#i made katsudon. yes there's a place for you at the table'

[mettywiththenotes]

Thinking about the possible aftermath between Tomura and Izuku after the war, and how Inko might feel about it

Like... You tried to kill my son multiple times. You held him hostage once. You tried to kill everyone. The attack from your villain group is the reason he isolated himself from the people who love him. I can't understand you. I don't think I want to understand you. How could you do all of this? Why did my son want to save you?

Why, in the end, did it work?

You're in this room with these heroes and I don't know anything about you but still I never imagined someone like you could look so small. I don't know what they plan to do with you. I don't know what to do either. I used to think you should leave us alone, locked up and shut away. But the way my son looks at you, the way he hangs onto the hope for your future, the way he looks even more changed after coming out of that final battle, I wonder if he wants there to be another way. I wonder if locking you away is the right thing

I offered cookies to my son. I only offered them to you because I felt obligated and nervous about what you would do if left out. I can't forget the look on your face when you took one and bit into it. You thanked me, quietly, and it was strange to me that a villain like you could behave in such a way

You look small again. You keep to yourself despite how rude you can be. You keep bringing out that video game device when you're bored and take up space anywhere you can, on the floor or on the couch, in people's way. There's paperwork to do, a pile they want you to fill out before going forward, and you're groaning like it's homework. You behave more like a teenager than a villain. You're more like a kid, sometimes

I made cookies again. This time I offer one to you because I want to. You take one and thank me before you even take a bite. It's like you already know they'll be good

I could have sworn I only had one son

[joedirtymadre]

new to your blog and it's absolutely ADORABLE! :D may I please req a toge inumaki x reader fluff where toge/reader return after a looong day to their s/o and bask in their warmth? maybe turns into eventual smut? all upto you and absolutely fine if you don't want to, thank youu and ly!! :)

Thank you 🥹 AND YES I CAN (and I hope this one care out great!). Also I normally do (character x F reader) unless someone asks for something different. So keep that in mind when reading my stories 🥸

Bath Time?

Anyways- TOGE X READER *SMUT (STILL TAKING REQUESTS PLS SEND EM 🧎‍♀️)

“Hmm… he said he finished his assignment about an hour ago, so he should be here by now…” I trailed off as I set the table. I quickly finished setting the table and placing down the food, in hopes that he would arrive before it gets cold. “If he’s taking this long to get home, then it must’ve been a tough mission,” I sighed as I covered the meal to prevent it from getting too cold. “I should have a bath ready for him,” I said and headed to the bathroom to start a warm bath for him. As soon as I finished filling the bath with hot water I heard the front door open.

I walked out, and saw Toge removing his shoes and putting on his sandals. I walked up and he noticed my presence and faced me. “Hi honey,” I smiled. “Salmon,” he said and reached out for me. I slowly pulled him into a hug and I felt him relax as I rubbed his back. Rough day today?” I asked. “Bonito flakes…” he sighed. “I thought so… so I made you something tasty,” I said as I guided him to the dinner table. “Kelp? Salmon?” He questioned. “I thought some rice balls and katsudon with curry might make today a little better,” I said and uncovered the food. “Tuna mayo!” He said excitedly and quickly sat down. “Salmon, kelp, caviar,” he said softly and he placed his hands together and bowed his head lightly. Then he quickly began eating as if he hadn't eaten anything all day. “I guess they didn’t give you a break today huh?” I asked before taking a seat myself. “Mustard leaf,” he mumbled before taking another big bite. “I’m glad you like it, and I have a bath ready for you too. So finish up and get ready ok?” I asked. He nodded and we both finished up eating.

I began picking up the dishes, “Alright now go wash up before the bath,” I smiled. Toge grabbed my arm, almost making me lose balance of the dishes. “Toge?” I asked, confused. “Salmon,” Toge said as he removed the plates from my hands and set them in the sink. He then dragged me to the restroom. “T-Toge?” I stuttered as he shut the door. “Bonito flakes,” he said as he pointed to the both of us and then the bathtub. “Oh! Y-You want to take a bath together?” I blushed. “Tuna mayo,” he smiled, and began removing his clothing. I blushed at the sight of him, I don’t know why I still get so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before, but still… I slowly began removing my clothing as well. I covered my chest, feeling my face heat up. Hopefully, he thinks it’s from the steam, or else he’ll tease me about it. “Salmon,” he said as he turned on the shower head and moved me in front of him. The water rained down on us lightly, I then watched as he grabbed some body wash and lathered up his hands in soap. I squeaked when I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. I heard him chuckle and I bit my lip. I tried my best to keep calm, but his hands roamed around my body. I then felt one hand cup my left breast and the other right on my abdomen. “T-Toge…” I whispered as he began playing with my nipple. “Hmm?” I heard. “I-I think I’m clean enough. I think it’s y-your turn,” I said before grabbing some soap and lathering my hands. I turned around to face him and began to lather some soap on his chest. I slowly moved them lower and lower, before stopping. I was suddenly pushed into the wall behind me and felt a pair of strong yet soft lips overcome mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. He then pulled away and went straight for my neck, sucking and nibbling all over. “Ah~! Toge!” I let out. After this I felt Toge attack my neck rougher, and felt his hands roam down to my legs pulling them up to where he’s now carrying me. After a few more minutes of making out I felt Toge begin to walk me out of the bathroom. “Toge?” I asked, confused. Before being suddenly thrown onto a soft flat surface.

I blushed as I realized that he took me to the bedroom. I watched as he stared down at me, panting, and letting his eyes roam around each inch of my body. “Doggy position,” he said, and my body quickly acted on its own and flipped over onto all fours. I blushed heavily from the lewd position I was in, all fours with my pussy spread out for him. I squeaked as I felt a thumb graze over my pussy lips. “Mm~” Toge let out and slowly entered 2 fingers. I gasped, and quickly bit my lip. Trying to hold on whatever sounds I’d make. Toge must’ve taken this as a challenge because he quickly increased the speed. I laid there on all fours gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white trying to not let out any loud moans. “Salmon…” he said frustrated. “T-Toge… sl-slow down!” I gasped and tried to look back. He then slowly removed his fingers, giving me a moment to catch my breath. But a moment too little as I gasped from the large, hard cock that slipped inside. He quickly grabbed both my arms pulling them behind me. His cock filled up my insides perfectly, and without a second to adjust to the size difference Toge quickly began ramming into me. “Ah~ Ah~ To-!” I drooled as I finally gave up on controlling my moans. “Louder,” I heard, and my moans began filling the entire room. My mind was blank, all I could comprehend was the sounds of his thrusting and my moans. “Oge~ Toge~!” I cried out, with my face hitting the sheets. Suddenly Toge released my right arm and it fell to the side, I have no strength to move it. “Rub yourself,” I heard him say and my arm moved itself under me, straight to my clit. My eyes widened as I began rubbing my clit, “No~! Too much~!” I cried out, but my hand wouldn’t stop, and neither did Toge. This begging only made him fuck me harder, as I felt him lean over me even more. Making his cock fill my pussy up even deeper.

I felt the familiar burning sensation running through my body and knew what was coming. “Oge~! Slow do- Gon- cum~!” I gasped, but it was too late. I felt my body tremble as a wave of pleasure ran through me and I quickly bit into the sheets until it passed. My body finally relaxed and my arm dropped. I then realized… Toge’s still inside, and he’s still hard. “T-Toge?” I asked softly, and before I could turn I felt him slowly pull out before ramming back inside. I moaned loudly and fell back in the sheets. “Wait~! I-! I’m s-sensiti-!” I cut my self off as Toge begin fucking me even rougher. His sadistic side is coming out! My moans filled the room again as he continued pounding my pussy, I then felt him pull my body up slowly. With a hand on my hand to face him, he pulled me into a rough, but passionate kiss before thrusting again. I then felt his free hand snake down my body and began rubbing my sensitive clit. “Mm!” I moaned into his mouth. I trembled as I was at the mercy of this man. Oh god I love it. I felt his fingers rub my clit faster and faster, with his thrusts slowing down but still deep. “F-Fuck…” he groaned into the kiss. “Toge~ Cum inside me~” I said softly as I pulled away. I watched as he smirked and nodded. He leaned a little forward and continued thrusting, while rubbing my clit. I bit my lip, and suddenly heard, “Cum.” An electric shock ran through my body as I threw my head back towards Toge and felt as he bit onto my shoulder while he rammed one last hard and deep thrust into my sensitive pussy. We both took a minute to catch our breath before moving from our current position. “Salmon…” he said softly and kissed my shoulder that he bit. “Toge… bath now? Please?” I panted. “Tuna mayo,” he chuckled and slowly carried me back to the restroom to continue our bath.

[kanazawa-division]

Joey was glad that it was Christmas. It meant that he had the day off from work and could spend it with his two favorite things in the whole world: Mamoru, his boyfriend and the love of his life, and nonstop anime on Crunchyroll! As he was making his way through another episode of an anime he was currently binge-watching, he groaned as the doorbell to his and his boyfriend's apartment rung out.

Sighing, the anime fanboy paused the anime he had yet to watch and looked as it was postal man who had delivered something to investigator. Opening it up after he was done, the fanboy's grew wide at what was inside.

It... it was a cookbook, but it was based on all of the delicious foods that one would typically see in anime shows and such. Flipping through it, Joey looked at the ramen that he frequently saw a blonde-haired ninja boy always eating. The sight of the noodles inside the bowl, though it was just a picture, made his mouth water. Flipping to another page, he looked as something fell out of it. Picking it up, he looked as it was a note. Unfolding it, it read:

'Merry Christmas, Joey! I'm, like, your Secret Santa this year! I know, like, how much you like anime, so I, like, decided to buy this cookbook for you! I would have used it myself, but I'm, like, useless in the kitchen, unfortunately. I hope you have fun with it! Merry Christmas again!'

“…Joey, have you been watching Food Wars again?”

In front of Mamoru was an assortment of delicious foods, it had looked like a buffet was placed on their kitchen table. But what had really caught the computer programmer off guard was that he could recognize these dishes from various anime.

There was the Ramen from Naruto

The Oden soup from One Piece

The Dorayaki from Doraemon

The Katsudon from My Hero Academia

And the Sakura Mochi from Demon Slayer

The male in question was sitting in front of him wearing a goofy grin as he slurped on his noodles, seemingly content with raiding nearly their entire food supply to recreate his Otaku dreams. “No but thank you for reminding me to rewatch that, Evelyn got me a gift! Can you believe it?! She’s so sweet!” The detective gushed as he went to go grab the cookbook to shove in his boyfriend’s face.

“That’s great but did you really have to make so much food? It’s only the two of us here, what are we gonna eat for the next few days?”

“Don’t worry, pookie! There’s recopies here that don’t require as much ingredients than what I made, say, you wanna try the coffee jelly from Saiki K.?”

“….Goddamnit, yes.”

“Hehe, coming right up!”

Thank you for the gift!

[tofueggnoodles]

Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD 3 – Track 3: Free Talk

Summary: Aside from his usual trolling of Hoshi Souichirou, Hirata Hiroaki griped about Gojyo’s ‘falling quality’ while A-san ‘revealed’ some scandalous bits from his past....

Note: As Soto pointed out, free talks aren't scripted, so the voice actors often interrupt each other, talk over one another, and mumble. I’m pretty sure I did not get everything right, so I’ll really appreciate any correction.

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Hoshi: It’s time for the cast round-table discussion of the third volume of the Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD. Thank you for your hard work, everyone.

Hirata: Thank you for your hard work, too.

Hoshi: Even though it’s gradually getting colder these days, everyone’s excitement warms up the recording site.

Hirata: Is that so?

Hoshi: Yes, it is.

Hirata: Was everyone excited?

Hoshi: Yes they were. Listeners who are drinking their tea–

Seki: Are they drinking tea as they listen to us?

Hirata: Yeah, are they?

Hoshi: Yes, I imagine they’re doing so while sitting at the kotatsu and eating mandarin oranges. [A kotatsu is a low, wooden table frame covered by a futon, or heavy blanket, upon which a table top sits. Underneath is a heat source, often built into the table itself.]

Seki: Ah, I see.

Hirata (to the listeners): Everyone, is that true? You’re listening to us while sitting at the kotatsu and eating oranges?

Hoshi: Perhaps with a radio cassette player–

Everyone else: Radio cassette player?

Seki: Are we talking about the Showa era? [The Showa era ended in 1989.]

Hoshi: Okay, it could be a CD radio-cassette player.

Ishida: The important point is that it’s something that can play CDs.

Hirata: That’s a valid topic for our discussion. **

Hoshi: Well, we’ve finally wrapped up the recording for the third volume. This time too, the stories were fun.

Hirata: Fun? It was not fun for me.

Hoshi: Admit it, you had fun too.

Hirata: Hey, we recorded two tracks for this third volume, didn’t we?

Seki: Yes, we did.

Hirata: Why did I have to play okama roles in both tracks?** [Gojyo played the Queen of Hearts in Track 1 and briefly impersonated an effeminate celebrity in Track 2.]

Hoshi: Ah ha!

Seki: That’s true, he did that in both tracks.

Hoshi: In the end, indeed.

Hirata: The rest of the characters kept bringing up the past.

Hoshi: I didn’t think it would come to that point.

Hirata: Furthermore, the quality is gradually decreasing–

Hoshi: It was superb, though. A success on the first try.

Hirata: In what way?

Hoshi: You succeeded on the first try, didn’t you?

Hirata: Did I? Oh well, I suppose it’s okay.

Hoshi: All right. Here is the theme for today’s discussion: For idols, there are many rules in place for the sake of preserving their looks. Do you have personal rules of your own? For example, a rule of eating pork cutlet rice on the day before a contest. [The first two syllables of the Japanese term for pork cutlet rice, katsudon, is a homonym for the verb ‘to win’ in Japanese.] If you have such a rule, please share it. Let’s start with Seki-san.

Seki: Yes! This Seki Toshihiko, who plays Genjo Sanzo. It’s not a firm rule and may sound uncool, but I like natto [fermented soybeans]. Whenever I eat natto, first I’ll add butter to the tea, then hot rice. Around the time the butter starts to melt, I’ll put the natto on top of the rice and immediately add the soy sauce.

Hirata: Sounds delicious.

Seki: This is tasty. It’s always been my rule.

Hirata: I have a question.

Seki: Please go ahead.

Hirata: By natto, did you mean the stuff made from ground soybeans?

Seki: Yes, soybeans.

Hoshi: Ah, soybeans, is it?

Hirata: Soybeans, right? You stir them round and round before eating them.

Seki: With the butter, they form a combination that tastes superb. [YMMV.... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natt%C5%8D]

Hirata: Perhaps I should try it.

Seki: Please do.

Hoshi: Let’s make it our rule too, Hirata-san.

Hirata: This does not sound like rule, as in something that Sanzo would say, like “I decided to do this today,” before going off to a match.

Hoshi: That could be a single-repetition mantra.

Hirata: What you described is just a favorite dish, isn’t it? It’s not really a rule, right?

Ishida: It’s a rule for when he’s eating natto.

Hirata: So it’s a rule, as in (doing an impersonation of Sanzo), “When I eat natto, I must add butter.” Understood.

Hoshi: I see. All right. Next, would you tell us your rule, Hirata- san?

Hirata: Me? I have none in particular.

Seki: What’s that?

Hoshi: Eh? Hirata-san’s– First, please introduce yourself.

Hirata: Ah. This is Hirata-san, er, Sha Gojyo. This is Hirata-san. Thank you for always looking after me. Recently, I’ve been playing okama characters–

Hoshi: He’s joking around.

Ishida: You’re pleased with it, aren’t you?

Hirata: I’m not.

Hoshi: You’re extremely pleased with it.

Hirata: My rule is the following: Whenever I have to play an okama character the next day, I won’t be able to sleep the night before.

Hoshi: Is that a rule?

Seki: You sound just like Osugi. [Osugi is an effeminate Japanese celebrity.]

Hirata: I can’t sleep. I feel like everyone’s thinking, “Here comes the okama again.” Is there anything else that would count as a rule? Something like superstitions? For example, making sure to step into the studio with the left foot–

Hoshi: Ah, I see.

Hirata: I don’t have that sort of rules.

Seki: Ah, yes, Hira-chan’s rule.

Hirata: Seki-san knows my rule.

Seki: Whenever I asked him if he had such a one-rule, he always answered he never had one.

Hirata: That’s my personal statement. But, did I once said something different to someone else?

Seki: Really? Something different?

Hirata: Ah, no, that’s not it. Another director absentmindedly told me off, live on the radio: “That’s it from my side. From your side – none!”

Seki: That’s probably during the early days.

Hirata: It was when I met Takakuwa-san for the third time at the recording site. [Takakuwa Hajime was the sound director for the various Saiyuki anime series and Drama CDs. https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/people.php?id=12967] He absentmindedly–

Seki: Absentmindedly–

Hoshi: Good opening words from him.

Seki: That’s a painful experience.

Hirata: To be told “none from your side” like that, I was like “heh” – it was that kind of [awkward] mood at the time. If I’d left, I wouldn’t be in Saiyuki today.

Seki: If you were not here, it’d have been tough for us.

Hirata: Therefore, the rule that I mentioned just now, it only applies in case of Saiyuki.

Hoshi: Ah, I see.

Hirata: It’s now become my personal rule.

Hoshi: I’m glad. Well then, Ishida-san, please tell us your rule.

Ishida: Er, my rule– this is Ishida Akira, who plays Cho Hakkai. This is a tough one. Nothing seems to come to mind–

Hirata: Somehow, it feels like you’d have tonnes of rules.

Seki: You probably have lots of them your whole life.

Ishida: Do I?

Hirata: Yes, you seem like an orderly person.

Hoshi: Yes, indeed.

Hirata: You give off the air of a model student.

Ishida: Do you think so?

Hirata: Yes, I do.

Seki: First of all, whenever you ride your bicycle, you obey the traffic rules, don’t you?

Hirata: That’s a given.

Ishida: Well, I’m a man who’s broken every rule.

Seki: Oh? That’s the opposite [of what I expected]!

Hoshi: The opposite!

Ishida: Yes–

Seki: While you’re on the road?

Ishida: Yes. From the standpoint of being an idol, I’ve broken all of the love ban rules and conducted many debauched love affairs.

Hirata: Debauched love affairs?

Seki: Hey, stop it, stop it! Akira-kun, you mustn’t go on with this topic!

Ishida: Why, at this point I have lots of regrets.

Hoshi: What kind of talk is this....

Seki: Wait a minute–

Ishida: Let’s see... medical fees, child support payments and many other–

Hoshi: Eh?

Hirata: Where are you going with this?

Seki: Stop it.

Ishida: Whenever I consider the future, it sure seems tough. How long will I have to continue paying for everything? When I think about this sort of things, life seems difficult, so–

Hirata: Hold on for a second. It’s not just one or two persons you’re talking about, is it? The thing about the child support payments.

Hoshi: That’s crazy.

Ishida: That’s why, since at this stage there’s no point regretting what I’ve done, my rule is to live harshly by myself, even if I feel like I can’t go on any longer.

Hirata: I see. That’s a bit depressing.

Hoshi: That was a depressing topic.

Hirata: We should’ve cut out a portion of this volume to make space for this topic. Akira’s talk about his depressing situation has been dominating this free talk. For an omake, it’s–

Ishida: It’d be a pity to remove such an interesting drama.

Hirata: Understood. This free talk is not the place for such a drama, so let’s make a track dedicated to it. An omake Drama CD track like the Urasai sections. The title would be something like Akira’s Murky** Past–

Ishida: Even if we were to make such a Drama CD track, it’d be wasteful if it featured only the things I’ve said just now.

Hirata: It wouldn’t be, if the rest of us were to act out the various roles.

Hoshi: Act out....

Hirata: I’ll act out this part: “Akira, this child is yours!”

Seki: That’s right!

Hoshi: Hey, hey, is everything all right?

Seki: It’s just a joke.

Ishida: Well, there are many kinds of jokes.

Hoshi: Then, what’s the truth, Ishida-san?

Ishida: The truth... are you still trying to dig into it?

Hoshi: I won’t feel satisfied until I get to the truth.

Ishida: The truth is, it’d have been great if I’d done all those things.

Hoshi: Ah-ha! So it’s the opposite.

Seki: Oh, that’s how it is.

Ishida: It’d have been great if I’d done all those things, because I’d be able to give an amusing talk about them at times like this.

Hoshi: Is that so?

Hirata: That was an extremely interesting and amusing talk you gave anyway.

Seki: You definitely look happy.

Ishida: Regrettable, how regrettable.

Seki: Really.

Hirata: Haa.

Hoshi: So you made that your rule?

Ishida: Yes.

Hoshi: Ishida-san and Hirata-san have told us how their rules came to be.

Hirata: Then, how about you, who live your life in a jovial manner?

Hoshi: Jovial? Do I? Well, this is Hoshi Souichirou, who plays Son Goku.

Hirata: I know that.

Hoshi: Yes, thank you for hard work. Fundamentally, I don’t really have a rule, but if I have to call it a rule, I think it would be to eat a lot after putting in a great deal of work.

Seki: Eh, so that’s how it is.

Hirata: Then, you shouldn’t be eating at all.

Hoshi: What do you mean? What do you mean?

Hirata: You should be losing more weight.

Hoshi: Yes, I should be, but the rule I have is whenever I do my best at work, I say to myself, it’s okay to eat.

Hirata: That only applies if you do your best, right?

Hoshi: Which I do.

Hirata: Well then, you should definitely be losing more weight.

Hoshi: As I said, whenever I do my best....

Hirata: Ah, is that so. Have you been doing your best?

Seki: Say, he’s the one to decide for himself whether he’s been doing his best or not.

Hoshi: That’s right.

Hirata: So he’s using the minimum standard, isn’t he? I see.

Hoshi: That’s because we’re never told things like, “you’ve done your best today,” are we?

Ishida: We don’t get told that a lot.

Seki: We just do our work as normal.

Hoshi: Right? When we get off work, the staff members don’t go out of the way to tell us, “Ah, it’s great that you’ve worked hard today.”

Hirata: You want to be told that?

Hoshi: Well, yeah....

Hirata: To the ladies who are listening to this CD, please write he’s done his best in your letters to this guy. Otherwise, he’ll grow fat.

Hoshi: That’d be the outcome of my self-pampering rule. Right, so we’re done with the topic of personal rules.

Hirata: I wonder if our answers are useful to anyone.

Hoshi: We’ve gained extremely valuable insight from everyone here. All right, so the third volume of the Saiyuki Reload Blast Drama CD has come to an end. Does this also mean that we’ve come to the end of the series?

Hirata: Isn’t it a good thing?

Hoshi: Ah, I know–

Hirata: It’s about time. It’s been interesting, but it’s all over the place.

Hoshi: Yes, it’s rather all over the place.

Ishida: It sure is.

Hirata: Also, there’s this pattern in which the tracks end with Gojyo shouting. Isn’t it about time we got rid of it? **

Hoshi: You’re getting tired of it, aren’t you? We’ve done a lot of that.

Hirata: From the start, there’s the constant fights between Gojyo and the monkey.

Hoshi: Yeah, there’s those.

Hirata: Surely everyone’s had enough of that pattern.

Hoshi: Whenever we did a comic story, it always ended with Gojyo [getting the short end of the stick].

Hirata: Let’s make space for something new.

Hoshi: Make space for what?

Hirata: Even if we were to make a fourth volume.

Seki: Yes, we can try to create a new pattern.

Hirata: Yes, something refreshing. Don’t make Gojyo shout [at the end]. Also, don’t make him act out effeminate characters so much. How about it?

Hoshi: Got it. Well, let’s gradually discuss such a matter some other time–

Hirata: But, it’s fun.

Hoshi: It’s fun, isn’t it?

Hirata: Especially for me, who like the Urasai sections the most.

Seki: Which one is it?

Hoshi: That’s true. That’s why, the various [comic] CD Dramas are the type Hirata-san likes.

Hirata: Indeed, I enjoy doing those.

Hoshi: Well then, with everyone’s support for the CD Dramas and of course the main story as well, we look forward to seeing you again in the Saiyuki Reload Blast series. Everyone, thank you very much for listening to the end. See you again!

Seki and Hirata: Yes!

Hirata: See you again!

The other three: See you again!

Ishida: Goodbye.

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Translations of the Drama CD tracks referred to during their conversation:

(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes and clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am really not sure of.

[thegayfromrulid]

So for my next request, based on the 100 Percent Hero AU, can you write a oneshot with Mob (and Toshinor) celebrating Izuku's birthday please? This would take place during the 10 month training regiment and you can decide if they have a small party at Izuku's house or go out somewhere. But I'd like the main theme to be Inko wanting to learn more about Mob while showing gratitude for being her son's first friend in such a long time. What do you think?

First off: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your patience! I had literally prepped to write this three weeks ago, but despite my efforts I got the you-know-what virus. (T-T)

This was a really sweet request, and I debated the angle for a while when thinking about how to incorporate the perspective of Inko. I hope that the angle I finally chose reads well.

Fic link for the AO3 format

One-shot below the cut!

            If there was one thing to be said about Midoriya Inko, it would most certainly be that she loved her son more than anything else in this world. She strove to be the best mother she could be for him. In his ups and his downs, she always did her best to support him. It was difficult, at times. Izuku, because of his Quirkless nature, was a frequent target of bullying. He showed difficulty in making friends. The one person he claimed as a friend, Bakugou Katsuki,  seemed more like a bully than a friend to Inko. To her, it seemed as though she was the only person in the world Izuku had as a means of support. Thus, it came as a shock when Izuku returned home one evening and asked if it would be okay to invite two people who weren’t Katsuki to celebrate his birthday with them.

             The way his eyes lit up with eagerness and anticipation made it hard for her to say no. There were nerves bundled up in her stomach as she said yes, though. She wanted to protect Izuku from the scars that bullying left behind as much as possible. A fear of this being some sort of cruel prank didn’t leave her mind, even as he thanked her and rushed off to text his invitees. She did her best to brush that fear aside—if she was asking herself who in the world would want to spend Izuku’s birthday with him, then she was submitting to the idea that his Quirklessness made him stand out as someone undesirable. Even as she felt nervous waiting for that day to approach, she did her best to have hope.

            Please. Please be true friends.

            She repeated those words over and over in her head as she prepared his favorite meal for this special occasion. It was strange making katsudon for four; usually, she and Izuku ate alone, since her husband worked abroad. Hopeful warmth filled her chest. It was going to be a positive thing, seeing these four plates set at her table. Today would be a great fifteenth birthday for Izuku. Pushing her worries aside, she finished setting up the table just before she heard the front door swing open.

            “Mom! I’m home!”

            Inko hurried to the front to greet her son and his guests. Her nerves started to bubble up again as she saw the two people on either side of Izuku. One was a boy with a bowl cut wearing the gakuran of an unfamiliar school. The other was a very tall, thin man with longer blond hair that seemed vaguely familiar. Izuku waved his hand at the boy first.

            “Mom, this is my friend Kageyama Shigeo!” he announced excitedly. “He’s been training with me to get into UA as well!”

            She gave a polite bow as the boy did the same. He gave her a small smile as he did so.

            “Nice to meet you,” he said.

            His voice was soft. She could tell just from his gentle greeting that he was a kind boy at heart. Her worries had been for nothing, perhaps. Izuku turned next to the man on his right.

            “And this is who’s been training us!” he added.

            The tall man bowed.

            “I’m sorry for not speaking with you earlier, Mrs. Midoriya,” he said. “My name is Yagi Toshinori. You may know me better by my professional name, All Might. I’ve been training these two boys to help them prepare for their entrance exams for UA.”

            She wasn’t sure she’d heard that quite right. All Might? THE All Might? Training her son with this other boy from another school? All she could be was flustered as she invited the number one hero into her home as one of Izuku’s birthday guests.

            He must be ecstatic, she thought.

            But something seemed different. All Might was standing here in the doorway, taking in the humble Midoriya home, and Izuku was excitedly bolting down the hall to show Shigeo something in his room. The warmth from before returned to Inko’s chest. She pressed her hands to her heart and did her best not to audibly sigh. This was an unfamiliar sight, yes, but it was a welcome one. However this unlikely trio had met, it was for the best that they’d done so.

            “Is everything all right, Mrs. Midoriya?”

            Inko jumped a little at the sound of All Might’s voice breaking the silence. She turned and gave him a polite smile and nodded.

            “Yes, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m just grateful to see that Izuku has a friend. He’s had such trouble making friends, especially since we found out he was Quirkless.”

            All Might nodded.

            “I’m sure that was hard for you both,” he said. “Young Midoriya is a selfless soul. He needs people around him who care about him deeply because of this. I can already tell that Kageyama will be someone he can depend on when he needs support.”

            She wanted to believe that more than anything. All of his life, Izuku had wanted nothing more than to be a hero. Being a true hero was a very selfless act. He wanted to put his life on the line for those in need, just as All Might did. The number one hero was right—those who were the most selfless often needed someone else to care about them for them. Izuku was no exception to that. If this Kageyama Shigeo could truly take on the role of a true friend for him, it would put Inko’s heart at ease.

            The boys looked happy as they sat around the table to partake of the birthday dinner. Inko watched as they dug into their meals, both almost immediately expressing their gratitude a second time to her once they’d tasted it. After they’d talked for a bit about their training regimen for the day between themselves, Inko finally found the courage to insert herself into the conversation.

            “So, Kageyama, what kind of Quirk do you have?” she asked.

            He hummed for a moment, as if contemplating the best way to answer the question. Then, he lifted his hand over the table, and one of the dishes started to float a few inches over another one. It was very similar to Inko’s own Quirk, if she had to say.

            “I suppose you could call it telekinesis,” Kageyama said. “It’s not just lifting things in the air like this, though.”

            Izuku nodded enthusiastically.

            “You should see how much he can lift!” he exclaimed. “I bet Shige could lift a whole building!”

            The boy blushed a bit and scratched the back of his head.

            “Maybe…” he mumbled.

            Inko just laughed.

            “I’m sure you’ll get into UA with a Quirk like that,” she said.

            Kageyama tilted his head to the side.

            “Well, I still don’t feel like I have everything it takes to be a hero,” he said. “That’s why I’m training with Izuku to continue improving my body and my powers. I want to make sure that I can avoid hurting people with my powers.”

            His statement sounded as though there was something deeper about this in his mind. Izuku and Kageyama were complete opposites in terms of Quirks; Izuku wanted to help people even without a Quirk, but this boy had a very powerful Quirk and wanted to improve himself despite that Quirk. Perhaps, deep down, the two were more alike than she realized. Perhaps this was why they became friends. Izuku placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave him a smile.

            “We’ll improve our bodies together,” he said.

            Kageyama smiled back at him and nodded.

            “Yeah,” he said. “We will.”

            Inko glanced over at All Might. He was beaming brightly at the two boys, clearly proud of their drive to better themselves.

            “So, Kageyama, what made you want to become a hero?” Inko asked. “That is, if you don’t mind me asking.”

            Kageyama shook his head.

            “No, not at all,” he said.

            He paused for a moment, clearly putting some thought into his answer.

            “I’ve thought a lot about what to do with these powers,” he said. “At times I’ve used them to impress people, but I’ve learned that it takes more than powers to earn someone’s favor. That’s why I want to be the best person I can be. I have these powers for a reason, and if using them to save lives is the best use of who I am and what these powers are, then I should strive to use them for that purpose.”

            It was evident from his words that Kageyama strove for one thing: to be a good person with people who appreciated him surrounding him. He and Izuku were compatible in this way. Izuku’s heart was open to everyone, and Kageyama’s desire was to be close to someone. Even if those weren’t the exact words Kageyama had used, Inko could see through it. She was grateful that Izuku had made a friend who sought true friendship regardless of Quirks.

            Her gratitude only increased as the evening passed by. After dinner, she, Kageyama, and All Might all presented Izuku with a small gift. The two boys played a few games while Inko set up birthday cake, and they excitedly hurried back to the table to grab a slice. Inko asked a few more questions about Kageyama’s life, and he humbly filled her in on some details while skirting around others. By the end of the evening, she felt as though she’d learned a little bit about her son’s friend, even if it wasn’t everything she was curious about. As the two guests stepped out of the door to leave, she gave them both a bow.

            “Thank you both so much for coming to celebrate Izuku today,” she said.

            The pair waved their hands.

            “Of course!” All Might said. “I wouldn’t miss a chance to celebrate with my students!”

            Kageyama nodded.

            “It was a lot of fun,” he said. “Thank you for having us.”

            Inko shook her head back at him.

            “No, Kageyama, truly,” she said, “thank you. Thank you for being a true friend to my son. Can you promise me something?”

            The boy smiled and dipped his head politely.

            “Please support Izuku as you continue this journey together,” she said. “He needs a strong friend to support him. He needs support in ways that I nor your mentor can support him in. Can you do that for me? And for Izuku?”

            With a smile, Kageyama nodded his head.

            “One hundred percent,” he said. “I will have Izuku’s back no matter what.”

            Even after the boy was gone, and Inko was alone with her thoughts, Kageyama’s words warmed her heart. Izuku had found a true friend. She clutched a pillow to her chest and did her best not to cry. It felt as though a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She had long guilted herself for Izuku’s Quirklessness, and because of that, she guilted herself on his lack of friends. But now, he had someone who would stay by his side on his journey to becoming a hero.

            “Thank you, Kageyama Shigeo,” she whispered.

            For she could rest easy now, knowing that Izuku had one more person caring for him.

[mha-villaindeku]

How you met Izuku Midoriya

People involved | izuku midoriya x y/n

Warning | none just fluf

Vdeku notes | this takes place right after bakugo got kidnapped

Summary | you just began your first year at UA high and a certain someone has caught your eyes it's hard to ignore those freckles and green hair

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You just transfer to UA high because you finally figured out you wanted to be a hero, after they saw your quirk they assigned you to class 1A lucky you

You got put in the best of the best, you see the big door to the classroom you take a deep breath before walking in you open the door and the first thing you see is this green haired boy. He smiles at you and you smile back you felt a sense of comfort coming from him.

This man who is in a sleeping bag calls you up to introduce yourself so you walk in and intrude yourself "hello my name is y/n l/n and I just transfer from ___ if you have any questions feel free to ask". The green haired boy hand shoots up super fast you look at him and nod letting him ask away " what is your quirk y/n" he says egarily "my quirk is elemental control I can control any element and any thing that is made with that element" his eyes light up fast he starts muttering

I laugh because of how cute it is, the person in front of him yells "shut up deku " so I guess deku is his name the teacher tells you to sit down ignoring everyone else's hands you sit behind this dude with balls on his head he looks at you with a smirk while you pass him I scuffed and muttered creep underneath my breath.

After the lessons you head to lunch deku jumps up and asks you to sit at his table and you nodded, once you get your food you walk with him to where he sits he introduced all his friends to you "these are my friends todoroki, uraraka, tsuyu, and iida" you say "hello" and started eating the ramen you have gotten for lunch time fly's fast and next thing you know the bell rings and you head to your next class

Once school ends you start heading to go home but deku stops you and says "where are you going the dorms are this way" you looked shocked "theres dorms I was never informed this" he looks at you and laughs "do you need help getting your stuff " you smile and nod " but we need to tell Aizawa that were getting your stuff" he says yes and you guys hop on the train to your moms you've never had a boy over let alone you just met him. Your mom helps pack the car and he gets in and you guys drive back to UA your mom and deku help you get all the stuff in the dorm and then she leaves deku helps you set up your room

When you both were done both of you collapse on the bed you both look into each other's eyes and lock eye contact for awhile before you start to blush and look away "we should head down for dinner" after you spring up from the bed he nods in agreement and you head down to the Commons room.

Everyone senses some changed in the air after the both of you come down he makes you his favorite food katsudon you love seeing him in that apron and how he looks when he smiles you did not just think that what are you doing you just met this boy and now your in love how couldn't you he was perfect in every way he helped you when he didn't have to

Before you could stop over think he taps your shoulder and your back to reality "are you ok y/n your pretty red and spacing out" you cover your face blushing more " y-yeah I'm fine" he smiles and proceeds to hand you the plate of food and it smells wonderful "thanks deku" you start to stuff your face and so does he.

You start talking with the other girls you notice uraraka staring at deku u get kinda mad but why? Are you trying to prove your point even more that you like him and don't want anyone else with him it sounds stupid but you really fell hard for him and there was no getting out of this hole anymore Mina pips up and says "I sense a little romance between you and deku what happened up in that room y/n" you start blushing "n-nothing much he just was helping me unpack we did lay on my bed together after words" they all look at you and Mina smirks "sounds like a crush" you hide your face "I think but I don't think he likes me and I just met him" " I think other wise" with a smirk on her face you see urarakas face sadden

You end up heading to bed after words and just think about him all night tell you fall asleep (time skip)

a month goes by and you two become really close you end confessing to him after class he seemed surprised before he could speak you go over a million things and shushes you with a kiss you turn into a blushing mess "i like you too now calm down" it's hard to calm down after he just kissed you he pulls you into a hug "so this means we're a thing your mine now" he blushes at the fact you called him mine and he nods " It is and I'm the happiest man to be with you" he lands another kiss but on your forehead this time and you guys head back to the dorm no one was shocked when you told them they all new that you two would eventually get together they had wished it was sooner but they were happy and you too were too.

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The end hope you liked this story sorry for not posted in like a year but I am starting mha now dms are open for requests

[xxlost-cityxx]

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Ship/Characters: Top!Kirishima Eijirou, Bottom!Bakugou Katsuki

TW/CW: camming(Bakugou's a camboy), rough anal sex, anal fingering, choking, spanking, begging, crying, overstimulation, praising, degrading, enthusiastic consent

Summary: Bakugou's famous for being in the top 3 best doms for a camboy porn site, but as he tries to out rank an up and rising couple, his fans get to see the moment he realises he's a submissive bottom

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Katsuk has been a camboy for a little over 2 years now, starting right off the bat once he graduated high school. As he was 18 and living on his own and with a low paying job, he quickly realized he needed another source of income to live even slightly comfortably in today's world. Then came a random ad that just so happened to catch his eye, a porn site catching a lot of popularity, a few cam stars seeming to live a life of luxury from simply filming themselves for anyone to see. 

Katsuki had to try it out. 

He's had his fair share of horny old men groping him out in public, so why not get paid for them to watch him instead? 

That plan was one of his best ideas yet. He rose to fame so quickly he choked on water after posting his 4th video ever, seeing that his rough, aggressive attitude turned a lot of people on. A lot meant 14,000 at the time. A month into camming and he was making over 54,000 yen a week! And now, with nearly 500,000 perverts at his mercy, it was much more. He started live streaming last year, and it went amazing. Until a new couple joined the camming business. Suddenly 'loving boyfriend rails his curvy brown haired slut' was all anyone wanted to see. This broccoli headed bitch stole half the damn site from almost every other cammer out there! 

So there was only one thing Katsuki could do now. 

He had to fuck someone on one of his streams. 

He blew up the first time he fucked a flesh light, degrading the inanimate object like no tomorrow, easily being labeled one of the best doms out there. So the only way to get back on top was to dom a real person. 

But he wasn't going to fuck one of his weird ass fans, god no. He needed to find someone close to him who would keep their mouth shut. 

After brainstorming and browsing the most popular porn categories, he got an idea. The best way to narrow down his options for what type of person he'd need is by his audience. He quickly went to his profile insights, his eyes narrowing as over 60% were females. He quickly smirked, easily going back to the most popular categories and filtering out what he didn't want to do and what his audience wouldn't be into. And the one that came out ontop, was gay shit. Katsuki was going to dom a guy. And if it meant coming out on top over all the useless cammers, he'd fuck the shit out of a twink. 

"Sorry man, I would've considered it back when we first graduated, but Hitoshi and Kyo would rather stab you than let me take your dick up my ass." Denki said, casually sighing and taking a sip of his coffee. The elders around the coffee shop gasped, giving nasty side eyes which Katsuki couldn't care less about. "What!?" He nearly shouted, Sero and Mina covering their mouths to prevent any laughter from coming out to the point their faces were turning red. 

"Why not ask Sero-" "-Oh hell no! I'm not letting Katsudon fuck me on camera!" Sero shouted, ignoring Bakugou's glare from calling him Katsudon. 

"You really need to fuck a guy for this? Why not stick to your usual content? No.2 is better than much else, right?" "Hell no! I'm the best and I'm going to prove I'm the fuckin' best! Denki's the only twink I know, so help me find another!" Katsuki yelled, a few families being rushed out of the shop. 

After going through everyone that fit Bakugou's qualifications. They had nothing. Bakugou was ready to tear someone's head off at this point. After doing so much research, he didn't have the final piece. 

"Hey Mina, you're a chick. What do you suggest 'suki do?" Denki sighed, folding in on himself. "I mean, we do love our gay shit man." He said in an inhale. "But why not get fucked instead? We know way more doms than we do twinks." She said, tilting her head. "Oh- Hell no!" Bakugou shouted, Sero wincing. "I'm the best fuckin' dom on this shitting porno site and I'm going to prove it!" "Sounds like a bratty bottom to me." Sero mumbled. 

After more shouting and arguing. Kirishima finally arrived. "Sorry, my last client had a lot of knots in their back and thighs! Took a lot longer than I expected." He said with his happy smile, still wearing his scrubs and smelling like coconut oil. "Eiji~! Gimme a deep tissue massage!" Denki whined, rushing over and jumping face first into the bed. "He just gave massages all day dude, give him a break.." Sero mumbled, shaking his head. 

And it was like a light bulb. His brain flashing to massage porn intro's being in the top 100 categories. "Kirishim!" Bakugou shouted firmly, standing up straight. Kiri froze, slowly turning to look at him with fearful eyes. "Y-Yes…?" "Let me fuck you for my cam stream." And it went dead silent. 

And that's how they're here. Setting up the ring lights, almond oil on the shelves and a small white towel for Bakugou to cover his ass with. The plan was that Eijirou would get handsy during the massage and Katsuki would turn around and start domming him. Kirishima is bigger than Bakugou in the height and muscle department, but that was only going to make the plot better. Eijrou definitely wasn't telling him something. After hesitating to agree in the first place, and only after Bakugou promised a share of the money, Kirishima was just so...unnatural at this situation, his movements starting off as more dominating until he took it down to a submissive level.   

Katsuki started the live, giving his quickly joining fans a cocky smirk before standing up, walking back and laying down on the black table. 

The comments were filled with surprise and questions as to who the red haired hulk was beside the table, but they went unanswered. 

Kirishima grabbed the bottle of almond oil, pouring some into his hands and quickly starting on Katsuki's thighs, gently rubbing into the muscles with experienced ease. 

Bakugou's eyes widened at the feeling, his core already getting hot with desire. And as Kirishima's fingers went under the towel to his inner thighs, he fought a gasp. Comments filled with perverted comments telling the redhead to get more handsy and to give the blond a hand job with all the oil. 

But as Eijirou put a knee on the table and nearly climbed over Katsuki to perfectly get his back, Katsuki started panting at the feeling. It wasn't the massage that was getting him. It was the feeling of Eijirou's crotch rubbing against the thin towel, his cock slightly hard underneath his black scrubs. 

As it was about time for the script to move onto Katsuki domming Kirishima, Bakugou was stifling whimpers of shock and embarrassment. His cock aching for him to fuck Kirishima…..actually. His body was aching to be fucked by Kirishima. 

As Katsuki was turned around, His eyes were teary, his fans taking quick, shocked notice and flooding the comments with surprise, degrading, perverted insults about how he looked like a twink instead. 

Kirishima's eyes slightly widened at the sight, and as Bakugou swallowed his embarrassment and shock, he focused on his arousal and his own perverse desires. "F-Fuck me….instead.." He whispered, his eyes slightly squinting and blurring with tears. 

Before he knew it, Eijirou was leaning over top of him with a slick hand around his neck. Bakugou couldn't help but moan at the pressure, his stream struggling to keep up with the influx of viewers and comments about the top 3 best doms getting put in his place by a rando. 

Bakugou's mind wasn't on the donations anymore, not on the follower count or his ranking at this point. He was gasping for air as Kirishima roughly kissed and bit at his body, keeping an iron grip on Katsuki's neck. "Oh fuck yes- Was hoping to god I would be able to fuck your tight ass one day-!" Kirishima breathed against his skin, licking up his nipple to his jaw and nipping at him. 

He suddenly ripped himself off the blonde, walking over to the camera and grabbing it, making a winky face at the viewers as he moved the camera to get a better view of Bakugou teary eyed, flushed and a line of red, darkening hickies and bites. 

He got back on the table, roughly gripping Katsuki's thighs and harshly pushing them apart, an action that would probably make some other guy pull a muscle. He wrapped his arms around his spread thighs, pulling his hips up to meet his crotch, the pale skin against his dark black scrubs finally letting Bakugou and the viewers know what the newbie was packing, and it was a lot. 

"H-Holy fuck-" Bakugou whispered out as his towel was ripped off of him, oil being grabbed off the table and the cap popped open. Kirishima paused, looking up to Bakugou, a silent plea for last minute permission. Katsuki's red eyes met crimson, and he swiftly nodded his head, accidentally earning more donations from the show of submission. 

Eijirou lathered his fingers in oil, tracing the blond's pink hole carefully, giving the camera another adjustment so the viewers could see his perfect view as well; a red faced, teary eyed dom with his tight ass being slicked up so nicely. 

The oil made Katsuki's muscle relax easily, becoming soft under the thick tanned finger, and as he swiftly plunged in the singular finger, Katsuki gasped with shock, his eyes going wide at the foregin feeling. 

Kirishima slowly pumped his finger, adding slightly more oil every time his muscle got a bit too tight, slipping in more fingers every time his rim was soft. It felt like such a short amount of time between preparing to dom his best friend to being finger fucked by him. Eijirou's forearm had veins slightly protruding as he slammed his fingers into his friend at a pace that made vibrators look pathetic. Katsuki's pretty little back was arched so nicely, his muscles flexing and his toes curling, tears falling from his eyes as moan after moan was ripped from him. 

"P-Please! I can't! I can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed, shaking his head at the man's brutal pace, purposely avoiding his prostate after hitting it every couple times. 

Kirishima smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out only to slide his thumbs inside, stretching the soft muscle as he pleased, showing off the blond's perfectly hot pink insides, his swollen rim slick and twitching. "So nice and pretty for me, hm? You wanna take my fat cock for the first time? Expose how much of a slut you are for cock? For my cock?" Kirishima said seductively, moving the camera again. 

Katsuki nodded his head rapidly, his eyes glued to the hard to see bulge under his black scrubs. "Use your words, baby." Eijirou said firmly, palming himself. "Y-Yes- I want it-! I w-want your fat cock-!" He said, face flushing with embarrassment again. "Good boy~" He cooed, finally grabbing the hem of his pants and pulling them down. 

It was almost like he struggled to pull the front down far enough, his cock just kept following, and once it finally got over his tip, his penis sprung up to lightly slap against his stomach before it weighed itself down. The camera got Bakugou's surprise and shock perfectly, the comments finally going quiet, almost as if everyone had to take in what they were seeing as well. 

Kirishima grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it and letting it slap against Bakugou's hole, earning a slightly muffled whimper from the blond. He gently moved his hips, letting his cock slide smoothly against his hole, his tip teasing the smaller's balls. The comments were filled with encouragement and orders to get on with it. 

Kirishima chuckled darkly, letting his tip catch on the rim, slowly pushing in. Bakugou's eyebrows furrowed before his mouth dropped and eyes widened with the pressure. He let out a guttural moan, his legs starting to shake. 

As Eijirou bottomed out with a groan, Katsuki was shaking and whimpering, his own well endowed cock red and dripping precome. 

The redhead pulled out before slamming back in, the blond shooting up with shock only to be met with a hand on his neck again, pinning him down as the Kirishima harshly forced his way between Bakugou's legs even more, only giving the blond a couple seconds to adjust before he started snapping his hips into the smaller man's ass. Bakugou took in one breath of air before lewd moans poured from him, his voice cracking every time his skin was slapped with another brutal thrust. 

"Agh- P-Please-!" Katsuki nearly screamed out, Eijirou grabbing the back of his knees and pressing them back to meet his shoulders, effectively putting him in a mating press. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you fucking want!" Eijirou growled out, groaning as Katsuki's tight, slicked up boy cunt tried to milk him, pulsing and sucking him in with every movement. "I-I want it harder! Please- Please fuck me harder! Give me more!" Bakugou nearly sobbed, looking at where their bodies were connected with teary wide eyes. "Such a fuckin' slut-! Making all these people think you were a fucking dom, only to start begging for the first fat cock you see! Want it harder? Wanna feel my fat dick in you for days?" He growled, eagerly moving to grab Katsuki's ankles and awkwardly spreading them over Katsuki's head before turning him, ripping his cock out of his pillowy ass and nearly picking the blond up by his ass, grabbing the nape of his neck and forcing him on his knees with his head down. 

He slammed back in, the blond nearly screaming once again as he set another brutal pace. "Y-Yes! Please, god yes! Fuck me more! Don't stop!" Katsuki sobbed, drool and tears staining his lewd face. "Wouldn't fucking dream of it! You love having your little boy cunt fucked, huh? Love how I fucking ruin you on this dick?" Kirishima growled, slapping a hand down on his fat ass, groaning loudly at the sight of all the excess muscle and fat jiggle even more. 

Katsuki's ass slapped against Eijirou's abs every time he slammed into the boy, his back muscles looking so pretty at this angle. 

"Oh shit- I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Don't fucking stop~!" Bakugou moaned, arching his back and lifting his ass up higher so Eijirou could hit his prostate at the best angle. "Haven't even touched your cock and you're gonna cum? Fucking do it! Cum on this cock, make it yours and I'll fuck you every day!" Kirishima promised, sharpening his thrusts to where all Bakugou could do is claw at the padded table and scream, staring into the camera as his orgasm was building higher and higher. 

"I- Fuck! I'm fucking cummin'!" Bakugou screamed, his body shaking under Kirishima as his thrusts went unbroken, hurtling Katsuki into overstimulation. He started screaming for relief, but as Kirishima planted his hands into the curvature of Bakugou's spine, he started thrusting purely for his own relief. Groaning and growling above a sobbing Katsuki. "S-Stop! I can't! Slow down~ Please!" Katsuki begged, his cock trying to harden again. His body was on fire, every nerve fried with pleasure he'd never experienced, and Katsuki knew he was addicted. 

"Almost fuckin' there! Gonna cum in your ass- Claim you, make you mine!" Eijirou groaned out, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax ripped through him, filling up the man's stomach with his cum. 

He slowly pulled out, Katsuki in the same position even after Eijirou let go of him. He grabbed the camera, pointing it at Bakugou's gaping and cum filled hole, watching how he pulsed against nothing, forcing the cum to leak out of him despite his angle. 

Not only did Katsuki make absolute bank while taking monster cock like a slut, he took the No.1 spot by over a thousand followers and ratings. 

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [4]  pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers. 

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed,  “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento    unlike what Gojo Satoru said    was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates. 

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner. 

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up,  “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.” 

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short,  “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing,  his punishment     despite not being given any by Nitta    was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan. 

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least    and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all     since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.” 

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy. 

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you. 

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.” 

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.” 

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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Miyuki Kazuya addresses his worries late night with his special someone.

P.S. This is my first time writing a fanfic, so do forgive me if its a bit trashy. Don’t tell it to my face though.

Have fun!

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Miyuki Kazuya had always worried that he would grow old alone.  Now, that worry seemed to be displaced as he was pacing back and forth your shared apartment, bouquet in hand, a little giddy, a little scared, and very nervous all while waiting for you to arrive from your late night shift.

 He was going to propose. That was what kept running through his mind for the last two weeks. He was finally ready, he thought, worries of baseball and lack of time flitted at the back of his head as he gazed at the window, looking through New York’s bright lights at 10:00 P.M. The city you grew up into was starkly different from the one he was used to. Tokyo suburbs were quiet and dim at night which constantly worried him that you won’t like it once he takes you to vacation at his home country. Fortunately, his worries vanished when you said that you like it peaceful. Assuring him that only because your father bought the place for you is the only reason why you are staying at it.

 The doors opening made him jump a little, his eyes flitting to the fully set up table filled with your favorite foods. His eyes train back to the archway where you stood in your nurse’s uniform, smiling at him. You were pleasantly surprise to see he was holding a bouquet, since he rarely brings you one. And the fact that he remembered that Dutchman’s Pipe Cactus is your favorite flower and made a bouquet with it made your stomach flutter.

 “What’s the occasion?” You asked, removing your shoes as Kazuya went to take your bag off from you.

 “Nothing, just wanted to spoil you.” He let out one of his shit-eating grins that he always made after irritating the life out of someone. It was one of the things you loved from him. You often wondered how attentive he was since he always knew how to poke at someone.

 “Hmm-hmm. Not buying that, love.” You look around the place, fully digesting what he has made around your pad. Your eyes catch the candlelit dinner he prepared and turned back to him. You could see how nervous he was, avoiding your eyes and his hands shaking as he held the bouquet.

 You walk towards him and hug him. “What is it? You never do this unless something’s up.”

 He knew your words were true as your arms involuntary hugged her back. Kazuya knew you were wondering whether he got traded or were injured. He didn’t like worrying you so as he unclasped his arms around you, he immediately looked in her eyes and asked the question you’ve been waiting two weeks to ask:

 “Will you marry me?”

 OMAKE:

 Only the tableware clinking was heard from the room as you both wolf down what Kazuya made for dinner. You were quiet, not talking, focused on eating Katsudon, tension starts creeping in the room.

 “You know, this is not how I imagined my proposal to you would be.” He said, looking at you for the first time in a while.

 “Oh yeah, I know. You must have been sooo nervous. I mean, you just blurted it out.” You replied, laughing as his face morphed into that of an embarrassment. Tension finally dissipated from the room as he grabbed your still ringless hand.

“You know that I could wait, right?” Kazuya asked as he played with your fingers. His hand was bigger than yours, you noticed, as he entwined them together. You smiled.

 “You know I could, too. Until we find that ring you hid in the ice cream bucket.” He groaned as he remembered the cringe-y setting he had put the ring into, inside a coffee flavored ice cream bucket he buys from a brand that suits his taste. You guys were supposed to watch a movie after the dinner, cuddled in the sofa with a blanket, eating the ice cream. You would find the ice cream while eating, and he would say the magic words then. But with all the things prepared, he ended up blurting it out of the blue. He remembered you laughing at him and how red his face turned into as you said yes to him.

 “Ugh, don’t remind me.” He replied, the memory replaying through his head and will be known as one of the fondest memories of his years later.

 That night, as you were sleeping, he whipped out his phone and took a picture of your hand intertwined with his, the engagement ring glinting in your hands as he caressed it once more.

 Friends and fans alike were shocked to see what he posted at 1 A.M.: the photo of hands he took, your sleeping back, and the words: 

She said YES! 

P.S. 

To you my love, I’d gladly give up baseball if you ask me to. Not that you did, though.

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The lights in the kitchen turn on. “You’re late.”

Midoriya refuses to meet the sharp gaze pointed at him. Instead, he focuses on setting his keys and wallet on the counter beside the doorway. “Long day.” He states lowly, as he shrugs off his winter coat.

“Long day.” The voice mocks,“That’s all you’re gonna give me tonight? Just, ‘long day’?”

He shucks off his shoes, not bothering to neatly set them. “Kacchan, please. Let’s talk about this in the morning. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, and I’m tired of your bullshit!” Bakugou spats out, his fists banging on the kitchen table. The sounds of plates and silverware rattle violently. “I ain’t passing this off to tomorrow, because you say so! Where the fuck were you!?”

The headache in his head booms loudly, in sync to the yells. “They needed someone to work overtime.” Midoriya sighs, looking down at his hero costume. Charred edges. Ripped sleeves. Dirt all over. God, he’s a wreck. “So, I had to patrol another twelve hour shift..”

“No, you don’t.” Bakugou growls, “You could have easily declined, and they would have found some other extras to patrol the city.”

Midoriya really doesn’t want to look over at him, nor at his surroundings. Because he knows he screwed up, big time. There’s a fragrance of cinnamon and spice filling the room, and there’s a lovely, cozy warmth airing in the apartment. Midoriya can only assume there’s candles everywhere.

So, he doesn’t look. He can’t. “Yeah, I could’ve.”

“Could’ve!?” There’s a sharp, terrible screech of the chair sliding off, and it immediately clatters onto the ground. “No, Deku! You fucking should’ve! You should’ve told the agency off. Should’ve gone home, the moment you had the chance. Should’ve made it home, like we had fucking planned!”

“You can’t possibly think you’re more important than the citizens that need to be protected, every day!” Midoriya voices out, glaring down at the countertop. “There’s always another day for us, but that’s not guaranteed for the people out there!”

“You’re acting like there ain’t other heroes out there!” Bakugou shouts back, "There's plenty!"

“Yet, there’s only one inheritor of One for All! You know, better than I do, that I need to be there, if something happens!”

“Everything you’re saying means nothing to me!”

The yelling finally irks him. Midoriya grips at his curls, shaking his head. “Then, what the hell do you want me to say?! Anything I tell you right now, is just going to make you more upset!”

For a moment, nothing else is said. Instead, the only noise that emits between them is the ticking of the clock, and the deep breathing from each other.

Midoriya plans to start walking to the bedroom, when finally Bakugou mutters, “Say it to my face.”

His mind is left blank. “..What?”

“Say it to my face.” Bakugou repeats, never once raising his voice. Though, the heat of his frustrations still linger. “Say your damn, stupid excuse to my face, Deku. Say it with the straightest face you can pull. And, if you can, I’ll fucking drop it.”

He knows he’s being baited. “You’re lying.”

“Me? A liar?” Bakugou barks out a laugh, “You know I don’t say shit I don’t mean. Every word I say, I fucking mean it. Unlike you.”

Despite the small clapback, Midoriya can’t help, but want to take on the challenge. All he had to do was repeat everything he said to Bakugou. Look at him right in his eyes, and just repeat his words.

And, then, Bakugou will forgive him.

Yet, when Midoriya finally raises his head up to right in front of him, he knows it’s impossible.

The dinner table was fully set. Cold miso soup. Untouched katsudon. Empty wine glasses. Melted candles. And, a bouquet of roses in a vase, wilted, with fallen petals.

And, Bakugou stood at the end of it all. Already in his tank and sweats, the only tell that it was switched was the gold chain around his neck that he always wore on special occasions. Even his nails, painted black and pretty, was only something he did when he was properly dressed to the nines. Something that was reserved for a special night.

Yet, none of that was what pained Midoriya. It was his eyes. Red, swollen, and tired. And, despite the narrowed, pinched expression he gave, Bakugou’s entire face was rosy and damp. Tear tracks were obvious on his cheeks.

“You can’t possibly think you’re more important than the citizens that need to be protected, every day!”

God, Midoriya’s the absolute worst.

Bakugou’s the first to speak, scoffing. “I know I will never compare to hundreds of lives. I fucking know that, Deku..” He admits in a whisper. “You think I ain’t a hero, either?”

“That’s not-”

“But, when I said yes to this relationship,” Bakugou hisses, his brows furrowing. “I was very aware that not only I had a responsibility as a hero, but as a partner. To you. There’s now things I have to be willing to sacrifice, and things I can’t, because I chose to be with you ”

“So, tell me why I have to pull in my weight in our goddamn relationship, making time out of my schedule, making sure I’m there for you, when you’re out here, treating me like shit!”

The ache in his words leaves Midoriya unable to breathe. He feels so bad, it hurts. His stubborn, cold stone resolve melts. “K-Kacchan, I’m sorry. I-”

“Shut up!” Bakugou bangs the dinner table, once more. Harder. Louder. He shoves a pointed finger right at him. “I have listened to every whiny ass apology that comes out of your ass already! You have left me in the dust, countless times! Making me look like a fool, out at restaurants, parties, and everyone!”

“I know! And, I feel terrible every time!”

“Our anniversary! All I asked was for one night! One damn night! And, you still say the people are more important than your boyfriend fucking waiting for you at home!”

“You are important to me!” Midoriya insists, feeling tears well up in his eyes. “I just, I don’t know how to manage all this!”

Immediately, Bakugou starts walking up to the front door. He shoves Midoriya by the edge of his shoulders, as he slides aimlessly into some slippers. “I’m going to Shitty Hair’s place.”

Midoriya lunges over, grabbing the arm that’s outreached for the door handle. “Kacchan, please. Let’s talk about this!”

“You know what,” Bakugou snarls, pushing off Midoriya, “Let’s talk about this in the morning. I’m tired.”

Like an arrow to his side, Midoriya winces at his own words being used against him. “Please.” He begs, “I don’t want to let you go, when you’re like this.”

Breathing a long sigh, Bakugou pivots around him, sternly staring right up at Midoriya. “24 hours. By then, if you don’t find a way to manage your ‘symbol of peace’ mantra, without fucking me over, then I’m letting you go.”

Even hours after Bakugou goes out into the winter cold, leaving him alone in their apartment, Midoriya stays by the front door, seated on the floor. Tears flowing out him, with nothing to stop them from falling.

[wondersmithofastronautalis]

Post-Exam Anxiety

Izuku stared at the dishes set out on their dining room table. There was some steam wafting off the katsudon, giving off a mouth-wateringly delicious aroma. After a grueling day of test-taking and robot battles, Izuku wanted, more than anything, to turn his brain off and enjoy it.

But he couldn’t. Not with the last minute of the practical exam still replaying in his mind’s eye. The girl pinned by rubble. The giant robot lumbering closer. His legs moving on his own as he piled up strength quirk after strength quirk. The air whipping past as he leapt. Bulging muscles tearing his sleeve apart as he pulled his arm back for the punch.

In retrospect, it had been a stupidly reckless move. A prestigious hero school like Yuuei must have safeguards in place so none of the applicants are seriously injured or maimed. Surely, if he waited just a second longer, a test proctor would jump out of the woodwork either to rescue the girl or shut down the robot.

But none of that had crossed his mind in the heat of the moment. All he saw was someone in trouble and he reacted. He didn’t regret that part.

Still, the question gnawed at the back of his mind as he made his way home. Had he blown his cover? Were the staff suspicious of him now, of his quirk? Were they wondering how it worked? Were they looking at his records, trying to find the answers?

“Izuku? Izuku!”

When Izuku jolted back to reality, it was to the sight of his mom looking up at him, her eyes two big watery saucers. He saw her hand was raised mid-air, as if she were about to feel his forehead for a fever, before she let it fall back to her side. His own hand, he realized, had been tugging on his lip. 

“Y-yes?” He flashed her what he hoped passed for a reassuring smile. “Were you saying something, mom? Sorry, I must have been spacing out.”

If anything, she looked even more concerned, biting her lip and twisting the folds of her apron into knotted rope. “Are you sure you’re alright? If you’re not feeling well, you can always go lie down. O-or is it about the test? Are you still worried?” 

He had told his mom about the incident as soon as he stepped inside. They talked it over for more than an hour, coming up with the worst worst case-scenarios and desperately trying to convince themselves their cover was still safe. Because the alternative – exposure, police questioning, his future in heroics ended before it even began – was too devastating to accept.

No, that was just his anxiety talking. His mind blowing everything out of proportion, as usual. There was, after all, an astonishingly wide variety of quirks out there. His ‘enhancement’ quirk might stick out for how gross or powerful it was, but no one could point to him and definitely say that that kind of quirk couldn’t possibly exist. 

Or, at least, he hoped that was the case.

“It’s silly,” he started. “I just can’t stop thinking about whether I got enough points on the practical exam. I think so, but maybe there was some hidden objective or other criteria they didn’t tell us about, or...”

His mom reached out and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. That small gesture did more to ground him than any words of comfort could.   

“I’m sure you did great honey,” she told him. “From what I’ve heard, you showed those robots who’s boss.”

“Yeah,” he replied, his smile becoming a touch more genuine. He was being silly. So what if his arm looked like it’d been grafted on from a hulking monster? No one would leap to the conclusion that his quirk didn’t belong to him. That he had, in fact, been stuffed to bursting with quirks that did not belong to him. Certainly no one would make the connection between him and All for One either. Right? Right?

So shouldn’t it be okay for him to stop obsessing over the very remote possibility he had been exposed? To pull out a chair and eat the food his mom prepared to celebrate all the hard work they both put in to make it this far? 

Shouldn’t it? He decided then that it would.

Aw yes, the nagging feeling that you should've done everything differently right after you've turned in an exam, only much worst.

[the19thduckpotato]

In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 5)

Part 4

He said it he said it he really said it does he know that's everything I've wanted to hear can I say I love you?? I want to say I love you-- but will he feel pressured to say it back? I hope not I know it's so hard to when you're All Might he must know it's okay if he can't but what if he doesn't?? Maybe I should just tell him-- "--I love you," Izuku said, muffled against the thick coat. "I love you lots-- you don't have to say it back if you don't want to, it's okay"

Toshi squeezed his eyes shut as his heart thudded painfully.  I love you, too!! Then say it. Eyes still shut, he opened his mouth. just a few simple words "I..." don’t you dare hold back "...I..." wow, are you seriously about to chicken out right now? He closed his mouth, resting one hand on Izuku's back. ....I love you, too...

Whispered softly, "...I know."

Toshi made a frustrated noise. the great All Might is a coward.  Can't even compare to a child.  That's where your regret lies--not because you didn’t tell them.  Because you didn't have the guts to. "Izuku," he murmured hoarsely.  "I just..."  His voice caught and he sighed miserably.  "Thank you."

Izuku squeezed his hug a little tighter, hoping it would make Toshi feel a bit better, somehow. "Thank you," he murmured back. For loving me, even if you can't say it. N maybe someday you can... but I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I know it's... when you finally think you're close to someone and say it and then something... happens... maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but-- I just can't seem to stay quiet....

Toshi suddenly reached for his phone, tapped the screen, then gave a tiny grimace of surprise.  "I need to duck out for a moment.  Just a minute, no more, I promise.  Will you be ok in here?"

"Ehh?" Izuku looked up in surprise, not able to see the phone screen but getting the idea. "Uh, okay." He nodded, pretty sure he sounded confident enough. Oh crap. Crapcrapcrap.

Toshi tried to not rush out, striding as calmly as he could.  He was soon across the street, watching the river glimmer in lazy rolling waves nearby. He slipped his phone (no message visible for there never was one) back in his pocket then took a deep breath of fresh air. Then hung his head. "Why?" he muttered.  "Why is it so difficult?" The river rolled on. "What am I scared of?"

Izuku stood in the store by himself, starting to shrink into a stiff board. crapcrapcrap I'm alone, what if someone steals me like Mom warned me about?? ...you're a bit big to just be picked up and carried off, you know that, right? Well, yes, but what if-- Images of Shigaraki's hand creeping around his neck came into his mind. Izuku made a worried noise, hand sneaking up to the jacket collar. Oh right. The jacket. I can't pay for it... I don't even wanna know how much it costs, it's gotta be way too much. He shuffled it off, putting it back on the hanger and holding onto it. Don't want them to think I'd try to walk out wearing it or anything.... He busied himself with looking for items for his classmates while he waited for Toshi to be done with... whatever it was he was doing. Probably making a phone call or somethin'.

"Hey," Toshi called out as he returned.  "I think I found a few ideas online we could search for here and--"  He noticed Izuku had the jacket back on its hanger.  "--not your size?"

“Oh!” Izuku turned back to Toshi. “No, it is! Just ready to buy it now!” He smiled up at Toshi, his eyes crinkling happily.

"Did you see anything else we should get?" He plucked a small Mic doll from a pile in a barrel then was delighted to find it squeaked when he squeezed it.  "Ok yes," he smirked.

“Eehee!” Izuku grinned at the doll. “Whatcha gonna do with it?”

Toshi winked.  "Now  pass me your jacket."  He squeezed the Mic toy again, his mouth twitched in a mild grin as it squeaked once more.

Izuku passed over the jacket, tilting his head and wrinkling his eyebrows in a question.

"Let's get these paid for and then get ya fed."  Toshi tucked the Mic into the jacket pocket.  "What's your favorite?"

Izuku blinked up at him. "Uuuhhh"

"Soba?  Udon?  Takoyaki?"  Toshi tilted his head.  "...hamburgers?"

Izuku's face lit up. "Katsudon!!"

"Excellent choice!"  Toshi tapped his card against the kiosk device, nodded his thanks to the cashier, then handed the bag holding the Silver Age jacket and one (1) Squeaky Mic over to Izuku.  "I might know a good spot."

"Great!" Izuku bounced happily. "N we can come back for the other kids' stuff later?"

"Absolutely!" A few moments later found them in a small but bustling shop.  A man dressed in smart chef's whites looked up from the table he was speaking to, his face lighting up.  "Ah, honorable All Mighf!"  he called out, indicated a nearby table.  "And friend?  Student?"  There was a slight squint of intrigue.  "Or maybe--?" Oh Lord, not again. "One of my best students," Toshi quickly but proudly replied.  "Say hi, Izuku."

He smiled happily and waved. "Hi Izuku!" The words left his mouth before he could think about them. He promptly perished on the spot. "Wait noooooooo...." Those words were muffled by the hands hiding his red face.

Toshi couldn't help it, he snorted into his hand.  "That's my kid!" "Ah???" the chef said, eyebrows rising. "Figure of speech, Ryori." If the chef seemed disappointed, he didn't show it.  Instead, he happily handed Izuku a menu.  "You know I have your teacher here to thank for saving my shop." "Ryori." A silver bell chimed and the chef pointed toward the kitchen.  "Go on, ask him.  I'll be right back with some miso."

Izuku turned to Toshi with a curious grin, hoping for a story.

Toshi looked back to Izuku then jumped a little.  "K-kid!"  He coughed then cleared his throat.  "It's not that big a deal.  Really."  His ears were flushing red again.

Izuku rubbed at his own ear and cheek, chasing away the last of the blush. "Aw c'monnn, if I can be good-naturedly embarrassed so can you!"

Toshi rested his chin on one hand, ears still red.  "Ok, but I just want you to know, I didn't do it just to get free food for life.  I did it because it was the right thing to do." the free food WAS a lovely bonus "When I was younger--a lot younger--i happened to be in the area when a Quirk went haywire.  Some poor kid's Quirk had advanced in its abilities and he didn't quite have a handle on it just yet.  Something to do with vibrations parsing molecules, collapsing structures.  He didn't mean to cause damage, just-- oh thank you, Ryori." The chef grinned as he set the bowls down then waited to hear the rest of the story. "--so there I was, trying to figure out how to get close to the scared kid without being parsed myself, when--" Ryori made a frustrated noise.  "Not that story!  Tell it right!  Tell the story about how you saved my store!"  He gestured for Izuku to try the miso.

“I thought that was the story?” Izuku cast a skeptical glance up at Ryori, then quickly ducked his head apologetically when he realized how rude he sounded. “Sorry.”

Toshinori pinched the bridge of his nose but grinned.  "All right.  All right." "Good man!" "So Izuku, one day I saved this building from collapsing--" "My dear sweet store, when it was still young, ah!" "--and the owner was so grateful--" Ryori proudly rose to his full four and a half foot height.  "--that he did what, All Might?" Toshi smirked.  "That he served a starving hero some katsudon." Ryori shook a finger in mock anger.  "Ungrateful man, tell it right!" "That he served a starving hero the most amazing katsudon he had ever had the pleasure of tasting." Both Ryori and Toshi did the same hand flourish in unison and the blond laughed nervously at Izuku.  "It's, uh, our thing." "Have you tried the miso yet?"

Izuku practically had sparkles floating around his head. They’re so cuuuuuute!! The fanboy side of him was in heaven. “—Oh! Ah, not yet,” he smiled sheepishly, taking a spoonful. “—!!” He nodded excitedly, eyes wide.

"So then??"  Ryori's eyes bore into Toshi. "So then the starving hero decided he liked it so much, he'd come back again when the store wasn't in danger of burning down or crumbling to bits." "You wound me, old friend." Toshi grinned and spooned some of his miso which seemed to soothe Ryori's ruffled feathers. "The hero returned, again and again.  Word soon got around that the great hero All Might had a favorite place to eat." Ryori looked fit to burst from pride.  "Guess what happened, student Izuku?  Go on!"

Izuku’s eyes crinkled with happiness. “Ah, business boomed?”

Ryori clapped his hands with joy.  "Smart boy, clever boy!  And that is how All Might saved my store!" "Because goodness knows your cooking--" Ryori held up a wooden spoon threateningly. "--wasn’t getting enough attention and Ryori, please, put that away, I'm only teasing." Mollified once more, Ryori huffed something about making All Might's usual--the scarecrow's delight--then turned to Izuku, pen poised to take his order.

“Oh, uhh—“ Izuku’s mind went blank for a second, but he quickly remembered what he wanted “—katsudon, please?”

The chef grinned huge, then turned and strode back to his kitchen, a man on a mission.  Toshi shook his head with a fond grin, sipping at his water. "He really is a miracle worker when it comes to culinary concoctions.  People try to say it's because of a Quirk that he must have but no.  That's pure talent, plain and simple."

Izuku took another spoonful of miso with much enjoyment. “I believe it!’

Toshi's eyes sparkled with pleasure.  "I'm very glad you like it!" The next few moments were spent scrolling through online sites and discussing possible gift options for the rest of Class 1A. This is nice.  It's not saving someone from a burning building or punching an evil villain in the face... but it's still going to bring a smile to people's faces and that's what I've missed. Soon, Ryori returned with two covered dishes.  He placed both on the table and lift the lid on Izuku's with a grand flourish.  "Tada!"

“Oooohhh!”

Ryori moved to do the same with Toshi's plate and the blond gently but firmly pushed the chef's hand away. "It's not that big a deal," he murmured very softly.  "Please don't." Ryori's eyes radiated hurt and Toshi immediately regretted his words.  But the chef, ever a professional, bowed his gratitude. "Enjoy, as I no doubt know you will!" And with that, he was gone.

Izuku waited to see if Toshi was going to uncover his own dish or not. Surely he will, he ordered it... right?

Toshi rested a large hand on the lid, lost in his own thoughts.  Then he looked up.  "Oh my word, yours looks positively...wow.  Go on!  Eat up!" He was quick to look away, mouth watering. Not a good idea.  Not as bad as the popcorn but still not a good idea. After a moment, Toshi pulled the lid from his own dish and smiled softly.  Even with as little as what Ryori could work with, he still managed to make it all look fantastic.

Izuku didn't want to start eating until Toshi did, despite the urging. That would be so rude... what if he's saying that because he doesn't intend to eat, though... hhhhrhmmm....

"Don't let it get cold," his teacher murmured.

"W...e..e.ll-- ...yessir," Izuku nodded, beginning to eat after all. I guess if he really wants me to but-- "Mmh," he made a soft noise of approval as he started to nibble the hot meat.

Toshi smiled in a confused sort of way.  Wait, is he really enjoying himself genuinely....or because I told him to? He poked at his rice, pushing the grains around in their bowl.

"Not hungry?" Izuku asked, then mentally slapped his forehead. "Well. You know what I mean." He set his chin on his hand, looking curiously at Toshi.

Tiny Mental Alarm Alert Toshi took a great mouthful and gave a thumbs up. ....good heavens, Ryori really is a culinary genius.  This is delicious. He swallowed too soon, coughed, and pounded his chest, thumb still valiantly sticking up.

"Oh goodness," Izuku laughed softly, "are you okay?"

Toshi wiggled his thumbs up and took another bite with a wink.

Izuku continued eating, his legs swinging happily under the table. It really was amazing, Toshi wasn't exaggerating at all. He avoided making too much of a fuss over something Toshi couldn't eat, though, that seemed unkind.

The blond smiled, quietly pleased.  He noted that Izuku was barely talking now.  A sign that the food truly was good. The kid's happy.  Lookit that grin....albeit with stray rice sticking to his puffed cheeks. Laugh lines crinkled about his eyes.  All Might is still making him smile but not with a giant fist in a villain's face.  Interesting. Toshi mentally turned this thought over, poking at it.  The rice in his bowl slowly disappeared.

((Part 6))

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #26: Lunch Dates

Prompt: when pigs fly | Master Post | On AO3

Head empty for so long, forced this out while missing my absolutely favorite ramen joint in all of Boston. I would kill a man for a bowl of tonkotsu as big as my head right now.

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“Oh my gods where is she.”

Alakhai held up the fore, middle fingers, and thumb of her right hand, holding them straight, and then snapped those three digits closed in a locking motion. Then she immediately followed it up with a derisive flick of her two fingers.

Rereha raised both of her hands and flicked back twice with a sneer.

“Ladies,” Heron said without looking up from her book.

Alakhai rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, and Rereha sighed dramatically, bracing herself on her palms and leaning back on the bench, kicking her legs.

“Sorry I’m late!”

All three women looked up to see Synnove jogging towards them from the direction of the aetheryte plaza, wearing the halter top, rough canvas work pants, and heavy boots she would throw on before one of her gathering expeditions for crystals or ore or gems. Her sledgehammer and pick were slung over her shoulder, and Tyr trotted next to her, converted saddlebags slung over his back stuffed full of material.

Alakhai shuffled over on the bench and Synnove slid in next to her, setting her tools down on the ground and then leaning over to help Tyr out of the saddlebags and shoving them with a chime of crystals under the table. Tyr hopped onto the stool, carefully settling his tails around himself so they wouldn’t be stepped on by a waitress or other patron, and boofed happily when Heron reached over to scratch his neck.

Rereha pushed herself upright, hands raised in the air. “All right, we can eat!” she sang out, doing a happy dance in her seat.

One of the waitresses, Tatsu, came over and she smiled and bowed to them. “The usual, ladies?” she said.

“Yes, please!” they said in chorus.

Tatsu turned to Tyr. “And for you?”

The carbuncle made a deep burbling noise as he thought, ears flicking back and forth, before he finally mrowed. The katsudon, please! And some miso soup on the side?

“Of course,” the waitress said with another bow. As she rose, she made her way towards the ramen stall, calling out in rapidfire Hingan.

The group of friends settled in to wait with a round of gossip. Synnove had spent the morning out in the hills of Onokoro, collecting elemental crystals for a test back at the Guild, plus searching for spinels for another experiment. “Not carbuncle summoning,” she said with a wave of her hand, “but testing for suitably for industrial use of some sort. Any of the nicer specimens, of course, we’ll cut ourselves and sell to go into the Guild coffers.”

Alakhai would be teleporting to the Doman Enclave later for a promised sparring match with Yugiri. “Need to brush up on some of the traditional shinobi bladework versus the rogues’ style,” she murmured, sipping at her tea. Heron, meanwhile, had finished a short bodyguard contract for a Hannish merchant the previous night and was indulging in some sightseeing and shopping in Kugane before heading home. And Rereha was attending a complete, full day performance of a kabuki play entitled Kanadehon Chushingura (Rereha sounded it out carefully in the measured way of forcing the Echo not to translate it) at the Mujikoza.

“Of course, since half the audience are foreigners, there’s a two-bell intermission so everyone can get lunch,” Rere chirped.

“Hence your impatience for Synnove to arrive,” Heron drawled.

“Listen, I need at least three bowls of the good stuff to get me through the rest of this show, they don’t let you snack during the performance.”

At that moment, Tatsu returned with one of her sisters in tow, both of them carrying large trays. They set them on the edge of the table as the group cheered, and then began passing out the steaming bowls of ramen.

“Large tonkotsu with extra noodles, pork belly, egg, bamboo shoots, and seaweed,” the waitress said cheerfully as she set that one in front of Rereha.

“Aw, yeeeeaaaaaah.”

“Large tonkotsu with extra noodles, pork belly, egg, steamed fish cake, and bean sprouts.”

Alakhai grinned, the limbal rings around her irises glinting.

“Large tonkotsu with extra noodles, pork belly, egg, seaweed, corn, and butter.”

“I know I’m a heathen foreigner and I thank you and grandmother for indulging me,” Synnove gushed, rubbing her hands together as her bowl was placed in front of her.

Tatsu laughed. “You are not the first foreigner to ask for unusual toppings, and Grandmother enjoys expanding her palate! And for Heron, large tonkotsu with extra noodles, pork belly, chicken, extra egg, and bamboo shoots.”

Heron sighed happily and took a deep, appreciative sniff of her bowl.

“And last but certainly not least, for Master Tyr, the katsudon, miso soup—and four soft-boiled eggs, halved.”

Tyr boofed in delight, his feet tappity-tapping happily on his stool. Oh, thank you, Tatsu!

Each of the dishes had a generous sprinkling of green onion on top—extra for both Heron and Tyr—and Tatsu and her sister passed out chopsticks, soup spoons, napkins, and jars of condiments: hot sauce, plum sauce, tonkatsu sauce, and minced garlic. The waitresses bowed. “Please enjoy!” they chorused, and went to help another customer.

Tyr had been given a wide, shallow bowl for his katsudon to make it easier for him to have a mouthful of all three of the rice, fried cutlet, and eggs at once, and he chewed with a table rattling purr. Synnove poured a serving of the tonkatsu sauce on half his katsudon, and Tyr burbled his thanks, alternating bites of non-sauce with sauce covered lunch, sips of miso, and halves of egg.

The two-leggers dug in with equal gusto as the carbuncle; Rereha added enough hot sauce to her ramen that the broth turned a violent red—“I can enjoy bowls two and three plain, I gotta blow my brains out first!”—and almost immediately started sweating with the first bite of noodle and pork belly she shoved into her mouth. Alakhai went heavy on the minced garlic, and loaded up her spoon with broth and egg and sprouts, slurping it up with a pleased hum. Heron enjoyed her ramen without anything for her initial few bites, savoring noodles and broth and toppings all, before adding a dash of the plum sauce and a bit of minced garlic. Synnove went without any of the condiments for this serving, instead letting her pat of butter melt and muddle into the broth and expertly using her chopsticks to pop her egg into her mouth, following it with a slurp of broth.

They ate in silence, focused on the good food, working at a fast, methodical pace—the joys of working their arses off for a living was needing to keep their energy levels up—until, as one, they all lifted up their bowls and slurped the remaining broth until the vessels were empty. At that point, Tatsu arrived with fresh servings and took away the used dishes. For round two, their pace was much more leisurely, and they began to chat once more.

“Do you think if we give her one of those fancy spinels, Grandma Tsuru will finally share the secret of her magical broth?” Rereha said around a mouthful of noodles.

Her friends all snorted.

“That woman is unbribable,” Alakhai said.

“And you are in the unfortunate situation of not being a blood relative,” said Synnove, drizzling more tonkatsu sauce onto Tyr’s fresh serving of katsudon.

“Also, it means we keep giving her our business and gil,” Heron said with a snicker.

Rereha huffed and turned around, shouting towards where the old woman who made the best ramen in Kugane sat chopping green onions, “Hey, Grandma Tsuru! When will you give me your tonkotsu recipe?”

“When you can go one day without a smartass comment!” Grandma Tsuru hollered back.

“Oh, godsdamnit.”

Synnove, Heron, and Alakhai all began cackling as Rereha sulkily slurped more noodles.

[feraliix]

The rhythmic ticking of the clock was a haunting sound, bouncing back and forth on the walls of his mind. Another mission stamped & report written to send in to Old Hag Tsunade. Sanctuary burned to the ground the moment he returned to those cursed gates. Passing through the village streets after turning in the mission report, his old routine fell onto his shoulders like a familiar drape, eyes forward, nerves severed to concentrate on the task of dinner ingredients. He remembered agreeing with Naruto that dinner would be his round when he came back.

The clock of his mind tick-tocked loudly by his ears. 

He only wished it was louder than the market street, the humming of civilians haggling and prattling about like rodents. His mask hid his scowl perfectly. Gods, he wished his marketplace excursion went uneventfully. He just wanted his food and then go home. 

The ticking continued. 

“We’re fresh out of chicken.”

“It’s only two in the afternoon, you always have chicken for families making dinner.”

“Listen, I don’t know what to tell you other than we. Are. Out. Of Stock.”

His teeth grit together. He could feel a vein threatening to burst.

“Naruto wouldn’t have a problem shopping here, would he?” 

The merchant visibly flinched at that before his brows set evenly in a scowl. “Your brother is a hero.”

“That’s what I thought.” If you knew which Kyuubi I protect everyone from, you’d be begging for forgiveness, he wanted to hiss but he spun on his heel before his impulse got the better of him. Supermarket it was.

Naruto was late. 

He sat at their dining table in silence, the clock’s banging booming in his ears. His mask and cloak hung by the door, a casual black shirt replacing his kimono-style top. Tired, dark eyes darted to the clock time—six forty-two. Late. 

No matter. Deep breath. Naruto was always a clutz with time, it was fine, even if the Katsudon was getting cold. 

Menma took another breath in and closed his eyes to focus, stretch his senses, chakra reaching out through their bond. Like a tracking dog on its target, Menma found him just as easily, and gave a sigh of relief when he could feel his brother not far from home—on the move. The raven gave a bit of a tug on their chakra connection then stood up to begin serving the food on a plate for Naruto and himself. No doubt the blond wouldn’t wait a moment before digging in.

Setting the plates on the table, he counted the steps it took to get to their apartment—twenty-three. Door knob turn, aaaaaand—

“Menma!” 

“Hello, Naruto.”

“Aw, geez, I forgot you were coming today, sorry ‘bout that! I thought it was tomorrow, y’know!”

Menma gave a roll of his eyes, settling his brother with a look of amusement before gesturing to the food set out on the table. “It’s whatever. I made katsudon, sit down before it gets cold. I wasn’t expecting you to be this late, y’know that?”

At least Naruto had the decency to look sheepish—right up till something like alarm took over. “Oh, shoot, that’s right, you were cooking tonight, huh?”

Menma narrowed his eyes immediately, chopsticks in hand and ready to pull apart. “Yes, that was the agreement..?” Something ugly settled in the pit of his stomach.

“Ahh, yeah,” Naruto laughed awkwardly, nervously—Menma eyed him dangerously as he sat down slowly in his chair across from him and continued, “some guys already treated me for dinner, I was just comin’ back from that—it was real awesome of them, y’know?! That’s never happened before, and all…” 

Ah. There it is.

The ticking felt internal suddenly. Menma tried to ignore the burning in his gut, like fire and lava bubbling—he shoved it down. Whatever, whatever. The sound of his chopsticks splitting to two echoed in the house—but only to him. Naruto still looked so excited. “I… see,” Menma decided to settle with. Safe words. Allowed for conversation and yet didn’t show his own stance on the matter.

Which his stance felt like paper bombs sticking to his tongue.

Naruto thankfully took that as a sign to continue, hopefully sensing Menma was fine with it. “I’ll take this in tomorrow for lunch, is that fine?” 

“Yeah, do whatever.”

“Thanks, Mems!”

A grunt was his reply and he slowly started poking at his own food while Naruto got up to put his and the leftover food away, all the while talking, “Yeah! So, those guys, right? They work at the marketplace, y’know! Selling weapons and stuff—”

Menma could tell his hands were waving around animatedly behind him. He took the moment facing away from the blond to close his eyes and take a deep breath, focus on the heat of the food in his mouth. The sound of Naruto’s prattling turned into white noise in his ears as he continued to chew on the meat, chopsticks lowering with a slight tremble to pick another piece and lift it to his mouth—then Naruto sat back down in front of him with a wide grin splitting his face. He stopped talking then, eyes wide and an air of expectancy filling their space.

Menma paused his movement, eyebrow raising. Oh. Did he ask something? Shoot. 

“What?”

“I asked how your day was!”

Oh. Well that’s great. 

The raven sat up straight and glanced away. “The mission was a success and completed faster than expected.”

He ignored the way Naruto’s smile wavered slightly. “That’s great, Mems! What’d you do when you got back?”

His chopsticks began stirring his meat around on the plate. He shrugged in response. “Handed in the mission report,” he answered, as if that would stave Naruto off from asking more questions. Of course, he knew his brother. 

“Aww, come on, that wasn’t all, right?” Just as expected, his brother was leaning forward in that obnoxious way that he does when he wants to know something. Menma scowled and leaned away in turn just as Naruto’s eyebrows pinched up.

“Market,” came the clipped reply.

Now the other twin backed away, smile loose like it was on the verge of falling off but Menma knew his brother’s stubborn optimism was what kept it in its place. “Yeah?”

“What did you do today?” Menma quickly turned it on the other shinobi, setting his chopsticks down on the table with a loud clack and a fake and dangerous smile plastered on his face. He was not in the mood to talk about his day unless it had to do with the mission. There wasn’t anything exciting about a day in the life of a Konohan shinobi. This village was a disease on him. Nothing wild to note if you didn’t count the bad attitudes of villagers. All there was for Menma was missions, groceries, training and maybe visiting Hoshi and Mitzu. Nothing else. Why couldn’t Naruto see that?

Menma knew why. 

(Naruto’s days were only ever sprinkled with sunshine and rainbows.)

Naruto blinked, then cocked his head curiously, brow raised and smile strained nervously. “I already told you?”

“Before your little… dinner date.”

“Oh!” Naruto perked up excitedly. Got him. Menma forced his muscles to relax, picking his utensils back up to continue eating his meal. “Yeah, I dunno, not much—oh! There was an old lady who works at this clothing store, right? I guess she makes all those clothes herself—anyway, I was shopping and she just latched onto me and took me away to look at these other clothes, premium stuff I guess? She put this jacket in my hands and told me to just take it, on the house! Isn’t that cool?!”

Menma didn’t know what to think, really.

Naruto had gotten up, moved to the couch where a black jacket laid neatly folded. Menma saw it earlier, but didn’t think much about it. He knew that old woman, knew exactly which old woman Naruto was talking about. That same old woman had chased him out of her store for wearing a mask, all while he saw her the next day allowing a masked ANBU member walk in and out like any other customer. His hands shook. The ticking grew louder.

“That’s… great, Naruto.” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth suddenly.

“Eh?” Naruto paused, glancing up from showing off his new jacket. Menma covered his face with a hand, suddenly feeling hot and cold at the same time. He missed the concerned look on his brother’s face. “Mems, you doing okay?”

The raven stood up from his chair, hands fumbling for his plate to put it away—half-eaten food, what a waste, but his appetite wasn’t there anymore. He needed to lie down somewhere. The plate shook in his hands as he turned around toward the counter. “I’m ff-fine.”

“Menma, wait, are you sure?” That persistent voice sounded like banging in his ears, footsteps growing closer behind him. “You don’t look too hot, y’know? Are you sick?”

“I’m fine.” Really. If Naruto could just leave him alo—

A hand touched his arm—Menma jerked quickly, plate dropping to the floor, shattering with a sound that echoed, then a smack and a shout—“Don’t touch me!”

Menma blinked. Eyes cleared to see Naruto gawking at him, hands up and away—Menma felt his face set in a scowl, teeth clenching in pain. That fire he was feeling, the fire he tried to shove down, felt like a wild flame in his chest, burning his skin a hot red. The plumage of angry smog clouded up in his chest, making it heave up and down with exasperation. 

Naruto’s expression morphed from shock to something close to indignation, mouth formed into a grimace. “Hey, what’s your problem?!” 

“My problem?!” Sizzling in his brain, the ticking louder than ever—tick tick tick tick—he felt hot on his face. “My problem is you!”

He ignored the look of surprise and hurt on his brother’s face to gesture widely with his arms up. “My problem is this place! Everything! This village, the people—do you have any idea what I have to put up with now that you’re suddenly a hero?!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! We’re finally being acknowledged, the people finally like us!”

“Yeah, they like you! They couldn’t give less of a damn about me, you know that?!”

“Oh, and that’s supposed to be my fault?!”

“If it weren’t for you, I’d still be looked at with some semblance of respect—now that you’re suddenly a ‘hero’, they compare me to you! Just because I’m not that nice, I’m weird because I don’t show my face, I don’t do what you do, how is that fair?!”

“That’s not my fault, Menma! How is that my fault?!”

“Because while I’m out there trying to get the hell away from here with all my missions, I come home, I try to shop for literally anything and old hags like Ms. Takahashi harass me for even looking at something just because I’m me and not you, and you’re out here fraternizing with the people as if they didn’t give us hell for the past fifteen years?!”

Silence.

He watched with ragged breathing as several emotions flickered through his brother’s face, his eyes—finally, something settled there but he couldn’t tell what it was. He couldn’t read his face.

“I’m sorry,” Naruto began. “But I’m not the one you should be mad at, y’know? I’m not the one who drowns himself in work just to get away—I don’t make threats when something doesn’t go my way. I actually make the effort to get to know people instead of judge them for some bad attitudes they have! I’m sorry, but I’m mostly sorry you’re too bitter to even try!”

The sizzling stopped.

Time itself seemed to freeze in his head.

Tears of rage lined his eyes, the shaking graduating to trembling and his lips twitched into a semblance of a smile—crooked and wrong. A huff of amusement—then a chuckle, then a burst of laughter. High and hysterical. His hands raised to his face as he moved around their small dining room, back turned against his brother with his shoulders shaking up and down. 

“Insane, you’re insane,” he whispered. His hands folded into fists against his face, nails dragging across skin for a moment before they fell at his sides. “You’re INSANE if you think that’s how FREAKING EASY IT IS!”

The raven swiveled on his foot, eyes burning into his brother—almost growling. “You really think after all this time, I’d just roll over and show my belly for these people?! These people abused me, abused us—how can you just ignorantly forget that?! How can you just ignore that?! Did you forget those nights we had to starve because that witch at the market wouldn’t sell us food?! Did you forget all those nights we had to huddle together to stay warm because the landlord wouldn’t fix our effing heater?!

“Or how about that time some drunk men found us playing at the park and almost beat us half to death—and they would have succeeded too if it weren’t for Iruka-sensei!” Menma advanced toward Naruto, lips pulled back in a snarl. “Oh, that’s right—I forgot, you’re a hero now! No one’s gonna just refuse you service, you’re a god now! Everything is suddenly A-OK because everyone treats you with freaking respect! Who’s gonna say no to a kid who can decimate an entire valley?!”

“Menma—“

“NO! SHUT UP! You think this is my fault?! You think I asked for this?! You think I wanted people to treat me this way?!”

“How do you expect people to treat you nice if you’re always so mean, Menma?!”

“WE’RE THE HOKAGE’S SONS!!”

His throat felt raw already, he couldn’t tell if he was crying or not anymore—he couldn’t feel his face, tingles like pins and needles ran along his skin. Menma couldn’t catch his breath but he wasn’t going to stop.

“The Fourth Hokage had twins and the village knew that, but they still treated us like garbage?! The only people who cared were Teuchi-jiichan, Ayame-chan, Iruka-sensei and maybe Hokage-jiichan—they were the only people who treated us like human beings, and how come?! How come we had the same value as ants?! Huh?! HUH?!”

“They—“

“I SAID SHUT UP!” 

“Menma, you need to calm down—“

Menma shook his head, teeth grinding painfully—he made a dash for the door, hand grabbing his mask before swinging the door open and bolting out. He heard his brother’s protests, pleadings to wait—

“Don’t follow me!” the raven shouted back angrily, then took to the rooftops. He needed to be alone—he needed to get the hell away from Naruto. He took all his chakra and smothered it deep down so Naruto would have one hell of a time trying to find him even with their bond. 

Rage festered inside him, crawling around like ants under his skin—he almost felt like throwing up, scratch the skin off him, the layer was boiling right under, itching—he didn’t know what would quell this ache anymore.

It hurt—it hurt so much, but he was too blind with red to try and begin to process it. Naruto was supposed to be his support—he was supposed to be there for him, understand him. But of course, what else could he expect? Naruto had all he wanted; the attention, the respect, the love. And what did Menma have? Death glares and a quiet house. At this rate, Hoshi and Mitzu were his only saving graces but they could never understand the hurt, the wound inside him that would never heal as long as things continued this way.

And those villagers—pitiful pests are what they are. Thinking Menma owes them anything. Like hell. Thinking just because he held a ninetails and hadn’t done some heroic act of saving the village like someone else, that he’d eventually snap one day?! At this rate, yeah it was coming pretty damn close to that.

Another flare of indignation and the Jinchuuriki landed near an empty training ground. His breathing was haggard, made doubly difficult because of his mask—his fingers clawed painfully into his palms, tight fists at his sides. An attempt at calming down was made, a deep breath in—then out—except another wave of anger pulsed through him, a thump that felt like a pang of pain through his head and down to his heart, interweaving through his very own chakra paths. 

It felt dark, freezing cold yet boiling hot at the same time—a black ick that clung to his insides, to his mind—it wrapped around him, brought him to his hands and knees, attempted to drag him under and—

And—

And he wanted to let it.

He knew this feeling, felt it before—felt it mostly from Naruto’s side of things, but usually it burned. 

This time it was… comforting, welcoming—with validating thoughts in a deep voice, soothing and familiar, one he’s been hearing his entire life but never so vividly before—

These villagers—if they fear me so much…

His hands clawed at the door, a growl struggling to escape his throat. He opened his eyes and saw a world of red.

Then give them a reason to fear you.

Naruto was here.

Menma was gone.

Scarlet eyes watched the blond from afar, growling to himself. 

All this was his fault, his fault his fault his his his his— maybe if he were dead—

Yes, surely that’s it. If you kill the source of all your pain; it will end. You will be free. His death is your stepping stool.

Soft, encouraging, comforting. What a thought, what a marvelous thought. The red was blinding, but it guided him in exchange. The hatred bubbled, and while he wanted to grin behind his mask, a grimace overtook him instead. He snarled and readied himself to pounce as he watched his brother draw near.

He hated this. He hated this village. He hated every single villager. He hated himself but above all—he hated Naruto so much it felt like he was dying. 

He hated him. Hated him. Hates him. Hates hates hates—

Hate hate hate hate hate hate ha. T e ha. T e HA. TE HATE HATE HATE H A T E—

The ticking stopped. There was an explosion.

[vwritesaus]

reflected in prismed moonlight | bokuaka

Three empty bottles of sake sit on the balcony table amongst five, equally empty glasses. Prismed moonlight splays through the glassware, across the laminated surface and the backs of five wicker chairs. The streets below are empty, cars parked in straight lines along the kerb and shop front windows arranged in a blacked-out and spotlighted pattern: an alcove of silence in the busiest, perhaps liveliest city in the world.

      The air is stagnant and warm, tinged with a promise of a crisp change in the next hour, and the sky clear and painted with shimmering stars around a high moon. It’s the perfect night to submit to the serenity and contemplate without any qualms or nuisance work things that needed to be done for Monday. Akaashi finds himself doing just that, sinking into one of the wicker chairs instead of tidying up the bottles and glasses, eyes drinking in the high-rises across the road and the sparkling city centre upon the horizon.

      It’s been a good night. For the past four hours, the apartment and this balcony, five levels up, had been filled with chatter and laughter, stories of high school, and cheers and promises to catch up again soon. Konoha and Yukie had arrived arm-in-arm around six o’clock, sporting matching menacing grins that Akaashi knew from the get-go would make him and Bokuto targets of their incessant teasing. Komi had come about ten minutes later, laden with bags of promised chef’s specials from the restaurant he worked at and wagashi from the sweet shop two minutes down from it. Bokuto’s key had clicked in the lock not long after that, announcing himself with a crow of I’m home! and the three sake bottles tucked into his elbow.

      They had helped Akaashi set the table in the kitchen, even though he had almost been done, but Konoha insisted he set up the chopsticks and glasses and Yukie wanted to hurry up the process by arranging the bowls so she could dig in as soon as possible because Komi-kun’s cooking smells amazing and I’m starving. Bokuto had been too busy unpacking the sake and food with Komi to come to Akaashi’s aid so he had given in rather quickly. It hadn’t taken them long to settle down and start eating; Akaashi smiles at the recollection of Yukie’s delighted expression upon her first bite of katsudon. It was nice to see some things hadn’t changed.

      Metal rattling grabs Akaashi’s attention as the door behind him slides open. Next second there are a pair of hands rubbing along his shoulders, firm and soothing, and a soft mouth drops a kiss on the top of his head. Akaashi hums and is about to succumb to the touch when it leaves him, Bokuto choosing to weave between the chairs and reach for the glasses and bottles. He grabs Bokuto’s wrist before he can pick up the glassware, sliding his fingers over the slightly damp skin of his palm and snugly fitting their fingers together. In his mind he’s saying the rest of the washing up can wait and he knows Bokuto understands his wordless plea as a smile crawls onto his face. Bokuto lowers himself into the chair next to his with a tired groan, breaking their handhold in favour of draping his arm over the back of Akaashi’s chair, the tips of his fingers brushing against the point of his shoulder; Akaashi doesn’t hesitate to nudge his chair closer to Bokuto’s, allowing himself to snuggle into Bokuto’s warm body as much as he can. He lets out a content sigh when Bokuto brings him in closer and knocks their feet together.

      Akaashi’s voice is a borderline whisper as he asks, ‘You have fun tonight?’

      ‘Yeah, I did!’ Bokuto replies in a volume that nearly matches Akaashi’s. ‘Had a great time. How about you?’

      Humming in affirmation, Akaashi adds, ‘It was nice seeing everyone again.’

      ‘Yeah… too bad the others couldn’t make it,’ Bokuto mutters sullenly. ‘I know they’re busy with work and stuff but… would’ve been nice to see ‘em.’

      ‘It would have,’ Akaashi agrees, ‘but at the same time, I don’t think our apartment can accommodate our entire high school volleyball team.’

      Bokuto laughs and Akaashi feels a smile tug at the corners of his lips at the sound.

      ‘That’s true,’ he says, ‘but still, I haven’t seen Tatsu and Yama and Kaori in ages, and Shuu-chan and Wata-chan had to go and do awesome stuff overseas and who knows when they’re gonna come back? I miss ‘em, Keiji.’

      Akaashi’s I miss them too comes out as a gentle squeeze at Bokuto’s knee.

      After high school—or rather, after Akaashi’s third year senpais had graduated—everyone had gone off in different directions: Washio and Bokuto went off and tried out for local professional volleyball teams; Sarukui, Yukie, Kaori and Konoha started their university degrees; and Komi dove straight into his apprenticeship at a nearby izakaya as a kitchenhand. Despite their diverging paths, all of them (be it all at once or in twos and threes) had visited Fukuroudani at different points during Akaashi’s third year, so much so it was like they never left. They sat during training sessions, watching Akaashi bring out the best of his kouhais as both a setter and captain. Their presence had been comforting, Akaashi can admit that even now.

      But that comfortable presence, the pride they had exuded in the stands at the Spring Tournament (because yes, of course we came to watch you and the rest of the team, why wouldn’t we?), the pointers from the sidelines and the cheers of joy at each new point they scored was what made their abrupt loss a few rounds into Nationals unbearably painful.

      It had been excruciating to look down at his captain’s jersey, its meaning withering away before his very eyes. Looking at his kouhai’s disappointed, exhausted, saddened expressions as they lined up before their cheer squad in the stands had been knives in his chest with every step he took away from their—and his—last game. He hadn’t been able to meet any of his senpais’ eyes when he thanked their section of the stands for their support, bowing as low as he could. The applause had been deafening, undeserved because they had lost. Akaashi hadn’t been able to see or think clearly as they left the stadium, heading towards the change rooms to switch uniforms and pack up. Along the way, he had heard variations of his name from familiar voices, treasured voices—Akaashi-senpai, Akaashi-san, Akaashi—but nothing had made him stutter in his step and his brain trickle into ringing silence more than a clear and confident shout of Keiji!

      When he had managed to focus his gaze on the owner of the voice—and who else could it possibly be other than Bokuto-san?—Akaashi had expected intense eyes that flashed gold, or a sad smile and open arms, or even Bokuto with the whole gang, determined to give him a good talking to about they had played fair and square and well. He had been presented with none of that: Bokuto had been alone and he glowed not with determination or sympathy but with such overwhelming pride that Akaashi had felt the last of his resolve crumble into pieces. It had well and truly shattered when the rest of them filed through the open doors, Konoha yelling out oi, thanks for waiting, dickhead, resulting in Bokuto squawking in offence I’m not a dickhead! Kaori and Washio had calming smiles while Sarukui and Komi decided to join Konoha in berating Bokuto for abandoning them; Yukie had laughed at Bokuto when he cried out for her to help him—Yukippe, please! They’re so mean!—the sound the loudest out of everything, drowning out the whistles and shouting of a new match taking place on the court.

      Even though Akaashi had broken down in front of them for the second time (scaring his kouhai in the process because not once had he shown weakness in front of them that past year save for Onaga and Anahori) he had been smiling. Yes, they had lost. Yes, it had been Akaashi’s last game. And yes, it had royally sucked, but if Akaashi had learned anything that day was that the bond that existed between him and both his former and current teammates wasn’t just something that appeared in their best moments. It burned brightly in the darkest spaces: an eternal flame that time would not extinguish. It was a special tie that kept them together even when apart, the kind that existed between Hinata and Kageyama, Kuroo and Kenma, and (perhaps in a roundabout way) the Miya brothers.

      And when Komi demanded Akaashi and the team find them in the barbecue place down the road, that lunch is on them, Akaashi had realised something else. He and Bokuto had something more between them, and the way he had cried out Akaashi’s given name like it was second nature had made his heart race. Irrationality had been a big factor, kindled with a desperate kind of hope, in Akaashi claiming his only victory on the outskirts of the hallway, shadowed in a private nook.

      (Bokuto’s hands had been gentle in wiping his tears away, expression bright and fond, but Akaashi had been fierce in closing the gap, consecutive expression one of horror and tongue heavy with an apology. It, however, never saw the world beyond his lips, not when Bokuto’s own had stretched in a delighted, tearful grin.)

      So Akaashi misses them more than he can admit out loud, because when they’re all as close as this, it’s hard not to miss each other when they’re apart. But there is not much he can do when Sarukui has a night shift he can’t badger his way out of; when Kaori has night classes on the other side of Tokyo; when Washio’s new team favour long and gruelling training sessions on a Friday night; and when Onaga and Anahori are exploring Europe and Australia, blowing up their senpais’ phones with new landmarks and delicious treats at any given opportunity.

       What he tells Bokuto is, ‘We’ll see them eventually. We can organise something in the future so that everyone can attend.’

      ‘That’s a good idea, Keiji,’ Bokuto says pensively. ‘Hey, we can invite Coach Yamaji, too!’

      Craning his neck to gaze into Bokuto’s face, Akaashi’s mouth forms into a half grin. It’s enough of a response for Bokuto’s eyes light up and his smile is so big Akaashi cannot resist kissing it with his own. The taste of sake lingers and Bokuto pulls away with a low sound after a moment, massaging the space between his eyebrows.

      ‘Fuck, remind me never to challenge Yukippe again,’ he grumbles and Akaashi can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of him.

      ‘Shirofuku-san can drink us all under the table if she wanted to. I just hope she managed to get Konoha-san home,’ Akaashi muses. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he knocked into every person on the street and missed his stop.’

      (Konoha was not a great drinker, and three glasses of sake in, he was already red-faced and misty-eyed as he reminisced about high school. Komi had been in tears trying not to laugh, and both Bokuto and Akaashi had simply nodded along, providing fuel for the fire by bringing up completely random and unrelated memories just to see what reactions they could elicit. Yukie had been beside herself, choking on her drink multiple times when Konoha would let out a wail.)

      ‘Serves ‘im right!’ Bokuto exclaims, but there’s amusement in his tone. ‘Yukippe’s kinda responsible though… she’ll get him home. She kept us in line and all, didn’t she?’

      ‘She did.’ Akaashi looks out over the balcony railing, just in time to see a pair of birds flying amongst the inky sky. He doesn’t know why it causes him to remember a certain high school moment, but he aims at Bokuto, ‘Remember that summer training camp? The year Karasuno joined us? When she burst into our room to tell us off for waking her up in the middle of the night because we were too busy playing cards?’

      ‘Oh yeah, I forgot about that!’ Bokuto laughs and smacks a hand against his chest. ‘She scared Kuroo so bad—remember his scream?—and he was in the other room and everything!’

      ‘And then Hinata-kun and Kageyama-kun wanted to join in, but Sawamura-san told them off too. Their faces, I’ll never forget—’

      ‘—they were so scared, oh nooo, too funny—oh, and remember when we were playing charades—Tatsu’s impersonation of a puppy? I died—’

      ‘“I’m a small version of a big cute thing. Wan-wan.”’

      They dissolve into loud cackles, clutching onto each other as they go back and forth with remember this? Akaashi’s stomach aches from how hard he’s laughing, but he’s drunk on mirth and nostalgia (and maybe a bit of the sake) to care. Never mind that their laughs echo in the silent streets (he’ll apologise to the neighbours when he sees them, but not right now) and never mind that it’s nearing eleven, Akaashi is happy. It’s the happiest time of his twenty-two years and yes, he can afford to be silly now, because he’s alone with his best friend and love of his life and who needs masks around someone like that?

      It takes them a good few moments to calm down, giggling every time they heave in deep breaths because the sound is just too funny.

      ‘Oh man—we sure had fun, didn’t we?’ Bokuto muses, wiping away a few stray tears from his eyes. ‘What a time.’

      ‘Indeed.’ Removing himself from Bokuto and standing up slowly, Akaashi turns to face him and holds out his hand for him to take. ‘But I reckon we’re having a great time now, aren’t we?’

      His face hurts from all the laughter, but it doesn’t wipe the smile he has when Bokuto grabs his hand and stands up too, immediately wrapping an arm around Akaashi’s waist.

      ‘Hell yeah we are,’ he says, a ferocious grin gracing his mouth. He leans in to Akaashi’s ear and whispers in it, ‘Last one to the couch has to make breakfast in the morning.’

      Gasping when Bokuto moves away, Akaashi pulls his shirt and his eyes catch the glint of silver for a split second on his hand before he squeezes past Bokuto’s body and into the apartment. Bokuto screeches in mock offence and runs after him. They fall into a heap on their couch—fiiiiiine, I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, even though you cheated!—and Akaashi seals their lips together.

      (Three empty sake bottles and five empty glasses sit on the balcony table, splaying prismed moonlight through the door and into the apartment, highlighting fingers lined with silver, stark against a broad chest and dark hair.)

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TITLE: red nails Inspired by:  let’s dress up and go for a ride (taekook) Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader Rating: R18+ Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 4,249 Trigger Warning/s & Additional tags: Soft Dom Jungkook, Dom Reader, Jungkook has a thing for nail polish, Cockwarming,  Cross-posted on: AO3/dtgloss

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∟ unbeta-ed ∟ inspired by my previous work let’s dress up and go for a ride (taekook). this is a mxr version + revamped with additional smut scenes ∟  first jungkook x reader fic pls be nice

Two weeks before halloween found you and Jungkook arguing over lunch in your shared apartment that fits just right for the two of you. you both loved parties, especially themed ones. Jeongguk loves dressing up for them, and you love taking the costumes off of him.

Currently, however, ten minutes before you are almost tempted to pull up a whole powerpoint presentation of how the two of you can synchronize your halloween costumes, you go into a full debate about it.

“I can be Ariana Grande from the God is a Woman music video.” you attempt to propose, setting down your milk on the table, gesturing with your hands in the air, animatedly outlining the costume you had in mind

“And what would I be?” Jeongguk replies, almost exasperated. So far you have made failed attempts for your costumes because ‘we need to be a pairing’. “I’m not fucking dressing up as his boyfriend.” Jungkook adds, almost fearful and disgusted at your proposition.

“Even better. you can be the earth. I can ride you and finger you.” you beam as if what you just said was appropriate costumes for a halloween party.

Granted, no one judges costumes at halloween parties, free reign, and freedom and all, but Jeongguk knows Namjoon would mind if the two of you entered his party with you in his Ariana Grande-glory on top of Jeongguk, ‘fingering’ him. Jeongguk also could not quite picture it in his head how they are going to pull the stunt up.

“Hoseok would close the door in our face when he sees us with that absurd costume and after seeing us doing that.” Jeongguk deadpans. He is almost sure Hoseok would not even dare open the door in the first place.

“Ah I know!” Jeongguk lights up, catching your attention. Interest piqued, you give attention to the suggestion that is about to come. “How about we come as Hyuna and E Dawn?” He grins.

“Cute. But I think Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok will already go as Triple H. Nice try honey bun sugar plum pumpy yumpy yumpkin.” you shot the idea down. Truthfully, in you’s defense, their other friends already made dibs on the group as their pegs for the halloween party.

“Damn.” Jeongguk pouts.

you two finished lunch with a failed attempt at finalizing their halloween costumes. you have already left for his late afternoon classes and Jeongguk is left at home, being blessed with a free cut from his only class for the day. you grumble how some (read: Jeongguk) does not deserve free classes and halloween costumes.

While you endured your classes, Jeongguk did not fail to entertain you with silly and some serious suggestions for your halloween costumes, often paired with photos (for emphasis, he said). You shoot them down saying ‘Namjoon would hate you’ or a blatant ‘boring’.

The messages slowed down but you have been receiving glimpses from Jeongguk’s uneventful afternoon. The only time Jeongguk has ever stood up from his area on the sofa was to pee (and that was almost forced and done as a moral obligation because he is a human being with responsibilities that include taking care of his health) and fetch food from the cupboard.

Jeongguk has been sending you messages throughout the movie he’s watching such as:

Wanna go as Iron Man and Jarvis? Wanna go as Wanda so you can use your mind power and make me do things? Oooh baby we can go as Trump and America so you can fuck me up.

The next day, with your halloween plans still undecided, passed by and it’s almost night and you have yet to come back from your shift at the music store inside the campus.Jungkook knows for sure that cursed shift ended almost two hours ago and you missing from their little apartment only means that you are currently in the middle of doing something that requires NOT having Jeongguk’s input and must be done WITHOUT Jeongguk’s knowledge. Jeongguk has been typing his rapid text messages to you when you keyed in and let yourself in through your apartment, bag and a paper bag on your right hand. You had this sheepish smile and glint in your eyes plastered that tells Jeongguk something is definitely up. He just contemplates if it has something to do with their ongoing halloween costumes agenda. He also hopes it does not affect his costume.

“Neulbin asked me to do an extra hour because he had an emergency and then I dropped by the pharmacy.” you share, putting away your bag and set the paper bag under their coffee table.

“I did not say anything.” Jeongguk snorted.

“you were going to.” you chide.

“What’s that?” Jeongguk asks, pointing at the paper bag.

“Something I need.”

Jeongguk drops the topic as you obviously will not let him see a glimpse of the item and proceeds to bring two bowls of katsudon to the living room for your dinner.

A week before the halloween party, the two of you are still undecided and uncoordinated in your halloween costumes. Even your friends had to butt in and contribute to the discussion, and Seokjin even said something about reusing old costumes and, forbid him for even spewing it out, just come as you are.

Jeongguk comes home three days before the party to a different scenario. The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the air conditioning and low humming from somewhere in the room. He knew you were supposed to be home from morning classes earlier than him. True to his suspicion, you have been abnormally quiet and focused on the task at hand, literally and figuratively.

you were sat on the sofa, one leg propped on the coffee table which supports your hand, as you focus on painting your left hand a deep red. Jeongguk watches as you move to be more careful as your right hand has already been painted the same red color and the air condition and atmosphere of the apartment has already been laced with the strong scent of the nail lacquer.

Jeongguk sets his stuff on the side quietly as not to disturb the trance which you have been put into. your eyelashes flutter when you blinks away the tiredness and the stiffness from when you have been sitting on that damn sofa for two hours now to paint your nails.

“Busy?” Jeongguk mumbles as he leaned towards you from his position on the arm of the sofa.

“Mhm.” you mumble. Jeongguk figures he won’t be given much attention from his lover so he proceeds to the kitchen. He also failed to get a proper response from you when asked what you wants for dinner, only getting faint responses.

Jungkook was sitting beside him on the sofa with his laptop resting on the coffee table when you finally gave him his undivided attention. “Are you done now?” Jeongguk asks.

“Yes. But it’s still wet so I can’t touch anything or it will mess up.” you pout, your hands splayed on your lap, the red paint obviously wet with how it glimmers under the light. Jeongguk notices how your dewy skin contrasts with the red nail polish, the color pleasing for the eyes. For him. you notice the way Jungkook stares at your hand, or your thighs bare with the shorts you always wear at home. Jeongguk has always had the habit of zoning off, staring at something as his mind reels with thoughts.

you start scooting closer to Jeongguk, watching how the younger is still zoned off but now has his eyes planted on his laptop screen, at the photos he’s currently editing. You carefully plant his hand on Jeongguk’s arms, careful of your clothes or movements to not to mess up your newly painted nails. You knew Jeongguk is off his daze and is now just blatantly /trying/ to ignore your teasing hand and gaze from his peripheral view.

you drop your hand that was on Jeongguk’s arm on his thighs instead, running it up and down slowly, still careful, to gently and expose a bit of the younger’s skin from the shorts he’s wearing.

“Baby, entertain me. I’m bored and I can’t do anything.” you pout, rubbing your cheeks on Jeongguk’s shoulders as if to resemble a cat.

“What do you want to watch?” Jeongguk asks, his voice sounding restrained and still taking glances at your hand on his thighs, dangerously close to his inner thighs and his crotch.

“I don’t want to watch anything.” you reply. Jeongguk risks a glance at you, knowing what you’re is implying. He leans back on the sofa, stretching his back and neck to stop it from being stiff. He stares at you before kissing you on your cheek, then your lips before staring at the hand on his thighs. The two of you do not mention the slight bulge in Jungkook’s shorts and probably of the fact that you’re not doing any better.

After a few seconds Jungkook stands up, pulling you with him. The younger leads the way to the bedroom and you had this glint in your eyes. The younger was cautious with your still wet painted nails when he carried you once you reached the bed, wrapping your thighs around his waist before he kneels on the bed, inching towards the headboard. He gently lays you down and you almost forgot to stop your hand from touching your comfy duvet and pillows and ended up messing up your painted nails.

Jeongguk’s eyes and lips were gentle as he looked at you and kissed your lips a few times and your neck but his hands were quite rough when he starts inching up your shirt, exposing your stomach, to where he travels down to plant more kisses, catching your skin there in between his teeth. He starts moving south and eventually pulls the band of your shorts to expose more skin and your prominent hip bones that have always been at the receiving end of bruises from Jeongguk’s lips.

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on you, seeing you still trying not to mess up your painted nails and be pliant for Jungkook. When you sneak your hands to your stomach which is dangerously close to clutching Jungkook’s hair, he warns you, “you don’t get to touch me.” He warns before completely pulling off you shorts and boxers off of you.

You struggle to keep your hands on his side, planted outwards to keep it untouched. Jungkook flutters kisses across your hips, down to your thighs and inside each of them. He guides your thighs to open for him and position himself in the middle, granting better access for him.

“Shirt off please, baby.” you whisper. Jungkook plants a kiss on your skin near your core before kneeling up to take his shirt off. you catch a whip of the faint perfume too soft mixed with Jungkook’s natural scent. He leans back down, this time getting nearer to your crotch before kissing down your core. you curse as your fingers twitch and almost mess up the duvet.

Jungkook continues to mouth at your core, from where you are ticklish on your hip bones down to your hole and uses his hand to smother your thighs and grip it when you start twitching and moving. He takes you little by little, hearing you release gasps and whimpers above him, hands struggle to stay still. you already look spent as your hand almost has a mind of its own, slightly raised in the air but trying and almost failing to keep it away from Jungkook. In the end you end up touching the back of Jungkook’s shoulders almost too softly that Jungkook almost missed noticing it being there.

“Please, just here.” You whispers, running your hand that was almost painted dry on the younger’s shoulder blades.

Too soon you reached your climax, coming down Jungkook’s mouth, and the younger was quick to lap up what you give him. You struggle with your whole body not to grip Jungkook’s hair and push him down, and your feet stretch on Jungkook’s bare lower back, resulting on your toes tucking in inside the waistband of the younger’s shorts, your feet touching the soft skin on Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook starts moving up, leaving a trail of kisses up your body in his wake and you keep your foot on the waistband of the younger’s shorts and hold it there. Jungkook grasps your plan and lets you take his shorts for him as he makes his way up your body, tucking his head on your neck.

You faintly push at the younger’s shoulders, shifting and pushing him back down on the mattress, switching positions. You start going down on Jungkook, kissing the younger earnestly, who has now been undressed completely, his shorts and boxers kicked off minutes ago.

“I’ll take care of you.” You whispers to the younger before taking his length in your hand.

you knew the younger had this picture in his mind ever since you painted your nails red and had Jungkook’s hands on your thighs a while ago. “Look baby.” You call the younger’s attention when Jungkook closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling and having your attention on his aching crotch. Jungkook flutters his eyes open and looks down on your hand tight on his length, moving up and down.

He watches your red painted nails glisten under the light wrapped around him, mixed with the feeling of being touched. you move in between his thighs and starts leaning down, supporting your body with his elbows.

“Watch baby.” You hum to Jungkook before collecting the precome on the tip of his length with a finger that’s newly painted and catching it on his tongue as you lap on the precome. Jungkook curses and he hears a faint chuckle from you that he’s sure he made up if he did not feel your chest shake a bit before you take him back in your mouth completely.

you made sure that the younger has a sight of your hand wrapped around him still and your mouth working the head. Jungkook comes deep in your throat, as you keep on taking everything he gives.

It’s only when Jungkook woke up again at eleven in the evening that he realized he fell asleep naked, courtesy of the duvet covering your naked bodies. He also realized you did not have your daily discussion of your halloween costumes.

“Alas! The two have decided!” Seokjin screams when he caught sight of Jungkook and you nearing the area where your group of friends is situated.

The two of you ended up wearing a Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy costume that Jeongguk had to restrain himself when he saw you wearing fishnet stockings and short shorts. The night went by with the rest of your friends in your half messed up costumes including the two of you, and occasional gropings from each other, with you whispering promises to him for when you get home later in the ass crack of dawn.

As promised, Jungkook ended up undressing you in the living room of your apartment but leaving on the fishnet stockings and platform boots for when he fucked you four rounds into the next Saturday, with a special request to see his red painted nails. Jungkook pulls away from you, panting from your heavy make out session. You notice him contemplating as he shifts on his position in front of you. “Are you too tired?” You asked him, your hands caressing the length of his hair. “Was just thinking babe.” He whispers in your ear. “Wanna make you paint your nails again, maybe black? Turns me on that you can’t use your hands or else you’ll mess up your pretty nails. But I don’t think I can wait while you paint them so pretty.” He mumbles into the skin of your neck, his breath tickling you. Your hands continue to roam down to his neck, then his piercings that he didn’t take off. “Wait here.” You move to sit up to the side of the bed, having to straddle one of his thighs as you stand up, foregoing a top and decidedly, you walk out of the room with your arms covering your bare chest. Jungkook thinks his cock twitched at the thought of you walking around the apartment naked. You come back to Jungkook with a clear nail polish on your hand, smirking at him. Before settling back down to the bed, you quickly grab the red stilettos you threw on the far corner of the room, and you quickly stumble out of your boots and fitting the heels on you. “You spoil me.” He tells you. He stayed seated on where you left him, outstretched arms behind him to support his upper half as he leaned back. You eye his toned body on your bed and can’t resist to pad closer to him, making sure the heels don’t ruin the sheets on your way. Once you reach him, you absentmindedly drop the nail polish beside you and gently pushes him down till he’s completely laid back down on the bed. He was sat closer to the headboard, so he adjusts his position, his bulge touching your core when his hips raise from the bed from the movement. He blindly grabs the pack of condoms he probably prepared while you were preoccupied with the nail polish and handed them to you. You take it from his hand and he makes a sound as you throw it behind you, forgotten and soon to be untouched. “I love your sexy brain so much.” He gently grabs your hair, pulling you down to him and slots our lips together. From his action, your hips raises from where you’re straddling him, and your back is arched, showing off your wide hips and thick thighs better. You’re strung out from all the foreplay and dragging out. You support yourself on one hand and the other roams down to Jungkook’s body, palming his member that lays completely hard and curled up on his stomach, down to your own crotch and you wince at your own sensitivity. “I like it when you take charge.” He grins at you, groping your ass. “I am always in charge.” You huff, sitting up and you rub the head of his cock on your entrance, before sinking down to it. “I missed this.” He sighs as you settle with your hips on his. “We fucked yesterday.” You inwardly curses, almost forgetting your plan with all the comments Jungkook has been dropping. “Now stay pretty for them baby, I’ll just do something real quick.” You find a comfortable position and reach for the nail polish you dropped a while ago. “Oh fuck.” Jungkook groans upon realizing what your plan is. His hand stays on your hips, then down to your thighs, rubbing them. “This won’t take long compared to colored nail polish, don’t worry.” You hush him. He remains in his position, and he didn’t think far on what he could do while you’re busy with your preparations. Without much thinking, his hand absent mindedly roams up your stomach and gropes your chest, startling you and you jerk around him. He hisses at the sensation as you slightly tighten around his length. “Good?” You ask him but your focus is still on your nails. You’re almost done but you act as if it would take longer. “Fucking good baby.” He groans. “Faster.” You ignore him. “Please.” “Just a little bit more, babe.” You mumble. You cap the nail polish, reaching over to the bedside drawer to get it out of the way before examining your own nails. Jungkook huffs, completely aware you’re purposely prolonging it. “Wanna see?” You ask him, smirking, gesturing to your hand. He rolls his eyes but he takes them, gently examining your hand although he only needs to see your nails. “Pretty.” He mumbles on your hand, softly massaging them but avoiding the drying polish. He kisses your palm then your fingers. You let your free hand move from his face, your finger trailing down his nose and his lips. “Does the smell of nail polish turn you on or…” You chuckle at him. “No, babe. I love seeing your pretty fingers all colored nicely.” You stretch on your position, slightly moving Jungkook’s length inside you. “Can we take a picture?” You ask, eyes wide. Jungkook can never say no to you, so he moves to grab your polaroid from one of the drawers. You used to take photos and even videos of your intimate moments with your phones, but Jungkook fears someone going through them and seeing you in those photos. You’re surprised when he goes home one day with the polaroid and even more at the reason why he made the purchase. Since then you’ve had quite the collection of mature photos. Jungkook takes two photos of you. In one of them; you were looking behind the camera— you look at Jungkook as your hands covered your chest. The photo is modest and it keeps your chest from being seen. The other, however, is daring. He snaps the photo as you remove your arms from your chest, supporting yourself on his stomach which makes you push your breasts together.

Jungkook sets the polaroid down, clearing his throat. “I’m about to fall asleep.” He pouts. “That’s too bad, I’m about to fuck you.” You grin down at him, proving your words to be true as you give him pleasure when you move your hips.

Jungkook moans deeply that it resonates around the room. He takes control of your hips, not letting you rest back down as he moves you to his own accord, your knees planted on each side of his hips. He penetrates deeper as he pairs your movement with his own, pushing him deeper into you.

You cup his head and kisses him softly, going from soft pecks to gentle bites on his lips as he takes charge of fucking you.

Jungkook goes slow, dragging the pace and alternates them with fast paced movements before slowing down, making sure to plunge deeper into you.

“I-i’m close.” You whisper.

“Fuck me. You fuck me so good.” He tells you.

You gasp, moving instead to mouth on his right cheek, keening as he drives you up until you’re almost sure you’d snap, but he drags slow, calming his pace just before you hit your climax. You decided to take charge, fixing yourself on your knees before riding him properly, your bottom lip drags across his cheek as you forego kissing. He lets you move on your own until you finally drive the both of you over your climax. You continue dragging your pace, until you drive yourself to oversensitivity.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans as you tighten around him.

You pull him out, hissing at the way your sensitive thighs become in touch with his half hard cock. You stay on your knees, crawling backwards until your head is keening at his stomach, closer to his hips. You kiss the area where you know he’d be ticklish, then you press light kisses to the head of his dick, twitching at your ministrations— doing so with Jungkook piercing his eyes at you while you focus at the task at hand.

You slowly position yourself beside him, your front to the bed and letting the cold air touch your bare back.

You reach the bedside lamp to turn it off, and right as you clicked the little button, Jungkook moves to his side to face you, hand on your hips.

“Baby, are we done?” He whispers to you. He caresses your ass, occasionally squeezing them and pulling your cheeks apart.

“I don’t know, are you?” You ask as you felt his hand slowly creep its way into your core, his finger gliding easily through your folds, combined with the wetness pooling down there from your previous activity.

“I still have to clean you, my princess.” He chuckles. Perhaps his way of cleaning only includes his hand that is currently collecting the wetness on your folds. However, instead of ‘cleaning’ them, you feel him use the pads of his fingers to spread the wetness more, before using two fingers to spread your folds and repeating his actions.

“I love you so much. My feisty, little angel.” He whispers to you.

You think you’re on the brink of sleep that you won’t even come for the second time. His touch turns you on but you have been exhausted that you could fall asleep.

“I think I’m asleep.” You tell him.

“You’re still talking to me so you’re not asleep. But come here.” He turns you around so you’re facing him, putting your leg to wrap around his waist and your arm around him. His hands act like they’re connected to your ass, and you tell him as such.

“They’re like my babies. My stress balls. Can’t sleep without them.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” You kiss him but you had your eyes closed so whatever you aimed at you probably will miss his lips. Luckily he was aware of your action and took it upon himself to slot your lips together.

“Want to sleep like this?” He asks you.

“Hm. Keep on touching me.” You hum against him and he nods slightly, keeping his fingers down your core, softly massaging your folds, lulling the both of you to sleep.