising from his chair. "to relieve ourselves from concealment. who is this person you're having these thoughts about?"

at his words, your eyes meet his again. "i can't—"

"do you believe that you can hide from god? they are not hidden from my face, nor is their sin concealed from my eyes."

his tone is stern and it makes you nervous to see the hard line of his frown.

"it's you."

nanami clenches his teeth at your pitiful, little whisper. the shame sits hot in your face and he can't help but drink it in.

he can't bring himself to pull back because he was fucked from the moment you walked into the church. your little white dress was the noose around his priesthood.

the only thing he can do now is drag you down with him.

that night, nanami consoles your fears and worries, he tells you the real work will start after sunday morning service. he promises you that there is nothing to worry about, there is no sin that can't be washed clean by god's love.

—

so sunday evening, you tell your parents you're doing intensive study with nanami and they are overjoyed to hear it.

in fact, they encourage you to stay as long as you can.

so nanami takes his time with you. he walks you through scriptures and teachings and prayers and at the end he even gives you a technique to keep you from truly sinning.

"what people don't know is that masturbation is a sin," nanami explains, taking your hands in his. "only if you climax."

your eyebrows furrow and nanami continues, "it's not a sin if you don't finish."

he demonstrates by having you sit on top of his desk, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties hanging off your ankle.

nanami's kneeling in front of you, eyes shut. he's just breathing you in and he wasn't surprised to see that your thighs are glistening. you've just spent the last hour skirting his touches and listening to the rumble of his voice.

he pets lightly at your folds, as you lean back, propped up on your elbows. spreading you open, nanami groans to himself at your slick hole, begging for him to touch you. his fingers trace lightly over your cunt before tapping at your clit.

of course you're sensitive. his light touches have you trembling and shaking, already crying out his name.

"is this what you thought of when you touched yourself," nanami speaks, his breath right over your mound. his eyes flicker up to meet yours, hooded and desperate. "me between your legs, playing with this filthy mess?"

you nod pathetically and nanami continues. there's no rhyme or reason to the way he's touching you. he's greedily spreading your mess around your thighs and flicking at your clit while you cry above him.

"please, please nanami, it feels so good."

he responds by sealing his mouth over you, teasing his tongue against your clit.

his finger starts slipping inside your cunt, stretching you out. nanami relishes in how tight you are, knowing that your little fingers weren't enough to open you up for him. with little effort, nanami's grazing spots inside of you that you didn't even know existed.

your mess is sliding down his wrist, but he doesn't stop. he keeps going until you're whining his name again, desperate and pleading.

"oh god, please, i can't!" your fingers find purchase in his hair, keeping his mouth over your pussy. "let me cum! just this once, please, i'll be good. i need you."

tears are welling up in your eyes, but nanami knows this isn't what you need right now. he feels your cunt tightening around his fingers as your voice goes up in shrill cries.

"you want to cum?"

"yes, so bad! please let me cum!"

it only worsens when he pulls away, leaving you empty.

the tendrils of your upcoming orgasm slip away and your tears fall even faster.

your watery eyes find nanami who's sitting back, smiling teasingly at you.

"see? you did so good."

you don't believe him, not until nanami has kneeling in front of him as performs similar acts on himself.

his cock is hard and weeping against his fist. he insisted on using the slick from your denied orgasm to smooth the movements of his hand. the wet sounds of his pleasure fill the office.

"you make me feel so good, you're so damn pretty," nanami grunts. you're inches away from his dick, and he can feel the puffs of your breath against the tip. your eyes are trailing the motions of his hand, the flex of his stomach, and the tension in his thighs.

his languid pace speeds up to something rough and fast, it's taking everything in nanami not to come on your face, not to spew every disgusting thought in his mind.

all in due time.

so he settles for making you think he's just like you. when he feels the knot of pleasure about to unwind, he grabs the base of dick and squeezing until your name sounds like a curse on his lips.

"god, baby, see?" he's out breath, but it's okay when he sees the light smile on your lips. "it's okay if you don't come."

—

nanami honestly doesn't know when he got so fucked. he thought he had control of this. he believed he had control of his actions, but you've taken root in his brain, and he had to know that edging you and himself wasn't going to be enough.

it only takes a few more sessions for nanami to convince you to do more. that it's okay, as long as you come with nanami in the room to oversee it. and it's okay as long as you come on his fingers, or in his mouth.

now, nanami has you grinding on his lap, using your cute little cunt to give him a pussyjob. your panties are stuffed in his pocket and his pants are around his ankles. his dick is harder than its ever been in his life, the tip is leaking between your pussy lips, throbbing and red.

"don't worry," nanami groans into your neck. "it's fine as long as i'm not inside you."

nanami feels like he might even believe it himself, because he knows it must be heaven inside your pussy. and to deprive himself of it right now must make him a saint.

the way you're whining in his ear and clutching his shoulder has nanami strongly considering otherwise.

"this feels so good, you're so big nanami!"

and while he doesn't need his ego stroked, he knows your words are genuine. he can tell from the way you're crying it out in disbelief. he needs to hear the way you'll sound when he's sinking his cock inside you, fucking against that sweet spot he touches his fingers.

"'nami, 's good, oh my—" you cut yourself off with a broken moan, and nanami can tell you're getting close with the way your slick pours out, covering his cock.

he's learned that you cum the hardest when he's pinching your nipples and talking you through it. so with one hand nanami guides your hips, keeping you moving in his lap, and with the other he's playing with your chest.

all the while nanami's speaking praises into your ear.

"you're such a pretty little angel, you listen so well," nanami kisses your neck, careful not to leave a mark above your collar. "always so perfect for me."

and his words have you soaring, crying out his name as you clutch his shirt.

but this is still not enough.

your pretty eyes filled with tears and the sound of his name on your lips isn't enough anymore.

it should be alarming that it's taken nanami such a short period of time to be so infatuated with you, but he can't bring himself to care.

not when you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky,

like he gave the sun it's light,

like he's god.

it's love and it's power and nanami cannot let this go. your body is singing the devil's song and he's echoing the words.

so in the same breath, he's teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, whispering reassurance as he does.

"promise it'll be just the tip, angel, just need to feel you like this."

he doesn't try to assuage you with promises of heaven and a sinless life. he knows that won't work. nanami thinks you might love him more than you love your religion.

he hopes he's right.

so you're giving in, making him promise "just the tip." and nanami nods half-heartedly, already pussydrunk imagining the way you're going to swallow him up.

"too big, 'nami, 's too big!"

but it's just the tip and it's got his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your sucking him.

he lets you settle around him before he tilts your head up to look at him again. placing kisses under your jaw, he tries to distract himself from the inviting warmth of your heat, but the feeling of his lips on your neck has you squirming in his lap.

"i can—oh god—i can take more, right? you'll give me more?" you whine in his ear, desperate and pleading, like it's nanami's fault he's not touching your cervix right now.

in truth nanami was trying to control the situation, swearing to himself that he wouldn't ruin you in one night.

but he's a weak man with simple desires and being inside you is a pleasure he can no longer deny himself.

so nanami takes your hips in his hands and keeps you right on his tip. then he takes his time sinking you down, ignoring your cries and whines of it being too much. he knows you can take it.

it takes him too long to get your hips all the way down, his balls pressed against your ass. by the time he's seated completely inside you, sweat has collected in the valley between your breasts and nanami has left marks along your neck.

"doin' so good for me, so wet and tight," nanami grunts in your ear. his praise sinks right in your stomach and he knows it.

nanami tries to take it slow because this is your first time, he barely even got to prep you, but once he starts thrusting, the sound of your voice knocks him out entirely.

"oh—oh my god!" your nails are raking down his back as you cry out, "kento!"

the sound of his first falling off your lips has nanami's rhythm stuttering. he doesn't know why it floors him, but he knows he's not going as slow as he was when he first started.

in the back of his mind, he know he should not be drilling you like this. nanami should have you laid out on his bed, softly easing his way into your cunt, probably with a condom on, after having wrung multiple orgasms from your body. he should continue praising you, reminding how good you're doing for him.

instead he's got you bouncing totally naked in his lap, his pants down around his ankles, with his hand clutching the base of your throat. tears are falling down your cheeks and nanami can't stop himself from licking them up with fervor. and all he can think of is how filthy you are for letting him fuck you in a church, and that's all that comes out of his mouth.

"so fucking slutty for me, baby," nanami groans, thrusting up harder. "letting me in this cunt so easily? have you been saving it for me?"

"yeah, all for you, just for you," you swear. "god, it's only yours!"

nanami nods, kissing your lips sloppily, "just for me? your tight, wet pussy was waiting for my fucking cock?"

"kento—"

"this body's supposed to be the temple of god, you know that? i've taken an oath, bound myself to God, spent hours of my life in prayer and solitude," nanami rambles, flicking your nipples as he speaks. "then you walk in with this sweet, virgin cunt and i've never wanted anything more."

with every thrust, nanami's rolling against your spot, fucking you into the shape of his cock. and he's in your ear telling you that he owns you now, that every inch of your body belongs to him, entirely. so you keep agreeing with him, nodding and promising that nobody else will touch you like this.

he's got his hands all over your body, playing with your chest, groping your ass, and then gripping your throat tightly.

in the silence that comes from you being choked, nanami chuckles a little.

"hear that?"

and you know what he's talking about immediately. the sounds of him fucking you, the squelching sounds of your arousal loud and echoing in his office.

"it's how bad your little pussy wanted me. how bad she wanted to fuck her priest. came to my church to fuck things up, hm?" nanami slows down, grinding you on his lap while he taunts you. "wore that white dress and wanted me to lose my religion. knew i couldn't resist this hot fucking body sitting in my pew."

you're trying to disagree but with nanami's cock pressed against cervix, but you can't even uncross your eyes.

"fucking answer me."

nodding, you mindlessly agree, "yes, you're right! kento—my god—i'm so close, please don't stop."

and the way you keep mixing his name with cries for God is making nanami's head spin. he's starting to think you're doing it on purpose.

"yeah? beg me some more," nanami smiles, nipping at your neck again. "i like hearing you."

you bite back the petulant whine rising up in your throat and choose to be obedient. "kento, please let me cum—want it so bad, please!"

this time nanami obliges you, twisting your nipples between his fingers, urging you to cum for him.

"be my nasty fucking girl and cum on my cock, sinful little slut."

your nails dig harshly into his shoulder as you toss your head back in heavenly ecstasy.

"oh my—fuck!"

the curse falling from your lips is followed by the collection of tension in your body. your cunt tightens around nanami's cock as you freeze on nanami's lap. he keeps fucking you through it, his cock pounding into your cunt while you gush and squirt around him.

"can you cum inside me, kento? please?" you're begging again, even more for his cum than for your own orgasm. "i want it so bad, want you to fill me up, okay? you'll do it right, kento? you'll give me your cum?"

and what choice does nanami have? he has to empty his balls inside you.

"gonna dump my fucking cum in your cunt," nanami growls.

that's all the warning you get before he's fulfilling his promise, giving you everything he's got. his groans and curses fill your ears while his hips stutter, painting your insides white.

nanami sighs in contentment, rubbing his hands up and down your back as his cock softens inside you. he feels you relax in his lap, tiredness overtaking your limbs.

the evidence of your sin leaks down to nanami's balls.

you lean your forehead against his, stars still in your eyes. even after the depraved acts nanami's performed on you in the last couple of weeks, you still think he's created heaven and earth.

"thank you so much kento, you're so good to me," you whisper and it sounds like a prayer.

in nanami's ears, it sounds like worship.

—

[poppy-thatcher]

Why Not Him? (Shoto Todoroki)

NEW A/N: So... I’m stupid when it comes to Tumblr. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I had to re-upload this to an account that I could actually interact with you all on. My dumb self posted this on a side-blog. Take 2 for this post! Sorry and I appreciate all the kind words I had already received on this post. It means the absolute world, you don’t even know!!! ❤️

A/N: I write fanfic in my spare time. But I'm not brave enough to publish my work. However, a beautifully lovely writer (@delirious-donna) gave me the push I needed to post something. Time to be brave(ish)! 🤭 This small specific piece of my latest story, sadly, was something inspired by a shared moment between my (ex) best guy friend and myself. 💔 It also severely hurt me to make Bakugo the bad guy. The things I do for the sake of a plot. 🙄

I looked down, my hand in my lap becoming increasingly interesting as the moments of silence passed.  

"Love, you can talk to me. You know that." Shoto quietly reminded me as he slowly took my free hand in his.  

"Katsuki and I are having issues. We've been having them for a while now."

"And today?" He asked, finally understanding that I was staying at a friend's house instead of my own.  

"It was our 3-year anniversary. I got off work early and came to his place to decorate and make his favorite foods." I swallowed the thick saliva as my throat was involuntarily making it harder to continue. The hurt was bubbling up and sitting heavily in my chest.

"He didn't come home after work. He spent the night at a bar with Kirishima and Kaminari. I wouldn't have even known, since he ignored all my texts, but you can't be number 2 without some gossip blogs snapping pictures." A tear snuck out causing Shoto to chase it away quickly, "when he got home he couldn't even put everything together. He didn't even remember it was our anniversary, let alone realize that he had missed the entirety of it."

Shoto's eyes glossed over with tears. It broke my heart to see him this worked up over me. I was never worth all the emotional support he gave me. He deserved to find someone to return his incredibly strong feelings.  

"Can I freely speak my mind?" He asked me, always cautious around my delicate feelings.  

"Only if you can be unbiased," I sighed as a few more tears flowed down my cheek, knowing I was asking the impossible from him.

Izuku gently squeezed my hand before he let it go, grabbing onto Ochako's hand, both of them with sullen expressions at the performance going on at their dinner table. They slowly got up, excusing themselves to give us the privacy we needed.

Shoto took my face in his hands, cupping my cheeks so my face pointed to his, mimicking his movements. His eyes bore into mine like they were peering into my very soul.

“I can’t trust that I’ll be unbiased. But Bakugo, he’s always been a damn fool.” Shoto softly chased my cascading tears off my cheeks, “you two have been together so long. To me, he doesn’t take what you two have seriously. He doesn’t treat you the way he’s supposed to, the way you deserve to be treated. He takes you for granted. I… I would have married you twice over the span of your relationship with him!”

He pulled my forehead slowly to his soft lips before releasing his hold on my face and moving back into his seat.

I quickly averted my gaze, not feeling brave enough to maintain his strong eye contact, as new tears threatened to fall even more furiously than before.

Why was it always the wrong person telling me what I wanted to hear the most?

That’s just how the world works, I suppose.

Loving Shoto would be the easiest thing to do. He had always been there for me, through every grand occasion and every heartbreaking moment. If our friendship ever had weeks, or even months of radio silence we could always pick back up as though nothing had changed. He was exactly what my heart needed.

And yet... my foolish heart never once reached for his. I couldn’t ever explain the amount of pain I felt knowing that the person who loved me the way I wanted, the way I so desperately needed to be loved, was someone my mind, body, and soul just couldn’t accept.