#i just. are we seeing the same thing????? we all agree that momo is fucking ugly????

[ash-and-starlight]

netflix u Have to be joking

#id in alt text #my vibes rn [picture of a mummified taxonomy rat that has been done by someone who never saw a rat in their life) #this is supposed to be. positive??????? #i just. are we seeing the same thing????? we all agree that momo is fucking ugly???? #anyway let’s pray this is the last time i speak abt the live action im going back to pretending i don’t see it #send post

[lezbianchae]

When I say it’s okay.

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Momo G!P x (fem reader)

Momo (reader as Nayeons Little sister) sneak fucking you at a sleep over.

Warnings: G!P, breeding k!nk, Exhibitionism

1.4K words

Momo had always had the hots for you. It was really hard to hide your relationship with momo in front of the other members, especially your big sister Nayeon. Nayeon would be extremely protective over you, I mean you were technically her baby, she’d hurt anyone who’d want to hurt you. She never found it suspicious how close you were with momo, Nayeon was just as close with Momo, so she just assumed it just because you 2 were siblings, and that she had a soft spot for you. Was she wrong, Momo just really wanted to screw you and wanted you to herself.

Nayeon had invited you over for Twice’s sleep over. It’s a thing the girls do where after every tour they spend time with each other and spend the night at someone’s dorm. This year the sleep over was at Nayeon and Momo’s dorm. Since Nayeon new how much you liked seeing Momo and how you were clingy towards her, she decided to have you over, all the members were okay with it Since you’re Nayeons little sis, you might as well be Twice’s too.

As you arrived to Nayeon and Momo dorm, you could already hear the conversations, and the movements happening in the room along with the smell of fried foods. You knocked on the door hearing footsteps coming towards it, as you’re greeted by a lovely bubbly face, Sana.

“Y/N! Come in! Come in!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you in with excitement. You almost tripped due to the sudden pull. You enter as you take off your shoes in the front of the door.

You see your Older sister, and the other members doing all sorts of things, Jeongyeon, Jihyo , Momo and Nayeon playing what ever competitive game on the switch, playing on the TV. Tzuyu and Dahyun trying to bake some sort of pastry (it smelt burnt…) and Mina and Chaeyoung watching Tzuyu and Dahyun probably burning down the kitchen. As Nayeon noticed you enter she had pause the game, causing the other girls to groan after the sudden stop. But had quickly changed their mood after your unnies saw you.

“Y/n! Y/n! You’re here!” Nayeon greeted, kissing your cheek while rubbing your head, causing your hair to be messy as you try to push off your older sister. Momo quickly dropped her control after seeing you, and had walked over eagerly but to wanting to seem desperate at the same time. She’s been dying to see you, she hasn’t seen you since part 2 of the tour stared.

“Y/n..” her eye sparked, she gave you a hug, while getting a whiff of your hair she always liked the way you smelt.

“Hi momoring.” You say as you held her hand, caressing her knuckles. She gave a soft smile, as you blushed and looked down at your socks.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughs, eating, playing Mario party on Mina’s switch. You were starting to get scared of Jihyo since she kept losing so much to which is quite rare to see. The other members were starting to fear her as well..

As everyone slowly felt tired, they all agreed that it was best they that they would get ready to sleep, and go out for breakfast tomorrow.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon helped set up the blankets, everyone will be sleeping in the living room. As everyone else got ready for bed, and you were getting ready bushing your teeth in the bathroom, a knock on the bathroom door was herd.

“Y/n..? It’s me Momo. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, that’s okay!” You shout.

Momo walked in, closing the door behind her, running into you and giving you a proper hug, leading her mouth on the crook of your neck, kissing it. Giving it a few nibbles.

“M-momoring…” you let out a few small grunts, Momo pulling off of you to look down at you. “I missed you so much y/n… not being able to see you has drove me crazy… I need you more then anything right now..” She tried to kiss you but stopped her before she could.

“M-momoring.. we can’t right now.. my sister is right outside! I don’t wanna risk it. I can’t risk..not being able to see you..can we do this when we’re more in private…? Please..?” Momo frowned. She needed you badly. But also wanted to respect you and your wishes. Even if she was desperate. As much as she needed you, you were right.

“Fine.. but can you at least sleep with me..? I’d like to hold you.” You gave in a thought.

“O-okay.. I mean it won’t look too weird right?” Momo pecked your cheek. “Yeah.” you continued to bush your teeth and Momo left to get a spot for the 2 of you.

“Alright girls! I Hope you Found a spot to sleep on tonight. Rest well.” Jihyo shouted, she turned off the lights. As you were crawling your way over to Momo’s spot, Nayeon gave a look to you, you ignored hoping it wasn’t a bad thing you were sleeping with Momo. Momo made room for you, you layed next to her. As you turn to your back, Momo spooning you as she put on the covers on top of both of you. You pressed your butt against Momo. It was already enough you were torturing her like this. Your sent, your body right pressed up against hers. It was driving her crazy, she couldn’t help but grind against your butt.

You noticed the sudden movement. Momo grinding a bit deeper. Her cock poking you.

“Momoring, what are you doing!” You whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/n I really can’t fucking help myself anymore. I really need you, right now. Please…” she was begging.

You felt bad for having her in this state, she needed some relief. You nodded, allowing her to use her to use you.

She grasped on your pajama pants, pulling them down, leaving you in your panties. She pulled her pajama pants and boxers. She slides herself between your thighs.

“F-fuck..” Momo quietly groans into your neck, she starts rubbing herself back and forth between your legs, she sucks on your neck to keep herself quiet. You held yourself still as Momo was grinding her cock on your clothed cunt, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Y-y/n I’m so close..take of your panties… please.. I need to be in you so so bad.” You obeyed her immediately, sliding them off, allowing her to enter you. Momo sliding one of her hands in her shirt, groping your bare small breast and pinching your nipple.

Momo inserts herself in you slowly, She has you a whimpering mess, taking in the feeling of your walls closing around her cock. “F-fuck..you’re so warm.. you’re gonna make me cum by this alone..fuck..”

“M-momoring.. start moving..hhgh..” you moaned, which only cause Momo to get crazier. She started fucking you slowly to avoid any skin slapping noises, as you kept whimpering, gripping her hand tightly as a desperation to keep quiet, Momo stoped. “Shhh.. be a good girl and keep quiet for me okay? Can you do that for m-mommy?”

“Y-yes..” you said quietly. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” The praise had you crazy , you started moving by yourself,Momo moving the same pace.

As Momo went faster, it became so much harder to be able to keep quiet. Momo kissed your shoulder and neck, as she came close. “Please let me get you pregnant, fuck.. have my kids y/n please.” You nod violently, allowing her to finish in you, pumping her load in you having you to moan in the pillow. And there Momo was, practically breeding her best friends little sister.

After calming down from your high, Momo kissed your face frantically, her cock buried deep in you, while giving you pecks on the cheek.

“Y/n you did so good for me.. I’m so proud, I hope you’re pregnant with our kids and we’ll be happy mommies together. I love you so much baby.” All you could do was nod, you were so tried from Momo fucking you so all you did was kiss her hand, as momo wrapped her arm around around you. Sleeping while being connected with Momo.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The next morning you two cleaned up, and after you and momo got out of the bathroom, Nayeon stared at you 2, in her big sister stance. She was especially staring hard Momo. She knew what Momo did and it was gonna be a rough morning.

#Momo #twice #momo twice #momo x reader #momo x fem reader #g!p momo #twice smut #twice x reader #kpop smut #smut #writing #teehee #spicy stuff

[intotyun]

Road to forgiveness

Something that has been on my mind is if Shinji and Hinamori are capable of forgiving Aizen.

What exactly did Aizen do to them?

1. momo hinamori

This is pretty self-explanatory. He basically manipulated momo into thinking that he was a kind and reliable captain and someone she could look up to and seek comfort. All this, so she would never suspect him when he was scheming behind the scene to betray soul society.

And if that weren't enough, after momo was frantically trying to find his “killer”, he appeared right in front of her: well and alive. And that mentally fucked up momo again. Aizen comforted her before she was stabbed with his sword :/

But when he found out she was still alive, he proceeded to try and kill her again by making her childhood friend stabbed her.

2. Moving on to shinji hirako.

You see, shinji is different. He knew aizen wasn't up to no good and aizen made use of that suspicions. Which resulted in him and his friends becoming hollowfied experiments, aizen taunts Shinji and tells him that the reason why his friends are lying on the floor is because of shinji.

Aizen was going to kill all of them before urahara came in.

But even then, this resulted in them having to run away from soul society: their own home as central 46 were going to “deal with them like how they deal with hollows.”

And during the battle, hiyori was cut in half by gin after aizen tauted her to attack him.

So you can see how Aizen basically ruined both of their lives and betrayed them in very different ways.

Death save the strawberry

this is basically the aftermath of aizen's defeat. Shinji is telling hinamori he is considering taking his old position back. Some very interesting moments that we see is:

Section 1: pg 60-68

1. Shinji telling momo that he should have “killed aizen no matter what it took!”

2. momo then bursts out crying, telling shinji she understands that aizen had betrayed and hurt many people including her. But all the moments that they spend together were some of the happiest and that she looked up to him as a role model.

3. Shinji then agrees with momo and tells her that he “would be lying, if I were to say we didn't have any fun moments. We did indeed have some good times together.”

Section 3: pg 163

1. momo quoting aizen's words and shinji jokingly asks her to say that shinji was the one to say those words of wisdoms instead of aizen.

So it seems that both of them have somewhat recovered from aizen (?). They know that aizen betrayed and lied to them, but at the same time, they remember the good times they had and bring it up even though deep down they know it was probably all fake.

Lost agent Arc

We see shinji again when ichigo tells the gotei 13 he is going to continue to be a substitute soul repears. But they were all shocked when ichigo suggested the retrieval of ginjo's body to give it a proper burial.

“Hey Ichigo, that guy messed up your family and friends. Can you forgive a guy like this?”

if you think about it, there is some parallel between ginjo's betrayal and aizen's betrayal:

1. Both used people thay trusted for their own goals and betrayed.

2. Both didn't just hurt their victims but also their friends and families. (Shinji with hiyori and momo with toshiro)

shinji reaction is interesting. I think he sees the parallel and is asking ichigo the obvious question, a question he would ask himself if ever given the opportunity, “Can I forgive a guy like aizen? Or rather.. should I?”

Shinji sees ichigo (sort of) forgiving someone who ruined his life, and I think he is asking ichigo if he can forgive someone like him, like aizen. Keep in mind that shinji used to be ichigo mentor of sort so he must have felt his own student showing some feelings to his enemy.

One key thing that in the manga and show is that ichigo has unconsciously changed alot of people in soul society. Shinji is no exception. As seen with his relationship with momo.

TYBW

If you read the manga, you should know that when aizen were released, people like shinji or momo didn't say anything. Hell, shinji just had one panel of him reacting to it. But thus, the panel of shinji just looks like: I know it's wrong to release aizen, but this is the right thing to do. There isn't hatred in his expression.

Funny enough, the people that were shitting on aizen were people that aizen didn't really hurt that much as compared to this two. I hope kubo is going to fixed this problem in the anime and have some interaction between shinji and momo. Like he's I understand they have recovered from aizen but having confirmation in the main source would be better

Now the point is: can shinji and momo forgive aizen? Tbh idk it's vv iffy but I don't think they would be seething with as much hatred as before when they see aizen and has learn to move forward and not be too caught up in the past.

#sosuke aizen #aizen #shinji hirako #momo hinamori #bleach #intotyun:analysis

[coldfanbou]

Unexpected Guest

It's MoHyo time. So I, uh, changed the story a bit from the prompt I was given. Anyways, there's some degradation going on in here, a little rough sex. breeding. Mommy kink. Uh, it's probably better if you just read it. Hope you can enjoy it!

Length 2.1K

Momo X Jihyo X M reader.

Jihyo’s tits rest in front of you as you lay on her lap; raising yourself from your position, you latch onto one of her nipples. Your tongue swirls around it as you suck on it. Jihyo lets her voice flow out as she moans. “Oh, that’s it, baby. Just like that.” Lately, Jihyo had been into this sort of thing, you sucking on your tits and being called mommy. It was a little awkward at first, considering how you two had been friends since you were kids, but at the same time, you couldn’t resist her. Jihyo had always been beautiful, and you were grateful that you could stay friends with her. Usually, the two of you would meet at a hotel, but this time around, she snuck you into Twice’s dorms. You were hesitant to agree to this, fearing being caught by someone scaring you. Once you had made it into her room, things were fine, and the two of you had gotten to where we found ourselves.

“Do you like sucking on mommy’s tits?” Jihyo says, breaking your train of thought. 

“I love mommy’s tits,” 

Jihyo uses her delicate hand to start stroking your cock. “You’ve been such a good boy for mommy; I need to give you a reward,” Jihyo spoke slowly and, using a low voice, arousing you to no end. Jihyo feeling this, says, “Oh, did my baby love hearing that?” 

“Yes, mommy,” you say; Jihyo moans as you say this, and you start lightly pulling on her nipples.  

“I can’t wait anymore; I need you to fuck mommy.” Jihyo lets go of your cock, and lays back on the bed. As you move, Jihyo spreads her legs. Using her hand spreads her lower lips  “I need my baby to fuck me with his big hard cock. Can you do that for me?” 

You gulp at the sight before you. “Of course, mommy!” Eager to fuck Jihyo, you align yourself with her wet pussy. Pressing the head of cock inside her, you both moan. “That’s it, baby, fuck your mommy.” You press further into Jihyo, her walls latching onto you. “Oh fuck, my baby’s so big, you’re going to stretch mommy out.” You couldn’t restrain yourself any longer. Instead of inching your way in, you thrust your whole cock inside Jihyo, causing her to scream out in pleasure. You start to throw yourself into Jihyo, the sound of your bodies filling the room. Between moans, Jihyo says, “My baby’s being so rough with mommy.” Jihyo pulls you into a quick kiss. As she wraps her legs around you, she says, “I don’t mind it; I could get used to this.” 

“Mommy’s pussy feels so good; I can’t help it.” 

Jihyo kisses you again, her soft lips lingering for a second. “My baby can use my body however he wants.” She repeats, “However he wants, " next to your ear.” This only incites you to get rougher with her as you start thrusting quicker and with more strength, the claps of your bodies growing louder. Unbeknownst to the two of you, Momo was watching through a slight crack in the door; she had heard the sounds of you fucking Jihyo and went to see what was going on in her room. Momo stood there with a hand down her pajama bottoms, fingers well inside as she tried to keep her moans to herself. As you continued to fuck Jihyo, you went back to her big tits. Licking them, sucking them, even softly biting them, leaving some light imprints of your teeth on her tit. Jihyo loved it all as you kept fucking her. You felt yourself nearing your climax.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum.”

“That’s okay, baby; I’m going to cum too. Cum inside, mommy, fill me with your seed” You give Jihyo a few more thrusts before you’re forced to cum inside her. She had never unwrapped her legs from you, so you couldn’t pull out even if you wanted to. As you plunge into Jihyo’s pussy with your final thrust, your cum pours into Jihyo’s awaiting pussy. You fill her so much that when you pull out, some of it immediately starts flowing out of her. 

As you roll off Jihyo, you hear a crash outside the door. Jihyo, not caring for the cum pouring out of her, rushes to the door to find Momo outside on her knees. “Momo, are you alright? what’s wrong?” Momo just nods her head as she tries to stand up. You both notice that Momo had her hand down her bottoms and that there was a large wet spot. Jihyo, not one to shy away, asks her directly. “Momo, were you watching us?” Having been caught, Momo just nods and looks at the floor. Jihyo gives you a look, a look you know well. Jihyo had always made the same face when she had an idea and wanted you to be a part of it. You just nod, knowing that no matter what, you’d end up doing it anyway. Jihyo puts her hand on the younger girl's shoulder. “Momo, would you like to join us? He’ll be good to you, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, mommy,” you respond, a bit embarrassed. Momo tries to refuse, but Jihyo brings her into the room anyway. 

“Momo, you don’t have to be scared about this; I’m fine with sharing him.” Jihyo gets behind Momo, her hand snaking its way down to Momo’s pussy. Momo leans against her as she groans in pleasure, her head rolling back. Jihyo pulls her hand out of Momo’s bottoms and shows you how wet she is. Momo’s juices covered Jihyo’s hand before Jihyo made Momo have a taste of herself. “Momo, why don’t you look over at him?” As Momo’s eyes go towards you, she sees just how hard you got seeing Jihyo tease her like that. “See how hard he is? How hard he is for you?” Jihyo’s hand returns to Momo’s pussy, playing with it again. “Can you imagine his hard cock inside your tight little pussy, Momo? Don’t you want it deep inside you?” Momo nods as she continues to stare at your cock. As you step closer to them, Jihyo has Momo get on her knees. As your cock is mere inches away from Momo, you notice how she’s slowly moving forward, seemingly unaware she’s doing so. You take hold of your cock and point it straight towards Momo’s mouth.

“Does my baby want to use Momo’s mouth?”

“Yes, mommy, but I think Momo’s trying to make the first move.” 

“Oh, we can’t have that; my baby deserves to use the slut that was watching us.” Jihyo gently holds Momo’s head in place while you slap her face with your cock, getting some cum on her. Momo doesn’t resist, instead opening her mouth and looking at you with pleading eyes. You slap her tongue a couple of times to let her get a taste of you before you fill her mouth with your cock. Momo’s mouth was tighter than you expected, but that didn’t stop you from pushing yourself down her throat. As Momo struggles to breathe, Jihyo gives her instructions to relax. As Momo's throat relaxes, you’re given the space to start bucking your hips. Momo starts to use her tongue to lick the sides of your cock as you continue to use her, her moans causing some pleasurable vibrations. “That’s it, baby, use her mouth like the cocksleeve it is,” Jihyo says before she licked the cum off Momo’s cheeks. As you keep thrusting every inch of your cock into Momo’s mouth, you see her tear up a little as she struggles to breathe. Every few thrusts, you pull your cock out of Momo’s mouth and slap her face with it.

“You like being treated like a slut don’t you, Momo?” 

Between breaths, she responds, “I love it; I want to be your slut forever.”

“Did you hear that, mommy? She wants to be my slut”

“I heard. If she wants to be my baby’s slut maybe you should breed her.”

Hearing that, Momo's head shoots up. “Yes! Breed me! Please!” 

Jihyo and you both smile; hearing Momo agree was a great feeling. “Maybe we should start breeding her now, Mommy.” 

“I think we should,” Jihyo says as she helps Momo onto the be; Jihyoo sits on Momo's face and, from that position, spreads Momo’s legs wide open for you. “You want him to breed you so badly, Momo? Well, I’m not just waiting on the side; you’ll eat me out the entire time he pumps his seed into you.” While that’s going on, you rub your cock against Momo’s shaved pussy; you aren’t going to be gentle and instead thrust everything in all at once. Momo screams into Jihyo’s pussy, causing her to moan. “That’s it, baby, make this bitch scream, make her scream for more.” You enjoy the feeling of Momo’s pussy; whereas Jihyo’s walls would welcome you, Momo’s pussy had a lot of resistance as you struggled to thrust in. As Jihyo grinds into Momo’s face, you steal a kiss from her. Your tongues match each movement, and the woman under you starts to spasm as you feel her tighten around your cock. 

“I think she came, Mommy.”

“What a bad girl; we’ll have to train her not to do that.” You start to pull at Jihyo’s nipples, causing her to near her climax as Momo expertly ate her out. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming. Momo, you better not miss a drop!” She screams before cumming all over Momo’s face. Jihyo’s body slumps over you as you keep pounding Momo. You’re the last one to orgasm, and as you do, you yell to Momo, “I’m cumming, Momo; I’m going to make sure to give you a baby.” You impale Momo with your cock hitting her womb as your seed floods into her. You hear Momo moan, “Yes! Give me a baby! Knock me up!” Pulling out of Momo, you feel satisfied with your work as cum rushes out of her. You roll over to the side, bringing Jihyo with you. You all fall asleep as you lay there, tired.

Weeks go by where you don’t see Jihyo, her busy schedule keeping her away. Then you check social media and see news that Jihyo and Momo will not be able to participate in the next comeback due to health issues. Worried you call Jihyo and ask if she’s alright, her response was to come to the dorms tomorrow. Sneaking in once again, you see a congratulations sign as Jihyo and Momo spring confetti over you. 

“What’s this about Jihyo? What’s going on?” 

“You mean you can’t guess? It’s me and Momo that are taking a break…you know the two you cummed inside of?” Just then, it clicks in your head. 

“You mean?”

“Yeah, we’re pregnant, and you’re the father. You really took the breeding thing to heart, didn’t you?” Jihyo responds. “If it had to be someone getting me pregnant, I’m glad it’s you. I know you’ll do what’s best, and on the off chance you try to run away, I know where you live.” Jihyo says in a joking voice. 

Tugging on your shirt, you turn to hear, “If Jihyo trusts you, so will I” Momo stands there looking up at you with sincerity. 

“I- Of course, I’ll do my best for you all,” you say with determination. The rest of the day is spent discussing plans and what to do in the future after they have the children and need to return to their idol life. As the year passed, Jihyo and Momo moved out of the dorms to live in the countryside to avoid any attention. You would stay there whenever you could to help them, along with the other twice members who would support their pregnant members. After Jihyo and Momo gave birth, they would sometimes come to you saying that they still had a lot of milk left in their tits and needed someone to help them, It was always just a guise that led to sex, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Daddy, We need your help again.” You hear Momo call from the doorway, where she stands in a sheer nightgown alongside Jihyo, who wore the same thing. The two of them went on either side of you and dropped their gowns. You see, their tits are leaking a little milk. 

“Alright, we know the drill. Come here, you two.” You say with a smile.

#jihyo smut #twice smut #male reader #kpop smut #momo smut

[rowanwithaz]

People will say gay shippers ship people that are "so much as in the same room with each other" but ship people that aren't even on a first name basis because they stood next to each other and blushed, the sense is not sensing.

And,that's problematic. You thought this was just going to be a short joke post,hah,fool.

The blushing problem.

Now,I've talked about this a little,but I think it needs to be said more; blush does not equal canon. When this argument is used in the bnha fandom,it just proves themselves wrong. Like,Izuku blushes around Katsuki too,so in their OWN logic,GreeNade is canon.

(*Also,quick thing: Todoroki and Momo haven't really brushed around each other but everyone says their canon,which is a very good couple because of that.*)

But,then they say, "He blush more around Ochako,therefore = straight >:("

Yeah, he also does the same blush around All Might. So is DEKUMIGHT CANON?

They have it backwards. Canon equals blush. What's the difference? Let me explain.

Blush means a lot of things,embarrassment,anger,awkwardness,etc ect. So,what we need is context on the charters's feelings. Because every time Izuku has ever blushed in front of a girl was because of the sol reason they were GIRLS. He was an awkward kid who thought, "hey,I'm a boy,she's a girl,and I don't know girls! " all he knew was he was supposed to find them pretty. And,just like a lot of people say,you can find someone pretty without being romantically or sexually attracted to them. I agree.

When we look at it with that context,it doesn't seem very romantic. And when Izuku blushes around Katsuki it's because he thinks he's amazing,so,I wouldn't even say that is romantic. (But it looks like Deku has a crush on him in the flashbacks and it's sooooo cute)

We need context. Now,with Ochako's blush,this deserves its own thing.

Show don't tell.

Is what makes a lot of relationships feel real and much deeper,but,Izuchako is all, "Ochako has a crush on Izuku" every single time she blushes in front of him,which takes away from their moments and chemistry.

A relationship that's really good about not saying, "remember their in love" is Kamijirou. Some of their best moments don't involve dialog. Just like with Kirimina and GreeNade.

Two characters' romantic feelings are best and most meaningful when it's displayed with an action before words. Like,Katsuki's apology.

He put his life on the line for Izuku,that was his feelings displayed in an action,then he said what was unsaid. That is how relationships should be written. Don't tell us,show us,then have the charters tell each other. It's so stupid when people say a relationship is canon because they blush around each other and people realize they blush around each other.

Also,this is something I kinda found odd. Katsuki and Ochako never interact. Like,never. There were a couple moments where they talked,and then there's their fight,but other than that it's Ochako making JABS at Katsuki. And,I think I know why.

I think Ochako was so confused with their relationship,and when things starting falling into place,she became distant from Izuku and especially Katsuki. I think she figured out her feelings for Toga after seeing and finally understanding, "it was him,and it'll always be him" for Izuku. And,that speech was her officially falling out of love with Izuku and falling in love with Toga. Because Toga helped her realize how heros are supposed to be,and who saves them.

Which BloodBubbles is one of the best relationships in my opinion because they kinda do more of telling. "But you just said-" I know. Let me explain. I said actions before words,and BloodBubbles did that,but when they shared their words they didn't leave anything out. They both opened up. Unlike with GreeNade,where it was only Katsuki opening up.

See how Izuku has a mask while Katsuki is staring at him with one of the most calm and soft looks he's ever fucking had? Izuku having a mask on shows how he's not opening up,and he still has things to say but refuses to say them.

We've seen Izuku's love,we've been shown it,but now what he REALLY needs to do is let it all out. That's what I hope the Shigaraki and Deku fight,and the black ship arc,ends. Them both letting it all out.

#mha #Bnha #tgchk #dkbk #GreeNade #blood bubbles #togachaco #dekugou #uraraka x himiko

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

atla movie/atla natla thoughts from my adhd scrambled brains

I think it's silly to say the atla 2010 movie doesn't exist though I can't be mad at the silly memes that come with it. but it has a great zhao death.. and some good aang/gyatso flashbacks i mean aang made him the amulet? thats precious as shit.. tho them burying gyaso in natla is agood additon.

NATLA is not horrible or great it's simply.

OKAY..

it has a interesting tone.. going from Grim as shit to DisneyCornball vibes.. it def got me to think about how many died in the north during Zhaos attack silly me thought everyone lived

I do wish katara and aang hugged in the end it seemed like they were afraid to let the kids hugs and i dunno whyyyy...

but is it terrible? no it just.. Expostion, boring, clunky, Dallas was very good, Sokka got a few good lines, i hate that the trio kept getting seperated. aang/sokka are suppose to meet jet/bumi at the same time.. everyone was doing solo missions and it felt off.

avatar aang cgi was super uncanny valley goofy to me.

Momo was cute/Appa was fluffy i'd love to see em more esp momo.

Yues wig in the movie was better

Jet is hot

hmmm... Ozai burning zukos face was metal as fuck like brutal man. And dallas crying when ozai comes to say he's banishing. s2 zuko is gonna be sooooo goooood.. Dallas brought his A game

Gordons goofyside is wasted i hate that they deny it to us but maybe will see it in s2

I can agree that aang in the animated series going from finding gyaso body to playing on kyosih island tone is rather jarring.. so the idea of aang grieving /not being in a super good mood makes sense but really it doesn't help when all the dang avatars tell him to be friendless..

Kyoshi was the worse her characzation suckkkkeed.

Bumi i could understand on some aspect wehre he was coming from even if he annoyed me. at least him being sore/broken down from the war /being mad at aang makes sense. Kyoshi had no reason to blame aang when she knows its on Roku the war started

anyway i dont think it deserves super hate nor do i think its super great its just. okay... i get it i aws angry at it for a bit but the more i thought of it the more i thought there are bits i liked .. like dallas/Ian /momo/ so there was a bit of savalage stuff for me..

so if people love its that cool. i see zero issue or a reason why we need to be BUT acuatlly to people who loved honestly that's great. Let em love it thecast worked hard on the show. people are free to enjoy things we don't it doesn't make us better than them it just a matter of opinion

but atla fandom oh you love love.. not letting people have opinions that don't agree to yours. this fandom is so.. toxic.. critsizing is good but don't be mean to fans who enjoy things..

#natla #atla netflix #atla fandom problems #such a toxic fandom

[spookyspecterino]

The Slaughter of a Lamb

Chapter Three: Eyes in the Dark

Tangerine x !F Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Series Masterlist

SFW; slow-burn, minor amounts of blood & injury, POV switch, language

The twins get a shaky lead from Momo's informant that takes them to the most dangerous part of the city. They aren't prepared in the slightest.

A/N: Out of the entire story outline, this is my favorite chapter. Imo, this is when the story starts to get ✨ good ✨

“If I had to give Mother Vati a train, from what I’ve seen of her so far, I’d loosely pin her as a James.”

“Hm.”

“Incredibly determined but albeit a little impatient. If James had a temper it’d be a right fit.”

“Mhm.”

“Tangerine…are you listening to me?”

His response was as equally distracted as the last two. “Yeah, of course. Thomas and Friends.”

There was a tired sigh from Lemon in the driver’s seat of their car as he turned down a back road. They were out of the heart of the city now; the buildings weren’t as tall and the sky was clear. The foul weather from a few hours ago at the internet café had passed—red and orange colored the few meager clouds left behind as the sun began to set. Long shadows covered the road.

Tangerine had his head down, looking at the cellphone that Mother Vati had given them after their call. On it was Mother Vati’s personal number, another number for an assistant in case they couldn’t reach her, plus the photo and video of Fox that was shown at the meeting. He was currently rewatching the video of her at Lamb’s birthday party; this was maybe the 30th time replaying it since they had gotten in the car.

“What are you even looking for, mate?” Lemon asked as he glanced over at the video. He’d seen it plenty, it gave him the heebie-jeebies.

“Just the way she moves, it’s… distinct; something about it—it’s like you have to pay attention to see it, otherwise you might miss her.”

“Creeps me the fuck out. I’m hoping we don’t have to get that close; I’d like a nice clean shot from 20ft away. That’d be a job well done, everyone can go home happy—well except Fox.”

“Right.” Tangerine looks up and out the window, something he couldn’t pin bothered him about that. Maybe it was the finality of it, he wanted to understand the full story. “Should we give Momo a call now? See if her informant’s given her anything new since the contract released?”

“Yeah, give her a ring.”

Tangerine used his own phone this time, slipping the one Mother Vati gave them into his vest pocket. He’d sleep better if there was no trace of Momo’s number in it.

Momo picked up on the third ring, the sound of shuffling papers proceeded her greeting. She sounded like she had her hands full.

“Hiya boys, a little bird told me you entered into the contract.”

The twins glanced at each other; her informant must be right in the thick of things.

“Has your little birdy perhaps told you about our target?”

“Ohh yes, we’ve been chatting all evening about her. And, I have something for you, hot off the press.” She paused, obviously loving the dramatics.

Tangerine sighed. “What Momo, what is it?”

“Well first, I hate to do this to you honey, but we should talk business.”

Payment.

“Alright, don’t get twisted up, Momo. We’ll give you your fair cut, we always do.”

“I know, doll. Just reminding you—this info isn’t cheap. And my informant’s really sticking her neck out for me on this.”

“What’s the big scoop then?”

“Fox has been seen around the re-development district.”

Lemon slowed the car and made an immediate turn, mumbling about how that seemed strange to him. Tangerine agreed.

“Are you sure, Momo? Did your source get a visual?”

“It’s spotty 3rd hand information. The exact words I got were, a woman—around the same age, who looks like her, has been seen in the food shop on the corner, right outside the fence, not 20 minutes ago.”

Lemon muttered again, a little louder. “That doesn’t fit right.”

“What, honey?”

He leaned over toward the phone a little, keeping his eyes on the road. “I said that doesn’t fit right. Why would a Diesel allow themselves to be seen?”

It was only the fact that Lemon was making a good point that kept Tangerine from rolling his eyes at yet another Thomas and Friends reference.

“I don’t have the answer to that, Lemon. My guess is she’s been there from the start and needed food. It does make sense that she would be in the northern re-development district, everybody does their best to avoid it.”

Momo was right. The only ones who actively went there were people looking for a place to crash for a little while and do drugs, or rival city gangs that needed to settle an issue; one that could only be solved with bullets. Even the homeless wouldn’t settle there; too dangerous. Law enforcement doesn’t go near it either, making it the proverbial wild-west of the city. In fact, the city itself was perfectly fine not ever acknowledging its existence.

Tangerine fiddled with the knuckle duster in his pocket. “Well, thanks Momo. We don’t have any other leads, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. We owe you one.”

“Mhm, I’m expecting a nice tidy sum when this is all over, boys. The amount I’m racking up with my informant—bloody insane. Be careful.”

“Take care.” Tangerine closed the call with a beep and dumped the phone into the center console.

Releasing a long, slow breath he looked out the window again. They were about 15 minutes away from the district and already the road was beginning to get patchy. Various graffiti tags, signaling specific gang territories, dotted the sides of brick buildings. The ones on the structures they passed were teal and gold.

“You’ve gone quiet.” Lemon’s gentle concern broke the silence. “What’re you thinking about?”

Tangerine’s moustache twitched as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “I’m starting to wonder if our target is either some kind of maniacal villain…or just not very bright.”

“What do you mean?”

“Who does such an awful thing to the most powerful woman in the city, who’s also her boss, and then make it obvious that she did it? On top of that, she’s letting herself be seen on the day her own contract releases.” He paused, brows furrowing into a line. “You called her a Diesel, obviously because she did a terrible, awful thing. But…what if she’s just…”

“I think you’re beginning to underestimate her, and that’s dangerous.” He turns down a broad alleyway. “You don’t climb your way through the ranks of The Vati Family by being an idiot.”

Tangerine barks out a humorless laugh. “Ah, but you see, you don’t have to be smart either. How many times have we seen some brute become the right-hand man to a boss just ‘cause he kills without hesitation and shows loyalty?”

Lemon throws him a withering glance. “You’re going with the theory that she’s just some seasoned mob killer who got in over her head? Made a big mistake?”

Sitting up in his seat, Tangerine tries to explain. “Ok, imagine; she’s a lieutenant, there isn’t much room for mobility there—no promotions; and she’s become addicted to that feeling of ascending through the ranks. An offer comes to do a job, in return she gets entry into some other criminal organization for a shit ton more money. She takes it, because she wants to climb the ladder again—but fucks it all up.”

“Who would be insane enough to kidnap Mother Vati’s child? Or order that kind of thing?”

“The woman’s’ probably got a lot of enemies being a powerful mob boss and all. Maybe Fox hated her, too.”

There was a hum from Lemon. “You’ve got a point, but it still doesn’t sit right for me.”

Tangerine huffed. “Ok, what’s your theory then? And do try to leave out the train references for now.”

He took a moment before answering. “No doubt, she’s a Die—"

“—Lemon.”

“Fine, fine… I think she knows exactly what she’s doing—she’s just trying to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes.”

“Is that right?”

“She’s part of something larger going on, I can feel it. I just don’t have all the pieces yet.”

As Lemon pulled up to an empty sidewalk on the street, a small food shop sitting on the corner of a block came into view. Bars covered the windows and the door was reinforced similarly. The small shop was battered, giving the impression that it had stood there for a long time; outlasting the vacant ‘FOR SALE’ building next to it. The street across from the shop had a chain link fence running alongside it, past other buildings it encompassed. A big sign read ‘Under Construction. DO NOT ENTER’.

The silence surrounding the brothers suddenly grew intense. Suffocating.

Lemon cleared his throat, trying to break the oppressive weight of silence. “You think she’s in there?”

Tangerine didn’t answer at first. From their position just behind the corner of a building, he had to sit forward a little to see the full shop. “She might’ve already left—”

As he was speaking, a few members of a city gang—this one sporting orange colors, can ambling in from around the corner of the food shop. They were openly carrying guns, mostly automatic rifles, as they laughed and talked loudly. It was a show of strength.

Lemon whistled low. “They must be getting pretty antsy with all the money up in the air.”

Tangerine grunted in agreement. “Probably noticing quite a few new faces poking around, as well.” He huffed, trying to calm his uneasiness. “Well, if they’re prowling ‘round maybe that means she’s still inside, waiting them out.”

The gang members, around eight in total, walked past the barged open chain fence gate and into the mix of old, rundown buildings. They seemed at complete ease, confident even, as they all carefreely sported themselves through the area that supposedly contained an incredibly dangerous killer.

Lemon turned the car off, cracking the windows a little. The cool evening air, mixed with the humidity of the rain from the past two days, was pulling heat from the pavement up and turning it into a misty steam. It drifted up into the air and dissipated just above knee height. It gave the streets an eerie feeling.

It was about 10 minutes later when they spotted quick movement from the shop. A woman, wrapped up in a red jacket, with the hood pulled over her face, scurried out of the food shop carrying something in a plastic bag.

“That her?” Lemon asked, sitting forward in his seat to get a better view.

She was hurriedly making her way toward the broken gate, one hand keeping the hood pulled down.

Tangerine squinted. “Can’t see her face…but, something’s not right.”

“Like what?” Lemon eyed her closely. “Should we follow? We need to make a decision, quick, or she’s going to get away.”

“Let’s tail her. Worst case, it’s not Fox and we can close this lead.” Tangerine grumbled, opening the passenger door with a huff.

The twins followed the woman from a block away as she turned the corner past the fence. They jogged to keep up. Something nagged at Tangerine in the back of his mind.

Most of the buildings in the re-development district were old abandoned apartment units with about four to five floors. The city wanted to tear them down and rebuild, but plans were never really finalized when the old mayor was voted out and the new one took charge. And it seemed that since then, every politician was just fine with shoving the issue under the rug; after all, they didn’t live anywhere near there. Out of sight out of mind.

As the twins followed the woman, the distant sound of automatic gunfire was heard. Lemon gave his brother a questioning look. Tangerine only mouthed back ‘gangs’. There were many people shooting at once, the sound of gunfire overlapped itself, all from automatic weapons. The noise gave an ominous ambiance to the area.

Rounding a corner, they saw the woman entering a shabby looking apartment building that was missing all its windows. Leaves and ivy trailed up across cracked bricks; the metal fire escape around the outside was dented and warped, missing in some places. Both pulled their handguns out and moved toward the entrance, which was just an empty doorway. The doors to the building were laying haphazardly on the ground to the side, covered in debris and plant life.

Tangerine turned his head to look at Lemon as he stood against the outside wall next to the entrance, Lemon gave him a nod at the sound of a door closing from inside. With a quick glance in, they saw a door beyond the lobby at the back of a long hallway bouncing shut. Tall shadows cast the worn-down discarded furniture in darkness. Floor tiles, once white and pristine, were cracked and warped brown.

Together they moved inside, holding their guns in front of them at the ready. The door that had just shut was marked with a stairs sign. They moved through it in perfect unison, taking careful steps to avoid disturbing loud debris and shutting the door behind themselves without a noise.

Tangerine cautiously peeked up the space in the middle of the ascending stairs. The woman had reached the top floor and her red jacket disappeared as she exited the stairwell.

When the door had closed behind her, Lemon took his brother’s arm and leaned in close to whisper. “What’s the plan?”

Tangerine kept his voice to barely above a breath. “She’s on the top floor. We’ll take it slow; we clear each apartment one by one—and be careful, I don’t like the feeling of this.”

His brother gave him a firm nod and they began climbing to the top floor. Lemon was in front while Tangerine watched their backs. Something still nagged at him in the back of his mind.

Without any windows the apartment was quite drafty. A cool wind blew through the stairwell almost constantly, sending a high-pitched whistling echoing down the concrete steps. It was enough to make the hair on Tangerine’s neck stand straight up and send his already alert senses into overdrive. He attempted to compensate for this by taking his tie off, shoving it into his pocket, and undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. At least now he could breathe a little easier.

Finally reaching the top floor, Lemon looked through the small rectangle window on the door. Part of the glass had shattered and was missing. Satisfied that the hallway before them was empty, he slowly pushed it open, pointing his gun ahead.

The long hallway had 10 apartments, five on each side, and none of their doors were shut; all were either open in some fashion or just missing altogether. On the top floor, high up and with nothing stopping the wind, the whistling was louder. Loud enough to muffle the sounds of their footsteps. Trash and debris littered the floor; crumpled papers lay along the wall, knickknacks and household objects left behind lay discarded. The darkening sky was beginning to shine through chunks of the thin roof that had broken off into pieces. Some of the walls had holes in them.

Tangerine tapped Lemon’s shoulder and pointed to the left apartment, signaling they should start there. They moved together toward the entrance. Tangerine stood guard at the door, the apartments were tiny, only a living room connected to a kitchen, bathroom, and one small bedroom. It only took Lemon a few tense minutes to return, and they moved to the apartment across the hall. They repeated this process of clearing the apartments each time.

It was on the third apartment—when Tangerine was standing guard, gun lowered to the ground as he anxiously waited for Lemon, that something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It may have been a trick of the shadows, or his nerves messing with him, but when he looked further down the hallway he swore he saw something glide just out of sight.

Casting a glance back in the apartment, he tried to get Lemon’s attention, but failed. He didn’t want to go after his brother, incase whoever was down there tried to escape past him. So, he steadied himself and raised his gun, moving down the hallway toward the last apartment. Alarm bells rang in his head, every hair on his body stood on end as his instincts told him to run.

There was no door to this apartment, the wind whistled loudly through it unhindered. Tangerine’s heart was doing double time as he very slowly crept inside. This apartment was the same as all the others they checked, there was no evidence that anyone was here—but there was an inherently wrong feeling to it. Turning the corner, he faced the shorter apartment hallway. The door to the bedroom at the end was open, a window let the last rays of sun in.

And to the side of the room, just peeking out beyond the doorway, was what looked like a small child covered in blankets, laying down, back turned toward him. They were surrounded by trash and debris that was ruffled slightly by the wind. A fuzzy patch of blonde hair poked over the top of the blankets. He squinted trying to see properly. In his sudden confusion and alarm, he moved directly for the room, trying to get a better look.

The child wasn’t moving or breathing.

A million thoughts raced through his head at once, clouding his mind. Did Fox try to take another child? Was that her in the red jacket—it might be, but why didn’t he think so?

As he passed through the room’s doorway, feet shuffling on the rubbish, he was very close to reaching out and shaking the child’s shoulder. But he stopped.

He could see now that it was a very large doll, shaped extraordinarily similar to a real child, wrapped in blankets. A dead eye and painted rosy cheek stared at the wall away from him.

And then something simultaneously clicked in his mind.

He didn’t think the woman in red was Fox because her movement didn’t match. He’d watched that video over and over again, memorizing it.

The way she glides.

They’d been lured here.

Tangerine was mid turn when a hard kick sent him reeling back and stumbling over the doll. The sound of rustling trash and then fast tugging rope sliced through the whistling of the wind, a split second later his head hit the floor with a crack and his world was up-ended.

The hit wasn’t hard enough to render him unconscious, but he did feel warmth blossom against his temple and slide slowly down to mix into his hair. He groaned, momentarily dazed until his arms, hanging limply by his head, were swiftly pulled back and something zipped them together and pinned them to his belt loop behind his back.

Blinking furiously, his senses snapped awake with a rush of adrenaline when he couldn’t separate his hands or move his arms. He was upside down; something tied his feet together and hung him suspended from the ceiling. The source of the hard kick was out of sight where he was facing the window.

Before he could form another sluggish thought he was roughly spun around toward the doorway.

And he came face to face with Fox.

She was crouched down, level with him. Darkness shrouded part of her face, but her eyes seemed to glint in the dark as she observed him with a dark curiosity. His upside-down view made it difficult to take in all the features of her face, but he recognized those eyes. His breath came out ragged as she remained silent and tilted her head to the side.

There was a shout from Lemon in the hallway.

Tangerine filled his lungs with breath, about to scream to his brother, when a hand clamped over his mouth and nose. He thrashed trying to shake it off, but it remained.

There was a quiet shuffling as Fox fluidly moved around to crouch behind him. He felt the cool touch of metal on the other side of his cheek, it was a rounded surface—long and cylinder shaped. A silenced gun. The barrel pointed toward the doorway. He could see the end of it in the corner of his eye.

There was another shout from Lemon, this time sounding really worried.

Her breath was hot against the back of his ear; the touch of soft lips ghosted across his skin as she breathed, “Make a sound, and I’ll shoot before he has a chance to come in.”

Tangerine gave her a small nod and she very, very slowly raised her hand from his mouth. The gun was kept against his cheek, pointing out the doorway and down the hall. Her breath continued to hit his skin in relaxed and even measures. It spread goose bumps and sent shivers up and down his spine.

Deft fingers moved into his vest pocket and pulled out the contents. The sound of his tie sliding out and the knuckle dusters clink as they bounced off the ground, was overshadowed by the soft hum of satisfaction she made as her hand closed around his phone. Or rather, Mother Vati’s phone.

Lemon’s call was getting closer as he moved from apartment to apartment. Tangerine resisted the urge to call out, the cool feeling of the steel against his skin a reminder of Fox’s threat. A pit of anxiety collected in his stomach as he wondered what she would do when Lemon eventually found them.

A bright light lit up in the corner of tangerine’s eye as Fox attempted to get into the phone. There were a few disappointed clicks of her tongue when she found it was passcode protected. He heard her shuffle behind him, and felt the light brush of her cheek against his. Her hand comes into view, holding the phone up, its screen is black but has static on it.

She sounds like she’s smiling as she whispers to him, “A little something to remember me by.”

An intense, bright flash lights up the room, making Tangerine squint his eyes and flinch away. The after-flash blinds him as he opens his eyes and blinks furiously to clear them. The phone is slipped back into his vest pocket.

Warm, gentle fingers brush at the skin of his neck, along the chain of his necklace.

Her velvety voice is enough to make him dizzy. “And something to remember you by.”

He struggles, grunts a no, and does his best to stop her—but she’s already delicately slipped it over his head. She gives him a pleased hum. “Tell Victoria I said hello.”

There’s a clatter at the front of the apartment, Lemon was on his way in.

The metal of the gun disappeared, leaving a cool sensation on his skin, and a second later Tangerine was roughly shoved. As he spins by the rope suspending him, he catches a glimpse of her moving smoothly out through the window, the starry night sky outlines her as she turns to look back inside.

Maybe it was a trick of the shadows, but he thought she winked at him.

. . .

The sound of a plastic spoon scraping the side of a half empty noodle cup filled the small abandoned apartment room. This one was less run down than the others, kept clean by a daily sweeping; the debris and trash thrown out. A thin cot laying on the ground was pushed into a corner, a threadbare blanket folded neatly on top. Next to the cot was a dim, battery powered, plastic lantern. Something tacky you could find from a gift shop. It had done a fine job of lighting the little space the past few nights; not too bright, but enough to see with.

At the moment, a woman wearing a red jacket was sitting on the edge of the cot, finishing her cup of noodles contently. As she slurped down her dinner she would observe the details of the room with open curiosity.

The owner of the cot, and the entire room for the matter, was perched on the nearby window; back leaned up against the sill, one leg hanging down inside casually. She was staring out into the dark night with a faraway look. Wrapped around her hand and wrist was a gold necklace with a circular pendant. Occasionally, she would fiddle with it, twirling it between her fingers as she sat deep in thought.

Now empty, the noodle cup was set down and the woman in red yawned, stretching her arms over her head. She addressed her companion with an easy, relaxed tone. “So, should I try again tomorrow?”

Long silence creates a gap in conversation, but it isn’t filled with anxiety, it’s comfortable, contemplative. Finally, the woman in the window replies as she pulls something from her pocket. “No, go home.” She tosses a small roll of cash, the woman on the cot catches it with interest, but continues listening. “Try to stay inside for the next few days—and avoid this area…this is gonna get a lot worse before it can get better.”

She returns to watching the events outside. Below her, people wearing teal-colored clothes drag orange clad bodies into a gruesome pile. The area has a few dark stains on the pavement, bullet holes decorate the surrounding buildings. A few stand around a bonfire made up of old furniture; they’re celebrating a victory.

The gold pendant twirls between her fingers again.

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[yuukei-yikes]

umm my kgpr headcanon is um... that when momo and shintaro introduces the dan to their mom (like how they come hang out at kisaragi home etc) slowly kisaragi mama realizes "these kids are going about without parents or guardians???!!!" and she gets all auntie mode when she can, like gifting them food and other stuff like clothes, but mostly food.

YEAHHHHH!!!!! I LOVE THIS HEADCANON

GOD i have so many kisaragi mama hcs. like. her husband died. she's doing badly economically to the point she has to unwillingly rely on her daughter being an idol. her brilliant son has shut himself in his room and is depressed. like this lady is kinda miserable right.

and then all of a sudden momo takes a break from being an idol?? shintaro is out of his room?? theyre... TALKING TO EACH OTHER...?? AND.... THEY BOTH HAVE FRIENDS?!?! what!!! SHE WOULD WANNA KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!

she keeps asking to meet all their buddies and that she's gonna bake and maybe they can sleep over if they want :3 momo and shintaro are like EUGH. well shintaro is. i think momo's immediately like WE NEED TO TELL MOM ABOUT THE RED EYES SITUATION 💖

i also think shintaro and momo keep arguing about it because momo wants their mom to know about the mekakushi dan and just everything that happened because. ok and she's RIGHT: momo's like. OUR MOM IS WORRIED!!! AND WE ARE BASICALLY THE ONLY ONES WITH A MOM!!! and not only are both of us involved in this but DAD IS TOO!!!

like both shintaro and momo have powers and also THEIR DAD IS STUCK IN THE DAZE. momo's so desperate to come clean to kisaragi mama bc come onnn their mom is like a super lost outsider who just wants to be close to her kids especially now that they seem so much more cheerful and are like. moving forward with their lives. but shintaro's more unwilling because. DUDE SHES GONNA LOSE HER MIND ALSO SHE WONT BELIEVE US🙄

lol i think momo brings it to Mekakushi Dan Sit Down Meeting to discuss it. like CAN I PLEASE tell my mom abt this. and shintaro keeps arguing that she won't believe them and she'll think theyre doing drugs. then ayano offers to use favoring to make her understand better (not gory parts or anything just Help Her Understand) and everyone else is like yeah we can show her our powers too :3 the dan WOULD KEEP HIDING their powers but i think they'd all see momo's point and would be willing to show them to kisaragi mama. because this is their mom and her whole family is involved and she sorta deserves answers to questions she doesn't even know she has. also everyone kind of just does whatever ayano says and ayano is like WE ARE MEETING MRS. KISARAGI RIGHT NOW

also when shintaro and momo tell their mom ok our friends are coming over and we're gonna Tell You Something. she's super over the moon but she's also like. OUR?? U GUYS HAVE THE SAME FRIENDS?? and is also a lot more surprised when like 9 people come over. like holy shit. THATS A LOT OF FRIENDS

and erm. yeah. goes as you'd expect. she freakout she thinks theyre on drugs then believes them then she cries then momo cries then shintaro cries and everyone hugs💖🙏 also there is NO WAY shintaro and momo never met their dad in the daze after dying in other routes, like kido meets rin in novel route!! they 100% did and shintaro would remember. thats also a whole thing he would talk to momo and eventually his mom about. i always get emotional because even if we dont know that much about their dad, in the novels shintaro mentions he'd feel so weird seeing him again and wonders what would he think of having such a loser as a son and it makes me fucking cry. just... imagining their daze reunion and their dad is so emotional bc last time he saw them they were just little kids. BWAA BWAAA

ANYWAYS COMING BACK TO UR THING YEAH SHE MOMS THE HELL OUT OF EVERYBODY. i agree i think she'd insist to have them over for dinner so often. and it'd be so funny because the mekatrio+mary are specifically SO socially awkward. the best is seto bc he's used to talking to grownups at his jobs but kido kano and mary are like. FROZEN.

and my point with kisaragi mama knowing abt everything is that she wouldn't just know that most of them are orphans but like. she'd know that all their parents died horrific deaths.

and ok for characters like hibiya and hiyori this is ALL headcanon territory but i hc hibiya's dad to be Fucking Awful and his mom is rly nice but married to An Awful Guy. and hiyori's parents are kinda too demanding/strict so she can't rly connect with them and both hibiya and hiyori grew up finding comfort in hibiya's mom. BUT WHEN IN THE CITY they stay with the kisaragis because of momo of course but also because kisaragi mama is like ERM. YEAH. IM SUPERVISING THESE LITTLE KIDS‼️‼️‼️ and she sorta adopts them the same way momo did. they're shintaro's little siblings by proxy augh theyre a fucking family *goes crazy*

there's also characters like haruka and takane, they arent orphans either but. erm. well. i dont wanna talk for 1 million years so ill leave it there

my point is kisaragi mama moms everyone💖🙏

#ask tag #headcanons

[blake-wukong]

Given the rwby fandom is what it is, I'm hoping there's no romance of any kind going forward in the anime. Toxic shipping corrupted the fandom and the writing in original RWBY and I'd like that stuff far away from the anime. Focus on the stuff that brings fans together not drive them apart.👍

The thing about having a romance subplot & shipping, is that it’s suppose to be fun. It’s suppose to be enjoyable & give audience some sense of relief from the actual plot. It’s just meant to be something to enjoy if you aren’t a fan of romance or shipping or if the ship is straight or not. Sometimes it can contribute to world building.

What ruins it are the people. In RWBY’s unique case it’s the lack of proper character writing AND the people.

Somebody mentioned this before & even hbomberguy also provided evidence that the characters Ruby, Weiss, Blake, & Yang, were all just fighting styles & colors before they were flushed out characters. Monty would animate the fights first & THEN Miles & Kerry would write the story to piece it all together.

I have said this before a long time ago, but I only ever touched on it briefly. Having improper or unfinished characters can lead the audience into have some vastly different assumptions about who they are, their motives, & even their character moments. Let me clear this up; It’s a good character if when we see a character moment & the audience is able to come to the same conclusion. An example is Nobara from JJK or Eren from AOT.

Nobara in EP 17 makes it clear in her conversation with Momo that; “I don’t care about your ‘women this’ or ‘men have to be that!’ I love myself when I’m pretty & all dressed up & I love myself when I’m kicking ass.” That she doesn’t give a fuck about gender roles or whatever. While she didn’t have enough screen time in season one of JJK, her character has remain consistent & because of that, in this moment the audience just learns more about her. Some people will say oh she doesn’t care about the patriarchy, others will say she just doesn’t care what people have to say. Regardless the thing that stays consistent that 90% of the audience will agree with is that she’s a very confident girl who simply doesn’t give a fuck about what anybody says. People will take away from this moment with different ideas, but again the people will & should have some similar interpretations.

Our main girls from RWBY are not flushed out enough to give people the same or similar interpretations. As someone who use to have childish arguments about the BlackSun vs BumbleBy (Cause let’s be honest, it’s mainly these two who have been at war & are what ruined the fandom) ship let me just say people will come out having vastly different interpretations of any of the moments these three characters in particular had.

From how Blake & Sun meant to Yang opening up to Blake. BlackSun moment was clearly romantic because of the angelic music along with the wink. However BB would argue that Yang opening up to Blake about her mother was also romantic because of the sunset lighting & Yang’s wink along with her subtitle pun. Even though we don’t know anything about the queer community or queer culture in the world of RWBY so wtf does “And if you feel like coming out” suppose to mean? But many argue it’s a valid argument because of queer subtext. There isn’t any. (We’ll get to V6) Most if these are just headcanons & people would take their headcanon & run with it.

People will say Blake & Yang have the closest relationship which is actually very false. Rewatch all of V1 to V3 & if you count how many one on one conversations they had; it’s less than five. But people will insist because Blake called out to Yang during the Torwick fight & because Yang opened up to Blake & because Blake didn’t know to trust Yang while Yang was crying that it means something when this is just simply stretching. Unless we see some flashback moments that indicate they had more going on, these moments literally mean nothing. But still they are given to us & we have to intérprete them but we still don’t have anything. One can easily ignore these moments, others can say Yang is just really sensitive since she’s got tempered or some will say they are gay. Again we don’t know because they were never fully developed nor were their interactions.

Yet somehow Yang opening up to Blake is seen as romantic by many, but Blake opening up to Sun about her past, Adam, & how she feels about her teammates isn’t. It’s just a girl & guy being friends. Yang pushing Blake to open up is romantic (She never did btw), but Sun following Blake to make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless like fighting the white fang on her own (Valid assumption btw) is seen as pushy & stalker behavior. Wat were some clues that Blake felt stalk or said Sun was stalking her? He clearly didn’t know what we’re her motivations. He assumed his assumption because of past experiences of Blake said she felt responsible. This is the most consistent & common interpretation, but again we don’t know for sure because Sun never said that this was the reason why he felt motivated to follow her. However to others, because Blake didn’t know he was following her, it’s seen as stalking or trying to get into her pants because Sun also doesn’t have a character & people are quick to call him an incel. You can bring up Blake’s line of “No concept of privacy,” in V4 but what does that even allude too? Sun following her or Sun standing outside the door? Was Sun actually listening in or was he trying to see when the conversation was over? Again not just shippers, but the audience is torn between two very different ideas & can not come up with a consistent interpretation. This is not good writing.

So again because of lack of actual character development & proper structures, the audience is left with so little information that we have to piece it all together with headcanons & theories & vastly different interpretations that leads to nothing but toxicity & childish arguments.

Personally I agree with your statement anon. However if the characters are flushed out perfectly, maybe then we can have an actual romance subplot without such a negativity to follow along with it

#anonymous #asks #blacksun #bumbleby #rwby shipping #rwby ships #nobara kugisaki #jjk #rwby

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - August 15th

AFAB!Reader x Hirai Momo x Minatozaki Sana x Park Jihyo

Word Count: 7166

Contents: foursome, truth or dare, fingering, dom!Momo, dom!Jihyo, sub!reader, implied switch!Sana, teasing, hair pulling, use of titles (Mommy, Mistress), use of pet names (baby), breast play, clit stimulation, tribbing, choking, slight scratching, oral (reader receiving), praise, over-stimulation, crying

You dried off your body as you sat up on the deck of the pool in the dark. Momo, Sana, and Jihyo were all climbing out from the evening swim you’d taken. You looked at your watch, knowing that Momo and Sana couldn’t stay out too late, not when Nayeon had so graciously agreed to watch their campers, but only for a bit.

Jihyo threw you each a boogie board to sit on instead of the hard concrete and you relaxed back in the warm August night. A breeze was blowing through but it only carried more hot air, though it felt perfect for drying off.

“That was fun,” Sana chimed. “We should do that more often.”

“We can only get Nayeon to babysit so many times,” Momo chuckled.

“I can only do this sparingly,” Jihyo said. “I mean I don’t think Hongseok would be that mad, but if Seungcheol caught us…”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, laying your towel over the boogie board and sitting on it. “Hongseok is getting to be a bit more of a stick in the mud in his old age.”

“You say that like you didn’t fuck him in his office,” Jihyo laughed.

“Shut up,” you giggled, throwing a stray boogie board at her which she managed to catch anyway.

“Didn’t you say something about the showers after?” Jihyo questioned.

“We didn’t do anything in the showers,” you said, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Yeah,” said Sana. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck them in the showers.” Everyone laughed at her comment.

“That explains why you came back with wet hair the other day.” Momo said.

“At least tonight we have towels,” you chuckled.

“I might have forgotten the towels,” Sana confessed with a sheepish grin, blushing while Jihyo and Momo burst into laughter.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, Sana,” Momo giggled.

“It’s a good thing Minji was willing to bring us towels,” you chuckled.

“Well luckily everyone can dry off comfortably now,” Jihyo said. “How much later do you guys wanna stay?”

“We still have time,” Momo said. “Nayeon said she would stay until just before lights out, she’s checking the cabins tonight anyway so as long as we’re back by 10 we’re fine.”

“We could play a game,” You offered.

“Ohhhh we could play truth or dare,” Sana said excitedly.

“That ought to be interesting,” Momo chuckled.

“Why not?” you laughed. You could already tell Sana was plotting ideas. She was bound to make it sexual right out of the gate but you didn’t mind all that much. It would at least be fun. You were feeling slightly better now. Things were still far from normal between you and Wonwoo but at the very least you could hold a casual conversation again without it feeling massively awkward or like pulling teeth to get an answer. So that was something.

“So long as it doesn’t get too out of hand,” Jihyo said, chewing on her lip.

“See now you sound like Seungcheol,” Momo teased.

“I do not,” she whined. “I’m fun!”

“Fine, then truth or dare?” Momo asked.

“Truth.”

“Figures.”

Jihyo grabbed a nearby pool noodle to whack Momo. “Just ask me a question.”

“Is it true you guys have orgies in Cabin Hydrus?”

Even in the moonlight you could see Jihyo blush deeply. “I-I wouldn’t call them orgies.”

You and Sana squealed while Momo laughed.

“If you’re all having sex than it’s an orgy,” Momo said.

“Hold on, why was I not invited?” You asked.

“You’re not in the cabin,” Jihyo said.

“Yeah but we’re in the same department,” you whined.

“Okay but you’re in a boat usually,” Sana said. “They like to get wet.”

“Okay okay,” Jihyo said, trying to hush you all a bit. “Momo, truth or dare?”

“Dare because I’m not afraid.”

“Whisper a secret to me.”

“Oh my god, you are getting boring,” Momo said, crawling over to her. You couldn’t hear what she said but you saw the look of surprise that crossed Jihyo’s face as she heard the secret.

“Wait really?” Jihyo asked. Momo nodded with a slight grin.

“What was it?” Sana pouted.

“Sorry, can’t tell you,” Momo giggled. “She should have told me to tell the whole group.” Momo looked at you. “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll go with dare.”

“Take your top off.”

You felt heat rush to your skin as the others giggled. “Hold on, you just had to whisper a secret and I have to take my tits out?”

“You really should be prepared for anything,” She shrugged. “You can switch the truth, but only once.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you muttered, pulling down the straps on your bathing suit top. You didn’t look any of them in the eye as you took your arms out of the straps and pushed it down just enough to rest under your breasts, thankful for the warm night so the air didn’t chill you.

You would have thought by this point in the summer this wouldn’t feel so embarrassing and yet…

“Okay, Sana,” you said, very aware of how she was now staring at your chest. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmmmm truth,” She said. 

“Ummm,” you wracked your brain for a good question. “How many times have you faked an orgasm?”

“I never fake an orgasm!” she said. “I want them to know if they do a bad job.”

Momo nudged her hard and gave her a pointed look.

“Okay, well I don’t anymore.”

You and Jihyo snorted.

“Some people just cannot figure out how to get me off, not like it’s that hard,” she muttered. “Anyway, Jihyo, truth or dare?”

“I don’t trust you at all,” Jihyo said.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Sana grinned. “And you said truth last time.”

“Fine, dare.”

“Perfect,” she smiled brightly. “I dare you to do a pole dance with an imaginary pole.”

Jihyo flushed red, visible even in the darkness, as she stood up. You tried for a moment to forget about how bare you were as you watched her in all of her embarrassment, trying to be sexy while Sana hummed music and Momo giggled. She was quick to sit back down, letting her hair partially fall in her face.

Jihyo said your name. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m going for truth this time,” you said.

“What’s your body count for this summer?”

“Oh geez,” you said, looking up at the sky. “Give me a second.” The girls all giggled as you counted out on your fingers, trying to remember everyone. “Wait is it just sex or anyone I’ve fooled around with?”

“Include anyone you fooled around with,” Said Sana.

“Then, god I think it’s 18?” You said, hoping you weren’t forgetting anyone. “That kinda blows Soonyoung out of the water.”

“Congrats,” snickered Momo. “You’re the resident whore.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, grabbing a wayward pool noodle and whacking her with it as she giggled.

“Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Hmmm dare,” she said.

You grinned. “I dare you to play with your nipples for the rest of the game.”

Sana giggled while Jihyo looked between you two, a little panicked. “See when I said not to get out of hand-”

“You say that like it’s hard,” Momo chuckled, pinching her nipples through her swimsuit top and rolling them slowly, clearly more than happy to be giving herself pleasure. “Sana, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said easily.

“Show us a fake orgasm.”

“You guys!” Jihyo hissed.

Sana blushed, biting down on her finger coyly. “You really wanna see it?”

“Oh shut up and do it,” you laughed, nudging her knee with your foot. Jihyo was looking over her shoulder towards the camp building, clearly worried someone would notice your increasingly risque game.

Sana, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. She rested back on her elbows before letting out a moan, legs rubbing together and squirming as if she was actually experiencing pleasure. You watched as her mouth fell open, brows knitting together and eyes falling closed as her back arched and she let out very convincing moans that climbed higher and higher in her voice.

You couldn’t help the way it sent thrills of arousal through your body. You shifted a little, pressing your thighs together as you watched and listened to her. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Momo pinching her own nipples a little harder and Jihyo biting down on her bottom lip.

Sana drew her knees up close to her, head falling back in a beautiful, high cry as she “finished,” even managing to have her legs shaking a little and letting out heavy breaths as she opened her eyes. Whether she still did it or not in bed, she was very good at it.

“O-Okay,” Said Jihyo. “Maybe not so loud,” she glanced over her shoulder again, trying to shift her thighs inconspicuously. “B-But let’s keep playing.”

“Okay,” purred Sana. “Truth or dare?” Her voice was much more sultry and it was doing you no favours. By the looks of it you weren’t alone in that.

“Uh, dare?” Jihyo said.

Sana grinned, “I dare you to give me a hickey.” Jihyo seemed surprised at the relatively tame request but Momo was eyeing Sana.

“You are such a whore,” she snickered.

“I’ve done nothing,” Sana said innocently, batting her eyelashes as Jihyo crawled towards her. She rested back as Jihyo kissed low on her chest, pushing down the top of her swimsuit before sucking the skin between her lips.

Sana let her head fall back, letting out a moan, you hugged your knees to your chest, shifting again as more heat started to pool between your legs. She was putting on a show now, and you were sure the whole goal was to rile all of you up. It was working too. Somewhere in the back of your mind you questioned how you had become friends with so many people that liked to initiate orgies.

Jihyo pulled back, a fresh, dark bruise blossoming on Sana’s chest. Sana smiled at her cutely.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo taking a deep breath, looking like she could just about devour Sana but restraining herself instead and sitting back on her heels.

“Momo,” Jihyo sniffed, regaining her composure. “Truth or dare?”

“I haven’t picked truth yet,” her voice still sounded even but the way she subtly  squirmed her body told you she was very much turned on.

Jihyo sighed, thinking for a moment. “Tell us about one of your favourite porn tropes.”

“See that’s a good question,” she smirked. “I really love the ones where a group of girls all gang up on one girl. Sometimes they’re cheerleaders, maybe lifeguards. The all hold down the one girl and make her cum until she can’t think of anything else and it’s the best fuck she’s ever had.”

Whether she was trying to toy with Sana or Jihyo you didn’t know but you did know that it was getting to you. Without warning your brain started swimming in images of the three of them surrounding you, all pleasuring you at once. Your fingers curled into the hem of your swimsuit as more asorual rushed through your body at the sudden but not unwelcome mental images.

What you absolutely could have done without though, was the whimper that escaped your lips.

You quickly looked around at all three of them, feeling heat licking at your skin and suddenly wishing for a cool breeze. None of them said a word about your outburst, but the looks on their faces made it clear they had all heard you.

“Sana,” Momo said. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmm, truth,” she said.

Momo nodded towards you with a smug look on her face. “If you could do anything to them right now, what would you do?”

“H-Hey!” You cried, curling in on yourself. Momo was definitely just trying to mess with you now. Jihyo, however, just bit her lip, invested in whatever Sana was going to say.

“I just want to eat them out,” she smirked, though her voice was sweet. “I only got such a little taste last time. I just want to push them back and hold their legs open and taste them. I want them dripping on my tongue. I want to know just how wet they’ve been getting watching everything.”

You knew that Sana knew she was making it worse. You did your best to hold still but something about having others around emboldened her. She was far less sweet and far more teasing. You could feel the others with their eyes on you even though your gaze was locked with Sana’s.

Heat licked at your skin as it curled down your spin. You knew you were wet at this point, though your body had long dried from the pool. But the more they talked the more your need grew, even if you were determined to hide just how much everything was affecting you.

“Does that sound good to you?” Sana asked sweetly.

“It sounds fine.” Your voice was so breathy and obviously turned on it wasn’t even funny. Sana looked so very proud of herself as Momo and Jihyo regarded you with the gazes of lionesses just waiting to pounce on their prey.

“Truth or dare?” Sana asked sweetly.

There was no good option at this point.

“Dare?”

A smirk curled Sana’s lips. “I dare you to finger yourself.”

It was a mark of how much the mood had shifted that nobody giggled. Jihyo looked mildly surprised, though more interested in if you would actually do it. Momo was unphased, only expectant.

You felt your skin burning as you looked down.

“C-Come on,” you mumbled. “You already made me half strip.”

“Well if you’re going to forfeit,” Sana said.

“That’d be no fun,” Momo added. “Sana even showed us a fake orgasm.”

“You made Momo play with her nipples,” Sana said.

“Okay,” you said. You spread your legs just the smallest bit, hyper aware of the way they were watching you. You bit down on your lip as you pushed your hand into your swimsuit bottoms. One hand came up to hold your breast, if for no other reason than to cover you a little bit. You slipped your hand down until your fingers found your clit, biting back the moan that threatened to leave your lips at the touch. Of course you were already wet and sensitive, of course it was going to be harder to keep yourself quiet now.

“Wh-Who wants to be-”

“Hold on,” Jihyo stopped you from moving the game along. Apparently she wanted in on the fun now too. “Are you fingering yourself or just touching yourself?”

“I-I”

“Oh naughty,” Sana chided. “The dare was to finger yourself.”

“I know that,” you mumbled. They were all shifting a little closer now, watching you intently. You couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement from all the attention. Some part of you wanting even more and your mind refusing to stop playing images of them taking you all at once. Your own finger slid lower. You were still covering yourself shyly as much as you could as you pressed the finger into your heat.

No amount of lip biting or self control could stop the moan that left your lips. Each of them pressed even closer to you as you stopped moving your finger, face burning and butterflies in your stomach. Jihyo reached out to touch you, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“Sh-Should we move on?” You asked quietly, already knowing the game was long gone from everyone’s minds.

“You’ve barely shown us anything,” Momo said. “You need to properly finger yourself.”

“You need to let us see,” Sana smirked, settling right next to you, her hand landing on your knee. Your body tensed a little but Jihyo hushed you and as you relaxed the two of them pulled your legs apart to see you properly as you slowly curled your finger inside yourself, only doing so halfheartedly and trying to make sense of your overwhelming feelings. You were embarrassed beyond belief but you also couldn’t deny that the ways they were looking at you, the light touches of Sana’s and Jihyo’s fingers, the attention, was turning you on even more. It had you clenching around your finger.

It was no secret to yourself that you wanted this to continue.

“Looks like one part of your suit didn’t quite dry,” Momo murmured. Her fingers reached out to trace the edge of your swimsuit at the apex of your thigh. You took in a sharp breath at the feeling, some part of your brain wondering if you should outright ask them for more.

“I-I It’s still wet,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure it’s still wet?” Jihyo purred, leaning in a little closer to your ear. “Are you sure it’s not freshly wet?”

“It’s- I mean-”

“It’s not very nice to lie to us,” Momo added, sounding more stern than Jihyo had.

“I think we’ll need to see for ourselves.” Sana added.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what she was getting at, or where this seemed to be headed. Still, you looked at Sana with wide eyes at her suggestion as Momo hooked her fingers into the waist of your swimsuit bottoms. Sana simply gave you a smirk and Momo looked up at you expectantly. You looked over at Jihyo and she brought her hand up to caress your cheek.

“Can you show us?” She asked softly, really looking to see if you wanted to continue. You nodded slowly for her and she grinned.

Momo pulled off the bottoms of your swimsuit and you let your hand fall away, pulling your finger away from your core. Jihyo shifted partially behind you, pulling off the top of your swimsuit and leaving you bare as they spread your legs again. Each of them let out a moan or whine at the sight of your body and your glistening core. You only took a quick peek at your own pussy before looking away, unable to shake the shyness nor the embarrassment and very aware that they only made you hornier.

“You look so pretty,” Sana moaned, fingers dragging through your folds and sparking pleasure inside you. Jihyo sat behind you, leaning you back against her as Momo ran her fingers over your thighs.

“Fuck, and you got me all turned on, too,” you said, breathiness finally showing in her voice.

“You two could put on a nice little show for them,” Jihyo murmured. “I think I need to help them with their fingering technique.”

Momo was almost rough as she grabbed Sana’s hair, earning a moan from Sana as she pulled her closer. You watched Momo strip off her swimsuit in the moonlight, throwing it aside. Your eyes couldn’t help but rove over her form, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the swell of her breasts, down to her waist and the curve of her hips as she seated herself, spreading her legs and pulling Sana closer.

Sana kissed her feverishly, wasting no time in sinking two fingers into Momo’s awaiting core. Momo let out a moan, knee falling to the side so you could see just what Sana was doing as she started to finger her.

“They look good, don’t they,'' Jihyo hummed, her hand wrapped around you and her fingers found your clit, teasing you lazily.

“Th-They do,” you whimpered, squirming in her grasp. You were already very turned on and the pressure she put on your small bundle of nerves was easily making you wetter and needier. Your whole body felt hot as you melted back into her, desiring nothing more than more of her touch.

Jihyo brought a hand up to your chest.

“You and Sana are turning out to be a lot of fun,” she purred. “Momo is certainly enjoying her.”

Momo let out a moan, her fingers tangled firmly in Sana’s hair as her head fell back. She pushed Sana’s head down roughly and Sana took one of Momo’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. Her fingers curled into Momo quickly and you could imagine, could remember how good it felt.

“And you're just too cute,” Jihyo teased. You let out a whimper as she tugged on your nipple, fingers pressing a little harder against your clit and circling just a little faster. Not fully giving you what you craved.

“You are so adorable when you get shy,” She said, making you look away from her. “Even now when I’ve got your legs open. You’re all spread out to the world and you’re still being shy for me. It’s just precious.”

Her words were only turning you on more as you squirmed, trying to rock you hips against her hand for more. The sight in front of you was incredibly arousing, and the way Jihyo moved her fingers had tension building in your body already. Even still, your core was very aware of what it was missing and you found your hands curling into the towel under you as you wondered if Jihyo would try and tell you off for fingering yourself.

“You’ve got such cute tits,” she hummed, tugging on your nipple again. “Does it feel good when I get a little rough with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Come on,” she said, squeezing your breast roughly. “You know I have a title.”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” the words dripped from your lips just the way arousal dripped from your cunt. The word managed to turn you on even more, something about the feeling of it leaving your lips was making your head spin. You were starting to feel desperate, squirming more in her grasp as the tension in your body built slowly, but not as fast as you wanted it.

“Very good,” Jihyo hummed. “You should look at your cute little pussy, baby.” 

You whined at the pet name, somehow even in this state your brain still had the capacity for shame, though you were sure it wouldn’t take too long before that was gone too. Still, you looked down at your pussy just as she said. Even the moonlight you could see how much her touch was affecting you, already a little swollen from her teasing.

It just made you want to cum even more. Momo’s moans and curses weren’t letting up and Sana was letting out moans of her own, particularly each time Momo pulled her hair. Her ass and thighs kept shifting and rolling as they searched for some kind of friction while she fucked Momo with her fingers. 

Their sounds were filling your mind and making you clench around the utter nothing in your cunt. Even though you could get to your high eventually, it was clear Momo was getting closer to hers and you were still frustratingly far from your own, wanting Jihyo to go a little harder, a little faster, instead of taking her time.

You reached a hand between her legs. There was no way she wouldn’t notice, but maybe-

Jihyo grabbed your wrist sharply, pulling your hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.

“I w-want to cum,” you mumbled pitifully.

“So I’m not doing a good job?” She questioned.

“N-No you-”

“You have to do it yourself? I’m not treating you well?”

“N-No th-that’s not- I-I just wanted-” You were shrinking into her, complete putty in her hands now. She was making you feel good, just not fast enough. “I-I want to cum now.”

“I see,” she said. For a moment you were afraid she would pull away and you thought it might just make you cry if she didn’t give you any more attention. But her hand came back to your clit, rubbing much more roughly as her other hand moved to play with your other nipple roughly.

“I’m so nice to you, baby,” she said. “I’ll make you cum. I’ll make sure we keep you cumming until I think you’ve had enough. Does that sound good?”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” you moaned, back arching as tension started through your body, winding you tight. Jihyo’s fingers teased your nipple roughly and her hand didn’t let up on your clit.

“You’re going to cum for me just like this,” she said. “I’m not putting anything inside of you. Your greedy little pussy will just have to wait.”

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice as your hips ground and rolled up against her fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut but you could hear Momo moaning out as she came on Sana’s fingers. 

“And you’ll be grateful for every orgasm we give you, tonight,” Jihyo said, warning in her tone.

“Yes Mommy,” you breathed, feeling your whole body pulling tight, every muscle tensed as she brought you right to your edge.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

You cried out as you came, legs trembling but you managed to hold them open. You hips ground in circles as she kept teasing your clit and tugging roughly on your nipples while pleasure washed over you, enveloping your senses.

“Th-Thank you, Mommy,” you already knew you had made a mistake tonight and you didn’t want to make more. Her fingers kept teasing you, though much slower. It was still enough to have you jolting and squirming and whimpering in her grasp as she looked up at Momo and Sana.

“Momo,” she called.

You opened your eyes, seeing Momo smirking at you. “Yes?”

“I’d love some time to play with Sana,” Jihyo said. “But they’re just so desperate to keep cumming.” She squeezed your thighs. “They nearly started touching themselves. Do you think you can come over here and help them?”

“Of course,” Momo grinned, releasing Sana’s hair. Jihyo moved away and you managed to sit up as Momo came over and took her place. She was gentle as she rested her legs on either side of you but you knew it wouldn’t last long with how she was with Sana. You bit down on your lip, holding in your whimpers as she dragged her nails over your skin while you watched Jihyo pull off her swimsuit, instructing Sana to do the same. Sana scrambled to follow her lead as you felt Momo’s fingers trail towards your core.

Jihyo gently sat Sana back and spread her legs. You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo lower herself onto Sana, starting to grind her pussy against Sana’s and holding onto her leg for support. Sana let out a cute, whiny moan, while Jihyo let out a low groan, leaning forwards to stick a finger in Sana’s mouth and murmuring something to her that you couldn’t hear.

You gasped as you felt Momo spreading your lower lips with one hand and finding you clit with the other. She looked down over your shoulder as she tapped her fingers against your clit quickly. Even though it wasn’t too rough you were already sensitive and the sensation made you squirm and whimper and grip her thighs for support.

“Oh, so sensitive,” Momo teased, rubbing your clit before tapping it again. “It was naughty of you to try and play with yourself.”

“I-I know,” you whimpered.

“Now you better be good for us, can you do that? Can you be good for Mommy and Mistress?”

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped taking her cue. Your legs threatened to close but Momo wasn’t having it.

“Keep them open,” she growled. “I want to see how swollen your pretty little cunt gets when I make you cum.”

“Y-Yes M-Mistress,” You managed, your voice only getting whinier.

“Maybe I should make you cum just like this? What would you say?” She was toying with you, you knew it. But you also knew better than to be a brat at the moment.

“Th-Th- I would- I’d say thank y-you, M-Mistress,” you whimpered, your hips trying to pull away from the quick taps against your sensitive clit. Each one sending an intense jolt of pleasure through your body. But you could only back up into Momo. You had to take it, even though it was already intense and you were only just starting to build to your second orgasm.

“Good job, baby,” she hummed. “Is that what you want?”

You squirmed and whined. Was it a trick or could you actually tell her that your pussy was so frustratingly empty. That you needed something in it.

“You can tell me the truth,” she murmured.

“I-I want s-something inside me,” you moaned, letting out a squeal as her taps got a little bit rougher.

“I can do that for you, baby,” she purred. Finally her fingers relented, one hand slipping down to your core and easily pressing two fingers into you. You moaned out embarrassingly loudly as she curled his fingers into you. After so much waiting the feeling of being full of something was so welcome. Momo’s other hand came up your body and you gasped as she wrapped it around your throat.

“Why don’t you watch the show while I fuck you,” Momo said, squeezing your throat lightly as you brought your eyes up to look at Sana and Jihyo.

Sana’s head had fallen back and her chest was heaving as she gripped Jihyo’s hips. She looked as if she was just on her edge. Though her fake moans had been good, they were nothing compared to the whines and cries falling off her lips now.

Jihyo was grinding down on her hard, moans cascading off her own lips between cooing at Sana and the look of pleasure on her face. She had Sana’s leg up in the air, holding onto it for support while the other rested on Sana’s waist as she chased her high.

You moaned, clenching around Momo’s fingers as they started to fuck into you fast. There was no gentleness to it, moving quickly and nipping at your ear playfully when you let out a broken moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She teased.

“F-Fuck,” your eyelids were heavy as your body started to tense again. Your legs were already shaking and you were clenching around her fingers as she brought you towards your second orgasm. Momo’s hand squeezed around your throat and your eyes flew open.

“What was that?” She growled.

“Y-Yes Mistress. Thank you M-Mistress,” you whined quickly, trying to save face.

“You just can’t quite behave today, can you?” Momo said. Her hand dropped from your neck as Sana started to cum, crying out and shaking underneath Jihyo who was still grinding on her hard.

Momo’s fingers were relentless, fucking into your fast and rough and making your own legs shake. She brought her other hand down to your clit and you cried out as she started to rub it roughly, only able to press back into her as the intense feeling coursed through your body and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Poor baby, are you too sensitive for this? Did I make your poor little cunt too sensitive?” She cooed.

You nodded, unable to give her proper words in response. But you just heard Momo chuckle as you squirmed and wriggled in her grasp.

“That’s too bad, I’m not done with you yet.”

Curses and moans fell off your lips at the nearly overwhelming feeling as she played with your clit just as roughly as her fingers fucked you. Your body tensed as you got close to your edge again. You could hear Jihyo’s moans as she came, which only made you clench around Momo’s fingers more. She nipped at your neck.

“Come on, baby.” She murmured. “Cum again, cum for me.”

You cried out, unable to keep your legs open as your body released. Pleasure coursed through you and you shook from the force of your orgasm, grasping at the towel beneath you and squeezing your eyes shut as Momo brought you through your orgasm.

You were tired and twitching when she finally let up. She was gentle as she pushed your legs open again, only to start tapping her fingers against your clit again.

You couldn’t tell if it was harder than before but it didn’t matter. You were so sensitive that the feeling was verging on painful, but not quite. Even if it was a lot, it still felt good.

“Th-Th- Thank you M-M-Mistress,” you managed as Sana and Jihyo came closer.

“I hope you know I’m not done with you yet,” Momo murmured as she let you lay back on the towel. Sana and Jihyo came to sit on either side of you and you gently reached out to touch them both, finding a spot on each of their thighs as you looked up at Jihyo.

“Can you handle some more, baby?” Jihyo asked.

You nodded, your brain struggling to form words. The nod seemed good enough for her though as she threw some sort of glance at Momo. You felt her push your legs back, opening them wide as you laid on your back and you whimpered, already knowing what was coming.

“Shhh,” Jihyo hushed you as she took your hand, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. “You’re doing so well.”

“And you look so pretty,” Sana added, lying down with you to kiss at your neck. “I still wanna taste you,” she hummed against your skin.

Your mind spun at the idea. You weren’t sure you could handle that much more, but for as overwhelming as it felt, it was also so good. You hadn’t felt this good in a while and you knew when they were done with you you would feel so utterly satisfied.

Sana kissed down to take one of your nipples into her mouth as Momo pressed three fingers into you and drew her tongue over your over-sensitive clit.

Your body jolted and tried to buck up against her as you cried out from the intensity. Momo held you down as she started fingering you quickly again, her tongue lapping over your clit and sending shockwaves through your body each time she did.

Jihyo leaned down over you. “You poor thing, I bet you’re so sensitive now.”

“Y-Yes M-Mommy,” you gasped, gazing up at her. You moaned, back arching off the ground as she took your unattended nipple between her fingers and started rolling it.

“I know, baby,” she cooed. “But you are just so much fun to play with. You sound so cute.”

“You’re so soft,” Sana murmured against you before sucking on your nipple again.

Jihyo threaded her free hand into your hair gently, tilting your head to look at her.

“If it’s too much, just tell me,” her voice was a little more serious. You knew she was checking again, making sure they weren’t pushing you too far. Despite how overwhelming the touch was starting to feel each oragsm that they brought you was better. And your sensitive body was so much faster now, already you could feel the tightening in your core, your body getting tense as your third orgasm approached.

“I-I like it, M-Mommy,” you moaned.

Jihyo smirked down at you, tugging your nipple a little more roughly. “Perfect, baby.”

You panted and moaned and took in the sounds they made. Sana’s were quiet, small sighs and whimpers against your skin, punctuated by words.

“You’re so pretty,” she hummed. “I want to taste you so bad. Everything about you is so divine.”

Her praise only had you clenching around Momo’s fingers more as they fucked into you. Momo let out moans against your core, if only to send the vibrations careening through your nearly fucked out body. She seemed to like it when you squirmed or bucked your hips, holding you still with more force.

The lewd, wet sounds of her fingers fucking you and her tongue lapping at your clit was only adding to everything you were feeling. Your fingers curled around the towel, your other hand grabbing at Sana and holding her close as your body trembled and you managed to look up at Jihyo.

“Are you going to cum for us again, baby?” She grinned.

You could only manage to nod at her, no words forming in your head. Jihyo still played with your hair sweetly.

“Good, cum for us baby.”

You let out a broken cry as you came on Momo’s fingers again. Your cunt squeezed around them tightly as she sucked at your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your back tried to arch up, stopped only by Sana pressing you down as she kept sucking at your nipple. Jihyo played with your other nipple teasing it as you rode through your orgasm until you were twitching and gasping, eyes unable to open.

Momo pulled away from you gently and you laid there, panting as Sana moved away too. Very gently, Jihyo lifted you up a little, laying you back on her but not fully sitting you up, lounging back. You felt Sana pushing your legs up and you whimpered, head lolling to one side. You knew she wanted to taste you but you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

Jihyo pressed a kiss under your ear as she and Momo pulled your thighs back until they were nearly flush with your chest. 

“All you have to say is stop,” she whispered to you. You felt Sana pressing kisses near your core and Momo trailing her fingers over your legs and hips, but they all gave you a moment to think. You managed to open your eyes, gazing down at Sana’s sweet, hopeful expression and feeling arousal course through you.

How were you still needy? You didn’t know. But you did love the attention they were showering you in. It was so nice, felt so good. You bit your lip, taking in the sight of how swollen your pussy was from so much stimulation.

“Just a little more,” you mumbled.

Momo pressed close to you, lips brushing against yours and pressing your thigh more firmly against you as Sana pressed her face closer, her tongue dipping into your dripping core.

“I thought so,” She murmured. “You’re still needy, aren’t you?”

Jihyo chuckled. “Poor baby can’t get enough of us.”

You whimpered and moaned at the feeling of Sana’s tongue starting to fuck into you. The fact that she was moaning as she did so only made it that much worse. The vibration rushed through your body and you trembled from them as Jihyo and Momo continued to tease you.

“You knew it was a bad idea to try and touch yourself,” Jihyo said.

“That was naughty of you,” Momo added, lips just out of reach for a kiss. “And all we did was give you pleasure.”

You cried out, fully meeting her eye as the fingers of her free hand found one of your nipples. She tugged on it roughly before rolling and pinching it between her fingers quickly. You felt yourself clenching around Sana’s tongue as she fucked it into you.

“You are so lucky,” Momo smirked.

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped.

“We’ll keep being nice to you,” Jihyo murmured. “One more orgasm.”

She waited for a moment and though you whimpered at the thought you didn’t protest. The two of them chuckled as Jihyo’s hand slid down your body.

“I knew they were needy,” Momo grinned.

“Such a needy baby,” Jihyo added as her fingers reached your clit and started rubbing, fast and rough.

The sound that made it past your lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream. The feeling was so intense. Sana’s tongue curling into you, Momo’s fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, and Jihyo toying with your poor clit again. Waves of pleasure were washing through you in an overwhelming way as your body jerked and squirmed in their grasp.

Momo dropped her lips to kiss at your neck and chest while Jihyo nipped at your ear.

“This is just what you wanted, right?” She teased. “The center of attention, everyone making you cum until you can’t think straight?”

“Y-Y-Y-” Words refused to form on your tongue but Jihyo seemed to understand you.

“Exactly what you wanted,” her fingers moved even faster and you felt your eyes rolling back then squeezing shut as tears started to prick them. “To be fucked senseless.”

Your body shook as every part of you tensed. The force of your impending release was almost frightening but also so welcoming as stars started bursting behind your eyes.

“Cum for us again baby, just like you wanted. Cum for us and show us just how well we’ve ruined you.”

You nearly screamed out as you came. Momo and Jihyo held your legs open, Jihyo’s fingers and Sana’s tongue not letting up, nor did Momo as your release crashed over you, nearly knocking you out. You felt your world tilting and you head felt fuzzy as your body shook and jerked and squirmed while pleasure completely sucked you under.

A few tears slipped from your eyes and Jihyo pulled her hands away. Momo and Sana followed suit. You couldn’t open your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, babbling out a series of “thank yous” as Jihyo turned you onto your side to cuddle into her chest.

“Good job,” she hummed, rubbing your back. “That was such a good job.”

You felt Sana and Momo’s hands on you two, touching you soothingly as your body shook.

“That was so perfect,” Sana murmured, leaving a series of kisses along your skin.

“You took everything so well for us,” Momo added.

You snuggled into Jihyo's chest more, trying to keep calm while the intensity of it pushed you towards tears. Jihyo pressed a kiss to your head, seeming to read you well.

“You can cry if you need to,” she said softly. You shook your head and she chuckled while an alarm went off. Sana looked around, finding her phone in her bag.

“Oh crap, it’s 10.”

You managed to look up as Momo looked at you worriedly. “We have to go.”

“It’s okay,” your voice was a bit rough as you managed to speak.

Momo gave your thigh a squeeze and Sana kissed your nose as they scrambled to get their things back on before they headed to their cabin. You sat up and Jihyo followed you, not letting you sit up yet.

“Hold on,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to push the swell of emotions down.

Jihyo held your jaw gently, looking at you a little more intently. You felt everything rushing back up to the surface and your face scrunched up as you started to cry.

“I-I’m sorry,” you blubbered as she pulled you against her chest.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, rubbing your back. “That was intense. Just let it all out. You can come stay the night with me if you want.”

“Yes, please,” you sniffled, clinging to her and nuzzling your head into her neck.

#camp north star au #cns au #omg #the unhealthy things i do to finish shit for yall #i should eat #literally a meal #just like one actual meal jfc askjdhaskhjd #twice imagines #twice smut #momo imagines #hirai momo imagines #momo smut #hirai momo smut #sana imagines #sana smut #minatozaki sana imagines #minatozaki sana smut #jihyo imagines #jihyo smut #park jihyo imagines #park jihyo smut

[drunkonmilktea]

hey i don't know if you will ever see this but could you do bnha x mikan tsumiki reader, i really hope i'm not bothering you it's just that i didn't see you saying if you take requests, so i'm really sorry if you don't

Note: Fortunately, I’m still taking request and would love to do this one. However, I want people to remember to be more specific when making a request. Put class 1 a x insert character here reader, or bnha x pro hero insert character here reader. Sorry if this is a lot shorter then my other works similar to this. Coming up with a quirk was a pain and there is definitely way too much

Quirk — Medical Gas&Liquid: Can release various types of gas and liquid from their body. The user can even use it to make different potions by mixing some together. The common use is either having a person enveloped in the healing gas or drink the liquid for healing, but other types of concoctions can be made, and some will lead to explosive results with the right equation. This is more on the magic side, but known chemicals can be made not just made up ones. However, the user must not be fatigue and requirements such as, regular self-care are needed, so the user must take care of themselves and bodily needs to use it effectively.

Class 1-A having a classmate with the same personality and talent as Mikan Tsumiki

Iida: We need a medic!

Izuku: We lost our fucking medic!

Iida: Ahhhhh!!!

You used to be apart of the Support and General Department classes before being transferred to class 1-A. Your first was not exactly the best; you tripped and fell right after you opened the door. Tenya and Momo were nice enough to help you back on your feet, and Mineta was restrained and blinded so he wouldn’t do anything while you in that state.

Because of your quirk and medical knowledge, you are the secondary nurse and often reside there. Plans of you taking over as the main nurse in the future were already being discussed.

Of course, spending all that time in the nurses office meant you had many visits from Midoriya and had already met him on several occasions. You awaited his visits and loved treating him. With him on the bed he had to rely on you, and look at you, and pay attention to… uhh… No, no! You shouldn’t be thinking like that!

Despite all those planned introductions, you couldn’t stop your stuttering and literally cried in front of the class.

You do just fine when it comes to academics. However, fighting is a different story.

Sometimes you go from way too docile to way too scary.

You’d subject yourself to a more passive role and heal your partner or throw small grenades filled with chemicals.

Denki felt like he was in some kind of horror movie while he tried evading you and your giant syringe. Most of your classmates brush incidents like this off as they don’t want to put pressure on you by talking about it.

Because of your role as a secondary nurse, you are often put in charge when dealing with your classmates injuries. Bakugo used to bark at you and insisted he never wanted, not needed, your help; Kirishima and Denki even once had to hold him down and keep his mouth shut so you could do your thing.

Momo and the other girls are very patient with you. They’ll help you if you trip and don’t scold you harshly. The class also unanimously on not letting Mineta peek when he wants.

Aizawa and other members of the staff are worried about your mental health. Why would a child have such injuries and need to have bandages on them? They agreed to have you meet a counselor every week and after further investigation into your past you now stay with Midnight and she is now your guardian.

You still keep in touch with the students from the Support department and often visit them.

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu come to your aid so you can help them with their workout routine. They ask for tips on what diet they should take, what kind of exercise they should try, etc, etc.

Midoriya has probably witnessed the most of your more…odd behavior. Like when he thought your suggestion for him to live in the clinic so you could always take care of him was a joke. It didn’t sound like a joke. Neither of you have ever spoken up about that since that day.

#bnha headcanons #class 1a headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa mikan #sdr2 mikan #class 1a x reader #x male reader #bnha x reader #x reader #x gn reader

[burnedbyshoto]

split

— Shouto becomes victim of a quirk accident. In that he become two people who get along as well as fire and ice do. They clash at every moment, and only seem to agree on one thing: their love for you. Or in which Shouto gets split into two by a quirk that spilts chimeras and in order for peace to be found you find yourself in a threesome with two halves that make the one you love most.

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pairing: split!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, threesome, split!shouto, anal, double penetration, blowjob, rimming, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation, praise 

word count: 8,930

a/n: LMAOOOOOO this waas actually fun to write the names I gave them were super easy because I am uncreative. I used an anons rec for shoutos hero name: reisho so that’s what that is. and thank you to my lovely canasian for finding the original drabble I wrote. pls enjoy!

kinktober day 6 main kink: threesome

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“What’s going on?”

It was a series of words that often came out of your mouth because, as a Pro Hero, there were many times where you had no idea what was going on. It usually ranged from asking why Kaminari and Kirishima were giggling and avoiding your gaze when you walked into a room to coming onto an active battle where Bakugou and Midoriya were bloodied and crazed. There was nothing off-limits to those words, as they were, after all, said in complete confusion. 

“Where is he?!” you tried again, watching as nineteen different eyes look everywhere but at you.

However, it was without given when you watched your twenty -- wait, was that twenty-one? -- former classmates both stumble into one another as they turn to face you.

“Y/l/n-chan!” Mina squeaked, stepping up from the crowd, trying to cover up the two people in there that you couldn’t quite recognize as your classmates. “How was patrol? I heard that Todoroki-kun left you midway!”

You wished that last comment didn’t make your cheeks burn as intensely as it did.

Today had been one of the rare days that you had gone off on your route with your boyfriend, Todoroki Shouto. Both of you watched the busy streets and whispering between yourself as you avoided the masses, not wanting to get caught up with fan interactions that were rather unneeded. But there had been a large altercation that required Shouto’s expertise. Specifically, the voice at headquarters commanded that you stay on patrol while Shouto would leave. So you had watched as Shouto placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly petting your cheek, his smile warm.

“I’ll be back,” he had promised before taking off in a mist of ice and fire.

You continued the rest of your patrol with a rather childish pout on your face, you hadn’t enjoyed being sidelined like this, but you calmly assessed the situation. It probably wasn’t a fight you would be much aid in, and there was never a reason to send more than enough heroes onto a single area. But your route was coming to an end, and Shouto had still yet to reappear. Trying not to overthink it, you frowned while passing a store with TVs out in front.

Staring at the bright, flashing screen, you suddenly felt a sense of panic at the headliner: Chimera Quirk-Wielding Villain Apprehended by Pro Heroes Froppy, Pinky, and Reisho. (slight injuries on the hero team.)

With concern pitting up horribly in your stomach for your friends and boyfriend, you finished your assignment as calmly as you could, before finally getting to rush back to your agency. You had taken to the rooftops to get there as quickly as you could.

Through all that, you found yourself right where you had been in the beginning, staring at Mina, who despite the few scrapes of dirt and soot on your costume, looked normal. Your eyes glanced over at Tsuyu, who, like Mina, was unharmed -- which left Shouto.

“Something strange happened during that battle,” Momo spoke up, her face set with concern, her eyes, although not horrified, was definitely a bit at a loss for an explanation.

“Wha--?”

“The person we fought against could make chimera’s out of people, but the limits of their quirk meant that once they made a chimera, they couldn’t add more to the creation,” Mina explained, her head nodding as she looked from Momo to you. Her fingers were tugging at her pink curls, and you tilted your head.

“Is Shouto still smashed together with someone or something?” you asked, a bit hesitant to see what potentially horrific creation your boyfriend could have turned into. “I’ve seen Shouto show up home after the poop-villain fiasco, I swear I won’t cry if he’s ugly!”

“Well, no, kero,” Tsuyu frowned, her finger pressing to her lower lip as she tilted her head. “Mina-chan and I were a chimera for a bit, and the quirk has a limit when they make a chimera.”

You didn’t like how that was worded.

“Just fucking show her the idiots who threw the match!” Bakugou snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he shoved the crowd away in the middle, parting them like Moses did the red sea. 

Idiots? You thought, your confused expression growing as you looked from Bakugou’s frowning face onto what they had been hiding from you.

And you instantly understood why when you were greeted with two heads. One entirely redheaded, the other entirely white-haired, each with identical faces who looked at you with the same tone to their eyes.

“You see, their quirk can also separate chimera’s, and well… I — we, guess that Todoroki-san is one,” Momo informed you as you stared at opposite replicates of your loving boyfriend. “The villain said they’ve never split a natural-born human chimera before, it had been their first time, so the lasting effects of the quirk are unknown.”

The redheaded Shouto still sported a scar on his face, but he felt completely different. His face was cold, stare distant, and burning with a suppressed, denied fury that you couldn’t recognize on him outside of a battlefield. But even with the cold look encompassing his body and stature like a thick sheet of ice, when he looked at you with his set of two burning turquoise eyes, you knew his feelings for you were still the same.

The white-haired Shouto had no scar, and he looked much closer to the man you knew currently, except maybe a bit more open? His face quipped into a smile, his eyes swimming with mirth, joy, and content with finally seeing you here, all good emotions but emotions you weren’t used to him exposing to the public like this. But even with the warm, loving look burning softly around him, his set of grey eyes shone with feelings you knew were true.

“My boyfriend is split into two?!”

There was something wrong with that sentence, something that carried heat because the moment you said those words, both Shouto’s seemed to freeze next to each other. Icy and fiery glares meeting in an electric firestorm as Deku promptly dragged you out of the room with Momo and Mina. You struggled against Deku’s iron grip, only seeing white-haired Shouto’s jaw drop in the beginnings of a speech while redheaded Shouto glowered at him with all the intensity he could muster.

“Y/l/n-san, we need you to never, ever mention that they’re the same person,” Deku immediately spoke as soon as the door between the hallway and the room where the Shouto’s were closed. “He’s — they’re — not handling that information very well, and are acting rather… immature about who the real ‘Todoroki-kun’ is.”

“They’re not connected by the same mind?!” you spluttered, your own mind feeling like it was split down the middle at the hypothesis that your boyfriend was both of these men, but none of them. “So, it’s like a split personality manifesting completely?”

“We’re a bit sure on how to compare it to something such as dissociative disorder,” Momo spoke calmly, undoubtedly her mind working a mile a millisecond to make sense of the strange predicament you all were in. “He’s been in here for some time now. And from what we’ve managed to question from him, both parts of Todoroki-san remember everything. It seems they differ in just how they felt about it on an emotional basis.”

You blinked once, twice.

“Do you mind giving me an example?”

Goddamn idiot you were.

“Well, I guess the bigger emotional differences were during our high school years,” Midoriya mumbled, his fingers pinching his lower lip in thought. “A good example would be why he challenged me during the sports festival. Redhead Shouto said he did it because he hated Endeavor so much back then he was willing to prove his strength no matter what. White-haired Shouto says it was an overreaction on his own part and that he’s truly sorry.”

You frowned.

“It almost sounds like if Todoroki-san’s quirk had been only one of his parents, and his two halves are insights to the life he would have led if he had only one,” Momo offered a pursed stare. She didn’t seem too sure of her conclusion, but for you, it was enough.

“Honestly, you were the only one I saw both Todoroki-kun’s act the same toward!” Mina exclaimed, her hands grabbing your shoulders as she leaned in close, a sly grin on her face. “It’s like the two of you are destined lovers, no matter how the world is!”

“Mina!” you whined, feeling utterly embarrassed as she snickered loudly, her eye falling into a wink before straightening up.

“Alright, so just a recap: don’t mention which one is the ‘real’ Todoroki,” Mina warned, already moving back into the room.

“What do we call them then?” you whispered, feeling not at all prepared to stare at two, stupid hot versions of your same boyfriend.

“Ah-ha, well,” Midoriya smiled embarrassed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you all walked back in. “Only Kacchan brought up a nickname so far.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING RED HALF!” Bakugou’s voice roared the moment the door opened, and immediately, you were pulled back into the mess of the situation. “I’LL MURDER YOUR ASS!”

“Someone was clearly not raised on manners,” came the snide remark from Shouto’s white half, and you watched on in horror as your old male classmates worked together to hold off all three rambunctious boys to keep from fighting.

“LET GO OF ME, SHITTY HAIR! I’LL GIVE THEM BOTH NEW SCARS IF THEY KEEP ACTING LIKE THIS!”

But you stared at the apathetic face on Shouto’s red half, his eyes somehow empty, dull, and angry as he glared at Bakugou.

Red half.

Red.

You looked at Shouto’s white half that was grinning at the challenge, icy frosting off his body akin to the explosions on Bakugou’s fists as he egged him on. 

White.

That would be easy enough.

You snorted, before walking forward, grabbing your boyfriend(s) hands in yours, and they quickly turned to look at you. Their gazes turning warm and full, their demeanor utterly different as the raging Bakugou faded into the background. 

“So, I’m sure you both know what’s going on at the moment,” you spoke clearly, just loudly enough to be heard over the popping explosions on Bakugou’s palms. “I also know you’re both confident in who you are, but the truth is you both have the same name, so we’re going to need a new thing to call the both of you. Is that okay?”

“Ah, I see,” white-haired Shouto nodded, his hand tightening around yours, his thumb running along the backside of your palm. “You will continue to call me Shouto, and we will call him, the Imposter.”

Wait, what?!

“I’m not the imposter,” redheaded Shouto rolled his eyes, taking the hand he held up to his lips, pressing a gentle, warm kiss to your knuckles — it contrasted chillingly with the cold, aloof tone he continues to have with his white half. “I am, after all, the one with the facial scar. It is the most recognizable feature of me. Clearly, you’re the imposter.”

You had to ignore the way your stomach fluttered and how your cheeks exploded in heat as both Shouto’s were suddenly kissing your knuckles. They only went further after leaving warm, chilling kisses on your skin. For they pulled you closer by your waist, a physical challenge between the two to claim you. Even though they both were for you.

It was only made worse by the wide-eyed, cheek splitting grins, and spluttering noises made by your old classmates who relished in this rom-com type embarrassment.

“Oh my god, enough!” you squeaked, trying to shove both overpowering men away from you.

“See, you’re being too much,” white-haired Shouto snapped, ripping you from redhead Shouto’s hold.

“Let. Y/n. Go.” redhead Shouto growled, hand exploding with fire, and you wrestled yourself out of white-haired Shouto’s hold to press your palms flat against each of their chests.

“You both better calm down right now, or else I’ll send you off with our friends until you’re back to normal!” you snap, your cheek radiating with explosive heat. With the threat heavy on their minds, redhead Shouto took away his flame, and white-haired Shouto took a less defensive stance. Relieved with their current treaty, you thrust a finger at both halves, looking between your way too amused classmates and your boyfriend(s). “You will be called Red--” you jabbed redheaded Shouto with your finger-- “and you will be White!” you spoke clearly, tapping white-haired Shouto with your other finger.

“Am I understood?”

Silence.

You glared at your boyfriend(s) who were staring down at you with wide eyes and gaping jaws.

“I said, am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” your boyfriend(s) sputtered.

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Highlight of Day One of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Where is Red going to sleep?” White asked as you settled into the, thankfully, large bed the two -- now three -- of you shared. “On the floor?”

The bed had been a present from Endeavor when Shouto had moved into your apartment with you. It was much bigger than anything you owned, and while you hadn’t been fond of the length and stretch of the bed, you indeed were grateful for it now.

“Y/n likes to be warm when she sleeps,” Red duly noted, glaring at White the entire time it took him to crawl onto the right side of the bed. He settled right by you, arm wrapped around your waist, chin grazing against your temple. “You sleep on the floor.”

“You need comfort to stay beautiful, and since you’re eliminated from being that because of the scar on your face, you can sleep on the floor!” White countered while reciprocating the same position Red was doing.

Red’s eyebrow twitched at that before his glare soured and became icy cold, “I have the bigger co--”

“Both of you shut up now!” you snap, the palms of your hands shoving their faces away from one another. You were feeling more like a mother to a pair of troublesome twin toddlers than the girlfriend of your boyfriend(s). “I don’t want to hear it!” you groan as both their jaws dropped to attempt to speak their mind. “If you can’t shut up and sleep, I’ll sleep on the floor!”

“No!”

“No!”

“Then shut up, love me more, and let’s go to bed!”

…

…

…

“You don’t have the bigger cock--”

“Oh my god!”

“Please don’t go, my love, White is an idiot.”

Highlight of Day Two of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Well, this is certainly an interesting thing to be experiencing,” Rei’s gentle voice filled the room as both Red and White sat at her sides. Neither one of them touching her, but their gazes warm and soft for their mother. Rei touched the cheeks of both her son(s) and sighed softly before returning her attention to you. “Has it been hard? I do hope they’ve been behaving themselves.”

You smiled in hopes it would help to hide the grimace on your features as you laughed.

Just this morning, the two of them nearly burned down the kitchen while trying to outperform one another in making you breakfast in bed. It was of ample notice to realize that just one Todoroki Shouto was not to be trusted in the kitchen, but putting two Todoroki Shouto’s in there had caused them to somehow burn water and melt the stove.

The eggs they managed to pull together were burnt yet undercooked and had eggshells in them.

It wasn’t the worst meal you’ve had fun enough.

“They’re doing just fine,” you lie, your smile warm at the woman you would hope to one day become your mother-in-law. “Just a bit odd to deal with two people when I’m so used to one.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. In fact, they initially saw Shouto was to be twins, but he absorbed the other one in the womb,” Rei admitted, a small laugh on her tongue as she politely covered her mouth, her eyes closed in her mirth. “A bit funny how it seems like this could have been the outcome of that life.”

You feel a cold sweat drip on the back of your neck as Red straightens, his eyes darkening as he makes contact with Rei’s arm, and fear thrums through every fiber of your being.

“Kaa-san?”

“Yes, Shouto?” Rei asked, her warm grey eyes taking in Red’s gloomy form.

“White called me ugly.”

Highlight of Day Three of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“My love, I’m not feeling too well,” White groaned on the couch when you first arrived home.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, you were still being cleared to work during this time of split Shouto. After a much-needed relatively short time away from home, you had returned after a patrol to a clean apartment living room and Red sitting on the singles armchair, and White sprawled on the couch. 

You froze, Shouto hardly ever got sick! His internal temperature was always so in tune to the things around him that no virus, bug, or bacteria ever managed to infect him with sickness. For all five years of knowing him, you had never once seen him sick.

“Oh my god!” you panicked, rushing to remove your coat and shoes as you ran over to the couch to feel his forehead for a temperature.

He was running a bit cold, as he always did on his right side of his body, so you internally freaked about if this was normal or not! Your Shouto always had a specific spot on his forehead that was considered normal, but this was not your normal Shouto.

You were fucked, so wildly fucked.

“Are you okay? What do you need? I can go get you a blanket. I’ll get some soup going! What medicine do you think you need?!”

“There’s…” White trailed off in his exhaustion, his hands rubbing his face in probably his sick delirium. “There’s only one thing that will help…”

“What is it?” you asked, leaning in closer to him so that his flushed lips were centimeters from your ear.

“I need... “ he trailed off, and you leaned in closer, only to be suddenly trapped in his arms and pulled on top of him. “Some one-on-one time with my beautiful girlfriend!”

The scent of burning leather filled the room.

“WHITE PUT IT OUT! PUT OUT THE FIRE!”

“Princess, I’m not feeling good.”

Good fucking grief.

Highlight of Day Four of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot soba.”

“Cold soba.”

“Hot.”

“Cold.”

“Hot!”

“Cold.”

“The store has both!” you sobbed, your boyfriend(s) adopting their possessive hugging on your body while out in public as you had attempted to get them out of the house because you thought that maybe, just maybe, they were feeling stir-crazy.

“But we always share our soba noodles, y/n,” Red looked down at you, tilting your chin so that you could look at him clearly. “I know you love cold soba more.”

“We get it, Ice Princess, daddy hurt your feelings, and now you still hate everything hot! Get over it; y/n always buys hot soba when you’re not around.”

“G-Guys,” you whimper, suddenly feeling drowned out with the clashing of ice and fire personalities around you as the crowd watched on in bemusement. “Please stop.”

They suddenly both turned on you, their eyes narrowed, faces fierce as they both exclaimed at the same time: “Which soba do you like better?!”

You’re too exhausted of them to even scold them like you had used to anymore.

In the end, they tried to settle it via arm wrestling, which resulted in a horrible tie. They had both tried to use their quirks to win, somehow forgetting in the heat of their battle that their quirks not only canceled each other, but their strength was painfully equivalent. 

Highlight of Day Five of Living with the Todoroki Twins Boyfriend(s):

To be frank, you missed kissing Shouto.

With them being the way they were and how horribly chaotic they acted, you knew if you kissed one, it would lead to them both impregnating you and slipping an engagement ring on your pretty ring finger well before you were ready for either one of those things. So instead, you stared at both of their equally perfect lips.

Full, slightly pouty pink lips that were somewhat chapped as they always were due to his quirk elements. Full, soft lips that you had felt pressed to your hands and cheeks for the past five days, and yet you craved it to be pressed against your lips, but that was undoubtedly dangerous.

But you continued to stare at Red’s lips, at White’s lips.

You liked seeing how their teeth exposed themselves when they smiled, or how he had barely formed dimples on his cheeks, the smile lines that had finally formed on his previously smooth face. You liked seeing the way he bit on his lower lip when he held his tongue, or how his tongue seductively swiped his lips when he caught you staring.

Wait—?!

You snapped out of your daze, staring at the suggestive, all too pleased look on White’s face as he leaned in close to you while Red was busy performing his daily workout routine.

“You want to fuck while Not-the-real-Shouto’s busy? He won’t know, I promise.”

You flush.

“No!”

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It was day six of split Shouto when you woke up.

Your eyes stinging with exhaustion as you stared up at the ceiling as bodies of ice and fire sandwiched you between them. They snored softly, breathes deep and full in perfect harmony as they slumbered. You hated Shouto. You hated him so much.

This could have been a fantastic experience in your fantasies. Cloning quirks were a thing, and often you would hear about the sexual endeavors many partook in while in the company of someone with such quirk. It seemed like so much fun. Someone existing solely to be fucked, replicated from someone you already trusted.

It seemed perfect.

But here you were. Living the life of many porn fantasies, but the clones — not clones — hated one another. You couldn’t even so much as breathe next to one of them for too long before the other came to rip you away, annoyed, and ready to reclaim you. They were behaving as if you didn’t already belong to them.

Maybe you could have handled the lack of horny, lusting out of your mind sex if they had simply allowed you to kiss them without starting a war. But they claimed they would rather die than see you kiss someone that wasn’t them (singular them).

So, you were struggling.

The internal struggle only grew when they woke up at the same time. Growing when they both exposed their scarred, perfectly muscled, and toned body. It grew when they pressed their sinful body against yours, and you could only look up at them with eyes like a full moon, heat wet in your panties. You wanted something to happen because watching them go at it again for the fifty-third time today suddenly made your mind snap.

Since they wouldn’t seem to quit fighting, you might as well be fucked while they fought amongst themselves. You were a big girl, you could handle two cocks around your body.

At the moment, you were in the communal kitchen living room area. You sat at the table, trying to enjoy your cup of tea while they stood a few strides away from you… arguing.

“Would you both put those mouths to better use than fighting with each other?!” you finally snapped, your hands tugging at the roots of your hair after you placed down your cup of tea. They had been fighting for the past hour as to whether or not Shouto’s first costume idea was created because of Red or because of White. 

Neither one of them claimed responsibility on that one funny enough.

They fell silent immediately. Both their eyes wide, brows furrowed, and jaws gaping like a fish as they tried to separate their conversation from what you just said.

“Better use?” Red stated, his blink slow.

A curling, devious smirk spread on White’s face, “Oh, did my love finally cave to being fucked?”

“I didn’t think you would be into cucking,” Red admitted, his own smirk growing on his face while White frowned and glared at him. “What? It’s obvious it would be you tied up, White. You can’t expect y/n to trust either one of us to sit there, so she’d tie us up. My fire would easily destroy the bonds.”

Ah yes, how could you forget that they’d adopted only one half of the one quirk Shouto possessed. Now while you definitely wouldn’t mind cucking both sides of Shouto at some point, that wasn’t what you were craving at the moment.

“Y/n loves ice trailing down her body, I can definitely satisfy her better!”

“Like I said a few days ago, I have the bigger cock, so shut up and watch us.”

They were going to drive you insane.

Standing up from the table, the chair screeching against the floor as you did so, their attention fell on you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in your chest as turquoise and grey eyes that you could read like nothing gorged into your form. 

You settled between them, feeling dwarfed between their taller, muscled forms. Red was in a white t-shirt and sweats, White in a black shirt and dark jeans. You were unsure as to why you felt so shaken when you pressed your fingers between the valley of their pecs, your tongue heavy in your mouth. You blamed it on the six-day dry-feast the idiots put you in, and the mere thought of finally getting your way was exhilarating. 

“This is what’s going to happen,” you say with no room for arguing, your gaze meeting theirs through your eyelashes. “We are all going to fuck. There’s three of us, and I’m the one who wants to be satisfied, so this will be a threesome. Fuck me any way you want, I don’t care, but whoever starts fighting first gets cucked.”

Red is staring at you with his piercing turquoise eyes, White’s gaze dropped to your tracing finger on his chest. But the consensus was the same.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A warm, fluttery smile breached your face, and you nodded.

“Good… now, fuck me.”

They begin almost immediately. Two initially contradicting forces of fire and ice abandoning their internal surge for power to appease and please you. There’s no stopping the shiver and the moan trapped in your throat when two identical sets of hands you knew and craved the touch of finally made contact with your body. Red’s hands were on your breasts, groping and massaging your mounds of flesh while his mouth pressed tantalizing kisses along the curve of your neck, along the length of your clavicle. 

White had dropped down, his mouth pressing hot, kisses against the flesh of your thighs and your ass. His fingers pushing the sleeping shorts you still wore, his calloused fingers brushing against your clit. 

You openly moaned, hands pressing against both White and Red for some form of support.

“You’re already so wet,” White groans his observation, his finger slicking itself against your wet folds. 

You shake, your head nodding in full understanding as you began to rotate your hips against his finger. Of course, you were so wet, you thought, goosebumps flashing against your entire body when Red pinched your nipples through your light tank. 

“You try living with two of me and be denied every physical need,” you gasped, your voice pitching the moment Red’s teeth sank into the sweet spot on your neck the same time White’s finger curled within your walls. “Fuck…”

“It’s so cute when you whisper like that,” Red noted, his hands lifting your breast, tongue smoothing over your irritated skin. “I bet you didn’t mind our quirk accident because you wanted something like this.”

Now that was definitely something you couldn’t disagree about.

But with the way your body was so desperately deprived and how there were two sources of knowledge on you. Knowing the perfect sensations on your sensitive parts of your body, you pushed them away.

Grey and turquoise blazed into your skin, but you huffed, grabbing them by the hands and pulling on them.

“I want the bed,” you affirm, your cheeks feeling warm, your eyes keeping on theirs. “We’re fucking on the bed.”

“Of course, my love,” they responded together. And the heat in your body seemed to multiple when you pushed through into the room. 

Guiding them into the bedroom, you didn’t release their hands until they were sitting down onto the bed—Red on your right, white on your left.

Their stares are expectant, already clouded with horny, lustful need when you let go of their hands. Before they could ask what was next, you leaned in, opposite hands pressing to each of their crotches, and they both groaned lightly in their chest. You palmed them through their clothes, your cunt throbbing with the fact that you enjoyed watching their hooded, lusting expressions bore into your figure. Biting down onto your lower lip, you stopped a tethering moan from escaping when both their hands grabbed onto your ass.

They fondled the flesh as you continued to palm them, the cock buried within their clothes growing harder and larger with every quick movement of your hand. They both were so hot and dangerously heavy hidden away in the confines of the pants, and you wanted nothing more than to be choking and stuffed full of them both.

But you don’t get your way just yet.

“On the bed,” Red suddenly commands, and you stop a squeak from embarrassingly ripping from your throat. You stumble on the large bed, and both Red and White shift so that there’s enough room for you to be perched between them. Ass on Whites side, face on Red’s, and you feel your body freeze when everything picks up speed.

White’s lips are on the back of your thigh, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin while his fingers take up rubbing your cunt again. Your body trembles under his ministrations, hips shifting, and bucking against him as he once again buries his fingers into your blistering core.

But with the moans singing from your lips, you felt transcended. The way that your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each shift of White’s fingers proving that point, you focused in on Red, who had shoved your breasts over the hem of your shirt. You whimpered loudly when his fingers pinched at both nipples, tugging at the pebbled flesh. 

“Such pretty noises,” Red whispered, his nose brushing against yours, and you throbbed with the need to be kissed. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Please give me more, more, please.”

Red inhaled sharply, his eyes blazing like blue fire before finally, he crashed his lips against yours, unable to hold back anymore, and you cried in glorious acceptance. You kissed Red back with everything you had. Your lips slick with your joining, mixing saliva while he continued to press bruising, heated kisses to your mouth. Your hands at one point had attached themselves onto his biceps, and you found your fingernails to be digging through his skin, but Red didn’t care.

He continued to play with your hanging, sore tits, his tongue entering the barricade of your mouth as he kissed you again, and again, and again.

His name spilling from your mouth until you froze, your back tightening the second something more was happening behind you.

White’s finger, covered in the slick of your essence, was probing through your ass all while he continued to finger fuck your cunt.

“Aw, you do like it when my finger goes into your ass!” White chirped, his finger pressing further past your tight rim, sending your mind into a flurry of thoughts and feelings at the sensation of being stretched out, while you collapsed onto the mattress. Red abandoned you. “Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it takes in my finger. It’s like it's sucking me back in whenever I try to pull out. So. Fucking. Hot.”

You could do nothing but choke out White’s name the second the finger curled in your ass and the fingers buried in your cunt came together to press between the thin wall separating the two cavities, and you keened at the feeling.

“White!” you yelled, your eyebrows furrowed in your pleasure, your hips bucking back against his hands. “More! I need more!”

It was at that moment his fingers abandoned your holes, but before you could cry at the loss, Red was back in front of you, naked as the day he was born. But his cock was hard, pressed against his stomach, standing tall and erect for you to suck.

“Come on, angel,” Red spoke, tilting your chin up so that he may press another sizzling kiss to your mouth. “Play with my cock.”

Still, on your knees, your back arched, mouth entirely occupied with Red’s mouth, your hand blindly grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. You kissed him harshly, thoroughly, not wanting to let him go without exploring and feeling every little thing you could offer while you run your hand up and down his length.

You fully moaned into his mouth when his fingers lightly brushed against your neck, showing how sensitive you are. He runs his hand all the way down to your hips and latches onto your ass cheek. You mewl against him, wondering just why he was doing that when something hot and wet pressed against your cunt.

Breaking off the kiss immediately, you turned around to see White’s face buried into your ass, but his tongue was meeting your cunt with every languid lick.

“Shit!” you curse, your hips bucking and moving to better find White’s tongue against your core. But before you could find your spot, his tongue abandons your cunt and presses back against your tight, tight rim.

Trembling, your eyes roll to the back of your head, all while Red reclaims your lips.

Your hand encompassing his cock began to pick up in speed as White seemed to interchange between tongue fucking your ass and cunt. Whimpering needs only resonated from your mouth into Red’s as you jacked him off sloppily, messily at heightened speeds while you begged for more.

It didn’t take long before they both pulled away from you, and you in your heat daze, teared up as you watched both Red and White step onto the floor, their twin, identical cocks out, leaking with precum that called your name. You didn't need to be told what to do at this point as you stumbled out of bed, falling to your knees right between them.

With Red’s cock in your left hand, you pulled him into your mouth, your right hand expertly, yet blindly jerking White off. You pushed your head as far down as it could go along Red’s cock, your eyes trying to keep on his the entire time. 

Relishing in the fact that his cock went unchanged, your tongue swirled around Red’s cock, your head bobbing along his length, and Red smirked down at you, pressing the tears in your eyes away. Pulling away with a string of saliva connecting his head to your lip, you alternated onto White’s cock, your left hand continuing to jerk off Red.

White groaned at the sudden heat, immersing against his length, his hips snapping into your mouth as you took him all the way in. You had been dating Shouto for a few years now. You were definitely capable of taking him in your mouth in one go without trouble. But it just felt so different with one of your hands stroking off Red, and White’s hands grabbing your head while he thrust into you.

Before you could settle on White’s cock, you switched back to Red, who decided to command your every little instruction.

It quickly became a game between Red and White on who could make you choke and moan the loudest as they fucked your mouth and throat mercilessly. You, thankfully, were entirely enjoying it, your soaked pussy rubbing against your tight panties, and you rutted against the fabric trying to relive the building, fast pressure in your core. 

“Fuck,” White snarled when Red had you completely choked against his cock. His cock was shoved as far down your throat as it could manage, and he kept you there. Painful tears falling from your eyes while your throat struggled to remain relaxed despite the burning lack of oxygen. “Keep her there, Red. Don’t let her move.”

Red, who was only entranced by you for quite some time, looked up with amusement at his other half.

“What, you like this?” Red asked a taunt hidden in his voice but was buried under so much more throbbing lust. “You like seeing y/n choking against a cock?”

You whimpered against Red, your throat muscles fluttering and flaring along his length-- what was he planning?

“Who wouldn’t want to see y/n like this,” White breathed, and you shook at the nonverbal agreement that passed between the two of them.

You whined at the unknown, finally being released from Red’s cock, and you spluttered and coughed, drool and saliva drenching your chin while you turned towards White, ready to do the same. But you shrieked, the wind knocking out of you when they both picked you up from the floor and tossing you onto the mattress. You bounced when you landed. 

Both Red and White quickly moved to remove your clothes until you were naked as well, their eyes glimmering with their treaty, a million ideas undoubtedly pouring through their mind. 

White is on you first. He joins you onto the mattress, his lips pressing and languidly moving against yours, and you moan against him.

“We’re going to start fucking you now, baby,” White whispers against your mouth, his thumb running up against your still spit slicked chin. With just his finger alone, he moves you so that you’re on your hands and knees before him, waiting like an obedient pet. Your eyes flutter open, just barely opened so that you could meet his stormy grey eyes while his thumb slips over your bottom lip and into your mouth. “I hope you’re ready to be fucked… Red?” he called, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, instinctively flaring your gag reflex.

“Hm?” Red answered back, and you stilled when something hot and heavy smacked against your ass. 

Once, twice.

“Fuck her right.”

Silence.

You whimpered against White’s thumb, your eyes watering while you studied his determined, playful face. There's a chuckle from behind you, and you shiver at the fact that you could practically smell the knowing smirk on his face.

“Obviously.”

And then it happens.

Red slams his cock into your awaiting, wet pussy with a pleased groan while you lurched forward onto White at the mighty snap of Red’s hips. Naturally so, you screamed Red's name, your pussy singing in absolute love over the fact that he’s buried entirely within you, undoubtedly claiming you once again.

Before you could sing your praises for Red, White’s shut you up by replacing his thumb with his cock, and you’re forced silent.

When they worked against each other, they were annoying, irritating, and often horrifying, but together? Well, as Red’s cock shoved more profound and deeper into your womb, and White’s cock conquested your throat, you hummed with the pleasure they brought. Together they were powerful, commanding, and unbreakable, and if the sounds of your wet pussy and choking mouth were to prove it, it was more than just a fact. 

You struggled to keep up with Red’s slamming hips, the girth of his cock stretching you out in an all too familiar way, and White driving cock that choked you out every time you moved. You felt dizzy with the thumping, tingling pleasure, your hand that held onto White’s hips clutching his skin, while your other one manipulated and circled your clit.

You wanted to cum. You wanted to so badly.

“You sound so hot choking on his cock,” Red laughed, his hand coming down to spank your jiggling ass with a single, powerful thwack. You bristled at the sensation. “Do more, sweetheart, I know you can do more; we’ve experienced you doing more.”

You garbled as White smirked down at you, your eyes just barely open enough to see the knowing look in his eyes.

“Use that little slut mouth of yours better, baby,” White taunted, his hand coming to pat your hollowed cheeks roughly, quickly, in a few stinging slaps. 

This is what you liked, you realized as you pulled away from his length, mouth swallowing his balls with heightened eagerness, your hand rubbing his length as you did so. White moaned your name, his head dropping in his pleasure as you did so. 

It must have done something for Red, too, because his fingers dug into the skin on your waist, his powerful thrusts becoming quicker, shorter thrusts that moved you against his cock with rattling power and craving lust. You whimpered against White’s balls and cried out in pleasure-filled pain the moment Red spanked you again, and again, and again.

Your cunt was fluttering, squeezing, and beating in time to your heartbeat. The pleasure within you grew from a light warmth to a blazing heat. You cried for more, your knees and thighs shaking for more.

More friction, more fucking, more of Shouto.

“Turn around, you little cockslut,” White grinned, removing you from his balls. “It’s my turn to fuck your pretty little cunt.”

Whining, you did as you were told, your limbs feeling like lead as Red smoothed back the hair falling on to your face.

Before you were ready, not that you minded, their cocks reclaimed your holes.

It was different this time.

They fucked you differently, you realized when White enjoyed pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you. His strokes and powerful thrusts send the coil in your stomach to grow tighter and tighter. But Red, fuck, Red had his fingers in your mouth, choking you with them as he slapped your cheek with his cock, his precum mixed with your slick smearing all over your cheek as he did so. 

“I want to make sure that you realize that me putting my cock in your mouth is a blessing,” Red coldly smirked, his eyes blazing with a whole other story. But despite it all, you nodded your head quickly. Altogether agreeing with the claim that you needed to earn his cock in your mouth again. 

“I kno thath,” you whine against his fingers, saliva shamelessly dribbling past your lips, your mouth closing to suck on his fingers. “I promith I’ll apprethciate your giff.”

He could try all he wanted, but Red was whipped for you too.

His cock immediately replaced his fingers, slamming to the depths of your throat, all while the wet noises of your throat and choking voices joined the squelching of your cunt. Your eyes rolled in your pleasure, your cunt thrumming with energy as Red’s hands encircled your throat, choking you while he fucked straight down your throat.

“You looked so pretty earlier when you couldn’t breathe,” Red snarled, his cock twitching in your throat the same time White’s cock twitched in your cunt. “I’m just -- fuck do that again -- trying to get you there… faster… Your throat really feels like your fucking pussy at times, shit.”

You whimper at that comparison as you forcefully clench your throat and cunt around both of your boyfriend's cock. 

But you vibrate when White’s finger traces your rim, his finger not disappearing into your wrinkled muscle, but stimulating it well past teasing. You pull off Red’s cock with a spluttering cough, your eyes burning, but you find White’s gaze immediately. 

“What’s going on, sweetness?” White asked, his eyes glimmering with knowledge of what you want already, but the slick fucker just had to ask.

Too bad you weren’t ashamed of shit around him.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you moan, your hips slamming back against White’s still shifting cock, your hand clenching one of your asscheeks as you split yourself open for White. “Please fuck my ass.”

“Fuck!” they both seemed to growl, and without so much as a break, White switches from your ass and buries his length slowly into your needy, tight ass.

The pitchy, unstoppable moan from your mouth sends both Red and White into whimpering messes as you collapse onto the mattress, your chest heaving with your heightened stimulus. It was starting to hurt, your lack of orgasm, you just needed a bit more done to cum, and you wanted to.

“Where’s my dick?” White finally growls at you as he bottoms out entirely within you. You tremble at the question, body shaking with every stroke of his cock he makes afterward. “Where is it?”

“I-In my ass!” you wail, your ass clenching around him, trying to make him feel this heated pleasure as strongly as you were. “It’s in m-my ass!”

“Do you love my cock in your ass?” White snarls, his hands gripping your waist and slamming you back onto him, your ass squeezing with the sensation. You can’t speak; your mind is overloaded with feeling and emotion. “Why do I even bother? I know you love my cock in your ass.”

Red comes back into the equation, his hands grabbing your jaw and pressing your mouth against his into a searing kiss. You can hardly kiss him back, your mouth pathetically hanging open as he kisses your teeth, mouth, tongue. So, it shouldn’t shock you that in your near blissful blackout, Red hands your limp arms to White, who holds onto them.

His grasp and hold on your arms elevates you slightly off the bed, your back arched, and breasts exposed as he begins to jackhammer into your ass. You want to scream, you want to shudder and cry your sensations to the world, but Red interrupts once more by pressing his swollen, purpling head into your mouth, silencing you with gags and chokes while they both use you.

They both drive into you with ferocity and power, your body nearly limp and twitching with your ever still denied orgasm that refuses to back down, and the way the lack of oxygen makes you spin as Red’s balls clash against your throat in quick, succinct, patterns.

“Sit down, White,” Red snaps at White, and White, who was ever so entranced at how your ass was swallowing his cock, dumbly nods. “Y/n is about to cum, we need to make sure she cums correctly.”

You whine against Red’s cock, unsure if you heard him correctly when White drops your arms. But instead of falling forward as you thought you would, his relaxed arms wrapped around your waist tightly, bringing you down with him.

Your back was pressed against his chiseled chest. And you moaned at the sensation this angle brought in terms of depth and stretch. Your mouth, freed from Red’s cock, opened in a loud, scratchy moan, undoubtedly raspy from the abuse it went through from the vigorous face fucking.

“R-Red!” you cried, your legs shaking when White hooked his arms under your knees and spreading them out, exposing your wet, slick core to Red, who was merely watching. You shifted pathetically, wanting to have both of them on you, not just one. “Red, please!”

But, White’s hips began to thrust upward, resuming his fucking of your asshole, and you howled in pleasure as he breathed heavily, gasping in your right ear. But as your legs trembled, unsure if White would be able to keep your legs in such position, Red pressed on top of you, his weight keeping your legs spread, and his cock quickly slamming within your cunt.

You had one hand buried in White’s hair, the other slipping behind Red’s back when he pressed onto you. The second their cocks rubbed against each other through the oh so thin wall between your ass and your cunt, you screeched. The hand in White’s hair tugging at his roots harshly, and the hand on Red’s back drawing bloody mountains on his skin.

But this didn’t stop them, the slight pain you gave them doing nothing but making them growl in your ear, making your eyes cross in your oblivion while they continued to fuck you.

Sandwiched between them, your breasts crushed by Red’s chest, and your back buried into White’s chest, White let go of one of your legs that immediately latched around Red’s waist. Your eyes crossed, rolling to the back of your head, your mouth agape, but no noise coming out as every massive, hard thrust sent your soul into a new dimension. White’s hand sneaking between Red’s drilling hips and your cunt to pinch and pull at your clit as you shook like a leaf in a windstorm. You came without realizing it, your walls clenching like a vice against Red’s cock, and your ass clenching around White’s in tandem to your orgasm. Both of them moaning against your salty sweat skin, but neither one of them stopped.

Faster and faster, they thrust into you, gaining such speed and power that you felt akin to a ragdoll as they fucked you. They praised you for taking them both at the same time, senseless names, and wordless praise as you took them without a single wince of pain. You were theirs, they claimed, and they were yours. 

The sounds of their cock drilling into the wet caverns of your cunt and ass, the sticking shivering sound of their balls smacking your ass and cunt.

It was so much, growing to be more and more, until your orgasm was once again growing as you attempted to shift your weak, still trembling hips up and down their length, wanton gasps shrill on your tongue. Your body begging for more.

“Gonna cum,” they whispered together, his deep, raspy voice filling both of your ears, and you wailed as your own orgasm tipped once again.

“Cum in me, please cum in me!” you begged with everything you had.

And with your pleading heavy in the air, they came with you. You moaned at the feeling of the hot, sticky thick ropes of cum filling up both your holes, the cocks spasming uncontrollably within you as their hips continued to ride out their orgasms. Your chest heaves as their snapping hips become rolling thrusts until finally, they stop.

All three of you still joined, all three of you sweaty and tired.

When you pass out, you can barely hear them saying goodbye.

…

…

You wake up, your body sore and bruised around midnight.

You groan, stretching out your neck as you realize that there is no body on top of you or beneath you as that was definitely how you all had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Panic filled you when the bed was empty, and you rushed to your feet, cursing when your knees buckled out from under your weight.

Crashing to the floor, you groaned as you lay there.

“What are you doing on the floor?” an all too familiar voice asked you, and you looked up to see if it was Red or White.

You blinked when instead the once two distinctive heads blurred into one, and you stared at your finally normal boyfriend.

“S-Shouto!” you cried, your body weakly pressing off the floor, your arms stretching to you.

Shouto smiled warmly, softly, the perfect in-between of the facial expressions Red and White would give you.

“I’m back, sorry for scaring you like that,” he whispered as he joined you on the floor, letting your arms wrap him into a firm hug, not wanting to let go as you pathetically began to cry.

The two of you lay naked together on the floor, his soft apologies gathering in your ear as you held him tightly, having missed him entirely.

“Do you remember?” you eventually asked long after Shouto managed to bring you back into the bed. You lay curled into his side, your fingers tracing the marks on his body that you had left on both Red and White. “Do you remember what happened?”

“Yes… and I remember how it all felt too.”

“Ew… perv…”

“Try that again? Ms. ‘I-want-your-cock-in-my-ass’.”

“SHOUTO!”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bbs kinktober 2020

[coldfanbou]

Neighborhood PT3

Woo, I had enough time to finish this piece this week. As I'm coming along in the story, I realize I have to choose who will be the chosen one. Oh boy, that is all I can say.

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Sana x M Reader

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You wait up in Sana’s room as she prepares for your date. She insisted on having you in her room as she changed. This would be the first tease of the day, no doubt. As she pulled up her skirt, Sana made sure to shake her ass for you. She looked back at you once she pulled up her skirt. “Enjoying the show?” she teased. 

“Is this really necessary, Sana?” 

“Yes, it is; I know you had sex with Momo. I need to get you excited for later tonight.” 

“If you say so. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re going to my friend’s place; she runs an arcade with tons of claw machines. I want you to win me some prizes.” 

“Kind of a weird place for you to choose, isn’t it?” 

“They have a lot of things there; we’re going to have a great time,” Sana says as she puts on her tube top. She sits on your lap and brings her phone up to take a picture of the two of you. “Say cheese!” You play along and smile as she checks the picture; Sana playfully slaps your shoulder. “You actually smiled! I knew you liked me.” She always had to mention how you had a crush on her somehow. 

“I just played along, Sana.” 

Sana leans forward, getting close to your face; in a sensual voice, she says, “Are you saying you don’t love me? That you wouldn’t love to fuck me right now?” She grabs her tits, trying to get a reaction out of you. 

You tap your fist on the top of her head. “Sana, that won’t work on me.” You have to try and play it off; in reality, Sana doing that made you get an erection. Sana grabs the top of her head and pouts for a second before smiling again. The two of you start heading downstairs, passing Mina. She stares at you longingly as you pass her. As you and Sana get into your car, she gives directions to the arcade. When you get there, you see Sana’s friend Dahyun waiting outside. As you get out of the vehicle, Dahyun approaches the two of you. 

“Took you long enough; I was waiting out here for so long. I’ll get a tan at this rate,” Dahyun says to Sana, annoyed at standing outside. Dahyun had very pale skin, which was kind of amazing to look at. It reminded you of tofu. 

“I told you when we would get here, don’t blame me,” Sana replies shaking her friend. 

“Let go of me!” Dahyun says, laughing. “Here, take these cards. I loaded them with credits. Have fun, you two. Oh, I’ll be in the front if you need anything.” With that, Dahyun heads inside, and you and Sana follow her. The arcade had a large lounge area in the front, separated from all the machines. You and Sana pass through without a problem by flashing the cards given to you by Dahyun. Sana holds your hand as she dashes to a claw machine. “Look!” Pressing her face against the machine's glass, she points to a sizeable golden hamster plush. “Let’s try and get it!” Sana looks at you with a massive grin on her face. 

You agree. “Alright, let’s try it; you go first.” Sana swipes her card and starts playing it; she holds the button to move the claw to the right and then the button to move it back. The claw stops above plush, dropping down; it grabs onto the hamster, raising it up. Sana starts jumping excitedly from her apparent win. As the claw begins moving to the opening, it drops the hamster. Sana’s face falls as she sees it land back onto the platform. 

She turns you, whining, “I had it.” She stomps her feet. You have to hold in your laughter; seeing Sana act like a little kid when she failed to get her prize was funny. Sana’s small hands pound on your chest. “Don’t laugh at me! I want you to try and get it!” 

“Alright then, move aside. Let me show you a master at work.” Sana moves aside as you give it a go for yourself. Much the same, you grab onto the plush and move it slightly before it falls from the claw. 

Sana laughs at you. “You couldn’t do it either.” 

“I did a lot better than you!” 

“You did not!”

“I bet I could get it before you!”

“No, you can’t. Move over. It’s my turn” You and Sana spend the next couple of hours wasting all the credits Dahyun had given you on this one machine. At times you regressed and pushed the plush back; at other times, it was so close to falling over into the prize box. You taunt and throw barbs at each other, trying to mess with the other’s focus. Sana was the first to run out of credits; with her final try, she lifted the plush again. As the claw moves it over, it looks like she finally has it, only for the plush to fall nearly over the hole. Half of it was over the pit, while the other half was still on the platform. It would just need the smallest of lifts in order to fall. Sana dramatically drops to the floor, you immediately give your final credits to the machine. Lifting up the back end of the hamster, it tumbles over the edge into the prize box.

Grabbing it, you are not a gracious winner. “Haha! I did it. In your face Sana!” She reaches out for the hamster, and you hold onto it tightly. “No way, Sana, this is my trophy.” Sana’s jaw drops as you deny her the plush. 

Sana slams her feet on the floor. “But I want it!” Sana starts to whine and make a scene. 

“Fine, you can have it!” You toss Sana the hamster plush. She holds it tight before getting up. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Sana yells before hugging you.

“Yeah, yeah, You’re such a brat, Sana.” She just smiles at you. 

“What should we do next?” 

“Sana… we’re out of credits.”

“Oh,” Sana says. “Well, how about we get some ice cream to celebrate your victory? It’ll be on me.” 

“Alright, let’s go” you and Sana make your way to the front. Dahyun asks from behind the register. 

“Did you guys have fun? What did you play?”

Pulling Sana along, you tell her you wasted all your credits on the claw machine while avoiding her gaze, embarrassed from using the many credits she had given you on a single machine. You hear Dahyun yell as you exit the arcade, “You did what?!”  Getting in your car, you quickly leave the area and go to an old-fashioned ice cream shop nearby your home. All the while, Sana laughs at your embarrassment. Taking a seat in the booth, the two of you share a banana split. It was not the best ice cream you’d ever had, but this place always held a special place in your heart. All those hot summer days with the trio eating ice cream in the cold shop were cherished memories. 

“Well, at least we got something to show for today.” You say with some defeat in your voice. 

“Yep,” Sana raises the golden hamster, “I’ll name her Nugget.” You look at the hamster, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth; you wonder why you got so competitive. You and Sana talk for an hour before heading back to your car. Sitting inside, Sana turns to you and kisses you on the cheek. “Thanks for today; it was really fun.” 

“Yeah, today was entertaining, to say the least.” Sana stares at you for a second before she climbs over the center console and onto your lap. Had your car not been spacious, she couldn’t have done so. In silence, Sana grabs your hands and places them on her chest. She has a determined look on her face. “Sana?” you ask. 

In a whisper, you hear, “I won’t lose so easily.” Sana forces you to play with her tits, her hands controlling your movements. She groans as this action continues. You continue playing with her tits as she lets go of your hands. Sana works on freeing your cock from its confinements. Pulling it out, Sana gives it a couple of strokes, drawing out moans from you. Next, she pulls her panties to the side and runs the underside of your cock along her lower lips. Your cock slowly becomes slick as her juices run down it. Once Sana thought it was enough, she pushed your cock inside her. Your cock pushes apart her walls as it goes deeper into her. You both moan as you slide further in. You pull down Sana’s tube top and capture one of her nipples, causing her to twitch slightly. Sana starts to grind on your cock, waves of pleasure coming over the two of you. Grabbing her hips, you lift her and drop her down on her cock, causing her to let out tremendous moans. 

“You feel great, Sana,” you blurt out. Sana pulls your head back from her tits and kisses you, her tongue snaking its way into your mouth. The car shakes as Sana rides you; your hands move to her chest, and you start pinching and playing with her nipples. 

“Fuck, you’re so big.” Sana moans as she keeps going, her body slamming down on your pelvis. 

“Sana, I’m going to cum” you say as your cock pulses inside her. 

“Cum inside me, do it! I want it all!” She shouts as she reaches her orgasm. Sana's body spasms on top of you as your cum floods her pussy. She continues to grind her body against yours; her hips never stop as the increased pleasure rushes over you. Sana’s forehead meets yours as you both catch your breath. “That was your real reward for getting me that hamster,” Sana says before she starts laughing. You run your hands over her body; you grip her thighs before slapping her ass—Sana yelps as you do so. You start bucking your hips, and she starts whining, “Wait a second, I'm still sensitive.”  

“This is what you get for teasing me, Sana” You buck your hips wildly as Sana bounces on your cock. She holds onto you, fingernails digging into your shoulders while her cries bounce off the car's interior. You suck on one of her nipples while you roll the other between your thumb and forefinger. Sana holds your head to her chest as she continues moaning out your name. “Fuck, I’m going to cum again.” Sana’s grip on you gets tighter as she cums over your cock. You keep thrusting into her until you feel your orgasm approaching. Placing your hands on her waist, you keep her close to you as you unload into her. “That wasn’t fair,” She says in a daze from her orgasms.

You kiss Sana, holding her close. You stare at each other while you take it all in. When you let go, Sana, she gets off you and moves back to her seat. You start the car and drive home after adjusting your clothes. Arriving home, you both exit the car and walk to her door.

“I really did have a great time today, you know,” Sana says as she holds your hands. “It’s been a while since we got to spend time alone. I nearly forgot how much fun just hanging out with you was.” Sana goes in for a hug that you accept. “I hope you know that I love you. I know I teased you a lot in the past, and I can be a bit of a brat.”

“Just a bit,” you interrupt.

“...but that’s just who I am, I hope you choose me in the end, but I understand if you don’t.” Sana looks to the floor during the last part. Those words completely changed the mood, from a happy good night to a serious moment about the reality of the situation. As Sana tries to pull back and go inside, you hold onto her hand. 

Bringing your forehead to hers, you whisper to her, “Sana, I hope you know this is the most difficult thing I’ll ever have to do. I love Momo, I love Mina, and I love you. Don’t think for a second that I'll love you less because you have those strong traits. I don’t know who I’ll choose, but you don’t have to feel bad about being who you are. You are you, and I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.” You kiss Sana’s forehead before messing with her hair a little. 

She stares into your eyes, her hands trembling as she grips the edges of her skirt. “Thank you for loving me.” She opens the door and walks inside, leaving you with a smile.

#sana smut #kpop smut #male reader #twice smut

[kats-baku1999]

Hidden Secrets, Part Two.

wait I can’t believe you guys actually like part one (read that here) I was so insecure about posting it. I’m glad, I’m so glad. Everyone was asking for Bakugo’s suffering so here it is…

READ PART THREE HERE

warnings: I won’t even lie to you all, I have father problems, so this writing hit a little close to home. if in any way you think it’ll hurt or upset you, please don’t read any further okay? mentions of cheating and sex too. also there is some momo slander. I am so sorry.

It was as if the entire world stopped spinning for a second. Kirishima took a step in front of you and Haru, standing chest to chest with Bakugo. Bakugo glared at him, before looking at you. Every ounce of anger you felt towards him began bubbling up. There was so much you wanted to say. So much you wanted to scream at him. You couldn’t yet though, not in front of Haru.

“Kirishima, will you take Haru to your office? I know how excited he has been to see it since the renovation,” You forced a smile, and looked at your son who’s middle brow was creased, which was a for sure sign he was worrying about something, “It’s alright Ru, I will come meet you in there soon,”

“Yeah, come on little monster, I have a huge TV in there now!” Kirishima’s tone did not match the glare on his face, “The conference room is open you two,”

“Thank you Ei, have fun sweetheart,” Haru released himself from you, and let Kirishima take him. He perked his head back over Kirishima’s shoulder and gave you a small wave with his tiny little hand. You forced another smile and waved back, before turning around to face your ex boyfriend. His face was still frozen in shock, as he watched his old best friend walk off with the tiny little human.

“Please tell me what the fuck-”

“Go to the conference room, now.” You snapped and stomped away from him. Bakugo followed after, the boots of his hero costume echoing on the floor of the lobby. He clicked the door behind him as soon as he was in the same room as you.

“So did you just plan on never fucking telling me I had a kid?!” Bakugo yelled, his voice echoing. You turned around and glared at him, “When the fuck did you even find out you were pregnant?”

“Oh, I found out a few days before I found out you were cheating on me,” You laughed dryly, “I was going to tell you that night, but I got a little side tracked,”

“Bullshit absolute bullshit, you should have told me!” Bakugo yelled, not backing down, “Four fucking years! Four!”

“Cut the bullshit Bakugo, I came to your office two weeks before he was born, I ran into Momo and she said you would call me, that night I get a simple text that says you wanted nothing to do with him,” You yelled, jabbing a finger into his chest, “Then you just mysteriously move away with Momo, and no one hears from you, and now you are in Kirishima’s office demanding to know things?!”

“What the fuck are you talk about?! What text?!” Bakugo yelled, grabbing your hand and moving it away from him, “I just found out about the kid today! You still haven’t even confirmed that he was mine?!”

“Take one fucking look at him and tell me he isn’t yours, the only thing that even convinced me he might be from some magical conception is that he is so sensitive and caring!”

“(Y/N) what fucking messages? We haven’t talked since the night you left?” Bakugo’s voice lowered, “I promise you, if I would have known about him I would have, I would have-”

“What? Come back to me? Be with me?” Your voice was monotone and cold, he felt like he was talking to a stranger. A stranger that hates him.

“I mean, yeah maybe, or at least I would’ve been there for his first steps, words, breath, just anything,” Bakugo’s anger was subsiding for the first time in years, “Momo, that day, I know what you’re talking about, because she told me that her and I would never be happy as long as we were here,”

“Oh wow, so the person who you cheated on me with was also a liar, what a shock,” You scoffed, “Sorry, I’m sorry, I heard about her and Todoroki, and their affair,”

Bakugo paused for a second, shocked by your apology. Also by the fact that you even knew. It wasn’t public knowledge yet, considering it just happened two weeks ago. That was the one reason Kirishima was even acknowledging his presence again. He was the one who found them together, and despite his anger towards him, at one point Bakugo was his best friend. So he called him, told him to come to the bar he was at. When Bakugo got there, he found Momo practically on top of Todoroki. A poor, still oblivious, Todoroki who was convinced that Momo had left Bakugo. That she had called off their two year engagement.

“I didn’t realize Kirishima told you, still don’t know how he failed to mention my son-”

“Hey, don’t do that okay? Be mad at me for not trying harder, but don’t be mad at Kirishima, he knew if he would have said anything he wouldn’t have been able to see Haru anymore,” You sat down in one of the chairs, “To be honest, I had just planned on you never finding out,”

“That isn’t fair (Y/n), he is my son.” Bakugo’s tone of voice was frustrated and angry. He didn’t want to be mad at you, he knew he couldn’t be mad at you.

“No, he is my son, mine, I’ve done everything, I was there for all of the bruises and scratches, for when he got into my hair gel to try and make himself look like Kirishima, for his birthdays and Christmases, you weren’t there,” You snapped, “Sharing his genetics does not make him your son,”

“No but you don’t get to hold this shit against me, it wasn’t my fault,” Bakugo fired back.

“You’re the one who fucked her,” You sneered. Standing up again, running your hand through your hair, “You cheated on me with her, you chose her over me, you don’t get to be the victim here either, I don’t even get to be the victim, the only person who deserves to even act like the victim is my son,”

“I’m here now, I know now, and I want nothing more but than to get to know him,” Bakugo looked at you with pleading eyes, “To be apart of his life, of your life,”

��I don’t know, I can’t just tell him that you’re his dad, he has been asking for the past year, and he has so much more going on already,” You laughed, “He doesn’t have his quirk yet, it’s becoming evident that he might not ever have his quirk, so how do I tell him that his dad is the number one hero, and a person he idolizes?”

“So you’ve faulted me because my ex fiancé was a psychopath who didn’t think I needed to know about my son, and now because I’m the number one hero- wait, he doesn’t have his quirk?”

“No, no he doesn’t, that’s why we are in town, for Denki and Hitoshi’s wedding, and to see a doctor,” You explained, the tears finally spilling over, “I can’t just dump this on him too Bakugo, please, you have to understand,”

“I do, okay I do, but please I can’t just let you walk away today with him and not do anything, I have to know him, but I don’t want to make this a problem bigger than it needs to be,” Bakugo grabbed your shoulders, “Please don’t make me villain here, okay I don’t want to be,”

“As much as I want to, I can’t, I know I can’t it wouldn’t be fair to him,” You grabbed his hands off your shoulders and held them for a second, a small sob threatening to escape your throat, “But please don’t take him from me, he’s all I have,”

Bakugo stopped and tightened his grip on your hands. Forcing you to look up at him. His eyebrows were creased, furrowed up exactly like Haru’s always did. The same look of concern Haru’s always had on his face when you said something close to sad.

“I wouldn’t think about taking him away, so get that shitty ass thought out of your head right now,” Bakugo sighed, “He doesn’t even have to know I’m his father right now, not until your ready, but I would like to be your friend, your friend that comes around him, your friend that he gets to know like he knows Kirishima,”

“Okay, okay,” You mumbled, nodding your head, “You can pick us up and take us to his doctor’s appointment, then we can all go out with Kirishima after so he feels more comfortable, we can start there,”

“Okay, let’s start there,” Bakugo let go of your hands slowly, “Does he you know like anything?”

“Yes, Bakugo he likes things, heroes specifically, are you going to blow up this office if I say Deku is his favorite?” You wiped the tears off your face, and finally bust out laughing at Bakugo’s groan that followed, “I’m going to grab Haru, I’ll have Kirishima send you my number okay?”

“Okay, thank you, let me know about the doctors thing.”

You gave him a small nod and walked out of the room. Stopping the bathroom to rinse off the tears. When you opened up the door to Kirishima’s office, you found Haru staring at the large tv completely awe struck by the footage of Midoriya fighting alongside Bakugo. One of their earlier fights, they were just barely pros. You remembered it because that was when he and Shinso agreed to work together. That was the fight that introduced you to him.

— a few days later

“Momma, you’re doing your upset walk,” Haru whispered, as if he was telling some kind of secret. Shinso snorted into his coffee, and earned him self a dirty look from you.

“Your mother is just nervous over seeing her friend small human,” Shinso called you out, and earned another dirty look.

“Momma is friends with Dynamight, Uncle Toshi! She has even met Deku!” Haru’s eyes were sparkling as he said it, waving around his Deku plushie.

“You know, I’ve worked with Deku before, almost beat him-”

“In the sports festival, yes Uncle Toshi we knowwww,” Haru groaned, having heard the story at least fifty time. It was your turn to laugh. Haru loved Shinso, but when it came to his favorite heroes, being ranked under his own fiancé was a bit of a sting.. So poor Shinso tries to impress the kid every chance he can.

“You’ve told him the story at least ten times,” You backed up your son, shrugging your shoulders.

“You know, I was in the room when you came into this world little man, I deserve some props as a hero,” Shinso groaned, and Haru just laughed, taking another bite of his cereal.

“I know, but you’re a hero like you know a dad would be,” Haru said casually and both of you froze. He was trying so desperately to figure out what it meant to have a Dad. The last time Kirishima came to visit, he had even asked him if he was his dad because of their red eyes, and how Kirishima is always there for his big moments. Then he asked you if Shinso was his dad, because they both liked cats.

“Haru, our ride is here, we better go outside okay?” You smiled, changing the subject, “Give Toshi a hug!”

Haru jumped down and gave Shinso a quick hug. You grabbed your things, and your files about Haru’s past doctor’s appointments. After he grabbed his backpack you walked over and kissed Shinso’s cheeks, mouthing a quick apology. He waved you off.

“Let me know how it goes,” He smiled, and you knew he wasn’t just talking about the doctors appointment.

You picked up Haru and carried him outside. Bakugo waved at you both, and Haru hid his face again. Although he was excited to get to meet one of his heroes, he was also terrified. Bakugo pouted a little bit, and you gave him a small glare. He straightened up and forced a smile.

“I just need to grab his seat!” You forced a smile, trying to avoid how awkward this was. Bakugo shook his head.

“Nope, I bought one, it’s got all the things,” Bakugo sounded proud of himself, you raised an eyebrow but walked towards his car. He opened the door and you saw a seat, one of the ones with a cup holder, and in it was a collectible Deku doll that Haru had wanted for months. Along with a signed picture of him.

“Haru, look,” You whispered, making sure to tell Bakugo later that he can’t just buy his love. Haru’s face lit up though, and he quickly jumped down out of your arms. He grabbed the doll and picture, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Thank you Mr. Dynamight sir!” Haru grinned, before climbing in his seat so you could buckle him in. Bakugo stood behind you, and you could practically feel the grin radiating off of him.

“Call me Katsuki kid, all of my friends do,” Bakugo smiled, and got in the drivers seat. You walked over to the other side, and climbed into the passenger seat.

The ride was quiet, just the sounds of Haru playing with his new toy in the background. Neither you or Bakugo knew what to say to one another. So you just sat in comfortable silence, looking through Haru’s main doctor’s notes. Then Haru needed to blow his nose, and out of habit you opened up the glove box to grab a tissue as if you were in your own car. Inside it though you found Bakugo’s necklace that had matched yours, that you gave back to him when you left. You grabbed a tissue and handed it back to Haru.

“Yours is hanging up on the rearview mirror of my other car,” Bakugo mumbled, his eyes not leaving the road. You studied the side of his face, just nodding in response. It was odd that after all of this time he still had that dumb thing. You two had gotten them on your fourth time of hanging out, he had found them at a festival he made some appearance at. They were cheap, but you both wore them all of the time. The necklaces meant something to both of you, the day you took yours off was the day you knew it was over.

The rest of the ride felt tense. You felt silly over thinking the necklace. You figured he would have thrown them away at this point. When you finally got to the hospital, Bakugo went and found a parking spot. He went to walk in with you two but you shook your head.

“I’m not ready for the rumors to start surrounding Haru, so would you mind just hanging out here?” You whispered.

“Oh, yeah no you’re right, I’ll be here,” Bakugo nodded his head, looking a little disappointed. You climbed out of the car and grabbed Haru, who waved a tiny hand at Bakugo as the two of you walked towards the entrance.

You weren’t in the waiting room for long till you were called into the exam room. They did a few X-rays, and tests, on Haru. Then after about an hour you were sitting in the Doctor’s office as Haru played with his toys on the floor. The doctor say down across from you and showed you all of the test results.

“Well the good news is, Haru will most definitely have a quirk, his body is already adjusted to what his quirk would be,” The doctor smiled, “I’m guessing his father’s quirk has something to do with nitroglycerin?”

“Uh well we don’t actually know much about his father,” You lied, knowing Haru was paying attention now.

“Well Haru has high levels of it in his sweat glands according to the tests, but my only concern is that I think he has some kind of mental block keeping him from using his quirk,” The doctor explained, “You’re quirkless correct?”

“Uh yes sir, I am,” You nodded your head. Haru walked over to you and grabbed your hand. So you put him in your lap.

“Maybe he just won’t use his quirk because he doesn’t want to be different from you, since you are his sole provider,”

“No that’s not it,” Haru interrupted and you both looked at him, “It’s not Mommy’s fault, I just want to use my quirk when Dad comes back for us,”

You felt your heart break into a million pieces.

“Haru sweetie, have you known about your quirk?” You whispered, and he nodded his head sadly.

“I accidentally blew up Mira’s doll at the playground, but made her promise to not tell her parents so you wouldn’t know,” Haru hung his head, and avoided eye contact. Like he did whenever he thought he was going to be in trouble.

“Haru you could’ve told me, then we wouldn’t have had to do all these tests, why didn’t you-”

“I just wanted dad to be the one to help me,” Haru cut you off again, his eyes watering. You let out a sigh and pulled him closer to you. The doctor nodded his head, smiling softly at you.

The two of you walked out to the car again. Bakugo’s head perked up at the sight of you both. He jumped out of the car and opened the door for you to put Haru in. Bakugo raised an eyebrow at the sad look on his face, and then looked at you.

“Tell me he has his quirk? Or at least a hope of one?” Bakugo asked, and you closed Haru’s door. Glaring at Bakugo, before walking over to your door. You climbed in the car and didn’t say a word until you got the park where Kirishima was meeting you guys.

“Hey, Haru why don’t you go with Uncle Ei and play while I talk to Katsuki?” You smiled at Haru, who climbed out of his seat and went to Kirishima who had opened the door for him. Kirishima closed the door and walked away with Haru. Bakugo looked towards you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why did you do it?” You whispered and Bakugo just looked even more confused, “Why did you fuck all of this up?”

“What do you mean?” Bakugo’s tone was proof enough that he was annoyed. Not necessarily at you, but more so at the fact he could see Kirishima playing with his son so effortlessly.

“Cheat on me, leave me alone to raise him, leave him confused and upset because all he wanted was his dad,” Your eyes started water, tears threatening to spill over. Bakugo turned his head back towards you, your words stinging a little bit.

“I didn’t leave you alone, I didn’t know.” His voice was stern, “You can’t make me out to be the dead beat father in this situation (Y/n) I would have been there for him if I would have known he was alive,”

You let out a sigh of defeat, making eye contact with him. Bakugo felt his heart break at the look in your eyes. You looked.. Defeated.

“I know, I know it’s my fault okay?” You whispered, “I should have never kept him from you, I should have told you I was pregnant but I was selfish, and hurt, and-”

You were sobbing now. Your words falling off. Bakugo unbuckled your seat belt, and pulled you over the center console so you were sitting on him. He hugged you, tightly. Letting you let out every single sob, as he rubbed your back. You cling onto his shirt as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“I know why you were mad, and I don’t blame you but (Y/n), I would have been there for you both if I would have know,” He whispered against you, you pulled your head back and looked at him.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I still hate what you did to me, to our relationship, but Haru deserves to know his father,” You sighed, Bakugo reached up and wiped some of the stray make up on your face.

“So we’ll tell him?” He smiled hopefully, and you nodded.

“Eventually, eventually we will tell him, but for now I just want you to get to know him, ease him into it,” His smile faded a little but he knew you were right.

Bakugo stared at you and it settled in for him that it was never Momo. It was never once her for him, it was you. Back then, he was too scared to let himself admit it. Despite how long you two had been together when his affair with Momo started, he was scared. Scared of how much he could love a single person. Then he felt guilty because he had no reason to have that fear. He grew up watching his parents have that kind of love. It was his own selfish mindset that pushed him to that decision.. That pushed him to losing you.

You crawled back into your seat, flipping the visor down. Bakugo watched as you wiped the make up off your face. You turned back to look at him, smiling a little.

"I have a proposition for you, if you want to spend more time with him?" Your voice sounded a little nervous, and Bakugo grinned a little nodding his head, "Go to the wedding with us to the wedding? I mean you and Denki were friends right?"

"Are you sure? I mean I know how all of them must feel about me?" Bakugo laughed a little, and you shook your head looking back at Haru and Kirishima.

"They all love Ru, so much, so I think they will understand why I want you there, and besides Hitoshi does nothing but tell me to get back in the dating game," You rolled your eyes, and Bakugo laughed at you a little bit.

"How long has it been since you've been on a date if Dead Eyes is making jokes about it?" Bakugo was half teasing, and half curious what the answer was.

"Oh don't you start asshole, I have been raising our kid," You laughed, a genuine laugh. A laugh that made Bakugo's heart do some kind of internal flip. He smiled softly at you.

"You said our kid," He whispered, and you blushed a little.

"Our kid who is staring in here trying to figure out what's wrong," You laughed, pointing towards Haru who now had an adorable pout on his face. You climbed out of the car and ran towards him, picking him up and spinning him all crazy like. Bakugo smiled as he watched you two together. Realizing that all he ever wanted in life was right here, and in his reach again.

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Trainers

Owen Grady x Reader

Summary: You are the trainer of the Mosasaurus, you have been working with her since she was a tiny little thing. So, you don’t appreciate when another trainer is asked to check on the work you have been doing.

 You understood that Claire wanted results. But they never understood that a creature such as a dinosaur is not as easy to train as a dog. Nevertheless, when the owner of the park specifically asked for you to be the caretaker of the Mosasaurus, you just knew you had to accept. Being a well respected Marine Biologist in your field, you loved the different challenge this would bring. Although you had to do a lot of studying. You would normally focus on a lot of species, so only having to deal with one animal was quite different. 

When you first saw her, you knew, you understood just how special she really was and you fell in love with the tiny being. Well, back then she was the size of an alligator, but then she grew into her normal size. She got huge. Even her tank spoke to itself.

Momo was chosen to do one of trick for the public. To eat a shark from a hook, splashing water onto the crowd. You knew she wasn’t a circus animal. You understood that, but since you two spent so much time together, a bond formed between you two. And you were more than surprised when she listened to you. 

One late night you were sitting by her tank, looking at her as she swam around. This was all she knew, the water, the hook and you. You often went to the Underwater Observatory where you can look into her tank through the glass. You spoke to her days on end as you just sat there after you finished with your work for the day. 

And one day, it happened.

Just like a dolphin show, you were talking and motioning around and when you moved your hand up as an expression, she jumped out of the water. The very first instant this happened, you didn’t pay much mind to it, thinking it was a coincidence. But then she did it again and again. Just as you lifted your hand up each time.

Progress.

Of course, you were to report every incident, but you chose not to tell them about this new revelation. You were afraid they will exploit her for money even more.

So, as you never reported any progress, Claire decided to send another trainer in.

Owen Grady.

He was supposed to look at your work for a month. You hated being supervised like that.

“Mr. Grady, nice to meet you, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Momo’s caretaker.”

“Please just call me Owen. To be honest I’m as happy to be here as you are. I’d rather be with my girls, so please just give me a quick run through, so I can leave.” 

“Okay...But, Owen. Claire said that you are to watch me for a month.”

“A MONTH? She didn’t mention that to me. Or I wasn’t listening. Probably the latter.” he made you laugh a little. Maybe it was better that he was the one who was sent and not some uptight ass. 

“Alright. So, it’s hard to miss her tank, or her. She eats a lot. There are public feedings, every two hour she gets a shark. I have been with her since she was born. Little thing she was. She is very stubborn, but I did hand feed her in her early years. She gave me a lovely scar too. From my wrist to my pinky on my left hand.” you showed him the scar. “Silly mistake. But I learned from it.”

“Do you talk to her?”

“I do. Steve thinks I’m mental, since she is under water, she wouldn’t hear. But I like to think that she somehow feels that I talk to her you know?”

He nodded and looked around, then up. He noticed a long walking platform way up high. 

“What’s that?” you looked up where he was looking.

“That is the new idea. Guests would be able to go up there and watch her from there. But they are not sure if she can jump that high, so it’s still not very safe. Although I told them that she wouldn’t be able to, they want to be safe. We can go up if you want to.”

You hated being up there, your fear of heights didn’t help you either. 

“You okay there?” Owen asked as he watched you taking deep breaths and your hands gripping the railing.

“No. I hate it up here.”

“Then why did you suggest to come up?” he laughed.

“I don’t know. It was silly. Can you see her?”

“Yes. She is...swimming. Shockingly. She is 84 feet long and she weights over 30,000 lbs, when the last time we checked. She is rather calm. Prefers to swim around and eats when she is supposed to. She is not socialized with other dinos, considering that the majority would drown in her enclosure. Can we go down now, please?”

Owen stood there, looking at the huge water monster swimming right below him. Then he looked up at you, and gave you a nod.

***

Owen has been working with you for the last week. He gave many ideas on what to do and how to earn their trust.

You also didn’t fail to notice how muscular and handsome he was. 

Each morning he arrived on his bike, looking sexy as can be. And every day he observed you. He watched as you said hi to her every morning, said how you liked to make sure her food was correctly prepared. It was obvious for him that you cared about the Mosasaurus very much. 

Owen wasn’t sure what else they wanted from the dino himself, He knew they created her as an amusement for viewers as a feeding show and nothing more. So, then why did Claire wanted him to come here and watch over you. As far as he was concerned, this particular dino wasn’t even the need of a caretaker. She just swam around and ate sharks as an attraction. He suspected there was something more behind the story he had been told. 

Owen admittedly loved the Underwater Observatory. It was cool down there, not only the weather, but they you can look into the enclosure and watch the majestic beast.

He also took a liking to it’s trainer. Even if he wasn’t sure what you were training the dino to do.

“How about tomorrow you come over to the raptors? I can show them off for you like you did with Momo.” Owen came up with the idea on his second week during lunch time.

“Oh, sure. I would like to.” Little did he know that you showed the very least to him.

During his two weeks, Owen and you formed some kind of friendship. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him, even if you knew about the rumors about his dating methods. But he never once hinted on anything with you. Or you just didn’t notice. Which was also a possibility, you were quite oblivious with men.

So, the next day after making sure that Momo was all set and healthy, we headed to the raptors. 

Although I wasn’t that interested in land species, his four girls amazed you. 

“Wow. they listen to you so well.” you said smiling at him as you watched the four inside the paddock. 

Owen looked very proud of himself. 

You spent all day at the velociraptor paddock. Owen told you about the plans that they had. And it was exactly what you feared would happen to your girl.

Exploiting them for military or personal gain. 

The thought disgusted you.

These were amazing creatures. In your opinion you should be learning from them, and not using them for war.

In the evening, everyone has left, you and Owen were still at the raptors’ paddock. You looked down at them running around.

“I don’t want Momo to have the same fate. Military? Really? That’s what we are doing now? These creatures are amazing, beautiful. Even the fact that we keep them on display is rather disgusting let alone using them as weapons.”

“I agree with you. But I can also see how they would be able to save many lives. Men and women.”

“But they will never be able to control them like that. Not by their own free will. It takes time. You have known them since they were little. Momo is... she is basically an attraction to them, nothing more. They wanted me to each her tricks. Like she was a fucking pony. Jumping through loops and whatnot. And when I refused, they threatened to throw me out. So, I had to come up with something. Telling them that she is not able to do such things. Even if it’s a lie.” you eyes widened at what you just said. You just confessed your greatest secret. 

“What do you mean lie? So, she can jump?” you panicked a little but his calm demeanor helped you a little.

“S-She can. Not as high as those railings go but...She can. Oh, Owen, please don’t tell Claire. They will make her into a complete circus animal, more than she already is.” you didn’t even realize but you were so desperate that you grabbed his forearm, pleading with him.

“I won’t. I promise. I decided on my second day over there that I will tell her that you are taking a good care of her and that a Mosasaurus is not a dolphin you can teach tricks to. But I’m clearly wrong. Could you show me?”

You were soon standing by her tank. Owen looked down at the water.

“I never understood. If she can get the shark from there, why doesn’t she jump out to get the guests?”

“Well, one, they are too small, so she is not interested and two, her species main food source comes from the water or from above such as flying dinosaurs. But as you can see her water is lower than the path, they made this safe so she wouldn’t jump out and eat guests.”

“I see. So how does this work? I don’t guess that you whistle to her.” Owen said as he stood next to you.

“No. I just...” it was easier to show him, so you reached your hand out as far as you could before moving it up.

And just as you did, she jumped out of the water and back in, as elegantly as a dino of her size possibly could. 

“Wow.” Owen watched as the water splashed neither of you cared that you were soaked.

“One night. I was talking to her. And as I moved my hand, she started doing things. She can also spin, but that looked better down under the water.”

“She listens to you.”

“I like to think that if I was to fall into the water one day, she won’t eat me immediately, but I might be too naïve.” Owen looked at you and all he could think is how beautiful you looked.

“This really is something else. You must have an amazing bond.” you smiled at Owen who got your now soaked wet hair out of your face. He slowly leaned down and was about to place his lips on yours when another sudden splash of water interrupted him. He groaned and as he looked down at the water noticed Momo slowly descending into the water. 

You only laughed at the annoyed expression on Owen’s face.

“Maybe take me on a date first, Mr. Grady, I think then she will approve.” you said as he finally looked back at you.

His eyes softened.

Maybe you will thank Claire later for sending Owen over. Who could have thought that two trainers would find each other on an island like that? 

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I just realized something... I was talking to this person one time on a post before and as I was typing that’s when i realized something:

This is for my fellow Nobamaki & Itafushi shippers! If you guys don’t ship it then it’s okay! This is just like a small analysis in my eyes and the way I read things! I can be wrong or just love reaching on a shit ton of things but this is all for fun and I love sharing with you guys!

Let’s get started! Also, this contains spoilers!

Do you guys realize that Nobamaki/Itafushi actually parallel to each other? Let me explain in shitty English and basic grammar and vocabulary lol:

As I watch and read Jujutsu Kaisen I see a lot of parallels between characters; Gojo with Megumi or Yuji, Getou with Megumi and Yuji or Nobara and Maki... but what I want to parallel between characters is:

Yuji & Maki

1. Raw strength:

Both are hella fucking strong and for people who don’t have cursed techniques, they know how to kick fucking ass. What made me realize that both of them are the same is honestly during the baseball game. I like how we were able to see Maki and Yuji making a home run... okay well Momo fucked up Maki’s groove! Haha! But during the Tokyo vs Kyoto event, Maki and Yuji go ham on their enemy.

Yes, Maki used weapons but still, we can’t deny she got good speed and strength that is similar to Yuji’s. That’s why I wish I can see them both doing a bad ass duo fight together.

I have a small headcanon that Yuji actually enjoys training with Maki the most because I feel like he can understand someone who shares similarity in natural raw strength and speed. And Maki feels the same way and it’s a good excuse to bully Yuji as a joke. I would honestly love to see that! Lol!

2. Their story:

Yuji and Maki honestly have it bad. Yuji loosing his only family member (his abuelo) and becoming Sukuna’s vessel which leads him to a future execution. For Maki is the fact that her family treated her like garbage and having to leave her sister behind and eventually her sister dying.

Both Maki and Yuji share that same pain when it comes to loosing someone. We saw Yuji with Junpei and in the Shibuya Arc with Nanamin and Noabra. Again, Maki the same with Mai.

I think what made me even realize it MORE on how alike and how they parallel with each other are these images right here and how they worded their final saying:

In the Shibuya Arc, Yuji lost it. He lost it with Nanamin and Nobara (but luckily for Todo, he was able to pick his feet back up).

If I was Yuji, I would’ve reacted the same way because imagine having the idea you want to save people no matter what but people keeps dying around you or by you? It’s tiring and I would’ve had a mental breakdown too.

After kicking Mahito’s ass, Yuji says there is no reason anymore. For me, when Maki’s arc came it really reminded me of this:

When Mai died and was killed by her own dad. Her dad took away someone who was precious to Maki no matter how much they didn’t get along. Maki really wanted to create the Zenin clan just for Mai to be safe and free.

Again, same with Maki, I would’ve killed the whole clan too because of how in general the Zenin clan is and how they treat people.

3. Having a “curse”:

Nanamin to Yuji: “You’ve got it from here”

Mai to Maki: “destroy everything”

I don’t necessarily mean a curse curse but it’s more like final words that someone important to them said before dying.

For Yuji, he won’t die because Nanamin believes that Yuji can move forward and save the world.

As for Maki, Mai tells her to destroy everything in order for things to change (I might be wrong). It’s for the Zenin clan to start fresh. That is another way I kinda Interpreted (again, I can be wrong). Maki still isn’t done with destroying things plus she is going to move forward just like Yuji. 

I have a thing that if the higher ups find out about Maki, she would be on the verge of being executed as well. So imagine both Maki and Yuji together being executed.

Now on to the next pair!

Megumi & Nobara

Again, this is just me analyzing. But if you ship Itafushi and Nobamaki, you can actually see another pair that parallels to each other but so far I haven’t seen anyone compare them yet, or it’s just me lol!

1. No rivalries:

I think what I love about these ships so damn much is that there is NO RIVALRIES. Even if you don’t ship them you have to admit it is amazing seeing a m/m or f/f getting along without being damn rivals. I’m glad Gege decided not to do that especially towards the women because it does get so tiring that two women don’t like each other for no damn reason or fighting over the main guy or other main guy. At least when Nobara didn’t like Mai or Momo, she had a reason for not liking them.

And don’t get me started with Megumi and Yuji. I was so happy to finally see two boys be friends instead of the usual, boring rivalries. I’m a be honest with you, I was pretty shocked that Gege was able to make Megumi and Yuji be so close and trust each other as friends. It’s a breath of fresh air for the two ships like omg I was happy not seeing the basic shonen bullshit with the f/f and m/m relationship.

2. Hyping up their pairs:

What I mean by hyping them up, I’m talking about the potential that Maki and Yuji has that Nobara and Megumi sees from them. Nobara since the start acknowledge that Maki is strong and vice versa with Megumi with Yuji. What made me see that Nobara knows that Maki is just amazing and strong was during the baseball when Maki was able to hit almost a home run. Nobara just knew that Maki would be able to make that home run but again Momo ruined her moment! Lol!

As for Megumi, we see while the Tokyo students came up with a strategy to win against the Kyoto students, we see him saying that Yuji can actually beat all their asses without curse energy or energy(one of those). Megumi reassures to people that Yuji can take care of himself and is very useful. Another time Megumi reassured that Yuji is strong is when he was in his bed healing from Hanami’s attacks and when they fought tiger against that one dude (forgot his name)

3. Thinking about them/defending them:

Now… this is really what made me think why Nobara and Megumi parallel with each other

It’s becasue I feel like they’re the ones who are more attached and over protective with Yuji and Maki than how Maki and Yuji are with them.

Now, I’m not saying it’s vice verse with Maki and Yuji. But I’m talking about how Nobara and Megumi expresses it. Let me explain:

While reading and watching JJK, we see how Nobara is with Maki compared to anyone else. And no, I’m not saying that Nobara isn’t overprotective with Megumi or Yuji but just the way she is towards Maki. I would honest love to see how these girls got along and how they became close!

Ever since Maki and Nobara had that deep conversation about why Maki choose to be a sorcerer, that is when I actually started shipping them because of how much respect Nobara has towards Maki and it continues to develop more and more with the two of them. We saw how Nobara got super defensive when she fought against Mai (First time) and started dissing Mai. The second time was with Momo, when she was straight up talking shit about Maki.

I love how when Nobara was talking about Maki and Yuji when fighting against Momo. However, I felt a different vibe towards it as well. What I mean by that is that I got more of a “big sister vibe” toward Yuji and a “I love and respect Maki”

But again, I feel like Nobara had some sort of feeling and attachment toward Maki ever since that fight with Momo and more than anyone else too. However, that is just me though! You do t have to agree with my reaching!

For Megumi and Yuji… First of all… Megumi would not hesitate to pull a trigger if anyone is trying to harm Yuji. What made me see that was against Kamo and the Kyoto students. I swear that day Megumi was literally about to commit murder.

Yeah, Nobara got pissed but she went easy on them, but Megumi didn’t. Oh no, he was about to commit a felony. He wanted all the smoke. He wanted that curse. I swear I even felt how pissed he was. I just feel like every time and separates, shit goes down the wrong way and everything goes wrong.

For me, shipping Megumi and Yuji is a whole ass different post but I won’t do that lmao same with Nobamaki because I can write a whole ass essay why I love how compatibly/perfect for each other lol

Bonus:

But guess what… during the Kyoto and Tokyo event, same shit happened with Megumi like Nobara: Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. And again, I felt like it was still different when Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. I find it crazy how Nobara and Megumi were thinking about two people during that event:

Nobara: Maki & Yuji Megumi: Yuji & Tsumiki

This is my personal favorite image of Nobara and Megumi. *wink wink* it’s basically the same image on who is important to to them.

Again, for Nobara and Yuji’s relationship, I just love the way it is. She gives me “big sister” energy towards Yuji and vice verse. Yuji and Nobara are those chaotic siblings that are the hyper ones while Megumi and Maki are the chill ones that can actually keep them down. There has been one occasion where both Megumi and Maki calms Yuji and Nobara down because of how they were acting and I’m not gonna lie it’s kinda cute lmao:

4. Not leaving them:

During the Shibuya Arc, Maki and Nobara separates but at one panel, Nanamin was telling Nobara and Nitta that he was going to join the Zenins. Nobara quickly picked her head up and suggested that she wanted to join him in order for her to be with Maki (this is a stretch but hey Iike being dramatic) however, Nanamin quickly declines her and tells her that it’s too dangerous. I think she was disappointed that she couldn’t go, but hey, Nanamin is a gentleman and he knows when a child is gonna end up getting hurt. I thought it was cute that she was super worried about Maki and just doesn’t care and wanting to join her.

Now, up the recent chapters, Megumi really shows us that he doesn’t want Yuji leaving him or he wants to stay by his side. Those few chapters really made my heart feel some type of way because it just the way Megumi is for Yuji and I can honestly feel how much he cares for him. As I mentioned above, I feel like everything goes to shit when those two aren’t together and I hope that they develop more and more. There has been two more occasions where Fushi doesn’t want Yuji to be left behind; one during when they were in prison and the second during the fight against Hanamin. The eyes that Fushiguro gives Yuji is full of trauma and careness.

In conclusion, I can’t wait for Nobamaki and Itafushi to develop more and more in future chapters. Again, you guys don’t have to agree with me on this. This is just for fun and sharing is fun too! If I’m overreaching then I’m sorry I just can’t help it :(!!

I hope you guys enjoyed my lil analysis! I’m sorry for the bad writing, I’m not very good at translating my feelings as I’m typing because my brain goes all over the place lol! But please, feel free to comment or give me an ask! I’ll be happy to elaborate more for you guys!

Stay safe y’all! And good night or morning!

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