#( 𖧧 ) navi.

[fa1rydr3ams]

General Sub Yandere! Shigaraki Headcanons Pt. 1

| cw: 18+ mdni, sub! shigaraki, dom! gn reader, sfw fluff, nsfw

| a/n: its been a while hehe.. check out the pixie works because I am BACK

| wc: 100+

sub! shigaraki who despite being submissive is fiercely yandere in his desire to keep you close. he’s constantly looking for reassurance that he’s the only one you want, even if it means interrupting your conversations or sulking when you talk to someone else

sub! shigaraki isn’t naturally submissive, but his tendencies push him into that role for you. he’ll do anything you ask—clean up, stop scratching himself, or even tone down his destructive tendencies—because the thought of losing you terrifies him

sub! shigaraki craves affection and will literally melt if you stroke his hair or cup his cheeks. these moments are when he’s the most vulnerable, often mumbling how much he needs you and no one else

sub! shigaraki who if he sees you with someone else, he won’t lash out at them but instead become increasingly desperate to prove his worth to you. he’ll beg for your attention, his voice breaking as he insists no one else can love you like he does

sub! shigaraki who knows you’re perfect and far above him. he constantly doubts why you would even want him, and it’s this insecurity that fuels his need to please you in every way he can

sub! shigaraki who in intimate moments clings to you, begging for your touch and approval. he’s incredibly vocal, whimpering your name like a prayer as he lets you take full control

sub! shigaraki feels he needs proof that he belongs to you. hickeys, scratches, or bruises left by your hands are treasured, and he’ll often touch them with a dazed smile when alone

sub! shigaraki who’s focus is entirely on your pleasure. he’ll ask breathlessly if he’s doing well, his red eyes brimming with need as he waits for your praise. your satisfaction becomes his obsession, leaving him shaky and pliant when he finally receives it

sub! shigaraki and his yandere nature sometimes bleeds into his submissiveness. if you tease or deny him too much, his desperation turns feral—he might beg with tears in his eyes, trembling hands clutching at you as he pleads for release, threatening to “lose control” if you don’t give him what he craves

[livelaughloveloak]

⌗🌬️ TATTOO ᩡ𖧧

⋆ pairing :: Neteyam x Navi! Reader

⋆ summary :: Neteyam spent his days telling his new metkayina friends about the special girl that took his heart back in his old clan. What was the one thing he kept mentioning though? Your tattoo.

⋆ word count :: 1.2k words

⋆ author's note :: this fic was based on the song "girl with the tattoo" by Miguel. Reader uses she/her pronouns. It's pretty short but ugh I loved writing this 🤭

If they only knew

The girl with the tattoo

"Teyam look!" You said while showing the new tribal tattoo swirling up your upper right arm. Neteyam looked in awe at how pretty it turned out to be.

You came from a more spiritual clan but soon moved to the forest, where Neteyam lived after the sky people destroyed your home. 

You didn't know much about your clan because you moved when you were still young but one thing you did know and wished to do was to get a tattoo once you turned 15. Amongst your clan the woman would get this as a sign of them entering adulthood just like a coming of age ceremony. 

"My girl, you look so pretty " Neteyam cupped your cheek, earning a grin from you. It was night and the people of the Omatikaya clan were still feasting at the bonfire.

You and Neteyam decided to leave early and ride your ikrans to a secluded mountain where you guys would spend your free time, or as some liked to call it, a “date”

Your bioluminescence freckles glowed in the dark, as well as Neteyam's. 

He pulled you into a hug, inhaling the cool night air, enjoying his time with his beloved.

"Even under the night sky she always seemed to shine brighter." Neteyam reminisces on his days back in the forest where he had you always by his side. 

"Forest boy is in love." Aonung gagged seeing how lovestruck Neteyam was, making Lo'ak and rotxo laugh. 

"Be quiet Aonung! I think it's cute." Tsireya tried to defend Neteyam but got drowned in by louder laughter coming from the boys once again.

She rolled her eyes and put her attention back to Neteyam. "She seems sweet, Neteyam."

 Neteyam nodded agreeing with the Metkayina girl. You were the kindest person he had ever met. 

You always did your own thing, not following anyone's expectations or caring if anyone was staring. Some older Navi would tell him that you were way too “independent” for a girl as most Navi women follow their parents' rules until they get a mate, which then they would follow their mate's rules. But that's why he loved you, he would always tease you and call you ‘miss independent’

With your unbeatable beauty and sweet fruity scent, your glowing and silky skin, as beautiful as the jewelry you wore which were gifts made by him. Your golden like eyes which glowed as bright as a star. You enchanted everyone you met, but Neteyam always thought you hit him the hardest.

Aonung stopped laughing and leaned forward from the tree trunk. “So where is she?"

"Huh?"

"You know, your beloved tattoo girl, did she not come with you guys?" Aonung asked nonchalantly as Tsireya leaned closer, also curious.

Neteyam's mouth shut, forming into a straight line, thinking about what to say. 

Lo'ak and Kiri looked at their brother in a sympathetic way, as Tuk sat beside him, leaning on Neteyam's side, listening into the conversation.

Yeah, I see you baby

Just don't lose yourself along the way

"Neteyam I am coming with you." You walked behind you, demanding that he brought you with him and his family. Neteyam was walking around his tent, packing his stuff up as they would depart soon after the ceremony. 

Neteyam huffed and looked behind him, where you stood. "No, you stay here and be the clan's Tsahik, without your talent the people will have no one when my grandmother passes." 

You furrowed your brows, of course you knew that you had to give up the role as future Tsahik, but what good would a broken hearted Tsahik be? If she couldn't heal her own heart, how will she heal others? 

Neteyam was gonna be your mate as soon as you two turned 18. He was next in line for the role of Olo'eyktan.

"I'm coming with you and that's final." You turned around and started walking out of the tent, heading towards yours so you could pack your own stuff. Before you could even exit Neteyam grabbed your hand. 

He took a hold of them, holding your hands in his own. "Please, I can't have the sky people hunting you down too."

You looked down, staying silent. It was true and you couldn't deny it, the clan was bound to get attacked at least once more. The current Tsahik, Neteyam's grandmother, also known as Mo'at would not be able to heal everyone even if there were other healers in the clan.

Mo'at taught you more advanced stuff as you were more skilled, which is why she had picked you as the next Tsahik.

You hissed in frustration and yanked your hand back from him.

 "I will come with you, maybe not at the same time but I will be there. Of course there's consequences but I'm willing to take them." 

And with that you ran out as fast as you can, leaving Neteyam in the dust.

Cause you're doing what you're doing

Just to get to where you're going

"If we took her she'd be in danger too." Lo'ak spoke up for Neteyam after seeing how quiet his brother had gotten. The others nodded understanding the reasoning behind it, as they didn't want to push into the conversation even further.

Kiri sighed and patted Neteyam's shoulders as an attempt to comfort him. 

"Do not worry too much brother, you too will reunite someday."

As night fell in the reef, the group parted, walking in opposite directions towards their own shared Marui. The Sully siblings had a quiet walk back to their Family's home. The most noise they had was Tuk yelling at them to slow down so her tiny legs could catch up. 

As soon as they entered through the makeshift flap they all went to their hammocks after greeting their parents. 

Neteyam laid silently, swaying side to side as his family were conversing with each other about their day. 

The uncommon silence from Jake and Neytir's oldest child set an unsettling feeling in them.

Neytiri turned to the other kids looking for some explanation.

With a sigh Lo'ak spoke up when he heard his brother's breathing slowing down signaling that he was finally asleep. 

"He was talking about y/n again."

But I knew

The girl with the tattoo

"Teyam!!" 

The young warrior looked up from sharpening his fishing spear only to find his youngest sister running towards him with a bright grin on her face. He suddenly noticed the loud noise coming out of a shell, signaling the clan that someone new arrived on shore. Neteyam peered down at Tuk in curiosity. "What is it Tuk?"

"Please Teyam you need to see this."

The young girl grabbed her brother's hand and dragged him towards the crowd of people forming a circle around someone. It reminded him of the first time his family arrived. 

Neteyam heard a familiar loud roar. It was an ikran

He hurriedly walked closer to the crowd, pushing some people aside to get a better look. 

His eyes traveled to the darker blue skinned female with long braided hair. He noticed the unique clothes she wore that complimented her other features. He noticed how crystals decorated her hair and how a single colorful feature was nearly placed in one strand.

His heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on the black ink swirling around her upper right arm.

He watched you squint your eyes, scanning through the crowd to get a closer look at people, finally stopping once your eyes landed on him.

"Neteyam?"

Oh how he loved hearing you say his name again.

Oh yeah, I knew

The girl with the tattoo

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The party inside was still in full swing—laughter, music, and the occasional clinking of glasses drifting through the windows—but the two of you had slipped away unnoticed. The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you walked beside Rafe, the snow crunching softly underfoot.

You found a quiet spot at the edge of the yard, where the trees thinned just enough to reveal the vast sky above. The stars glittered like diamonds against the deep navy of the night, their light reflecting in the thin layer of snow covering the ground.

“It’s so quiet out here,” you murmured, pulling Rafe’s oversized gloves tighter around your fingers. He had insisted you wear them earlier, despite your protests that you’d be fine. “I think I needed this.”

He smiled, his breath misting in the cold air as he watched you tilt your head back to take in the sky. “Yeah,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that made you forget the chill. “I figured you could use a little break from the chaos in there.”

You laughed lightly, tucking your hands into the pockets of your coat. “Not everyone gets to sneak away with the infamous Rafe Cameron, you know.”

His grin turned boyish as he leaned against the low fence nearby. “Guess that makes you lucky, huh?”

“Very,” you teased, rolling your eyes, but the truth lingered unspoken between you.

For a moment, you both fell silent, the quiet of the night wrapping around you like a blanket. The stars above seemed impossibly bright, their light casting faint shadows on the snow.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, almost to yourself.

“It is,” Rafe agreed, but when you glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at the sky—he was looking at you. His blue eyes softened, his usual edge replaced with something gentler, something that made your heart skip a beat.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist as he drew you toward him. “You make everything better, you know that?” he said quietly. “This is my favorite Christmas, and it’s because of you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Rafe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours.

“You make me feel like... I can be better,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly, as if the words scared him. “Like maybe I deserve this. Deserve you.”

Your chest tightened as you reached up to cup his face, the warmth of his skin against your cold hands grounding you. “You do,” you whispered. “You do, Rafe.”

He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, pulling you closer as the stars twinkled above. And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the stillness of the night and the promise of new beginnings, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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“Holiday Wars”

Submissive Loki Laufeyson x Dom Gn! Reader

| cw: nsfw, humor, mild language, enemies-to-lovers tension

| a/n: day 19 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

The moment you stepped into the main floor of Stark Tower, you could feel the tension thick enough to rival the snowstorm raging outside. Strings of half-hung lights dangled precariously from the ceiling, and boxes of ornaments were scattered across the room like abandoned chess pieces in a game you weren’t winning. Loki stood in the middle of the chaos, arms folded, his sharp features set in an expression of pure disdain.

“You call this festive?” he drawled, his British lilt dripping with derision as he gestured at the half-decorated room. “It looks like a reindeer vomited on the walls.”

“And yet you’re the one standing there doing absolutely nothing to fix it,” you shot back, dropping the box of decorations you’d been hauling onto the nearest table. You rolled your shoulders, already exhausted, though it wasn’t from the decorating. Babysitting Loki was more draining than fighting off an alien invasion.

He smirked, the kind that made you want to hurl a candy cane at his stupidly perfect face. “I wasn’t aware that babysitting included manual labor. Though I must say, you do look fetching covered in tinsel.”

You glanced down at the stray strand of gold tinsel clinging to your sweater and brushed it off with a scowl. “If I wanted sass, I’d hang out with Tony,” you muttered. “Now, are you actually going to help, or are you just going to stand there and critique my hard work?”

Loki arched a brow, his pale green eyes glittering with amusement. “Why would I sully my hands with such trivialities when you seem so adept at it?”

The audacity of this man. You closed the distance between the two of you, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, heat prickling at the base of your neck. “You’re on house arrest, Laufeyson. You don’t exactly have the luxury of picking and choosing your duties.”

“I am hardly a servant,” he replied, the haughty tone of a prince slipping into his words. “And I have no intention of wasting my divine talents on—”

“Divine talents?” you interrupted, snorting. “You’ve been stuck here for weeks, and the only thing you’ve managed to do is annoy the hell out of everyone.”

His smirk widened. “A skill I’ve perfected, wouldn’t you agree?”

For a brief moment, the two of you stood locked in a silent battle, the twinkling lights around you casting playful shadows on his annoyingly sharp cheekbones. The air between you was charged, not unlike the static that zaps your fingertips when handling too much tinsel. And maybe, just maybe, there was something more simmering beneath the irritation.

“Fine,” you said, breaking the silence with an exaggerated sigh. “If you’re not going to help, you can at least hand me the ornaments while I fix your disaster of a garland.”

“Ordering me around now, are we?” he mused, taking a leisurely step closer. His voice dipped slightly, rich with suggestion. “I wonder what else you think you can command of me.”

You refused to give him the satisfaction of blushing, though his words sent a shiver down your spine. Plucking an ornament from the table, you shoved it into his hands. “Start with this. Then we’ll see how useful you really are.”

He leaned in, his lips quirking at the corners, his voice barely a whisper. “Oh, I assure you, darling. I can be very… useful.”

Your breath hitched, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. But you weren’t about to let Loki win this little game. Not yet.

You squared your shoulders, refusing to back down from the sultry edge in his voice or the spark dancing in his eyes. Instead, you smirked, stepping even closer until you were nearly toe-to-toe with him.

“Is that so?” you said, your tone light and teasing as you reached up and looped the end of a stray ribbon dangling from his collar around your finger. You gave it a playful tug, forcing him to dip his head just slightly. “Then prove it.”

Loki’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second—just enough for you to see the flicker of surprise before he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. “You truly are a tyrant, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Takes one to know one,” you replied, releasing the ribbon with a flick of your wrist. You stepped around him, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you went. “Now, hang the damn ornament.”

You didn’t have to look back to know he was watching you. You could feel his gaze burning into your back, the weight of it sending a thrill through you that you tried very hard to ignore. Loki Laufeyson might be infuriating, but he was also intoxicating in the worst way possible.

You busied yourself with the garland, trying to focus on fluffing the greenery and securing the strands that had come loose. But the sound of his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, made your hands falter.

“You know,” he said, his voice dangerously close to your ear, “I never thought mortal holidays could be so… stimulating.”

The way he said the word made your stomach flip. You turned your head slightly, finding him much closer than you expected, his breath warm against your skin.

“Careful, Loki,” you warned, though your voice lacked the bite you intended. “You might actually start enjoying yourself.”

He chuckled, low and rich, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, I think I already am.”

The tension between you crackled like a yule log in the fire, and you knew you were walking a razor-thin line. Still, you couldn’t help but lean into it, just a little. Maybe it was the holiday spirit—or maybe it was the way his smirk softened ever so slightly when you met his gaze.

“You missed a spot,” you murmured, pointing to a bare patch of garland just above his shoulder.

“Did I?” he replied, but he made no move to step away.

“Mm-hmm.” You tilted your head, eyes locking with his as a daring smile curved your lips. “Guess you’ll have to fix it.”

The room felt too warm all of a sudden, the faint hum of Christmas music in the background fading as the space between you grew smaller.

As Loki's eyes sparkled with mischief, he slowly raised his hands, his fingers brushing against the garland. "I suppose I have no choice but to rectify this situation," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath dancing across your skin.

With a deliberate slowness, he began to weave the garland around the banister, his hands moving with an oddly sensual precision that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but notice the way his fingers stroked the greenery, the gentle tug of the ribbon as he secured it in place.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between you punctuated only by the soft rustle of the garland and the distant sound of holiday music. You felt like you were drowning in the depths of his eyes, the blue seeming to darken.

Loki's gaze never wavered, his eyes holding yours captive as he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. You could feel the warmth of his body, the whisper of his breath on your skin, and your pulse began to pound in your veins like a drum.

The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a world of sparkling lights and forbidden desire. And as Loki's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you knew that this holiday decorating was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

As Loki's hand touched yours, a spark of electricity ran through your body, and you felt your heart skip a beat. The garland, once the focus of your attention, was now forgotten, dangling limply from the banister as you both stood there motionless.

You held Loki's gaze, your eyes locked onto his, as you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and anticipation, but he tried to pull away, a faint pout forming on his lips.

"Let me go," he said, his voice low and petulant, but his eyes betrayed him, flashing with a hint of excitement. You didn't release your grip, instead, you tugged him closer, your fingers tightening around his wrist.

"I think we've decorated enough for one day," you said, your voice low as you leaned in, your breath whispering against his ear. Loki's eyes rolled back, his eyelids fluttering closed, and he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

But as your lips brushed against his, he jerked back, his eyes snapping open, a look of mock indignation on his face. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of annoyance and desire.

You just smiled, your lips curling up in a small grin, and pulled him back in, your tongue probing deeper into his mouth. Loki's body responded, his hands coming up to push against your chest, but his fingers curled into your shirt, holding on instead of pushing away.

As you deepened the kiss, Loki's eyes fluttered closed, his body melting into yours, his lips parting to allow your tongue to explore his mouth. But even as he surrendered to the kiss, he still tried to maintain a semblance of control, his hands gripping your shirt, his fingers digging into your skin.

You could feel the tension in his body, the conflicting desires warring within him, and you knew that he was torn between wanting to resist and wanting to give in. But as the kiss grew more intense, Loki's resistance began to crumble, his body relaxing into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance.

As you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, Loki's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire, but his lips still curled into a pout. "I didn't want to do that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but his eyes told a different story.

You smiled, a low, husky laugh escaping your lips as you gazed into Loki's eyes. "Is that true?" you teased, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your mouth certainly didn't make it seem that way." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "It seemed like you were enjoying yourself, like you couldn't get enough."

Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, his face inches from yours. "Shut up," he muttered, his voice low and rough, but his body betrayed him, leaning in closer, his lips almost touching yours.

You chuckled, a soft, seductive sound, and Loki's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pupils dilating as he gazed into yours. You could see the conflict within him, the war between his desire for control and his desire for surrender. And you knew that you were winning, that he was slowly giving in to his desires.

Without another word, you leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's resistance crumbled, his body melting into yours, his lips softening, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Loki gave in, completely and utterly, his body surrendering to yours, his lips, his tongue, his every fiber responding to your touch.

As you broke apart, gasping for air, Loki's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with a fierce, unspoken desire. You could see the surrender in his eyes, the acceptance of his own desires, and it only fueled your own passion.

Without a word, you took Loki's hand, pulling him towards the couch. He followed, his eyes never leaving yours, his body seeming to move of its own accord. You pushed him down onto the couch, his back against the cushions, and then you sat down on his lap, straddling him with your legs.

Loki's eyes flashed with surprise, but then his gaze dropped to your lips, and he seemed to forget all about his surroundings. His hands came up, wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his heat, his desire, and it only made you want him more.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You're so cute like this," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Loki's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he seemed to melt into your touch, his body relaxing into yours. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

You smiled, a slow, inviting smile, and then leaned in, your lips capturing his in a fierce, possessive kiss. Loki's body arched up, his hips pressing against yours, and you could feel the desire building between you, a desire that threatened to consume you both.

As you kissed, you could feel Loki's hands moving, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, the swell of your hips. You could feel his need, and thought he wouldn’t admit it, he wanted you. You were lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of Loki's body beneath yours, lost in the taste of his lips, the feel of his skin.

You pulled away one last time, your hand pulling through his long black hair, looking directly into his eyes. He looked between each eye, his gaze darting back and forth, and you could see him trying to focus his attention. For a moment, you just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of your hearts.

Loki's eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated, and his face was flushed with desire. You could see the desire written all over his face, the need, the want, the surrender. And in that moment, you knew that you had him, completely and utterly.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "Good job, Loki." The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he smiled goofily, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the energy, and anticipation in his eyes.

suggestions for other fandoms I should write for after ficmas is over?

dividers by @anitalenia !

[fa1rydr3ams]

do u have any dom reader blogs that you would like to recommend ☺️🙏

I DO HAVE A FEW

a lot of creators have deactivated their accounts or just deserted them but there is a few that have quite a bit of work up to last you until some more writers come about

@demon-fucking-therapist does not post on this account anymore and I’m not sure about their main but their works are amazing and sometimes I go back just because !!

@chaepink has really go regular and yandere sub post for dom reader, I think they took a break but it seems like they may be back soon (praying 🙏)

@mysicklove GOOD LORD I LOVE YOU; they have soooo many works I could drown in their masterlist. check them out rnrn

@noyasmashing I’m not sure if they post anymore but I did like their posts so yes

@sukunasdeliciousandverybigback has some and they repost some good works as well so stalk their feed :p

@cowlings doesn’t right dom reader (yet 😏) but hopefully they do soon, either way their more nsfw works are a but suggestive in that realm and their writing style is A+++

anyways the only other thing I can say is join the tags that I use or any sub fandom tag and you should be able to find blogs. I think a lot of people are getting phased out and a new group of writers is making their way to tumblr especially since it’s almost holiday and break season. and not to disturb anyone but the summer is when the tags are popping the most so really we have to make due until then 😔

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“Holiday Confessions”

Bakugou Katsuki x Gn! Reader

| cw: emotional tension, confessions, sfw

| a/n: day 4 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: 1k

The quiet in your room was starting to feel heavy. Bakugou wasn’t his usual self tonight—there was no snarky back-and-forth, no muttered insults when you corrected him on a study problem. Instead, he seemed fidgety, his leg bouncing slightly under the desk and his eyes darting anywhere but at you.

“Alright, what’s up?” you asked finally, setting your pen down. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

He stilled for a moment before glancing at you, his brows furrowed. “I’m not acting weird,” he muttered, turning his gaze back to his notebook.

“You’re practically twitching,” you pointed out, leaning back in your chair. “Just spit it out, Bakugou. I don’t have time for you to brood all night.”

His jaw tightened, and he rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping. “Tch. Fine,” he grumbled, still not looking at you. “What do you think about relationships?”

The question caught you off guard. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. “What do I think about relationships? Where’s this coming from?”

He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant, but the tips of his ears were burning red. “Just answer the damn question.”

You smirked, deciding to press him a little. “Well, they’re fine, I guess. It depends on the people. Why? You thinking about someone?”

His leg started bouncing again, and he clenched his fist on the desk. “I asked you first.”

“Fine,” you relented. “I think relationships are… complicated. But if both people care enough to make it work, then they’re worth it.”

Bakugou nodded slowly, as if he was turning your words over in his head. Then, after a long pause, he spoke. “I like you.”

The words were quiet but firm, and they hung in the air between you like a challenge.

“You… what?” you said, blinking at him in disbelief.

He scowled, his face turning red as he finally met your eyes. “I said I like you. Have for a while. You’re… different from everyone else.”

“Different?” you repeated, still trying to process his sudden confession.

“You don’t take shit from anyone,” he continued, his voice gruff. “Not from me, not from anyone else. You call me out when I’m being an ass, and you’re not afraid to stand up to me. It pisses me off, but I… I like it. I like you.”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out.

He glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I’d do anything to make sure you only looked at me like that. I want…” His voice dropped to a mutter. “I want you to keep being like that, but only with me.”

There was a beat of silence before you laughed—not a cruel laugh, but a soft, incredulous one.

His head snapped up, and his expression darkened. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“Wait!” you said quickly, reaching out to grab his hand before he could pull away. “I’m not laughing at you, Bakugou. I’m laughing because you caught me off guard.”

He stared at you, his eyes searching your face for any hint of mockery.

“I like you too,” you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I didn’t think you’d ever say anything, though. I mean, you’re not exactly the most open person in the world.”

His scowl softened, and he huffed. “Yeah, well… you’re not exactly easy to ignore.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “So what now, Mr. Hotshot Hero? You going to take me on a proper date or what?”

His lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk playing at the edges. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you teased.

Bakugou let out another soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he finally relaxed. His hand, still in yours, gave a hesitant squeeze. You could see the corners of his lips twitching, as if he was trying not to smile too much.

“I guess I’ll figure something out,” he muttered, the tips of his ears still pink.

“Figure something out?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You better. I’ve got high standards, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though there was no bite to his words. “You think I don’t know that by now?”

You smirked and leaned back in your chair, your fingers still intertwined with his. “Good. Because if you’re gonna try to date me, you’re in for a challenge.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, the competitive spark in them flaring to life. “Tch. You think I can’t handle you?”

“Guess you’ll have to prove me wrong,” you shot back, tilting your head with a teasing grin.

Bakugou stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, and leaned down so that his face was level with yours. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Fine,” he said, his voice low and firm. “I’ll prove it. Just don’t back down on me now, got it?”

You felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks, but you refused to break eye contact. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a second, you thought he might kiss you then and there, but instead, he straightened up and released your hand, his usual confident smirk firmly in place. “Good. Now, let’s get back to studying before you fail and blame me for distracting you.”

“Excuse me?” you shot back, grabbing your textbook. “You’re the one who started this whole thing, Bakugou!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with a wave of his hand, already plopping back down in his chair.

Despite his words, the way his gaze softened whenever he glanced your way didn’t go unnoticed. And you couldn’t help but feel that this was only the beginning of something bigger—something that neither of you could ignore any longer.

okay tumblr keeps fucking with me and posted this yesterday ☺️ but i deleted it and reposted it and will no longer be using the queue option :p

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“Tied Up in Tinsel”

Sub! Izuku Midoriya x Dom AFAB! Reader

| cw: nsfw, piv sex, bondage/restraints, miss, afab reader, nicknames for izuku, MDNI 18+

| a/n: day 9 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

Fuck.

You had Izuku’s hands tied up in red sparkly tinsel up at the post of the bed. “Oh my god miss please..” he muttered mouth agape and eyes screwed closed. Your tongue was on his tip slowly licking the most sensitive part of him.

You could hear the tinsel stretching against his skin as he squirmed red in the face. “Please what ‘zuku?” You look up taking your mouth off him, letting your hand lazily stroke him. Your face was the prettiest thing in the world to him. Having you stare into his eyes like that almost broke him.

Izuku didn’t know what he was pleading for. If anything he just wanted your attention even though you spoiled him with it every second of the day. His original intention for the night was for you to come home to him wrapped up for you. And that is what happened, but you decided to be mean and tie him up to tease him a bit.

Which brings you back to now, your sweet Izuku struggling to think about what it is he wants from you. “want your…” He started off well, but you didn’t quite here the last part. You slowed down your pace and loosened your grip as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think I heard that ‘zu.” Even with the nickname your tone was still sharp. He squirmed and let out a whine, “miss please,” again with the whining and trying you to persuade you with his pretty little sounds.

But it wouldn’t work this time, you took your hand off his cock completely and sat up. He tugged at the tinsel and let out a silent sob that made you smile. “Awh pretty what’s wrong?” you bring your hand to his face loving how red his cheeks got when he was all worked up.

“I want you to sit on my cock please…” He finally opened his eyes to look at you, pleading to you to give him more. A smile made its way to your face, and you gave him a little peck on the corner of his mouth.

Unlike Izuku you were still fully clothed, not with much but nevertheless clothed. You sat back on his legs and began to undress, unclasping and sliding your bra off of your shoulders. You saw his eyes widen as you propped yourself up a bit to take off your panties. To be honest you’d gotten quite wet listening to your sweet boyfriends moans.

Even after making him wait his cock was just as hard as it was before. You took hold of him and he let out a little gasp. You settled yourself right on top of his cock and he was already trying to grind up into you.

“Oh please I’ve been so good miss,” He looked at you, trying to lean forward into you or move his hips up a bit to get what he’s been wanting all night. You yourself were starting to get a little needy too, so you decided to just give in.

Sinking down on him he instantly starts letting out drawn out “o-oo”’s and a little “fuck miss” while throwing his head back. You could really see him straining his hands, trying his best not to break the thin tinsel.

“Thank you miss, thank you soso much,” You could tell how much your boyfriend needed that, and with the way you fell into rhythm you did as well. “This is all you wanted huh baby? So much better than your hand right?” You say speeding up your pace putting a hand in his hair.

As you continued to move up and down on him, his words became more and more incoherent, but the pleasure in his voice was unmistakable. You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling his head back slightly, and leaned in close to his ear. "You're so sweet when you're like this, 'zuku," you whispered, your breath sending shivers down his spine.

Izuku's eyes were closed, and his face was scrunched up in a mixture of pleasure and effort, as he tried to hold back his orgasm. But you could tell he was getting close, his hips bucking up into you with increasing urgency. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him.

Suddenly, Izuku's eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. "M-miss, p-please..." he stuttered, his voice cracking with need. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden intensity. "What is it, baby?" you asked, slowing your pace slightly.

Izuku took a deep breath, his chest heaving with exertion. "I...I want to come," he whispered, his voice barely audible. You chuckled, a low, husky sound, and leaned in close to his ear again. "You want to come, baby?" you repeated, your voice dripping with amusement. "You have to ask me nicely, then."

Izuku's face went even redder, and he looked up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and desperation. "P-please, miss...may I cum?" he stuttered, his voice shaking with need. You smiled, feeling a surge of power and control. "Not yet, baby," you whispered, your voice firm but gentle. "You have to wait a little longer."

Izuku's face fell, and he let out a disappointed whine, but you just laughed and continued to move up and down on him, teasing him with your pace and your touch.

As you continued to tease Izuku, he began to squirm and struggle against the tinsel, his eyes fixed on yours with a desperate plea. You could see the frustration and need building up inside him, and you knew that you were pushing him to his limits.

But you weren't done with him yet. You slowed your pace, almost stopping, and leaned in close to his ear. "You're so close, baby," you whispered, your breath sending shivers down his spine. "But you have to wait. You have to be patient."

Izuku let out a whine, his face scrunched up in frustration, and he tried to buck his hips up into you. But you were too strong, and you held him down, your hands on his hips, keeping him in place.

Suddenly, you felt a surge of excitement and pleasure, and you knew that you were getting close to your own orgasm. You started to move faster, your pace quickening, and Izuku's eyes went wide as he felt you tighten around him.

"Oh, miss..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, and you knew that he was on the edge, too. You leaned in close to his ear, your lips brushing against his skin. "Cum with me, baby," you whispered, your voice husky with need.

Izuku's eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "Y-yes, miss..." he stuttered, and you felt him start to come undone, his body shuddering and convulsing beneath you.

You felt your own orgasm building, and you let out a moan of pleasure as you came, your body tightening around Izuku's. You felt him fill you, his warmth spreading through you, and you knew that you were both lost in the moment, our bodies connected in a way that was both intimate and primal.

As you came down from your orgasm, you felt Izuku's body relax beneath you, his chest heaving with exertion. You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure, and leaned in close to his ear. "You were so good, baby," you whispered, your voice soft and gentle. "You're always so good for me."

Izuku's face went red, and he looked up at you, his eyes shining with happiness and adoration. "I'm always happy to please you, miss," he whispered, his voice barely audible, and you knew that he was yours, completely and utterly yours.

okay this is a longer one, also first full smut on this account; for some reason my tumblr won’t let me link the chapters so hopefully it will soon because they are starting to get buried in my feed :(

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“Holiday Family Chaos”

Bakugou Family x Gn! Reader

| cw: swearing, typical bakugou family shenanigans

| a/n: day 8 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

The Bakugou household was everything you imagined—and more. The warmth of the home was matched only by the sheer chaos that followed Katsuki everywhere he went, and it didn’t take long for you to see where he got it from.

“Katsuki, why didn’t you tell us they were this adorable?!” Mitsuki exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug the second you stepped inside the house.

“Don’t suffocate them,” Katsuki grumbled, rolling his eyes as he tugged at the collar of his jacket.

“Shut it, brat,” Mitsuki shot back before pulling back to look at you. “Ignore him. You must be starving—come to the kitchen. Oh! I bet you’ve got stories about what he’s like when he’s not here to terrorize us!”

Before you could respond, Masaru appeared, offering you a kind smile and a warm handshake. “I hope the ride wasn’t too long. Katsuki’s been talking about this visit all week.”

“DAD!” Katsuki’s cheeks turned a bright red, and he shot his father a glare.

You stifled a laugh, glancing at him. “Really? He made it sound like you guys forced him into it.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Katsuki stalked past you, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder as he dropped it unceremoniously onto a table. “Go sit down or something. I’m not gonna babysit you all day.”

Mitsuki huffed, crossing her arms as she shot her son a sharp look. “Katsuki, really? You couldn’t even grab their bag for them? What kind of host are you?”

“They’ve got their own hands,” Katsuki muttered, but his ears burned bright red as he avoided looking at you.

“Unbelievable,” Mitsuki scoffed, stepping forward to take your bag. “Here, honey, let me—”

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” you quickly said, grabbing it back from her. “It’s not that heavy, I promise.”

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow before her gaze slid back to her son. “See? You’re lucky they’re polite. If it were me, I’d have thrown the bag at your head by now.”

Katsuki growled low in his throat, muttering something about “meddling parents” as he stormed off toward the kitchen.

You stifled a laugh, your eyes following him before turning back to Mitsuki. “So, uh… where should I put my stuff?”

“Oh!” Mitsuki’s expression softened instantly, her grin warm and welcoming. “You’ll be in the guest room down the hall. It’s right next to Katsuki’s room, but don’t worry—his snoring won’t keep you up. Though, if he gives you trouble, you let me know. I’ll take care of him.”

“Mom,” Katsuki barked from the kitchen doorway, glaring at her.

“Relax, I’m kidding,” she teased, though her smirk said otherwise. She leaned in a little, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Honestly, though, he should be helping you settle in. If he doesn’t, just yell for me. He still listens to me—even if he pretends not to.”

You chuckled, nodding as you adjusted the strap of your bag. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Mitsuki waved you off with a grin, already heading toward the kitchen. “Now, go set your things down and come back for lunch. I made way too much food, as usual.”

As you made your way to the guest room, you couldn’t help but notice Katsuki’s grumbles trailing through the house. Something about “overbearing moms” and “not a damn kid anymore.” You smiled to yourself, shaking your head. This was going to be an interesting visit.

Lunch was a lively affair, with Mitsuki’s sharp humor and Masaru’s gentle encouragement balancing each other out perfectly. Katsuki, as expected, spent most of the time grumbling into his food, though he softened whenever you laughed at one of Mitsuki’s jokes.

“Honestly, though,” Mitsuki began, turning her attention to you, “how do you deal with him at school? I can barely stand him at home.”

You smirked, glancing at Katsuki, whose scowl deepened. “Oh, it’s not so bad. He’s not as scary as he pretends to be.”

Katsuki froze mid-bite, glaring at you. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mitsuki cackled, clapping her hands together. “I like this one, Katsuki. They keep you on your toes.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, but the slight twitch of his lips told you he wasn’t as annoyed as he let on.

After lunch, you and Mitsuki tackled the dishes together, chatting easily while Katsuki and Masaru set up the living room for some family card games. Katsuki occasionally peeked into the kitchen, his brows furrowed as if to check on you.

“You’ve really got him wrapped around your finger, you know,” Mitsuki said, glancing at her son through the doorway.

“What?” You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks.

She grinned knowingly. “Oh, come on. He’s never acted like this for anyone else. He’s lucky you’re patient with him—he needs someone who doesn’t put up with his nonsense.”

You smiled softly, glancing at Katsuki again. “Well, he’s worth it.”

Mitsuki chuckled, patting your shoulder. “Good answer. Now, go easy on him during cards. If you beat him too badly, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

You laughed, grabbing a towel to dry your hands before heading into the living room. Katsuki glanced up as you entered, his gaze lingering for a moment before he quickly looked away.

“Ready to lose?” you teased, plopping down next to him on the couch.

“In your dreams,” he shot back, though his smirk lacked its usual bite.

The evening only got more entertaining from there. Mitsuki demanded stories about Katsuki’s school life, leaning into every detail with wide eyes and amused gasps, while Masaru offered you a steady stream of cookies and cocoa.

“Wait, wait—he did what?” Mitsuki howled when you recounted Katsuki losing a bet to Kirishima and having to wear a ridiculous outfit during their last hangout. Katsuki groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Why do you even talk to them?” Katsuki grumbled, glaring at you, though his expression was more flustered than angry.

“Because it’s fun watching you squirm,” you teased, reaching out to poke his arm.

Mitsuki cackled and started shuffling the cards with an air of mischief. “All right, let’s see how this ‘number one hero’ handles a little game of strategy. We’re playing Spades. Partner up!”

You and Katsuki exchanged glances before he sighed. “Fine, but don’t screw this up,” he muttered, his tone tinged with faux irritation.

“Oh, you’re blaming me already?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “This’ll be fun.”

The game kicked off with Mitsuki proving herself a ruthless competitor, her playful banter keeping everyone on their toes.

“Katsuki, what the hell was that move?” Mitsuki jeered after he accidentally overbid during a round.

“Shut it, old hag,” Katsuki snapped, but his ears turned red as he glared at his cards.

“Don’t worry, we’ll carry you,” you teased, bumping your knee against his.

The playful atmosphere thickened as the game progressed, filled with Mitsuki’s sharp quips, Masaru’s quiet but clever plays, and Katsuki’s dramatic groans every time you teased him.

By the end of the game, Mitsuki was declared the champion, much to Katsuki’s chagrin.

“Damn it, this is rigged,” he grumbled, crossing his arms as Mitsuki basked in her victory.

“Oh, don’t be such a sore loser, Katsuki,” Mitsuki taunted, ruffling his hair.

Katsuki batted her hand away, muttering under his breath, but his grumpiness softened as your laugh filled the room.

As the night wound down, everyone settled into their spots on the couches and armchairs, the scent of hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies filling the air. Katsuki had finally relaxed a little, sitting close enough that your knees brushed, though he still scowled every time his mom teased him.

Masaru handed you another cookie, smiling warmly. “You fit right in with us, you know.”

Mitsuki grinned as she leaned forward, her tone conspiratorial. “So, you’re sticking around for New Year’s, right? You can’t leave us with just him for that long.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!” Katsuki barked, glaring at her.

But as his hand brushed against yours on the couch and lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, you couldn’t help but smile. He might not say it outright, but you could tell he didn’t mind the idea of you staying one bit.

Okay this is that last bakugou piece but after ficmas I got you guys !!

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First Christmas Together

Shouta Aizawa x Gn! Reader

| cw: light intimacy

| a/n: day 13 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

It was your first Christmas together as a couple, and everything about it felt like a new chapter. You and Shouta had been together for a while now, but between his busy work schedule and your own, this holiday marked your first real celebration as partners.

The apartment was small but cozy, decorated with string lights that glowed softly in the dim room. A small tree sat in the corner, adorned with mismatched ornaments—just how you liked it. No pressure to make everything perfect, just a warm, comfortable space to spend the day with the person you cared about.

Shouta was lounging on the couch, his favorite black hoodie draped over him, eyes half-closed in that way he did when he was relaxed. You were in the kitchen, attempting to finish off the last of your Christmas dinner prep, but the smell of roasted vegetables and something sweet was filling the apartment and making everything feel a little magical.

He hadn’t been great at gift-giving in the past, and you didn’t expect that to change this year, but it didn’t matter. The thought of having him here, of sharing this time with him, was everything you needed. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had a little surprise waiting for you.

As you put the finishing touches on dinner, you felt his presence in the kitchen doorway. “Smells good in here,” he mumbled, his voice a little hoarse from the constant use of his voice. You turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his face softening when he saw you.

“I know,” you said, smirking. “I’m cooking, and now you’re just standing there looking like you want something.”

His lips twitched into a small, half-smile, though it was quickly hidden behind a yawn. “I didn’t say I wanted anything.” He took a few steps closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face. You could see the soft expression in his eyes—something unspoken but felt between the two of you.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t burn it,” he added, his tone low and teasing.

You laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of his presence around you. You leaned into his touch, and for a moment, the world outside felt distant and irrelevant. It was just the two of you, in this small, cozy space, making this day your own.

You finished dinner together, laughing over small mishaps and the quiet moments in between. The meal wasn’t perfect, but it was shared—and that was all that mattered.

Later, after dinner, you found yourselves under the soft glow of the Christmas lights, exchanging gifts. Shouta handed you a small, carefully wrapped box, his usual lack of fanfare replaced by a quiet tenderness.

You opened it slowly, and inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—an old book, one you’d mentioned wanting to read a few months ago.

“Not the most exciting gift,” Shouta muttered, looking away, “but I thought you might like it.”

You were genuinely touched. The small thoughtfulness meant more to you than any extravagant gift could. “It’s perfect,” you said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek.

A slightly awkward silence followed, but it was comfortable. Then, you gently nudged him, a mischievous grin crossing your face. “Okay, your turn.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as you handed him a box of his own. He opened it to reveal a soft, hand knit blanket that was a moody dark red. The knits were big but together tightly.

“Something for when you finally take a break,” you teased, watching his face soften. He didn’t say much, but the way his hand brushed against yours, the brief moment of eye contact, said everything.

You leaned in closer resting your head on his shoulder, “I love times like this” you closed your eyes and breathed in the warm scent that came with the holiday.

You could feel him nod and relax his shoulder some. His hand made its way around your waist and he held you a bit closer. You reached for his scarf tugging it down a bit and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

The innocent intimate moments that you both share is better than anything you may have thought you would enjoy. The TV screen flickered with a cheesy hallmark movie.

The night wrapped up with you both sitting together on the couch, the fire crackling in the background, a comfortable buzz from the TV settling between you. Aizawa, always so serious and composed, had let down his guard just enough to share this small, intimate moment with you.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered, looking up at him.

He gave you that rare, small smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, happy Christmas.”

And just like that, everything felt right.

okay supa cute hope you guys like this!!

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“Midnight Kisses”

Todoroki Shoto x Gn! Reader

| cw: slight awkwardness, new years kiss

| a/n: day 12 - sorry for the delay tried posting earlier and it didn’t and then tumblr said it drafted and it didn’t so…

| wc: n/a

The air buzzed with anticipation as the seconds ticked closer to midnight. You stood in the crowded living room, the soft hum of voices blending with music as everyone gathered for the countdown. Shoto lingered at your side, his usual calm presence grounding amid the excitement.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you teased, nudging him lightly. “Not feeling the New Year’s spirit?”

He glanced at you, his mismatched eyes soft under the dim string lights. “I’ve never been one for loud celebrations,” he admitted, “but… this isn’t so bad.”

You smiled at his honesty, leaning a little closer as the room collectively began the ten-second countdown. Shoto shifted, and for a moment, you thought you felt his gaze linger on you—thought you saw the way his hand brushed against his side like he wanted to reach out.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” the crowd erupted. Cheers, laughter, and clinking glasses filled the room as confetti popped into the air.

“Happy New Year, Shoto,” you said, turning to face him. His expression was unreadable, but there was something intense in the way he looked at you—a rare vulnerability you weren’t used to seeing.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured, his voice low. Then, after a beat, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of the question, but his earnest tone made your heart skip. “Y-You want to kiss me?”

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I do. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of the question, but his earnest tone made your heart skip. “Y-You want to kiss me?”

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I do. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

The honesty in his voice rendered you speechless, and before you could second-guess yourself, you nodded. Shoto’s hand rose, his fingers brushing against your cheek like you were something fragile. His thumb lingered near the corner of your lips, and for a moment, the entire room seemed to fade, the laughter and chatter becoming a distant hum.

“Tell me to stop if—” he began softly, but you silenced him by leaning in.

His lips met yours with a tenderness you hadn’t expected, warm and careful, as though he was savoring the moment. It wasn’t rushed or clumsy—just the perfect balance of gentle exploration and unspoken emotion. You could feel the faint chill of his right hand as it cupped your jaw, a contrast to the warmth pooling in your chest.

When you pulled away, just slightly, your foreheads touched. Shoto’s breathing was uneven, and his eyes searched yours, as if trying to memorize every detail. “You’re more than I deserve,” he murmured, his words barely audible but heavy with sincerity.

You smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “Don’t say things like that,” you whispered. “You’re enough for me—always.”

The room had settled into a quieter buzz around you, but neither of you noticed. Shoto’s lips twitched into a rare, soft smile. “I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life,” he said, his voice filled with conviction.

“Good,” you teased lightly, your hand lingering on his. “Because it’s the first of many.”

A cheer erupted behind you as someone popped another bottle of champagne, and Shoto’s hand slipped into yours, lacing your fingers together. “Let’s step outside,” he suggested, a hint of shyness returning to his tone. “Just for a little while.”

You let him lead you to the balcony, where the cold night air greeted you. Snow fell lazily, blanketing the city in a soft glow. Shoto tugged you closer, wrapping his scarf around both of you without hesitation. You laughed at the gesture, resting your head against his shoulder.

“It’s a good start to the year,” you said quietly, feeling his arm tighten around you.

“The best,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

And as the first snow of the New Year fell, you knew there was no place you’d rather be.

This is okay at best tomorrows is one that I feel is a little better so look forward to that! Hopefully the rest of the month will run smoothly because I am almost done with my finals!!

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“Frostfire Confession”

Best Friend! Prince Zuko x Gender Neutral! Reader

| cw: tension, sfw, light teasing, cuteness

| a/n: day 21—sorry for the delay I wanted to write the last entries before posting this one, but four days left don’t mind that this one is a bit shorter :/

| wc: n/a

The bonfire burned brightly against the snowy backdrop, casting golden light over the clearing. The cold nipped at your cheeks, but the warmth of the flames—and a certain firebender—kept you from feeling the chill too deeply.

Zuko stood a few feet away from the group, arms crossed and looking broody as ever. He stared into the fire like it held all the answers to his problems, but you knew better. Brooding Zuko meant overthinking Zuko, and overthinking Zuko usually meant trouble.

With a grin tugging at your lips, you grabbed a cup of warm cider from the table and strolled over to him. “Careful, if you glare at the fire too hard, it might glare back.”

Zuko glanced at you, his golden eyes softening a little before he huffed. “Very funny.”

You held out the cider. “Here. Maybe this will lighten the mood before you scare everyone into thinking the Fire Nation’s planning another invasion.”

His lips twitched like he was trying not to smile, but he took the cup anyway. “I’m not that scary.”

You leaned in, pretending to examine him closely. “Hmm… no, you’re right. Brooding doesn’t suit you. I think it’s more of an ‘angsty prince’ thing.”

He shot you a look, but there was no real annoyance behind it. “Thanks for the reminder.”

The banter was easy, natural, but the way his eyes lingered on yours felt… different. Charged. You could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface, and it made your heart race.

“Alright,” you said, taking a step closer. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m not weird,” he said a little too quickly, taking a sip of the cider. “I’m fine.”

“Zuko.” You crossed your arms and gave him a knowing look. “You’re doing the thing where you act all mysterious and broody. Spill it.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing.”

“Uh-huh.” You weren’t buying it. Grinning mischievously, you nudged him with your shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me. Is it the holiday cheer? Too much snow? Or did someone eat the last dumpling before you got to it?”

That got a tiny laugh out of him, but he quickly schooled his expression. “It’s not about dumplings.”

“Then what?” you pressed, your smile softening.

For a moment, Zuko just stared at you, his eyes searching yours. Then, before you could react, he grabbed your hand and tugged you behind one of the nearby trees, away from the fire and the others.

“Zuko!” you laughed, stumbling after him. “What are you—”

“I like you, okay?” he blurted, his face flushing—not from the fire, but from sheer mortification. “Actually, no. I don’t just like you. I—ugh, this is so stupid—”

“Stupid?” you interrupted, still laughing, though your heart was racing. “You dragged me out here just to insult me?”

“No!” His eyes widened in panic. “That’s not what I meant!” He groaned, burying his face in his hands for a moment before looking at you again. “What I meant is… I think I’m in love with you. No… I know I do, it’s been driving me crazy, and I can’t keep it in anymore.”

Your laughter died in your throat as his words sank in. “Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh,’” he said, his voice dripping with self-deprecation. “This was a terrible idea. Forget I said anything—”

“Zuko.”

He stopped mid-ramble, looking at you nervously.

“Shut up.”

His eyes widened, but before he could respond, you grabbed his scarf and pulled him down into a kiss. For a moment, he froze, but then he melted into it, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back with all the fire he usually kept locked away.

When you finally pulled back, his lips were parted, his face redder than the firelight, and his expression was utterly dazed.

“So,” you teased, trying to hide your own nervous fluttering, “did that live up to the angsty romantic confession you had planned, or should I try again?”

He blinked, then let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” you said, grinning as you looped your arms around his neck. “Hopelessly in love with me.”

Zuko shook his head, though his smirk remained. “You’re going to be unbearable about this, aren’t you?”

“Unbearable? Me?” You feigned shock, your grin widening. “I think you mean charming and irresistible.” you clasped your hands in front of your chest.

“Uh-huh,” he deadpanned, though his arms stayed securely around you. “I’m starting to rethink this whole confession thing.”

“Too late now, Fire Prince.” You gave his scarf a playful tug. “You’re stuck with me.”

Zuko’s laugh was soft, his forehead resting against yours as his breath warmed the space between you. “You know,” he murmured, “You’re saying it like I wouldn’t want that.”

A shout from the bonfire interrupted the moment. “Hey, lovebirds! Are you hiding, or can we expect you back before the cider’s gone?”

You both turned to see your friends waving, clearly having caught on. Zuko groaned, burying his face in your shoulder. “I should’ve confessed somewhere quieter.”

You patted his back with a laugh. “C’mon, your highness. Let’s go before they start making bets on us.”

Reluctantly, Zuko let you lead him back to the group, though his hand stayed firmly in yours. As you rejoined the circle around the fire, everyone grinned knowingly, but for once, Zuko didn’t seem to mind.

Sitting by the fire, his hand still holding yours, he leaned in close and whispered, “Just so you know, this doesn’t mean you’ve won.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “Oh, Zuko. I already won the moment you kissed me.”

He rolled his eyes, but the slight curve of his lips betrayed him. And as the fire crackled, snowflakes dancing in the air, the night ended in warmth and laughter—together.

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General Prohero Izuku Headcanons Pt. 1

| cw: 18+ mdni, sub! bakugou, dom! gn reader, fluff, nsfw, edging,

| a/n: sorry this is so short. I just thought of these and didn't want to wait for more to come to mind, check the masterlist soon there should be a fic uploaded in a few days!

| wc: 129

prohero! izuku starts to fidget around with his gloves when he talks to you. it's like a silent way of expressing his feelings, and you've learned to gently hold his hands to calm him down. "no need to feel anxious 'zuku." your voice was like silk it calmed him down so easily

prohero! izuku who has a habit of talking through complex quirk scenarios and battle strategies with you. even if you aren't a hero, he values your perspective. you'll catch him mumbling to himself about quirks while he's brushing his teeth or making dinner.

prohero! izuku sends mid-day selfies and messages like "thinking of you<3!" while on patrol. if he sees something in the city that reminds him of you, or a place he wants to take you he snaps a picture and sends it your way. it's his way of sharing the little things with you, even when he's not around.

prohero! izuku who has a special jacket that he sometimes wears on patrol that becomes your makeshift blanket when he's not home. you'll head to a quiet spot and lie down and when he gets home he'll find you snuggled up it. it never fails to put a smile on his face, and he might even crack a joke. "looks like it's found a new companion!"

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“Spiked Eggnog”

Class 1A x Gn! Reader

| cw: one use of y/n, alcohol use, potential mild intoxication, slightly nsfw

| a/n: day 6 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

The UA College dorms were alive with holiday cheer, with garlands draped across the walls and twinkling lights reflecting off the windows. Kaminari, ever the holiday enthusiast, had organized a festive party complete with eggnog, karaoke, and Bakugo’s begrudging presence.

You found yourself in the kitchen, pouring cups of eggnog while keeping an eye on the mischievous duo of Mina and Kaminari. Their whispers and glances toward the punch bowl made you suspicious.

“What are you two up to?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Nothing!” Mina said with a too-wide grin. Kaminari, however, looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Before you could press further, Kirishima appeared, clapping Kaminari on the back with his usual infectious grin. “C’mon, man, leave the eggnog alone! You’ve got karaoke next, and I picked the song.”

Kaminari groaned dramatically but was quickly dragged away, leaving Mina to give you an innocent shrug. “Just making the party more fun!” she said cryptically before skipping off.

You were about to shrug it off yourself when Jirou slid up beside you, sipping cautiously from her cup. “This tastes…different,” she murmured, her eyebrow quirking up as she inspected the drink.

You took a cautious sip from your own cup. It was different—a warm, slightly spicy burn lingered after the sweetness. Your suspicion grew.

And then chaos ensued.

First, it was Iida. Always the responsible one, he’d gulped down a whole glass of eggnog before realizing something was amiss. He cleared his throat loudly, cheeks flushed. “As future Pro Heroes, we should set an example and not indulge in this! Who is responsible for this…misstep?”

But as he wobbled slightly while gesturing for everyone to put their cups down, it was clear the eggnog had already started working its magic on him.

“Aw, chill, Iida,” Kaminari said, visibly more relaxed than usual as he leaned on Kirishima. “It’s the holidays! Let’s just enjoy the moment. Right, Bakugo?”

Bakugo, who had been standing stiffly in a corner, scowled. “Don’t drag me into your dumbass antics.”

Unfortunately for him, Mina had already dragged him into it, slipping a cup into his hand earlier. His glare softened—just a little—as he leaned against the wall.

“Fine. But if any of you extras get too loud, I’m blowing this whole party up,” Bakugo growled, though the faint pink tint to his cheeks suggested the eggnog was starting to hit him too.

Mina snickered, clearly proud of her handiwork, while Todoroki, who had been quietly sipping his own drink, suddenly spoke up.

“This reminds me of the winter festival at my family estate,” he mused, his usual deadpan tone slightly looser. “My father tried to one-up the Todoroki Eggnog Recipe Competition by using brandy… My mother called him a ‘pretentious idiot.’ It was the highlight of the year.”

Everyone paused, stunned.

“Todoroki…did you just make a joke?” you asked, wide-eyed.

He tilted his head, genuinely confused. “Did I?”

The group erupted into laughter, even Bakugo’s scowl twitching into something that could almost be mistaken for a smile.

Soon, karaoke began, and the spiked eggnog’s effects became more apparent. Kirishima and Kaminari belted out an off-key rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You, with Kaminari dramatically dropping to his knees during the chorus.

“I didn’t know he could hit those notes,” you whispered to Jirou, who was recording the entire thing with a sly smirk.

“I don’t think his vocal cords did either,” she replied.

Meanwhile, Ochaco and Deku sat on the couch, both clearly tipsy. Deku’s face was bright red as Ochaco giggled uncontrollably at something he’d said. “You’re so earnest, Izuku!” she managed between laughs, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Th-That’s just…um, how I am?” Deku stammered, trying his best to keep his composure despite looking like his brain had short-circuited.

The true highlight, however, came when Bakugo and you found yourselves dragged into a game of truth or dare.

“Bakugo,” Mina drawled, her grin devious as she spun the bottle toward him. “Truth or dare?”

“Tch. Dare,” he snapped, crossing his arms.

Mina’s eyes sparkled. “I dare you to…give y/n a compliment. A genuine one!”

The room went silent. All eyes were on Bakugo, whose scowl deepened as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Are you serious?” he barked.

“Rules are rules!” Kaminari chimed in, barely holding back laughter.

Bakugo groaned, running a hand through his hair. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, his usual fiery confidence seemed to falter. Then, in a gruff voice, he muttered, “You’re…not as useless as the rest of these idiots. And your laugh’s not annoying.”

The room collectively gasped.

“Was that…a compliment?” Jirou teased.

“Shut up!” Bakugo barked, his face now as red as his hero costume.

You couldn’t help but laugh—a soft, warm sound that made his eyes flicker toward you again, just briefly.

As the night wore on, everyone began winding down. Iida had fallen asleep with a cup of eggnog still in his hand, while Todoroki was thoughtfully hanging ornaments on Bakugo, who had dozed off on the couch, muttering threats in his sleep.

You sat next to Kirishima, watching the soft glow of the fairy lights cast a cozy warmth over the room. “This was a good idea,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’s not the holidays without a little chaos,” he replied with a chuckle.

And as Kaminari began another round of karaoke with a heartfelt but horrendous rendition of Last Christmas, you couldn’t help but agree.

Sorry this is late I rewrote it like three times and still don’t like it, tomorrow’s is way better so look forward to the 7th!

dividers by @anitalenia !!

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|| NSFW ALPHABET || YAN SUB! ILLUMI ZOLDYCK ||

Wanted to do a little nsfw alphabet for the Illumi that will be in the series so you guys can get an idea of his ways!

A - Aftercare

Illumi has never truly done it before, so when you did finally fuck him you can definitely believe that you taught him everything he needed to know. He wasn’t very loud or affectionate which didn’t really bother you, especially because he really didn’t know what he himself wanted from you. So you just held him in your arms and gave him a few little kisses here and there. You guys can work on it, everything needs some progress with him.

B - Body Part | on him and you |

Illumi is obsessed with his hands, and truly because he uses them for everything. Obviously the assassin is very skilled when it comes to using his hands, but that’s not the main reason as to why he likes them. When you finally let him get close, he didn’t hesitate to put his hands all over you. Let his fingers trace through your hair or curl it around his finger. Although he’s a bit awkward with it, stiff but curious. And of course his hands can be useful for many other things as well, but we can get into that later.

C - Cum

He is FULL of it, like absolutely packed full of cum. Sure he may have fucked once or twice before but never for his pleasure. Illumi never cared for a significant other, or messing around with people even though he could. So when he first touched himself to the thought of you the mess he made was unbelievable. He didn’t know why his dick would get all hard when he would think of you, but it didn’t really matter to him because it felt so good when he thought of that pretty face of yours. And so when he first cum to the thought of you, copious amounts of cum were flowing out of him.

D - Dirty Secret

Illumi definitely has a few, one of them being that he snuck into your hotel room when you were away and looked and touched every. single. item you owned. His big black eyes carefully watching everything, grazing his fingers over all the small trinkets you had. Since this hotel was where you resided long term for a mission you had plenty of clothing there. So of course, Illumi made his way to the dresser full of clothes, and of course the first drawer he opened was full of your panties and bras. Illumi can’t really blush, but he definitely felt warm when the blood rushed right down to his then hardening...

E - Experience

Like stated earlier, it’s not like Illumi is a virgin but more so he really just had no intention of having sex. He does somewhat know what to do, at least by assumption. Illumi never was in a position to worry about making someone else feel good, so he definitely needs to work on that. But besides that he can definitely get the job done, or at least that what he believes before he feels your touch.

F - Favorite position

He is in LOVE with cowgirl, solely because he needs to see your face and he enjoys the way it makes him feel like you could do whatever you want with him. Looking up at you while you grind down on his cock truly makes him harder. Feeling your body pressed against his when he sits up, oh and the way you like to pull on his hair drives him insane. Pulling his hair while leaving marks on his neck and squeezing down on his cock is his favorite combination.

G - Goofy

Sadly this man doesn’t have a goofy hair on his body. I’m not sure he can even laugh it’s a bit concerning, but that doesn’t really matter to you. Because if you guys are doing it you’d rather hear a mon slip from his lips than a laugh.

H - Hair

Illumi is completely shaven down there, prior to even showing his body off to anyone. Illumi just enjoys the way his skin feels with no hair on it. His skin is definitely smoother than expected, even his hands, and it’s truly because Illumi just loves feeling free.

I - Intimacy

Previously no, Illumi was intimate with no one and had no care for being intimate with someone. And truly it takes a while for the two of you to get romantically involved with each other. Though it does eventually happen, and when it does Illumi is unrecognizable. His obsession with you is so strong that we you do accept his attention he doesn’t ever want to let go. So when you guys get intimate he usually has his arms wrapped around you at all times.

J - Jack Off

Naturally he didn’t really do it often before or at all honestly. But once he met you, he couldn’t help but do it practically everyday. I don’t want to say he doesn’t know what to do, but it definitely doesn’t satisfy him as much as your hand does in his future. But for the time being his hand is on his cock whenever he finds the time. And he doesn’t stop after he cums either, keeping almost the same pace throwing his head back bucking up into his hand wishing it was something else.

K - Kink(s)

somnophilia - He is obsessed with the idea of you touching him in his sleep and using him all you want. Illumi sleeps fully naked because he has no fear of danger making its way to him ever, so with that being said he’s always expecting you to do the most depraved things to him while he sleeps comfortably next to you.

vouyerism - Illumi has a growing interest in seeing you touch yourself. It kind of ties into another kink that he has but for the most part he just got accustomed to watching you when you would sit there and play with yourself with no knowledge of him being there made him double over in pleasure.

bondage - He needs you to tie him up, sit on his chest, and use your fingers to make yourself feel good. It’s like a love hate relationship that he’s built with the ropes. Illumi wants to put his hands all over you once you let him, but he also likes the feeling that washes over him when you don’t let him. It’s not hard for him to break through but that doesn’t matter because he just wants to listen to you.

L - Location

Anywhere. If you let him, he will do anything you want (he planed on doing that anyway). Although he has a special love for your room in your home. You have it decorated with all your favorite things, and it’s truly the best place to fuck. Like the things you end up doing to him there are so ridiculously lewd.

M - Motivation | What turns him on |

If you were to ask him he would definitely just say a simple “you.” but there is a little more to it. You truly turn him into your slut, and he loves that so much. The way you talk to him like he can’t kill you (or make an attempt) also turns him on. A little weird but he also has a weird interest in your clothes, like Illumi obviously has money so sometimes he’ll take you out just so he can watch you try on clothes. I don’t want to say exactly what it does to him but just know it doesn’t take long before you have to pull him to the register so you can take him home.

N - No | Hard and Soft boundaries |

Anything that may leave a mark on you. Don’t get me wrong he definitely leaves marks on you from his teeth grazing you, or putting his mouth on your skin so he can look back at it later. But he will never do anything to hurt you, especially because you accepted his affection so quickly there was no reason for him to use force. And now he can’t dream of hurting you in anyway possible.

R = Risk

He’s not all interested in doing risky things, you probably are the one to suggest it. Like possibly you guys go out to dinner and he’s sitting across from you expecting to have a normal dinner. But you have other plans in mind, which prompt you to trail your heel up his leg which catches his attention. His already comically large eyes would widen as he looked at you with a surprised look. I would say more but I don’t want to spill all my ideas ;)

S = Stamina

He could fight for hours on end with no problem, but when it comes to sex and your touch he needs a little time to get himself back together after each round. That’s not to say he doesn’t wish to go on and on when you guys do go at it.

T = Toys

He’s never thought of anything like that before but you definitely have a few. And when he went snooping in your room he did come across some special items that’s for sure. He would definitely ask you about it, and for snooping you might have to use one on him but who knows. He definitely needs to be tied up and strapped to a vibrator while you watch him writhe around and quietly beg for your hand.

U = Unfair | teasing |

He doesn’t do it purposefully but there are times when you have him eat you out and he’ll be so into in that he takes his time and makes sure to look up at you. You find it cute how much he wants to please you but sometimes he doesn’t realize how much it gets to you. On the other hand you purposefully tease him because he takes it to graciously. You’ll make him kneel in front of you as you undress yourself, and you get to watch him grow in his pants with his hands at his sides waiting patiently for your instructions.

V = Volume | how loud is he |

Illumi is very quiet, by nature of course but he can’t help it. There are times when you can get him to be a little bit louder, like the first time you put your hand on his bare cock. It really messed with his way of thinking and he let out a little gasp as he took his lip between his teeth not expecting himself to make that sound.

W = Wild card | random headcanon |

He loves when you dictate the pace and tell him exactly what to do. Illumi gets visibly distressed if he feels he’s displeased you. He might beg for reassurance that you only want him, whispering frantic promises of devotion. When you dominate him, his mind is calculating how to ensure you’ll stay with him forever, subtly testing boundaries to see how much he can give while still possessing you emotionally.

X = X-ray | what he has going on under those clothes |

Illumi is said to be about 6’1 (185 cm), so I think it’s safe to assume he’s a little but larger than average. With his build I think it’s safe to say Illumi’s got more length than girth because he’s quite slim. Soft I think he’s carrying a little over 5in (12.7 cm), but when hard I think it might grow to like 6.7in (17 cm) and get a little wider as well.

Y= Yearning | how high is his sex drive |

Quite high, he has only really been attracted to you so he’s a bit pent up. It’s not his fault either, he can’t help but always want to be touching you or inside you even. So if you wanted he could go all night long, and then some when you woke up.

Z = Zzz | how fast does he fall asleep |

I feel like Illumi isn’t really a sleeper of that makes sense. Like he doesn’t really sleep all that much, but after the first time you guys had sex he was so ready to close his eyes and never let you go. You made him get cleaned up first so it kind of washed away the fatigue but he was still ready to knock out once your eyes closed.

I spent all morning writing this but I’m actually proud of how it came out so I hope guys enjoy!

dividers by @cafekitsune !!

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Sub Yan! Shigaraki Being Jealous x Reader

| cw: sub! shigaraki, gn reader, suggestive, 17+ mdni

| a/n: check out the pixie works because my queue is full of post!

| wc: N/A

As a member of the league you obviously had to connect with the other members regularly. Today was no different, you sat at the bar between Dabi and Toga while Kuroguri mixed up some drinks for you guys. “So how is it out there?” You questioned sipping on the pink cocktail Kuro just made you.

They both shrugged signaling that no much has been happening out in the villainous world. You turned when you heard the footsteps entering the bar, the “boss” as the rest of them like to call him. But really it was just her always angry boyfriend coming to spew more commands at them.

Truly he had irritated her earlier in the day because he refused to listen to her about how he should plan their next mission. So you took it upon yourself to ignore him with every bone in her body. “Toga I think we should go out today!” You grabbed the girls hand, turning her chair to face hers.

Toga tilted her head with a mischievous grin as you pulled her into the conversation, already picking up on your intention to rile Shigaraki up. “Ooo, where are we going? Something fun? Maybe something messy?” she chirped, squeezing your hand in excitement.

Dabi chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. “Oh, this’ll be good,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair and taking a long swig from his glass.

Shigaraki’s steps faltered as he took in the scene, his crimson eyes narrowing at the way you leaned so closely into Toga. He tried to mask the twinge of jealousy with a sharp cough, but it only made you smirk. Ignoring him completely, you leaned closer to Toga, your voices now animated as you planned some spontaneous outing.

Kurogiri, ever the peacemaker, quietly continued cleaning glasses, clearly accustomed to the theatrics in the bar.

“Maybe we can hit that arcade downtown,” you suggested with a wink at Toga. “I’m feeling like a change of pace. Something just for us girls, you know?”

Toga nodded eagerly, and Shigaraki, now visibly bristling, crossed the room with determined strides. “Ahem,” he rasped, his tone sharp, though there was a slight quiver in it—a telltale sign of his underlying insecurity.

You didn’t even look at him, keeping your focus entirely on Toga. “What do you think, Toga? We could grab ice cream after. Something sweet.”

“Stop ignoring me,” Shigaraki growled, his hand twitching as he fought the urge to lash out—though not at you, never at you. “What are you two even talking about? You can’t just—”

“We’re talking about fun, Tomura,” you interrupted, finally turning to him with an exaggeratedly sweet smile. “You know, something you clearly don’t want us to have since you’ve been such a pain today.”

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hurt crossing his face before he masked it with a scowl. “I’m not a pain,” he muttered, his voice softer now, almost petulant. “You’re the one who—”

“Shigaraki,” you cut him off again, before turning back to Toga. He almost shook in place as he watched her continue to talk with the other girl.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Y/N,” he rasped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the conversation. “We need to talk. Now.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. “Can it wait, Tomura? We’re in the middle of something.” You purposefully turned back to Toga, who giggled into her drink at the obvious tension.

“No,” Shigaraki said firmly, his voice lower now. He stepped closer, his presence looming behind you. “It can’t.”

Sighing dramatically and rolling your eyes, you turned and met his smoldering gaze, his expression unreadable but his clenched fists betraying his frustration. “Fine,” you relented, standing and grabbing your drink. “Let’s hear it.”

He didn’t say anything, just jerked his head toward the hallway leading out of the bar. You followed him, letting a smirk tug at your lips as you caught the curious looks Dabi and Toga exchanged. Shigaraki didn’t stop until you were in a quieter corner, away from the others. He finally turned to you, his crimson eyes glinting with something between anger and desperation.

“What’s your problem?” you asked, leaning casually against the wall and sipping your drink as if you weren’t bothered by the intensity radiating off him.

Shigaraki stepped closer, his hands stuffed in his pockets to keep them from shaking. “My problem?” he echoed, his voice low but tight. “You. Ignoring me. Flirting with her like I’m not even there.”

You tilted your head, playing innocent. “Flirting? Tomura, are you seriously jealous of Toga?”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, his messy hair falling in front of his face. “I’m not… I just don’t like it,” he muttered, his voice softer now but still laced with tension. “You’re mine. You know that.”

“Do I?” you teased, stepping closer until you were standing in his space, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Because today, it felt like you didn’t even care. You brushed me off all morning, so I figured you didn’t want my attention.”

His breath hitched, and his hands twitched in his pockets again, as if he wanted to reach for you but didn’t trust himself. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost a plea. “I just… I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to deal with this.”

“This?” you repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

“This feeling,” he bit out, his crimson eyes locking onto yours, raw and unguarded now that you were alone. “When you look at someone else like that. Like I’m not enough. It—it makes me crazy. I need you to look at me like that. Only me.”

Your smirk softened into something more tender as you stepped even closer, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. His breath caught as your thumb brushed against his rough skin, and his shoulders sagged slightly, his bravado slipping.

“Tomura,” you said softly, your tone no longer teasing. “You’re all mine no matter how much you irritate me,”

His eyes searched yours, desperate for the reassurance he craved. “Say it again,” he whispered, his voice trembling with vulnerability. “Please.”

You smiled, brushing your lips against his in a featherlight kiss. “You’re all mine,” you murmured against his lips. “And no one else is even close.”

His hands finally left his pockets, gripping your waist as if he were afraid you’d disappear. “Good,” he muttered, his voice husky and possessive now. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if you ever left me.”

“You’re stuck with me, Tomura,” you teased, your voice warm as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “So stop worrying. You’ve got me.”

You sighed, reaching up to cup his cheek gently. “You’re such a handful, you know that?”

“Only for you,” he muttered, his voice quiet but possessive. “So stop messing with me.”

“Fine,” you relented, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. “But you’re coming with us to the arcade, and you’re going to let me win. Got it?”

Even though he didn’t look entirely pleased you knew he was. “Okay..” His voice trailed off and he lowered his head onto your shoulder wishing then two of you could stay that way forever.

divider by @anitalenia