#so to pull up to Japan no expectations and get so fired up that the whole of Ubers is like OMG... SNUFFY LOOKS SO HAPPY... is CRAZY

[isanesshilarity]

NO ONE warned me about how fun the BM vs. Ubers match is. NO ONE warned me that the thing between Snuffy and Barou is like that. The fuck. Refusing to let a guy retire because your ego is so blinding and all-consuming that it sparks his will to live is CRAZY work Barou fucking ATE HIM UP.

[talkdutchtome]

"Let me take care of you" - Max Verstappen

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . . after a disastrous race, you take care of max the best way you know how )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, use of petnames, sub!max, very soft dom!reader, traumatized maxie, not proofread )

word count . . . 2800 words )

a/n . . . this actually ended up a lot more emotional than i intended it to be but i hope everyone likes it anyway. i don't know if my smut writing is getting better or worse tbh. any and all feedback is always appricated <3 )

Max was a perfectionist; anyone could see that. He also had a desire to win like nobody else. He never let up. It didn’t matter to him if it was a title deciding race or a completely meaningless one, he needed to win. It had been instilled in him for as long as he could remember; second place is first loser after all. So naturally, when his brakes failed, and his car very literally caught fire in the Australian Grand Prix causing him to have to retire three laps into the race; you knew he was not going to take it well.  

You were watching along in the garage, and the only thing you could think about as his smoking car pulled up to the pits was how hard on himself he was going to be. The fact that it was through no fault of his own was irrelevant. He had just handed a win to Ferrari, and that made his blood boil.  

In typical Max fashion, you barely saw him after he retired too. He gave you a quick hug as he reached the garage but after that it was straight back to business. He made his way to the pit wall and immediately began discussing with Christian and GP what exactly happened and how do they fix it for Japan. He sent you a text that he was going to stay late at the track with the mechanics so that you should just head back to the hotel.  

Truthfully, Max was avoiding you. You had only been dating Max for a couple of months, and so far you had only seen him dominate on track. And whilst you were concerned that that he would be beating himself up for disappointing himself or the team, he was busy focusing on how he had disappointed you. You had taken time out of your busy university schedule to travel to the other side of the world to see him race, and he had to retire three laps in. He was used to people living through him, taking his wins as theirs. He had never considered that all you cared about that he was safe and didn’t get hurt.  

So, you went to the hotel and waited for him; or at least you tried to. Tiredness and jet lag eventually started to catch up to you, and you had just started to drift off to sleep when you heard the door open. Looking up greet Max, you could see immediately how heavy the weight he bore on his shoulders hung.  

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” You asked him sleep in your voice still evident. Max just hung his head and walked into the bathroom. He half expected you to berate him. To question him on exactly what went wrong and what he’s going to do to fix it.  

“Maxie?” You asked again, as he came in from the bathroom and made his way to his side of the bed, his eyes routed to the floor. This time he just grunted at you in response before getting into bed and turning away from you. He did not have the energy to be told everything he did wrong and why - he had already had that from his dad.  

“Please talk to me Maxie, I’m worried.” You pleaded at him, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted that more than anything, but you sensed that he maybe didn’t feel the same.  

“What do you want Y/N?” He finally spoke, his voice cracking.  

“Are you okay? I know that was tough result to take but it’s only once race. We both know you’ll be back better than ever for the next one.”  

To your words, Max just grunted again. And this time you couldn’t help but reach over to hold him. Wrapping one of your arms around his waist and the other coming up to brush through his hair. You waited cautiously for him to pull away. A moment passed and he began to move, your heart sank; he clearly didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now. But instead of moving away, he just turned around, bringing himself closer to you, resting his head on your chest.  

“I just hate to let the team down” he spoke, his voice no more than a whisper, like he wasn’t 100% convinced if he should be saying anything.  

“But baby you didn’t let them down, you did nothing wrong. There was an issue with the car that isn’t your fault.” You gazed down at his face, your hands smoothing through his hair.  

“I could have done something. Maybe I pushed the brakes too much. Maybe I went too hard. All I know is that I let the team down. I let my dad down. I let you down. You cam-“ He started to ramble, but you had heard enough.   

“Whoa Max baby slow down. I can’t speak for the team or your dad, but you certainly did not let me down. All that matters to me is that you didn’t get hurt. I was so worried; you were literally driving a car that was on fire. You could have been hurt.”  

As the words left your mouth, he looked up at you. Almost as if he was trying to see if you were telling the truth. When his eyes met yours and he realized you were being sincere, he hugged tighter into you.  

“I love you Y/N” he spoke and before you could say anything, you felt him bring his mouth to your neck. Leaving hot open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone up to until he met your mouth. His lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. His hands found your hair and his teeth nipped at your lips. He quickly found himself getting lost in you and you weren’t too far behind. But when his hands wandered towards the bottom of your pajama top, you had to pull away.  

“Wait, Maxie. Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve had a rough day, are you sure you want to do this. We could just go to sleep if you’d prefer.” You didn’t want him to feel like this was something he needed to do.  

But when his lips once again found your neck, it was clear you had your answer. “Please” he mumbled against your skin “I just want to forget” between each word he left a kiss on your neck, before beginning to nibble against that one spot on your neck that he knew always sent you completely insane. He left deep purple marks all down your neck and you couldn’t help but let a moan slip through your lips.  

You were about to completely cave into his touch before you had an idea, and before you could overthink whether it was a good idea, you swung your legs over him until you had him pinned underneath you, your legs either side of his. A smirk plastered across your face 

Max looked completely taken aback at your action, but the second you leant down to kiss him, your lips just slightly brushing against his; he was starstruck and could feel himself growing harder by the second, which only deepened your smirk.  

“Let me take care of you baby” you whispered in his ear before beginning to grind your core against him. The whimper that left Max’s lips took you both by surprise but, taking that as confirmation that he wanted you to take control; you attached your lips to his neck, trailing kisses down his chest until you reached the waistband of his underwear. It was clear from the way that his hard dick strained against the cloth that Max was enjoying this new side of you, and you could be lying if you said it didn’t give you a bit of a confidence boost. 

You started to tease him, placing warm kisses over his underwear, but when you hear him try and fail to beg you to touch him, it becomes clear that maybe today isn’t the day to tease him. So, you hook your fingers around his waistband and release him from the tight confines of the cloth. Immediately, your mouth found his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip. Max’s moans filled the air as he came apart like putty in your hands. The way that your tongue swirled around him made him go crazy. He reached out his hands to grab your hair in a makeshift pony, but you dodged him. Max honestly thought he was going to cry when you took your mouth off him. 

“No baby, I told you I was going to take care of you, you just sit back and let me do everything” you told him before quickly placing a kiss on his lips before reattaching your mouth to Max’s throbbing dick and bringing your hand to the part of it that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Max felt lightheaded; it’s not like you hadn’t given him a blowjob before, but never like this. He couldn’t ever remember being this turned on before. He had never even considered letting you take control, letting you take care of him so intently before; but now that he was experiencing it – he kicked himself for waiting so long. 

The sounds coming from your boyfriend were music to your ears and only encouraged you to make him feel better and better. You could feel yourself getting wetter, completely desperate to feel him inside of you; but today was about Max, you’d happily wait longer for your own pleasure to take care of him. You began taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, earning more moans from Max. You had never heard him be so vocal before. Things got even better for him when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.   When his tip hit the very back of your throat and you gagged around him, he was so loud you were just slightly concerned that whoever was in the room next door would be up for a rude awakening.  

“Oh, fuck baby, oh my god. I’m so close” Max just about managed to get out between moans, promoting you to once again let go of his dick. For a second Max looked at you with puppy dog eyes, silently begging you to take him back in your mouth. But as soon as you stood up and very slowly pulled your pajama shorts down, he realized that there were better things to come.  

“Do you want me to ride you, Maxie?” you asked him breathlessly earning another groan from the man lying on the bed. 

“Fuck, yes. Please please ride me I need to be inside of you more than anything” Max’s voice was weak; it was becoming all too much for him. And when you finally rid yourself of your pajama top, Max started to see stars. Your tits were his weakness, and you knew that all too well. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth, to suck and bite on your nipples. So, when you straddled him once again, that's exactly what he did. You thought about stopping him again, reminding him that tonight was about him and his pleasure; but when you caught sight of his eyes – usually so bright and sparkling. Now they were so dark, so filled with lust and desperation, you didn’t have the heart to deprive him of one of his favorite things to do.  

You leant down to kiss him again, and the taste of his own precum on your tongue made him groan feverishly against your lips. Unable to wait anymore, you finally lowered yourself onto his dick. Now it was your turn to let out a string of moans and profanity. The way that he stretched you out was a feeling that you could never grow old of. After a beat to get used to having him inside of you, you began to bounce on top of him, pumping his dick in and out of your tight desperate pussy.  

“Oh my god Maxie you feel so good, your huge dick sends me so crazy” You moan out, completely cock drunk. “You fuck me so good, god nobody makes me feel like you can” Your praise made Max moan louder than ever and then he simply couldn’t help himself anymore; he brought his hands up to your hips and began thrusting hard into you. You wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him to let you take care of him – but when he rammed his cock into g-spot you physically couldn’t ask him to stop doing something that felt so good.  

“I love you so much Y/N baby” Max croaked out, bringing his mouth back to your tits and his hand down to your clit. Him touching you for the first time tonight meant it was now time for you to see stars. His expert hands rubbing against your clit brought you closer and closer to release and you could tell from the way that Max’s thrusts became deeper and harder that he wasn’t far behind you. 

Wanting to finish what you had started; you placed your hands on his chest – signaling him to stop for a second. Max did so very reluctantly, but when you started to bounce on his dick again his eyes rolled back into his head. After each bounce you grinded yourself down on him, desperate to get him as deep as you possibly could. Your climax was getting closer and closer and soon you felt like you were ready to burst. 

“I’m going to cum on your dick okay baby? You just make me feel so good I can’t help myself.” you told the man beneath you breathlessly, prompting Max to resume rubbing circles into your clit. 

“Please do. Please cum all over my cock I need that so much” Max croaked out and with that you fell over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over you and you screamed out for Max. It felt so good you thought you were going to pass out, completely taken over by the pleasure that Max’s hard dick had given you. For a few moments, you simply had to still yourself to let yourself recover. 

Once you had ridden out the last of your orgasm, you were ready to go again; ready to make Max feel as good as you possibly could. You began grinding down onto him, squeezing yourself against him. After feeling you cumming all over him, Max knew he wouldn’t need long before he was right behind you.  

“Fuck Y/N I’m really close, get off and I’ll finish in your mouth” Max just about got out between moans. When you didn’t get off and instead began bouncing faster and harder, Max really thought he might just die.  

“Cum inside of me Maxie please, I need your cum fucked so deep inside me”  

“Fuck really?” 

“Yeah, i need it so bad.” 

“Oh my god Y/N, you’ll be the fucking death of me” 

The second those words left his mouth, he fell apart. A string of profanity left his lips, and you could feel his dick pulse inside of you as he painted the insides of you white with his cum. Max couldn’t believe how good it felt, sex with you was always great but that was on another level, he couldn’t remember ever feeling that good before. 

“I love you so much Y/N” 

He gently slipped himself out of you and you collapsed next to him on the bed. Exhausted wasn’t the word for how tired you felt after that. And apparently that was true for Max as well as in the time that it took you to waddle to the toilet to clean yourself up, he had managed to fall asleep. You couldn’t blame him of course; even before that it had been a very long tiering day for him. So, as quietly as you could, you got ready for bed and slipped yourself into bed next to him.  

Looking at the very peaceful sleeping man next to you, you couldn’t help but snuggle down close to him. Placing a kiss on his temple before assuming the big spoon position that you know he loves so much from you. Your movement causing him to ever so slightly stir awake. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” he spoke so softly you almost missed it before falling right back into a very peaceful sleep. You couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have a man like him cuddled close to you. 

“Sleep well Maxie, I love you more than anything.” 

[milky-aeons]

— FLY AWAY WITH ME

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and ranpo edogawa; what their honeymoon would be like.

warnings: marriage, female reader, wife reader, sexual content for dazai, kunikida and chuuya, mentions of death, bondage, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol intake, mdni, w.c 4.2k

𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

To honeymoon after one's wedding was not as practiced in Japan as it was the western world — however, Dazai, of course, jumped at any opportunity to slack off from work. A week away from the city with his newly married wife sounded right up the agent's alley.

And when Dazai Osamu was given an inch, he always strove to take a mile.

"Kunikida-kun is going to kill you when we get back, Dazai." You scolded your husband sitting at your side. But when you turned to him, attempting to pin him down with a look, you just couldn't help the sides of your lips curling into a smile. "Like — actually kill you, this time."

Dazai rolled his head, humming a musical sound. "To have my life ended under the cold, bony hands of an Idealist. How could you even speak those words, my love?"

"Only you would find a way to convince the President that a week away in Okinawa would be good for two of his agents. Paid all inclusively, too. What did you call it?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Sand resistance and underwater training?"

The briny sea air teased at his loose shirt and wild, unkempt curls, making him look like a divinity — a mythical creature of the ocean. Both of you sat side by side on the coast's cool sands; sipping from a bottle of sake, watching the sunset bleed the sky into twilight. After spending the day full of adventurous activities; wandering nature trails, stopping for a late-afternoon lunch under the canopy of marine trees, only to take each other by the hand and venture through the Churaumi aquarium's glass blue halls — you both had been content to cuddle up and watch the stars, that evening. Listening to the lull of the sea, talking about everything and nothing at all.

Dazai cocked his head in that funny little way he always did. "Is that not what we're doing?"

"Of course," You agreed, and then leaned over to poke the tip of his nose. His surprised little blink almost had your heart melting into a puddle. "And tomorrow, I expect you up bright and early, because we have an extra strenuous day of whale watching to attend."

Dazai leaned in, as if you were both sharing a secret, and touched his warm forehead against yours. It made your pulse flutter; the shade of his eyes, so complex when he was this close. They softened into something a lot more sultry. "Hmm? Whale watching? I was under the impression our schedule was already taken up tomorrow, though."

"Oh?" You smiled, your breath mingling. "Do divulge me, Osamu."

That was when he went for you. Pouncing with the agility of a leopard, a beast, until he had pulled you against his lean body and you were both rolling around in the sand — shrieking and chuckling.

"I am to accompany my beautiful princess bride on a mission that could mean life or death! World dominion or forever peace! The very nature of things hangs in the balance and I have the key to it, right in my very hands!"

"Osamu—you're—!" You chortled. "Stop! You'll get sand in my ears!"

He brought your rolling bodies to a halt with you laying flush against him. There was mirth dancing in his eyes, his face — looking at you like he was a teenager in love for the very first time. He pouted playfully.

"You don't want to hear my master plan to save the world?"

"You just don't want to go whale watching."

"Hmm~" He purred, and you felt those long fingers begin to trail up your thighs — so sensitive, almost completely bare to him underneath the cotton beach skirt you wore. They drew languid, mind-numbing circles that traced a picture of fire from your thighs, the small back, your thighs again. You found yourself arching back instinctively into them.

Dazai craned his neck up then — just so he could trail his lips against the shell of your ear and whisper, "Because I am much more inclined to hear someone else moan for me all day, instead."

The last of his words were accompanied with his palms coming down on your ass, squeezing possessively — the shock of it lurching you forward a little. You gasped, and he revelled in it. You could see it in the way his tawny eyes darkened into a promising mahogany. Whenever Dazai looked at you like that, it eddied any and all coherent thoughts from your mind. Just like the first time you met him, the second, the millionth, you'd never tire from marvelling in your husband's beauty. Both on his gorgeous face and inside his well-protected soul.

You just had to peel back each and every layer he had learned to build up until you coaxed it out. But you would wait — for him, you would wait a lifetime.

Chuckling a heady sound, you leaned down, ghosting your lips over his parted ones. When he shifted up to try and connect your mouths together — you were mean. You pulled just out of his reach, grinning a wicked, vixen-like smile.

"All day?" You challenged. "But—oh—!"

A yelp tore from your throat when Dazai startled you by surging foreword and rolling until you were beneath him; trapped underneath his long, caging arms. His bangs tickled your face when he pitched forward to arrest you in his intense stare. Holding so much weight, so much promise, that it sent a thousand sparks of pleasure racing from the crown of your head right to the tips of your toes.

"Every day, my beautiful wife."

You didn't think either of you could wait until then.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 . . .

After the rather formal affair that was you and Kunikida Doppo's wedding; a honeymoon was far removed from your mind. So you were surprised, when your new husband approached you one morning, two long-distance train tickets held firmly in his grip. The ledgers are already taken care of, he had assured you when protests rose on your tongue, you needn't worry. There is enough staff to cover our absence.

There was something — something fiercely intense in his eyes when he had said those words, too. Of course, your husband Kunikida Doppo was a fierce man by nature; it was one of the many things you had learned to love about him. But then, you had been unable to place the heat in his eyes, the way his body strained towards you — as if holding some monstrous part of himself back.

You had been unable to place it — that was, until now.

His naked body stalked around the foot of the bed — soft, buttery light throwing all of his defined muscles into focus. The curtains of this private suite were decorated with cotton and cashmere, letting as much natural light into the room as possible while still offering you two some privacy. In fact, one of the drapes from your bathroom window were missing — but that was because it had been wound tightly around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard.

"One hundred and forty-five." Kunikida spoke suddenly.

Through your lust addled mind, you tried to parse his words. Your brows came down over confused eyes. "W-What?"

He stopped, snapping his Ideal book closed in one hand. And when he turned towards you — God, your tongue pasted to the roof of your mouth. He was marvellous. He was breath-taking — his blond hair let loose around his shoulders, the length of him standing stiff and erect for you to see.

"One hundred and forty-five," He repeated. The mattress dipped when he leaned one knee against it, then the other. "That is the amount of days which have passed since I had the first indecent thought about you."

He might as well already be touching you — the way those words instructed a shiver to race down your bare skin. Kunikida pitched forward so he was on all fours now — and with savouring slowness, he began to crawl towards you.

"O-Oh?" Was the only coherent thing you could get out. Your eyes darted all over him, you tried to rub your thighs together to garner some type of friction since he was so adamant to tease you. Kunikida's quick-silver eyes noticed the movement, however, and reached a large hand out. He flattened it on the bare skin of your thigh; a silent command for you to be still.

Frustrated, you levelled a heated glare at him, huffing, "This is no way to treat your new wife."

"Believe me," Kunikida's tone was controlled — always controlled, but you delighted in the fact that his lips twitched into a smile. "I have every intention of treating my wife very well, indeed."

Your breasts strained taut when he came to settle himself just over you and leaned up — bracketing your hips with those strong thighs. Ever since he had gotten your clothes off; Kunikida Doppo could not stop himself from just looking at you. An extremely controlling part of him was overcome with the mind-consuming urge to lock you up and keep you all for himself. But he knew he could not do that. So here he would revel, every moment he could, in you flushed and bare beneath him. Begging him with your eyes to touch you, to relieve that ache only he had caused.

Shit, Kunikida Doppo thought when he looked down at you, he'd pay only the finest artist to paint you like this. But then he'd have to rip their damn hand off.

He reached a hand out to trail it against your twitching tummy muscles. The hand which brandished that newly crafted gold band.

"It was exactly 11:48am, Tuesday the 7th," Kunikida murmured in a deep, throaty voice. His eyes glazed over as he trailed his fingers all over you — from your naval to your breastbone to letting them dance across the planes of your face. "When you walked into the main office with a large stack of reports a certain someone has been slackin' on. You bent over — in that tight little skirt you always wear," He inhaled, dragging your bottom lip gently with his thumb. "And I was overcome."

"O-Overcome?" You echoed. If he kept this up, you were very certain your new husband would make your heart burst out of your chest. You burned, you needed him like your air, like the blood roaring in your ears.

Kunikida leaned in close enough until he was all you could see. He dropped his voice, and the words rumbled out of his chest.

"Overcome with the need to bend you against the table and fuck you, right then and there."

A small whimper climbed up your throat. Like a butterfly, caught and pinned against a board, you fluttered restlessly beneath him. Kunikida placed the softest kisses against your skin; but you could feel the tension that tremored underneath his marble skin. He was taking his time. He was adamant to keep you here for as long as possible just to savour you, over and over again.

And you were more than willing to oblige.

"And now," You whispered, hot and needy, against him. "You have me right where you want me, Kunikida."

Your husband groaned and began to roll his hips against you — absolutely unable to help himself when you said those words. Gasping, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you were barely lucid enough to hear him growl out the words;

"And you'll always have me at your mercy, darling."

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 . . .

You and Atsushi had decided to get married under the gentle blossoms of springtime, but it had always been your dream to escape on a winter's honeymoon. Of course, when you broached the topic with him a couple of weeks before the ceremony, Atsushi took some time to gradually warm to the idea. He had never been out of the country, after all, and the thought of boarding a metal tube that soared thousands of feet in the air definitely did not appeal to his feline side.

"It's... so it doesn't stop off, somewhere?" He had asked you with those adorable wide eyes. "What if I need to pee?"

His country naivety was all too amusing to you — a warm grin brightened your face, and to stifle the chuckle, you buried into his silver hair, instead.

"There are toilets on the plane. And refreshments, and seats." You replied to him. "Besides, there'd be nowhere for us to stop off. We'd have to cross over the ocean, after all."

"T-The ocean?!"

The Harbin Ice and Snow festival held its open ceremony a few months after you and Atsushi's marriage, but once you got there, you knew it had been well worth the wait. The city was crafted with ice structures and snowy castles, illuminated by floodlights that coloured them all different shades. Both bundled in layers, you and your husband walked side-by-side through them, warming the other's hand. Atsushi bought you a delicious hot chocolate to share, and never missed the chance to kiss the cream off of your face.

"I have no idea how you're not wearing gloves," You said to him one evening as you strolled around the resort. From here, the blanketed mountains stood stark against the night sky, littered with evergreen trees. Each step you took crunched the snow beneath you.

"Ah," Atsushi piqued. He then lifted his hands to show them to you, and when you inspected them closer; you noticed that he had coated them in a thick layer of tiger fur. "Ta-dah!"

The funny sight caught you so off guard that you doubled over giggling. "What a convenient talent. I wish I could do that when I get cold!"

"You know I would if I could," He said, the warm sincerity of it coming to hug around you like your very own blanket. "But there's something that I can do."

"Oh?" You leaned up to regard your new husband — only to realise that he was no longer by your side. Instead, he had taken a few strides ahead, leaning forward onto all fours in that familiar position he took before an ability activation. Whoosh, the snow whipped up to bite your cheeks, the entire landscape was drowned out in the supernatural blue light as he shifted from man to beast.

The bands of light exploded to leave him in their remnants — only bigger, furrier, and so much more deadly. Not an ounce of fear touched your body, however — because even though standing in his place was a monstrous weretiger that prowled towards you; those were still Atsushi's eyes. The tender bump he gave you with his head still belonged to the person who had Atsushi's soul — your Atsushi.

You carded your fingers lovingly through his coat. "Hello, there." You murmured, taking his big head in your hands and scratching behind his ears. "What brings you here, Mr. Weretiger?"

Atsushi's honey-gold eyes held yours for a moment. Then, he made a swishing movement with his head — an indication for you to follow. You knitted your eyebrows, initially confused at what he wanted when he couldn't use human speech — but when he lay down in the snow and made his back easier for you to reach, you suddenly realised.

"Oh, okay." You hummed, manoeuvring to the side of his massive body and hiking your leg up. Shifting, you found a comfortable sitting position on his back. But not before you cuddled into his soft fur a little. "You are so warm, no wonder you don't need gloves."

His great big lungs reverberated when he spoke something you couldn't understand. Atsushi padded the snow — an indication that he was going to move, letting you know to hold on tight — before straightening up to his full height.

Then, he was running.

Galloping through the snow scape like you weighed absolutely nothing at all — the wind ripping through your hair, smattering your cheeks in little flecks of snowflakes. You gripped on tight to his coat, feeling the wild rush of adrenaline spike in your blood. His great big paws ate up the distance with agility, with grace. As easy and breathing for him in this form. You held on tight to your husband's body when he hopped from rock to rock, from tree to tree, taking you through your very own winter wonderland on a night you'd never forget.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

After the unholy shitshow — as your husband eloquently puts it — that was your wedding reception, it was safe to assume that Chuuya Nakahara was adamant to get out of the country in order to spend a few days alone with you. Somewhere extremely far away. And what better place was there, than the classy city of romance and wine?

He had been cunning in the preparations, refusing to reveal anything until it was the evening you scheduled to fly out on one of the Port Mafia's private air jets. Sure; the plane had been in regular use to smuggle large shipments of drugs across the Japanese border, but Chuuya had gone to touching lengths in order to make it special for you.

The inside was completely cleaned out and lavished with first-class opulence. When you stood in the hanger, suitcase in tow, you couldn't believe how beautiful he had made it look. And when he handed you a flute of fizzing champagne before boarding, he pulled you in by the waist; kissed you on the cheek, and said, are ya ready to see the real Eiffel Tower, sweetheart?

The sheer beauty of Paris was all you needed to make up for the long-haul flight over. Each building towered above you; beige stonework, panelled windows, the smell of fresh baked goods and coffee in the air. Chuuya walked with his hand on your back through the winding cobblestone walkways. He did not complain once when you spent hours busying around the shopping district La Vallée, gushing at all the quaint boutiques and bakeries. He bought as many pastries as your heart so desired. And on your last night, he told you to wear your finest dress, and took you on a boat ride around the city.

"This mustn't have been good for your bank account," You pouted, leaning over the side of the boat to admire the glossy river water. "Even for you."

Chuuya popped a piece of steak into his mouth. One eyebrow quirked. "I thought I told ya never to worry about money when you're with me, doll. Even more so now that you're my wife."

My wife, you closed your eyes, savouring the sound of it wearing his voice like the meal in front of you. It still sounded so foreign — a little out of place, when you had just gotten used to being to as the General's fiancée. When you opened your eyes, you allowed yourself a few seconds to marvel at the man who worked to make all your desires come true — and not because he had to, but because he wanted to, he loved to.

Chuuya's blue eyes twinkled underneath the fairy lights that hung from the boat's canopy. "What?"

You beckoned to all the other empty seats around you. "How did you manage to rent an entire boat for just the two of us, though?"

At that, your husband's lips lifted into a wide, vulpine smile. The type that made delicious heat lick down your spine.

"Do ya object to being on this big boat all alone with me, sweetheart?"

The heat cascading down your spine spread its fingers — until it was all over you, reaching the tips of your cheeks, the skin of your chest left exposed by the open dress. You swallowed, not breaking the eye contact, and placed your fork down with very precise movements.

You purposefully flicked your hair behind your shoulder — exposing your collarbone, the long column of your neck.

"Quite the contrary, my beautiful husband. In fact, I think the rocking could make riding you senseless feel extra good, if that was even possible."

There was a heartbeat where Chuuya didn't move. And then, the table was knocked to one side, there was a harsh clatter of metal and plates and his chair scraping against the deck when he surged for you.

You shrieked in delight when you felt his hands on your hips — hoisting you swiftly from the terrace chair and into his arms. Guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, you were held securely against him, looping your arms around his neck as he made quick work of the ships decking and down the stairs into your private bedroom.

When you both resurfaced onto the deck for some fresh air, you were blissfully unaware that the sun had risen and it had already become morning — but the crewmates definitely were.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 . . .

When your newly-wed husband Ranpo Edogawa pitched the idea of a honeymoon in Tokyo; initially, you were quite sceptical. Tokyo was a city packed with people and, God forbid; a very advanced transport system. Whatever could your particular partner want in the bustling capital of your country?

Roller-coaster rides and donuts and mickey mouse ears, apparently.

He was such a child at heart, you thought fondly as you watched him flutter around the food stalls at Tokyo's Disneyland Resort, pointing at all the colourful sweets he wanted to try. You suppose Ranpo never really had the opportunity to have a childhood; being hunted for his mind and hopping from job to job just to survive before he met the President. And you cherished that part of him. Your heart grew twice its size when he returned to you, a chest-full of of packaged goods and two sticks of candyfloss.

"According to my Deductions," Your husband boasted, thrusting the candy floss out to you. "Poo's Honey Hunt is the next attraction which will have the least amount of waiting time."

You took your candyfloss carefully from him. "Of course. Although do you think it's a good idea to go riding when you have a stomach full of sweets, Ranpo?"

He leaned back and guffawed. "Pwah! Nothing is impossible for the World's Greatest Detective!"

It turned out that spinning in a plastic honey pot one too many times was a little too much for the World's Greatest Detective, after all. You rubbed soothing circles against your husband's back and held his cape out of the way as he upheaved into a colourful trashcan the moment he stepped off of the ride. You hushed anything he tried to say, instead guiding him to sit with you by the riverside — watching the fairy tale boats float on by until the nausea subsided.

A bottle of water and a handful of pastries later; Ranpo Edogawa was right back on his feet again, dragging you by the hand to the next attraction with excited, skipping steps.

And when the sun dipped low behind the bright pink castle that was a landmark to the grounds and the sky darkened into twilight, your forever partner guided you across a beautiful bridge closed off to the public for the rest of the evening. Of course, you scolded him with each step, telling him that this would get you both in a world of trouble. Only for him to turn around and wink, assuring, the stewards only patrol this area of the park every quarter of an hour. We have at least twenty minutes until anybody will be near this area again.

"Ranpo, darling, I love you," You said to him, stepping over the foliage and onto the bridge painted with bright gold — mimicking those found in story books. "But if we get fined for this, I am taking away all of your sweet stash for at least a month."

He twirled around to face you when you came to a stop in the centre of the bridge; his hands folded behind his back. His tongue stuck out. "Boo. You wouldn't be able to figure out the code."

"You doubt the mind of a wife who is angry." You cooed, but were completely unable to help the smile that tickled your lips. You were like two schoolkids; sneaking around in a no-trespass area trying not to get caught. Although you didn't understand the entire reason as to why you were stalking around a closed area of the park late at night.

You decided to question him, tilting your head. "Remind me, why is it that we're slinking around Tinkerbell's Garden and running the risk of getting caught, again?"

Your question was left hanging when Ranpo decided to keep his lips shut. Instead, he lifted three fingers up in the air. You watched with knitted brows as he brought down one — leaving two left. Then, brought down the other. And just as he let the final finger close into his fist, there was a shrill whistle, a tail of sparks flying through the night—

BOOM!

The most brilliant firework exploded in the sky.

You gasped, turning to look above the canopy that hid you both. Boom, there was another — a brilliant explosion of red and yellow. Boom, boom, two at the same time. You were arrested in place, marvelling at the light show that sent a thousand sparkles reflecting in your eyes.

Warmth. Skin. Ranpo's hand coming to intertwine with yours. His soft lips ghosting your temple, whispering the words so sweet;

"They're almost just as beautiful as you, my wonderful wife."

ღ . . . the bsd men ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

requested by wonderful [ nonnie! ]

[loveriotss]

hellooo! I love your writing sm so I had to request something!! I’ve been seeing these videos of long-distance relationships where one partner surprises their bf/gf by showing up outta no where, and it’s all cute and sappy :(( ANYWAY I was thinking of a exchange student reader (male or gender neutral), who left 1-A after their first year to go back to their home country surprising katsuki on his bday ?!?! TYSM if u end up doing this!!

BIRTHDAY BOY ⸻ katsuki bakugo

SYNOPSIS — katsuki bakugo’s birthday is approaching, and he’s feeling the sting of missing his long-distance partner. what he doesn’t know is that his partnerhas secretly flown in from their home country to surprise him. INCLUDES — gn! reader, around 2.1k words, fluff, crack, bit of angst if you squint (its just bakugo being sad for a minute), smau + written parts WARNINGS — swearing

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

19th april, your house -> airport

you huffed, using all your strength to pull your luggage on top of the weighing scale. you squat down, checking the weight and with a relieved smile you pull it back off.

good! all your luggage was packed and you only had to shuffle around a few clothes to make sure they didn't weigh too much! you roll your suitcases and bag packs to the side and head into your room to get ready for the airport and your hour(s) long flight to japan.

it had been almost two years since you had left ua. it was a hard decision, leaving your friends, classmates and especially your boyfriend, katsuki bakugo. even though you two are countries apart, you both maintained your relationship.

endless calls, text messages, voice chats and sometimes even gifts in the mail. of course you still missed him like crazy, wanting nothing more to just sink into his arms after you've had a long and hard day.

and so when you realized that your schedule was completely free for the week, you decided to pay a visit to japan! excellent timing as it was also the week where your boyfriend would be celebrating his birthday.

you had decided to keep your plans a secret, only informing some of your close friends so that they could help you sneak into the dorms. (don't worry, you all asked permission from aizawa too)

you pulled on your shoes, making sure the laces weren't too tight before standing up. you double checked your bag for your passports and other important documentation before heading towards the car.

you grin down at your phone, heart beating in excitement as you heard the airport announcements call out your flight number. you decided to wait a few minutes before boarding. it was almost 12 am in japan and you couldn't miss wishing katsuki as soon as it's his birthday! you wait patiently, staring at your clock app as it shows japan's time. as soon as it strikes 12, you quickly switch to your message app and text katsuki a happy birthday.

now satisfied, you head to your airport gate, ready to go to surprise him.

20th april, ua dorms

katsuki bakugo stared at his phone, the bright screen illuminating his face in the darkened room. the text from you still blinked cheerfully against the backdrop of his solitary birthday.

he ran a hand through his spiky hair, his heart aching. despite the fire in his chest, the emptiness beside him felt colder than he expected. his gaze shifted to the small pile of unopened presents on the table, their colorful wrappings contrasting sharply with his mood. some of them were early presents snuck in by his friends while one of them was yours which had arrived quite early.

he was tempted to open it as soon as he saw it in the mail yesterday but you and his friends had strictly warned him not to open it until you said so. it was weird but he listened just because you told him to.

bakugo set the phone down and stared out the window, where the stars blinked softly. how childish of him. feeling sad on his birthday while you were so excited for him and have been planning on sending him so many gifts? what a jerk he was. he knew that you were too busy and couldn't make it this year. he tried to understand that he really did, but that didn't stop his heart from banging painfully against his chest.

20th april, airport

you gape at your phone screen, hurriedly whipping your head back as you scan your surroundings for the familiar pink and redhead.

and there they were, ejirou kirishima, grinning wildly as he waved his arms around to get your attention while mina ashido ran towards you in full speed.

she tackles you in a hug, giggling and squealing as you both jumped up and down, happy to be reunited. "Y/N! OH MY GOODNESS I FEEL LIKE I'M DREAMING!" she exclaimed, a bit too close to your ear. you laugh before replying, "MINAA! IT'S GREAT TO SEE YOU TOO! JUST MAYBE DON'T SCREAM DIRECTLY INTO MY EARS?" "oops!" mina replies, pulling away and giving you a smile. "how was your flight? did you eat alright? are you hungry right now? i have some food with me-" she rambles, going to reach into her purse before you stop her. "i'm fine mina, i had some food and slept for a bit. just a bit worried at how many messages i got from katsuki while i was flying . . " you say, laughing nervously as you side eye your phone.

"DON'T REPLY!" mina says hurriedly, taking you a bit by surprise. "he should not suspect a thing! you told him that you were 'hiking' with your family right?" she says, reminding you of your alias. you nod, shoving your phone deep into your bag to be forgotten. "yeah i did! gave him some random mountain and told him i wouldn't have any service for a while!" you reply as you notice kirishima who has finally caught up to the two of you.

he rests his palms on his knees, taking a minute to catch his breath before patting you on the shoulder. "good to have you back y/n!" he exclaims, flashing you a toothy grin. you slap your hand on his shoulder, giving him a happy nod as you reply, "i'm happy to be back eji!"

the two help you load in your luggage into the back of the car, taking a seat inside as you're surprised by the face of your former teacher.

"l/n. i see ashido and kirishima weren't lying." he says, offering you a curt nod. you give him a small bow. "good to see you too sir. i assure you mina and ejirou weren't planning on smuggling someone else into ua from the airport!"

the drive back to ua took about half an hour. you and your friends caught up with each other during the ride there and even went over the surprise plan.

"we're here" said aizawa gruffly, interrupting your conversation. you look out the window, the familiar building of ua coming into sight as your heart races with excitement and nervousness. mina gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder and ejirou gives you a nod, time for the first phase of the plan.

20th april, class 1-a common room

katsuki stared at his screen, watching his messages still being on delivered. was a stupid mountain really that important? what did it have that he didn't? wait . . is he getting jealous of a fucking mountain? katsuki scoffed at himself, tossing his phone away for the nth time this day as he burst out of his room and into the common room.

everyone was busy preparing for his birthday party. even though he said he'd blow everyone up if they pulled some shit like this, they eventually got their way and are now decorating the walls with streamers and balloons while the sweet aroma of cakes and cupcakes wafted from the kitchen. extra number 10 (sato) was in charge of the desserts.

“ready, jirou?” denki kaminari whispered, barely containing his grin as he clutched a bright yellow party hat in his hands as his eyes follow katsuki.

kyoka jirou, lounging on the couch, smirked and gave a nod. “go for it.”

and with that, denki lunged towards katsuki, attempting to crown him with the party hat.

“hey, what the hell—!” katsuki roared, swatting at the hat as denki's grin widened. a flurry of punches and shoves ensued, the room filled with the sounds of katsuki’s indignant shouts and denki’s playful laughter.

kyoka watched with growing amusement, her headphones hanging loose around her neck. her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. her smirk widened into a full-on grin. “well, well, looks like we have a job to do.”

“got something to share?” katsuki snapped between swipes at denki.

“just a little something, don't worry about it,” kyoka said, getting up and slipping her phone back into her pocket. she nodded to denki, who promptly gave one last playful shove to katsuki before darting behind.

kyoka followed, her laughter echoing behind her as she threw a casual, “happy birthday, bakugo!” over her shoulder. they slipped out the door, leaving katsuki still fuming and a little bewildered. what a bunch of weirdos.

20th april, hanta sero's room

hanta sero’s room was a hive of excited activity with the entire 'bakusquad' clustered around a large, ornately decorated gift box that took up most of the floor space. inside, you were hidden, barely visible through the narrow slit of the box’s lid.

“okay, so here’s the plan,” hanta said, adjusting the box’s lid to make sure it was secure. “we’ll get bakugo to step out of the common room for a bit, and then eiji and mina will sneak the box in.”

kyoka nodded, her fingers drumming on the side of the box. “got it. y/n you made sure to keep the letter inside that gift you sent to bakugo yesterday right?" she said, lifting the lid up to look at you inside the box. you nod as you reply, "yeah yeah i did. hanta remember to give it to him before the cake cutting!" "i know i know, i snuck into his room earlier and got it out." he says, tossing the little box from one hand to the other.

denki’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “perfect! i’ll handle the distraction. just need to keep him away from the common room for a bit. should be easy enough.”

with everything prepared and their roles clear, the group exchanged final smiles and thumbs-ups. time for the second phase of the plan.

20th april, class 1-a common room

the plan was flowing wonderfully. denki had succesfully led bakugo into the kitchen and made sure his back faced away from the common room as ejirou and mina hurried you into the empty space. kyoka kept a lookout, pressing her finger to her lips as all the other students stared in a confused and curious manner.

with a quick thumbs up from mina, kyoka cleared her throat and denki immediately backed away, dragging a confused katsuki away from the stove that was supposed to be 'broken'.

"hey bakugo!" called out hanta as he jogged towards him, handing him the small gift box. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DUMBASS DID YOU TAKE THIS FROM MY ROOM-" "shh just open it man, yell at me later." katsuki glared at him but decided to leave the death threats for later as he ripped open the little box that he had been waiting to unravel since yesterday.

inside was a piece of paper. what is this supposed to be? he pulls it out, tossing the box aside as he opens the letter.

open the big box! if you don't like it, i fear there is nothing you can do to return it because i didn't add a receipt! :P

katsuki smiled softly, staring at your familiar handwriting and the little doodle on the side. he glanced around and finally spotted the huge ass box that had not been there before.

katsuki walked up to it, eyeing everyone carefully incase there was a firecracker or something in there.

“what the hell’s in this thing?” he grumbled, his fingers deftly peeling away the wrapping paper.

his friends exchanged knowing glances, barely able to contain their anticipation. denki nudged kyoka. “this is going to be epic!” he whisper yelled into her ear.

katsuki tore off the final layer of wrapping and lifted the box’s lid, his eyes narrowing at the sight of something—or someone—inside. the lid creaked as it swung open, and out popped a familiar face, grinning up at him with eyes full of warmth.

“surprise!” you exclaimed, your voice a blend of joy and excitement.

for a moment, katsuki stood frozen, his usual scowl replaced by a look of utter shock. then, as if snapping out of a trance, his face softened into the widest, most genuine smile anyone had ever seen.

“y-you—” he stammered, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic emotion. “what the hell are you doing here?”

you slid out of the box and took a step closer, your smile matching his in intensity. “for your birthday silly! shocking news, i hadn't actually gone hiking.”

katsuki's eyes sparkled with unrestrained happiness, a rare sight that had everyone around them grinning. he pulled you into a fierce, almost bruising hug, his usual rough demeanor melting away. “damn it, i missed you.”

the room erupted into cheers and applause, but katsuki barely noticed, his focus entirely on the person he’d been longing to see. for a moment, everything else faded away, leaving just him and you, reunited in a way that felt almost too good to be true.

"i missed you too" you whispered, hugging him back tightly as you press a soft kiss on his cheek. "can't believe you lied to me . . really thought you weren't coming this year . . " he mumbled, burying himself deeper into the crook of your neck. "sorry sorry, i'll make it up to you." "you better . . it's my birthday." you giggle softly at his response, patting his back. "okay birthday boy."

NOTE — thank you sm for the compliment nonnie! i hope you liked this <33 lots of bakusquad mentions hope y'all don't mind i just really had a lot of fun with this surprise planning thingss. also this is my last bakugo request, two more to go gangalang 🔥.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[bokutosbabe]

The Albatross

a / n — tbh i haven’t caught up on the bllk manga but i love this man so i present you with ✨this✨ NOT PROOFREAD

content — yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, afab reader, childhood best friends to lovers, not exactly fluff but it’s cute, lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — Yukimiya Kenyu had always been told that you were "nothing but trouble" and "terrible danger." Despite that, he still couldn’t keep himself away from you after getting out of the Blue Lock facility.

✿.｡. “ the devil that you know looks now more like an angel” .｡.✿

Yukimiya Kenyu had always been told that you were "nothing but trouble" and "terrible danger." From the time you were children, those words echoed in his ears, coming from concerned parents, wary teachers, and cautious friends.

Try as he might, however, he simply couldn’t get away from you. You’d been his neighbor for about 6 minutes before you’d become a permanent fixture in his life. (much later in life he’d come to realize that his family moving in next door to yours in a new neighborhood would be his biggest blessing)

You had a wild spirit, always dragging him into adventures that left him breathless and exhilarated. He remembered the countless afternoons spent exploring the woods, your laughter ringing through the trees, and the way you’d both collapse into fits of giggles, covered in dirt and utterly happy. You were the albatross around his neck, but in the best way possible, grounding him with your reckless charm.

You were waiting at his doorstep when he got home from the doctor’s appointment that changed his life. No matter what anyone said, you’d never caused trouble for Kenyu— actually, you’d given him a sense of relief he’d never felt before. That day the two of you made a promise, that you’d be there for each other always, no matter what happened.

As the years passed, life pulled you in different directions. Kenyu’s soccer talent was undeniable, and soon he found himself in the Blue Lock facility, chasing dreams of professional glory. Letters and texts became infrequent before he left— focused on practicing, your presence a distant but cherished memory. Yet, in the quiet moments before sleep, he’d think of you, and the promise you’d made to always be there for each other.

And while he wouldn’t tell anyone this, he also thought about the spur of the moment kiss you’d given him when the two of you opened the letter telling him he was invited to the Blue Lock facility.

Yeah, his dream of being Japans best striker and wish to play soccer were what he was focused on…but maybe one day he’d finally muster up the courage to grant himself one wish he’d always wanted…

a life with you.

Years later, as he stood on the pitch for his first professional game, nerves fluttered in his stomach like a thousand butterflies. The stadium roared with anticipation, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He expected his family to be there to watch his game. He scanned the crowd, searching for a few familiar faces among the sea of strangers.

And then he saw you…

You stood out, just as you always had. Your hair was a bit longer, your smile a bit softer, but those eyes were the same ones he’d known since childhood. You waved, a small, hesitant movement, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The doubts, the warnings, the years of separation – none of it mattered.

As the game began, Kenyu played with a new fire, every movement driven by the knowledge that you were there, watching him. He didn’t know how long he could play soccer. He didn’t know how long his dream would be granted. He didn’t know if he’d get the same you he’d known from childhood.

He scored the winning goal, the crowd erupting in cheers, but his eyes never left you during time outs and when he was off the field. After the final whistle blew, he made his way to the stands, ignoring the fans and reporters clamoring for his attention.

He’d all but suffered being apart from you. Why didn’t he try to make a few more memories before going to the facility? He couldn’t even remember now.

Reaching you, he pulled you into a tight embrace, the years that had separated you seeming like they never existed. All the tension in his body began melting away in an instant. "I told you I’d always be there for you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise.

Your recounting of the promise the two of you had made all those years ago made kenyu want to cry.

He had two dreams that could begin fleeting in an instant, but he wouldn’t let another one slip out of his grasp.

"And I’ll always love you," he replied, his voice steady and sure. "No matter how much trouble everyone says you are."

In that moment, Kenyu realized that you were more than just his childhood friend. Sure you were some trouble and tried finding danger in the craziest ways, yet none of it ever mattered to him. To Kenyu, you were the one constant in his life, his anchor in a sea of uncertainties. And nothing anyone said would ever change that.

✿.｡. “ i’m the life you chose, and all this terrible danger ” .｡.✿

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[ikigaisvt]

dirty dancing

in which you get a little too excited about seeing your boyfriend on stage.

pairing: idol!chan x reader words count: 2.4k content: smut, idol au warnings: kinda switch!chan x switch/brat!reader, semi-public sex (they don't get caught but it's implied everyone ends up knowing), talk of jealousy, kissing, begging, swearing, dirty talk (m giving), hair pulling, teasing, edging (m receiving), blowjob, orgasm (m receiving), petnames (for reader: babe, baby, vixen, whore) pls lemme know if i forgot anything :) note: haiii! this is inspired by dirty dancing (new kids on the block ft. dino, dokyeom, vernon) so credits to them/the writers for the lyrics i used (in italic between each paragraphs). this is absolutely not inspired by the title of the song so don't expect someone to dance/do a strip tease for someone else 😭 also had to include idubily chan (go look for pics in case u don't know Him) in this someway, somehow,, minors/ageless blogs dont interact or i'll hard block u. hope everyone enjoy!

Roll that body, feel the energy

Chan has always been made for the stage and that’s something he knew from a young age. His love for dancing, for being cheered on and noticed has always been the biggest driving force of his life. His fans, too, have always been the most supportive towards their music and their stages. Here he is, performing in front of his fans for one of their Japan concerts of the Follow tour. He just went through Highlight’s routine with his Performance Team members before starting to perform I Don’t Understand But I Luv U, one of their newer songs. He puts his all in, trying to concentrate on giving his best – and he does – but his mind keeps going back to you and how you’re waiting for him backstage. Chan loves his fans and he is the most grateful for them; they gave him a chance to make his dreams come true. But despite being loved by so many people, Chan really awaits only your praises to know he did well on whatever he’s working on. Ever since you two started dating 2 years ago, your opinion has been the most important; he would hate to disappoint you, in any way. As his body keeps moving naturally through the moves – despite his mind being elsewhere – he realizes him and his team are nearing the end of the song. He tries harder for the last minute, you on his mind as his biggest strength to do his best; to always do his best.

I know that lingo, I think that she’s into me

Him and his three brothers stand still for a few seconds after doing the last move as the crowd cheers so hard he can hear it through his in-ears. The lights go out and they start to exit the stage as the screams never stop; it feeds into that feeling that settles in Chan’s stomach – a fire, something burning. He feels it overtake his thoughts as he finds himself backstage, in-ears off, searching for your eyes in the crowd of staff. He finds you, sat down on a chair in the corner – you probably chose this spot to watch the performances on the TV without being in the way. However, when he sees you, your eyes are already on him, as you take in his outfit, how his hair fall down on his forehead and the way you can feel the passion overflow from him. What he doesn’t notice is how much you want him; seeing him perform on stage made your belly ache with desire, made you want to please him. He slowly walks up to you but you don’t have the patience to wait a few more seconds; you almost run up to him, immediately taking a hold of his hand, not even answering his pleas, before dragging him through a series of corridors to the small – unoccupied – dressing room.

“Babe, what’s happening?” he says as he stops abruptly, closing the door behind him, “Are you okay?”

“I-” you start, not knowing how to explain you’re horny without him making fun – at least a little bit ­– of you, “Fuck,” you whisper as you take a hold of his face and kiss him fervidly. Your hands roam on his chest, to the opening of his shirt, working another button open as Chan gets lost in the kiss, in your scent, in the way your hands play with his outfit, his hair, lighting his skin on fire.

“Baby,” Chan mumbles in your mouth, trying to break free from your hold on him, “Fuck, baby, we can’t- I have to go up on stage,” he says under his breath after breaking the kiss, your forehead resting against his.

“Please,” you already beg even though he hasn’t even touched you yet, “Just let me suck you off,” you whisper, playing with his shirt’s buttons as his fingers tighten on your hips. That’s when you know he wants it; he thinks it’s a bad, bad idea, he knows he’ll get in trouble – no matter how good you are, he won’t be able to come in time. But when he sees your pleading eyes, lips slightly jutting out, as you grab down at his shirt, his determination breaks down. You can see the change of answer – and behavior – in his eyes as you sink down on your knees, his hand finding rest on top of your head as his cock twitches in his pants.

You’ll get me in a whole lot of trouble

“Was I that hot, up there?” he teases you as he brushes back your hair, your hands working his pants open.

“Hm, yeah,” you sigh in pleasure at the way his hand feels in your hair – and at the sight of his hard-on, “You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type because I can bet there are people in this crowd who wants you as much as I do,” you tease him back as you rub his cock through his briefs.

“You, not jealous? You should have seen your face when I showed some of the DMs I got on Instagram,” he sneers, blood instantly going to your face as you remember vividly some of the texts – and the jealousy you felt.

“So what?” you say, ticked off, as you rub his dick harder in your hand, precum oozing at the tip, leaving a wet spot on his underwear, “Should have told you to flirt back with your lovely fans? To give them what they want?”

“Enough about them,” he breaths out, leaning his head back as pleasure builds up stronger, faster, hotter in his body, “Come on, baby,” he whispers as he looks back at you, taking a hold of your hair and bringing your head closer to his hips, “You wanted to suck me off, didn’t you?”

You roll your eyes at his comment – knowing you’ll get pay back for this later, before getting his briefs down and holding his cock in your hand, jerking him off slowly just to tease him. You see his patience wearing off as seconds tick by, his jaw clenching, his eyes turning darker, his hand tightening in your hair. You can read what he thinks off his face; when he’s had enough, when he decides to come into action and make you take it and just as he’s about to speak, you take his tip in your mouth which he answers to with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, baby- Fucking finally,” he swears which makes a giggle erupt in your throat as you take him deeper, resting your hands on his thighs.

You don’t linger on the way you suck him off; you don’t stop taking him faster, rougher, deeper, always trying to get him closer to his release. You look up at him, his hands tightening against your skull as low moans come out of his mouth constantly, his eyes almost rolling back but he holds it off, trying to look at you through it all.

Feel the bass, feel the boom, feel the rubble

“Babe, can you hear that?” he asks through moans, as you stop sucking him to stroke him instead, “We can hear the music from there,” he whispers getting a hold of your face as you kiss the tip of his thumb.

“Hm,” you answer him as he plays with your lower lip before sinking his thumb in your mouth which makes him shudder. You two stay like this for a few seconds before he quivers, feeling the pleasure build up almost too much. As the first song comes to an end, you both start to hear different sounds but the one who stands out the most is the sound of someone walking down the corridor leading to this dressing room. Chan realizes after you, still in that pleasure-filled haze, his eyes widening and he starts to put distance between the two of you before stopping him.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “I locked the door,” you whisper, your thumb rubbing his tip as you can hear a new song playing in the dome, the walls and the floor vibrating with the notes.

“Fuck, baby-” he moans lowly at the feeling of your hand on him, “you’re a little vixen, aren’t you?” he starts again as the sound making him tense get further away. You giggle, proud of how you got him to be, and stay, with you.

“You’re getting me in trouble, you know?” he sneers, hand feeling heavier on the top of your head as you smile innocently up at him, precum still dripping out of his tip, getting on your fingers.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but you’re loving this trouble,” you chuckle as you lick your own fingers coated with his pre-cum.

Caught up in the daze, caught up in the maze

His eyes get darker at the sight, thoughts running wild – your innocent mouth usually saying sweet words but now here you are, licking him off you – as you beam up at him, guessing how hot he thinks you are.

“Get to work, whore,” he tells you, pulling at your hair as you take him back into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste and the heaviness of him, “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Bet I’m getting you dripping right now,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, “And I’m not even touching you.” He can feel the pleasure build stronger, his fingers tingling with want for more as he loudly moans, your hand pinching at the sensitive skin on his thighs.

“Fuck- I’m so close,” he mumbles, gripping at you harder as you suck at his head harsher before slowing down, always trying to build his want even higher, and letting go of him to take a breath.

Time is standin’ still, but I’m already late

“Baby- We gotta be quick,” he tells you, pushing back some hair out of your face, “Come here,” he says as he brings your face closer to his hips with a hand on your cheeks. He holds his cock in one hand as you open your mouth to let him push his cock into you, “Fuck- You feel even better than a second ago,” he moans, his bliss building higher and higher – waiting to come crashing down.

Before he can come, he hears sounds outside the door – he can almost hear voices calling out to him but his brain quickly focuses on you – you are everywhere; your hands rubbing at his thighs and abs, your sounds as you take him in – as you drown in his scent, in who he is, your eyes, looking up at him with a universe shining in your pupils, filling with tears as his hips bucks, faster, harder.

“Fuck, I think the song is over,” he mumbles under his breath, “Come on, make me cum, make me cum,” he urges you, voice breaking, as you take him deeper, not needing to keep stroking the rest of him – you choke on him, on his scent, on his heaviness.

Imma need an alibi

He knows, deep down, behind the pleasure you’re giving him, he’s fucked. Completely, utterly fucked. He’ll get out this room and will have probably a minute to make up something, a reason as to why his panting, his eyes and cheeks reddened and his pants wrinkled. He tries so hard to buy himself time, to make something up right now but you’re so much, he’s losing all coherent thoughts. You’re the one who has him in your mouth and yet he can taste you on his mouth – he moans at the memory of your taste, of your moans when he pleases you – oh, how much he wishes he could have you right now.

I’m tryna think of something, I can’t concentrate

“Fuck, my little vixen,” he groans, as you feel him twitch in your mouth, as he chases his orgasm, “I can’t even think of anything but you and your sweet, sweet mouth,” he mumbles, his hips bucking again, “I’m so close,” he says again, gripping your hair harder, “Don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans before cumming down your throat.

If before was getting burned, then this is fucking hell; his eyes rolling back as his head tilts backwards, his hand holding you still as his hips work himself through his bliss, bruising your throat. You feel him everywhere, all the way down to your belly. It’s when he starts to feel sensitive that he slows down, until coming to a stop and pulling out of your mouth. You’re proudly looking up at him, Chan still in the post orgasm haze to realize he needs to run.

He looks down at you before gently patting your head; “How are you feeling?” he asks you, your eyes still shining a little and your cheeks reddened.

“I’m okay,” you whisper, your voice coming out huskier than usual – you know you’ll need a lot of water after this, “I really am,” you reassure him after seeing how worried he got at the sound of your voice. You get up, Chan cleaning himself up and pulling up his pants, before you cross your arms behind his neck as you kiss softly.

“You did really well, by the way,” you smile after your kiss, looking at him oh so sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” he blushes before kissing you again, one of his hands resting on your cheek, “You did, too,” he whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Thank you,” you giggle, “So, when are you leaving me?” you ask him, knowing he forgot where he was and what he needs to do.

“What-” he starts, confused of your question, before realizing he is late for his show, “Fuck! Fuck, baby, okay,” he says as he lets go of you, walking to the door, “I need to go! I’ll talk to you later, okay? Don’t go anywhere,” he tells you after opening the door – as soon as he gets out, he runs down the corridor, not even waiting for your answer.

“I won’t!” you scream behind him as you watch him get to his stage, “Love you!” you say before he disappears in the corner. A few seconds after, you hear him answer with a screamed “Love you too!” before you get back in the dressing room, smiling to yourself.

Chan, apologetic as ever, but more energized than before, gets back on stage a little later than planned – he gets disapproved looks from his members and he knows he’ll get scold after the concert. But he’ll always like a little trouble with you – and a little dirty dancing.

thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it 🫶 do leave a like/comment/reblog if you liked it and i'll love u forever 🫶

[earthtooz]

fluff, enemies to lovers but rin's in love w u he's just an idiot, swearing, maybe ooc!rin?

out of all things to happen on a saturday evening, you weren't expecting itoshi rin to crash your date.

that’s exactly what happened when you arrived at the restaurant your supposed date had booked a reservation at. you were preempting to meet isagi’s friend from high school, not japan’s number one striker and the man who couldn’t resist giving you a migraine every day you saw him. he was dressed in a crisp suit with the inside shirt having a few buttons undone, (deliciously) paired with a very expensive-looking watch. you didn’t know whether to scream at him or run away.

well, not that you had the option for the latter anyways, because just when you were about to turn around, his gaze rose from his phone to lock directly with yours. a stare so icy that it froze you to the cement, cutting off your circulation, leaving you to feel a little lightheaded. 

the feeling worsens when he stalks over to you with unmatched confidence, unabashedly grabbing your hand to intertwine it with his as he all but pulls you towards the restaurant. not a word is able to leave your mouth. you don’t utter one syllable as rin confirms his booking and a waiter leads you to the reserved spot in the restaurant.

it’s a private room.

he booked a damn private room.

it’s awfully romantic too. there are lit candles, a beautiful flower arrangement on the table, and the intimacy of it all sharpened your nerves, filling your stomach with premonition. as rin guides you by the small of your back to sit down, you let out a small yelp of alarm, one that he dismisses whilst pulling out your chair for you. already one second in and you were embarrassing yourself.

the strangest part was how quiet rin was. he always preferred to keep to himself but when it came to ridiculing you, the striker just couldn’t resist spilling out a few insulting quips; just one or two thousand here and there. you almost believed that agitating you was his second favourite activity, after soccer of course. 

so the rin that sat in front of you felt like a complete stranger. despite having seen him daily for majority of the past year, fixing any injuries he got whilst out in the field, and suffering many back-and-forths whilst doing so, it was odd to see him so… complacent? not hostile? nervous?

no. itoshi rin never got nervous. 

“hi,” he begins awkwardly. the fire on the candle wavers a little. 

finally, after minutes of speechlessness, you find it in you to speak. 

“what the fuck?” the dark-haired’s expression scrunches a little, his eyes dodging yours. “what’s the meaning of this? why are you here? i’m so confused!”

“i uh-” he coughs, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck, the action folding his shirt ever so slightly to reveal more of the skin that laid under. you try not to ogle. “we’re on a date.”

“no we’re not?” you counter, absolutely astounded at his audacity. “i’m not supposed to be on a date with you! i’m supposed to be on a date with isagi’s friend!”

his eyes widen a little at your outburst. your intense confusion merges to become fury that seeps out of you so effortlessly, painting the room with suffocating tension and pressure. something tells you that this anger has been waiting to make itself known for a while now, pent up from months of frustration.

“i came here because i wanted a nice night out, not for more of your taunts and mockery! don’t you get enough of it during the day? are you trying to make fun of my love life or something? i was really looking forward to this night, y’know, especially with everything isagi was telling me about the guy i was supposed to go out with,” you cover your face with your hands, admitting defeat. itoshi rin got you, once again. 

rin suppresses the jealousy bubbling in his chest, his insides twisting into an ugly shape of bitterness at the image of you with another man, washing over him like fresh lava from a volcanic eruption. 

“can you say something?” you demand, inwardly cursing yourself for the way your voice wavers; an indication of how frazzled and distraught you were feeling.

“you look beautiful.”

“oh.”

that was not what you were expecting.

suddenly the rage you felt mere seconds ago dissipated into a small cloud of flattered bliss, causing you to sink in your chair and cower from his intense gaze. was it always this hot in here or was it just you?

in the midst of your mini-tantrum, you did not notice how rin’s eyes were glossed with fascination, marvelling at you as if you were the most wonderful thing in the world. it reminded you of a kid in a candy store. he was… adorable, to say the least.

“th-thanks,” you stutter, murmuring out the only phrase you could instinctively think of in the haze of your clouded mind. “look- how, or, why are you here?”

the dark-haired shuffles in his seat, readjusting himself to fit the ‘cool guy’ persona he’s worked so hard to maintain. “i’m here because i’m a better date than isagi’s lukewarm friend.” 

“rin, that doesn’t make any sense,” you huff. “you hate my guts-”

“-no i don’t,” he says hurriedly and in a tone that takes you off guard. there is a sense of urgency behind it, so unlike anything you’ve believed to be characteristic for rin’s stoic and unbreaking personality. he looks away to the side, clearing his throat. “i don’t hate you. it’s kind of the opposite.”

you feel like itoshi rin just slapped you across the face. was this some kind of sick prank? where were the cameras? maybe there was one behind the painting- fuck, there could’ve been one in your drink for all you know. then you realise, out of all things you could describe itoshi rin with, a prankster was not one of them, meaning, that this life-changing detail that he just provided you was authentic and real. 

what a cruel twist of fate this saturday has bestowed upon you. 

“what?” you sputter, “but- but you, what?” 

“is that so hard to believe?”

“yes! i thought you absolutely despised me! you look at me with so much disgust and indifference!”

“that’s just my face,” he deadpans. you sigh, unceremoniously placing your face in your hands. rin leans forward in his seat, hands reaching to rest in the middle of the table, just a few centimetres away from yours. the itch to grab your hands in his is overwhelming but he holds himself back. “i’m not indifferent towards you. i actually… really like your company and getting to know you.”

“is it rude to say that i find that hard to believe?” you cower slightly from the seriousness of his ‘really?’ look. “this entire time i thought the last thing you wanted to do was be around me!”

"i do want you- i've never not wanted you.”

a swarm of butterflies erupt in your core, fluttering all the way up to your heart, threatening to carry it out of your chest and elevate it to fall into the hands of itoshi rin. the effect this man has on you is sickening. 

“i see,” you pathetically mutter. 

rin looks akin to a kicked dog at your simple answer to his confession, his shoulders sagging a little as his hands retract from yours. his expression dampens, ever so slightly. 

“should we have a do over, then?” 

a smile that you’ve never seen rin wear before appears on his expression, brightening up his demeanour as he stammers out a quietly enthusiastic ‘yes’. 

the night ends with you walking out of the restaurant with rin’s jacket draped over your shoulders and the promise of a second date.

[heli-writes]

Between then and now, Part 3.

Part 3: The job

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Summary: When a whirlwind affair between you and All Might was found out by his manager, it was made sure that no one ever knew about you or your relationship with All Might. Even twenty years later, Toshinori Yagi still thinks of you. His retirement leaves him lonely in a cold city apartment and he wonders what could’ve been. Maybe it’s time to rekindle? But is that what you want?

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Note: -

Heli’s Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The present day, Japan.

You take a deep breath and pull at the end of your blazer in hopes of straightening it a bit.

It's your first day at your new job, after working at the same hero agency for almost 20 years. It's not only new but also a bit scary. In the past, you've worked for an American hero who throughout his career ranked somewhere in the lower top ten. The hero called Solar Flare was already an established, popular hero when you started working for him. You just quit All Might's hero agency and were desperate to get a new job before you started showing. Luckily for you, All Might's popularity in the US was enough to make you look like a valuable addition to any hero agency.

Solar Flare was about ten years older than you, married, and a father to four children. Today you know that Flare knew you were pregnant when you came in for your interview but you're not sure whether he hired you because of your credentials working for All Might or because he took pity on a pregnant lady. Either way, you liked working for Flare. Like his fire quirk, he was a warm and kind man. He and his team made you feel welcome in a country where everything seemed foreign to you.

You think fondly about your former boss as you wait for the elevator to reach the ground level. Your new boss is waiting for you all the way up in one of Musutafu's skyscrapers.

The elevator in front of you 'dings' and the door opens. A bunch of businessmen leave the small containment, brushing past you in a hasty manner. You've forgotten how productive workers your countrymen are.

When you finally manage to get inside the elevator, you push the button that takes you all the way up. Luckily for you, no one else joins your ride. You turn around and look at yourself in the mirrored wall of the small space. Quickly, you brush a couple of hair strands behind your ear and rub at your cheek where a bit of makeup seems to have smudged.

You look almost as nervous as your first day working for Flare. Looking back on it now, it's really ridiculous how intimidated you were by the man during your first two weeks. Solar Flare has retired now and he and his family have become some kind of friends to you. Your son often played with Flare's children. You even have to thank him for this job. After closing his hero agency, he not only wrote a praising letter of recommendation for you but also used his connections to secure a job interview with Mount Lady's hero agency.

The elevator comes to a halt and you take another deep breath before the doors slide open. You walk up to the receptionist's desk and introduce yourself. The older lady behind the counter has been expecting you and leads you to Mount Lady's office.

„Ms. L/n!“, Mount Lady smiles as you enter the room. You smile back at her.

This is the first time you meet the heroine in person. The job interview and the prep talks were held online. Thanks to the pandemic for that. Even in her small form, Mount Lady is a lot taller than you expected.

„It's great to finally meet you in person, ma'am.“, you tell her and politely bow your head to her.

Mount Lady laughs and swats her hands. „Please, no need to be so formal! It's me who should bow. You've got a lot more experience in the business than me.“, she tells you and gestures for you to take a seat.

Mount Lady and you go over your tasks and schedule one more time. You already were informed about your responsibilities but it's good to talk about them once more. The work you will be doing for Mount Lady will be somewhat different from the work you did for Solar Flare. A lot of Mount Lady's public appearances are media-related in contrast to Flare who preferred to keep his life private and focused on working closely with the police. Therefore, you will handle a lot of PR-related things alongside her actual PR team.

You don't mind it, since it's similar to the work you did for All Might.

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Twenty-two years ago, Japan.

„You will be mostly responsible for coordinating All Might's press-related appointments. I assume you know what that will entail. Book limousines to get him there in time, have his suite at hand, etcetera.“, Mr. Kanno tells you as he leads you through the hero agency.

Your head already spins. This was supposed to be a tour of the building and instead, Mr. Kanno bombards you with information about your tasks and responsibilities. You try to note everything down but Mr. Kanno walks so fast you can barely keep up with him.

Abruptly, Mr. Kanno stops and you almost run into your superior.

„One more thing, l/n-san...“, Mr. Kannos says and turns around to you. His eyes bore into yours and you swallow hardly.

„Remember that you're replaceable. Don't think that because All Might himself chose you for this job or because of your father's reputation, you will get any special treatment.“, he says coldly.

You straighten your posture. You know that Mr. Kanno means this as a threat but you're happy he's saying it. You don't want preferential treatment. Somehow, you managed to secure this job for yourself, by yourself. Even though you're still not sure how comparing All Might to a pest got you here, yet somehow it did.

„I wouldn't dream of it.“, you tell him and hold his gaze. Mr. Kanno gives you a curt nod and continues his marathon through the building.

*~*~*~*

By the time, Mr. Kanno dismisses you into your lunch break, you're spent. Your head spins with all the new impressions and information you've been bombarded with the last few hours. Mr. Kanno was kind enough to show you the way to the cafeteria but the moment he's outside, you turn around and walk back to the elevator.

Right now, you don't want to have lunch in a stuffy cafeteria with dozens of other employees. You need a moment to breathe and clear your head.

You take the elevator all the way up the building's roof terrace. The sun hits your face the moment you step outside. You're holding the bento your mother brought over to your new apartment this morning. She's been the only one who has been somewhat supportive of your choice to work for All Might. Right now you really can't wait for the familiar taste of your mother's cooking to hit your tongue.

Before you look for a place to sit down, you walk up to the railing at the edge of the building. You look over the city before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

„Rough first day?“

You flinch at the sound of the familiar voice. Your new boss.

You twirl around and bow deeply. „A-all Might, I didn't expect to see you so soon. You must be quite busy!“, you greet him.

When you lift your head, you see him sitting at a picnic table with a tablet from the cafeteria. He's wearing his hero suit but his posture is relaxed and the smile on his face not as radiant as the one on TV. He looks kind, you think.

„Well, I always have my lunch up here. Unless there's a villain attack. Then I'm not having lunch, of course.“; he laughs and points at the seat in front of him. „Sit down!“, he tells you.

Reluctantly, you walk over to him and sit down. You feel uncomfortable eating lunch with him. Especially, considering the circumstances of your hiring.

„Hmm, self-made lunch? Not a cafeteria kind of pal?“, he asks and points at your bento.

„Uh-h, yeah, my mom made it.“, you admit and blush. Somehow, you feel silly admitting your mother made you a lunch bento at your age.

„Oh man, lucky you! I'm stuck with whatever they're selling downstairs!“, All Might complains. Then, he bends over the table and tells you with a hand covering half his face: „Don't trust taco Tuesday. You don't want to work after eating whatever they serve on that day“.

It's so unexpected, you have to laugh.

„Really, I'm telling you. Worst days of my life!“, he reaffirms his statement.

„Well, I'm not much for Mexican food anyways.“, you tell him and he gives you a smile.

He observes you while you unpack your lunch. You almost start to feel uncomfortable again when he asks you: „Is Kanno-san giving you a hard time?“.

You swallow the piece of rice quickly before assuring: „N-no, he's been showing me everything. It's really helpful.“

All Might gives you a raised eyebrow.

„You know, you don't have to know everything by the end of the day, even if he makes it seem so. It's normal to take a month or so to get settled and for everything to run smoothly. Don't let his threats of being replaced get to you.“, he tells you.

You look at him surprised. „He says that to all new employees?“, you wonder out loud and All Migh snaps his fingers.

„So, he has been giving you a hard time. I knew it. I told him not to, but oh well...“, he trails off.

You look at him bewildered. He told him what? Suddenly, the taste of your mother's cooking is more bitter than you're used to.

„You don't need to do that.“, you tell him cooly, „I can handle my own“.

All Might looks at you surprised. Did he do something wrong?

„I'm sure you can handle yourself but Kanno-san is too harsh on newbies. He needs to let loose a bit on you guys.“, he tells you and notices how you relax a bit.

So, it's not about you but about newbies in general. You feel a bit relieved. It makes you wonder if All Might is even aware of your background. Surely, Mr. Kanno must've told him.

„Thank you.“, you answer a bit softer. „I just want to prove I can do this on my own.“, you offer an explanation for your bitter reply earlier. All Might gives you a nod and a smile.

„Don't worry, y/n. I look forward to seeing you prove yourself around here.“, he tells you and that makes you feel prouder than any half-assed compliment could ever make you feel like.

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The present day, Japan, U.A. High School.

The soda can lets out a soft hiss as Toshinori sits down in the teacher's lounge. He just returned from teaching young Midoriya's class. These young people are really hard to handle, he decides. Especially that Bakugou kid.

„Ah, All Might, enjoying your break?“, Present Mic booms from the entrance of the teacher's lounge. Toshinori almost flinches at the sound of his colleague's loud voice.

„Y-yeah...“, Toshinori chuckles embarrassedly. He's still unsure how to talk to his colleagues around here. He's a senior to them and a more experienced hero, but these guys sure have more skills and experience when it comes to educating young adults.

Present Mic walks over to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup. It doesn't take long for the other teachers to enter the lounge as well. Busy chatting fills the staff room and Toshinori can't help but feel a bit out of place.

Sure, his colleagues do their best to include him in their conversation but Toshinori can't help but feel a bit like an outsider. He's never been an educator. He's always been a hero. It's a lot harder to switch between these roles than it seems.

Before taking this job, he never ever would have thought that being a teacher is so hard. Teachers work longer hours than expected. Grading papers, preparing lessons, and working on other bureaucratic things that Toshinori never knew were part of being a teacher. And let's not start with teacher conferences, talks with parents, and disciplinary actions against rebellious teenagers. Some of these kids are harder to handle than the villains he fought. At least he could punch these guys when they provoked him too much. Also, sending them to prison is a lot more satisfying than sending a smug teenager to detention.

„All Might, how are you settling in?“, the small principal's voice chirps close to his face.

Toshinori jolts away from the armrest on which Principal Nezu is sitting.

„Gosh, you startled me!“, Toshinori complaints.

„My bad!“, Nezu apologizes and then sheepishly adds: „You did look like you were somewhere else right now.“

Toshinori straightens his posture. He really doesn't want to talk about the hardships of teacher life with the humanoid rodent.

„Just been reviewing my last lesson and thinking of ways to improve my teaching.“, he tells the principal. Toshinori isn't sure whether Nezu's face looks unchanging because a mouse can't move their face like a human or because the principal looks straight through his lie. Considering Nezu's high intelligence, he guesses it's the latter.

„Tell me, Toshinori, are you well with your new role here at U.A.?“, the small rodent presses on and Toshinori internally groans. Why is Nezu so observant?

„Everything's fine. It's a bit hard getting used to this new job, but it'll be alright. I enjoy working with the students.“, Toshinori tells him. It's not a lie. He does enjoy his new job. That doesn't mean he feels completely comfortable with it yet.

„That's great to hear. We're glad to have passionate teachers here at U.A.“, Nezu praises him and Toshinori feels relieved that he successfully adverted his boss's attention.

„But you know...“, Nezu trails off, „There's more to your new life than just work.“

Toshinori scratches the back of his head embarrassedly. „Haha, yes, of course!“, he replies. Suddenly, Present Mic joins the conversation.

„Yeah, have you picked up any new hobbies yet? Heard you spend your weekends with school stuff.“, Present Mic chirps in.

„Oh, well, I've been working on that puzzle you all got me for Christmas.“, Toshinori offers as an answer. By the look on Present Mic's face, he can see that the other man is about to give him a mocking response when Midnight intrudes as well.

„That sounds as boring as spending a Saturday night with my parents.“, Midnight comments drily. Then, a sweet, but evil, smile spreads across her face.

„Tell us about your love life, All Might. Have you found a girlfriend yet?“, she asks nonchalantly.

Toshinori feels the blood rise up into his face. Suddenly, it's very hot in the teacher's lounge. Toshinori is no prude by any means but after years of avoiding the topic in public, he still does not like talking about it.

„U-uh, no, Ms. Midnight. No girlfriend. Not that I was looking for a partner in the first place.“, he answers his younger colleague. Midnight clicks her tongue.

„What a shame. I bet a lot of ladies are just dying to get a piece of the grand All Might.“, Midnight replies with the same evil smile on her face. Also, she repeatedly pokes Toshinori's side with her elbow.

„Haha, Ms. Midnight, you're too kind.“, Toshinori replies awkwardly.

„Yeah, I mean have you tried dating apps? You don't necessarily need to want a girlfriend to try that out.“, Midnight proposes and Toshinori wants to die.

„I think I'm too old-schooled for these kind of things. Plus, I'm very happy with how things are right now.“, he tells her determinedly. His colleagues exchange looks that just scream „Yeah, sure.“ and Toshinori feels like he laid it on a bit too thickly. He lets out an embarrassed laugh.

„A-anyways! What are you all doing the upcoming weekend?“, he quickly tries to take the attention away from him. He breathes in shakingly as his colleagues start chatting about their weekend plans. He doesn't really listen to them. He's still hung up on what Midnight said.

Silly Midnight. What is she thinking? I can't go around looking for a girlfriend, he thinks and shivers at the idea. It feels wrong and weird. The idea that All Might can't have a partner is rooted so deeply in his mind that even now he can't imagine it, not even nowadays.

And really, who would want me like this anyway?, he thinks.

*~ *~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*

The present day, Japan.

You're absolutely spent when you arrive at your apartment.

Mount Lady and her team didn't even make you do a lot today. It was basically an orientation day for you to get to know your coworkers and your work space. You've met with the IT team that set up all your accounts and official work e-mail. They even organized a small get-together at the end of the day to welcome you. All in all, they really tried to make your start easy but all the new faces and conversation drained your battery.

You flop onto the couch and take off your heels. You stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before you find the energy to pull your phone out of your pocket to answer the messages that have been sent to you throughout the day. Takeo texted you a couple of times. First to wish you luck for your first day. Then a message on how to operate his dorm's washing machine followed by two more desperate messages about the washing machine. There were some messages in the Solar Flame Agency group chat where your former colleagues asked how your first day was. Finally, there's an e-mail from your landlord about trash regulations. You're too tired to answer most of them, so you only send some brief washing machine instructions to Takeo and decide to answer the rest later.

You order some takeout and hop in the shower while waiting for your food. After the shower, you feel a little bit more alive again and you take the time to answer the other messages until the delivery boy rings at your door.

While eating, you scroll through social media. You decide to follow your new boss and the rest of her hero team, the Lurkers. Mount Lady's Instagram is flawless and you salute her PR team. Her posts are the perfect combination of showing off her success in fighting villains, her charity work, bikini pictures, and advertising skin care products. You swipe through her pictures until you come across a picture that makes you choke.

You have to put down your chopsticks and cough up the noodles that ended up in the wrong pipe. Quickly, you chug down some water to ease the burning pain in your throat. Roughly, you wipe the tears of struggle from the side of your eyes.

You almost want to laugh at yourself. Ridiculous how a picture can still make your heart feel like this. You pick up your phone again. It's Mount Lady at a red-carpet event. Next to her, All Might poses in his signature posture and beaming smile you've grown to hate. Hate, because it's so dishonest to the smile he wears when he means it. You check the date and see that it was taken half a year before the Kamino ward incident. Your heart sinks a bit further into your stomach. You wonder what Toshinori looks like now.

You remember how shocked you were when you watched his press statement a week after the fight. How thin he looked. As if the hero life chipped bits and pieces away from him until there was only his skeleton left. You remember being angry at him for letting it come this far. Angry at everybody else for letting him do this to himself. Where were Mr. Kanno and Sir Nighteye? Weren't they his advisor and close friends?

You find your finger hovering over the Google shortcut tempted to look Toshinori up. You decide against it. It would only make you sad.

The Instagram post left you spooked and suddenly you lost all appetite. You put away the leftovers and start to tidy up the small apartment. Absent-mindedly, you put things away while still thinking about Toshinori. You tidy up until there's nothing left to put away anymore.

You're standing in the middle of your living room a little lost.

You're not sure what to do next.

*~ *~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*

Twenty-two years ago, Japan.

Never ever in your life, have you ever felt this lost. University was a joke compared to this job. It's safe to say that you absolutely underestimated All Might's schedule and the workload of this new job.

It's already half past eleven and your office lies in darkness besides the city lights gleaming through the window and the artificial light of the computer's screen.

Salty tears stream down your cheeks and you ruffle through your hair in desperation. You're still working on coordinating all of All Might's social appointments for the next few days. It seems whenever you figure out a schedule, Mr. Kanno enters your office and throws another appointment in your face.

If coordinating all these appointments is wearing you out like this, you wonder how it must be for All Might to keep up with this schedule. Always looking good, always smiling, and always, always in a good mood.

Ferociously, you wipe at your face. You can't cry about this. You chose this, didn't you?

For a moment, you ask yourself if all of this has been a mistake. If you should've taken the job at your father's firm instead.

You shake your head firmly as if to shake the thought out of your head. No, you chose this. You want this. You're not giving up just because it's a bit rougher than expected.

You're not a quitter.

You've got this.

*~*~*~*

Figuring out the schedule was a pain. But two hours and three cups of coffee later, you're finally content. And at the limit of your strength. Printing out the schedule, you finally call it a night. Turning off your computer, you finally leave your office. You drop by Mr. Kanno's office and put a copy of the schedule on his desk. Shouldering your bag, you make your way to your last destination: All Might's office. One more copy to drop off and you're finally free.

Until 7 am, at least.

All Might's office is on the other side of the floor. You make your way through the darkness and silence of the hero agency. If you weren't so damn tired, you'd probably be spooked by it.

You turn a corner and bright lights that come out of your boss's office make you squirm your eyes. When your eyes have gotten used to the light, you make out All Might's massive form behind his desk.

Seems like I'm not the only one working late, you think.

Softly, you knock on the glass door and the man behind the desk jolts up. Clearly, he didn't expect to have a visitor this late. When he makes out your frame in the darkness behind him, he waves you in.

„Good evening, sir. I'm bringing your schedules for the next few days.“, you tell him while extending your arm holding the copy.

All Might blinks at you disorientedly. Clearly, he doesn't get what you're talking about. Maybe it's your own tiredness but only now do you notice the deep circles under his eyes. He looks so tired, you think and your heart goes soft. He really is working harder than everybody else.

All Might clears his throat.

„Yes, u-uh, thank you, y/n.“, he says trying to sound all professional but he can't hide the exhaustion in his voice. You give him a small smile.

You want to go home to your bed, it's desperately calling out to you. But you feel bad leaving him behind with the stacks of papers that are on his desk.

„Is there anything I can help you with, sir?“, you ask him instead, and internally you want to scold yourself. Why on earth are you offering to stay and help? You can't function tomorrow if you don't get at least a few hours of sleep.

All Might looks at you surprised, and then his gaze softens. „No, no, y/n. Go home, you're way past your hours.“, he tells you and jokingly adds, „I'm not sure we can afford to pay so many extra hours.“

You give him a comical look. „You think I'm still clocked in? Funny.“, you tell him. All Might sighs and rubs his face. „Yeah, same.“, he answers.

You could leave. Wish him a good night and take the next subway home.

„So, what's all this?“, you ask pointing to the piles of paper.

„Reports. That are due tomorrow.“, he replies shortly. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

„All of these? Tomorrow?“, you ask in disbelief. All Might laughs embarrassed. „Yeah, I might slacked off on them a bit.“, he says rubbing the back of his head.

Somehow you don't believe all these reports aren't finished because he slacked off. You sigh deeply before dropping your bag to the ground.

„Alright, tell me where to start.“, you say taking a seat in front of his desk.

„N-no, y/n, you really should go home!“, he exclaims and you give him a deadpan look. It's too late and you're too tired to be polite to him right now.

„Just tell me what to do.“, you say and you watch how his shoulders drop in defeat, maybe relief too. He takes a seat in front of you and shoves a pile of unsorted, half-finished reports towards you.

You pull the papers closer to you and put your hair into a ponytail.

When you look up, All Might looks at you smilingly with soft, tired eyes.

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

Blood kink maybe?

Of the things that Tomura expected to happen once they fled Kamino, he can't say that Dabi being kidnapped was anywhere even remotely on his list of possibilities. He never complained about Dabi wandering off from the rest of them. Technically, as far as the others were concerned, he was attempting to recruit more members. In reality, Tomura knows that Dabi won't ever bring anyone back to join their group. Dabi has standards for villainy that means they won't work with riff-raff, and Tomura knows that him burning anyone who doesn't live up to those standards will keep the League as a persistent threat in the background of the news cycles, growing more uneasy about what the League might do when they decide to fully come out of the shadows. Besides, letting him wander keeps him happy too, never feeling strangled and tied down. Tomura isn't sure if he's ever met another person who has such strong abandonment issues that they flash like a neon sign over him, but after the first time he'd nearly lit Tomura on fire for acting slightly too affectionate with him, he'd also found out that he doesn't take kindly to anyone trying to make him feel valued either. It's a messy contradiction, but Tomura isn't going to pretend that he didn't know just from looking at Dabi that he was messy and he's willing to take what he can get. 

He was not expecting to get a phone call from Dabi's number from some Yakuza stragglers saying that they have his firefly. 

"Hmm. Is that so?" He pulls up the app that connects the League's phones so that Kurogiri can always track them for easy extraction and finds the coordinates in a matter of seconds, gesturing for the others to gear up and gather around so they can deal with this. "How do I know you didn't just steal his phone? This can't be your first kidnapping. You must know that I need proof of life before I negotiate with you."

"You aren't in any position to make demands--"

"You're not in any position to threaten the League when we just finished tearing off your boss's arms." He replies flatly. "Proof of life, or I hang up now." 

The other villain practically growls and Tomura listens for the sound of movement, catching footsteps and the creak of a door opening. "Wake him up!" He winces slightly when there's the heavy sound of flesh against flesh and then Dabi wheezes. "Your boyfriend wants to hear your voice, patchwork." 

"Boyfriend?" Tomura can't help his pleasure soaking into his tone slightly, but Dabi immediately snaps, 

"The fuck are you talking about? Duster isn't my boyfriend!" The door slams shut again and Tomura tables the immediate disappointment that comes from that and instead sends the coordinates to Kurogiri.

"There, now you better listen up if you don't want to find him scattered all over Japan--" it takes about five seconds after the texts goes through before Kurogiri opens up the portal. Tomura hangs up his phone, dropping it back into his coat pocket, before he steps through, right in front of the dumbfuck with Dabi's still against his ear. He locks his hand around that wrist as his other comes up lightning-quick to settle five fingers against his face, the others swarming out of the portal behind him like some particularly vicious wasps to take care of the other members around the dilapidated warehouse. 

The Yakuza member crumbles into nothing, and Shigaraki takes back Dabi's phone before it can be broken with the rest of him, and then he glances around. There were only four others out here and he sees that the League is making short work of them, finds the door a short distance away from where the man was standing, and heads for it. He hears a choked gurgle on the other side of the door and immediately pushes it open, making sure that the metal blocks most of his body, but it wasn't worth the effort. There's no one inside to shoot at him anymore. 

Dabi is just there, spitting out a mouthful of flesh and blood, handcuffed to a chair, his face and white shirt streaked with crimson. He shifts to kick the slumped body of the Yakuza member off of him. The body thuds to the floor unceremoniously and Dabi looks up at him. "Toga's the one who put the heart emoji by your name." 

He doesn't say a thing in response. He's too busy staring at the blood that is dripping all over Dabi's skin and soaking into his clothes. Too busy watching his firefly turn to spit out another mouthful of saliva that has come out stringy and thick with blood. 

"Duster? Come the fuck on, let me out." 

He manages to move across the room then, but he does it in a haze as he reaches for the quirk-dampening cuffs keeping Dabi on the chair. 

"Fucking idiots. I don't know why people forget that they're just as capable of getting killed by something mundane and not a quirk." 

Dabi is bitching to hide that his pupils are blown wide with his adrenaline. He's standing up and the room gets a little warmer as, despite his words, he makes sure he's ready to defend himself with his quirk first and foremost. He is reaching up to wipe more of the blood from his mouth and Tomura reaches out and grabs his wrist. Blue eyes blink at him and then he's got his mouth on top of his crimson lips. The sticky smear of the blood makes the scent of copper and smoke bloom between them and he can't even care. Can't complain when he tastes that and his firefly's skin beneath. Dabi stiffens from the kiss, this temperature spiking higher for a second, but then he gives in, the way he always gives in, like being kissed, like being touched, is a relief to him. He opens his mouth for him and Tomura indulges in that overwhelming flavor as he pulls the other closer and keeps kissing him until they're both desperate for air. 

He doesn't even stop as they try to catch their breath, his tongue drags over his stained chin as well and licks up some of the blood dripping over his skin. "Should've known you were a goddamn freak." But Dabi is clutching onto his coat and pulling him closer for another kiss. 

"Toga drinks blood all the time." He mumbles, but he doesn't really care about saving face. He just wants to have more of this if he's allowed it. 

"Toga's got a quirk that makes her like it. You're just a sadist." 

"Your tears taste better. Let me have those too?" 

"Fucking freak." But Dabi pulls him back in for another hard kiss as Tomura pushes him up against the wall, stepping over the corpse of Dabi's captor as he does.

[agirlandherkinks]

Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

[indigosabyss]

The Not-A-Curse (JJK x Nanbaka Crossover) AU: Kyoto Goodwill Event – Possible Track for Nanba?

The Goodwill Event was a collaboration between the three major jujutsu education organizations in Japan: Tokyo Jujutsu High, Kyoto Jujutsu High, and... Nanba Training Academy.

"Why'd you say that weird?" Yuuji asked, immediately picking up on Megumi's reticence on the subject.

Gojo tapped his chin, "Well, how to put this? Even compared to sorcerers, they're weird."

"The Goodwill Event only happens either here or Kyoto because they literally will not tell us where their secret island base is." Megumi explained sourly.

"An island?!" Nobara screeched, "So unfair! I'd throw the match so we can get an island vacation next year."

"Which is exactly why we let them not host." Gojo tutted, "Otherwise, everyone has an incentive to not do their best!"

Then above them, a loud 'POOF' rang out, followed by a cloud of white smoke. When it cleared, there was a man dangling upside down from the ceiling right in front of Gojo, using a belt that resembled more of a tail wound around a lighting fixture to keep him there.

Bright red markings around his eyes heightened the dry glare leveled at their teacher from mere inches away, who smiled beatifically.

"Heard you were talking shit." The guy drawled finally. Yuuji thought he was really cool.

Gojo grinned, turning to look at his students and pointing at the interloper, "See? Weird."

(more excerpts thru the entire arc under cut)

------

"'Goodwill Event'." Principal Hyakushiki - nicknamed 'The Warden' - scoffed as she marched in front of the chosen six students for the event. They all straightened their spines as she continued to lecture, "Don't let your hearts soften. Don't lose sight of the target. Remember: this is war."

Zakuro gulped, leaning to whisper to his trainer, "Doctor, isn't this a bit dramat-?"

He was cut off by the Principal bellowed, "WHAT IS THIS?"

"WAR!" The rest of the group readily yelled. The Department Five duo he expected to like that sentiment, but the Dreams track guy said it with way more bloodthirst than was normal.

----

Jyugo didn't want to invite the Kyoto group to the school. He just happened to be passing by with Inumaki and Panda who wanted him to break into Kusakabe's car.

And now he had been cornered by this scary guy with a topknot.

"You. What's your type in women?" He asked, towering over him.

Jyugo blinked, struggling to understand how they had gone from carjacking plans to this.

"I... don't like women." He settled on saying.

"Men, then!" The interrogater switched tracks easily.

"I don't like men either." This finally hit a dead end for the guy. Was it really that strange?

"Complete emotional unattachment is his entire identity." Panda backed him up.

Mai waved a hand over the weird guy's eyes, to no reaction, "Woah, you broke Todo."

---

"Hey, Number Fifteen. Want to watch the event from the screen us staff get?" Gojo asked, half-distracted by a strawberry popsicle, "Your old supervisors have great taste in snacks!"

Number Fifteen shook his head, looking listlessly at the book the blind fire-cursed man had given him, "Kinda busy right now."

"Okay then, have fun staring holes into a book you clearly can't stand!" He ducked back out, beating the bad thoughts back with a stick.

---

Zakuro's hands were shaking lightly as he pulled Jyugo's hand into a handshake, "Holy shit, you're the original Cursed Shackles user."

Funnily enough, the Cursed Shackles were the last thing people pointed out as weird about him, in jujutsu spaces. Everyone was more excited by the Hollow Spirit aspect.

"Thanks." He managed, extracting his hand from the grip, "Should you be down here?"

"We should run away." Zakuro suggested, already thinking about the future, "This world, these chains, we don't deserve it. Let's get out of here."

Jyugo considered it. He looked back at his room, still covered with deadbolts on the outside.

The idea wasn't too unappealing.

---

The curse with tree roots growing out of its eyes flexed its cursed energy, facing down the young sorcerers surrounding him.

The tiny boy with plaster-white skin flickered his cursed energy wildly. His classmate in the red jumpsuit started moving back.

"Brace yourselves." He warned, "Upa is unleashing his technique."

Everyone backed away as the boy fell into a stance, waiting in anticipation as he concentrated higher and higher cursed energy into his palms. Until finally he released a blinding beam of it directly at the curse.

Smoke rose up from the spot, eviscerating the creature previously standing there.

"Your secret technique," Megumi said with withering disappointment, "was just hypercharged cursed energy blast."

"Yes." Upa said simply, "It is a talent treasured in Department Five."

Megumi fucking hated Nanba Academy.

[sapphic-agent]

A question I'd ask MHA: Is killing people bad? Nezu and everyone at UA was on board with killing Tomura, deciding to turn the school into a "Coffin In The Sky" with people like Kaminari and Momo helping to keep it running. Hawks killed Twice. Endeavor tried to kill AFO and the entire fight after AFO rewound himself was to push him so he'd be rewound out of existence. The vestiges are constantly harping to Izuku about killing Tomura. Their society has a death penalty and their torture prison exists to punish people and be a fate worse than death. Gran Torino's last words to Izuku before he fell into a coma were telling him to kill Tomura. We had Hawks see Toga clones disguised as Twice and his first action was to scream to kill him now. Hawks gave a begrudging press conference after Twice's murder where he showed no upset for what happened, and no one cared. Previously, the government was assassinating people who were against its interests and Izuku's reaction to learning this was to decide he'd be a hero. This somehow convinces the ex-government assassin to put her faith in him. He does not reflect on how the peace of the past was built on a mountain of corpses. He and the heroes then don't have to deal with this at all because Redestro proceeds to kill them, and a new government gets formed off screen. Why's this series send so many mixed messages? If we're just going to kill people, how do they decide when and where? There was a group of guys sent to go free Gigantomachia and Kurogiri, but the heroes could have just killed them both. Thus making the rescue efforts totally worthless. The PLF would have arrived to find corpses. If we're at the point where we plot to assassinate our enemies and convert schools into elaborate death traps, why not do summary executions? Mic was about to kill Kurogiri himself, after he waited in his cell to ambush Spinner. They could have just shot Dabi and Toga. Well, Dabi's a lot harder to kill than Toga, especially with bullets, but he wouldn't exactly expect Shoto to pull a gun on him. Why not just fire guns into the crowds of people outside the hospital? Real talk: if they already created a trap to kill a high ranking PLF member, why not use the hospital as another? That's exactly what it was. They had intel that the location of Kurogiri was leaked, and they didn't move him to another location or evacuate the hospital. And the story acts like the villains are the bad guys for attacking a hospital which they're using as a prison for one of their allies? Why would they keep him here if not to round up all their foes and take them out in one go? Shoji is there to lecture the mutants, but he doesn't pay any attention to why this is even happening in the first place. If they put Kurogiri on a boat and only told the crew of said ship about the mission, the PLF would have never had a chance of finding him. Are they gonna search the entire ocean around Japan?

It's odd. The hero kids designated to save their villains don't reflect on or discuss anything related to killing nor are they pressured to do so. Izuku was going to be on a strike team designed to KILL TOMURA and he didn't have any issues with this. What was he going to do had Toga not dragged him away? Beat Tomura down and go "Actually guys, I want to take him alive." He would have sat through this briefing and had everything discussed with him...and at no point did he say anything. I'm not advocating FOR them to do this, I just think that they should be consistent. If you kill once, there's no reason not to keep doing it. The public has already shown they don't care. The heroes aren't troubled at the idea of taking lives, nor do they hesitate when they feel they must.

Right, so I'm glad you asked this.

The canon explanation is, it's frowned upon to kill but heroes are allowed to if they deem it necessary. This is why Hawks received so much backlash for killing Twice even though it was his legal right to do so. But that explanation is flimsy at best.

A lot of people harp on Batman, but he's right. Or at least, he has the right mindset. There is no singular force on Earth- or even the galaxy- that can stop the Justice League should they ever turn evil or take over. So the minute they stop abiding by their morals, it's up to them to "leash" themselves so to speak. But in some instances, they can't.

Everyone will talk about Injustice, but I always felt like "A Better World" from the Justice League animated series was a better example. Basically in a parallel universe Lex Luthor becomes president and kills Flash (Wally West in this show) which leads to Superman killing him. Him and the rest of the League (they call themselves the Justice Lords) then become authoritarian dictators, squeezing every ounce of freedom out of the world in the name of "justice" and killing whenever they deem it necessary.

What makes the DCAU so great- and what DC fans who've never watched it tend to miss- is that it isn't about whether certain villains deserve to die or not. It's about the League (especially Batman and Superman) holding themselves accountable and to a standard. They hold an insurmountable amount of power and all if they let themselves snap, they're at risk of abusing that power. Their no killing rule is about self-control.

(Wonder Woman (and a few others) is a little different as some versions of her have been shown to be able to kill and not lose herself in the process. But that's not important here)

Horikoshi's never taken any of this into account. His heroes are a bizarre, toxic mix between celebrities and cops who are given too much power and publicity. Giving all heroes the legal right to kill is a horrible decision. Not everyone is All Might or Izuku, mercy and empathy don't come naturally to the majority of heroes. Bakugou is one of the primary examples, he revels in violence and doesn't know how to hold back. He'd kill a petty thief and not even blink twice.

There has to be a measure of control and accountability enforced on the heroes. They can't make arrests, but they can kill whoever they decide needs to be killed? What sense does that make? That's just more incentive for them to kill if they're facing a villain that's difficult to contain.

Honestly, it's an aspect of MHA I have to ignore or it'll drive me insane

[drama--universe]

Savior

Requested by anonymous: Are your requests open? If they are can u do chishiya x teen!reader platonically ofc. Like the reader is friends with karube and Chota and Arisu somehow and they are in the tag game when chishiya saves them?😅

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntaro x reader (platonically)

Word Count: 1019 words

Warnings: curse words

A/N Reader is 16, also reader is Karube's sister, because of convenience.

The roads were empty, the whole of Tokyo was. Maybe even the whole of Japan. You were just lucky that you were with people you knew, you doubted that others had the same kind of luck.

Luckily, you were stuck with your brothers and his friends. Okay, maybe not too lucky but it was better than nobody.

You'd already finished the first game in this land and to say you were terrified was an understatement. Chota had gotten hurt, that woman who joined your group was a pain in the ass to both you and Karube, and of course this game. You didn't know what game it was just yet, but the phone in your hand just made realize how depressing this was for you. You might die at this point, hell you had enough visa yet you were standing here anyway.

"(Y/n), you okay?" Arisu was kind enough to notice your stress and you gave him a kind smile, sighing softly as you pulled at your sweater.

"I'm nervous, what if this is a tough game? What if it's a heart game?" You asked, your voice going up as you started stressing again. Arisu was quick to cover your mouth, giving you a stern look and you sighed before nodding. He let go of your mouth and you thanked him softly.

Just then the phone rang out, announcing the game to be a tag game. You could feel some relief about the fact that it was a physical game and not a mental game. You were just a bit better with physical games.

When the game started, you were quick to run into the complex while trying every door, hoping that one would miraculously open. Of course it wouldn't be so easy, the first floor was too stupid. So you went up to the highest floor and started searching again before hearing a scream, followed by loud shots.

The hunter had a gun.

"How is this a tag game?" You mumbled as you leaned over the edge to look down, eyes landing on the hunter with the horse mask. One problem.

They were looking straight at you as well, gun raised in your direction.

"Get down." Someone growled and you were pulled to the ground, shots fired right above your head, leaving burn and bullet marks on the wall. You looked to your savior, a man with blond hair and cat-like eyes was staring at you. It was clear that he was a bit annoyed as he sat down while you tried to ignore the shots that were still aimed at you.

"Thank you." You mumbled, the fear in your voice was clear to anyone. You didn't expect a game to be so cruel.

The previous game was horrible and inhumane, but it was still just a game against a system. This wasn't a game anymore, this was straight up murder where the tagger was basically promised the win. They didn't even need to search, just shoot everyone from a distance and they'd win. It was unfair, which in turn terrified you.

Without even noticing, you were panicking again. The man next to you seemed to notice this, but he didn't move or anything.

"Just hide yourself, someone will figure it out. If not, then at least the hunter dies too." He spoke and you looked at him, snapping out of your trance to stare at him in shock and disbelief.

"I can't just let others do all the work, that's unfair. Also dangerous, everyone might be fucking idiots." You said and he scoffed before getting up. The shots had seized, the hunter had moved on and you could hear others yelling loudly.

"Seems they found the room." The man stated, his eyes trailing to the door that Arisu stood by. You quickly got up as well, staring at Arisu before running down the stairs to his floor and joining him in the found room.

"(Y/n)! There are two buttons, help me out!" Arisu exclaimed and you nodded before shrieking when a gunshot sounded again, followed by a sharp pain in your arm. You turned around, being faced by the hunter. They towered over you and you could only shrink back further as they refilled the gun before raising it back to you. Before they could shoot, they jerked before falling to the ground with the blond man behind them, taser in his hand and still crackling loudly.

"That's the second time." He stated before looking up as someone else climbed through the window, looking around the room before getting up to help Arisu with the buttons while you just backed up again. When she got ready to hit the button, the hunter awoke again and started firing at her and Arisu. You got pulled back again, landing on your butt behind the blond man as he slammed the door shut. The shots stopped and he opened the door again, throwing the taser to the female climber and she tased the hunter again. Then she and Arisu slammed their hands on the two red buttons, to which the phone chimed and the announcement rang.

The hunter on the ground was revealed to be a woman before the necklace exploded and effectively killed her while also covering everything in a layer of blood.

"Three times, kid. You own me one." The man besides you said and you looked up, frowning as you tried to figure out if he was serious. He seemed serious, his face remained emotionless like before.

"I didn't ask you to! You just did." You replied and he looked down at you with a smirk.

"If you ever want to return the favor, find me on The Beach. Tell them Chishiya recommended you." He said before stalking off with his hands pushed into his pockets. You just stared at him before getting up to follow Arisu out and find your brother again.

Chishiya on the other hand had already returned to the car he came in, waiting for his others teammates before thinking back to you. You were a student, that much was clear, hence why he told you about the Beach.

He was responsible for multiple deaths by now, but he could save you.

[cinderkaliningrad]

Imperfect Mask. - BNHA fanfic.

We all know the story of My Hero Academia: a perfect façade society in which good always wins, but which fades and falls over the course of the series. But what if there was someone in class 1A from the beginning. Someone who would challenge each and every one of their beliefs. It is well known that their society is far from perfect:

Racism towards those who are mutants.

Fear of quirks that are randomly associated with potentially evil and villainous activities.

Social exclusion of those without powers.

Blind faith in the protection provided by heroes.

A society of extremes: black or white and nothing in between. What if there was a grey person?

WARNINGS: distress, sadness, mention of war, mention of murder, betrayal, non-explicit PTSD, human trafficking.

Theme: Sixth season, battle against the PLF, human rights, rebellion against society.

Context: The protagonist is an AU student specifically trained to terminate individuals who pose a threat to society. His/her quirk is related to firearms control. The protagonist is a European trafficked person who has been kept in secret by Japan to use his/her quirk to the government advantage. However, when he/she is ordered to kill Geten as he's living danger, he/she refuses and challenges the heroes openly.

There is a phrase that keeps repeating in your head: "It is monsters that create wars or wars that create monsters". You don't know it, all the monsters are dead, caged or hidden under your bed waiting for their moment. You look around you and, although all is chaos, for the first time you feel at peace. The flames of a fire never felt so familiar. You look up at the sky and sigh, close your eyes as the raindrops wash the blood and ashes from your cheeks. You never wanted to be part of all this. For you, the conflict between heroes and villains was nonsense, however real it was. Like all wars, isn't it? Something completely avoidable, something that could be stopped but didn't pay off. The permanent threat of evil in the world. If there were so many heroes, why not eradicate it with everyone's strength? You had lost interest in that endless struggle a long time ago. Everyone wanted to be a hero and you wanted to be normal, no matter how powerful your quirk was. If it only served to create more suffering and perpetrate the senselessness that claimed thousands of lives year after year, you didn't want to use it. Not for good, but not for evil either. Weapons had never brought peace, only fear.

WARFARE, that was your quirk: the power to control the war machine, potent and terrifying like no other. What was the use of a war quirk? To kill. Or so everyone had told you. A living weapon. A child soldier. Another life lost in a sea of tears and blood. For you being a hero was the same as being a slave: bound by expectations, laws, pressure, the yoke of a responsibility too great even for a large group of people. And you found yourself breaking those chains. Your peers, teachers and superiors looking at you with astonishment, as if they were not to blame for everything. You had been sold on the black market, brought from a small country far away to Japan. So far away that none of those heroic prodigies could tell you where you were. And you had been saved by the heroes of the Public Safety Commission, trained as an annihilator. You had been forced to pull the trigger on people, no matter if they were villains. They were people! And you were a little girl. Every time you looked at your hands, they were dripping with blood that you yourself had spilled.

How many people had you killed? You were supposed to be a heroine, but when you looked in the mirror you were just a disgusting murderer. And the best thing is that you didn't get a penny for all that. "Too small to have a dream." But apparently not too small to be a life reaper. - You thought with disgust and spat on the ground at the feet of one of your mentors. I hate myself, I hate you all.

"We have to fulfill the mission." Hawks said to you, his sword-feathers stained with Twice's blood. "I'm not going to do it." You said clutching the magazine of your rifle. Meanwhile, behind you was an unconscious bluecoat buried under the rubble of Gunga. "Not another one. Are your lives worth more than theirs?" Your eyes burned with your powers and your blood boiled as if you had a fever. "It's one life for thousands." Hawks snapped at you. "It's your mission to end him." He pointed to the ice villian trapped in the ruins. "Then shoot yourself." You threw a gun at his feet with a single bullet. "Because you've killed one person today and I know you've killed more. You, me and all of our kind. If the reasoning is one life for thousands: end your life and let live the hundreds of villains whose lives are threatened because of us." Your classmate Tokoyami, who came to help you in the worst moment posible, looked at you in disbelief, his good heart preventing him from believing what you had just said. Killing people? Eliminating villains? No. That was impossible, wasn't it? "Stop looking at me like that, nothing is black and white." You snorted tiredly, lossing your papers. "It's stupid to think that a thing as complex as society can be perfect." "Things don't have to be that way." Tokoyami tried to reason with you. "This is not a good moment to doubt." "But they are, and no one has done anything to change it." You rebutted him, ignoring the last sentence. The voices of your friends and teachers began to shout over the communicator as they knew that something was wrong with you. Annoyed, you grabbed it with your hands, threw it to the ground and shot the device, scaring the nearby heroes. What was happening to you?

"…" You heard your name being shouted around you and your grip on your rifle tightened to white knuckles. "You wanted war didn't you? You wanted to exterminate the villains? You think that we worth more than then." You felt your sanity slowly slipping away, or rather, that mask of normality falling off your face with every step you took. Years of leaving dead villains on street corners and passing it off as a gangland shootout had sapped your sanity like a 7 grit sandpaper. Not knowing what the hell you were doing with your hands, you raised your rifle to your former comrades and allies. You had 5 other rifles floating around you which you were controlling with your quirk. When a random hero tried to knock you unconscious it was the final straw. Because in that world you are either with the heroes or with the villains and doubt is not allowed. "Welcome to hell." Regardless of the consequences you pulled the trigger as if firing into a set of memories you wanted to erase: all the fake smiles, the helplessness of not being able to tell the truth, the incomprehension,... The feeling of being a puppet or a slave and the horrible and lonely nights crying out of guilt. From the beginning you had always been the odd one out: a war quirk, a non-normative appearance, strange ideals for heroes, an attitude that didn't fit with the pink and flowers of their perfect world. Stop pretending, stop being hypocrites, stop hiding things. Start actually helping people. You thought harshly. Every human has the right to be free. And I want to be free.

You didn't notice that the heroes had retreated or that you were crying until the rifle you were holding had overheated, forcing you to drop it, and a cold hand touched your shoulder. Strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. "There, now. It's over, it's over." Geten's deep voice whispered on your ear.

That voice had comforted you before. Or rather you had comforted him. How things have changed since then, right? Because you were both little when you met in that dark place where human traffickers had locked you up: both children sold by their families. It had been so long that you both thought the other was dead. But then you saw each other on the battlefield. He, powerful and free, from the heights of his floating ice platform. And you, an enslaved force of nature, tied to the ground. The joy you felt when you saw him was immense, you both had recognized each other instantly. "You can be free! Come with me! You're in time!" I had yelled at you. And there you were, the two of you together again.

"I missed you." You weren't sure if that was your voice or his.

Note: Sorry if there are holes in the script. It's the first fanfic I've written in English and in public. If I see that I like it, I will make a second part delving into this character who is the protagonist.

[honoviadakai]

What team Urameshi likes about the holidays ☃️

Yusuke:

He’s not a big holiday guy tbh

Like he doesn’t hate it necessarily but it does get annoying when he feels he HAS to put in a bit more effort on things like gift

Honestly doesn’t decorate or anything, but he’ll wear holiday clothes if asked nicely

9/10 he’s getting people money or gift cards anyway

He’s also not a big fan of the malls and such being more crowded than normal around this time, he likes having elbow room

Don’t even get him started on holiday music, he’s losing his mind by minute 2 of walking in the mall 😣

Ok so…what does he like then?

Food

Both making and eating it

Christmas in Japan is different from Christmas in America(obviously), but the one consistent thing is the importance of food

It’s also one of his love languages

He probably didn’t have many instances of eating together like a “family”. The few times he did was when Keiko’s family invited him and his mom to eat with them so being to eat with as many friends and family members as possible makes him really happy

Not that he’ll ever admit it outright

Making food makes it even better, especially if everyone enjoys it

Also, who doesn’t just love stuffing their face hole with good food? Couldn’t be Yusuke

Expect at least ONE food competition with at least one of the guys…

Expect one of said challenges to be a spice challenge...against Hiei...the fire demon...

🤦🏻

He’s an idiot but he’s a really chill person so be around the holidays, especially if you’re not a huge fan of that time of year

Kuwabara:

Oh this dude is an absolute joy to have around the holidays

He LOVES this time of year because for him, it’s a time where he gets to pull out the stops and show all his friends and family how much they mean to him!

He might be a blockhead but he’s a smart gift giver ok?

He’s making mental notes throughout the year

Oh, Yusuke wants a new jacket? Already bought

Yukina’s kimono looking a little warn out? He’s already asking his sister to give him a list of top tier kimono stores and styles

Eikichi tore through another toy? Time to buy 20 more

He also sometimes makes gifts by hand!

I know we never see his mom in cannon but you can pry my headcanon of her teaching her kids how to sew, knit and crochet from my cold dead hands!

One year, his sister accidentally tore her favorite shirt.

This precious chad not only fixed it up, but he bought extra fabric to make it into a brand new dress!

He’s even made HIEI of all people a gift!

His first gift to him was a hand knitted scarf

He understands he’s a fire demon and that the cold probably doesn’t affect him at all, but he’ll be damned if he lets the little shrimp walk around in the snow with no winter clothes

It was the closest he ever saw to happiness in the swordsman’s eyes

He also goes out of his way to make sure every single one of his friends and loved ones is doing ok

financially, mentally, physically, emotionally, ect

He knows there’s only so much he can do, but he’s never gonna just leave a friend or family member to suffer in silence if has any word on the matter 😤

Keiko’s schoolwork been stressing her out? He’s bringing her snacks and a movie!

Shizuru been feeling down? Shopping trip! NOW!

Hiei and Yusuke being moodier than usual? Sparing time now, food after 🍜

He’s like the physical embodiment of a hug around the holidays!

Why wouldn’t he spread joy to his friends and family? Thats the whole point of the season to him!

Kurama:

Kurama both likes and dislikes the holidays

He likes it because he likes getting his friends and family gifts

They’re always practical gifts btw

Like clothes or home appliances that you’re in desperate need of

His mom is the one getting the extravagant gifts though

Don’t get him wrong, he’ll occasionally splurge on his friends…

But his mom 100% is getting like a Gucci bag or something for Christmas

His stepfather and stepbrother will also get nice gifts…but his mom’s getting the best gifts. Period. 💅

He also likes helping his mom decorate the house!

He’s tall so he puts up all the lights and the ornaments that go at the top of the tree

He’s very paranoid that she’ll fall of a ladder so she’s just straight up not allowed to help him hang the lights when he’s around

He’ll also help bake!

It’s been their cute little tradition to make snickerdoodles since he was a wee lad 🥰

Now for why he doesn’t like the holidays…

I feel like his human father died around the holidays…

So naturally, it was a very hard time of the year for him and his mother

Especially for his mother…

He’d often catch her crying alone in the living room or in her bedroom when she thought her son was asleep or busy

But he heard her…he always heard her…

Some of his memories from around that time in his childhood are mostly of him consoling his morning mother in any way he could

He’d sometimes take her out for walks in the snow and ask her to build a snowman or make snow angels with him

Sometimes he’d make hot chocolate and watch TV with her

And sometimes he’d even throw away his pride and sing cute holiday songs and do little dances for her!

Seeing her smile for even a moment was worth all the embarrassing home videos she’d take of him

Now that she’s now remarried with a new family, he’s not as worried about her since he knows she’s not lonely anymore

It’s still a difficult time for her, but she has people who love her to distract her

Hiei:

“What the hell is Christmas…that a human thing?”

Yeeeeah….

He doesn’t get the appeal

You surprised?

He’s not exactly social, so he won’t attend holiday events/gatherings unless he’s forced to

He absolutely sucks at gift giving…

In fact, sometimes it’s better that he doesn’t get people gifts…

For example…

One year, he was forced to participate in secret Santa…he got Yukina…

Now the only reason he participated at all was because he got his sister as the one he was meant to give a gift to

But he doesn’t know jack shit about what to get her…

So he got her a sword…he gave his noncombatant sister…a weapon…

Listen…

He panicked ok?

And he’d rather eat rocks and walk into the sea than ask for help

Weapons are useful right??? Who couldn’t use an extra weapon in the house

He just wanted to get something he felt would help his sister in a time of crisis

He’s lucky that Yukina liked it…she even hung it by her bed in her room

If he does put effort into getting his friends any sort of gift…it’s either something he stole or weird demon world stuff

Like…you know how dogs and cats bring random shit to their owners sometimes?

Yeah, it’s that vibe

Like he straight up gifted a small demon corpse to Eikichi once

He claims he felt she needed more substance in her diet

To his credit…she did eat it…

One of the best ways to get him to go to an event/ gathering willingly is to tell him that there’s gonna be a lot of free food

He grew up with bandits, he didn’t always have consistent access to food…it’s part of why he’s so short…that and genetics

So hearing that he has free access to food for the evening that he doesn’t have to fight for will have him being social and polite for at least an hour

He would rather saw his legs off with a rusty saw than admit this but he does secretly enjoy these human holiday gatherings

Everyone he knows and loves is in one spot where he can easily keep tabs on them

He kinda doesn’t mind the music and chatter

And the inside of the building they’re all in is always toast warm

He’s a fire demon so being out in the snow doesn’t bother him

But…it’s kinda nice to just be inside where it’s warm with all his friends and his sister looking so happy and at peace…

But you didn’t hear it from me 🤫

He definitely isn’t the guy you’re gonna go to for holiday cheer or anything

But he’s kinda starting to warm up to these human customs so he can occasionally be a somewhat jolly guy…in his own Hiei ways

[mysteroads]

Hungover in the City of Dust

So... here's what happened: I heard somewhere that one of Dabi's VAs had a good singing voice (still unconfirmed), then I read a fic where Kurogiri tried music therapy on Tomura before AFO stopped him, and *then* I listened to "Hungover in the City of Dust" by Autoheart, which also happened to have an animatic featuring 🔥DABI ... and immediately was attacked by vicious Plot Bunnies! <in singsong> Hawks is gonna join the League~~~

Excerpt:

Shigaraki's hands moved, as if looking for something to vent his anger on, but found nothing and instead scratched at the bandages on his neck. “It’s not fair,” he hissed. “My quirk awakened, I can use all five fingers without turning things to dust— but I can’t play.”

“Quit that,” Dabi said, flicking a blue spark at his boss to get him to stop scratching. “You know that you just got the ever living hell beat out of you just a week ago, right? And you’ve had those prosthetics for like, a whole fuckin' day.”

Shigaraki very deliberately kept his face turned away, refusing to comment. 

Dabi heaved out a huge sigh, then sat down on the bench, forcing Shigaraki to scoot over. He lifted the cover, examined the keys, cracked his knuckles, then started to play Chopsticks… badly.  

Shigaraki made a noise like a strangled cat, and Dabi just laughed at him. Muttering curses, he glared balefully, attempting to wait Dabi out, but when Dabi raised one hand to flip him the bird while still butchering the music with the other, he gave up and put his own fingers on the keys. 

Hawks hadn’t known there was another part to Chopsticks, that it could be a duet, but tonight seemed to be the night to learn strange things about villains.

It was a slow start, with Shigaraki still fumbling notes and swearing, but Dabi never stopped playing the simple round. His patience seemed to calm Shigaraki’s frustration and his side of the duet smoothed out. Abruptly, something seemed to click and they transitioned into another, slightly more complicated part. The song itself was short, less than a minute and a half, but by the end Dabi seemed smug and Shigaraki had relaxed. 

“Well, guess you don’t suck after all,” Dabi drawled, then heaved himself to his feet again and sauntered toward the bar. Hawks’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried to somehow make himself smaller, frantically trying to come up with an excuse for why he was eavesdropping on two of the most dangerous men in Japan. Without his long feathers, he was without his primary weapons, and Dabi’s fire was fast. In an enclosed space like this, he’d be charred bones before he could pull a knife.

Dabi actually leaned across the bar, practically over Hawk’s huddled form, reaching for a bottle of water sitting on the opposite counter. Taking it, he walked away, and Hawks could breathe again. It took him a few frantic heartbeats before he was calm enough to look up at the mirror again. Dabi was back beside the piano, facing Shigaraki as he sipped on the water. “And now that you’re warmed up, play my favorite.”

Shigaraki’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, before he got ahold of himself and demanded, “I just managed a children’s song, and you want me to play that?”

Dabi leaned one elbow on the piano and smirked, insolent challenge in every line of his body. “Come on, Oh Exalted Grand Commander. Don’t be a pussy.”

“Fuck you!” Shigaraki snarled, shifting so his good foot could work the pedals, fingers already positioning themselves on the keys. “I’m warmed up, but are you?”

“I’m fine,” Dabi sneered, capping the bottle and throwing it at his leader. “Start playing already, mophead.”

Shigaraki dodged it easily, told Dabi to, “Get ready then, staple face!” then launched into the music. 

It was not what Hawks expected. The opening notes were quiet, the melody gentle and somehow wistful— and then Dabi began to sing and Hawks about lost his mind.  

He was good. 

Really good. 

Not like an idol or anything, but obviously cultivated and well practiced, and all the more shocking for that. Stunned beyond rational thought, Hawks just listened, eyes locked on the mirror as if the vision reflected there might vanish if he looked away.