#but we had 'dynamite' last night and 'left and right' this morning and i know they'll only play the english songs but those aren't good :(

[mashmouths]

i need this restaurant to stop playing the dregs of bts's discography. either commit and play "danger" or get out of my face.

[thiefoflight68]

I am a hard-core Baku/Deku shipper. But I was asked to write a Baku/Todo story.

Please be aware that Izuku is dead and this is sad. Like all of my stories though it will have a happy ending

If I Have a Quirk, Then Why Do I Need a Gun?

minors dni 18+ 0nly

Bakugou sat on his balcony, the heat of the day slowly evaporating as the sun began to settle down behind the horizon. He watched as darkness seeped across the city, lights popping on, slowly at first, then at regular intervals until lights shone through the night. His phone flashed on the table, more texts, he ignored them. He drank from the almost empty bottle of beer. Reaching down into the cooler next to him, he grabbed another, his fingers only found ice. Looking down it was empty. “Fuck,” had he really already drank six beers? The empty bottles on the dark table lit up as his phone flashed again. “Fuck,” he grabbed the phone and scrolled through the names. Everyone, they were all texting, all the fucking extras.

Sero - Wanna hang out?

Kiri - Gotta a new video game, come over.

Mina - Found an awesome Ramen shop, we want to go dinner with you

Tenya - There’s a job fair tomorrow. Want to go?

Momo - Don’t sit around drinking by yourself, you might as well get wasted with us.

Katsuki let out a snort, at least she was fucking honest.

Denki - are you sad?

“Fuck,” he growled throwing the phone back on the table, piece of shit Dunce Head. “Am I fucking sad?!” He wanted to smash the bottles off the table, but he stopped, it was too much fucking trouble to clean up afterward, he knew that from experience. The smart ones hadn’t texted him, the ones hurting like him. He shifted in his seat, he knew that wasn’t fair, they were all hurting. He rubbed his right shoulder, would he ever forget? The physical weight of the casket had been nothing, carried easily, but the true weight, the weight of the body inside, had left a twisted knot in his muscle that would never heal. Tears slipped down his cheeks, hot and fast, he looked heavenward. “Damn nerd!” He shouted. A dog barked at him in the distance somewhere. His phone flashed again.

Shoto - I heard you.

Looking up, Bakugou peered at the apartments across the way, empty balconies.

Bakugou - Where the fuck are you?

Waiting, there was no reply. He shivered, his feet felt cold, he rubbed his arms, fuck was it already getting cold at night? He realized his feet were getting colder, looking down, a thin sheen of ice was forming over his balcony floor. “Fuck! Icy Hot!” Carefully standing on his bare feet, he slipped to the edge of the railing and looked over. Shoto smiled up at him, smirking, balancing on the railing he was touching Bakugou’s balcony.

“Howdy neighbor,” Shoto quipped sarcastically. Switching hands he warmed up the concrete slowly to melt the cool ice.

“What the fuck you doing down there?”

“I moved in last week, would’ve skipped it if I’d known my neighbor was an asshole.” Shoto dusted off his hands and jumped down.

“Fuck money bags, these places are shit, you slumming it these days?”

“I am, gotta wean off my dad eventually, figured life was starting over, why the hell not?” He leaned backwards over the rail looking up at Dynamite, he couldn’t see him well in the dim light. “Does yelling at him help?”

He paused for a moment at the change in subject. “Yeah, it does.”

“Good to know,” Shoto glanced away looking over the city, “I may try that sometime.”

“Fuck.”

“That Bakugou is the best use of that word that I will ever hear in my lifetime.” He didn’t reply, just stayed bowed over the railing staring at him.

“I jump rope at four in the morning.”

“Better not, I’ll bust down that stupid door and feed it to you for breakfast.”

“Cool, so what time you making that breakfast tomorrow then?”

“Making what?” Shoto’s brows snapped together, he saw Bakugou move slightly, his foot kicking the railing. “Oh, breakfast, I eat around seven,” he took a deep breath, “see you then?” Without waiting for his reply he went back into his apartment. Opening his fridge he didn’t have much food, not enough for breakfast. Grabbing his keys and wallet, Shoto let himself out and headed to the market.

Clenching his jaw Bakugou wasn’t sure why he’d said that, but seeing him there, lit up by the glow of the city, he wanted to see him, not just over the balcony, but see him talking, laughing, wait fuck, Icy Hot never laughed, Bakugou chuckled to himself. Tapping the railing with his hand, he thought back, fuck, Icy Hot did laugh, but only around him. He remembered all too clearly his face lit up, laughing at something Deku was carrying on about. He loved how Shoto looked in those moments, soft and happy. Dragging his lip through his teeth, Bakugou leaned on his hands, fuck, he’d never see him like that again, it was hard enough losing Deku, but that part of Shoto that he treasured, that only Deku could bring out, he’d miss that too. Pushing back, he growled, “you got me all fucking sappy damn nerd.” Going inside, he started his shower, he really fucking hoped he was listening to him.

Sleep is easy when your life isn’t a fucking nightmare, Bakugou took another swig of cold water standing at the open fridge door, he slammed it shut. Sitting at the tiny table in his kitchen, he downed more of the cold liquid, his eyes burning from lack of sleep. The nightmare was always the same, but then reality has a way of making things consistent. The moment when he’d lost sight of the nerd, that’s where the nightmare always started. The three of them had gone around flanking him for Endeavor, but he’d snuck back on them. The moment when Bakugou realized it was Deku by himself staring at All for One, his heart had wrenched, he wasn’t even sure if his scream had ever reached the greenette’s ears. The explosion had knocked them back almost five blocks, but that wasn’t what had destroyed the town that day. It was the void that erupted in the spot where the two had faced off, like a black hole settling down right on earth, pulling everything into its massive maw. Concrete, cars, lights, entire sections of pavement had sailed towards the now expanding black energy clinging to it like metal on a giant magnet. Standing stupidly looking at it, Bakugou would’ve been in the casket next to him, but Todoroki had grabbed him, encasing them in an icy fortress, that he’d fortified for almost fifteen minutes until the trembling subsided. Bakugou had released his fire, melting a hole, to run out, only to see a mountain of rubble. Endeavor had been able to take cover too, he was standing now at the top of the debris waving at them. Leaping up the shaky pile until he was next to him, they had begun the slow process of digging down to find the bottom.

Shoto sprinkled scallions, mushrooms and shaved cheese into the omelet, carefully tapping the edges. He watched the edges bubble. His phone was quiet. Shaking the pan slightly, he lifted the edge, letting the liquid slide underneath to continue cooking. Focusing he was able to keep the mounting frustration at bay, if he didn’t come, there wasn’t anything he could do, he’d eat the food himself. There was a knock at the door. “Finally,” he muttered. “It’s open!” He called over his shoulder, lifting another edge of the omelet. He heard the door slam shut as Bakugou came into his apartment.

The layout was the same as his own, his eyes quickly scanned the space. For someone that had just moved in, it looked immaculate, like he’d been living there his entire life. It was minimalist style, traditional furniture. He stopped, taking off his shoes quickly he ran back and put them by the door.

“Thanks,” Shoto looked pointedly at his socked feet.

“Sorry I forget sometimes living alone,” Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck, “smells good, what is it?”

“Omelets, nothing fancy.”

“Fuck, fancier than leftover rice.” Bakugou began looking through his cabinets for plates, finding what he needed, he set them next to Shoto. He looked in the fridge for something to drink. “Pouring anything stronger than this?” He shook the small container of juice.

“If you want alcohol, you can go home, I’m not contributing to your decision to slowly kill yourself.” Brows shooting up Katsuki stopped shaking the juice.

“Tell me how you really feel.” He snarled, stalking to the table slamming the juice carton down. He came back digging for glasses.

“There’s coffee too,” Shoto pointed to the coffeemaker.

“That’s what I fucking meant by the way.” Finding a coffee cup, he filled it up, leaning back on the kitchen counter he watched him make the omelets. “Do you really think I’m becoming a damn alcoholic or something?”

“No, sorry, I’m being sensitive, I think we’ve all been drinking more than usual, things are pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah, they sure the fuck are,” Bakugou took a sip of the hot coffee, it was good, better than the swill he bought. “Did Tenya invite you to the stupid job fair?”

“He did.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, he kicked Shoto in the ass gently, “and?”

“My dad wants me to work with him, so if I want some filler no-use job, I’ve got one.” Shoto plated the second omelet and handed it to him. “Let’s sit down.”

Sitting over the omelet Bakugou tried a small bite, “it’s good, not bad for a two toned brat,” he smiled at Shoto, his red and blue eyes not reacting to his jab. He shrugged, “so if you’re not working for your dad, what’re gonna do?”

“I’m putting in my application for one of the detective slots they’re making available to us.”

“Fuck them,” Bakugou’s fork clattered on the plate. “They yank our fucking pro-hero status and now you’re gonna go crawl on your knees like some slut after a few measly crumbs.”

Coughing, Shoto took a drink of his juice, swallowing hard. “Tell me how you really feel, asshole.” Katsuki sat staring down at his food. Shoto swirled his glass trying to think of what to say, how to explain, “look it sucks, I hate it as much as you do, but I’m not cut out for sitting in an office discussing finances with people, that’s my dad, not me.”

“So? Do something else then.”

Twisting his lips, Shoto tipped his head, “tell me then brilliant man, what are you going to do? Since you seem to have it all figured out.”

“I fucking don’t know,” leaning back, he glared at his plate.

“That omelet never did anything to you,” Shoto murmured softly, red eyes popped up surprised, he looked away again. “Katsuki, I don’t know about you, but I liked tracking down villains. I want to help, however I can,” Shoto leaned forward, “I wanna hunt down robbers, killers or whatever else comes my way. I wanna be part of the official police force.”

“No using your fucking quirk.”

“I know, that’ll be hard at first,” Shoto jutted out his chin, “but at least I’m willing to try, we have one year, two months already are gone, I gotta figure something out.” Taking another bite, he watched him fidget with his napkin. “Sero, Kirishima and Momo are all applying too.” Red eyes popped up again.

“Yeah? They are?”

“Yeah they are.”

“When’s the deadline?”

“Two weeks, if you get in they’ll promote you to detective right away, no bullshit street cop stuff, unless you want that.” Bakguou shrugged, twisting the napkin in his hand. Shoto let out a soft sigh, he looked like a little kid, sad and hurt. He wanted to hug him, tell him everything was going to be okay, but, this was Bakugou, the prickliest bastard out there, hugging him could hurt.

“I’ll fucking apply.”

“Don’t do it because of me, shit, do what you want.”

“I want to fucking apply,” Katsuki snapped.

“Okay, okay,” Shoto took another bite. “Are you going to the party?”

“What party?”

Shoto paused, “the invitation? Didn’t you get it? Momo sent it out last week. She and Tenya are hosting a celebration of life.”

“What the fuck for? He died four months ago.” Bakugou bristled, his knee started bouncing. “Why do we need to celebrate his life now?”

Poking his omelet with his fork Shoto gave him a tiny shrug, he could feel himself shutting down, the job, now this, why did he always have to be so difficult? “We didn’t really get a chance to do anything. Not just the group of us.”

“Yeah whatever,” pushing away his plate, Bakugou clicked his tongue, he thought about the fucking nerd everyday, bawling over some fucking pictures and memories with a bunch of extras was only gonna hurt worse. Fuck them. Crossing his arms, he clenched his muscles against the harsh pain rolling through his body, it was so sharp it felt physical. He’d make it through on his own, he always did.

Watching him, Shoto could see the defiance glinting in those red eyes, almost daring him. To do what? He knew what Midoriya would do, he’d go on nonsensically until Bakugou gave up and did whatever he wanted him to do. Shoto knew he could never be like Izuku, drawing a line in the sand with the blonde was necessary for him sometimes. But? Shoto looked at his stiff agitated posture, was he angry or hurting? What if he really did want to go? Tapping his fork against his plate, he took a deep breath. “All right then, I’m going. I would like you to go as well but I understand if you don’t.” The blonde grunted, his knee slowed to a stop.

“You’re gonna go?”

“I am,” He watched as Bakugou’s body relaxed, the tension flowing off him earlier dissipated, he sagged back into the chair, his eyes softened.

“You really want me to go too?”

“I do,” Shoto almost choked, the blonde’s voice was so soft, almost tender.

A small smile played across Katsuki’s face, he nodded, “Okay, it’ll be fucking hell, but I’ll go, for you.” Leaning forward he began eating his food in earnest, he was hungry suddenly. Shoto sat staring at him, he looked up, “what?”

“N-Nothing,” Shoto blinked, “wait, wait, you’re going because I want you to go?” He needed to make sure he understood.

“Yeah,” he took another big bite, “this is fucking good by the way.”

“Thanks,” Shoto sat back and watched him eat, he started laughing. His blonde head jerked up. Shoto laughed harder, he wiped his bi-colored eyes with his napkin, giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Why’re you laughing?” Katsuki was stunned, had he just made Shoto laugh? It was that face, the one he’d thought about last night, his features soft, his eyes half-closed in laughter, tears clinging to his lashes. His cheeks were even slightly red, a soft blush staining them. A rush of desire clogged his mind, he looked at his food blankly.

“I - I don’t know, because, because you’re going.” Shoto sighed, laughing softly, he finally stopped. “Because in a million years you wouldn't have gone with me in the past.”

“I would’ve,” Katsuki mumbled, “you just never asked.”

“Then that’s why I’m laughing,” Shoto smiled more broadly, “I would’ve never asked but instead told you to go fuck yourself.”

“Yeah, you sure would” looking up, his heart stopped at the beautiful smile cutting across Shoto’s face. His eyes darted back down, “why not now?”

“I -I’m not sure Bakugou,” a tingling swept through his body, did he know? Looking at him across from his table, he felt a serene calm, ready to conquer the world outside his door. He missed him, he missed Midoriya too, but if he was being honest, and why the fuck not at this point, how could life get worse? He really missed the blonde, the last four months had been absolute hell. Looking around the little apartment, he wondered what had caused him to take this place, it was a shit hole. Was it chance? Luck? Shaking his head, he picked up his empty plate. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re going,” he grabbed the blonde’s now empty plate, taking everything to the kitchen.

“Thanks, I better run, I gotta meet my hag later today to go over some stuff.”

“The application?”

“Yeah, I’ll do that too.” Katsuki headed down the hall to the door. “Shoto?”

“What?” He turned, the hair on his neck standing up at the sound of his given name spoken so gently from him.

“Thanks for breakfast, I’m glad you’re my new neighbor, it’s been a while.”

“It has,” Shoto smiled, “of course, you’ll change your tune on that soon.”

“Why?”

“Looks like you’ve been laying off the gym, part of the application process is a fitness test,” Shoto nodded towards his small beer belly. “Gonna need to start working out. I’ll come get your ass starting tomorrow at 6am.”

“Fuck that,” Katsuki opened the door slamming it behind him. Shoto laughed to himself as he finished up the dishes. He really had missed him.

Standing at a table by the bar, Shoto had watched the group trickling in slowly, hugs and tears already started. The rule had been no black, so he’d gone with gray trousers and a snug button up dark blue shirt. Kirishima waved at him as he headed to his table.

“Shoto, good to see you.” He thumped him heavily on the back. Turning he ordered a drink at the bar and joined him again. “Is he coming?”

“He said he would.” Kirishima sipped his drink, surveying the group. Momo and Tenya were working on connecting to a large screen. Suddenly a picture of Izuku flashed up, in his training outfit, he was laughing at someone off camera. “Fuck,” Kiri downed his drink, he rattled the ice looking at the table. “Fuck.”

Clearing his throat Shoto nodded, he managed to keep his bi-colored gaze on the picture of his friend though. The rush of emotion made him hot, his skin prickly and uncomfortable, like wearing itchy fabric. He took a sip of his cold drink. Izuku looked happy, he always did and he was, then the switch would be flipped and he went from best friend to holder of One for All, that's what made him special.

“Hey guys,” Momo had a small microphone, “wanna keep this informal, so how about everyone cuddle up here, we’ll say some stuff, keep it light and then afterward, we can go to dinner, drinks, or dancing,” she forced a smile, someone laughed quietly. “Well we’ll do something.”

“Shall we?” Kiri motioned to the area where they had set up chairs, Shoto followed him. The door opened and Uraraka stepped through, Shoto did a double take.

“Ochako?” She looked at him, her eyes were puffy, so much so he could barely see her pupils. Her skin was sallow, pasty white, her hair pulled back in a clumsy braid. She walked blindly to him as she stared at the huge picture of Midoriya.

“Shoto,” her voice sounded lifeless.

Putting his arm around her, he guided her to a group of chairs. Mina jumped up and sat on the other side of her holding her hand. Tsuyu sat behind her, hand on her shoulder.

“So,” Momo continued, her voice shaky, “we wanted to remember the good stuff today, talk about the man we knew as a boy, and then a pro-hero.” A quiet had settled on the group, the door opened with a loud bang, Katsuki walked through, he was dressed in black from head to toe.

“You start already?” He strode into the room, his eyes landing on Shoto, arm around Uraraka. He made his way to him, sitting down, he patted his thigh, “sorry I’m late.”

Staring at his hand on his thigh, Shoto whispered, “it’s okay, we just started.” He could see he’d spotted the huge picture, his body jerked visibly but he stayed quiet, unmoving. Shoto noticed he held a small bag.

One by one everyone talked about funny stories they’d had with Izuku, mostly about him getting into scrapes, but always about his friendship. Even Ochako had shaken off her stupor to talk, Shoto and Kiri after her. As the stories finally lost steam, a few eyes glanced at Bakugou, he’d remained motionless the entire time, Shoto wasn’t even sure he was listening.

“You’ll done?” His voice gruff, he looked around the group.

“Uh, sure I guess,” Tenya walked over with the microphone.

“I don’t need that shit.” Standing up he walked to a nearby table. “You know I grew up with Midoriya, could say we’ve been friends for a long time, that is when I wanted to be his friend, he was always my friend though.” He cleared his throat. “Cleaning out his shit I came across these things.” He pulled out a figurine of All Might and his notebook, he set them on the table. “You could say this encompasses him in some way, his obsession for All Might and heroes, the drive to be the best. Difference was he did it because that was what he had to do, right?” Bakugou picked up the figurine, “I did it to be the best, better than all you fucking extras.” He looked up, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “What I realized, too fucking late, was it wasn’t a damn competition or a right, ya know?” He shook his head, “to put on that suit everyday was a fucking privelege to him. His obsession was to better this world by taking down All for One and villains that abused their powers.” He put everything back in the bag carefully. “So his mission was completed, his life dream fulfilled. I might fucking miss the damn nerd, but he did what he wanted to do and let’s face it.” He gazed at everyone in the room. “Every single fucking one of us would’ve happily stood in his place. We would’ve given our lives to do the same thing and been fucking smiling while we did it, so that’s all I hang on to,” wrapping up the bag he shoved it under his arm, running his hand through his blonde spikes. “Izuku was fucking smiling when he killed him.” He quickly moved through the small group of chairs and walked back out the door.

“Shit,” Shoto bounced to his feet and ran after him. He could see his big body lumbering through the restaurant they had chosen. Winding through the tables he pushed open the door to the street. “Katsuki!” He turned. Shoto caught up to him, he grabbed his hand. Words disappeared from his mind, he stood looking at him.

“Yeah?” Watching red and blue eyes dart back and forth scrutinizing his face, he stayed still.

“I.” Shoto clamped his mouth shut. The blonde didn’t move, the flow of people on the sidewalk parted around them.

“Okay, come on.” Katsuki closed his hand around his and began walking. Shoto didn’t even look where, he just stumbled along one foot after the next, Bakugou’s words pounding in his ears. Before he knew it they were in front of their building. He was leading him into their lobby, pulling him up the stairs. He stopped at his floor and walked quickly to his apartment, unlocking the door. He yanked Shoto in behind him, turning as he flew through the door, he wrapped up his waist and slammed him against the wall, arms caging him there. He covered his mouth in a kiss, demanding and powerful.

Shoto’s heart had started pounding once he realized where they were going, he grabbed him with his other hand but kept following. Once in the apartment he was on him, pressing him into the wall, his mouth on him, his tongue pushing its way into his, hot and insistent. Shoto let go, the mind numbing sadness melted away finally, the rage of desire building in his body took over. Grabbing his ass, he pushed him against his now rigid cock, he could feel Bakugou was erect too, the sensation of his hard flesh even through their pants almost dropped him to his knees.

“Fuck,” Bakugou manuevered him off the wall not breaking the kiss, he pushed him into his bedroom. His fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it free from his trousers. Tugging it down off of his shoulder roughly, he dropped his mouth to his chest, sucking on his soft pink nipple. He heard Shoto gasp, his fingers driving deep into his shoulders. Hitting the bed, he laid him down, not stopping his sucking and biting, loving how his nipple hardened under his attention. He felt Shoto’s fingers grasping at his shirt, standing up he pulled it off, unbuckling his pants he let them fall to the floor. Smiling, he slowly unbuckled Shoto’s gray trousers, not breaking eye contact, enjoying the look of lust that flashed in his gorgeous eyes, he unzipped his pants with his teeth. Kneeling before him, Bakugou freed his hard cock from his underwear, he wrapped it’s silky length in his hand.

“Katsuki,” Shoto let out a strangled cry, his body spasming as his muscles clenched. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good,” with that he took his dick into his mouth and licked, running his tongue along the tip, flattening his rough taste bugs against his sensitive skin, he traced a vein as he moved down his entire length. He stopped briefly, his grunt of pleasure turning into a hum as he felt Shoto’s cock surge from the vibrations coming up from his chest. He bobbed his head, sucking, moving up and down his shaft, pushing deep one last time until his lips nestled at the base.

“Ka, Ka,” A blinding jolt ripped through Shoto’s body as he felt the tip of his cock enter the back of the blonde’s throat, the ridges squeezing him, the orgasm ready to release held back. Shoto blinked, he wanted to cum, his toes curled, “fuck,” he heard him chuckle and squeeze the tip of his dick harder in his throat. “I wanna cum, fuck.” Cheeks pulling in against his jaw, Katsuki pulled back in one long sucking motion, milking the orgasm from his body. Bucking into his mouth, the powerful release shook him, he shuddered, crying out, the blonde suckled him through the waves of cum. Finally able to open his eyes, he put his hands on either side of his face, those red eyes piercing. “Fuck, Kat -” The blonde cut him off with a kiss.

“Taste yourself.”

Katsuki’s tongue swept into his mouth roughly again, Shoto could taste his own tangy seed, his mind blanked again, he could feel another rage of desire roll through him. Digging into the blonde’s arms he dragged them both up on the bed, his hand already shoving at Katsuki’s underwear, releasing his dripping wet cock. He teased the tip with his thumb, smearing his cum across the top. Shoto pulled from the harsh kiss, he could feel his lips were raw, they’d be swollen tomorrow. “Tell me you have fucking lube.” Katsuki nodded, pulling open a small drawer, he pulled out a jar. He sat up, letting him continue to spread his precum around his dick.

“What do you want?”

“Ah, shit, didn’t think about that, are you any good at hitting the prostate?”

“Let me find it with my fingers and my dick will never miss. You?”

Shoto chuckled, “me too.” He stared into those red velvety eyes. The blonde leaned over his body.

Running his hand up Shoto’s muscled abs, Katsuki followed with a kiss, licking his skin, he nipped it gently. “I wanna fuck you, but if you want to go first,” his voice trailed off as he licked up to his chest, sucking his other nipple.

“You sucked me dry asshole, so I’m not fucking hard,” Shoto closed his eyes feeling his mouth tugging painfully on his bud, he could feel himself getting hard again, fuck, not hard enough though. Digging his fingers into his blonde spikes, he dragged him up to his face. A small smirk as he bit the blonde’s lip. “If you don’t make me come again from my ass, then I’m gonna show you how it’s done.” Katsuki grunted, a cocky smile on his face, he opened the jar and held it out to him. “Gonna make me do all the work?”

“No, make sure it's cool, I know some people can have allergic reactions to this shit sometimes.”

“Oh,” Shoto looked at the jar, “use that myself, we’re good, got a condom?”

Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a box, “looks like we’re about the same size,” Katsuki held his dick against Shoto’s half-erect shaft.

“You got a nice thick one,” Shoto ran his fingers up his sensitive shaft, “fuck, that gonna fit in me?”

“When I’m done it will,” sliding his fingers through the lube, he slipped down between his ass cheeks, his fingers pressing on his taint, he found his hole, tapping firmly, he began to push in, circling his finger, he latched his mouth back on to his nipple. Shoto’s fingers digging into his scalp, he pushed his finger in slowly. Hooking his fingertip, Katsuki searched for his spot, getting him used to having something in his ass. Finding the small hard area, he massaged it with the pad of his finger, Shoto clenched down hard. “Found it,” Katsuki laughed, licked his reddened nipple, biting his flesh.

“Ah, fuck, you gotta bite?”

“I do,” he bit him again. Katsuki moved to the other nipple and bit him, Shoto jumped under his arms, ass clenching. Pushing in a second finger, he heard Shoto suck in his breath and groan. “Okay?” He looked up at him, shit, his dick twitched, he was flushed red, both eyes blazing, his mouth working open and closed. He scissored his fingers, stretching, adding more lube as he stroked his hard nub. Lubing his thumb, he pressed it firmly on his taint.

“Stroke me,” Shoto reached for his now hard cock, the blonde smacked his hand. “What the hell?”

“You said I have to make you cum from your ass, no cheating.” He bent back over his nipple, grinding his flesh between his teeth.

“FUCK! Shit, damn, that hurts!” Shoto twisted his torso away from his mouth.

“Yeah, but I got three fingers in you now.”

The fucker did, the sharp pain as he stretched him was washing away as his finger didn’t stop stroking his prostate, the familiar warmth filled his muscles, the tingling sensation building like thin layers one on top of the other. “More, this shit isn’t working. Fuck me already.” His fingers were sending him into his high too slow for his taste.

“Put on my condom,” not taking out his fingers, he thrust his hips toward him. Shoto reached for the box, pulling it open, he ripped the top off one package, expertly sliding it over the tip and down his shaft. “Ah, fuck, your fingers feel good.” Katsuki enjoyed the feeling of his hands, “are you fucking using your quirk Icy Hot?” His dick felt warm on one side and cold on the other. Shoto smirked at him. “Do you realize where my fingers are right now? You wanna go there?” Shoto’s eyes widened for a moment.

“I can take it.” He laughed as Katsuki’s brows shot up, surprise registering in his eyes. A warmth began to flood his ass, hotter than what had pushed through him earlier. He shifted, everything was getting hotter, “oh shit.”

Twisting his fingers Katsuki pushed hard against his prostate, firing his quirk very lightly. He watched as Shoto’s face contorted, his moans belying the pain evident in his eyes. Katsuki stopped.

“Don’t, don’t stop, fuck, do that again.” Shoto fisted the sheets in his hands, the warmth kicked back up, he rubbed and bucked, the searing heat making him sweat, fuck, the pain was almost intolerable but that sweet feeling on his prostate battled for attention. His hand disappeared from his ass. “What - fuck, I’m close.”

“I’ll fuck you to orgasm, no quirk needed.” Katsuki lined himself up and thrust hard into him. He liked it a little rough, he’d be happy to do that for him.

The pain shot through him, his hair lifting from his scalp, Shoto wailed out as the blonde pulled back and rammed into his spot, his ass flared like a volcano, the heat from his own body now washing through him, Katsuki’s thick cock filling him, pounding into him, setting off eruptions as his muscles clenched and trembled. “Kat, Kat, Kat.”

“Sho,” he breathed in response, sweat dripping from his face as he dug his fingers deep into his thighs pushing him up and back, his dick sliding up and in, angling over and over into his prostate. “Gonna go deep,” this time he rammed in balls to his ass. He ground his hips against him, relishing in the tightness of his warmth, the muscles fluttering around him, sucking on him. “You are so fucking tight, suck me Sho, suck my cock, pull me in.”

“Deep, Kat, too deep,” Shoto arched his back but that only drove the blonde’s fucking huge cock deeper into his body, “fuck!” He seethed through gritted teeth. The blonde began to roll his hips, moving sideways, up and down. His hands found his nipples, leaving his legs perched on his shoulders, he twisted and pinched the buds hard, they started burning. “Oh, crap,” Shoto blinked, a new wave of warmth filled his ass, the pain from his chest setting off new surging spasms. “I, fuck, I’m cumming.” The release hit him like a two ton truck, his hands grabbing at the bed frame behind him, he smelled burned wood, his eyes rolling back, he screamed.

Campfire, Shoto stirred dreaming, he dreamt he was sitting at a campfire, his eyes opened slowly. He was on a pillow, looking around he didn’t recognize the room.

“You awake?”

“Oh, shit,” Shoto turned to see Bakuogu sitting naked next to him, a bottle of water in his hand.

“What happened?”

“You fucking came so hard you almost took my dick off,” he smiled at those half lidded bi-colored eyes, he looked so fucked out Katsuki knew he’d get hard again if he sat and stared at him too long. “You burned down my bed too but thankfully put it out at the same time.” Katsuki looked at his now scorched headboard, a black mark going up the wall.

Shoto spun to look at his bed, the campfire, that was the smell. “Never done that before,” he mused. Katsuki leaned over him, kissing his lips tenderly.

“Then you’ve never been fucked right until today.”

[raisinghellonstarbug]

OK so I just wished to express this because I don't do it very often but feel the need to right now, even though it's actually hard to do so and put into words so I'll do my best, hopefully without sounding too disgustingly fan girly...

Basically Sam Fender is someone who despite being from a whole different part of England to me, is someone who as a person alongside his music, I could not relate to anymore to than I already do.

I have had the privilege of being able to express my adoration a little and was shocked when he responded to me over Instagram last year, but man I don't think he would even know the half of it if I could actually tell him all of it in person.

I just know I would find it difficult, I would stutter because of nerves and he would probably find it too overwhelming and somehow I would probably make him feel uncomfortable because I am good at that, and I think there's a reason I haven't met my absolute favourite actors/musicians for this very reason 🤣🤣 but yeah I would struggle for probably an hour or two before I would eventually calm down and be able to chat to him like an actual fucking normal person!

So instead I am letting it out to this tumblr void and letting it be here for just my thoughts and for anyone who might be slightly interested.

Sam Fender is like a mind reader. Like he really feels like he knows my life for real. I mean similarities are definitely there where my parents struggled financially when I was a child. I had an estranged relationship with my dad for years despite choosing to live with him when I was 10. My mum walked out on us and I was broken for years. I got bullied at school for years as well and although it's called "Dead Boys", I was nearly a Dead Girl that couldn't be explained, except I just wanted to die at 17.

Seventeen Going Under was really the hitting point for me. I really was 17 and going under in life. I was a mess. And then Spit of You made me bawl my eyes out when I first heard it because those lyrics alongside the music video was just pure dynamite for me, like everything that I wish I could express, but he has done it better than me.

I've considered the music route and have been told I am a good singer and a good writer, but damn, did I struggle to keep myself motivated to teach myself guitar. I did ok but then kind of gave up on it because I didn't think I could get very far.. I was watching my dad have mental breakdowns almost everyday which clouded my motivations. I still consider sometimes whether I try and pick it up again and play at an open mic night. One day I might. The closest I have come as of late so far is on karaoke nights working at the pub and only then do I sing my heart out besides at home 😄

His political views are a part of it too. Our political system is fucked and he expresses that brilliantly too with Long Way Off and Aye. I mean Hypersonic Missiles and White Privilege as well but they're more worldwide explanations. The left (Labour) and right (Conservatives) don't appeal to me either way. We need a whole revamp.

Basically this fella from North Shields is like a gift to me and to many others. I just wish he could know this without me sounding like a creepy fucker. He's just awesome in general really and I guarantee that if I wasn’t so awkward with celebrities and could actually keep my cool when I usually can, I would happily have a good old chinwag with him, just talk about life and have a few bevvies.

I mean hell, the actual dream would be to duet a song with him ❤ he would play guitar and I would sing. It's not expected though and seems like such a long shot to ever actually happen, and while I saw him perform at Ally Pally in London in November 2021, I did not get lucky in catching him after the gig. Maybe one day I will but then he would probably be super famous by then. He definitely deserves all the attention anyway!

So yeah. That was what I was thinking about this morning of all things 😅

I love you Sam Fender, even though you have no idea who I am.

Peace,

Luna x

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Prelude Chapter 15

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Valentina was not having a fun time traveling to the Iron City. All she wanted to do was deliver Blood-Wraith’s weapon to him. What she did not want was a construct from her enemy’s army pursuing her. Having had enough of the monstrous serpent, she got out her great lance and charged right into it. The speed granted by being in flight caused the foul serpent to explode violently. It sounded like a great amount of dynamite going off and shook the area. Naturally she felt bad as she most likely woke someone up early given that it was morning in the Iron City.

“Wait a second… why is he over there and not in the tower?” Valentina wondered.

Blood-Wraith was sitting there in his bed, trying to process what had just happened. He then heard the doorbell go off. “Okay… I’m coming” he muttered. Upon heading downstairs and opening the door, he was greeted by a familiar face. “Valentina?”

“Hello, Blood-Wraith. May I come in?” She looked a little frazzled.

“Sure” he said with a yawn.

“Is this your house?” Valentina asked as she ducked under the doorway.

“Not yet. I need approval from King Englehart. Kresimira sent out the letter yesterday.”

Valentina noticed things were not fully settled in yet. “Did you just move in?”

“Yup. I was out wandering when I saw Corentin clearing this place out. Apparently it belonged to some jerk called Milosh…”

Dragoslava stumbled into the doorway. “Blood!? I heard an explosion! Are you alright?” 

“Oh I’m sorry, sweetie, that was me,” Valentina admitted. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, just had a little trouble getting here…” 

Dragoslava took a second to process what was going on. “Hey, Val! Good to see you again. Also, Blood? You forgot your mask.”

Blood-Wraith inspected his face. “Shoot!”

“Goodness,” Valentina said with a chuckle. “I didn’t think you had so many eyes, Blood.”

He was about to get his mask, but decided against it. “Eh, it doesn’t matter around the house…” Blood-Wraith then indicated for everyone to sit down. “Oh, Val? The seer from Fire World says hi.”

“He does? Um, okay then…”

“So what’s up, Val?” Dragoslava asked.

“Blood-Wraith’s weapon is done. Yours on the other hand is taking longer for some reason.”

“Really? Why?”

Valentina shrugged. “My Blacksmith friend is being weird again. He may know something we don’t.”

“Well that’s ominous given last night’s dream…” Dragoslava remarked.

Blood-Wraith was concerned by this. “Oh? Well put a pin in that for later, sister. I want to know what happened, but first weapon, haha!” He was very excited.

“Alright then.” Valentina reached into her left wing and pulled out a staff. It looked like wood yet had a metallic texture to it. “This is called Voidborne. It’s a sword staff.” She then handed it to him.

The staff was warm to the touch and ended in a sort of cross-like shape. “Okay… where’s the sword part?”

“Focus on the idea of the blade and call its name. You can do this silently or aloud.”

Blood-Wraith thought about what the blade could be. The idea of a huge, triangular sword popped into his head. It was crystalline, starting at the top of the cross and ending in a point. “Voidborne?” And just like that, the blade appeared, gleaming in the morning light.

“Oh my goodness, that’s pretty!” Dragoslava complimented.

“That’s Heaven’s blacksmiths for you” Valentina proudly stated. “Now Blood, this weapon will teach you how to use it. It will be up to you to master it, however.”

“I see.” Blood-Wraith focused again and dispelled the blade. It left behind sparkles that quickly faded. “Can it do other stuff?”

Valentina nodded. “Aside from the things like a walking stick, climbing, or pushing boats, it can also be used to cast magic.”

“Fascinating…” Blood-Wraith then noticed that the ground was slightly shaking. Figuring who it was, he went outside with the others following.

Standing before everyone was Leif with Desislav atop his back. “Hey, Sleepyheads! Leif says a new location just popped up, haha!”

“Really? Where?” Dragoslava was trying to figure out what it was.

Leif elaborated. “It’s a planet I spotted while we were at Cyclone World. Obviously we couldn’t go there back then because one: You were all getting tired, two: Blood-Wraith was dealing with his new power, and three: It was very far away. Currently it is in our vicinity. If we move now, it will stay close by.”

Dragoslava was game, and so Blood-Wraith. The two went to go clean themselves up and get ready. This allowed Valentina to chat with Leif and Desislav for a little bit. Blood-Wraith retrieved his mask, brushed his teeth, and was back out the door. Dragoslava returned with her trench coat and backpack. With everybody ready to go, Leif bid farewell to Valentina and took off. Since she had time to spare, the dark angel headed for the tower. She wanted to see how the others were doing.

The group flew past Cyclone World, still stormy as ever. The new planetoid could be spotted off in the distance. Looking through a telescope showed a somewhat normal looking planet. Getting closer revealed it was rocky and possibly devoid of most plant life. Leif seemed very eager to get there, flying very fast this time around. Entering the planet’s atmosphere showed that it was an arid planet with blue skies. Once on the ground, everyone hopped off of Leif and began checking out their surroundings.

“Huh… this feels a lot like Earth,” Desislav remarked.

Dragoslava was already collecting some rocks. “Very dusty… good. You guys realize some of the mud puddles on Cyclone World were pretty deep, right? That was annoying.”

Desislav chuckled. “Then you’d hate some of the bogs I’ve had to wade through back on Earth. Hip deep mud isn’t fun.”

Leif spoke up. “Everyone? I’m going to go off on my own to look for something. Call out to me if you need any help” He then took off.

Blood-Wraith watched him fly off. “Well I guess we’re on our own… Hey, sister? Why didn’t you use the biplane to get to Fire World? This has been on my mind for a bit.”

The three began walking. “Well you see the thing is that that plane wasn't built for space travel, on top of the fact that it was in need of repair. I could modify it to do so, but I don’t have that level of expertise yet” Dragoslava answered.

“I can see something like that being very involved, especially with Unlight physics” Desislav observed.

Dragoslava then picked up another rock. “Plus I don’t know what a planet is like until we get there, so God only knows if the plane could handle landing there. I much prefer people like Leif or Stolon, that demon I summoned initially.” 

That explanation satisfied Blood-Wraith’s curiosity. Of course that made him wonder what a spacefaring biplane would look like. Shifting his focus back to his surroundings, he saw many towering rock formations. They also passed by strange cacti and bush-like plants. Fauna came in the form of arachnids, insects, and skittering reptiles. Despite how dusty everything was, all looked fairly peaceful. The rocks and stones were also interesting and seemed like they were unique to the planet. All of this was causing Dragoslava to burn through her note pages.

“Do you guys hear something?” she asked.

“Hmm…” Desislav looked around, spotting a group approaching them. “That would be a yes.”

The group in question were what looked to be people made of rocks of varying shapes and sizes. One with a decorated staff stepped forward. “Hail, travelers. The name’s Chief Fire Rock. Welcome to our planet. I presume you all are also from the Unlight?”

“Yes we are!” Dragoslava was relieved once again that she did not have to hide any information. “Hi, I’m Dragoslava Raynot.”

“...I’m Desislav Robles.”

“...And I’m Blood-Wraith Raynot.”

Fire Rock was interested in Blood-Wraith in particular. “If you truly are who you say you are, a good friend of our people said you would arrive on this fine day. Come, follow us.”

The Rock People led the trio back to their village. It was carved into the side of a giant rock formation and looked very rustic. Villagers bustled about, busy with their day to day tasks. It legitimately reminded Blood-Wraith and Dragoslava of their visit to Fire World. Something that was very obvious was that the Rock People were artisans. Gorgeous pottery, sculptures, and carvings were everywhere. This work could also be seen in the buildings which were decorated with intricate patterns. The craftsmanship reminded Desislav of the mountain dwarves back home on his Earth, giving him a very nostalgic feeling.

Fire Rock brought the trio to his home and went to fetch his friend. “Alright, I brought the travelers. Are they the ones you know?”

“Seer?! You again?” Blood-Wraith exclaimed.

The Seer laughed. “Blood-Wraith, you spoiled the surprise. Good to see you again!”

“So this is the seer you’ve been talking about, Blood?” Dragoslava asked.

“Indeed I am and it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Raynot” The Seer answered as they shook her hand. “And you too, Mr. Robles.”

Desislav was noticing some odd quirks about the seer, with his senses. “You seem to have impeccable timing, even for someone of your stature.”

“I go wherever fate commands, haha. Now Blood-Wraith, I see you got your weapon. I wasn’t too sure what weapon type to initially go with…”

“It seems fine so far. It’s very beautiful and… Hey, what was that last bit?” Blood-Wraith was caught off guard.

“Oh nothing, nothing…”

Desislav caught that slip up. “Intriguing…” He muttered to himself.

“Ahem, as you can see Fire Rock, I was right. There are indeed lands beyond Earth World” The Seer pointed out.

Fire Rock looked as if he had just lost a bet and sighed. “Alright, Seer. You were right.”

Blood-Wraith nodded. “Hey, Seer? How… Why did you come here? Aside from personal reasons?” 

“Your visit inspired me to do some traveling. To be fair, I had been already doing that with my shop in the Market District.”

“A shop? Market District you say?” Fire Rock noticed.

The Seer clapped his hands. “Absolutely. The Market District is the epicenter of trade in the Unlight. If you want to meet new people and cultures, that is a very good place to start.”

“Careful, it can get very chaotic at times” Dragoslava cautioned.

Fire Rock laughed. “Don’t worry, lass. My people and I are very hardy. We can handle whatever ruckus comes our way.”

“Oh, guys: Leif will be coming back in a couple of minutes” The Seer stated.

Desislav looked out the window. “He found what he was looking for?”

“Indeed. It’s a map that will be very useful for all of you…”

While the seer elucidated Fire Rock and the group, Leif was booking it to the village. Earth World had a map that could locate the Metal Oasis and even areas in the Deep Unlight. These maps were incredibly difficult to locate, but fortune had smiled upon them. The villagers were startled by Leif’s mighty presence as he landed. He carefully made his way to the chief’s home and called out to his friends. They needed to get moving.

“Come on, guys! We need to get in gear and motor!” Tyrant called out.

“Aright, we’re coming” Dragoslava said as she exited with the other two.

“Is it that dire, Leif?” Blood-Wraith asked as he sat down on his back.

“Yes, The Lich is on the move!” Leif kicked off the ground with his wings and soared as fast as he could.

Fire Rock was astounded. “Great Rock Spirits, I didn’t even get a chance to bless their journey…”

“The Dragon of Old isn’t playing around” The Seer remarked. “His brother is committing a truly blasphemous transgression. The Lich’s arrogance is the last thing my universe needs right now…”

“Your universe?”

“Blast, I said too much, ha. Don’t worry my friend, all will be revealed in due time.”

Fire Rock shrugged. “Well since there’s nothing else we can do, how about you show me more of the Unlight through that divine crystal of yours?”

“I would be happy to, Fire Rock. Let’s get the incense ready. Did you know it took forever for me to get that crystal? Those ones are incredibly rare…”

Next: Chapter 16

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[tteokdoroki]

saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining  your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you.  “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you.  his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell,  h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor  and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release  deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!”  you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass.  “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole—  screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field�� he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and  that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

bonus:

“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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Maxwell Jacob Friedman

OC Used: None Prompt Used: Wearing your partner’s hoodie on a cold morning Word Count: 512

I woke up to the sound of Max’s alarm on his phone. I let out a groan and bury myself deeper into the covers as I felt a cold breeze go over my body. Max had left the window open last night because I usually kept it warm in the bedroom because I always got cold. Max turned off his alarm before wrapping his arms around my naked torso, pulling me closer to him. I sighed in content as I felt the warmth of his body. 

“Baby, you know we have to get up so that we can get ready to head to the airport.” I said, still half asleep.

“I know, sweetheart,” Max said, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “I just wanted to cuddle a little bit longer.”

I nodded and we laid there a little bit longer before I felt Max let go of me and get up out of bed. I shivered as I felt his body heat leave. I hear Max start the shower, and I pull the comforter closer to me trying to warm back up.

Right as I was starting to drift back to sleep, I felt the comforter being removed and I felt myself being lifted off the bed. I open my eyes a little bit to see Max carrying me bridal style into the bathroom. He has the small space heater on so that it isn’t so cold in there. He sets me down gently and kisses my forehead.

“I turned the water up to the hottest it can get since I know you like your hot showers. I’ll grab you some clothes while you shower.” Max said, before leaving the bathroom. 

I climbed into the shower and stood under the hot water, trying to warm myself back up. Once I was finished with my shower, I shut the water off and grabbed my towel and secured it around me. When I stepped out, I noticed a pile of clothes sitting on the sink for me. I smiled and walked over, seeing a note as well.

Here are some nice warm clothes, baby. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast, and I’ll have the fireplace started. Love, Max

I set the note down and saw that Max had brought in a pair of sweatpants, my favorite pair of fuzzy socks, and one of Max’s hoodies from college. I quickly got dressed and towel dried my hair before heading downstairs.

When I entered the kitchen, Max was frying up some bacon. The fireplace in the living room was on, and was slowly starting to warm up the house. Piper was curled up right in front of the fireplace, no doubt trying to get warm, too. I took a seat at the island, and soon Max was finished with breakfast. He placed my plate in front of me along with a cup of coffee. He sat down beside me with a plate of his own and we both ate breakfast before collecting our bags and heading towards the airport so that we could head off to Dynamite.

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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story when y/n is the crazy one and kidnaps Bakugo. Tysm ! -meena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, cursing, mental illness, blood, abuse, drugs, etc.

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A/N: Hmm this is a different turn of events. I love it 👀 I hope you enjoyed anon! I went a little wild with this one.

Words: 2.2k

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“Dear Katsuki,

I watched you save a civilian on television today. I know it’s your job and all, but you did not have to save her. Her life is not as important as mine. Do you not cherish what we have? Am I just a nobody to you? This is my 103rd letter to you and still no response. I know your address did not change so do not give me that pathetic excuse, Katsuki Bakugo. Surely, you must remember we are soulmates. We are one. How dare you fucking forget me? I had to rip all of my posters down in a fit of rage. You know how angry that makes me, baby, but it will all be okay, because you are coming home to me. We will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

You burst into a fit of giggles as you kick your bare feet back and forth on his bed. You wrote in black ink and covered the paper in orange hearts since it is the pro-hero’s favorite color. You could not help but leave precious lipstick kisses on the page. Something you always do in your love letters to Katsuki. The posters in your house are covered in them. Katsuki’s beautiful face is just so kissable. You cannot wait to do it tonight.

All you can think about is Katsuki. That is all your day consists of. Your clothing is all his merchandise and his favorite colors. You spend hours upon hours watching interviews, videos, surveillance footage of the hero. When he is out on patrol, you do your best to hide in areas so you can see the hero up close and personal. Your face just beams with joy at the mere glance of him.

You did your best to meet him several times. Any disaster there was to be had, you put on your nicest attire, do your make-up just how you think he likes, and have your hair freshly done. No better way to greet your significant other after hero work than looking like a beauty pageant queen.

Sadly, all your attempts were failures. Katsuki did not even give you the time of day. He is way too focused on beating the villains to a pulp. You did admire this about him, but your own selfish desires created hatred in you. He should be paying attention to you. Not those pesky villains.

Katsuki is sure to receive forty-five letters addressing the issue. All that he will never even skim over. This is only adding fuel to the fire.

The posters that hang in every single room in your apartment are ripped to shreds. Pools of tears covered your orbs, smudging all of your makeup. You climbed onto your black sofa, taking your left high heel and breaking the glass photo of Katsuki hanging there. Shards of glass sprinkle the couch and hardwood floor below. You don't even care for the pieces that collected into your skin. You will worry about that later.

“Fuck you, Katsuki!” You sobbed, ripping his face with your teeth and spitting out the saliva covered photo onto the litter filled floor.

“Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite saves another civilians life yet again, taking down another member of the league of villains who was terrorizing the victim.”

The news anchor’s words fell on deaf ears as you went to the television screen. You are captivated by your significant other’s beauty on the tv. Blood leaked from your freshly manicured hands. They are painted orange and black as always.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you sighed with a smile, tracing a heart around his face with your leaking blood, “we will be together soon. I promise, baby. I’ll take you away from this sick, cruel world so we can live happily ever after.”

You were serious that day. You planned it on your calendar. The countdown began on the night you are going to be one with Katsuki. A day you knew you both looked forward to.

“Dear Katsuki,

Did you miss me? I know I missed you. I even stamped this letter in my blood so you can have my DNA to mix with yours. I can’t wait to procreate with you. We will make such wonderful babies, don’t ya think? They will be so beautiful like you. I will be such an excellent mother. No woman can be a great wife to you like I can. Do you understand me?”

You had to pause writing as your blood started to boil at the thought. Your pen is already creating a huge ink spot from the anger consuming your hands. Small growls escaped your parted lips as you began to growl.

“If I can’t have you, no one can, Katsuki Bakugo. I am your one true love. You're one and only. And I’ll make sure that day comes. Just a few more days, baby, and we will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

The day finally came. You knew Katsuki’s schedule by heart. You loved watching him do his morning routines with the security cameras you placed in his home. The poor male never even thought to check. Such a mistake on his part. It only confirmed he needed protection from the world. Only you can provide that. Sure, you may be quirkless, but no one knows Katsuki like you do. No one can love him like you. He knows this. He has to.

You drew a luke-warm bubble bath with nice lit candles, rose pedals, a few drops of your blood, and some freshly made desserts for you both to enjoy while you catch up. You are even so kind enough to fetch him a beer or two so he can relax. You know how he enjoys his alcoholic beverages after a long day of hero work.

You rested on his bed. The natural caramel scent engulfed your nostrils as you wrote letters into your notebook once more. Even when you two are officially together forever, you still love to write out your thoughts. You know he enjoys them as well.

Hours upon hours passed. Frustration arose overtime. You did not want to be angry with your spouse, but he knows better than to be home late on your special day. You have almost filled up your notepad with phrases upon phrases of ‘I love you’s’ and sweet nothings. Along with other things.

You tapped your bandages covered foot on the ground as you began to pace. “What is taking him so long?” You huffed aloud, growing more impatient by each passing second. The bath is beginning to become cold and that is just rude in your opinion. You decided to write out your emotions.

“Dear Katsuki,

What the fuck is taking you so long, huh? It’s so fucking aggervating and just plain rude. I have done so much for you only to toss me to the side like I’m nothing. Are you cheating on me? I do not tolerate disrespect, Katsuki Bakugo. You are going to make me mean and you know I hate being mean to you. You just make me jealous, baby. You know how you do that to me. Make me feel all types of emotion I can’t seem to understand, but one thing is for certain is that you and I will be together.

Sincerely,”

You did not even get to finish your final entry as you hear the front door downstairs unlock. Scrambling to put the diary away, you gather the necessary items from under the bed and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Katsuki’s natural loud ways was helping you locate his every move without even having to look at security footage.

All you have to do is be patient.

Katsuki sat on the couch, propping his sock-covered feet onto the glass coffee table and turning on the television. You allowed him some moments to get settled before gently tip-toeing down the stairs, rope, duct tape, and a blunt object ready in hand.

Just as Katsuki turned to acknowledge your presence, the crowbar hit his head, knocking him unconscious. You quickly attend to his wound — not without dropping some droplets of blood into his — so it does not get offended. You cannot have your husband getting an infection.

You tie up his hands and legs, duct tape his mouth after delivering kisses to his perfectly plump lips, and drag him to the kitchen. You did not realize how much your lover really weighed. Too much time was wasted dragging him to the fridge than preferred, but it will all be worth it in the end. You know it will be.

Katsuki did not wake up until the next day. You stayed by his side the whole time, telling him about your day and how much you have planned for you two. Of course, he needs to build his trust with you. You love a very intelligent man and the last thing you need is for him to be against you.

Slowly opening his crimson eyes, his attention is brought to a grinning you. Katsuki immediately attempts to escape the captivity he is in, but it is no use. You just had to buy special rope that cancels quirks.

“Struggle all you want, Katsuki-poo. There is no escaping me.” You chuckled, loving the way he squirmed and furrowed his eyebrows at you. All of his curses are mumbled by the tape which is probably the best considering you did not want to be insulted right now.

“When you calm down, I’ll take off the tape.” You bargained, shrugging nonchalantly as you kneel in front of the man. Did this calm him down? No. You know it wouldn’t regardless. You know Katsuki better than he knows himself yet you already want to push his buttons. The way he gets so angry turns you on and you can’t just help yourself but want more.

After a couple of hours of Katsuki complaining and you writing even more in your diary, he decided to calm down. This made you happy. You wanted to hear his beautiful gruff voice.

Grabbing the corner of the tape, you rip it off. Katsuki is already barking insults. “Are you fucking insane? Who the hell even are you? This isn’t going to end well with you, you psycho bit—“

A hard slap to his face interrupted Katsuki’s spill. Along with the duct tape you placed back on his mouth. “Such a meanie,” you pout, “and here I was about to be so nice to you.”

This cycle repeated itself for three days. You never left his side once. How could you? He is obviously in distress. He needs you by his side. He cannot do anything without you. Especially with his hands tied behind his muscular back. Katsuki finally decided that playing the game is the only way to win it.

You ripped the tape off once again. Katsuki did not even speak this time. “Did you learn your lesson?” You quizzed with an arched brow. “Y’know being a meanie is not going to get you anywhere, Katsukikins.”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki inquired, his gruff voice sounding so weak and hollow. You almost felt bad.

“You’re so silly, Suki. C’mon,” you brought your lips close to his, “gimme a kiss.”

Reluctantly, Katsuki did as instructed. Considering you are straddling his lap and his powers are useless, he has no choice in the matter. You loved the compliance.

“Good boy.” You praised, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Katsuki glared at you. “Will you be good and eat some food for me?”

“I don’t want your stupid ass food.” Katsuki growled, laying his head against the bottom freezer of his fridge.

“Nonsense, Suki.” You giggled, feeling extremely joyful to be with Katsuki. You bring a spoon of Miso soup up to his closed lips, “have some. I blew on it so it’s not too hot.”

“Get that trash away from me, you idiot—“ Katsuki was interrupted by a spoon entering his mouth. Though he would hate to admit this, the soup tasted delicious and he is quite hungry. He put up a fight, but allowed you to feed him properly until every drop was gone. Unfortunately, Katsuki is unaware that the soup is drugged until it’s too late.

His body began to feel numb. He did not even have the strength to ask questions as his eyes became drowsy. Soon, he is slumped over, sound asleep as you manage to drag him up the stairs and into your shared bed.

Planting kisses all over structures, you tuck him in and finish some late night entries in your diary. Skimming through them all and reflecting on how you got here now, it made you smile. Progress has been made and will continue to do so.

Signing off on the final page, you write:

“Dear Katsuki,

These past three days have been exhilarating. I see it in your terrified eyes how happy you are that I am here. I know how much you missed me. I missed you, too, baby. We will continue to grow and soon, we will have children. I even have my menstrual cycle all planned out. I am all yours and you’re all mine. Can’t you see, baby doll? We are forever meant to be.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 45

Chapter 45

           “I’ll be fine! Go,” Kat said with a wide, laughing smile. She pushed him gently against the shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head so that he got her cheek. “You’re going to be late! Now go!”

           Jericho slipped his arms around Kat and dragged her close, chasing her playfully twisting head until he finally landed a kiss on her lips. He laughed with her, glad to see some of the weight of the last few weeks fall away from her. “It’s half an hour away, sweetheart,” he teased. “And they can start the show without me. I don’t care.”

           She put her hands on either side of his face and rose up on her toes. He locked his hands behind the small of her back and lifted her up. Kat kissed him over and over again, grinning broader after each one. Her eyes were a beautiful, clear, bright green that made his heart beat harder in his chest. He loved her more than he could ever explain. And he’d probably love her more tomorrow than he did just then.

           “Alright, alright, fine,” Jericho said. “I’m going. I’m going. It’s like you want to get rid of me.”

           Kat scoffed, her eyes going wide. “Never! But if you insist on going to work,” she replied dramatically, “then you’re going to be on time.”

           The smile slipped from his face at her words. “Kat, I don’t have to go back. We can go right back to Tampa tonight if that’s what you want.”

           She settled her hands on his biceps. “Chris. Go. The boys need you. You saw how much trouble they got into without you when we were gone for the tour.”

           He let his fingers run through the ends of her hair. “The second they don’t need me anymore, I’m leaving Daily’s. I might even come back in my gear.”

           “No, you won’t,” she said matter-of-factly.

           Jericho felt the corner of his mouth tip up. “No, I probably won’t.”

***

           Home away from home. That’s how I’d come to think of that suite. It had been where I spent the first night with Jericho. Where I’d woken up that first morning wrapped up in his arms in a way that made me want to have a thousand more nights and mornings with him. It was where we’d sat on the floor and watched crappy movies while eating room service. The first place he’d called me kitten and where he’d given me the first pieces of his heart. God knew he’d had all of mine for years.

           I showered and changed into what had become my normal pajamas—boyshorts and his KISS t-shirt—before ordering room service. The closer it got to showtime, the more anxious I became. All I could think about was what I’d be doing if I hadn’t decided to walk away from AEW. I wondered who had been conscripted into my place and if they were doing everything the way that Jericho and the Inner Circle liked. By the time the food arrived, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to eat at all.

           My phone buzzed on the cushion beside me with an incoming text message. My heart warmed at Jericho’s name on the screen. We’ve got a tape and two matches. I’ll text you just before. We’d agreed on this the moment that Jericho asked me if it was okay for him to go back to AEW while I was out on my month-long cool down leave. I’d made him promise not to have anything to do with Jack Perry. He’d asked me to still watch the Inner Circle matches. I agreed, with the stipulation that he had to text me right before they happened. I didn’t want to see anything else.

           Okay, I texted back, but I’m watching Mark Wahlberg movies until then.

***

           It was half past eight when the first heads up text came. A backstage interview was about to go live. I flipped over to Dynamite, silently hoping that I wouldn’t see Jack. Luckily, I made it just in time. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Jericho standing at the front of the gathered Inner Circle. He wore a sleeveless zippered hoodie that was only zipped halfway. For some reason, it made his arms look bigger than they were—and that was saying something—and drew my attention to the tattoos on his left arm. I’d memorized them all. And made fun of him for a few.

           Alex Marvez stood just to Jericho’s right. “I’m here with the Inner Circle. Chris Jericho, you’ve been dealing with MJF for over a month now. He’s already beaten you once. What makes you think he won’t do it again?”

           “Listen here, Marvez,” Jericho retorted, his voice going gravelly. “Yeah, MJF has beaten me before. It took his buddy Wardlow helping him out to get it done, but that’s water under the bridge. One of these days, MJF is gonna end up like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch and get caught with his pants around his ankles. And Max—if you want to prove you’re a real man—you’ll leave Megatron at home next time.”

           I nearly choked on my drink as Jericho walked out of frame. Sammy and Jake followed after, leaving only Santana and Ortiz behind. “And FTR, when you square up with us tonight for a shot at those titles… be prepared. Because when the cat’s away… well… you’ll find out. Te veremos pronto, mamí.”

           The shot faded into a commercial break. No sooner had it happened than my phone rang. I rolled my eyes and picked up, switching over to FaceTime. “You’re an absolute idiot,” I said, unable to stop the smile that spread over my face.

           Jericho looked back, grinning back as if he’d done something incredibly clever. “I couldn’t help myself, sweetheart.”

           “And Santana and Ortiz, they aren’t the only ones in the world who speak Spanish.”

           Beautiful black curls appeared over Jericho’s shoulder. “What d’you want us to do next time, mamí, just call you out?”

           I grinned. “You’re all an absolute mess, and I love you for it.”

           “We love you, too, Katnip,” Sammy said, popping into view onto Santana’s back.

           “Yeah,” came Jake Hager’s voice from somewhere off camera. “We miss you and shit.”

           My heart warmed in a way that was hard to describe. Jake wasn’t one to really talk much, and it was ridiculously sweet for him to say that. “I miss you and shit, too.”

           “Good,” Jericho said with a wide, disarmingly charming smile. It was the smile he flashed when he was up to something. “Because I’m bringing these knuckleheads up to see you after the show tonight.”

           I leaned back against the cushions and grinned. “Should I order a pizza or something?”

           “Order seven,” Santana said before backing into a wall, squishing Sammy until he let go. “And get some garlic sauce.”

           Wrinkling my nose, I nodded. “I’ll have a banquet waiting. Good luck tonight. I’ll be watching.”

           Jericho’s blue eyes softened. “I love you, Kat. And one of these days, I’m going to tell the world.”

           It wasn’t like it was a secret at AEW. After Jack’s outburst, everyone knew about us. Whatever they thought about it, they knew that Jericho and I were together. We didn’t stay locked up in our house and we didn’t shy away from going out together, but there wasn’t anything real out there about us. Honestly, the idea terrified me.

           “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered, drawing me out of my fear. “I’m not rushing you. As long as you’re mine, that’s all that matters.”

           “I love you, Chris. I really do.”

           He smiled in a way that made my heart turn sideways. “I know, kitten.” His eyes went to the necklace sitting against the hollow of my throat. “I know.”

***

           “Katnip!”

           I turned around just in time to brace myself as Sammy snatched me up in a bear hug. The next moment, I was passed off to Ortiz. Then Jake, who seemed more than a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. He put me down almost as soon as he got hold of me, but not before he gave me a little squeeze. Santana threw one arm around my shoulders and curled the other behind my head as he kissed the top of my head.

           “Jesus, I almost forgot what you looked like,” he said against my hair. “I’m taking you back to New York with me.”

           Grinning, I put my arms around his waist. “Hey, I wouldn’t mind a visit. But you’ll have to go through Chris for that one.”

           “Bullshit, mamí,” Santana teased. “You’re a grown-ass woman. And what’d I tell you? You run this bitch, not him.”

           Jericho passed by, his mouth turned up in a smirk. “He’s got that right.”

           “See?” Santana kept his arm wrapped around my shoulders as he pointed after Jericho. “Man knows what’s good for him. I mean, he picked you, so he’s not a complete cabrón.”

           The room filled with the deep rumble of male laughter. For just a moment, I regretted leaving. Being there with the five of them made me so homesick for the back hallways of Daily’s Place. Sammy was loud and rambunctious. Santana and Ortiz were arguing about something that didn’t make any sense, but was interesting to watch. Jake sat quietly off to himself at the end of the sofa, but he grinned a little when I handed him another beer as I walked by.

***

           Jericho pulled Kat into his lap, settling his chin on the curve of her shoulder. He wished that she would change her mind and come back to AEW. Not just because he wanted her with him as often as possible. He saw his boys and how just a single week without her made them seem subdued. Like some of their personality had faded away. Kat had done so much for them that they didn’t know where to start to do it for themselves.

           “They really do miss you,” he said quietly, so softly that only she would hear. “It’s not the same without you. None of us want to pressure you into coming back, but it feels like a big piece of us is missing.”

           “Chris, I can’t—”

           “Hey, you two!” Jericho and Kat looked up at the same time, both blushing a little when Ortiz snapped his fingers at them. “Stop being stupid cute and pay attention.”

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I Melt With You - Bakugou Katsuki

All Parts

Part 5:

When you wake up the next morning, your blankets are folded. They’re folded and piled neatly next to rearranged pillows, not even a crease left in your couch cushions from where he’d slept. It’s like he was never even there in the first place, but then you walk into your kitchen. There’s a muffin sitting on your counter, a note attached on top of it’s plastic container. 

Your couch is fucking shitty, but thanks I guess. I only bought you this so you don’t complain. I don’t owe you shit, leech.

It’s a strange sort of fondness that eclispes you then, so faint that you almost don’t even catch it. You never thought you’d have a soft spot for anything Bakugou did- but you figure leech isn’t so bad. Way better than witch or any of the other names he’d called you anyway.

You remove the note, popping open the plastic lid. The muffin’s long gone cold, but you figured that was about right; Bakugou did seem the type to be fussy about rising early. Still, you tear away the paper, smiling while you take a bite, chewing and-

Bran.

Bakugou bought you a bran muffin.

Suddenly, and you’re sure it must be brain damage, but you feel a little warmer than before. You spit out the disgusting muffin with an exasperated laugh, wondering just where the hell he even managed to buy such an abomination.

—//—

A few weeks later, you’re locking the back door behind you, once again stepping into the street. You see him the second you turn around, clad in costume and leaning against the wall. You can’t really see his face well in the low light, but no shadows could hide those red eyes you’d come to know.

There’s that weird sensation again, a subtle warmth settling in your chest at the sight of him. You’d been feeling it for weeks now, this strange pride overcoming you every time you’d seen him succeed. Whether it was on the news or on magazines, or even in commericials, you felt a strange peace at seeing his face. You try to convince yourself that it’s just the same happiness you feel at seeing anybody you healed- but it’s more than that.

You’d come to realize you thought of Bakugou as more than just a patient. He was nearing more of a strange sort of friend. Albeit one that frequently made you want to tear your hair out.

He shifts, standing straighter while you look at him, and you’re not sure what you were expecting, but his costume looks intimidating. The only time you’d seen it before, that very first night you’d met him, he hadn’t had his gauntlets or his headpiece. Now he’s standing in front of you, arms entrapped by giants grenades and sharp spikes behind his ears. He looks larger than life- so loud and proud that you almost can’t match the tired and injured Bakugou you knew to the seemingly invincible Dynamite he was now.

“I got your gift.” You break the ice with a small smile, stepping away from the door.

“You did, huh? You like it?”

“Oh my god, wipe the smirk off your face. I can hear it, you asshole.” You roll your eyes at his tone. “I didn’t like it. It was disgusting! Where the hell did you even get it?”

“Bakery down the street. Not that it matters since you’re fuckin’ ungrateful. Apparently.”

“Bakugou- you invited yourself into my house, and then left me a war-crime for breakfast! You try being grateful when that happens- trust me, it’s hard.”

He just shrugs, falling into step with you as you continue down the alley.

“Oh, okay, so is this just, like, a thing you’re doing now? Stalking me home-“

“Walking.” He interrupts sternly, clearly not finding humor in your joke. “Stupid shit like this is my fuckin’ job, okay- so don’t go thinking you’re special.”

“Oh I don’t. Believe me, you’ve made it very clear that you don’t even like- oh my god, are you bleeding?”

When he finally steps into the light of the street lamps, you can see blood glisten something sickly as it drips from his nose. It hardly reaches his lip before Bakugou is grunting, smearing it away on the back of his hand. There’s a strange torpidity to his  movements, and it’s not until you meet his eyes that you realize it- he’s tired again, sleepless and ghostly just like every other time you’d ever seen him.

“What’s with the nose? I thought you said you didn’t get hurt often. What happened to that, huh?”

“You try fighting on less than 3 hours of sleep a night. Shit fuckin’ adds up. Makes you sloppy.” He defends, grumbling under his breath as he wipes away more blood. “I doubt you’d do any fuckin’ better.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t. I’m sure I wouldn’t.” You stop, staring him down until he spins to face you. “Can I see it? I think it’s broken.”

“No fuckin’ shit.”

“Bakugou, c’mon. I’m trying to help.” You roll your eyes at him. “Drop the attitude please.”

“Why the hell do you even care? Hah?”

“Because, contrary to your very disrespectful insults, I’m actually a pretty good nurse, alright? And that means I try my best to help injured people when I see them. Even when they’re rude to me.”

“Who the fuck said I’m rude?”

“Me. I’m saying it.” You insist, stepping closer to him. He smells like blood and smoke, still clad in his hero costume, but you approach anyway. “But, really, can I see? If it’s broken then it’s just going to keep bleeding unless you do something about it.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, but seems to relent without much fight. He removes his mask, revealing the now familiar purpling under his eyes. You briefly wonder if he has a make-up artist- he never looked nearly that tired when he was doing interviews for the media. 

You shake off the musing, reaching for his face and gently running your thumbs along his nose. Bakugou sucks a breath, and when you meet his eyes they’re guarded. He looks nervous, almost unsure under your touch, but you try your best to reassure him with a confident smile. Over the bridge of his nose you can feel swelling and aged scarring, but there cartilage feels intact. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

“I think you might just be stuck with the swelling, but otherwise you’re good. Nothing’s broken.” You say easily, dropping your hands from his face as you take a step back. “Although, must’ve been some hit- you’ve already got a bit of bruising under your eyes.” 

“Wow, thanks for the report- of all the baseline shit I already fuckin’ knew.” 

“Don’t you ever get tired? You know, of being so mean all the time?” You level him with an unimpressed look, before digging in your purse for your pack of tissues. You fish a few out, pressing them into his hand. “Listen, you don’t deserve these, especially after that last remark, but take them anyways. And do me a favor and chill out, alright? I wasn’t trying to waste your time. I was just checking to see that the bleeding was from the impact and not anything else.”

“Yeah. Whatever, leech. I just don’t understand why you had to fuckin’ manhandle me to do it.”

“Please, I touched your nose, drama queen. And, even if I actually wanted to, I’m pretty sure you’d blow me up way before I even got that far.”

“Damn right.”

“Yep, and there he is.” You tease, turning down a side street. “Was hoping I’d get to experience another blatant display of your egotism sometime soon. Totally glad I don’t have to wait any longer.”

Bakugou scoffs, turning away, but you don’t miss it: his lip twitches. Just a bit, it hardly even counts, but you see it.

“You know, we really have to stop meeting like this.” You smile.

“Hell does that mean? Hah?”

“I mean, you need to stop running yourself ragged. You look terrible, and you’re getting yourself hurt. It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what’s fuckin’ healthy.”

“Well if thought you knew, I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

“Don’t act like you’re so fuckin’ smart. You’re not.”

“Hey- no insults. You agreed, remember?”

“Because you fuckin’ made me, you bitch.” He grumbles, pressing another tissue into his nose. “And it’s not an insult if it’s a fact.”

“Hey, genuine question- have you ever tried just, like, I don’t know, being nice to people? Just asking out of curiosity.”

“You’re not funny.”

“Oh, that wasn’t a joke. I’m genuinely curious.” You say, your grin only growing wider at the sight of his grimace. “Like, if it was a life or death situation, and someone told you that you had to give a genuine compliment or be burned to death, you’d be an absolute crisp, right? Right?”

“Wrong. Fuckin’ idiot.”

“Oh. Okay. I mean I don’t believe you at all, but that’s okay.”

“Hell does that mean?”

“It means I don’t think you could do it.”

“I could.”

“You absolutely couldn’t.” 

“I fuckin’ could, you leech.”

“See now that just proves my point.” You smile easily. “Feel free to prove me wrong though.” 

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you see his pinched expression and that says enough. He knows he couldn’t do it just as much as you did.

From then on you walk in relative silence, and after a few more tissues from your purse, he finally stops bleeding all over the pavement. It’s a weird sort of stillness that ensuses but you find you don’t mind much.

“Aren’t you on patrol?” You ask.

“Obviously. What, the costume wasn’t enough to tell ya that? You seriously telling me your dumbass couldn’t figure that out?”

“You’re so difficult, I swear.” You roll your eyes. “What I meant, is don’t you have a job to get to? Instead of just walking me home.”

“What the hell do you think patrol is?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, hero.”

“It’s walking the streets. For fuckin’ hours and being bored as shit. That’s what it is.”

“Oh. Okay, so basically this, huh.” You sigh. “How do you always end up so hurt then?”

“I fuckin’ don’t. Or didn’t used to.” He grits, kicking at a rock in the road with his boot. “But there’s lots of fuckin’ idiots with surprise quirks. It’s absolute bullshit some of the powers people end up with.” 

“So you’re telling me even the great Dynamite loses sometimes?”

“No. Never.” 

“What about that first night then? When you landed on my balcony?” You ask quietly, pulling your keycard out as you begin to near your apartment complex. “You were unconscious.”

“It wasn’t- I didn’t lose, you fuckin’ idiot. That was different.”

There’s something in his voice- an unusual tension that’s only amplified by the way he clenches his jaw and shakes his head. Bakugou looks strange, his forehead split by a crease you’d never seen on him before. It hardly lasts a second though, and then he’s blinking it away, eyes hardening like it was never even there in the first place.

“Yeah?” You’re swiping your keycard, turning back to face him with your hand on the door handle. You try to keep your tone light. “Tell me how.”

“It’s none of your fuckin’ business.” 

“Is that your default answer for everything? C’mon, I’ve always been curious about it.”

“You shouldn’t be. It’s not your problem.”

“Yeah, maybe not, but I’m sure if I wound up half-dead on your doorstep you’d be curious too. So, c’mon, indulge me.” 

“No.” He grits.

“Seriously?” You huff, trying to keep the slight frustration out of your voice. You just didn’t understand him. “Why not?”

“Because.”

“Bakugou, seriously, it’s just a question and I don’t understand why-” 

“Stop fuckin’ pushing!” He suddenly roars, spitting as he seethes. His palms are crackling, gauntlets glinting dangerously under the street lamps. “Jesus fucking christ, you never shut the hell up! Don’t you get it? We’re not fucking friends! Stop asking me shit and digging in my fuckin’ business like you’re special!”

You shrink back, a little taken aback by his tone. You hadn’t realized just how used to his normal grumbling you’d become, but the outright venom in his voice shocked you. His eyes were blazing, red and fiery and harsh against the black of his mask. It wasn’t like before. He wasn’t joking and it wasn’t an empty threat, he wanted to scare you off this time. 

You quickly realized you’d become way too comfortable. Somehow you’d forgotten just how much he truly didn’t like you. And how short his fuse was.

“Yeah. I- uh, I’m sorry.” You fumble over your words, unable to hold his gaze. “It’s not my business. Sorry.” 

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just sneering before turning his back and stomping off. You think there’s blood rushing in your ears, but his heavy boots are louder, striking against the pavement like thunder. He’s off in a cacophony of metallic clanking and heavy breathing, leaving a strange vacuum of silence behind him. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of your uneasiness. He’d blown up and left so quickly you’d hardly even processed it. Left you standing in the street, blinking away the whiplash, and scrunching your nose at the smell of gunpowder and nitroglycerin.

With shaking hands, you pull open the door, head reeling as you step into the elevator. There’s guilt settling in your stomach by the time you reach your floor, practically suffocating you when you step into your apartment.

You shouldn’t have pried. You shouldn’t have, because he didn’t technically owe you anything, especially not if it was a bad memory for him- and you didn’t need your quirk to tell you that’s what it was for him. 

Bakugou was right. You weren’t friends. You hardly knew him; even if sometimes it felt like you saw vulnerable parts of him nobody else did.

Ridding yourself of the thought, you decide to settle in for a calm night. You’d originally planned to make a trip to the store for some food, but now you just weren’t feeling up to it. What you were feeling up to was some take-out, so you pulled out a menu and ordered your usual.

You showered, changing into pajamas and throwing your hair up before your food arrived, trying not to stew over your latest disastrous interaction with Bakugou. 

A part of you wondered what was up with him, especially because the longer you thought about it, the more his voice seemed to sound vulnerable. When he’d yelled it was like the sound was eating away at his throat, like it had been sitting there for a while and building. There was no emphasis to any of his words, all of them tumbling out with the same rage. Like the words were less important than the expression itself. You’d love to just throw the interaction away as nothing more than anger at your prying, but it didn’t read like that to you. You’d been reading secondhand emotions your entire life, you knew them like an entirely separate language, and something about Bakugou’s outburst felt layered to you- like his rage was something opportunistic that had just been searching for an outlet.

You wonder again about what happened all those months ago, wonder just what must happen in his day-to-day life to make him that angry. You’ve learned your lesson though- you won’t let yourself mistakenly feel comfortable enough to ask him again. 

Something about that thought makes you a little sad, as this wasn’t the first time you’d ran into this problem. You weren’t sure if it was a byproduct of your quirk or if it was just you, but you’d sort of always cared about people disproportionately. Somehow always came on too strong. Your heart was big enough to bleed for just about anybody. 

There’s a knock on your door, and you rise to get your food. It’s hot in your hands, the smell wafting deliciously, but you hardly even recognize it, caught off-guard by another knock. This one’s at your back door, and it’s softer. Tentative and light against the glass. You set your food down, spinning to face the noise. 

You can hardly hide your surprise, and he must see it too. He’s rolling his eyes then, knuckles rapping against the glass once more. He’s clad in sweats, devoid of his hero costume from earlier, and there’s a bag in his hands. He’s shuffling it impatiently as you near the door.

“Bakugou? I-” You start, sliding the door open for him to step in. 

“Save it. Apologies are wimp shit.” He growls, stepping past you with large strides. “We both know why I’m here so just shut the fuck up and get on with it already.” 

There’s a lot of things you want to ask him in that moment- why he’s showing up so late, how he even knew which balcony was yours, why there’s a bruise on his jaw that you’re sure wasn’t there before, but mostly, why he even came back at all. With how angry he was, you were sure you’d run him off for a while. 

“It’s- no. I have to apologize, I do.” You tell him, trying to catch his gaze. Bakugou doesn’t let you, but you continue trying anyway. “Really. Your business is your business and I shouldn’t have pried. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I really was just curious. Still though, if you don’t want to say you absolutely don’t have to, and I shouldn’t have pushed it.” 

“Why do you even care?”

“You asked me that earlier.” You note softly, taking a deep breath before talking again. “And I meant it, what I said, about being a nurse. But I’m also just me, and that means I care about everyone. Everyone and everything. All the time.” 

“That’s fuckin’ stupid.”

“I mean, for my mental health? Yeah. Absolutely.” You laugh sardonically, fiddling with a piece of your hair as you continue. “But I don’t regret it, and there’s pretty much nothing I can do to stop it. Caring about everyone is like, my biggest character trait-”

“Character flaw.”

“No. I think it’s a good thing. But I get how it could be uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of it. And that maybe, I sometimes come off as invasive when really I’m just concerned. Sorry if I got too comfortable with you. I’ll try not to let it happen again. “

“That’s not-” Bakugou curses under his breath, before whipping around to face you. He’s blushing slightly, fist clenching the paper bag he’s holding. “I was just mad. Not every goddamn thing is about you. So don’t be a fuckin’ idiot and go reading into it like that.” 

Truly, you’re not sure how to take his comment. You felt like you were definitely in the wrong, but Bakugou seemed serious. His eyes were full of a new sincerity you’d hardly seen in him before. 

“Yeah. Okay. I can do that.” You smile unsurely. Then you’re walking past him, returning back to your food in the kitchen. “So, you planning to sleep on my couch again?” 

“Fuckin’ obviously. Gonna eat first though.”

“Oh I’m sure. That’s what’s in the bag, right?” You ask, beginning to unpack your own food. At his nod, you begin speaking once more. “Makes sense. I’m sure you’ve gotta be hungry after lugging those gauntlets around. Those are massive, you know?” 

“Yep. I know.”

When you look up at him, he’s got that signature smirk pulled across his face. You let the sarcasm seep thickly into your words. “If I didn’t know any better, that’d sound a lot like pride.”

“It might be.”

“Oh, so you’re proud of dragging those huge weapons around? You know, why doesn’t that surprise me? Of course you are.” 

Bakugou just shrugs, making himself a home of your kitchen table, grunting slightly as he tears the plastic lid off his container of food. Almost immediately something spicy and nearly choking permeates the air. You scrunch your nose up with a shiver.

“What the hell is that?” You ask him incredulously, picking at your food while standing at the counter. You’d briefly thought about joining him at the table, but the option looks absolutely unappealing now. “That smells lethal, Bakugou! Who needs something that spicy? Are you trying to kill yourself?” 

“Oi, chill the hell out, it’s not even bad. You’re just a fuckin’ wimp.”

“Hey, no insults, remember?” 

“God, you’re gonna kill me with that shit.” He grumbles, but he’s stabbing at his noodles with a tiny, barely-there tilt to his lips. “You should abandon that.”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that.” 

“Why the hell not?”

“Because you’d have way too much fun with it.” You smile, taking another bite. “And because it’d be like when I stitched you up all over again. You were so mean.”

“I was not. Fuckin’ baby.”

“You were. Do you not remember telling me to shut the fuck up? To my face? Like, minutes after I started fixing you up!” 

“Because you were being fucking annoying!” He challenges, that same hint of amusement in his eyes. “How in the hell is that my fault?”

“It’s your fault because everything seems to annoy you.”

“Yeah, well everything is fucking bullshit. Again, how is that my fault.” 

“God, you’re impossible.” You groan, setting your fork down. You open your fridge, hand grasping at a water bottle before you turn back to him. “You want a drink? Pretty much all I have is water, but you’re welcome to that.”

Bakugou nods, but then he’s tilting his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “You’re a shitty host. Only offering me a drink when I’m already half-way through my meal. That shit’s embarrassing as hell.” 

“Bakugou. Open your mouth again and I swear I’ll chuck this at you.” 

“Do it, leech.” 

“Is that a challenge?”

“Are you fucking braindead? Of course it is.” 

Then Bakugou’s leaning forward in his seat, eyes tracking you intensely. There’s that same life in them from the last time you saw him- that same look that’s all softly-licking flames and absolutely no inferno. It makes you smile.

“Actually, no, you know what? I absolutely will not be stooping to your aggressive level.” You near him, making a point to press the water bottle gently into his waiting hand. “Not tonight, you absolute madman.” 

“Boring.”

“No. Not boring. It’s responsible.”

“Those are fuckin’ synonyms, leech.” 

“Wow, I didn’t think you even knew what synonyms were.” 

“You think I’m stupid? Fat fuckin’ chance.” He sneers, shoveling another forkful of noodles into his mouth. “Or did you just forget when I figured out how your shitty quirk worked before you did?” 

"No. I didn’t forget. And I’m still mad at you for that so let’s not bring it up, please.”

“Hell are you mad for, woman? Did you a fuckin’ favor.” 

“Hm, maybe because you figured it out within like, basically moments of meeting me?” You glare at him, but it’s half-hearted and the look on his face tells you Bakugou knows it is too. “Oh, and how, maybe I’ve always kind of had these weird symptoms my entire life, and you figured them out before I did?”

“Who cares who figured it out? Just fix your shit now and stop fuckin’ complaining.” 

“Fix my shit? Fix my shit? Bakugou!” You throw your fork down, sighing in frustration. “My shit is literally not being able to touch anybody without getting drained! My shit is basically not being able to function properly in every day life!”

“Yeah? So? Just quit being a bitch and figure out how to build up your stamina then.” He shrugs, sliding his empty container away as he sips at his water. “Easy fuckin’ solution.” 

“It’s not that easy. I can’t control it, it just happens.” 

“Really? You sure you’re not trying anything with it?”

“No?”

Bakugou just squints at you funny, something confused flitting across his features for a moment. “Really? Fuckin’ sure? Nothing at all?”

“No? Why’re you- what are you asking?” 

“When you brought me back, the first time, you were like, in my fuckin’ brain or something.” He grumbles, looking away. “It’s not gonna make sense, but I didn’t know it was you until you said shit. But then you opened your mouth and I could tell it was you pushing all the bad shit away.”

“Was it green?”

“Hah?”

“Green.” You worry at your hands, trying to gather your thoughts in a way that made sense. “My whole life, people have told me that it’s green when I help them. Not like, a color they can see, but that it’s just something they know. That somehow I’m green. In their head, I mean.”

“Yeah. Actually.” He mumbles, clearing his throat. “Freaked me the hell out.”

“Sorry. It’s- I normally try to warn people about that before I do it, you know? But obviously that wasn’t an option for you.”

“Yeah.” He agrees, then Bakugou is zoning out, leg bouncing under the table. He blinks, suddenly whipping his head around to you. “You ever try doing it till you pass out?”

“No? Well- I mean, no, not like, formally. Sometimes it just happens though. Why?”

“Because you need a fuckin’ threshold, idiot. A limit. How the hell else are you supposed to know if you’re getting stronger?” 

“I don’t- I don’t think my quirk is really a thing you can strengthen. Not like that at least.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Not your quirk, dumbass. You. You need to get stronger. Learn to work around your quirk.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” 

He turns away another moment, and the silence he leaves behind him baffles you. Bakugou’s got his eyebrows drawn inward, hand in his palm as he idly rubs at the bruise on his chin. You gather up his empty container from him, throwing it in the garbage with your own, but he doesn’t spare you a glance. Whatever he was thinking about, almost seemed to hold him captive. 

“Oi- Leech.” He says calmly, red eyes sliding over to yours lazily. “Touch a shit-load of people and fight though it. That’s how you do it.” 

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.” 

When you look at him, Bakugou’s mouth is set in a straight line, determined and steady as he crosses his arms over his chest. He really isn’t kidding.

“That’s not gonna work, I’ve been doing that practically my whole life and look where I am.”

“No, you’re not fucking listening, you moron.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes again. “I said just touch them. Not use your fuckin’ quirk. That’ll wipe you way too quick. You just have to touch a bunch of people all in a row, and suck it the hell up. Keep pushing. Eventually you’ll be able to touch way more people in the test setting than you’ll ever have to in a normal day. Problem fuckin’ solved.” 

“That’s-” You breathe out, beginning to wrap your head around it. “I’ve never done that. On purpose I mean. I wonder- I mean, I think that could work. Maybe.” 

“Of course it’ll fuckin’ work.” 

“Yeah, hypothetically, maybe. But where am I gonna get that many people? And for days in a row?” 

“Fuck should I know? That’s not my problem.”

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously.” He shrugs, standing up as he stretches his arms over his head. He yawns widely into his hand, regarding you with tired eyes. “You figure that one out. I already did all the other fuckin’ work.” 

“You thought of one solution.”

“One solution your dumbass didn’t fuckin’ think up.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Thank you very much.” You mutter in mock-offense, following behind him as he walks out into your living room. “You ready to sleep?”

“Yeah. Fuckin’ hate listening to you run your mouth.”

You feel something hot and irritated rise in your throat. Then you’re looking over at him, at his smile and the way it crinkles his eyes. There’s no malice to his insult, and if anything he only seems thrilled when you rise to the challenge.

“And I hate having to clean up your blood pretty much every time I see you. Guess we’re both miserable.” You joke, curling your lips into a sneer to match his own. “And I won’t forget, asshole, you owe me a new packet of tissues.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just put me to sleep already.” 

Then he’s collapsing onto your couch, settling into the pillows and grabbing the blanket off the back in one fell-swoop. There’s a fluidness to his movements that has you rolling your eyes, hardly even able to believe it was only the second time he’d been there.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure, do whatever you want. Make yourself totally at home, Bakugou! My living room is obviously for you and you only.”

“Fuckin’ knew it.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“And? I’ll decide to take it however the hell I want.”

“You’re really irritating, you know that?” You half-laugh, pulling one of your gloves from your fingers. “Now, c’mon gimme your hand- wait, actually, I’ve got something else to say first.” 

“Jesus christ, what?” 

“I want you to come around more often.” 

He just shrinks back into the cushions, mouth twisting up comically. “What the hell? That a joke or some shit?”

“No. I’m serious. If you being tired is why you’re always getting hurt, then you need to come around more often. I promise I won’t give you shit for it.” You reassure him. “I’d just- I’d much rather see you here than in the hospital, you know?” 

He seems to just balk even more at your words, tilting his head to the side. “Why the fuck would ya go and volunteer for that?”

“Because, I care about everybody and everything. All the time, remember?”

Something must click for him then, because then he’s nodding, extending a hand towards yours. He won’t meet your eyes, but there’s something a little different about his expression. It’s softer, the tension in his eyebrows almost seeming to melt away entirely.

You grasp his hand, veins once again filling with subtle fire. You wonder suddenly, if using your quirk would afford him sleep for longer, but when you look down at him, you decide against asking. Bakugou’s already got his eyes closed, hand slipping out of yours as he goes completely lax against the cushions. It takes hardly minutes, but then his breath is slowing, and his eyelids are fluttering, but suddenly he jolts. His eyes are half-lidded and his voice sleep-drunk when he speaks.

“Your shitty quirk’s good at fuckin’ puttin’ people to sleep.” He grumbles suddenly, pressing his face further into the pillow. “There. ‘s a compliment. ‘m not burnin’ today. Eat shit, leech.” 

You can hardly hold in your giggle, but it doesn’t matter. Bakugou is snoring almost the second he finishes his thought, limbs stilling almost entirely except for subtle twitches. 

When you turn the lights out, walking back to your room, you feel it again. 

A faint fondness. A slow-burning warmth just barely settling in your chest. 

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Sugar - Chapter One

— pairing: Jimin x Reader — genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst — word count: 2.7K — warnings: none yet 

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— chapter summary:

Its a normal day for Y/N, homework, lectures, club meetings and smack in the middle of it lands a hot boy, can Y/N resist him?

— A/N: This is my first time writing smut so I’d really love some feedback <3

“...what you need is some hardcore de-stressing,” Donna whispered in the middle of the lecture. “The kind where you are on your knees and …” 

I elbowed her in the ribs before she could continue. Sure I was a little stressed, maybe more than a little but I wasn’t going to have some ‘hardcore destressing’. I stayed as far away from any kind of relationships as possible, even casual ones that came with certain ‘benefits’. Why? Because I didn’t want to fall into a pit of despair again. My last relationship blew up like a balloon with too much helium. It took a really long time for me to pull myself out of depression. So no more relationships, no more men or women. I was going to prioritize my sanity and focus on my studies. At least that’s what I told myself.

“Seriously Donna, I don’t need any kind of de-stressing, I’m fine,” I whispered back. Professor Cameron was talking about Paradise Lost today. He had the unique ability to turn every exciting story into a boring ramble. Something I learned on my first day when he taught Shakespeare as if he was reciting his grocery list. I bet even his grocery list was more exciting. 

“Just come with me to the cafe, there's this new barista ...mmm the muscles on that guy. I wouldn’t mind having him with some cream,” she said, licking her lips. 

“Eww Donna, keep your dirty mind to yourself,” I shook my head. Donna was the kind of person who enjoyed life to the fullest. She ate when she was hungry, drank when she was stressed and fucked when she was horny. I always envied her simplicity. I grew up learning control, you plan, you strategize and then you make a move. That’s what my parents taught me. I never did anything spontaneous, caution was my base nature. 

“...Ms. Y/N do you have something to share with the rest of us?” Professor Cameron was staring daggers at me.

“Uh ..no Professor,” I said sheepishly as everyone in class stared at me. The rest of the class was uneventful, Professor Cameron went on and on with a few sarcastic remarks here and there about ‘undisciplined students’. I swear to god the man was a dinosaur, if it were up to him we’d be using slate and chalk to take notes. 

“Thanks for that,” I said as Donna and I collected our bags and left the building. 

“Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee to show you how very sorry I am,” her tone was solemn but her eyes held mischief. 

“Pfft, you only want to go there to ogle at the hot barista,” 

“He is sooo hot. He is a second year dance major, he just transferred here. Man, the way he moves …” Donna was almost drooling. 

“Not my type,” I said dismissively. There was something about muscular guys that put me off. Donna loved guys with big muscles, she loved Jocks. Personally I never saw the appeal, I liked my men on the softer side. 

“Oh honey, he’s totally your type,” Donna scoffed as we entered the cafe. It wasn’t far from the main building so it was always full of students drinking their sixth coffee of the day so they could stay awake in their next lecture. We were no different, after Cameron’s class I desperately needed a ‘pick me up’ or I’d be too sleepy to assist Professor Min in the next lecture.

The first thing I saw as I entered the cafe was a bunch of girls making heart eyes at the new barista. He wasn’t much taller than I was and man was he hot. Donna was right, he was totally my type. He was muscular but not in a jock kind of way, he reminded me of a panther. He was lithe, his every movement was graceful as if choreographed. His mouth was feminine, plump lips that made me wonder what it’d be like to bite into them. His eyes slightly unfocused as if he was daydreaming about something intense. I wondered what it’d be like to put his tiny wait in a corset. 

“Fuck,” the word left my mouth. I knew I was done for. Just looking at him made me hot. 

I made my way to one of the corner tables, leaving Donna to get our coffee. Dumping a bunch of books on the table I started working on my assignments. I was determined not to get anywhere near that barista. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to resist him. He was totally my type. Destiny was determined to torture me. 

“This is my friend Y/N! She’s our resident assistant,” I heard Donna and I lifted my head. My heart stopped. He was standing there, beside Donna, looking at me like I was the sweetest candy in the world. 

“Y/N this is Park Jimin, he is moving to our dorm today, can you believe it?!!” I could not. Dear universe, stop torturing me.

“Nice to meet you,” he said offering his hand. His voice was just like the rest of him, a mixture of delicate and sexy. 

“Let me know if you need any help,” I said, taking his hand like the good RA that I was. Instead of shaking it, he lifted my hands to lips, sending electricity right down to my core. 

“I’m sure I’ll need a lot of help,” I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until he smirked at me. 

I quickly took back my hand. That man was doing things to me. I hadn’t gotten laid since I broke up with Dan months ago, my body was screaming at me. There was just something about Park Jimin that made you want to ride him till he begged for mercy. The thought made me incredibly horny. 

Donna was practically bouncing in her seat. She had informed me multiple times that Jimin was staring at me from behind the counter. I just couldn’t make myself turn my head to confirm it, I didn’t want to confirm it. That’d be a terrible idea. He was bringing down my walls like a stick of dynamite and I’d only met him an hour ago. I had to stick to my resolve. 

I sipped on coffee as dark as my soul. Donna always made a face whenever we went out. She had a sweet tooth, I hated sugar. Anything sweet was bound to make me nauseous. The only sweet food that I could tolerate was ice cream. Even on my birthday I only ate two bites of the cake before I tapped out, sugar just wasn’t my thing. 

“So, what do you do for fun around here,” Jimin said, slipping in the chair beside me. He had taken off his apron. He was wearing a pink turtleneck that hugged his body and tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I was surprised to see him in boots with two inch heels. Dan would’ve scoffed at him for wearing them. 

I was hot as a furnace and wet. I was practically leaking, I thanked all the higher powers out there for giving me the brains to wear jeans instead of a skirt. I was two hundred percent sure that he could smell my arousal. The only saving grace that I had was that none of it showed on my face. 

“Depends on your definition of fun,” I said as I watched him pour 4 packets of sugar in his coffee, eww.

“Do you like movies? You can join our movie club!” Donna said with puppy eyes.

“Are you in the movie club Y/N?” Jimin asked. I almost didn’t hear him, I was too busy staring at hands as he stirred his coffee. He had the cutest pinkie in the world. 

“Pfft, she’s the club president and the RA and she’s also Professor Min’s teaching assistant. Y/N is like super smart,” Donna bragged. I could see the excitement on Donna’s face. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried to set me up with a guy. I knew all her tactics. It started with bragging and then swiftly escalated to Donna setting up dates. I never went to those dates. I wondered if I would go if it was Jimin.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” I mumbled. I was never good with compliments.

“You must be so busy, doesn’t your boyfriend mind?” Jimin asked with a curious look. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I knew what he was getting at.

“Good to know,” he smiled. He was cute when he smiled. I mentally kicked myself for staring, in my defense he was gorgeous. 

“I should go, I can’t be late for Professor Min’s lecture. He’s really strict,” I apologized as I gathered my stuff. It was true, Professor Min was known for his no-nonsense attitude but that wasn’t the only reason. I desperately needed some release. “It was really nice meeting you Jimin, see you at the dorm I guess,” I gave him a smile and before he could reply practically ran out of the cafe.

I woke up this morning thinking about my thesis, not even in my wildest dreams did I expect a Park Jimin to land right in the middle of it. He was the embodiment of my desires. Just looking at him made me horny, which was very uncharacteristic for me. I was a romantic, I wanted to fall in love and go on silly dates. The first time I had sex with Dan was two months after we started dating. I was the kind of person to take it slow. I’ve never even had a one night stand. 

“This is so uncalled for,” I mumbled to no one in particular. I quickly made my way to the women’s locker, thankfully it was empty. I locked myself in one of the stalls, put one foot on the toilet and unceremoniously stuffed my hand in my pants. I sighed as my fingers touched my nub, finally! I rubbed myself in rough circles, pressing down hard. I was biting my lips to stop the moans that threatened to burst out. 

I imagined what it’d be like to have Jimin’s fingers inside me, what it’d be like to have him lick the slick off of my dripping pussy. I wondered how his dick would feel stuffed in my folds, it definitely belonged there. Would he slowly make love to me or would he fuck me like some animal in heat? 

My pussy was clenching on nothing, I desperately needed something inside me. But the downside of wearing skinny jeans is that there’s not much room to maneuver down there and I didn’t want to take off my pants on the dirty bathroom floor. I had to settle with rubbing my clit as if my life depended on it. 

I imagined Jimin's beautiful mouth wet with my juices as he looked up at me from the floor, my hands in his hair, holding him there, on his knees. I was so close...

“Y/N you there?” I almost jumped out of my skin. It was Donna, how the fuck did she find me?

“Yeah,” I said, my voice was breathy. I reluctantly took my hand out of my pants and adjusted my clothes. 

“Come on, we’re going to be late for Professor Min’s lecture!” I followed her out. My face was flushed with embarrassment. I was annoyed at Donna, I was so close... I screamed internally, this day just kept getting worse. 

After the lectures were over Donna had dragged me around the campus in search of Professor Cameron because she forgot to log her attendance. And then there was the student council meeting that ended with us having a mini party to celebrate the start of the semester. To conclude, I didn’t get a chance to do anything about the wetness in my panties. I was still hot, horny and absolutely frustrated. 

“Come on in Y/N,” our dorm supervisor said as I knocked on his door. “We have a new student who needs a buddy, I hope you won’t mind,” he said as soon as I entered. 

I internally sighed. There he was, Park Jimin, in all his delicious glory, standing in front of the desk. He gave me a smile as our eyes met. I quickly looked away, I felt guilty, just hours ago I had imagined him doing things to me as I played with myself. If he ever found out what I did, he’d think of me as some creep. 

“Of course not, welcome to Drake Hall Jimin!” I tried to sound welcoming but I was still horny and my state was only getting worse the more I looked at him. 

“Excellent, it's settled then! Y/N why don’t you show him the dorm,” yep, sure, why not. It’s not like I wanted to jump him then and there, rip his clothes off and ride him like a friggin pogo stick. 

It was well past midnight and I was all alone in the study room. I had given Jimin the standard dorm tour and then left him at his room, telling him to call me if he needed anything. I was his buddy after all. I groaned internally. It was like a meteor had hit my safe little planet and now it burned my body like never before. 

I slowly slid my hand down to the crotch of my cotton shorts and cupped myself, slightly humping into my hand. The feeling made me gasp but it wasn’t enough. I tugged the fabric to a side, revealing my pussy to the room. Nope, I wasn’t wearing any panties.  “Fuck you Park Jimin,” I gasped as I slid two fingers in easily, I was ready for a dick but my fingers would have to suffice. I slowly fucked myself, moving my hips to meet my fingers, trying my best not to make a sound. 

“Need some help?” a voice whispered in my ear. I squeaked and tried to get up but he pushed me down on the chair. “So you want to fuck me?” I could hear the smirk in Jimin’s voice. 

“Dream on loverboy,” I whispered back. His hand trailed down my arm and he cupped me over my hand. He buried his face in my neck, licking and biting until he heard my moan. He chuckled. 

“Tell me, were you imagining what my dick would feel like in this pussy?” he said as he slipped a finger into me. “What it’d be like to be fucked senseless?” another finger. “To be fucked so hard that it’d be impossible for you to walk the next day,” third finger. His voice was breathy, sending vibrations through my body. He refused to move his fingers.

“Stop teasing,” I said through gritted teeth as I forced myself not to hump on his fingers like a bitch in heat. 

“So eager, so wet for me,” he bit down on my neck as he finally started moving his fingers at a maddeningly slow pace. He licked and bit, leaving a trail of purple bruises. I desperately wanted to touch my breasts but he trapped my hands in his other hand. Not allowing me to touch myself.

“Faster,” I commanded.

“No,” he chuckled. Why was he so frustrating? 

“Please ..” I whined.

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum on your goddamn fingers,” I begged.

“As you wish,” he earnestly started fucking me with his fingers. The room was filled with unholy squelching sounds. I couldn’t move my hands, he was holding them too tight. I couldn’t kiss him because he refused to leave me neck, the only thing I could do was gasp and moan. 

I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen as he fucked my mercilessly. He curled his fingers and I came undone. My orgasm exploded through me, literally, I squirted all over his fingers. He kept going, helping me ride out the pleasure. Finally he withdrew his fingers and patted my crotch as I went limp in the chair, all blissed out.

“Good night princess,” he lightly kissed me on the cheek and left. 

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London playlist

London - since 43 AD it has to be one of the more fascinating cities on Earth. Such a rich history. From Shakespeare Theatre to the music from there today. I just had to put a London playlist together. From Soho to Brixton, from Highgate to Clapham  what a collection of songs! It’s over 350 songs and it could easily expand to 400. **I have a separate England & Wales playlist coming, so, stay tuned for that**.

To play the songs, hit the link right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

ENGLAND & WALES playlist is coming soon! What songs have I left out? Let me know! Add your own songs! Cheers. Pip pip, tally ho!

LONDON 001 Generation X -  Day By Day 002 The Clash - London Calling 003 Austin Powers  - theme song (Soul Bossa? Nova ) 004 The Kinks - Dedicated Follower Of Fashion 005 Killing Joke - Empire Song 006 Black Sabbath - Wicked World 007 The Who - Welcome 008 The Damned - Neat, neat, neat 009 GIRLSCHOOL - LONDON 010 007 theme song 011 Motorhead - Motorhead 012 Wire - Ex Lion Tamer 013 David Bowie - Maid of Bond Street 014 The Misfits - London Dungeon 015 Rolling Stones - 016 The Adverts - Bored Teenagers 017 Siouxsie & The Banshees -  Spellbound 018 Penny Dreadful - Soundtrack - Main Theme 019 Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger 020 The Cure - Subway Song 021 Adam And The Ants -  Puss 'n' Boots 022 Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue 023 COIL - Fire of the mind 024 Public Image Ltd - One Drop. 025 LUSH - Breeze 026 Bliss Signal - Surge 027 The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 028 PhD - Won't Let You Down 029 Birthday Party - Hats On Wrong 030 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 031 Help Yourself - Reaffirmation 032 Grave Miasma - Gnosis of the summon 033 Roy Ayers - We Live In London Baby 034 Led Zeppelin - The Rover 035 Gang of Four - What we all want 036 Pet Shop Boys - West End Girl                 037 Sleaford Mods - 6 Horsemen (The Brixtons) 038 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 039 The Saint (original) - Theme 040 The Human League - Dont You Want Me 041 Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen 042 The Beatles - A Day In The Life 043 Def Leppard -  Love bites 044 The Stranglers - Another Camden Afternoon 045 The Kinks  - See My Friends 046 Elton John - Bennie and the Jets 047 Suede - Moving 048 Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 049 Cliff Richard & the Shadows - She's Gone 050 The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up 051 Loop - Fade Out 052 Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart - A13 053 The Magnetic Fields - All the Umbrellas in London 054 Wendy Carlos - Title Music From A Clockwork Orange (From Purcell's Music For The Funeral Of Queen Mary) 055 The Police - Every Little Thing she does it Magic 056 Cockney Rejects - The Greatest Cockney Rip Off 057 Spandau Ballet - Spandau Ballet Chant No.1 058 The Pretenders - Middle of the Road 059 The Who - Dogs 060 The Jam - London Girl 061 Cradle of Filth - Hurt and Virtue 062 Joy Division - Isolation 063 Nick Drake - At the Chime of a City Clock 064 Sham 69 - Cockney Kids Are Innocent 065 Deep Purple - Mandrake Root 066 Throbbing Gristle - Hit by a rock 067 David Bowie - Rubber Band 068 Roxy Music  - Do The Strand 069 Slaves - Cheer Up London 070 T. Rex - London Boys 071 Kirsty MacColl - Autumngirlsoup 072 New Model Army - Archway Towers 073 Scorpions - Lovedrive 074 Isaac Hayes - Doesnt Rain In London 075 Peter Tosh - Buk-In-Hamm Palace 076 The Slits - Typical Girls 077 Pharaoh Sanders - Midnight In Berkeley Square (Instrumental) 078 Blue Cheer - Girl From London 079 Sex Pistols - Satellite 080 Judas Priest - (The Hellion ) Electric Eye 081 UFO -  Lights Out 082 Joy Division - Digital 083 Muse - Uprising 084 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 085 Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 086 Fine Young Cannibals - Blue 087 New Order - Blue Monday 088 Würzel - Midnight In London 089 Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley 090 The Wildhearts - Down On London 091 Supertramp - Nothing To Show 092 Motörhead - Metropolis 093 Current 93 - Lucifer Over London 094 The Pogues - Dark Streets of London 095 The Cult - All Souls Avenue 096 The Jam - In The City 097 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks 098 Iggy Pop -  Play It Safe 099 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper 100 The Cure  - Lets Go To Bed 101 Suede - Animal Nitrate 102 Wire - field day for the sundays 103 Black Books  TV Show - Opening Theme 104 Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town 105 Madness - Primrose Hill 106 The Troggs  - No. 10 Downing Street 107 Iron Maiden -  Gangland 108 PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose 109 The Rollers - Soho 110 Electric Wizard - Lucifer's Slaves 111 The Buzzcocks -  Just Lust 112 Doctor Who Theme Tune 1980 113 Cathedral - Fountain Of Innocence 114 Pretenders - Swinging London 115 Hanoi Rocks - Tooting Bec Wreck 116 Es - 'Chemical 117 Bee Gees  - Trafalgar 118 The Peddlers    - Under London Lights 119 Cliff Richard - The Young Ones 120 Big Audio Dynamite - Sightsee M.C   121 ABC - Tower of London 122 Accept - London Leatherboys 123 Pitchshifter - Please Sir 124 Portishead -  We Carry On 125 John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night 126 The Lurkers - Ain't Got a Clue 127 Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on 128 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me 129 Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - From Her to Eternity 130 The Jam - London Traffic 131 The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow 132 The Kinks - Victoria 133 Heads Hands & Feet - Pete Might Spook The Horses 134 Whitesnake -  Long Way From Home 135 Queensryche - London 136 Concrete Blonde - Walking in London 137 Deep Purple - Fireball 138 The Ruts - dope for guns 139 Wham! - Bad Boys 140 Generation X - One Hundred Punks 141 Joe Jackson - Down To London 142 Anti-Nowhere League - Streets of London 143 The Wildhearts - Shandy Bang 144 David Bowie - The London Boys 145 The Human League - Human 146 Cockney Rejects - East end 147 Dire Straits - Eastbound Train 148 Ian Drury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 149 Sepultura -  Filthy rot 150 The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight 151 Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy 152 Purson -  Electric Landlady 153 Black Sabbath -  Tomorrow's Dream 154 The Clash - Guns of Brixton 155 Blood Ceremony - Lord Of Misrule 156 Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life - Penis Song 157 Gentlemans Pistols -  Hustler's Row 158 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 159 Jethro Tull - Cross Eyed Mary 160 The Yobs - The Ballad of the Warrington 161 Cradle of Filth - Principle Of Evil Made Flesh 162 Bruce Hornsby - The Black Rats Of London 163 Inspiral Carpets - How It Should Be 164 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxy Lady 165 PETULA CLARK - WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL 166 Lush - Olympia 167 Hunters & Collectors - Blind Eye 168 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 169 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World 170 UK Subs - C.I.D. 171 Queen - Dont Stop Me Now 172 Bruce Dickinson - Accident of Birth 173 the clash - capital radio one 174 UB40 - Here I Am (Come And Take Me) 175 The Meads Of Asphodel - Guts For Sale 176 Horrible Histories: Savage Songs - Boudicca 177 Swallow the Sun - Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. IV) 178 Mad Professor  - Ben Gone Wrong 179 Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better 180 Genesis - The Battle Of Epping Forest 181 The Damned -  problem child 182 Squeeze  - Cool For Cats 183 Manfred Mann - Belgravia 184 The Bee Gees - Walking Back to Waterloo 185 Pink Floyd - Waiting For The Worms 186 Madness - Victoria Gardens 187 Paradise Lost - Soul Courageons 188 YES  - Roundabout 189 PJ Harvey - This Is Love 190 The Horrors - Jack The Ripper 191 King Crimson - Red 192 The Smiths - How Soon Is Now 193 Level 42 - Heathrow 194 Intaferon - Get Out Of London 195 Burt Bacharach - Bond street 196 David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust 197 The Clash - Londons Burning 198 Killing Joke - Follow The Leaders 199 Saxon - The Court of the Crimson King 200 Buzzcocks - Harmony in My Head 201 Fairport Convention - Fiddlesticks (Peel Session) 202 Napalm Death - Errors In The Signals 203 Empire  - Hot Seat 204 Anathema - Shroud of Frost 205 Pitchshifter - Condescension 206 The Beatles - Hey Jude 207 Affinity - Highgate 208 KLF - 3 A.M. Eternal (Pure Trance) 209 Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London 210 David Axelrod - London 211 The Wombles - Wellington Goes To Waterloo 212 EastEnders Theme 213 Cathedral - Hypnos 164 214 Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual 215 Alan Moore with Tim Perkins - The Highbury Working A Beat Seance 216 Transvision Vamp - Sex Kick 217 Elton John - Tell Me When The Whistle Blows 218 Firebird - Bow bells 219 The Jam - A' Bomb In Wardour Street 220 Caravan  - Waterloo Lily 221 Lord Sutch & Heavy Friends - Flashing Lights 222 David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things 223 Hot Chocolate - West End of Park Lane 224 Thames television ident 1984 225 Newtown Neurotics - Living With Unemployment 226 Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up 227 Suede - Metal Mickey 228 Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 229 Killing Joke - The Gathering 230 Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want 231 Kate Bush - Babooshka 232 Iron Maiden - The Prophecy 233 The Cure - Disintegration 234 The Damned - I Just Can't Be Happy Today 235 WIRE - Silk Skin Paws 236 Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets 237 Souixee & the Banshees - Cascade 238 Jethro Tull - Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square 239 AC/DC -  Rising Power 240 Alternative TV - Life After Life 241 Napalm Death - Deceiver (Peel Sessions) 242 Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London 243 Bucks Fizz - London Town 244 The Sweet - Blockbuster! 245 999 - Bent Cross 246 The Groundhogs - Split, Pt. 1 247 Bow Wow Wow - Go Wild in the Country 248 Blood Ceremony -  Half Moon Street 249 Ming Tea feat. Austin Powers - BBC One 250 Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song 251 Big Audio Dynamite - EMC2 252 Crass - Banned from the Roxy 253 Sleaford Mods - Chaos Down In SoHo 254 Big Ben Chimes of Westminster, London 255 PJ Harvey - A Place Called Home 256 The Ruts - Staring at the rude boys 257 The Times - Whatever Happened To Thames Beat 258 Quincy Jones - London Derriere 259 Lush - Hypocrite 260 PIL - Reggie Song 261 The Style Council - You're The Best Thing 262 UK Subs - Dirty Girls 263 COIL - Slur 264 Frank Zappa - Dead girls of London 265 Iron Maiden - Prowler 266 The Slits - Difficult Fun 267 Killing Joke -  Kings and Queens 268 Simple Minds - Chelsea Girl 269 Motorhead - Bomber 270 XTC - Towers Of London 271 Blitzkrieg  - Hell to pay 272 Gryphon - Opening Move 273 The Challengers - The Streets of London 274 Peggy March - In Der Carnaby Street 275 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 276 The Pogues - London You're a Lady 277 The Lords Of The New Church - Portobello 278 Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff 279 Joe Jackson - The Evil Eye 280 The Deviants - Garbage 281 Benny Hill Show  - Wild Women 282 Suzi Quatro - Crash 283 Madness - day on the town 284 SHAKESPEAR'S SISTER -  I Don't Care 285 Whitesnake - Wine Women An Song 286 Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine 287 Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 288 Bauhaus - In the flat field 289 Dead Can Dance - In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated 290 Paul McCartney -  Old Siam, Sir 291 Lush - De-Luxe 292 AC/DC - let's get it up 293 Sophia Loren & Peter Sellers - Bangers and mash 294 Black Sabbath - Childfren of the grave 295 Psychic TV - The orchids 296 Miracle - The Strife Of Love In A Dream 297 Carter USM - Lean On Me I Won't Fall Over 298 Screaming Lord Sutch - Jack the Ripper 299 WIRE - the 15th 300 Mott the Hoople - Honaloochie Boogie 301 Soft Machine - The Camden Tandem 302 Are You Being Served Theme 303 CATHEDRAL - Serpent Eve 304 Booker T. & The MG's - Carnaby Street 305 Culture Club - It's A Miracle 306 Motorhead - Nothing Up My Sleeve 307 Killing Joke - Money is not our God 308 Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy 309 WIRE - Please take 310 Bananarama - Hey young London 311 The Jam - Carnaby Street 312 Catapilla - Charing Cross   313 The Shadows - Chelsea Boot 314 Ride - Chelsea Girl 315 The Damned  - Grimly Fiendish 316 Marillion - Chelsea Monday 317 Slowdive - Celia's Dream 318 The Clash - Gates of the west 319 Thin Lizzy - Half Caste 320 David Bowie -  I dig everything 321  VUUR - Days Go By - London 322 Elvis Costello - [I Don't Want To Go To] Chelsea 323 Uriah Heep - Walking in your shadow 324 Genesis - Invisible Touch 325 Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones 326 Curve - Fait Accompli   327 Silverfish ‎- Crazy 328 Iron Maiden - Killers 329 Killing Joke -  Ghost Of Ladbroke Grove 330 Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK 331 Paradise lost - remembrance 332 The Fall - Leave the Capitol 333 The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset 334 WIRE - Keep exhaling 335 The Peddlers - raining in London 336 Motorhead - damage case 337 10cc - Shock On The Tube (Don't Want Love) 338 Swervedriver - Rave Down 339 Spike Milligan - Tower Bridge 340 Phil Lynott - Solo In Soho 341 Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery 342 The Who - Pinball wizard 343 Pulp - Mile end 344 Generation X - Running with the Boss Sound 345 OMD - If You Leave 346 PiL - Public Image 347 Monty Python's Flying Circus TV show - theme song 348 Hall & Oates - London, Luck & Love 349 The Horrors - Three decades 350 Cathedral - Midnight Mountain 351 Killing Joke - glitch 352 Judas Priest - The Ripper 353 Air Raid Siren London Blitz 354 Dragonforce - Fury and the storm 355 Elastica - Connection 356 the Psychedelic Furs - Dumb waiters 357 Samantha Fox - Touch me 358 Wang Chung - Dance hall days 359 Kim Wilde - Water on glass 360 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Overground 361 Atomic Rooster - Tomorrow night 362 Fleetwood Mac - My Heart Beat Like a Hammer 363 Rainbow - Self Portrait 364 Billy Ocean - Love really hurts without you 365 Art of Noise - Beat box (division one) 366 Eurythmics - Never Gonna Cry Again 367 Samson - Grime Crime 368 Go West - we close our eyes 369 Ultravox - Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead 370 King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man 371 Visage - Visage 372 Sandy Denny - Let's Jump The Broomstick 373 Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More 374 Fields Of The Nephilim - Blue water 375 Leftfield - Open Up 376 Blancmange - I've Seen The Word 377 Thomas Dolby - Flying north 378 Sisters of Mercy - Temple of love 379 Royal Orchestra - Royal Entrance Queen Elizabeth II 380 Pink Floyd - Goodbye blue sky 666 David Bowie -  London Bye Ta - Ta 

Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

[sneezefiction]

dreaming of you

Sugawara x Reader - Scenario

@0hakaashi‘s request: “can I request suga with #11 (dreams)? ty💕”

a/n: sometimes you write fluff... sometimes that fluff is sickeningly sweet and makes you want to cry out of pure comfort and warmth. have a little taste of that with Sugawara tonight, my loves <3

warnings: none!

wc: 1750

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Sugawara’s apartment has seen some pretty crazy things.

It witnessed that wild, drunk dancing phase of yours that knocked over way more than just a few breakable items. Your first kisses as a couple and endless domestic, morning pecks with the ever-so gentle boy. It watched as a multitude of sleepovers went from being strict study nights to early morning giggles thanks to distractions like a new song release, Napoleon Dynamite dance routine attempts, and melted ice cream on cherry-tinted lips.

The poster-covered walls knew you better than some of your closest friends. You’d left your mark there. With little, accidental chips and water-stains on wooden furniture. On that old, grey carpet that caught several pain-induced tears, while the rest of your crying was usually muffled by Suga’s thin, white t-shirts. By adding a toothbrush as well as shampoo and conditioner to his bathroom.

You, Sugawara, and this nostalgia-drenched apartment have experienced quite a lot.

And, even if it hasn’t all been perfect, you’ve been lavished in over a year's worth of sunkissed memories. Days that would always start snuggled up under his chin, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his sturdy chest. With the tenderest of touches, he’d caress your cheek using the back of his hand every morning without fail. Every time you opened your eyes to his chestnut-brown irises, your heart would flutter involuntarily. 

It almost seems fake. That this world, which used to be dull and lifeless, could paint itself into a rainbow of colors only the two of you could see.

Once again, you’re splayed across his bed on your stomach, stopping the gentle sway of your legs and placing your phone down in front of you to see Suga’s silvery tufts of hair, his honey-brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling.

You’d spent the night at his place again and, as per usual, the morning is quiet. The first 20 or so minutes filled with stretching, phone-scrolling, and snuggles.

He reaches his slender hands upward, stretching his arms toward the open air of the quiet bedroom.

A heavy, golden stream of sunlight casts the shadow of a window onto your wall, along with the outlines of his fingers and thumbs. But as soon as he loses interest in the gleaming sunrise colors that dripped down his hand, Suga drops his arm and lifts himself up to face you, seeking an answer.

Words as soft as a young bird’s feathers ruffle the silence of the cool air.

“Would you be mad if I got super cheesy right now?” Suga asks cooly, his question genuine.

You tilt your head, a small smirk forming because you’ve seen this face before. It’s the look you got before he lavished you with sweet sayings and almost sickening, lovey-dovey phrases.

You used to fuss at him, flick his forehead, cover your face in embarrassment… the whole nine-yards just to avoid his compliments and the tingly feelings that followed.

“I have a feeling you’re just gonna say it anyways, so you might as well.” You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows and using the palms of your hands to hold your chin.

“You know me so well.” A cheeky grin spreads across his face.

Suga shifts himself up and over to you as he gently lays his head onto your middle.

It’s a tingly, ticklish sensation. His consistent show of closeness and affection always had you melting into him, like clay being warmed by a careful potter's knowing hands. Your hands automatically start carding through his unreasonably soft hair and he hums into the touch before continuing his thoughts.

“Y/n, you’re so good to me.” He breathes out, beginning to build his web of thoughts.

“Things have just… flowed well for me ever since you came into my life.” Suga tilts his head back into your brushing fingers and strokes your thigh with the back of his hand.

“You always make me laugh, you understand me, and wow are you gorgeous. You’re pretty much perfect.” He says while a smile forms on his visage and heat rises to your own face along with a copycat smile of your own.

But the conversation takes an unusual turn.

“And, well, I dunno...”

“...sometimes it almost feels a bit unreal.”

He huffs out an amused sigh because the words sound much funnier out loud than they did in his head. But he might as well continue. You’ve heard him say much weirder, far more… questionable things.

You tug lightly at his sterling strands. With a soft, “Mhmm,” and an unseen smile, you prompt him to continue.

“I’m serious! You’ve somehow even managed to work your way into my dreams most nights, actually.” He admits, letting out a breathy laugh, your own soft giggle following.

He notes how nice it is to feel you laugh against his head, mentally snap-shotting the moment. But Sugawara wants to add one more thing, twisting the moment slightly. Something that could potentially pause that splendid laughter.

“...so when I wake up, I always wonder if you’ll actually still be there... y’know, with me...” The hand that was once twirling his hair now pauses its movements.

You shift yourself upwards so that you’re sitting with your back snug against the bed’s headboard, moving Suga’s head to be in the center of your lap.

With his face more readily availble to you, you’re now tracing the outline of his features while processing his words, gazing deeply into an unreadable expression.

“So you’re trying to tell me…” You brush a few strands of hair away from his eyes, cocking your head to the side with a look that says, ‘Are you being serious right now?’

“...that because things are going so well right now...”

You lean in closer to his face, which lays perpendicular to your own. “...hell, maybe a little too well...”

“...and because I somehow interfere with your subconscious while you’re asleep…” Your nose brushes gently against his, a small flush coloring his pale skin.

“...that you’re worried I might just up and leave you someday?” You quirk an eyebrow and a small smirk appears on your face.

It was an unfounded insecurity... and most insecurities don’t like to listen to logic.

He averts his gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

You hover over his face a little longer before tilting your head to ghost your lips meticulously over his.

Even though you’ve taken the initiative, it’s impossible to not get a little flustered with his minty breath gently fanning over your face. You become acutely aware of the subtle shifting of his hands, pressing ever so slightly into the bed at your close contact.

Suga’s golden-brown eyes close and just as he lifts his head off your lap to steal a kiss, you teasingly lean back earning the sweetest of pouts in return.

At your refusal to appease him, Suga rolls his head to the side, avoiding eye-contact with you.

“Well now I just feel silly.” He sulks, face jokingly downcast and blush lightly tinting the apples of his cheeks.

You can’t help but chuckle softly. Your boyfriend has always been a funny one, but it’s hard for you to believe that he would have so little faith in you. Even if it was a passing doubt, you never wanted him to think that the absence of good times meant that you would leave him too.

Because Suga had made a point of always being there.

Always sticking around. Never leaving you, a teammate, a family member, or even a lost stranger behind. He would take anyone by the hand and lead them to a safe place with utmost care. Hell, you bet that even in his dreams, he would still clasp your fingers tightly with his and not let go unless you absolutely begged him… though you doubt that the dream version of youself would ever be stupid enough to ask Suga to untwine your hand from his.

So you decide to be the cheesy one for a change.

You lean over him once more, but this time you use both of your palms to draw his face toward yours. A beautiful, squinty smile adorns your once teasing expression and greets his soft, pouty one. You proceed by blowing cool air into his eyes, causing him to shut them in mild discomfort, which allows you to sneakily take his lips into yours, melding them together tenderly.

He immediately responds by lifting up one of his hands to caress your face, deepening the sleepy, sunrise kiss.

It’s warm and comforting.

And as though a cool breeze had just brushed over your skin, you feel a shiver run down your arms when Suga gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.

Sitting up a little, Sugawara finds himself taking in your saccharine taste. His thumb pleasantly skims over your cheek causing you to smile slightly, breaking the flow of the slow kiss.

As you pull away, you could almost melt at the adoring gaze Sugawara gifts you with. All he can do is blink gratefully at you while relishing in the rare, precious silence. He’s right in front of you, sitting up just enough for the sunlight to catch his silver hair, gracing it with a shimmering gold halo of sorts.

You let out a contented sigh and lean forward to place your forehead on top of his shoulder, inhaling his clean lavender scent. It’s fresh and soft. A little smoky even? It might be from that cologne you gave him last Christmas. Nostalgia combined with a hint of sweetly fragranced detergent. You hum into his white t-shirt and he rests his cheek onto the side of your head.

At his touch, you simply decide that he smells like home.

“Hey Suga…?” You whisper through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Hmm?”

“You’re a little weird...” A humorous, closed-mouth smile forms on both of your faces.

“Hey now, I thought we were having a moment?” Suga sighs into your hair, some of the lose strands tickling your ear in the process.

“Let me finish!” You quietly huff in mock exasperation.

He nods and you sink a little deeper into the crook of his neck, prompting him to place his arms around you to pull you closer.

“I was gonna say: you’re a little weird, but I’m glad I’ve somehow made my way into your dreams.”

There’s a pause, a breath, and an exhalation.

“I’m glad because I always want to be with you. Whether it’s here in the real world or up there in your pretty little head.”

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[zmayadw]

Hello :) 

It’s time for the next part :)

Thanks again to all who read it so far!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 3

I woke up with the sun already out, making my eyes adjust to the light again. I checked the clock above doors. 9.45. Huh, nice, I tought, the nurse didnt lie when she said the pain meds would make me sleep better. I felt more rested today, but still pretty sore. I managed to get up and go to bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror -I looked like hell. I hoped Jessy would come today with my stuff, I needed some fixing up urgently. As I was leaving the bathroom, my phone beeped with new message. My heart jumped with excitement,only to see it was Jessy. „Hey hey, sleeping beauty, im sorry, you will have to manage without my awesomness today, but dont worry, i'm sending the next best person to keep you company! ;D Call you later ,kisses!“ I smiled as I layed back to bed. That sweet nurse from before entered my room smiling. „Good morning, hun, hope you slept well“. „I sure did, thanks.“ I replied, while she settled the food tray with breakfast on the stand. She helped me make myself comfortable in bed, and putted the tray in front of me, when a voice came from the door. „Doris! My favorite nurs!“ It was Dan, and Doris chuckled as Dan came over to the bed. „Oh my, hun, if I knew who your friend was, I would have brought you something stronger then this tea“ I laughed, while Dan made a gesture with his hands, stabing at his heart. „Awww, c'mon Doris, dont be so cruel, you know you like me!“ Doris just waved her head as she went for the door. „If this schmuck starts to bother you too much, you just yell hun.“  I smiled at her „Thanks Doris, I might just do that.“  Dan looked at me. „Is that a 'thank you' I get for coming here?“ he siad, being dramatic as Dans always is. I grinned „Ofcourse not! But its entertaining to see you all squirmy.“ „Tsk,tsk, sure, pick on poor Dan.“ He grabed a chair and sat next to the bed. „You look like shit, Maya.“  „Gee, thanks Dan, thats really what I wanted to hear.“ I said, even tho I knew he was right, I did look awful. „Hey, dont get mad at me, I just say it as it is! Luckily, Dan is here to the rescue..again.“ he said handing me my backpack. „ Jessy went through your stuff, and filled your pack with what she tought you might need the most. She said to text her later if theres anything else you need so she can bring it.“ „Thanks Dan.“ I said taking the backpack from him. „And I mean thanks, not just for this.“ Dan looked at me, and I could read a bit of worry on his face. He quickly tried to hide it „Hey, no need to thank me, I told you once before, if theres a damsel in distress, im here to help.“ „Damsel“ I snorted. „Doubt that a damsel would act so stupid as I did.“ I felt that awfull feeling of guilt taking over me again. „Look Maya, i'm really not the one to judge you here. Yes, what you did was Incredibly stupid, and lets be honest, you almost got yourself killed. When Lily called me and told me everything, I was so pissed at both of you, well you mostly, but also kinda excited that someone actualy took the matter into its own hands.“ I looked at him with awe, I didnt quite expect it. He continued „And frankly, I kinda expected something like this from you sooner or later, well at least the part of you coming to Duskwood. As I was running to my car, calling Thomas and filing him in on everything,I got really angry at you for not turning to me for help. You know I would help you no matter what, I told you that hundred of times before.“  „Yes Dan, I know you would.“ I said, even more of that guilt creeping in. „But you didnt! Then I tought, maybe afterall you didnt trust me enough as you said.“ „I did trust you, I do trust you Dan, you have to know that.“ Now even tears started forming in my eyes. „I know, Maya, its just how I felt at the time. And when I got to the mine, Thomas was already there, with this cop who was close by and responded to the call since I told Lily to inform that inspector guy. He said we should wait for backup, but stuborn as I am, I just rushed in, Thomas yelling after me, but I just kept running. Good thing they went after me, because God only knows what would happen if they didnt.“ I couldnt keep the tears anymore, and I just burst out crying. Dan got up from his chair, sat next to me on the bed, hugging me. „ As I said im not here to judge you, or make you fell more guilty. Heck, I might have done the same thing, or something worse. Things wer starting to get us really nowhere, and something happening was kinda of a kickoff for me. And im not mad at you any more Maya, just to get that out in the opet.“ „Thanks Dan, I really appriciate it.“ I barely managed through my tears. „Yeah,yeah, im awesom, I know.“ He grined at me, as i looked him with eyes full of tears. He huged me a bit tighter, and I rested my head on his shoulder. „You got me really freaking scared there in that mine, Maya. When I saw you like that..“ he paused.  „I cant say how much im sorry about all, Dan. I did more harm then good, and I betrayed all of you guys again.“ „Well, at the end, you did find Hannah, so im sure Thomas wont have that much of a grudge.“ He grined at me, handing me a tissue, wich made me relax a bit. „Yes I did. And how are our little love birds doing?“ i asked wiping the tears, as Dan moved back to the chair. „Oh, theyr fine. Thomas is not letting Hannah alone for one milisecond, wich is a bit too wooshy mooshy if you ask me.“ He mad a face of gaging. „Oh, c'mon mister tough guy, that picture Jessy sent me of you two from last night was quite mooswhy wooshy in my eyes.“ I said teasingly. „If you ever say that to anyone about me, and I mean ANYONE, i swear Maya...“ I didnt let him finish, I just grined „Dont worry, your mooshy wooshy secret is safe with me.“ „Good, good. So when are they letting you go from this shit hole?“ „Oh, come on, its not that terrible here: food is not bad, room is nice and quiet, and I have a killer wiev, what's the hurry?“ „I promised you some whiskey.“ he grined „And Jessy wont let me drink, but when you get out she wont be abel to say no.“ „ You really ARE scared of Jessy.“ I said laughing. „She might be small, but the woman is a dynamite when serious!“ I laughed so hard, the tea I just sipped when out through my nose. „Thanks Dan, I needed this.“ „Dan to the rescue.“ He smiled and winked. „Sooo...“ he starte, and I got a feeling I knew what he gonna ask me. „Did the 'hackerboy' contaced you by now?“ „His name is Jake, could you please not call him that anymore.“ I said a bit too stern maybe. „All right, all right, no need to get all serious on me now. Did 'Jake' contacted you?“  I hesitated for a brief moment before answering „No, nothing yet. And to be honest, might be better like that. I myself am not too eager for that talk .“ „Heh, I can understand that. If I was that much pissed at you back then, I dont want to imagine how much 'hac..' , sorry, Jake is pissed at you right now.“  „Well, I guess I will find out soon enough..if he still wants to talk to me at all.“  Dan putted on his serious face, but with a little grin on it „Hey, if he talks bad to you, let me know, i'll show him off!“ „Ohh, im sure you would enjoy that..maybe even to much.“ I said, him grinning even more. „But thanks, Dan, again, for everything.“ „Yeah,yeah, dont you get all wooshy mooshy on me now also.“ he said, getting up. „Well, I gotta go. You get better soon, and call if you need anything.“  „Thanks, Dan, sure will.“ I replied, and waved him goodby. Doris came shortly after Dan left, and got me off the IV, suggesting I take a shower. I grabbed the pack Jessy sent me, and went through it. I took out some underweare, clean shirt and sweatpants, grabbed the shampoons, tooth brush and paste and headed for the bathroom. The shower did feel nice, but it took me ages to finish it, since I was still quite sore. A big bruise at my ribs was still making me short breathed at the times, and all the other cuts and bruises didnt help with easing the pain either. I had a  cut on the back of my head, wich was the reason my head still throbed a lot. I brushed my teeth, looked myself in the mirror, and already could notice some color coming back to my cheeks. I got back to bed and took my phone, might aswell check those messages and emails, its not like I'm have anything smarter to do. Most emails wer not important, I answered a few I needed, and switched to messages. Most of missed calls and messages wer from the night of the incident, so not much replaying needed here. Cleo sent a message saying shes happy im ok, and she will come to visit soon. Thomas also sent a message, thanking me for everything, emphasising tho that I was reckles and how all could have ended differently, but still no grudges from his side. He was just too happy Hannah was back with him. Ofcourse, they all wished me to get well soon, and they cant wait for when I get out so we can all meet properly.I replied to both, thanking them for good wishess. Staring at my chats screen, I opened my conversation with Jake. He was offline, ofcourse. I stared at the blinking pointer on the text space, but I didnt know what to write. My head was blank, I couldnt think of anything. After few minutes I exited the chat, settling the phone aside, and turning the tv on. Maybe some movie or something will get me relaxed a bit. I switched through channels, till I found something acceptable to watch. I ajusted myself on the pillow, and before I knew, dozed off.

[aliendes]

Clingy

From the BTS song lyric drabble game: #3 in the dynamite drabble game for jimin pls & ty!

3. Say what you want

Warnings: cursing, angst, with a sort of fluffy ending? unedited as always

Word count: 1.9k~

It was your day off from work today, Saturday, one of your favorite days of the week. You got to sleep in this morning, and when you woke up it was a beautiful day, sun shining, no rain in the forecast even though it had rained all week.

You lounged around in bed all morning, not really doing much except text your boyfriend Jimin and scroll through Twitter. It’s been a really great day so far, and you were in a really great mood. Once you finally decided to get out of bed, you took a shower and got changed into some workout clothes. You were feeling really good today and since it was finally warm out, you decided to go for a jog.

You didn’t go too far from your apartment, going around the block a few times, texting Jimin the entire time. You two talked about making plans for tomorrow night and texted back and forth about how you missed each other. It was nice. You were happy. Because you were in such a good mood you decided to jog over to Jimin’s company building which was only a few blocks away and surprise him. You typically visit at least once per week and everyone there knows you at this point, having been together for the last three years.

Walking into Big Hit you wave at the receptionist and the security guard, who both wave back to you with sweet smiles. You return them, of course, and make your way towards the elevators.

You knew from your earlier text conversations that Jimin and the rest of the boys were practicing choreography today, so you went to the floor with the practice rooms and walked through the hallways until you heard music. Stopping outside the door, you looked at yourself in the reflection of your phone, fixing a couple of stray hairs.

When you walked in, the first person you saw was Jungkook who was sitting on a couch against the far wall. When he saw you, you quickly put a finger up to your mouth to signal him to stay quiet. A bunny smile grew on his face as he nodded quickly. The music was fairly low, and you looked to your left and saw Hoseok and Namjoon trying to learn a couple of moves for a new choreography. Other than that, no one else was dancing. When you looked to your right, you saw Taehyung and Jimin standing in the other corner near a table that had all their drinks and coffees on it. You started to make your way towards your boyfriend, who had his back to you as he talked to his best friend.

When you approached, you started to hear the conversation that was taking place.

“I don’t know, Tae,” Jimin sighed, “she just seems so clingy lately. It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

Your heart and your smile dropped at his words. You haven’t even seen Jimin in over a week. What did he mean you were clingy. You stopped moving towards the pair when you met Taehyung’s wide eyed stare, like he had been caught red handed. You gave him a sad smile, letting him know it wasn’t his problem.

When Jimin noticed his friend’s stare, he followed his gaze, spinning around, until his eyes met your misty ones. You blinked a few times to try and fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, to no avail. You watched as Jimin’s expression changed from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed in a matter of three seconds. “YN-”

You didn’t want to hear it. You spun around and started running. You ran through the practice room door and straight to the stairwell, ignoring the shouts of Jimin and now who you thought was Jungkook.

Once you reached the bottom floor, you were panting hard, but you pushed through the pain and ran out the front doors of the building and down the block. The adrenaline and hurt you were feeling fueled your fire and you ran all the way home. Not that it was super far, but by the time you got there, your lungs burned as you collapsed on the floor of your kitchen. Your knees cracked against the tile floor as you fell, sobbing into the palms of your hands.

Why would he say such things? You couldn’t imagine a world in which he ever thought you were clingy. You felt crushed. How long has he felt that way, how long has he been talking about you behind your back? You had so many questions, but didn’t know if you really wanted answers to them.

A shrill ring of the doorbell brought you out of your reverie, making your head snap in the direction of the front door. After the bell stopped, you heard banging. Loud banging. “YN!”

Jimin.

“YN-” more loud bangs, “please! Please open the door, YN.”

You sobbed even harder at the sound of his voice. You shouldn’t feel sorry for him, for the pain in his voice, when you were the one breaking down on your kitchen floor.

“YN if you don’t open the door I’m coming in. I know the code,” came Jimin’s muffled voice again, followed by a few more bangs. You contemplated getting up, but thought better of it. He was going to come in anyways, might as well wallow in your self pity a little longer. You scooted backwards until your back was against your kitchen cabinets, knees pulled to your chest as you hugged yourself. A few seconds later you heard the beeping of your keypad and the locking mechanism open.

You didn’t look up when you heard quiet footsteps approaching. Nor did you look up when they stopped right in front of you.

“Fuck,” Jimin hissed as he looked at your sad form, bruised and bloody knees, hair a mess from running your hands through it, and tears on your arms from wiping so aggressively at your face. He knelt down in front of you, hands hovering over you. He wasn’t sure if he should touch you right now, so instead he used his words, “YN, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. Please, please look at me.” He sounded like he was crying now, but you didn’t want to look up at him. Didn’t want him to see you like this. “Please let me explain?” It was phrased like a question, even though you knew he was going to talk anyways, so you cut him off, snapping your head up to look at him. He held back a gasp at the sight of your tear and mascara stained face.

“Explain? You don’t need to explain. I heard you loud and clear, Jimin. But I know that won't stop you, so go on, say what you want. Tell me how clingy and awful I am.” Your tears had stopped now and all you felt was anger. How could he think he had the right to burst in here after what he said about you?

Jimin let out a sigh and closed his eyes, sinking down onto the floor and pressing his back against the cabinets opposite you. You could see the tears starting to run down his face as he tried to steady his breathing. “I know I fucked up. I really don’t have a good excuse for why I said those things, and I know you wont believe me when I say I didn’t mean them,” you scoff, making him open his eyes and look at you sadly, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness or your understanding, YN. I never should have said you were clingy. I don’t know why I even said it - fuck, I’m so fucking stupid.” He rubbed his hand down the front of his face, wiping away the tears. “I’ve just been feeling so overwhelmed lately, and we were talking about making plans tomorrow -”

You cut him off before he could go any further, “Jimin we haven’t seen each other in a week. Even so, if you didn’t want to make plans, why didn’t you just say no instead of agreeing?

“I know, I know! I’ve just been feeling so exhausted with work and the new album and I can’t get these damn dances down. I’m so fucking tired, YN. I told you yes because I didn’t want to let you down, and then I let the fact that I was tired drive my words and my actions when I was talking with Tae. I don’t think you’re clingy. I don’t think that at all, I swear. Me being tired is no excuse for those words, and I am so, so fucking sorry.”

You could see and feel that he was telling the truth, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. “You’re right, Jimin. Being tired isn’t an excuse.”

“I know,” he looked down as more silent tears rolled down his puffy cheeks, “I know that. I was looking for someone, or something, to blame my frustration on, and since we’ve been texting all morning, my brain went straight to you.”

It wasn’t a good explanation, but you understood where he was coming from. You’ve definitely lashed out on people because they were standing too close before, but again, it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. “While I believe you,” you started, making Jimin lift his head to look at you, a hopeful look in his eyes, “it doesn’t change the fact that what you said was extremely hurtful, Jimin.” A few tears streamed down your face as you spoke, prompting Jimin to slide closer to you and reach a hand out to touch you, before he thought better of it and let his hand stay there, midair.

Pursing your lips, you moved closer slightly, letting your cheek rest in the palm of his hand. You melted at his touch, having not felt it for over a week. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he sobbed as your eyes closed at his gentle touch, “I know it doesn’t fix it, but I will do everything I can to fix this and to be better for you.”

You opened your eyes and looked into Jimin’s watery ones, “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, but I love you, Jimin. Don’t be stupid anymore.”

Jimin gives you a small smile, rubbing his thumb against the apple of your cheek, “I know. I love you, too, baby,” he pulls away and scoots closer to you so his back is against the same cabinets as yours, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I told the guys I wouldn’t be back today. I hope that’s okay.”

“What would you do if I said no?”

He narrows his eyes at you playfully, “Go cry at the park.”

You let out a snort at his words, “Maybe I should say no so you can learn your lesson.”

He sighs, “I mean, I won't hold it against you. But I would much rather stay here. Besides, you need someone to clean your knees up, and probably carry you to your bed.” He’s smirking now, realizing his words are true.

Looking down at your bruised knees, you try to straighten your legs, only to wince at the searing pain you feel in them. “Oh shit,” you breath, “that really hurts.”

“Hey, you’re okay,” Jimin says as he stands up, picking you up bridal style with him, “I got you now, and I always will.”

[petri808]

Bakudeku canon divergent, vampire quirk AU

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When Bakugou finally woke up in the Ena City Hospital, his head was splitting worse than a punch from Kirishima in full quirk, and ears rang with the force of all 108 New Year’s bell tolls. If he’d had no memory of the night before, Bakugou swore he’d just survived the worst hangover in history. Even his eyes hurt from the bright, piercing fluorescent lights and they weren’t even open! He turned his head to the side, noticing how much effort it took just to shift in such a small manner. It was as if his body was drained of... “Ugh, that bastard,” he groaned. ‘Fucker bit me.’ And as if to add insult to injury, a pin-prick pain in his neck revealed itself in that revelation.

His arm flopped up, hand straining with jerky strokes, reaching to touch the fresh bite wound located at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He flinched at the tender, bruising pain that sent a shock down his spine. Son-of— This just in! Pro Hero Dynamite cast in one of those cliché vampire movies that went straight to video. Definitely not the career start he’d envisioned.

“Oh, good you’re finally awake Mr. Bakugou.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he spat at the male voice. “And can someone turn the fucking lights off?!”

“I am Doctor Ishihira, and my apologies,” the doctor flicked off the overhead light. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” he grumped.

“Mr. Bakugou, you were found yesterday morning and brought in suffering from hypovolemic shock due to severe blood loss and dehydration. We’ve treated you with 3 liters of IV fluids and blood plasma to bring your numbers back up, however you’ll still be groggy until your body replenishes the nutrients you were stripped of.”

Over a day had passed! At hearing he’d been out cold for so long, Bakugou immediately clenched his fists, swearing up and down about being released until they threatened to sedate him for longer. Longer?! He begrudgingly relented and settled down, but damn it! That meant Midoriya had another head start on him again! And now that the man knew he was on his trail, finding him would be a lot more difficult!

“What the hell is hypo-whatever shock?” Bakugou questioned.

“When you were found, you were in and out of consciousness and rambling incoherently, all signs of severe blood loss. The fatigue you’re still feeling is also due to the effects of it. Luckily the amount of loss wasn’t enough to start shutting down your organs.”

The doctor continued explaining a few more details regardless of the tantrum like a robot. Minor injuries he’d been treated for. The obvious puncture wounds in his neck, questioning Bakugou about any description he could provide of his attacker. He wasn’t about to tell this doctor or any authority figure who the true culprit was, so he feigned a temporary retrograde amnesia. Based on a raised brow, peering over his glass’s expression, the doctor didn’t look very convinced. Oh well, Bakugou really didn’t care about the man’s opinion.

“Mr. Bakugou, we also called you parents…”

“You what?!” Bakugou tried to jump off the bed, but his body absolutely refused to respond and ended up flopping like a dying fish. Ugh! He really was worse off than he’d thought.

“I’m sorry, but you are a minor, so we were obligated to do so. However, they did give us permission to treat and release you on your own recognizance once we felt you were better.”

Well, that was good news. ‘Sounds like mom actually listened to my letter.’ Or the authorities surely would have shown up by now. “Ugh! So, how much longer am I stuck here?”

“If you continue to recover well, tomorrow morning.”

Fuck! Now a three-day head start! Just great, he groaned. Midoriya could get far away with that kind of a jump start. “Fine, whatever! Now go the fuck away.”

The doctor left the room after explaining how nurses will be monitoring his progress, but to also let them know if anything started to feel worse. They needed to know if he developed any lasting effects from organ damage. Once he was alone again, Bakugou rolled gingerly onto his side as his mind processed the new information. Whatever Midoriya had been hit with must be the cause of this weird blood thirst that resembled a goddamn vampire plot line. Perhaps the significance of the blood coloring in his eyes was a sign of that thirst taking hold? That’ll be a handy tell, too bad it seemed to appear within seconds of the next step.

But if Midoriya had just fed on a victim, and history showed at times, a span of days before the next incident, what had caused his friend to attack him so fast? Was this thirst like a hunger? And what happens when you exercise or exert yourself? You use up energy. ‘Duh, Katsuki.’ Fighting and expending all that energy must have triggered the attack. ‘Wow, it burns fast.’ That meant Midoriya probably struggled to control this thirst, and that’s why he was pleading for him to leave him alone. But sorry, he couldn’t do that. ‘Fucker shouldn’t have run!’ One way or another he is getting his friend back home where he belonged. In fact, this only made his drive to find Midoriya stronger because he felt like he was partially to blame for the predicament his friend was in. The guy had to be scared, freaked out, and lonely. Bakugou’s heart clenched at the thought. He knew his friend was a social person by nature who loved being around friends and family. To be stuck out here all by himself and too frightened because of whatever this new quirk was had to be horrible… and utterly not fair. Of course, he did have a tendency to isolate himself when he feared…

Bakugou groaned. “Kami, not again with this shit!” When was Midoriya gonna learn to stop running away!

As his eyes relented to the fatigue and his mind slipped back into unconsciousness, Bakugou could only pray he’ll get a lead as soon as he got out of this hospital. This strange new quirk, if that’s really what it was, posed a serious danger not only to Midoriya, but the public. The reputation of pro hero’s had taken a major hit already because of AFO and the league, so if the public found out about a blood drinking hero attacking people… ‘I gotta get you out of here…’

After his encounter with Bakugou, Midoriya had rushed out of town as quickly as possible. Tears poured down his cheeks as he took off into the sky from having given in to the lust of this uncontrollable quirk. But he couldn’t stop it even if he’d wanted to. He’d learned the hard way right at the beginning that once it took hold of his mind, the only thing he could do was give-in or succumb to an even worse ravenous state that literally hurt. The pain of holding out on the hunger made him feel like a starved predatory animal that tore at his insides until he relented. In this state, the blood of any creature that came too close became a meal. But it was never enough. Animal blood didn’t satiate him in the same way that human blood did. Plus, he worried that if he let it get completely out of control, he might just end up killing someone. So far, he’d been lucky to leave them all unconscious but alive.

It was obvious that the light AFO had hit him with contained this strange quirk. How ironic, to take down a villain, only to be turned into one. That’s how Midoriya felt. How else could he feel? A hero wouldn’t hurt other people, so by taking the blood of others for sustenance, that made him a villain. Therefore, he couldn’t be a hero anymore. It must have been AFO’s plan all along once he’d realized he was losing. The villains end goal was to ruin hero society and this was definitely one way to do it. Take out his primary rival. The man poised to carry on a torch of safety and security, and snuff out any who chose to do harm… The whole situation with Bakugou really turned this into a nightmare out of body experience. To see his friend’s eyes suddenly show fear, then fade away the more he drank… his mouth clamped to the man’s neck… it was a horrible imagine that was sure to haunt him. He could still smell the burnt cinnamon from such a close encounter. If only he had clothes to change into or even a pond to bathe in, because that lingering scent was gonna drive him mad!

Midoriya curled up and clenched his eyes shut tight in an abandoned and overgrown castle he’d found outside of Ena. It didn’t look like it’s been maintained for a very long time, so the likelihood of a human showing up seemed low. He knew he should have travelled farther away, but he was too tired, too upset and just wanted to quit. All the years of growing up quirkless, to gain OFA and become the very thing he’d dreamt of, only for those dreams to be dashed again. It was as if life just didn’t want him to be a real hero. Maybe he should just put himself out of his misery, and yet— he couldn’t do it. To die out here alone where no one knew where he was or what had become of him, that wasn’t fair to his family and friends…

They must be so worried about him right now. His poor mother didn’t deserve any of this. Would his friends look down on him now? And All Might, his idol, who’d taken him under his wing, was he disappointed? And that just left Bakugou. He’d said the truth in answering the man’s question. No, Midoriya never would have expected him to come looking. Katsuki Bakugou giving a damn about him? Yeah, right. Bakugou wasn’t doing this because he cared. There was always a selfish reason behind his madness. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. Shouldn’t big bad Dynamight be thrilled that his biggest rival was gone?

Okay that was a big, fat white lie he’d been telling himself for the last two years. He knew Bakugou had moved past those pettier behaviors, but it was simply easier to believe and keep their relationship as rivals than to hope his childhood friend would ever see him as something else. And yet… ‘Kacchan was genuinely surprised by my answer. Did he really come looking for me because he cared that much?’ Yet in what way? Why was the man trying so hard? Did he… ‘miss me?’

Midoriya shook his head violently of those thoughts. No, no, he didn’t want to believe that because it would make this situation even more unbearable than it already was! He’d already given up everything he’d ever loved. His hopes and dreams, a future and losing an affection he’d craved for years would just simply be too much.

[hold-me-sickfics]

14 Days: J-Hope (Part 1)

Aaaaaand we’re at J-Hope! I had to split this fic into two parts because I wanted to do an injury/hospital and then a “back at home recovering.” Huge thank you to @thatoneemokpop-02 for the help on ideas and proofreading and all the support! (BTW: thanks to them, there will be a few major fluffy and sweet moments in part two!) 

TW: Emeto, injury (broken bones), fainting, hospital, anxiety/panic attack, food (if there are any I missed, please let me know!)

Prompt: Dance practice has been grueling. Every day, Hoseok has been in the studio practicing from 6:30 a.m. till around 8:00 p.m. at night. The others tell him it’s too much, but he insists that he’s just going over the routines on video for part of it, and that he’s taking breaks regularly. The members all know that Hoseok is overworking himself, but they can’t keep him from it. But what happens when Hoseok finally pushes himself over the edge, and makes a mistake? The kind that might keep him off his feet for a couple weeks…

“Is he home yet?” Namjoon came into the apartment and closed the door. The air outside was frigid, so he was glad he’d worn a thick coat.

“Nope. Won’t even answer his phone.” Jin tapped away at the keypad, dialing Hoseok’s number again.

A couple seconds later, Jin turned the phone to face Namjoon and put it on speaker.

“We’re sorry. Your call could not be completed as dialed. Please check the number and try again.” The dial tone started up once again. Jin hit the end call button and placed the phone on the counter.

“I can’t believe this. He swore he’d be home by 8:00.” Namjoon sat down and placed his face in his hands. “He’s gonna hurt himself Jin. He’s putting too much stress on his body and I don’t know if he even cares. He’s so consumed with perfecting those routines that he’s pushing himself too hard.”

Jin brought over a mug of coffee.

“I know. I wish he’d take a break, but the best thing is just to wait until he perfects it and calms down on his own.”

Before Namjoon finished his coffee, Hoseok half-stumbled through the door.

“I thought you were gonna be home by 8.” Namjoon took another sip.

“Sorry. Just wanted to do one more run through.”

“It’s 11:30 at night Hoseok. You’ve gotta stop.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m alright. See?” Hoseok straightened up and showed the others that he was alright.

“I’m not gonna let you run yourself into the ground like this! What if you get hurt?” Namjoon didn’t mean to raise his voice, he just felt so worried that he couldn’t help himself.

“Easy Joon. I think he gets it.” Jin looked the dancer over.

“Hobi, are you alright? You look really pale.” Jin touched his palm to Hoseok’s face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Hobi looked at Namjoon weakly.

“Hobi, I’m sorry. I’m sorry okay? I just… I worry. Jungkook just got stitches put in a couple months ago, and he’s just now back. I don’t want anything to happen to you or any of us for that matter.”

“It’s alright Joon.” Hoseok half-smiled to show him that it was okay. “I’m just gonna go to sleep. I think I need rest more than anything. Goodnight guys.” Hoseok got up slowly and went to his room.

“I’m really worried Jin.” Namjoon took the last sip of coffee, and then placed the mug in the sink.

“I am too. But, there isn’t anything we can do right now. Honestly, Joon you need to rest yourself. You’ve got that Zoom meeting with BigHit in the morning and you look like you’ve been up for days.” Jin rubbed his back.

“Maybe you’re right.”

Jin and Namjoon prepared for bed, but little did they know, Hoseok was in a lot more pain than he let on.

Hoseok could feel each muscle in his body just aching- aching like they had been put through a ringer and then put back in him. He refused to take any pain meds, and just hoped that a hot shower and a good night’s rest would help.

Well, 5:00 a.m. came, and Hoseok couldn’t believe it, but he felt even worse. He decided to leave the house and head to the studio before the others were up so they wouldn’t ask questions. He did stop and grab breakfast at a local McDonald’s before he started up, but he would soon realize that the buttery biscuit and crisp bacon with a coffee and an orange juice would come back to bite him.

He reached the studio, and proceeded to start the music and jump right into the routine he’d been practicing the night before. He really, really should have stretched.

“Light! It! Up! Like! Dynamite!”

Hoseok kept getting stuck at the part where he had to move his feet quickly and get back in formation. He decided to run it again, and try to get it right this time.

“Light! It! Up! Like-“

And everything went black…

“Hoseok! Hoseok? Hey can you hear us?”

Hoseok awoke to staff members standing all around him. Two of them were on the phone, three were from the med staff, there were six standing around talking to office staff, and there were two… oh no.

“He’s not responding to it. Hoseok, can you move your toes?”

“No no no…” Hoseok started crying. He knew what he’d done, and he was about to be paying for it.

“Okay its alright, we’re calling the paramedics.”

“I’m gonna puke-“ Hoseok turned to the side, and threw up everything he’d had for breakfast. He didn’t realize how much he’d eaten until it was all splattered out in front of him.

Then, he heard one of the staff speaking.

“Yeah, he’s awake. We’ll send a car over to pick you guys up. I don’t know how bad the break is. He can’t move his toes. It doesn’t look good.”

He must be talking to the other members. Hoseok knew he was about to be in huge trouble, but at least he’d have the others to comfort him. Now that the initial shock was over, the pain was setting in… and it hurt… bad.

“Ah aghhhh,” Hoseok turned his head to the side hoping that not seeing his leg would ease the pain. It did a little, but not enough.

“Hoseok, the paramedics are here. Just breathe, we’re gonna take you to the hospital.” Hoseok nodded in response to the staff member’s words.

It didn’t take long for Hoseok to get admitted into the ER triage room. His blood pressure was skyrocketed, he was physically exhausted, his body was extremely lacking in vitamins and he was dehydrated, and oh yeah, his right leg was broken in two places. The first place was a hairline fracture in his femur, and the second was a full break in his right ankle.

Hoseok had gotten lucky. The hairline fracture would take 4 months to heal, but it would be able to recover completely. The ankle breakage would require Hoseok to be in a wheelchair for at least six weeks, then, they’d consider switching him to crutches. Hoseok was heartbroken, and due to traffic, he had to hear the news alone…

The medical staff had to put Hoseok on some pretty high anxiety medications to help him calm down. His blood pressure was nearly back to normal, but he was also relatively knocked out. As expected, when the boys showed up, Yoongi was the first to bust through the door.

“Hobi!” He rushed to the boy’s side.

“Dang it Jung Hoseok…” Yoongi’s eyes flooded with tears. Yoongi kissed his hand, and held it close to his chest.

The doctor filled Namjoon in on the condition of their injured bandmate. Namjoon just nodded and joined the others in the recovery room.

A nurse came in and turned down the dial on Hoseok’s IV.

“Hi guys, I’m gonna go ahead and wake him up. If he’s still too panicky, we’ll have to try something different. I think the whole incident traumatized him a bit. Try to help him stay calm. No raising voices or talking about difficult topics if you can.”

Hoseok woke up slowly, and his heart began racing again.

“Hey, hey easy baby, it’s alright. Easy Hobi…” Yoongi held Hoseok’s hand with one of his own, and used the other to sweep Hoseok’s sweaty locks back off of his forehead.

“Hmmmm, hmmm…” Hoseok uttered shaky whimpers. “Yoon-Yoongi? I- I-“ Hoseok’s breathing sped up, and then he gagged. Hoseok was known for his tendency to throw up under scary situations.

The nurse held a small plastic bag under Hoseok’s chin.

“Here, may I?” Yoongi asked, standing up.

“Sure,” the nurse handed the bag over, and moved over to Hoseok’s other side.

“It’s okay, hey remember what we practiced? Hm? Look at me baby. Count to five for me. One, two..”

“T-th-three..” Yoongi relaxed as Hoseok started to count with him.

“Good job bud, okay now tell me what is something you can see right now?”

“Y-you.”

“Right. What’s something you smell?”

“Your c-cologne.”

“Which one?” Yoongi thumbed Hoseok’s hand.

“T-the one I bought you.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s good babe. That’s good. What’s something you can feel?”

“You.”

“Good. What do I feel like?”

“Cold. It feels good.”

“There you go baby. You’ve got it.”

Hoseok started breathing normally and Yoongi gave the unused bag back to the nurse. She left once she realized that Hoseok was in good hands. She did tell them that if he needed anything, to call her.

“I’m scared Yoongi…”

“I know you’re afraid. Just focus on me right now. We’re not here, we’re at home. We’re watching that stupid soap opera you like.” Yoongi chuckled through tears. Hoseok let out a small chuckle himself.

“Hoseok?” Namjoon spoke up. They all watched as Hoseok’s heart rate jumped slightly.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. You don’t have to be scared. I just wanted to tell you I’m glad you’re alright. You’ll be alright and we’re all here for you. Even JK brought you a sprite that he’s too shy to tell you about himself.”

Hoseok’s heart rate went back down and he smiled as the other members split and let Jungkook come through.

“Here you go hyung… I thought… you might be thirsty…” Jungkook’s lip quivered, and Hoseok went into hyung mode.

“It’s alright Kookie, come here.” Hoseok still felt weak, but he lifted himself up to give the youngest a hug.

“We’re all glad you’re okay Hoseok, and we’re here for anything you need.” Jin lightly squeezed Hoseok’s arm.

Hoseok heard a couple sniffles from the back of the group.

“Jimin-ah, Taehyungie, I can hug you both too.” Hoseok held his arms out to them, and they of course came to hug him.

“Joon, why don’t we take the boys home? Yoongi, you just stay here with him. I’ll send a bag back with yours and Hoseok’s things for the night.”

“Thanks Jin.” Yoongi and Hoseok watched as the others left.

“How are you feeling babe? Any pain?”

“Yeah… it’s kinda intense. It wasn’t as bad when it first happened, but I guess I was half out of it. They were gonna give me meds but I told them I’d probably just puke them all back up.”

Yoongi stroked Hoseok’s cheek.

“Yoongi…?”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t dance… for months… what if… what if they forget… what if they forget about me?”

“Okay first, that’s not gonna happen. Second, I know that because when I had my shoulder surgery, all ARMY did was send me mail, gifts, watch my livestreams, and post videos of them crying when I wasn’t at shows. But Hoseok, you’re gonna be there. And even if you weren’t, they wouldn’t forget you. You’re their hope remember? You’re my hope too…”

Yoongi squeezed Hoseok’s hand to reassure him.

“I love you.” Hoseok’s eyes were misty.

“I love you too Hoseok,” Yoongi kissed his cheek. “Now, you just rest and let that leg of yours get healed up. I’m gonna sleep in this chair right here, and if you need anything you tell me okay? And I mean anything.”

“I promise, I will.”

Hoseok went to sleep hand-in-hand with Yoongi.

The next day would be the start of a big hurdle for Hoseok, but luckily, he had the other members by his side to help him the whole way through.

Part 2 coming soon!