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My Hero Characters W/ S/O Like Black Widow
Mr Compress X Fem!Reader, Spinner X Reader, Fatgum X Reader, Eraserhead X Reader
Requested: @supernatural-hunter1
Request: I got the perfect idea for you? Mr. Compress, Spinner, Fatgum, Aizawa, dating Black Widow the shield agent?
Warning: Talk of not being able to have kids (Mr compress), general trauma
Mr Compress
đŽ No one knows how Compress had ever managed to get your attention but it was a story that you both kept to yourself, something that was yours đŽ You are probably the reason behind the success that he had outside of the LoV. They honestly had no doubt about that. đŽ He liked that sass that youâd often give back to anyone who challenges you, heâd often sit back and let you take care of it. đŽ Will be there for you when you need him to, anything that you want to talk about, heâll listen always.
You sat in the room provided for you and Compress, you had spent the whole day getting to know the people that you would be working with and most of them were what you expected, everyone except for Toga. The young girl had latched onto your side, probably because you were the only other female in the group. The act itself was harmless but given the life that you had lived it reminded you of something that you couldnât have.
Compress had noticed that you were missing the moment that you disappeared from sight, heave you a moment after all you could have just gone to the bathroom, when you didnât reappear he decided that he was going to look for you. It didnât take long to find you in the bedroom âare you okay love?â He asked. âIâm fine.â You answered. âThen what are you doing hiding in here?â He asked as he closed the door, slipping off his mask and the fabric underneath, allowing you to see his face. âNo I just, itâs Toga.â You answered. âThe young girl?â He asked. âWhat did she do?â âIt was nothing that she did, it just reminded me of something that was taken from me.â You answered. âTaken from you?â He asked. âYou remember when I said that the people that made me this way, took some things from me, things that I could never get back?â You asked. âYes.â He answered as he crawled onto the bed after kicking off his shoes sitting behind you, where he wrapped his arms around your waist as he listened. âOne of the things that they took from me was my womb.â You answered hands lacing with his over your stomach âI will never have a child at least not of my own and I saw that girl, when she said that her family did nothing to help her, I justâŚâ You trailed off and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before resting his chin on it, fingers tightening around yours. âWhy donât you help her then, she seems to like you, sheâs a delightful young lady.â He answered, you looked at him over your shoulder. âTake her under your wing and see what happens. At least if something ever happens to me then I know that you had someone else.â âNothing is going to happen to you.â You insisted and he shrugged. âIâm sure with you around that is true.â He answered. âAnd weâll make everyone regret ever taking anything from you on the way to our happy ending.â
Spinner
đŚ You were the one that taught Spinner how to use his abilities to aid him in a fight, your stealth instincts were on point and heâd trust you over anyone else. đŚ When he decided to join the league of villains he offered you a chance to go with him, of course you said yes. He worried that you would end up killing someone before the mission starts. đŚ You became the information gatherer, you were good at disguising yourself and blending in with the crowd, you got everything that you needed with no one ever knowing that you were there. đŚ And the people who did know never lived long enough to tell anyone about it.
You were quick on your feet as you moved around the destroyed Mafia base, the heroes had been guarding it so well or so they thought. Shigaraki had asked you to get any information still left there that related to the bullets that he had taken from them. You didnât think that there would be anything left but if there was even one more computer you could extract information from it.
You easily snuck through the corridors dodging the night guards and into the ruined building, it didnât take long to find a room with a computer in it, it looked like one they had marked for removal but it hadnât been done yet. âHow is it going?â Spinnerâs voice sounded through the ear piece. âNo spotted yet, found a computer that they havenât moved yet, looks like they want to though, so there might be something on this one.â You explained lowly as you put the memory stick in, you didnât need the screen, the memory stick had a programme on ti that would take everything the computer had to offer but that did mean that you would have to go through all the information and pick out what Shigaraki would want to hear about, so even after you get out of here youâd have some work to do. âGood then you can get out of there.â Spinner urged and you hummed eyes moving to the corridor, there was movement outside, the room had no door but it was pitch black in the room, you were careful with your steps as you slowly moved around him as he checked the room, you got behind him, your arm wrapped around his neck cutting off his airways while taking the walkie from his pocket to stop him from calling anyone else, noting the soft beep telling you that the extraction was finished. You dropped the body to the floor when he stopped fighting you and grabbed the memory stick before getting the same way you had gotten in.
You met Spinner at the car where he had been waiting for you, you both made tracks ditching the car before heading back to the hideout, you had been working for hours when Spinner brought you food and water for the long night ahead âanything good?â He asked, leaning down behind you. âNothing yet, just normal stuff at the moment, but there is something behind a lot of passwords and security so maybe thatâs what weâre looking for.â You answered, pressing a kiss to his cheek âthanks for the food and water.â âNo problem.â He answered, a small blush on his cheeks. âYou should get some rest, you donât need to stay up too.â You said softly, he looked at you for a second before shaking his head. âIâm not tired.â He denied as he sat in the chair next to you. âYou're too sweet for this world.â You informed him, he just looked away from you mumbling something you couldnât hear under his breath. It was only 15 minutes later that he was asleep in the chair, you moved him over to the sofa where he would be a little more comfortable, you could not be happier with the partner that you had found.
Fatgum
đ Fatgum was completely different to anyone that you had ever met before, kind and encouraging, he seemed to see something in you, something that you definitely didnât see. đ You didnât believe that you could be a hero, so he kept you close and show you that you could be a hero despite your past. đ It took a long time for you to stop responding to physical touch negatively, he understood completely after a life where physical touch was used as punishment or training he was surprised that you didnât have more of a reaction. đ Slow and steady wins the race for him, he never forces you into anything and he makes sure that you have a safe space to explore everything and make new opinions about the world you are now a part of.
Fatgum hadnât heard you come into the room but that was nothing new, you were light on your feet always had been, you glanced over his shoulder to see that he was sorting out paperwork. Perfect. You had been feeling like you needed to be closer to him and hoped that he was doing something stationary so that you could just climb on his lap and stay there for a few hours. âYou alright Darling?â He asked. âMm.â You hum, not sure how to ask him for what you wanted, it was his home office so you didnât have to worry about someone seeing you, you stood there for a moment before walking forward worming your way under his arm he moved them so that you could get into position easier dropping the pen he was using his hands moving to your body. âYou wanna sit with me until I finish?â He asked. âYeah⌠Is that okay?â You asked. ââCourse it is sweetheart.â He answered âYou're okay though right?â âHmm.â You hummed, he had always encouraged you to tell him what you were feeling so he could understand where you were at. âI just wanted to be with you, close to you.â âYou should have said something sooner, I always want to be close to you.â He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he leaned back moving you to a more comfortable position across his lap, he was in his slimmer form so he had less surface area to work with, you rested your head on his shoulder pressing your face to his neck to hide your eyes. âThis is good.â You mumbled. âIâll only be a couple more hours, after that we can go lay down, how does that sound?â You asked. âGreat.â You mumbled softly slipping into relaxation easily.
Eraserhead
đ Aizawa had worked hard with you, when he had found you on the mission to take down the smudging ring. You had refused to talk to anyone but him and that was where the relationship started. đ When you were well enough you started helping others, you became one of the most loved heroes using everything that they had taught you to help others. đ You and Aizawa were dangerous on stealth missions, you were usually the ones called when information was needed or a job needed doing quietly. đ When Aizawa got 1A, you expected to spend less time with him but instead with all of the villain attacks and the danger that followed the class meant that you spent more time together in the dorms than you ever had before.
You sat on the sofa in the room that they had given you in the dorm with the kids, you were waiting for Aizawa to do his last sweep of the dorms to make sure that all the kids were in their rooms and everyone was okay.
Your mind travelled back through everything that had happened since Aizawa had saved you, everything that he had helped you through, everything that you gained just from him helping you through your recovery. When he saved you, you didnât even know what it meant to want something for yourself, or to deal with something outside of violence.
Your attention was drawn back to the present recognising Aizawa crouched in front of you âthere you are, you back with me?â He asked. âHow long have you been back?â You asked. âA couple of minutes later, I came back and you were crying.â He answered âwhat were you thinking about?â âJust everything thatâs happened, I didnât even realise that I was crying.â You frowned as you lifted your hands to your face wiping away the tears that were still on your cheeks. âYour okay?â He asked, you knew what he was asking, checking in to make sure that there was nothing that you needed physically, emotionally or material. âIâm okay.â You answered, throwing your arms out, he leaned forward accepting your affection and then lifting you easily from your place on the couch heading towards your bedroom. âCome on, let's get some rest.â He said softly as he took you to bed. âYeah okay.â You nodded.
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rereading Oumagadoki Zoo oneshot!
Unfortunately, because I am this tweet:
I will drawing comparisons of it to bnha. specifically, Shigaraki and the League, because the parallels are pretty obvious.
If you haven't heard of the oneshot Oumagadoki Zoo before, it's one of Horikoshi's earlier works, a oneshot that became his first serialized manga. Premise of both the manga and the oneshot is the same: Aoi Hana, a high school girl, applies to work at a zoo, only to discover too late the zoo is a magical one where the animals can turn into humans, while the zoo director, Shiina, is a human cursed to look like a rabbit-man; she then gets dragged along into crazy adventure as the director attempts to break his curse.
The oneshot is much less zany-comedic in tone, with Shiina a more serious and ambitious character and leader, but still deeply caring for his friends, who are all outcasts animals he helped. I've compared Serialized Manga Shiina with Shigaraki before; but I've always found Oneshot Shiina to be even more similar, especially with later series Shigaraki.
In the oneshot, the first mission we see Shiina and his team go on is to rescue a talking alligator that's been captured and smuggled by people wearing skull-masks. Obviously these guys are not the good guys. They acknowledge that the talking alligator might as well be considered a person, but are still keeping him caged and ready to be sell him.
So I always wondered if they were the basis of the bnha's CRC - skull-mask wearing criminals who looks down on Spinner, a person whose quirk make him looks like a lizard. But this time they're even more evil.
In the manga, it's due to Shiina's cursed magic powers that allows the animals to turn into human form; in the oneshot, however, the animals are born with magical energies that transforms them into human form - and Shiina is only someone who finds and gathers them in order to harvest their magical energy to break his curse.
If this sounds kinda selfish, it is - which Shiina acknowledges. Shiina didn't save the talking alligator out of the goodness of his heart - he needed the alligator's magical energy, and says so bluntly.
But when Hana accuses Shiina of using the animals to his own ends, Uwabami, a snake woman, says no, all the animals are here of their own free will.
The explanation Uwabami then gives Hana about why they stay with Shiina, why they follow him, actually mirrors Spinner's last dialogue with Deku on bnha a lot:
Uwabami describes the animals that have magical energy as beings whose forms have bent away from normal and turned 'grotesque'. In Japanese, the word she uses is 'igyou', which is the same word used to describe people like Spinner - translated as 'heteromorphs' in MHA. Uwabami implies that these 'grotesque' animals had suffered, had stood out with negative consequences, and that was how Shiina was able to find them. Similarly, Spinner says that he was oppressed for being a heteromorph, for having a quirk that altered his appearance.
The context is of course different, but I think the underlying feeling is still the same. Uwabami explains Shiina and the animals' situations are similar, that in helping Shiina break his curse, the issue of the animals' magical grotesque forms may also be solved as well. Shiina's mission aligns with their desires as well. In Spinner's case, Shigaraki told the League that he'll destroy everything, which at first also seemed like it was his specific dream; but within that destruction is also promised the changes and goals each of the League wants - Shigaraki represented him.
For the animals of Shiina's zoo, they were never able to fit in, they were unneeded and unwanted - and yet Shiina would still consider them comrade and friends, and gathered them together. Much like Shigaraki did for the League: he gave someone like Spinner a dream, a chance to be someone. Gave a bunch of strays, the dregs of society, a place to be.
So both Shiina and Shigaraki - leaders loved and respected by their friends so much that those friends - Uwabami and Spinner - are both willing to so straightforwardly spill out their hearts and feelings to near strangers.
anyways, I recommend the oneshot a lot. Read here at mangadex.
#nalslastworkingbraincell#shigaraki tomura#Shiina#hilarious out Uwabami gives her speech to Hana at the beginning the story to win Hana over#while Spinner gives his speech to Deku at the end of the story to salvage a memorial for the dead#also bonus: in both the manga and the oneshot#Uwabami is shown with a crush on Shiina
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Forever's Gonna Start Tonight: Joel Miller X F! Neurodivergent!reader
A/N: hey, you all remember how Spinner was supposed to be a one-shot? LMAO. I am incapable of one shots. I started this around last Valentine's Day and felt too intimidated to finish it. I guess most of the fandom wanted to take Joel to the big dance. So I shelved it for a bit, and then, while struggling with another WIP, I revisited this and found that I still really liked it. And you know what? Fuck it. Two cakes.
Warnings: A smidge of angst. A bit of awkwardness. Mentions of crappy people in Spinner's past. Spinner is neurodivergent. This is a direct sequel to this fic, so you should probably read that one first. Dancing. Very soft kisses. Spinner is meant to be a reader inset, but she's right on the line between RC and OC.
Ellieâs already up and  gone when Joel comes downstairs, scrubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Of all the teenage orphans he couldâve ended up with heâs stuck with one who has no concept of sleeping in on a Sunday.  A mug of herb tea waits for him on the table with a saucer placed over top of it to keep it warm, and he feels himself smile, Ellie looking after him in her way, a curled scrap of paper pinned by the mug, marked with her laborious printing. Joel frowns. Ellie likes to leave him little notes when she makes it out of the house before him. Usually a shitty pun. Ellie collects puns the way a crow goes after shiny things. He cradles the mug in his hands for a moment before making his eyes focus on the note.Â
Valentineâs in two days. Ask her to the dance you pussy. Joel groans. Her. You. Heâs been thinking of you. More than he expected to. Paired up with you on patrol and the weather went to shit. Bad luck and punky wood that wouldnât do much more than smolder in the stove. Your hands were so damn cold. He knew from the moment youâd finally stopped shivering and relaxed against him and started snoring into his neck that youâd become a problem. The same way Tess was a problem, Ellie is a problem. Tommy is a problem. And now thereâs you. He has to remind himself sometimes that heâs safe, that Jackson is safe, that he and Tommy and Ellie are safe here. And now you are counted into that worried toll. Â
Heâs been thinking of you. The way your eyes will flick up and hold his before darting away. Your eyes turn away but then you smile, just a little. a soft dimpling of your cheek, like the two of you have a secret. And you do, he thinks, that night curled together, your freezing hands cradled in his, zipped your sleeping bags together like a couple of kids on a camping trip, the feel of you going lax against him, your face, your cold nose tucked into his neck, curled his arm around you and you burrowed in closer. A thread of tenderness strung between you.
 Walked you home after he found you in the square. He knows youâre not brave, but you were brave that night, even though you shook as he pulled you up from the bandstand steps, walked you home, your arm hooked through his like heâs some old time gentleman but it made you smile even if you wouldnât quite look at him.  This is me, your porch light flickering slightly, power from the dam isnât always consistent, thereâs so much to do, so much maintenance, so many things left to rot, and he doesnât know what heâs expecting, but you surge forward and hug him, arms banded tight around him, feel him stiffen and then his arms come up around you, tucks you tight against him, cups the back of your head and draws you close, nestles you into the column of his neck, feels you relax in to his hold.  âThank you,â you breathed against him, allowed yourself to be held and then withdrew, caught your cold hands in his and squeezed.  âAnytime, honey,â  Your eyes didnât quite meet his, but your cheek curved in a smile and then you closed the door between you.Â
 He thinks about the two times heâs held you, the two times youâve relaxed into his arms, but you still canât meet his eyes. You might never meet his eyes. Joel decides heâs okay with that. The soft arc of your smile is enough.
 He settles beside you, bowl in hand, venison chili and cornbread. Your eyes flick up to him and you nod, acknowledge his presence and then go back to eating, the cornbread is nice and grainy and sweet, the chili is thin but warm and decently spicy, more potatoes and sunchokes, tough beans than venison, this is the deep of winter and things are lean, find yourself daydreaming about Olive Garden of all places, the soup and breadsticks, so much food that you always had to take some home and you feel a nudge at your elbow. Joel says nothing but slides you a bit of paper folded into a compact triangle, and you feel yourself smile, glance at Joel and heâs busy sopping up his chili with his cornbread, looks nonchalant but you can feel the bounce of his leg beneath the table, tuck some cornbread into your mouth and chew, unfold the complication of paper, yellowed with printed blue lines, ripped out of some notebook.  Will you come to the Valentineâs Dance with me? Yes. No.  The implication being that you circle your choice and hand your answer back to him. You pull a nubbin of charcoal out of your pocket and draw a circle around the âYesâ. Hold the fiddly bit of paper in your palms, not sure how to turn it back into itâs triangle shape, so you press it into orderly thirds and slide it back to him. Steal little glances at him as he reads your answer. His leg stops bouncing under the table, and when you look at him, heâs smiling.  âSee you Saturday, Spinner, Joel murmurs. And you think you hear the smile in his voice but your are never sure.
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Saturday. Saturday. Shit fire and save the matches. You said yes. You circled yes on that stupid note, like a stupid high school kid. Your experience of dancing is limited to court dances on the Ren Faire circuit with a dash of square dance and reels. Youâre not sure how to act, youâre not sure what to wear. Do you have to dress fancy? Do you have to paint up your face? You have no idea what to expect so you do what you always do when some social expectation evades you.  You go and ask Maria. Bring the tiny pair of socks youâve been working on, still not entirely pleased with the final color, more brown than yellow, still working through different mordants. You wish theyâd managed to snag a display of Rit from that Walmart, but nobody thought it was important.  âSpill it,â says Maria, knows you well enough to know when somethingâs bothering you.  âI donât like the color, the mordantsââ  âI know all about the mordants. Câmon. Spill.â  âJoel asked me to the dance.â  âAnd you said yes.â  âI said yes.â  âSo whatâs the problem?â  âWhat if heâs messing with meââ Maria laughs but then rests her hands lightly on your upper arms, a touch that means grounding, that means truth, something you would not tolerate from anyone but her.  âDo you know that man to have a sense of humor? Other than those terrible puns he saves up for Ellie?â  âGuess not. Itâs just--â Youâre not sure how to word it, did plenty of dancing at Ren Faire, carefully proscribed steps and agreed upon roles, danced at your wedding reception with your ex mouthing the steps into your ear so you didnât fuck it up, semi-formal dance in the seventh grade your mom fixed your hair and put you in a powder pink dress with a sailor collar and youâd spent the whole evening the darkest part of the gym you could find, waiting for it to be over.  âI donât know what Iâm doing, do I need a dress becauseââ  âItâs not prom, says Maria, No oneâs gonna be fancy. Except Tim.â You feel yourself smile. Tim with his his button down shirts and fussy little bowties, tall, whip skinny and twice the age of God. No one quite knows how he made it through the outbreak, but he knows how to make explosives so no one is in a real hurry to ask.  âTimâll probably show up in a three piece suit.â  âWear something with no holes and youâll be fine.â You frown and Maria grins at you.  âThatâs not exactly helpful.â  âYouâll figure it out. You always do.â
 Through the next couple of days, Joel is there like he always is, a steady, unobtrusive presence, the two of you side by side over the deep sink in the caff, dish duty but you donât mind. Soap and scrub and pass them along to Joel who rinses and sets them in the racks to dry.  âJoel?â  âHmm?â  âI canât dance.â He huffs laughter.  âIâve seen you dance.â And you feel heat rising in your face, ears going hot. Someone had played the Chieftains on the juke in the Bison (hang out there more often now that you know Joel is there) and the bit of step-dancing youâd picked up on the Ren Faire circuit had come out.  âNot like normal people do.â Scrub the dishes and hand them off to him. Normal people, you hear him mutter, hold out a bowl for him to rinse and rack but he doesnât take it.  âI could show you,â says Joel, âYou know, so youâre not worried about it.â  âIâm not worried,â you say.  âYes you are,â he says, wipes his wet hands on the towel slung over his shoulder, âCome here.â You wipe your soapy hands on your pants and stand facing him, lip bit in a frown, he holds up his hand like he means for you to give him a high five. âGive me your hand.â  Lay your palm against his and he laces his fingers through yours. âPut your other hand on my shoulder.â   âLike this?â  âYep. Iâm gonna put my hand on your hip,â he says, âThat okay, Spinner?â  âSure,â and he rests his hand on you, not gripping, not grabbing, starts swaying, foot to foot, back and forth and you mirror him, warm weight of his hand, gentle pressure that swings you around.  âThatâs it? Thereâs no steps?â  âNo steps,â says Joel. âJust like dancin at prom.â  âNever went to prom.â  âReally?â You shrug.  âWe played Shadowrun instead.â Â
 You settle on the wrap skirt, sewn from an old cotton bedsheet. Dyed yellow with a dusty box of Rit you found on the top shelf of a cabinet in the house they gave you. Didnât turn out as bright as you wanted, but itâs still a nice yellow, like softened butter on a plate, and you like the patterns that the knotted twine made. Pair it with a rust colored v-neck, looted from the Walmart around the time you arrived in Jackson. You know it wonât hold up so you rarely wear it, but it looks nice with the skirt and clings to your curves in a way that isnât entirely horrible, longies underneath your skirt because February in Jackson is fucking cold.Â
 The caff looks different set up for the dance, long tables with their legs folded up, stacked against on wall, folding chairs around the perimeter, paper and fabric hearts hung from the rafters, all hung with old Christmas lights, cast your eyes around and worry, youâve been stood up before, it wouldnât exactly surprise you, and then you find him, tucked back by the DJ, cobbled together equipment from the high schoolâs AV club, too-rah loo-rah too-rah loo-ray-aayâ he sees you and smiles, dimples sunk into his scruffy cheeks, stands and hurries to you, takes your hands in his.  âWasnât sure you were gonna show.â  âI wasnât sure either.â Runs his thumbs over your knuckles. Heâs beautiful in the low, shifting light, disco ball with a third of the little mirrors missing, little blots of light passing over the walls, catching the silver threaded through his hair-and Everything I do startâs playing, that goofy song from Robin Hood movie, and itâs on the tip of your tongue to talk about how ridiculously inaccurate the movie is, Kevin Costnerâs accent was so bad, his hands folded warm around yours.  âWanna dance?â  âYeah. Okay.â And you let him lead you onto the floor, his hand laced with yours, your hand on his shoulder, just like you did by the deep-sink, close enough to feel his warmth but not quite touching anywhere beside where your hands rest, and in hand and his hand on the swell of your hip, the two of you turn and turn, Joel doesnât push. He doesnât dig his fingers in, just sways you side to side in a slow circle. Itâs nice in the anonymous murk, he doesnât try to dip you or change the pattern, Bryan Addams fades into Cindy Lauper, time after time, and he pulls you closer always liked this song, he murmurs into your hair and you nod, tuck your face into the join of his neck and shoulder unthinking, and then you stiffen, this is where he will push back, drag you back to armâs length, and maybe ask you what the fuck you think youâre doing, but instead he breathes out a contented sigh and you turn and turn and tun in the broken light, his pulse thrumming beneath your ear, if youâre lost and you look then you will find me, and for a moment the world isnât broken, and then Time After Time Fades out and the fucking Chicken Dance comes on.  âYou wannaââ  âAbsolutely not.â  âYou donât know the chicken dance?â  âOf course I know the chicken dance. I fucking hate it.â  âLetâs sit this one out thenââ and then Tommy enters like a meteor, grabs Joel by the arm  âCâmon man itâs the Chicken Dance!â  Joel shoots you a beleaguered see what I have to put up with look and lets his brother haul him onto the floor. He looks like heâd rather be anywhere else on the planet, but he knows all the moves, the contrast of his grim expression and the shimmy of his hips as he wiggles his imaginary chicken tail is too much for you and you laugh bright and bold, the loud bray your parents said was unladylike, your ex said made you sound like a donkey, and for a second that old fear spikes, but no oneâs looking at you, no one notices. Joel glances your way and smiles before his brother grabs his hands and swings him in a delirious apple hooch fueled arc while the accordion does itâs thing.  The music changes again and Joel extricates himself and plops down in the folding chair next to you.  âNo Macarena?â  âGotta draw the line somewhere, Spinner.âÂ
 A string of fast songs plays and the kids take over the floor momentarily, some recognize and some you donât, Joel rests his hand on your knee and you lay yours over his, sit back and let them have their fun, sip strong apple hooch out of pitted plastic tumblers, burns a little going down, but makes you warm inside. You lean against him and his hand leaves your knee, arm comes up around your shoulder.  âIs this what prom was like?â Joel frowns.  âThe musicâs kinda the same,â he says, âBut everyone was dressed up all fancy. There was lots of drama. Lots of people crying about who asked who and who dumped who.â  âSounds stupid.â  âYeah, I guess it was. All that shit seemed so important and nowââ  âWe didnât know.â Your eyes hold his, deep wells in the dim shifting light, even though it makes you want to squirm, too many times told look me in the eye when Iâm talking to you, too many times told to stop staring, stop being weird, âJoel. We didnât know.â He turns from you and stares out over the floor, nods his head, and you wonder if youâve said it wrong, but his arm is still draped warm over your shoulder, looks troubled, but then the lights drop and a few familiar piano notes sound and the kids scatter into the dark, confusedâturn around every now and then I get a little bit lonely and youâre never comin round turn around  âOooh this is a good oneââ  âCâmon, Spinner, letâs dance.â The floor fills with couples, mostly harried survivors like you and Joel, the folks of Jackson old enough to have danced to this song in stuffy school gyms hung with crepe paper streamers and balloons, Loveâs Baby soft and Darkkar Noir and flop sweat.  Maria and Tommy sway with their foreheads pressed together and eyes closed, Ellie dances theatrically, mouthing the lyrics like a cartoon opera singer to the delight of a cluster of sugared up kids whoâve formed a loose ring around her. The configuration has shifted, both your arms draped around his neck, his hands on your hips, the pretense of space between you forgotten, some murky memory of the your middle school English teacher reminding people to save room for Jesus when you danced, had no idea what that meant at the time, but now you have some idea, Joel warm and strong and flush against you, gentle susurration of his breath in your hair, warm beat of his pulse beneath your ear.  âJoel?â  âHmm?â  âYou remember this video for this song?â  âThere was football players or somethin. People with glowing eyes.â  âAnd Ninjas. Donât forget the ninjas. I think there was an angel too.â  âAnd a guy in a fencing mask,â says Joel, âI think?â  âYouâre right! Glitter poured out of it when he lifted it up!â   âThen she was just some professor all along, like she dreamed the whole thing.â  âJust a dream.â You whisper against his neck and he holds you all the tighter.
 Eventually the lights come up. Happy Valentineâs Day! Ezâs voice booms through the mic and you wince, for those of us lucky in love it is time to take that noble sentiment elsewhereâ  god, I hate that guy.  â For those on clean up duty now is your time to shine. Everyone else needs to skedaddle. I will now play some skedaddlin music. And true to his word, that shit techno cover of Cotton Eye Joe starts playing at migraine levels, stagger out into the frigid night, clear and still and biting cold, got a bit more tipsy than you intended. Cider for when the seasons turn, applejack for the dead of winter, but Joel is right beside, hand hovered just over your hip in case you falter.  Heâs walked you home enough times that itâs not a question any more. You donât have to. I know. Got nowhere else to be, Spinner.  âThis is me,â you say, you always say, faint flicker of your porch light. Power from the dam is not always the most steady. So many things left to rot, so many things to fix.  âI know,â he says, like always, You hug him, squeeze your arms around him tight.  âThank yââ  âStop that, Spinner. You donât have to thank me for loving you-â  âYou love me.â You draw back from him. It comes out as a statement and not a question, and hereâs where he will retract, will back pedal,  say he didnât mean it, it was the applejack doing the talking, the applejack and the music from when you were both young and none of this had happened yet.  âYeah, I do.â And when you hook your eyes to his, they are wide and deep and dark with worry, and you canât look at him, gaze slides to the curve of his shoulder, the shape of him against the starshot sky, so much brighter now that everything is over. His hands find yours and, his thumbs brush back and forth over your knuckles. And you have so many questions, since when? That freezing night on the trail? Before? After? Why?  âFor real?â Is the question that comes out, and you hate how small you sound, how your voice wavers. Squeezes your hands in his.  âFor real.â  âSince that night?â  âI think so. I donât know. Holdin you, it felt right. Feels right. Shit. Iâm real bad at this-â You laugh, breath plumed out like dragon smoke,  âMe too.â  âTommy used to make fun of me. Said I could never tell when girls were tryin to flirt with me.â  âI canât flirt to save my life. Never could. None of that ever made sense to me.â  âGood thing I didnât try some crappy pick up line, huh?â  âVery good thing. There was this one guy in high school he started walking around me like thisââ You drop Joelâs hands and start orbiting him, watch that lovely smile crawl itâs way up his cheek.  ââand when I asked him what the fuck he was doing he said, Iâm part wolf, baby, we always circle our prey.â  Joel guffaws, his eyes screwed up in crinkled crescents, rests a desperate hand on your shoulder as he doubles overâ âThat is. The dumbest. Goddam thing I have ever heard in my lifeââ  âI didnât know whether to laugh at him or punch him. So I just kind of stared at him. And he went away.â  âI bet he did.  Look, Spinner, I didnât mean to blurt it right out like I did but I do mean it. You donâtââ He swipes his hand over the back of his neck, âIf you donât feel the same mânot gonna push. Shit, Iâm sorry-â You reach for him unthinking and cradle his stubbly cheeks in your palms. His eyes are big and wide and shining, heâs scared, you think, at least as scared as you are, and the words arenât coming. In a movie youâd have some perfect come-back, something you could say that would make all the things roiling in your mind seem clear and concise. In a movie thereâd be a declaration, something that would roll out of you and the music would swell, but now thereâs only Joelâs warm, dark eyes and the yellow thrum of your porch light and the brittle chill in the air. You canât say. You canât make what youâre feeling, what youâve been feeling, resolve into words, so you kiss him instead, press your lips to his and he kisses back, mirrors you, warm, calloused palms cradle your face. Â
Not sure if itâs you or him who deepens the kiss, mingled breath and gentle touches, soft meeting of lips and tongues and hands, feels fevered and rushed and right,  he tastes like applejack and when you break for air he rests his forehead against yours.  âWow.â He breathes against your lips.  âYeah.â Leaned into each other, foreheads pressed together, swaying together, a bit like dancing together in the caff, no disco ball just the bright and brittle sky, a million pin-point stars stitched through the black.  âYou can come in if youââ  âWe both been drinkinâ  âYou donât wantââ  âI do, but I wanna do this right,â draws the backs of his fingers down the curve of your cheek, âI want to love you the right way, honey. Weâve got time.â You wrap your arms around him and tuck your face against his neck where it feels safe, cups the back of your head in his warm palm, cradles you close.  âDoes this mean weâre going steady? Do people still say that? Going steady?â Joel chuckles, and you feel it, low rumble of laughter transmitted from his chest to yours, threading beneath the beat of his pulse in your ear.  âYeah. I think we are.â
#joel miller x f!neurodivergent!reader#joel miller x spinner#joel miller x fiber artist reader#spinner is a oneshot#LMAO i can't oneshot to save my soul#joel miller x f!reader
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Villain Masterlist
Tomura Shigaraki
gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons
blinded by jealousy - oneshot
dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons
patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons
yandere shigaraki crushing on his neighbour - headcanons
Touya Todoroki / Dabi
family feud - drabble
dating dabi / touya todoroki - headcanons
patching up touya todoroki - headcanons
dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons
dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons
dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons
touya's childhood best friend dating natsuo - headcanons
dabi crushing on a hero - headcanons
friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons
Jin Bubaigawara / Twice
romance isn't dead (yet) - oneshot
Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner
dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons
having your first fight with spinner - headcanons
Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress
breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons
Himiko Toga
dating himiko toga - headcanons
himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons
Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri
memories of who we used to be - oneshot
Kai Chisaki / Overhaul
call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot
Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant
poly relationship with mirko & lady nagant - headcanons
Akaguro Chizome/Stain
yandere stain - headcanons
stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons
#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#toga x reader#himiko x reader#himiko toga x reader#twice x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#spinner x reader#shuichi iguchi x reader#kai chisaki x reader#overhaul x reader#shigaraki headcanons#mha#bnha#smut#fluff#angst#headcanons#drabble#oneshot#x reader#x you#x y/n#stain x reader#stain#x gn reader#akaguro chizome#akaguro chizome x reader
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I want to write something about Vio & Blue or Blue & Shadow or all three but I don't know what đŠ
#I cant work on my long wips atm#so I want to write oneshots#but I Cant Think Of Scenarios#I Need Help man blorbos rotating in my head like a salad spinner going WEEEE#adel rambles
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Hiiii! If you still write for shera could you maybe write a young micah x reader?
Whatever plot you want
Its okay if you dont want to
Byeee
hi yes of course! requests are always open!!
sorry if its not too good, ive never written for micah (or she ra in general)
you didn't really specify anything so i just kinda went with "How you meet?" with a lot of extra, unnecessary angst
have a great day!!
Everyone knew about Micah, the prodigy that Light Spinner had taken an interest in. You, too, took an interest in him. Anyone with more than a thought in their head could see why. He was pretty, smart, cute, kind, not to mention talented. The âDream Guyâ in everyoneâs eyes. You couldnât help but dig into the rumors. Gossip was juicy, after all.
Maybe you shouldnât have dug.
The gossip was a little too juicy. The thought that Light Spinner, one of the most renowned sorcerers, was teaching him forbidden magic? Well, who could resist? Bumping into him in the hallway, you got his number. Which, on its own, is shocking. Cute guy? School prodigy? That actually gave you his number? The first ones really are shining their light down on you.
Well, you fell hard. A little too hard! Eventually, even the thought of him alone got you all blushy and bashful! Gosh the things you would do to him⌠wait, sorry, letâs keep it PG. You became acquaintances, and then buddies, and then friends, and then study partners, and then, well, you thought youâd get further. You guess not. You didnât mean to follow him that day at the lab, swear! You just wanted to talk to him, and before you knew it you were following him!
You, uh. Guess the rumors were true. Light spinner was, shockingly, actually teaching him forbidden magic. So, you snitched. What else would you have done? You love Micah, you really do, but that crosses the line. Firstly, if you werenât allowed to learn forbidden magic, then he wasnât either!!
Luckily, your friendship didnât suffer after that. He never found out, and Light Spinner- now renamed Shadow Weaver- was exiled. Well, you never liked her anyways. She always picked on you during classes.
One night, when you were lying awake at night, you had an epitome. You were in love with Micah. You thought it was just a crush, but would you really do all this for a silly crush? When you were walking through the halls, something caught your eye. Was that- Micah? What was he doing here, his classes ended hours ago! Who is-
Oh.
He just kissed her. He.. doesnât like you back. You could feel your heart break, the roses in your bag seemed to wilt. Maybe, uh.
Maybe itâs for the best.
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youre welcome for the angst!! :))
#young micah#micah x reader#she ra spop#spop#she ra and the princesses#of power#why isnt that a tag#she ra#micah#light spinner#shadow weaver#angst#đť rot#oneshot
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PillangĂłhĂĄz (Dabi x Reader) (on Wattpad)
FĹszereplĹ hĂślgyĂźnk az ĂŠjszaka egy nemes pillangĂłja. A tĂśbbi hasonlĂł sorsĂş lĂĄnnyal egyĂźtt szĂłrakoztatjĂĄk vendĂŠgeiket, a PillangĂłhĂĄz nevezetĹą piroslĂĄmpĂĄs ĂŠpĂźletben estĂŠnkĂŠnt. HĹsnĹnk ĂŠletĂŠben mĂĄr sok fĂŠrfi megfordult, de munkĂĄjĂĄn kĂvĂźl nem fordĂtott rĂĄjuk nagyobb figyelmet. Azt gondolta mĂĄr nem lepheti meg senki. KĂśzĂśmbĂśs mosolyĂĄt magĂĄra Ăśltve, Ăźl le Ăşjabb ĂŠs Ăşjabb vendĂŠgek mellĂŠ minden este, azonban a sors Ăśsszehozza egy olyan fĂŠrfival, aki felkelti ĂŠrdeklĹdĂŠsĂŠt nehĂŠz termĂŠszetĂŠvel. Vajon ez a fĂŠrfi kiĂŠrdemli a lĂĄny teljes figyelmĂŠt? Vagy Ĺ is a feledĂŠs homĂĄlyĂĄba merĂźl?
Boku no Hero Academia (My Hero Academia) sztorijĂĄt Dabi mĂşltjĂĄval kapcsolatban ĂŠrintjĂźk!
A tĂśrtĂŠnet +18-as rĂŠszeket tartalmaz, ha ĂŠrzĂŠkeny vagy az ilyesmire kĂŠrlek ne olvasd!
JĂł szĂłrakozĂĄst!
KĂŠp forrĂĄsa:Â https://twitter.com/a___0___i___7/status/1646144522609389571
TĂśrtĂŠnet:
https://www.wattpad.com/story/352139353-pillang%C3%B3h%C3%A1z-dabi-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=KanraChan483&wp_originator=dmAECRunUAX7s1mN1ArOwZOgryNT3T9lpTshd8NWPXyao0Y1Ecv4xOyuGcBtpbAbwOi%2Bola6osR95wVEgtpLdw5QVYgy5CxkF%2B8C0f6vee%2Bi35M4YtHv64hiWUwZhiJ4
#bnha#bokunoheroacademia#compress#dabi#dabixreader#lov#mha#mr#myheroacademia#oneshot#shigaraki#spinner#toga#twice#villan#viranrengo#books#wattpad#amwriting
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Imagine Shigaraki with shy bookworm reader, who just hides her face blushes behind a book when she feels like heâs nearby?đ¤
bookworm (nsfw)
shigaraki x shy!reader oneshot
summary: shigaraki catches you reading a verrryyyy dirty novella, and makes those chapters feel real.
btw this wasnt proofread, sorry if there are some minor mistakes!
cw: dirty talk, p/v, rough sex, overstimulation, corruption kink, slight breeding kink?, oral (fem rec), groping, shiggy is a hugeeee perv, mean shiggy, shy reader, missionary, teasing, dacryphilia, begging, minimal use of y/n, degradation, slight book abuse (sorry! but its for the plot)
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"what are you doing?" shigaraki's voice cuts through the paragraph you were halfway through, causing you to jump. you slide your bookmark slowly between the pages.
"just reading" you answer him softly, and he scoffs.
"tch, again?" he rolls his eyes, "are you gonna do anything else today?"
you shake your head, reopening to the page you left off on. "probably not. it just got good" you retort, and refocus your eyes onto the dramatic scene. you look up at him over the top of the book- he's perched up on the arm of the old couch, picking at the already-ripped hangnails on his calloused hands. you watch him secretly for a few seconds before you plant your nose back into the book again, sighing contentedly. he suddenly interrupts you again by sliding down the arm and plopping down onto the worn seat. he audibly sighs and groans, and you tilt your head at him.
"is something wrong, shigaraki?" you ask innocently, and he huffs.
"tch. no. i'll leave you be" he slinks off the couch and heads over to the bar. you watch as he runs his slender fingers through his baby blue hair, and smile to yourself. he throws himself onto a barstool dramatically and you giggle lightly, but catch yourself.
"you know" he starts from across the room, "if you spent half as much time with the league as you do reading, you might actually learn something useful" he says matter-of-factly, and you bite your lip, fighting the urge to say something back.
its not that you weren't involved with the leagues missions- you were their perfect alibi. a small bookshop owner who just so happened to settle into the wrong part of town. it wasn't your fault the league found you useful, and it certainly wasn't your fault that their bribe was far too good to pass up. keep the shop, and you, out of chaos's way, and they use your place as not only a hideout, but a resource for information.
over the past few months playing pretend with them, you actually grew comfortable with the villains. toga came to the shop regularly with magne to read every trashy romance novel and gossip with you about boys. kurogiri would pop in and out on the premise of "needing information per tomura's request", and twice and spinner both enjoyed the comic section from time to time. you didn't see much of dabi, but when you did, he'd flit through the horror section, then secretly the romance section, ultimately to leave without a word, with a few books tucked under his coat. you acted like you didn't notice, because after a week or so, they'd return to their spots on the shelves. the only one you didn't see regularly was shigaraki.
shigaraki avoided seeing you as much as possible, and you subconsciously did the same. he liked to stay in his secluded hideaway, left to his own devices (literally, his devices. aka his PC). but when you started living at their base because your lease ended, and you didn't have the money to renew it AND keep the bookshop running (undercover work is hard, y'know!), you realized fast why exactly you didn't like coming face to face with tomura.
not only was he kind of an asshole, not to mention competitive, with a sharp and venomous tongue, he was so, so hot. his scars decorated his face like little strokes of paint on a canvas. his angular nose and carmine eyes were placed so perfectly on his pale skin. his thin lips dragging upwards into a predatory grin whenever he spoke of all things horrid. withal, the little birthmark just below those lips, that you found yourself fantasizing about kissing from time to time. just to see what it'd be like, of course. pure curiosity, nothing more. overall, the man was a picture-perfect portrait of your worst nightmare antagonist from the books you loved so much.
you weren't afraid of him per se, but you damn sure were intimidated. so you kept your head low, and your voice down around him. you were typically the quiet type, but something about him made you silent. as if one wrong word would cause him to turn and grip you tightly with all five fingers, turning you to nothing more than a fleeting memory.
he got off on your timidity. he looked at you like a helpless bunny, and he was the big scary wolf. you'd never admit it, but you got off on it equally the same. so when he'd approach you, you'd shove your face further into the pages of your book, as if getting closer to the words would save you from his vermillion gaze.
"i'm sorry, shigaraki. i just figured the further i stay away from the league's...well, anything, it would be safer for us overall." you masterfully answer him as to not provoke him. he stands from his seat and cracks his knuckles, dragging out his next reply.
"that doesn't mean you have to be completely oblivious to the world around you." he slowly approaches the back of the couch, and you feel yourself heat up at the proximity. he leans over the couch slightly to get closer, and you instinctively raise the book to cover everything up to your eyes. you blink at him and he smirks.
"what are you reading, anyways?" he snatches the book from your hands with three fingers and flips through it, eyes widening at the passage he lands on. he raises his eyebrows and you sink into yourself, covering your face with the sleeves of your oversized jumper.
"please," you croak out, "can i have it back?". your pleading sends a devilish smile to creep onto his face, and he shoves the book back into your hands.
"i didn't know our perfect little y/n was so, so filthy" he draws your name out with a teasing tone.
your face flushes and he chuckles.
"and here i thought you were the spitting image of innocence. seems as though i thought wrong for once" his face is inches from yours, his fingers tapping against the back of the couch. you can smell the combination of redbull and musky cologne on him, he's so close. you inhale sharply, breath hitching in your chest as he saunters around, swinging himself back over onto the unoccupied seat of the couch.
you don't answer as he asks another tantalizing question, causing him to lean over onto your legs, repeating it.
"i said," he raises his eyes to meet yours, "why'd you turn so quiet all of a sudden?"
you shake your head and look up at him, hovering over you.
"i'm always quiet..." you reply shakily, and he laughs.
"you're so pitiful, y/n, you know that?" he snakes a hand up to your thigh, drumming four fingers against the exposed skin under your shorts.
you nod and try to ignore him best as possible by reopening the book. this makes him even bolder, as he pinches your thigh, between thumb and forefinger, causing you to gasp out from behind the novel.
"don't act like i didn't see what you were reading there, slut." his voice is lower now, and his words slice through the core of your stomach and send pangs of heat through you. you giggle nervously as he creeps further, covering your very obvious desire with chapter 32 of your now clearly smutty book. he chuckles and drags his fingers under your sweater, tucking his ring finger down as not to hurt you. he trails up, underneath the hem of your bra, and forcefully pinches at one of your already-puffy nipples. you stifle a moan as you feel your core liquify, and he groans at the contact of your soft flesh on his cold, rough fingers. he pushes himself on top of you, your legs automatically spreading open for him as he drives his still-clothed hips down to meet yours. the friction alone drives you both wild, and he growls.
"you ever read any books where the villain gets the girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you don't answer, but peer at him over the top of the book again and nod.
"is this one of them?" he flicks the back of the book and you jump, but nod again.
he hums passionately at your reaction and answer. then, without warning, he grips onto the hem of your shorts with all five fingers, sending them off of you into a pile of dust. your eyes widen, and you frown slightly. at least they were old, and already kind of ready to be replaced. he laughs and undoes the button of his jeans, yanking his pants and boxers down with them. you watch as his cock springs free, taken aback by the sheer size of it. it's not huge, but it's lengthy still, with a pretty dusty rose tint to the tip. it glistens with precum already, and he strokes it with three fingers as he watches you squirm, body clearly acting faster than your mind.
he grinds his dick down between your legs, brushing against the soft cotton of your underwear. he exhales sharply at the contact, and you bite your lip, feeling your wetness pressed against the material.
he pushed the seam of your panties to the side and dips a slender finger inside of you, and you gasp. he curls it, massaging one of your spots before promptly removing the finger and placing it into his mouth, sucking your essence off his finger with a slick pop, moaning.
"fuck, you taste better than i expected" he grumbles, and you whimper out a "hmm?"
"i don't know why i expected you to taste like paper or somethin'" he snickers and lowers his head down to your heat, licking your clit lazily. you moan out loud this time, with breathy little pants as his tongue dips into you. where he learned this, you're unsure, but his devouring sends your head back against the arm of the couch, unable to stifle your desperation anymore. he shoves a finger back inside while his mouth licks and nips at your swollen clit, and you feel yourself cresting towards orgasm. your eyes flutter shut as the tension inside of you builds, further and further, driving you insane. you whimper at his rapid movements, and the tight strings inside of you snap suddenly, sending white-hot currents to ripple through you. you clench tightly around his finger and he laps up your cum greedily, groaning at your collapse.
"i'm gonna show you why it's so important to pay attention to the outside world, baby" he whispers in your ear as he positions his cock to your opening. you nod and he presses the tip in slowly, emitting a small gasp from the both of you. he shudders as he slips it in, feeling you already clenched around his length.
he yanks the book from your hands, uncovering your face. he tosses the book to the floor and wraps four fingers around your neck gently.
"need you to pay attention to me baby, those words aren't gonna fuck you like i will" he thrusts into you hard, disallowing you to adjust fully. he pulls out and you breathe deeply, but he doesn't wait. he shoves it back in forcefully, the tip smacking against your cervix. you groan out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and he tightens the grasp on your neck slightly.
"look so good like this, slut, taking the big villains cock like this" he grumbles out into your ear, and you melt into a pool of desire. his words are enough to send you, but you hold back, craving more of him. he begins rutting into you rhythmically, slamming into your core with soft "slaps". he brings his hand off your neck to grab your face, pressing his cracked lips to yours. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you taste yourself, sending a shiver down your spine. his moans tangle with yours as he picks up speed, and you feel as he sequentially grinds against your clit, the soft hair creating friction on your sensitive spot. you whimper at the contact and he bites on your lower lip.
"tell me how much you like this, filthy whore. tell me how badly you want my vile seed inside of you." he growls against your lips and you shiver again.
"i, shigaraki, please, i need it" you stutter out, and he groans.
"you're so pathetic. you want me to ruin you, huh?" he ends the question with a hard thrust, a shockwave of pain coursing through you. you nod and he continues, "what a depraved thing you are. you sit in front of me every fucking day and tease me, you know that?" he snarls.
"yes, i'm sorry, shigaraki, i'm sorry for being so filthy" you cry out, and he sends a swift slap to your thigh.
"don't apologize. i don't need an apology. i want to hear you beg." he sneers.
"please, shigaraki, please" you follow his orders dutifully, and he smiles wide.
"please what, wicked baby?" he thrusts into you hard and fast, his breathing staggering.
"please, let me cum, please, i need it, i need you to break me" you admit with tears rolling down your cheeks. he growls again and smacks your thigh again, digging four fingers into the pliable flesh again.
"break you? oh no, slut. i'm going to make it so that even the gods will turn their backs to you. you're mine, and by that, you're just as sick as i am now" he snaps, his voice a raspy and heavy breath. you clench tightly around him, his cock stretching you painfully still as you feel every ounce of purity in you dissipate. your moans and cries permeate the air with a sharpness that the whole city could hear, and you shatter forcefully around him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer as your hips buck up, riding up to the intensity of the orgasm with a rushed mantra of "fucks, please's, and yes's." your own voice shocks you as the peak hits you, causing you to shout his name out with offensive indulgence.
"fuck, tomu, oh fuckfuckfuck, tomura" his name spills from your lips like honey, and he fractures inside of you at the sound. he pushes himself as deep as he can, hissing as he spills inside of you. the heat seeps through your entire body, feeling the stickiness coating your walls deeply. he twitches inside of you as he crashes down from his own orgasm, and sucks in air sharply as he pulls out slowly. the pain immediately hits you, choking a sharp cry out of you.
he hovers over you still, nipping at your neck. you sob out from overstimulation as he pumps his cum inside you more with a finger again for a few seconds before pulling it out.
"had to make sure it was really in there" he whispers, and you huff weakly.
"so?" he asks quietly, growling next to your ear, "was it comparable to your shitty book?" he teases. you nod and glance at the book strewn on the floor.
"better than." your voice is strained from the screaming, and he chuckles. you reach down and grab the title off the floor, shoving it into his hands, and on instinct he grabs hold of it with only a few fingers. you shake your head and motion with your hands.
"get rid of it." you say dismissively, and he gives you a confused look.
"it was only a placeholder for you anyways" you shrug, and with a snicker, he wraps his hands fully around the book as it crumbles to dust in his hands.
"does this mean you're done with the reading?" he asks snarkily, and you shake your head.
"no, it just means i'm done trying to compare you to a few chapters."
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eeeenjoy! i went kinda hard with this one ngl. i lowkey really wanted a reason to write a little out of my usual loser!shiggy style, and something took over me for this.
thank you as always for the request <3
#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki#mha shigaraki#tenko shimura#myposts#shigaraki headcanons#bnha#mha#my hero academia#myfics#myoneshots#shigaraki smut#shigaraki tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#bnha shigaraki#shigaraki x reader oneshot
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Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725
I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!
Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words
Read here on AO3!
Summary:
Theyâre back!
After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.
Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):
Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphaleâs thigh, bracketed by his husbandâs knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowleyâs body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphaleâs scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.
Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. âUp here now, my love. I want you on my lap.â
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#good omens fic#good omens fic recs#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#writers of after dark#good omens smut#of fire and falcons
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The Truth Slips
Paring: Fred Weasley X Reader
Rating: E
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. Loss of virginity. Prevalence of a drinking game.
Summary: request: âi wanted to request a fred oneshot where reader is shy/bashful and a virgin and fred's his usually cocky self but sorta fuckboy-eee and yanoo they do the dirty⌠my guilty pleasureâ
My guilty pleasure as well. Fuckboy Fred is my creme de la creme. uncanon fun silly Fred one shot.
Part 2
You nervously watch the bottle in the middle spin around. And around. And around. Until it jolted with a stop on you.
Your glance hesitates as it trails up to meet the bottleâs spinner, whoâs green eyes light up with glee.
âThis is gonna be so good,â Fred Weasley exclaimed with a wicked smile. He leaned back on his elbows, waiting for your next move. Gulping nervously, you reach towards him wondering how a post-Quidditch party turned into a scene from your nightmares.
Everyone who decided to partake in the game whoops and hollers as you finally reach in the middle of the circle and claim your shot glass of the clear liquid. George had suggested that the house play âVeritaserum Rouletteâ with a stolen bottle of the potion. While preparing N.E.W.T-level potions was a grueling task, the fun came in seeing who was able to snag a bottle from the professorâs watchful eye to share amongst the house. You decided not to inspect your shot glass and threw the liquid back down your throat, then set the shot glass upside down on the ground like you saw in the Muggle movies. You immediately felt your face get hot but you knew it wouldnât be because you ingested any serum, rather it was the pressure of having all the 7th year Gryffindor staring you down with intense concentration.
âS-someone has to ask a question,â You stuttered, picking the shot glass back up to fidget with it. Initially when the game was introduced, it was simply truth or dare. You couldâve easily backed out if that. Now, you couldnât stop anything that was to come out of your mouth if you chose the glass with Veritaserum. You hoped that the two questions chosen for you would spare you any embarrassment.
âDo you fancy anyone at this moment?â Angelina leaned forward, taking her hands off of Fred. She was laying herself across Fred all night, non-discreetly showing off the fact that she was his latest⌠âconquestâ as you overheard one of his friends call the girls that swooned over the redhead. Fred shot to popularity after bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch to back to back championships and it only inflated his ego more so than it already was. Despite his poor reputation, you couldnât deny that the girls dreaming about Fred were warranted in their pursuit. Fred and George didnât become the star Beaters without a rigorous workout regiment that hardened their muscles and broadened their shoulders. Their rugged appearances paired with their reliable and goofy personalities made them unstoppable.
Fred also happened to be your first friend at Hogwarts, finding you crying after a particularly embarrassing flying class during your first year. He sat with you and assured you that it wasnât a show of your skills but the result of faulty school broomsticks. From that day, Fred guided you on flying while you tutored him in Potions.
All this time later, you didnât need flying lessons anymore, but Fred still needed Potions help. You would never admit it, but your favorite part of the week was sitting in the library with Fred absolutely engrossed in homework. You would steal glances as he nipped the end of his quill in deep thought or when he would push his falling hair out of his face. Fredâs worst trait was his lack of spatial awareness and heâd always lean in too close while you explained the more difficult concepts to him. He was always chewing a sharp minty gum and smelled of a piney cologne that reminded you of Christmas. It distracted you often and made you turn beet red when he noticed the change in your diction. This would only make Fred lean in closer, inquiring about your odd behavior. All this time, you fought off any feelings you could have developed because you were realistic. You werenât the Quidditch player, social butterfly types that Fred dated. Angelina was a prime example. Speaking of her, your desperate attempt to avoid answering her question was null and void when you felt as if you were being puppeted to speak.
âI do,â You squeaked out. Your hands flung to your mouth, but the attempt was feeble. Everyone quickly muttered amongst themselves to figure out the next question to ask you. At this moment, you felt like a criminal on trial. The easy next question was âwho?â but the chatter alluded to a deeper question. It surely appalled everyone that you had a crush. You largely avoided the dating scene despite the relentless attempts from Oliver Wood. You thought Oliver was sweet and went on a singular date with him last year, but he was only focused on Quidditch. Much like Fred.
âWho is it? Is it Oliver? If it isnât, who?â A younger Gryffindor blurred out in excitement and you felt the same puppet feeling in your gut and as you began to answer, Fred reached over and clamped his hand on your mouth. Your face was burning so hot at this moment you were sure you were sweating.
âHey! We can only ask one more questions. We gotta make them good. Donât answer those,â Fred instructed, removing his hand from your face. He brushed a piece of hair that fell out of place back behind your ear, making your stomach flip. This was such a ridiculous feeling. âDid you ever bed Oliver?â
âNo? N..no!â You raised your eyebrows at Fred, appalled he would ask such a question. Once you opened your mouth, more words flowed out like a broken faucet. âIâve never bedded anyone. Oliver was always on the Quidditch Pitch and it isnât exactly the sexiest place in the castle.â
Your statement made the room laugh, which only increased your self consciousness. You shrugged and admitted you werenât embarrassed at the fact for never having done anything with Oliver or any man. You were already covering your face with both hands, definitely sweating at this point. The group decided to refill on butterbeer, leaving you to seal your mouth shut with a cup of water. Fred stayed next to you, his green eyes filling with a mischievous glint.
âHas the Veritaserum worn off?â Fred asked, tilting his head up to look at you. He kept unwavering eye contact that made your mind go blank.
âNot yet,â You answered, still under the influence of the potion. Hopefully Fred wouldnât press any further or that it would wear off before then.
âAh⌠So, while I have you here, you really never slept with Oliver?â Fred leaned in closer, a smirk forming across your face. You shook your head and reaffirmed what he already knew. âWhy not? And donât give me the Quidditch answer.â
âI was waiting for the right person,â You said lamely, unable to fight the potionâs effect. Fred lifted an eyebrow.
âYouâve never fantasized?â Fred blocked you from grabbing a cup of water that would render you voiceless.
âNot about Oliver. Wh-why are you asking?â You fought your thoughts hard to answer Fredâs question as vaguely as possible.
âHey, I thought I was asking the questions here. I just wanted to know what makes the timid girl that tutors me in Potions tick,â Fred moved so close to you that you could clearly smell his cologne. Luckily, his statement wasnât laced with a question and the potion took no effect, allowing you to shake your head shyly.
âSo you said not Oliver, so who do you think about?â Fred figured out how to narrow his question and before you could stop, your mouth betrayed you.
âUs,â You said, feeling like you broke the dam. Fredâs eyes grew wide, but his body language didnât change. You were waiting for him to recoil out of instinct or turn red. But he continued to look at you coolly, turning a cup of butterbeer in his hands. Your heart jumped to your stomach and you felt like you couldnât breathe. Your flight instinct kicked in, but before you could flee from the conversation, Fred grabbed your arm and forced you back down.
âWhat do you think about us?â Fredâs eyes darkened with an excitement youâve never seen before. Arousal. You could only take a big gulp before your dirty fantasies about the boy you tutored that you kept locked away spilled out of your mouth for the world to hear.
âI think about you sliding a hand up my skirt in the library. Telling me to be quiet. I want to kiss you until I canât feel my lips. I want to see you without a shirt on. I think about you pulling my hair back to look at you while you f-â Your mortification overtook your entire body and you collapsed before you could finish your sentence with a yelp. Fred took a hold of you before you could hit the wall, making sure to take a long look at you. His face still had the cocky smile that youâd grown to love. His strong arm that was wrapped supportively around your waist and got tighter as he tried to figure out his next question. Your squirming didnât help and you had no choice but to be stuck in his investigation.
âAre you thinking about it right now?â Fredâs eyes flitted from your eyes to your lips and if your heart wasnât beating out of your chest, you wouldâve had half the mind to kiss him.
âYes,â You practically slurred, unable to calm down from the situation unfolding before you. Fred ran a comforting hand up and down your back, soothing your nerves only slightly.
âDo you want to go up to my room to show me some of these fantasies?â Fred said blatantly. Of course you did and of course you let him know.
âYes but,â You took a large inhale trying to ease your racing heart. âBut what about Angelina?â
âI donât want her. I want you,â Fred said definitively, sending a chill down your back. âAre you sure you want to do this? I donât want to pressure you into anything just because you donât have control of your thoughts right now.â
âI want you, Fred,â You said with a confidence that surprised even you. The words were genuine, the feeling of being puppeted by your mouth was gone. As you focused on Fredâs words and realized what he was proposing, you felt a simmering heat between your thighs and that you had been rubbing your thighs together to cause a reliving friction between them. But the clarity brought another realization. âYou⌠you donât even like me. Iâm. Iâm not going to be one of your conquests or whatever.â
âGods, really are clueless are you?â Fred laughed at your out-of-character quip. He used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. âDid you really think I was spending all this time in the library thinking about Potions? Why the hell would I take N.E.W.T-level Potions if I was bad at it? I just had to pretend enough for you to keep studying with me.â
Fredâs confession stunned you silent. Without second thought, you wrapped your arms around Fredâs neck and leaned forward to meet his lips with yours. He gave an amused noise, kissing you back gladly. The kiss was unlike anything youâve ever experienced. You were fulfilling a need you didnât know you had, pressing deeper and deeper into the redheadâs mouth. Fred skillfully nipped at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you moaned at the unfamiliar feeling. You were a little intimidated by his knowledge and your lack thereof, but the hand he was rubbing on your waist made you forget about anything besides him. He started to move a hand towards your chest and smirked wildly when you whimpered because he pulled away.
âMy room. Now,â Fred said breathlessly, practically dragging you up the stairs. He hastily cast a locking and silencing charm before pushing you on the bed. Fred hovered over you, obviously delighted by your misshapen appearance. He had you pinned to the bed with one leg between your thigh and his arms at either side of your head.
The burning in your stomach only grew and Fred continued to kiss you, tasting every bit of you. He snaked a hand up your shirt, palming you through the fabric of your bra. When you least suspected it, he pulled the fabric down, pinching your firmed nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation made you moan loudly into his kisses and buck your hips up on his thigh.
âThatâs a good girl,â Fred purred, continuing to flex his fingers around your breast. âStop me if you want at any moment.â
âTake off your clothes,â Your voice was so whiny with need that you hardly recognized it. Fred only chuckled and moved his hand away from your chest to start removing your clothes instead of his. You batted his hand away and ran your fingers down his broad chest. You slowly undid his buttons, shaking from nervousness and exhilaration. Every button revealed more of his tanned muscular body that made your mouth watered. Fred continued supporting himself over you, enjoying your desperation.
When you finally managed to shed his shirt, you could barely focus. Your eyes trailed down his chest to the trail of hair on his stomach that pointed directly to the tension in his pants.
âI⌠I donât know what to do,â You admitted to Fred, tangling your hands in his hair nervously.
âItâs okay. I think itâs time for me to teach you something to thank you for the last few years,â Fred said cockily, amazing you at how he stayed the same while you were falling apart under his touch. He quickly removed your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the middle of the room.
You felt vulnerable laying there in only your underwear, but Fred dragged his Quidditch-calloused hands down your body as he planted reassuring kisses on your mouth. His mouth followed his hand down until his lips were biting at the sensitive skin of your neck and his hand was rubbing circles on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You moved your hips down to meet his hand pleadingly and he took pity on you.
Fred moved his hands up to feel your arousal, circling his finger just around the bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. He knew exactly what he was doing and held your hips down with his free hand when you let out a whining groan. After teasing you, Fred slipped your underwear to the side, dragging his middle finger up your slick.
âJust how long have you been fantasizing about me?â Fred joked, breathing in as you moaned. He was barely making any movements and he had you reacting like this. Fred dragged his finger back and forth a few times before slowly pressing his middle finger into you, making sure to look up at you in order to spot any discomfort. You squirmed a little at the feeling, but once Fred started curling his finger, your body relaxed around the pleasure.
âMore,â Your head sunk into Fredâs bed as your body grew accustomed to the feeling. Fred audibly smirked as he slipped his ring finger in as well, kissing you deeply. You realized his pants were still on and his fingers were speeding up from impatience. You reached down tenderly, running your fingers gently over the tent in his pants. He let out an airy breath before breaking the kiss to look at you.
âFeel it,â Fred encouraged you. His working fingers paused as he directed your hand with his free hand to his pants. Fred placed his hands on top of yours, simulating a squeeze. You copied his movement, earning a low groan from him. âFuck⌠I need you right now.â
You shed your undergarments as Fred fumbled with his belt, too overtaken with lust to focus on unclipping the buckle. He finally released the leather binding and dropped his pants quickly, letting his cock fall as well. You watched with big eyes and Fred took your hand again to wrap it around his base.
âJust like that,â Fred praised as you moved your hand up and down. The friction was uncomfortable for you, so you pulled your hand back to lick a stripe up your palm and return it to his cock. The action made Fred roll his eyes back into his head and let his head drop as you continued to pump your hand up and down. âYouâre so good, baby.â
Fredâs praise only made you want him more and the wanting in between your thighs got to be unbearable. As Fred was closing his eyes in bliss, you sneakily reached a hand down towards your folds to mimic his earlier actions in an attempt to ease the pressure. Fred felt you moving and quickly opened his eyes, catching you in the act. He tsked and removed your hand, pinning it by your head.
âImpatient are we, love?â Fred chuckled, sending vibrations through your stomach.
âPlease,â You begged. âI want to feel you.â
Fred was impatient as you were and shifted his weight back to line himself up with your entrance. You were filled with such an excitement and nervousness that you subdued by reaching up for a kiss. Fred dragged the head of his cock against your slick folds, almost as if he was waiting for permissions.
âFred. Fuck me,â You drawled, dizzy from anticipation. Fred let out a string of curses, then entered with a slow thrust. You let out a cry at the satisfying pain of feeling your walls stretch around Fred. He checked in again with you to make sure you were comfortable and you gave him a kiss on the cheek for assurance.
âYou feel so amazing,â You slurred, eyes shutting from the pleasure. Fred slowly rolled his hips against yours, intertwining his hands with yours. He still had your hand pinned against your head and he was starting to lean forward, delivering soft grunts to your ear.
âYouâre so⌠tight,â Fred mused aloud. You bucked your hips up to meet the friction the penetration was creating and Fred took that as a sign to go faster. He picked up his rhythm that made you sing a chorus of moans that melted into his name. Fred let curses fall out of his mouth and he picked up the speed of his thrusts, fully fucking you into the bed. Your cries only encouraged him.
Fred planted his lips on yours, creating a messy and heavy kiss that dripped with want. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging whenever he would move to a certain spot that made your vision blur. A knotted feeling built up in your stomach like you never felt before.
âFred⌠I- Iâm-'' Fred understood what you were trying to get at and dropped a hand to your clit, rubbing soft circles that only tightened your stomach. With a cry, you broke from his interlocked hand and wrapped your arms around him as you nipped at his shoulder from the immense wave that washed over you. Fred laughed with such confidence it brought you back to life as he slowed down his thrusts.
âIâm almost there. Do you want me to keep going?â Fred panted, brushing a hair out of your face and kissing you on the forehead.
âYes, please,â You relaxed back, feeling absolutely crazed. Fred dropped his head again and you reached up to trail kisses down his neck. âYou fuck me so well, Fred.â
Your praise sent Fred over the edge and he unsheathed himself with a groan, spilling himself on your stomach. Fred collapsed beside you with a heave, then moved quickly to help clean you off. He climbed back into bed with you, pulling you close with a kiss.
âTelling the truth pays off, huh?â
âThat, or Potions class.â
#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley smut#fred weasley fic#veritaserum#shameless smut#fic braindump tbh i needed to write#iâm sorry if the formatting is weird iâm on my phone#i chose some random pic as the header sorry itâs a deep fried pic of shots lol
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League Of Villains With An S/O Like Marceline The Vampire Queen
Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader
Requested: @supernatural-hunter1
Request: Iâm thinking the LOV (Dabi, Spinner and Shigaraki) with a girlfriend, who has a vampire quirk like Marceline, the vampire queen (from Adventure Time) she has a bass guitar in a shape of an axe, sheâs a great singer, she can fly, and she only drinks the color red (or eat the color)
Tomura Shigaraki
đ¤ You were introduced to Shigaraki when you were young and as you started to develop your quirk became his protector. đ¤ Heâd often find that his hand rested on your neck, two fingers over the bite marks in your neck. He matched skin tones with someone⌠Even if they were a vampire. đ¤ Indifferent to the guitar really, he often thinks that it gets in the way on more stealthy missions but he liked that you were able to fight without it, and found more joy in watching you punch someone across the room. đ¤ Sometimes people didnât see you until it was too late, you might be the last thing they see after disrespecting Shigaraki or injuring him in some way.
No one could see you, you had been sitting on the bar behind Shigaraki, your legs dangling down behind him as he leant against your shins looking at the new recruits, Dabi and Toga. You were watching them carefully, your guitar rested behind the bar close enough to grab if you needed it, they talked but you noticed the movement of Dabi before Shigaraki did, you grabbed the guitar from behind the bar swinging it around stopping just short of Dabiâs neck âbe careful now.â You warned, you held the forearm of your free arm resting on top of Shigarakiâs head and you rested your chin on your own arm. âAre you sure that you need him?â âWe need them all unfortunately.â Shigaraki answered âPlus as annoying as he is, I believe heâs going to be useful.â âHe does seem like the most capable of a lot.â You shrugged. âMmm.â He hummed âyou can drop the axe.â You sat up as you pulled back the axe, it rested on your shoulder as you slumped forward. âWhat?â Shigaraki mumbled as he looked at you posture. âI donât trust him.â You answered as Dabi smirked at you, eyes easily moving over you seemingly assessing you. âSo whoâs the bodyguard?â Dabi asked. âNone of your business.â Shigaraki answered as he turned his back to them, the conversation over as he rested the handheld console that he was playing on your thighs, as you played with his hair and Kurogiri showed the new arrivals to the rooms they could use if they wanted.
Dabi
đĽ Dabi met you before he ended up in the league, he actually went looking for you after hearing about you through the thugs that he was beating to a pulp. đĽ Dabi then watched you like an absolute creeper for a couple of weeks, gathering information and trying to figure out just what your quirk was. đĽ He definitely liked your style, the way you dressed, carried yourself and spoke to other people. đĽ He approached you when he got all the information that he could from watching you.
You were sitting on the roof of the building watching people go by, there were a number of different objects next to you that had been drained of their colour, Dabi didnât think that it was sunny enough to warrant the hat that you had decided to wear âthought vampires couldnât sit in the sun.â He finally said, you glanced back at him, eyes moving over him for a second before going back to the people milling around under you. âVampires can sit in the sun as long as weâre protected from direct sunlight.â You answered. âYouâve been watching me, what do you want?â âYou knew?â He asked. âThought you were sneaky?â You asked. âThereâs a lot that you donât know about me.â âYeah?â He asked, he stepped forward and you leaned back resting on your hands. âI wouldnât get too close, you know that guitar isnât just a fashion statement.â You warned him. âI know.â He nodded âIâve seen you use it, impressive.â He continued forward until he was sitting on the ledge next to you. âWhat do you want?â You asked. âYou seem bored.â He mumbled. âIâm bored of you dodging the question, what do you want?â You asked. âI want to offer you a prospect.â He answered. âUh huh.â You grunted. âI want to take down someone and you could help me.â He answered. âWho?â You asked. âWhat?â He asked. âWho do you want to take down?â You asked. âEndeavour.â He answered. âNow that is a challenge.â You smirked, your fangs flashing in the sun. âYouâd better tell me how you plan to do this and Iâll decide whether I join you.â
Spinner
đŚ Spinner was very good at withholding judgement until he'd met someone or seen someone in action which is why he never judged you for your supposed vampire attributes. đŚ He honestly thinks the guitar is pretty cool, an instrument that doubles as weapons, and always loves when people question whether itâs a real weapon or not. đŚ On that note Spinner never gets tired of you singing, whether you're just singing to yourself or singing for the rest of the gang (Magni and Toga are often the ones that make requests). đŚ Your ability to go from a warm presence to a threatening entity, was honestly amazing to him.
Spinner had lost track of you a while back, you had been split up during the ambush by Redestros men, he had seen evidence of you being around considering there were objects that were primary red that had lost their colour, if you were drinking during battle you were having you use your abilities in excessive amounts. Spinner should have been paying more attention when the hulking weight smashed into his side, he recognised the grunts, it was you in your larger bat form. âYou need a hand?â He asked. âI mean if you're not too busy.â You shrugged as he looked behind you at the group that had followed the larger man, he noted that you were changing back to your humanoid form and bass guitar thrown over your shoulder. âAre you hungry, do you need anything?â He asked. âNo there was enough around here to get what I needed now, I just really want these guys to go away.â You answered, swinging the axe end of the base cutting the closest manâs head clean off. âWow.â He mumbled eyes widening and cheeks heating, if his skin wasnât green you would have seen a blush. âYou okay?â You asked a smirk taking over your face as you dodged a hit from one of others, Spinner napped out of it throwing a dagger landing it straight in his heart. âIâm fine.â He mumbled as you giggled, killing yet another one of them before moving over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. âCome on letâs finish this, find the boss and get this over with so we can get back to doing nothing.â You ordered. âSure thing.â He chuckled, cutting down another attacker.
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So Close, Yet So Far
A/N: This is a male villain Y/N x Hero Izuku Midoriya oneshot. There's a bit of flirting occasionally and mentions of killing and deaths.
"So close. But so far." Y/N's voice rang throughout the field.
Somehow, Izuku had found himself in this situation with his ex boyfriend. It was something he never thought would occur. Y/N, out of all people. Becoming a villain and taking the leagues side? Who would have thought.
"Why? Why would you do this?" he asked, his fist clenched tightly as he watched the other taunt him from afar.
Y/N had bumped into Izuku on the way to another mission, but for now, the mission could wait. He wanted to tease him and taunt him a little bit, see how much progress the hero's made since they last met. "Do what? I haven't done anything. It's fun tagging along. Causing trouble, stirring up Spinner and Muscular for no reason at all. The rush of adrenaline that I feel everytime we're on the run. It's truly amazing..." he announced.
Izuku continued looking at Y/N, keeping his eyes on him at all times, making sure he didn't do anything behind his back. It was a fight or flight instinct, He didn't know whether to stay or to leave. Something inside of him wanted to go, but his gut was telling him to stay. He knew Y/N definitely wasn't as sane as what he used to be. Just by looking at him, and their previous conversation just before he had left. "What? You left cause this is more fun? Can you even hear yourself! Don't you understand you're either going to get killed or be sent to jail for the rest of your life? This isn't a joke Y/N. You've still got time to turn yourself around."
Y/N rose a brow, chuckling softly as he crossed his arms, hovering slightly over the ground. "This lifestyle is just more...thrilling. The thrill of being on the verge of death sends such chills down my spine.." he sighed softly, tilting his head back. "I love you Izuku, I really do. But no villain or hero could ever be seen with each other. But again...the risk is something I'm willing to take.." he smirked, shaking his head a bit as he deactivated his quirk, lowering onto the ground.
Izuku sucked in a breath, noticing one of Kurogiri's portals spawning. Y/N looked behind himself, sighing softly and looking at Izuku. "Looks like this is my signal to be heading off now! It was lovely seeing you again Izuku, please..We should go out sometime again." he spoke in a flirtatious tone, smiling slightly as he blew a kiss before he walked into the portal, the mist shutting behind him.
Izuku watched as Y/N left, his cheeks heating up slightly as he clenched his fist slightly tightly, grumbling softly to himself as he walked away, Y/N on his mind.
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â Summary: Due to Taehyung's job as a cruise ship Captain, you are constantly miles away from each other. Weekly phonecalls help and this one gets a little nasty and a lot sweet.
Pairing: cruise ship captain!taehyung x fem!reader (feat. Yeontan)
AU/genre: PWP, fluff, smut, tiny angst, established relationship, aged-up, oneshot
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 2,001
Warnings: dom!taehyung, slight brat!reader, phone s*x, f*ngering, handj*b, mutual m*sturbation, taehyung calls oc sl*t once, some d*rty talk, mentions of v*berator, crying, missing each other, + taehyung has a special suprise for oc vv sweet
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A/N: wrote this on a whim after I saw Taehyung in that white captian outfit. Took a slightly different direction than planned but i like it. Hope you do too! đ
âTwo more days baby,â he says through the phone, loosening the tie from around his neck. âThen Iâll be home.â
âI miss you.â You nearly whine the words but who could blame you? Taehyungâs been at sea for 10 weeks straight. Youâve been calling as much as you can but theyâre never as long as youâd like. Between the ship, the crew, and countless other responsibilities to keep track of, plus sleeping when he canâwhich never amounted to more than six hours a night, your boyfriend had a tight schedule.
Of course, he wouldnât be able to talk to you for more than fifteen minutes a few nights a week.
You expected it.
âSomeone wants to say hi.â You glance beside you, and a pair of beady dark eyes stare up at you. Youâre boyfriendâs dog rests his head on your lap. âSay hi to daddy Yeontan.â You hold your phone near him.
âYeontan,â Taehyungâs deep voice rumbles. âYeontan, are you behaving for mommy?â Yeontan quirks his head, unsure of the sudden noise. âYeontan,â he tries again, this time making light kissing sounds.
At that, Yeontan lets out a yip, then another. You roll your eyes hearing Taehyung chuckle. âGood boy.â
Yeontan lets another yip and sits up on high alert. You bring a hand down to stroke his fur, calming him before you bring the phone up to your ear. âI think you got him too excited. He thinks youâre coming back tonight.â
âWell, you did use the D word.â Taehyung plays with the small box next to him. The sharp flipping and snapping of the lid cracks through the speaker.
âWhat are you doing?â Youâre unable to ignore the sound. Itâs harsh on your ear. âAre you doing something?â
Taehyung sets the box down instantly. You hear it squeak against a glass surface. âSorry,â he coos. âItâs just an empty box that held cufflinks the crew surprised me with the other day. Messing around with it has become a habit Iâve developed recently.â
You hum. âLike a fidget spinner?â
âYeah,â Taehyung replies. He smiles at the dainty box. âSomething like that.â
âOh, well that was nice of them to get you. Though Iâm not shocked. Youâve been taking good care of them over the last seven years.â
Taehyung hears your words but falls silent. He whips his head towards his nightstand, viewing the photo of him and you in a burgundy-red picture frame. It was a gorgeous day out. Taehyung had just gotten promoted to captain and you were right by his side, arms around his waist with that knock-out smile he loves so much.
Youâve been together for eight years now and eight magnificent years theyâve been. Fancy dinners, late-night movies, going to the jazz, along with a handful of quarrels soon followed by make-up sexâyouâve done it all. And while neither of you could fathom being without the other, eight years have quickly turned into eight minutes with the amount of time the seas called him.
He hasnât told you but every time he boarded the ship, watching your form get smaller and smaller, he felt gut-wrenching guilt settle in the pit of his stomach.
Taehyung didnât want you waiting and yet he knew you were. Every ten weeks, heâd go to sea and then return for ten weeks. The worst part was that even when he was home, it was like a countdown until the process repeated itself.
Yes, you were constantly in limbo, waiting for the next step.
He hated it.
âHey are you still with me?â Itâs your stark voice that shakes Taehyung back into the conversation. He blinks away from the framed photo, clutching his phone.
âIâm still here,â he replies. âListen __, I want you to know that in a couple of days, Iâll have something for youâŚto make up for all our lost time.â
âHmm, is that soâŚâ Your voice lowers, a sultry undertone with it. âCan I know what it is, Captain?â
Taehyung clears his throat thickly, palms feeling a tad sweaty and pants tight. âNo, no you canât,â he murmurs. âYouâll find out when youâre supposed to.â
âTwo days is too long. Tell me now and maybe Iâll give you something in return unless you wanna risk it.â
Taehyung smirks, aware of your taunting. âStick your fingers anywhere near your sopping cunt and thatâs all youâll be getting for a week.â
âBeing that itâs the only thing I have gotten for the last ten weeks, fine by me,â you counter. âOh, except for that pretty pink vibrator I got the other day. Does wonders for the female body.â
âFucking brat.â Taehyung grips his thigh, struggling to repulse images of your sprawled-out body on your shared bed, broken moans leaving your lips. He hasnât touched your soft skin or felt the burn of your fingers on his skull for weeks.
Somehow youâve been perfectly satisfied though, which isnât necessarily a huge problem due to his absence, but heâd rather not be reminded. Especially when itâs coming from a toy that likely couldnât make you scream as loud as he could. âWhen I get home, that damn vibrator is the first to go. So enjoy yourself for a couple more days because it isnât going to last.â
âUh huh, uh huh.â You feign disinterest. âSame threats as usual. The sea has made you so dull and boring.â
âYeah, think so? Well go ahead then slut. Make yourself come any way youâd like right now.â Taehyung waits for you to own up to your shit but you hesitate. âWhatâs the matter? Wanna take it all back?â
âTaehyungâŚI was justââ
âUh uh,â he interrupts. âItâs far too late for any of that. You made a statement and you made me horny. So you know what weâre gonna do?â He reaches down his pants, unbuckling the leather belt around his waist. The sound of metal clangs against each other, before you hear a zipper gliding down.
âI swear Taehyung, if you make me listen to you jerk off right now Iâm hanging up and not calling back.â
âOh and I believe you so much,â he snickers, pushing his pants down enough to take his erect cock in hand. Taehyung has a massive cock so the push was generous, letâs say. âI think you want me to get off for you donât you?â
His deep, thick voice rings through your entire body. Arousal slowly pooling between your thighs. Itâs been a good six weeks since you and Taehyung last did anything like this. Heâd either have to go to bed or your phone call would typically cut out before you got the chance.
Taehyung spits on his hands before taking his length in his palm. âAnswer me,â he says but youâre too preoccupied with picturing his beautifully sleek fingers gripping his big, hard cock so tight it makes you drool. All you reply with is a weak âuhâ.
His groans are hot and rough as he starts a steady pace. You ask if heâll turn his camera on and make this a video call instead but he only laughs wickedly in response. âYou think this is for you sweetheart? For your pleasure?â His breaths quicken, cock leaking precum you bet. If only you could be there. âWell itâs not,â he quips with a broken grunt.
âPlease, Tae.â You lean your head back on the headboard, closing your eyes. A hand slips up your bare thigh and slips under your shirt to settle on your abdomen.
âOh godâfuck!â Taehyung cusses loudly and your knuckles tense. âFuck fuck fuck,â he curses again. When you draw the same hand down your core and straight to your wet center, you let out a satisfied moan. Taehyung doesnât miss it, however.
âNo, noâno, I donât want,â he struggles to form the simple words, not stopping his ruthless movements. âShitââ
You bite your lip and stuff two fingers inside, curling them as far as you can. It shoots spikes of pleasure up your spine and your hips buck up in response. âTaehyung, I wish I could see you. I wish I could be there.â Wetness pricks the corner of your eyes as you push into yourself and thumb your clit. Your thoughts are consumed by your boyfriend doing nearly the exact same hundreds of miles away. âI miss you so much Tae,â you gasp.
Taehyungs sweating bullets. His hair has gotten messy, a few strands stick to his forehead. Heâs inches away from his high and heâs so pissed that youâre touching yourself when this was supposed to be him punishing you or some shit but he canât stop either of you from continuing.
âGod I miss you too baby. I miss seeing your gorgeous face and making you laugh. Your laugh is so goddamn pretty. I miss waking up beside you, my arms wrapped around you as I think to myself how lucky I am to have you with me for so long. And I really fucking wish it was your hands getting me off instead of my own. Iâm so sorry Iâm away so much and for so long.â
âDonât apoloâapologize.â You add another finger, hot liquid coating them and already running down your thighs. âI understand your job is important to you. Weâll see each other soon and Iâll have you back to myself.â
âNo, baby listen to me. Was gonna tell you in person but Iâm stepping down. Fuck Iâm there!â Taehyung releases on himself, his cum dripping down the length of his cock.
"What?" Pleasure washes over you as you release soon after, hands sticky and out of breath. "You're doing what?"
"Jimin's gonna be the new captain sweetheart. I can't keep going away every two to three months. I'm gone for half the year and I just cant keep doing it. I'll get a job closer to home somewhere. I just wanna be with you. I wanna..." Taehyung pauses. "__, I wanted this to be all romantic and grand but I don't think I can wait. That box I told you that were cufflinks the crew gave me? I lied. It's a ring. I bought it in Toulouse, France for you because I wanna stay with you as long as possibleâ"
"Oh my God oh my god Taehyung...." More tears cover your cheeks. You didn't think the day would come.
"Eight years is long enough isn't it? What do you say?" Taehyung's voice is shaky. He glances at the tiny box again, the one with your ring it. He doesnt reach for it because, well you know. But he can't wait to put it on your finger if you say what he hopes you will.
"Mhm, yes yes I'll marry you! Fuck you make me so happy." You really, really can't wait to see Taehyung in two daysâhe's your fiancee now.
"You dont know how happy you make me __. And when I see you in two day, I'm doing this again just so you know. The way I planned."
You smile through the phone, overwhelmed with emotions. "You don't have to. This was more than enough. And you don't have to quit being a captain really, its what you've wanted for so long."
"I want something different now," Taehyung says. "We deserve this __. Something new and not from miles away where we only communicate over the phone. Plus, now that you're my fiancee....soon bride and allâ"
"Okay slow down tiger," you drawl, sneaky suspicion in your tone. "No babies for the first year or two, at least."
Taehyung fakes a loud sigh. "If my fiancee insists. No TaeTae juniors, yet."
"Hey! They'll also be mine, thank you very much!" You pound the bed with your fist. Taehyung laughs wholeheartedly.
"Okay, ours," he replies. "By the way, thank you for tonight. It was really hot, you were really hot."
"Back at you, Captain."
You giggle to yourself, thoughts wanderingâ you're getting married. Who are you telling first? The wedding planner duh!
A/N: uhm idk why but writing this couple gave me different feelings than usual...anyway Lmk your thoughts otherwise thanks for reading lovlies đ
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A/N: Donât know how this college will show up on tumblr, so letâs see. This is an old, old idea that I got one day after I drew all over my arm in eyeliner when I was in class. It was actually really pretty, and thus the idea for this was born. Due to my ADHD itâs hard to focus in class, and because of that I need some sort of stimulation to make my brain think. This was written with an attention disorder in mind for the reader.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader
Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots
Warnings: None, just a small drabble with fluff
Words: 900ish
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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âWe need to move in from this direction instead and then we can carry them out.â Bucky voiced from his place against the wall.Â
I didnât bother to follow the conversation, as this was the fourth time that theyâve been over editing the plan even when the first plan was perfect.Â
I inwardly groaned and leaned my head back, moving my arms and stretching. Enjoying the feel of my back popping. The debate about how we were to get in was still going, and I ended up digging through my jacket pockets. Damn, I had a fidget in here this morningâŚ
Still tuning everyone out, I found an eyeliner pen. Wait, wasnât I looking for that yesterday?
You have got to be kidding me. I was. My habit, or rather, unconscious habit of losing things wasnât fun. I misplaced things often enough to where I kept trackers on several items I used daily. Everyone idolizes having an attention disorder until you realize just how fucking shitty it is.
Seriously, I canât get through the day without misplacing something. Or caffeine. Both.Â
I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears as I pulled the cap off the pen. It was one of the oil-based ones, which meant it was easy to clean off of skin. Laying my hand on the table I started sketching some bones on my fingers, then moved to my hand. Keeping tabs on the conversation, I finished my hand and moved to my arm. Instead of bones I just drew swirls, some small stars, and honestly whatever came to mind. I did the same with my other hand, albeit a bit messier because it wasnât my dominant hand that was doing the drawing.
âWeâre done with this for now. Letâs go over this tomorrow.â Steve said as he clapped his hands together, and shut off the screen. I glanced up only to meet Natashaâs eyes. As soon as she caught my gaze she smiled. I smiled back at her.
Everyone in the tower knew I had an attention disorder, and if just given my fidgets I would be fine. It turns out both of the scientists and I share that in common, and more often than not we were inventing some sort of new fidget toy. Of course, after the lighter-knife-spinner combination, we were a bit limited on our creations. Still, we got along great.
Everyone slowly got up and headed out to wherever they would be going, and I pulled out my phone and earbuds. Donning my jacket and tugging my phone in a pocket, I started my music and headed out, headless of Natasha calling after me.
I got to my floor and immediately shoved my shoes and socks off, along with my jacket and pants. I was bored enough that the thought of doodling over my legs sounded entertaining enough that I discarded my pants as well, kicking them over the back of the couch and flopping down onto it. I grabbed the remote and started from where I left off of (Favorite show) and went back to work. Eventually my feet were covered, and I moved up to my calves, then my knees, and soon enough my entire legs were covered. I drew up my arms as best I could, and fixed my hands.Â
âSo, this was the result?â Natashaâs voice scared the shit out of me, causing a huge streak of eyeliner to mess up my doodles on my arms. I turned towards her, mouth open in shock. She huffed a laugh and went around the couch, sitting down next to me.
She held out her hand. âMay I?â She asked. I handed her the pencil and she gently took my arm, and continued my drawing up my arm and onto my shoulder, before lightly drawing them on my neck, and eventually my cheek.Â
âThese are really pretty...have you considered getting these tattooed?â She asked me as she switched sides and started working on my other arm.Â
âI have, but I also realized that Iâd want them different as soon as I saw them.â I replied.Â
âThat makes sense. You typically donât like things to be permanent, they always need to be changing.âÂ
âYeah, some permanent things. Such as tattoos, furniture, clothes. I change those often. But people however...theyâre always changing.âÂ
âAh, so in relationships you wouldnât be deterred if someone wanted something permanent with you?â She questioned, tracing the pencil up my neck and onto my cheek, leaning closer to me.Â
âNo, I wouldnât. I prefer that type of stability in my life.â I whispered as she leaned closer to me.Â
âDo you want something permanent?âÂ
âI do.â I leaned closer and closed the gap between us.
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ONESHOT
pairing: tomura shigaraki x fem reader
summary: âJust one party,â they said, âItâll be fun.â Fun was what now had you standing in the dark, barely three feet of room between you and Tenko Shimura, the guy you hated most.
or Tenko and reader get roped into playing seven minutes in heaven and have hate sex.
notes: College AU. Just an old ao3 oneshot I wrote that I'm crossposting here.
chapter contains: explicit smut
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You werenât one for playing these types of games â locked in a closet with a boy you didnât know or didnât like, forced to awkwardly swap spit while the real party carried on beyond the closed-door. Seven Minutes in Heaven was an overrated game anyway. Stupid. Childish. Nobody actually played it.Â
Or so you thought. Â
The party was pretty big. Happened at the end of every semester. Some off-campus thing at one student or anotherâs house. Most students at the college knew about it since a few members of the recreation club went advertising at orientation, handing out flyers that listed parties and pub crawls throughout the semester, including this one. Â
Youâd never been before, despite being in your second year. Parties, especially ones that left STDs and ODs in their wake, typically werenât your thing. Sure, you liked to socialise and let loose every now and then, but the recreation club had a reputation, and you didnât need to get mixed up in their shit when you had exams crammed down your throat.Â
And yet, it was the end of semester, exams were done, and your friends had talked you into it for the night. The house was alive with people, drinkings sloshing over red cups and clinking in bottles, music punding through the walls, dark lights washing everything in red. It was nice. Or at least, it had started out that way.
âJust one party,â your friends said, âItâll be fun.â Â
Fun was what now had you standing in the dark, barely three feet of room between you and Tenko Shimura, the guy you hated most. Â
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Tenko had no idea why heâd agreed to come to this stupid party. Â
Spinner, the idiot , had talked him into it. Heâd claimed they needed to get out and meet more people. Â
âNo offence Tenko,â he said on game last night, âbut I figured Iâd have more than one friend by the time I was in second year.â Â
Tenko scoffed. âAs if I care. What, you think youâll find friends at some idiotâs house party?" Â
Silence stretched between them over the headset, punctuated only by shots from enemy players, before Spinner said, âYour girlfriendâs going.â Â
It took him a minute to figure out who he was talking about before Tenko shouted down the mic, âSheâs not my fucking girlfriend!â Â
Spinnerâs laughter followed by friendly fire was how Tenko remembered that conversation ending, but at some point, he guessed heâd agreed to go to the party. It had started with him in a foul mood, hands tucked into the pockets of his black jeans, hoodie up and antisocial despite the clearly loose mood. But slowly, the ordeal improved. Spinner found them some drinks and they mostly ended up talking to some other comp sci majors and a few engineering students about games. He oddly found that he didnât hate making friends, especially when his blood was burning with the kick of alcohol. Â
That was until he wound up in a big circle with a bunch of strangers. He couldâve just left. Got up and gone home. But the drinks made everything a bit blurred and just sitting down as the world spun around him felt too nice. Spinner was still with him, he was sure, saying something about girls, when Tenko noticed you sit down in the circle too. Â
Your friend dragged you down beside her and kept your arm looped through hers. You looked a little too sober â no flush to your cheeks, no messy hair. He hated that about you. Hated your uptight posture, your perfect grades, and too-good-for-him attitude. Â
Heâd met you last year in a shared class â some core unit for all first years. You were paired together for an assignment and at first glance he knew he hated you. You, with your put together outfits and made-up face, always looking at him like his ragged clothes and ugly scars werenât good enough. You, who constantly texted about the assignment, dragging him out of bed so you could complain about his ideas. Â
And Tenko knew you hated him too. Hated the way he spoke to you like you were nothing but a nagging bitch, hated how he could keep up with you when it came to academics. He was sure you hated him for tanking the assignment on purpose, just because he wanted to piss you off. Ever since that first semester, youâd shot him every dirty look, whispered every obscenity when he passed you, even once cutting the line in front of him at the college cafĂŠ, turning back with a self-satisfied smile. Â
He hated you.Â
So, when your narrowed eyes met his across the circle, he sat up a little straighter and shot you the most arrogant, bitter smirk he could muster. This was gonna be good. Â
âOkay!â A blonde girl at the center of the circle clapped her hands together and the talking died down. âThe game is Seven Minutes in Heaven. I spin this bottle twice-â She held up an empty glass beer bottle, giving it a twirl as she placed it beneath her foot. â-and the two people it lands on go into that locked closet to do whatever they want.â Â
The circle erupted into a chorus of noise. Some drunken cheers, other groans. A few people got up and left and a few came to sit down. Â
âKissing?â another girl asked. Â
âOr whatever.â The blonde grinned wickedly. Â
âHurry up and start already,â said a guy with what looked to be burns and piercings. Â
âLike heâs getting any,â Tenko whispered to Spinner. Â
âLike we are,â Spinner said back. His cheeks were a little pink, and he looked like heâd just walked out of a washing machine, queasy and bracing the floor. Â
Tenko barked a laugh. âShit, youâre actually nervous about this dumb game?â Â
âArenât you?â Â
He shrugged. âNot like it matters.â Â
The blonde girl bent over and spun the bottle. Round and round, it went. A dizzy glass pointer, ready to snatch good students and turn them into closet-fucked social pariahs.
It landed on you. Â
Tenkoâs face lit up with genuine happiness. His grin was sharp, malicious. Your face paled, leaving you with a sickly look that he was sure meant you were regretting being sober right about now. It was too good. He couldnât fucking believe it. A girl like you getting fucked in a closet, brought low to the level of those she looked down on.
He was too engrossed in his sick glee to even notice when the bottle spun again and landed squarely on him.Â
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The circle erupted into a circus ooooâs and giggles all around as the guy you hated most was made the glass bottleâs second victim. Tenko didnât even seem to realise until his friend â Spinner, you thought his name was â elbowed him in the ribs. His carmine eyes darted to the center, then, wide as bottomless pools, up to you. You swore his adams apple bobbed. Â
Everything from there moved too quickly. Your friend had to literally drag you from your seat. You werenât sure who, or even if Tenko was dragged. But seconds later you were locked in together. Â
The closet was dark, night-black save the small yellow light seeping in through the bottom crack of the door. As your eyes adjusted, you realised it had been emptied of whatever it used to store and was now three-square feet of carpet and bare walls. Â
You were pressed against the door. Tenko leaned on the wall across from you, almost stiff with his hands shoved into his pockets. He refused to meet your gaze.Â
The still silence pulled taut between you, rife with months of hate and resentment. Â
âWhy are you here?â you eventually asked. Â
Tenko stared at the floor, black hair falling into his face. âWhy the hell do you care?â Â
âBecause I didnât take you for the friendly type.â Â
He raised a brow and took you in â short dress, pushed-up cleavage, exposed clavicle. âHa, I didnât take you for the slutty type.â Â
Your eyes became daggers, onces you wished to poke him with, though you doubted he could see them in this dark. He was so frustrating. Such a fucking asshole. And for no reason. Youâd never done anything to him. Were always nice during your assignment. He was just a sour, bitter man. Â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you breathed, turning around to jiggle the handle. âFuck. Locked in.â Â
âYeah, they said that.âÂ
Deep breaths. You reeled around at him, stepping forward. âThen what do you suggest, hmm? That we just sit here?â Â
âItâs only seven minutes.â Tenko shrugged and you noticed the way his black hoodie barely moved. You swore it used to be baggier.Â
âYeah, but-âÂ
âWhat? Canât keep your hands off me for seven minutes?â His face slipped into a sly grin, the jagged scar stretching over his lips. Â
You wanted to yank his lips off. You wanted to punch him. Â
You gave him a coy smile instead, folding your hands behind your back and leaning against the door again. âMore concerned about how painful your blue balls will be by the time the seven minutes are up.â Â
âYou wish." He sneered at you. That was the look you were used to. "As if Iâd want to fuck you.â Â
âAw, youâre nervous.âÂ
âFuck you!âÂ
âSo, you do wanna fuck me then?â You sighed condescendingly, unable to stop the built-up anger from spewing out. âI always knew it. A pathetic loser like you, thatâs probably why you failed our assignment. Too caught up in virgin-daydreams about a girl actually touching you.â Â
Tenkoâs jaw literally dropped. His fingers bunched into fists in his pockets, and he stared slack at you, pupils shrunk in the red of his iris. Finally, youâd made him speechless. And it felt fucking good.Â
Though not for long. He stepped forward, hands withdrawn from his pockets. There was no where to go but further against the door as he came right up into your face. Those angry red eyes bore into yours, nose an inch away as he stood over you. This close, you could count the lines of scars around his eyes. Your heart was beating out of your chest.Â
âYeah, youâre right,â he finally said and there was a chuckle in his rocksalt-rasp voice that made your stomach drop. âI do want to fuck you. And since you keep talking about it, I'll give it to you.â Â
Tenko pressed his lips to yours in a mockery of a kiss. Â
Your back went flush against the door as his face bullied you against it. His lips cut a rough kiss, sharp with chapping. A broad hand found your sternum, holding you in place and you gasped. That was enough for him to push his tongue in too. It sent an unwelcome thrill up your spine, the wetness, the cloying taste and smell of drinks that clung to the walls of his mouth. Your teeth clinked together as he worked a brutal rhythm, licking into your mouth like he truly never had kissed a girl before, almost trying to swallow you whole. Â
You bit his tongue and a metallic taste quickly flooded everything. Tenko pulled back, dots of slick blood coating his lips. He looked like he might truly kill you. Then, he laughed. Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â You wiped the back of your hand over your mouth, spitting the blood onto the carpet. Â
âMe? You kept saying I wanted to fuck you.â He wiped his sleeve. âJust giving you want you want â to be right.â Â
âYouâre fucking disgusting.â Â
âYeah?â He tipped his head, gaze now alight with something you didnât want to put a name to. âThat why I felt you shiver? You fucking liked it.âÂ
You pressed your lips together in silent fury. Your head was pounding. Your body was pounding. He... he...Â
âOh my god, you fucking did.â He huffed out a laugh. âWho would have thought, this whole time-âÂ
You shut him up with a hard shove to the chest. Tenko grunted as his back it the wall. âShut up! I didnât like it. Youâre a terrible kisser.â Â
He rolled his eyes. âLike you could do better.â Â
âYou donât think I could?âÂ
âI know you couldnât.â Â
For a moment the two of you glared into each other's souls, bodies pulsing with hot anger. Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his hoodie. You smiled softly up at him. âReally?â you whispered as you inched closer. You hovered your soft lips above his. âYou sure about that?â Â
âYeah...â His breathing hitched.
You hummed low in your throat, and caught up in the moment, lost of all reason, pressed your lips to his. This time, the kiss was soft. His lashes fluttered shut, and you caught the low whine that escaped his throat when you worked his mouth open, tongue gently melding with his. Tenkoâs hands tentatively found your hips, which surprised you. Everything about this surprised you, but the more you kissed him, the more you felt like you didnât want to stop. Â
He gripped your hips a little tighter, drawing your body taut against his. Against your thigh, you felt his arousal, and it shocked you enough into drawing back, ready with an sarcastic retort. But Tenko seemed done with fighting. He flipped you around, baring down on you as he buried his face in the juncture of your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Â
You gasped and panted beneath him, Unsure of what to do. Unsure of what you wanted to do. And when he pressed a thigh between your legs, you stopped thinking. âFuck .âÂ
Tenko smirked against your skin. âOh, you like that?â Â
He rolled his thigh again, and this time yours clenched around it on instinct. Â
âStop that...â Â
âWhy? You clearly like it.âÂ
He did it again and again, steadily building a jerky rhythm that brushed your clothed clit each time. You rode against his thigh unconsciously as he laid kisses against the column of your throat. His hands clumsily found your breasts, groping with the eagerness of a man whoâd never been this close to a woman before. He panted against your skin. âFuck, these feel nice. Let me see.â Â
âWhat?â you managed to get out through your haze.
You looked down and wished you hadnât. Tenkoâs pupils were so wide that black engulfed all red. His cheeks were flushed in the dark, scars etched out in pale lines across his sharp-featured face. He looked sinfully good, and his filthy mouth made him even better. Â
âLet me see your pretty tits,â he said, pulling at the hem of your dress. Â
He got it down in one swipe, your breasts spilling out from the fabric. You wished youâd worn a bra. Â
His eyes shot down, followed by his mouth. He pressed the flat of his bloody tongue against a nipple, licking up to your collarbone like a truly desperate un-fucked man. His head bobbed back down and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, fingers latching onto the other hastily. Your head fell back so hard it hit the wall and left your whole body throbbing. Â
âTenko, we shouldnât...â Â
He groaned then, actually groaned with your tit in his mouth and pulled off with a pop, wet saliva hardening the nipple in the cold air. âSay my name again,â he said, both hands kneading your breasts as he kissed you hard. âTell me you feel good. Say it.âÂ
It hit you then, just how lust-clouded he was. How addicted he seemed to you not only liking this but liking that he was doing it. You hated him, and he hated you, and yet right now you wanted nothing more than to give him that satisfaction. Â
âI do like it.â You turned your face away, shame mingling with want. âI like it when you touch me.âÂ
Tenko looked at you like youâd just given him the moon, pressing his face into your shoulder again as he caught his breath and kept on with your breasts. You canted your hips forward, seeking the friction of his hardness pressed against you and he gasped, grinding his cock against you in little ruts.Â
You decided that hating him could wait till tomorrow. Â
âTouch me, Tenko,â you whispered, taking his hand and guiding it between your legs. Â
He let you eagerly, pushing his long, spidery fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear and into the slickness of your folds. Â
âYouâre wet,â he said, sliding his fingers through them, catching on your clit with every torturous stroke. âFuck, youâre actually wet.â Â
He lowered himself to his knees, but you caught his sleeve, pulling him back up. Â
âNo time. Letâs just...â Â
He didnât need to be told twice. He stood up and crowded you against the wall as he scrambled to unbutton his pants. You fingers met his and you helped each down his jeans, the waistband of his boxers, until his cock bobbed free. It was strained with need, long and weeping at the tip as you pumped it gently for him. His shoulders caved and he shuddered at your touch, blushing with each squeeze and stroke of your hand.Â
"You're good at this," he said fucking into your hand and shutting his eyes, lost in the pleasure. "Feels so much better than-"
"Your own hand?" You ran your thumb over the slit and nipped his neck.Â
"Shut up."Â
"Make me."
"Oh, I fucking will." Tenko bared his teeth in a near-feral grin as he pushed your underwear aside. He slid his cock through the wetness of your cunt in a way that had you both sucking in breath. "Gonna break you."Â
You hiked a leg up and around his hip drawing him close. âThen fucking do it." Â
With that, Tenko pushed the head inside. He barreled over, the squeeze and tug you had on him left him looking dazed. He rested his forehead against yours, shaking as you clenched around his sensitive tip. Â
âYouâre so fucking tight... shit...â Through gasps he pushed all the way in. It stung, the stretch of him bullying his way inside, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning. When he bottomed out, he stilled, and you could feel his cock twitching inside you. âFuck you feel so good,â he panted. âSo warm. So perfect.â Â
You tightened your leg around his hip, pressing your heel into the base of his spine. âMove.âÂ
He pulled back slowly, watching the way you gripped him as he slid out. Truly, you'd never seen a man more pussy-drunk than this. The thought that you'd done this to him, a man you hated so much, had lightning-pride shooting through you. Tenko slowly pushed back in, deeper than the first time. He fucked himself into you, each rut of his hips dragging his pubic bone against your clit. Your back dug into the wall he pinned you to, but you didnât even care. He was panting into your mouth, eyes lidded with want. He was yours, in this closet, willing to do whatever you asked.Â
âHave you ever... thought about doing this before?â you asked through his shallow thrusts.Â
Tenko grunted, the sudden smack of his hips giving him away more than his fucked-out smile. âHave you?â Â
You couldnât help your own grin. âI asked first.âÂ
âYes." His tongue met yours in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts grew erratic. He wouldnât last long. He groaned into your mouth. âWanted to bend you over a desk and... hah... fuck the attitude out of you ages ago.â Â
You moaned, clenching tighter around him, and he pressed a hand across your mouth to keep you quiet. "Shh, don't want everyone knowing how bad you like this, do you?"
âFuck you,â you spat, words muffled as he pressed his middle and index fingers into your mouth. You bit down on the fingers, tongue sucking around them as your teeth left indents in his pale skin. Â
Tenko huffed a laugh and his hips stuttered. His hand snaked between you, rubbing messily at your clit. He wasnât precise at all, but the friction was enough. Your tits bounced as he pressed deeper into you, your body growing taut as you approached the edge. "I'm so close. Wanna come inside. You want that?"
You tried to shake you head, but every time he fucked deeper into you, your eyes rolled back and you couldn't protest. This all felt too good. The forbiddeness of fucking someone you hate, the possibility of someone walking in, the soft pap of his balls slapping against your ass as his legs quivered beneath him.Â
âYouâre gonna come,â Tenko said. âShit, I can feel it. Go on. Want to feel you come. Fucking do it.â Â
And you did. He swallowed up your cry with a harsh kiss as your body throbbed with pleasure. The orgasm crashed into you like a fucking train, and Tenko wasnât far behind. Â
âShit... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.â Three deep thrusts and he was spilling himself into you with a whimper. His cum shot out in warm, thick ropes, coating your insides as his face fell into your shoulder.Â
He rested on you, in you, like that for what felt like a while, his release seeping out between you in trails down your thighs. Eventually he pulled out, tucking his soft cock away. You pulled your dress back into place, underwear catching the arousal leaking between your legs. Tenko, to your surprise, turned back to you, wiping the insides of your thighs with the inside of his hoodie sleeve. It was oddly sweet, if a little gross.
But when he pulled away, awkwardness clung to the both of you like a rain-soaked blanket. You both stood in the darkness catching your breaths. You'd crossed a line tonight that could never be uncrossed. You both hated each other. Youâd both fucked each other in a dark closet. What now-Â
âSorry guys!â The door swung open, and you froze up, turning to see the blonde from earlier in the doorway. âShould have let you out ten minutes ago, but the cops turned up, so partyâs over.âÂ
Ten minutes? Had it really been that long? Shit. Â
She left and you and Tenko were left alone. You awkwardly stepped out of the closet, blinking in the light. Your friends were gone, as were most people. It was probably best if you two just went your separate ways and pretended this never happened-
Tenko grabbed your hand and shoved the other in his pocket. âLet's go,â was all he said as he held your hand and led you from the house. "I'm taking you to my dorm tonight."
And though you couldâve argued, pushed him away, gone back to hating him and gone home, you let him.Â
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