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wowzah2nd · 8 months ago

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Double Trouble

Fred weasley x reader

George Weasley x reader

18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACTS

WARNINGS: slight smut, hand jobs, fingering, rough kissing

(NO TWINCEST)

WORDCOUNT: 3.9k

you know how the saying goes, two is better then one and why not apply that saying in real life

You had been dating Fred and George for a year now. It was definitely not a normal relationship but for the three of you it worked. You mainly kept it to yourselves not actively telling anyone of the relationship mainly due to your fears of everyone judging you. They were very popular especially with the ladies so you had been surprised when they showed an interest in you in the first place. You mainly thought they thought you were just cool since you were kicked from your previous school but them showing romantic feeling towards you was a surprise indeed

Flashback ( Fred and George's 6th year)

You had recently been kicked out of Beauxbatons and transferred to Hogwarts due to an “ incident” happening that you didn’t think would be such a big deal. You really thought it was just a funny joke but your peers or teacher didn’t think so at all. Now you're here at Hogwarts waiting for your turn to be sorted to your house. You were wondering what house you would be in. Hufflepuff didn’t suit you that much, yeah you were loyal but you weren’t very patient or that hardworking when it came to things you didn’t like, Ravenclaw you definitely had wit but weren’t very wise seeing as you got kicked out of your previous school, slytherin you were absolutely ambitious when you have something to push towards you do everything you can to achieve it but you weren’t cunning.

So your best choice was to be in Gryffindor, and once the first years were sorted Dumbledore made an announcement that a new 6th year was to join this year. That was when you went towards the chair to be sorted. And just as you thought you were put into Gryffindor.

Making your way towards the Gryffindor table you are greeted by three handsome boys that introduce themselves straightway.

Lee was the first one to introduce himself

Lee: Hello there Y/N my names Lee Jor-

Not being able to finish saying his last name properly he was pushed aside by a very handsome red head who you’d come to know has Fred Weasley and he also introduced you to his also very handsome twin brother

Fred: Hello there love the names Fred Weasly and this right here-

Pulls his twin brother to his side to introduce you to him as well

Fred: Is my less handsome looking twin brother George

George: Hello there darling, don’t mind the lesser handsome twin he just says that to make himself feel better for being the ugly one

Fred: oi you git

He smacked George’s head, you to giggle at the interaction getting there attention back

Fred: look at that George we made our girl laugh

George: Yeah we did

Hearing them say you were there made you blush but you didn’t read to much into it

After that day you had been indoctrinated into their daily shenanigans meaning always being stuck in detentions with them constantly. One day they were acting suspicious, to you they were always acting suspicious but you were being suspicious with them usually, this time you weren’t

They had been avoiding you all day and it worried you that you did something wrong. They avoided you during breakfast, after classes, even free periods, and lunch. The last straw was when you didn’t see them at dinner you knew then and there that it was time to confront them. Leaving the great hall you go towards the gryffindor common room then the boys dormitories. Even though it was forbidden for the opposite gender to enter the dorms, the boys showed you a trick to get past that. You were now standing outside their dorm room you took a deep breathe opening the door slightly, then pushing it open with your foot making a loud bang as the door hit the wall scaring the twins

Y/N: IF YOU THINK YOU CAN AVOID ME ALL DAY YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING!!!!!

You made your way towards them. They were sitting across from each other looking like they were having a discussion. You pulled their collars so that they were looking at you.

Y/N: WHY!! The hell have both of you been avoiding me?, it better be a good answer or else I'm gonna beat the shit out of both of you.

They looked at one another contemplating whether to tell you or not. There was a pause before Fred decided to remove your hand from his collar,George following after they then stood up, they were much taller than you so you took a step back to better look at them before they spoke

Y/N: explain then, since it looks like you two are ready to talk

They both took a deep breathe but Fred decided to start off

Fred: we were avoiding you cause we needed to clear our head and talk about some stuff

You looked at them surprised you were their friend why wouldn't they go to you for help

Y/N: why didn’t you come talk to me you know you two can come to me for help-

George then cut you off

George: but we couldn’t, this was something we needed to do by ourselves

You were really upset that they wouldn’t talk to you about their problem since by the look on their faces they were really struggling

Y/N: but you can i've always been there for yo-

Fred: NO WE COULDN’T CAUSE IT WAS ABOUT YOU

After Fred said that your brain started to work a thousand miles per hour trying to figure out if you had done something to upset them or did you do something wrong what did you do that they couldn't talk to you

Y/N: did i do something wrong, what can i do to fix i-

you were cut off by George

George: you didn’t do anything wrong there, nothing to fix…

There was a long pause before they looked at each other ,They had to tell you

Fred: we need to tell you something Y/N, and dw you didn't do anything wrong but you might think something is wrong with us

Y/N: i would never think that of you two never…what could be so bad you’d think i would think there was something wrong with you two

They both took a deep breath before speaking at the same time

Fred & George: We really like you Y/N

You were taken aback that you were getting a confession. But more shocked that they confessed at the same time. You had always had a crush on both of them and knew deep down in your heart that you couldn't pick one or the other. They were both amazing.

Y/N: i-i don’t know what to say, i do really like you both but i couldn’t pick one of you to date i like you both alot and dont wanna have to choose

At your confession they also looked shocked, there shocked faces then turned into one of joy and a glint of mischief

Fred: well that’s great then-

George: you can date both of us

You were the one shocked now but even more confused

Y/N: what do you mean date both of you?

George: we mean it like how we said it-

Fred: date both of us at the same time

George: we were well and prepared for you to choose one of us-

Fred: but seeing as you fancy both of us why not date both of us

You were still in shocked but decided to question them further still confused

Y/N: but i'd be dating you both at the same time doesn’t that bother you at all

They both laughed making there way towards you standing on either side of you to whisper in your ear

Fred: we don’t mind sharing-

George: plus we could tell from all the flirting you were into both of us we just didn’t if you were into the poly thing-

Fred: but the moment you said you couldn’t choose we decided to see you reaction to our proportion

George: and seeing as you didn’t say no straight away we knew then you very much liked the idea

They had caught you red handed. You were really into the idea of dating them both you were just scared they didn’t and wouldn't have to choose which was out of the question you liked them both equally so you kept your feelings a secret.

You were turning as red as a tomato and they loved it

George: look at her fred she's blushing, embarrassed darling

Fred: there's nothing to be embarrassed love we both want you and we’ve always shared thing no problem

At that you quickly turned to face them

Y/N: have you dated the same person before?

You sounded really jealous saying that, they laughed at the question

Fred: no we haven't but we both know we both don’t mind sharing you

George: your one of a kind y/n and neither of us wanna miss out being with you

You were flattered that you were the first and even more flattered that they were both willing to share just to be with you

Y/N: i don't know what say

Fred: don't say anything

Fred then turned you towards him cupping your cheek and leaning in to kiss you, you kissed him back of course and it felt amazing it was hot and it made something within you burn. You then felt George behind you putting his hand on your shoulders, leaning down to start kissing your neck. At that you moaned into Freds mouth, he pulled away for a moment

Fred: i think she really likes that George

George: I think she does, can I have my turn to kiss you darling?

You turned around to face George, tippy toeing to reach his lip he started to kissed back it was just as amazing as when you kissed fred it was just as hot and passionate as you image this moment happening

As you were kissing George, Fred decided to start kissing you neck just like George did but was a bit more handsy but you didn;t mind at all. While kissing your neck Fred put one hand under your shirt and bra fondling your breast and teasing your nipple while his other hand made its way under your skirt and felt your panties. He stopped kissing you neck for a moment to talk

Fred: look at you all hot and bothered i can feel how ready you are for us

George: Is she really that wet?

Fred: she gushing like a waterfall

Fred continued back to kissing your neck and continued his way with his hand into your panties

Once past the waist band he could really feel how wet you were and started to rub your clit.

You started to moan even more into George's mouth which made both of them grin knowing they were causing you so much pleasure.

Feeling bad that they were doing so much for you, you decide to do something back for you with both you hand you decide to undo there pant first doing Georges then Fred then with one hand you went past Georges waistband of his briefs freeing his cock and with your other hand you do the same for Fred. You then start stroking both cocks at the same time keeping a steady pace.

You knew they were enjoying it since both were moaning at the initial touch. George starting to grip your hair a bit, Fred started to nibble at your ear giving you tingling feeling throughout your body and started to rub your clit faster

Y/N: fuck i think im about to cum

George: fuck yeah cum darling i was see how you look cumming on Fred’s fingers

Fred: you gonna cum on my fingers love? Come one cum

Y/N: oh my- im gonna came

Fred: shit i think im gonna cum too

George: holy shit same, fuck don’t stop y/n

As you came Fred and George ended up finishing right after you, cumming on your uniform this was gonna be tough to clean

George: holy shit that was hot

He was panting as he said that

Fred: fuck yeah it was

Fred then grabbed you chin to face him

Fred: so how did you like that love

Y/N: i fucking loved it

They laughed at your answer as they were putting themselves back into their pants

Fred: well we glad you loved it so much cause-

George: cause you're our girl now. No ones but ours darling

Fred: and were no ones but yours love

After your very fun confession you started to officially date, the both took turns taking you out on individual dates and doing some dates with all three of you. No one ever suspected you dating them since when people ever saw you with one of them or both they just thought it was normal since your dates didn’t look too much different from your hangouts. Only difference was when they knew no one could see them they started to get handsy

5 dates later they had both asked you to be their official girlfriends which you were delighted about. But you had asked them to keep it a secret scared people would judge you and they both agreed to keep it secret for your sake even though they wouldn’t mind screaming it out to the world that you were theirs

End flashback

1 year later you're in your 7th year and going as strong as ever. During the beginning of the relationship there were some bumps to get over but after some discussions and scheduling it was a bit more smoother down the line.

Not saying there were no bumps along the road cause there was especially that very evening. The twins had decided to do some late night shenanigans setting up pranks for the morning and as a prankster yourself as well as being a supportive girlfriend you decided to tag along for fun. As you were they were finishing up the prank you were looking at the marauders map as the look out and saw filch heading your way

Y/N: guy we gotta go now filch is right around the corner

Fred & George: Shit

They quickly finished up but it wasn’t quick enough since filch saw the three of you

Filch: you there stop right there

Y/N: RUN

You said in a whispered voice

You all ran but you knew you couldn't make it to the common room without being caused so you decided to take a few turns and found a storage closet. You grabbed the handle and flung the door open

Y/N: get in quickly

You all went into the closet, closing it behind you, one they were both in. you looked at the map to make sure if you lost filch and luckily you had he went another direction

Y/N: we lost him

You all let out a sigh of relief of not being caught

Fred: that was close

George: yeah it was but thanks to our lovely look out we lost him

George then gave you a peck on the lips but decided it wasn’t enough and started to full on make out with you. You weren't complaining of course

Fred: well you two are eager tonight

You stopped kissing George for a bit

Y/N: why don't you join in then my love

You then continued to makeout with George and Fred joined in this time kissing at your neck and fondling your breast. As things were starting to get good the door opened suddenly causing the three of you to stop and look towards the door.

Getting caught was bad but getting caught by a slytherin was the worst. The three of you were taken to umbridge and were forced to write lines with a special quill

Y/N: there's no ink

Umbrigde: you don't need ink these are special quills, i want you to write “i shall not be out past curfew”

As you were about to write you she stops you, Fred and George stop too

Umbridge: you won't be writing that line, you will be writing “I shall not act like a slut”

After saying that George and Fred get up looking like they were about to go after her but you stopped both of them

Umbridge i suggest you start writing till you learn your lesson

You all start to write and few seconds later what you wrote on the paper appeared on your hands. You started to cry due to the pain but tried to hold back tears seeing this umbridge her message got to you

Umbridge: you may go now

As you got up to leave and exited the room your started to cry, Fred and George ran to give you a hug and comfort you. You weren’t just in physical pain but you were also emotionally in pain what she said really got to you

You look up at both of them

Y/N: am i really a slut

Fred & George: NO

Fred: of course your not your our girlfriend and it's none of her business what you do

George: plus i bet she's just jealous that you have 2 guys after you and she got no one

At that comment your started to giggle

Fred: there's our girl, lets head back to our dorm tho and get your bandaged up

Y/N: okay then

George: i hope you know we love you though with all our hearts

That made you hearts swell full of love know they loved you as much as you loved them

Y/N: i love both of you two

Time skip (sry)

After the incident rumour went around about you getting caught with the twins but no one really believed it since it came from slytherin and also cause they thought you getting caught with the twins were normal. People just thought the hooking up part was made up.

So you decided to act normal as if the rumour didn’t scare you a little and eventually it died down.Once the rumours died down you were less stressed and the twins were happy their girlfriend was feeling better

But something worse happened, as you were in the room of requirements with the rest of dumbledore army members practising spells. The wall started to shake, dust was falling from the ceiling and a hole was blown into the wall exposing your secret club.

After being caught you were brought back to her office to write lines, you already knew how this felt and was not looking forwards to do it again Umbridege was walking around and stopped at your desk

Umbridege: i see you haven't stopped your promiscuous ways dear

You tensed hoping no one heard that luckily for you everyone was in too much pain to hear. Once that shit show was done everyone headed back to there dorms it was a shit day

You really hated the methods she used you’d complain and rant on and on to your boyfriends and they would listen carefully knowing you needed to get it off your chest or else you might explode but one evening while walking the halls you find a boy crying on a bench your run towards him to see what was wrong

Y/N: what's wrong sweetie

All he did was show you his hand Fred and George decided to sit with you and the boy and try comforts him too by showing him their scars

Fred: it's not as bad, see? It’s fading away already

George: hardly can see it

You give the boy a comforting hug while patting his head. He returned the hug and cried into your chest. You see Harry heading towards the The four of you but as always Umbridege has to come along and say something .

Umbridge: u-hm, as i told you before Mr Potter naughty children deserved to be punished and as for you Mrs L/N be a bit more lady like and stop being promiscuous always being around boys

With that she walked away that made your blood boil you were finally done taking her shit

Y/N: we need to do something i hate her

Fred: you know George i always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement

George: i was thinking the exact same thing

They then both look at you

Fred: what do you say love

George: wanna join our little adventure

Y/N: Absolutely

The next day you and everything ready your brooms, fireworks and of the big boy your be throwing as a last fuck you

Y/N: ready boys

Fred & George: Ready

You started to make some noise and took a bit but finally Umbridge came out to investigate. As she opens the door you set a little fireworks off to fly to her face. It looked like the golden snitch. It then flew past her into the class exploding into more little fireworks. Once you heard the little fireworks go off you get on your broom and fly around the corner and into the exams room.

As you flew in the papers flew off people desks and you started to throw fireworks up in the air to cause more commotion. It was lie a work of art seeing the fireworks go off. You kept throwing more and more of them up into the air just having the time of your life with your boyfriends. This was gonna be a story to tell one day. They then threw you the big firework, oh you were so excited

Fred & George: ready?

Y/N: ready

You then threw the fire work up into the air , causing it to go off and turn into a giant dragon made of fireworks. That chased Umbridge out of the exam room. The dragon engulfed her and it looked like she had been eaten due to the smoke. The dragon then went off into tons of fireworks and broke the rules that she had put up on the walls.

The three of you then flew out of the school into the courtyard, everyone followed after you trying to witness your final goodbye. But your boyfriends had a surprise for you seeing everyone in the courtyard. They let out more fireworks and everyone was cheering.

Fred: for out finally goodbye

George: we would like to confess something

They then flew a bit closer to your broom to kiss your cheeks causing your to blush to the public displayed

Fred & George: Y/N L/N is out girlfriends, you heard it here folks she ours so back off

After that they threw one more fireworks that formed a giant W for Weasley Wheezes something you knew they were working on then flew away

Y/N: i can't believe you did that

You laughed as your said that

George: well since we're leaving might as well tell them

Fred: plus we didn’t want any lovesick fool thinking they had a chance with you

At that you flew to the only place you knew you needed to be right now even if you would get a ear full

and that would be the burrow

#harry potter #fred weasly x reader #george weasly x reader #fred & George weasly x reader #polyamory #smut #fluff #romance #secret relationship #george weasley #fred weasley

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angst-king · 10 months ago

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Right or Wrong

((this story is an Au where Denki is a commission kid like Hawks)) (CW this story contains mention of drinking, and neglect.)

“Denki do you mind staying after class, a few of us need to have a word with you.” Denki’s anxiety spiked visibly and Aizwa had to reassure him that he wasn’t in trouble though it wasn’t very helpful. All throughout the day he had been wondering what he could have done to need to stay after class and talk to more than 1 teacher! When the end of school bell rang he anxiously packed his bag and approached Aizawa’s desk.

“You wanted me to stay after class, s-sir?” Denki stood a foot away from the desk as he looked up at the pro hero. Hands down by his side shoulders back almost military-like in his stance. Shota nodded and walked out from his desk telling him to follow. Denki wordlessly obeyed fearing the consequences of asking what this meeting was for. Shota led him to a conference room where Principal Nezu, Recovery Girl, Midnight, Present Mic, and Hawks all sat.

“Oh Ersaser you sure brought him here fast, I’m surprised he didn’t run!” Nezu commented as he sipped his tea, Denki sure was fighting the urge to run away. Though he knew that he couldn’t do that he was too frozen to move without orders besides, they knew he had a track record for running away. He did it on the first few days of school, he hid from them as if he was trying to escape! Shota offered Denki a seat at the table which he took and nervously played with the bottom of his shirt.

“I’m sorry to make you so nervous with having this meeting Denki, but we’ve done some examining and reflecting and there are some things we need to bring up. I promise you are not in trouble.” Denki nods and tries to swallow the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him as he listens.

“You are a commission kid, it was very obvious when we received your files. Do you remember when the class had to take a test regarding your home life?” “y-yes sir” “well we got concerned when looking over your results. You say that your parents are hardly home, i understand that they are pro heroes. So let me ask this how many days a month are they home for more than 3 hours of the day?” Denki had to think about that and shrugged, he was usually cleaning the house or doing class work so he didn’t notice too much.

“I don’t know, I’m usually busy I guess.” “That’s quite alright Denki, you say you buy your own food correct? Is it food for the entire house or is it just snacks that you buy for yourself while your parents buy the majority of what you eat?” Denki shook his head

“I buy food for the entire house though they tend to eat out most times and if I do bring my own food I keep it in my room so they don’t eat it before I can.” “Where do you get the money from?” “they put money into an account for me and I just use the debit card they gave me.” “Do your parents ever ask you about school, or do they know about your time at the commission?” Denki shook his head again and folded his hands in his lap. He was confused as to why they were questioning him about his home life. His parents were pro heroes so they’d be busy right? Plus he was 16 so he was old enough to be alone for long periods. There were a few more questions that Denki had to answer such as whether had he ever been to a doctor besides Recovery Girl, and does he had an emergency contact in case anything were to go wrong. When he answered ‘no’ to both of those questions he could feel the pity in the room weighing heavily on him then Nezu gestured to Hawks.

“Denki I’m sure you recognize Hawks right? Well due to both of you having a similar background with the commission we asked if Hawks would mind stepping in as your life mentor or parental figure since you don’t have one.” That's when Denki’s eyes went wide. Why were they doing this? He had parents, they were just busy! He was doing pretty well on his own, he was keeping up with his homework even if it took him all day and night to complete it! He kept the house clean, he could cook for himself too! What more could he need?

“Look I know this is probably a lot to take in and we’re not having Hawks replace your parents. He is simply filling in a role that they aren’t putting the effort to even create. As of today, Hawks is your guardian.” “M-my guardian?” “Mhm, think of it like him being a parent that you don’t have to call ‘dad’ but he does all the things parents are supposed to do” Then Denki’s face went blank, weren’t his parents already doing what they were supposed to do?

“Wait wait. I don’t mean to speak out of turn sir but….aren’t my parents already doing that? They’ve given me a place to stay, no one hurts me, they work a solid job and all I have to do is go to school, train, keep up with the cleaning, buy food and clothes, and occasionally do some maintenance work on the house.” Hawks then spoke up in his leaned-back position in the chair he sat in.

“Hey kid, we’re gonna take things slow and figure out where I need to do my whole guardianship duties besides filling out permission forms.” “….wait…. a parent is supposed to sign those?” “yes…” “oh….” Damn, Denki had just been signing his parent’s names on them since they just told him to do that when they were busy. Maybe there were some things he didn’t know he needed. When the meeting was over, Denki headed out the doors of the school with Hawks in tow.

“Ey kid, you got anywhere you need to be?” “Hm? Just the store to pick up things for dinner tonight, why?” “I’ll come with you and I’ll pay,” Hawks says as he catches up to the younger blond, Denki furrowed his brows at this.

“Why, I’ve got my own money?” “I know but I wanna help ya cut down just a bit. I know you’re most likely not spending your money like crazy but, it shouldn’t be completely on you to get food. Besides, I wanna know what you plan on making” Denki shrugged and let the pro hero walk with him down the street and into the city.

“I’m just making chicken and shrimp fried rice, I’ve got the rice already at home. Made sure to buy that yesterday, I just need to buy some chicken and shrimp, plus some seasonings” “oh cool! Sounds delicious” “did you wanna stay for dinner, I don’t mind.” “hmm we’ll see, kid” Even though the walk to the store wasn’t very far Denki tended to get nervous in crowded streets and seemed to stay closer to Keigo. Keigo didn’t comment on this and just kept this observation to himself.

Inside the store, Denki kept getting separated from Keigo by fan girls vying for the pro hero’s attention. Denki didn’t seem to mind or care, he just went around like the pro hero wasn’t there. Keigo would apologize for the interruptions but Denki would shrug it off saying

“You’re a pro hero, it's part of the job. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” Denki wasn’t wrong he was very independent, Keigo could see that. He could also see that his confidence was fake and that he was unsure of how to act around people still, his social skills he been stunted badly due to the isolation the commission caused. He took this opportunity to observe Denki’s mannerisms, behaviors, and how he would react to things. When the shopping was finished and they had to go back out into the city he let the boy stay close to him as they walked. He used to be extremely nervous in crowded spaces so he understood the fear.

When they got to Denki’s place, Denki welcomed the pro hero inside.

“Welcome to my house, I don’t know if Mom and Dad are coming home tonight since its Thursday and usually they don’t come home till Monday maybe Tuesday” What in the hell were they doing for them to be gone like that?! Keigo knew good any well that was not their pro hero schedule and if so it wouldn’t be that long! Keigo bit his tongue and placed his shoes on the mat beside the door as he stepped into the home. He was surprised to see how clean it was, there were a few alcoholic drinks on the coffee table of the living room which Denki apologized for but besides that, it was pretty well kept.

“No need to apologize, kid just a couple of b-” Keigo paused in his tracks when he saw Denki gulp what was in them. He swallowed it down like it was nothing! Denki noticed his staring and replied

“ I don’t want it leaking in the trash bags, so I just drink what’s left.” “You could just pour it down the drain, Denki, you shouldn’t drink!” He wasn’t mad but he was very concerned by his casualness. Denki shrugged only giving back a “waste not want not” before heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Keigo as still flabbergasted about it. He looked through that house it didn’t feel lived in, it had nice furniture but it felt more like a show house. There weren’t many pictures or pieces of art, the furniture was beige and the environment felt cold!

As he looked around he heard music start playing, pop music playing from the kitchen. He peaked inside to see Denki dancing while chopping up green onions at the kitchen counter. He was smiling and singing along to the music playing through his phone as he cooked. Keigo didn’t want to interrupt and just leaned against the threshold and watched the teen have a good time. It was sweet to see him enjoying himself in his own house, to see him relax and not be so rigid or scared.

“You need any help in there, kid?” Denki almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Keigo speak as if he forgot the other was there! Keigo chuckled and apologized for startling him. Denki sighed and just waved him off.

“Nah I got it, I already got the rice and meat cooking, shouldn’t be long.” He answered nonchalantly, his eyes focused on the task in front of him as he went back to humming along to the music. The electricity user seemed so at ease and calm! To think he had only been released from the commission a few months ago. Keigo wondered what traumas lay beneath his relaxed facade.

Once dinner was done, Denki gave Keigo a bowl to serve himself and they sat at the table. He took note of how fast Denki ate and he knew it wasn’t just because he was hungry. Denki was shoveling spoonfuls of rice into his mouth while his other hand held the bowl close to his body in an almost guarded way.

“Hey slow down buddy, no one’s gonna take it from ya. I don’t want you to choke, okay.” Denki nods and swallows what's in his mouth and takes in smaller amounts of food. Hawks figured he could ask him some questions so he could gauge how his interactions needed to go.

“So kid, you have any hobbies?” “mhm, tattoo designing” That surprised Hawks, he asked Denki to elaborate on this.

“Well I just like to draw on people, though i mainly do it to myself in places people won't look as often.“ Denki turned over his hand to show a small ghost drawing on the bottom of his wrist. It was done in pen and looked cool even if it was small.

“Wow that’s so cute” “Thanks I have a few others in different places, but I also just like to draw them in my notebook when I can’t focus.” “that’s awesome you’ll have to show me sometime!” Denki grinned proudly at the pro hero’s interest in his hobby.

“I also like to do body modding like piercings” “Piercings?’ “Mhm, i have a few” That made Hawks look up at him fast, he had to get a good look at Kaminari wondering where those piercings had to be for him to have them! Denki then rubbed at his nose revealing a septum a small silver piercing, he moved his hair back showing two lobe piercings.

“I also have a belly button piercing, and I’m thinking about doing a tongue piercing soon” “When and where did you get all of that done?!” “Oh, I did them myself. A week or two after being brought home, i decided I wanted to change some things up. I did the ears first I waited a week in between those two, I did the septum piercing the same month as the ears, and then last month I pierced my belly button.” “Wait you did it all yourself?!” Hawks asked worriedly, Denki nodded, Hawks was bewildered by this.

“Y-you shouldn’t be doing that to yourself you can get an infection or something!” “I took care of that, i sanitized the things that I used, wore gloves, and bought good jewelry. So far everything’s healing pretty well. Besides I didn’t wanna go looking around Japan for places that to it. You already know the piercing culture here is limited.” Hawks sighed at this.

“Please just be careful, I don’t want you getting hurt or damaging yourself.” That seemed to make Denki laugh eliciting a

“Aaaw you care about me or something?” Confusedly Hawks nodded

“Yeah I do, I may not be your parent but still, I don’t want anything bad happening to you.” “oh you’re serious?” Denki looked back at him.

“Hell yeah I am, and no its not just because I’m ‘assigned’ to look after you. I took this opportunity willingly because I know what its like to not have anyone to guide you when you get out. People do stupid things…but since that’s the case, if you’re going to do stupid things you need to be at least somewhat smart about it.” “….so no piercing my tongue?” “let's wait on that okay, kid?” “Deal!”

After dinner Hawks offered to clean up the kitchen and pack away leftovers so Denki could sit down. He wasn’t actually upset with him over the fact he was piercing himself. He was just worried about the risks, but he also knew that it was a control aspect. Being in the commission your bodily autonomy would be completely stripped from you until you were nothing but their soldier, their puppet. They owned you and there wasn’t much you had control over. Being released had to be not only overwhelming but confusing since you now have to figure out how to be a person without much instruction. Well, he already knew Denki didn’t have anyone to teach him so he essentially taught himself! Hawks did too, he was still figuring himself out though the biggest changes were transitioning.

Hawks was a transmale, and when he first started his transition he was lost and confused and was changing everything at once to not only change himself into what he wanted but to cope with his new freedom! He did a lot of stupid things he pierced himself, stayed out late drinking, and picked up some bad habits. So he could sympathize with Denki and see why he was doing the things he did, he just hoped he could be the guide he needed.

#king's fanfic #Denki is from the hero's commission #Traumatized Denki #denki angst #hawks angst #parental figure hawks #mha angst #mha fanfic blog

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new-jersey-high · 4 months ago

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Comeback

The next day was the same usual high school things. Collin Debennan tried his usual bag of tricks with Carlos; from calling him slurs to shoulder checking him in the hallway against the lockers - all to get a rise out of him.

Fortunately for Carlos, however, Collin Debennan was a freshman whose only real claim to fame was that that his brother was a senior quarterback during Carlos' freshman year. However, the one and only flaw to that story was that Justin had been the ONLY one who tried out to be quarterback, and he immediately fucked it up and had his career cut short due to a "sprained pinkie", which became a "broken pinkie", which became a "torn ACL". Every time that he was asked, it was always a different body part. Because of this, Carlos would treat him as a horse would a horsefly.

Still, that wouldn't stop Collin and his efforts to annoy him, which had grown to be incessantly fervent.

"Hey, faggot," Collin said, as he got in his way, "Hey, how's your boyfriend? How's your boyfriend, faggot?"

Carlos sighed. Just a few more doors, and I'll home free.

At he thought that, however, he saw out of the corner of his eye was a shit-eating grin that spread across his face. "Actually, how's your cow-uddered bitch?"

Carlos froze. How does HE know about Niff? Wait, who ELSE knows? As he blinked in surprise, he took a moment. I can't let this register. I have to get him back. At that moment, he thought of just what to say.

"She's fine," Carlos said, as he had developed his own shit-eating grin, "and how's your brother's pinkie toe?"

Collin's smile, cracked. "What?"

"I mean, it was his pinkie toe, right? Not his ACL? Gosh, it's so hard to remember; all I remember was when Coach Jordan caught him fucking Melody, his daughter. You know; that skinny girl on the cheerleading team?"

A few people who had been witness to the comment made some 'ooh's at Collin's expense. He had surprisingly finally had his brother's 'injury' called out, which he didn't like one bit. Carlos saw his smile drop fully into a scowl. "As if he'd fuck a dirty fuckin' WHORE like her!"

Collin swung a punch at Carlos, which proved fruitless, given that he was a full foot shorter than him, as well as less coordinated than his brother. Collin managed to graze Carlos' chin before he grabbed onto his wrist and - by continuing his momentum - flung him against the lockers, making a loud metallic bang.

"What on EARTH is going on out here?!" A voice demanded to know.

This, unfortunately, alerted a nearby teacher, who stepped out. Her whole class, made up of juniors, sophomores, and an assistant teacher poked their head out, apparently also wanting to know the gossip.

"Collin slipped and fell," Carlos lied. "I tried to catch him, but he just fell out of my reach."

"And you expect me to just believe that?!"

"I'm telling you the truth!" Carlos turned to everyone else. "Right? That's what happened?" He was grateful that there were various nods of agreement, confirming that Collin indeed fell.

Collin went to say something, to call Carlos and the rest of the pricks in that hallway out, for being fucking liars, that Carlos had thrown him into a locker. However, he then thought about the talk he'd have to have with the principal about "no bullying" after his first attempts in trying to follow in his brother's footsteps.

"Y-yeah... I fell. And f- uh, Carlos, tried to catch me."

The teacher raised her eyebrow. "And that's ALL that happened?"

"Yes, ma'am-" Carlos extended his hand to Collin. "Just a slip, right?"

"Just a slip," Collin responded, gripping his hand as hard as he could. As Carlos hoisted Collin up, he pulled too hard, and Collin fell again. causing some snickers from the students who were still eavesdropping.

"Ohp; sorry about that, Collin. I forgot I can hardly remember my own strength." Carlos leaned into the teacher. "But, honestly, with his brother's delicate body, it's a wonder how Collin here wasn't also writhing in pain from how hard he hit those lockers."

"Well, then, the two of you get to class-" she raised her sights. "that goes for you all, as well; to class!"

As Carlos hoisted Collin up a second time, he left, smiling as he realized it was the first time that he actually had had an answer to one of Collin's shitty questions.

#carlos allende #collin debennan

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theteltales · 5 months ago

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The Letters That Move Us - Chapter 9: A Dance and a Dip

Isabella

Today marked the addition of a new activity for the incoming class of students. Dancing. Specifically, ballroom dancing. Something that Isabella had dreaded since she first learned of the requirement. At least she had been able to put it off in her mind until the lessons would start in earnest. Unfortunately, today was that day. So, after the new class of women were all finished with lunch, they crowded up in the large, open room on the second floor. The very same one Isabella had sulked in before giving her overseer the slip.

Once gathered, the students, and Violet, stood side by side as their instructor walked them through the basic theory of dance. How to hold one's self, the differing roles of each partner, and even some basic steps. Though it mostly went over Isabella’s head. Once done with the explanation, the teacher made a shooing motion with each hand and directed them to pair up and begin practicing. Dismissed by the instructor, Violet immediately turned to face Isabella and held out a raised hand. "Miss York, we'll dance as partners. With me taking the lead and you following. Is that alright?"

Isabella turned her head at first, nodding as she regarded her partner. After noticing the waiting hand, she turned her body and placed her own into her handmaiden's palm. "But...what if I step on your feet or something? Won’t that hurt?"

Her partner's hand in hers, Violet used it to gently pull her closer, allowing the taller woman to slip her other arm across Isabella’s shoulders. "You’ll do fine. The secret is to relax your body and follow my lead. I’ll guide you.”

After that initial tug into Violet’s arms, she had to remind herself to breathe even as she felt her heartbeat accelerate in her chest. Once the initial shock wore off, Isabella finally mustered the courage to bring her arm up and place it in the small of Violet’s back. Their height difference was only exacerbated by the closeness, so she had to look up slightly to keep their eyes locked. "Uh...ok. Just don't go too fast."

Violet nodded in response, then squared the pair up before readying her feet. “First, I’ll start by stepping forward with my left foot. So, you'll step back with your right to move with me.” Her foot came up slowly and went forward to occupy the space Isabella had been in just a moment ago before she complied with the verbal instructions.

“Good, next is a sideways step back to the left using your left foot.” After Isabella complied, Violet walked them through further steps. Right foot to the left, left foot forward, right foot forward in a sideways step, rinse and repeat! It was still too early to try and match the background music’s pace or stick to its rhythm, but they’d get there in due time. For now, practice was what Isabella needed so that the steps could pass into muscle memory.

As they turned about in slow circles, Isabella couldn’t help but notice all the eyes that watched them. In so many, she saw clear admiration and desire. No doubt many of the students would've done anything to switch places with her, to dance with the “Princess-knight.” At some point, without even realizing it, Isabella's fingers increased their grip where they held onto Violet. As if she needed to hold onto her partner in the face of all those envious of her position.

Her need to learn the basic steps meant that was all the two could focus on this first day. At least the piano was pleasing to listen to. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for her to feel Violet's toes underneath her boot. Which caused Isabella to stop her movement before looking down.

"I'm sorry, Violet! Are you ok?" It almost seemed silly to be so concerned over such a thing. Especially when she held onto the prosthetics that took the place of Violet's arms. Surely that had been more painful. No doubt she had suffered other wounds during her time fighting as well. Still, no need to cause the woman further discomfort.

"It's alright, Miss York. You're doing well, let's keep going." With those encouraging words, Isabella soon got back to work, doubly committed to not making that mistake again. However, that didn't exactly go to plan. As they worked through the pattern enough times, Isabella did her best to follow Violet's advice and corrections. With deep breaths, she eventually relaxed and allowed her body to remain loose and responsive to the directions Violet provided. She even managed to go a whole song without assaulting her poor partner's feet! Even if they only managed to complete the full circuit a few times during it.

When the teacher finally announced the completion of the day's class, Violet brought the pair to a stop before dropping her arms and stepping back. Their separation immediately stuck out in Isabella's mind. Especially the certain lack of warmth that she had come to prefer throughout the lesson. Though, whether that was ultimately from her embarrassment or closeness of their bodies, she wasn’t sure. It felt like all eyes had been on the pair throughout the whole lesson, even if in reality it was most likely just towards the beginning of their routine. Before she was able to comment though, Ms. Lancaster and her entourage approached them where they stood.

"Good afternoon, Miss York. Miss Evergarden. Some of the girls and I were going to have some tea to celebrate another step taken on the road to our debut. Would you both care to join us?" The smile on Ashely's face was as bright as ever and, when she finished speaking, the young woman folded her hands neatly in front of her dress while she awaited Isabella's reply.

Isabella stood silent for a moment, her neutral expression beginning to slip towards something more...unpleasant. An opportunity to become close with the York family was no doubt the ultimate goal here. Which annoyed her to no end. She hated the ruse, the little game they all played while here at the school. If she were to attend, would Ashley even ask her about Isabella as a person? Would she remember those answers? And would they even come from a place of sincerity? Or was it more of their "language," as Violet had put it.

"No. No, I don't ever want– "

Before the rest of the sentence could leave her mouth, Violet stepped in between the two women, partially obstructing Ashley's view of Isabella.

"Miss Lancaster, while this is an important first step toward your debut, it is only one of many that will require a lot of hard work. Miss York has instructed me to inform others that she would like to focus on her studies until becoming a debutante."

Ashley fixed Violet with a stare before opting to use the escape she conveniently provided. With a nod, and a little bow of her head, a smile once again curled up onto Ashley's lips. "I see. Well, I look forward to any future opportunities for us to talk.” She paused then, turning her attention to Isabella. “When the time is right, of course. Have a pleasant day, ladies." Once again, the shorter blonde and her entourage excused themselves with the standard pleasantries before moving towards the stairs.

Once the group left, Violet turned and acknowledged Isabella with a slight bow of her head. "Miss Isabella, please accept my apologies for stepping in and interrupting you. I felt it was necessary to preserve any future relationship with Miss Lancaster. You need to make friends while you are here."

In response, Isabella scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Friends? They don't want to be friends. They want the prestige that comes with having a member of the York family around at their tea parties and dinner gatherings. I'm nothing but a name to them." Isabella's face finished shifting towards disgust as she spoke before lightly shaking her head. "And what about you? What does your family stand to gain from this, hmm? From helping me, and the Drossels before this?" That was why Violet was here, right? Besides this being her job. She'd said it herself. She came at the request of a powerful family and no doubt hoped to elevate the Evergarden name by turning this street urchin into a "proper lady."

"I don't have a family." The words came out with that same monotone voice Violet said everything else in. As if she were simply stating a fact. "Not a blood one anyway. I'm an orphan."

Isabella's mind took a second to process what Violet said, and then her expression turned from anger to confusion. "You...you’re an orphan?"

Violet nodded her head once in response before continuing. "Yes, I was found on my own when I was little. I don't know what happened to my family."

Isabella's mind flooded with even more questions about the girl's past. That, coupled with the shock of learning Violet was like her and Taylor, caused all anger to melt away. Leaving nothing but curiosity and embarrassment behind in its wake. "I'm sorry. I didn't know..." More apologies for assumptions she'd carelessly made. Though, Violet seemed to be undisturbed by the admission.

"That's alright. There was no way for you to know." Violet's head turned to observe the increasing flow of students down to the first level. The practice had gone on so long this afternoon that dinner would be starting shortly. She raised a hand then, to indicate the direction of stairs. "It's almost dinner. Shall we make our way down?"

Grateful for the opportunity to change the course of the conversation, and generally excited by the food anyway, Isabella nodded a little more vigorously than usual. "Yes, let's go. That was very tiring and I feel like I could eat two meals." Of course, that wouldn't be very ladylike now, would it? For a moment she expected Violet to say as much, but when no rebuke came, Isabella stepped off towards the staircase, expecting the handmaiden to follow close behind. Which of course, she did.

Dinner was eaten in their customary silence. However, this time, it was due to Isabella’s mind working overtime contemplating what she’d learned. The walk back to the dormitory following dinner was equally as quiet while Isabella continued to ponder Violet's past. It seemed like each time she learned something new, even more questions sprang up. Was she orphaned before joining the army? Is that what made her want to fight? Revenge? She didn't seem the type, but Isabella also wouldn't have ever guessed the handmaiden had fought in the first place. It was surprise after surprise with this woman. What would she learn next?

Damn, this only piqued her curiosity more! Not to mention fanning a desire to get closer to Violet since they seemed to have more and more in common than she initially thought. Or perhaps she was reaching out to the first lifeline thrown her way in a very long time. Isabella could pretend as much as she wanted that she was independent, but everyone wanted the comfort and safety a close friend brought. Could Violet be that for her? Could she have misjudged the doll so much?

Once they returned, Violet immediately moved to the bathroom to fetch one of the buckets the two kept for filling the bath. No doubt in anticipation of the need to relax sore muscles. However, before she could make it out of the room to fetch water, Isabella stepped up and raised a hand to indicate she should stop.

"Yes? Do you need something, Miss York? I was going to fetch some water for your bath."

Though Isabella had stopped her, no words immediately came. Instead, her eyes didn't rise to meet Violet’s, and her other hand started fidgeting relentlessly with her dress. After a few more moments with the eyes affixed to the bucket, she mustered the courage to ask what was on her mind. "Uh...I have a request, I guess you could say. I'd like for you to join me in the bath tonight." Hearing the invitation spoken out loud was even more embarrassing than she imagined. It made Isabella want to immediately run and jump under the covers of her bed. Still, she managed to find enough resolve to tilt her head up and meet Violet's eyes. Which appeared to show the slightest hint of confusion.

“Miss York, you said you didn’t want me to help you wash when I first arrived. Have you changed your mind regarding that request as well?”

“What?” Isabella shook her head lightly, silently cursing her “requests” since Violet had arrived. “No, no. I want us to bathe together, not have you wash me. You know, like something friends might do?" Isabella’s discomfort grew as she tried to explain what she meant, and each passing moment that Violet didn’t respond only made it worse. “You don’t have to! I just thought it might be fun. I don’t know…” When the handmaiden still didn’t respond to the request immediately Isabella once again lost her nerve and dropped her eyes down to her feet.

“Something friends do?” Even in her normal monotone voice, the confusion and doubt in Violet’s words were easy to pick up on. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

In response, Isabella shrugged and blew out a breath, voice dropping even lower. "Yes…well, I think so, anyway.” It wasn't as though Isabella had actually done anything like this with any friends in the past. Not there had even been many of those. What was she thinking? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Why had she blurted out something like that? No doubt Violet would think she was even more of an odd person after this. Not only that but hadn't she practically insulted her earlier? Even after the incident last night had –

"Alright."

Isabella immediately lost her train of thought and looked up to Violet, eyes blinking as if in disbelief. "Alright?" It took her mind a moment to fully catch up before she blurted out another, "Alright!" This time in a much more confident manner. Isabella immediately walked past where Violet stood and made her way into the bathroom. There, she grabbed the remaining bucket and then hastily moved to join her companion. When she returned, Isabella held the bucket up and then nodded. “Right, let’s get it filled then.” Though the embarrassment still lingered, she resolved herself to push through it and focus on the task at hand. Which she immediately set out to do. Violet joined her soon after, knowing it would take a few trips to fill the big tub completely.

Thankfully the faucet wasn’t far, only about halfway down the hall in a central location for all the students. This would be much worse if they had to go up or down any stairs to get that huge tub filled. After Isabella poured in the last bit of water, she set the bucket down by the foot of the tub and rubbed at the sore muscles of one arm. It was tedious work usually, but today she had already been tired from the practice. So, she was nearly spent by the time they finished. At least now the tub was full and they could enjoy the warm water together.

Together.

The realization that they were really about to bathe at the same time seemed to hit her all at once, and Isabella could feel her whole body tense up with anticipation.

You asked her to, dummy. This is what you wanted!

After another moment or two to get her nerves under control, she turned to find Violet already working on removing her dress. "Jeeze!" Isabella suddenly turned back around, a flush forming on her cheeks. "At least warn me first!"

#violet evergarden #amy bartlett #isabella york #violet x isabella #violet x amy #violet evergarden eternity and the auto memory doll #f/f fanfic

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charlewiss-writes · 2 years ago

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favourite classmate / pierre gasly

masterlist

day 16: midnight (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: student!pierre x student!reader

summary: endless amount of teasing during class ends with surprises when the clock strikes midnight and it's pierre's birthday.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: not proofread lmao I tried to make it quick cause I'm so behind 🥹

you looked confused as you read what the paper that had dropped off your locked said. "meet me at midnight".

"secret admirer?" you friend joked as you walked back to your class, recess now being over. you rolled your eyes at her and kept the little piece of paper on your back pocket, figuring that you would get time to decode it later.

the class had started fifteen minutes ago, and still, you didn't get surprised when the blue eyed boy entered through the door, excusing himself to the professor and sitting to your right. not even turning to look at him, you passed him your notes and he mumbled a little "thanks" before starting to copy whatever you had written since the teacher had started talking. once he was done, he gave you your notebook back, not without whispering in your ear "you coming tonight?"

you turned to look at him, confused. he laughed a bit, quiet enough to not bother the man that was writing something on the white board in front of him. "to my party, dumbass". pierre, being friends with the popular guys on campus, was almost forced to throw at party every weekend. and even though you were close due to being classmates, and he invited you to go every time, you never came. "when have i ever come to your parties?".

"I don't know, I thought that, as my friend, you would at least come to my birthday party" he jokingly said, but you could see a little bit of hurt in his sky-blue eyes.

the honest truth was that, given how intense this course was being, with all the deadlines and essays you still had to turn in, you had completely forgotten about your friend's birthday. "I'm so sorry, p, I totally flew my mind". he shrugged it off, not looking at you anymore, now pretending to pay attention to the class. "you can make it up to me by coming, what do you say?".

you laughed a bit louder this time, earning some bad looks from the other students in class. "i'll see what I can do, pierre" you smiled at him and continued taking notes, knowing deep down that you had always complied to whatever he asked you. it's like the frenchman knew he could ask for whatever he wanted and you would move everything in your power to give it to him.

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so now here you were. walking to his place that was just a couple of blocks away, and you could already hear the loud ass music that was playing over at his house. you told yourself that you would be there just a couple hours, until midnight, to wish him a happy birthday, and then you'll be back home, getting ready to sleep, as you wished you had done.

when you set foot into the house, you were immediately wrapped tightly by strong arms that came accompanied with an essence that you could only recognise as pierre's. and if it still wasn't obvious that the body pressed against your belonged to the frenchman, when you heard his loud scream too close to your ear, you were 100% sure. "my favourite classmate! you came!"

you did everything you could to try putting some distance between you two. meanwhile, he put his red party cup filled with -what you assumed was- beer on your hands, and encouraged you to drink from. after the first sip, you said to him. "easy with the teasing, gasly. who will give you the notes you missed otherwise?". he just laughed and started going away, promising you that he would come back soon to get you.

when the clock stroked 11:58 pm, you started to wonder where your friend was. the plan was to congratulate him as soon as possible, and be back in your bed before 1 am. but if you couldn't get close to him to wish him a happy birthday, your plan would be fucked.

"here you are! you met me at midnight at last".

"you already saw me tonight, pierre, and it's not even midnight yet." you said, annoyed that in just a couple of minutes he had managed to get this drunk. then, the sentence clicked, and you remembered the little piece of paper that you found back in your locker that same morning. "wait, was it you?"

he laughed a bit, now pulling out closer to him by grabbing your waist. "who would it be, mon ange?". you still didn't quite believe him, and found suspicious that he would confess of doing it that quickly. "I don't know, didn't think it would be you". you figured that maybe he was too drunk to know what you were talking about. "disappointed?" pierre said, and you could have sworn that, out of nowhere, he sounded, hurt? with his head over your own, not dating to look into your eyes now. "more like surprised" you mumbled into his chest.

suddenly, cheers erupted and when you saw the clock, it was midnight. you smiled, tilting your head a bit so you could look into his deep blue eyes. "happy birthday, pierre".

after a couple of seconds, the party went on, and it was you too alone again, even in the crowded room where you currently where. "can I kiss you?" the frenchman whispered, with his thumb gently stroking you cheek. it would be an understatement to say that you were surprised to hear that from pierre, after years of pinning over him and he never realising it. "what?".

"it's my birthday gift. can I kiss you?" he was looking directly into your eyes, and now his hand had descended to your neck, gently grabbing it and bringing you closer with each breath. "i think you're too drunk to make that decision, gasly", and when you finished whispering his name, you were already si close to his mouth that your lips brushed.

"maybe, but I've never been so sure of anything in my life".

the kiss was sweet, like it was your first proper kiss, and you realise about the inherent magic there was with having new firsts. he was gentle, like you would disappear into thin air if he was a bit more rough. the crowd had completely vanished, until you heard them all cheering and clapping, which made you realise that you were, in fact, in the middle of a crowded room. blushing hard, you pulled away and hid on his chest, dressed with a button up white shirt.

"I guess I'm your favourite classmate too, no?".

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charlewiss writing challenge #one word november prompts #user charlewiss #f1 x y/n #f1 x yn #formula 1 imagine #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly blurb

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tobitofunction · 2 years ago

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Delinquent Princess

Couldn’t stop thinking about the Haikyuu x delinquent!reader or more Haikyuu x Tokyo Revenger cross over.

Kuroo x fem!reader, mentioned Baji x fem!reader. Some spoilers for Kuroo career post time skip and how I want Tokyo revengers time skip to look like but probably won't happen

“Hey lev, have you heard we getting a new girl,” Inuoka said appearing in front of the self-proclaimed ace’s desk,” This late? It’s already past Halloween” Inuoka shrugged,” Apparently an incident happened with a classmate of hers which made her parents transfer school for her” Shibayama said,” Must be serious if she transfers this late in the semester” Lev said opening his book.

“Don’t worry y/n is in good hands here” the Principle said to your parents as you played with your rings,” Y/N is so smart but she seems to always find the wrong friends” your dad said softly, you shot him a glare,” Don’t worry Mr L/N, we don’t have a sense of delinquency in this school. Your daughter will be surrounded by good role models, may I suggest entering a club? The volleyball team is looking for a manager” the principal said looking at you with a nervous,” Not interested” you hissed,” Y/N” your mom scolded,” I’m already doing martial arts with Mikey-“,” This school probably has a martial arts club, right” your mom looks at the principal who nodded quickly,” I don’t want to go this martial arts club, I want to stay with Mikey’s family dojo, they at least know what they are talking about”,” Mikey, is a bad influence. You saw what happened to Baji, you saw how distraught his mother was at his funeral, I don't want to be your next” you didn’t answer but just sat back and folded your arms, tears started to pool in your eyes. “I’m sorry Princess, I’m sorry I couldn’t marry you” Bali’s dying words echoed in your head,” Isn't class starting soon? Don’t want to start on a bad foot” you said wiping away a tear,” Yes, of course, follow me”.

Lev’s class was currently studying English when you walked in with the Principal. Muttering erupted in class the second they set eyes on you, “That must be the new girl” Inuoka whispered to Lev who looked you up and down, your skirt was short, shorter than the average skirt worn in school, and your sleeves jumper was baggy nearly as long as your skirt and the white dress shirt was peaking from underneath the jumper as well, sleeves where messy rolled up. Rings and bracelets adorned your fingers and wrist, with a blond streak peaking from behind your ear which was also pierced, everything about you spoke delinquent,” You must be y/n?” the teacher said,” Yep, where can I sit?” you asked,” Do you want to introduce yourself to the class?”,” I’m Y/N L/N. I’m from Shibuya” you said before wandering to a random free seat, a seat which happens to be beside Lev.” Hey I’m Lev Haiba” he introduced himself,” Hey” you said playing with your helix piercing, he slightly reminded you of Chifuyu most due to the eyes” Are there any clubs you looking into joining?” he asked,” No, well I thought of joining the martial arts club but nothing can beat Mikey’s dojo” you smiled twirling your ring on your index finger,” Mikey?” he asked curiously, slightly hoping he isn't your boyfriend,” He’s one of my best friends since childhood. All of them are in Shibuya” you said,” Well if you need new friends, why don't join our Volleyball club, we need a manager”,” Not, interested-”,” Come on, just once practice. Please, I even carry your bags to the train station later” he begged,” Yamamoto will freak, come you will make us seem like heros to our upper classman” the spikey headed brunette said,” Oh I’m Inuoka, by the way” he introduced,” And I’m Shibayama” a small dark haired boy said,”Boy’s quite, you can chit-chat later” the teacher scolded.

How did the first day of school go? Chifuyu’s text read, Fine, not the same with the gang you texted back, you sighed and stuffed your phone in your pocket, just at the moment when your new classmates walked up to you,” I like your piercings by the way” Shibayama said,” Thanks, some of them my friends pierced” you laughed,” I wish I could pierce my ears but my mom would kill me” Lev said,” My parents didn't want to be pierced as well but there are my ears and I have to live with the mistakes and not them, just to do it. I can pierce them if you want” you offered,” Will it hurt?”,” A piece of metal will pierce your skin... yeah but only for a short while” you said,” Let me think about it” he said rubbing his neck.

“There you are, where- who are you?” a tall dark-haired male said, “Kuroo, this y/n, she new to our class and we convinced her to be our manager”,” I said I see about being your manager, I didn't promise anything yet,” you said,” A shame, but hopefully we can conceive you by end of practice,” Kuroo said, his messy dark hair, to his brown cat-like eyes and cheeky smile all reminded you of Baji,” A girl” a voice shrieked,” Good observation Yamamoto” Kuroo teased,” Why are we blessed with such a sight,” the mohawk said with tears of happiness in his eyes,” Don’t worry about him, he’s harmless,” Kuroo said,” Let me introduce you to the others”.

“So you live in Shibuya?” Kuroo asked as you walked towards the train station together behind you, was Lev who liked he promised carried your bags with him,” I hoped she by my girlfriend and Kurd’s by the end of the day” he pouted while Kenya’s face was stuck in his video game.” Yep” you answered,” Why go to Nekoma than? I assume Shibuya has more than I school”,” It’s more the people my parents want to me to get away from than the lack of schools” you answered peaking Kurd’s curiosity,” Can I ask why?”, you licked your lips, debating to answer honestly or not,” Someone close to me got hurt and my parents don't want me to be the next one hurt, that’s it” you shrugged, Kuroo nodded, he wanted to know more but didn't press on as he could see it on your face that it was a touchy subject for you,” Well, did we conceive you? Will you be our manager?” Kuroo asked instead,” You seem like a crazy bunch but nothing I can't handle, so sure why not” you smiled.

The next couple of weeks went good, that was until on your way to the train station, with Lev, Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kenma and Kai when you were stopped by a larger group of boys,” Who do we have here? Volleyball freaks” their presumed leader said, his face was scared and he smelled of smoke,” Leave us alone, we don't want any trouble” Kuroo said pushing past the guy but the leader wasn't having it,” But you're passing through our region which means you need to pay up, let’s say 5,000 yen for each person” he said putting his hand on Kuroo shoulder, he was the same height as Kuroo but he seemed more muscular than Kuroo, which makes sense if spends most of his time beating up people on the street,” We won’t pay, it’s stupid. Now let us pass, we are late for our train” Kuroo said firmly,” We weren't asking though” the guy spat,” You wanna fight big guy, let’s do it” Yamamoto said but you grabbed him by the arm,” Don’t be suicidal, he can fold. you in have if he wants to” that made the guy focus snap towards you, but before he could take a good look at you Kuroo stepped in front of his field of vision,” We don’t want any trouble-”,” Too late for that, your little friend wants a fight so he can get one” the leader was handed a led pipe from one of his followers,” Who wants to go first, maybe you pretty boy” he said lifting the pipe ready to hit Kuroo with him but before he could you kicked him in the stomach making him drop the pipe and clutch his stomach, you then kicked him in the back of his neck making his face fall into the concrete,” You stupid bitch-”, he stopped mid sentencing when he saw your face,” Fuck, it’s Y/N L/N from Toman” he said,” Exactly, now fuck of and leave me and my friends alone of I break your face next time. Got it” you hissed making the boy nod and he quickly scrambled from the floor and ran away with the other,” Toman?” Kuroo asked stunned, the other from the team looked shocked and slightly scared,” I explain on the way to the train station”.

“Toman started off as just a couple of friends wanting to protect one another. None of us had good lives, some worse than others. Toman was a little fond family for us. It went well, but then Mikey’s brother was killed by Kazutora and Baji as his accomplice. Both went to juvie, Kazutora longer than Baji. Since then Mikey became more violent, but also more childish. Toman grew as well during that time and so did our enemies. We didn't do anything criminal....criminal against non-gang people. But recently everything went downhill, Pat went to juvie, Draken got stabbed but thankfully survived. Kisaki joining, and Baji...Baji was the straw that broke the camel's back. My parents didn't say anything about the gang world, but Baji changed everything for them” you said,” What happened to Baji, is he the person who got hurt?” Yaku asked,” It was Halloween, Baji joined Vallhalla days before and we wanted him back, Baji would never betray Toman, betray me,” you said softly,” He got stabbed and later died of a self-inflicted stab wound to the stomach. Kazutora is back in juvie, 10 years for attempted murder if Baji didn't give himself the final blow he would have gotten double that or even life. But at least he’s alive, but only thanks to Takamitchy our resident cry baby, he’s a bit strange but a really good guy, properly better than I ever be” silence filled the group, no one knew what to say,” If you don't want me to part of the Volleyball club anymore, it’s fine. But please don’t tell your parents what happened, as they will tell the principal and he would tell my parents which means changing school again” you begged. Kuroo looked at his teammates, who have the same expression on their faces,” We don’t want to kick you off, you saved us a beating. We really enjoy your company, as well” Kuroo said blushing slightly making his teammates smirk,” I would also like... we like to meet your friends as well” Kuroo said,” You sure? They can be quite intimidating” you warned,” Well I will be busy studying with Kai, so maybe another time,” Yaku said,” I don't like leaving my house and Coach forced to train more with Lev,” Kenma said pulling out his phone to continue playing his game, Yamomoto was nudged in the ribs by Yaku,” I will be brushing my Parrot,” the boy said rubbing his side,” I can go, whenever it’s okay with you,” I’m meeting them today if you want ti to join?”,” I would love... I mean sure” Kuroo smiled.

Mikey was stuffing his face with fast food when you arrived, Toman’s leader looked more like a cute chipmunk than a feared gang leader in Kuroo’s mind, but Draken who sat beside him with a face of disgust at his friend's horrible eating happened fits more of the image of a gang leader, from his height, crazy hairstyle and large tattoo,” Y/N, whose that?” Mikey said food bits flying out of his mouth,” Don’t speak if your mouth is full” you scolded,” This is Kuroo, the Captain of the Volleyball team, I mentioned” Emma was first to jump up and greet him,” Hi, I’m Emma, y/n spoke a lot about you” Emma said with a smirk making you blush,” Chifuyu”,” Mitsuya”,” Takamitchi”,” Draken”,” Mikey” everyone introduced themselves,” What are your intentions with our y/n” Mikey asked walking over, hamburger still in hand,” Emmm” Kuroo said, not knowing how to answer,” If you want to date her-”,” Mikey, enough. I don't want to date anyone at the moment” you said walking away from the group, Emma following you,” Did she tell you about us?” Draken asked,” Yeah, but I guess me asking her out fell through” he admitted,” Baji and her, were a dream couple, young yes, but everyone could see that they were meant to be. Give her time, to heal and maybe she wants to date you” Takemitchi said patting Kuroo’s back as he couldn't reach the Captain’s shoulder,” Wait, she dated Baji?” he said shocked,” Yes? I thought she told you everything”,” Well, she left that out” Kuroo said.

“Emma, I really do like him but Baji... he was my everything, I can’t just date Kuroo. If Baji didn’t die, I would still be with him, get married as soon as we left high school, opened our own pet shop, just be happy” you said sadly as Emma rubbed your back,” I know, I bet Baji even looked into weddings ring already, maybe find a law which allows the two of you to get married already” she chuckled making you laugh as well,” He was crazy for you, he loved making you happy. And he wants you to be happy, even if it wasn't with him, Kuroo seems like a nice guy from what you told me” Emma said,” It’s been only a month though since he died” Emma sighed and stroked your cheek,” Hey, Emma, can you give me and y/n a moment” Chifuyu said,”Emm sure” she said getting up,” Hey” he said softly,” Hey”,” Kuroo seems like a nice guy if isn’t throwing snide remarks at people mostly Mikey, who lucky enough for him was busy eating and then fell as sleep”,” He reminds me of Baji a bit, just the violence was replaced with snideness” you joked,” You like him, don’t you”,” Yeah and that’s my problem, Bali’s is dead for only a month and I already like someone else. I feel like-”,” a normal person, don’t feel bad about yourself. Baji wouldn't have wanted that, he hates seeing his Princess sad” he nudged you making you smile,” Here, Baji’s mom found in his things” he handed you a small bag, inside was your Toman jacket, you and Baji always wore each other's jackets so that everyone knew that you belonged to each other,” It still smells like him” you smiled tracing the laters of your name,” Look inside of the pocket” he said, you pulled a letter,” I can stay if you like?”,” Can you read it out to me, please?” Chifuyu nodded and gently took the letter from you.

To my Princess,

I know this sounds cliche but if you are reading this I’m probably dead. I want you to know that I would never betray Toman, but Kisaki is planning something and I want to find out what before telling Mikey, but that’s not why I’m writing you this. When I first saw you enter Mikey’s grandfather's dojo, I fell for you, I remember your hair being in pigtails, your mom holding your hand as you walked in nervously as you were the only girl in the dojo. I was so nervous talking to you, but Mikey helped by making his grandfather pair you up with me. I admit I made you win, but it was worth it being made fun of by the boys just to see your perfect smile. My mom still makes fun of me, she calls me a simp as she knows that I would do anything to make you smile, even if it meant studying. Mom even helped me to plan our first date, which went good until those Moebius guys showed up and caused trouble. I was worried that you get hurt as you were so tiny compared to them but you kicked their asses so well, I was so proud, that I just needed to kiss you. Your lips were just as imagined, perfect. People including my mom said I was rushing things when I said I wanted to marry you the second we finish high school, but I knew I found my soulmate in you. But unfortunately, this can't happen anymore, and I’m sorry Princess, that can't see you in a white dress, see you become a vet and open our pet shop together, have children but only if you wanted them. I’m sorry that I can’t be there when you are sad, but I don't want you to be sad, so please find someone who will treat you like deserve to be treated. Please take care of mom for me as well, she really likes you but not as much as I do. I will always be looking over you. Also yes, I already looked for rings and found one, please wear it, so you always have a piece of me with you. It belonged to my grandmother, Mom found it in the attic and gave it to me.

Love

Keisuke Baji.

Tears pooled in your eyes,” So that’s why he wanted me to delete his browser history” Chifuyu chuckled making you smile slightly,” It’s beautiful” you said as Chifuyu handed you the ring. It was simple, gold with an Opel stone in the middle, and around it was small flowers. You slipped it onto your ring finger, and it fitted perfectly,” Now, I just miss him more” you admitted pulling the jacket closer to you, taking in his scent,” But it gives clarity”

“Eye patch, told me you wanted to speak to me?” Kuroo said,” Yeah, Kuroo first I’m sorry for not telling you about Baji and me and second I'm not ready to move on yet, I do really like you and maybe it’s because as you physically remind me of him, the black hair, lean but muscular figure, the cat-like eyes” Kuroo listened carefully,” I also don't want to drag you into this gang culture, I can't quite just know. I don't know if ever can but-”,” It’s okay y/n, I like you as well, I get it a lot of things are happening at the moment, I also need to focus on nationals right now. The only thing I ask for is for you to stay as our manager since you joined the fighting slowed down mostly between Kenma and Yamamoto”,” Of course, I stay, I really looking forward to the battle of the garbage dump” you teased,” It’s a battle not to be missed” he smiled,” Did someone say battle” Mikey asked,” Kuroo will be attending the nationals for volleyball”,” Oooh can we come” the Toman leader said,” Sure” Kuroo said.

10 years later

“A little bit to the left, left Chifuyu, that’s right. How did you become a pilot if you don't know left from the right” you said rubbing your stomach,” Hey, be nice to the person helping you out on your opening” the now dark-haired Chifuyu said,” I would have asked Kuroo but he’s busy with promotions with the Volleyball team, Draken and Emma are still on holiday with the kids and Mikey is well probably sleeping” you chuckled,” It’s also not just the opening of my pet shop/vet but also Kazutora will be realised today” you smiled,” Is that the reason Mitsuya can't come either, busy designing another dress for you?”,” Well for who else” you giggled,” Hey Keisuke, calm down. My poor bladder” you said,” Maybe naming our child after Baji wasn't a good idea, he already got his sense of destruction” Chifuyu joked,” haha, very funny” you stuck your tongue at your friend, you played with the Opel ring around your neck looking at the store,” It’s finally happening Baji, our dream came through” you smiled when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you,” Well you did work hard for it baby” Kuroo said kissing your cheek,”Hey Kei, it’s Daddy, did you behave for Mommy?” he asked your belly receiving a kick in response,” I think we got a football player on our hands”,” You mean Volleyball, a Volleyball player” you rolled your eyes playfully,”Of course, so long he doesn't cause trouble as his namesake, I would be fine with whatever” you smiled,” Same but he will be a Volleyball player. The store looks great by the way” he complimented,” Thanks, your wife is very bossy, more than she was in her teens” Chifuyu teased,” Hey guys, did I miss something?” Mikey asked, he rubbed his eyes and took a bite of his cookie,” Yeah, the banner, you idiot” you tapped his forehead making him frown,” Sorry, the martial arts class took longer than usual” he said,” Hot mom?” Mitsuya said,” You know it, Yoga instructor as well” he smirked,” Lucky guy,” Mitsuya said,” Here is the dress, my best maternity looks so far” he said handing you the dress,” Isn’t it crazy, who things changed over the last few years. Kazutora will be realised soon and be working for me, so will Takemitchi, Hina finds Vet’s hot apparently,” you said making everyone laugh,” Yeah, it’s crazy, thanks for sticking by me guys,” Mikey said,” Always, Toman might not exist as it used to be but it always be us,” you said,” Also thanks Kuroo, for making me happy again” you looked up at him,” Thanks for letting me make you happy” he kissed your forehead.

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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She’s Baby - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, crack

Summary: On a mission, Y/N gets hit with a quirk. Basically, she returns back to being a baby. And obviously, her boyfriend is left to take care of her.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: Y/N has the Cheshire quirk I mentioned in another post. The main thing you’ll need to know is that she can teleport and she can shape shift into any feline creature.

“......What am I looking at right now?”

Bakugou stared down at the small child being held by Kirishima. She oddly resembled his own girlfriend, with the same E/C eyes and H/C hair. Kirishima stood nervously as he let out a chuckle while sweat dripped down his face.

“Uhh..this is your girlfriend Bakugou. Some things happened on the job with Fat Gum and now Y/N’s a baby,” Kirishima explained. It took a second to process but once Bakugou finally got it, he started cackling. He bursted out laughing with tears streaming down his face. He went to pull out his phone and took a picture of your baby form, which was currently chewing on her foot through her pink onesie.

“Hehe, cute.” He whispered to himself as he looked at the photo.

“Ehem, anyways. Considering you’re in a relationship with Y/N, we decided to have you be her caretaker until she returns back to normal, which should be in just a few hours.” At his teacher’s words, Bakugou’s eyes popped.

“What?! Do I look like some damn babysitter to you?!” The blonde screamed.

“No, you look like her boyfriend. So man up and deal with her!” Kirishima said as he shoved you into your boyfriend’s arms and shut his dorm room door. Bakugou grunted and sighed before he looked down at baby you in his arms, he softly smiled down at your cute form that was cooing at him and reaching for his face.

“If our future kids look anything like you, they’re gonna be cute as fuck.” He said as he tickled your tummy.

—

After a few hours of having baby Y/N in his dorm room, Bakugou thought it’d be a good idea to get you both some food. A healthy meal made by the Japanese Gordon Ramsey himself should suffice.

Bakugou walked out of his room with you, not in his arms, but you standing on his shoulder, tugging on his blonde locks. Your baby form apparently loved high perches, which made sense due to your quirk being cat-related. As the two of you made it to the common rooms, the students of class 1-A took notice of the oh-so casual Bakugou that held a baby-you atop of his head.

“Uhh, Bakugou? You have a baby on your head.” Kaminari mentioned from the couch.

“I’m aware, Dunce Face.” Bakugou said as he entered the kitchen. “It’s just Y/N. She got hit with a quirk and now she’s like this.”

“Ohh, she’s so cute!” Mina said as she walked up to you two and took you away from Bakugou.

“Hey! Give her back!” Bakugou said as he reached for you. Mina moved back to dodge his attempt and succeeded.

“No! I wanna hold her! You’ve been with her all day!” Mina argued.

“Because Mr. Aizawa told me I had to take care of her!” Bakugou replied.

“Well if you don’t want to then I’ll happily do it!” Mina said.

“No! She’s my girlfriend so give her back!” Bakugou said, finally successfully getting a hold on you.

“She’s my best friend so let me have her!” Mina said as she jumped on Bakugou. Unfortunately, they both fell to the floor and landed next to each other on their backs. As he fell, you flew out of Bakugou’s grip and everybody looked to your falling baby form and gasped. “Oh no!”

Before you landed, your body teleported next to Bakugou. Your boyfriend looked at you in shock before grabbing onto you. “Shit! You scared me, Y/N.”

“Woah! She can still use her quirk?” Sero said as he walked to you three.

“I guess,” Bakugou replied.

“You guess?!” Mina said. “So she could’ve fallen and you weren’t gonna do a thing about it?!”

“It all happened so fast, okay?! And besides, I didn’t see your dumbass doing anything!” He argued as he held you against his chest.

“Because I was on the floor!” Mina argued.

“And that was your fucking fault!” The blonde said before he got up. He perched you on his hip as he grabbed ingredients to make a simple dish. He began cooking while still holding onto you and while some students offered to hold you so that he could focus on the meal, he only growled at everyone’s attempt to take you away from him. He refused to let anyone but him hold you after that almost falling fiasco.

—

Finally, it was time to feed you! Unfortunately everything Bakugou made wasn’t to your liking. Udon? No. Tamago Sushi? No. Curry? No. Oyakodon? Nope! Eventually he gave up and brought you to the supermarket so you could pick out some baby food. While you looked for food, your boyfriend couldn’t help but notice the stares he was getting.

‘These damn idiots must think I’m her daddy or something....well in a way I guess they’re right,’ the hormonal teen joked to himself ‘but I’m not no damn teen father!’ Bakugou went back to searching for something for you to eat and gagged as he looked at all the jars of mush.

‘Peas and Carrots. Spinach. Chicken and Rice. Gross. Who would feed a baby this shit?’ He thought. He held you in his arms as he watched you reach for a red-ish, pink paste in a jar. You smiled as you held it up to him while he read the label. “Dragonfruit and Chia Seeds..doesn’t sound half bad. Alright brat, let’s go,”

—

Back at the dorms, Bakugou set you in the common room couch. He would’ve put you in the kitchen, but there were no booster seats and that put you at a safety risk. The couch was the next best thing. Low to the ground, soft cushions, and you would have a carpeted fall if an instance were to happen.

While you got comfy on the couch, Bakugou took a seat infront of you on the coffee table. He pulled out the small jar of food along with a baby spoon and that’s when his group of friends walked in.

“Hey man! Whatchu’ doing with lil Y/N?” Kirishima asked as he hunched over the couch to allow you to play with his hands.

“Just feeding the brat,” Bakugou said as he opened the jar. “C’mon Teddy Bear, you gotta eat.”

Kaminari snickered at the pet name. “You’re still calling her ‘Teddy Bear?’”

“Yeah? She’s still my girlfriend dunce face!” The ash blonde said waving the spoon around. “She’s just, in a different body.”

“Yeah, a baby body,” Mina teased with a laugh. The Bakusquad (minus Bakugou) all laughed with her.

“Well at least I’m not calling her ‘babe’ or anything like that!” He reacted fiercely. “Whatever, Y/N, just eat the food.”

You looked at the spoonful of mush that your boyfriend was offering you and after staring at it for a hot minute, you smacked it out of your face. The scoop of food landed against the wall making a splat sound. The group of teens all looked at you in shock as you just laughed and clapped your hands together in excitement.

Bakugou was getting irked as he knew what was coming. But there’s no way, right? This kind of stuff only happened in TV. Right?

—

He was wrong. The jar was empty, but Y/N wasn’t full of any food. She had flung spoonfuls of dragonfruit on the walls, the ceiling, the floors, and the Bakusquad. You were the only thing in the room that was clean. The group of friends all stood covered in pinkish blotches as they circled you. They now all had a spoon that held the last bits of food. They were going to feed you. No matter what it took.

“Go!” Sero screamed and the friends all jumped into action. Kirishima dove in first but you teleported out of the way. He spilled his spoon as he hit the ground. When you reappeared, you looked to your left and saw Kaminari standing there. He smirked down at you with a crazed grin and when he tried to grab you, you transformed into a little kitten and knocked the spoon out of his hand, dropping its contents. You transformed back into your baby state and there, you met Sero. Not because he was standing there, but because the mad man was swinging with his tape trying to get to you. You once again teleported and he crashed into the wall, obviously getting the small amount of food on there as well. You stood on the kitchen island and Mina popped up behind you and got a hold on you. She successfully got the food into your mouth and smiled at the sight. She held you up in victory and the squad all cheered. Unfortunately, as Mina brought you closer to her face level, she looked at you and you spit the food right back into her face.

“Ah!” She screamed at the feeling of having baby mush in her eyes and dropped you. You teleported again and stood on the coffee table. There, Bakugou gently picked you up in his arms and cradled you. You fussed but he held the spoon in front of you and begged you to eat.

“Please Y/N. Just eat the damn mush.” He softly spoke. You looked up to your boyfriend who stared down at you with pleading eyes and you kindly took the spoon into your mouth, swallowing the food. The squad cheered again while Bakugou contently sighed in relief. He pecked your forehead before putting the spoon in the sink. “Hey Pinkie, mind giving Y/N a bath while I clean the place up?”

“Why me?” Mina asked, wiping her face.

“Because you’re both girls?” Bakugou said, looking at her as if she was dumb.

“So? You’re her boyfriend. Are we gonna act like you haven’t seen Y/N naked yet?” Mina said, smirking at the blushing blonde with a hand on her hip.

“S-Shut up! And this is different! I’m not looking at her bare baby body!” Bakugou complained while looking flustered with red cheeks.

“Fine, fine,” Mina said as she walked to Bakugou, taking you from him. You whined at the loss of touch from Bakugou and reached out for him with sad eyes and grabby hands. He smiled down at you and played with your baby hands.

“Relax you damn brat,” he said with a soft smile, “it’s just for a little bit. Okay?” He asked and you cooed at him, almost as if you were telling him you understood. He kissed your forehead before going off to clean the room while Mina walked away with you to give you a bath.

—

Mina returned with a clean baby in new clothes that she had Momo made. She gave you back to Katsuki who was waiting for you on the now clean couch. Once you were in Katsuki’s hold, you giggled and reached for his face. He smiled and leaned forward to allow you to squish his cheeks, just like how you would if you weren’t a baby.

“Yup, you’re definitely Y/N.” He chuckled before giving you another forehead kiss. The Bakusquad all sat with him again and watched their friend interact with the mini you. Kaminari was sitting next to Bakugou and kept trying to play with you, and you definitely enjoyed the electric blonde’s entertainment.

“Hewo there my baby waby~” Denki cooed in baby talk as he tickled your chin. “Our lil coco-moco-chucka-wucka-OW!” You bit his finger. The squad all laughed at the sight and even the bitten blonde chuckled before petting your baby head...in hesitation of course. Bakugou laughed before bouncing you in his arms to get more comfortable. He leaned back on the couch and you crawled up to his upper chest and got comfy. He held a hand below you to make sure you didn’t fall as he smiled in content. It was an adorable sight, truly.

“You know man, you’d make a pretty good dad.” His best friend said. Bakugou looked towards Kirishima with a weird face.

“Ugh, Shitty Hair, this is my girlfriend, not my daughter.” He said, rubbing your tiny back.

“Yeah we know, but the way you interact with her baby form, you’d make a great father!” Mina said. “And plus, we all see how Y/N is around children. Kids love her. You guys would be really good parents.”

The thought of you and him being parents put a blush on his face. You, him, a mini Y/N and a mini Katsuki. A dog with a big yard in the back of a big house once you guys are big shot pros. Sounds like a dream to Katsuki. He snapped out of his daydream once his friends all awed at him for blushing and smiling as it was obvious to what he was thinking.

“Shut up you idiots! We’re going to bed!” The ash blonde said before getting up and carrying you back to his room. He placed you down on the bed before turning around to get some sleeping clothes for himself. As his back was turned, a white glow went on behind him and when he turned back around, he saw you in your normal form, naked under his blankets.

“Uh, Suki? You mind?” You asked with a little giggle. He smiled at you before handing you a big tee and a pair of his compression shorts. You put that on and once again got comfy under the sheets. Bakugou got dressed for bed and joined you by jumping into the sheets.

He covered you in kisses and you giggled at his touch. “I missed you baby.”

Man did it feel good for Katsuki to call you that again and not have it be weird. “I wish I could say the same but it feels like I just saw you before I left for the job.”

“Well, you were with me the whole day. I guess that quirk just puts your brain on pause for a bit while you’re in baby form so it makes sense that the last thing you remember is the battle.” He said.

“I still can’t believe I was a baby. Bleh. Tell me about it!” You giggled. He laughed with you in his arms.

“Uh, I don’t fucking know. You were a cute kid.” He mentioned.

“Were? Baby, I’m still cute.” You said with sass and flipped your hair, he laughed at you again and kissed your cheek in agreement.

“Yeah, you are. But baby-you was really adorable. You almost fell but surprisingly your quirk still worked and you knew how to control it so you were safe.” He told you, but you pushed his chest away to look at his face.

“You almost dropped me?! Katsuki!” You yelled at your boyfriend.

“I know! I know! But, you didn’t fall!” He replied. You only huffed and sighed before having him continue,

“Anyways. Then I had to feed you but your picky ass wouldn’t take anything I made. Which is weird because you love my cooking. Mini you just wanted to be a pain in the ass.” He said ruffling your hair. “So I took you to the store and everyone there thought I was some teen fucking dad or some shit!”

“Wow Katsuki~ I didn’t know you had kids. Who’s the mom?” You teased.

“Shut up, dumbass.” He said with an eye roll, “besides, if I were to have a kid with anyone, it has to be you. I’m not putting a kid in anybody else. I refuse.”

That made you giggle and you felt the heat rush to your face. “Same here Katsuki. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

A comforting silence came over the two of you as you remained cuddled in his arms. A few minutes of silence and Katsuki finally asked his burning question. “Um...how would you feel..about growing up with me? And getting married. And-..I don’t know, kids?”

His breath got stuck in his throat as he waited for your answer. You looked up at him with a sweet face before giving him a loving smile and peck on the cheek. “I only want my future to be with you, Katsuki.”

He smiled again and kissed your lips. “Same here, Teddy Bear.”

A/N: Horrible ending but..whateva i guess :/

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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years ago

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New Student, New Friend

Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader

Word Count: 2,751

Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”

#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!

Posted: 9/10/21

Masterlist

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~*~*~ = time skip

(Y/n) = first name

(L/n) = last name

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~*~*~ = POV change

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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.

"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"

"Nice to not know someone for a change - "

Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.

It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.

Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.

James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."

Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.

The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.

"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.

He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.

He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.

"Levipeds!"

Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.

James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"

He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.

"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.

His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.

This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.

"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.

"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.

She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.

His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.

She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.

"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"

For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."

Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"

Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."

"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"

She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."

"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"

For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"

"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"

He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.

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They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.

"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."

The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."

The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.

"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.

"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"

She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.

"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"

Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.

The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."

Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.

~*~*~

You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.

You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.

You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.

The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.

You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"

People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.

"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.

What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.

"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."

You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”

“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.

Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.

Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."

You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.

"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."

You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."

Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.

Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”

This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d’ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.

Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”

Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”

You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.

The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.

You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.

You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"

His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”

As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.

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Masterlist

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General taglist:

@setsuna-meiou31

@severuslovebot

@bionic-otp

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Epilogue

*** Back due to popular demand, here is a little epilogue for what happened at school the next day after pt. 2 Enjoy! - B***

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Discussions about scenting and non-consensual physical contact. PART ONE, PART TWO

The next day of school was...interesting to say the least. For starters, the brothers refused to leave your side. There was one of them lingering near you at all times. Some of them had the decency to try and be subtle. Satan would just happen to be studying in the same room as you, or Belphie was napping and was wondering if you could keep an eye on his things while he did. But then there were the others who were more than obvious. Mammon and Asmodeus both had to pried off of your arms by Lucifer to get them to actually go to their own classes. Leviathan, despite usually doing his classes at home in his room, actually attended school that day and insisted that he needed your help finding a few rooms here and there. The normally sweet and friendly Beel was glaring at any lower demon that so much as looked in your direction. And boy did they look. The moment you took a step into a classroom, you could see a number of lower demons flinch back at the combined strong sent of seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Everywhere you went, whispers seemed to follow you. There were undoubtedly rumours about what you might have done in order to trick the brothers into favouring you; though you never heard any of them since no one dared to come within a ten-foot radius of you.

This bothered you a little at first. Being the center of attention, especially this kind of attention, was never fun to anybody. But by the end of the day, rather than being disheartened by it, you were just exhausted. Finally, the last class of the day had arrived; the one you had been dreading since the moment your alarm went off that morning - Magical Potions.

Beel shifted from foot to foot as the two of you lingered in the entrance. "Do you really have to go to this class? You could just skip and come get some snacks with me instead." You smiled sympathetically at Beel and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, Beel. Diavolo expects good things from his exchange students. I need to keep my grades high, or who knows what Lucifer will do as punishment." The redhead pouted. "Lucifer would understand, I think. All things considered." You snorted and began to walk into the classroom. "Go to your own class, Beel. You can come to get me afterwards, and walk me home with Mammon if you really want."

Beelzebub mumbled to himself, before turning and finally walking off. You entered the class, ignoring the few gasps and gaping stares that you got as you walked through the room, and took your seat. You had been setting up for another class of note-taking when the door opened once more. Standing in the doorway, staring at you with wide eyes, was Cane. The moment your eyes met, the shocked expression on his face instantly dissipated and he flashed you a charming smile. You could feel a bubble of annoyance and anger begin to rise within you. The cocky demon swaggered over and plopped down into his seat beside you. "Hey, there Dare Devil. You didn't get in too much trouble last night with the big bad Avatars did you?" as he spoke he draped an arm on the back of your chair.

You eyed his exposed wrist and pushed his arm off of your chair. It seemed not even the obvious scenting that was supposed to tell him to back off would get him to take a hint. "No, I didn't. Though they did tell me a few interesting things last night." Cane chuckled and leaned into his palm as he smirked at you. "I'm assuming it has something to do with the reason why you smell like hell-incarnate?"

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him. "I'm sure you'd rather I smell like you. Considering you apparently did your best to make that happen yesterday." Cane tensed for a moment, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Eventually, his expression fell into one of confusion as he frowned at you. "Are you talking about how I scented you? MC, do you really think I would do something like that without a good reason?" The frustration in you began to grow and grow inside you; somewhere across the school grounds, Satan sneezed. You weren't in the mood to have this talk now, and very much wished that your professor would hurry up and start the god damn class already. "I don't know you Cane. How am I supposed to know whether or not that's something you would do?" That stupid smug look on his face returned once more and you had to resist the urge to slap it off of him. "You seemed to know me well enough to go out with me yesterday. You didn't seem worried about whether or not I was too much of a stranger when we were dancing at the club and walking downtown late at night, where anything could've happened to a small little human like you," he chuckled as your face scrunched up in annoyance and leaned back into his chair. "I didn't scent you for any perverted reasons. I did it to keep you safe while we were out. I knew if you had my scent on you, you'd be less likely to get attacked, and I was right," he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Admittedly, I should've asked first, and that's on me. But I really just wanted to make sure that my new friend didn't get hurt." He was lying. He had to be. If that asshole seriously thought you were stupid enough to buy that lame excuse, he was extremely wrong. You opened your mouth to tell him as much but were interrupted by a familiar deep voice clearing their throat behind you. "That is the worse excuse I've ever heard, and I live with Mammon." Cane stiffened in front of you before he looked up to meet the glaring eyes of Lucifer, and smiled. "Lord Lucifer, I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. I would never lie, especially not to a friend like MC." The classroom seemed to be on the edge of their seats as everyone quickly picked up on the showdown that was happening right in front of them. One lower demon of gluttony even pulled out a bag of popcorn. Lucifer tsked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do not insult mine and MC's intelligence like that. Sure scenting can be helpful to ward off other demons, but only if the scent is associated with a more powerful demon. Nobody would blink an eye at anything coated in your weak, disgusting scent." Cane scoffed and tilted his head. "Evidently you did last night. Don't think I didn't notice you and your brother's reactions." This gained a few gasps from your classmates. No one could believe that someone, that wasn't his brothers, was actually trying to stand up against Lucifer. The idea itself was insane. Even seeing it in front of their own eyes, most could hardly believe it, yourself included. Lucifer maintained his indifferent expression and raised an eyebrow at Cane. "You mistook our irritation and disbelief that someone would be so stupid as to even attempt scenting our charge for being even the slightest bit phased by you," he took a step closer to Cane, bending down to be eye level with him. "You should consider yourself lucky it was Asmodeus and myself that got to the two of you first. Should it have been one of my more reckless brothers, you would've been nothing but a pile of ribbons in our driveway," Lucifer's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as Cane gulped and took a step back. The Morningstar grinned dangerously. "MC is our charge. They are our family and our responsibility. Unlike you, we actually got their permission to be scented and bonded to them last night; meaning my brothers are more protective than ever. I would never stoop so low as to waste my energy on a pitiful excuse for a demon-like yourself. But I know for a fact, that Beelzebub eats demons like you as a snack on

days when he is particularly famished. Satan occasionally brings one home for his latest experiments. Belphegor has torn through an entire percentage of them when he hasn't gotten enough sleep. Asmodeus is surprisingly prone to temper tantrums and fits of jealousy. Leviathan drowns anyone that disrespects the things that he loves. And Mammon doesn't take too kindly to people touching things that he considers his." Cane's hands balled into fists, but even then, the tremble in them was still glaringly obvious. Lucifer remained unphased and unmoved by the reactions he was pulling from his victim; though anyone could sense the air of utter glee that was exuding off of him. "If I were you, Cane, I would sleep with one eye open." The teacher finally walked in and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of them. "Lord Lucifer, is there a reason you are harassing my student?" Cane whimpered as Lucifer smirked at him before standing straight and turning to the teacher. "Not at all, professor. I am actually here to inform you that MC will no longer be enrolled in this class." You whipped your head up to look at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "The student council has realized it would be a much better decision to have the exchange students more knowledgable to the ways and customs of demons during their visit here, so MC will be enrolled in Devildom Culture Studies instead. We wouldn't want someone to take advantage of them just because they were taught our ways, now would we?" The last line was spoken coldly and pointedly as though to drive in his threats to Cane. The teacher sighed but seemed to know that there was no point arguing and instructed you to gather your things. You did so happily and quickly. As you left the classroom and walked through your halls with Lucifer, you bumped him gently with your hip. "Thanks, Lucifer. You really are the best." His chest puffed up the slightest bit in pride as he continued walking forward with his hand still on your shoulder. "There is nothing to thank me for MC. I was just doing my duty as Vice-President of the student council to ensure that the exchange students are happy and safe." But even as he said the words, you knew that wasn't the case. You were MC. The human that wormed their way into the hearts of the seven strongest demons in the Devildom. For that reason alone, you were untouchable to all others, and Lucifer and his brothers would ensure that for as long as they breathed. And whoever disagreed would have to be ready to face the consequences.

TAGLIST: @henry-and-the-seven-lords

@hopefulann

@vampwiire

@bunna-does-stuff

@obey-mes-treasure

@obeythebutler

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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Practicum

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+ only, unbalanced/unhealthy relationships, student/teacher sex, tw.dubcon, tw.sub/dom dynamics, brat taming, fingering, masturbation, a table is pretty roughed up in this, so pls hold a brief moment of silence for it

Words: 12,857

“So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And...answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

You bite at your lip again and pass your gaze from his amused expression to the bland cover of the textbook, debating your next move, trying to walk yourself through all the ups and downs. It’s too simple; too easy. It’s not like him. He’s got something else in mind, why else would he fucking look like that? It’s not a bad look. No, it’s a look that makes your stomach flip and head spin.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Notes: the title was selected because it’s got the word cum in it. ahhh, the things that crack me up. anyhow.

this is part of the BNHA Degeneracy server’s 9 to 5 collaboration! i had a ton of fun participating in this and thank you guys for making this so freaking awesome! special shoutout & thanks to @albinoburrito & @kugutsuu for their beta edits! this was a departure from what i usually write about and i appreciate all of your notes and help!

Practicum prac·ti·cum /ˈpraktəkəm/ noun a practical section of a course of study

It’s your senior year, they said. Live a little, they advised. Stop and take a breather, you’re practically home free! Take some easier classes. Focus on what’s in front of you, it’ll be over before you know it! On and on and on.

Spring semester is almost here. You’ve applied for graduation, the cap and gown ordered, and you have a shiny class ring sitting on your pinky. It’s in the bag. Just breeze through four more classes and you’re out. Well, it would be an easy shot, if you hadn’t put off this one class.

It always popped up, so it’s not like you could plead ignorance. Your advisor warned you, each quarterly meeting, that you needed to get it out of the way. Take it seriously, he cautioned, clacking out his notes, typing down that you’d failed to heed his sage advice, again. If you wait too long, you’re not going to get the professor that you want.

That was the other problem. You’re a procrastination superstar. If there was some kinda award for putting off assignments, you’d have won it ten times over. You liked the heart pounding race to the deadline, the sleepy boasts that you’d tackled the project within hours of its due date.

It’s a stupid habit. Every semester you promise yourself that you’ll do better. You won’t wait, you’ll tackle things one assignment at a time and turn them before the hard cut off at 11:59 pm. Who the fuck did you think you were kidding? Certainly not your friends, or your advisor. He could read you like a book. Hell, he’d even sent warnings.

‘Don’t forget about the deadline for senior registration!’

‘You don’t want to be on a waitlist. You especially don’t want to take one of the harder professors. These are freshman level classes, they’re designed to flunk undergrads. Don’t forget (Y/N), chew them up and spit them out tactics are employed.’

But you had. You’d set an alarm on your phone, then neglected to give it a title, so you’d only chuckled and smacked the chirping into silence that morning, snoozing the all important deadline away.

Fuck.

Most of the classes for biology are wait-listed. No, scratch that, all the classes for Intro to Genetic Biology are wait-listed. You opt into the waitlist for all of them, just in case, and a week later your phone alerts you that one has an open seat. Actually, it has several open seats, too many open seats to be natural. However, you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so for now, you’re enrolled in BIO 1208: Principles of Cell and Organismal Physiology - For Non-Science majors.

Perfect.

Yeah, no. You’d looked up the professor, since the whole open seat thing was still giving you the heebie-jeebies, and your heart dropped. You’ve heard of him, most of the student body has. His classes are notoriously small. Not because the university limited them, or planned for smaller class sizes. No, his classes are tiny because he is infamous for failing students.

Most, when they realize they’re scheduled for his bio classes, frantically drop, taking the withdrawal and praying for better luck next semester. Others, brave souls who think they can come out unscathed, attempt to grit their teeth and push through. But, by midterms, they’re war torn and haggard, shaking their heads and praying for a ‘C’, at best. Fewer still, pass.

This pedagogy isn’t a sign of good teaching; quite the opposite, in fact. You don’t want your student body failing. Yet, year after year, Professor Tomura Shigaraki keeps teaching the same Intro to Bio class. It boggles the mind, but you’ve never had to worry about it. Well, until now.

When you’d received the notification that you’re enrolled in the B section and spied the name Shigaraki under the professor listing, you’d scarfed down your suddenly flavorless lunch and dashed up the steps to the student advising hall, praying there was some way you could wiggle your way out of this growing disaster.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to take it earlier and to take it in the fall when there are more freshman level classes available. I swear I said that to you. And, AND, I even sent you emails, several times if my sent inbox is to be believed, to NOT forget when senior registration ends.”

Your advisor is peeved. You don’t blame him. He’s right, this is your fault, but there’s gotta be some kinda loophole. Something, fuck, anything, that can pull you from this mess.

“I know, I know! I’m so sorry. You’re right. But, I mean, can’t I just hold off for another week? See if the waitlist clears?”

The man that you’ve known for four years, that’s seen you progress from freshman to senior, steeples his long fingers and purses his lips, likely debating on a tactful scolding, or a firm rebuttal. He takes a deep breath and you can’t help but sink into the soft cushioning of the chair, your nose wrinkled and brow furrowed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

“Do you know how many students we require to take BIO 1208?”

“No,” you gulp, nibbling on your lower lip nervously.

“Over 7,000. Do you want to hear the statistics that would need to shake out in your favor for you to miraculously avoid taking this specific class? Nothing is going to open for you, it is this class, or no class.”

You sigh, and your advisor nods, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “Well then, I suggest you brush up on your study skills. Find a classmate that you can compare notes with, join a study group, go to the student union and ask for a tutor. I would hate to see you back here for the summer semester. You’re scheduled to walk the stage this spring and you’ve worked hard for this, so don’t fuck it up, okay?”

You’ve attended this university for four years, but the first day of term always gives you the jitters. It doesn’t matter that you know your way around, or that you know ten professors by name, and bump into several friends on the way to your next building, you’re always buried in your phone, checking and double checking the next class’ room number.

Despite all that caution, you’re lost.

In your defense, it’s your first time stepping foot in the Graduate & Research building and the whole concrete block is a fucking maze. There must be a basement because the numbers don’t match up with the floors and they seem to jumble further every time you round a corner. Like what the hell? How can this next room be GR 3.03.05 when this is clearly only the second floor and GR 2.03.11 was right down that other hallway?

Exasperated, you lean against the nearest wall and tug your phone out again. Shit. Class started ten minutes ago.

Part of you wants to call it a day, end the search here and try again on Wednesday. Maybe take a few extra minutes to scout out the building next time and have some idea of where you’re going before the start of class.

Ugh, why is this so stressful?

It’s the first day of classes. Surely Professor Shigaraki won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late; besides, if you’re lost, others must be too.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket and resume the hunt. Two hallway turns later, you find your mark.

Your hand pauses beside the heavy wood, and you take a steadying breath. Again, why are you so nervous? Just go in and take a seat, it’s easy, stop freaking out over nothing.

The door groans open, hinges protesting the sharp push, and you stumble into a darkened room. The low glow of the projector doesn’t help your blurry vision. Ah, shit, it’s one of those older rooms, so it’s built like a bad movie theater. Oh well, better get to a seat before he spots you.

Swiftly, you make your way toward the raised steps of the aisle and the second row of chairs, plopping into the first one you reach that’s empty. You’re too busy fiddling with the zipper of your backpack to notice that the speaker has stopped his rasping preamble, but as you pull your laptop out the ominous weight of that heavy silence hits you and you toss a hooded stare toward the front of the lecture hall.

Immediately, your eyes land on the professor’s and you feel a low shiver shake up your spine.

He’s watching you.

The gleam of the overhead projector makes his red eyes flash, and he openly scowls at your gaping expression, his lips curling into a dark sneer.

“Well, thank you for joining us, Miss…?”

He’s waiting for your response and you squeak out your last name, mindlessly rubbing your moistening palms against your thin skirt.

“Ah, Ms. (L/N). Now that you’ve graced the class with your belated presence, may I continue?”

“Uh,” you gasp out, your mouth dry, tongue sticking to your teeth, “I’m sorry. I got–”

“I didn’t ask for an explanation, or in your case, an excuse. Or are you now attempting to disrupt this class purposefully?”

“Wha– I-I’m–” your words stumble to a halt, voice failing under the intense glare that he’s giving you. “No,” you finish lamely, ducking your head, nails digging into your sweaty palms.

“Thank you. Do me a favor, stay after class.” His voice is gravel, threatening and low. You don’t like the edge in his tone. It makes your skin prickle and your knees knock. He sounds like the kind of guy that you don’t want to run into in a dark alleyway, or a classroom, for that matter. Even so, it’s not your fault, and despite your feelings of unease, you can’t tamp down your need to protest his unreasonableness.

“But, professor, I didn’t mean to–”

“If I need to repeat my insistence for silence, I’ll make things easier on both of us and fail you now.”

Stunned and fuming, you bite your tongue and lean back into your chair, crossing your arms and blinking back mounting tears of frustration. Great, just great. It’s the first fucking day of class and it looks like you’re already on his shit list. And for what? For being late on fucking syllabus day! What an ass.

You look over at him as you defiantly finish setting up your computer, hoping each pull of a zipper or screen reboot will grate under his stuck up skin. He’s not inordinately tall, or old. In fact, he looks like he might only be in early 30s. He has long white hair that’s pulled back into a low ponytail and, from what you can make out in the dim lighting, some kinda skin condition on his forehead. That, or he’s prematurely wrinkled, and let’s be honest, if he’s gone through life with that big of a stick up his ass, he deserves each and every pull on that mottled skin of his.

You linger in your seat when class is over, lips pulled into a thin line and legs crossed. Finally, when the last student has left the room, professor Shigaraki flips a switch beside his elevated podium, filling the lecture hall with a sharp, fluorescent light. He pauses by his raised computer system and clicks off the overhead projector, blanketing the massive room in an uncomfortable silence.

“Since you missed the part of class where I go over the syllabus, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Under no circumstances will I tolerate tardiness. If you do it once more I’ll mark you absent and three absences knock you down a full letter grade.”

Glumly, you cross your arms and peer up at him, finally able to get a good look at his face. Your first observation was correct. His skin is sharper around his forehead, but his wavy white hair does a pretty decent job of covering up the imperfections. He has two scars: one nicks across his right eye and the other splits down his rough lips, parting the skin and granting him an even more foreboding appearance than his already gruff demeanor does. He’s dressed in a dark pair of jeans and he’s wearing a low slung v neck shirt. It’s a brilliant red and it brings out that otherworldly glint of his red eyes. Shit, you think bitterly, while he’s not conventionally handsome, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes either.

You shake your head against these unproductive musings and curtly snap out a clipped, ok.

“What was that?” Shigaraki scoffs, tilting his head at your sullen figure. “Speak up.”

“I said,” you bristle, eyes narrowing and chin lifting, “Okay, I apologize for interrupting your lecture, it won’t happen again. But, in my defense, if I’m allowed to do that in this class, I’ve never been in this building before, and it’s not like–”

“You’re a senior, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Then you’ve had four years to figure out the layout of this university. The excuse of ‘being lost,’ isn’t an option for you. You know the buildings and you’re fully capable of turning up early to sort out the rooms.”

You let out a long sigh and look away, mumbling vague protests. This guy is ridiculous. You’re not a science major and it’s not your job to know the ins and outs of each building. How fucking stupid. Who does he think he–

“Speak up. I won’t ask you again.”

You bite your lip and look back at him but he’s moved in that distracted moment, silently stepping down from his raised platform and is now leaning over the first row of chairs, looming over you. You can’t help your sudden flinch as you sink further into your chair, away from him.

“If you’re gonna complain, Ms. (L/N), I’d much rather hear it. Don’t you think It’s rude for you to mutter under your breath about me? You don’t see me doing that to you.”

“Fine,” you blurt out, turning away from his insistent, and all too close, gaze. “I was saying that I’m not a science major. I get that I’m a senior, but you can’t seriously expect me to know every nook and cranny of this campus.”

“No, but I can ask for you to be a little more thoughtful. I put time and effort into my lessons and I won’t have you undermining them by bouncing in here with those legs and that flouncy little skirt.”

You’re about to counter his little haughty speech on politeness when you finally process that final comment he’d breathed out. Flabbergasted, you raise your head back to his, but he’s already moving away, snatching up his shoulder bag and waving you a curt goodbye as he presses open the squeaky door. “Next class is at 10 am sharp, so be on time Ms. (L/N).”

You’re still slumped in your seat when the door glides shut again, your eyes wide and jaw no doubt comically unhinged.

Wait. Did…did he really just say that?

Obviously, for the next class, you’re early. You’re so early that you’re the first one in the lecture hall. You select a seat toward the back and fiddle with your computer, checking your messages, adjusting your brightness, replying to old emails, anything to keep your head down and attention occupied.

The door opens and, despite your best efforts, your head flies up, expectant and tense, ready to meet those red eyes of his head on, to show him you’re here and he better… oh. It’s not him. It’s two chattering freshmen. One of them gives you a quick smile, but they both quickly take their seats, a few rows over, and continue their soft conversation, leaving you to fall back onto your earlier distraction tactics. You twiddle with your phone and shoot off a few texts, change your wallpaper, accidentally close an app you meant to leave open, and then the lecture hall door reopens.

He steps in slowly, completely ignoring you and the other scattered students, opting to sort out a few papers and set up his login on the school computer. The minutes tick by and you can’t seem to jerk your eyes away from him, suddenly fascinated by his languid movements. He looks more relaxed than he did on Monday, looser and fluid, completely in his element. True to his word, at ten am on the dot he begins class.

Professor Shigaraki has an interesting voice. It’s low, calculated, bordering on a rasp. It’s one of those tones that makes you want to lean forward and listen up, even though he’s only discussing cellular biology. Which isn’t exactly the sexiest topic for that shockingly dulcet timbre of his.

Wait. Sexy?

Your pen falters against your notebook, and your eyes drift up to his frame. He’s switched the lights off again and the shine of the overhead projector is the only illumination in the hall. His white hair gleams in the dim lighting and his long hands animatedly illustrate his points, elegant fingers opening and closing, gesticulating about the intricate nature of the human genome. You’re so focused on watching his movements that your elbow partner has to push the slip of paper onto your collapsible desktop. You blink at the sheet, your pen nearly clattering from your hand, and you twist to peer at the unfamiliar student beside you.

“It’s the attendance sheet and, um, I think you’re the last one,” they whisper, careful to lean away after they finish their explanation, not wanting to draw professor Shigaraki’s ire. You maneuver the paper under your pen and scribble down your name, biting your lip and silently berating yourself for your poor selection in seating. Great, now you’ll have to take the paper down to him after class. What if he talks with you again? Shit.

At 11:25, class ends. You collect your things and plod down the steps, the attendance sheet clutched between your fingers. He’s just snapping the projector light off when you reach his podium.

“I, uhh, have the attendance. You want me to just leave it here, or…”

“I’ll take it,” his hand is extended toward you and those red eyes are fixed on you now. It’s not the same disgruntled stare he’d given you on Monday. No, this look is a little more curious. Again, you’re taken aback by your reaction to him. He’s not even saying anything, just patiently waiting for you to deposit the sheet into his open palm, but there’s something about him that’s making your heart race.

Maybe it’s those eyes of his.

They are an unusual color and they have a strange intensity to them. Right as they narrow, the vermillion shining under the sharp lights; you press the paper to him and he pulls it from you, studying the names that are listed.

You want to say something. Maybe toss him a quick, friendly, goodbye. Or apologize for the other day? Ugh. What can you even say? ‘Gosh, so glad I was on time today! All that fascinating information about the genetic code! So glad to be here!’ No, that sounds stupid and a little patronizing. Besides, why do you want to talk with him at all? He’s an ass, remember?

“Did you need something?”

His question snaps you out of your stupor and you numbly shake your head at him, already lowering your gaze, but his exhaled chuckle makes you pause, your fingers curling around your backpack straps.

“I know I upset you the other day, but I appreciate you taking the effort to correct your mistake.”

“Oh,” you breathe, your eyes finding their way back to his. “Yeah, well, like you said, I’m a senior. Gotta take responsibility for myself someday.”

“Ah,” he smirks, that long scar on his lip quirking upward. “Seems like you’ve got some determination after all. You might be more interesting than I gave you credit for.”

“God,” you scoff, popping out a hip and crossing your arms at the bemused leer on his face. “Just come right out and say you think I’m a bad student, why don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” he amends, tucking the attendance sheet into his shoulder bag and snapping the clasps closed. “There’s plenty of time for you to end up right back at square one with me.”

He’s already halfway out the door by the time you right yourself from the shock of his last comment and you follow him, a string of low curses falling from your lips.

The spring semester always flies by, and before you realize it, a full month has bled away. You’ve kept that same seat in Shigaraki’s class and at the end of each session you head down to his little platform, attendance sheet outstretched. Each day of class has a different ebb and flow. Sometimes he chats with you and it’s gotten easier to talk with him, both of your eyes holding and lingering, lips raised into calculating smiles. Sometimes it almost feels like he’s flirting with you. Other days he only spares you a curt nod, his white hair curtaining his expression from your curious gaze. You’re not bothered by these silences, not when you’ve got your secret weapon.

The days that you like best, the ones that you plan, sorting through your closet until you’ve found the perfect choice, are the days when you wear one of your skirts. You’d even gone on some skirt shopping sprees as of late. On those days he doesn’t just make some sort of fleeting eye contact with you, no, on those days he stares.

At first, you’d tested out your theory, staggering your outfits, careful to not screw up your suspicions with a hasty miscalculation, but as they say, the third time’s the charm. How did he expect you not to notice? He never bothers to hide those sharp ogles and recently you’ve made a point of dramatically gathering your things when you wear these cute little ensembles, bopping down the steps so his eyes have to work to follow the line of your hips and the long paths of your bare legs. One rainy afternoon you’d worn over the knee stockings, that came to an abrupt halt over the plush skin of your upper thigh, under your mini skirt and he’d practically leapt over the podium to grab the sheet from you, his eyes hooded and dark, almost wild.

“Test, on Friday,” he warns, eyes finally rising to meet your bemused expression. “Don’t stay out too late tonight.”

“What makes you say that?” you ask, brushing at a rogue fold in your skirt, luring him back to your legs.

He scoffs at you, that jagged scar arching into a smirk. “Humph. You’re dressed up. Most of the students just wear the sweats, or pjs, and call it a day.”

“I like to put a little effort in all that I do,” you retort, grinning up at his vermillion stare.

“Yes, so I’ve noticed. You certainly look the part…and you’re keeping up with the workload of this course.”

“Ahhh,” you crow, clapping your hands excitedly. “Are you saying I might get an ‘A’ in this class? Be the first time someone’s done that in a while, from what I’ve heard around campus.”

Shigaraki sneers and tuts out an inaudible reply, leaning a little closer to you, making you inadvertently fall back a step. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Awe,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m doing ok on all the quizzes and the classwork.”

“So far,” he taunts, his pearlescent hair falling over his broad shoulder.

“Tch. Don’t be like that. I’ve been studying.”

“Sometimes it takes more than that.”

“Oh?” you smile, raising your chin. “What else should I be doing, professor?”

“We’ll know that after Friday, won’t we?”

God.

You’d felt so confident when you’d turned in your test and that stupid, horrible, sexy little quirk of his lip scar that he sends you, when you’d handed him your papers, carries you on some strange, half aroused cloud all weekend. Maybe, just maybe, this class won’t be so bad after all.

The tests are handed back the following Friday, passed from row to row so everyone can fish out their papers and marked Scantrons. Yours, since you still occupy that final seat on the back row, is the last. Biting back a grin, you flip it over, so ready to see that A, that grade that you worked so fucking hard for, that… wait.

The gross flash of red across the top of your paper leaves you reeling, your breath catching against the back of your throat. It’s not a terrible grade, well, it wouldn’t be, but there are only three tests in this class, so it’s going to plummet you down to a B. One more fuck up will leave you with a C, or worse, an automatic failing grade.

No. No, no, no, no.

You can’t afford a bad grade, you honestly can’t even let yourself slip to a B. Your fucking cap and gown have just come in and with them that cord that you can wear around your neck at graduation. The one that marks you as honors cum laude. Fuck. You’re already pulling one B, in one of your other classes, because you’ve been focusing so much time and effort on this one. Another B will strip that cord from you, leaving you barren, with a less than ideal GPA.

God fucking damn it.

You glare up at Shigaraki, who’s busy taking the rest of the class through a review of genetic mutations, but you can’t hear him anymore, too incensed, too overwhelmed to even care about what he’s saying. The test crumples under your fingertips, the paper shaking in your hands, and you seethe, your teeth biting your lower lip to pieces.

It’s not fair. You’d paid attention. You’ve taken all the notes. Read all the chapters. Drilled and studied till your eyes had drooped, heavy with exhaustion. You’ve done it all right. Plus, he’d been so fucking flirty, so open with you. You’ve never chatted with a professor this way, never gone out of your way to wear clothes they like, that make them watch you, their eyes hungry pinpricks as you walk to them, mindful of the luscious sway of your hips.

No. Fuck him. Fuck this class.

Before your elbow classmate can leave, you ask for them to hand in the attendance sheet. You barely hear their response, too busy slamming your laptop into your backpack. As you storm past the podium, you can feel his eyes on you. The distant sensation of his gaze makes your flesh prickle, but you ignore your involuntary reaction and shove your way out the door.

“(Y/N), you can’t switch classes this late. It’s almost midterms. Besides, I don’t think anything has opened up and if you’re going to drop it, you’ve gotta get the signature of the professor,” your advisor tells you, blinking at your stony expression over his thick glasses. “I don’t get it. Why do you want to drop it? Your grades are alright and it’s just one test. You can always try–”

“Gimme the paperwork.”

Shigaraki’s office is on the top floor of the research building, tucked away down another winding and weaving hallway that once again requires your careful inspection to navigate. When you finally hit the right set of doors, you slowly make your way forward, counting the numbers up as you pass. His door is wide open, a yawning cavern that’s filled with the distant light of a lamp. You brush a hand down your skirt, smoothing away any wrinkles and steadying your nerves.

You’d tossed on the skirt this morning, before you’d gotten the grade, and you hadn’t thought to go home and change, too consumed by that simmering rage bubbling within you. And now, like this fucking class, this skirt felt like a mistake, something stupid and vapid that you wished you had time to change out of. He’d told you he liked your attire, liked that you put effort into your outfits. At the time, you’d been so thrilled and excited that he’d complimented you, but now you wish you were confronting him in baggy jeans or lazy sweats, anything that would turn that avid gaze of his away from you.

Lost in thought, you waver beside his open door, nibbling on your lips and tugging at your clothes. It’s now or never. No point in putting it off. What’s the worst that can happen? What can he do now? Or, a darker side of you whispers, what do you want him to do to you? What? That’s a stupid thought, you scold yourself, lifting a hand to the wall and rapping against the beige paint, announcing your presence.

When the sound fades away, swallowed up by the empty and darkened hallway, you poke your head around the corner, searching for him. His head is tilted quizzically, and he blinks twice when he spots you, that all too familiar smirk lifting his lips.

“Ah, Ms. (L/N), what can I do for you?”

His voice is softer than usual and your name sounds like honey, his tone resting on the syllables and consonants for a beat, almost as if he’s savoring their lift, their sound. You can’t help but swallow heavily at his appraisal. Suddenly this may be a terrible idea.

Ugh. Get a grip (Y/N).

“I-I need you to sign this withdrawal paperwork,” you finally reply, digging in your bag and tugging out the thin leaflet, holding it out to him. He’s silent after your demand, meditatively threading his fingers and peering up at you, his red eyes bright.

“Step inside and shut the door behind you,” he instructs, his gaze never falling from yours. Despite the simplicity of his request, you can’t help but bristle at his imperious tone. Why does he always have to sound like that? Like he’s seconds away from taking control of the situation, or of you? He’s always one stupid step ahead, and no doubt he’s going to try and talk you down. Or, he’ll sign it and say that he always knew you were a screw up, someone who only did things halfway, who could never match up to his lofty expectations. Humph, the sooner you’re outta here and out of his class, the better. So, you obey, closing the door and petulantly flopping into the unsteady chair that sits in front of his low desk.

He maintains that uneasy quiet, his red eyes whisking over your disgruntled face, waiting, watching. Unable to take this strange standoff, you push the university paperwork toward him, sliding it as close as you dare to his bent elbows. “I would like to withdraw from your class,” you repeat, lips setting into a thin line.

“Why?” he asks, cocking his head so his loose white hair falls a little further down his rough brow.

“Something came up.”

“Hmm, I can try to work with a new schedule, if it’s your job, or home life,” he counters, eyes narrowing as he sharpens his observations of your brittle expression.

“It’s not that,” you smart, crossing your arms. Great, he’s going to make this difficult.

“Then I suggest you tell me what’s on your mind,” Shigaraki replies, mirroring your movements and leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t think this class is working out for me.”

He exhales a soft laugh at your lie, and you watch that tiny mole at the edge of his chin lift in his quiet mirth. “This is a freshman level course and you’re a senior. You’re in my class because it’s likely the last pre-rec that you need to take before you graduate.”

“Um, yeah. But–”

“And now, you’re wanting to drop it because of one poor grade.”

You grind your teeth and fix him with a stark glower. “I–”

“There will be two other tests. If you read your syllabus, you’d know this.”

“I read the syllabus. Your tests are worth a stupid amount of points and it only takes one of them to tank my grade.”

“Frankly, you did better than most of the class. You only need to work on practical application. I said that the written portion would be a major component of the exam. I also provided you with a review and a rubric. So I’m not sure–”

“Your grade drops me to a ‘B’, and that ‘B’ pulls me from the honors list. And… well… I thought that…”

“Oh? What did you think?” he presses, his voice suddenly dropping to that lower octave it had drifted into when he said your last name.

“I thought I’d get a better grade,” you spit out, turning your head and biting at your lip again.

“Why?” he counters simply. His obtuseness is making your blood boil.

“What do you mean, why?” It takes all of your will to not slip a ‘jackass’ into that question.

“It’s not a hard thing to answer. I graded you fairly and according to my rubric. Why exactly do you feel you merit a different grade than the one you earned?”

You fall into a frustrated silence. You can hear your heart pounding against your ribs and you want to scream at him, to leap over his desk and shake him until his teeth fucking rattle. Your shoulders are rising and lowering disjointedly and his vermillion eyes are honed in on your face, shifting over your pinched expression with a distant interest. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes and you hastily rub a fist over them, brushing away any rogue drops of moisture.

“How can you ask me that? You think I didn’t notice you staring at my legs? Or that you always had something to say to me when I was wearing a skirt? What was I supposed to think, huh? I fucking thought shit like that was gonna help, ok? God, I’m so stupid. I can’t… fuck.”

Shigaraki arches forward when you finish, a deep sigh leaching through his parted lips. His teeth snap together when you look up at him, your eyes gaining back some of that earlier defiance, and he gives you a quick grin, clearly pleased by your shift in attitude and pushes your paper aside, fixing you with a dark look. “Here’s a thought, since you feel you’re so different, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a chance to make up the score.”

“I don’t care about the score anymore. I wanna drop your class,” you snap, but it’s a halfhearted barb. Something has changed in his demeanor. He’s dropped the concerned professor act and is leaning so close you can hear his steady intakes of air. He’s only a few inches away; if you want, you could touch him.

“I doubt you want to attend a class in the summer. Besides, they won’t let you walk if you haven’t finished your freshman level courses. And you can’t tell me you don’t want to graduate, to earn that cord that lets you into the honor cum laude. So stop pouting and hear me out. I think you’ll like what I have in mind.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever like anything about you,” your voice is sharper than you mean it to be, but the challenge makes Shigaraki smile. As it crosses his cracked lips, it pulls that scar up and it makes those eyes of his glow. He looks like the cat that’s got the cream and you’re not sure how to respond, so you cross your legs and wait for him to make the next move.

“You sure about that? Well, I’ll have to change your tune then, won’t I? But that can wait, lemme tell you what my requirements are. I’ve got a copy of the textbook in here. I’ll have you review some of the major concepts, you’ll read the passages aloud so I’m sure you’re on the right track, you’ll hand the book back to me, and then I’ll verbally quiz you over the material. If you answer them correctly, I’ll bump you to an ‘A’ on your test.”

You have to actively work to keep your mouth closed. “So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And… answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Your eyes boggle and you have to clench your thighs tighter, your stomach churning, you feel light-headed and you can feel your core fluttering with your sudden arousal. “Wh-what did you just say?”

“Stop gaping at me like that, you’ll make me blush. Now come on.”

Your jaw snaps closed and you shake your head, trying to clear your mind from your whirling emotions. He takes this reaction as a surrender and stands, stepping toward a marred table that rests a little ways away from his desk. He licks his thumb pad and flips through a few pages before finally settling on an appealing section. Once he places it on the table, he twists back to you and crooks a finger your way. “Come here,” he orders, his voice deep and languid. Obediently, you rise on unsteady feet, hands tugging at the length of your skirt, careful to keep it pressed down as you walk toward him.

He makes space for you to stand in front of the book and shifts back, one hand resting on the table, propping him close to your bent figure. You look up at him, but he only nods his head toward the table, a wicked smile curling the corners of his lips. Blink a few times but finally, the words clear and you can see the block of text that’s in front of you. It’s passages on DNA encodes and RNA proteins, hefty stuff, things that you had to make flash cards for. This isn’t going to be easy. If anything, he’s picked some of the harder concepts, the ones that take steady knowledge in the foundations. Flustered, you look back to him, but he’s moved. He’s leaning against the wide window beside the table, a dark mark against the glass.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, a laugh bubbling in his tone.

“There’s no way…” you stammer, shaking your head at him.

“Want me to throw a curve in?”

“I should ask what kinda curve, but knowing you, it’s likely gonna be something terrible.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he rumbles, stepping away from the window and leaning close to your stiff form. “It just takes an open mind and some enthusiasm on your part.”

“Enthusiasm?” you question, trying your best to withstand his closeness. You can feel the heat radiating off of his broad shoulder and if you tilt a little nearer, you could graze against him, or feel his breath on your skin.

“You’re right,” he amends, his forearm contacting your side. You startle at the touch, a gasp falling from your lips, but you don’t pull away and you can’t stop staring up at him, your eyes wide. “Obedience is a better word. From here on out, whatever I tell you to do, I expect you to obey it, although it’s not exactly, ah, school approved.”

“You want me to suck you off or something?” you sneer, hoping to stumble him off his guard, even if it’s only for an instant. Too bad he’s always one step ahead.

“Don’t be vulgar. Think outside of the box, (Y/N). Do you think I’m going to go for something so short sighted when I could have you bending to my will? Obeying every little demand that I make? I’d much rather see if that skin of yours tastes as good as it looks, then simply have you on your knees. No, I want you to fucking scream for me while I stuff you full of my cock. But first, you need to put in some work. You should know that by now.”

Oxygen is suddenly very hard to come by and you can feel your mind hazing over as you stammer up at him, your mind flitting from word to word disjointedly. Shigaraki grants you a wolfish grin, and he dips his lips beside your ear, whispering over those tiny hairs that rest against your tender skin. “I’ll make this part easy. Nod and I’ll give you the first set of instructions.”

What did he say? Nod? What happens when you nod? Fuck, why are you letting him do this? Is your grade really worth it? Are you that desperate that… that…

Shigaraki is whispering other promises over you as you war with yourself, speaking his words gently, slowly, his breath hot as it fans over your neck. It’s like you’ve fallen under some kinda spell and before you realize it, your traitorous head is bobbing up and down, letting him know you want him to keep going.

“Perfect,” he sighs, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear, jerking a shiver from you. “Now, lean forward and put your hands against the table.”

You do as he says, but he’s not satisfied with your positioning, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and yanking you forward, jutting your ass out and pressing your chest down, maneuvering you until your nose is right above the pages of the textbook. “There we go,” he rasps, pulling away so he can admire your splayed form. “Hmm, your legs are too close together. Spread them.” Knees trembling, you obey, gasping when he runs a palm against the curve of your thighs.

“You’ve got such nice legs (Y/N), so let’s put them on display, shall we?” His fingers search against the top of your skirt and they still when he reaches his prize: the zipper. When he pulls it down, you let out a sharp squeak of protestation but he silences you with a swift pinch to your side.

“Now, now, don’t be like that. You nodded, remember? Besides, you could have left when I told you I’d give you a curve but you couldn’t help yourself could you? You want me to keep going and to do that, I need you to take this skirt off. No, don’t move. I’ll get rid of it for you. Why don’t you focus on the task at hand, hmm? Aren’t you supposed to be reading for me?”

You arch away from his fingers and he chuckles at your impudence, one large hand hooking under your chin and pulling you toward his face. His red eyes blaze as they find yours, the dark pupils threatening to swallow up that deep vermillion. “Let’s start with the second paragraph. If you do well, I might grant you a reprieve.”

Jerking your face from his grip, you twist back to the text, trying, and failing, to ignore his inquisitive fingers, unable to resist sighing as he works one up your inner thigh. He pauses when no words fall from your lips and you grumble out a few low curses before acquiescing to his silent demand.

“The flow of genetic information in cells from DNA to mRNA to protein is described by the Central Dogma, which states that genes specify the sequence of mRNAs, which specify the sequence of proteins. The decoding of one molecule… the… the… molecule… by spec-specific…”

He’s slipped your skirt down over the swell of your ass, but he’s taking his time, flexing out the front of the material and dipping his fingers over the bump of your lower stomach, kneading into the delicate flesh that’s stretched out for him. You can’t help the twitch of your spine and you involuntarily wiggle, palms slipping forward, dragging you further along the tabletop. Shigaraki chuckles above you, running his rough lips over the back of your neck.

“You’re so sensitive. I’ve barely touched you.”

He circles his hands back to your skirt and edges it along, lowering it sharply on one side and then giving the same treatment to the other. You’re doing your best to keep up with your stammering readings, but it’s difficult when he keeps sighing and running his long nails across your newly bared skin. Finally, he works the skirt down and it thumps against your bare ankles; the fabric tickling your skin.

Meanwhile, his other fingers skitter against the elastic band of your rapidly dampening panties. Once he hooks the lace under his hand, he yanks them along your legs, trailing them sinfully slowly, ensuring that they glide down the billow of your thighs. His teeth nip at your ear when you stumble to a halt in your recitation and your hands tense over the grains of wood beneath them, your nails pinching into your palms. “If you stop, I stop,” he warns, his head bumping against yours, his sharp nose pressing against your pulse.

“You’re not exactly making this easy,” you grumble, doing your best to ignore his renewed pets and strokes.

“Stop complaining,” he smirks, leaning away from your head to peer at your newly exposed flesh. “You better pay attention to what you’re reading or you’re not going to pass the questions I’ll be asking you.”

“Yeah, yeah, ow!” you squawk, whipping your head around to glare up at him. He fucking pinched you again! This time, he’d slipped his hand between your spread legs and tweaked your inner thigh, painfully.

“Read,” he repeats, running those guilty fingers upward, lingering beside the heat of your cunt, careful to not get too close. When you start on the next sentence, one of his hands tugs up the fabric of your shirt, snaking upward until he’s thumbing against the wire of your bra. Once again, you falter to a halt and exhale a wavering breath.

Goddamn it. This review is no review. You’ll be lucky if you can even recall what a cell is if he keeps this up. You hear his ominous intake of air and quickly resume your recitation, mumbling something about RNA and mRNA differences.

Wait. Didn’t you just…

“Looks like you’re having trouble listening to me. I told you to read aloud, not to repeat the same passages over and over.”

“Hey, at least I’ll have a firm grasp on those. You should ask me something about that s-section… ah–”

The hand that was resting under the cup of your bra has made its way underneath the lightly padded material, and his thumb and index fingers have trapped your peaked nipple between them. As soon as your snarky comment left your mouth, he’d twisted the bud, squeezing it until it throbbed.

“Pay attention,” he commands, shoving your bra upward, freeing the globes of your breasts and cupping both of his broad hands under them. Your abused nipple stings and the mixture of sharp pain and jarring arousal goes right through you, stoking that coil that pulsed within your core, and sending a tacky flush of your essence down your spread thighs.

The next few words are a struggle. The text keeps blurring and your breaths are coming in fast and heavy. Shigaraki is still feeling you up, keeping his lips close to your ears, rasping sharp commands to you and dealing out lightning fast rounds of pinches and squeezes each time you falter.

“I–I can’t… I don’t even know what I’m reading anymore,” you bemoan, your hips pressing against the edge of the table, legs trembling as you attempt to keep them apart. He’s deliberately ignoring your throbbing clit and a desperate edge is creeping into your voice.

“Are you always this whiny? Fine. I’ll give you a moment to read without any distractions.”

Thank God.

True to his word, he slips away from your back and you’re left shivering against his sudden absence. Despite your quaking, you’re determined to make the most of this chance and you quickly read out the paragraphs that are on the second page. As you ramble down to the last bit of text, you realize you can’t hear him anymore and when you finish the last sentence; you start to really wonder where he’s drifted off to. A tense silence follows your completion of the material and you arch up on the tips of your toes, jutting your ass out and stretching the stiffened muscles of your lower back.

“Didn’t say you could stop reading, and judging from all of your complaints, I don’t think you got some of those earlier concepts, so I’d suggest doing a quick review,” he taunts, the sudden rasp of his voice startling a low gasp from your lips.

He’s close; somewhere behind you and to the left from the sound of it. You try to twist around, your chest lifting from the table, and when he notices, his hands return, creating a rough pressure against your neck as he forces your body back down. His weight plasters you to the surface, scraping your partially exposed stomach and tender breasts over the nicked wood. Shigaraki is merciless in his swift correction, his breath puffing out angrily behind you. “Didn’t say you could move, either.”

Stunned, you freeze. Your arms are arched awkwardly, but he keeps his weight against you, flattening your breasts and forcing your back to arch into an awkward bend. Fuck, you think, how are you supposed to stay like this? Your legs are already aching and if he shifts away again, he’s likely going to expect you to maintain this absurd pose.

“Yes,” he groans, his voice catching against the word, “Good girl. Now, stay just like that.”

Damn it.

“Go on, read the first part again,” he instructs.

“The entire genetic content of a cell is known as its genome and the study of genomes is gen-genomics. In eukaryotic cells, but… but not in p-prokaryotes, DNA forms a complex with histone proteins… with histone proteins… sub-substance… of…”

His teeth have latched onto your neck, and he’s sucking bruises into your tender skin. He’s still pinning you to the table, but his hands are widening their explorations. He’s started dragging a fingernail across the puffy folds of your cunt, teasing against the dripping and swollen flesh, chuckling when you buck against his hold.

“You always seem to lose it when you get to cellular modulations.”

“I–I–It’s not… I can’t help that you keep…” you whimper, your fingers curling under your palms, head shaking back and forth. You can’t think. He’s not being fucking fair, and you can’t even string your goddamn words together. Shit. “Y-you’re not being fair,” you accuse, falling on the only thing that keeps running through your mind, your splayed feet shifting uncomfortably under you.

“Not fair? Not once did I say fairness would come into this arrangement,” he lifts himself off of your back and leans beside you, one arm planted beside your crooked elbow. His fingers trace over the curve of your ass, cupping at the thickest part of you and squeezing.

“But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a little satisfaction out of this arrangement. I bet you look good when you cum. And you’ve been working so hard to get my attention these last few months. So careful to do what I tell you. Looking at me with those big eyes of yours, all wide eyed every time I catch you looking at me. And don’t even get me started on your lips. You’re lucky I didn’t fucking bend you over after class, especially when you started wearing all of those cute little skirts for me. Ahhh, don’t moan like that, I won’t be able to help myself if you do. Let’s see how you’re doing, shall we?”

Without warning, he slips his longest digit into your cunt, groaning loudly when he’s sucked into your welcoming heat. Your pussy, hungry for any kind of scrap, ripples around his intrusion, clamping and pulling, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” he groans, his weight falling against your shoulder. “You’re soaking.” His elegant digit pushes deeper and you roll your hips under him, urging him closer, sighing when he sinks to the last knuckle. As he pulls his finger back, he adds another, swiftly v-ing the two before curving them together as they slip back out, dragging a steady line of pleasure from your quivering cunt. Shigaraki whispers another round of awed praise against your ear, his voice dark and breathless.

A third digit is added on another trip out, and it creates a ragged sensation within you. It’s close to what you like, but he’s stretching you too far and it’s starting to hurt. He either needs to speed up, or give you a little more pressure. If you can hump your clit against the edge of the table, maybe it’ll give you the friction that you need. When you mindlessly buck your hips, your thighs threatening to lose that spread, he stops, holding his fingers inside you, laughing as you agitatedly try to shift him back into his earlier rhythm.

“So eager. I’d say you’re ready for my questions.”

“W-what?” you gasp, wholly focused on making him restart the push and pull of his fingers inside you.

“I’ll start you off with something easy. What’s the cell membrane?”

“W-what? The cell… ah–”

“Answer me. Now,” he grunts, leaning forward, re-steadying you as his fingers pull outward, dragging against your sensitive folds and schlicking through your arousal lewdly, loudly. You moan and your eyes roll back, completely ignoring his demand as you fall into the haze of pleasure that comes after his movements.

His free hand travels up your neck and he tangles his fingers into the tendrils of your hair, yanking and jerking at the strands, demanding your attention.

“I said, answer me.”

“Shigaraki–I–fuck. I can’t even… ugh… think right now!”

“Do you want the grade, or not?” he questions, his voice tense. “Answer correctly and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I–I don’t think I can,” you whine, pressing your hips back as he thrusts his fingers forward again, curving them upward, searching for the spongy pad of nerves that rest against the front of your pelvis.

“Oh? What happened to wanting that A? What about your graduation? You gonna let me fuck up your entire college career? I can do it, you know. I’ve done it to so many simpering freshmen. I fail kids left and right and you’re no different, (Y/N).

The university lets me ahh–there it is! God, you’re so fucking wet.

Where was I? The university can’t say no to me; they let me do what I want. I bring in too much money, too many tempting grants, and that’s all they really care about. So what’s it gonna be? Let me see that you can answer this basic crap and I’ll pass you. Or would you like for me to tie you down and force it outta you another way?”

He’s picked up the pace of his fingers as he rambles over you and a swift press against that newly discovered spot inside you has you falling to pieces in his hands, popping up onto your tiptoes and rutting yourself against the surface of the table. “O-ok, God, ok! Just–fucking repeat the goddamn question,” you pant, head slumping forward, forcing his fingers to tighten against your hair to hold you upright.

“What is the cell membrane?”

You wince your eyes closed, trying to rack your brain to focus on something other than the heavy pressure of the three fingers that are teasing their way across your dribbling pussy. He’s moving his presses with a lackadaisical, inconsistent rhythm now and it’s hard to fucking think. You can’t tell if his next thrust will be hard, or soft, or so rough that it’s bordering on that bittersweet line of pain.

You shake your head, doing your best to ignore the mounting pressure that he’s building inside you and the ache of your neck and legs. Finally, after another sharp tap against that secret bunch of nerves at the front of your cunt, you latch onto a vague remembrance.

“It… it’s a double layer of–of phospholipids that make a boundary between the cell and t-the surrounding… ugh… it controls the passage of materials.”

“Very good. Elaborate on the cellular wall.”

He’s unrelenting in his domineering treatment, twisting and frigging his fingers each time your breath hitches, and your arousal is leaking down your legs, making your skin stick and pull. It’s too much, you can’t! How can he even ask this? Words are falling from your lips incoherently, and all too soon you’re gasping out his name rather than reciting the answer.

“Cellular–oh, fuck, Shi–Shigaraki–Please, keep–don’t stop! S-Shigaraki, God that… feels… ah–keep going!”

He ignores your request and pulls his fingers away, robbing you of that sweet pressure that he’s so carefully mounted within you.

“I’ll count that one as incorrect. Your ‘A’ is swiftly becoming an ‘A’ minus, (Y/N)” he snarls, his teeth gritted, hands falling to the swell of your hips, wet fingers digging into your soft skin.

“What? No! You didn’t give me enough… e-enough time! How can–can you expect me to answer that qui-quickly!”

“Let’s try another.”

It hurts. That ache that he’s drawn out of you is starting to sting and throb and he’s being such a dick about it! You twist and grind under him, and he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“I don’t–” you protest weakly, your legs trembling and chest heaving under his weight.

“Do you want this? Wouldn’t you like to pass this class? To graduate with honors?” he growls, leaning closer, his hands braced against you, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on the supple crest of your hips.

“You’re such an ass! Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then answer another question. What’s diffusion?”

“D-diffu-diffusion is the process by which molecules move from an a-area of… of… fuck- of high concentration, to low concentration. Shigaraki!”

“I should count that as another miss, but you got the major concept correct.” He removes his fingers from your waist and yanks your ass toward him, keeping your overeager hips away from the fleeting relief of the sturdy table. “Pop your legs together,” he commands, one hand wrapping around your arched throat, squeezing until you obey. His other hand drops to that thatch of curls that rest between your quivering thighs and he gathers up your gossamer strands, rubbing against your clit for one hazy instant, sending a flash of spots across your vision.

“Mmm, now that’s a pretty sight. Good girl, don’t move,” he reminds you and you want to scream at him. Right before you can spit some frustrated vitriol out, he’s releasing your neck, his hands dropping from your skin and letting you fall back to the uneven surface below. Just before your chin contacts the wood, his hand is back in your hair, tugging you upward, holding you a few inches above the table. The sharp pain makes your scalp tingle and you unconsciously rut against the tempting heat that’s now plastered to your ass. He’s hard. You can feel the stiff bulge of his cock straining against the front of his dark jeans, pressing into the cleft of your posterior.

“T-that’ can’t be comfortable,” you pant, twisting your head so you can look up at him from the curve of your shoulder.

“Oh? You worried about my cock?” he asks, his red eyes flashing down at you challengingly. You don’t bother giving him a verbal response, opting instead to grind your ass up, catching against the jut of his length, earning yourself a low groan. His lips curl when you repeat the motion and you realize you love watching that smug face of his drift into a look of tense pleasure. It makes his scar on his lip flush and those red eyes of his fall to a lazy half mast. He spies your arched brow and pleased grin and pushes himself off of you, leaving you alone and open on the table.

“Keep pushing your luck. I’m more than happy to drop you back to a B.”

“What?” you scoff, teeth clinking together as you clench your jaw. “I didn’t move!”

“No, but you’re trying to take control of this and we can’t have that can we?” Shigaraki sneers. “Now, how shall I punish you?”

“P-punish me?” you stammer, a chill racing down your spine.

“Ah, I know. This’ll really piss you off,” he twists from your strained gaze and walks back toward his desk. What? What the fuck does he mean? You can’t see him from this angle, not with the way your legs are stretched and back is lowered, but it doesn’t stop you from trying, your chin lifting upwards as you do your best to keep him in focus.

Ugh. It’s no use. He’s slipped past your field of vision.

Hearing is likely your best bet, so you shift your forehead back to the table and listen, straining your ears to pick up any morsel. Something opens and closes and you catch the sound of the wheels of his chair as they shift, squeaking across the floor, and the groaning of the springs when his weight is applied to the cheap leather.

Okay, so he’s in his chair. Is he just gonna look at you? That’s not… wait…

There’s a faint clicking sound.

It’s both familiar and unfamiliar to your ears, but once the teeth slide over the last pull, you realize. It’s a zipper.

Oh fuck. Is he going to jerk himself off? With a gasp, your head whips back around. He’s still positioned himself away from you, and you can only just make out the sounds that are accompanying the undoubted rise and fall of his fist. All you can see is a tiny sliver of his body, but you catch sight of the coiling muscles on his neck and you notice that his head is dipped forward, pearl white hair settling across the cut of his collarbone. The one red eye that meets yours is blazing and hungry, it makes every hair on the back of your neck stand up.

God, he’s staring at you, watching you, getting himself off as you’re half naked and bent over a desk in his office, fully subjugating yourself to his whims and fancies for the sake of your grade.

Damn it, (Y/N). This should not be a fucking turn on. You should be disgusted, but the flush of slick that drips down your thigh says otherwise.

He lets out a choked moan, picking up the pace of his hand, letting you hear the click and slip of his palm as it strokes up and down his cock. A shiver echoes up your spine and your hips seem to have a mind of their own, grinding your clenched thighs over the dip of the table, easing the clenching pulsations that your cunt is shuddering through you.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch that you’re humping the fucking table. Such a dirty girl, and so disobedient. You’ve only answered a few of my questions correctly and yet your slutty little mouth and body keep pushing at me. Making me put you in your place. Let me ask you something, why should I go out of my way to fix your grade when you can’t even prove to me you understand the simplest concepts?

Ah, here’s a thought. What if I told you I’ll wave the other requirements; no more readings, no more quizzes, but I won’t let you cum? What if I just get myself off? You’re putting on a such a good show for me! Why should I bother with seeing that you’re satisfied when that table seems to do the job for you? Sound good? Or would you like for me to come back over there and make you cum?”

“I–I don’t… I don’t want…” You can’t get the words out, your tongue feels leaden between your lips and you can’t think of anything but the steady itch that’s spreading from your clit.

“Speak up,” Shigaraki demands, slowing his jerking fingers. The chair he’s sitting in groans as he leans forward, and his eyes wide as they take in the delicious sight that’s propped before him. “You don’t want to cum? Is that it? You’d like for me to get myself off and leave you there?”

“No!” you cry out, your fingers digging into the scuffed wood of the table. “I-I want you to make me cum.”

There’s a sharp clatter and you jump at the abrupt noise. It must be the chair you think, your heart pounding against your chest, waiting for Shigaraki’s next move. He only lets a few seconds drift by before he presses himself back to you. He leans his broad chest over your back, the front of his legs pushing against the back of yours. His exposed length is wedged firmly against the cleft of your ass and its tempting hardness makes you squirm under him, but he’s propelling you forward, pinning you against the rough wood, and you can only flail uselessly under his control. His lips skim over your neck and he bites into your skin, sucking and licking bruises as he inches closer to your pulse.

You say his name pitifully, wantonly, and he lets out a shaky gasp. Something about your tone has shifted something within him and you can feel his cock swelling, dripping a rope of wet pre-cum down your shaking leg.

He leans away, removing his sticky hardness from your ass. “Seems your priorities have shifted. You’re a little preoccupied right now, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice gravel scraping against your overwhelmed senses. You let out a weak moan and he snaps into action, his fingers pushing under your flattened stomach and tugging against the fabric that he finds. He yanks you upward, pulling your shirt up as he goes. His palms dip under your half lifted bra, and he cups at your breasts, massaging the rounded bulbs and plucking at your peaked nipples. Your head lolls back, and he sucks at your earlobe again, his breath warm and rasping as it passes by.

“Hold still,” he commands.

It’s not an easy position, this stretched upward arch that he’s forced you into, but it’s worth it when you feel his cock pushing between your tensed legs. He doesn’t thrust into you, opting to run his weeping tip against your slippery folds, pressing until his bulbous head is twitching against your pulsing clit.

Goddamn it, you think as he stills, his lips smacking open-mouthed kisses over your shoulder, it’s not enough. You wiggle your hips back and forth and he abruptly exerts a firm pressure against your windpipe, leaving you sputtering and gasping. “What’s wrong? Not happy with this? Do you think you deserve something more? Do you think you’ve earned that?” He shoves you back against the surface of the table, his broad chest following the plane of your back, trapping you under his heavy form.

You’d replied, you know you must have, but you can’t hear yourself anymore, your attention attuned to the warm length that’s pressed against your shuddering folds. You’d likely thrown in a please for good measure because Shigaraki rewards you with a quick peck to your shivering neck and his thumb, swirling it around your clit, creating a cresting ache that leaves you mumbling incoherently, a thin line of drool slipping from your parted lips. As he keeps that faint osculation up, your fingernails scrape over the wood of the table, your feet lifting you onto your toes, curving your back, and shoving your leaking pussy into his open palm.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Shigaraki says, a breathy desperation lingering around the edges of his rasping voice. “But it’s just not enough, right?”

You nod, licking up some of the excess saliva that’s built under your heavy tongue and crane your head back at him. His eyes are the first thing you see. They’re wild, ravenous and glinting with a roughness that makes you whisper out a soft whine. Fuck. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re not supposed to want him this badly. Goddamn it. Now that he’s caught your gaze, he won’t let you look away, and he presses himself closer, his cock twitching and warm, the tip rubbing back and forth, keeping time with his circling thumb.

“You gonna fuck me, or not?” you finally ask, unsticking your lips and smirking up at his hardened face.

“Tch. Don’t rush me,” he grumbles, removing his hand and teasing cock from your cunt, watching as your body convulses under him, your pussy quivering against the excess stimulation that he’s wrought over you. Your thighs burn, aching to break free from his control, to rub against that throb, that tingling that keeps shuddering outward.

“One more question,” he tells you, lifting his dripping thumb to his lips and sucking off the traces of your arousal. The sight of him licking his pink tongue over his gleaming knuckles almost makes you lose your balance, your arms shaking precariously under you.

“A-another? Come on,” you pout, your eyes following the curve of his wicked lips, watching as his scar quirks upward, amused by your useless defiance.

“Make you a deal, answer it correctly and I’ll give you my cock. Sound fair?”

“Ugh, whatever, just hurry up,” you snap, so impatient and turned on that you can hardly think.

The tip of his cock presses against your sopping entrance, pushing forward just enough to part your dripping folds but stopping before he clears that first, tight ring of flesh. The promise of his dribbling tip makes you lose any semblance of self-control. You thrash under him, but he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“No! Don’t stop! Come on Sh-Shigaraki–Don’t be such a fucking–ah–”

“Do you want this? Do you want my cock?” he growls, leaning over you, his fingers squeezing down, no doubt leaving bruises in the supple crest of your hips.

“Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then you better answer. What are cytosines?”

“They… they’re n-nitrogenous base… fuck… base that pair… that pair with guanine during D-DNA replication… I–please, please, Shigaraki! Fuck me! I want your cock! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Thankfully, he either takes pity on you, or can’t control himself anymore, his hips surging forward, gliding his thick length into your cunt and snarling at the mind numbing heat that waits for him. He keeps driving upward until he bottoms out, sharp hipbones grinding against the plushness of your ass.

He’s not gentle with you, no he’s animalistic and raw, his thrusts papping into you with a terrifying strength. You would have liked something slower, something that lets you enjoy each imperfection and dip that raced along his cock, but this, oh, this is an exception because this is perfect. It’s not what you want, but it is what you need.

The heavy fullness that he’s stuffing you with leaves you breathless, but you somehow manage to gasp out a string of nonsensical praises each time he drives back into you, overwrought by his roughness.

This coupling isn’t kind, isn’t right, and is not healthy, for either of you. No, not with the way he’s using your shivering body, distracted with slacking that euphoric thrum that’s making his cock pulse and swell inside you.

But fuck it feels good and you can’t help but tremble with delight. These intoxicating thrusts of his ram him up against something that’s buried deep inside you, and each time he hits it another star of bright pleasure races through you. The familiar coiling of release is steadily mounting with each rapid fire rut he gives you and if he could just, ah, there’s something that’s… no, fuck, it’s, it’s not going to work. It feels good, but it’s missing one vital ingredient, one thing that he’s neglected to pay attention to, to notice.

Your clit needs to be tweaked and rolled, and right now it’s pulsing away against the table, beating a sad tattoo into the grainy wood. Oh well, you think, head fuzzy, lost in the euphoria of his powerful cants, grinding your ass into his hips as he digs into another teeth chattering thrust. He’ll likely finish soon, and you’ll probably need to get yourself off later. It’s not something new, and it’s not like he’s going to care enough to focus on that, on you. This whole thing has been about control, so there’s likely no room for your own pleasure.

“What’s wrong,” he gasps out, his fingers lifting from your hips to curl beside your turned head.

“What? N-nothing–I–” you pant, eyes rolling back as he hits that spongy patch of nerves again.

“Tch. Hold on,” he interrupts, his voice rasping and breathy. He pulls himself out of you with a grunt and yanks you upward, hauling you onto the tabletop and flipping you on your back, bending your stiffened legs and bracing your knees against his lean forearms.

He holds you apart, spreading you open with his powerful hands. You can see him properly now, and the sight makes your breath catch against the back of your throat. Fuck, he looks good.

His long white hair is draped across his bare shoulders and his eyes are blazing pits of hunger, devouring the sight of you with those red irises. His jaw is clenched, and he glares down at you from his imperious height, his nostrils flaring as he drags in a quick intake of air. To your shock, he gives you a little time to acclimate to this new position, opting to languidly step forward, letting his slippery cock head press and tease at the dip of your opening. But right when you think he’ll move again, he stops, his eyes roving over the lines of your face.

His sudden stillness makes you peer quizzically up at him and you scoot closer, your feet lifting from the table. The movement snaps him out of his stupor and he grabs your ankles, roughly pinning you back down.

“Keep still,” he snarls through clenched teeth, that scar of his lifting.

You nod mutely and he rewards your unquestioning obedience with another powerful thrust, sinking his swollen cock back into your waiting cunt. He lets out a sharp groan and grabs at your hips, jerking you forward, already drifting back into that all-consuming rhythm he’d started earlier. His ruts are a little slower from this angle but, in no time at all, that familiar ache pools in your core, stoking and building at an alarming rate. The driving force of his hips soon has you blinking back spots and distant stars, and this time he adds the all important pressure of his thumb, circling the finger pad over your clit and dragging a broken moan from your quivering lips.

“So that’s what you needed. You close?” he grits out, his lips set in a curled scowl. He’s lost some of that early control, his hips stuttering as they connect with yours, his power lessening, cooling, as he looks for your release.

“I–I think–oh fuck, do that again. Yes! Just–ah!”

He angles your hips upward and gives your clit another quick oscillation, pressing down until you’re gasping. “There you go. That felt good. You’re getting tighter,” he laughs, looming over you, shoving your heaving chest downward as he jerks your hips into him, forcing your body to do most of the motion, making your shoulder blades scrape across the uneven wood. “Cum for me. Fucking cum on my cock, (Y/N). Cum and I’ll give you your A, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

Your spine arches as you break around him, your cunt greedily pulling him deeper, slipping him past the barrier of your tender cervix and earning you a weak shout of praise from Shigaraki. Seconds later, he’s pulsing and twitching against your walls, the warm pooling of his cum filling you up and spilling down your spread thighs.

His head drops to your shoulder and the rough skin of his forehead sticks to your sweat dampened flesh. For a long moment you’re both still, each of you struggling to catch your breath, luxuriating in the tingling sensation of release.

“I fucking hate you, you know,” you gasp out, your arms circling his back, fingertips etching vague patterns over his neck and shoulders.

“Ha,” he snorts, “I’ll have to remember that. Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll pay you back for that little remark next time.”

“Oh? Next time?” you chuckle, moaning as he twists out of your hold and pulls his softening length out of you.

“I’ll fail you on every assignment if you try to keep away,” he threatens, his eyes falling to the gaping mess that he’s left behind. You cross your legs, denying him the satisfaction of leering at your dripping pussy.

“Fine. But next time, fuck me on something softer than a damn table.”

tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @rekoii, @diaouranask, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love, @libiraki <--- i’m coming for you. you’re gonna have to read for this, lady. so, uh, i’m officially noneconing you here.

notes: you made it! this thing is a monster & i’m so sorry i can never stfu

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