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[rainbowgod666]

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[kingshimura4872]

Mutt

Happy Friday, chitlins.

Completely forgot what day it was, but worry not, for I have more garbage for you to consume at your leisure.

Paring - (Kinda-ish) Bakugou Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader

Word count - 5.2K

Warnings - Arguing and strong language a little bit all throughout the story, bakugou learning, cursing, dark themes, derogatory slander, if I missed smth big lemme know :]

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His blood ran cold just at the sight of you. Now here you were, in front of him. The same uniform as he. A glare colder than he remembered. His heart ached at the memory of what he used to do to you. What he put you through. The things he said, the things he did. His skin paled the closer you got. Everyone was watching.

   “You seem less than enthused that I’m here.” Your voice sent knives into his spine as his hands were beginning to become clammy. They clenched in his pant pockets as he nervously swallowed.

   “I…” No words came to his mind, leaving him speechless. Mouth every so slightly agape. 

   “Speechless, I see.” An empty smirk spread across your features as you once again closed the distance. He unconsciously stepped back stiffly, sending shock and gasps through the audience of his fellow classmates. Bakugou knew the new transfer student? 

   “(Y/N)?” A new member joined the conversation as you effortlessly glanced away from the startled blonde.

   “Ah. Midoriya.” A more genuine smile replaced the last as a familiar mop of green hair made its way to the front of the group.

   “I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again.” He spoke, clearly shocked at your presence. 

   “Well, start expecting to see it every day. I'm real. I'm here.”

You took another careful glance at the other boy, seeing him still staring with that stupid dumbfounded look on his face. Your own twisted in annoyance.

   “Since when did Bakugou stop talking all the time? Thought that was all he knew how to do.” You scoffed.

   “U-Uhm, maybe now’s not the time for that.” Midoriya laughed nervously, coming up to you and placing a gentle hand on your arm. Your posture stiffed a little at the sudden touch and you looked away, letting out a sharp sigh. “Whatever.”

The greenette let out his own sigh, his of relief, leading you away from Bakugou slowly.

   “Where’s your dorm? I’m sure you haven’t unpacked completely, so why don’t I help you out? It’d be a nice chance to catch up.” His tone had lightened substantially and you couldn’t help but follow as you nodded and lead him off.

   “Who was that, dude?” Kirishima, a friend of Bakugou's, asked suddenly once you were out of ear shot. He looked over to the still startled blonde, who was now staring down at the floor. He strutted over to him, laying a calming hand on Bakugou’s upper back, tilting his head closer.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. Then he opened his mouth, finally finding the words he’d been needing to say for so long.

   “Someone I need to apologize to. Badly.”

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   “So you’re just, like…A dog hybrid?”

   “Well if we’re specific, my ‘breed’ so to speak is very adjacent to the Canis lupus occidentalis. They’re more commonly known as northwestern wolves or Makenzie Valley wolves.” You explained. You decided to sit down with a specific group of people during lunch, and even with the selection, more people couldn’t help but flock to you to learn about you. You had big wolf-like ears and a big bushy tail that you’d learned to make appear and disappear at will. You often found it more comfortable to let them out, but you knew when to make them go away and it looked as if you were completely human. 

   “So what do the wolves themselves look like? If you’re okay with a little history lesson.” 

   “I don’t mind at all, Sero.” You smiled. “Northwestern wolves are one of the largest subspecies of wolves. In British Columbia, Canada, five adult females averaged forty-two point five kilos or ninety-three point six pounds with a range of thirty-eight point six to forty-five point four kilos or eighty-five to a hundred pounds and ten adult males averaged fifty-one point seven kilos or a hundred and twelve point two pounds with a range of forty-seven point six to sixty-one point two kilos or a hundred and five to a hundred and thirty-five pounds, with a weight range for all adults of thirty-eight point six to sixty-one point two kilos or eighty-five to a hundred and thirty-five pounds. In Yellowstone National Park, adult females were averaged at about forty kilos or ninety pounds and adult males average about fifty kilos or a hundred and ten pounds, with a mean adult body mass in winter of forty-six point four kilos or around a hundred and two pounds. More recent studies have reported the average range of height and weight in the north-west of the United States, both sexes were between sixty-eight and ninety-one and a half centimeters or twenty-six point eight and thirty-six inches tall at the shoulder. Here the weight of males was reported at between forty-five and seventy-two kilos or ninety-nine to one hundred and fifty-nine pounds, while the females were reported at thirty-six to sixty kilos or seventy-nine to one hundred and thirty-two pounds. The Northwestern wolf is also one of the longest wolf subspecies as its length usually ranges from five to six feet or one hundred and fifty-two to one hundred and eighty-three centimeters, and it can also reach as long as seven feet or two hundred and thirteen centimeters.” You began, pulling out a small notebook to show everyone. It felt scripted, but it was only because you’d memorized every detail there was to know. It was after all a part of you. Why wouldn’t you want to know everything about yourself? “The Northwestern wolf is native to the arctic tundra regions of northern Alberta, Northwest Territories, Yukon Territory, Nunavut and Alaska where it prefers cold climates and open meadows for hunting. It is easily distinguished from other North American wolves due to its longer muzzle and larger body size, however some individuals may also exhibit white fur coats which helps them blend into snow-covered landscapes during winter months. Its diet primarily consists of large ungulates such as caribou or moose but can also include smaller prey like beavers or hares depending on availability. Its fur color can vary from light gray to black, but commonly exhibits shades of brown and white. The coat texture is thick, with an undercoat designed for insulation in colder climates. I personally have a much darker coat when I need to change.” You added in. “It makes me a lot harder to find in the shadows and that personally is a bonus for me.” A small giggle escaped you as you flipped a few pages throughout your explanation. They were soaking in everything you were telling them and it felt amazing. They were actually interested in what you had to say. 

   “What about partnerships?” Someone piped up.

   “Hm? What do you mean?”

   “Well, I mean - Oh, I’m Kaminari by the way - but, I think I read somewhere that some canines do the whole mate for life thing. Does that track to you? Or is it just the actual animal?”

You looked down at your notebook, silently gulping.

   “Uhh, w-well…” You stuttered. “Uh, I’m not entirely sure!”

   “Huh?” This came from multiple people this time.

   “Well, I’ve never found the one if you will, so I’m not sure. I’ve never really been one for dating, so I never bothered with it, so I can’t really give you an explanation on that one.” You laughed stiffly, shifting in your chair. 

Everyone seemed satisfied with your answer and backed off of it, so you smiled and let it go.

   “Uhm, excuse me, (Y/N)?”

   “Oh, what’s up, Midoriya?” You hummed, turning your body to full face the boy.

   “Would you mind if I bugged you later about your quirk? It feels like we haven’t seen each other in so long, I wanna update my notebook if it’s okay with you.” He outlined. You smiled once again and nodded eagerly.

   “Of course, you can! I’d love to compare the notes.”

He gleamed, spewing thanks for the rest of lunch.

All the while, Bakugou sat a few seats away, his eyes glued to you. He couldn’t believe it was really you. He couldn’t believe it.

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“(L/N), you’ll be paired up with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari in group five. And that should be all your groups. Is anyone missing a partner group?” 

Aizawa stood in front of your class, explaining how today’s training session would work. Today was a rescue and recon with a neighboring class. Everyone shook their heads, all having their respective groups and Aizawa nodded, turning his back.

   “Alright then, there are five groups of ‘civilians’ all trapped within different kinds of issues. One of you from each group has a card with the patch of land that your neighboring classmates are in. You have twenty minutes to locate and retrieve every member as well as bring them back here to the starting area safely.” He continued, pulling out a stopwatch as everyone got into starting positions. 

   “And….Go.” And with that, everyone took off down the hill, into the large expanse of land. There were different terrains, showing that the area itself was most likely man made. There were woods, lakes, mountains, a small area of broken buildings and more. Your group took off northwest in the direction of a deep patch of forest. You were faster than most, your feet carrying you effortlessly through deep rich trees, while the others struggled to keep up.

After a few minutes of running, you all stopped by a fallen tree to talk strategy. 

   “So what should we do once we find them?” Kirishima asked.

   “Well my immediate response would be to let me carry the majority of the casualties. I can carry about five people at a time in my canine form so that will definitely make for light work. It all depends on how many there are.”

   “Oh, I know! We can make a big sled for everyone who doesn’t fit and we’d make it back in no time!” Kaminari beamed.

   “Yeah but…How would we make that sled?” You laughed, glancing around.

   “I have rope in my rescue bag and Kirishima is definitely strong enough to break off a big piece of tree.” 

You looked at each other, Kirishima glancing at Bakugou, who was being uncharacteristically silent.

   “You okay, man? We could really use your input here.”

   “I’m fine. Just do whatever, I’ll go scout to see if we can find the casualties.” The blonde huffed, climbing over the fallen tree and looking around. You rolled your eyes, looking into your rescue bag.

   “If we can make that sled people safe in the next ten minutes, we can still make it back in time.” You hummed, pulling out some electric tape. “Riot, you think you can make a big enough board flat and smooth?” You questioned. Kirishima lifted an arm, rolling his shoulder and holding his bicep with his other hand.

   “Won’t know until we try.”

“Wow, six minutes, that’s really good. Good job, guys.” You smiled, tugging on the rope to make sure it was secure. “Dynamight, did you find which direction we need to go?” The question came out a little impatient, but you did your best to remain civil. You may not have liked the bastard but it didn’t mean you couldn’t work with him to pass this training course.

   “North-Northeast about forty degrees.” He sighed, leaning against the fallen tree. It had become the official landmark for the rest of this training session. 

   “Good. Boys, hop on. I’ll make it there faster if I know none of you are falling behind.” You added, cracking your neck and knuckles.

   “Ooh, ooh! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Can I ride on top of you?!” Kaminari shouted, getting a bit flustered when you and Kirishima began laughing. “You know I didn’t mean it like that!”

   “It’s fine, it’s fine. You better know how to grip hard though. I’m faster than you think.” You laughed, squatting down to stretch a little more. Been a hot minute since I did this now that I think about it. You thought to yourself. “Riot, you hope the rope. It may be sturdy now, but it’s better safe than sorry.”

   “Will do. Kaminari was giddy as the other two boys climbed on your makeshift sled. You leaned forward in your squat, digging your shoes into the dirt and placing your palms flat on the ground. You took a deep breath, black smoke beginning to envelope you while the other watched in awe. In a moment’s flash, there you stood, covered in fur and looking like a real wild wolf. You towered over the boys, body reaching their heads as you knelt down a bit for Kaminari to climb up. You barked to get his attention, as he was stunned still. It was deep, loud. More assertive than Bakugou remembered. You were bigger than he remembered you being. You were stronger now. 

Kaminari giddily climbed up onto you, gripping two big patches of fur on your shoulder blades tiger after another bark. Once everyone was prepared you leaned down, digging your claws into the dirt and charging forward. Kaminari and Kirishima almost fell off from the sudden change of pace, yelling and laughing a bit.

   “This is so freaking cool!!” Kaminari cried, laughing. He looked like a child seeing his idol for the first time in person as you sniffed the air for scents. You smelled an increase in scents, meaning you were close. You took a sharp left turn, jumping over a rock and stopping dead in your tracks when you saw a small group of people. Obviously they weren’t actually injured, but they had dirt on them and some of their clothes were ripped. You assumed they wanted to go for realism.

You barked for everyone to get off and get to work securing the ‘civilians’. Kaminari worked on counting heads and making sure everyone was secure on the sled while Kirishima and Bakugou were on carrying duty. It took a total of five minutes to get everyone ready to move, some laughing with their friends and some looking at you in awe.

   “You’re that new 1-A transfer right? My name is Pony!” One of the girls grinned, running her fingers through your coat. You gave a sharp nod, turning your snout back to see if everyone was prepared. 

   “I don’t think we can fit everyone on the sled, (Y/N).” Kirishima sighed, looking to see there were two people left in the rescue group. There were a total of seven people in the group and with your own group added, it totaled ten bodies. You yourself were excluded, as you were the one doing the carrying, but with Bakugou and Kirishima on the sled, you could only fit seven people safely on the sled. You nodded and kneeled down, barking three times.

   “Are you sure you can fit the rest?” Kaminari asked, a little worried now. You once again nodded your head, nudging his side for him to guide the last two rescues on. “Alright, we trust you.”

Kaminari helped the other two up, staying in front so he could keep the strongest grip while Pony and another 1-B student sat behind him, Pony wrapped her arms around his waist and the other student did the same with her as you stood up with ease. 

   “When were you able to do that?” Bakugou muttered to himself under his breath. 

You gave everyone another bark and they all tightened their grip as you took off back to the starting area. You made it back with your teacher’s scent and when you did make it back, you were congratulated on being the first group back. 

   “Sixteen minutes, good job. I see you made a rescue item by yourselves. Smart.” He drummed, a small smile on his tired face. Everyone dismounted from their positions and another small cloud of black smoke turned you back to your normal self. You decided to relax and let your demi features stay out in the open to air out. 

   “All we need to do is wait for the rest of the groups to return, so relax. You’ve earned it.” 

He left all of you to chill out by a large rock wall as he made his way back to the front of the starting area.

   “That was so cool, (Y/N), You’re really something!” Kaminari chimed, sitting down right beside you. You smiled and tapped his nose with your tail, which he quickly took in his hands to fiddle with.

   “It was nothing. I’ve trained for this for years. I’m just glad I was able to transfer so late. Switching high schools in the middle of your second year isn’t exactly an easy feat.”

   “Speaking of which, how were you able to transfer so late?” Kirishima pondered, taking a spot at your other side. You shrugged.

   “Not really sure. I put in my admission papers and I went through the entrance exams like everyone else, but I never got the paper telling me I got in. So I kinda just cut my losses and went to my second choice school that was closer to my home. Went through my entire first year and half of my second just living my life. But there was one day where I went to my second period and my teacher randomly started letting everyone congratulate me on being admitted to U.A. It was a shock to me, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let it slip out of my hands, so we had a big goodbye party with a couple of my other classes and next thing you know I’m given a uniform and a schedule.” You explained, looking up at the clear midday sky. It was a beautiful blue. 

   “Well then, how’s your new school in comparison. It’s been a couple weeks already. Have you been able to adjust?” Kaminari piped up.

   “Eh, I don’t wanna compare schools, they’re both awesome. I made some really good friends in that school and I’ve made some really good friends in this school. It was actually pretty easy to adjust with awesome guys like you two with me.”

The boys gushed and laughed with you for the rest of the training period, talking about nothing in particular and making random jokes. 

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“You’re joking, right?” Your words were like boiling venom to Bakugou. He stood in front of you in the common room, fists clenched in tight balls as he bit the inside of his lip.

   “..No.”

   “Since when do you ‘Just wanna talk’?” You scoffed, putting air quotations up. He could feel his ears getting hot with embarrassment. He was asking you to go outside with him to have a short chat, only almost everyone in the class was in the common area as well. Watching silently.

   “Since now. Can we just…Go to the hall or something?” He asked again quietly. You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning against the back of the couch.

   “Why?”

   “It’s…Private.”   “Then why am I the one that has to go with you?”

   “It’s important.”

   “So you’ve said. I still have no fucking reason to believe you.” You spat. He looked down at his shoes, unable to speak again.

   “Maybe you should just go with him.” Midoriya whispered to you from on the couch, gently putting his hand on your arm. You glanced back at him. “Just for a moment? I doubt he’ll physically keep you from leaving. You can always just walk away if you don’t wanna talk anymore.” He reasoned, his ever calming smile getting to you. You were quiet yourself for a moment.

   “Ugh! Fine. You get five minutes max. Lead the way.” You barked, dropping your head back in annoyance and sticking your hands into the pockets of your sweatpants. Bakugou silently nodded and walked to the front door that led to the hallway.

   “I’ll be back, I guess.” You muttered, following hesitantly.

Once the two of you left, Sero spoke up.

   “What’s up with those two? Do they got history or somethin’?”

Midoriya sighed, looking at the closed door. “You could say that. (Y/N) was around during a time where Kacchan was less…agreeable. I suppose the tension didn’t ease when we parted ways.” He spoke softly. The others took in that information, not asking anything more. They understood that it was both a personal and touchy subject, so they didn’t push. 

You followed Bakugou down the hallway outside into a small benched area. It had a few flower bushes with concrete pavers snuggled into the grass. A large circle with a few paths in different directions sat under your feet as he led you closer to the center. In front of you stood a solid granite garden fountain. It had two lifted tiers with a larger depression at the bottom to hold the water spewing off the upper levels. It stood proudly at around six feet in height while the largest part of it was almost eight feet wide. It was filled with clear cool water, most likely cleaned daily or weekly. The fountain was in pristine condition, sitting in a quatrefoil edition, the natural granite displayed many beautiful patterns in itself. 

Bakugou finally stopped walking, halting you in his own movements. He turned his body to face you, an unusual softness in his gaze. It took you back if only for a split second and you couldn’t help but swallow silently.

   “Well?” You snuffed. “What was so important that you had to bring me out here so close to curfew? I was kinda busy, y’know.” 

   “It’s important.”   “You keep saying that and it doesn’t get any more believable, dude.” Your words were filled with malice for the man in front of you. But even you couldn’t deny the ever so obvious fact. This was not the boy you knew from before. He was different. Something happened.

   “I’m sorry.” He finally mumbled, sending icy chills up your entire body. You visibly tensed at the two words, eyes widening and hands getting clammy.

   “What?”

   “I’m sorry. Both for taking up your time so suddenly and for everything I’ve done to you. You didn’t deserve any of that. I’ve been working myself up to admitting everything that happened and that it was no one else’s but my fault. Nothing I ever said to you was true, I know that. The things I did to you and the things of yours that I destroyed will never be erased but the bottom line I can give you is a proper apology like you’ve deserved the whole time.” 

The words spewing from his mouth weren’t what you were expecting. Why here? Why now? What was he planning? Did he just want to get on your good side in order to humiliate you again? No. I’m not letting him get to me again.

   “I don’t give a fuck what you have to say about the past, you piece of shit. You think you can just waltz out here and say sorry and it’ll all be happy go lucky?!” You snapped, your gaze hostile and burning into his own. 

   “I didn’t come out here with the expectation that you’d forgive me. I wasn’t even expecting you to come out here with me at all if I’m honest. I just thought the least you deserved was an apology for all the stupid childish shit I pulled.”

   “Well I don’t fucking care! You ruined my life, asshat!”   “I know.”

   “You made me feel like something worse than dirt!”

   “I know.”

   “You told me to kill myself!”

   “..I know.”

   “Then tell me something you don’t know! Or shut the fuck up and stay out of my way! I didn’t come here for you, I did this for me. You’re nothing more than a number to me.” 

   “I know that’s not true. I may not be able to ever fully understand the pain I put you through for so long, but I know that as much as you hate me, I’ll never just be that background character. And I hate that even now I’m still hurting you.”

Your hands and lips trembled and your eyes burned. This motherfucker.

   “That’s bullshit and you know it!”

   “No, what’s bullshit is the fact that you’re trying to deny it. I may have ripped up those letters but it doesn’t mean I didn’t read them.”

You gasped with shaky breaths. You thought he didn’t. No, you know he didn’t.

   “Bullshit.” You utter. Your voice was getting more uneven by the second.

   “I kept the pieces and taped it back up when I had gotten home. I don’t know why I did, but I did. And I kept it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled a folded piece of paper out. He unfolded it, revealing an absurd amount of scotch tape holding the fragile item together. “I looked at it everyday, rereading the rods and I couldn’t help but want to kick my own ass for being so shitty to you. You didn’t deserve it when all you wanted to do was follow your instinct.” His voice was getting smaller. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer to keep hearing it. He slowly held out the paper to you and your brain didn’t stop your hands from taking it. Your fingers brushed his and a sudden rush of energy shot down your spine. You shivered light, turning the paper and reading it. There in your middle school handwriting - A confession letter addressed to the fiery blonde. It explained how the wolf in you had chosen him to be your one. You hated the word mate, you always have. You even explained that in the page and a half of writing. You told him you didn’t expect him to love you back, but to at least let you be around him a little more often. You told him you couldn’t help but feel safe around him, even if he was a bit mean to others sometimes. You told him you didn’t like that he bullied Midoriya but would help him calm down if he accepted you. You told him you’d be there to protect him day and night. That you’d always be there if he needed you. That you would help him whenever he felt down or angry. You’d help him with quirk training, you’d help him with homework, you’d help him study for exams. You just wanted to be near him. That’s all you ever wanted.

And yet when you almost tripped over yourself to hold the note out to him, he took one look at it and burst out laughing. He and his friends laughed at you and taunted you to no end. He snatched the letter from your meek hands and ripped it up in front of you. They kept laughing as you began to cry and pulled your tail back rather harshly when you tried to leave. They tripped you, letting you cry on the floor as they kept laughing and spewing insults at you.

   “I’d never wanna be with a mutt like you!” He guffawed. “You’re so weak! All you’d do is cry my ear off. You’re always so annoying!”

   “You called me a mutt that day.” You whispered, staring blankly at the paper.

   “I did.”

   “You called me weak…”

   “I did.”

   “You called me annoying.”

   “I know.”

   “You told me I’d have a better chance at meeting a man if I jumped off the school roof. But not even the EMT’s would wanna touch me because I was so disgusting.” 

He was silent.

   “You told me to stay out of your way. If I ever came back, you’d put me in my place. Do you remember?”

   “I do.”

   “So? Was this part of your plan? Get me all mopey and beat the shit outta me again?”

   “No.”

   “Then why?...” You grit your teeth and threw the paper to the ground. “WHY DO THIS TO ME?!”

He took a step towards you. You stood your ground. He took another step. You didn’t. He took another. He was right in front of you. Your fists were balled tight, knuckles white. Your body trembled.

   “I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice barely audible. You growled, lifting your right arm and hooking him square in the jaw. He hit the ground with a thump. He didn’t try to get up. He didn’t stop you when you climbed over him, screaming profanities and hitting his chest in a way you both knew didn’t hurt physically. But it did hurt. He didn’t stop when your attacks ceased and all you did was sob into his chest, curling in on yourself. He didn’t stop you when you began spewing apologies for different things he knew you shouldn’t have to apologize for. All he did was lay there, back against the cold concrete as clouds began to roll into the night sky. You didn’t notice the way water began to drizzle onto your back. You didn’t notice the tears in Bakugou’s eyes and you didn’t notice that you’d begun to curl yourself into him. What you did notice was the feeling of his warm arms wrapping around you. You didn’t want to feel this way again. You hated how safe his hold felt. You hate how warm he was. You hated how soft the both of you were feeling. 

   “I’m sorry.” He repeated. It felt like a mantra at this point. The only words that held any meaning from him tonight. “I’m sorry.”

   “You’re awful…” You whimpered into his shoulder.

   “I know.”

   “You don’t deserve this…”

   “I know.”

   “You mean it….Don’t you?”

   “I do.”

   “Dammit…” You couldn’t help the soft laugh that left your lips and he couldn’t either. And within the span of a few seconds, you were both having a laughing fit as the rain came down harder and harder with the passing time.

   “I hate you.” You giggled, sitting up and wiping your eyes.

   “I know.” He smiled, sitting up with you. You got off him and held out your hand, which he mindlessly took.

   “You know this doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

   “I do. I don’t expect you to. I just wanted you to know.”

   “Good. Now let’s get back inside before Aizawa grasses our asses.” 

You both kept a firm hold of each other’s hand as you led him back inside. When you got to the hallway outside the hallway, you saw a very worried Midoriya pacing back and forth. You slowly let go of Bakugou’s hand and tiptoed up to the green haired individual, tapping his shoulders and laughing a bit at the rise you got out of him. 

   “There you are! I was getting worried, I had half a mind to get Aizawa out here to get you two to come back! Did you notice the rain?!” He cried, shaking your shoulders.

You only then noticed that you were completely drenched and you couldn’t help but burst into another laughing fit.

   “I didn’t even notice it was raining!” You sang, leaning your body against his as he only sighed and led you back inside.

   “Kacchan? You coming?” He asked, peeking his head back out the doorway.

   “Yeah, yeah, nerd. I’m comin’.” He hummed, hands in soaked pockets.

It wasn’t much. But it was a start.

[seigephoenix]

hello and welcome to dadwc!!! since i love cadash sm, maybe smth with niyra and varric and the cute couple prompt of "comfort after a nightmare"?

Happy Friday! For @dadrunkwriting. My Niyra Cadash and Varric Tethras. I loved this prompt by the way.

Content Warning: Mentions of nightmares, being chased Length: ~600 words

The snarls and howls followed her every step, no matter how fast she ran down the hallway.  No matter which turn she took, their teeth were right at her heels.  Waiting for her to stumble, waiting for her to fail.  Niyra glanced over her shoulder and the shadow took the opportunity to pounce with razor sharp fangs and claws.  She jerked up in the bed with a hoarse shout, the anchor on her hand pulsing in a painful rhythm.  Sweat soaked her loose tunic from the nightmare, and she took in a deep shaky breath.  Always the same.  She could never outrun whatever it was that chased her.  Niyra threw her legs over the side of the bed, only briefly hesitating as the thought lurked in her mind that the nightmare was under her bed.  She quickly shook it off and planted both feet firmly on the plush carpet by her bed.

She made her way over to the plush armchair by the fire which had burned down to smoldering embers and sat to watch the dying sparks dance.  She hated being alone but also didn’t want to share this burden with anyone.  “Quite the conundrum I’m in.”  Niyra sighed as she leaned back in her chair and released another shaky breath.  She couldn’t quite shake the feeling of teeth at the back of her neck.

“Cadash?”  Niyra glanced towards the stairs at his voice.  What was he doing up so late?  She had a brief moment of embarrassment that he heard her shouts from downstairs.  “You awake?”

“I’m awake Varric.”

“Ah, good.”  She heard him take a few steps and pause.  “Are you decent?”  Niyra couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous he sounded.

“Morally?  That’s questionable but I am wearing pants.”  She watched as he rounded the corner with a grin and holding a bottle and two tankards.  “Wine?”

“Yeah, I got it from the tavern before he closed.”  Varric handed her a glass and filled it.

“What’s the occasion?”  Niyra asked as she sipped the wine, thankful for the warmth as it spread to her limbs.  The slight burn of alcohol chased the lingering remnants of the nightmare away.

“You had to make a hard decision back at Adamant.”  Niyra went still at his words and the memories of that fight in the Fade came back.  She flinched away as she still doubted if she made the right call or not.  “I don’t envy that choice.  Neither was good, but for what it’s worth?  I think you made the right decision in the moment.”

“In the moment?” Niyra asked as he refilled her glass.

“This thing we’re doing, it’s a lot bigger than ourselves.  Especially your part.  You have to make the decision that sits the best with your conscience.”  Niyra looked down at the dark red liquid in her glass and sighed.

“Did I though?”  She set the glass down on the table next to her chair.  “I keep having nightmares of something chasing me.  I think it’s the consequences of my choices.  They’ll inevitably catch up to me, it’s just a matter of time.”  She clasped her hands in front of her as she stared down at the scars dotting her skin.  To her surprise, his hand covered hers.

“Well, I’ll be at your side when they do come back to bite your ass.”  Niyra laughed and gave him a weak smile.

“Thanks Varric, I am glad to know at least one person will be here.”  Niyra was surprised when he grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips.  “Tethras…”

“Oh, using last names, are we?”

“You used mine.”

“Touche.”  Varric grinned and linked their fingers.  “Maybe I could help you chase away those nightmares tonight?”  Niyra laughed at the saucy wink she got from him.

“Perhaps later.  I.” She paused as the weight of the words weighed down her tongue.  “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”  Varric stood and gently pulled her to her feet.

“Now that’s something I can do.”  He brushed his lips across her temple.

[ruvatia]

Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>

<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>

<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[dracowars]

hii was gud! so i saw that you’re kinda new here (no means to offend), but i loved what you wrote so i wanted to request smth very very cute, fluffy and loving - like being in bed with draco in his room (where you basically moved in), waking up in his arms, cuddling under cosy blankets etc. just like huge loving bf vibes would be noice! take your time and don’t stress about tho - i hope you like the request, and you should deffo add whatever you’d like to :)) thank you sm, big big kisses xx

sunrise, kisses and pancakes | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n spends a cuddly morning with draco

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i am in such a christmas mood already, it is not normal lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

The sunlight gently shines through the certains into the darkened room. Fine grains of dust are flying through the bundled sunbeams. The nature outside has already woken up, the birds happily singing and chirping. The warm rays fall onto your face, tickling the tip of your nose. Mumbling, you scrunch your nose and softly exhale as you slowly fall out of your dreamland and back into reality. You rub your eyes tiredly, slowly opening your eyes. The sun's rays dazzle you briefly before you can get a clear view.

A pleasant breeze, that entered through the window that was left open yesterday, drifts throughout the room and even though you are warm, you cuddle more under the blanket and into the heat source in form of your boyfriend, who lays closely next to you. One of his arms is looped over your waist and he breathes peacefully, his head close to your neck. With a small smile on your lips, you turn around, careful not to wake him up of his deep sleep. When you succeed, you stare at him, taking in every tiny detail of his facial features, your legs still tangled under the covers.

You brush one of your strands out of your face and place your cheek on the back of your hand, palm laying on the pillow. You can't believe how lucky you are to wake up to this sight every morning since you basically moved into Draco's dorm room a few weeks ago. You have always spend most of your nights here anyway, so why not just bring all your clothes and belongings into his room? Your roomates definetely did not blame you.

Draco's hair is tousled from sleep, his lips a crack open. You can faintly hear his adorable snoring, the smile on your face only enlarging. Eventually your gaze wanders from his face to his upper body which is only slightly covered by the duvet. You gently place it more over his bare shoulders and lightly touch his warm skin with your fingertips, smiling to yourself as he immediately shows reaction.

You start to slowly draw patterns on his upper arm, goosebumps spreading over his smooth skin. Draco growns softly and pushes his head further into the pillow, his hand on your waist unintentionally pulling you closer to him. A short giggle escapes your lips before you stroke over his hair, here and there playing with a strand between your fingers.

Draco breathes out enjoyingly as your fingertips slide over his cheeks, tracing the structure of his face, trying to memorize it forever. After doing the same movement for a few minutes, in which he still has not opened his eyes yet, you place your lips against his, giving him a loving kiss. The corners of his mouth curl up, but he quickly hides his smile, pretending to be still asleep.

Of course you noticed and therefore softly kiss him again and as he still does not answer afterwards, you start showering his whole face with kisses. You place the butterfly kisses on his forehead, on the tip of his nose, on his chin and several on his cheeks. At some point - probably when you literally started kissing every inch of his handsome face - he can't help but let out a giggle and you stop, smiling at him when his eyes finally flutter open.

"Good morning, gorgeous", his raspy morning voice greets you while he closes one eye again, blinded by the bright sunlight. He runs his hand through his already destroyed hair, breathing out deeply. "Good morning yourself, sleepyhead. Already awake?", you tease him playfully and trace patterns over his skin again, but this time on his bare chest.

He catches your hand in his and stops your movement. "Who wouldn't sleep longer when they are treated so lovingly?", he smiles at you, intertwining your fingers. "Well, you are not very good at pretending to be asleep then", you comment, holding back a laugh. "Is it not a little too early to make jokes?", Draco grumbles, adjusting the pillow beneath his bedhead and closing his eyes in an attempt to relax a bit longer.

"It is never to early to make fun of yo-", you giggle but get interrupted as Draco suddenly pushes you into the mattress, tickling you through. "Ah! Stop it!", you scream out loud, laughing, and try to get him off you, without success. Your lower body is caught between his thighs and there is no way to escape him now. Abruptly he stops after a few seconds. "Do you want to say that again?", he warns you, his hands still dangerously close on your waist, threatening.

When you do not answer him and just try to get your breath under control, he starts tickling you hard again, showing no mercy at your fits of laughter. You try to fend him off with your hands and even get hold of one of his, but he then immediately presses it against your pillow next to your head. "Do you want to wake everyone up with your screams?", he rebukes you, shaking his head in feigned disbelief, before suddenly giving you a taste of your own poison by being the one to shower your face with lots and lots of kisses now.

Draco falls back on his side of the bed, giving you hardly any time to breathe as he immediately takes your face in his hands and continues with the butterfly kisses, placing them all over your face, even down your neck. He smiles against your skin as goosebumps cover your body. As you are just starting to enjoy it, he bites you once all of a sudden and then lies down normally again, as if nothing happened. "Oww! That hurt", you gently smack his chest, running your hand over where he bit you.

Draco just looks at you with that stupid grin on his lips. Before you can make a snarky remark, he beats you to it. "I love you", he says out of nowhere, catching you off guard. Your pretended aggressiveness vanishes within a matter of seconds and you instantly get soft, your heart briefly skipping a beat. Speechless you search for words, but Draco quickly bends forward, catching your chin between his fingers, and gives you kiss.

After the short kiss he leans his forehead against yours and gently smiles at you, then wraps his arms tightly around your body and and leans back into the mattress with you, hugging you tightly. Satisfied and with a smile on your lips, you snuggle closer to his warm body, your head on his chest, and wrap both of you in the blanket. Meanwhile, he is just calmy playing with your hair.

"I love you too", you respond under your breath while listening to his heartbeat. In response he just kisses your hairline and continues running his hand through your messy hair. Because of the frequent movements you slowly feel tired again, closing your eyes. A comfortable silence fills the room and you can feel his slow breath against your hair, his gentle touch sliding over your skin.

"Do not fall asleep again, darling", he slightly nudges your side causing you to open your eyes again. "I am not sleeping. I am relaxing", you mumble, your hand sneaking around his waist. A hoarse giggle comes from his direction, his chest vibrating under your head. He quietly murmurs to himself, something you are not able to hear, and then goes back to caressing your hair. Your eyes automatically close due to the touch, which does not last very long though as a familiar feeling in your stomach area arises.

"I want pancakes."

"Pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

"Why pancakes?"

"Why not pancakes?", you snarl, turning your head to look at him. "I do not need to have a good reason to want pancakes. I just want them."

You look each other deep in the eyes for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. "All right, my dear", he smiles, his hand cupping your cheek. "Then I guess we have to get those pancakes for you and your so very hungry stomach."

Ignoring his comment and happy that you will get what you want, you quickly kiss him and stumble out of bed, pulling Draco, who tries to defend himself at first, after you.

And these are the exact kind of moments that are your absolute favorites: cozy mornings with the love of your life. You could never imagine to ever spend a morning alone, without him by your side, again.

[kiyoomichan]

i saw that fem dom! reader is a favorite of yours to write so i thought i would request a favorite of mine. could do a little smth about reader like railing into sub kenma or oikawa (you can choose) with their strap on and like reader is a hard dom who degrades and likes to inflict pain during sex

MAKING HIM WEAR LINGERIE | KENMA X FEMDOM!SO

warnings: degradation, light feminization, spanking, pegging

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

i’m sorry it got a bit rushed at the end, i just wanted to hurry and finish it hhh ;;

you had just come home from a long day of work—you ran a successful fashion brand, and spent grueling hours over a sewing machine every week; so needless to say, you were tired. very tired, and very much in the need of something—or rather, someone, to take your frustrations out on.

kenma was in his gaming room, probably messing around on league with hinata and lev, as today was his day off—so you didn’t care about interrupting him.

your heels clicked on the tile floors as you made your way to him, swinging open the door with a dark expression on your face.

“baby,” you say. “turn off your game.”

he spins around in his chair, lowering his headphones. his facial expression showed he knew where this was going.

“okay, just give me 5–“

you cut him off with a dark look. “now.”

he bites his lip and nods, bidding a quick goodbye to his friends and letting you pull him up from his seat.

you place your hands on his waist, fingers gripping bruises into his soft hips. you press kisses into his neck as he wraps his arms around yours, slowly sinking into submission.

“are you alright, miss?” kenma asks in a sweet voice.

“mistress had a very hard day at work today,” you whisper in his ear. “and she needs her boy to make her feel good.” you lean back up, running your hands through his silky hair, pulling it roughly.

“can you do that for me, baby? can you be a good slut for mistress?”

he nods feverishly, a blush coating his cheeks. “yes, miss, i’ll do whatever you want—“

you cut him off as kenma begins to whine, arousal taking over his body.

“of course you will. you’re such a whore, aren’t you?” your hand runs over his tummy to grope him through his sweatpants, where you can feel the lack of underwear.

“no briefs, hmm?” you tease as he moans from the contact. “was baby touching himself?” you ask slyly, already knowing the answer.

“no,” he whispers. his hands fist in your blouse, trying to hold back from giving himself away—but you can always tell when he’s lying.

“you were, doll,” you yank down his sweats and give his ass a few slaps, squeezing the flesh tight. “you know better than to lie to me.”

your finger moves between the cleft of his ass, rubbing over his puffy, wet hole, a clear mark of evidence of his disobedience.

“a-ah!” he moans, hips bucking against you. “i’m sorry, miss, i couldn’t help it, i just...”

“you just what, baby? you were too horny, too much of a little cockslut to wait for mistress to get home and fuck you?”

“n-no, i’m not, i missed you—i missed you so much, i’m sorry, miss, please, let me make it up to you—“

you slap his face, pushing him onto the sectional in his game room. “don’t lie to me, sugar. i don’t like liars, so tell me—tell me what you are.”

“i’m...i’m a cockslut,” he whispers, flushing crimson, embarrassed at the filthy words coming from his mouth.

“speak up, now.” you say, straddling his waist and holding his hands above his head. “or your pretty little dick won’t be coming at all tonight.”

kenma squeezes his eyes shut. “i’m a cockslut, mistress! i’m your cockslut, i’m such a whore for you, miss, please—please fuck me.”

you smirk, letting go of his hands and getting off him. “go put this on, then.” you command, shoving a pink bag with your logo on it to his chest.

he blushes and peeks in the bag, looking back up at you. “mistress, i—“

you tsk, putting your hands on your hips. “kenma.”

he relents and goes to make his way to the bathroom before you cut him off, stepping in front of him. “i don’t think so, baby,” you smile sadistically. “you’re gonna change right. here.” you whisper in his ear.

“o-okay,” he mumbles, stumbling back and beginning to pull his sweats down.

you sit back on the couch, arms resting over the back in a display of dominance. “don’t be shy, doll,” you say, licking your cherry-red lips. “strip for me.”

he tentatively takes his sweats off the rest of the way, and he shivers at the cold air hitting his little cock.

kenma averts his eyes after taking off his shirt, embarrassed at being completely naked in front of you, still fully clothed.

he has to bend over to reach inside the bag, displaying his cute bottom to you as he retrieves the lingerie you’ve picked out for him.

it’s a pretty little set, white lace with pink embellishments in the form of frills and bows.

he fumbles with the bralette and garter, and soon enough he’s finished dressing, looking like an absolute dream in front of you.

kenma looks to the floor bashfully as you walk towards him. “oh, baby doll,” you say seductively, arousal evident in your tone. “i’m going to ruin you.” you slap his cheek, roughly squeezing his face.

“go get in bed—i want your legs spread and ready for me by the time i’m done picking what i’m going to torture you with.”

he quickly takes off towards the bedroom, not wanting to get in any more trouble than he already is.

you smile as you find the box you’ve stashed away under the couch in kenma’s game room—special toys you’ve been saving just for a night like this.

your hands find their way to a pink, heart shaped paddle, some silky rope, a cock ring, and of course—the thickest strap-on you have in your collection.

when you cross over the threshold to the bedroom, your eyes meet kenma’s. he’s splayed out on the bed, the city lights from the window and the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating him in all the right ways, contouring his body to make him look so small and fragile—like he would crumble under your stare.

“mistress,” he says meekly. “did you get what you needed?”

you sit on the bed next to him, placing your toys on the sheets. you look down at him, a fox like grin spreading across your face.

“yeah, baby,” you brush his hair away from his face. “what’re your safe words?”

“green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” he replies, just as he’s done many times before. you know you’ll get rough with him, and with this type of play it’s important to have a way to tap out.

“good boy.” you can see the way his chest heaves at the praise, nipples peaking under the thin lace of the bralette.

you get to work by tying his wrists above his head, making your way down to slap his cock through the panties. he yells in surprise, an embarrassed look crossing his face.

“m-miss,” kenma shudders. you smirk at him, grabbing your harness and slipping it into place—you won’t fuck him yet, but you like the way the strap on makes you feel and look dominant.

“so dirty, doll. you’re so hard and yet all i’ve done was slap your pathetic little dick.”

he squeezes his eyes shut as you pick up the flogger, giving tough taps to his thigh.

“look at me, baby boy. look at your mistress.”

he opens his eyes again just as you land the flogger across his dick, and he screams at the contact.

“mistress, please!” he cries, and all you do is strike him again and again and again.

“oh, sweet boy,” you tease. “i’ve just gotten started, and you’re already in tears?” you lean over him, looking into his glossy eyes. “sit up for me.”

he obeys, and you maneuver him to sit on your lap, back to chest. from this position he can see himself in the full body mirror you have hanging on the closet door, and he flushes at the realization.

“oh, honey,” you run manicured fingernails over his lace covered cock. “you’re so wet, you’ve gotten your panties all messy.”

kenma squirms in your lap, feeling your strap against his bottom. “...’m sorry, miss, i couldn’t help it..” he whispers pathetically.

you tsk and pick up the cock ring, pulling the panties down just enough to slide it over his aching dick. his legs tremble and his lip quivers. “please no, mistress, please not the ring, please...” he whines, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and looking down at where his red cock is hitting his stomach, balls pulled tight against the silicone.

“shh, love—it’s okay. you know babies who disobey get punished, yeah? stupid baby boys who cum without their mistresses permission have to be taught a lesson.”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, miss, please,” he moans. you press kisses into his neck. “it’s okay. mistress is gonna fuck you now, ok? she’s gonna ruin your little hole, make you unable to walk for weeks. you’re gonna have to get carried around everywhere, and everyone will know that you’re a bad boy who got his ass punished by his girlfriend.”

kenma’s eyes fill with tears, humiliated at the thought of people knowing what you’re doing to him.

you lift him up, slowly positioning the thick head of the dildo into his tight hole before snapping your hips up, making him scream out in both pleasure and pain.

“m—mistress!”

“you like that, babydoll? you like me fucking you?” you groan, pulling his hair back. “tell me what you are, ken.”

his breath hitches, and his fingernails leave crescent marks on your thighs.

“i-i’m—i’m your cockslut, i’m a dirty boy who can’t cum by himself, i tried so hard but i need mistress’s cock—need her to make me feel good,”

you click your tongue and thrust harder up into him, watching as his ass bounces from the movement. you use the hand not pulling his hair to slap him, making him drop his head, hands fisting in the cum-covered sheets in front of him.

“how disgusting. you’re such a dumb little baby, aren’t you? your little dick is so drippy, making a such a big mess all over our sheets. i have half a mind to make you clean it up with your tongue—but you’d like that, wouldnt you?”

“please, please, miss, please let me cum, i need it so bad,” he sobs, trying to rock himself back on your strap.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his neck and slipping off the ring. “such a sweet boy for me—let go.”

he whines and whines and whines, chasing after his orgasm and digging his nails into your back. “c’mon, dollface, cum for mistress.”

kenma screams as his vision whites out, seed shooting out in thick spurts across the already messy sheets. tears stream down his face as you lay him down gently, kissing his temple and cleaning up around him, rubbing a washcloth over his thighs and face.

once the sheets have been changed and his tears dried, you hold him close to your chest as he drifts off, while you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

[ukome]

turbulent winds in your eyes ; [venti]

milestone request: CONGRATS WITH THE 100 FOLLOWERS!! May I request a Venti x Reader; 'Turbulent winds in your eyes' or somethin' 🥴🥴 I have no idea what I'm doing

a/n: thank you!! here’s hopefully what you wanted 👀👀 i enjoyed writing this! note that [c] means color, so choose whatever! AND I FRICKING NOTICED HOW I KEEP TYPING “your cheeks grew red” OR SMTH EVERYTIME- 

taglist: @n1cala​, @astrxrism​, @ventisimp​

warnings: curse words!1!!

format & genre: one-shot + fluff + a lil crack

pair: venti x immortal!gn!reader

wc: 401

fic below!

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even after all these years, there was never a dull moment with you. 

“-TI VENTI! VENTI!” 

shaking away what was left of his drowsiness from last nights drinking competition, he laid his eyes on you.

you were sweating, he notices. a tint of red that was spread across your cheeks, light clothing that clung to your lithe form, and your eyes. oh, how beautiful they were (though you digress, his was much more prettier). he could last hours and hours, doing nothing but stare into your beautiful [c] eyes. 

however, your eyes when you were relaxed compared to when you were fighting was completely different. in a good way.

he could see the turbulent winds in your eyes, how they revealed nothing about yourself, and yet how clear they remained. was it just him, or do your [c] pupils glow? you need not speak, as your actions spoke for themselves. 

ah, but he didn’t just see this during battle. of course, it happened whenever you were mad at him, demanded his attention after noticing how he was spacing out, and more.

“-ou IDIOT! who the hell let you completely waste yourself last night?! I found you on the street right out of Angels Share! have you gone bat-shit insane?”

“wasn’t it you who dropped me there though?”

if possible, your cheeks grew redder. your brows were scrunched, lips trembling, one of your arms lifted upwards-

sLAP

..

venti opened one eye after another, totally anticipating the slap and yet not thinking that you would hit yourself.

a red outline of your hand now rested on your right cheek, as your blew out a sigh. 

“it was me after all, huh? oh well. maybe I should let you get wasted more often.”

“may I ask why?”

“it’s not like you wouldn’t go drunk even if I didn’t let you. consider this a.. ‘i’m done with your bullshit’ typa shit.”

“...wow.”

“what is it?”

you tilt your head, glancing at your companion. 

“I’m free.”

“wh-”

before you could even finish a word, Venti took off running, shouting “I’M FREEE” the whole way. 

assuming he’s headed to the windrise tree, you let him off with a soft smile gracing your lips.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen him genuinely happy. even if it was over something as trivial as... not caring if he drank like there was no tomorrow every night.

you’ve missed him.

[miroyuuu]

🖌️🎨🔥

🖌Do you create in one sitting or spread it out over a longer period of time?

I typically draw stuff all in one sitting, but if I do spread it out, its usually within a few days. Tbh if I haven't finished it in a few days, then I'll probably have abandoned it and started smth new i'm more interested in haha

🎨Describe your creating process?

Well for drawings (non paintings) I just- draw it i don't really do sketches (thats why my lines r always messy), then I'll lay down the flats, add some really basic shading like blush in the skin and some deeper colors for hair etc. Then I'll change the lines into something a lil less harsh than black (typically dark brown) and sometimes copy and paste the lines to another layer, set that one to burn + dodge and to like.. 30% opacity? Then i'll add more shading + highlights of different colors (like blu/orange etc.) on other layers set to multiply and burn + dodge and shit. honestly i just fuck with layer modes a lot adding a bunch of shit to get the colors how I like em. At the end I'll use sliders to alter the saturation/brightness/contrast/value etc. a bit. Yeah my process is kind of speedrun-y and messy, and it shows in my art lmao

As for paintings, I usually just make a skin colored oval and start rendering the face from there, or sometimes i'll do a v basic sketch underneath that. and then same w all the layer modes for shadows and highlights n stuff.

🔥Describe a WIP or project you are excited to start.

AH I have a very long list of ideas I wanna draw at some point.. and they're all just a couple words to remind me. Here are some haha:

'femboy hooters skwistok' 'gmilf crop top skwis' 'tokis pole dance outfit but blu on skwis' LMAO idk if i'll ever get to them.. i honestly just end up drawing whatever i feel like at the moment w no plan whatsoever.. so the list doesnt get whittled down much

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 3 (Balor/Reader smut)

Summary: Balor repays you back for your actions the previous night by a tenfold, just like he said he would…

Warnings: dom!Balor, bondage, tendril usage (goes along w/ the bondage and does other things ;3), food play, orgasm control, biting, Balor being a little shit lol and I think that’s it???

Word Count: 6869

Read parts one and two here

(Y/n): your name

Bolded words is Balor speaking/his thoughts.

Author’s notes are below the cut bc they’re a tad bit long.

(A/N: I know it’s been a minute but I finally got something out lmao XD. Thx to @writinglionqueen and @writing-reigns for listening to me rant about this & for giving me feedback. Also there’s a tad (hella) bit of demon tendril porn/usage so if that makes you squeamish I’m sorry???? It’s my first time writing smth like it and if you don’t want to read it, that’s fine ^^)

(A/N #2: This is also partially dedicated to @wrestlingxbalorxrollins, since Des loved the first 2 parts and  had asked me if I ever planned on writing another part to this. This is for you, my fellow Balor Babe. I miss you and I love you <3)

~~~~~

Balor had woken up a little before you did, his black eyes shifting over to his right to admire your resting form. He lifted himself onto his elbow to properly run his eyes over you. You looked so innocent then, the natural light from outside highlighting your bare shoulder and glinting off of your hair. Everything about you in that moment was… strangely adorable to him, from the faint snoring noises you made to your naked body, hidden underneath his sheets.

Far from the vixen that had claimed him the night before.

A hand slid through your hair and you sighed in your sleep, moving closer to the man and entangling your legs with his once again. You nuzzled your cheek into his hand when he ran his palm over it and gave it a featherlight kiss, making Balor’s heart swell with affection.

You rolled onto your back just as his eyes roamed your body once more. Your now exposed breasts dipped with the falling of your chest and your nipples peaked from the chill of the air in the room. A sudden growl spilled from deep within his chest and he smiled, his pearly white teeth on display for his little corner of paradise to see.

You looked heavenly - deathfully - sinful, and exactly like his all at the same time. You looked...

…beautiful.

You were his and he was yours; you were his devilishly angelic, a double-sided goddess whom he’d let corrupt his very body and who had let him do the same to you the night before.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

The hand on your cheek began to trail down your jaw and drew light patterns along your neck. He moved down your collarbone and circled your breasts with the tip of his finger, making your breath hitch in your sleep. Lifting the satin blanket that covered your lower half, the demon’s eyes made their way down your stomach and lingered at the apex of your thighs.

Oh, what that deliciously sinful cunt does to him, even as you sleep…

Memories from the night before came rushing into his head then. The way your body had moved against his and the way you managed to coerce the big, bad Demon King to play nice and be so damn needy for you was unbelievable still.

Which made him love you all the more.

He ran his palm up and down the soft skin of your thighs, reveling in the feeling of you cuddling up against him more. Balor’s eyes began to close as he started to fall into a slumber when something in the back of his mind jumped out at him, something he had told you only a few hours before…

“Good, because in the morning, I’m gonna repay you back for everything ya just did to me by a tenfold, (Y/n). Just you wait.”

All other actions ceased as the hand on your leg paused its movements and his eyes snapped open. Everything in that moment just… stopped for him, giving him enough time to process the thought that just came to him.

And then, the flood came.

Idea after idea of how to punish you rushed through his mind. From infiltrating your dreamscape to give you a taste of what’s in store to pinning you down and making you cum constantly without any relief, the possibilities at his fingertips seemed endless. But, one lingered in the back of his skull that made him chuckle deeply, his chest rumbling.

Removing his hand from your leg, he sat himself up and turned you over onto your back. You still looked bewitching, ensnaring the Demon King’s very soul and toying with it from your slumber. You were the perfect Queen, darling and devilish in all the right places.

He was going to love corrupting the little innocence you had left.

With a twitch of his right hand, Balor watched as two inky black tendrils rose from the floor near the bed and moved over to him. He ran his palm over the one he was closest to, it feeling surprisingly firm despite the shadows pooling from where it emerged. They made their way over to you, easily sliding over the bedsheets and underneath your breasts, finally making their way to your wrists.

The tendrils elegantly wrapped themselves around them and your lower arms, crossing your wrists and attaching themselves to the two bedposts near your head. He summoned a few more with another flick of his wrist and began to run up your body.

Two more circled themselves around your ankles and had spread your legs, bending them at the knees before wrapping what remained of themselves around the remaining bedposts. The final two tendrils sheathed themselves underneath your breasts and squeezed firmly, coiling around your back and under the globes of your ass as well.

The demon stood up to properly admire his delicate handicraft and my, my, my, what a delicious snack you made. He felt himself get hard and nearly moaned outright at the sight of you.

You were all trussed up by the creations that he summoned with his powers, and that just made him feel all the satisfaction in the world. The tendrils seemed to look almost like a deep black velvet to the untrained eye but they were alive, and you were bound by them with only time and the demon above you as your only saviors and foes.

The sight of you like this was almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot.

He moved towards the foot of the bed like a predator stalking his prey, and he was hungry for you. His rough palms smoothed the skin of your knees as they made contact, making you squirm in the tendrils’ hold. His fingertips trailed down the skin of your calves and up your thighs for a few moments before they neared your slightly damp and inviting folds.

He stood between your legs on his knees, glancing up at your face briefly before sighing gratefully at your still closed eyes and the sound of light snoring. Pushing your thighs apart gently, he felt his beard brush against them as his mouth began to descend to the crux of your thighs.

Things were seemingly going well and good until a beast-like groan bounced off the air in the room.

Balor paused abruptly, coming back up to peer around and to find as to what the hell made that ridiculous sound. Seconds went by and the noise came up again but this time, it was quieter and more… concentrated. Looking down, he mentally slapped himself.

That’s me, isn’t it?, he thought, watching his stomach move with the rumble of the growl. Well, this body does need food constantly.

A light bulb shone in his head at the thought, making the Demon King chuckle darkly as he began to form a new plan. He moved from in between your thighs and made his way to the door, his sculpted ass facing you. Turning around, he gazed upon your form a final time before taking his leave, leaving you bound and “willingly” waiting for his return.

~~~~~

Your body’s natural alarm clock was the first thing that woke you up that morning, the second being the wondrously glorious smell of something cooking from the floor below you. You yawned and tried to raise your arms above your head to stretch, but you couldn’t.

...what the hell?

Slowly, you cracked your eyes open and trailed them up the length of your arm only to see this… thing… attached to it. Your heart beat louder as you began to struggle to get your arm free. Whatever it was that was wrapped around you looked as if someone cut off a strip of a black hole and pulled it tight around you.

You frantically turned your head to see the rest of them (what the hell even were they?) coiled around your other arm and down your torso. Your legs seemed to get the same treatment as well, seeing that you couldn’t move them at all.

What the hell?!

Wiggling slightly in your bonds, you called out, “Uh… Balor? You lurking out there somewhere? ”

The sounds of cooking downstairs dimmed before you heard the slow creak of someone coming upstairs. Your still sleep-groggy mind almost convinced you that the person was a threat, but it was by far more worse than that.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom was a seemingly stark naked Demon King with a pink, frilly lace chef’s apron covering his front that read “I Put The Devil In Devil’s Food Cake” in deep red letters. It had heavily contrasted to literally everything about him: from the room he was standing in to his home to the way he dressed when coming out to the ring.

The fucker even had the audacity to look down at you in your… occupied… state and genuinely smile at you like nothing’s wrong with the situation at hand.

That little demon shitbiscuit.

“Ah, so the Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken. How’d ya sleep, love?”

“So, we’re just not gonna talk about the elephant in the room here…?”

He stood there looking slightly confused, but you weren’t going to fall for that easily.  

“What ‘elephant’, (Y/n)? I have done nothing wrong.”

I’m going to murder him for this when I get out of these, you thought menacingly as you scowled at his false coyness and tried to slowly motion to your currently tied up state.

“What the absolute, actual fuck did you do to me, Balor?!”

Your tone shocked him a little, but he did nothing more other than chuckle at your fussing and your attempts to escape. His onyx eyes glinted in the light, making you shiver.

“Like I said before, I did nothing wrong. I’m just making light on the promise I made last night.”

Your curiosity peaked as he said this. Quirking your brow, you asked, “Th’ hell are you talking about? You didn’t make any pr-”

…

…

“Good,” he replied, chuckling at your response, “because in the morning, I’m gonna repay you back for everything ya just did to me by a tenfold, (Y/n). Just you wait.”

…

Shit.

If you were in a cartoon in that moment, your face would have gone sheet white. You chuckled nervously and he stared back at you, his usual devilishness back in his eyes.

“Finally, she gets it. How does it feel, darling, to be on th’ other side of the ropes?”

He began to stalk towards the end of the bed with you helpless but to just watch, his aura so demeaning and him that even with that stupid apron on, you felt kinda scared to shit. Climbing onto the sheets, he crept towards your face on all fours and ran his hands up your now trembling legs.

“You see, (Y/n),” he began, his eyes locked onto the tendrils that laced your legs to the bed, “I wasn’t jokin’ when I said that I was gonna repay ya for our… frivolous… activities last night, and I want to make you ache for me.”

His right hand moved to toy with one of them, dragging his finger over it lightly and it vibrating in return. That, quite frankly, shocked you and made you jolt, the vibration rolling up to the crease of your thigh.

“These things right here? These things holding you down? They’re mine. I summoned them, and they heed to my command. Now? I have ya in my grasp and I’m not gonna let you go for some time, love,” Balor spoke, his words making you feel like the weak prey to his dominating predator.

I guess this was how he felt last night, then.

His hands moved from your legs up your stomach and to your breasts, him grabbing both roughly and pinching your nipples. You wanted to arch your back more into his grip, but the tendrils holding you down prevented you from moving. All you could do with the sudden pleasure he was dealing out was scream.

And scream you did.

His chest rumbled with an unreleased glee as he watched you try and move closer to him. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m the one in control now. I hold th’ reins and you will listen to me and me alone until I say otherwise, love.”

His Irish accent kept getting thicker and thicker with each passing second and all it did was make the newfound arousal between your legs become more prominent. Moving closer to you, he removed a hand from your breast and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Now, (Y/n), you will beg for me, and I’m gonna keep on enjoyin’ watchin’ ya squirm.”

And with that, he took two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Hearing your breathing falter, his dipped them down to circle them around your clit. Balor smirked as he saw how you tried to buck your hips to, once again, try and obtain more pleasure from him. The tendrils all seemed to tighten around your limbs, causing you to hiss.

“Stay still, pet,” he warned, shooting daggers at you, “or there’ll be consequences.”

His fingers ceased their movements for a few seconds to emphasize his point and then continued, this time moving a bit further south this time to circle your hole before plunging the digits in without warning. You yelled out and forced yourself to lie dormant, and it grew to almost impossible levels when the bastard decided that his fingers weren’t going to be enough to satisfy you.

So, what does he do?

Why, he uses that sinfully dirty tongue of his on you, of course.

His moved back down to the edge of the bed, fingers still inside of you, and placed his mouth directly over your clit. You squeezed your eyes closed to help yourself out, but he wasn’t having it at all.

Taking his hand from your other breast and pinching your inner thigh, he growled, “Don’t ya fuckin’ dare close those eyes on me. I want to see the desperate look in my toy’s eyes as she begs me to let her cum.”

This went on for a few minutes, but those minutes seemed to stretch on for eons and eons. The pleasure spike in your abdomen continued to grow with every slight movement the demon between your legs made, whether it be from a crook of his fingers into your dripping core or from a blow of cool air to your aching bud.

He was relentless and soon enough, you were on the verge of letting go.

“P-Please, Balor…” you could barely form words because you were starting to get drunk on arousal.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear ya, love. You’re gonna have to speak up a tad.”

The cockiness in his voice was apparent as he just moved his head back down and continued slurping away at your cunt, the noises making you produce more of your slick.

“Please! I need to cum.”

He hummed, the vibrations going straight to your clit. “I suppose you’ve been a good enough girl for me to let you cum just this once…”

The fingers in you began to move faster and the tendrils squeezed a bit tighter. Most of your senses were being targeted and you couldn’t do anything to stop the incoming ave of pleasure from crashing into you. His beard scruffing along your wet folds once, twice, three times was enough to do you in.

And then he pulled away.

...wait, what? What happened? you pondered to yourself, still a little drunk off arousal. You heard a snap and the tendrils loosened their grip to where they first started from.

“Hey, what the hell?! You bastard, I was about to cum!”

“I told you I was gonna make ya ache for me, right? I said that I held the reins over ya, correct?”

You said nothing, still pissed at the now decaying orgasm fading from your veins.

“That also means I have control over when your orgasms too, sweetheart.”

His cat-like grin was met with your immediate protests of disbelief and anger. But before you could finish, he held up his finger and shushed you. He patted your leg ith his free hand and sucked your juices from his fingers, making your inner walls throb.

“Anyways, love, keep th’ bed warm for me? I’ve got breakfast on and this body needs food.”

You sputtered, “Excuse me? We’re not done here, Balor!”

“For the time being, we are,” he said, standing up and wiping his hand on the apron. Turning around, you got to get a glimpse of his toned ass as he made his way to the door. He glanced back at you a final time before chuckling again, shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click.

“Oh, it’s official now,” you murmured to no one. “I’m actually going to murder that sexy, cocky, teasing son of a bitch today.”

~~~~~~

The waiting was the hard part.

You knew he was coming back eventually - he had to - but after that door closed, time seemed to drag on for forever. There weren’t any clocks in his room and since you didn’t bring a watch with you the night before, you had no idea what time it was.

All that you did know was that he was still in the kitchen, most likely still in that stupid fucking apron and laughing to himself at your helpless expense. The smells wafting in from there and through the bottom crack of the door were lovely, however, and you couldn’t help but to drool a little at the thought of what he could cook up.

You tried to distract yourself from the still present arousal between your thighs by trying to rub them together, but that had failed miserably due to the fact that the shadowy tendrils around you would tighten their grip every time you did.

After what seemed like nearly a million years of waiting (and many more failed attempts to try and get yourself off), the doorknob finally jiggled a bit and Balor strode in, arms crossed behind his back and a grin on his face. The apron was gone and his bare… everything… was on display for you to admire. You inhaled, feeling your heartbeat spike as his aura filled the room around him.

“I see you’ve been busy in here, (Y/n),” he began, his dark eyes trailing up your body to your flushed face. “Are ya alright?”

Any other day, you would gladly tolerate his smugness. It was annoyingly hot, after all. But today, it just seemed to piss you off to a very high extent…

… with the added “benefit” of getting wetter than before.

“You know if you asked me that this morning, I would’ve said that I was lightly pissed, but fine nonetheless. Now, I want to actively strangle with one of your dress ties.”

Balor laughed at that, the noise warming you to the bone like a nice drink on a cold night. He walked closer to the bed with his hands still behind his back and stood to your right, eyeing the scattered pieces of your dress from the prior night lingering on the floor space around him.

“I do love this li’l contrast of yours, however. It’s… very you, in a sense.”

“... the hell do you mean?”

Continuing, he added, “I mean everything you do - are - is flawless. Ya managed to bring one of th’ most dangerous men alive down to his knees and made him beg at your feet for release and just mere hours later, you’re bound to his will; my will. My li’l toy made to please me however I’d like.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the only noises being your collective breathing and your heartbeat in your ears.

“I’m gonna make ya want me, darlin’, and this is gonna be a great way to start.”

He moved his hands from behind his back, and…

Oh, fuck me.

In his right hand was a bottle of chocolate syrup and in the other, a can of whipped cream, caps gone and ready to be used. You audibly gulped, your legs trembling from the new tingling sensation you were getting.

He chuckled darkly at your newfound expressions, his eyes swimming with curiosity and lust that made their blackness look even darker up close. Setting both of them on the dresser next to the bed, he ran a hand up your chest and towards the tendril that wrapped itself around your breast.

“Where’d all tha’ confidence from earlier go? Melted away, is that right? You acted all high and mighty before, but you really just wanted to be fuckin’ owned, didn’t ya?”

You so wanted to hit him when he cracked that slight grin but you physically couldn’t. So, you just sat there and let his ministrations continue.

Flicking his wrist once, it tightened its grip once more and stayed there, not letting up like before. Balor twisted your nipple harshly before swallowing your cries with a rough kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. He bit your bottom lip to make you gasp and he slid his tongue against yours. The two of you melded together perfectly, which is why you whined and strained your head closer to his own when he pulled away.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he chided, “I don’t wanna get too carried away here. The show might be over before it even begins.”

He turned his attention back to the toppings that sat waiting on his dresser. He picked them up and turned back to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You remained silent as he approached you, your words failing you.

“I was gonna use these to top off the wonderful breakfast that I made, but I figured tha’ I could use them to top off something more worthwhile…”

Your eyes flicked from the syrup in his left hand to the whipped cream in his right and back again, still unable to form words. He moved the two closer to you and kneeled down to whisper in your ear.

“So, which one’ll it be, (Y/n)? Left or right?”

He asked you so softly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you knew it was coming. You could almost see him spraying the whipped cream around your nipples and sucking it off each one as if he had all the time in the world, savoring the taste of the sugar on your soft skin and spreading it around the two globes.

The chocolate syrup didn’t fare you much better, as it too infiltrated your mind with filthy thoughts. You saw him spreading it around your mouth and kissing you, licking the sweet from your lips and trailing his now chocolate coated ones down your neck to bury his teeth into the skin.

It was all a little too much for you to handle with his gorgeous (and quite naked) body standing mere inches away from you. Your cheeks flushed with more heat as more fantasies came to mind, Balor clearly amused by the show.

He asked you, “What’s th’ matter, love? Cat got your tongue? I thought tha’ was my job.”

You whimpered and flexed your hips, attempting to look away from his lustful gaze, nut he wasn’t having it.

“If ya don’t choose now, I will, and ya won’t like what I have in store for ya. I don’t wanna punish you this early into this li’l game of ours,” he whispered again, toying with your earlobe with his teeth. “That’ll jus’ take the fun out of things.”

Swimming past all of the erotic thoughts that clouded your mind, you were finally able to move your mouth and form some semblance of words.

“I… I want-”

“Again with this meek voice of yours, (Y/n)? We both know you’re much louder than that.”

Images of you and Balor from last night popped into your head. At this point, you felt as if something had touched your face, it would burst into flames immediately because of how hot your skin felt. Still, you persisted, but louder than before.

“I… I choose the left option…”

Another smile made its way to his face, brightening the atmosphere in the room a little more. “Very nice. Now, how do good li’l toys talk to their masters?”

As if you couldn’t get any more heated, here you fucking are.

His tone made you feel so small, and yet the clear arousal in his voice marked how much he wanted you.

“I choose the chocolate first,... my King.”

The demon’s pearly whites came out to play as he growled, “There ya go, sweetheart.”

Standing up to his full height again, he set the can of whipped cream down and tilted the syrup bottle over his mouth, pouring a little inside. You could see his half-hard cock bounce against his thigh as he moved around the bed to climb back between your legs and kissed you. The sweetness of the chocolate on his tongue mixed with the taste of his mouth made you moan, sliding yours against his to relish in it.

The two of you continued this dance for a number of minutes, you both savoring the taste of each other as he periodically swirled more of the chocolate around your lips and mouth with his tongue. He licked his lips when he moved away, feeling you shudder as you watched him.

He gripped your jaw and tilted your head to the side to drizzle the chocolate on your neck. He didn’t know why, but watching the dark substance spill over your skin and pool in the dip of your collarbone while you submitted to him did something to him. It made him hungry, ravenous even.

It made him hungry for you.

But before he moved down to lap at the sweet, he said, “I want ya to keep your eyes on me th’ entire time. If ya look away for even a second, I’ll stop and make you wait here for as long as I want ya to. Is that understood?”

He was met with your response followed by a swift nod. “Yes, my King.”

“Good girl.”

He dove down and began his journey to mark you. He placed featherlight kisses up and down your neck, making you squirm and whine his name.

“Balor, my King, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he responded, continuing to eat the chocolate from your skin. He scraped at your skin with his teeth and you hissed, feeling the small sharp points pass. Sucking your pulse into his mouth, he bit down ruthlessly and worried it with his teeth until a dark bruise formed.

He came back up to admire his work and you could see something growing in those eyes of his. The process repeated as he moved down and around the column of flesh and you kept on yelling out into the air, helpless to his touch.

Lick, suck, bite.

Lick, suck, bite.

Lick, suck, bite.

Over and over and over again.

He didn’t stop until all the chocolate on your neck and collarbone were gone and in their place were hickies and bruises that varied in size and shade. The thin coat of his saliva shone dimly in the light and your body still twitched in anticipation for what was to come. You heard the bottle’s contents being poured onto your breasts, the sticky syrup making your nipples perk up.

You could feel the aura in the room bend and shake with the cackle he let out. “I wonder if these’ll taste as sweet as that cunt of yours does…”

He looked directly in your eyes as he said this and your breath stopped. He looked so deep in lust that he was very much drowning it, and you weren’t complaining one bit. His tongue came back out to play and swirled the chocolate around your left nipple, you trying to arch your back to push his mouth closer.

Holding your right breast up, he drew his knee in and ground it against your folds, making you scream suddenly at the dual pleasure and thank Balor mentally for living somewhere with no neighbors who’d think you were getting murdered. He moved on to your other nipple when the first on was clean of chocolate, sucking it into his warm mouth and biting down on it.

“Fuck!” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fastly approaching. You tried to grind your folds on the leg between your own but he pinched your side to cease your movements.

“Ya only get to cum when I say you can, (Y/n), or I’m gonna punish ya,” he snarled. “This is your second strike, love. Don’t make me do this again.”

You haven’t seen him bare his teeth at you like that before so instead of barking back with your own response, you decided to nod to avoid that confrontation. Both of your nipples were good and puffy by the time he finished working on them, complete with a matching set of hickies on your breasts to match the ones on your neck.

The way his mouth followed the streams of chocolate syrup that he poured down your abdomen and around the tendrils that held you was hypnotising, and watching him slide down to  gaze upon your dripping slick even more so. It was like watching him crawl down and slide into a wrestling ring to face an opponent.

Neither had ever failed to make you wet, though.

Your upper body felt colder without his to cover it, but you were pretty sure that you would get a whole lot warmer soon. The demon poured chocolate over two of his fingers and pushed them into your mouth, your eager tongue ready to clean them off.

Running his beard up and down your inner thighs, he admired the slick that pooled in your folds; that was so ready to be tasted by him. The hairs on his chin made slight burns on the soft skin but you didn’t care: you were ready to feel his mouth on you again.

The sudden snapping of his fingers startled you, you seeing another tendril seem to faze through the bed and perk up next to him. It was the same shade of black as the ones that held you, but this one was much thinner than them. It moved towards you when Balor flicked his wrist and slid up your leg, placing itself directly over your clit.

The bottle of chocolate landed on the floor with a thud and he slipped his fingers from your mouth, drawing them over your lower lips and hearing you groan. He then leisurely slid the two digits into your sopping heat, making you curse and bite down on your lower lip.

That’s when the vibrating started.

The tendril on your clit began to vibrate at a very low level but you could still feel it. You jerked, still held in place by the larger tendrils.

“Shit, damnit, Balor!”

A laugh erupted from his body as he watched your head shake back and forth. “My, my, love, what a mouth you have on ya.”

His fingers curled with every pass into you, catching that one spot in you over and over again. “S-Screw you… Balor…”

“Well, is that any way to speak to your King?”

He feigned his shock with a dropped jaw and leaned back, going back in quickly to join his tongue with his fingers. The tendril on your clit increased its vibrations and you bucked your hips as best you could, the tendrils around you not tightening this time. He obnoxiously slurped at the slick that poured from your cunt, cupping your ass with his free hand and groping one of your cheeks.

You threw your head back when he plunged his tongue into you to get a better taste and he moaned at the combined taste of the leftover chocolate on his tongue and the sweetness of your juices.

“As if your cunt couldn’t get any sweeter, I get proven wrong yet again.”

Balling your hands into fists, you shut your eyes abruptly as to try and not cum so quickly. And that was your final mistake.

The vibrations on your clit seemed to stop just as quickly and the fingers in you were drawn out, and you opened your eyes to see a heated Balor glaring back at you.

“What did I tell you earlier about your eyes, (Y/n)?” he asked, the gruffness in his accent making you like a small mouse.

“You told me… you told me to keep my eyes on you at all times…”

“And what did you just do?”

You felt like you were being berated by a parent in that moment. “... I took my eyes off of you.”

“That’s right, darlin’. That was your third strike. Now, what should I do t’ punish you?”

He seemed to be asking you that question, so you responded with the first answer that came to your head.

“Whatever you wish, my King.”

That seemed to peak his interest which had also made the room’s aura grow darker despite the light coming through the windows.

I’m gonna take advantage of that one, he thought, standing back up to grab the can on whipped cream and shaking it. He sprayed a generous amount on your folds and took the chocolate syrup bottle, drizzling some more on top of the whipped cream. Flicking his wrist again, the tendril on your clit began to vibrate and sped up to an eleven.

He dove down to lick up the mix of sweet between your thighs and gripped your ass with both hands, making sure to get every last drop of you. He murmured, “So creamy,” before looking right back up at you and licking a stripe up your folds.

“I can feel ya tensin’ up on my tongue, love. Just cum for me. Cum for me now,” he growled into you and sucked your folds into his mouth.

That wave you’d been holding back since earlier crashed back into you and you succumbed to the feeling of your release. You shook in the tendrils’ hold and gasped, trying to suck the air that was punched out of you back into your lungs.

Balor chuckled into you, the added vibrations making you shudder, but he didn’t stop. As your slick poured out of you, he buried his face deeper into your cunt. You could see that his beard was glistening from you and his cheeks were red but he kept going.

Pleasure ran through your veins once more and soon enough, you were right back on that edge again, ready to fall. He slurped up the remainder of the sweet toppings from you and stuck his fingers back in, ignoring your cries.

“Fuck, my King, I’m gonna… shit!”

“Yes, my love. Cum for me again like th’ good li’l pet I know you are.”

His fingers were so long and seemed to touch every bit of your walls simultaneously and along with the intenseness of the vibrations to your hard nub, you quickly came again. You screamed out loud and panted, trying to catch your breath once again but Balor wanted you,

And what he wants, he takes.

Slowly, he drew his fingers from you and spread them, watching your juices catch the morning light. He moved his hand down and began pumping himself, mixing your slick with his pre-cum as he watched you.

Oh, how you wished to get that cock in your mouth again, to feel its heavy weight on your tongue and to feel it stretch your throat to its limit. You wanted to swallow him and all that he gave you down like a good girl. You wanted to please him.

He shuffled up onto his knees and his cock bounced with his movements. You were almost drooling at the moment and nearly choked on your own spit when he rubbed the head of it through your folds, catching it on your clit occasionally.

Snapping his fingers with his free hand, the tendrils that wrapped themselves around your legs and the one lingering on your clit dissipated into thin air. Your legs fell flat and you sighed at the blood flowing through them again. Balor grabbed both of your ankles and moved them to bring your knees to your chest, folding you in half.

You weren’t ready for the breach of his cockhead into your hole, nor were you prepared for him to enter you so quickly. With a snap of his lithe hips, he filled you completely and your mouth fell open.

He rutted into you like an animal, striking your cervix with almost every thrust. His pelvis started to grind down on your clit and you whimpered, your only other option being to move your body along with his. Your folds were puffy and you continued to leak slick that coated his cock.

He saw you thrusting your hips back against his and said, “Aww, look at ya, so needy for my cock to fill ya and claim you as my own. Just desperate to cum even though you already came twice in a row…”

“Yes, my King,” you replied, whining when he slowly ground his hips on yours. “I’m your greedy little girl.”

His hand dug into the skin of your calves as he pushed them towards you. His free hand moved to your breast and twisted your nipples again, the pain jolting through you like lightning and making you wetter with each passing second. Your vision started to get cloudy but you kept your eyes trained on his, oh so lost in the desire.

He slapped the side of your breast to keep you focused and did so with the other, going back and forth between the two until he could feel the heat radiating off of the flesh. You were so close to cumming again (you didn’t know how in the fuck your body was able to orgasm so many times in that short of a time period) but you just needed that final push.

Luckily for you, Balor was right behind you and rubbed at your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. The look in his eyes was desperate and needy and you could tell that yours looked the exact same way, maybe even worse. With a few more rough thrusts and sweeps of his thumb, you both fell over the edge with a shout, him holding onto your legs for dear life.

Your combined pants fell heavy on the air and you could smell the familiar scent of sex wafting. The remaining tendrils around your torso and that held your wrists together faded into nothing, and you fell to the bed with a exhausted “oof”. Rolling onto your side, you could feel the bed shift and him fall in line right behind you, his abdomen rippling with his breath.

You felt the sudden movement of fingers hit your side and move down to your sensitive lips. Fingertips brushed past your clit and dipped into the dripping mess of your and his cum between your legs.

“N-No, Balor, please,” you whined, attempting to move away from his touch. “It’s too much for me.”

“You can and will cum one more time for me, (Y/n). Ya don’t wanna disappoint your King now, would ya?”

Heavens, no, you thought.

His other arm slid around your waist so he could drag you closer to his waiting mouth, kissing you softly. Your tongues danced with each other and you could still taste your juices on him as he plunged his fingers back into you, pushing more cum out of you with each pass. This time around, it was much slower. Less fast pace and more focused on targeting that pleasure you were seeking again.

Turning your head to look at him, you saw his eyes. Those black cesspools held so much in them, but one thing’s for sure: they held a care and love for you. He needed you to cum, and you couldn’t deny him any further with the pleasure building deeper in your body.

Pumping your hips with his fingers, he slipped a third in and that broke the damn for you a final time. You broke the lip connection and gaped, no sound coming from your mouth. Limbs tightening, you flooded his hand with your cum and fell back onto the sheets contently. You didn’t know when you fell asleep again but you did, curled up against Balor with his fingers still inside you.

Breakfast can wait, he thought, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face. Your eyes grew soft and your hands still found their place where his arm met your hip. She’s too cute to wake up now.

And so deliciously full of sin.

You were his double-edged Queen, and you were his.

Quite literally, you two were made for each other.

~~~~~

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[hypmic-writings]

i read in an interview w the BB’s seiyuu and ichirou’s seiyuu said ppl who voted for BB would be “the eldest yamada daughter” lol so could i have a scenario where jiro and saburo like ichirou’s gf and ask her to become smth like that? thank you!!

Idk how but this is kind of different from the original request…hopeyou still like it! Under the cut because it’s over 1,000

Word Count: 1,200

You kissed Ichiro’s cheek hastily as your boyfriend grabbedhis bag and ran out of the apartment. You shook your head with a small smile onyour face and wondered if his memory would ever get better. The two of you had plannedto spend a nice, cozy, day together, when he got a call from the general store.Apparently, he had forgotten to take care of some things, and was needed.

Which left you laying on the couch to your own devices.

“Hey, Y/N, where’d Ichinii go?” a light voice asked. You turnto see Saburo entering the apartment. You shot him a small smile and sat up onthe couch.

“He got a call from the general store to take care of somethings and…” you trailed off as you took in Saburo’s appearance.

“Ah, okay,” Saburo added, quietly.

He was taking off his shoes which were drenched as his blackhair led small droplets of water falling to the floor. His jacket was soakedand one of the buttons had fallen off as well. You stood up from the couch and followedhim into the kitchen.

“Saburo, you’re soaked, what happened?” you asked,worriedly, grabbing a towel from the counter and pulling the boy over to you.

“I’m fine,” he whined as you held his shoulder with one handand dabbed his hair with the cloth. “I just forgot to bring an umbrella with me,no big deal,” he mumbled. You could see the faintest blush spread across hischeeks, but you frowned in worry as you continued to dry his hair with thetowel.

“No, you’re not fine. You’re freezing and…look! You’reshaking!” you pointed out. Saburo looked away from you and pouted.

“Will you please go change out of your clothes and take awarm shower? I don’t want you to get sick, you know!” you exclaimed. Saburoglanced at you, his eyes slightly widening before he nodded and pulled away fromyou. He was about to enter his room when he stopped for a moment and turnedback.

“Thanks, Y/N-san,” he said, quickly and quietly beforerunning to get out of his freezing clothes. You sighed and hoped that Saburowasn’t going to get sick.

You picked up the towel and threw it into the dirty hamper,making a note to wash it along with the rest of the clothes. You sat back down toresume your lazy day once more, but not more than a few minutes passed when theapartment door opened once more.

“Wow, that was a long day!” a loud voice whined. You glancedup from your position and could faintly make out the baseball cap of the middleYamada brother.

“Hey, Jiro,” you called out from the couch, now too lazy tostand up.

“Oh! Y/N! I didn’t know you were here,” Jiro stated, walkingover to you. He gave you a cheeky grin before plopping down on the couch nextto you. “Where’s Niichan?” he asked, casually. You explained what had happenedand Jiro simply let out a sigh.

“He’s always forgetting things like that, honestly,” hegroaned. You let out a small laugh.

“Yea, remember the time he tried to bake?” you said, grinning.Jiro let out a loud laugh and leaned back into the couch.

“Oh yea! And he forgot to take the cookies out of the ovenand the batter exploded everywhere,” Jiro exclaimed, motioning widely. You letout another laugh at this and nodded.

“It was so amazing!” you sighed, happily. Jiro tapped yourarm repeatedly and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Oh yea, I don’t know if you know this. But there was thisone time,” Jiro began. “We drove three hours to a site for one of the clientsof the general store and Ichiro completely forgot his laptop with all the filesfor them!” Jiro cried out, roaring with laughter.

You let out a small “aww”, thinking of your cute, forgetful boyfriend,but couldn’t help but laugh at the predicament. You were about to continue withanother story when Saburo came walking into the living room.

“What’s all the laughing about?” he asked with a blank face.Jiro smirked and leaned back in his chair, waving off the younger brother.

“Nothing a punk like you would understand,” he said, a smallsmile on his face. Saburo balled up his fist and frowned.

“Well if someone as stupid as you can understand it, I’msure I’d have no problem,” he spat, shooting Jiro a fake smile. Jiro scowledand shot up from his place on the couch.

“You goddam brat – ” Jiro began. You cut him off by wavingyour arms, still laying on the couch.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, grabbing both of their attentions. “Nofighting in the house, you’re gonna break something like last time, and I’m notpaying for that,” you stated, taking turns to stare both of them in the eyes.There was a moment of silence before both Jiro and Saburo looked away from youand one another.

“Whatever…”

“Yea, fine…”

Your serious face melted into a grin as you pointed at the tv.

“Alright! Since none of us are doing anything else, anyonewanna play some video games?” you tempted, an evil gleam in your eyes. Jiro andSaburo turned towards you abruptly with wide eyes.

It was custom for you to play video games with the youngerbrothers whenever Ichiro was out. It was the best way you could think of forJiro and Saburo to compete without hurting each other, and you were pretty decentat the games yourself, so you couldn’t complain.

It was more fun simply just to spend time with yourboyfriend’s brothers that had slowly started to become your own family.

*Bonus*

“Hey babe, I’m home,” Ichiro called out as he entered theroom. He looked over at you, sitting with Jiro and Saburo on the floor, boxesof pizza scattered around you.

“Oh…hey…” you shouted back, over the loud sounds of the tv. Jiroand Saburo gave small grunts to their brother which surprised Ichiro – usually theywould have jumped up to greet him. Your eyes were glued to the screen and youdidn’t pull them away when he walked over.

“So,” Ichiro said, sitting on the couch with a small smile. “I’mguessing you don’t want to go out on our date and eat dinner?” he teased,patting your head gently. Before you had a chance to respond, Saburo spoke up.

“No, we’ve changed out minds, she’s our older sibling now,” theyounger brother said, intensely staring at the screen. Ichiro’s eyes widened insurprise.

“Yea, she’s better than you at video games so she’s ourolder sister now,” Jiro added, moving left and right to mimic the controls.

Ichiro’s mouth fell slightly open but he quickly closed itand let a small smile form on his lips. He bent down to kiss the top of yourhead before leaning back into the couch to watch you play the game while Jiroand Saburo cursed each other out from across the room.

[rhodesmystery]

just smth short i thought of idk when it fits into anything but whatever. post quidditch world cup? early morning the next day after everyone arrived back at the burrow. summer ‘94

Harry wakes, and only gets a flash of water before he’s up and creeping down the stares. Learned the tricky ones by now, that he’s able to sneak past the multiple rooms and levels without too much trouble. Ron had only rolled over once on his way out, but the snore that tore from him left Harry with nothing to worry about, anyway.

Doors shut, Harry counts them on his way down. Hand against the wall, some form of small comfort as he passes by photos and portraits, added to over the years, that he noted some of himself, Ron and Hermione. And that, of course, caused him to only think about the day before. 

Once he had finally reached the base of the stairs, Harry noted dim amounts of light coming from the kitchen. No one else was up, unless Mr Weasley had returned. Whilst Harry didn’t think it was that early in the morning, he edges around mismatched furniture, getting closer to the lights. Two distinct voices meet his ears, and he stops himself from getting any closer.

Sounds of shifting furniture, and: “How’s the hand?” 

“Fine. I think I did break my thumb back there.” A small amount of laughter that earns a chuckle. “That was crazy, wasn’t it?”

A sigh. “Stupid, Natasha. You could’ve got yourself killed.” Natasha? Harry’s mind supplied the information: girl from the World Cup. A stream follows, and he distinctly remembered Ron pretending to vomit while Charlie seemingly fawned over her. Ah. 

“Says the man who was on his back with a wand pointed at his throat.”

There’s a lull, and Harry almost turns to go back upstairs. He could survive a few more hours without a drink. From what he was hearing, it was private, and Harry knew it wasn’t polite to linger. Just something in their tones suggested privacy. 

He gets about three steps around a couch, when there’s a soft “Harry?” Damn, caught.

Swivelling on the spot, Harry tries to smile apologetically, although it likely came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt.”

Charlie doesn’t seem as large as Harry remembered from only a few hours earlier, with how he was huddled over the woman next to him. Two cups of tea, still steaming on the table, and a mixture of bags and books spread in front of them. Harry tries his best not to look at them, as he quickly grabs a cup, flashing it under the tap. Walking in on something private, even intimate, made him acutely aware of every little movement. 

Remarkably uncomfortable, even as he sculls the water, Harry notes how they continued their conversation in a different direction, as if he wasn’t there. Idle discussions of a holiday in the future, Charlie’s hand now resting on her shoulder. Natasha was writing with her free hand, the other resting on Charlie’s knee. Romania, Scandinavia, and wistful sigh of Greece. All wrapped up in talks of work and Durmstrang (drum strong?) and dragons. 

Whatever it all meant. If anything, it surprised him, that they were able to talk about such things as if yesterday meant nothing.

It’s as Harry puts his cup to the side, that he hears the quiet again. Deafening, almost, and he’s almost afraid to look over his shoulder. Until there’s a screech of a chair being dragged over the floorboards, and Charlie is taking their cups back over to the kettle. Natasha has her chin resting on the palm of her hand, not looking at the older Weasley. 

He doesn’t know what to think, as Harry looks away quickly. Trying to look at the ground, but finds himself flicking up once more, meeting her eyes. A brilliant green, not unlike his own, as he had been told many times before. Harry has a quick and fleeting thought that perhaps she had received many a compliments too, until a slight smile forms on her face. Like a pressure builds, right behind his eye, the longer he stares. He can’t quite describe it, until all at once it disappears, as if it never happened at all. Weird. 

“You have very pretty eyes.” With the way she words it, Harry almost expects her to say ‘too’ at the end. But it’s Charlie who swoops in, with a snort that shocks Harry out of his socks.

“Don’t freak him out, Nat.” Admonishing, but Charlie almost sounded amused. Like there was a great big dirty trick at play, and Harry was on the outside. 

She smiles, quite unlike the ones he had received earlier. Friendly, of course, and in such a way her cheeks rose high. But knowing. That’s what Harry would’ve called it. Unsettling, in a way, like she knew a lot of things he didn’t, and she wasn’t willing to share. Harry notes the twinkle at the corner of her eye, and doesn’t know how to put two and two together, of the person he met at the World Cup, and the one before him. 

Charlie seems to have taken control of the situation when Harry wasn’t looking. In such a way that he no longer appeared so small, and instead filled the kitchen entirely. Cups of tea in his hands, but he still nudges his head in the direction of the stairs. “Go to bed, Harry. It’s still early, and mum’ll be up soon for breakfast. Get another hour in at least.” 

“Right. Sorry.” Harry had never marched away so quickly before in his life, but he comes to a screeching halt right as he reaches the stairs. Natasha and Charlie were not too far behind him, conversation following him up. Not so hushed whispers, far from it. A wonder they weren’t worried about waking anyone.

“You didn’t have to scare him like that!” Charlie sounded embarrassed and amused all at once, and Harry peers down as they reach the third floor landing. Just outside a room that had been assigned to Bill and Charlie. 

Natasha waved a hand in the air, as if to bat away his complaint. “He’s like an open book, Charlie! I couldn’t help myself.”

“Pfft, alright, liar.”

“Well, tell me, what’s on your mind, then?”

There’s a low murmur, and a giggle that suggests the end of that, and Harry slips inside Ron’s room without a backwards glance. Slips into his bed, without a thought to how Ron rolls over once more. More voices downstairs, as if Bill had woken too. Even as his eyes close, and it seems like the house gradually woke, Harry found himself falling asleep, thinking of how that pressure, almost felt like hands, holding his mind carefully. Strange and terrible to think about. He almost wished he would remember to ask Ron and Hermione about it at breakfast.

[savetheblackpaladin]

What would Shiro do if you and the rest of the gang went to a lavish party that was celebrating Voltron or smth and your dress just fits your curves perfectly and he's just losing his mind and can't stop thinking about what he's going to do to you when you get back to your room? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) you can make it smutty too, but all up to you

U hoes wanted part 2 to this bad boy….WELL HERE IT IS ENJOY A LITTLE SMUT

Note 1: not quite in the theme for the request but it’s so similar to the original Little Black Dress I figured I’d just do a sequel

Note 2: In keeping with the original’s theme, this is for a female S/O with a va-jay-jay

Shiro was still suffering, but public mortification by quite literally the most powerful women on the planet tends to kill the mood (And Allura’s vengeance would be no cupcake, either.). Thus he suffered, keeping a protective arm around your waist, sneaking glances down your cleavage, and more or less making it well known that you were his.

That didn’t stop people from asking you to dance and now Shiro was stuck in a boring conversation about conversion rates between….something….and how it pertained to flight speed?? He didn’t care, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way your dress was slipping of your shoulders as Hunk exuberantly twirled you around the dance floor.

“Ahem,” his conversation partner coughed, “I see why your attention is divided. She is quite the beauty tonight, Paladin.”

Shiro blushed and turned away, “I’m sorry Solgan, normally I’m all for theoretical physics equations but…” Shiro’s gaze drifted towards you again and Solgan laughed, the head engineer of Il’rea’s science division was no stranger to beautiful woman being distracting.

“Don’t be sorry. Y/N is a shining diamond tonight, only your princess and our own Priestesses can rival her radiance.”

Shiro glanced over and saw only fondness in Solgan’s eyes as he watched you laugh full-heartedly as Hunk lifted you up to hold you in the air. “You know…I’ve heard of no less than three potential marriage proposals from high ranking generals about your Y/N.”

Shiro felt his eye twitch as Solgan smugly nudged his side. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah”, he continued, “Intelligent, charismatic, funny…not unattractive and she’s deeply connected to Voltron…Also that dress is killer.”

“Thanks Solgan,” Shiro’s voice was clipped, “If you’ll excuse me…” That was it. He had enough. No more letting you prance around in practically nothing. Time to go.

You smiled as you felt a familiar strong arm wrap around your waist. You didn’t need to see Shiro’s face to know what he looked like. The way Hunk paled and rapidly excused himself was all you needed.

“Well…that wasn’t very nice”, you cooed, leaning into Shiro’s side as he maneuvered you towards the guest rooms.

“Don’t care”, he stated, “Apparently there’s people out there who want to propose. I need to make sure you don’t have a good reason to accept.”

“Oh?” You laughed into your hand, like there was anyone who could ever make you leave Shiro. Except for maybe, another Shiro. “And what’s reason would that be?”

“I said I would fuck you in that dress and I promise to–”

“As delightful as that may be”, the sultry tones of Lady Selena’s amused voice interrupted whatever naughty thing Shiro was about to say, “I don’t want to hear it.” Shiro froze in place so suddenly you ran into him with a small squeak as he scrambled to properly bow to a High Priestess.

“My Lady–Apologies for twice now–”

“Oh shut up,” Shiro’s jaw audibly clacked shut as Lady Selena twirled a set of keys around one slim finger. “I’m not fond of hearing people lost to…passion…”

You flushed as she glanced towards you, like she knew with certainty that Shiro would have you screaming. “So take these, go up three flights, seventh door on the left,” she tossed Shiro the keys.

Lady Selena bowed her head and glided past, a wide smirk on her face as she drew close to whisper in your ear, “There’s plenty of lube in the bed stand.”

You felt your soul die a little as she laughed and you managed to stammered out a form of thanks as she waved you two off.

“Well…that’s awkward,” Shiro snorted. But it didn’t stop him from excitedly tugging you towards the exit.

“Ride me.”

“Wha–?” You lifted your head from the pillow and looked behind you in confusion. You head was fogged with arousal as Shiro continued his steady pace, three thick fingers working you open, his spare hand spreading your cheeks apart to give him an uninterrupted view of his work.

“Ride. Me.” You gasped, thankful your knees were still under you as he punctuated each word with a strong thrust, forcing your head down again as you arched with pleasure.

“Y-yes, yes, please just–nngh!” You needed to feel him. It had been too long. 

“Okay baby, take it easy.” Shiro’s deep baritone was silk in your ears as he pulled you up to rest against his chest, your dress pooled around your waist as he maneuvered you to sit in his lap. You squirmed as his erection brushed against your folds, the slick and liberally applied lube not giving you the friction you desperately craved.

“Shiro, please, I-I need you.”

“Hmmm,” Shiro nibbled your ear and slowly began rocking against you, “You need what baby?”

“Don’t make me–ah!–say it,” you tried to arch your back, desperate to find the right angle to let him slide in.

“Say what? I just want to make sure I have your full consent before I wreck that sweet pussy.” 

You short-circuited for a small moment, your mind struggling to understand what the fuck it was Shiro just said so nonchalantly, body stilling against Shiro’s chest. 

“U-uhm, okaaaay, okay wow,” you felt your blush coming back and were thankful to have your back towards Shiro. No doubt he was enjoying your embarrassment.

But if you didn’t say anything he would only prolong the torture. “Shiro…I need…no, I miss your cock Shiro, please stop making me–Ah!”

Bless Shiro’s arms. One swift movement and he was seated deep within you. His strangled moan of your name pleasing you just as much as the stretch between your legs. But you didn’t let yourself enjoy it too much. He had demanded you ride him, after all.

“Ah! Fuuuuck Y/N, yes! Yes! Just like that baby girl,” Shiro sighed in pleasure and leaned against the headboard to enjoy his view. The love of his life, still wearing that skimpy black dress, her back fully exposed, one strap slowly working its way down a shoulder as you bounced expertly in his lap.

Stars above, he was so lucky.

You preened as the man below you continued to mumble small praises, his metal arm lightly massaging your back; working his way up to your shoulders only to wrap your necklace in a tight fist, the metal chain tightening against your throat. Not enough to choke you, but just enough to hint at danger. Just enough to hint he was losing control.

So you lifted yourself higher, leaving just his head within you for a moment before slamming back down with your full weight, grinding your rear against his hips before lifting yourself again. The pace you set was brutal after a long night of wearing heels, your thighs shaking and burning with the effort to ride cock with zero support. But so worth it to hear Shiro start to loose it, his voice keening high, sounding more and more desperate with each bounce. 

He was close. Deliciously close because he wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore. 

“Hah! Y/n! Y/n, I’m close baby…so close…hnnng! Pl-pleasepleaseplease–ohmygod–m’gunna–!!!!!!” Shiro’s hand twisted your necklace harder as he came; the small shock of pain combined with the thought of finally making Shiro cum first brought you right to the edge.

Shiro wasted no time lunging forward, pressing you face down into the bed and thrusting savagely against you. His warm hand reaching around your front to gently rub your clit, tipping you over the edge with a soft moan of his name.

“I missed you…”, Shiro’s voice was soft in your ear. He gently kissed your temple and pulled you down to lay next to him, moaning once as he slipped out. 

“I missed you too, ‘Kashi”, you hummed happily. You were so grateful to have your man with you again. To feel his warm arms wrapped around you. To be his little spoon.

“Get some rest now, my love.” Shiro nuzzled against your hair, his breath against your ear as he whispered, “Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

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[sharktigereagle]

Ok, I am really fucking done and angry.

So, warning this will contain much cussing and angry thoughts and stuff including MY PRIVATE policy thoughts. If ya know better or if ya don’t agree...go to hell really, alongside with tumblr. Block me or whatever you wish, I write of what I see an’ feel about the situation as it struck me deeply and I am probably overreacting but I am not really open for the policy debates, you may hate me or whatever after what you read next, cause It won’t take long untill my year work would be deleted.

Ok, I have been active member of this small and cozy community o’ kinks for a couple o’ years by now, b4 I was only a silent spectator. I have been to a lot of different sites like FA or E621, or whatever, but NOWHERE ELSE I found such a wast, lovely and LOVING community as here on tumblr. Most of the sites ware just somehow unfit. Either to mild in general as DA, or too furry-focused as on FA, yet in fact they had ALOT of problems with the tagging system, which not allow all the users to find EXACTLY what they want. It was a real problem for meh as 99% of quality content on the kinks I am mostly focused are somehow FEMALE\TRANCE and I am focused only on MALE-MALE\MALE-HERM stuff, so it was pretty hard to find and it still is.

Now THIS is where a fucking discrimination starts. You have to DIG THROUGH TONNS OF SHIT to get just a scratch of the quality. No, I ain’t got nothing against fem or trance porn, I am indifferent to genders, but it just doesn’t turn me on as well. “-it’s not you, it’s me darli’n-” For some time I felt myself as a freak, cause I didn’t find any evidence there was enough people with the same kinks...until I found tumblr community.

That’s when I felt I was not a fucking retard any more. For me it was kinda relief to understand that there are more than 20 ppl in the world that like the same shit. 

As I felt the discrimination and terrible lack of the MALE content on the topic (for me it was never enough) after a while I started posting here some of my shits. And It was a surprise people actually liked it, cause I have the butthands and stuff...

And now... after only a year tumblr shuts the porn and kinks and ALL THE BASIC NUDITY down. Ok, I can !?understand!? for the porn, but plain nudity? LIKE WHY? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW THAT WHEN ARTIST TRAIN THEY FIRSTLY GET TO DRAW NUDE MODELS??!? 80% OF MEDIVAL ART WAS CONCERNED ABOUT NUDITY OR HALF-NUDITY?

Okay BUT NOT FUCKING OK AT ALL. I know pretty much artists and most of them have ever, POSTED NSFW content, weather it was warm-up skeches, some lovely porn, or just references. The ban will just swipe their works their labour and their WILL to create aon this platfor as it already did to me. Cause If ya think that screbbling is just funstuff... go to hell, and try making some on your own.

So much for Fucking US democracy they are to spread to the world. YES, I live in Russia, so what? They all speak about that ‘nasty Russian Kremlin censorship’... Know what, GO TO HELL, It is more freedom NOW in Russian internet  than on the tumblr, yes there is a shittish law...WHICH MAINLY DOESN‘T EVEN WORK PROBABLY, and it is focused on CHILD PORN, NOT ON GAY PORN, NOT ON NUDITY, BUT ON PAEDOPHILIA in da web. So Was also laughting out so hard when I got this news in my pocket. Millions of US citizens of the most ‘democratic’ country in the world, fighting for equal rights in the whole world can not protect one of the best and useful platforms, and MAKE IT EVEN WORSE by writing petitions and complaints on ceasing the bots, and naziz? And what they get? Everything wise-versa.

SO MUCH FOR THA FUCKING DEMOCRACY AHAHA

I came here to search for democracy and freedom of speech and creativity, AND WHAT I GET? I GET DESPERATE.

I GET DESPERATE, cause I put a lot of effort in this particular blog, for I am not really sociable person, and it is hard for me to open up my shit to anyone, so it was kinda hard decision to make this blog, and share all that kink shit I had with ya my lurvs and da world.

I really wanted to make it interesting, to put the best things i have and make here, and now it will all be FUCKING GONE, AND I WILL HAVE TO START ANEW BECAUSE IT WAS MY MANE BLOG.

I have No Idea where should I go, for Twitter format with text limitations is not suitable, as I sometimes publish small illustrated stories and add comments to my works.

FA is also not a good alternative for me as firstly I focus mostly on human stuff, and it tagging system sucks so hard I have no words to describe it. I have account there, but there will not be much as the site is thematic, and the community there is really small for human stuff.

DA aslo sucks in tagging and there are tonns of shit my works will probably drown in, so I have a doubt I should even try there.

The other sites seem lack of either content\members\functionality.

Recently I wanted to start another blog for my sfw wounded healing kink out here, after watching RDRII I felt I have an urge to share some, but now I think I Won’t do It here, not until I find a proper alternative, because the attitude of the tumbler owners to as at to fucking cattle is more than fucking disgusting.

Ah yeah and talking of Children, underrted stuff. whay sould WE bother of them not their parents? Didn’t I sign they my blog is for 18+ warning or smth? Why should we care if a child goes to the internet with a goal to see some dicks? OMG it saw one...such a tragedy. FUCK THIS HYPOCRISY. STOP THE WORLD I’M OUT.

[sept-dix]

college au! aron

summary: you and aron are uni roommates genre: fluff a/n: requested; i feel like i’m trying to singlehandedly end the aron drought here lol hope u enjoy!!

yknow the myth about art students living off of virtually no sleep and no money is not entirely false

as a visual arts major who’s only still alive thanks to 20 cent instant ramen and the discovery of the red bull + coffee mixture, you would know

what you didn’t know was that journalism majors had it almost worse, bc with all news platforms having to publish their stuff at the break of dawn it was a given that they had to slave away while the rest of the world was asleep in order to even get something meaningful done during internship periods

the workload is also intense so even during non-internship periods they’re buried in work

you learnt this (and more) from aron

at the start of your second year in uni your existing roommate had dropped out of college, leaving you with an empty apartment which was both too big and too expensive 

and as you’d been aimlessly walking around your campus after school one day trying to think of possibilities for a better living arrangement, you’d fatefully come across an advertisement for someone looking for a roommate

the thing that had caught your eye was the shockingly low rent 

given the rlly cramped and small nature of the actual flat of course the rent wasn’t unexpected but you couldn’t care less about space at that moment

so yeah, you called and this guy called aron picked up and you two became roommates just like that

aron was so relieved and thankful when you called him and eventually became his roommate bc just like you, he was rlly tight on money

but let’s just say he just got even more thankful with time

when he first opened the door to you it would be an understatement to say that he was surprised

because well..,,, he looked at you once and got overwhelmed by how good looking you were

and you were moving in all your thousand of art supplies and the whole time you kept apologising bc you had to make so many trips and you kept getting in his way and he thought that was so cute

that first night you insisted that you make dinner as thanks for him letting you be his roommate

but he insisted that he make dinner as thanks for you wanting to be his roommate in the first place

so the both of you just ended up making dinner together 

it was nothing fancy you guys just made pasta lol

but you two had so much fun making it!!! 

you were exchanging pasta sauce recipes and tips with each other and aron tried so hard to stop himself but every now and then he kept finding himself thinking about how cute you were

somewhere in the back of his brain, there were warning sirens ringing trying to tell him that he shouldn’t be thinking like this about you because you were his roommate,,, it would mess things up big time

but what can i say aron ignored those sirens lol

both of you were naturally very sensitive of each other’s needs and preferences so it was almost too easy for you two to fall into a comfortable routine

like you’d wake him up before you left for your 9am class on tuesday because he had a 9.30 one

and he’d do the same for you on thursday when the situation was reversed

it just so happened that you came home earlier on 3 days of the week and he came home earlier on the rest of the days

so you’d cook the both of you dinner when you were back first and he’d do the same when he’s back first

and towards the end of the month there were always those few days when you guys had to make do with instant ramen lol rip

you two never rlly meant for this to happen but you guys ended up bonding a lot through these shared dinner times

admittedly it wasn’t too often that the two of you actually ate dinner at the same time 

but when those times did come, you two always ended up just talking or watching a tv show together

as it so happened you guys loved the same tv shows so that’s great

and he loved hearing about your art stuff bc well he’s an aspiring journalist and he loves to hear about everything

and you loved hearing about what he’s studying just bc you never really knew much about it before and he made it seem super interesting

you didn’t know this but during all those times aron was thinking to himself ok so not only are you super cute you are also interesting and ambitious and passionate and nice???? not fair 

but it wasn’t exactly that he had a crush on you or anything

lol jk he had a crush on you

a small teeny tiny one that grew concrete and huge over one fine weekend

which wasn’t so fine because well,, aron was sick

he was down with the flu and he had a high fever and he couldn’t even get out of bed

not only was he physically sick but yknow when people are sick and away from home they get extra homesick and emo

so yeah he was feeling like shit in all aspects of the word

and he had gotten sick when he was still living with his old roommate

that time he had just had a slight case of the flu he didn’t even have fever or anything

but his roommate had avoided him like he had the plague or something just bc he didn’t want it to spread to him

so naturally aron expected you to do the same and stay far away from you but what did you do instead?

that’s right

you made him soup

and you stuck a thermometer in his mouth

and you forced him to tell you any medical allergies he had so you could go out and buy him flu medicine

and then you came back with the medicine and forced him to eat it with soup and then stayed by his side for another 15 mins just to make sure he was okay

15 mins might seem like a short time but considering the huge assignment you had due in 2 days which you hadn’t even started on, 15 mins was as good as half a day

and i guess you could say that’s when aron knew he was in trouble

you’re cute and nice and interesting and everything but you’re also good at taking care of him

it’s all too much for him

so he decided to consult his bro minki on the situation

and minki being minki told aron to confess asap in the most corny and cringey and extravagant way

and aron wanted to follow that advice (at least a part of it) but when he got home that day and saw you smiling at your phone for god knows what reason

he realised that he knew all sorts of things about you but he didn’t know whether you had someone you liked or someone you were already dating or whatever

and of course he was too nervous to ask you about it at that moment bc you were already smiling at your phone meaning there was a high chance you were already being sent lovey dovey text messages from the love of your life

but you would have told him if you had a boyfriend right?

right?

well idk but that’s all that went through aron’s mind that day

and he tried to look for more signs that you were already taken throughout the course of the next few days but he didn’t catch anything else except for that one smiling at your phone event

so he reported this back to minki and minki all but hit him 

“why tf you doing all this when i clearly told you to just conFESS??”

 so aron tried another time

this time, thankfully, you weren’t doing anything suspicious like smiling at your phone

you were just on the floor in your room working on a huge canvas painting for one of your classes

as soon as you noticed him walking in you asked him his opinion on the piece

“it’s supposed to be a study of movement, i’m not exactly sure if this is what my professor wants but what do you think?”

“oh well it’s great”

bc duh aron doesn’t know anything about how a proper study of movement should look lol

he just stood there watching you work for a little longer before you noticed him

“is there a reason why you’re just standing there looking at me, aron?”

“no! i mean well, yes, actually. yeah, i mean yes”

you chuckled at his clumsiness and that put him at ease for a moment

“ok then, what is it?”

he took a deep breath and

“i was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me this saturday?”

“.... aron are u ok we always have dinner together on saturdays unless one of us is busy or smth lol”

“yes but this wouldn’t be our usual dinner. i could bring you to that japanese place down the road from here and we could perhaps catch a movie afterwards?”

ah

“... are you asking me out?”

“yeah i guess you could say that”

the few seconds you spent looking at him then almost made him pass out bc they convinced him you were going to say no but-

“sure, it’s a date!”

needless to say the date went great bc well,, it isn’t an unknown fact that you two match each other super well

in fact, it goes so well that one date turns into two, which turns into a few

and before you know it, you’ve been introduced to minki as the person aron’s in an actual relationship with

aron finds out months later that the moment you started falling for him had been the same one when he’d been so sick that he was out of his mind

and he had looked up at you and whined that “he would have really missed his mommy if you hadn’t been there to make him soup”

that’s so cute

soon you guys become one of the established College Couples in campus

with him walking you to your classes all the way in the arts building

and you hanging around in his editing studio while he types away about something or the other

and the both of you always grabbing dinner together at the end of the day

what can i say uni isn’t so bad when you’ve got someone like aron by your side hehe

[thetactilepope]

Lessons in Thermodynamics: Chapter Three

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Dissatisfaction

54 days to Winter Break

Thursday

It had only been four days since Momo had found out her test mark, and she could already feel the stress building. Like a splinter just below the skin, it was a constant source of irritation.

As she used yet another lunch hour to agonize over the few (barely) coherent notes she had made during those lessons, it occurred to her that at this rate, she’d probably burn out soon.

“Haven’t I been through this before?” She sighed, resting her head on her desk, “I can’t let myself get overwhelmed. It won’t do any good.”

Her resolve had carried her through many trials before, and this would be no exception. Hopefully.

Still, she felt like she needed to talk to someone, get all these thoughts out of her head, before she was overwhelmed. Keeping it all bottled up wouldn’t help, not at all. Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she unlocked it to see a message from Jirou Kyouka.

{♫ Kyouka ♪}

[Hey! wanna grab some coffee after school?] [its been AGES since we talked]

[i have less trouble seeing Hagakure these days tbh]

[did u finally find a date or smth?]

Momo snorted, an amused smile forming on her face. She hadn’t meant to be so evasive recently, and she was glad Kyouka didn’t seem too mad.

[I’d love to get some coffee!] [my treat, since i’ve been so… out of it] [but I might spend most of the time venting…]

[ ; ) u know i’ll never turn down free stuff!!] [if that’s what u need its chill!]

[meet u at the usual spot, k?]

[Thank you, Kyouka]

Momo let out a sigh of relief, already feeling like a small weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

The café was crowded, but not uncomfortably so, and Momo found the low buzz of other conversations in the background rather soothing. She had missed hanging out with Kyouka like this more than she had realized.

“Yo! What’s up, Miss Vice-President?” a familiar voice called out brightly, and she smiled as Kyouka slid into the booth across from her.

“I wish I could say ‘Nothing’…” She sighed, letting her shoulders slump forward, “I’ve just… had a rough couple of days, is all.”

Kyouka nodded sympathetically, placing her bag on the table, off to the side, “You look like you could use some caffeine. And some serious best-friend talk.”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, a little mortified by the thought, “I thought I was keeping it together rather well.”

“You are. I don’t think too many people picked up on it. Like, maybe three, including myself.”

She waited for Kyouka to elaborate on who exactly had noticed, but the other girl had already moved on.

“Now, let’s go get our drinks.” Kyouka leaned forward, a serious look on her face, “And then, you can tell me exactly what’s going on.”

-Wham!-

Shouto hit the mat hard, falling victim (quite literally) to one of Midoriya’s favoured throws. Though it knocked the air from his lungs, he didn’t stay down long. Rolling quickly to his feet, he turned towards his sparring partner, lashing out with a right hook. As the blow was deflected, Shouto tried to step in closer, but his legs were swept out from underneath him and fell to the mat again.

“I, uh, think… Why don’t we call it a day soon?” Izuku said hurriedly, helping Shouto back to his feet, “I’ve, um, got a lot of homework, so…”

“It’s OK, I know I’m not at my usual level today.” His reply was calm, as he stretched his arms out behind his back, “You don’t have to pretend there’s another reason.”

Midoriya shook his head furiously, clearly a little upset at his matter-of-fact tone, “Nonono, that’s not it! I swear!”

“I mean, you do seem a bit, well, distracted, but, I-I don’t…” His friend looked down for a moment, “These no-Quirk sparring sessions, they help a lot. Whatever ‘level’ you’re at.”

“But what if I’m not good enough?” That fear has been running through Shouto’s mind for the past two days, ready to spring up at any time.

He hates the thought of letting his friends down. Of failing.

His father’s voice is lurking there too, just below the surface, waiting to tear him down as always. He can practically hear him now.

“You must be the best. There are no other options, Shouto.” Endeavor declares, a cold rage burning in his eyes, “Weakness must be crushed. If someone can’t cut it on their own, you shouldn’t lower yourself to help them.”

“That’s not true, you bastard. You might see it that way,” He replies harshly, less fearful in his own head, “but I’m not you. I will never be you.”

Midoriya gave him a concerned look, and Shouto shook his head to clear it, settling back into a combat stance.

“My apologies, I… got lost in thought for a moment.”

The other boy settled into a similar posture, albeit one that was more defensive.

“O-OK, if you’re sure you’re alright to keep going…” Midoriya replied, expression serious, “You are sure, right?”

He charged forward, as if that were answer enough.

“Man, I knew something was up with you lately, but I didn’t realize it was that serious!” Kyouka exclaimed, setting down her drink and leaning forward, “He really said you might lose your spot in the Hero Course?”

Momo nodded, taking another sip of her own coffee, “Yeah. It’s… it’s a touch spot, no doubt.”

She had been trying to keep her voice bright, but she couldn’t quite hold back the edge of anxiety any longer. Telling Kyouka had helped, but the shame and anger still bubbled up as she had recalled the events of three days prior.

“What happens if I fail?”

The question loomed in her mind, and she couldn’t seem to find an acceptable answer. Even just the thought of having to tell her parents was almost unbearable.

“We had such high hopes…”

“What a waste, you could have been a wonderful hero.”

Their imaginary voices jeered at her, much harsher than her parents would ever be, and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Suddenly, Kyouka’s cheery tone snapped her back to reality, and she looked up to see a confident smile on her best friend’s face, “Hey, why d’you look like it’s a done deal already?”

“You have plenty of time, right? Don’t start beating yourself up about this now.”

“When you put it that way…” She couldn’t help but grin in response, “Things don’t seem so bad.”

“What a lame thing to say…” The understatement made her snort almost immediately after she said it, and from the way Kyouka was rolling her eyes, it was evident she agreed.

Twirling one of her earlobe-jacks around her finger, she suddenly shifted the conversation in a slightly different direction.

“So, who else knows about this? Is it just me an’ you?”

Momo shook her head, and fiddled with her straw, “Todoroki-san knows the basics, but not about the potential consequences. He’s the one tutoring me, and… keeping him in the dark, it just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Todoroki’s helping you again? First the Practical Exam and now this…” Kyouka raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“Don’t put it like that, please.” She grimaced, looking down, “I feel bad enough about asking him for assistance as it is.”

“And, you’re sure you can trust him to keep quiet?” Kyouka paused, and then giggled, “Well, more quiet than usual, I mean. That guy’s practically mute.”

She frowned slightly at the derisive tone of her friend’s words and opened her mouth to protest but stopped as Kyouka raised her hands.

“Sorry, I guess that did sound pretty mean… He doesn’t really, well, talk to people, is all.” She sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “Anyways, have you two already started studying?”

“No, we’re planning to meet this Saturday, at the library.” Momo replied, “We both agreed prep time would be helpful.”

“Of course you did.” Kyouka’s agreement was accompanied by a good-natured eye roll, and they turned towards other topics, the kind that let her feel like everything was normal, at least for a little while. Momo let herself enjoy the moment, even if the anxiety wouldn’t vanish completely.

The two boys finished their cool-down stretches in silence, and Shouto tossed Izuku a freshly-chilled bottle of water before speaking up.

“Hey, Midoriya, can I ask you something?”

“Uh, sure! What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think I’d make a good teacher?”

His eyes went wide, the question clearly catching him off-guard. After a pause to collect his thoughts, he nodded, more to himself than Shouto.

“I guess so? I mean, you are smart, and you seem to understand that not everyone approaches stuff the same way, which goes a long way…” He muttered, the words almost too fast for the other boy to understand, “I might be inclined to say you lack the approachable nature necessary, but given that you’re better than Aizawa-Sensei, and he isn’t out of a job yet, that’s not really a concern.”

“It’s not a career choice I’d have considered for you, but every Pro should have a plan beyond just being a Hero, right? And if you’re already thinking that far ahead…”

“He thinks I meant a teacher like at Yuuei,” Shouto realized, waving a hand in front of Midoriya’s face in an attempt to snap him out of it.

“Ah, sorry, I got a little, um, carried away there, didn’t I?” He said apologetically, laughing quietly, “May I ask why you brought it up?”

“Someone needs my help with the physics unit. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to do a good enough job.” His reply wasn’t technically a lie, and while Momo had never asked him to keep their arrangement secret, he didn’t want word of it to spread.

“Oh, well, all you can really do is give it your all, right? That way, no matter what happens, you won’t have any regrets!”

There was a certainty in his voice that suddenly reminded Shouto of All-Might, and he found himself smiling slightly.

“Just give it my all, huh?” Nodding, he prepared to leave the training room, mind already on the half-finished overview waiting for him in his dorm.

Tonight was going to be busy.

There are fifty days until the retest.