#Parts for Savor Pro

[joelsrose]

Good Night

writing this was too much - fluff central i need him rn i recommend listening to sweet by cigarettes after sex while reading this !!!

You lay nestled against Joel’s chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, fingers lazily combing through your hair. His glasses rested low on his nose as he read, the soft light of the lamp illuminating the gentle lines of his face. The warmth of his body enveloped you, solid and comforting, and his steady heartbeat was a lullaby against your ear.

This was life in Jackson—simple, unhurried, and steeped in a kind of quiet joy that felt almost sacred. Every evening followed the same cherished rhythm, a melody of love and familiarity you never wanted to break. After dinner—always cooked by Joel, who insisted on spoiling you—you’d step into the shower together, the warm water mingling with shared laughter and tender touches. His hands would linger, not out of need but out of devotion.

Later, you’d make love, the kind that left you breathless, wrapped in his warmth, every touch steeped in passion and care. His hands would linger, his lips trailing over your skin like he was memorizing you, until you were both utterly lost in each other. Then, as the world softened into quiet again, you’d settle into bed, your body curled into his, his arm wrapped securely around you.

Joel would lean back against the pillows, glasses perched on his nose, engrossed in a book, while you nestled into him, your head resting on his chest. His hand would drift to your hair, absentmindedly tracing patterns or tucking stray strands away. His warmth, his steady presence, the sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear—this was all you ever needed.

It was perfect—a life that felt like a dream, yet so deeply real you couldn’t imagine ever living without it. It was home, in every sense of the word.

Now, your fingers danced lazily over the fabric of his shirt, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch grounding you in the quiet peace of the moment. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breathing syncing with his, as your fingertips skimmed over his stomach, savoring the simple intimacy of feeling him there, solid and warm.

Joel’s gaze dropped to you, and his lips tugged into the faintest smile, one so soft it barely lifted the corners of his mouth but carried a tenderness that always made your chest ache. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his breath lingering on your skin.

You could do this forever, you thought, the ache in your heart bittersweet and sharp. God, why can’t you stay here forever? Why couldn’t life be this simple, this perfect, with nothing but the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your cheek and the quiet murmur of his affection in every touch?

“You tired?” he murmured, his voice low and thick like honey.

“No,” you murmured, your face now smushed against his chest as you burrowed in deeper, inhaling him—soap, the one you both shared, cedar, and that unmistakable something that was purely Joel. He was warmth incarnate, the kind of warmth that made you want to melt into him entirely, to smush yourself so close there was no space left between you. You never wanted to move, not from this, not from him.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, his gruff tone doing little to mask the affection laced within it. The corners of his mouth betrayed him, tugging into that familiar, reluctant smile that always appeared whenever you did anything—anything at all. It was as if you had some inexplicable hold over him, something he couldn’t fight even if he wanted to. And truthfully, he never did.

His hand threaded through your hair, each movement deliberate, gentle, and slow, as though he was savoring every strand, every texture, every part of you. “My sweet girl,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the words so soft they felt like they were meant for your heart alone.

Yet, they reached you, sinking deep, sending a flood of warmth through your chest, wrapping around you like a protective embrace. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, your heart swelling at the quiet affection in his tone. You loved being his—loved the way he claimed you, not with grand gestures or loud declarations, but with moments like this, soft and unspoken, but so full of love it was undeniable.

Then, his hand tapped your back lightly. “Sit up,” he said, his tone soft but with a quiet insistence.

“What?” you protested, your voice tinged with playful defiance, though you had no real intention of resisting. You were far too content, nestled against his side, his warmth seeping into you like a cozy blanket you never wanted to leave.

He shifted beside you, closing his book and setting it carefully on the nightstand before slipping off his glasses. “C’mere,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he patted his legs, making space for you to move.

Your heart flipped at the unspoken invitation, the way his gestures always carried so much meaning. Happily, you obliged, scooting up to settle between his legs, your back pressing against his chest.

The contrast had startled you the first time—Joel’s hands, weathered and calloused from years of hard work, wielded an unexpected tenderness as he braided your hair. There was something reverent about the way his fingers moved, weaving strands with care that felt almost sacred.

He adored your hair; you knew it in the way his hands lingered as if committing every texture to memory. He’d tell you, in his own quiet way, how much he loved the way it framed your face, how it shimmered in the sunlight, and how it carried the faint scent of lavender and the outdoors.

His fingers sifted through it now, slow and methodical, his touch so light it made your eyes flutter closed. The rhythmic motion was soothing, like being lulled to sleep by the ocean’s waves.

“You’ve got the prettiest hair, darlin’,” he muttered under his breath, the words almost lost in the quiet of the room, as if he hadn’t meant for you to hear them.

You hummed softly, leaning into his touch as his fingers continued their gentle work, weaving and twisting with practiced ease. Warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading outward like a soft glow. “You’re just saying that because you like messing with it,” you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Maybe,” he drawled, his voice low and thick, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over the back of your neck. His hands never faltered, steady and careful, as though he were handling something precious.

“Or maybe I just like takin’ care of my girl,” he drawled, the corners of his mouth twitching with a faint, knowing smile.

And God, everyone knew that Joel Miller took care of his girl. He wasn’t subtle about it—not in the way he carried your pack when you both went out, or how his hand always found the small of your back, guiding you like it was second nature. He hardly let you in the kitchen, insisting on cooking every meal himself and making your coffee just the way you liked it. Your arms hadn’t lifted to wash your own hair in months, Joel deliberate in taking care of you in every way possible, as if it was the most important thing he’d ever do.

If being whipped was a person, it was Joel Miller, plain and simple. He was the kind of man who loved so completely, so unapologetically, that anyone who saw him around you could feel it—the quiet reverence in his gaze, the way his shoulders softened when you laughed, the way he seemed to breathe easier when you were near.

A smile tugged at your lips, one he couldn’t see but surely felt, known to him as if it were an extension of his own. The quiet stretched between you, a comforting silence filled with the steady rhythm of his hands in your hair, the weight of his presence, and the unspoken tenderness that tied you together.

“All done, baby,” Joel murmured, his voice low and soft as his hands fell away from your freshly braided hair.

You turned to face him, your knees brushing his, a playful smile tugging at your lips. The warm lamplight bathed his face, casting soft shadows that highlighted the rugged lines carved by time and a life that had seen its share of hardship. But his eyes—steady, grounding—softened as they met yours, the corners creasing just slightly in that way they always did when he looked at you with quiet affection.

You struck a mock pose, tilting your head and letting your braid fall over your shoulder. “Pretty,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff, yet somehow impossibly gentle. His calloused fingers cradled your face, his thumb grazing your cheek as he brushed a stray strand behind your ear. The touch lingered, unhurried and full of meaning, as if he couldn’t bring himself to let go just yet.

You leaned into his touch, pressing your face even further into his palm, craving the warmth and comfort it offered. You were utterly drunk on him—on his love, his care, the way his presence wrapped around you like a sanctuary that nothing in the world could breach. Your chest swelled with emotion, your breath catching in your throat as you gazed up at him, completely undone by how perfect he was in his imperfect, rugged way.

The slope of his nose, proud and strong, the scratch of his beard against your skin, familiar and grounding, the lines etched into his face—each one telling a story of a life hard-lived, a man who had endured but somehow still chose to love you so fiercely. He was everything, and in moments like this, you couldn’t fathom how you’d ever lived without him.

“I love you,” you said, your voice soft yet brimming with a devotion so pure, so absolute, it left no room for hesitation or doubt.

Joel’s lips curved into a slow, tender smile, the kind that reached his eyes and softened the edges of his rugged features. His thumb traced over your lower lip, unhurried, as if he were committing the feel of you to memory, savoring the moment. His gaze locked on yours, deep and unwavering, holding you in a way that made you feel seen, cherished, utterly his.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady and low, the kind of tone that carried the weight of truth. “More than anything.”

The certainty in his words was unshakable, like a vow carved into stone—solid, eternal, and wholly Joel. You believed him without question, felt the truth of it in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, in the way his hands lingered as though letting go was unthinkable. There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind—not then, not ever.

“Now, let’s go to bed,” he said, his voice dipping into something softer, more tender, as he lifted his arm in a silent invitation. It wasn’t just an offer—it was home.

You didn’t hesitate, shifting into his embrace and curling against him like it was where you were always meant to be. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comforting weight of his arm draped around your back, made the rest of the world feel distant and insignificant.

His warmth enveloped you, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm that grounded you, steady and sure. As your eyes drifted closed, the last thing you felt was his lips brushing over your hair, and the last thought that floated through your mind was simple but certain.

This is what love feels like—unshakable, enduring, perfect.

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot

A/N: this piece was commissioned on my ko-fi page by @unhinged-bratty-boy - I hope you'll like it!

Pro hero Dabi - headcanons PRO HERO DABI & INTERN!BAKUGO A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

When you apply to pro hero Dabi's agency, the warnings come pouring in - friends, colleagues, even strangers with opinions. Todoroki Touya, they say, is all trouble. The kind of guy who throws boundaries out the window, a real-life storm of late-night parties and scandalous headlines. His reputation practically writes itself: messy nights, wild flings, his name splashed across the front pages more times than you can count. But you don’t care. All you see is a man with an appetite - for success, for pushing limits - and something about that drive hooks you. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, either.

It only takes a few weeks before you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a bit too long, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips when you catch him watching. To everyone’s surprise - including yours - you’re suddenly the apple of Touya’s eye. He’s dropping casual flirtations that could almost pass as jokes, but there’s a glint in his eye that says otherwise. You can’t put a finger on what’s shifted, what’s drawn him so close, but you don’t mind. Not one bit. Before you know it, the two of you are something - a thing, as he so casually puts it - and that intensity, the heat, becomes something you both can’t let go of.

Every time you have a photoshoot, pro hero Dabi secretly arranges for prints to be delivered directly to his office. He claims it’s “for agency publicity” whenever anyone catches a glimpse of the high-quality photos stacked on his desk, but everyone knows better - especially you. You’ve walked in on him once or twice, perched back in his office chair, idly flipping through the photos as if they’re nothing more than paperwork, but that dark glint in his eye tells a different story. His fingers linger over each image, tracing lines and curves as if committing every detail to memory. There’s no hiding the desire he has for you, and he doesn’t even try to mask it. One day, you step in for a mission briefing, catching him red-handed with your latest set spread out like artwork on display. Your boss raises an eyebrow as he notices you eyeing the photos, that cocky smirk creeping up as he leans back, wholly unbothered. “What?” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Can’t a guy appreciate the beauty when he sees it?” He lets the words hang as his gaze drifts lazily from the photos up to meet your eyes, that mischievous spark lighting up as he takes in your slightly shocked expression. “Besides, you’re my sidekick. It’s my job to keep tabs on all your assets.” Heat creeps up your neck, and you can tell by the satisfied look on his face that he’s savoring every second. With a languid stretch, he stands, one of the photos in hand as he strides over, holding it up, letting his gaze flick between it and you like he’s comparing the real thing to the masterpiece. “The photos are nice,” he murmurs, leaning in close, “but seeing you in person? Nothing beats that, princess.” He slips the photo back onto his desk, his fingers grazing yours as his voice drops while he holds your hands, rubbing their top with his thumbs. “You know, if you’re ever up for a private photoshoot, darlin’, I’ll personally handle the camera,” Touya grins wryly, “And,” letting go of one of your hands, pro hero Dabi brushes a thumb along the edge of the photo, “this one? Definitely deserves a frame.”

Pro hero Dabi has a knack for making every training session feel a little too hands-on. When he strides over, all casual confidence, you know exactly what’s coming - his classic move. He’ll slide up behind you, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, murmuring about your form in that low, easy drawl. His hands settle at your hips, adjusting you with slow, deliberate movements, fingers pressing a little too firmly, lingering just a second too long. There’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he makes a show of correcting your posture, and you can almost hear the satisfaction in his voice as he says, “Not bad, not bad…” His fingers slide lower, trailing along the back of your thigh as he adjusts your stance, his touch warm and unhurried. “But maybe you’re in need of a little more practice.” His eyes flick down, smirk widening as he feels you tense up under his touch. “Can’t have you losing your balance now, can we, rookie?” And then there are the moments where he tests your reflexes out of nowhere, moving in quick, unannounced ways that make you jolt and pivot instinctively - only for his hand to fortuitously brush over your ass. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, but he just chuckles, the sound rich and infuriatingly pleased. “Oops,” he says, the corners of his mouth quirking up as his eyes spark with unhidden amusement. “Guess that’s on me.”

Fighting side by side, seeing you, his sidekick, completely in control as you take down villains one after another, stirs something primal in pro hero Dabi. The fight's barely over, but Dabi’s eyes haven’t left you since it started. Watching you work in that tight costume, landing punches and taking charge with an intensity he can practically feel under his skin - it’s got him all wound up, every move of yours tugging his restraint tauter until he’s gritting his teeth, aching. He’s still got a villain groaning at his feet, but all he can focus on is how you look right now: fierce, defiant, that spark in your eye making it impossible for him to think straight. The rush of adrenaline, the danger - it makes him so hard he has to grit his teeth just to keep his focus on the fight instead of the ache in his dick and balls. It becomes a struggle to keep his mind on the mission, especially when you send one of the villains flying with a well-placed hit, flashing him that nasty glance you master to perfection. Every time you land a move or finish an opponent, it takes every ounce of Touya’s control not to pull you into a dark corner and fuck your sweet pussy senseless. You catch his gaze as you toss one more villain to the ground, giving him that cocky, dangerous smile he knows you wear just for him. His jaw tightens. Just one look, and it’s over. The moment the last thug hits the ground, he’s stepping in close, his breathing ragged, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you flush against him with a force that’s more raw than gentle. He’s hard as hell, and he makes sure you know it, pressing himself against you until there’s no space between you and he’s got you right where he wants you, his lips grazing the column of his neck and he doesn’t give a fuck who’s watching. Touya growls, one hand moving to cup your ass unpretentiously. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me, rookie?” he growls, “Seeing you like that - makes me lose my damn mind. My dick’s been throbbing since the second I saw you take down that first guy.” 

With you as his sidekick, pro hero Dabi finds himself constantly on edge, craving you in ways he can barely restrain, and most of the time, he doesn’t even try. The thrill of stealing moments, sneaking touches, and giving in to his desire in forbidden places only fuels the fire. It’s a rush, knowing he could get caught but not caring because, when it comes to you, nothing else matters.

Some days, just seeing you in his office, leaning over his desk as you discuss mission details, is enough to drive him wild. He’ll circle the desk, fingers trailing over your back before pulling you close, pressing you down against the smooth wood. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushes up your skirt, gripping the plushy flesh of your thighs. “You fucking brat,” he chuckles loudly. “Well, well… aren’t you a filthy little whore? No panties in the workplace, huh?” And before you can protest, Touya lifts you onto the desk, and spreads your legs to find a beautiful pussy waiting for him, glistening with wetness, flushed with blood, a clit begging for attention. He dives in and immediately savores your sweet taste, and his tongue and lips swallow all of you. Seconds later, the situation changes. That’s the thing about pro hero Dabi - when he wants something, he doesn’t care who sees or what rules get broken. And right now, that something is you, straddling his face with your skirt hiked up, your fingers wrapped around his cock that you fished out of his hero gear. His fingers dig into your hips, a silent warning - a struggle between needing more and being totally, utterly overwhelmed. Each pass of your hand along his shaft is slow, deliberate, your thumb pressing into the sensitive tip, teasing the slit leaking precum before sliding back down, your grip tightening each time, your other hands massaging his heavy balls. Touya gasps, and the sound is swallowed by the press of your thighs around his face. He eats your pussy in earnest, his hot tongue nudging your slick, swollen clit, only to flick back to brushing against your pussy lips and entrance. You arch above him, moaning, hips rolling forward just enough to coax another groan from him as you grind your wet cunt over his face. Your boss’ nails dig in harder in your thighs, leaving crescent marks as he fights to keep himself together, hips bucking up feverishly into your hand, seeking any relief he can find. You feel him throbbing in your grip, his cock pulsing with every stroke. And when he finally loses it, it’s with no apology nor hesitation. His cum spills over your hand, streaking down your wrist and onto his exposed abdomen. His head falls back against the desk, lips parted as he drags in a breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you with a reckless glint in his eye. “Hell of a fucking show,” he murmurs, voice still thick and unsteady, but cocky as ever. “Hope someone did walk in to see you workin’ me over like that, princess.”

You mewl and lean forward to lick his cock clean while slipping your hand between your parted legs to rub your neglected clit.

Touya spanks your ass, leaving a handprint on your buttock. "Yeah, yeah, princess. Let me make you cum in my mouth."

Interviews are supposed to be professional, just another part of the job for pro hero Dabi, but when you’re seated beside him, he’s anything but composed. You know he has trouble keeping his hands to himself.  Under the table, his hand finds your thigh, strong fingers slowly kneading your muscles, his touch starting innocently enough before turning into something far more possessive as he pushes his hand right between your thighs, massaging your mound through your hero costume. As the questions go on, his thumb traces slow circles over the wetness that is forming, and every squeeze and stroke makes it nearly impossible for you to focus. Dabi’s gaze is fixed on you with that unmistakable, dark intensity, the kind that says he’s mentally stripping you right there in the room. His eyes are a smoldering blue, roaming over your face, lingering on your lips, your neck, dipping down to places he wishes he could reach under different circumstances. Each time he glances at you, his pupils dilate, and the barely-there smirk on his lips lets you know exactly what he’s thinking about. It’s maddening, the way he rubs slow, teasing circles over your swollen pussy lips through your gear, applying just enough pressure to send a pulse of heat through you, all while keeping that perfectly cool, laid-back demeanor for the cameras. You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure, but every touch makes it harder to keep your expression steady. When the interviewer turns to him with a question about his latest mission, he doesn’t even hesitate, keeping his eyes on the reporter, but his hand already slips inside your pants, dragging just over where he knows you’re most sensitive, his thumb grazing in tantalizing little movements, gently tapping your slick, swollen clitoris. “The mission?” Touya replies casually, voice smooth and confident as ever. “It was handled without a hitch. Nothing we couldn’t handle together.” His fingers poke your entrance and before you know it, they’re inside your slick wetness. “My sidekick here,” he adds with a sideways glance at you, “She makes every mission a lot more interesting. She keeps me on my toes.”

[mercedista]

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀⠀𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:⠀A killer breaks into your room, except he doesn't kill you. Well, that's one of the pros of being his girlfriend, even if you don't know that behind the mask is your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒):⠀Porn with plot, horror, non-con, dub-con, mention of murder, threat, poor smut.

𝐀/𝐍: Part two.

Paradise. That's where he was, watching you tremble beneath him, crawling across the carpet in escape-no, in denial that you wouldn't be able to flee. His heart was pounding just as much as yours, that he could swear. Except his was beating out of pure excitement, while yours, certainly, was not for anything positive.

"Oh, princess..." He chuckled, watching your back finally press against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go. He crouched down, the tip of the knife tickling your cheek. He didn't plan to hurt you-not yet-but the threat still loomed.

It hadn't even been five minutes since he broke into your room, and you were already making him hard. He licked his lips, almost savoring your panic, and it was definitely a delight. Yes, he loved the pleasure of killing people, but seeing his little girlfriend scared? That was something else.

Unconsciously, lost in thought, he was caressing your lips with his thumb. You recoiled, almost feeling disgusted by his touch, which might have offended him a bit since that snapped him out of his daydream. It was a little habit he had with you, except from your perspective, it was a killer in front of you, not your lover, so your reaction was more than understandable.

The knife still against your skin, but with no pressure. "Kill me... what's wrong with you? Stop playing with me and just do what you came here to do already," you said.

He tilted his head to the side, an expression of disappointment hidden beneath the mask. He thought it was obvious he wasn't going to kill you. "Stop touching me!" you snarled. "I have a damn boyfriend."

Naïve of you to think that saying that would stop a killer. Though he did find your loyalty adorable, even in a situation like that.

You thought you were successfully distracting him long enough to call your boyfriend, since hiding your phone behind your back was easy with his contact on speed dial.

"Nuh uh," he said. "Not that, princess." He snatched the phone from your hands. Ghostface froze, the shock you displayed gave him an extra dose of dopamine. His eyes shifted from your hypnotizing look of horror to the screen. Not that he needed to read the contact to know who you were trying to call.

His own phone vibrating in his pocket made everything clear. He had a hard time holding back laughter when he realized he was receiving the call.

"He's not going to answer you, sweet thing." His voice came out taunting even with the voice modulator.

Your hand reached for his mask. If you were strong enough-which you certainly weren't-you could have easily torn it off. Noticing your fingers gripping the black fabric, Ghostface grabbed your wrist.

"He's stronger than you." Your voice came out in a near-tense whisper. "My boyfriend. Even if you kill me. He'll find you. He's smart and strong."

"Oh, is he going to kill me, princess?" Ghostface released your wrist and used his hand to squeeze your face, your lips forming a pout, and it took everything in you not to rip off his mask and kiss him. However, that feeling quickly faded when you kicked him between the legs.

Ghostface screamed in pain, his voice modifier barely able to mask his tone with how loud it was. It was your chance to escape, if it weren't for his free hand—the other one was comforting himself where he'd been hit—grabbing your ankle and causing you to fall hard. "You...!"

You struggled, but he easily pinned you to the ground, stomach down. For God's sake, he almost lost his mind; lucky for you, he wasn’t in the mood to stay single that night.

Even though it wasn't in his pre-defined plans—or even in his current ones—to kill you, he wasn’t going to let it slide. Yes, you were his girlfriend. Yes, you were terrified, and it was justifiable. And yes, he loved you. But every action has its consequence.

His gloved hand left his crotch and tangled in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly to stop any further rebellion from you. Not that there was much chance of that, given that his heavy body was pressing you firmly against the ground; now, there was no way out.

"Damn it, I was going to play nice, but you just had to pull something like that." The killer gave your hair a sharp tug, and then a small yelp escaped your lips as you received a smack on the butt. And hell, you didn’t know whether it was his strength or the leather glove, but one of them—or maybe both—made that cursed slap hurt.

You didn’t even know where his knife had gone with how fast things were happening, but from your point of view, it wouldn’t be long before he drove it into your stomach.

You felt his weight lift off your body, but there wasn’t much time to think about it, as Ghostface was already dragging you by the hair to the bed, where he sat down. He forced you to kneel, still holding onto your hair. For a moment, his fingers relaxed imperceptibly as you gazed at the empty black eyes of that mask with your adorable, tear-streaked face staring back at him.

[simplyraeblue]

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first times (shoto todoroki x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP femreader x virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS: swearing, smut, mentions of masturbation, oral (m receiving) •◡ ◠ word count: 3,380 A/N: this will be a 3-4 part story, with each chapter building up in smut levels

part one | part two | part three |

part four | part five

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as the night wound down and the loud laughter and clamor of dares faded into memory, the mess left by the boys was evident throughout your apartment. empty cups, discarded snack wrappers, and other remnants of the evening’s chaos littered the living room. one by one, your friends trickled out, their departure marked by sloppy goodbyes and promises to clean up later.  

Shoto was the last to leave, but instead of heading home, he stayed behind to help you tidy up. the two of you worked in comfortable silence, picking up the trash and putting things back in their places.  

as you were clearing the last of the cups that Kirishima and Kaminari had strewn across the coffee table, Shoto's voice broke the silence. “we didn’t finish our seven minutes,” he said suddenly, causing you to pause and turn to him.  

you gave a small, tired laugh. “technically, we did. we went well over the seven minutes, in fact.” you resumed picking up the cups. silently grateful that Bakugo had been persuaded to drive Kirishima and Kaminari home. 

Shoto, now standing next to you with a thoughtful expression, asked, “truth or dare?” 

you put down the trash bag you were holding and placed your hands on your hips. “truth.” 

“did you enjoy our kiss?” Shoto’s eyes were earnest as he awaited your response. 

“yes,” you replied, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. “truth or dare?” 

“truth,” Shoto said. 

“did you enjoy our kiss, Shoto?” you asked, returning his earnest gaze. 

“yes,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. “truth or dare?” 

“truth,” you said again. 

Shoto almost pouted. “no, pick dare. i have something in mind already, and you picking truth won’t work.” 

you chuckled at his display of frustration. “alright, fine. i’ll switch to dare.” 

“i dare you to let me kiss you again,” Shoto said, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. the weight that had settled on his chest since earlier in your room seemed to lift with his confession. throughout the evening, as he chose dare each time on the off chance he could kiss you again, he had participated in various childish dares with this one goal in mind.  

Shoto didn’t give you a chance to respond; instead, he gently cupped your face in his hands and pulled you closer. the sudden proximity made your breath catch in your throat, and your heart raced with a thrilling mix of anticipation and nervousness. as Shoto leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and longing that made you wish you could dissolve into his embrace. 

with a growing sense of confidence, Shoto guided you backward towards the couch, his lips never leaving yours. he maneuvered you both down onto the cushions, the kiss deepening as he settled beside you. this was a moment he had yearned for over a year, each time you worked together as pro heroes, his feelings only intensifying. he was determined to savor every second of this long-awaited connection. 

for you, the kiss felt like a puzzle finally coming together. it encapsulated everything you had felt from the moment you first recognized your crush on him, to the countless times you had called Mina, gushing about his small gestures and acts of kindness. now, it had culminated in this perfect, intimate kiss. 

the kiss was tender and gentle, embodying everything you had hoped for. Shoto’s touch was delicate, as if he were handling something incredibly precious. his lips moved against yours with a natural grace, fitting together like they were made specifically for this moment. 

after a few blissful seconds, Shoto pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. you slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze, and he could feel his heart swelling with affection. the warmth in your eyes told him that you saw him as more than just a hero, more than just Endeavor’s son.  

“so,” Shoto said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity, “when you talked about the bases earlier, you left one out.” 

you felt a deep blush spread across your cheeks as you realized what he was hinting at. “home base, right?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “i left it out because it’s... a significant step. it means going all the way with someone.” 

“making love,” Shoto said, his tone thoughtful. 

“yes, making love,” you confirmed, your heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. the way he spoke the words made the whole concept feel even more profound and intimate. it wasn’t fucking, or having sex, it was making love in his eyes.  

“how would that go?” Shoto asked, his question causing a warm flush to spread across your body. the thought of the next step made your heart race. 

“well,” you began, your voice wavering slightly as you fidgeted with your hands in your lap, “it would start with what we’re doing now, this closeness and intimacy. then, it would naturally progress to... more intimate things, like touching each other in more private places.” 

Shoto’s eyes darkened with an intense, sincere gaze as he said, “i would like to touch you elsewhere.” the boldness of his statement made your heart leap into your throat. did he fully understand the implications of what he was suggesting? 

“we can take things slowly, if that’s what you really want,” you offered, trying to steady your voice and manage your racing thoughts. 

“i’ve received plenty of advice from the guys,” Shoto said, his tone tinged with uncertainty. 

you chuckled softly, shaking your head at the absurdity of it. “okay, maybe don’t take all the advice those guys give you too seriously. they can be a bit... over the top.”  

Shoto’s earnest expression did not waver. “are you being serious about this?” you asked, wanting to be absolutely certain. 

he nodded; his gaze unwavering as he looked at you with deep sincerity. you couldn’t help but smile softly at him. “and you... want your first time, for everything, to be with me? not someone else you might consider more special?” 

“no one is more special to me than you,” Shoto replied earnestly, his heart pounding in his chest. he had discussed all the right questions with Midoriya, seeking advice on how to recognize true feelings and when the time was right. once he had his answers, he knew deep down that there was no one else he wanted to share these moments with. for him, you were everything. 

you drew in a deep breath, your cheeks flushed with the weight of his confession, the seriousness of the moment settling over you. "come with me," you said, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions. gently, you reached out, taking his hand in yours. with a purposeful but tender grip, you guided him away from the couch and towards the bedroom. 

once inside, you led him to sit on the edge of the bed, and he complied, his expression attentive and earnest. you took a moment to gather your thoughts, then spoke, your voice firm but reassuring. "i want to set some ground rules before we go any further. i’m going to ask for your consent before i do anything, and i’ll make sure to tell you exactly what i plan to do. if at any point something makes you feel uncomfortable, you need to let me know immediately. and if you ever want to stop, we stop, no questions asked." 

Shoto nodded, his gaze meeting yours with a look of understanding. "that all sounds fair," he said, his tone serious but calm. "where do we begin?" 

you sat down beside him on the bed, your hands instinctively resting over your chest as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. the excitement was almost palpable, making it hard to focus. "kiss me," you said softly, your eyes locked onto his. "right now, just do what feels right for you." 

to your surprise, Shoto’s lips crashed into yours much more forcefully than last time, like he was needier. and he was; if the dare hadn’t been erupted earlier, he wouldn’t have been able to slow himself down. he was touch-starved, a man hungry for more, and he wanted you.  

as he deepened the kiss, you heard the soft moan he let loose, sending heat washing through your body. with his lips parted, you took the chance to gently caress the roof of his mouth with your tongue. he practically melted at the action, leaning further into you.  

you continuously had to remind yourself that this was Shoto, someone who deserved tenderness and love, not just a way to get yourself off. but the way his hands were now gripping your waist and sending hot and cold sensations through your skin… it was driving you wild.  

for a moment, you pulled away, seeing his eyes still closed with his brows furrowed. “for someone who hasn’t done this often, you are very good at making out, Sho.” you tell him while trying to catch your breath. 

“what’s next?” he asked.  

your eyebrows raised in amusement. “what’s the rush?”  

“i’ve been imagining this for a long time, y/n.” when Shoto’s eyes connected with yours, you saw that his pupils were blown out, filled with a deeper desire than you could’ve imagined inside of him. 

while Shoto didn’t show any nervousness, you felt it growing more and more. you usually weren’t one to be shy, but right now everything felt different.  

“if you want to, we can touch each other while we kiss.” you tell him. “anywhere.”  

Shoto placed his hands further up your torso, looking at you for permission before you nodded. he leaned in to meet your lips again, feeling adrenaline rush through him. the feeling he got from kissing you was enough to drive him insane, an emotion he had never felt before beginning to build.  

your hands drifted from his neck to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palms. as you allowed your hands to lazily travel further down, his traveled further up, settling on your ribs and just below your breasts. when his thumb traced the line of your bra, you embarrassingly let out a moan, but to Shoto, it sounded like music to his ears. he took the chance to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter you and caress yours.  

“Sho.” you murmured, breaking away for a moment to catch your breath.  

“tell me what to do.” his voice came out hoarse and low, and his eyes pierced yours with a fierce determination.  

“you’re making it really hard for me to take this slow for you.” you laughed nervously, your body trembling under his gaze.  

“then don’t take it slow.”  

you blinked a few times, trying to register his words, hoping to kickstart your brain into high gear to figure out what to do. “Sho...” you breathed lowly. 

“i trust you.” Shoto interrupted, placing his hand over the one you had on his chest. “take the lead. please.” 

with his plead, the fire within you burned hotter than ever, and you quickly moved to straddle him on the bed as your lips connected with his once more. this time, he kissed you back feverously, like he felt the same hunger you did.  

“are you sure?” you asked, wanting to double check... maybe even triple check... that he wanted to do this. he nodded into your shoulder, a muffled mph coming from his mouth.  

the time passed by quickly, and the kiss grew until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted to show him what it felt like to feel pleasure, even downright damn euphoria. selfishly, you wanted to feel it too. you moved from his lips before starting to litter kisses along his jaw and down his neck, working your way down as your hands fidgeted with the bottom of his t-shirt. when he sensed what you were trying to do, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, almost making you gasp at the sight. 

his body could’ve been the work of a god.  

before you let yourself get flustered, you continued to pepper kisses in a trail from his neck, down his torso. with each kiss, you could hear his breath stuttering. “tell me something, Sho.” you whispered against his skin. “have you ever... touched yourself?” 

you looked up to find Shoto’s face turned pink, but he nodded in answer.  

“y-yes.” he stammered out. Shoto didn’t want to admit to you that he’d never done such a thing until he’d met you, until he’d realized what his feelings meant. he felt dirty thinking about those nights, when you’d visit him in a dream, and he’d wake up to a feeling in his stomach and an erection he needed to solve.  

“good boy.” you smirked up at him, and he could’ve imploded just from the look. he could only watch with anticipation as you worked to remove his belt, then undo the clasp on his pants. “i’m going to touch you here, like you’ve done yourself. is that okay?”  

again, he could only muster a nod in response. you gently pulled on his pants, dragging them down to his ankles and only leaving his boxers behind. you could see the growing erection under the fabric, and the thought of what was underneath made your mouth water. 

before you removed the fabric, you let you palm lay flat across his erection, sliding up it ever so gently. Shoto barked out a moan, and you felt pleased with yourself.  

“tell me to stop if you need me to.” you told him, but with his breathing already labored from one touch you doubted he would speak up.  

you placed a soft kiss on the top of the fabric, feeling his cock twitch underneath at the contact.  

as if on pure instinct, Shoto’s hand went to your head, working his fingers into your hair. he didn’t know what had driven him to do such a thing, but it felt right.  

with his apparent eagerness, you hooked a finger under the band of his boxers before tugging, sucking in a breath once his cock was released from the fabric. of course, shoto was beautiful, it made sense that his cock would be too.  

you felt a warmth pooling in your stomach, travelling down to wet between your legs. you lightly tapped his thigh, getting his attention and having him look down at you before you gently licked a stripe from the base of him to the top.  

his fingers gripped your hair, not so rough, and he hissed. fuck, his friends never told him it felt this good. every primal instinct inside of Shoto was screaming at him to pull your mouth down onto his cock and stuff your face. it took all his strength to restrain himself from fear of hurting you.  

“that f-feels...” Shoto stopped mid-sentence when you pressed your tongue flat against his tip.  

“talk to me, Sho.” you whispered, kissing his already leaking tip and taking his precum into your mouth.  

“don’t stop.” he whined, his hand fisting in your hair tighter than before.  

having Shoto beg in front of you sent dirty, wicked thoughts straight to your brain. you’d never walked someone through sex before, let alone something you deemed as simple as a blowjob, but seeing him coming undone before you drove you feral. 

you were done with the little kisses and licks you’d been giving him, finally deciding to take him fully. he watched with half lidded eyes as you opened your mouth and eased his tip past your lips, using your tongue to caress circles around it. Shoto’s head dipped back in pleasure, leaving you to take in more of him. 

fuck, you hadn’t realized how big he’d actually be. you struggled to lower your mouth over his cock, before you finally felt it hit the back of your throat. Shoto moaned at the feeling of his tip touching your throat. as gentle as he could, he bucked into your mouth, wanting to feel more. 

“holy shit, y/n.” he breathed, trying to keep his body from spasming out of control. the feeling of you taking him was delicious, and it was making his head swim. if he hadn’t been on the bed already, Shoto swore he might’ve passed out from pleasure. 

you worked your mouth up and down, slowly at first, to get all of him wet with your spit. with each bobbing motion you made, more moans spilled from Shoto’s lips. you could feel him twitching in your mouth every time your tongue stroked his leaking tip.  

to give your jaw a break, you pulled your mouth off him with a satisfying pop before letting your hands replace where you were. it took two hands, but with the saliva you’d left behind and his precum dripping, you stroked him gently, working his cock between your hands.  

“i feel hot all over.” Shoto murmured, one hand still on your hair while the other gripped at the sheet.  

“is this what you feel when you touch yourself?” you asked, looking up at him as he panted with every stroke. 

“y-yes. if you don’t stop, i think i might...” he moaned, breaking up his sentence, when you swiped your thumb over the soft spot between his shaft and tip.  

“cum for me, like you do when it’s your hand and not mine.” you instructed, before taking his tip back into your mouth but letting your hands work up and down his shaft, picking up your pace. 

Shoto began to thrust more wildly, unable to stop himself from almost fucking your face. a coil had formed in his stomach, and it was so close to being released. when he’d done this himself, it was pleasurable, but only a means to an end to solve an erection. now, what you were doing to him felt like heaven, your mouth a soft and warm rapture.  

he felt that heat in his stomach grow hotter and hotter, until it felt like it was burning. Shoto gripped your hair in his hand, lifting his hips to drive his cock until he felt the back of your throat, and only then did he feel that band within him snap. he let loose a load moan as he saw stars, shooting his cum deep into your throat and watching as you took every drop, gazing up at him with beautiful eyes.  

when he started to come down from his release, you pulled your mouth off his cock, licking up the last dribbles of cum before placing a gentle kiss on his tip. “how was that, Sho?” you asked, your face flush as you looked up.  

sweat gleamed on Shoto’s forehead and torso, his breathing heavy but his smile unwavering. that familiar grin, the one that made your heart skip a beat, was fixed on you. 

instead of speaking, he cupped your face in his hands, pulling you gently towards him. his lips met yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender. between kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck, Shoto panted out, “that was amazing. you’re amazing.” 

you laughed softly into his mouth, your cheeks flushing at the compliment. “i’m glad you feel that way,” you replied, your voice warm and affectionate. 

as you both caught your breath, Shoto settled you onto his lap and ran his fingers through your hair. his voice was a gentle murmur as he nuzzled into your neck. “as much as i want you to show me more, i’m struggling to keep my eyes open,” he said softly. you chuckled, understanding his exhaustion.  

“let’s get some sleep, okay?” you kissed his forehead, before helping him to stand from the bed.  

as you changed into comfortable pajamas, Shoto merely pulled his boxers back on before climbing into your sheets, snuggling comfortably into one of your pillows. you climbed under the covers next to him before he pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist and having your back pressed against his chest.  

“show me more tomorrow.” Shoto whispered, kissing your shoulder before letting his head sink into the pillow. 

you blushed, but gave a lazy mhm in response, settling in comfortably next to him.  

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[sorsaky]

Mae x Noa → Carnival of Rust |Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes| MV

You are stronger and smarter than you think

Please do not steal or claim this edit as your own! I've just completed another Noa x Mae edit that I’ve been working on for a few weeks. This might be my last Noa x Mae video for now since I’m out of ideas, haha XD.

Here’s the story behind the video: In this AU, Noa meets Mae by accident near his village. Intrigued by her, they quickly become friends. However, Noa’s father notices something strange, asking him why his blanket smells like an echo. Ignoring his father’s concerns, Noa seeks out Mae, and the two begin traveling together, growing closer as time goes on.

Meanwhile, Proximus and his apes are on the hunt for Mae. When they discover she’s traveling with an ape, both Mae and Noa are eventually captured. During their time in captivity, Mae confesses to Noa that she’s on a mission to save the humans. Noa feels betrayed and lashes out, but ultimately forgives her because of his love for her. In a confrontation with Proximus, Mae boldly declares she’ll kill him, though she’s unable to follow through. Amused by Mae’s determination and her relationship with Noa, Proximus underestimates them.

Mae and Noa manage to escape the prison. Mae finds the humans’ key in the vault and takes it to fulfill her mission, leaving Noa behind without explanation. Heartbroken and angry, Noa is left wondering why Mae didn’t trust him enough to share her plans. Months later, they reunite around a campfire. As they share stories of their time apart, Mae savors the moment, knowing they can’t stay together. The humans are preparing to attack the apes, and Mae’s frustration boils over as she shouts at Noa and runs off.

The day of the battle arrives. During the chaos, Noa is captured, but Mae rescues him. Despite saving him, Noa is deeply disappointed in her choices. As they flee together, Noa grapples with the loss of his entire clan, while Mae insists they are too different to be together. However, Noa, desperate to hold onto their connection, argues that the bond they’ve formed transcends those differences.

The rest of their story is up to you to imagine! 😊

Just to clarify, I don't support bestiality or zoophilia in real life. This edit is purely for fun and creative expression, celebrating the fantasy world these characters belong to. Shipping fictional characters is a common and enjoyable part of fandoms, and if it's acceptable for movies like "Beauty and the Beast," then it's also fine for Noa x Mae!

Program: Sony Vegas Pro 17 Song: Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKk1u5RMTn4 Time Taken: 1 month Media: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kdr5oedn7q8 Dawn of the Planet of the Apes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpSaTrW4leg BAGHEAD https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOsZq_5s-ak

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[sophrosynesworld]

with all my love,

Edit: This is now a series with more parts available. Enjoy!

This idea came into my head, basically your significant other is an absent Katsuki Bakugo. After months of a loveless relationship, you decide to leave this note and finally move on.

Dear Katsuki,

If you’re reading this, I’ve already moved my belongings out of our home. You might not believe me, but I’ve had the majority of my items packed in a suitcase next to the front door. It’s been sitting there for the past week, but you never once questioned it.

Each day I waited, hoping you’d notice, hoping you’d ask me about it. Each day, my heart broke a little more when you walked past it without a second glance. I wanted so badly for you to see, to care, to fight for us.

I can’t live like this anymore. I’m tired of sharing a house that feels more like a cold, empty shell than a home. I’m tired of sitting alone at the dinner table, my heart sinking with every passing hour that you’re not there. I’m tired of not seeing you for days on end, of lying awake at night wondering if you’re bleeding out in an alleyway. I might not be a pro-hero, but I’m still your partner. I was your partner.

For months, I fought to gain your attention back, praying to whatever god would listen. I used to beg them, offering anything they wanted, just so you would notice how much I've changed. I started working out again, sculpting my body into something I thought you’d find appealing, hoping to catch your eye like I once did. I even joined a cooking class, learning to make all your favorite dishes. I wanted to surprise you with a homemade meal. You would have known that, if you made it home for dinner once in 4 months.

Do you remember our first apartment after graduation? That tiny studio next to the noodle shop? I find myself there sometimes, watching the new couple who lives in our old place. It's become a painful habit, seeing them live out what we once had. Her boyfriend seems kind, and they slow dance in the kitchen, just like we used to. Sometimes, I can almost hear your laughter echoing in their space, as if our ghosts still linger there.

I remember when we used to laugh and dance together, our dreams tangled like a ball of red string. We would stay up late, talking about our future, making plans that felt like promises. Now, our home your home haunts me. The warmth I once felt has been replaced by a suffocating darkness. I don't know what changed, Katsuki, but pretending everything is fine is tearing me apart.

I often wonder what your biggest regret in life will be. Is it pushing your friends away, no matter how hard they try to love you? Maybe it will be all the times you let your anger get the best of you. Could it be not taking a moment to stop and smell the roses, to appreciate the simple, beautiful moments life has to offer.

I don't know if you've found someone else. Part of me dreads the truth. I don’t want to know if there’s another name on your lips, another face in your heart. I don't think I could bear knowing their name or imagining you whispering those same sweet words into their ear.

Izuku says it’s selfish, but I hope your biggest regret in life is losing me. I hope you see my face in every little thing—the flowers you never stopped to admire, the meals we never shared, the quiet moments you never savored. I hope my laughter echoes in your silence, my tears in your loneliness. I hope my memory haunts your future as painfully as our present haunts me.

If you still love me, Katsuki Bakugo, I haven't felt that love from you in months.

With all of my love,

[thisisxli]

|| 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ||

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Rs: Bakugou Katsuki x GN!reader (afab/amab)

Warnings:

slight heavy angst, neglecting boyfriend,

bad break-up.

Summary: you knew dating pro-hero Dynamite was gonna be tough but when you notice how distant he becomes, you can't help but wonder whether either of you chose the right decision to get together in the first place.

Wc: 0.7k

Suggested song: (P.S, if you're listening to the song recommended, please read a little slow at some parts if you want it to sync at the best parts (p′︵‵。))

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It was one thing to know he was constantly busy and away with hero work. But to be deprived for his attention and have the first thing he did when he got home, ignore your entire presence and walk pass to sleep in your shared bedroom.

You know that Katsuki was working hard every day, fighting criminals, saving banks and civilians, etc. But you would've at least expected one kiss from your boyfriend when he got home. It tugged at your heart strings but you knew you had to let it go. You knew the priorities and the responsibilities he had and you couldn't put yourself above that. To pick you over the world is ridiculous.

By then, you slid into bed along with him but he wasn't facing your side of the bed. You didn't mind though, scooting close to him and running your hand in his hair. You slithered your arm around his waist before pulling your body close to his, savoring his warmth.

The next week's were honestly so painful. He would ignore you even when he was home. Every time you texted him or tried to call him at work, he would ignore you but respond when you were pissing him off.

One day, when he was home and finally spoke to you, he wanted to break up.

"Look-" he averts his gaze to the side, a solemn look on his face. "I just think we shouldn't be together. I'm caught up in work a lot so you shouldn't be with somebody that's barely around and.. I shouldn't be with somebody that...." He drifts off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"What is it, Katsuki?" Your lip quivered but no tears formed in your eyes. You sure felt like crying.

"I shouldn't be with somebody that I don't feel something for anymore. I'm sorry. We're just barely around each other and.. I have other priorities. I don't think I should worry about needing to protect somebody close to me if they're ever caught up in danger."

This was the calmest Bakugou has ever been but yet, this was the angriest you've ever been with him. Was he calling you a damn burden?!

You felt like you shouldn't feel mad. But you did. How long did he feel like this? You were fucking stupid, you should've known from the start. You were both at fault. You should've known what you two were getting into.

You held your head low, jaw clenched tightly. You knew tears were forming when your vision started to become blurry.

"I.. really am sorry." You look at him through your lashes. Although it was blurry, you could tell his face only shown little remorse. You scoff at his half-ass apology, sniffling as you wipe your eyes with your sleeve before any tears escape. "Whatever. Just go, Bakugou."

He nearly winces at the use of his surname. He couldn't even be mad or make a remark at your petty attitude because he couldn't blame you. He's seen the way you looked at him at the times he came home, the way your touch was so yearnful and clinging. Of course, he loved you and wanted to be there for you, but he just didn't love you that way anymore. And he felt terrible about it. About as terrible as his old bullying toward his rival best friend back when they were in middle school. Luckily, instead of him staying, he let you stay in the house. He felt bad. And you hated it.

He had his things packed at the front door, slipping his shoes on. "Hey..."

You were hugging your arms, thumbs rubbing them and trying to soothe your nerves. You warily look up at the ash blonde man, biting your lip. You nearly cry out when he holds his arms out to you. Even in this moment, he was showing his soft side. Holding his arms out was like his signature move throughout your relationship. Your heart urged you to go and envelop yourself in his arms but then again, your heart also said not to. He hurt you, so bad. He hurt your ego and your heart.

When you stood in your place, bottom lip quivering, he sighs. Grabbing his suitcases and opening the door, he looks back at the place and you one last time. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out and that's right when you look up at him with teary eyes that pangs him in the heart.

He sucks in a breath, slightly frowning. "Do you.. Do you think we're together in another universe?"

You dryly laugh, tears escaping your eyes.

"We're not even together in this one."

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A/N:

Honestly wrote this because I wanted to and I love writing angst. Was gonna make Bakugou a huge red flag but we all know that he's changed and that he's developed<3 after the latest chapters, there's no way he hasn't changed

Had to use the "do u think we're together in another universe" blablabla trope, it completed it ᰔᩚ

[pparadiselost]

Hellooo I saw you write for haikyuu too so I was wondering if you could write one for Ushijima? With him being all desperate and frazzled compared to how he usually is.. thank youuu!

pantysniffer.

ushijima wakatoshi x fem reader ushijima can't help but indulge himself every now and then. warning(s): nsfw, size kink, overstimulation minors do not interact.

ushijima wakatoshi is a pervert.

well, you can’t blame him. he really can’t help it. you’re the only person he’s felt this way towards, and after having dedicated most of his life to volleyball, he’s entranced at all of the strange feelings that keep surging up in his chest. he knows that he’s a coveted man, with all sorts of world renown volleyball teams willing to shell out enormous amounts of money to recruit him, but what consumes him most isn’t his ability, money, or even fame.

it’s you. a simple run-of-the-mill, average joe. nobody special, objectively speaking. your standard, everyday law-abiding citizen. 

he feels revolting. ushijima also knows that if he were to just ask you nicely, you’d happily do anything for him. you’d eagerly crawl into bed with him and let him do whatever he wanted you to. he spends hours every other night groping at your tits greedily or stretching out your tight cunt with his thick fingers, but for some reason, the illicit thrill of doing something he shouldn’t is what truly gets him going.

“mmngh…” his eyes are half-lidded, and his big fist strokes his swollen cock. the dignified part of him crawls in disgust at himself, but the pleasure that coils deep in his stomach is nothing short of electrifying. 

a pair of your cute, lacy panties are stretched over his face. his free hand holds the underwear over his nose, and he grunts into the thin fabric as he continues to fuck his fist. it’s freshly washed, so he can’t smell as much of you as he’d like, but it’s good enough. 

there’s something humiliating about someone like him, a prideful pro player, rifling through your clothes so he can find something to get off on. you’re so sweet to him, and here he is, repaying your patience and love by acting like a pent up middle school boy who’s never seen a girl before. even now, you’re running chores so you can make him a yummy dinner, and he’s taking advantage of the empty house to jerk off to your panties.

his mind flashes to all the memories of you all fucked out thanks to him. your cute smiley face contorted as you moan into your hands. “you’re going to break me, waka-!” you cry out, and dry trails of tears stretch across your cheeks. “you’re so big- oh- ohhhh, s-slow down…!”

his balls tighten. his dick twitches embarrassingly hard at the thought of breaking you with his cock, and ushijima takes another deep inhale into the crotch of your panties. he’s too big, too much for his own good, and you’re so good at accepting everything in a way that makes him wish he could keep you pinned down underneath him forever. 

he toys with the tip of his leaking cock with his thumb, flicking his sensitive cockhead. jolts of scorching heat crisscross through his body. 

you smell so good. everything you do turns him on. the way you innocently blink up at him, take your hand in his, even cheer for him at his games… he should honestly think about anything else other than fucking you like some shameless animal in heat, but everything you do goes straight to his dick.

you’ve broken him. you’ve tamed the stoic, 6’4” spiker into some pervert. and you have absolutely no clue about it.

“f-fuck…!” he clenches his eyes shut, and he slows down his strokes. he doesn’t want to blow his load just yet. ushijima wants to savor this perverseness a little longer. he wants to imagine your soft body, bending and submitting to his calloused hands. 

in his mind, he contorts your body into all sorts of positions: legs spread open for him on your shared bed, your smaller form pushed up against the wall and clinging desperately to him, bent over the coffee table… maybe he’ll even fuck you against the clear veranda windows. his cock drools hungrily at the thought of your embarrassed face, cute cunt tightening up even further on his monstruous dick as you squeal out about how someone’s gonna see the two of you fucking against the window. 

good. maybe he should get caught. maybe that’ll get him to quit acting like a depraved man.

but he won’t. jerking off to your panties is too much of a guilty pleasure for him to get sloppy enough to be caught.

ushijima wishes he could smell more of your soft, sweet cunt on your underwear. he should have gone through your dirty clothes instead. then he could smell you clearly. a dirty thong. your sweaty sports bra post-workout. hell, he could even work with your sheets. as long as it reminded him of you, ushijima could easily conjure up all sorts of lewd daydreams.

he can’t stop panting against your panties and rutting his hips into his fist. “fuck- fucking hell-!” he cusses under his breath. he wants you, and he wants you terribly. 

the faint whiffs of you that he gets from your underwear reminds him of the times he’d hold your trembling thighs apart. he’d eat you out until you were sobbing, his thick tongue invading every sensitive crevice of your hole. if only you’d let him, he’d suck at your swollen clit for hours. he’d let you push at his head to no avail, your tiny hands yanking at fistfuls of his hair. he’d moan against your cunt, and the vibrations would make you squeal and sob out his name. god, he’s obsessed. all of your little moans and squirms make him want to dominate you even more. he wants to swirl his tongue in slow circles against your entrance. he’d just tease you, wait until you were practically begging him to put something- anything- inside of your gaping hole. 

“‘t hurts, waka- need you inside me…!” you’d plead, your voice thick with desperation and arousal. he’s molded you perfectly to crave his touch. anything else wouldn’t be enough. he’d swallow mouthfuls of your arousal, letting the taste spread across the inside of his cheeks and the back of his throat. and you’d moan so angelically for him when his tongue finally invades you, your drenched walls eager to get fucked out by anything he’d give you.

he wants to get you to cum. your pleasure is his pleasure. everyone expects him to be some kind of hard-dom sadist in bed, but if anything, it’s the opposite. all ushijima ever wants is to get you off. watching you melt in his arms from pleasure and turn into a fucked out shell of yourself is what he loves most.

it’s why he loves it so much when you try to shut your thighs around his head. it’s a sign that he’s doing well, that the pleasure is too much for you. he loves prying your legs apart with his strong hands, his fingertips leaving small bruises in the plump flesh of your thighs. your moans always devolve from coherent whimpers of his name to slurred over mewls, and god, nothing makes him harder than that. 

even now, his cock jumps in his fist at the thought. ushijima moans under his breath, and he jerks himself off even faster. you make it way too easy for him to cum all over himself. what is it about you that turns him on this badly?

and eating you out has nothing on fucking you with his cock. he’ll leave you a mess, his entire mouth and chin drenched with your cum, and he’ll still want to stick his dick in you and make you cum even more. you have to be a stamina champ in your own right to keep up with him. you twitch and squirm when he grabs at your hips, and his enormous cock rubs in between your legs. 

“w-wait, i’m still sensitive-,” you choke out. the tears that bead at your eyelids drive him wild. “i can’t take your cock right now…!”

“please?” his voice is low and pleading, but the grip he has on you is almost monstrous. you relent, your pussy coiling in and the dull thrums of arousal pricking at your stomach. his cock always feels good inside you. you’ve never taken cock as big as his, and after having gotten used to sex with ushijima, both of you know that no other dick (be it from someone else or a toy) could even come close to feeling as good. 

“ahhh- waka- waka, please-” imagining your voice has ushijima squeezing his cock even harder. your cunt’s so tight, and it takes some effort to coax your taut walls into taking him whole. but you take him all the way, always. your pussy swallows inch after inch of his girthy length, and you’re recoiling into the bed by the time he bottoms out. 

he’s gonna cum. he can feel it. daydreaming about fucking you out on his cock is the breaking point for him. ushijima grits his teeth, and his abs tense up. he presses his nose more desperately into your panties, needing the push to send him over the ledge. he squeezes his cock with his fist, rubbing his calloused palm all over the twitching organ. 

he wants you, he needs you, he’s going to have you.

he vows to fuck you the moment he gets some time alone with you. after dinner maybe. he’ll butter you up with a few compliments, kiss your head as you cook, fiddle with the hem of your shirt. his cock twitches in agreement at the thought of having you so soon, and he groans. his voice gets louder and louder, unable to stop himself from wallowing in this lewd pleasure. 

ushijima’s a filthy, filthy man when it comes to you. 

nothing is sacred when you’re involved. he’s so, so insatiable greedy. all that’s on his mind is cumming, spilling all of his sticky cum all over his hand, pretending that he’s fucking your hole rather than his own fist. but your underwear and his imagination will have to do until your home, and trust him, it’s more than enough for right now.

“...kkgh-!” ushijima orgasms with a strangled cry. his vision blurs over, turning white around the edges. the pounding of his heartbeat inside of his temples escalates, and his balls tighten up harshly. generous ropes of pearly white cum shoot out, and it coats his chest, abs, and knuckles. the pleasure that consumes his body nearly knocks the wind out of him, and he throws his head back as he breathes heavily. your panties slip from his face and down onto the ground, and ushijima strokes his cock slowly through his high.

it’s so good. there’s a reason why he can’t get enough of this fucked up fetish of his. Even the shame that creeps in his stomach right after the pleasure starts to subside feels good. ushijima loves feeding this slightly masochistic side of him in dangerous increments. the coils of heat in his stomach unravel bit by bit, his vision starting to come back to its regular axis.

he sits there, stunned and still a bit fucked out. he’s overtaken with a horrendous need to see you and hold you, and he sorts his breath before deciding he should clean up and destroy any of the evidence. 

…

…

…

“waka? wakatoshi, are you there? can you help me bring the groceries in?” your voice reminds him of a clear sunny day when he hears your keys fiddle with the front door before swinging it open. 

he pads out to the entrance of your shared home, looking at you with his usual stoic expression as if nothing had happened. you smile at him, happy to be back with him. he wordlessly takes the heavy grocery bags from you, immediately moving into place to put them away in their appropriate place.

hopefully you won’t notice that one of your formerly clean panties has mysteriously moved from your dresser to the dirty laundry pile.

[katsukiib]

───── After Date Night

❥ (Aged Up) ; Katsuki Bakugo , SMUT 18+

❥ CW : Cursing, Kissing, Oral sex, Fingering, Protected sex.

❥ IN WHICH, after their long-awaited date night, Y/n invites Katsuki in her home, both with a needy desire.

❥ WC : 1073

Tonight, Katsuki had taken Y/n out to a fancy upscale restaurant, treating her to a much-needed date. His busy schedule as a pro hero, intertwined with agency obligations, left little room for his relationship, making it difficult to spend time with his girlfriend for weeks, until tonight.

Of course, Y/n understood completely as a pro hero herself, and was grateful for his thoughtful gesture. His efforts never went unnoticed by her.

Even though he didn't express it too much, he missed her a lot and yearned for her deeply.

He missed having a deep conversation with her, listening to her voice while gazing upon her beauty, and being with her...

But damn... Y/n looked so good tonight.

She walked in her high heels that showed off her confidence and her figure draped itself within her dress. The color she wore perfectly complimented her complexion along with her fragrance, captivating Katsuki in.

Throughout the entire date night, he was fixated on her and admired her while she discussed all the exciting updates in her life.

They both savored the moment, relishing in each other's company as they allowed time to slip away during their date.

After many weeks of being apart, this special time together reminded them of just how much they cherished each other. And after their date, Katsuki drove to her house, and was now parked in front of her home.

"Thank you for taking me out. I know you've been busy and all, but I appreciate you making time for me." Y/n expressed happily with a smile while caressing his hand that was rested on her thigh. "I had a nice time."

"I did too, babe." He muttered, glancing at her hand that gently slid up his arm, focusing on her touch.

"Can you come inside for a bit?" Her mesmerizing gaze effortlessly drew him in, and he was ready to just grab her and kiss her and fuck her in the backseat of his car, but he resisted.

He could hold himself back for at least one more minute.

In her home, Katsuki had Y/n pressed against the wall near the door, passionately kissing her with his hand on the edge of her face.

Y/n couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and arousal as Katsuki's lips moved against hers, his strong frame towering over her like a protective wall.

As his hand traced along her waist, a shiver ran down her spine, intensifying the desire within her. The taste of his lips lingered on hers, leaving her craving for more, craving for him.

Unable to resist any longer, as their lips were inches away from each other, she whispered in a breathless voice, "Take me, now."

He wasted no time, picking her up by her thighs and headed to her bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he then laid her down on the soft bed and went down to kiss her neck, making her let out a soft quiet moan.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful, Y/n." He whispered against her skin as he lifted her dress, revealing her upper body, then kissed down her body, cherishing her.

She felt his lips as he whispered the words that made her heart skip a beat. With every touch and every kiss, she became more aroused and desperate for him.

She closed her eyes as she let herself be carried away by the moment.

Every part of her was alive and burning with desire as he made his way down her body, kissing and nuzzling against her skin. She let out a small moan as he reached the juncture of her thighs and pulled her underwear down, dropping them down to the floor.

Katsuki's tongue moved swiftly to her clit, and started to rub it while he held her thighs apart. His mouth pleasured her, causing her to moan and arch her back in response.

His body reacted to the arousing sounds emanating from her and his cock grew harder, hearing the sweet sounds that was music to his ears.

Katsuki continued to lick and suck on her clit, and his tongue made quick circles around the sensitive nub. He slid a finger inside of her, starting to finger her and rubbed against her G-spot, causing her to shiver with pleasure and reach her high.

Just as she was about to orgasm, he stopped and teasingly kissed her thighs. Moving up her body, he connects his lips to her lips and she could taste her sweet juices on him.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and she knew that she would never forget the way that he made her feel.

Before she knew it, they were both fully undressed and they shared their love for each other as he felt her body in his hands and slid his cock into her.

He moved inside her and she wrapped her arms around him and held on tight, never wanting to let him go during the great pleasure they both experienced.

"I love you so much, Katsuki..." She moaned into his ear, which encouraged him to thrust faster against her, hearing her moans grow louder from each stroke.

"Fuck... I love you too, Y/n." He groaned, feeling his control slipping slightly, nearly bottoming out from how tight and warm she felt, almost getting lost in the pleasure.

As he moved against her, their bodies created a mesmerizing rhythm and Y/n felt her own climax rising with her heart racing in anticipation.

"Katsuki, I'm gonna cum..." She felt her hands grip onto his shoulders. He began to pound into her harder, causing her to gasp as her eyes rolled back.

And then, with a powerful spasm, she came, her body shuddering as she let out a shriek of pleasure, her hands still gripping onto him as he continued to move.

His moans muffled against her neck as he stopped deeply inside of her, cock slightly twitching inside of her throbbing cunt as his cum began to fill the tip of the condom.

Once coming back to her senses, breathing heavily, she gently rubbed his upper back. It was a moment of pure bliss for her as she realized that she had just experienced one of the most amazing moments of her life.

"Stay the night, Katsuki. Please?" She whispered soothingly, receiving a "Mmhm" with a nod in response from him.

"Let's go take a shower."

[mrsfatu08]

Title: "The Fast Track to Parenthood"

a version for my black queens

Summary: Tenya Iida, a dedicated pro hero, is balancing his high-speed responsibilities with the delicate excitement of becoming a father. In a world where villains don’t give him a break, Tenya’s biggest challenge comes in the form of preparing for a baby. A private gender reveal and a big baby shower lead to new moments of joy, but when labor arrives, Tenya will have to prove that even in the toughest situations, he can be a calm, caring father.

Chapter 1: The News

The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the apartment. Tenya Iida, always meticulous in everything he did, stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie. His fingers fumbled with the knot for a moment as he murmured to himself, his nerves getting the best of him.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” Tenya muttered under his breath, finally straightening the tie. "I’ve handled entire rescue missions, fought villains with my bare hands, but this? This feels like the biggest challenge of all."

From the doorway, Y/N, his fiancée, stepped into the room, her dark skin glowing in the soft light, her hair pulled back into a neat bun, and a smile on her face that eased some of the tension in Tenya’s chest.

"You’re going to do great," she said, walking over and resting a hand on his shoulder. "It’s just a gender reveal, Tenya. Just us and our little one. We’ve got this."

Tenya turned to face her, his glasses glinting in the light as he smiled at her, a mixture of admiration and anxiety in his expression. “You’re right. It’s just… I want everything to be perfect for you… and for our daughter.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her fingers gently brushing the fabric of his shirt as she looked up at him. “Tenya, you’re a pro hero, remember? You’ve saved the city multiple times, and now you’re going to save me from stressing about one small reveal. All you have to do is be there.”

He chuckled in return, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “And I will be, every step of the way.”

Chapter 2: The Gender Reveal

A week later, in the quiet of their apartment, Tenya and Y/N stood together in front of a simple box, just the two of them, preparing for a private moment to reveal the gender of their child.

Y/N’s fingers were gently resting on her growing belly, her dark skin glowing with the warmth of pregnancy. The excitement between them was palpable. Despite Tenya’s usual calm and composed demeanor, he was visibly anxious, his hands shaking just a bit as he reached for the box.

“This is it,” Tenya said softly, lifting the lid. Inside, there was a large balloon, its color hidden from view.

Y/N reached over, taking the string from Tenya’s hand. "Are you ready?"

Tenya swallowed, nodding slowly. He watched intently as Y/N untied the string, the balloon rising into the air. As it floated up, the color became clear—pink.

“It’s a girl,” Tenya whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "A daughter."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stepped forward to embrace Y/N, holding her close as they shared the quiet moment together. The joy in his heart was overwhelming. This was real—this little girl, their daughter, was going to be a part of their lives forever.

“I knew it,” Y/N said with a soft laugh, wiping away a few stray tears of her own. “A girl, huh? I think I can already tell she’s going to be strong—just like her father.”

Tenya smiled, his heart swelling with pride. “And she’ll be as beautiful and intelligent as you.”

They stood there for a moment, just the two of them, savoring the moment before the chaos of the world outside would inevitably come back to claim their time. But for now, it was just them and their baby girl.

Chapter 3: The Baby Shower

As the weeks passed, Y/N and Tenya prepared for the baby shower. This time, instead of a small, intimate celebration, their friends had insisted on throwing a large party for the couple. Mina Ashido and Momo Yaoyorozu, ever the enthusiastic planners, had taken over the organization, and it was shaping up to be an event no one would soon forget.

Tenya stood in front of the mirror once more, adjusting his tie—this time with more ease than before. He had learned to embrace the more relaxed approach of the baby shower. There was no danger here, no villains to defeat. Just friends, family, and the joyful anticipation of their daughter’s arrival.

Y/N walked into the room, her dark curls spilling down around her shoulders and her skin glowing with pregnancy. She wore a soft, lavender dress that made her look even more radiant.

"You look gorgeous," Tenya said, his voice full of admiration.

Y/N gave him a warm smile. “Thank you. I feel like a walking miracle right now.”

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived. Mina had arranged for balloons in every color of the rainbow, while Momo had worked out the decorations to perfection. Guests were mingling, gifts were being opened, and the room was filled with laughter.

"Tenya, Y/N!" Mina shouted over to them, rushing forward with a drink in hand. "You two are the best parents already. Look at all this love!"

Y/N laughed as Mina spun her around playfully. “I’m just happy to have so many people around to support us,” she said. “This baby is going to be surrounded by so much love.”

“Support is what it’s all about,” Tenya said, giving his fiancée a proud smile. “Our daughter will be raised with more care than even I’ve put into some of my rescues.”

The party continued with fun games, laughing friends, and thoughtful gifts—clothes, toys, blankets, books, and even some of Tenya’s favorite childhood items, like his old robot action figures, which his friends had hilariously tracked down.

As the night wore on, Tenya found himself more and more overwhelmed by the love and excitement surrounding them. He never imagined that a hero’s life would lead to such an intimate, beautiful journey. Y/N, glowing with joy, looked over at him, and their gazes locked. She mouthed, We’re doing this. Together.

Chapter 4: Labor

Several weeks later, the night they had been waiting for arrived. Y/N’s water broke while they were enjoying dinner. The moment was swift, but Tenya’s heart rate skyrocketed. He immediately jumped into action, but Y/N, always calm and collected, held up a hand.

“Tenya,” she said, breathing a little quicker as her contractions began, “Don’t worry. I’m okay. Just get me to the hospital.”

“I’m not wasting a second,” he replied firmly, scooping her up into his arms. His super speed kicked in, and in an instant, they were in the car and on their way to the hospital. Tenya’s mind raced. This was different than any mission he had been on. This was his family, his future.

At the hospital, the hours felt like days as they prepared for the delivery. Y/N was strong, but Tenya could see the exhaustion beginning to weigh on her. He held her hand tightly, speaking words of encouragement, even though inside, he was terrified.

“You’re incredible, Y/N,” he whispered. “Just a little more. I’m right here. You’re doing amazing.”

As the final moments approached, Tenya was by her side, holding her hand, offering support. And finally, the cry of a newborn filled the room.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said with a smile, handing the tiny baby to the nurse.

Tears filled Tenya’s eyes as he gazed at their daughter. "A girl," he said softly, his voice full of awe and love. "She’s perfect."

Y/N, exhausted but beaming with joy, pulled Tenya in for a kiss. "We did it. She's here. Our little girl."

They both held their daughter together for the first time, their hearts swelling with love and pride.

Chapter 5: The First Day

A few days later, after their baby girl had been safely brought home, Tenya and Y/N sat together on the couch. Y/N held their daughter in her arms, looking down at her with tears of happiness in her eyes.

Tenya, sitting beside her, rested his hand gently over hers. “She’s so small, so beautiful,” he whispered. “I never imagined this moment, but now that it’s here, it feels like everything I’ve worked for.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with love. “She’s perfect, Tenya. And she’s ours.”

As they looked down at their newborn daughter, the reality of their new life settled in. It wouldn’t always be easy. There would be challenges. But together, as a family, they would face everything the world had to offer.

And Tenya Iida, the hero who ran at the speed of light, would always make sure to slow down when it mattered most.

[graciereadshannigram]

this idea for a fic has been kicking around my brain and refusing to let me rest so here's my attempt at getting it out so the bees can leave me alone.

~

Will's voice was a weapon, sharp and commanding as it sliced through the air. Stop right there," he said, his gaze intense as he pinned Hannibal with a look that brooked no argument. "Don’t lie to me."

He watched closely, almost hungrily, as Hannibal’s mask of composure slipped. It was a mere moment, a flicker of something hungry and unguarded that danced across the psychiatrist's face as his meticulous person suit slipped just an inch. The dilation of Hannibal's pupils, a tightness around his jaw—subtle, yet unmistakably a reaction.

"Oh, you like that?" Will’s words slipped out, almost without permission, tinted with a darker, more dangerous curiosity. He savored the slight falter in Hannibal’s stance, the way his usual poised demeanor wavered under scrutiny.

Hannibal attempted to regain control, his voice smooth but slightly strained. "Will, I think you misread—"

"No, I don’t think I did." Will stepped closer, once again denying Hannibal his obfuscations and cutting off the distance, his words a clear no to any form of retreat. "And I just told you not to lie."

The reaction was immediate. Hannibal swallowed, his gaze flitting across Will's face, perhaps seeking either escape or permission. "You’ve always had an effect on me, Will. I admire everything you do, as long as it’s true to your nature."

Feeling a surge of power at the raw honesty, Will took another deliberate step, reducing the space to just a breath away. His voice was softer now, a menacing whisper, "Even if it’s in my nature to control you?"

He watched the visible shudder that ran through Hannibal, the breath that hitched a bit too loudly. It was exhilarating, this visible sign of Hannibal’s composure crumbling, an acknowledgment of the dynamic that Will had always suspected existed between them but had never dared to explore.

"I didn’t mean to seduce you so soon, but I can make it work," Will mused, leaning in closer, forcing Hannibal back against the wall. He could now see, unmistakably, the arousal in Hannibal’s eyes, the quickening of his breath. It was intoxicating, the power, the control, the undeniable rush of answering arousal that coursed through him, knowing he had Hannibal right there, on the edge.

Hannibal looked back at him, his expression a mix of shock and that darker, deeper allure they seldom spoke of. "Will—"

"Tell me about the betrayal, Hannibal," Will cut in, his tone steady, one hand coming to rest against the wall by Hannibal's temple. He needed to hear it, needed to understand, even as he navigated this charged, dangerous game they were playing. "Why did you do it? Why manipulate me–and everybody else–so thoroughly and think there would be no repercussions?"

Hannibal’s voice, when he finally spoke, was calm but thick with an emotion Will couldn’t quite place. "I wanted to see you liberated, Will. Free from the constraints you so blindly follow."

"And yet, here we are," Will shot back, his voice soft but deadly, other hand coming up to fully surround Hannibal with his body. "You’re the one constrained. Does it feel liberating?"

Hannibal’s response was to close the gap completely, pulling Will in so their bodies were flush from hip to chest. "Quid pro quo, Will. I have laid bare my truths. Now show me yours."

The direct challenge ignited something fierce within Will. He met Hannibal’s gaze, his smirk widening. "If my truth involves dominating you, Hannibal, would you accept that as part of my nature?"

A faint smile touched Hannibal’s lips as his composure began to rebuild. "I find my defenses quite...receptive to your advances."

"Good," Will breathed out, a curl of satisfaction unfurling within him. This was just the beginning, a new dynamic unfurling, and he was eager to see where it would lead. "Because I’m just getting started."

[msilwrites]

Papa Bear Material Ch 6 - (Captain Price Fic) The Tortoise vs The Old War Dog 2.0

Chapter 1  Chapter 1 (Shorter Version)  Chapter 2 Chapter 3   Chapter 4  Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 (Last Chapter)

@darkangel4121@teenagellamaangel@madzzz0797@callsignferal(To the other’s who want me to tag you when there’s an update, just tell me at the comments) A/N: Hey everyone! I know it took a while to update this story, but I wanted to make sure I did some proper research and thought through the scenario. I hope you enjoy the action, and of course, the Captain doing his best to give you (Y/N) a hard time, pushing your buttons and annoy you! Thanks for your patience, and I hope you like where this is going! The Tortoise vs The Old War Dog 2.0

Y/N walked back to her desk with a sigh of relief, the painkillers doing their job but not completely erasing the dull ache that had settled in her shoulders and back. The weight of the rifle and the heavy gear from the previous day’s training still lingered, but at least she could focus on something less physically demanding for a while.

She sat down at her desk, cracked her knuckles, and pulled up the pile of paperwork that awaited her. It wasn’t that she enjoyed it, but paperwork was one of those things that she didn’t mind doing. It was easy, if not a bit tedious, and compared to carrying heavy ammunition and rifles for hours on end, it was a welcome change. The quiet hum of the office helped calm her mind, and she could almost forget about the stiffness in her muscles.

As she began filling out the forms and reports, her thoughts wandered briefly to the next round of drills. She would be part of the assault team today, taking on the role of the attacker, and though the pain in her body was still there, she was more than capable of pushing through it. In some ways, paperwork was a brief respite before the chaos that would unfold once the exercises began. -------

Y/N sat on the rooftop, savoring her mid-afternoon tea break. The cool breeze ruffled her hair as she took a bite of her dessert, the sweetness a stark contrast to the frustration swirling in her mind. She sighed, her thoughts drifting back to the drill.

Price had pushed her harder than anyone else, especially after he’d lost the first round of drills against her and her team. The thing was, part of her suspected he was baiting her, testing her limits. But then again, maybe that was just how he operated. He wasn’t the type to go easy on anyone. He was Commander Price, after all—an SAS Captain with years of experience in the field.

Her team had lost as the defense, too slow to react. She tried to reason with him afterward, but his response had been firm.

“You’re good, but not sharp enough. You had him cornered. Why’d you let him slip?” Price’s disappointment had been clear.

“I prioritized securing the area for my team,” she’d explained, defensive. “I wasn’t risking moving forward without ensuring we were safe.”

“Safe?” Price had countered. “This wasn’t about playing it safe. Your job was to capture the target. That’s priority—everything else comes second.”

Her jaw tightened, but he didn’t give her a chance to retort.

“You’re leading a team of pros, not babysitting rookies. They’ve got their training, their job to cover each other. Your job is to make the calls that get the mission done—not sweep every hallway like it’s a Sunday stroll.”

“I wasn’t babysitting,” she snapped. “I was minimizing casualties.”

Price’s tone softened, but his words remained sharp. “And that’s admirable. But hesitation and over-caution can cost just as much as recklessness. Want fewer casualties? Finish the mission quickly and decisively.”

----------

She still recalled his words as she sat there, her pride still stinging. In a real op, the chase wouldn’t end when the target reached the building's final room. If they tried to escape, she’d still have to pursue them outside, on the streets, through alleyways—wherever. She should’ve reasoned that earlier. Why hadn’t she?

She clenched her jaw, irritated with herself, trying to shake the feeling of failure. Price’s methods were working just a little too well. But she wasn’t about to let him get the better of her next time.

The sound of the rooftop door creaking open interrupted her thoughts. Y/N froze, instinctively slipping into the shadowed corner behind a metal vent, her heart rate quickening when she caught a glimpse of who it was.

The familiar heavy footsteps echoed across the concrete, the tall, imposing figure coming into view. She sighed inwardly. Price.

She should’ve known this quiet wouldn’t last. She’d been avoiding him ever since her first day as a reservist, when she found out he was the new trainer. Gaz, their mutual friend, had been relentlessly trying to set them up, as if he could just will it into happening. The Captain had made his intentions clear—far too clear—telling her straight to her face that he fancied her. But she wasn’t interested in any of that. She didn’t trust anyone, especially someone like Price. Not after everything.

Everything she'd gone through, but she’d survived it all—by herself. She didn’t need the potential of getting hurt again. Though she had to admit, Price was handsome, and sexy as hell. Which was exactly why she avoided him.

"Lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from Captain Price," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "If that’s not testing my resolve, I don’t know what is."

She watched from her hiding spot, jaw set in frustration as he moved to the edge of the rooftop, gazing out over the city. He didn’t seem to notice her there, which was just how she liked it. For now.

But the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach didn’t go away. She could only hope he wouldn’t stick around long enough to catch her. The last thing she needed was another one of his charming but insufferable comments.

Y/N watched from her corner as Price fumbled with his cigar, trying to light it. He clicked the lighter again and again, each attempt only producing a weak flicker of flame that quickly died out. She couldn’t help but smirk slightly, though she remained hidden.

“Oi,” he called out, his voice gruff, but laced with amusement. “Whoever’s out there, you got a lighter?”

There was nothing but silence, the only sound the faint rustling of the wind against the rooftop. He huffed in frustration, shaking the lighter and trying again.

“I know someone’s out there,” he teased, his tone playful. “I can see your hair popping out of that vent.”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, but made no move to face him. “No, I do not have a lighter.”

Price grinned to himself, recognizing the voice. He had a good idea of who was hiding. With a cocky step, he walked toward the back of the metal vent, moving closer.

Hearing his footsteps grow louder, Y/N’s heart rate spiked. Her instincts kicked in, and she peeked out from her hiding spot, catching a glimpse of him heading straight toward her.

A sharp breath left her as she bolted upright, eyes wide with urgency. Without a second thought, she darted for the rooftop door, hoping to slip out before he could get any closer.

She bolted down the fire exit staircase, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she took the stairs two at a time, heart racing in her chest. By the time she reached her cubicle, she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, panting.

"That was fucking close..." she muttered under her breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She collapsed into her chair, trying to steady her breathing, but the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the pile of paperwork back onto her desk. No escaping it now. She had no choice but to dive back into the mountain of forms, her mind racing with everything but the task at hand.

A/N: Things are heating up! Captain Price may have gotten the better of Y/N this time, but he’s not done yet!! The chase is far from over, and he's not going to let her off the hook that easily. Get ready for when he finally catches her… It’s only a matter of time. 😉

Edit: Next Chapter is Here!!

[freya-fallen]

Little Dove 1/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

TW: none for this chapter, but future parts may include, but are not limited to, noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, yandere hawks, yandere dabi, coercion, lying, manipulation, grooming (of an 18 year old character), obsession, gaslighting...

Part 2

You have wings, too, though they’re nothing like his. Where his are scarlet as fresh-spilt blood, yours are the soft white of a swan’s feathers. He says they’re beautiful and perfect, just like you, but you’re so much weaker than he is. Your feathers can’t be controlled by your mind; when they come off, they flutter to the ground and remain there, lifeless. You think that’s why you can’t really fly. Keigo’s feathers have a telekinetic aspect to them and they’re so strong, able to lift things far larger than they should. You wish yours were more like his.

“Don’t say that, dove.”

You hum as he preens your wings for you. It’s something you’ve done together for one another since you were small. Neither of your parents had wings; your dad had feathers and your mom has those floating eyes, but only you and Keigo share the extra appendages. It’s nice to have that in common, because you feel you look more like your mother otherwise. 

One warm hand smooths over the curve of your wing. It feels so nice. You tighten your arms around your knees and savor the sensation. “If my feathers were more like yours, I could be your sidekick.”

“I’d rather you weren’t.” His tone is gently chiding. “You’re too precious to me.” His goatee tickles your shoulder as he lays his chin on it. 

You giggle. “If I were stronger, the villains would fear me.”

“My fearsome little sister.” His hands wiggle at your sides and you explode into a fit of laughter. “Villains beware! The Chuckling Chicken will get you!”

You kick and squirm beneath his hands. “Keigoooooo. Not a chicken!” You want to be indignant, but he’s so tickling you too well for you to feel anything but the excitement.”

“Yes, a chicken,” he insists. “A clucking little hen gonna peck their eyes out.”

“Noooo.” You bat ineffectually at his chest. 

Before you can get too tired, Keigo stops. He leans over you, so soft in his own home, so unlike the cocky show he puts on for the public. “You know I would worry too much about you if you were a hero.”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him in an embrace. Keigo knows the risks better than you do; he goes out and fights every day. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home, he’s too busy keeping the city safe. “I worry about you, you know.”

“I know.” He rolls over to lie beside you on the bed.

Moments like these, you can forget that you’re brother is one of the most popular, powerful heroes in Japan. He’s right under the hero who saved you as children, Endeavor.

You twine your fingers with Keigo’s as you stare up at the ceiling. Your wings are spread just enough to be comfortable beneath you and he mirrors you. “Half the girls at my school have a crush on you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Uh-huh. They think you’re so cool and handsome. I wonder what they’d think if they knew you’re such a dork.”

“Tch.” He rises to his side, leaning on an elbow. “I’m not a dork. That would be you.”

You roll your eyes. “Do you have any idea how weird it is to hear girls gossiping about your brother? And not even be able to say anything?”

“I know, dove. But it’s safer this way.” He squeezes your hand and sits up just in time for his phone to go off. He raises it and sighs. “Well, back to the grind I go.” He kisses your forehead and grabs his jacket from where it sits on the nightstand, then he’s out the door.

You lie there for a moment then your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready for school. At least you got to spend time with Keigo; those moments are so fleeting, so precious, and you appreciate each and every one of them.

You change out of night clothes and into your uniform, carefully slipping each wing through it’s back hole. The snowy white of your feathers contrasts the starched so-close-to-perfectly-white fabric of your blouse. You’re glad it’s summer so you don’t have to put the blazer over your shoulders too. Honestly, putting on shirts is your least favorite part of getting dressed.

There’s a springy pop and you realize Keigo must have put your morning toast in the toaster. He’s so thoughtful. You smile to yourself as you butter the bread and pour the juice he insists you drink; you’d like coffee, but he refuses to have it or a coffee maker delivered to the loft. He says it’s bad for you. “You’re a growing girl.” Nevermind that you’re an adult in your last year of highschool.

There’s a nondescript black car waiting outside, just as on every schoolday. Being Hawks’ sister means you live in a nice flat with high security, there are people who ensure you have all your needs met, and you get a ride anywhere you need to go.

It also means you have no close friends who can come over. You rarely get invited out since you can’t tell anyone about your family situation, so it’s usually straight home.

Your care is part of Keigo’s agreement with the commission; you’ll be provided for as long as he works for them or (in case of the worst) if he dies in the line of duty.

There a bunch of benefits and all, too, but you leave the details to him. The most important part is that you and he have your own nest at the top of a building owned by the commission, a penthouse apartment that’s nicely outfitted for the pair of you. Not that Keigo gets to come home very often; you’re fairly sure he sleeps at his agency as often as not.

It beats living with your mother.

Keigo made arrangements for her as well, but neither of you has contact with her.

School is mostly boring. You do well; you have little else to do with your time, so your studies are a major focus. You’re thinking of going into hero agency business or support, that way you can work for the Hawks Agency and spend more time with Keigo. You’d also get to see what he does, what his work space is like. However, as the best of the best, your brother’s agency is picky in who it hires. Since your existence is hidden from the world, you have to look the part. Your school is posh; it’s no UA, but well known enough and respected for those who aren’t trying to enter a hero course.

Classes pass by with nothing more interesting than a little gossip about who’s dating whom or who will go to a certain place later, at least until lunch.

A television streams news in the corner. Usually you don’t pay attention to it, but a flash of crimson crosses the screen and you turn toward it so fast you almost get whiplash.

There’s Keigo on the screen. He and Endeavor are fighting a villain together. You gasp as your brother takes a hit. Tears flood your eyes, but you can’t look away. He grits his teeth in a facsimile of a grin. The camera zooms in as his lips move, but his words are unheard. No doubt it’s some quip he’s airing to dismiss any concern over his well-being. 

“Oh my god! I hope Hawks is okay!” All around you, other students are watching the fight unfold.

They’re gathering quite the crowd in person, too. You count out news casters, camera people, everyday folks with their cell phones out… One guy sweeps up a phone from the ground; he must’ve dropped it. It’s red case catches the light, then you’re distracted by Endeavor sending out a wave of fire.

You can’t imagine the amount of collateral damage this fight will produce. The villain is likee noone you’ve ever seen. His skin blends into the shadows, his eyes glow yellow, and he’s enormous. Keigo, average height and lightly built beneath his baggy clothes, looks so small as he fights against the man, and beside the enormous beacon of strength that is Endeavor. 

You send up a prayer that the flame hero keeps your brother safe. Other than Keigo, he’s your favorite hero. You have no idea if he remembers the two winged children he rescued many years ago, but you remember him. 

Your anxiety climbs until a new hero joins the fray. It’s Miruko, the rabbit hero, and she comes in with a mighty bunny kick that send the villain reeling.

The three top pros turn the tide and relief spills through your chest as emergency responders come in to clean after the heroes are done.

You unclench your hands where they were balled hard enough the skin in your palms shows red half moons.

It’s okay now. Keigo is okay.

In your school bag, your phone buzzes. You won’t see the text for hours.

>Who would hawks have saved as my little dove in his contacts?

want to be added to the taglist? lemme know

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Maggot’s Kiss Pt. 2

You must be dreaming. A bad dream, really. One where you’re out in the middle of the desert, hurtling down lengthy, desolate stretches of highway in a sardine can packed with oil and about fifteen sweaty pro-skaters. Bam looks for validation in all the wrong places, and you were one of those places.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Angst, Fluff)

3.3k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, Enemies to lovers, jealousy, crude language, very suggestive content, bullying, (small) implied age gap, injury, wound care, boners, smoking, make outs, bad sex, semi-public sex, insecurity, misogyny

An: Thank you for sending in requests! This is, in fact, the single fic I have worked on for the longest- over nine months! Hours of research and writing (and re-writing…) went into this, so I hope you all enjoy! :) I wanted to keep the door open for a Pt. 3, so please lmk if that’s something you’d like to see! As a note, the opening scene of this fic was largely inspired by my experiences using lidocaine after walking ~10 miles a day for a week- long story, but a fun one!

Your motel room looked like a military field hospital, sweaty, lifeless bodies draped over whatever pieces of furniture were closest when you walked in. What the X-Games doesn’t show you is the toll professional skating can take on your body, and given your usual medic couldn’t make the trip, the severely injured were given priority. Just about everybody had something wrong with them. You got off easy with just a blasted elbow, but that paled in comparison to the rotten luck Bam had up to this point. “Yeah, racked my nuts so bad yesterday- m’still pissin’ blood…”

This was, of course, in addition to several broken ribs and those sore thigh muscles you were slathering up in that minty, burn your eyes lidocaine jelly. Better than the rank, dense sweat that permitted every inch of peeling wallpaper and crusty carpet…Sitting there with one leg dangling over the arm of the chair, Bam looked like some king, waiting for a subject to come and kiss his ring, with the shitty lamp in the corner of the room casting this golden halo around his head. He watched you with half lidded eyes, letting out an occasional wince or hiss through his teeth as the gel stung in the angry little scratches on legs.

“Give it a break, dude. You’re gonna end up in a full body cast before the tour is done- I’m callin’ it.” Bam’s Adam’s Apple bobbed as he let out a low groan, his head leaning back when your scabbed over palms worked out a knot in his pale thigh. There was a weird privacy this afforded you, what with how the rest of the team was passed out or distracted with their own injuries…Your face was inches away from those flannel boxers that sat dangerously low on Bam hips as he wilted in his seat and muttered, “Yeah, yeah- I’ll be fine, Nurse Y/N...”

The worst part of this wasn't the fact that Bam got a hard on while your face was inches from his crotch. It was how he was shamelessly flashing that tattoo and all that prime hip real estate, contours shiny with sweat. Fucking sinful- and he didn’t have a shread of shame about getting a boner in a room full of his half naked teammates. Slut. Glancing down to the tent in his boxers, you bitterly chuckled, not pretending you were some doting, caring mother figure, “Well, at least we know it still works...” Punctuating your sentence with a tight squeeze to a bundle of muscle, you savored the way Bam squirmed as he melted under your numb palms like ice cubes spat out onto the sidewalk.

His little facade crumpled in front of your face, but he still put up the ghost of resistance, “You are suh-such a sadistic bitch…” Sadistic implied you got pleasure from his pain, but there was more than that. The little, soft breaths he let out so as to not make the ache on his chest worse made you want to tug those ACE bandages on his torso to one side and dig your fingers into the tender, purple bits hidden under them.

You could listen to the engine groan, but that won’t pass the time when you need to be in the next state over by morning. Didn’t keep you warm either, as the tour bus you and the rest of Tony Hawk’s skate team were packed into sped down I-10, and at two am became a refrigerator in the desert night. But after a long day of skating in Ari-Fucking-Zona, there was no amount of noise that could wake those guys up. No amount of mattress creaking or stiffled moaning…

Luckily, you could come up with a few ideas to stay warm under the frigid den of night. This sort of writhing, slithering mass of limbs was stuffed into one bunk, with Bam latched on your neck as if he were Cleopatra’s asp. A little petulant about not being able to have sex in a bus with all your teammates present, he greedily palmed at you, wide hands slipping up the bottom of you tank top. Suddenly, a thought occurred to you. Keeping your voice down, you asked incredulously, “What happened to, ‘no way in hell am I touchin’ you.’?” Thank god it was dark so that Bam didn’t see the shit eating grin on your face. But this was something that had been bothering you for a while- ever since that incident at the skatepark, you weren't sure what the two of you were. Friends? Dating? Something between that? Bam let out a low, vibrating groan against your neck, “Shut up…” before he resumed making swollen, fat hickeys on your neck.

No, you were not about to be demoted to Bam Margera’s road fleshlight. Grabbing a handful of his long, sweaty curls, you yanked him off of your carotid with a pop, leaving him to stare up at you with those big, shocked eyes. Bam was about to tell you that it's none of your business- that you should stop being so goddamn weird and critical about everything he does because he could just find another girl who’d be over the moon to be gettin’ all this, and if he did, he wouldn’t have to put up with all your bitchin’. Key word about to, because thevan made this horrible wheezing noise cutting off any sass he was about to give you. Judging from the sputtering coming from the engine and the sudden realization that you were slowing down, it seemed this was more serious than hitting an armadillo.

Despite the initial confusion, you did feel a tinge of satisfaction when Bam thwacked his head on the roof of the bunk trying to see what was going on, wincing and falling face-first into your tits. Flicking on the hazards, the driver eased the dying bus into the parking lot of a nearby rest stop. Surprisingly, the only person who was roused in this process was the team’s pseudo father, Tony, who had this little sensor in his head that went off whenever shit started going south. After he left to see if he could find a technician, you tried to give the tension between yourself and Bam a little room to breathe and stood outside the bus in your pajamas, only for him to follow you.

Wedging a cigarette between your teeth, silence hung heavy between the two of you- as heavy as the desert air could allow. Lips curling into that signature, plastic MTV star smirk, the tip of Bam’s cig glowed red under the white, fluorescent lights of the gas station as he took a drag. Everyone looks bad under those lights, you realized, because you could really see them- more bare than being naked. He just…watched you, studying your movements with odd intensity. Bam wanted a reaction, but you refused to give it to him, and that made him upset. Tossing his smoldering butt about an inch shy of your bare foot, all semblance of politeness fell away. Your lack of a reaction must’ve stirred something in Bam, because wordlessly, he retreated to the bus.

Taking your chance to flee the scene, you slipped away into the Speedway to see how Tony was doing on that mechanic and maybe grab yourself a slushie. Leaning into the little cubicle the pay phone sat in with the kind of stress on his face you would expect to see from a doctor three hours into open heart surgery, he explained, “Well, they can get a guy out in a couple hours, but until then we’re kinda stuck here.” Outside, you caught a glance of Bam in the parking lot about three seconds away from hurling his board through a plate glass window. Still staring at you. Sighing, you took a step out of the shatter zone, ducking past a pamphlet stand and pocketing a few before you slipped out the door. You didn’t even get your slushie.

Call in the bomb squad, Tony. His eyes were hard and distant, like he was searching for something to break or someone to punch. “Hey, Bam! Whatch’a workin’ on over there?” You could tell he saw you on your way to talk him down from his little temper tantrum, because he suddenly got all cool after you called out to him. Instead of responding, he shot you a glare, ignoring your attempts at civility as he re-attempted that frontside 50-50 on the curb he just couldn’t seem to nail. You wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to stop being such a little bitch. But you didn’t.

“Check this out, they got-“ fishing in your pocket, you drew out the first pamphlet you found and quickly skimmed it, feigning excitement, “they got paintball! C'mon- if we have a free day, we gotta do it.” Like a kid at the store who was promised candy if they stopped crying, Bam got silent. Paintball is fun. Chasing your teammates around is fun. And as it happens, hunting people down with the goal of inflicting nasty, paintball related injuries is very fun. As you watched the gears in Bam’s head spin, the animosity plastered across his face washed away into something more familiar. “Your ass is mine, Y/N.”

The place was a warzone. Literally- Warzone Paintball and Airsoft. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do after a day skating at Planet Plywood was to roll around in the dust and mud, but you had already convinced Tony, and most of the guys were stoked about it. Key word, most. “Vegas is, like- an hour from here.” Tim complained, lacing up regulation standard combat boots next to you in the locker room. Yes, the single locker room, which nobody cared about you being in except you know who sneaking glances from the corner as you tugged on your camo gear. Walking out into paint spattered no man’s land, trash talk flew across the field from both sides (but mostly Bam’s side). Their demented leader himself even posed you a kind offer, “Hey, captain hardass! Y’want me t’hold your purse for you?” Turning to Tony, you mouthed something about getting the little one in the ribs.

Over the loudspeakers a buzzer went off, and the match had begun! Clacking noises from gunfire echoed off the walls, mingling with shouting and splattering paint. Diving behind a fake oil drum, neon colored rounds whizzed past your ears as you taken out a few men. This was Rambo. No, more like Stripes, because with great timing, you had to reload. “Shit- shit, fuck…” Fumbling with the second round, your nerves were not in any way aided by the advancing hoofbeats from the other side of the course. To your left, Mike Ellis rolled over a plywood crate and joined you, providing decent cover for you to regain your footing.

More than justice, you had your sights set on humbling that little Philly-trash twerp. Staying low, you ducked into a ditch just in time to hear from your side, “Oh, you are dead, fucker!“ There goes Tim, firing with abandon as he charged headlong into the heat of battle, only to be quickly gunned down by the opposition who all whooped and high-fived. Oh well, there goes that plan. Back to hunting Bam! Taking the hint, you decided to stay out of the line of fire, creeping along the far wall to check for openings.

Somehow, you couldn't take your head off a swivel despite the fact you were covered. Some primal, instinctual part of your brain told you not to let your guard down. Crouching behind a shipping container on one edge of the battlefield, that adrenaline thrumming through you was amplified by the sudden silence. The noise of war seemed a world away, and now all that was left was you and your gun. Or so you thought.

Suddenly, the cold, hard steel of a muzzle pressed against the back of your skull, the only part of your head the protective mask didn’t cover. You knew who it was. “Hey…” you put your hands up in a surrender you weren't sure was genuine or faux, “none’a that close range shit…” Blue eyes shining with mischief behind his mask, Bam cast a shadow over you, standing so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body- his half shirtless body, courtesy of the un-air conditioned warehouse. There was an unmistakable, vindictive glee in his voice as he broke the silence, “Say uncle.” But you were not about to give Bam the satisfaction, so you kept your mouth shut. Wait a beat, two, three. Behind you, Tony called your name for backup, but you didn’t budge. Your gun was light. Jabbing you provocatively, Bam egged you on, “C'mon- say it!” He sounded significantly more serious now…and you still didn’t. With a click, you were hit with the sting of an intercepted round directly to your asscheek, making you jolt. “Ah! Fuck you, Margera!”

It's easy to let life on the road become moving wallpaper, like the blur of scenery outside van windows, so you measured your time touring in dinners. Tonight was some pseudo Italian restaurant just a step below Olive Garden. Not that it mattered- all you have to do is throw a couple Steak-Umm’s, Bac-O’s, or a wayward fan their way, and these men chow down like a pack of wild dogs. Plus you were happy for a break from your routine visits to the clown, the king, or the colonel.

But as you stared at Bam across the red and white gingham tablecloth, he looked…different. You couldn’t place it- something in the way his curls fell into his eyes made them lack the hardness they usually held when he met your gaze. Maybe this was some post-coital bliss he receives from causing problems? That would explain a lot, actually…Nonetheless, he was just Bam. Immature, dumb Bam, who was eating spaghetti at the same table you were eating spaghetti at. Wiping a bit of sauce off the corner of his mouth with a black painted fingernail, he continued animatedly telling some war story about his latest injury, “I ended up pulling, like- every muscle in my leg and I couldn’t skate for two weeks!”

As Bam went on to explain how he bought a ferrari to lift his spirits, you glanced over to the red frosted glass that sat in front of him and realized something: he was the only person not drinking. In fact, you’d never seen Bam drink. When his story hit a lull and the team got distracted by discussing whatever was on the itinerary for tomorrow, you leaned over towards him, “Hey, Bam. How old’re you again?” Confused as to why the hell you would bring that up, he raised an eyebrow as if you should know this, “I’m twenty one…?” You almost spat your drink out. He was just a baby! Standing next to the other guys on the team, he always looked so goddamn young, and now you know why.

“What, you a cougar’re some shit?” You rushed to defend yourself, because you hadn’t even thought of it like that, “No- no! How old do you th- don’t answer that.” He lost it at your reaction, that signature grin flashing across his face that you couldn’t help finding disarming in a sweet, boyish way. I’m every way, you should have the advantage in this conversation, yet Bam managed to reduce you to stumbling over your words and bring you back to the same banter the two of you had before this whole, ‘will they? won’t they?’ bullshit. Smug as ever, especially now that he had thrown down the gauntlet among a mess of marinara stained plates and half eaten breadsticks, Bam sat back in his seat.

But even though the way you looked at him changed, Bam could not change for the life of him. Yeah, you were in a pseudo-relationship, but obviously the rest of the team didn’t know that- they couldn’t know that, or else there was no way anybody would take you seriously. Oh, look at Y/N, fucking her way onto a skate team…Point is, there’s nothing you could do when he flirted with chicks at the bar, or when the hood women who lined the rail at the skate exhibitions made no effort to conceal what they wanted, because unlike Bam, you have a modicum of grace and decorum and you do not turn into a brooding teenager when your property is threatened.

On the tour bus, there was always a blackjack game running somewhere, some guys playing Pro Skater on one tv, watching dvds on another- and when that wasn’t happening, Mike Ellis was blasting DMX and trying to start impromptu wrestling matches. Conversely, Bam had his own ways of passing time. See, he got this idea in his head about figuring out how to fuck in a bunk because bus toilets are decidedly unsexy. He positioned you any which way he needed, “Alright…if you put your leg here, an’ I move like this…” Tangling your bodies together, Bam remained determined, “Yeah. Yeah- we could do this…”

For a moment, you wondered how long he’d been thinking this over, but your mind quickly wandered to someplace else…Those girls that frothed at the mouth when Bam breathed obviously didn’t know him like you and the rest of the team knew him. They didn’t know that the only reason the fact you shared bunks most nights was never questioned was that he couldn’t stand to be alone, whether that be in life or just for an evening (At least, that’s your theory). They didn’t know how when he looked around after he did something stupid, he wasn’t looking to see if someone got that on camera- he wanted to see if anyone was paying attention to him, laughing at him. They weren’t aware that his on tour fuckbuddy knew what it took to get him whining and squealing like a girl, which frankly wasn't a lot.

Keeping your voice down so as to only be heard by the young, afterglowy man clinging to your chest like the dirt from his last fall, you couldn’t fight a grin as you shook your head, “Don’t look at me like that…” You could just feel those expectant baby deer eyes boring holes into your head before you finally admitted, “It was fine!” And like a light switch, he fell. The look on Bam’s face was as if the paparazzi had just caught him outside a strip mall porn shop with ‘Anal Rampage’ tucked under his arm. “What? Wha’dyou mean, ‘fine’?” Bam would’ve rather you slapped him across the face and told him he was awful in bed. Despite his indignation and the shattered little look on his face, you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him seriously enough to lie that you were any more enthused at his performance than you actually were, “It’s alright- It was just…it was good.” You took pleasure in patronizing him, doing everything short of ruffling his hair and telling him ‘nice try, champ’.

Hurriedly, he launched into a rant, “Hey- it was cramped! This thing barely fits one person, and I pulled a muscle in my leg yesterday. Why don’t you try t’do better?” Fumbling in his flustered state, Bam neglected to keep his voice down so as to not alert the rest of the team, whisper yelling just audibly outside of the drawn curtain. But even though Tony and Mike and whoever else was listening, he felt no need to cover himself. In fact, he doubled down, “No, no- bullshit! I’ll show you just how good I am. This ain’t over!”

[sophrosynesworld]

Nostalgia's Table

I don't know if this is good, I haven't really edited it, so be warned haha.

"I’m so sorry I ran late, you guys. Apparently, villains never take a break for dinner," I apologize, shrugging off my coat as I join my friends. The chill from outside still clings to me, but the warmth radiating from the stoves inside the cozy restaurant makes it much more bearable.

Ochaco stands up from her seat and wraps me in a welcoming hug. "You can sit next to Sero," she says with a warm smile, gesturing to the empty spot beside him. I return her smile and slide into the seat, feeling a sense of relief and comfort in the familiar company.

The table is already covered with plates of food and steaming mugs of hot tea, the rich aroma mingling with the scent of beef and sauces.

"So, how did it go with the villain?" Ochaco asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she sips her drink.

I let out a sigh. "It was a tough one. He had this really tricky ability to create illusions, making it a real pain to pin him down. But we finally managed to corner him in an old warehouse. The fight was intense, but we got him."

"Sounds like you had all the fun," Bakugo grumbles, though there's a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Yeah, it wasn't fun at all," I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. "The paperwork was the worst part. By the time I finished, my hand felt like it was going to fall off."

Kirishima laughs, a bright, infectious sound. "Well, at least you're here now. We've missed you."

I smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the stoves. "I've missed you guys too. It's good to be back."

As the night goes on, our drunken conversations flow easily, filled with laughter and stories. We share our recent adventures, joke about our mishaps, and for a little while, the worries of hero work fade into the background.

"Remember that time in our first year when Kaminari short-circuited himself trying to show off?" Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head.

"Oh man, he was out of it for hours," Mina giggles. "Kept asking if he could borrow someone's 'brain waves' to recharge."

"And then there was that one time when Sero's tape got stuck on Principal Nezu's chair," I chime in. "He tried to play it cool, but you could see the panic in his eyes."

"Yeah, and who can forget Deku saving the world a million times," Bakugo smirks, rolling his eyes. "Who has that much beef with a 15-year-old?"

Midoriya, sitting across from us, blushes but laughs along. "Hey, it worked out in the end, didn't it?"

"We were such a mess back then," Momo smiles holding up her bottle of sake. "I can’t believe they let us become pro heroes after all." Sizzling sounds of meat cooking on the grill and the aroma of seasoned beef, pork, and vegetables fill the air.

"Pass me the tongs," Bakugo says, reaching for another slice of marinated beef. "You all remember the first time we did this? Half of you didn't even know how to use the grill."

"Yeah, like that time when Kaminari almost set the place on fire," Kirishima laughs, nudging Kaminari playfully. "You poured way too much oil, dude!"

Kaminari grins sheepishly. "Hey, it was an honest mistake. Plus, it made for a good story!"

The grill sizzles with new additions of meat and vegetables, the table fills with side dishes like kimchi, pickled radish, and bowls of steaming rice.

"And who can forget the time when Uraraka tried to use her Quirk to make the meat float?" I add, grinning. "We ended up with a piece of beef stuck to the ceiling."

Uraraka laughs, covering her face with her hands. "I was just trying to make it more fun! Who knew it would stick like that?"

"Good times," Kirishima says, raising his glass. "We've come a long way from those days, but it's nice to know we can still get together and have fun."

We all raise our glasses, toasting to friendship and the shared memories that have shaped us. The conversation continues with more stories and laughter as we savor the delicious BBQ. Bakugo, despite his tough exterior, expertly grills the meat, ensuring everyone has their fill.

"So, what's next for everyone?" I ask between bites, curious about my friends' plans.

"More hero work, of course," Midoriya replies, his eyes shining with determination. "We've got to keep improving and protecting everyone."

"Maybe we can go to the beach this summer" Todoroki suggests.

With a shared enthusiasm, everyone nods, anticipation already building for the next gathering. Our phones buzz in unison, agencies summoning us. Our gazes dart from one another, ensuring we share the same urgent message.

Phones are stashed in pockets, coats hurriedly donned, and cash tossed onto the counter to settle the bill.

"Ready for a team-up?"

[anniebear-92]

Paw Prints

Have I risen from the dead? Seemingly. I am sorry for the long delay, there has been quite a bit going on in my life that I just have not had the time to sit down and bust out this next part. I think the next part will be the NSFW part that will not really add to the story should you wish to skip it. I plan at least one other SFW part and then our story will be coming to an end. Stay tuned though as I have other ideas that I have written down for one shots, fics and head cannons :)

Summary:

Things just have not been the same since your phone call with Kirishima. Given the cold shoulder from your cat is nothing new but you've had enough and are bout to do something about it.

It had been a quiet, long last few days since your conversation with Kirishima. Katsuki had been seemingly giving you the cold shoulder as he refused to speak more than a few words towards you or even meet your gaze. He had even taken to sleeping in the guest room to your shock.

Kirishima had called just a bit ago to inform that he aquired documentation for the feline to enroll in school and was planning to drop them off later this afternoon. You huffed as your gaze followed the broad shoulders of his best friend as he naviagated around the kitchen, banging and throwing things into a pan.

You had contiplated several senarios in your head as to what could've caused his sudden coldness towards you, none of them lining up properly to the truth. A plate was dropped into your lap as he fell into the spot beside you, the chopsticks he now weilded like a pro digging into his meal and depositing the haul bewteen those full pink lips of his. Heat began creeping up the back of your neck as your gaze dragged over the features of the handsome man that shared your home. Becoming hotter than the sun when you found the vermillion pair boring back into yours.

Clearing your throat you began tearing into your own out of embarrassment at being caught. It has become increasingly hard to continue denying any sort of attraction or feelings towards the stoic blonde. Kirishima continues to this day to push the issue that he can clearly see it and you should just tell him how you feel. The flavors of the food had you lost in thought as you savored when a crash of chopsticks hitting an empty plate earned your attention.

Katsuki had scarfed down his meal, now ready to return to the kitchen and dump his plate in the sink before retreating into the guest bedroom for the fifth day in a row without a word. As he stood, you found yourself unable to take the silence any longer.

"Katsuki."

His body visibly stiffened as his eyes narrowed down at you. No words were shared as he waited for you to speak.

"Could, you tell me what I did to earn your silence? It's about as bad as when you were in your cat form all the time. Kind of a one sided conversation really."

He snorted sharply, turning to take his plate to the kitchen once again in silence.

"Katsuki! Come on, I can't apologize or grovel to you for something I don't know what I did!" You followed him with your own empty plate now, visible distress on your face as he huffed and dropped the plate into the sink.

He rounded and snatched the plate from your hands, his gaze boring into your own.

"It's fine."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest before rebutting his statement.

"It's clearly not fine. You've been completely ignoring my existence for days. Sleeping in the guest bedroom after arguing with me that you'd be sharing my bed as always and even spending time in your cat form when you need to leave the room for whatever reason! I haven't even been scented in awhile which is abnormal, especially when I came in yesterday after petting that stray dog in the park!"

His nose wrinkled in memory of the horrid smell, he had fought his instincts to rid you of that horrible odor the second you walked into the door. However he had resolve, if avoiding you to get rid of these feelings you clearly didn't want wasn't going to work he would have to find another tactic.

"Fine. I was upset and now I'm not. Happy? I'll scent you and sleep in your bed again if you want."

Inhaling deeply while closing your eyes in frustration. His stubborn streak was about on your last nerve when the doorbell rang.

"It's Kirishima."

He simply stated before turning and walking towards the guest room once again, most likely to either hide or change his clothes for the day.

Swinging the door open you found the shining redhead standing there with a manila folder in hand and flanked by someone you were, unfamiliar with.

"Hey! I have Katsuki's stuff!"

His bright smile dropped when he saw the distress in yours, shaking your head you gave him the faux smile you always did to hide the argument you had just endured.

"Thanks, I'm sure he'll be excited. Uh, who is this?"

You shot a polite smile to the shorter of the two now standing inside your entry way. His unruly dark hair curled around his face that was littered with freckles and bright, shining emerald eyes. He wore a smile that rivaled Kiri's when he stuck his hand out.

"Hello! I am Izuku Midoriya. I'm an old friend of Kirishima and Kacchan's."

You cocked a brow at the second name, unsure of who he was referring to.

"Kaachan is Katsuki. He and Izuku were friends back when he was a Kitten, before he was adopted by that family. Midoriya joined my family's organization as a volunteer a few years ago to help other hybrids."

Your eyes flashed between the two in surprise at the mention of the secret race as if he was not a total stranger in your home.

"Ah! Sorry, I am a hybrid too. Don't worry about your secret getting out!"

The bright smile of the shorter man grew wider as long matching dark ears sprouted from under the curls, reminding you of a... rabbit!

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" The growling voice of your roommate came from just around the corner, like he didn't tell you who was at the door.

"It's Kirishima and a friend!" You called, ignoring the fact he was actually speaking with you as if he had not ignored you for days on end. He rounded the corner quickly and came to a halt at the sight of the bunny hybrid.

"What the fuck?"

His lip curled and he was immediately behind you with such speed, thick arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back into the solid wall of muscle.

"What are you doing here Deku?!"

Blinking rapidly the shorter man returned to his human state as his eyes began flicking between the two of you.

"I heard from Kirishima he had made contact with you once again. I came to see my old friend, also if it was true you had found and are living with your mate."

A large hand clamped over the smaller man's mouth as a squeak left your body. Kirishima gave a nervous smile and chuckle while he began word vomiting an apology.

"Ha, don't worry about him. He's just got the wrong words is all! He grew up in an all Hybrid community so he's still learning what to and not to say."

"Mate?" You questioned as you leaned your head back against Katsuki's chest to find his face rivaling the color of a tomato. His Vermillion eyes remained narrowed at his childhood friend in severe annoyance. His tail whipped behind him as if the expression on his face was not enough to show his anger.

"She's not my mate!"

A sudden wave of unexplained sadness hit you like a ton of bricks. Confusion as to why this upset you as you looked down at the floor.

"Uh… let me take our host here and you two can catch up over there huh?" Kirishima's attempts to defuse the situation as he took you from Katsuki's grasp and into your bedroom, leaving the two in an intense stare-down that could end in several ways. Most of them not great.

Kirishima set the folder he had still clutched in his hand on your nightstand before helping you sit on the side of the bed.

"Alright tell me what's going on between you two. I could tell the second you opened the door that you're upset and I can smell Katsuki's distress."

You let out a loud huff before looking up at the man with his thick arms crossed across his chest. You began telling your best friend about the last few days since he had seen you, Kat's cold shoulder and sleeping apart. His short and sharp words towards you and even the argument just moments before he arrived.

"I had a feeling this was going to happen." Kirishima ran a large hand over his face in exasperation and sat beside you. "It's just as I told you on the phone that day. You have feelings for Katsuki."

Your jaw dropped and eyes going wide as dinner plates. "I do not! I told you that the other day!"

"When he started ignoring you, right?"

You thought for a moment before nodding, that was exactly when he started ignoring you. "Could he have heard me and upset him?" You whispered as Kirishima nodded.

"It's clear he thinks the world of you as the person who saved him from death, gave him a home and more love than he's ever experienced in his life. How would you feel if that person blatantly said they don't like you?"

Your gaze fell to the carpet between your toes, realizing that though you had retreated to your bedroom for privacy, Katsuki's hearing was sensitive enough he most likely heard every word.

"I didn't even think about that. I didn't mean anything by it. I love him, he's my cat and a sweetheart. I don't want to take advantage of that and give him the wrong ideas!"

A snort lifted your vision to the redhead who gripped your chin in his large fingers. "I don't think he's got any wrong ideas love, I think he's just finally expressing what you've both been hiding this whole time."

Your lips parted to respond when a loud crash outside the room caught both of your attentions. You were quick out the door to find Izuku up on top of the fridge, as Katsuki attempted to swipe at him and pull him down.

"Get down here you damn rabbit! I'm trying to tell you how things are!"

The rabbit hybrid lowered a foot and pushed the blonde's cheek, tilting his head back. "I know how they are alreadyand you are just trying to deny it! I know you Kaachan and it's the truth!"

A snarl from your cat had you rushing forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Chill out! What's the matter?"

His arms froze as he looked down at you underneath his bicep, his narrowed eyes visibly softening at the sight of you.

"The rabbit thinks he knows things and he's wrong!"

"The rabbit is right." The squeak came above you and you looked up to see the small man on all fours peeking down at you, his long ears flopping forward as he leaned down.

A snarl and another swipe had Izuku leaning back once again as you gripped Katsuki's arm. "That's enough! No eating the guests!"

His response is a huff, lowering his arms as you took both his hands in yours. His low voice grumbling about not eating him and just wanting to "talk" to him. As you began scolding the half feline man, Kirishima assisted Izuku off the top of the fridge and a few feet away in the case Katsuki advanced once more.

The two guests watched as you gave Katsuki the 'what for', his eyes intently watching you and hanging on to every word. Visible pout on his lips when he gave his rebuttal to his actions, had them both thinking the exact same thing.

They're in love, and too stupid to admit it.

"All right, all right I've had enough." Kirishima clapped his hands to catch your attentions quickly. "This needs to get sorted out or I'm taking Katsuki to live elsewhere."

The fur on Katsuki's tail and ears bristled as he then snatched you into his side. "I ain't going anywhere!"

"Then tell her how you feel. Right fucking now dude! I'm done with this!" He nodded towards Midoriya who nodded and made their way towards the front door. "You solve this or I'll take that paperwork back and move Katsuki into one of our half way homes until we find him a place of his own. You both have things to say and quit beating around the bush and just say them!"

Stunned to silence the both of you watched as the two exited your apartment and shut the door respectfully firm behind them.

A loud sigh broke the silence as Katsuki's large hand wrapped around yours, pulling you towards the couch and pushing you to a seat. Raising your head to snap at him for his roughness you found a somber look on his face, distress showing clear as day as he attempted to find the words to say.

"Katsuki?" You started as he finally fell onto the couch with his head in your lap. "This is too fucking hard." His words were muffled into your thigh though you caught them easily from your time of hearing his mumbles and grumbles.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Can you finally tell me why you've been so mad at me lately?"

He took a moment before turning his head and catching your eyes with his own. Sitting up he took both of your hands and lifted one to his hair. You began giving him the scratches he asked for and his rumbly purr sounded throughout the silent room. His vermillion eyes had closed from the feeling of your hands running over his ears and through his hair for the first time in days.

After a few moments he slowly cracked them to hold your gaze.

"I… heard you the other day talking to the mutt."

Letting out the breath you had held as he confirmed your fear and Kirishima's previous musings. You let him continue as he dropped his view to your other hand he still held.

"It.. hurt hearing you say you don't like me. I've, never felt this way about anyone and just saying this right now makes me want to vomit and hide in my room."

He raised his hand to your cheek, thumb running softly back and forth over the soft skin. His face was the softest you had ever seen from him, a glow in his irises held you like a trance as he continued.

"I hate that it took those two idiots pushing me but, they're right. I need to tell you how I feel or things will not end well between us at this rate."

You began chewing at your bottom lip when he huffed in faux annoyance, his thumb raising to pull it from between your teeth as he usually did.

"What did I tell you about that. It's a bad habit." His gravelly voice was soft, eyes focused on your lips he had just freed from their confines. Heat crept up the back of your neck and into your cheeks as the most intense stare-down between the both of you ensued.

"Katsuki?" You whispered to him and luring him from his inner thoughts.

The fingers that still held your cheek flexed as he finally gripped tightly, his words were practically a low snarl of "The hell with it."

Your face was pulled towards his and his soft lips crashed against yours.

It was if time stopped when your lips met, eyes closing and meeting his kiss with fervor of your own. Both of your feelings being said with the intertwining of your bodies, his arms pulling you against him tightly while tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

The two of you remained in this moment for quite some time, not wanting it to end a second too soon. When you finally parted, lips slightly apart and panting as the pair of you contemplated who would speak first.

"Does that explain enough?" He finally spoke, thumb running over your now swollen bottom lip from his kisses. They spread into a wide smile as you shook your head, "No, use your words."

His eyes rolled as he dropped his hand from your cheek. "I fuckin' love you okay? I.. Want you to be mine. Only mine, my mate."

Mate, that was a word that had been thrown around more than anything today. You understood what a mate was but as far as Hybrids? No clue.

"What is a mate to you Katsuki? Humans don't have mates." He paused a moment while contemplating his words. "A Mate to a hybrid is their partner. Their one true love that they will cherish and be with until their last breath. If I take you as my mate, I will have no other until I leave this world."

Your breath caught at the seriousness in his voice, the set eyes that looked to yours in order to gauge your reaction. When you said nothing you could see his tail begin flailing in panic, his expression remaining stoic though as his ears flattened against his hair you smiled.

"I love you too, you annoying fur-ball."

His face lit up into a bright smile, lifting you up into his arms as he held you tightly. His cheek rubbed back and forth against your own and lower into your throat. His soft lips pressing against your skin lightly as he whispered "Mine."

"Are you done giving me the cold shoulder now?" You whispered as he chuckled. "You won't be rid of me now idiot."

Katsuki's head was on a swivel when you arrived on campus for his first day, his shoulders were stiff and pulled up to his human ears to show his discomfort. You slid your palm into his, lacing your fingers as he turned his head to you. "Don't worry, most of our classes are the same so I'll be with you. Otherwise Kirishima is in your other classes or Izuku since he transferred over."

He scoffed at the mention of his childhood friend. Izuku learned of Katsuki's intentions to join your school and study something, he had yet to decide on what that was exactly, regardless the green haired hybrid had taken the chance to be closer to his friends and transferred from the college the next town over. Katsuki now begrudgingly had not only his partner, best friend (he animatedly denies this) and his childhood friend to deal with on a daily basis, checking in on him and making sure he was assimilating well into human society.

"I'll be fine. I don't need baby sitters." The blonde snapped as he continued taking in the view around them. "You still haven't decided your major yet?"

Your question was met with a shrug, "I figured I'd see how classes go and make a decision then."

You nodded when waves from a group of people caught your attention. Face lighting up as you recognized your friend group around the tall red haired golden retriever. Sero, Izuku, Kaminari and Mina all stood and joined in greeting you as you approached. Katsuki immediately turned while still holding your hand to return the way you had just came.

"Nope."

You tightened your grip on his hand and pulled him back towards your friends. "Aw come on, they're not so bad once you get to know them."

Rolling his beautiful crimson eyes he scoffed, "They're people. People are… ew." You chuckled as you finally came upon your friends.

Introductions were made for the group to your new boyfriend and he begrudgingly shook hands with most of the group. Mina squealed and pulled you aside in order to try and get details out of you, waiving her off with a promise to explain in President Mic's class, which was one of the few you did not have with Katsuki.

While you stood in the circle of your friends, the voices seemed to fade as your gaze remained on the tall blonde beside you. His mouth moving in response to whatever prying question your friends had. You couldn't believe where you were at this moment in time, holding hands with someone who truly cared for you instead of what you could offer. Someone who started off as a sick cat that you nursed back to health, your house pet that occasionally broke things with his psychotic zoomies and sassed you at meal times. All to think he was the man squeezing your hand for your attention and bringing you out of your thoughts.

"It's class time, let's go dumbass."

You smiled brightly as you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His face burned almost as bright as his eyes as he pulled you along down the walk.

"Katsuki, the class is this way."

He huffed and began pulling you the other way you indicated. Bright smiles all around as the both of you made your way to class. Things were definitely going to be interesting around here.

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