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old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time 

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I only recently read both those fics on logan and omg that is so good like the way you nailed all the characters...I just wanna ask tho will you still be completing the third fic? Regardless I luv your writing, it's peak...might just start another save in sandrock again 😭🫶🏻✨

Yes! I'm still working on it! Its in my drafts. Recently alot has been going on in my life so my writing has kinda fallen to the wayside, but I'm slowly coming back!! And yes, make that next save file!

...cause every time I do it all just circles back to Logan aaaaaa-

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Just A Spark pt. 10

-A Mother's Love-

They say the calm before the storm is always the worst.

And whoever 'they' were were right. But in your case, you'd argue its the calm after that usually sucked.

And as you sat there in your living room, graded and ungraded english papers surrounding you on your old couch-you couldn't help but regret picking up the phone.

"You're WHAT!?" Your mother's voice pierced your ears.

Word of the attack apparently spread even to America. Then again, it was U.A.; the school the famous All Might went to. You pinched the bridge of your nose, and sighed.

"My leg was hurt pretty badly. Its alright, though-" You were interrupted by her, of course.

"How is that fine!? You could have died!! My baby, all the way across the ocean-dead! And the only way I would have found out..." She trailed off, a choked sob sound making its way through the phone. It made your heart twist.

"Mom..." You felt your stomach twist. "I'm...I'm okay, though. I'm here."

"I know that! I know, I just-god, my little spark...It scares me. That school has a history. And quite a bit of it is...concerning." You almost could picture her-pacing the hardwood floors, an emergency cigarette in between her fingers. The ones she only broke out on a blue moon, or when shit hit the fan. Or both. "And I know you wanted this, I do. This path you're taking...I just-I just wish it wasn't so far away! I can't do anything but..." You heard her exhale, a shuddering breath. "Your father was all but ready to fly out there!"

"I know." You said, feeling guilt gnaw at your insides. "But I'm okay, I promise. I don't need help."

"You never do. You always say you have it together until the last moment! The last minute!" She suddenly snapped. You flinched. She paused, as if knowing your reaction. "...I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

"No, I get it." You said softly. You leaned your head back on the couch, sighing. "I get it, I do. I...I don't like asking for help." You thought back to the irony of that. Hikari handing you all this hand-me-down furniture. Hisashi helping move it in. Mai with the rice cooker Katsuki had meant to throw away. Izuku and the U.A. staff being nothing but kind, helping you acclimate.

People were helping you, left and right. You didn't even have to ask.

It was as if they knew you wouldn't ask. So...they just did.

"I'll ask for help if I need it." You finally said after a pause. "I promise."

You could hear an inhale, followed by the crackling of ash being sucked in. "...Good." your mother let out on the exhale. You bit back a smile.

"Mom, you know smoking kills."

"Hush it. You drove me to this." She said bluntly in jest. "...They are a bit stale, though. I suppose its been a while since I've had to bust them out, huh?"

"I guess so." You said softly.

There was a beat of silence. Then, the dreaded question.

"So, how did you make it out?"

You rolled your eyes, quelling a sigh. "Oh, just...a random hero. Can't remember his name."

You heard a huff.

"You're still bad at lying, it seems." She chuckled. You groaned.

"God, its not a big deal!" You adjusted your position on the couch, the faint noise of the TV playing softly. Some K-Drama you flicked on played, a dramatic conclusion of some sort happening on the screen.

"I'd say it is! I'd like to know the person who rescued my little spark!"

You frowned.

"Ugh. Just...a guy."

"A guy?"

"A guy." You said, voice terse.

"Right," your mother says, a little too casually; "...a guy."

Theres a pregnant pause, and then; "so this guy wouldn't happen to be your sou-"

"I'M HANGING UP NOW!" You pressed the red button on your screen, and huffed. Bless your mother, but she really knew how to wheedle into your buisness!

You sat back in your couch, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Annoying, rude, arrogant, hot-headed, hot, strong, brave-

You groaned, heels of your palms pressing into your eye sockets. You hated this.

Absolutely, positively hated it. So he saved you. Big deal. Hes a hero, for christ's sake! Its his job! Besides, if he didn't, his ass would be in danger, too!

Curse the stupid soul mate crap. How evolution came up with such an asinine thing was beyond you. Put it right up there with quirks.

You looked at the papers around you, picking one up.

No, this is what you lived for. Teaching. Being a beacon of knowledge to the youth of each new generation.

You frowned.

But first, another round of coffee...

That goddamn gajin.

His leg throbbed slightly as he rubbed it.

Right where you had your injury.

How could you forget to take that stupid pain medication!? He only knew because right as he was about to take down a robber, his leg started to ache.

Didn't you know he had a job to do?! A way more important, cooler and amazing job than yours, by the way. He was saving the masses, while you were teaching adjectives or some shit.

Learning the difference between a similie and a metaphor wouldn't save you from a burning building, now would it? As he sat on the curb of the sidewalk watching the police apprehend the criminal, he couldn't help but kneed his knuckles into the ache. "Goddammit, stupid gajin..." He grunted. "Can't even take care of hersel-"

"Bakugo." Todoroki came up to him, his voice monotone. "The police need your statement. I just gave mine."

Katsuki's face twisted into annoyance. "Yeah, I get that. Gimmie a second, Icy-hot. Jeez..." He muttered, squeezing his thigh. The pain came in waves, and weren't abating. Todoroki cocked his head.

"Are you in pain? I didn't see you get hurt."

Katsuki huffed. "None of your damn buisness." He grumbled. Todoroki sighed.

"Bakugo, it is my buisness if a friend gets hurt."

"We ain't friends."

"You've been saying that since high school. But I think we are by now." Todoroki pointed out. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." He ran a hand through his hair. "Just strained a muscle."

"Is it because of (L/N)?"

Katsuki's head shot up. "The fuck? How do you-!?"

"Midoriya told me." Todoroki shrugged. "She sounds nice. I'm happy for you."

"Well shove it! Ain't no one even supposed to know that shit!" Katsuki growled, his fingers flexing into the meat of his thigh. "When I get my hands on that nerd, I swear I'll break his suit and make him drop down the rankings-"

"That would only hurt your standing." Todoroki said. Katsuki gave him a glare.

"Not a word about that stupid idiot foreigner again, you hear me? And if you tell a soul-"

"I think most of our old friends know."

Katsuki nearly choked the number 2 hero. "They what?"

Todoroki gave a rare chuckle. "Word travels fast. Kaminari was with me when Midoriya told me. We were on a mission-"

"Jesus! It was stupid Izuku and the dunceface!?" He cried out. His hands dug into his scalp as he yelled profanities into the sky. "I'm gonna KILL THEM BOTH!!"

Todoroki wouldn't lie. This was entertaining as hell.

Who would've thought the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, literal walking TNT would ever find his soulmate?

Honestly, it was almost as good as finding a unique new soba flavor.

Todoroki watched his long time friend hurling out curse after curse, now up and pacing the sidewalk. Usually, Katsuki was good at thinking quickly.

But this was no hero mission.

This was a matter of the heart.

Something Katsuki had zero expertise in, and well...he wasn't really expected to.

Todoroki held back a smile. He'd have to thank Midoriya for the information later. He may not have looked like it, but he loved a good bit of gossip.

Especially when it came to the newfound love life of this explosive blonde. He heard a throat clear and turned, seeing a police officer with a notepad out.

Oh. Right, the robbery. "Bakugo-"

"WHAT!?" Katsuki turned mid rant, and saw the two. He grit his teeth. "...Shit." He huffed, going up to the slightly scared police officer. Katsuki shoved his hands in his pocket, and gave the man a glower. "Whadda need to know?" He grunted.

"R-Right, uh..." The cop was definitely a rookie. Todoroki couldn't help but feel bad, watching the young man stumble over his words. Katsuki's blunt and terse responses weren't exactly making it easier, either.

Well, whoever (L/N) was...He definitely couldn't wait to meet her.

Hopefully soon.

As Todoroki looked up at the city sky, he smiled.

Things were about to get way more interesting...

-How Amusing...-

((Hey all. I'm dipping my toes back into writing again! After a long break and such, I'm hoping I can offer regular updates again! Thank you for being patient with me, I haven't given up on any of my series! Things have been hectic as of late, so please bear with me!))

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hey im still here

I drew something. Yey.

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Are you still doing the katsuki baby series?

Yes! Things in my life have been quite hectic as of late, but I'm chipping away at it.

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REEEEEEEEEE MARCH IM COMIN FOR YOUUUU

Fields of Mistria's 3rd Major Update arrives July 21st! ❤️

Romance is arriving with 8 heart events, dating, and even more new features! To see everything that's coming, check out our roadmap here!

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this isn’t really a question but more of a compliment lol

i really just wanted to say how proud i am of you to write your “pro hero pro mama” story. especially with how you choose to write from your own experiences so we can see the beauty and hard times with childbirth since there isn’t a lot of representation. even though i am no where close to having a baby it does give me a slight sense of comfort in the “unknown” of childbirth. can’t wait to see future chapters of this series!! in the meantime i will be stalking your other works lol 🫶🫶

Omg.

When I tell you this made my day, it really made my day. I've been having a really bad slump the past few weeks, and seeing this...well, it made me feel seen, if that makes sense. I've been so stuck with writing lately, and I've been in a bit of a rut. I'll scream it from the rooftops till I loose my voice; motherhood is HARD. It takes so much, and gives so little. But the little it gives is so worth it. My little one is starting to walk now, and its such a new part of life with all new stress. It means the world to me that my silly story with my comfort character can bring some kind of light to a real experience many people have. This was my own little way of navigating that first year of being a new mom-and continues to be so. And if you ever decide to have children-just know theres many of us out here, cheering you on.

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working on it

Having the nastiest brain fart with this chapter-of course it has to be this one lol. But its coming, along with the others!

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Making a feel good oneshot of Kirishima X Reader because I need to feel loved like that lol

I mean look at him.

Then probably some smut if I feel like it lol

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Oiran of Musutafu Pt. 1

((TW: gore, talk of woman's bodily functions, abuse, talk of potential abuse.))

"Welcome to the world of beauty and love, little rat. Its disgusting, isn't it?"

The next morning was a blur.

You were awoken by Mina, her chubby hands shaking you.

"C'mon." She said softly, "time to get up."

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you sat up. She began to shuffle through a chest of drawers, and you looked over to see Tsuyu and Ochaco, dead to the world. "Do we wake them up, too?" You asked softly, tucking your dolly into your futon. Mina shook her head.

"Not yet." She said softly. "Help me with my kimono. I hate the dresser. He smells like opium and likes to grope."

You weren't sure what that meant, but you helped her anyway. You were used to helping your mother dress, but this was a bit more complicated. It soon became apparent you were struggling. Mina sighed.

"Don't worry, I shouldn't have expected you to know." She shooed you away. Just as you were about to ask what to do, you heard a moan.

You both looked, seeing Tsuyu slowly get up. She was clutching her stomach.

"Whats wrong, Tsu?" Mina shuffled over to her, her tabi socks making her steps soft. Tsuyu shook her head.

"My tummy feels weird." She lifted up her futon, her eyes wide.

"What?" Mina peeked into the futon. Then her eyes bugged. "Oh..." she said softly, reverently.

You came over. "What happened?" You peeked, too. Her white cotton sleeping yukata had a bright red stain at the crotch. You gasped. "You're bleeding!"

Mina looked at Tsuyu. "We need to tell madam."

Tsuyu whimpered. "I'm not ready yet. Please, don't tell her." Mina frowned.

"But you're a woman now." She whispered. You were confused.

"Shouldn't we tell madam? You must be very sick if you're bleeding." You said. The two look at you, confused.

"Shes not sick," Ochaco spoke up, her voice thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes. "She has her lunar cycle now." She looked up. "That means she can train with the other girls. And be an apprentice. Help entertain the men." She explained, crawling over to Tsuyu, who looked at her lap. She grabbed Tsuyu's hand. "Don't worry, its a good thing, remember?"

She sniffled. "I wanna stay here. With you all." Fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

You weren't sure what to say. You had just met her, and now she was going to leave? "You can't stay here?"

She shook her head. "I'd have to be with the other courtesan apprentices. I'll become a hikkomi. Because I'm a woman now." She rubbed her stomach. "Give me a few minutes. I need to gather myself." The froggish girl looked scared, hands quivering.

You hoped you never got whatever a...lunar cycle was. You scooted closer to her. "Whats a hikkomi?"

"A courtesan-in-training. She won't have to be a little maid for the courtesans anymore. And she'll get a new name." Ochaco said brightly, digging through a chest of drawers. "And she'll get to grow out her hair, too. And wear makeup!" She began to dress herself. "Me and Tsuyu were nicknamed 'rice' and 'bowl' by Takeyama-er, Peony. She was the courtesan we serve. Or...served, in Tsuyu's case." She frowned. "I'm 'bowl', because of my round cheeks, apparently." She grumbled.

Mina turned to them. "At least you weren't nicknamed 'bug'!" She huffed, and looked over to you. "My courtesan, Ryukyu; her courtesan name is Dahlia-she said because my eyes are so weird, she decided to call me bug!" Mina pointed to her unique looking eyes.

"I think they're neat." You said softly. She gave you a sweet smile.

"Thanks."

You thought a moment. "None of these courtesans sound very nice." You said softly, your frown deepening.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mina slipped on her small kimono. "...But we all got kinda lucky with our courtesans." Mina shrugged.

"Yeah. We could've ended up as Midnight's little maid." Tsuyu said, her voice still raspy from sleep. Everyone but you shuddered. There was that name again.

"The madam's daughter?"

"Mmhm. Because shes Taiyu. The top earning Oiran of Musutafu." Ochaco said. "Shes beautiful, manipulative, sensual...she knows how to play the game."

"Game?" You cocked you head. She nodded.

"The game of the heart."

Tsuyu was no longer Tsuyu. Madam had given her the name Lotus.

She cried, hugging the three of you as you all helped her move her meager belongings into the older girls room. Jiro, Momo, Nejire and Hagakure helped her pick out a futon.

It was strange to you. Tsuyu-or rather, Lotus still looked the same. But they said she was a woman now.

Did bleeding through your clothes make you a woman?

You needed to know.

As you scrubbed the halls, (the duty madam had given you for the day, the lowest girl on the totem pole so to speak;) you saw madam walking past with her cane and pipe. "Madam?" You asked softly. She looked down at you as you sat on the back of your heels, scrub brush clenched in your hand. "Whats a lunar cycle? And why does it make you a woman?"

The old crone looked at you. "...what, your mother never told you?" When you just stared at her, she sighed deeply. "I see." She thought a moment. "A lunar cycle is...when your body prepares for a baby." She hums in thought, trying to simplify it. "A woman's body has a womb, yes? The container to grow a baby. Well, that fills with blood, and if the woman doesn't get pregnant by a man's seed, the blood leaves the womb and out the woman's hole. It takes a few days to leave completely, and then a month later it starts all over again." She strokes her chin. "When your body does this, that means you have begun to mature into a woman, as only women can bear children. Do you understand?"

You somewhat did.

Partially. You nodded. "So Ts-...Lotus is becoming a woman now?"

"Yes. She's now on the path to becoming an Oiran." She nodded, and then without saying more, began to walk away. "And so will you, hopefully." She murmured to herself, but you caught it.

You looked down at the wet wood of the walkway. You frowned, the scent of tobacco lingering.

It sounded scary. Don't things die when they bleed too much?

And a man's seed? They have seeds? Where to they keep them, and how does it get inside the woman's tummy?

So many new questions arose that you didn't even notice the woman walking towards you, Aizawa at her side. You were looking down when the water from your scrub brush flicked onto her shiny lacquered geta. You gasped and looked up.

She was beautiful.

Her hair was up in an elaborate style, hair ornaments tucked into the black silk strands. Her lips were ruby red, and piercing turquoise eyes stared down at you. She had flawless porcelain skin, with a little dainty beauty mark under her left eye. "Aizawa," her voice was rich and sultry, "what is this thing?" She pointed to you with a folded up fan, her fingernails stained red. Even her hands screamed elegance, long and slender. He sighed.

"That, Midnight-is the new Kamuro." He looked down at you. "Apologize." He simply said. You bowed slightly.

"M'sorr-"

"Does it not know manners?" She said, sounding bored. She looked back at Aizawa. "Tell it the proper way." She said. He rolled his eyes. He kneeled down to your level.

"Head down. To the floor."

"Huh?" Before you could think, his large hand forced your head down onto the wood, forehead pressing into it. You winced and cried out, your hands bracing against the floor.

"Now, say, 'I'm sorry, Mistress Midnight. I will be more careful in the future." He sounded bored.

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress Midnight. I'll be...more careful in the future!" Your voice trembled.

She was quiet. "Hn. Very well. Mother will hear about this, in case you ruined my geta." She looked at Aizawa, and he let go of you. You slowly looked up again, and she looked at you as if you were dust on the ground. "...well, move it." She said. You scrambled out of her way.

As she walked away, she turned to Aizawa. "Really. Mother will pick any debris off the ground nowadays, won't she?"

Aizawa just shrugged. Midnight laughed.

And you shuddered.

Madam had a man named Shigaraki strike your bottom out in the courtyard for all to see. She had him use a thin bamboo reed. By the time he was done, your bare bottom stung, red and hot. No one seemed to want to help you up, either because you were lowly, or didn't want the same happening to them.

Madam said any damages to Midnight's geta would be added to your debt.

As was the recurring theme, you didn't understand.

It was an accident.

Your mother said accidents happened, and as long as you didnt mean to do something and said sorry, it was okay.

They were just shiny sandals.

Surely they were fine.

But then you remembered the woman's name.

Midnight. Mistress Midnight.

So, that was her then.

The Taiyu. The highest earning Oiran of Musutafu.

Or the one every girl seemed to want to avoid.

You felt a rough hand yank your arm back, making you get up with a cry.

"Go wash up." It was Aizawa. "You pissed yourself. Again." You burned with embarrassment.

Why was this happening??

That night, you skipped dinner. You couldn't sit on your bottom, too sore to try to. No one bothered to tell you to eat, not wanting to get in trouble for being sympathetic.

You laid on your stomach as you settled into your futon that night. Clutching your doll, you turned your head to the closed paper lined doors.

You hoped Mama would visit soon.

She would definitely, most definitely want to take you away after hearing about this.

White rice wasn't worth being beaten by a scary looking man in front of all the teahouse residents and staff.

The days passed. You learned more and more each day about this secret, flowery world.

You still were assigned the more disgusting and laborious tasks, like cleaning out the baths and taking care of bodily waste left in the latrine.

Sometimes madam even made you rub her feet, rough and wrinkled with age. You would have to smear a foul, sharp smelling poultice in between the toes- "prevents sores." She had said once. It left your fingers smelling for days.

They fed you well enough, but you could tell there was a clear pecking order. The best of the best went to madam, then the courtesans, the male help, then the apprentices, the little maids, and then...you.

Each night, you would send a prayer to the Buddha himself that your mother would come soon.

You could only hope he answered your prayers.

It was the beginning of summer. The heat was oppressive and humid, but like your mother had promised, you stayed relatively cool.

Somewhat.

Blocks of ice were delivered, and set into the courtesan's rooms along with Madam's room.

The others fanned themselves, or kept on light yukata when given the chance.

It was on a blistering sunny day that your mindset had changed.

You had passed a room with a few courtesans relaxing. Or rather, arguing. You saw the top three earners, along with two other courtesans. The two looked to be arguing-one more animated than the other.

"You sneaky little bitch!" Himiko Toga (Tigerlily) slapped Rumi Usagiyama (Sakura) across the face. Tigerlily was the lowest earning courtesan currently, followed by Sakura. You hid behind the sliding paper doors.

"You dare to touch whats mine!?" The crazed blonde cried. "I love him! He favors me!"

Sakura merely smirked as Tigerlily continued to rave. "You act like you're above me." She said, chuckling darkly. "Hes just a man, you know." She tossed her long white hair aside, out of its usual hairstyle.

"But he said he loves me!" Tigerlily looked around and stood up straight, backing away from her. "And I'll prove that love to the world, to him!" She reached into her obi, a kitchen knife in hand. A few girls backed up, besides Midnight- but she didn't go after anyone.

No, she knelt down, laying her hand down on the tatami and curled it into a fist. She turned her hand face up, sticking out her pinky, and let the knife hover over it. She trembled, her hand shaking. She turned around, her face screaming desperation. "I-I need someone to make the cut!"

The girls murmured. Midnight looked rather bored, if you were correct. She simply waved her black fan, resting on a cushion as Dahlia whispered into her ear.

It was the tip of your geta that gave you away, peaking out of the doorway. Midnight grinned. "Why not have that little rat do it?" She suddenly said, pointing to the doorway. All eyes landed on your foot. You tried to shuffle away, but Midnight was faster. She got up gracefully, and made three long strides to the door, sliding it all the way open. You squeaked as she had found you.

"I-I'm sorry Mistress Midnight-"

"Enjoying spying on us, are you?" She looked mirthful, as if catching a kitten in cream. "Come then, why not be useful," she grabbed your upper arm and you stumbled forward, her nails sharply digging into your flesh. "...and help a young woman in love?" She threw you at Tigerlily's feet.

The blonde looked to you, still wild eyed. You sat up slowly, and swallowed. "I-is there something I can do for you, Mistress Tigerlily?"

She handed you the knife, practically shoving towards you. "Cut this finger off, here. At the knuckle." She said, her voice wavering but determined. Your hands shook.

What??

"I-I couldn't-"

"You won't get in trouble, I promise! I swear it on my ancestors graves! Just do it!" She hissed, grabbing your wrist. You gasped, stumbling forward a little, making you sit closer to the crazed girl. "Make me bleed!!"

You looked around, eyes landing on Midnight. She grinned. "You won't get into trouble. You're doing as you're told, aren't you?" She smirked behind her fan. "Do as the sweet girl asks, won't you, little rat?"

You looked back at Tigerlily, and raised the knife aloft.

You put your whole weight into it, palm pressing on the opposite side of the blade. Like chopping an onion. You felt the knife slide through flesh and bone with a sickening crunch. Once you hit the tatami on the other side, you dropped the knife. Tigerlily only flinched, the other girls gasped or winced.

Midnight still had that amused stare.

You backed up, watching the blood pour from the stump that was once her pinky. She grabbed part of her kimono, pressing it against the wound. You heard a few of them retch as she picked up the pinky. "Get someone to send this to him!" She cried out, and laughed a little.

As the girls cried out in horror, Midnight walked up to your trembling form. She kneeled down, and grinned.

"Welcome to the world of beauty and love, little rat. Its disgusting, isn't it?" She grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at the scene. Her nails dug into your cheeks. Tatami stained with blood, a wild eyed Oiran bleeding like a stuck pig. "Revel in it. Its raw truth is unmatched, isn't it?" Her eyes were brighter than any sapphire-glimmering with pure entertainment.

You roughly yanked away from her and ran out the room, tripping over the pail of dirty cleaning water with a splash. You stumbled, and couldn't make it in time for the bile to rise in your throat.

Half digested rice, fish and miso splattered over the polished walkway, a disgusting menagerie of smells hit your nose. The blood, the dirty water, the vomit, and your nervous sweat made you vomit harder. The smells of the incense burning around the teahouse did nothing to alleviate your disgust.

Never. Never ever would you do it.

You wouldn't be like them.

No, mother would come back for you. Surely, she would.

You slowly stood up, and heard a small gasp.

Mina was at the end of the hall, a tea tray in hand. Her eyes were wide. "...Are you sick?" She asked quietly, tabi socks padding over. You sniffled.

"I dunno." You whimpered. Your hands still could feel the knife handle. "I want my mother." You wiped your nose, snot leaking.

She frowned. "...I used to feel like that, too." She said quietly. "It gets better with time. That feeling."

You looked over at her. "What do you mean?"

She bit her lip and looked down. "...I mean, you know-missing your mother."

"I don't. She said she would come visit me." You said suddenly.

Mina continue to look at the tea tray in her hands. "Mine said that, too." She whispered. "But...they won't."

You shook your head. "No, she will."

Mina looked up at you sadly. "...Okay, (y/n). If you say so."

You frowned.

She would.

She had to.

And this place would feel like a bad memory. Gone forever.

The taste of your vomit in your mouth made what she said even more poignant.

And the little voice in your head sounded a little louder with it...

Maybe mama got rid of you.

"I think its time you had an Oiran to serve." Madam Chiyo tapped her pipe, ashing it in a shallow porcelain dish. "You've been here for almost two seasons now."

You sat in front of her on your knees, knuckles white with tension. You had started to understand how the woman worked. She wouldn't let you say no, even if it was posed as a suggestion.

You knew what that meant.

She was planning on working you up the ladder. You held in your fears, only stiffly nodding.

So be it.

"Yes, Madam."

((The finger cutting scene is heavily inspired by a scene in the manga SAKURAN. I highly suggest reading it, as it kind of inspired this series.))

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The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyone’s good side preferably even their favorite.

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Just A Spark pt. 9

-A Heavy Thing-

It all happened in a blur.

You were loaded up onto the back of the paramedic van, a flurry of activity around you. They concentrated on your leg, mostly. Apparently, the slab narrowly missed the superficial femoral artery in your leg by a hair-but would leave some nerve damage. And of course, it broke your leg-because fate liked to fuck with you.

Fabulous.

And here you thought being a Pro Hero was the most dangerous job ever.

So. There you were. Only a month into teaching, and you were sitting on a hospital gurney. The smells of antiseptic and bleach burned your nose and the constant beeping of machines made you want to claw your ears off.

Doctor's offices always made your skin crawl, constantly being brought to quirk specialists as a child made you hate them.

Hospitals were like giant doctor's offices...magnified.

But there you were. Your arms were folded across your chest as you chewed the inside of your cheek. Your leg ached, having been put into a heavy cast. You got more and more annoyed with what it would all mean.

A few months in a bulky as hell cast, rehab, constant management of the wound itself...you took a breath in, then out through your nose.

Well, not so much the initial wound.

A paramedic with a healing quirk took care of the superficial part-you remembered watching them knit the skin, veins and muscle back together like magic, their hands glowed gold.

"I was specifically ordered to make sure it didn't scar..." they had said. You were confused by that, but they didn't say more. They told you to just make sure it didnt reopen.

Fair enough.

You picked at the edge of the cast, a small sigh escaping your lips. You heard a light knock on the door. "Come in." You called.

Izuku stumbled in, still in his hero attire. And of course, his arm seemed to be pulling in...

A disgruntled Katsuki.

You withheld a groan. Poor Izuku probably thought you'd want to see your 'savior'.

"(L/n) sensei! I'm so glad your'e okay!" His boyish grin made you smile a little. He let go of Katsuki, who stumbled slightly, but righted himself quickly.

"Tch. And why'm I here?" The blonde grumbled.

"C'mon, Kacchan. You know why..." Izuku grinned, poking him in the bicep. "You were wor-"

"Shut it!" He hissed out. You gave a small chuckle. "You too, gajin!" He shot back at you. Izuku looked back at you, chuckling lightly at his rivals behavior. You smiled a little.

"So, you're gonna be in a cast for a bit, huh?" Izuku said, frowning. "I'm sorry, this usually doesn't happen and I shoud've rescued y-"

"Its okay, really." You gave him a smile to reassure him. "It'll heal quick, the doctors said its an easy fix." Your eyes flicked over to Katsuki.

You noticed he looked a little less tense when you said that. You then added, "they also gave me pain meds. So...the pain won't bother me...or you." You looked pointedly at him now.

Izuku looked at him as well. "Ah, right. The soulmate bond."

Katsuki huffed. "Sure. Whatever." His eyes looked towards the floor.

There was a moment of silence.

Izuku suddenly looked like he had a thought. "Oh, (L/n)! You won't believe what Katsuki did to get to U.A.-"

"Izuku, I swear-" Katsuki looked perturbed, as Izuku continued.

"He had one of his newest sidekicks-she has this amazing portal ability, he had her teleport him and a few of our friends from Chiba-"

"Chiba? Isn't that like...a few hours away?" You looked at Katsuki. He blushed.

"Look, I didn't do it for you-U.A. was in danger and-"

"And you then asked where she was! And when we told you the building still hadn't been completely evacuated-" Izuku was shut up by Katsuki's hand, a small explosion going off as he slapped it over his rival's mouth.

"Shut. Up." He said lowly, eyes narrowing at him. Izuku coughed under his hand, a small puff of smoke leaked from the cracks of Katsuki's fingers.

"Mmphmnmhm!" Izuku's muffled voice made you chuckle.

Katsuki sharply turned his head to you. "And you," he growled. "You better take real good care of yourself. I ain't dealing with your pains." He shoved Izuku away, and stormed off, slamming the door behind him.

A weighty pause followed.

Izuku rubbed his jaw, soot covering it. "Kacchan...he cares, y'know?" He looked over at your unimpressed face. "He does!"

"That doesn't concern me either way." You said softly, looking down.

Denial, denial, denial.

He gave you a small sympathetic smile. "Right...of course. Uhm..." he rubbed the back of his head, other hand on his hip. He remembered what you had told him.

You were never going to be interested in your soul mate.

Ever.

No matter what.

Izuku cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkward tension.

"Did you need help getting home? I think your bicycle is still at the school, and..." he looked pointedly at your leg. "I can help, if you want?"

You sighed softly. "Yeah..." you said quietly. "That'd be great, Midoriya sensei. Thank you." You rubbed your arm, looking at the cast on your leg.

"Alright. When you're given the all clear, we'll head out."

You nodded, smiling.

But in the back of your mind, the ride in Dynamight's arms as he rescued you played in your head. His strong arm locked around you. That grin he had as he soared through the sky.

The smell of burning nitroglycerin, sweet and cloying.

Shit.

You didn't know who, or how-but your bike was neatly parked by the door of your apartment. Even Izuku looked a little shocked. "Oh..." he was behind you, holding your things from the hospital, you in crutches. "Thats...huh."

"Yeah," you couldn't help but think of a certain explosive pro hero, "...strange."

It didn't take too long for you to settle back in. Izuku was kind enough to help you, and even called his grandmother to let her know of the situation.

Well, at least yours. The news already highlighted the attack.

Apparently, it was four older teens-rejected by U.A. previous years ago. They felt scorned for not passing, apparently.

It still didn't add up, though. How could four young adult men have the ability to bypass such tight security?

You didn't buy it for a second.

But, alas.

You were just a teacher.

Quirkless, no less.

You sighed.

Maybe you were in over your head? As you sat there on your couch, leg propped up-you couldn't help but think of a certain pro hero.

He was a smart guy. There was no way he didn't feel the same about the situation.

You huffed.

"No, we are not thinking about this." You muttered to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

You looked over at your leather suitcase at your side. The school had been temporarily closed for a few days. It gave you ample amounts of time to grade papers.

A welcomed distraction.

You reached over, dragging the suitcase to your lap, unlatching the clip.

A faint whiff of sweetness hit your nose.

He touched this bag.

Your stomach flipped. Your hands jerked away from it, tipping it over by accident. Papers and pens scattered, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Fuck.

This wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Get a grip. Its just a weird smell." You breathed, body trembling.

Fuckfuckfuck.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

-Yet here we are...-

((Sorry this one was so short! My brain was not cooperating with this one. Next one will be better!))

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Surprising absolutely no one The Ghoul also has a chokehold on me. This is a pretty old piece now but I vow to draw him more.

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You ever get that...intense feeling someone doesn't like you? And they just kinda...tolerate you for their own benefit? Like, either all the signs are there or its a coincidence but yeah. And when you think you know why its just like...fuck.

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How to Break Your Nerd

((MDNI: SMUT))

((Alt. Universe))

There was something about him.

Everyone told you you were fucking nuts.

"No fucking way, he's like…weird."

"Hes always so pissy!"

"Ugh, babe, no. Hard pass."

But here you were; in his college dorm. Making that same pissy, weird-ass nerd break into a moaning, sweaty mess.

If only they could see him now.

"Fuck, fuck-slow down!" He moaned, trying to grab your hips for control. "G'nna…make me cum-"

You slapped his hands away. "Good." You smirked, bouncing on his cock.

He had a pretty damn impressive cock-you weren't suprised, though. All thick and veiny, just for you. For looking like a stereotypical geek (can you say, thick black framed glasses??), He was suprisingly jacked.

But for all that muscle, he was a weak man underneath you. You felt your slick make a lovely little foamy ring around the base of him, collecting in his sparse blonde pubes. "Look, Kats-making me cream all over you." You panted, "such a good boy."

"Shut…up!" He grunted through his teeth, reaching for your hips again.

And again, you slapped them away-and lead them to your ass. "Here, if you wanna grab…" Immediately, his cock twitched. He let out a whine, threw his head back and suddenly-

Oops.

You felt his cock throb in your tight hole, oozing out along with your slick. You grinned.

"Y'did it again, Katsuki~." You drawled, leaning in. You nibbled at his collarbone, his salty sweat coating your tongue. He moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. You giggled.

"I fuckin' hate you." He muttered, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

But before he could catch his breath, you began to thrust against him. He hissed. "Fuck, get off! M'sensitive!" His hands flew to your hips, and you felt his softening cock begin to slip out.

Oh, hell no.

You immediately pulled his hands off you, pinning them to his sides. "Shut up. I'm not done yet."

His eyes grew wide. "The fuck're you-"

He was cut off by a gasp, feeling your hole clench like a vice around his soft member. You gushed his spend and your own essence, you grinning ferally.

"Bet I can make it hard again." You said, licking your lips.

He shook his head violently. "Abso-fuckin'-loutely not!" He said. You pouted.

"Aw, c'mon. Promise I'll be gentle!" You whined and gave another light clench. He hissed, body trembling.

"Yer gonna fuckin'….break it-"

You sighed, letting go of his wrists.

"Katsuki." You grabbed his jaw, making him look at you, "don't I always make you feel good?"

His eyes narrowed, barely nodding. You smirked and pressed your fingers into his cheeks, holding his jaw firmly. "Now, open."

He looked at you quizically, but did so. You frowned.

"Wider."

"Ah?" He looked annoyed.

Good.

Your lips twitched, gathering spit in the front of your teeth. Your lips pursed and then-

"Phpt."

You spit in his mouth, making him jolt.

"Ah 'ell!?" He didn't close his mouth, looking at you like you just pissed in it. You then closed his jaw shut.

"Swallow." You commanded softly.

And when he saw those eyes of yours, that expression?

He did. Audibly.

And his cock suddenly wasn't so soft anymore.

You let go of his jaw, immediately raising your hips, his cock now visible and dripping. Strings of his semen and your slick connected his aching member to your hole. "Look, see? Nice and hard for me." You smiled, and before he could even protest, you slammed your hips down. He cried out as you moaned.

"Fuckin' bitch!" He groaned, finally grabbing your hips. "G-gonna….kill me!" Despite his protests, he was following the rapid rhythm you set.

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin along with both your voices filled the air. The scent of sex was heavy, a humid blanket of his musk and your own. You leaned down, biting on his jugular lightly. You could feel his pulse thrumming through your teeth, in time to the throbbing cock inside you. He whimpered, making your pelvis buck as he rutted into your tight hole.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. You keened. "Oh, such a good boy!!" You practically screamed. Immediately, you felt that familiar heat building up in your tummy-that hot gooey want releasing itself into a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. Your hole pulsed around his member, milking him as you squirted violently. It dripped down to his navel, making his toned stomach shine with your fluids.

He didn't stop, moaning and whining as you laid over him. Too cock drunk to care, you felt him withdraw. You whined, but then felt him re-enter with renewed vigor.

"Shit, shit, shit yer such a fuckin' bitch-"

You gasped, moaning lowly as you arched into him, your ass bouncing against his pelvis. You could feel his balls slapping against your sensitive areas, making your oversensitive hole flutter around his cock. Your head arched back. "C'mon, you fucking nerd! Make me cum again!"

"M'not. A fuckin. Ne-" before he could finish that sentence, his cockhead burst with hot seed once again. Globs of his spend oozed out the seam of your entrance, dripping onto the bed below. He dropped his head to your shoulder, hands and his hips trembling.

You both panted, your hands fisting the All Might blanket on his bed. He collapsed on top of you, making you grunt. Your sweat slicked bodies stilled for a moment, the only movement being your breaths.

After a few moments, you slid out from underneath him. He moaned, flipping over. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, and you laid at his side. You traced small circles on his chest.

"See? Told you I'd be gentle." You said, voice hoarse. He clicked his tongue.

"Fuck off." He grunted, reaching for his glasses near the nightstand.

Only to find them not there. "Oi, the fu-"

Crunch

His eyes went wide, as did yours. He immediately got up, and saw his glasses where his back once laid.

The frames were bent, and the lenses were cracked. You frowned as he looked at the mess that was once his glasses.

"....Well shit." You murmured. "Guess you gotta get new ones, yeah?"

He blinked and then groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I fucking hate you." He muttered.

"Nah, you're just mad your nerd-ass glasses are broken."

"I'm not a NERD!"

You giggled. "Sure, Kats. Sure."

Regardless, this semester taught you something valuable.

Nerds could fuck.

And you took advantage of that, every single chance you got.

"You're paying for my glasses, by the way." He mentioned. "They're a limited edition remake of All Might's silver age disguise glasses. Be prepared to shell out a pretty penny." He smirked.

"Ah fuck." You muttered, flopping onto your stomach.

Nerds also could be vindictive.

At least his cock was worth it.

...And maybe him.

((Inspired by this lil' diddy))