#but yeah im gonna be writing a redhead :/

[freakspectors]

HELUVAKINKTOBER: DAY 3 - BUKAKKE.

A Chuuya Nakahara | BSD x Female Reader Smut Fanfic.

warnings ; smut , bukakke , sex toys , mutual masturbation , degradation , praise if you squint , overstim if you get a magnifying glass , dazai mention (you can't escape him) , minor crack , nowhere near proofread , it's 1 AM on a school night please don't mind errors.. , etc .

author's note ; girl i feel so dumb. like mid fic writing i re-looked up bukakke and found out it was MULTIPLE MEN cumming on someone's face when i couldve sworn it was just one person. IM SO EMBARRASSED. but anyways.. i'm half awake, if this is horribly written, i'm sorry, and if you find it funny, thank you. i'm funniest when I'm sleep deprived.

heluvakinktober 2023 m.list .

“Fuck yeah, Doll. Touch yourself just like that..”

Chuuya moaned, leaning back into the cool leather of his office chair. You continued to ride the Dildo under his desk, rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit as the Executive before you stroked his length right before your eyes. His strokes were languid, almost teasing. You felt your mouth and pussy moisten at the sight of pre-cum coating the tip of Chuuya’s penis, the warm lighting of his small lamp making it shine beautifully.

He taps his cock on your right cheek, chuckling as a sticky ‘plap’ sound is heard in the obnoxiously silent room. You were fighting your thoughts — the urge to wipe the wet feeling off your cheek and lick it up, finally getting a taste of the redhead on your tongue. Chuuya interrupted your thoughts immediately, as if he were an empath.

“If you move your hands anywhere other than that pretty pussy of yours, there will be some punishments; and I don’t think you want that. Do ya, love?” Chuuya asked. His tone was insincere, shamelessly mocking you with a wide smile plastered on his annoying face. You wanted to retort, but god, were his reprimands attractive. You whine out a defeated ‘No’, sighing as a boisterous laugh rang in your ears. “Good girl. Now ‌keep bouncing f’me.”

Jackass. There was absolutely no wonder why that Dazai fucker hated his guts; who would like this son of a bitch?

That’s what your mind said. Your body, however, quaked for him. Your pussy pleaded for Chuuya’s dick, fingers, tongue, anything other than the cheap plastic he had made you ride. It was pathetically obvious, too, the once pristine tiled floors now coated in a pool of your slick. You wished for Chuuya's sick and twisted game to end, for him to fold you in half and have sex with you until you were senseless—

You hadn’t noticed how sensitive you made yourself while you were fantasizing about Chuuya like a schoolgirl, your clit raw and cunt mush from how hard you pleased yourself. You could’ve cummed just now and you wouldn’t be aware of it. But you couldn’t stop. Your body wouldn’t let you, not after the gorgeous sight before your very eyes.

Chuuya looked disheveled. He leaned all the way back in his chair, his hands tangling in his copper locks as his chest heaved while staring down at you. His moans got louder, louder, and louder, sure to worry anyone that so passed by the Executive’s office. Your gut was put on a spin cycle, the tight feeling in your abdomen returning for the umpteenth time that evening. You flicked, spun, and rubbed your clit as quickly as you could without it hurting, until his left, gloved hand gripped you by the hair and pulled your hair back.

“Open your fucking mouth, baby. I’m gonna glaze you so goddamn much you’d qualify as a fuckin’ donut — Oh, fuck..” the Executive groans. His words were so quick, you could barely understand his sentences. But words hadn’t been the reason for your nearing climax, no. How he handled you so roughly, the way he spoke to your quivering body. It was all too much to handle and process; soon enough, you’d reach the peak of your arousal.

It did. It hit you like a bullet train.

Thick, creamy white globs gushed around the dildo as you clenched around it, moaning out Chuuya’s name as if it was he you were riding like Paul-fucking-Revere. The redhead curses your name, visibly close to his own arrival. You could count how many times his cock twitched before he came; it was almost like everything was in slow motion.

One.

“FUCK.. Take it all, bitch, I want every drop of my cum on your face..”

Two.

“You’re gonna look like such a slut after all this.. I’ll take so many pictures of you just like this and — Shit!”

Three.

And your vision goes black. Well, white.

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

[gallaghersgal]

My love my darling my sweetheart Maggie I’m here to begin my yap session.

Could you do 5. grumpy x sunshine from the trope list, & 3. ‘enemies’ to lovers more like strong dislike for eachother at first but then they fall in love & add in 15. Mutual pining from the same list as well with our darling Lip Gallagher in a Bakery AU? Give me all the pining and then all the fluff !!! I hope I didn’t jam too much in here 🤭

(Reminder that i love you to the moon & to Saturn)

hi my love!! there's a hint of enemies to lovers but not much. warnings; little bit of mean lip but y'all know how it goes! 0% edited im so sleepy

grumpy x sunshine + mutual pining + bakery au from these tropes and these aus. part of my 1,500 follower celebration!

"yo! i need a cake f'my nieces party? she's turnin' six," a man with a buzz cut and broad shoulders says, approaching you at the bakery counter. "party's on friday."

you can't help but look him over from head to toe, he's attractive, carrying the faint scent of cigarettes. "what are we looking for, something pink?"

he rolls his eyes, but a fond smile graces his lips. "yeah. my sister wants something princessy, so pink an' glitter an' all that shit would be perfect."

you write down the notes, getting flavor and size information from him, and set a time for the man to return and pick up the cake. you get a name for the order, gallagher, but aside from that no information about the man. and still, you can't get him out of your mind. his rough demeanor, the way he smiled talking about his sister and niece, all of it left thoughts of him swirling in your mind until the day came for him to pick up the cake.

the man comes back with a sour attitude, a scowl set on his features. you explain to him quickly that you need to finish a few decorations of the cake, and he can't contain his annoyance at the situation, snapping "yeah, well, make it quick will you?"

you shake off his rudeness, chalking it up to the probable stress of the little girl's birthday party. with a skilled hand you ice various pink flowers onto the cake. "sorry you're having to wait, what's the birthday girl's name? and how old is she? it's usually a little extra for writing but i don't mind."

you watch as the man's shoulders loosen, his arms remain crossed over his chest but his face softens as well. "franny, she's turnin' six." blue eyes watch your every move as you scrawl happy sixth birthday, princess franny! in large, looping letters. you box up the cake quickly, taking his payment and generous tip, then sending him off to the party.

a few hours later you're mixing the batter for another order when the bell over the door dings, and you look up to see the same man from before with a little redheaded girl in tow. "is that the nice cake lady?" she asks with a grin.

the man kneels down, "yeah, that's her. go tell her what y'want okay? uncle lip's gonna get it f'ya."

the little girl, who you assume is franny, marches up to the counter. "can i have the batman cookie!?" she says, pointing at the display. a pointed look from her uncle has her adding, "please, cake lady?"

you pull the cookie from the display, handing it down to her, "of course sweetie! did you like your princess cake?"

franny furrows her brow and shakes her head and her uncle lip chuckles. "yeahh, her mom wanted a princess party for her, it was a whole thing." he scratches the back of his neck in a nervous fashion, paying for franny's cookie. "sorry for bein' a dick earlier... could i get your number maybe?"

you can't help but grin, printing off the receipt and scribbling the digits down at the bottom. "i get off at six, if you wanna call," you tell him with a smile.

[mcsm-confessions]

honestly the argument between who should(n’t) be redeemed more with Cassie & Romeo is so interesting to me, because honestly I don't even know.

you don't have a choice to save Cassie in that endermite pit so I assume that means Jesse doesn't want to (not can’t, because they still had an ender pearl left) because she deserves her supposed fate.

you DO have the choice to save Romeo, so clearly Jesse sees that he has potential to be redeemed but also shouldn't get off easy. this, however, seems inconsistent with Jesse's character, as it assumes that he deserves redemption more than her.

Cassie:

murdered three people, all of whom she pretended to be friends with, and had no real connection with them.

...more attempted murder

Romeo:

murdered one person, his best friend (or both depending on choices but we all know we don't accept that as canon).

falsely imprisoned his best friend (and multiple others for unknown reasons)

trapped an entire civilization below bedrock

indirectly killed two named people and multiple others from his challenge thing in the Underneath.

destruction of Jesse's town

borderline brainwashing and extortion

identity theft (twice)

took over Jesse's town

uhhhhhh

yeah so like, Cassie has the motive of wanting to escape the world she's been trapped in, and couldn't trust anyone to help her. while she's a victim of sorts, she didn't hide her sadism when killing people and taunting Jesse. dare I say she could get a pass because of her extreme paranoia, but I don't blame Jesse for leaving her at all. she doesn't seem to express much guilt for her actions. there would be a LOT for her to make up for if she had been saved (and it still probably wouldn't be enough).

Romeo's motive is... being lonely and wanting a friend? okay sure. doesn’t excuse his collapsible list of crimes. it may also be a "power corrupts" sort of thing, but it's really hard to justify this man after the stuff he's done for centuries. only after he is de-powered he instantly feels guilt. that is either a product of "oh no I got caught!" or bad writing.

So basically my stance on this is, if Cassie can't be redeemed then neither should Romeo. if Cassie can be redeemed, then so should Romeo. it doesn't make sense to be on opposite sides.

(however I am intrigued by the idea of Cassie reluctantly "joining" the team for future eps and meeting the Old Builders again)

also, I just realized they're both kinda sadistic redheads. wow what did Telltale mean by this

im not even gonna include Aiden in this cuz he's just a jealous dumbass who got too ambitious. also doesn't even have a kill count. loser

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[embodyingchaos]

ive tried searching Michael cera x reader and nothing shows up but you :( please write about him I'm begging 🙏

❥ i feel you on this one, nobody ever writes about him! i'm not sure if you want something for the actor or one of his characters but i've decided to write about the man himself! AND IM SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE AND REALLY SHORT AAAAAA

on-set, off-set pairing: michael cera x actor!fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED word count: 538

with her brown hair swishing from side-to-side, she strutted into the scene in her purple and blue glittery swimsuit. “hi barbie!” she greeted the other blondes and brunettes scattered across the sandy beach. “hi barbie!” “hi barbie!” “oh my god, popstar barbie..” a tiny whisper said, making her turn towards the quiet sound. “h-hey barbie!” the voice was coming from a redhead she didn’t realise stood next to her the entire time. “oh, hey allan!” she replied as he nervously giggled.

“cut!” a voice yelled out causing the cameras to stop filming. the barbie placed her hands on her hips and leaned towards the one and only allan. “that was already so much fun.” she told him, grinning. “it was. too bad the others are going to have to film on different days though, huh?” allan’s actor, michael, stretched as he talked to his girlfriend of two years.

greta walked towards the two, “good job, guys! it was exactly how i imagined it.” she smiled at the couple, “for the next scene, i was thinking you could move nearer to the barbies before ken tries to impress stereotypical barbie?” she asked y/n who only nodded, “oh yeah, sure!” “great.” greta walked away from them to converse with the crew for the next scene.

michael took in the scenery of the set for a bit as they waited for the rest of the cast to arrive. ryan was one of the first ones there. “hey, ry.” the girl greeted him, waving. “hey, lovebirds.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “how’s it going?” “going great! filmed that hi barbie scene for our part.” “mmm, bet it’s going to turn out great.” he gushed, crossing his arms.

“we hope so.” michael said, watching the rest of the cast walk into the studio.

the two had coincidentally been casted in the same movie without each other’s knowledge, which was hard to understand at first until they explained it in an interview after the movie had just been released.

“actually,” y/n started, “i’d gotten cast around 2020 and kept it a secret from basically everyone because i really wanted it to be a surprise, like nobody knew at all! until i showed up on the first day of filming and saw this guy!” she nudged her boyfriend’s rib and he laughed. “it seemed as though we had similar ideas on surprises because i got casted really last minute and so when i heard of the role i immediately thought ‘oh, y/n’s gonna freak out when she watches this movie and sees me there.’ then what do i know? she’s standing on set in her popstar barbie costume.” michael scoffingly laughed as the rest of the cast chuckled along.

“so, how is it working on set with your partner? any interesting quarrels that might have happened?” the interviewer asked and they shared a look. “nope. totally none.” “yeah, we have a very professional relationship on the job, i’d say.” their comments make greta snort, “they banter quite a lot on set, actually.” she jabbed, “very distracting.” ryan shook his head, “tut tut. how unprofessional.” he commented, making the others giggle.

michael and y/n only smile, how can they deny the truth?

[fictionfixations]

riddle

book 1 spoilers

ok. so. im just. gonna put this here. because. yeah. and also because this fic is gonna be LONG (which i usually write shorter stuff. i didnt expect me to make it long but it just happened.) so it'll be awhile before i post it. ..because its a oneshot, and i write oneshots. so.

but i kind of. oddly feel very proud of this part. blink blink.

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“You shut your spoiled little mouth!” Ace-chan yelled.

Both of the juniors startled.

“..Wh-What..?” Riddle-kun stuttered, also surprised by the sudden outburst.

And then–

Ace-chan punched Riddle-kun! 

“..So not cute,” He muttered almost by reflex. 

“A-Ace!?” Deuce-chan.

“Forget this. I’m done.”

“Y-You.. Hit me…?!”

Ah..

“Parents shouldn’t control their kids, and how they flourish and act shouldn’t be attributed to the parent. It’s not your parents fault that you became a tyrant, or anyone else’s. You’ve been here a year, and you haven’t even made a friend who’ll tell you that you’re out of line. And that’s on you.”

..Oh, Ace-chan.

Riddle-kun recoiled, “..What are you talking about?”

“Look. Maybe you had some strict upbringing from an overbearing and relentless helicopter-mom. But is that all you are? An extension of her? Can’t you think for yourself? ..Really, you call yourself the ‘red sovereign’? You’re just a baby who’s good at magic.”

“..Baby..? Did you just..!?” That was his angry face. “You don’t know anything!”

“I don’t. And I don’t need to. Your attitude tells me everything I need to know. That you’re just a spoiled brat!”

This wasn’t good. At all. An intervention, but was it a good one, or a bad one? Sometimes it could make things worse before it’d get better, and that was why it was so hard to tell. 

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP! My mother was right! Therefore I am right too!”

This time, Trey-kun spoke up, “Calm down, Riddle. The duel’s already over.”

“If you do not cease your conflict now, I’ll have you written up for breaking school rules!”

Oh, Headmage, anyone could tell that’s not the right decision to make. Bringing up his absolute obedience to the ‘rules’ and turning it against him to try to stop him? Do you want him to see you as against him? He wouldn’t listen… Only to his own and his mother’s delusion.

“He’s right, though! I’ve had enough of Riddle!”

Cater couldn’t tell who it was, but someone threw an egg at the redhead. It broke and splattered on his clothes.

“..Huh..?” Riddle-kun blankly commented.

He shivered under his cold gaze, that turned to stare at everyone. “Who was it? Who did it?”

…

Suddenly he had a scary expression on his face.. “SPEAK UP! Coward. If you mean to say something, say it to my face. You diminish your action by hiding amongst the crowd instead of owning up to your action. Is that all you can do? Truly? ..How disappointing.. Can you only find strength in a group? Where you are ‘invisible’ and therefore everyone gets blamed? Where was your courage at the unbirthday party? ..And yet you act now.. How pitiful. What changed? I’m almost ashamed to be your dorm leader.”

Riddle-kun burst into laughter, “And you say you’re fed up? I’m the one who's fed up with all of you..! No matter what I do, it’s rulebreaker after rulebreaker! Clearly my authority means not a thing! What is it? Are the punishments too light? Is that why you don’t listen? ..No matter how many chances I give, leniencies because truly, I do understand the hardship of memorizing so many rules all at once when you’re so used to so little.. To it being more lax.. I understand, but that doesn’t mean I will stand by after screw up after screw up. You must learn, and clearly, forgiveness is not enough. Truly, I should’ve been more strict. Mother was right, of course she was.. If fear of punishment is what will get you to follow the rules for once, then so be it. It’s time for a re-education. Everyone makes sacrifices for the greater good, do they not? This is for your own good, so obey me.”

Cater felt dread build up, and yet– He couldn’t help but think that that last line must’ve been a quote. Something repeated so many times towards him that it was to be remembered.

‘This is for your own good.’ He felt a little sick, honestly. How many times had his mother justified cruel actions as so?

Riddle-kun ‘smiled’, “Let’s see.. First, it’s OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” ..Luckily he wasn’t included. Maybe that was because he didn’t view him or Trey-kun as rulebreakers.. “Fighting back is pointless, so it’s best to get that out of the way first before anyone gets any ideas. All it will do is tire you out. Most of you are pitiful without magic, it’s a little funny. But clearly, you all are in such a useless state because I haven’t been nearly as harsh as I should be, so as dorm leader I will take full responsibility, as the most correct person here. I will help you flourish. No worries, all rebellion will be stamped out, and forgiven. It is only right to lend a helping hand, and forgive the children when they make a mistake, no?”

How much of this was ‘him’, and how much of this was his mother?

Underneath it though, he could feel a cool anger. 

“Cease this improper behavior now, Rosehearts-kun! I expected better from you!”

..Headmage..

“Of course. I had not acted as a proper dorm leader should’ve, so I will now. After all, every student within the dorm is my responsibility, and thus I should be taking extra care that all of my upper and underclassmen flourish under my guidance. Otherwise, I would be a failure of a Housewarden. My apologies for not doing so sooner.”

“That’s not..!”

Cater winced, “..This could get ugly, fast.” Riddle-kun looked calm, but he could snap in an instant. No doubt.

“Riddle, stop this!” Trey-kun yelled.

Riddle-kun’s expression went blank. “..Even you, Trey. You should’ve understood. Isn’t that exactly why they need to be re-taught? There’s not much you can do with a wrong baseline, except break it and start over, isn’t it?”

..’Break it’ instead of something less violent, like throwing it away.

“How delusional,” Ace-chan scoffed.

Riddle-kun gave a fake upturn of lips, “This once, all will be forgiven if you retract your comment.”

Liar. Was that what she did to you, too? When you did something ‘wrong’, did she pretend that it was okay, and then immediately turn on you once you confessed?

“No way! I refuse.”

“I see.” A hand raised, and– “Mighty roses, come to my command, and put this rulebreaker where he belongs! In the ground with the rest of the trash.”

“..Oh shit,” He muttered under his breath.

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anyway after that is overblot so. haha.

anyway. i kind of gave of vibes of him projecting on the students a little. and very much repeating his mother.

so. my notes i wrote after: I dont know why i wrote riddle like i did. Now that im actually thinking about it though. (cause idk when i write my brain goes to somewhere else and i sometimes dont remember writing it cause im so. Distracted. Or focused. Idfk. zoned out.)

But so. In all honesty. Dont you think riddle’s actually being kind of kinder to them? I mean, maybe its just because the queen of hearts rules dont detail on exactly how much one should eat or something. But that was how he was taught so you’d think he’d do the same for his students, monitoring and limiting them, but he doesn’t.

So. he was being kinder then his mother.                  And guess what? It doesnt work. Whats the conclusion then? That his mother was right. That her way of thinking was right. (in a way, maybe it was riddle experimenting, trying to see if what was his life was actually wrong. Conflicted. If his mother was wrong, because what if..? But. no.)

Is it weird that i like how i wrote riddle in this?

Anyway i think this is the most ive actually veered away from canon wording, and turned from riddle having a tantrum to riddle acting like his mom with her fake calmness that could turn to anger so easily.

[www98vikitoo]

I was tagged by @fabiochampioraro ❤️(baby im seeing all of the mentions and I love you i just suck at replying and tag games are sometimes so hard for me lol)

Rules: color the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) (my dudes we know im not gonna do that💀😂) people

appearance:

"I’m over 5’5" (1.67m) // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails (i have them painted but yea)// i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic (i guess) // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing (im bad at it tho😂) // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (yeah especially when there was like a whole hour or 3 between classes(idk if walking for 5-15 minutes to the dorm counts as travelling but ye) // i can do a handstand.

relationship

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together for some reason // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise (does it count when its me making bad desicions and before i know it i see that the sun is rising) // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths (i shud do it more often🥺) // autumn is my favourite season

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy Mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (can is pushing it but its also the only kind of cars ive driven)// i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game (depends on the game lol if its one of those fighting 1v1 then yeah no ill pass but now if im an npc in an mmo then yeah)// i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: @meliohy @takeunknownroadnow @alienjack @arrysa-clair @iwatsukki

[castlebyersafterdark]

omg people asking for pics of you noooooo! that turns this blog into something else, especially considering that people here are hardly shy about being hot for finn and noah... who knows who is thinking of you like that vinny if you post pics haha! also i love that you paint a picture with words about your own life as well as in your creative writing. part of the charm of imagination.

although i do wonder why you never mention your hair colour as part of your personal stories. didnt you say you were a redhead? same! and its been a big part of who i was growing up and am today. lots of trouble growing up with red hair. i wonder if it was part of the cruelty you had directed at you as a queer youth? or perhaps a big part of your sexuality in terms of types people enjoyed as you got older?

its also kind of why i loved max's storyline in s4. like, she's a badass woman and its positive rep for gingers everywhere haha! made me super emotional even though it wasnt really anything to do with her storyline... im sure in the character backgrounds that the creators have, it would be part of the reason she's such a tough cookie alongside her broken family.

It really does turn this into a much different place. Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else doing face reveals, so I am certainly not going to, sticking to my line. Drawn in sharpie. I don't think I'd be too upset by thirst, not gonna pretend like that wasn't a goal of mine in yesteryear of online habits, but I'm so beyond it. Yall can use your imagination to do anything you want, but I'm not painting that vividly for you haha. Blog as my canvas and words as my colors. Does the job well enough.

And hey hey, correct-o. Kin!! 👨‍🦰 I don't know why I never blatantly mention it because I am a little vain about my hair in general 🫣🤭 Figured my cartoon guy cleared that detail up enough. Ginger and pale and freckley and all the stereotypes I guess?? At least for me. I wouldn't say it was a primary form of bullying, but I feel like every ginger has heard the works so it's within the repertoire. I wasn't out until college and did all I could to hide that but it's... all very complicated. (Most of my bullying was from within family 😔) No matter what though - I do like how I look. Sometimes I didn't, we all have insecurities. But... I'll admit. Very flattering when yes, sometimes being exactly someone's type is kinda validating? Yeah.

And ooooh yeah that is cool with Max, having that badass icon on screen. Gotta love a super interesting, complex ginger chick in media. I will agree 😁 That's our girl! So awesome she resonated so much for you, Max is great!

[flutteringfable]

yuzuya’s krbk summer series is so cute that i just had to write this for kento and his bfs. just a silly fluffy drabble, enjoy ^^

the fire crackled softly as kento settled onto the sofa. he had changed clothes hours ago, but hadn’t bothered to dry his hair, so he had a towel draped around his shoulders like a cape. kirishima grinned over at him, passing him a stick and a marshmallow.

“here you go,” he chirped.

“took you long enough,” bakugou added, huffing. “if you had taken any longer, i think stupid hair here would have eaten the whole bag.”

kirishima pouted. “i would not! i could never deprive our lovely boyfriend from his share of s’mores!”

“uh huh.” bakugou sounded unconvinced. “well, whatever. he’s here now.”

kento smiled as he held his marshmallow over the flames. “you two are adorable,” he mumbled, idly turning the stick in his hand to toast the marshmallow evenly. “i dunno what stars aligned or what gods i pleased to be lucky enough to have both of you, but i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“aww! that’s so sweet, kento,” kirishima cooed. “i wouldn’t trade you two for the world, either.”

bakugou snorted. “you two are a couple’a saps, you know that? … but i guess i like being stuck with the both of you, too.”

kento smiled, raising his marshmallow and studying it for a moment before humming softly in approval. he bit into it, sighing contentedly.

“not gonna make a s’more?” kirishima asked, chuckling.

kento shook his head. “nah, i like just eating the marshmallows.”

“you’re such a dork,” bakugou rolled his eyes, turning sideways in his place next to kirishima to prop his legs up in the redhead’s lap. “it’s a good thing i love you so much, mutt.”

“love you too, kitty kat,” kento retorted.

“ugh, i told you to stop calling me that,” bakugou grumbled.

kento grinned. “and i told you that i would only stop if you stopped calling me mutt.”

“… touchè.”

kento chuckled and reached over to get another marshmallow. he shifted, settling comfortably against kirishima’s shoulder before holding the new marshmallow over the fire. the three sat in peaceful silence, occasionally making a s’more or roasting another marshmallow to eat.

after a while, the fire began to dim, and bakugou and kento were pressed up against either side of kirishima.

“you two wanna head in for the night?” kirishima asked, reaching up to pat bakugou’s head.

“mhm…” bakugou replied.

kento smiled softly and drowsily sat up to stretch. he looked down at bakugou for a moment before leaning over to kiss his forehead.

“you’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he remarked.

bakugou let out a halfhearted huff. “‘m not cute.”

“you are,” kirishima chimed in. “you get so snuggly when you’re tired, kats, it’s adorable.”

“shut up…”

his protests were met with only gentle kisses, and eventually he sighed and gave in.

“whatever. if you two think i’m cute, i guess it’s not the end of the world. now, let’s go to bed; it’s super late.”

kento glanced at his phone with a knowing smile. “it’s only 9:30, but sure. to be fair, i would’ve probably fallen asleep if kiri hadn’t said anything.”

“i wouldn’t have minded,” kirishima beamed. “i can carry both of you at the same time!”

bakugou snorted. “yeah? mmh, carry me to bed then. ‘m too tired to get up, and you’re warm.”

kirishima grinned and stood up, scooping up bakugou in the process. he held the other close, pressing a kiss to bakugou’s cheek.

“you’re so spoiled, kats,” kento teased.

bakugou chuckled tiredly. “you’re just jealous you’re not getting carried to bed,” he retorted.

“nah, i’m alright,” kento replied. “i’m gonna put the fire out, you two can go ahead.”

he kissed both of his boyfriends before doing as he said he would. he closed the marshmallows and crackers, and gathered them up to take inside. once the fire was completely out, kento took the food inside to the kitchen, and then headed upstairs.

as he made his way upstairs, kento could feel his exhaustion really setting in, and when he reached the bedroom, he fought the urge to immediately flop down. he gazed lovingly at his boyfriends, who were curled up underneath the blankets. bakugou was already asleep, it seemed, and kirishima was lovingly stroking his hair.

“which side do you want me on?” kento asked softly, slipping off his shoes and changing into his pajamas.

kirishima mused for a moment before replying, “you can lay on katsuki’s other side.”

kento nodded, pulling a tshirt over his head and yawning. “mmh, okay.”

he sauntered over to the bed and eased into place behind bakugou. he reached over to put his arm over both of his boyfriends, and sighed.

“this weekend has been fun,” kento mumbled, nuzzling into bakugou’s soft hair. “i like having time to just… hang out with both of you. i know we live together and everything, but it feels like we barely have time to relax with work.”

“mhm,” kirishima agreed. “we should make time to go on adventures more often.”

kento nodded. “yeah.”

he yawned again, and chuckled softly. kirishima kissed kento’s forehead and nose before settling back into place.

“alright, let’s get some sleep,” he mumbled, gazing sleepily at kento.

“mhm, okay…” kento replied, shifting a little more to get comfortable before shutting his eyes. “night, eijirou.”

“night, kento. sweet dreams.”

[fatestruth-m]

Niks convinced me to make my redhead muse and tbh all i can think of as the actress is kat m.cnamar.a but anyways,  shes going to be a part of my ‘guardian/keepers’ lore and shes the main ‘familiars’ guardian.  and basically she stopped being a hands on familiar YEARS ago.  but in special cases she will be one such as someone who has a HUGE destiny,  but has yet to unlock their powers.   

that person will just inherit this HUGE ass ginger tabby who keeps all forms of danger away.  and hiss when she senses it because yeah .

[cryonme]

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙊𝙛 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

➵ Fezco x fem!reader x Ex!Nate Jacobs

➵ summary: Fez stops selling you the drugs you need to handle your boyfriend, so you go looking elsewhere, resulting in you being unconscious and a physical altercation between Fez and Nate on New Years.

➵ word count: 4k

➵ tw: a lot of drugs, toxic relationship, some domestic abuse, drinking, swearing, steamy makeout session, euphoria season 2 episode 1 spoilers, unedited hahaha oops

➵ a/n: so, this is set during the season two episode one, in a world where Nate and Maddy never dated and Lexi and fez never had the conversation on the couch(even tho we all love it). this is my first euphoria imagine and im rlly excited to write more!! im suchhhhh a fuckin softie for Fezco UGH!! my mf baby!!! also this is rlly long and take a long time for it to get happy so sorry hahaha. it’s not really based on Dead Of Night it just is kind of the mood and im obsessed with the song in the show! it’s just such a mood setterrrrrr. happy reading, doves!

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The sun goes down, another dreamless night, you're right by my side. You wake me up, you say it's time to ride, in the dead of night. Strange canyon road, strange look in your eyes, you shut them as we fly, as we fly.

--

“Whatchu doin’ here, (Y/l/n)?” Fezco drawled, counting a stack of $1 and $5 dollar bills like he was in slow motion, his fingers steady as he flipped the bills from his hands and onto the counter, not looking up as he addressed you.

“You know what I’m doin’.” You responded, leaning your body against the refrigerator door that was holding the energy drinks, narrowing your eyes at the freckled boy who wouldn’t look at you.

Of course Fezco knew why you were there. It was the same reason you were there every Friday night for the past year. You came in and asked for a bag of the same drugs you got every week, pretty much anything you could get your hands on, came in that bag. The redhead didn’t know why, but there was a sharp change in your behavior. You became bitter, mean, incredibly careless. You seemed to no longer care about your life, in your eyes, everything was meaningless, and Fez could see it. He knew that look. You no longer gave a fuck.

“Enlighten me.” Fezco said, still not looking up from the small task in his hands, which he could be done with already if he would just go fucking faster.

“Ashtray.” You said, turning your body to the younger boy sitting in the chair in the corner.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ashtray swatted a hand in your direction and stood from his spot, walking towards the back of the store to get your usual bag of contraband that they had ready for you every week.

You turned back towards Fez, “You gonna look at me?”

Fezco sighed and placed the bills on the counter, patting them lightly to keep them in place before he rested his hands on the counter and leaned forward. “Happy?”

You scoffed. “I don’t understand your fucking attitude.”

It was Fezco’s turn to scoff, “Maybe it’s time you do a self evaluation then, Princess.”

“Oh, fuck off. I haven’t done shit-”

“You haven’t done shit?!” Fezco’s voice boomed throughout the shop, bouncing off of the refrigerator doors and cracking through your ears.

Your mouth was shut and your chest heaved. You decided against responding, you knew he was right. You wanted to tell him why, you wanted so badly to tell him why, to have him protect you and take you away from what’s been weighing you down so heavily and stealing your joy.

But he made you keep it a secret.

“This is our secret, right baby?” He hummed, kissing the inside of your thigh while looking up at you through dark eyelashes.

You only whined in response so he gripped your thigh with so much force you were sure it would leave a bruise.

“Say you understand.”

You nodded, he squeezed harder.

“Say it!”

“I understand.” Your voice shook and He smiled.

“Good.” He purred. “I won’t hesitate wrapping my hands around that pretty throat of yours and squeezing if you seem to forget.” 

He terrified you, right down to your core, you were absolutely petrified of your boyfriend, and it was your own fucking fault.

Ashtray came sauntering back from the backroom, hands empty.

“Yo, I can’t find the bag.”

“S’cuz it’s not there.” “Why?” Ashtray raised an eyebrow before cautiously turning his head towards you, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before you blew up in their store.

“Yeah, why?” You asked, crossing your arms, and unbelievably deep scowl etched on your face as you tried to keep your lower lip from trembling, you needed those drugs, you don’t think you could get through another week without them.

“You ain’t gettin’ no drugs from me no more.” Fez’s voice was steady as he looked straight at you, “Tired of watchin’ you ruin your life, baby girl.”

You couldn’t help it as tears started to fall down your cheeks, “Fez, please.”

You wanted to curse yourself for how small your voice sounded when you spoke, the way it shook and faltered as you pleaded.

“What’s goin’ on with you?” Fez asked, for the first time in nearly a year, he confronted you instead of watching you ruin yourself from the sidelines.

“Nothing. I just need the fucking drugs, please, I can’t go on without them! I can’t face him without them!”

You hadn’t meant to say it, the pronoun slipped from your mouth like uncontrollable bile crawling up in your throat.

Fezco narrowed his eyes. “Who’s got you hurtin’ this bad?”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He knew. He knew it was a him, and Fezco wouldn’t stop until he knew the full story. You knew him through and through, inside out, like the back of your hand, and he wasn’t gonna stop ‘til he knew the whole story, and you were safe.

“No one, Fezco! God, can’t you just leave me alone for 2 seconds! I’ll fucking go somewhere else.”

Fezco felt his heart drop as he watched you go, but he wasn’t about to chase you out and beg for you to tell him what happened, to stay. So, he watched you go, and he knocked over a display of cheap sunglasses as soon as you were out of sight.

Once you were outside, you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks. Painful sobs of anger and fear pushed through your throat and turned into pathetic wails that floated through the LA skyline. You didn’t want to go to the stupid party anymore, having this fight with Fez made you too sad, a reminder of the best friend you lost, the person you loved more than anyone in this world.

The reason you needed a distraction in the first place.

You sucked it up anyway, knowing that Rue Bennett would be at that party, and Rue Bennett doesn’t go anywhere without drugs.

You kept your car completely silent as you drove, driving jerkier and a little bit more careless than you usually would, just wanting to get to the party, take drugs from whoever, and get the fuck home and hopefully fall asleep before the clock hits 12.

But obviously, New Years had other plans.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Nate lowly growled under his breath, not even sparing a glance at you as you poured yourself a drink.

Nate fucking Jacobs. Tall, dark, handsome. Achingly attractive and unbelievably charming, he was perfect on paper. Football star, good grades, came from money, sweet. That’s exactly how he drew you in, who wouldn’t that draw in? He wanted to keep you a secret because what you had was special, he wanted to keep it special. Now he was possessive, angry, mean, wanting to keep you a secret because he thought you were fucking pathetic.

“I was having trouble picking out an outfit.” You lied, picking at the edge of your red solo cup.

“Bullshit. You using again?”

“No.”

Nate groaned and grabbed your wrist, dragging you closer to him, tightening his grip on your wrist so hard you were afraid he might break it.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Meet me in the bathroom in an hour. Knock 3 times.”

You nodded and whimpered when Nate released his grip on you. “Fuck.” You muttered as you lightly ran your thumb over the tender skin. That would be noticeable.

This had never been you. You weren’t this girl. In fact, you were the girl who would give girls like this pep talks, hyping them up and telling them they deserve better, they need to leave his abusive ass. And here she is, whimpered and caressing your bruised wrist at a party, and most definitely meeting Nate Jacobs in the bathroom in an hour. You shook the tears from your eyes and downed your drink, then another, and another, and another, and then one more, and a couple shots for good measure, before scanning your eyes through the party, your eyes finally landing on just the girl you were looking for.

“What do you have on you?” You asked as soon as you approached Rue, standing alone, staring off into God knows where.

Rue turned to you and smirked. “Follow me.”

You took the girl’s hand as she led you through the party so you wouldn’t lose sight of her in the chaos. Once the two of you entered the long, dark, hallway, you both began knocking and opening random doors, looking for an empty room to comfortably get high in.

“What are you snorting?”

You spun on your heel to look at Rue who was standing with her hand on a door handle to what looked like a laundry room, talking to a boy with face tattoos.

When Rue looked at you and nodded her head toward the boy, gesturing for you to follow her, you smiled and gladly followed her orders, making sure to shut the door behind you.

The blond, tattooed boy, who introduced himself as Elliot, presented you with a tightly wrapped dollar bill while he prepared yet another line of fluffy white powder for you to snort through the bill.

“You sure she needs another one?” Elliot looked at Rue, his eyes quickly flickering back you in concern at your appearance, your eyes droopy and breath labored and slow, the whites of your eyes glossy and red.

“She’s fine, one more and I’ll give her adderall to even her out.”

Elliot backed away, “Nah, I don’t think I’m cool with that. She already looks like she boutta pass out.”

Rue looked at you and sighed. Fezco was gonna be so angry with her if he ever found out you were with her. She knew that Fez refused you drugs that night, because she had also been with him earlier just after you left the store, accompanying him and Ashtray to their drug deal in exchange for a ride to the party, and she heard Fezco grumbling about you to his little brother. But, she also knew how it was to need those drugs so bad, and be refused, so she caved. It was just a little bit, nothing too major. You’d be totally fine.

Right?

“Yo, (Y/n). Elliot’s probably right, Fez’s gonna kill me if he finds you like this.”

“Yeah, f’sure.” You slurred, a lazy smile stretched across your face.

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing we met.” Elliot said, looking between you and Rue with wide eyes.

“What do you mean? You’re like, our new favorite person.”

-

After exiting the laundry room behind Rue and Elliot, you took a left straight for the drinks set up instead of following the two outside to the large crackling fire to share a blunt, which you all had agreed on, but you had other plans.

Rue and Elliot didn’t give you the amount of drugs you were happy with, so you set off in search of your own. You approached a group of older kids huddled around a table, rolled up money clasped tightly in their hands and white powder spread across the table. A boy, just slightly taller than you, handed you a dollar bill without even looking at you, and you bent down and snorted the substance through the rolled up bill, sighing and smiling as the relief coursed through your veins.

But the relief was short lived when you were harshly pulled up by your wrist and you yelped in pain, letting the stranger pull you to God knows where, you were too high and disoriented to even grasp what was happening.

“Fuckin’ junkie.”

“3… 2… 1!”

“Oh my god!”

“Happy new year!”

“(Y/n)!”

“Give her space!”

“You fucker!” “Find Fezco!” 

-

“Are you Fezco?”

Fez looked up from his spot on the couch, his eyes meeting those of a younger boy with face tattoos.

“Who’s askin’?”

“Um, some girl is like, trippin’ hard and some guy was tryna take her into a bathroom or somethin’? I was told to find you?”

Fezco stood immediately, dropping his red solo cup filled with a liquid he didn’t care enough about, curtly nodding his head at the boy before pushing past him and running to where the commotion was.

You were slumped against a wall, head lolling from side to side, Jules’ hands holding your face trying to keep you upright, Kat and Maddy yelling and shoving Nate Jacobs backwards, telling him to fuck off, Rue standing there staring at you with wide eyes like an idiot. Lexi Howard was pacing back and forth, phone pressed to one ear and her free hand pressed against the other, like she was trying to get ahold of somebody but she couldn’t hear.

Fuckin’ Nate Jacobs.

Fezco was seething, he could barely even see straight as he stomped toward the group, swiftly grabbing an almost empty bottle of titos on his way before shattering it against Nate’s head, sending the much taller boy to the ground, and giving Fez an advantage as he began to beat the shit out of him.

He didn’t stop, he fucking couldn’t stop. For the first time in his life, Fezco knew exactly what people were talking about when they used the expression “seeing red.” Every memory of you coming to the store with a black eye, him just figuring you had been impulsive and dumb and gotten in a fight, every flinch, every bruise, every scratch, went over his fucking head, and now he was channeling it all straight back into Nate Jacobs’ face.

He heard the yells and pleas for him to stop, felt Cassie Howard trying to pull him off before he shoved her away.

It was a long time before he was pulled off, Nate’s face almost completely unrecognizable at that point.

He didn’t even watch as Cassie, Chris Mckay, and a couple other nameless party goers carried his pathetic frame from the party, he didn’t give a fuck.

“Are you insane?! You could’ve killed him!” Maddy Perez stopped him before he could get any closer to you, lightly shoving his shoulder.

“He coulda killed my fuckin’ girl, get outta my way.” Fezco droned, making his way around Maddy to get to you.

He crouched next to Jules and examined your figure, frowning when his eyes met your wrist.

“Her pulse is normal, she’s just high as fuck.” Rue chuckled. “That was fuckin’ crazy!”

Fez felt like he was going to blow up.

“Why you actin’ like that shit was fun, Rue?! For real, you’re pissin’ me off!” Fez spat and Rue backed up, throwing her hands up in surrender. 

“Everyone back the fuck up!” He said sternly.

The group obeyed and slowly backed away from you, allowing Fez full access to scoop you into his arms. He stood up with you, trying his best to be careful but also go fast, knowing that someone here probably called the cops on both of you.

Your eyes opened a little bit more once you made it in the car, Ashtray was driving and Rue was in the passenger seat, and and Fez in the back.

“Hey, baby. Time to ride, alright?”

“Fez-”

“Don’t talk, (Y/l/n), go to sleep.”

Fez saw the flash of panic in your eyes, darting around the car, worried that you were in bad company.

“Jus’ me, Ashtray and Rue, alright? You good.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, your body slumping with your head on your best friend’s lap.

Fezco couldn’t help the uneasiness in his stomach while he threaded his fingers through your hair, his gaze fixed out the window. The streets were nearly empty, everyone either hammered off their ass in the bars, clubs and house parties or bundled up in their homes, trying to avoid the chaos that LA brings for New Years.

Stark, hollow town, Carson city lights, baby let's get high. Spend a johnny's cash, hitch another ride, we laugh until we cry. You say "go fast" I say "hold on tight", In the dead of night, dead of night.

Ashtray pulled up in their driveway, shutting off the engine and getting out of the car wordlessly, leaving you and Fez alone in the car, having already dropped off Rue.

Fez didn’t move, keeping his eyes fixed in the same direction they were while driving, fingers still tangled in your hair, now unmoving.

“Shoulda told me.” Fez said, you didn’t have to say anything, he knew you were awake.

“What would you have done?” You slurred, sitting up from your position.

“Whatever I had to do.”

You scoffed.

“Quit fuckin scoffin’ at me, I’m serious. This shit ain’t no joke like you and Rue make it out to be. Y’all are fucked up.”

“Don’t act like you all of the sudden care about me.”

Fez just shook his head, “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you what I wanna call you, (Y/l/n). I refuse to give you drugs for your own wellbeing and you do them anyway and nearly kill yourself. Nate Jacobs was draggin’ you off to the bathroom to do who knows fuckin’ what before Kat and Jules caught sight of you. Coulda been fuckin’ bad for you!”

“That’s not my fault, just because I was high doesn’t mean I wanted that!”

“God, I didn’t say that. You’re fuckin impossible. I care about you, I’ve always cared about you. Fuck, I might be in love with you!”

The silence and tension hung thick in the air, you almost felt like you could wipe it off of your face.

Fezco was breathing heavily, and if you weren’t coming down from a high you’d say you saw a couple tears run down his face.

“You shut me out for a year. That fuckin’ hurt, you know?”

You stayed silent, the corners of your mouth being pulled down in a tremble.

“M’sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Fezco drawled. “It’s not your fault and you know that.”

You nodded. Why didn’t you say it? Why couldn’t you tell him how much you love him too? How all you wanted the past year was to run and tell him everything, all of the hurt you’d been enduring, all of the pain and doubt and fear. But you kept your lips rolled into your mouth and your hands tightly rung together.

“You got anything else to say?”

“I have to go.” You hurried out, swiftly opening the car door and getting out, hurrying down the driveway in your thin heels, trying really hard to focus on not falling.

Six summers down, another dreamless night. You're not by my side. Scratch on the moon, like a familiar smile, stained on my mind. Some other town, someone else's life. Dead in the night, in the night.

You fought back tears as hard as you could until you arrived back home, which was fairly quickly due to how close you lived to Fezco and Ashtray.

You’d known Fezco since you were a baby, your parents were shitty too so you spent a lot of time with him and Ashtray and their grandma, who had become basically your grandma too, so you helped out a lot in taking care of her. Fez had always been like a big brother and Ashtray like a little one. Until one day Fez wasn’t your brother anymore. You blushed when he giggled, pushing his tongue slightly between his teeth. Your heart soared when he called you the nicknames he didn’t seem to call everyone else. And you caught yourself counting his freckles in the sunset during golden hour. You loved him.

But you were his little sister, you had to be. If you weren’t, then why’d you let Nate Jacobs sweep you off of your feet? If you weren't, all this shit was for nothing, right? Or is that what you deserved? Was Nate the best you could do?

If Nate was all you could get, then that’s the love you deserved, right?

If Nate Jacobs was a slap in the face or the roll of an eye, that’s the love you deserved.

Right?

The chime of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump.

Jules: let him in, i know ur doubting it.

You sighed. Jules always seemed to be your voice of reason. You met her through Rue, and you held a soft spot for the blonde girl, she had always been able to read your mind and provide you with the love you needed.

You quickly typed out Fezco’s name in your phone and typed a message, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

(Y/n): I’m sorry please come over so we can talk

Fezco: open the door 

Your heart nearly shot out of your chest and you bolted toward your front door, nearly tripping over your own feet multiple times. You nearly tore your front door open once you got there, coming face to face with the freckled boy you adored.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“I love you, too. I do.” You pushed the words out as quickly as you could, you needed him to know.

Fez smiled and looked at his shoes. “You still high?”

You shook your head, then paused, making Fez laugh.

“Only a little bit.”

“No more of that shit.” He said, his face turning serious, desperate, blue eyes searching yours, darting back and forth. “Don’t want you scarin’ me like that again. Can’t lose you, ya know?”

You nodded, a silent promise. If Nate was gone, and Fez was yours, you didn't need it anymore. The drugs were no longer of use to you.

Fez nodded. Shoving his hands in his pockets as his smile began to creep back on his lips before he started to sway back and forth. “You loveeee me.” His voice high pitched in a sing song tune.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, Jesus Christ.” But you had a smile playing on your lips.

Fez grabbed your hand gently and pulled you closer to him, a gentle thumb coming to caress the angry bruising decorating your wrist like a bracelet. A stark contrast in the way Nate had angrily touched you earlier in the night.

“Happy new year, homegirl.” He said softly, his face just inches away from yours, your noses just barely touching in the most agonizing yet beautiful way.

“You gonna be my new year's kiss, Fezco?”

Fezco didn’t respond, just placed his fingers on your chin gingerly bringing you even closer to his, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Fucking tease.”

And then his lips were on yours, and you felt like you were finally breathing for the first time in a year. His lips moved against yours so softly, but the kiss was still filled with so much heat and passion it made your head spin. He moved his hands from yours to rest on your waist, only gripping enough to make you feel his grasp. Your arms moved around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, the two of you backing slowly into your door frame, your back barely bumping against the wood.

He was everything. Your lips on yours was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined someone’s lips being. His teeth biting your lip was better than any drug you’ve ever shot into your body. His tongue against yours was more delicious than any dessert you’ve spooned into your mouth.

Fez broke his lips from yours and giggled at your whine, the melodic sound making you weak in the knees, only to quickly attach them to your neck, nipping and sucking at your neck so delicately you thought you might cry out from that alone.

“Fuckin’ pretty girl.” Fez mumbled against your neck before sponging a line of kisses up your neck, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, teasing you again before you whined and grabbed his face, connecting his lips with yours once again.

This was it, this was your heaven. Fez’s lips on yours and his hands on you, soothing your burning flesh with gentle squeezes and caresses of his thumb. He was right, you were a stupid, stupid girl.

“My room, please.” You stammered, Fez’s heart nearly stopping at the sound of your pleading.

“Mmmm.” He purred, connecting his lips to the sensitive spot behind your ear, drinking in the pretty noises spilling past your lips. “Yes ma’am.”

It's enough to make a young man…

[ackermanbitch]

Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 3

a/n: honestly this series prob wont even get a lot of attention but im very much enjoying writing it. also if you havent noticed reader isnt.....the brightest. like ofc shes smart in some senses, just not all of em. also we're pretending that civil war didnt escalate as fast as it did so my comedic filler makes sense :D

Part One

Part Two

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: cussing

word count: 2.6k

It was Sunday, she met up with Peter on Saturday and her dad was tired of asking himself, so instead he was sending in every Avenger to question his daughter.

First was Wanda. He knew her and (Y/N) were pretty close so she was a good first choice.

"Hey (Y/N), what's uppp? You were out the other day, right?" Wanda started, sitting on the edge of the teen's bed, watching her write something down at her desk.

"Yup." (Y/N) responded, not turning around to look at the redhead.

"Ohh, cool cool. What'd you do?" She tried to keep the tone light, but it was obvious she wasn't just chatting. Right now, (Y/N) couldn't really tell but Wanda's words sounded so forced.

"Homework." She swiveled her chair around to face Wanda, smiling slightly.

"You... Went out to do... Homework?"

"Yup, just homework. Math."

"..."

"Got quite a bit done actually, it was nice."

"Quite a bit, huh?" So, if she got a lot of work done, it meant there wasn't anything else she could've been doing. That was a relief.

"Yeahhh.. I actually have some more to do so if you don't mind..." (Y/N) mumbled, turning back to her desk where she most definitely wasn't doing any important work. Just doodling on the edge of her history assignment.

Well, that was a failure, next up: Steve, who's only doing this because he's also worried about the young Stark hanging out with boys, not because Tony asked him to.

(Y/N) always spilled her secrets to Steve, he was just easy to talk to like that. She still gripped her pencil a little tighter when she heard her door open behind her, contemplating putting on headphones and blasting them as loud as she could.

"Hey kid, what's up? What's going on in your world, do anything fun recently?" He asked as normally as he could, walking over to her desk.

"Nothing fun, no."

He nodded, leaning against the white wood, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, did you do anything boring then?"

"It required all my brainpower, so no, I wouldn't say boring either just... Tiring." (Y/N) caught onto the whole scheme right before Wanda left her room, so of course she was going to mess with them by making her responses as vague as possible.

"Tiring?"

"Yup."

"Well, why was it tiring?"

"Like I just said, brainpower. And I don't have a ton of that so yeah, exhausting actually."

Steve raised an eyebrow, "Wanda said you were doing homework."

"Why is Wanda telling you what we talk about? That's kinda weird Cap." (Y/N) retorted, still not looking up from her paper.

"Ah it just uh, slipped into conversation. Tony said you were with someone?" He pried further, being utterly terrible at trying to stay subtle.

(Y/N) nodded, "Yeah, a friend."

"Where'd you meet hi- ahem, this friend?"

"School."

"Makes sense, makes sense..." Steve mumbled, looking down. "What's their name, have you been friends for a while?" He asked nonchalantly, looking back up at her.

"Nope, just started hanging out. Once. Yesterday."

'That's something at least.' He thought to himself, starting to tap his foot. Her avoidance of the first question didn't go unnoticed by him though.

"You plan to hang out more?" Geez, he was determined, was Tony paying him or something?

"Yeah actually I-" FUCK! Steve's easy-to-talk to-ness was getting to her.

He grinned, pushing off the desk and walking towards her door, "Make sure you finish that homework kid." (Y/N) grumbled something in response, rolling her eyes.

'I'm fucked, dad's gonna try and put me on lock down now.' She thought, thinking all the interrogating was over after her slip up. But oh no, Tony wanted a full name and who better to get information than an actual spy?

Natasha didn't waste any time, spinning (Y/N)'s chair around to face her as soon as she walked in. "What's his name?"

"Honestly, I can't remember, it was a whole day ago Na-"

"What's his name, (Y/N)? Tony will just continue bothering you with all his antics until you tell him or one of us, so tell me." Natasha cut her off, gripping the arms of the chair so (Y/N) had no escape.

(Y/N) sighed loudly, "Why does he care so much? I'm sure he has more important things to worry about, you know, 'cause he's Iron Man and all? Like that meeting no one will tell me about, but I definitely deserve to know about."

"Because you're his child, (Y/N). Your safety is more important than the world's safety in his opinion. He might not tell you enough, if at all, but he will always put you above his work, even if that work is saving the damn world." Natasha let go of the chair, squatting to (Y/N)'s level, "And no, you don't need to know about the meeting, so don't bother asking anyone else about it, kid."

(Y/N) stayed silent, grinding her teeth as she thought. Terrible habit that she most definitely got from her dad. "Peter isn't a threat, Nat. He's just a sweet guy trying to help me pass." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I'll tell you his last name for fucks sake, if you make sure my dad doesn't try to lock me up in response. I'm seeing him next weekend for more tutoring, and he really helps, I swear."

Natasha nodded, "I know he's not a threat because I know you-" She lightly jabbed her finger into (Y/N)'s chest, "are smart. Smart enough to know who has bad intentions and who doesn't. Of course you wouldn't willingly go to a guy's apartment by yourself if you didn't think he was harmless."

"How did you know I went to his apar-"

"Name, (Y/N)."

"Parker. His name is Peter Parker."

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"Parker? I knew it!" Tony exclaimed, sighing in relief.

"Wa- wait! You knew who it was and still made us interrogate her?!" Wanda questioned, throwing her arms up in the air. Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes and Natasha just leaned back with a sigh.

"I'm just glad I didn't have to go in there, she scares me." Sam mumbled, taking a sip of his drink.

"I had to make sure, there's plenty of Peter's at Midtown and I didn't think the kid would ever have the balls to dare hang out with (Y/N) Stark of all people." Tony explained, "He's just a nerd, I'm sure she's paying him quite a bit to have him do her homework."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "He didn't do it for her, Tony. He helped her, she told me."

"With math? I don't know, I couldn't even tutor her." He shook his head, crossing his arms.

"Maybe she needed someone her age to help her, a friend." Wanda retorted before standing up and leaving the room with more sass than necessary.

Tony just huffed, "He definitely did it for her."

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The Sokovia Accords. Tony wanted to sign them, Steve didn't. What were the Accords even for and why wouldn't Steve sign them?

(Y/N) hid around the corner that morning, eavesdropping on the Avengers. She didn't stay long enough to get all the information so she wouldn't be late for school, but she still tried to piece things together as she rode in the backseat of the black car Happy was driving.

Accords, accords, accords... Must be some treaty. Obviously has to do with Sokovia, which means Ultron, which means the Avengers. Are they going to sign a peace treaty with Sokovia? Why would Steve be against that, he's all for peace, freedom, all that... And why would they need to sign something like that, they saved Sokovia?

(Y/N) groaned, dropping her head against her headrest, closing her eyes.

"Something wrong?" Happy asked suddenly, making (Y/N) open her eyes.

"I just have a test today." She lied, seeing the dreaded school come into view. Happy parked down the street, as always. It wasn't Happy himself she was embarrassed of or anything, it was the fact she had a chauffeur and was still going to Midtown High out of any school. People already talked about her being a spoiled brat in the halls, pulling up in a fancy black car every day didn't help.

She hopped out of the car, swinging her backpack over her shoulder and thanking Happy for driving her, as if he didn't drive her almost everywhere.

After getting a notebook and pencil bag out of his locker for first period, Peter slammed the door shut. "Hey Parker, I wa-"

"Jesus Christ!" He stumbled to the side, not having noticed (Y/N) standing behind his locker door with her arms crossed. "Do you know what the Sokovia Accords are?" She asked nonchalantly. Who else would she ask? He's a nerd, he must know all about stuff like this.

"I- the what? No, I don't think I've heard of that." He shook his head slightly, looking around for Ned to save him before Flash saw him and (Y/N) talking. Flash asked her out at every turn, always being denied quite violently and if he saw who he thought was the lamest loser on earth talking to her, he'd probably do more than call him names.

"Okay well, what do you think it is?" She continued, leaning forward slightly. She still had her backpack on, apparently going straight to Peter's locker. How did she even know where his locker was-

The brunette stuttered, "I mean- I- Could we maybe talk after class? L- lunch maybe?" He asked, still looking around to make sure Flash wasn't in the vicinity.

"Okay, lunch, I'm holding you to that Parker, this is important." She nodded, turning away to run to her first class. "Also," She began again, looking back at Peter, "don't tell anyone what I asked you, or else." She added, finally leaving the confused boy to his own.

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It felt like a million years before lunch rolled around, (Y/N) currently stood surveying the cafeteria for her resident nerd. She usually sat in her homeroom while she ate to avoid Flash and his goons, so the lunchroom was pretty foreign to her.

She still made it to the table easily, dropping onto the bench next to Peter, making him jump and squeeze the apple in his hand so hard it broke.

"Jeez, do you work out?" She mumbled, "Never seen someone break a fucking apple in half."

Peter laughed awkwardly, quickly wiping his hands off with a napkin while Ned also stared at him wide eyed.

"Anyway, this is Ned, right?" (Y/N) asked, setting her chin in her hand. Ned nodded, "You know my name?" He asked, eyes still wide. "Uhm yeah, why wouldn't I? We're in like three classes together Ned." She laughed.

He laughed a bit too, "We've never talked much, but Peter told me all about your study da-"

"Ned!" Peter interrupted, kicking his friend's shin under the table. Ned gasped, looking at the brunette in mock offense. "Dude, what, you wouldn't stop ta-" Another kick, and another.

Peter cleared his throat, turning to (Y/N), "So uh, Sokovia Accords?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at Ned before looking back at Peter, "Yeah, ever head of em'? No reason, just- curious."

He hummed, "No, I haven't. Sounds like a pea-"

"Hey (Y/N), I have some questions myself actually." Ned interrupted, kicking Peter's shin. Peter gaped at him, about to kick him back before (Y/N) responded, "Sure, what's up?"

"What's Captain America like? How tall is he? Have you held his shield? How much does it weigh? Y'know, heavy, light, weightless? What's Hulk like? How tall is he? Why is he green?" Ned rambled, ignoring Peter's glares.

"She's not your Wikipedia, dude-"

"Hmm, Cap is nice, he's like six foot something. No, I haven't held it, I'm not allowed to touch stuff like that," She rolled her eyes before continuing, "But he carries it like it weighs nothing, but he is really strong so maybe it's really heavy but why would you use something heavy as a weapon if you have to use it often so it's probably not very heavy. Hulk is well, Hulk, he's at least 8 feet tall and I have no idea." (Y/N) rambled, talking with her hands at certain points.

Ned nodded slowly before giving Peter the cheekiest smile he could.

"So, Accords. You think it's a peace treaty too? That's what I thought but it doesn't make sense. There's nothing between America and Sokovia.." She mumbled the last part, looking at Peter expectantly.

"Where'd you hear about this? Sounds pretty serious." Peter asked, wondering why the hell this girl who just started talking to him is spilling government secrets.

"I live with the Avengers Parker, I hear eve- Can he be trusted? Can you be trusted?" (Y/N) suddenly asked, remembering that this is extremely confidential and that she's not even supposed to know about it.

Peter nodded quickly, "Yea- Yeah, Ned won't tell anyone, and neither will I, not like we have anyone to talk to."

"That's what I said!" (Y/N) exclaimed, dropping her fist on the table suddenly. Peter raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, waiting for her to continue. "You know, we should hang out more often. You guys are chill- actually, wanna come over? We could talk more about this and like study or something." She grinned, looking between the two boys expectantly.

"I- wait- you're inviting us to your- place? Like Stark Tower?!" Ned gasped, Peter kicking him again and (Y/N) waving her hands quickly, "Don't- yell that!" She whisper yelled, looking around to make sure no one heard. "Why wouldn't you want people to know you live with the Avengers?" Ned whispered back, "It's the coolest thing ever!"

"Not everyone thinks it's cool, why do you think no one talks to me Ned?" She asked, still checking for any eavesdroppers. "So, you up for it? It's fine if y-"

"Yes."

"Yes!"

They answered in sync, Peter bouncing his knee nervously.

"You're hanging out with those losers, Stark?"

"MJ! I didn't notice you there, what's up?" (Y/N) smiled at the quiet girl who was at the other end of the table with a book in her hand. They knew each other from detention, (Y/N) ending up there with too many late passes and MJ was there because... The young Stark had no idea, but she was always there.

"Nothing, just watching this rare encounter of the nerds and 'Richie Rich'."

(Y/N) just smiled politely before looking back at the boys. "Just walk around the corner after school, I'll pick you up. Now I gotta go before Flash hunts you guys down, see ya!" She grinned, standing from the table and leaving the cafeteria with not another word.

"Dude, she's awesome! Pinch me, man, pinch me!" Ned exclaimed, trying to get Peter's attention, who was still staring out the door to the lunchroom.

"I know, right?" He mumbled, his chin resting in his hand.

a/n: yall can tell reader has like never had real friends right? just casually walking up to peter and talking to him like theyve know each other for years💀social cues are nowhere to be found

[whyoneartheven]

ANDNSKJSIDNAMA AK NO WAY YOU DREW ONE OF THEM IM SCREAMING

he looks so FABULOUS in your style whaattt admsksjkskakk

also the name Scrunklewife is killing me XDD

Ok so I put all the infodumping below the cut… The majority is about names…

Yeah… I’m kinda writing a book lol

I started it when I was a kid and have been developing it ever since, but I recently began taking a fiction writing class and started actually going for it XD

Scrunklewife’s real name… ok so when I first started this story I was like 12 maybe and I named him Benedict, or Ben! But as I designed the story I kinda wanted the names to have a more Gaelic feel, and Benedict is a Latin name XD

so I might go with something like Coire, or Coran (the most favored candidate lol), or even Corin, but I can’t really decide since I’m so used to calling him Ben… oh, also, fun fact: he and the redhead are the same person! I’m just uncertain about his design lol.. Here are some alternatives I drew a while back on my phone!

Ok tbh I really can’t decide anything about him…

Alright then the first guy, saying “what is life,” is gonna be either called Brien or Ansel, and lemme just say he is the most unstable of the “good guys” XD so yeah he just has a lot of existential crises all the time…

the second girl, who coughs a lot and then dies… well I started by calling her Rose, but I don’t know if it fits anymore lol

and the coughing and then dying is a foreshadowing of her fate and it’s kinda spoilers, but no she does not die of the coughing XD

the next character, saying “murder..”

weellll I’m stuck between her being either French inspired or sort of eastern… (she’s supposed to be kinda an immigrant to the island my story is centered in) I originally called her Teresa, which is pretty French, but I don’t know that I want to keep that name…

anyways, she is saying “murder” because she has a very feisty and aggressive personality, and is not afraid to beat people up XD

Ok and finally the girl in blue, the one I did a big version of her face, is Anna! I never had any problems with her name XD

she’s kinda the main character but also not at all, and she’s actually the “what is life” guy’s long lost sister XD

Ok then that is it!! My not exactly asked for infodumping spree is at an end! For now….

oo, have any OCs?

*sees this ask*

*screams*

*dumps way too many out of context and not at all finalized doodles and designs on your head*

This is the result of a perfectionist and slight history nerd trying to create an original fantasy world…

Not a single one of these designs is finalized…

[grxvitye]

magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

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you do not have my permission to translate nor to repost my writing on any platform. comments, likes and reblogs are always very much appreciated<3

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When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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Batfam working at Wayne Enterprise AU

requested by @spookytragedyllama !!! (for info on requests, checkout my pinned)

Here’s each member of the batfam as positions they would hold in Wayne Enterprise, because everyone needs to pitch in to run the family business. These are just headcanons to ~establish the characters~ but in the future i might actually write something!!! (Note: I do not work an office job so Im looking up/guessing postion names)

Dick

would be the head of customer service

All of WE’s angry customers/rivals absolutely melt at his charm 

He’s able to sway all customer’s his way even the toughest of them all

He cracks jokes with all of his coworkers at the water cooler HAHAH

Jason

unfortunately Jason is still legally dead so he can’t hold too much of a high position without people noticing

So he’s an “intern”

but he spends most of the day watching the ports and deliveries, making sure no one’s trying to pull anything fishy

If they do,,, well thats what the nighttime is for

Tim

obviously the CEO/CEO in training (its literally canonical)

He also acts as their business rep, going to all those meetings with people

He has the power to fire people on the spot

This man brings his coffee addiction to his job wtf

Is either on top of it all or so lost there’s no in between

Damian

is a child so technically doesn’t have to work but hey it builds character

apparently he’s also canonically a good businessman??

fills in for tim at business meetings he cant go to/ falls asleep before

helps jason intimidate people who try to do illegal shit

Sometimes he helps out with managerial duties and suddenly everyone’s scared as FUCK of the kid

Duke Thomas

head of communications

This is Duke “I know a guy” Thomas I mean come on

When I say that he knows everyone in his division I mean everyone

The batfam will be meeting and Tim will be like “Ok I need to find someone who is skilled in both technology and finance” “Oh yeah that’s definitely brad on the 4th floor he’ll be great”

“Ok... well we’re gonna need someone who can translate Japanese for-” “oh abby has a friend who works as a translator”

“Oh- well what should we eat tonight?” “ben gave me a coupon for batburger”

Cassandra Cain

Tim’s adviser

She comes with him to his business meetings so she could analyze each person based on their body language

And then she just whispers them to tim in front of the people and they get nervous

“this guy is bluffing make his offer lower”

“they are trying to get us to give up the plot of land because they want it”

“I could knock out this guy with a punch to the neck”

She has trouble typing so Tim doesn’t make her do any other secretary work and she just watches cats on youtube

Stephanie

social media manager

I mean she’s Stephanie “twitter stan account” Brown

created and runs the company’s tik tok

It actually blew up because shes just that good

“5 billionaires I would spare in the class war” and its just pictures of bruce

She is super good at analyzing data and uses that to make sure her posts succeed

Barbara

If god was a redhead with glasses

legal adviser and the public relations adviser

Is literally a politician in canon 

Also a super hacker so she makes sure no dirt gets online

Everyone’s mom

Bruce

hes either still head or hes dead lol

[isolemnlyswear]

ooo could i request a remus x fem! reader where both of them are very shy so it takes lily, james and sirius to push them together. and whenever they talk to each other they stutter a lot?

always have, always will.

a/n : guess what! i made this way too intense again. i can't help it; its so much easier for me to write a really fucking intense love rather than a crush IM SORRY !! the end is the only cute part the rest is shite

HAPPY (very belated bc i don't have any motivation) BIRTHDAY REMUS MY BEAUTIFUL BOY

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young!remus lupin x fem!reader

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"Oh." you sigh, blinking when you see Remus inside. Your huff isn't one of discontent; rather, as you enter the common room, you're simply nervous, timid to deal with the boy. As soon as you want to speak in front of him, to tell him that you really, really like him, you start blushing, turning into a stammering mess.

Alas, you swallow your fear, sitting down on the plush maroon chair opposite him and Sirius; Lily is on the floor, flipping through a potions book, and James is sprawled across your coordinating chair. Remus is lying against the side of the couch, knees up with arms wrapped around his legs. He's smiling, laughing at a joke Sirius told prior to your arrival.

Your heart is aching in your chest, and you try to will it to stop yearning for this boy, but there's a voice inside your head. One that tells you that he's all you could ever need.

Such thoughts reduce you to mush when Lily notices your arrival.

"There she is! How are 'ya?" the redhead greets you happily, and such a simple question is blocked out by your tunnel vision; you can only focus on one thing at the moment, and it's Remus.

You don't speak for a moment, zoning out, but when your eyes meet those of Remus, you quickly snap out of your trance, shaking your head.

"'M fine. J-just tired, I think 'm gonna go upstairs-" you manage to say, but you're cut off by an incredulous Sirius.

"S'five in the afternoon!" he says with a laugh, and you nod.

"And?" you quip, focus now returned when you tear your eyes away from Remus.

"Y'gotta stay down here, dinner's soon!" Lily replies, and you glare at her. She knows exactly why you want to leave at the moment, rather, she knows about how in love you are with one of your best friends. She raises her hands in mock surrender, and you sigh.

It's almost painful, the next hour. You're trying so hard to not make it alarmingly obvious concerning your... issue, but it's proving to be quite difficult.

And then, finally, it's dinner. You're able to get away with not talking, as you pretend to be eating anytime you're asked a question, and Remus is silent as well.

You eventually can sneak away to your dorm, wanting to sleep to rid yourself of the thoughts that give you no reprieve during the day.

But, of course, your dreams are of Remus.

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Unbeknownst to you, and Remus, the entire rest of the marauders (and about half your year) are painfully aware of your affection for the boy.

And his for you.

So they hatch a plan; it’s simple, but effective.

You're all lounging in the common room -a typical Saturday afternoon - when James poses an odd request.

“Hey, Y/N? D’you wanna go look at something for me?” he asks, fighting back the smile that threatens at his lips. You nod, eager to get away from the tension that you and Remus are swamped by.

“What is it?” you ask as he gets up, leading you up the stairs and to his dorm room. You're confused, eyebrows furrowing and hands wringing nervously.

“You'll see.” James grins at you as you enter the dorm room - which has four beds, three of which are littered with laundry and other teenage boy things, but one is impeccably neat, and you assume it to be Remus’s.

“James, what-” you begin, but he shushes you with a laugh.

“Lily’s cat won't get out of this closet, y’see, and I know you're good with animals and the like, so could you...get it? For Lily, f’course, ” he asks, pointing to a rather large closet in the corner of their dorm.

You raise your eyebrows, but nod, opening the doors and getting in, eyes searching for Lily’s feline friend.

But as soon as you drop to your knees, a soft thud reverberates through the closet. James had shut the doors, and the closet was big enough to where you weren't claustrophobic, thankfully. But there is no cat in sight. None.

Downstairs, however, James had strolled in nonchalantly, and Lily’s grinning.

“What did you do this time, Prongs?” Remus sighs, unaware that the others around him are all aware of their little plot.

“Maybe you should go upstairs and find out,” James says ominously, raising a dark eyebrow. Remus glares at him, sighing.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, still holding his gaze on the brunette. Lily giggles, and Remus shoots her an impatient glare. “What did you do to her?” The question is directed at no one in particular, but the irascible tone in the lycanthrope’s voice demands an answer.

“Once again, go upstairs and find out, mate.” James’s tone, however, is one of amusement.

Remus takes in a querulous breath, turning to stomp up the stairs.

Undivulged to him, James is sneakily creeping up the stairs behind the boy.

You're pounding at the mahogany of the closet door, and you've forgotten your wand downstairs, leaving you helpless in the space. You ponder why James would do such a thing, but you brush it off, figuring it was another prank, one of all too many.

“Y/N?” Remus questions hesitantly into the empty dorm, and your ears prick up at his voice.

“I'm in here!!” you shout, pounding at the closet door, and Remus rushes to open it for you.

But as soon as he's inside, helping you up, James, with a flick of his wand, shuts the door.

You're locked in.

With Remus.

And it's absurd, really, how quickly your heart is beating in your ribcage.

“Prongs I swear to Merlin-” Remus starts irritably, but stops himself with a tremulous inhale.

“Fuck,” you whisper, cowering to the back of the closet. Remus’s scent is surrounding you, the honey and chocolate and dark cologne enveloping you in a blanket of bliss. You’re thankful for the dim nature of the closet, for your cheeks are rouging with embarrassment.

Little known to you, Remus’s heart is pounding in his ears, and he’s even more entranced by your scent, what with his dog-like sense of smell. It's his favorite scent in the world, truly, one he could get lost in forever.

“Sorry,” the boy whispers, slumping down across the space from you, and you quirk a brow.

“W-what are you sorry for, Remus?” you ask quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I got us locked in here, didn't I?” You can hear the soft smile in his voice, a bittersweet one.

“But that isn't too bad, is it?” you say, courage surging through your bones as the darkness shields your nerves.

“Oh yeah?” he asks under his breath, laughing softly.

“What, am I that unbearable?” you tease, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.

“No,” Remus says remarkably quickly, and then he hesitates for a second. “Quite the opposite.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but his words ring in your ears like a mantra.

“That's quite cryptic,” you say, taking in a deep breath.

“Y’gonna make me spell it out for you?”

“If you mean what I think you do, fuck, either I'm being terribly idiotic right now or...” you trail off, noticing that Remus is closer to you, now.

“Or what?” he breathes, and you close your eyes slowly.

“Or...if you're, um, insinuating what I think you to be, and I get words out correctly enough to respond...” you leave the rest of the sentence unsaid, words trapped in your throat.

“What then?” Remus says ever-so-quietly, and you take in another breath, eyes still pressed closed.

“I'd be making the best decision of my life.”

You can hear the boy’s breath hitch in his throat. You open your eyes to see that he's next to you, now, and the soft light from under the door that illuminates you as the sun lowers is glimmering on his skin, bouncing off the scars in his skin and the gold flecks in his eyes.

“Perhaps... Perhaps it’d be right of you to make that assumption. That I'm saying what you think I am, that is.” He breathes slowly, and your eyes flick to him again.

“This conversation is the most cryptic thing I've ever heard,” you say quietly with a laugh, and Remus nods in agreement.

“We’re getting the point across, though, aren't we?” he jests, and you giggle. Your expression then turns serious, and you turn so that you're facing the boy.

“Could I... Could I take you up on that offer of spelling it out?” you say breathlessly, and Remus smiles gently.

“We could say it on three,” he suggests, and you laugh.

“Merlin, we're like toddlers. Fine, on your count, then,” you reply with a nod, heart a jackhammer in your chest.

“One... Two...” he pauses for a second, and you let out a breath.

He's fully facing you, as well, and you see a glint in his eyes that's so familiar yet so new.

“Fuck this,” he says before the last count, and your eyes widen. “I love you, Y/N. I'm- I'm in love with you.” he admits, shutting his eyes like he's ripping off a particularly menacing bandaid.

You don't respond for a moment, mouth open in shock. But as soon as you snap out of your trance, you notice the boy’s posture; he's nervous, recoiled as if he's worried you wouldn't say it back.

You place a delicate hand on the side of his face, thumbing over his cheek, and he relaxes at your touch, still not opening his eyes.

You softly press your lips to his, and he responds instantaneously, one hand reaching to pull you in by your waist, the other resting on your cheek.

There's a fire exploding inside you, and it’s glorious, golden sparks erupting after being kept inside for so long. Your lips are dancing in a delicate rhythm with his, like they were meant to. He tastes like chocolate and bliss, and his hand wraps in your hair, tongue swiping over your lips gently.

After what feels simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all, you break away for air, resting your forehead against his.

“Now it's my turn to infer from that,” he breathes after a moment, and you smile.

“Not quite as cryptic, you'll find.” You smile, kissing him again. “I love you, Remus Lupin. Always have, always will.”

[pinkmirth]

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗯𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗰𝘀: 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁

[𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀]- 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂, 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼, 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶, 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶, 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀

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𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲:

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𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶;

•he was getting some spicy food at a street market one day after school. •you then went up to him randomly, asking what would be a good food to get since you were new to japan. •his face practically reddened at the sight of you, but he merely clicked his teeth, saying that he couldn't help you because his taste is extremely spicy. •you responded with a laugh, saying that you were more than capable to handle spice. •you both ended up eating and chatting together as you ate. •well, you did most of the talking as he nodded and grunted in response half of the time.. •nonetheless, you found his company very enlightening, so you asked for his number successfully.

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"excuse me?" a strangely accented voice called out to bakugou, the boy turning in the direction of the voice. "hah?" he called out as he looked down at you, instantly deeming you as american, hence the accent and your uniquely fascinating look. "is there any food that you can recommend to me? im new here.." you told him sheepishly as you flashed a small smile, the boy's face heating up dangerously. you then started to hear small fizzling noises, your attention drawn to his hands, which were letting out small explosions. "you good?" you asked in a concerned tone. "i thought that you wanted food, the fuck are you worried about me for?" he replied snappily, making you blink your eyes at him. "damn.." you muttered under your breath, though you didn't take it personal. "listen, your tongue is gonna burn the fuck off if i pick out food for you, woman." he laughed in a mocking manner. "boy," you scoffed, "i can handle more than a bit of damn seasoning..!" you chuckled, looking up at him with those dark glistening eyes of yours. he then ordered two small bowls of spicy curry for the both of you and told you to sit your ass down at the nearest outdoor table, to which you only laughed at him. "you didn't have to pay for it, yknow.." you told him, taking a spoonful of food nonetheless. "just think of it as hospitality.. or a welcoming gift or some shit. you're new here anyway.." he grumbled, taking a bite out of his own food. "what's your name?" you asked him, "don't worry about my name," he scoffed, "when i become the number one hero, everybody's gonna know my fucking name!" he said triumphantly, a cocky smirk on his face. "is that so..?" you asked him with a grin, "that's only if i don't become the number one hero..! you gon have to watch out for me, cause i'm your new competition!" you laughed, making his eye twitch. "is that a fucking challenge?" he spoke, "maybe." you replied, taking another bite of your food. he couldn't lie, it impressed him how you were taking full blown spoonfuls and not complaining about any spice, the drink he bought you staying untouched. "ay," you called out, "your face is red! i thought that you was the one tellin' me bout spice!" you snickered. "it's not the fucking spice that's making me blush!" he retorted, his face getting redder as he watched you let out a series of giggles. before long, the food was finished and he was ready to leave the table without even saying goodbye. "aht aht, where you goin to?" you asked him as you stood up with him. "home, the fuck? its not like ive got the time to talk to a stranger all damn day!" he said in defense. "well, you've at least gotta tell me your name!" you whined, "fine, shut up, puffball!" he said as you gasped. "really? puffball?" you gasped sarcastically, a hand at your heart. "you wanna know my name or not?" he snapped, "yes, of course!" you exclaimed, "s'bakugou. don't fucking forget it." he said, watching you nod as you took in the name. "—can i get your number too, bakugou?" you asked as he groaned. "fucking fine.." he grunted, "you got a pen?" he asked, taking a hold of your arm. "i can just get out my phone, the fuck you tryna write on my skin for?!" you said as he chuckled, "its more memorable that way, duh, puffball. you should be damn grateful to be the first to get an autograph from the one and only lord explosion murder." he said, taking the pen you handed him as he wrote his digits on your forearm, the gentle, warm but firm grip he had on your wrist making you unknowingly grin. "now you've gotta do the same. your name and number, puffball." he said, cocking his brow as you started to laugh. "eh, ill tell you allat when I feel like it. see ya, bakugou." you said, disappearing into the crowd of the bustling street market before he could make any snarky remark, a small smirk on his face that even surprised him, he was sure that the feeling that made his ears buzz and heat up was merely irritation. "she's such a damn tease..!" he couldn't even recall when he became intrigued.

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𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂;

•he "met" you via call. •him, kaminari, and sero were pulling an all nighter together in his room, just hanging out on the bed. •like the immature teenage boys they are, they decided to play 'dare or dare' at two in the morning. •kirishima had been dared to call his number neighbor, which he was hesitant of, despite doing the dare anyway. •the phone rang as he placed it on the bed, the goofy trio looking at it in anticipation, expecting some old geezer to pick up the phone. •boy, were they wrong.

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"cmon, bro! i did the dare you gave me, so you've gotta do the same!" kaminari urged, making kirishima sigh. "it wasn't even that extreme of a dare! you just had to let sero smack you!" the redhead protested, "and that shit was fun, too. id do it again, ha!" the raven haired boy laughed out, earning a nudge to the side from the electric blond.

"don't be a pussy, just call and hang up if it makes you feel any better!" kaminari suggested, "fine, ill do it!" kirishima gave in, "don't start feeling disappointed when some 100 year old guy picks up the phone, kami!" he huffed.

eijirou dialed the number on his phone,

xxx-xxx-xxxy, which was only the slightest bit different from his number, which was

xxx-xxx-xxxx.

he then set the phone on the bed and put it on speaker, the boys looking within themselves as they waited for the person on the other side of the line to answer.

"nevermind, fuck this.." kaminari sighed, running a hand through his golden blond locks. the phone then finally picked up, kirishima's ears perking up eagerly.  

"ahm.. h-hello?" a smooth, feminine voice called out tiredly, the boys gaping at eachother. "uhm.. hello!" kirishima replied, "who da hell out here callin me at two am?" you asked, making the boys tense up your at your tone.

the redhead started to feel bad for waking you up, the sleepiness apparent in your voice. you then let out a series of melodic chuckles, ones that made kirishima want to hold a hand at his pounding heart.

"who this?" you asked, "kirishima! that's my name, at least! im your number neighbor, ha.." he said, "well, kirishima.." you spoke once more, your captivating accent making him infer that you were black, but that only excited him more, leaving him to wonder how beautiful you truly were, "imma talk to you later. a girl gotta sleep, yknow?" you told him, your voice velvety as the sound waves hit his ears.

"y-yeah, sure!" he complied. "ill save your number though, boo." you told him, the simple nickname making him smile to himself.

"wait, what's your name?" he asked you, "y/n. cute name, right?" you giggled, his heart clenching at the sound.

"how about I meet up with you tomorrow, y/n?" he suggested. "that would be nice, kirishima.." you said into the phone, the eagerness heard in your voice to meet this mystery boy, "you had better not be no random dealer.." you sighed, "no, I don't sell..!!!" he gasped in reply. "perfect." you said, "goodnight, kirishima. ion know what you doin up at two am, but have a blast, boo." that was the last thing you said before ending the call.

"...she sounds like a total fuckin’ babe! you're welcome, kiri!" kaminari said, but the sharky boy was too busy thinking about the call, your voice replaying in his head. apparently, eijirou thought dazedly, voice kinks actually ARE real..

"she was..

damn

"

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𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂;

•he met you at some beauty supply store. •you might be wondering; what the hell is deku doing at the damn beauty supply? •see, he was there with mirio to get some stuff for eri so they could do her hair, and he didn't really know what to get. •he saw you in the same isle as him later on and decided to ask what would be good to get for a little girl. •when you turned to him and smiled, he choked on thin air and was astonished with you and your 'melanated' beauty. •despite his nervous stammering, he accomplished in getting your number.

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"eri-chan, do you like this one..?" izuku asked, holding up a light green bow to her pale blue hair. "deku-san.. any color is fine.." the smaller girl replied, her large red eyes staring into his emerald ones. he sighed before flashing her a small smile, putting the bow back up. he wanted to give the girl something that would make her feel pretty, but he didn't know what she would really like.. "do you know anything about hair products and stuff, togata-senpai..?" midoriya asked mirio, whom only shrugged in reply. "i used to have longer hair, but I didn't really use any accessories, yknow!" the blond replied in his normal ecstatic tone. "oh.." deku sighed, "ill just keep looking!" he then walked into another row, glancing at all the hair products for natural hair, the tropical, warm, and sugary smells sending his nose into heaven. his hair was a bit curly himself, so maybe he'd be able to use some of them..? anyway, he continued to look through the products, letting out a huff, since he didn't find anything eye catching that gave him 'eri' vibes. he then saw a flash of chocolate brown in his peripheral vision, along with a good whiff of a smell similar to all those hair products, making him let out a small moan at the scent, which would probably become his new favorite smell. he turned around to see you, a black girl around his age that was dressed stylishly, your curly/coily hair captivating him as he gazed at you, whom was merely crouching down to look at some hair clips and other things that you were interested in. he then got the great idea to ask for your help! "hello? excus—" he called out to you as you jerked your head up, looking at him with a pack of durable hair ties in hand. he hadn't gotten a good look at your face, but now that he had, his breath had hitched on the spot as he felt heat rise to his freckled cheeks. he wanted to say something, but something about your melanated beauty intimidated him. not like he was scared, but he just wanted to make a good impression so bad that he froze up. you started to stand up from your crouching position, your dark brown/[color] eyes watching him curiously. "hi..!" you spoke cooly in your rich, slang-suffused voice. "h-hi!" he replied briskly, his fists clenched in flustered-ness. "i-i wanted t-to ask.." he stammered, giving himself a slap mentally, "if y-you could help m-me pick out some hair accessories! ones that would be good for a little girl..!" he explained, gulping a bit as he finished. your dark eyes only examined him as he spoke, your plump, glossy lips curving up into a smile that made him melt. "sure! why you ain't ask me earlier, boy? actin all cute and nervous.." you chuckled, making midoriya believe you made him fall in love with a stranger at first sight.. after some looking, you found a pair of red bows that you had just assumed would look good on the girl he spoke of, and that they did, the vibrant color matching with eri's big red eyes. she seemed to like them as well, the six year old girl twirling with the ribbons of the bows around her small fingers. "thank you so much! i think she actually likes them..!" izuku said in relief, the small smile on eri's face making him grin as well. "no problem! happy I could help, man." you said, making your way over to the cashier. he wanted to talk to you more.. "psst!" mirio whispered, "go talk to her!" he encouraged, izuku giving off a brisk nod of courage in reply. "h-hey!" he called out to you. "i-i wanted t-to ask you s-something again...!" he said once more, watching you sling the bag of beauty products onto your forearm as you listened to him, his flustered voice being something you found absolutely adorable. "c-can i h-have your.. number..?"

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𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮; *𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 :)*

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•you both sat next to eachother on a train ride home. •but before that, you had noticed him at your membership gym where you did your exercise and acrobatics. •you couldn't help but take glances at him •he was well built, toned, tall, and pretty damn flexible, plus he was shirtless, so of course you had to look.. •you were even gazing at him for so long that you lost your balance and stumbled a bit.. •before you could introduce yourself, which you were more than willing to do, the cute but peculiarly elbowed boy had left. •to your delight, you saw him again as you entered the train for your ride home. •he shares his oranges with you >///<

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"dayumm.." you whistled lowly, watching a black haired male from across the gymnasium. his back faced towards you, so you couldn't really see his face. you were doing simple stretches, in a side split at the moment, since you weren't in the mood for doing as much exercise. your eyes followed everywhere he went, taking in all of his motions and the flexing of his back muscles that you could see through his flimsy orange tank top, which he was actually starting to take off to your delight, pulling it over his head. your eyes widened before your lips curved up into a small smirk. "ive been blessed with this view.." you joked. you weren't the kind to be obsessed with boys and their looks or anything, but something about this guy was riveting, especially his elbows.. he then turned around, slowly lowering himself into a side splits position as he let a small huff leave his lips, wincing at the stretching of his inner thigh muscles. "he clearly hasn't done this shit in a while.." you said to yourself, watching him stretch forward as he stayed in his side splits position. he then looked up, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. his cheeks reddened in awe as he saw you, whom was already looking at him. he then flashed a wide smile, one that made you smile back, the contrast of your brown skin and pearly whites making him grin even wider. he seemed to slyly wink at you before getting up, walking over to another area of the gymnasium as you huffed over his departure. or maybe that wink was just your imagination..? "come back, hot guy.." you whined to yourself, getting up as well and making your way over to the nearby aerial skills fabric, only because you wanted to do something impressive that the black haired boy would see from afar. you made your way up the fabric, pulling yourself up with the incredible upper body strength that you had. you set yourself in a comfortable position, also in a position as to where you could see the 'elbows' guy a lot clearer. "it should be illegal to go around lookin that damn good.." you said to yourself, watching him do a simple form of yoga by himself in a calm corner. he then opened his eyes abruptly, digging into the pocket of his sweats to take out his phone, which was going off, probably for an alarm that he had set up. he got up, stretched a little more, and started to grab his belongings. you then scoffed, immediately getting down from the fabrics. there was no way that you'd allow him to leave before you got to know him.. you then started to jog towards him, since he was a ways away from you. he began to rotate his arms a bit, his muscles flexing as he did arm circles, making you stop in your tracks as you watched him. was this his quirk or something, or did every little thing he did leave you addicted? you felt yourself practically leaning in as you watched him pack up his things, his side profile showing off none other than his gleaming smile that he always seemed to have on his cute face. he slipped his orange top back on and made way for the exit, and that's when you finally snapped out of your trance, your ankles giving out as you fell on the ground, due to looking for so long that you had started to lose your balance. "shit, man.." you winced, rubbing at your ankles. by the time you looked up, he was gone. "i know i didn't snap my ankles just so mans could walk away.." you grumbled, getting up and slipping on your tracksuit jacket. you didn't want to do much today anyways, so you we're ready to go home. as you walked to the train station, you payed mind to a small but noticeable limp in your step, a mild pain tingling in your ankle. it wasn't bad, but it wasn't too fun either.. you huffed, making your way onto the train, trying to find yourself a seat and ignore the small awkward looks that people gave you because of your natural appearance that you obviously couldn't change. you only shrugged. im black, so what? the fuck..? you thought, though you weren't one to spark an argument and say it out loud. you were more than used to it anyway, so why give a damn anymore? though, somebody noticed it going on, and they couldn't stand it. "hey," a voice called out to you, "wanna sit with me?" you turned to see the same black haired boy from the gym, smiling sweetly at you as he moved his duffel bag just so you could sit. "...yeah, thanks." you replied cooly, but in the inside, you were freaking out. who knew that he'd be on your train?! "you okay?" he asked you, noticing your slight limp and your aerobic leggings as you chuckled, "whaddya mean specifically? the hating ass looks or my limping?" you said to him, "both." he replied quickly, his soft black bangs swaying as he leaned forward a bit to take a good look at you and your alluring afrocentric features. "um.. are you good? your face is getting all red." you told him, his eyes widening. "i-it is? sorry.." he chuckled in apology, leaning back into his seat with his hands resting at his knees. "...i saw you at the gym earlier, yknow." he told you, "those aerobic skills were pretty damn cool." he told you, the same smile on his face that you were sure you'd never get tired of seeing. "yeah, well i might have to take a break from them for a hot minute..." you sighed, regarding your ankle. "hey, you want an orange?" he asked abruptly as you blinked at him. "boy, did you just ask me if i wanted an orange?" you queried at his random suggestion. "yeah, ive got a few in here! they're my favorites~" he said with a large grin, "they always help me feel better. well, it might not help with physical pain, but—" he started, "nah, it's all good, i get it whatchu mean." you chuckled, taking the fruit that he handed to you. of course, it wasn't the best to take things from strangers, but there was something about him and his flashy smile that made you trust him. you both ate the fruit in silence, the only thing heard being the minimal chatter of other passengers and small rattling sounds of the rails. as you sat next to him, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours as your shoulders touched, it felt as though it was only you and him.. his phone then started to ring as he took it out of his pocket, giving you a look of apology for the abrupt noise. "s'my mom.." he chuckled before answering the call. "hola mamá!" he said into the phone, clearly speaking another foreign language, "qué pasa? oh, lo que estoy haciendo?" she had asked him what he was doing, but of course, you didn't understand the language he spoke, so you merely sat there, listening to the smoothness of his deep voice as he spoke into the phone. "uh.. bueno esta chica, ella está sentada mi lado.." he spoke lower, though you didn't know why, "una linda chica negra.." little did you know that he was gushing over you to his mom, "n-no, mom! no mi novia!" he cried out, only making you assume that his mother had said something embarrassing to him, "uhh.. talk to you later, ma.." he said, briskly ending the call with a huff. "what were you even saying?" you asked with a giggle as he tensed up, not wullling to explain to you about how he told his mom that he was sitting next to a cute black girl... "w-we were talking about oranges..!" he said on the spot as you tilted your head. "really..?" you asked, since he seemed more than unsure of his answer. "uhm.. yeah," he said, "we were talking about how we'll need to grow more because..." he trailed off, then got an idea, looking at you as his warm grin widened, "because i have a new friend to share them with!"

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𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼;

•winter time! ⁂ •you were at the grocery store, just getting the mandatory food items. •after getting all the stuff you needed, you decided to get your favorite comfort food; •soba. preferably hot. •just as you went to grab for some, you saw a bigger, more muscular hand reach for the same pack of buckwheat noodles. •as your hands rubbed, you let out a hiss, because their hand was mad cold. •you looked up to see a tall charming boy around your age, the two sides of his face looking extremely different. •you stared at him for a while before he called out to you, seeming to be the fifth time since you were too busy looking at his face.. •who ends up getting the soba?

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you rolled your cart to another side of the grocery store, letting out a sigh of relief that you had finished most of your shopping. you then saw a bit of cool smog leaving your mouth, making you roll your eyes in bafflement. it was winter time and you were decked up, wearing a knee-long bubble coat, uggs and a scarf, so the fact that this grocery store had the audacity to put air conditioning on at such a cold period in time made you want to cuss them out. "it's even colder in here than it is outside, dammit.." you muttered, rolling your cart around some more until you got to where you wanted; the rice and noodles section. you were itching to get some hot soba, especially with the sauce that you'd always eat it with. your mouth curved up into a smile, thinking about eating the bowl of noodles as you watched anime by the time you got home. you put your cart aside in a place where it wouldn't be bothersome, and reached your hand out for the food. just as you did, a pale and muscular hand reached out for the same item, making you immediately withdrawal your hand because of the sub-zero temperature of his skin.. "sorry." the person said in a deep, calm tone. you then looked up to see a tall teenage boy dressed in a cream colored turtleneck and black pants, his face seemingly crafted by angels.. the two sides of his face were complete opposites, making you even more drawn to him as you stared. "hello?" he called out for what seemed like the fifth time, snapping you out of your thoughts. "hm? oh, sorry!" you apologized, "you can have it if you want." he said, ready to walk out of the aisle as you panicked a bit. "no, you can have it! go ahead!" you said to him as he turned back around. "it seems that you were anticipating to get that, so it's okay." he said, blinking his eyes a bit. he merely stood there for a bit, thinking as he looked at the ground. "how about i buy it for you?" he offered, making your eyes widen. "no need to do that, it's aight!" you told him. "it's not a problem to me. i have my father's credit card, so im more than willing to splurge. besides, it's the holiday season, so i should do something nice for another, shouldn't i?" he explained in question, taking the soba and handing it to you with a small smile, one that made your heart pound within your chest. "ah.. thank yo— ack!" you whimpered as his hand touched yours, now being extremely hot this time. "sorry, it's my quirk.." he told you. "you good.." you shrugged it off, "i guess that's why you're only wearing a turtleneck in this freezing store?" you asked him with a chuckle as he nodded. "oh, the soba fell.." he said in realization, the both of you bending down to pick it up at the same time, resulting in you two bumping your foreheads together. you stumbled back a little bit until he caught you, the coolness of his breath slightly hitting your face, the small gap between your faces making your ears heat up and his face flush red. "..i-i keep messing up, im sorry.." he said once more in a more sheepish tone, helping you upright. "it's fine, no need to keep apologizing." you told him. "you still want that soba?" he asked you as you nodded. "let's go to the cashier if you're ready." he told you as you nodded, still feeling so touched that he was willing to pay, no matter how many times you told him that it was okay. "y/n." you said out of the blue. "hm?" he hummed in response. "im y/n. since you insist on buying stuff for me, you should at least know who i am, yes?" you asked him with a smile. "right. im shouto." he said as you nodded. "i can't thank you enough, shouto!" you said with gratitude as he flashed a small, close mouthed grin once more. "no problem, y/n" just as you two were about to leave the aisle, an employee rolled in a cart of soba, probably containing more than 300 packs. "how lucky.. would you like more?" he asked you, pointing at the cart, "im feeling rather generous today, y/n" he told you. you got the racks for allat?!" you asked while gaping at him. just who exactly is he? "well, i can't.." he said, holding up the credit card, "but my father can."

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𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶;

•the first time he saw you, you weren't even fully clothed. •which is his ideal way to meet a hot black girl, of course.. •he was simply out shopping with the bakusquad •he then went to the fitting rooms to try on some clothes. •because he is a smart individual, he immediately went to the biggest stall. •only to see you in skinny jeans and a bra, your eyes widening as you saw him, whom had frozen in place, heavily embarrassed but somewhat excited. •after apologizing and leaving, he helped you find some good clothes that were your style and matched your skin tone well. •and there's absolutely no way that he'd meet someone as amazing as you and not want to get your digits..

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"kiri, tell the group that ill be trying out these hoodies, 'kay?" kaminari said to his red headed friend. "sure, bro!" kirishima agreed, waving off as the electric blond made his way to the fitting rooms, which were unisex. "the biggest ones are the best ones..!" he mumbled to himself, zooming straight to the largest stall. he whistled to himself as he swung the door open, only to see you, a [height] black girl in a bra and ripped skinny jeans, pulling a tshirt over your head. guess the stall's lock wasn't stable.. the both of you froze, his widened eyes wandering as you held your breath, your face heating up in embarrassment. "i-im so sorry—shit!!!" he cried out before leaving the stall rather quickly. you merely stood there, biting your lip at the abrupt situation. "..the fuck, bruh.." you murmured, putting on the shirt that you wore to the mall, since you had finished changing. you walked out to see the same golden blond standing outside of the stall, running his hands through his hair with a sorry expression, his face flushed red as he muttered profanities over what he'd done. "ey," you called out to him, tapping on his shoulder, "did you like the view?" you asked cheekily as he gaped at you. you weren't really one to take things to seriously, and you could turn any situation into a bright one with a few jokes here and there. "uh.. there's no right way to answer that, is there..?" he replied with a nervous chuckle. "don't lie, you was lookin! i don't blame you though, im hot." you said with a shrug, making him laugh. "so you're a little comedian, aren't you..?" he asked you, folding his arms across his chest, clearly feeling more comfortable than before. "depends on whether im talking to a cute blond or not. so.. you know the answer, yeah?" you giggled, making him smirk. your entire being made him want to give you a hug. you were pretty, clearly damn hot, funny, confident, and you were highly melanated? he had been finding himself gravitating towards chocolate girls for a while, but you were different from the rest, of course in the best way. he was wondering whether he had won the lottery, the both of you probably being a match made in heaven, hence the small similarities between you and him that he could already notice. he liked you. "you gon keep smirking at me or are you gonna use that stall?" you asked him sarcastically, "well, i might as well warn you about that lock. utter shit, man. that's why the door swung open so easily.." you muttered as he laughed once more. "only if you join me, pretty lady.." he said with a wink as you gasped playfully. "word?" you asked as he nodded with a hum. "bet, get in there!" you exclaimed, the both of you going back into the large stall. "so," he said, sitting down on the bench inside of the stall, "how can I get to know you?" he asked smoothly, a grin on his face. "ah, you tryna be slick, huh?" you chuckled, "well, you can start off with my name. y/n." you told him. "sounds beautiful." he complimented with another smile. "oh, stop it.." you laughed, waving your hand dismissively. "im denki, or maybe your boyfriend, whichever one you wanna call me.." he said as you giggled, liking his second option. "i can help you get some good clothes, if that's what you're looking for!" he suggested as you raised your brows. "oh really?" you hummed, "really!" he replied, getting up from the bench and holding out his hand to you. "cmon, y/n! let's go shopping."

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶;

•he was simply on patrol with red riot and fatgum. •all of a sudden, you rushed up to him frantically, a worried look on your face. •he instantly remembered you as the girl from class 3-b, whom he had actually been a bit interested in for a while.. •he'd take glances of you whenever he saw you in the cafeteria and whatnot. •you were a good friend of mirio's but you and tamaki has never actually spoken until now. •you started to explain to him how this guy was following you and calling you a flurry of racial slurs. •he immediately started to feel his blood boiling. •anxious tama is gone, time to be a hero.

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"you want another bowl of yakisoba, amajiki-sempai?" kirishima asked cheerily, "fatgum bought some more!" he told tamaki. "i-i'm fine, t-thanks.." the elf-eared boy replied, tugging at the hoodie of his hero outfit farther so it could cover his face more. he was on patrol with the eight foot, blond haired pro and the younger hero in training, simply walking through a city in japan with a mindset ready to defend, which is what tamaki would have to do soon for you, whether he was ready or not.. he suddenly felt a pair of hands grip onto his arm, their fingers digging into his clothed bicep in fear. he yelped out as he looked down to see a familiar black girl with a shaken expression, the elf eared boy pressing his lips closed at the sight of you, his slanted eyes widening along with his face heating up. "..youre amajiki, yeah..?" you asked him as he nodded briskly, not daring to make a sound before he stuttered himself to an embarrassing point of no return. he knew you! well, he couldn't exactly say it that way, it made it seem as though you two were close. he would actually admire you from afar in school, with all honesty. he recalled you to be the pretty, brown skinned outgoing girl with a high puff that would usually be seen around mirio, since the two of you were both in class 3-b. he could practically feel the words itching to crawl up his throat and leave his mouth, though he didn't even know what those words would be.. what would he say to you? "oi, amajiki! i really need your help right now.. i heard that there was patrolling going on, so I just followed the sight of fatgum's head through the crowd.." you told him, snapping him out of his trance as he let out a yelp once more, the tall but introverted teen looking down at you, uncomfortable hums leaving his mouth due to his uncertainty of how to finally speak to you, which he was fucking up royally. "there's this guy.. he keeps following me and calling me some.. not nice things." you explained, "and he's making me uncomfortable.." you told him, his brows furrowing. "a-are you o-okay..? d-do y-y-you.. argh!" he gave up speaking for the time being as you looked up at him with a confused expression, your hands still holding onto his arm, as if you were trying to latch onto him for a sense of comfort. "its aight, miri told me that you aren't the most social guy.." you sighed, "but id really appreciate if you could keep a look out for that guy.. he looks mad sketchy, also wearing a goofy ass 'all lives matter' shirt..." you whispered to him, starting to walk with him through the bustling streets behind fatgum and red riot, your hands still around his arm as he looked around with an intimidating look, in search for whoever had been bothering you. "...w-what did h-he say t-to you..?" the indigo haired teen asked as you scoffed. "you don't wanna know, amajiki." you told him as he gave you a look. "oh, you actually wanna know? like, deadass?" you asked once more to make sure as he nodded hesitantly. "cmere then.." you signaled him to crouch down a bit so you could whisper all the info into his ear. "w-wha— he f-followed you... for t-that long..?! just because of.. oh.. o-oh no.." he muttered incredulously, now feeling his blood starting to rush in an angry flurry. how dare someone taunt and bother you like this just because you were different? "and then, he called me a——" you whispered the word into his ear as he gasped loudly. "h-how r-rude!!!" he wailed as you huffed in agreement. "and he wouldn't seem to leave me alone.. well, not until i mixed with the crowd and found you, that is.. i think I've lost him.." you said, "thanks, amajiki.. you've already helped me a lot.." you said to him graciously as he gave off an awkward smile in return, averting his eyes from yours. "n-no problem.." he replied, though his job wasn't done just yet. he finally spotted the man at the corner of his eye, whom was seemingly making his way towards you. "oi, the dark one!" they called out as you groaned, "oh hell nah.." you uttered with the roll of your eyes. "we don't need people like you here! the last time i came out to the city, a black pest stole my wallet!" he shouted, most people in a hearing range stopping in their tracks and turning to you, amajiki and the man. "s-she hasn't s-s-stolen anything..!" tamaki stammered, "so l-leave her a-alone!" he urged, the crowd cheering suneater on as others opposed the racist, shouting at him to leave you be. "oh yeah? lemme check her first, she probably stole something from one of these markets!" he said, lunging towards you as everybody gasped. tamaki activated his quirk swiftly, entrapping the man in his manifested tentacles. "don't touch her." he demanded, earring cheers from everyone around, but he didn't really care about all that, he just wanted you to be safe. tamaki turned around, looking down at you with worried eyes as he kept the man trapped with his quirk, "a-are you o-okay..?" he asked shakily as you grinned at him. "yup, i am now," you told him before planting a kiss on his cheek, "you a real one, suneater."

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𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 ^ (𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀);

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•it all started when he asked you if you fell from heaven. literally. •you're a young adult pro hero whom is good with combat skills and such. •but you aren't the best at using your quirk: hover. •your quirk allows you to hover over 500 feet from the ground, but you'd never used it to its full capacity, only working it up to 100 feet. •you were working on using it to a farther capacity, and since you have a hero license to use your quirk in public, you decided that you'd just work on it while out patrolling. •big mistake.. •but never fear! fast man Hawks was there to swoop you off of your feet and into the sky~

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"you can do this, y/n.." you told yourself as you hovered above countless buildings, which was the height that would usually be your limit. today, that would change, aiming to touch the clouds. you looked up farther into the never ending sky, a small shuddering sound leaving your mouth. maybe it wouldn't be too bad to cancel practice for today and stay on the ground.. "no! i should try at least..!" you encouraged yourself, hovering higher and higher until even the skyscrapers looked like ants. you then felt a strong pressure around your entire body because your system wasn't used to it, making you writhe in the air as your quirk started to deactivate. "nonono, oh shit!!!" you screamed, falling helplessly through the sky, your [color] braids whipping around from the wind as you came closer to the ground, many screams leaving your mouth in fear. before you hit the ground, you got swooped up before the impact, a flurry of red feathers around you. "the fuck—?!" you shouted, looking up to see the undeniably charming face of the one and only number two hero, hawks. "hey there, pretty birdie~" he chirped as you merely glared at him, still shaken from your freefalling. "did it hurt when you fell from heaven???" as he spoke teasingly, you looked down to see that he had flown higher up than you were before, your eyes widening. "g-get me down, hawks!!" you pleaded, your hands gripping onto his brown jacket as he only chuckled.   "i saw what you were doing up here.." he told you, "don't you still wanna learn how to pass your limit? i can teach you if you want~" he offered you sweetly, still flying about with you in his arms as you both soared through the sky, the feeling that you were despite of at first now feeling more comforting and stress-less. "t-that would be great..!" you yelled, since the sounds of the wind made it hard to hear, "but can you put me down..?" you asked him as he blinked before letting out another laugh. "right, i forgot about that! sometimes, when i start flying i can't come down. i should warn you, its addicting to feel so free up here..." he told you. "can you get me down now?! geez, nigga.." you scoffed as he let out an awkward chuckle, "sorry, i should also warn you that talking is addicting to me as well.." he told you, flying down to the surface and putting you down as you shakily stood, your hands clenching at his coat once more as he laughed over your behavior. "we were just a few feet off the ground, it wasn't so bad that youve gotta wobble!" he chuckled as you glared at him. "a few feet???" you gawked. he waved his gloved hand dismissively, linking his arm with yours as he started to walk out into the bustling street with you, the two of you sending smiles and waves to fans whom recognized the two of you as the pros in the top five. "do you have to link onto my arm?" you asked with gritted teeth. he wasn't exactly annoying you, per se, you were just still very frazzled about the little flight he took you on. "of course i have to stay linked onto you!" he laughed, "birds gotta stick together, yeah?" he said. "i ain't a damn bird!" you yelled out as he replied, "but you can fly, can't ya?"

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[mirio, shigaraki, shinsou, etc. will later be added!]

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