#just picturing a classmate staring at him and going 'why the fuck do you know that much about drugs?!?!?' as he debunks an urban legend

[chaoscheebs]

Sometimes I wonder just how much knowledge of things the average Japanese teenager would never dream of knowing Yugi has thanks to stories from his grandpa and said grandpa's poker buddies.

Considering apparently knowledge of Russian vodka is somewhere in Yugi's metaphorical memory banks and, let's face it, manga!Sugoroku has a bit of a sleezy side, it is probably A Lot and Yugi will accidentally, metaphorically slap people in the face with facts someone that small and cute should not know, what the hell, Yugi.

#yugioh #yugi muto #chibi rambles #just picturing a classmate staring at him and going 'why the fuck do you know that much about drugs?!?!?' as he debunks an urban legend #between that and the low grades and the leather there is probably a solid segment of domino high who are convinced he's a delinquent #yugi is blissfully oblivious #jounouchi is aware and is going 'lol r u srs my guy' at the rumors #(honda is also aware but is also like 'yeah kinda tbh' because. uh. penalty games are hardcore my dude) #anzu just scares anyone who she hears spreading the rumors into submission let's be real

[killsaki]

aspirations ☆ your boss doesn’t understand why you let unimportant things hold you back when you can do better.

prohero!bakugou katsuki x f!sidekick!reader

3.8k words | old commission <3 | minors dni

cw / tw : cheating (not on reader), toxic relationship dynamics (not w/ bkg), fingering, blackmail, power dynamics.

this is… awkward.

bakugou katsuki feels awkward.

even in his pro-hero status, even with his usual lack of care for others and their affairs, standing at the door of his office, hearing you cry just outside of it... it’s the first time in a long time that he’s been made so… uncomfortable.

you’d come halfway across the country to work as a sidekick at the agency he ran with his old classmate, you were a promising upcoming hero who would surely do numbers once you got the right exposure and the right training. that’s the reason you picked up and moved so damn far from your hometown, from your life, from your boyfriend. at least that’s what you’ve babbled on about to bakugou while the two of you were on patrols.

you were under the impression you’d be working under deku at first and when you’d found out you were going to be working alongside dynamight you’d nearly pissed yourself and gone home, you admitted while slapping his shoulder with a laugh. something which you instantly apologized for and smoothed a hand over where you’d hit as if you’d caused the tank of a man any harm and needed to soothe the pain. you’d admit that he was far from the personality he portrayed for the media and that you’d come to enjoy being around him.

that’s why this was so weird for him. you were always so positive, a clumsy sort of happy. you were always shining, continuing conversations with him even as he shrugged you off, always laughing and tossing some kind of witty remark after he’d tell you to shut up. you were annoying at some point, but you’d pulled your weight during missions and you were a shoulder for him to lean on when he got injuries too severe to keep himself upright. you made the halls of the agency a friendlier place than they’d ever been, even with the kind and smiling hero working just on the other side of the building.

so, who could make someone like you weep like a child?

“you know i get paid in a few days, i can send it back to you.” you speak through a shaky breath and bakugou can’t help but lean closer to the thin wood that separates the two of you. “it’s not like that!” you hiccup, “you’re the one who asked if you could keep my car until i can help you get yours fixed.” the white in front of him blurs as he sorts through his thoughts, who could you possibly be having to explain yourself to? “toru, please. i just want to go to sleep, today was hard enough already.” the boyfriend. “so you really won’t pay for my uber because you’re mad about a picture of me and my boss? a picture of us doing our–”

bakugou doesn’t know why he does it, why he swings the door open and stares at you with such an annoyed expression. but he’s already doing it before he realizes and he regrets it when you jump, cutting yourself short.

“sorry,” you stare at him for a moment, taking in short breaths before you quickly wipe your face, and turn away from him. sniffling as the voice over the other end starts to become intelligible to the hero. “i just wanna get home, i’m just.. i’m sorry.”

there’s a short reply given and then, silence. it takes you a minute, and bakugou stands there waiting the entire time before you pull your phone away from your ear. the screen displaying your wallpaper, signaling that the other person had ended the call.

“i didn’t know you were still here.” you look up at one of the only fluorescent lights left on, blinking away the remnants of water in your eyes.

he sighs, checking the time on his watch before looking back up at you who has yet to spare him another glance. the trains had stopped running long ago, he didn’t need to check the time to tell him that. no, he was just checking to see how fucked up your boyfriend had to be to leave you walking on the streets at the hour, or in the hands of a stranger to get home. and it’s not that you weren’t capable on your own, more so that the guy didn’t understand how much danger it’d be if someone picked up on that pattern and took advantage of you being so tired from a full day's work. he wonders if even you have thought about that. or if that’s what you were thinking about now, as you stand in silence in a way that he’s never witnessed you do before

“i can give you a ride.” he offers and your eyes fall shut, a deep breath making your chest puff slightly and the blonde can’t help but pick up on your relief.

“i’d appreciate that.”

it’s a long, awkward walk out of the agency’s building to where he’s parked his car nearly a block away. the wind is blowing and he couldn’t imagine having to walk home himself like this.

“why don’t you park at the agency’s lot?” you ask arms wrapped around yourself. your voice is still soft but he doesn’t comment on it.

“safer for me not to, i change parking spots every few weeks.” he shrugs.

“you sure do think about everything, don't you, dynamight?” you tease, and it’s like you’re recovering bits of yourself that he can recognize.

“guess so.” he shrugs instead of lecturing you about how you should do the same, another thought too busy working it’s way from his mind to his mouth. “so why are you paying to fix his car while he uses yours?” bakugou lets his thoughts fall off his tongue, and answers your wandering mind that he did overhear most of your conversation.

“i have the job that pays more.” you reach for the seatbelt, buckling it before looking over the console and catching the red eyes that watch you so intently. “why? you looking for a cause to donate to?”

he sucks his teeth and buckles himself in, instructing you to put in your address on the car’s screen. you say something that makes yourself laugh as you lean in to do it, but it goes in one of his ears and out the other. it didn’t make any sense for you to be with someone who didn’t support you fully, someone who didn’t trust you. sure bakugou didn’t know all the details of your relationship– maybe you’d offered it up to him one day when he was too focused on how your eyes lit up to pay attention to what you'd been saying to him. but he wouldn’t know that now.

why would you of all people put up with that?

“are you gonna take me home or should i be fearing for my safety?” you raise your eyebrows to exaggerate a skeptical look, something that the blonde’s face twists up and makes you laugh. but the thought of your tears streaked face earlier appears back in his mind and he decides to let you off without a remark of his own.

“you could’ve just asked for a ride.” he glances over at you once he rolls up to a stop light and his heart feels like, just for a moment, that it stops. the sight of you under such soft red light, lips still swollen from the way you’d bitten them as you calmed yourself from crying, it does more to him than he’d like to admit. it takes everything in him to tear his gaze back to the road once the traffic signal turns green.

“if toru found out i was alone with you outside of work, let alone in your car,” you huff out an unamused laugh and it sounds awful in comparison to the sweet, hearty one he’s grown used to. “he would have a fit.”

“sounds like a real perfect guy.” bakugou doesn’t look at you as he follows the gps and turns the next corner, but he can feel your eyes on him. how they trace from the neons shining off his wristwatch up his toned arms that are littered in pink scars, can feel the heat of your stare when it’s guided to his chin where he wonders if you can see the stubble he didn’t care enough to shave away this morning.

“he’s alright.” you finally respond and it makes the prohero next to you feel ill. “my high school sweetheart and all… i’m sure it’s just a rough patch.”

“right.” it wasn’t his place to meddle into whatever you have going on in your personal life. but you were one to look at the brighter side of things, he wonders if that was something you’d always done or something you forced yourself into. “a rough patch.”

the time of arrival for the destination keeps creeping closer and bakugou doesn’t know why it’s bothering him so badly.

“thanks for the ride home, mr dynamight, sir.” you salute him and he just blinks, making you giggle as you gather your things from his car.

“bakugou,” he takes your cup from his console, despite the passing thought that the colors look nice against the ones of his car’s interior. “calling me bakugou outside the workplace is fine.”

you hesitate before taking the cup, and he hates the smile that creeps up on your face when you finally do grab it from him. why the hell would he say something unprofessional like that?

you skip off with a “goodnight, mr. bakugou, sir.” and head up to your front door without catching the sight of how dramatically he rolls his eyes, or the slight lift of his lips when he thinks about how your voice sounds addressing him as something other than his trademarked name.

and from there, it’s a slippery slope, he comes to realize.

one ride turns into twenty and soon enough he’s sitting in his office chair every night waiting for you to come to tell him that you’re ready to go home.

he finds the same kind of habit forms around your shared lunch break when the two of you are working in the office rather than on the field. you’d always walked past his office, but after a comment on one of those drives to your place, you’d started to welcome yourself into his office to compare lunches. and now he can't seem to bring himself to take a bite until you’ve wandered in and finished your bit.

like now, he sits with the same lunch he’s been eating since monday because he meal prepped this week, and he needs you to come in and tell him how boring it must be eating the same thing over and over. his fingertips pad impatiently at the wood of his desk, you're always in here by now.. now that he thinks about it, you hadn’t come to ask if his coffee was bitter after getting it for him this morning.

his phone buzzing in his slacks pulls him from the thought and throws him into another one.

deku: hey, i know you’re being kind to the sidekick and all… but didn’t you say her boyfriend would be mad if he knew you were giving her rides? you should think about how that would affect her working here.

the blonde sighs and he doesn’t even want to respond to the message. he’s already on edge after starving off his lunch, plus the fact you’re not being normal today, why is midoriya suddenly interested in how your professional relationship affects your at home life?

bakugou: would you rather some villain stalk her schedule and kidnap the sidekick that you requested to come out here?

he types out, and he’s right. he knows he’s right, he’s keeping you safe by picking you up and dropping you off from his car's undisclosed location.

deku: that’s not what i meant

bakugou taps the side of his phone as the three dots come and go as midoriya no doubt types up a paragraph that bakugou will most likely not read. where the hell are you?

bakugou: i’m just making sure she gets home alright.

he sends, hoping it’ll be enough to end the conversation. he locks his phone and places it on the table next to his meal, the meal that, after eyeing the door once more, he starts to dig into. it’s a few minutes before he gets the next notification, but when he reads it, he’s stuck staring at the chair you’re supposed to be in while he finishes eating.

deku: are you sure that’s all it is?

—

the two of you have grown close. that much is obvious to everyone who witnesses you by his side. he wouldn’t call himself fond of you, but he knows it’d be a lie to say he hates your presence, or that he doesn’t mind the absence of it. what he doesn’t understand is why the feeling in his chest is so intense when you walk in for your routine ride home with a blank expression and a single piece of paper in your hand.

“what is this?” he accepts it as you offer, and he’s half expecting it to be some stupid printed-out meme, or maybe even you showing off an email about a magazine cover that you landed. but instead, it’s formally addressed to him as–

“my letter of resignation.”

to say bakugou is confused is an understatement.

“i enjoyed working by your side. it was an experience i am sure will forever remain unmatched in my career.” your voice is shaking. the blonde tries to focus on the words in ink in front of him but nothing seems to register even as he eyes them over and over. “i’m very thankful for the time i was allowed to spend here, please don’t think otherwise. i’ll be sure to thank mr. deku as well for giving me the opportunity since–”

“why are you leaving?” his words come harsh, his face twisted up in a way he’s never shown to you and he’s not surprised when even then you don’t finch much.

“i need to go back home.” is all you let out, looking everywhere but at him.

he sits on it for a moment, that feeling in his chest starts to swell as he realizes the motives behind your actions today, behind this damn resignation letter.

“don’t you wanna be a big name pro?” he discard the paper on his desk as he pushes himself out of his chair to approach you. “so why are you throwing away your best chance— your only real chance at that for some small-town boyfriend?”

your eyes go wide as they tear from the back of his computer monitor to look into his own. the look of offense on your face is prominent but it’s nothing in comparison to the offense bakugou feels.

“it’s so much more than just my boyfriend.” you scoff, eyebrows knitting together. “what would you know?! you’re just my boss, you have no idea what my relationship is like.”

he’s never seen you mad before, you look… good.

“i know you’re sending money back home to cover his expenses. i know you’re paying for everything you have here all on your own.” he steps towards you with each sentence, making you take a step back in time with his strides. “i know he doesn’t check to see if you make it home safe, i know you’ve slept on the floor because you can’t afford furniture and food.”

you might not have told him much about your boyfriend, but he does know that he doesn’t deserve you... not the way that bakugou does.

“i never told you any of that..” your hand feels for the arm of the couch you’ve been backed into.

“you’re obvious.” he shrugs and it’s now that you start to breathe in short pants, your eyes dart to the door— unlocked but closed. then to his chest— he’s big, much bigger than you, stronger than you. “the last thing i would do is hurt you.” he tilts his head and your breathing clams, if only a little.

“sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking.” you whisper, you bring a hand to your forehead as you fall to sit on the arm of the couch. “today has just been... it’s been too much.”

bakugou nods. he hasn’t seen you cry since the first time he cared to listen to you speak. he doesn’t want to see that again, but he’d be bitter if the chance of it was taken away from him altogether.

“but you’ll stay.”

“i– i can’t stay. i’ll lose toru, i’ll lose the house,” you start gesturing around at nothing, voice sounding hollow. “i can’t stay bakugou.”

“if you go there’ll be nothing waiting for you.” he shrugs, grabbing your hands when they freeze. “i have toru’s information already. i’ll send him one of the many pictures you’d decided to take on my phone, while you were in my car.” the words taste awful off bakugou’s tongue but he doesn’t stop speaking them.

“why would you?” he can’t bring himself to look at your expression anymore.

“i wouldn’t even need to say anything then, i think that’d be enough.” you make a choked sound and he’s sure there are tears in your eyes. “so you’ll stay here.”

“that’s not fair.” your hands fall limp in his hold and he finally looks at you, the tears stream down your face and bakugou doesn’t even know what he’s doing anymore.

“your boyfriend’s in the way of your dream.” he swallows, convincing both you and himself but his sure tone never falters. “you can’t do anything for yourself if you go back to him. you can’t accomplish anything unless you’re here,” you blink away the tears, big eyes staring up at him. “unless you’re with me.”

you take in a shaky breath through trembling lips but nod all the same. you lean forward to rest against bakugou’s hard abdomen, your hands falling from his hold as you move. he has to stop himself from letting out a smug chuckle at the way you instantly come to him for comfort, to think you’d almost slipped through his hands.

“i’m tired of thinking about this.” you hiccup and throw yourself back on the cushions with one arm thrown over your eyes. parts of yourself that bakugou could recognize returning once again, only the way your head rolls to your shoulder and the look in your eyes as you peek up at him is something he’s never seen from you before. “help me?”

what you’d been alluding to is made clear when you reach out a hand for him, one that he doesn’t hesitate to take. he doesn’t even bother to speak any other word before he’s pressing his lips into your own, strong arms maneuvering you on the uncomfortable faux leather so quick it makes a loud noise as your skin rubs against it. he nearly moans at the way your arms wrap around his neck, the way they tangle into and tug at his hair while he slots himself between your legs.

the instant you press your hips up against him, he realizes how wrong he’s been. bakugou does favor you, he favors everything about you. he favors the way you talk shit to him, the way you laugh, the way you roll your eyes, how differently you act in interviews versus in his office, and he favors more than anything how you feel pressed up against him.

he all but tears your shirt off of you, and then your pants, both thrown to a grave somewhere on the rugged floor. his hands are rough as they glide down your body. his pads press in between your collarbones down between your breast, round your ribs, and down to squeeze at your hips.

“hurry up,” you whine, bringing your heel up to push at the waistband of his pants.

“always rushin’ me.” he sucks his teeth, but his voice is soft as he speaks.

he shivers at the sounds you make from his fingers gliding along the seat of your panties, barely damp, likely from your nerves— but bakugou can fix that. kisses are pressed to your neck, something much sweeter than anyone would expect, aside from of course you. you, the sweet little thing who saw past the hard shell everyone else encased him in, though he didn’t do much to prevent it.

his thumb finds its way to your clit, pressing circles on it through the fabric and your head falls back against the cushions, small gasps and whines following his every movement. it’s not until you start to push against him that he finally pulls your underwear to the side.

your sounds easily double in volume when he finally makes contact with your heat directly, a few more wet shapes rubbed into your clit before his fingers trail down to your entrance and you pull him by his hair from your neck, forcing him into a kiss while he presses a single thick digit into you. he rolls his wrist, hoping to stretch you a bit more before adding another, but your desperate hands wind into his shirt and he can’t help but give in.

he adds another and scissors them inside you, prodding to find that spot that had your lips parting, mind and body have given up on being able to kiss him as the pleasure takes over you. you’re dripping down his hand by the time you start babbling nonsense, and it’s all he can do to fuck his fingers into you despite the way you claw at his back, how your legs squeeze around him, and your pussy clamps down on him.

and when his name tumbles out somewhere along your nonsense as you cream down into his palm, for the first time in a long time, bakugou feels warm inside, something beyond the heat between his legs.

he lets you hold him while your breathing settles, even keeps his fingers inside you as you come back down to earth. he wants so bad to fuck you right now, to have you cry his name again and again as you make a mess on his cock this time... but he also wants to never let you move from under him, to keep himself wrapped around you at all times.

“i don’t wanna sleep on the floor anymore,” you whisper, and the blonde wonders how your boyfriend would feel if he knew that forcing you to turn in a resignation would lead to you being putty in his hands.

“come sleep at my place.”

you nod against him and, slowly, he helps to clean and dress you before you let him drag you off the couch.

“you’re always so helpful, baku’.” you rub your eyes as you lean against him, mindlessly following him to the car you’d been mistaken to get months ago.

but bakugou will later reiterate his intention were just truly just to help. just like when it came to officially end your relationship with toru, which would happen tonight after bakugou sends the loser a picture of you fast asleep in the same bed as pro hero dynamight—right where you should be.

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[slayfics]

Explosive tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter one: You stalk Katsuki’s social media page.

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Your phone lit up with a notification buzzing on your desk. You pick up your phone to see a notification from Instagram and see that Izuku has followed you. You curiously look at his page and see that it has an overwhelming amount of All Might photos, then click over to see who else he is following and quickly realize he has followed everyone from the class.

You had just recently started your first year at U.A. and still hadn't interacted too much with your other classmates. So curiosity got the best of you as you scrolled through Izuku's following list to look at some of your classmate's pages to get a better understanding of them.

You glanced at many of your classmates pages. Mina's page was super pink and most photos were either selfies or her or her out with friends. She seemed to have an easy time making friends and getting along with others. She was probably the classmate you had the most interactions with. Purely because she would come up to you as if she had already known you her whole life. Much like she did to everyone else.

Shoto's page was empty expect for one picture of soba.

Eijiro's page had only two photos. One of the pro hero Crimson Riot and another was a selfie with his bright red hair. You couldn't help but wonder if some of your classmates deleted their old photo's to start over fresh at U.A.

Kyoka had a bunch of pictures of concerts and band albums with a few pictures of herself in between.

Tenya had a bunch of picture's of books he read and recommended.

Continuing to scroll through Izuku's following list you stopped when coming across Katsuki's page.

You clicked on his page and scrolled through the few pictures he had. Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly looking at one of the selfies he had posted.

You weren't sure why but something about him had caught your attention. Ever since being in the same group as him in the U.A. entrance exam, you had found yourself curious about him. All of your other classmates seemed to be put off by his constant angry demeanor, but something about his tenacity made you want to know more about him.

You pulled your knees into your chest as you stared at your phone. Your phone was unlocked sitting idly on Katsuki's Instagram page. The bright screen illuminated your dimmed room.

You twirled your hair absentmindedly as you debated following him. Just do it, don't be a coward you told yourself. You swiftly picked up your phone and clicked follow then locked and dropped your phone down back on your desk.

To your surprise, your phone buzzed again shortly after, you quickly looked and felt your heart flutter. He had liked one of your pictures. Not just a picture, but a picture of yourself you posted a few days ago.

Your face flushed as you held your phone in your hand. Suddenly, your phone dinged with another notification making you jump.

He had followed back.

You gripped your phone in your hand harder as you scrolled over to direct message him and stared at the page feeling your cheeks get even warmer. Come on just say something, you tried to hype yourself up.

He liked your picture and followed you back so obviously that means something right? Fuck it just do it you said to yourself and typed out a message.

"Hey I never got a chance to ask what happened after we split up?"

You typed and sent swiftly before you lost your nerve. During a training for your class at USJ some villains had broken in and attacked the class. You were split up with Bakugo and Kirishima for a short time before the two boys decided to go after more of the villains while you went back to the exit with the rest of the class.

You set your phone down not expecting an answer any time soon but you were surprised to see three dots appear almost immediately. Your heart dropped at the next message.

"What’s your address? I’ll Come over and tell you all about it."

What?! Were you reading that right?? You never expected that response. Your hands started to shake a bit.

It was late and surely the others in the house wouldn’t approve of having him over at this time. Fuck- you knew you were supposed to be on your best behavior since starting U.A. but… how were you supposed to say no.

"You ok with sneaking in?"

"Yeah just hurry up and send your address."

Before putting any more thought into it you typed out your address and pressed send.

Oh crap- You looked around your room and noticed all the stuffed animals on your bed. You quickly shoved them all in the closet along with some loose clothes that were around your room.

It wasn't long before you heard a loud explosion from outside and your phone dinged again with a notification.

"Which window is yours?"

You opened your window and saw Katsuki standing outside, within a split second of spotting you he had used his quirk to be at your window seal. You backed up as he jumped into your room.

"Uh- Hi," You greeted him trying to sound confident but it was evident in your voice you were nervous.

Katsuki sat on your bed leaning back against the wall.

"So you want to know what happened?" He asked, his face adorned with his usual smirk.

"Yeah," you said, as you sat down in the chair at your desk facing Katsuki.

"We found the other villains and I took down that warp gate villain, which slowed the rest of them down."

"Wow really?!" You said, amazed. You knew All Might had shown up and taken over so you didn't expect to hear that Katsuki had played that much of a part in the fight.

"Fucking Deku got in my way though!" Katsuki yelled.

"Hey are you alright?" You heard someone else in the house call from outside the room as they approached your door.

"Shit!" You grabbed Katsuki by his shirt and shoved him into your closet. Just in time for them to knock on your door.

You opened your door, "Yeah sorry it was just the TV- didn't realize it was gonna be that loud." You lied.

"Oh- ok-," they said, slightly suspicious since your TV was off but having no other evidence decided to drop the subject. "Well goodnight don't stay up too late," they said as they started to walk away.

"I won't don't worry! Goodnight," you called back, shutting your door quickly.

You opened your closet door and a few of your stuffed animals fell out.

Katsuki had one of them in his hand, "This is a cute little guy," He said with a smug smirk on his face.

"Shut up," you said, reaching trying to grab the stuffed bear from him, but he quickly avoided your grasp.

"Did you hide these in the closet because I was coming over?" He asked, eyes analyzing you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You said, stubbornly crossing your arms.

"I bet they were all on your bed, weren't they? Tell me the truth or the bear gets it," He said, sparks flying from his fingertips.

"Quite down! You're gonna get me in trouble!" You pleaded.

"Better hurry up and tell me then," he said, a smirk growing.

"Ok- Fine, yes! I moved them off my bed because you were coming over. Happy?" You said, giving in to his taunts. You tried to grab for the bear again but he moved the bear away from you once more.

"One more question, is this the first time you've had a boy in your room?" He asked. You felt your face instantly light up with a blush, and you averted your gaze looking at his feet.

"Hm- I'll take that as a yes," He laughed and handed out the bear for you to grab. You grabbed it from his hand, your fingers grazing across his when you did.

"Alright well I'll see you tomorrow, wouldn't want to get you in trouble, you're not supposed to stay up too late," He teased as he made his way back over to your window.

You turned around wanting to call out to him but didn't know what to say. As quickly as he came in, he left you alone in your room once more.

Thank you for reading! I’m very excited to share this series~

Tags: @unofficialmuilover

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[taesanrot]

[from the start] taesan x f!reader | 4.0k words college au, classmates to lovers, making out, alc consumption ++ terrible drunk decisions lmao, angst kinda, misunderstanding, mutual pining, fear of physical touch at first, everyone is just a little confused note. sorry this took literally so fucking long to finish, i kept changing my mind on how i wanted it to go. fun fact the original idea for this fic was based on my real life situationship. hope u guys enjoy <3

you shouldn't be here. you should be sleeping off the alcohol flowing through you in your own bed, at your place. you shouldn't be here, pressed against taesan's chest, your mouth molded against his.

up until a few hours ago, han taesan was nothing but a fleeting memory. just someone your friends brought up once in a while to watch the way your cheeks flared up in embarrassment. he was part of the past, an unfortunate moment during your freshman year in university. your friends didn't know about the guilt that ate away at you every time the boy's name crossed your mind.

the two of you had met in english, deskmates who bonded over the frustrations that came with your shitty professor and endless essays. complaining about class turned into hushed whispers while the professor wasn't looking, adding each other on socials and snapping silly pictures back and forth, walking back to the dorms together. because... why not? taesan was cute and you couldn't help but chase the feeling that came with every interaction you two shared.

you never thought it would turn into anything, until your friends pointed out the obvious: he liked you. taesan liked you. the way your hair flowed so prettily, the way you smiled at all of his stupid pictures and the way your eyebrows furrowed at the professors nasally voice.

the two of you had an undeniable connection, and it ended with the two of you sitting on his bed watching a movie together on his roommate, sungho's, tv.

flirty glances and brushing hands turned into his hands running up your arms, breath hot on your neck as you tangled your fingers in his dark hair. having him like this should've felt like heaven, but instead your chest tightened and your body tensed, to the point where taesan pulled away from you, looking into your eyes and softly asking if this was okay, if you were okay.

you should've told him the truth, you were just scared. you hadn't done this before, not with someone who you felt so deeply for. you just wanted to slow down a bit. but instead you faked a smile and just said that you remembered something your friend had asked you to do, ignoring the stab in your chest as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you pulled away uncomfortably quick and left without another word. that was months ago.

the last you'd heard from him was hours after you left; he'd apologized profusely, saying he'd misread things and you tried and tried to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. you wished he could read your mind so you didn't have to face the fact that you were a coward and you'd hurt him in the process.

taesan thought that night would be the last time he'd see you. he could tell something was wrong, and he'd figured that you'd never want to see him again. but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to blame you, hate you, nothing.

...

"seriously? you're not mad.... at all?" sungho sat up in his bed, staring at his roommate in disbelief. "dude, she literally led you on and ghosted you." jaehyun chimed in, shaking his head at the younger boy. taesan shrugged and went back to tuning his guitar, covering up the sounds of his friends' scoffs with the vibrations of the strings he plucked. they thought he was hopeless, and secretly, he agreed.

...

after months of radio silence, it was safe to say that taesan was not expecting his phone to ping with a message from you.

you tried to move on from things with the music major, joking away your pain with your friends and going on dates with other guys. it worked for a few months, but eventually thoughts of han taesan caught up to you. they plagued your mind for days on end.

late at night, lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, you wondered how things could've been different if you'd just told taesan the truth. you thought it was easier to just run away and pretend nothing happened between the two of you, that you'd be at peace if you just went back to before you knew he liked you, before you knew you liked him too. in the end, it just left you feeling empty.

you hadn’t ever met anyone like him, something you hadn’t ever admitted out loud. you couldn't go back to the way things were before, he'd left an imprint on your mind like no one else.

the thoughts you tried to smother finally came up to surface on a breezy saturday night as you were celebrating your friend, yunjin's, 21st birthday party at her apartment. after more than a few shots and the truly you split with yeri, you felt like you were on another planet. you stumbled over to the living room, falling onto the couch and leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

after a few minutes of sitting with your intoxicated state, you lazily unlocked your phone, scrolling through your instagram timeline, attention focusing in and out. that was until you came across a certain set of pictures. you squinted, reading the caption.

tae23san take my tears @psungho @myungj4e

pictured was none other than taesan, sitting on top of a car with his head tilted back to look at the sky.

sitting up slightly, you carefully scrolled through the dump of photos taesan had posted: him posing in the booth of a recording studio, he, sungho, and jaehyun in a photobooth, a candid of him playing the guitar, a mirror selfie with sungho, and a solo shot of him.

the last picture almost took your breath away; he posed with a hand ruffling his own hair as he pouted his lips.

all at once, you felt every emotion you fought so hard to drown explode in your heart. you missed him. so much. your head spun with sadness, guilt, and longing. you wanted to- no, you needed to see him.

it wasn't long before the thoughts popped in your head.

why don't i just text him?

whats the worst that could happen?

it was bad idea, a terrible idea truly. but you couldn't help yourself, you opened your contacts and found your chat with him faster than you could blink. you fumbled with the screen, trying to type out a cohesive message to the boy you so desperately wanted to see.

[1:53 a.m.]

y/n: taesnjsnnnnn

y/n: i miss you

y/n: i'm soryry

y/n: can i swee yuo? please

...

taesan was hoping to have a peaceful smoke with his friends. he, sungho, and jaehyun had spent the day working on a project for their advanced music production class, and were now sitting on the couch passing a blunt around, some rnb songs floating softly through the air.

taesan breathed in slowly, sucking in the laced smoke and exhaling it softly, humming at the warm feeling in his limbs. he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, laughing at the feeling of the vibrations against his thigh.

"this is done for." jaehyun mumbled before flicking off the ash and placing the end on the side table. taesan watched him with hooded eyes as he stood up to stretch out his limbs, making sungho and taesan giggle.

"i'm going to my room." sungho stood as well, murmuring a similar quip before meandering over to his door. "don't forget to turn off the lights, san."

taesan groaned in acknowledgement, letting his head fall back onto the couch. not really wanting to sleep, he wondered if he should watch a movie or make some food.

the boy sighed in boredom, pulling his phone out of his pocket languidly and swiping through his notifications.

his already blown out pupils grew even bigger at the sight of your name in his notifications. he'd never gotten around to deleting your number -- he figured there was no point.

his eyes focused on the words next to your name. 4 unopened messages. he rubbed his eyes slowly.

was he really that high right now? or did you really message him. taesan's gaze jumped over to the timestamp.

10 minutes ago.

he hurriedly clicked the notification, tapping his thigh with his fingers as the screen expanded to display your texts. you were clearly a bit out of it, taesan smiled at your typos. his vision seemed to laser focus on the one text you didn't misspell.

i miss you.

taesan couldn't say he didn't feel the same way. despite sungho and jaehyun's relentless nags, he thought about you more often than he'd like to admit.

somehow, he knew something was up the fateful night the two of you had hung out. that wasn't you, he just knew it. or so he told himself. he didn't want to be mad at you, he didn't want to hate you. he had hoped for this day so many times. the day you'd tell him you didn't mean it.

taesan's fingers moved across the screen slowly.

[2:08 a.m.]

han taesan: hey

han taesan: where are you?

...

from the moment you hit send, you had suddenly been more alert, thoughts racing a million miles a minute.

what do i do if he responds? is he even awake? he just posted, he has to be. god, i hope this works.

you'd taken the leap, there wasn't any going back.

you begrudgingly lifted yourself from the couch you were sitting on, looking for your friends so you could take your mind off of the messages you'd just sent.

walking over to the fridge, you grabbed a water bottle to help you sober up a bit.

eunchae and chaewon did a great job at keeping you from checking your phone every thirty seconds. you laughed at their horrific job at playing pictionary against two guys yunjin knew, anton and sohee.

your two friends were losing bad, and you smiled watching anton and chaewon bicker, anton giggled at chaewon's reddened face. you hoped you'd remember to tease her about it later.

your phone buzzed twice in your pocket and you held your breath as you fished it out and tapped the screen. face to face with taesan's messages, nearly shrieking, you quickly typed a response.

you paused for a second, calculating your next move. you really wanted to see him, praying to god that he was free and willing.

[2:09 a.m.]

y/n: yunjins place. in source complex

taesan: oh

taesan: what room

y/n: 204

taesan: im 3 floors up

taesan: in 511

y/n: can i come up

taesan: yeah of course

while you were definitely a little more sober than 15 minutes ago, you still fought to not squeal into your hand. looking around, you searched for yunjin so you could bid her goodbye.

...

mellow music still floating in the air of the living room, taesan dropped his phone in his lap. he let out a shaky sigh.

whether it was the weed or the fact that he was about to see you after what felt like forever, taesan was suddenly very nervous, wiping his hands on his pants and slowly standing from the couch.

rubbing his arms, he looked around the apartment, unsure of what to do until you got there. he assumed you'd take a bit to leave your friends apartment and make your way up to his. taesan hoped you'd make it okay; he wanted to come get you but was honestly way too fucking high to leave his apartment.

"i guess i'll go brush my teeth or something." the boy mumbled to himself, walking over to the bathroom to fix his hair and make sure he smelled okay.

...

stepping into the elevator, you looked at your reflection as the doors closed, almost forgetting to hit the button for the fifth floor in the midst of smoothing your hair down and fixing your slightly smeared eyeliner with your thumb.

closing your eyes, you lightly rubbed your temples in a sore attempt to bring yourself back to reality, and to emotionally prepare yourself.

you were seeing taesan again, finally.

you hid your blush from literally no one and smiled slightly into your hand as the elevator doors opened.

...

standing in front of the boy's door, the weight of the situation at hand truly hit you.

what exactly did you want from this?

what did you want from him?

if you ended up hurting him again you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself. huffing slightly, you brought a hand up to your neck to fiddle with your necklace and think.

your dazed yet racing thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door to taesan's apartment, door swinging back to reveal none other than the music major himself.

"hi" you smiled and spoke quietly.

even though he knew you were coming, the boy somehow still couldn't believe the sight in front of him. it was really you.

you looked as breathtaking as ever in his eyes, your hair a bit shorter than the last time he saw you. taesan caught himself and chuckled slightly, moving out of the way to make room for you.

"come in."

you blushed as you stepped into the apartment awkwardly, not sure what to do with yourself. the alcohol was still making your head spin, eyes adjusting slowly to the sight of taesan's living space. you slipped your shoes off quietly and followed the boy as he walked into the kitchen.

"do you want some water? or snacks? we have chips and fruit, unless sungho ate them all. i think we have some juice too...." taesan's high had clearly not worn off in the slightest, and the boy winced after realizing he rambled on about the contents of his pantry for a full 30 seconds.

you couldn't have cared less, eyes focused on how pretty his hair looked brushed down in his face. making eye contact with him, you noticed the red tint to them, giggling quietly.

"we also have -- are you even listening?" taesan smiled at your starry eyes as you shook your head and laughed.

"god y/n- okay let's just go sit down." he watched you eagerly turn around and nearly skip towards his living room couch, settling right in the middle of the sofa.

the couch cushions were soft as they rubbed slightly against the exposed skin of your legs. shivering slightly, you wished you'd worn a bit more than just a crop top and denim shorts.

your gaze traced the lines of the wood on his coffee table, thoughts lost and scattered. you were just as blown away at the sight of him as he was of you. you recalled the sight of his larger hands shoved in the pockets of his zip up, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your own.

you wriggled your socked toes to a beat only you could hear, trying to take your mind off of the nervousness flowing through your veins.

"here." you looked up quickly to see taesan standing in front of you, about an arms length away. "i brought you some water."

taesan bit his lip to keep himself from smiling at the sight of you on the sofa. he looked around awkwardly for a second, not sure where to sit -- you were in the middle of the couch and choosing either side of the sofa would leave him sitting directly next to you.

"why are you still standing? come sit." you tilted your head at him and patted the spot to your right softly, smiling up at the nervous boy.

sighing out in relief, taesan plopped down next to you and settled into the corner of the sofa. you turned slightly so you could face him as he spoke, glass of water abandoned on the coffee table.

"do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked.

"is it okay to turn on the tv this late?" you shyly responded

taesan's ears turned slightly red in embarrassment. he 100% forgot about his two other roommates sleeping soundly in their own rooms.

while they probably wouldn't mind the noise, taesan didn't want to have to explain why you of all people were in their living room at this very moment.

"if you're okay with it, we can watch something in my room, i can play it on my laptop." taesan spoke.

your cheeks burned slightly at the idea of seeing the boy's room but you hummed in agreement, standing up quickly. the sudden movement caused you to stumble a bit. taesan stood up after you, wrapping a hand around your arm in an attempt to steady you.

"are you okay?" he turned you to face him fully, hands resting lightly on your shoulders as he looked at you worriedly.

your breath hitched at the mere inches of space between the two of you. taesan's gaze left you speechless, and your eyes searched his face before landing on his lips.

for every minute that had passed since you sent that first fateful text message, the anticipation had been eating you alive. deciding you couldn't take it anymore, you pulled yourself up by the collar of the boy's hoodie and pressed your lips against his.

his mouth was plush and unmoving against yours and you let yourself close your eyes and savor the feeling for a moment before lowering yourself back onto your heels.

opening your eyes, you mentally geared yourself for the awkward conversation you feared was about to ensue. taesan, on the other hand, barely gave you a moment to breathe, chasing your lips the second they detached from his. slipping a hand behind your neck, he tilted his face down and sealed his lips over yours once again.

taesan's mind raced as he bit your bottom lip, wondering what this was going to lead to and if he'd regret it. he decided he couldn't care less when he felt you tilt your head to the side and push your tongue in his mouth.

you craned your face upward and grabbed the sides of his sweatshirt tightly, like he might disappear if you let go of him. you needed more of him.

you broke your lips from his for a split second to ask where his room was. taesan mumbled something you couldn't hear before pulling you by your shoulders. the boy's mouth didn't leave yours for a second, only pulling away to push his door open.

you opened your eyes slowly, looking up to meet the taller boy's hooded gaze. you turned around and took in the sight in front of you. taesan's bed was in the corner of the room, posters hung above a small desk. you smiled at the tangles of wires on the floor, leading to a small speaker system and bass guitar.

"gonna go turn off the lights and check the door." taesan's voice rasped. you hummed in acknowledgement and stepped forward into the room slowly.

you walked over and climbed onto the boy's bed, bringing your legs up so you could hug your knees. staring at your socked feet, your mind was completely blank. when taesan came back you were absentmindedly fixing your hair and shirt, not even noticing the boy's return.

"are you okay?" taesan asked softly.

you looked up to see his eyes on you, smiling at the way hands were politely tucked behind his back. he was nervous, hoping he didn't overstep or make you uncomfortable. taesan didn't think he could handle watching you run out his door a second time.

"okay?" you tilted your head in confusion.

"with this... being here with me." your heart panged with sadness, feeling so guilty for how you made him feel before. you wanted to make it up to him.

"i am. i want this. i promise, taesan." you watched taesan slowly process your words though his wavering high, smile forming on his face. his hands came up to push your legs down, and you scooted towards him, giggling and wrapping your legs are his standing figure.

taesan had abandoned his hoodie in the living room, now in a loose t-shirt. your hands scrunched the fabric of the graphic tee as you pulled the boy towards you again. taesan complied without a word, bending down to meet your awaiting lips. you moved your lips against his languidly, savoring each swipe of his tongue against yours.

taesan pushed your body backwards so he could climb on the bed with you. you scooted back until you were pressed against the headboard, only staying there for a second before taesan pulled you onto his lap.

his lips went to your neck, pressing soft kisses and grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin. with each kiss, bite, and swipe of his tongue against you, taesan could feel you practically melting into his lap. eyes screwed shut, your head leaned back to further expose your neck and your fingers tugged at the boy's hair.

you slightly pulled taesan's face away from you, bringing your hands to gingerly cup his face. his eyes were slightly glossed over as you placed a wet kiss on his lips.

the last traces of your sobriety were thrown out the window, both of you drunk off each other. taesan thought you looked like an angel, bringing a hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. your eyes formed crescents as you smiled at the boy, and he swore he almost stopped breathing.

your hand came up to rest over his that was still cupping your face, intertwining your fingers. bringing them closer to your face, you opened taesan's and placed a featherlight kiss in the center of his palm.

"what was that for?" taesan mumbled in between giggles as he watched you continue to play with his fingers.

"thank you." your voice wavered slightly, eyes looking up to meet his nervously. you laughed at the puzzled look on his face before continuing.

"for giving me a second chance and letting me come over." you sighed shakily under taesan's gaze. "i missed you, a lot."

"probably not as much as i missed you." taesan replied softly, squeezing your hands and tilting your chin up to meet your wide eyes.

the moment that passed between the two of you was long and drawn out, you savored the feeling of weight being lifted off your chest. trapped in his eyes and tucked in his arms, you couldn't fathom missing the chance to have han taesan like this.

as the thick silence dissolved and taesan's aching lips found yours again, the two of you knew staying away from each other was ill-fated from the start.

[bonus — 10:54 AM]

blinking the sleep from your eyes, you lazily searched taesan's fridge for a water bottle. as you shut the door, a loud crash abruptly pulled you out of your sleepy daze. coming face to face with myung jaehyun, you let out a yelp of surprise.

"no fucking way." he spoke. a bowl of dry cereal lay at his feet, contents now strewn across the kitchen tiles.

ears turning red, you realized how insane you must look: your hair was untied and messily brushed down and you were wearing nothing but an old tshirt and some boxers taesan had given you.

"what happe- oh god." taesan said from behind jaehyun, having rushed over to the kitchen to check on you. it was safe to say the last thing he expected was to see you and his roommate staring open mouthed at each other. flustered, taesan opened his mouth to explain, but jaehyun interrupted him with a loud sigh.

"fuck you tae, now i owe woonhak 20 bucks."

...

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After Hours — Sejanus Plinth & Coriolanus Snow

author’s notes: hey, bitches!! i went on a bit of a hiatus. i’m just reposting this fic but thank you to min for inspiring me <333

summary: you hated rich, know-it-alls. your idea of them changes when sejanus invites you over to his home.

tags: oral (f receiving), fingering, soft dom!sej, p in v (unprotected! pls practice safe sex), anal (m receiving), dirty talk, light impact play, and more.

word count: 2.9k

Group projects were the least of your favorite assignments at the university. In fact, you always spoke with the professor in advance to work alone on alternate projects, but your plea fell through this time.

While your classmates searched for possible candidates, you sat at your desk. The mere thought of interacting with another human being gets you on edge. You picked up your items and prepared to leave class when two boys approached you with genuine smiles on their faces.

Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth. You’ve seen them on campus.

Sejanus was loaded. From his perfectly tailored suit to his polished shoes, it was obvious. Next to the tall brunette, Coriolanus Snow, with his pristine suit, which you can assume was pressed because there were no wrinkles,

You adjusted your satchel. “Can I help you two?”

“Yeah, actually, we were wondering if you wanted to be our partners on the project." Sejanus says in a soft tone, “I know it’s not something you normally do, but we’ll make sure you feel comfortable.”

Coriolanus nods along to Sejanus’s words, “We’ll do more than just add our names to the group project.”

“Fine,” you reply, accepting defeat. “I’m only doing this because it’s required by Professor Click." 

The sun was barely dipping below the horizon as you stood in front of Sejanus’s front door.

You were hesitant to knock because your stomach was overflowing with nerves.

But why? They’re just vain people. You were only here to finish the project, then you can go back to your normal life.

Before you could make your presence known, the blonde boy had answered the door with a knowing smirk. He had watched your skittish nature through Sejanus’s security cameras and decided to put your overthinking thoughts at bay.

“Come in." Coriolanus steps aside to invite you into Sejanus’s home. “Do you want anything? Ma’s food is delicious.”

You shake your head and say, “I’m okay. Where’s Sejanus?”

“In his room,” Coriolanus replies, shutting the front door. "He's already brainstormed some ideas, if that’s okay with you.”

You follow Coriolanus up the grand stairs, admiring the family photos that line up the walls. There were pictures of young Sejanus, his parents, and some candids of him and Coriolanus.

He chuckles. “Sej and I grew up together. His family took me in.”

“That’s nice,” you whisper softly, embarrassed that you were caught staring. “Um, we’re getting close, right?"

As if on cue, Coriolanus rests his lean frame in the doorway. There were academic achievements hung on Sejanus’s walls, along with polaroids of him and Coriolanus.

His bedroom consisted of neutral colors. Strangely enough, it was very Sejanus. From his desk to his bed, it was organized. There wasn’t a hint of mess in sight.

“They’re here,” Coriolanus says. “Shall we?”

It took you a second to register that Coriolanus was talking to you. You hated the way your cheeks heated up as you realized you were distracted by soaking in the details of Sejanus’s room. Fuck.

What’s wrong with you?

Were you starting to become attracted to them? If that’s the case, what if you staged an intervention?

Coriolanus places a cold hand on your shoulder. “Do we intimidate you, darling?”

”Don’t scare her, Coryo,” Sejanus warned his friend. “We have a project to finish.”

You wish you could bury yourself right now. The slight flirtatious tone from Coriolanus was enough to make your head spin.

“Fine.” Coriolanus removes his hand. “What are we working on first?”

You were disappointed that Coriolanus’s touch was no longer there. You immediately sit on the edge of Sejanus’s bed to distract yourself with your laptop.

You tried to focus on typing out the possible ideas that the boys were spewing out for the project, but your focus was elsewhere.

You were beginning to picture what it would be like to be fucked by the two of them. Were they rough?

Would they be gentle with you? What were they into?

Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, failing to realize Sejanus was calling out your name. You felt Coriolanus’s thumb on your chin, pulling you out of your trance.

The blonde smirks, “If you want to get a good grade on the assignment, darling, I suggest that you pay attention. You don’t want to endure Miss Click’s wrath."

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You hated the effect Coriolanus had on you, and you’re certain that the blonde knew what was soaking up your attention. Why did they have to partner up with you for the group assignment?

“Sej,” Coriolanus turns his head, his thumb on your chin, “I think we need to teach our partner a lesson on paying attention. Don’t you think so?”

You scoff, “Not by rich assholes.”

You can feel Coriolanus’s hand tighten around your chin at your words, forcing you to look at him when he’s reprimanding you. You noticed his bright blue eyes were clouded with lust. 

“Tell us what you were thinking about, darling.”

Coriolanus left you no room to argue. He was going to make you eat your words, whether you liked them or not. When he looked at his best friend sitting at his desk, he noticed how nervous Sejanus was.

Sejanus preferred to respect women. On the other hand, Coriolanus liked to teach them a lesson until their tears were running down their pretty faces. It made Coriolanus’s heart swell with pride after the girls he fucked quickly learned their place with him.

Sejanus sighs, “I don’t want us to fail, Coryo.”

The tall blonde could care less about failing. They had enough money to pay off Miss Click, but Ma Plinth wouldn’t approve of such a thing. Coriolanus didn’t let the dear woman know all the atrocities he committed with Sejanus. After all, they were still her “babies."

“Sej, she’s clearly enjoying this.” Coriolanus said, a dark undertone in his voice.

“I am not!” You try to defend your integrity, but your damp panties say otherwise. “God, you two are full of it. You’re so far up your fortune’s ass that it has made your skull thick. I bet your parents paid off the headmaster to get you two in there.”

Coriolanus smirked, “Oh, darling, I think you’re just pissed off because you want us.”

Before the brunette could say anything, Coriolanus already had you pressed against the mattress with his body.

His fingers grazed your inner thigh, finding the hem of your skirt. He pushes it over your thighs, finding a damp patch on the front of your pink panties. He finds it all amusing.

Did you wear the pastel pink set just for them?

“You’re getting turned on by rich assholes, isn’t that right?” Coriolanus mocked you.

Sejanus’s gaze landed on you and Coriolanus. He didn’t have it in himself to look away, his hard cock straining against his sweatpants.

You attempt to feign innocence by saying, “Not by you two.”

Coriolanus yanks your pants to your knees, his fingers smearing your arousal all over your pussy.

You gasp at his sudden touch against your pussy, bucking your hips to gain more friction. Coriolanus had other plans with you, though. He motioned for Sejanus to pin your hips to the mattress.

The brunette’s warm hands secured your hips for Coriolanus. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way his best friend teased your aching clit.

Sejanus is almost envious of the way your arousal coated Coryo’s fingers. He slides two fingers along your weeping folds, wrapping his mouth around your juices that glistened with your arousal.

You bury your face into Sej’s bedsheets, refusing to watch what they were doing to you.

The obscene sounds coming from your pussy were enough to make you severely embarrassed.

Coryo’s fingers found your jaw, making you watch him slide a finger past your warm walls. You emitted a soft moan when his finger stretched out your pussy deliciously.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” Coryo growls, speeding up his finger. “You’re this wet from thinking about getting fucked by us, huh? Repeat after me, or you’re not going to like what I’m going to do to you.”

You grasp onto Coryo’s arms and say, “Yes! I wanted you guys to fuck me.”

Coriolanus seemed pleased with your response because Sejanus’s fingers left your hips. You were about to protest when Sejanus’s fingers rubbed your neglected clit. Your eyes fall shut due to the overwhelming pleasure, your hips bucking against their ministrations.

Your mind was reeling from the pleasure you were receiving from them.

Coriolanus took advantage of your pleasure-induced state and stilled his fingers.

“Let her enjoy this, Coryo,” Sej pleads. “We’ve both wanted her for so long.”

Coryo rolls his eyes and says, “She’s been a brat.”

You hate that Coriolanus has reduced you to this. A mess for two rich, attractive men. However, you will stay on Coryo’s good side because Sejanus looked so desperate to have you. You feel Coryo’s fingers resume their assault, curling them upwards to hear your pretty sounds.

You cry out when the blonde doesn’t let up.

Sejanus’s lips find your soft ones, swallowing your sounds. He pushes the material of your bralette to your midriff, his big hands kneading your breasts, while Coriolanus wraps his lips around your clit.

It’s humiliating how quickly your orgasm was approaching, your legs closing around Coryo’s head. With the blonde's relentless thrusts with his fingers and his lips on your cunt, you didn’t have time to warn the two of them.

You writhed in Coryo’s hold, “Fuck!"

Your juices coated Coriolanus’s lips, fingers, and chin. You didn’t miss the slight smug smirk on Coryo’s face, lifting himself off of the bed to tap his finger against Sej’s lips.

The muscular boy is surprised, but he obliges. He closes his lips around Coryo’s fingers, his eyelids fluttering shut as the taste of your orgasm bursts on his tongue.

Coriolanus suddenly replaced his fingers with his lips against Sej’s warm, plump ones. It’s messy.

There was saliva dripping down their chins as their teeth clashed. Coryo can’t help the years of pining he had for Sej, afraid of ruining their friendship. He finally got him, and he wasn’t letting Sejanus out of his sight.

Once they pulled away, Coryo wrenched your jaw open with his hand. He spat into your mouth.

Coriolanus watched as their saliva was swallowed. 

“Good girl," Coryo grins. “Turn her around for me, Sej.”

Sejanus flipped you onto your stomach with gentle hands, watching as Coriolanus quickly got rid of his clothes.

He’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t thought about what his friend’s cock looked like.

It’s long, pale pink, with a flushed tip that’s dribbling with pre-cum. Sejanus had a strong desire to suck him off, but that can wait.

Deciding to put his fears aside, he wrapped a hand around the base of Coryo’s cock. Sejanus spat into his hand, sliding his hand up and down Coryo’s soft shaft.

You decided to let them both have their moment. 

Sejanus guides Coryo’s tip into your leaking hole, slowly pushing him inside. He can feel himself get hard at the sound of his friend’s groans when your tight walls flutter around his cock.

The sight is dizzying. The muscular boy’s cock is hard when he sees your previous orgasm form a ring of your arousal around the base of Coryo’s cock. He couldn’t help himself when it came to his desires. The sounds Coryo was making, his pretty cock, and his pale body just begging to be marked up—Sejanus had to fuck him.

Sejanus cupped Coryo’s face and said, “I want to fuck you.”

You noticed something shifting in the room between Sejanus and Coriolanus. There was a brief moment of mutual interest.

“Okay,” Coriolanus breathed. “Be gentle, alright?”

The brunette nods, pressing a chaste kiss against Coryo’s shoulder. Sejanus lets his spit dribble along Coriolanus’s puckered ass, causing the boy in front of him to bury his face into your neck.

He takes this as a sign to slowly work him open for his cock. Sejanus noticed how tight Coryo was, and he’s patient enough to fuck his ass once his friend gives him the green light.

You had an arm wrapped around his neck as Coryo whimpered into your skin, his hips bucking into your pussy as Sejanus scissored his fingers in his pretty ass. 

Sejanus rubbed his hips soothingly. “Move for me?”

Coriolanus nodded quickly, setting a steady pace to ease the mild discomfort from Sejanus working him open for his cock. Your fingers found their way into Coryo’s platinum curls, gently tugging him down to meet his lips once more.

Once the blonde smashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, instantly melting into your touch as he began to bully his cock into you, the way Sej is preparing him so delicately makes him eager for him.

Once the brunette saw the first few signs of bliss on Coryo’s face, he added a second finger.

“Fuck,” Coriolanus gasped brokenly. “Sej, please. I need—"

Sejanus knew what his friend wanted. Instead, he opted to fuck him with his fingers until a little plea fell from Coriolanus’s lips. He pumped his fingers again, angling them to find his prostate.

Sejanus’s free hand smacked Coryo’s ass. “Say it.”

Coryo gripped your hips; his voice was strained. “I need your cock, Sej.”

The brunette hummed in satisfaction, pushing his sweatpants down until they pooled around his knees.

Sejanus slowly pushed the leaky head of his cock into Coryo’s hole.

He groaned, his face pressed against Coriolanus’s pale back. Sejanus is gripping his friend’s hips like it’s his life line because of Coryo’s ass gripping his cock like a goddamn vice. He stills for a moment to hold back on cumming inside of Coriolanus.

Coriolanus is fucking you with reckless abandon.

You’re whining into Coryo’s shoulder as he drills his cock into you. The obscene noises are driving you to your second orgasm of the evening. You can tell it’s affecting Coriolanus because he hasn’t removed his face from your neck.

Once the brunette’s hips met Coriolanus’s ass, he began to move carefully. The last thing he wants to do is hurt Coryo, but the blonde is pushing his ass back against him. He released a guttural groan as he matched Coriolanus’s pace.

“I’m going to cum,” Coryo moans breathily, his fingers finding your puffy clit. “Come on, pretty girl.”

You gasped when he rubbed your sensitive clit. Coryo leaned down to latch his lips onto your nipple. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t you want to be a good girl for Sej and me?”

You gush onto Coriolanus’s cock, your head falling back onto the mattress.

The blonde was still fucking you through your own orgasm, chasing his own as Sejanus continued to pound into his ass.

You try to move away from him due to your recent orgasm, but it is no use against Coryo’s firm grip.

You cry out, “Coryo! I can’t—it’s too much.”

Coriolanus dug his fingernails into your hips. “You can do it for me, baby. Are you going to help Sej make me cum, huh?"

You nodded vigorously, your chin tightening around his cock at his words.

“Sej, please,” Coryo groans desperately. “You don’t need to be gentle with me right now.”

You really wished he hadn’t said that, because with every thrust of Sejanus, he was bringing you closer to another orgasm.

When the tip of Sejanus’s cock grazed Coriolanus’s prostate, the blonde kept muttering profanities into your chest. There was drool spilling onto your skin from the way Sejanus was fucking into Coriolanus’s sensitive spot.

Coryo fisted the sheets and said, “Fuck, Sej! I’m gonna—”

He had come into your pussy, some of it pooling on Sej’s bedsheets. Coriolanus slumped against your clammy skin, nuzzling his face into your collarbone.

Not long after Coryo’s orgasm, Sejanus had come inside Coriolanus's ass. A smug grin on his face.

“I like you too, idiot,” Sej says as he gently pulls out of Coryo, pecking his shoulder again. “We’ll need to talk about this later, though.”

As the brunette collapses onto his bed, he notices the way your eyes are shut in bliss while Coryo is on top of you. His heart swells. Sejanus could get used to this sight.

Coriolanus looks up, mumbling, “Sej?”

“Hm?” Sejanus’s eyes meet Coryo’s icy ones. “Do you need anything?”

“I want to be in a relationship with you, Sej,” Coryo admits, grinning playfully. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Sej pecks Coryo’s lips. “We’ll all have a discussion, okay? I promise."

“Not to ruin the moment," you giggle. “But can you two get a room?”

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[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 9/?

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Danny came face-to-face with green eyes.

Damian was here.

“Hey Val, can we have that order to go?”

Tucker and Sam looked toward where Danny’s attention was and immediately understood. They looked at each other before turning toward the half-ghost, worried.

“Sure thing,” Valerie said while looking a bit confused. Curiosity swam in her eyes. Sam paid for the food, and they stood to the side, silent.

“Hey Fenturd!”

Danny sighed. He really didn’t want to deal with Dash right now, especially with Damian watching.

“What do you want, Dash?”

“Because of you, I got thrown earlier. It’s time for me to return the favor,” he said while hitting his left hand with his right fist.

From the corner of his eyes, Danny saw the man, Dick, hold Damian down. His twin brother looked livid.

“Can we do this later,” he asked, “I’m not in the mood, Dash. I’ve had a pretty shitty day.”

“And it’s about to get worse.”

Danny didn’t even try to dodge the fist. He had to keep his cover, after all. It’s not as if Dash’s hit hurt anyway. His grandfather, hell, Damian has hit him harder than Dash ever could. Danny instinctively closed his eyes.

The hit never came.

When he opened his eyes, Dick held Dash’s fist.

“I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

Dick was glaring at Dash, and holy shit did he look scary. Well, he was a vigilante.

Dash flinched a bit and then backed off. But not before giving Danny a murderous look. Great, something else he would have to deal with at school. Why did these people have to show up and mess with his life? He had been doing fine until they decided to meddle.

“Here’s your order,” Valerie said. She stared at Dick and then toward Danny.

“Danyal, how could you let trash like that bother you? We taught you better than that.”

Danny scowled and ignored his twin, “Thanks, Val.”

He got the order and walked out of the diner with Sam and Tucker following behind him. It didn’t deter Damian.

“Dami,” the man, Dick, said his brother’s name in a warning tone. Who would’ve thought the precious heir would ever allow anyone to talk to him that way?

Danny felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He didn’t think. He took the hand and flipped the person attached to it. Unfortunately, Damian didn’t land on his ass but did a flip in the air before landing on his feet in a crouch.

People were staring at him. His classmates were pointing and whispering to each other. Fuck! So much for keeping a low profile. He could imagine the gossip being born.

“What do you want,” Danny asked, “You’re just ruining the life I’ve made here.”

“I want you to come home, Danyal. You belong with father and me.”

Damian saw Danyal’s face darken with anger.

“It’s Danny. And I already have a dad. His name is Jack Fenton. Leave me alone, Damian Wayne.”

“Did he just say ‘Wayne’?” People were muttering and looking through their phones. Some were even taking pictures.

“Tt,” so much for a low profile.

“Not so fun to have your cover blown, is it akhi?”

Danyal left with his two friends, leaving Damian behind.

____

John Constantine, Hellblazer, occult detective, the Laughing Magician, was not having a good time before the Bat called. Batman told John about the Anti-Ecto Acts, and he could feel himself getting an aneurism.

Who the fuck decided that putting a hit out on the denizens of the Infinite Realms was a good idea? He knew it was against them because only creatures from the Infinite Realms produced and used ectoplasm. He didn’t know much about Infinite Realms, so he sat down with as many books as he could find.

John took a swig of scotch straight from the bottle. Then, he started researching.

Contrary to what most people thought, John spent more time in books and doing research than fighting monsters and demons. He had told Bats to give him a few hours to learn more.

What he found worried him. There were very few weaknesses that these so-called ghosts had. Some of them had never been human, to begin with, and were personifications of concepts. Dreams, time, nature. They were more akin to gods.

And the bloody US government had basically declared war on these beings.

John sighed as he turned the page to the book he was reading. It was going to be a long day.

Hmm, maybe he should call for some help. Deadman might know more about the ghosts of the Infinite Realms.

Making up his mind, John started the ritual to summon the other members of Justice League Dark. Besides, what’s the point of being part of a team if you don’t get help occasionally?

____

Danny had decided to leave his friends behind. He just wanted to be alone. After what happened in Nasty Burger, Danny felt tired.

He opened the door to his house and was met with Vlad’s smirking face.

Fuck.

“Hello, Dann-o! Vlad decided to come visit us,” his dad said with feigned enthusiasm. That was a first.

His mom came from the kitchen holding cups of hot tea.

“I can see that,” Danny said, “to what do we owe this?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve found out some interesting things and wanted to make sure secrets weren’t being spilled. Yowch!”

Danny suppressed a giggle. His mom ‘accidentally’ dropped some of the tea on Vlad’s crotch.

“Oh, I am so sorry about that. Let me go get a clean towel for you.”

“I’ll be in my room,” Danny said as the chaos unfolded. Besides, he wanted to know why Plasmius was here. He knew the moment he locked himself in his room, a duplicate of the older halfa would be there.

Lo and behold, he had been right.

“So, Daniel, or should I say Danyal? It’s time we talked, hmm?”

Danny tensed. Vlad knew.

Fuck!

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#Forgotten Demon Twin #dc x dp #dp x dc

[sourbinnie]

☆ silent ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angsty angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!ateez x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> malicious comments weren't gonna go unnoticed by your boyfriend even if he couldn't do anything about it. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n: second part of silent, hope you enjoy :] don't forget that i'm going on a trip so i'll see you all on sunday again !!!

-> the request | hyung line

-> the scenario

you didn't wanna attend at first but something about seeing your old friends made you give in. being there with your boyfriend also brought comfort to you and eased your nerves. anxiety couldn't help but kick in when you thought about seeing some of your old classmates and how they were doing right now. you've seen pictures all over instagram of them living their best lives and you were stuck in your job and trying your best to handle money wisely. your boyfriend didn't mind and your family was happy that you were where you were, so why did you have to doubt yourself?

well it was easy when you were surrounded with rich folks who didn't know anything but money and luxury. even after experiencing some of the stuff your boyfriend was used to, you couldn't get used to it but right now? yeah it was definitely too much and too show off for your liking. speaking of your boyfriend, he was there surrounded by people wanting to take photos with him, asking for autographs and wondering why he was here but nobody would kick him out because idols were sacred to them. you were thankful he would be supporting and cheering you on from a distance. 

well if you knew what was coming, you would've never brought him along.

"didn't know this was a reunion for the lowest of low." one of your old classmates said laughing and looked at you up & down. he was scanning you with his stare and it made you feel so small but you tried to think nothing of it yet you knew exactly what was happening.

"yeah same man, i thought this was gonna be an exclusive thing. good to see you though (y/n)!" another one exclaimed as she laughed. what did they expect from a high school reunion? to invite only the privileged old students? well maybe it would've been a better idea. 

"yeah good to see you." you said in a small voice, wanting nothing more than to leave with how you were being perceived. there was no doubt that your boyfriend was looking at you right at this moment. you wanted to leave, you were going to leave at any moment.

"hope you get a better job soon sweetie. since that dress/suit ain't looking too good." one added and you excused yourself as you left the scene. the tears threatening to spill at any moment as you tried to make sense of a direction to go to, far away from them.

san ✉

if yeosang was mad then san is the maddest of them all. he could not stand what just happened, it took everything in him not to run up to the guys who were messing with you. he stood there, like a statue as he watched you walk away and then he excused himself to find you. if someone found out about it, he didn't care, he needed to see you and comfort you right then and there. he would deal with the consequences when they showed up.

he found you, your face buried in your hands and a soft sob could be heard. he turned you around and hugged you, burying you in his arms and chest but you quickly broke off remembering someone could see you two.

"don't worry about that now love." he said but you shook your head as he sighed. he didn't want you to care about his idol image when you were feeling so down. then again he should be the one caring about that but he could not give a damn at that moment. "they're fucking stupid if they think like that and i'm sorry you had to go through that."

"sannie am i just different? am i just less than them?" you asked and it was his turn to shake his head. he couldn't believe that you were feeling this way and that you had believed their words in the end. it hurt him deeply that he was the cause of it somehow too because he should've been there defending you.

"you're so much more. if anything they're the ones missing out the amazing person that you are." he said looking at you then looking around one last time before kissing you. leaning in on a sweet kiss as he felt your lips moving against his and breaking away too soon. "god i wish i could go and show them you're the best person i've ever met." and even if you couldn't do that right now, you believed san word for word. 

mingi ✉

did he hear that correctly? did someone just diss you like that? he was not having it. bumping into one of them on purpose as he walked to find you and not even saying "excuse me" because they did not deserve it (this is mingi's way of seeing fuck you). he didn't get mad often but this sparked something in him, it was probably because it had to do with you and someone making you feel bad. he pretended a bit more until he actually got tired and worried trying to find you but you were nowhere in sight.

he found you in the car when the event was over and wiping your tears away. if he didn't feel like he won the worst boyfriend contest before, he sure did now. who the hell lets their significant other cry all alone?

"baby i'm here now, it's okay." he said as he hugged you and made you sit on his lap. wrapping his arms around protectively and kissing your cheek to make you feel a bit better at least. "god i'm sorry, i feel like such an idiot for letting that happen."

"it's not your fault mingi, don't blame yourself. especially when we both knew this was gonna happen." you said as you laid your head on his shoulder and hoped that the pain would go away with his embrace. 

"even if we did, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. listen babe, i hope you can see your friends again and have a good time because this was just out of hand and uncalled for." he said as he looked at you, the sight breaking him but at least he got to hold you now. he wasn't really good with words but his actions spoke louder than anyone did tonight and that brought the comfort you needed.

wooyoung ✉

he lived for teasing you but he knew when he was out of line. this was one of those moments where he knew that these were not your friends and they were the assholes you were afraid of encountering again. his gaze was on you the entire time even if it was kind of obvious, he wanted to make sure you were okay but when the situation was brought into the scene, he lost you in the crowd. 

he was so mad about losing you that he left mid conversation, not caring about the other person talking. he felt terrible knowing he insisted you to come to this place and now knowing you went through this all alone. he just wanted to make sure that you were okay first.

"god finally i found you." he said when he did indeed find you after searching the whole place. you were shivering from the cold but like the gentleman he is (sometimes), he put his jacket around your shoulders. "baby you look incredible in every way, don't let these idiots tell you otherwise."

"i know i'm stupid for believing them but it's hard. i feel so humiliated." you said and it bruised him how you were speaking in such a low tone with those teary eyes. 

"it wasn't okay and you know how i suck at comforting you when you're like this darling but i'm sorry. i'm sorry that you're feeling like this and that your stupid boyfriend couldn't do anything about it and i'm sorry you had to be the center of attention like that." he said as he put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. you didn't say anything in return as you sighed and let yourself go with wooyoung, whispering sweet comfort words in your ear.

jongho ✉

he hated making a scene but he knew exactly where this was gonna go when your ex classmates approached you. he would kindly tell them to fuck off if he could but he remained in his spot as he watched you leave and watched them laugh. how old were they that they thought this high school shit was okay? he excused himself and in the crowd looked for you everywhere. 

he was so frustrated and tired from the socializing that wouldn't stop even when he went looking for you. but eventually he found you at the entrance, luckily no one was around but he still felt so bad. his heart was heavy as he saw you, pretending that you were on your phone but wiping away the tears every now and again.

"lovely please don't believe them." he said which startled you but you knew that voice all too well as you turned around and saw him there. "you know they do that because they're unhappy with the life they have right?"

"well it doesn't show. how could they be unhappy when they have everything? i can barely afford my rent." you said as you bit your lip, not wanting to let the tears flow anymore but it was almost inevitable as you felt so stupid.

"they're never gonna know true happiness if they act like that." he said as he held your hand in his and looked at you. he had never seen you so defeated and sad, it crushed him. "but i know i found my true happiness with you and i hope you're able to forgive me for how i didn't act tonight." he muttered and you buried yourself in his embrace as he held and kissed your forehead.

#sourbinnie #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez drabbles #atz #ateez #ateez imagine #ateez angst #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x gn reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #jongho x reader #mingi x reader

[nyubiecore]

Paris In The Rain ☆ kim sunwoo

a the boyz sunwoo oneshot

" walking down an empty street puddles underneath our feet "

kim sunwoo x fem reader

genre : fake relationship , frenemies to lovers , fluff , kiss

in which the fake relationship you both agreed upon started to feel too real to be fake in Paris , the City of Love

a beep noise came from your phone , notifying you of a new message

you reached for your phone beside you as you pressed the on button , now displaying a selfie of you and sunwoo that you guys took before taking off

you checked the message from sunwoo :

" wyd "

" taking a shit "

" why'd you even bring your phone w/ you to the toilet "

" jk " " just chilling at the balcony " " why? " seen by sunwoo

you only roll your eyes and enjoyed the view of Paris in the rain. you've heard from your mom that Paris looks the most beautiful when it rains . you smile to yourself as you take some pictures of the Eiffel Tower from your hotel room to show to your mom

your class had arranged a week trip to Paris in the holidays , you got to share rooms with your best friend , Yoora for the week

at first , you didn't want to go since it costs a hefty amount of money but since you figured it would be one of the last memories in high school so why not , since your apparent fake boyfriend offered to pay half of it that you thanked him for the thought but still pay all of them off yourself - with some help from your parents of course

" why why? is it sunwoo? " Yoora asked from inside the room where she sat on the bed

you looked over your shoulder , " yeah , but he put me on read " you said in your most annoyed tone

she smiled " this is good times , you should go on a date with him tomorrow since we're free anyways "

" i won't bother " you replied

she let out a huff in defeat " hey you guys are couples in love , we are in the city of love , do you see my point right here? "

you stopped on your track then moved to join her inside " does it look like that? do you really think he's in love with me? "

" are you a fucking fool? everyone could see that you moron "

" what do you mean? "

" ask any of our classmates who've never seen him staring at you hopelessly , and that one time you almost fainted in class that he escorted you to the nurse's office even if he knows he needs to pass that class " Yoora said half defeated " don't keep denying it Y/N , cut yourself some slack will you? just because of that jerk you saw last summer and it didn't work out make you think it'll never work out , okay? " she continues comforting your overthinking self

you were silenced

since you guys started this agreement just because of some petty ex-boyfriend of yours who's currently a psychopath that would chase you all the way down the worm's hole to get back with you

and his possessive fangirls who'd never shut up and chase him everywhere , there's not one person in your class that has found out about this agreement and only compliments about how cute you guys are

at some point , you yourself were confused about this. is it really fake? since the last 3 month you guys became the school's hottest ship , it would be a lie to say that you've never had a thought to actually put hope in this relationship and never fluttered upon his actions

like that one time you didn't answer his text because you were crying over the miserable life you were put in and he searched for you all over town until he found you , finally hiding at the playground all by yourself

but all of those thoughts didn't last long as you kept hearing voices about how he is bad news , that he's a big red flag and that one time he cheated on 3 girls at the same time

some oil were also poured into the flame by his fans who couldn't sit back and watch you guys happy and always , searched for any possible chances to judge you , trample you and gaslight you that sometimes you even felt so small that you were scared to even face them at some point

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your arms getting swayed by Yoora

" girl? Y/N? gosh stop with the daydreaming , the doorbell rang , go check it out will you? " she said

you blinked your eyes , coming back to your senses as you rush to the door

you pushed down the door knob , opening the door revealing sunwoo , in his comfortable hoodie over his head and a hot pink colored umbrella on his right hand

" wanna go for a night walk , princess? " he said in an attempt to charm you

sunwoo always likes to give you pet names but since last time you guys watched a classic movie about the royal family , he started to call you princess and couldn't stop talking about it

your heart fluttered a bit but you couldn't possibly show him that " in this weather? " you ask ridiculed

his brow hanged higher than the other as he showed off the umbrella on his hand

" in this? " you continued as you looked at yourself in a graphic pajama set

his lips corner curled up , " if you'd like to , i won't mind but i could wait here if you mind the cute fit " he chuckled to himself

you gave him an eye as you asked him to wait while you go put on a proper clothes for the ocassion as Yoora give you the eyes

by a few minutes , you came back out in a white sleeved crop top and black loose jeans

sunwoo stood on his feet as he checks you out

you roll your eyes " keep your eyes to yourself would you? "

he smirked " sorry to offend you princess "

you guys walked to the lobby and sunwoo leads you along the revolving door until you guys came outside the hotel , taking in the scent of the rain and the sound of Paris's bustling streets

walking on the sidewalks of the road , sunwoo opened the umbrella that mostly covered you

" what's with this hot pink umbrella? " you laugh

" shut up " he said as he roll his eyes

" hehe"

you wanted to say something about how his other hoodie side that were exposed to the rain were clearly wet but you knew he wouldn't bother.

while walking , you came over a wine shop

you look at sunwoo who were already looking at you as you smile cheekily

" can you read my mind? " you asked as you nudged sunwoo's side

" I can't read minds but I can see what's in front of us " he replied

you nudged harder to his side as you rushed to cross the streets

after a successful attempt of buying the cheapest wine , you guys were seated at one of the bench near the Eiffel Tower

you drank straight from the wine bottle and swallowed the berry flavor.

the rain had stopped raining by this time

sunwoo just looks at you

you took in the view of the big Eiffel Tower in front of you. far from what you expected , you couldn't actually hold your liquor as much as you thought you could.

you grunts as you leaned into the bench

" I'm so glad that I'm here now , right? " you turned your head towards sunwoo who were quietly looking at you

he smiled to himself as he nods softly " me too "

maybe it was the air , maybe it was the wine - it should be the wine - but you felt like you were free off pressures and your right mind because …

you smiled cheekily " did you know? that none of our classmates suspected our relationship? " you chuckled " I mean , it's such a sudden thing but how could they be so gullible , right? " you said as you chuckle

sunwoo stayed quiet - furious? - as he reached for the bottle of wine and took a sip of it

you watch him as he put the bottle down " oh? did we kiss just now? ommo ommo " you said as you laugh drunkenly

he only kept quiet as he avoids eye contact with you

" hey , I'm sad that you act so relaxed over my first kiss " you say making a sad expression

" princess , that's not a real kiss okay? it's just an indirect kiss " he said earning a nudge to his side

you look up at the Eiffel Tower , " did you know? I heard from that if you go to watch the Eiffel Tower in the rain with your lover , your love will last for a long long time " you said drunkenly

" who says that? " sunwoo asked

" me! " you said as you pointed to yourself and chuckle

" then, we're going to be lovers aren't we? "

" ey , how can the kim sunwoo of Daeryeon High date a nobody like me. you won't know how much it takes to date you even if it's fake " you let out a huff

" why is it hard? "

" your lover would have to see your table full of gifts from girls prettier than her everyday , don't even mention the judging eyes she'll get from your die hard fans too , oww even talking about it sends me shivers to the bone " you say hugging yourself on the bench

he stopped on his track. it's not like he never knew how bad girls who've had relationship with him got bashed. it's just , since you he started to feel eager to keep the relationship though he knows you're having a hard time , ofc he tries to protect you at all cost tho

" so you won't do the role? " he laughs

" do you want me to? " you jokingly say as you make eye contact with his sweet eyes

the sudden eye contact only triggered sunwoo and you didn't really mind it since you were drunk and everything

he looked away , his cheeks slightly tinted with pink blush " what if I say I want , then what will you do then? "

you stopped , " hek " you got hiccups. you embarrassingly cover your mouth and looked forward

he smiled looking at you " we should go now " he stands up as he wrapped his arms on your side holding you steady while you hold the wine bottle on your hand

maybe because of the late hours or the choice of way , the streets seems a bit more quiet not in a spooky way , just comfortable? or maybe it was because of your company? you didn't know anymore as the alcohol takes control of your brain

along the road , you saw a flower shop that were still open and many bouquet and varieties of flowers from the glass

" pretty tulips " you said drunkenly

he looked at the flower shop

" wait here " he said before abandoning you outside the flower shop

he ran back out in a few minutes with a few tulips wrapped in his hand then hands it to you

" what is it? oh! tulips! " you say as you clap repeatedly

he only smiled as you take the tulips from his hand

you guys continue the walk as it freshen you up

but the unstraight walk didn't go away

" princess , can't you walk straight? it's dangerous "

you only chuckled " hey do you like me? why do you call me princess all the time , it made me flutter.. " the last part was said in a lower voice

he only shake his head

you kept the unstraight walk until you wanted to cross the road that you almost did carelessly

when a bicycle almost hit you , that you felt a hand on your elbow pulling you back from the road , turning your body to the owner of the hand and sending your tulips to bounce to the sky

panicked sunwoo is now a few inches to your face , you could smell the light scent of wine from his breath that were fanning your face

" gosh you're so clumsy " he said but didn't break the close proximity

your eyes broke into an emotional eyes " hey , can you stop making my heart flutter? do you know how much I started to like you since 3 months ago? "

he was taken aback for a bit but the emotions left his eyes as it went to your lips

" what if I like you " he said

" don't make those kinds of jokes , it hurts "

you said before seeing your tulips that is now stuck on one of the tree branches

you point at it " my tulips "

sunwoo looked at the spot you pointed to , him being a few cm lower from the branch helped as he reached for it

it became a failed attempt , so he held the end of the branch and shake it lightly sending the tulips to almost reach the ground when you and sunwoo tried to prevent if from falling

reaching for it , both of you accidentally held hands - with tulips in it - and were faced in the same proximity from just now

you turned to face him , you scanned his delicate face

you never cared how sharp his nose and his jawline is - also the fact that he's much more handsome than you imagined , you were pretty much in awe

" your nose is so well sculptured "

" stop that , princess "

" stop that pet name "

" what if I like you that's why I give these pet names? "

you stopped on your track

" you're kidding "

" are you still drunk? "

you look at him ridiculously " umm.. no? "

" then I should prove it to you " he said before bringing his hand to both your jawline and pulled your face closer to his bringing your lips together

the kiss was slow but you can feel the adrenaline pumping in your brain and your heart rate soaring

sunwoo pulled away a few seconds after

you look at him , still ridiculed " what does that kiss mean? "

" I'm sorry for stealing away your first kiss , but I do actually like you and the reason all of our classmates didn't find out isn't because they're gullible but because I liked you for real and I show my gestures to you " he said

you could see his vulnerable gaze towards you , you could fall in love in that gaze every time and now , you're sure , you're in love with him

" can I kiss you back? " you asked

" if you kiss me now , it means you are my girlfriend , real girlfriend and I won't want to let you go anytime near " he said smiling

you smiled widely as you connected your lips with his into a kiss you knew you could never forget for a long time

the kiss was firm as he wrapped his arms around your body and your arms going to wrap his neck

you pulled away for air as you tasted the last remaining taste of wine lingering on your lips

" should we go now , princess? " he asked making you flutter

you got up and wrapped your arms on his neck , gave him a peck " we should , prince " you smirked as you walked along the empty lane with him

sneakily , he reached for your hand and held it

" I guess a walk in the rainy Paris actually helped huh? " he said

-end-

thank you for reading , i think this one is kind of awkward since i'm not really good at writing these types of things so please cut me some slack :>

#tbz au #the boyz #the boyz au #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #tbz #the boyz imagines #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo #sunwoo au #Spotify

[vxntagedior]

what about something where xavier has one of his dreams that something bad will happen to you? so then he’s not letting you out of his sight and saves you from whatever it is, maybe like the gargoyle situation. and then he has to admit that he’s been following you to make sure you’re safe and he’s a little embarrassed but obviously reader thinks it’s sweet. i think non-established relationship, just classmates. if this is too vague or you’re not feeling it, please ignore, no worries!! 🫶🏻

knight in shining armor

summary | xavier comes clean on why he's been following you lately

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | platonic relationship, angst, fluff ending

word count | 721

Xavier stood in watch in horror seeing the sword plunged through your stomach. Trying to make his way towards you, he felt like this an invisible barrier stopping him from getting to you. 

Watching as you fell to the ground, holding onto your stomach tightly, he slowly watch as the life drained from your eyes. 

“Y/n!” He heard someone scream through all the chaos.

Jumping from under his covers, Xavier let out a gasp, his hand over his heart. Sweat covered his body. Running his hand through his hair, he let out a shaky breath. Tears started to well in his eyes, the last time he saw someone die in his dream, it happened shortly after in the real world.

Xavier was slumped over his desk, his pencil sketching over his paper, staying up for the rest of the night knowing he wasn’t going back to sleep. 

Staring at the picture in front of him, looking at the scenery, seeing how familiar it looked to him. Seeing the gargoyle was what made it like for him. 

Xavier practically made his goal to make sure nothing would happen to you. That following up Monday, he sat next to you in every class the two of you had together, luckily which was more than half. Luckily the two of you ran with the same group of people so it wasn’t odd that he was constantly with you. 

But as the school day came to an end, that was where he started running into problems. You had your own clubs to attend to while he had his, but having the same friends, he entrusted them to look out for you when he wasn’t there. 

By the second week you knew something was up. You and Xavier were good friends but you could tell he was constantly lingering in the background. Keeping quiet about the situation, you let him continue whatever he was doing. 

“How have you been Xavier?” You smirked, looking at him from across the table. Xavier froze slightly before looking at you. Since his dream, you noticed the shift in his behavior. He started to become more protective of you, and apparently you were the only one. Divina noticed it was, and started to tease about how he liked you and couldn’t stay away. 

“I-I’m uh good.” He nodded his head, trying to look anywhere but you. 

“Have you been dreaming okay?” Fuck, he cursed himself in his head, after all this time thinking he was being distrect, you probably caught on to what he was doing. 

“Not really.” He said truthfully, shyly looking back up at you. You stayed quiet, just letting him continue to talk. “The other night, I uh, had this dream about you, I don’t I could even call it a dream, more of a nightmare.”

Sensing his distress, you placed your hand on top of his shaking ones. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me if it’s hurting you this bad, I understand.”

Even as he was trying to tell you that something was going to happen to you, you had his interests in heart. 

Xavier closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, slowly letting it out before opening his eyes back up and continuing. 

“You got hurt, like really bad.” He confessed, “And since I saw that I’ve been around you trying to make sure nothing bad would happen because I don’t want to lose you.”

Finally looking back up at you, he saw you getting out of your seat, making your way to his side of the table. He didn’t expect you to hug him, his eyes wide, before melting in your touch, reciprocating the hug.

“Thank you.” You whispered into his ear. 

“You're not weirded out by this.” He said in shock.

“Xavier, you’re looking out for me, making sure I’m safe, it’s far from weird, it’s kind.” You smiled, “I’m thankful for someone like you in my life, you’re like my knight in shining armor.”

The joke seemed to make him smile, something you haven’t seen in a while. 

“You know you’re my best friend right.” He said. 

“And you're mine, we look out for each other.” You nudged his shoulder, “Next time I get a scary dream about you, I’ll protect you.”

“My hero.” He said dreamingly before laughing.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #wednesday addams

[werezmastarbucks]

kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship pt 2

first part

warnings: mutual abuse, mentions of school shooting, folie a deux, mentions of stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, living with trauma, otherwise it's fun! also, Kevin gets way more jail time while I'm captaining this ship

• Kevin got a reduced sentence, because at the time of the shooting he was just three days shy of sixteen

• that shows that he was calculating from the beginning to the end. Moreover, he calculated exactly how much time it would take him to fuck you, and he managed to do it even with some spare time left

• the headlines screamed of despair. You heard that Kevin had killed his father and his little sister - that angelic, innocent, happy girl, before going to school

• there were many times when you asked yourself why he spared you

• but there were now other things to think about. Like, how you were supposed to go on living now. Your own little grudge about that night at the party dissipated and became a minor failure even before the calendar year was out.

• you heard his mum sold the house and moved away on the outskirts of the city. She didn't leave the town though, because at first, Kevin was held at the local facility for minors.

• even you got your share of hatred, to say nothing about his mother.

• the police investigated you mildly, because you were the only survivor in the massacre. They quickly understood you hadn't conspired with Kevin. But people didn't care.

• very soon, you moved away and left the town, and school, behind you.

• five years of therapy, contemplation, heartache, spent with total lack of comprehension of what had transpired. Weeks turned into months as you went into a frenzy, sitting in your room, staring at the walls, trying to find your place in this story.

• you were recalling all of the moments you spent with him, one by one, trying to find the second he snapped. You remembered how you marveled at the beautiful stack of arrows on his wall. Just like Robin Hood's.

• five years of therapy, and self-reflexion. And then, when you were twenty years old, you decided to google his name for the first time in all that time.

• "I don't know why I did it: Kevin Khatchadourian, school shooter with a bow, has been transferred to the adult prison". An article from three years ago. There was a lot of news about him, a lot of pictures of Kevin. Him in his orange costume, hair cut short, and he looked like a disgraced puppy, lost. He was almost nothing without his magical poetic hair.

• one of the videos from court displayed him crying, hiding his face in his hands. You knew these tears were nothing but an act; just a thing everybody expected, or maybe, he wanted to try, and see if the reaction would be to his benefit.

• "The Robin Hood school shooter feels remorse, apologizes to families"

• there were even articles about you, though, in fewer numbers. Still, some theories that you helped Kevin to lock the hall; or that you were his sex toy that he had mercy on. As you went deeper on the internet, there were even accusations of satanism and demonology.

• through the news articles you watched Kevin grow. He turned seventeen, eighteen, then, his hair grew a little. Today, he was being fried in the adult prison. Very soon, there was another school shooting in the same state, so everybody forgot about Kevin Khatchadourian. Plus, he killed so few people; just seven. Weak. Reading this number, every time all these five years, you were taken aback. The whole ordeal felt like it lasted at least an hour. You were seeing everything in slow motion

• the truth was, every time you closed your eyes, for the longest time after, you started seeing Kevin's distorted face. As he grinned with hatred while he was killing your classmates. Little tiger cubs make that face when they learn to roar.

• the latest pictures of him were from the last year; he was a young man of twenty now. His black slick hair brushed back, bruises on his cheekbones. He was a broken man, the light dull in his eyes. Only in the corners of his mouth, there was the old Kevin. The Kevin who laughed at dumb people.

• sooner or later it was inevitable that you started asking yourself questions you couldn't answer. Could I have prevented it? To what degree has he been using me? Why did he spare me? Not like he cared about me? In his eyes, as he looked at me in the yard, there was nothing but resentment.

• you went to see him in prison, thinking about how you looked to someone who hadn't seen you in years. Thinking about your classmates who didn't get to be twenty, nineteen, throwing hats in the air, buying cars, traveling the world.

• all your unrequitted loving, and the dark undulgence, the sense of being the chosen one aside, you thought of those teenagers they used to be and stayed forever, and you wished to be in their place. Because then, you wouldn't have to see Kevin again.

• he looked worn out, but wild in a way, the same pitch-black hair, the same empty stare. Only, it became completely hollow now. His eyes only lit up for a secons when he saw you entering the room.

• you trembled with the realization that this person on front of you, behind the glass, killed seven people you knew, and was now smiling to you. A grown-up cougar. Unaffected, bored, like your coming was a matter-of-fact occurrence.

• his first question was what took you so long. He thought you'd run with lectures and commeuppances ages ago.

• his face sported a split eyebrow, there was a bruise on his forehead. His cheekbone was cut, it seemed, some time ago already, and a pink scar made his perfect fucking face asymmetrical.

• "Did you get beaten up?" you asked. He replied that he had got into a fight. His knuckles were torn to shreds almost, it was unpleasant to look at them; his skin was pale, pulled over his skull. Black circles around the eyes told you he didn't sleep well. He looked ever more like a vampire. The unpleasant kind, not like from the Vampire Diaries.

• he tried to ask you again, why you didn't visit him earlier. His mum was the only one, he said, who ever came, besides the lawyers and the journalists. You scoffed at it and left it without the answer. His eyes were palpating you, examining. His mouth slightly agape. He hasn't seen a woman, you thought, except his mother, for a very long time.

• "I came to ask you one question", you said, and Kevin made the face of annoyance. You went on anyway. "Why did you kill my friends?" He mocked you. Why did he do it. If only you knew how many people came here and sat in your place, and asked the same stupid question. Have you people no imagination nor consciousness to bore him with that? Like he knew. "Because I could", he spat out, "because I wanted to, and I had the means. Because I was annoyed with those people, and they made me irritated. What reasons do you want? I have no idea why I fucking did it; to piss you off? To make you spend five fucking selfish years thinking about why I fucking did it".

• you were not impressed. You didn't expect a fifteen year old narcissist to comprehend his own actions completely.

• "Why did you spare me then?" He shrugged.

• "Because you were nice to me".

• "I punched you in the face".

• he shrugged again like it didn't matter. But it did matter to him back then.

• you're like a robot, you said, you're not supposed to feel anything for a girl who you fucked and threw out like a sock with dry cum. You're a machine and you shouldn't feel anything. It irritated Kevin, this comparison with an inanimate object. Truth was, you were trying to get to his core, to hurt him as bad as you could, to see if he's still alive at all.

• "What's your point?" why didn't you kill me with the rest of them?

• he clutched the phone and rolled his eyes like you were asking the stupidest possible questions. His eyes then drifted down to your chest, where, propped against the glass, was your arm with an old, long scar from the razor.

• "Why, you have a death wish now?" he whispered. A familiar lustful smile was curling his lips. You noticed another scar on his lip, from someone's fist. It must be tough for the pretty boy here at prison. You wondered if the inmates were afraid of him.

• "I could organise it, you know". You realized he almost never, if ever, called you by your name. At all, as if it didn't exist. You wondered if he even knew your name at all.

• "You can't, you're in prison. You're a rat behind the glass. Do you understand, Kevin, that some of the parents of my dead friends, killed themselves years later?"

• he swayed his head with a question, like, what's he have to do with this information?

• "And", you panted now, "all because of one angry boy, and you're... it's the lack of grey matter in your brain poless, Kevin. You're a psychopath. And it's not good, do you understand, you're less than others. You're a little bit less of a human than the rest of us".

• finally, you saw the look of indignation on him. It was rage and disgust, but so quiet that his face just elongated, like a cat's. He was silent, burying you with his stare.

• "We all need one thing, Kevin. All of us. But you can't have it. It is inaccessible to you. That's why you did it".

• Kevin's nostrils were flaring. You put down the phone and stood up to leave. You could hear him scream through the glass. You caught him right by the balls. He was so smart, so, so intelligent unlike all these dumb people. But he couldn't guess what you meant. All these years he'd been searching for the answer, and it was just out of his reach.

• "What? What is it? What is it? What is it, Y/N?"

• he got fifteen years, actually. So, he was out when he was thirty. Still very young, all life to live. He pretended a lot in prison to get the appeal, but he was never granted it. Still, just fifteen years, and then he was out.

• you haven't seen him for ten years.

• the 8th of April was shifting further and further from you. Watching all the school shooting happening in the country was strange. Like almost each of them seemed a next chapter to you, like you were supposed to puzzle them all in, into one coherent picture. You changed jobs, you got in and out of relationships, none of which stuck. You didn't talk with your best friend from school, you drifted apart. You moved out and lived alone, acquiring lonely hobbies and observing people.

• the short visit to prison to see Kevin left a bleak impression of frustration. The memory of losing your virginity to him seemed like a minor failure still. You remembered that night very vividly, and now all of the time you were spending with him, was very clear to you.

• looking back, you saw the manipulation and hot and cold approach he practiced on you. You were something of a practice dummy for him. You could travel back in time and stand there next to yourself on the porch of someone's house and watch yourself kiss him for the first time. You could see him now, from a great angle, how he trapped you in his cobweb. How his eyes were never warm or loving, or even interested, but always calculating, measuring. He always looked at you, you realized, as if he was trying to guess your height for a coffin.

• you've never thought of the life 'after'. In your mind, the fifteen years of prison were eternal. You thought it was the period of time during which you would kill yourself

• you tried to learn everything about ASPD as if it could help you in anyway to deal with what had happened.

• the year when he got released, you only learned about it from the news.

• "Kevin Khatchadourian, the Robin Hood shooter, to be released this May". The article reminisced of the tragedy, and speculated on whether fifteen years have shaken Kevin enough for him to become a good boy. Kevin, it said, had gotten a pretty good rehabilitation back in the minor facility, and very rarely was in trouble at prison. He was an excellent inmate, obedient, friendly and very active at the workshops. He worked at the hospital wing and cared for other inmates. You wondered how many people he made die slowly and painfully, getting high on the power he had over them.

• not immediately did it shake you to reality: Kevin was now about to be free in two months. You tried not to stress about it too much. He didn't give a shit about you. Not then, not now. The therapy groups organized specifically for his victims and the families gathered that spring more often than usual. You weren't accepted there, weren't welcome. They couldn't forgive you for surviving.

• a week after his release you noticed Kevin on the other side of the street as you left for work in the morning. You didn't much care and ignored him. But the sight of him was something to think about. His hair was now long, almost to his shoulders. He was broad-shouldered, tall, and even from across the street you could see his warning eyes.

• you were careful not to get any pets or close friends. It wasn't a problem before, and it wasn't now.

• you cut yourself sometimes, and now started to do it more often - every time you caught yourself thinking, finally he's out.

• you've never gone to a proper doctor, only had therapy for five years, which you quit after visiting him in prison. It was all useless, you thought, because I still want him, and even more now. Everything that's happened to you shaped you into this creature of guilt and need.

• but also rage.

• he once held you by the throat and aimed an arrow at you, and since then, you barely felt fear, like someoned switched it off.

• Kevin came to your place. You tried to shut the door into his face, but he caught it. Close up, you could see his face, thin and pale with the lack of sun.

• he wanted to talk to you. Like adults.

• he said that no, you were never that special, but you actively chose him, again and again, and he was interested to find why. When it appeared so easy to make you have sex with him, he lost interest, but then, at the night of the massacre, for some reason, he just didn't feel like killing you

• you were nobody, to each other, he hasn't even thought about you the first five years, before you came to visit.

• then the thought of you became somewhat of obsession

• he probably idealized you

• you asked where he lived now, and he said that his mum bought a flat in the city and had a room for him. You called him pathetic. At first, he didn't react; he looked broken.

• but there was still the same sense of grandeur in him; you, a feeble creature, thought you could outpower him with only your fury and jealousy, indignation at what he'd done

• but, as Kevin once told you, the world was so unfair to little, pretty girls like you

• he threw you on the floor of your kitchen

• you laughed with relief, saying, "Finally! I thought just fifteen years of prison broke you like a dry twig".

• the look of recognition sparked in his eyes; he kneeled over you as if to say something, and you got his nose with your fist

• one would say it was a happy (in the most infernal way) reunion

• you fought, and laughed, and kicked each other, and kissed with the blood dripping heavily in between your mouths. Only there, in the isolated square of your apartment, you could finally confess to yourself that you didn't give a shit about anything; you haven't for some time.

• the blood was smeared on the floor, on the table, on the cupboards of the kitchen from how much you fought and punched each other

• he left you half dead, and redeemed, it felt

• he said that he'd return soon, and he expected you to be there waiting for him. He didn't want you to go to work or see anybody.

• you laughed at this suggestion and got up to tell him something to his face.

• he was in the bathroom, washing his face. The blood was dripping from his nose onto his t-shirt; he looked like a painting

• and paintings are objects you could own.

• you said "Make me"

• and his smile was almost happy; Kevin could only master so much, that it looked like a deranged grin. The time he spent on the bottom of helplessnes in prison, with nothing but his own self, changed the way he smiled. There was nothing behind his eyes when he smiled now.

• he promised he would go out and fuck whoever he wanted, and then return to you, smelling like other women, and there was nothing you could do about it

• you clenched your fists, but you were now so weak you could barely stand. Your whole body ached.

• he helped you shower and washed your hair, tugging on it, giving you instructions, like an idiot, expecting that he had the same control over you

• after work, you go straight home, you don't text with your parents, don't see your friends, every time you leave your house, you tell him where

• you laughed like crazy at these words.

• Kevin, Kevin. His name was like melody. The pain in your body, bruises, were the first thing you felt in a long time, and, coincidentally, they were connected with the feeling of elation you had now, that his hands were on your neck and your shoulders.

• you could fuck whoever you wanted, Kevin, but it would only happen one time, because if you do, I'll cut your balls off

• and to make him sure that you weren't bluffing, you tried to stab him with manicure scissors from the bathroom mirror.

• his reactions were fast, and he caught your hand inches from his face.

• as he looked down at you, sitting in your bathroom in the pool of pink blood, blood on your forehead, your eyes rolling, he thought about the time he finally started paying attention at school. The girl who loved frogs so much she couldn't look at dead ones. Weak-gutted.

• he now almost admired how deranged you have become. At the moment of epiphany he realized he was the one who made you like this. He was so, so happy. Or what he thought was happiness.

• you pulled on his collar, biting your lip, and put his face very close to yours

• "Don't fuck with me". He saw all the fun coming and he didn't have any desire to disobey.

• Look, what was that damn thing you were talking about when you visited?

• you watched his sculpted face and his sharp bones, the tilt of the head and the vampiric malevolence in his eyes. What was love anymore? Would it have made any difference, morally, if you two had met in normal circumstances, and, more importantly, if he was normal? Would you even have fallen for him if he was a good boy?

• this life was a vortex that became tighter and tighter every year. Next to your memories of school, was this confined bathroom, like you existed on all of the planes at the same time. You laughed at your own naive young self that was looking for excuses for Kevin. uwu, his mum didn't want him. He's too pretty to be that bad. He didn't need excuses, he was always the villain. The good people are never that striking, that vivid and suffocating.

• nevermind, Kevin, it doesn't matter. I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

[tatsumessy]

You took my heart, and gave it a home - {006}

Synopsis

you, rin and all the blue lock boys are classmates in your final year of high school. both of you have to work together on a project so thankfully yours good friend bachira was way too excited to give it to you, but who knew that would turn into everyone you know and love finding out your worst secret.

Pairing

Itoshi Rin x fem reader

TWs

physical abuse, mental abuse, sexual abuse, alcohol abuse

Taglist 💕

@shikamiru @babbymario @oppirate-blog @little-charlatan @vilarawaltn @miyuaditt @beidousbubz @saeswifeeee @heartstealer-law @sheeshizzy @justxiao @tsukishiro-yue2402

Rin looked up from his notebook to check on your progress only to see you passed out leaning against his bed. He was tempted…very tempted to wake you up and kick you out of his and his brothers house but you looked like you were having a hard night.

Getting up from his desk chair he bent down gently picking you up and placing you on his bed. “Mmm..” you winced rubbing the sore spot on your neck and turning to make yourself more comfortable on his bed. Rin couldn’t help but stare at your neck, the bruising got worse over the past couple of hours and he knew that you and your father weren’t just arguing.

His hand hovered over your face as his finger moved your chin to the side so that he could get a better look. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of your neck then took one of your busted lip. You fidgeted from the coldness of the AC and he backed away before you could wake up and question why he hovering over you.

Standing on the podium you glanced down at your note cards while Rin pulled up the slide show on the big screen. “Okay Itoshi Rin and Y/n L/n. You may begin.” You gave your teacher a gentle smile then watched Rin greet everyone in class then begin your presentation.

The two of you switched between speaking and explain what each slide meant and explaining the research the two of you did. “Thank you, does anyone have any questions?” You asked and saw your teacher raise her hand, “do you have any examples?” Before you could answer Rin he told her that you did. You looked at him in confusion as he asked you to go to the neck slide.

When you pressed the button there were multiple images of your neck and lips. The bruises from the night your father choked you and slapped you, the bruises were evident and it was something that couldn’t be hidden. Obviously no one could tell it was you but you knew, it’s your body… You looked over at Rin and he was speaking to your classmates about the images, so while you were at his house in a vulnerable state he took a picture of your bruises and used them for your presentation.

He finished and the whole class started clapping for you two, before anyone could say anything to you, you grabbed your things and left the classroom. You started walking down the hall and you could hear Rin call out for you. “Y/n! Wait.” He caught up to you because of his freakishly long legs and his hand gripped your arm to force you to look at him.

“What’s wro-” before he could say anything else you slapped him. Snatching your arm from his grip you wiped the tears the fell from your eye. “YOU HAD NO RIGHT! You think I wouldn’t notice my own fucking body Rin?” He stood there looking down at the ground while holding the side of his cheek. “I didn’t mean anything wrong by it.” He said trying to justify his fucked up actions.

“You didn’t mean anything? So taking pictures of my bruises and using them didn’t seem wrong to you?” “It wasn’t supposed to be like that Y/n. I took pictures as evidence because you were upset and had bruises all over you. Are you getting abused?” Biting you lip more tears fell from your eyes.

“It’s none of your business Rin.” “None of my business? It is my business when your calling me to come and pick you up with tears in your eyes and bruises all over your body.” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you, your eyes were glossy and your cheeks were flushed. “Fuck you. Don’t worry Rin, you won’t have to worry about hearing from me anymore.” “What do yo-”

“Hey Y/n? What’s going on?” Chigiri walked over with Bachira and Nagi, “nothing.” You said and walked away leaving all four of them in the hallway. You walked out the school not knowing where to go, you definitely weren’t going home and you weren’t going to sleep on the streets.

Isagi excused himself from class and went to go speak with his homeroom teacher. “I wanted to talk about my friend Y/n. She hasn’t been feeling well and a couple of us wanted to surprise her but we don’t know where she lives.” Isagi lied straight through his teeth as he started scratching the back of his head hoping that she’d believe him.

“That was such a blatantly horrible lie but I’ve been worried about her so I’ll give you the address to her and her fathers apartment. Make sure she’s okay.” She started writing the address on a sticky note then handed it to him. “What do mean make sure she’s okay?” Isagi asked in confusion as he stuck the sticky note in his pocket. “Her mother died before she started high school.” She sighed then excused herself to go to her class.

Isagi didn’t know that. He didn’t know your mom died, you always had this positive attitude about you and the amount of crackhead energy you and him had together never posed any real issues.

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[happyk44]

Just thinking about Todoroki seeing his classmates get together and yearning for something similar but the only person who isn't taken that he mildly likes is a certain spiky blonde who has displayed no physical interest in anyone.

It's easy with everyone else. He's picked up the signs. Blushing faces, stammers, longing glances. Most of it culminates into a mutual courtship but for the most part, some of it fades and wanes into the next crush.

He doesn't really get it.

He wonders if Bakugou doesn't get it either.

Maybe that's why he doesn't turn red unless he's screaming and why he doesn't preen himself like a bird when someone specific comes in the room. He never stammers. He's too confident. He sweats but he always sweats.

The more Todoroki watches him, the more he can tell that Bakugou is pretty. He knows what pretty is - what other people say it is at least - and Bakugou fits.

But it's somewhat more than that, isn't it? It's not just his face, it's his voice. There's a deep melody to it even it's only heard when he's hollering. And he has nice hands. Sure, they're calloused and tough, but always clean, deliberate black fingernail polish on his nails.

He smells good too. Strong. Like caramel.

He's never been one for sweets but Todoroki is always a little tempted to lick him just to see if it is anyway.

And his hair looks stiff but he's grazed it enough times to know how soft it really is. Uraraka is obsessed with Midoriya's curls and, if Todoroki transposes that onto someone else, he understands why. There's this forbidden element in Bakugou's whole stature. Off limits to everyone.

And he's pretty.

And Todoroki likes him in all his screeching brash honesty and aggressive manic grins and sparking popping hands and swears so dirty his sister would plug his mouth with soap

"Take a picture, Icy Hot," he seethes and Todoroki blinks out of his staring. Bakugou stares him down. "It'll last longer."

He cocks his head and then does so. Bakugou's face burns and he swats Todoroki away, snapping at him with no real heat. Todoroki bounces back and leans against the counter again.

Bakugou is always focused when he cooks. Can he blame him for staring?

"We should date."

Bakugou's hand goes so white around his spoon, for a moment Todoroki is certain he's going to snap the wood in half. "Hah?"

Todoroki pockets his phone. "Everyone else is dating."

Bakugou rolls his eyes. "So, what? You're a fucking sheep now, Two-tone?"

"No." With his eyes, he traces the outline of Bakugou's arm - the way his muscles twitch under his skin.

"You sure fucking sound like it," Bakugou mutters. "Everyone else is dating so we should. Ha!" He snorts - an ugly sound if it were on anyone else. "As if."

"Do you not like boys?"

Bakugou waps at him with the spoon again. Todoroki flees to the other side of the kitchen, spicy red sauce stinging his wrist. He licks it off his skin and resists the urge to hiss. It's really hot.

Bakugou watches him with a careful eye before turning back to his food. "Who I do and don't like is none of your business, Weak Tongue."

That's a new one. Todoroki chews on the edge of his tongue to regain any sensation that has now been dulled before answering.

"You like me."

Bakugou looks a second from blowing off his head. A usual reaction when Todoroki says they're friends. It's been a year of it though and his reactions have toned down.

He doesn't scream denials anymore.

That should count for something.

"I tolerate you," Bakugou snaps back. "I tolerate all of you."

Well, that's not true. He's not the opposite of who he used to be but he's changed. He doesn't growl during rescue training as much as he used to. He teams up with the others effortlessly - even if he still grumbles and shouts at them. And, although testy about it, he does let others take the lead when needed. Infrequently and only a couple people - Midoriya, Iida, and Momo.

Everyone else is usually relegated to "convince me and maybe I'll listen" but even then, it's more than what it was.

He stretches his sleep schedule on weekends to hang out with the class and his own little group. He helps with studies.

He even cooks when asked - although it does take a little praise to convince him but it's very rarely a lie when it's done.

"You like me," Todoroki corrects and he ducks when Bakugou aims a small burst at his head.

The smell of burnt hair singes above him but he pats his head and feels nothing on fire and so counts himself lucky. He took out the entire top of Kirishima's hair once. Although he looked quite nice when Mina evened it all out. And it seemed the connection over hairstyling is what brought them together in the first place.

"Say it again," Bakugou hisses, "and next time I won't miss."

He's still prickly about friendship but if Todoroki cared about that, he wouldn't be doing this.

"We should date," he repeats, taking a tentative step forward.

Midoriya's self-sacrificing tendencies must be rubbing off on him.

"I don't date extras," Bakugou says.

Todoroki pauses. "How do I stop being an extra then?"

There's a pinched look to Bakugou's face that screams "don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him" and it's presence makes him warm.

Something to work through later but for now he settles into that feeling and steps closer and closer until he's pressed into Bakugou's personal space.

Bakugou cuts his eyes at him. "Back up." Todoroki does. By an inch or so and Bakugou seethes. "Annoying," he mutters.

But he doesn't tell Todoroki to back off anymore. So he hovers.

The silence isn't palpable but it is tense. It cuts around Todoroki's throat like a noose, attached visibly to the flexing fist at Bakugou's side.

Bakugou stirs his sauce without word and Todoroki hovers nearby. His heart beats with every thump of the spoon against the pan. It's a near quiet sound but in the silence it feels all too audible.

Maybe this wasn't his smartest thought.

"Why do you want to date anyway?" Bakugou says at last. "Because, as is fucking obvious, if I did date, I wouldn't date a fucking sheep."

"I'm not a sheep," Todoroki mutters. He wrings his wrist. "Everyone else just seems so happy."

"So? You need to do what everyone else is doing?" Bakugou smacks him, a short shot from the back of his hand up against his chin. His head knocks back but Bakugou keeps going. "That's a sheep."

"I think it would be nice to see why."

Bakugou snorts as he turns off the heat. The sauce is bubbling and he gives it a final stir before spooning it into a still hot bowl of rice. "Get a fucking clue and maybe I'll think about it."

He drags over the other bowls he'd laid out for his so-called squad and spoons the rest of the sauce into them. "And ask me better next time, idiot." He cuts his eyes at him, a ferocity in them that sends a chill down Todoroki's spine. "I don't take to demands."

"It was more of a suggestion."

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

He did not.

Todoroki shifts. "No," he says. "That's what I like about you." Bakugou pauses, his shoulders tensing. "You don't care about things like that. It's weirdly calming."

Bakugou snorts. "You sound like my old man." His eyes cut him again. "I'm not gonna date my old man, Icy Hot."

"I wouldn't want you to." Todoroki reaches up, grabs a box of rice crackers out of the cabinet and holds it to his chest with both hands. "Enjoy your dinner, Bakugou."

He's halfway out of the kitchen when a fork smacks him in the back of the head. "Oi, dumbass."

Bakugou points at one of the bowls. "You can't live on rice crackers alone, idiot."

He brushes past Todoroki with a rough push, his free hand hot against Todoroki's skin. Their fingers just barely glide across each other. Todoroki stills, catching Bakugou's eyes as he grins, all teeth bared. Then Bakugou turns and shouts out into the living room for his "incapable extras" to go feed themselves.

Todoroki is gone before they can even notice he grabbed a bowl for himself.

#dated january 26th 2021 #from the twitter archives #bakutodo #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #happy talks mha #my writing #my fanfic #oh this one is adorable #i can't believe i forgot about it

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - 13

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader Prompt: Mirrors / edging WC: 3.3k Summary: The smartest girl and smartass boy, a short tale of each course you and Hongjoong had together. The wheel of fate spins ominously, crossing your paths with interesting results TW/CW: switch!both, mean!hongjoong, edging, mirrors, frustrated/angry tears, fem pronouns. good girl, corruption. both characters have shit they should be in therapy for, not safe or sane.

Just to say it again. DO NOT. I REPEAT DO NOT use ANY of my writings as guides. It’s fiction.

Bouncing on the balls of your feet you knock on Hongjoong’s dorm door. Everything about the situation made you nervous. The overeager front row student paired with the brooding handsome man whose quick witted comments cut through the silence of the classroom sharply when you least expected it. Paired by fate, or rather the will of the professor's name randomizer. It was the only fair way, she claimed, to choose partners for the final project.

The day of the partner announcement you had a stomach ache. This person would be tied to you for the rest of the semester, over the course of two months almost 50% of your grade would be made up of assignments related to your experiment, from conception to execution to presentation. The list was posted outside of the professor’s office door unceremoniously ‘whenever they arrived’ so it was on the classes groupchat to monitor the status of the door, a different student casually passing by every so often to check. You’d of course volunteered, passing the door at 9:21am just before your first class. It wasn’t until midway through that class that your phone started blowing up with notifications, mercilessly buzzing away in your bag. Heart beating wildly, legs on manual mode you forced yourself to look at the list, half considering begging a friendly classmate to send a quick picture instead.

“Gosh, why am I so nervous about this?” Chest tightening you breathed deeply and stared, scanning the list for your name, finding it and then, “...Kim Hongjoong? Shit.” Your heart sank. You didn’t really know him, you’d seen him in a couple of your general psych courses but never really had to interact. His entire aura was intimidating. 

You approached him as class wrapped up. Extending the proverbial olive branch. “Hi! Hongjoong? I’m your partner!” Your voice shot up several octaves, overly peppy and bright. Tense. Smiling, he nodded cooly, “yeah, I know.” “So! We should swap numbers then!” You pressed further, frenetic energy shooting out like bolts with every plosive consonant. “Since we’re partners now. For class. Partners.” “Yeah sure,” he pulled his phone from his pocket and placed it on the desk between you. “Go ahead and call yourself from my phone. I’ll add you.” Swallowing and clenching your fist you forced yourself to smile brightly. So this was how it was going to go. Fine Kim Hongjoong, you thought, I will do the work. “Of course!” You tapped your number in and double checked it, notifications with only names shown floating at the top of his screen. Calling yourself quickly you shoved his phone back at him, “I think someone is trying to reach you.” “Yeah probably,” Hongjoong slid the phone back in his pocket without another word. Kim Hongjoong I will drag you through this project kicking and screaming if I have to, you thought, fist clenched in your pocket, watching him walk away.

You gave him two whole classes before texting him. Two whole formal opportunities to arrange something with you to discuss your experiment. He was already disappointing you and the project hadn’t even started. You tried to text him in a curt formal way. “Hi! It’s me! Your project partner! We have an assignment due next class!” His response was infuriating, “oh right yeah, hows 4 at my dorm” “Your dorm? I was thinking the library would be nice!” “fluorescent lights bother me” Your fingers tighten around your phone, shaking it angrily. Fucking Kim Hongjoong. “Yeah of course! So 4pm at your dorm?” “Sure”

It didn’t take long for disagreements. Most of the time you just rolled over, letting him take what he wanted. “Wow I just don’t think i’ve ever heard you have an opinion on anything ever.” Hongjoong shrugged, reclined on his bed.  The comment, so casually tossed into the middle of your conversation, made your ears burn. It had been 3 weeks of meeting, preparing for your first data collection. To Hongjoong’s credit he wasn’t the worst to work with. Yes he got things to you late, and of course he seemed delicate about his environment but he wasn’t disrespectful. You’d even found yourself vaguely enjoying your weekly check in with him. You hated to squash his contribution to the project but his methodology was just so poor you couldn’t help yourself. “I have opinions on things!” You lower your laptop screen, incredulous. Honjoong looks bemused, matching your energy immediately. “Oh? Tell me, just one opinion, no rationale, just one unsupported opinion.” “I fucking hate your mirrors, Joong. There are too many of them. Can’t even avoid my own eyes.” “Oh very good!” He claps politely. “They open up the space. Try harder next time.” You open your quiver and loose your first bolt. “Don’t give me that interior design bull. It’s because you’re in love with your own reflection.” His hand covers where the observation hits hardest, mouth hung wide in faux-shock. “Spicy! Your psychology major in action. Again!” “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

Nodding he raises his eyebrows, “that’s the point. You’re finally starting to be interesting.” “I knew there was something off about you.” You snap the lid of your laptop shut, balancing it on the small corner of space Hongjoong had cleared at his regulation issued desk. “I’ll send you the plan for Saturday later. You can see my edits in real time in the doc-” “That was interior design bullshit. You’re right,” he interrupts your forceful packing up. “I like to watch myself fuck pretty girls like you. Every angle of it. That’s why the mirrors.” He smiles as the sentence sucks the air from the room, leaving your legs weak. “So in a way, your first observation is right.” Your packing slows to a snail's pace, almost frozen as you slip your laptop into your bookbag. Barely breathing. “You must’ve wondered that first week, if I was going to fuck you then. I know what inviting a sweet girl like you to my single dorm looks like. I’m not dumb and frankly, I don’t think I'm suave enough to pull it off.” “Then why,” you ask in a voiceless whisper. It’s Hongjoongs turn to look at you incredulously, “because fluorescent lights give me headaches and I have a single dorm? Did you think I was lying about that? My point is, I know what I look like but I don’t think you do.” You should keep packing and leave. You know that with your whole body as pins and needles prick and cascade down your spine. The distinct feeling of disobeying spreads urgently through you. You shouldn’t be here anymore. You shouldn’t be in his room having this conversation with him. “Don’t pretend like you know anything about me Hongjoong.” Your voice cracks, heat flooding your face. “You can see a lot more from the back of the class than you think.”

The little strand of you tethering you to your spot snaps. Dropping your laptop into your bag you march, legs on autopilot, from Hongjoongs dormitory, out of the building and make it half way home before you realize you’d left. Who the fuck does he think he is? Who gave him the right to speak like that about you? What does he think he knows that you don’t? He didn’t even know you like that. Why did you answer him like that? Why did you let him provoke you? Everything had been going so well. All you had to do was smile and be polite and kind and just take whatever was thrown at you with grace and humility and suffer through it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until your pillow is soaked. Crying with frustration. You should’ve stayed silent and small and let him say whatever he wanted and just dealt with it later. Alone. Put your feelings into a box to sift through and decipher later. Not with anyone. Not with him. His knowing smirk bothered you. You stewed over it as you wrote and researched and rewrote. What did he think he knew that you didn’t? What could he see that you didn’t? Glancing at his cursor hovering the location he’d left it as yours traveled miles and miles down the page. Carried itself far away from him like you had. No sense in letting someone only taking the course for the science credit it gave lower your grade. “What can you see from the back of the class that I can't see from the front?” Truthfully you have no idea how you look, you only know how you feel. Standing at his fucking door again, the next fucking day, at 4 fucking pm. The wear of a long night visible on your slouched shoulders and sunken eyes. “You know you didn’t have to do that.” Hongjoong pinches the bridge of his nose, pulling you in by your forearm. “When would you have done it?” He shrugs his right shoulder, “eventually I guess?” You sigh, “you’re avoiding my question.” “I’ve just seen a lot of front row warriors just like you. Keeping yourself on task, studiously touch typing as you see the professor jot down notes, never slouched, never sleepy. And across the board you are all doing it to compensate for something.”

You scoff and stand with your hip cocked, ready to unleash hell. And then you stop, fire in your heart still burning, you breathe in, and out. Kim Hongjoong will not get the best of you today. “Compensate is certainly a word for it. I think we all wear masks we’d rather not take off.” “What’s mine then?” You stare, chewing the inside of your lip. “Your mask is toughness.” Hongjoong nods, lips pursed in sarcastic shock. “Very good. Traditionally masculine mask. A good attempt but….You really don’t see anything from the front of the class do you?” Carefully he shuffles you in front of one of the many circular mirrors decorating his walls, hand skimming your shoulders and spine. “From where I sit I see a woman who wants so desperately to be liked by others that she tries to be everything to everyone all at once, pretending she has no opinions or thoughts to the contrary, but deep down is stewing and boiling away with demons stirring the pot. Hence, compensate.”

Transfixed by your own image as he described it, your hands pull the zipper of your hoodie down, the heat of the rage he’d so carefully pointed to warming you from the inside. As though by identifying it, he’d freed it from its cage and let it spread through your limbs. Hongjoong’s eyes gaze back at you, face framed by your head and shoulder. Silently he takes your hoodie and tosses it onto the chair. “Does that sound like you?” “Some.” “What part?” “The good girl full of demons.” The visualization of your other twin opposite slowly nods. “I thought you’d like that part, glad I was right.” He scans your body in the mirror and in front of him, hovering just above your skin, the tip of his nose tracing the outside of your aura.

“Did you want to fuck me?” You say suddenly, wistfully, as though he were a lover of many years long passed. “Not at first.” Hongjoong trails his fingers up your arms, your hairs standing on end as he passes. “Do you now?” “Of course I do.” Fingers trickling back down your arms he watches the cascade happen again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Why?" “I want you to fuck me.” His hand unbuttons your jeans, his hand dipping between your thighs, middle finger finding its home in your slit. “Interesting,” Hongjoong purrs, licking a stripe up your neck to watch you shiver. “I can already feel you soaking through your panties. I thought you were a good girl.” “I am a good girl,” you press back against him, already feeling him harden against the cleft of your ass. “Look and call yourself a good girl.” His hand slithers up your shirt, pinching your nipple. Gasping, leaning into his hands you find your own eyes in the mirror. Your face screws up into something approximating calm as you speak, “I’m a good girl.” “You really think so?” He hisses as his teeth scrape gently over your skin, covering the red marks with a flurry of pecks. Bunching your underwear he rubs faster, your knees buckling into each other. “Say it again. I didn’t believe you.” “I’m a good girl!” You yelp as the man unceremoniously removes his hands from your body, letting you topple forward into the mirror.

Hongjoong is on a mission, yanking your pants down he kisses the backs of your thighs, slapping your ass. “Keep them spread and don’t you dare look away from that mirror. I want you to see yourself for who you are.” Two fingers thrust shallowly just inside of your entrance. Your entire face bunches up slowly starting with your brows furrowing, then biting your lips, finally your eyes threatening to pinch shut.  “Shit Hongjoong puh-” you get the first syllable out before he rams three fingers into you at a punishing pace, palms going white pressing against the mirror. Cunt trying to hold him in place you clench down but it’s an unfair fight, he has the leverage of his entire bicep to pound his fingers into you. Your face reopens, eyes wide and pleading, mouth hung in an open groan. As suddenly as he starts he stops, catching you around your ribs as you lean forward, dazed by the onslaught. “You’re a good girl right? You’ll take what I give you?” Your pussy twitches, staring at yourself wild eyed. “I’m a good girl.” “I don’t think you feel it yet.” He guides you to the small bed, tipping you back into the sheets and he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses up to your thighs. His breath tickles cooly over your leaking slit. “Your cute little cunt’s all swollen!” He coos before flattening his tongue to lick a fat stripe upwards. “I think it knows how to be a good girl. Right?” Filling his mouth with your mound he laps at whatever his tongue can reach, teasing the tense muscle of your entrance with the tip.

Two fingers joining in you toss your head back, arching into the sheets. Your reflection looks back at you from above, your body spread out, arms splayed above your head, breasts akimbo with Hongjoong devouring you between your thighs as you moan and tilt your hips into him. “Oh fuck-Joong!” you clench around him again, grinding yourself against him, just about to release, and he pulls away leaving you a whiny slithering puddle. “You’re such a dick!” Hongjoong smirks, licking his fingers lasciviously. “Every good girl like you has a thing for assholes like me, why?” “I don’t know!” Grabbing a condom from his bedside table he tosses it on your stomach lightly. “Your choice, I don't care either way.” Rolling your eyes you slide the condom over him. “I’d love to see that pout wrapped around my cock but,” he glances at your white knuckles, “I think you might bite.”

Prodding your swollen clit with the tip of his cock your nose crinkles angrily. Lips quickly forming into a tiny frown as he repeatedly teases your entrance, running himself along your slit, barely catching on the inside of your entrance and then retreating. Just as you feel your blood boiling over, fists clenching, ready to smack him, he pushes all the way inside. Your gasp is giddy and high pitched, melting your tension back to a low simmer. Legs around his waist you both watch through the mirror as he pumps slowly in and out, dragging his cock along your walls. Smashed together like this, chest to chest, nose to nose, all the important bits hidden, you almost look like a couple, two halves of a whole. “Joongie,” you lilt, wantingly. “I’m a good girl.” Forehead and nose pressed to yours he chuckles, “of course you are,” before leaning back to his haunches and grabbing your hips, using your body like a fleshlight, fucking into you with abandon. Lips raw and plump, tits bouncing with each thrust you stretch your arms up above your head, pressing them to yet another mirrored wall, feeling the cheap glass bend and bow beneath your fingers. The plastic of the mattress crinkling. “I’m a good girl. Let me. Please let me.” The tension in your body builds quickly this time, chest burning, lungs emptying of all air, you’re on knifes edge as Hongjoong rips away the build up viciously. “Fucker!” You reach up and claw his back, collapsing, heated into the sheets. Denied again. “Why do good girls like you like assholes like me?” He pants, wild eyed. “Have you figured it out?” You narrow your eyes, defiant. “Because inside I'm just as rotten as you, I’m just better at hiding it.”

“Oh very funny,” he’s sneering he scoops you up and folds you over, forcing your face into the sheets. Ree-entering you from this position he feels larger, pushing against your cervix, guts churning with each languid thrust. The sheets muffle your guttural groans. “Look at me while I fuck you,” chest pressed to your back he growls in your ear. Tugging the back of your scalp your face angles up, looking unavoidably into the mirror. Makeup smeared down your cheeks, face burning. Your cunt clenches around him. For sure his RA would be hearing about this later. “You listened to me the entire time, you were such a good girl and for what? I didn’t even let you cum. Did I?” Hot frustrated tears run down your cheeks, “I’m so close! Please! I need it!” Pulling from you he lets you crumple onto yourself. “If you know what you need, take it. Or you’ll only get what’s given.” “I need to cum. I need you.” His expression is deadly serious, “if you know what you need then take it.” Knuckles clenched and white you flex your arms with all your might, whipping around and pushing him back into the bed. “You’re insufferable.”

Hongjoong’s face breaks into a wide grin as you slide back down onto him. “You’re right. I need it, I’ll take it.” You grind down on his pelvic bone, sparks immediately flyings, head tipping back. “Oh shit.” Eyes blown wide you watch yourself, almost in third person, fuck yourself against the man below you. Chest arching proud to the mirror, his hands holding your hips fast to his as your body twitches and shakes with pleasure. “You know what you need, take it.” Repeats over and over in your head. Galloping along rhythmically, almost ritualistic in patter, urging you faster.  Your orgasmic waves become a typhoon, building up up up so high it can’t help but crash down. “That’s it, take it,” he grunts from gritted teeth, rocking with you. “My good girl. Taking it so well. Keep taking exactly what you need.” Your walls flutter and pulse with glee, sticky wetness dripping down his shaft and coating his pelvis. You slow, a great burning reduced to a smolder, need to destroy satiated for now. Catharsis. Not far behind Hongjoong’s cock empties into the condom, your cunt milking him diligently until twinges of overstimulation pricking him. His eyes blurry staring up at the mirror, your skin tones mixing and melding and bleeding together like a kaleidoscope before his eyes.  Your hair adding into the impressionistic painting. “Do you see it now, the way I see you?”

I had a TIME making this. At first so easy to write but as soon as it was late it was a struggle to finish. not completely happy with it, i like some bits though.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #Hongjoong x fem!reader #ateez x fem!reader #february filth fest

[melon-cream-enmu]

Was going through my hidden folder and I just…

Cw hookups, non consensual phone call during consensual sex, enmu jacks off to the phone call, both you and enmu are freaks but neither of you know until the end, consensual sex initiated at school. Above photo us a girl but I’m pretty sure I left this free of any gendered terms

Being in love with your friend and classmate Enmu Tamio, being so disgustingly obsessed with him that thinkin about him with your hands down your pants isn’t enough for you. Toys aren’t enough, humping your pillow isn’t enough, riding your stuffed animals isn’t enough, nothing is enough anymore. Even when you watch videos you’ve taken of him and you, and listen to the audio files you get when you turn on your phone recorder without him knowing. You need him inside you.

But he’s so kind and sweet and…normal. You’ll ruin your friendship if he ever finds out, so you have to get off some other way.

So you start letting men use you, fuck you full of load after load shot into condoms now tied off or oozing onto the sheets as you stare longingly at your phone. At pictures of him smiling at you, at videos of him talking with you, and the secret things you’ve taken without him knowing. You can successfully enough imagine it’s him pummeling your guts right now and you finally get to cum and feel that release every time.

You start seeing certain people regularly because it’s easier than finding someone new on the street to take to a hotel. They’re all fine with what you’re doing, they don’t care, they’re just here to get dick wet. But….maybe one of them…is gonna be ‘nice’ and extend that olive branch for you :3 they see you staring at a new message from this guy you like and, when he gets you close to cumming, your face falls into the pillow and you drop your phone as you squeal and writhe under them. They smirk as they drag your phone to the perfect spot and tap a few buttons and look at that, it’s dialing someone. Not that you know.

And he picks up on the first ring. Eager guy huh. Truth is, Tamio is just as obsessed with you as you are with him, scared to tell you and ruin what little access to you he has. At least as your friend he can easily get secret pictures of you, and take you places that give him an excuse to take your hand for a single moment to lead you one way or another, or even allows him steal the spoon off the table when you go to the bathroom at the cafe you wanted to try, to keep for later when he can tongue and suck at it, remember how your tongue caressed it as his hand jacks himself dry. So when he picks up with a call of your name, slightly murmured with sleep, wondering why you were calling so late, he’s stunned by what he hears.

A voice, obviously yours, sweet and squealing and whining, obviously in the thralls of pleasure, and the unmistakable sound of sex. He’s frozen, why would you do this to him? He’s sad, but he’s so hard. The man behind you yanks your head up by your hair and Enmu can feel his dick twitch as your sounds become clearer, and with a shaking hand he pushes down his underwear, laying completely naked in his bed and fists his already leaking cock. He keeps his phone close to his ear as your pretty, perfect sounds penetrate his brain, and he starts stroking himself in time with the wet slaps of some guy against your hips that are so loud.

The call just keeps going, he’s straining not to cum, squeezing his dick painfully tight to stop himself as he shakes. He’s not sure how much longer he can go, and though he’s sad that you’ve had someone else this whole time, he doesn’t want this to end. But your voice brings him out of his spiraling emotions, with a call of his name.

He gasps, tip spurting cum before he can compose himself, succeeding in edging himself for just a bit longer now. The guy he’s thought to be your boyfriend chimes in behind you. “So that’s this boy your always lookin at huh?” His heart skips a beat. And your voice responds. “Ahn! Y-Yes!” He hears the rustling of bed sheets as your voice grows louder and the man’s hips stop as he grunts while you cry out, finally hearing you cum. The man’s voice is right in the speaker now and Enmu’s blood runs cold. “You must be a lucky guy” the voice whispers before the call ends, and so does he, a loud, shuddered moan as he trembles, finally coming after so long, soaking his hand, thighs, sheets, even his abdomen. He sits there as he breathes heavy and stares with shaking hands at his screen and his dick. He looks at the call time…48 minutes…

He’s up all night, jerking off to the sounds of you still fresh in his mind. Meanwhile, you’re up all night crying in a panic. When you’d gotten home you’d looked at his contact and seen the recent call. You don’t know when the guy had called him, and you can’t remember how long it had gone. Tamio had to have heard you fucking some stranger, he probably thinks you were teasing him, taunting him like some sick girl who gets off on hurting boys like him. There’s no way he doesn’t hate you now. You cry yourself to sleep, and barely get any before you have to be up for school the next day.

You avoid him as best you can. You can’t face him, not now that you’ve ruined everything. You’re friends see that you’re uncharacteristically quiet, you’re eyes are puffy, you look tired. No one can get what’s wrong out of you, through the entire day they worry and watch as you keep to yourself and rush between classes. He catches glimpses of you during the day but can never get away to go after you, so he waits until the day is over and people are heading home. He sees you, walking almost sluggishly alone in a hallway and he’s not going home without seeing you.

You hear running behind you but don’t bother turning around but as it gets louder the person grabs your wrist and yanks you with them. You recognize that hair and panic, while he keeps running with and into an empty classroom, haphazardly closing the door. “No no please I’m sorry, I didn’t know he called you please I didn’t mean to-“ as you back away and to the wall he grabs your shoulders and kisses you. It’s sudden, uncoordinated, and you trip over your own shoes, falling back onto your ass and taking him with you. Your lips parts for just a moment and his tongue feels for yours. Your hands tremble as you grip his lapels and you can feel that he’s shaking. You’re overwhelmed and your eyes begin to water, moving your head down and away from him.

“Tamio-kun I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“What were you doing?” You can’t look at him. “I…was seeing someone…” your eyes widen at what he says next.

“Why did I hear you say my name?” You sit stunned before you bury your face in your hands and try not to sob. You’ve ruined it, you’ve ruined everything. “Why did he say you were looking at me?” The urge to just wrench your hands away from your face and kiss you again is strong, but he can’t ruin this.

You can’t run, you have to tell him. “B-Because I do, I do this all the time a-and every time I look at my phone and imagine it’s you! I have ph-photos and videos of you that I use, and I’m sorry…I understand if you hate me, an never wanna see me again…” He sits there, he can’t believe it. This whole time, you’ve been doing what he does to you. He thinks about what to do next, what won’t scare you off.

“…Show me” He whispers. Your eyes are dripping with tears as you look up at him. He can see that your terrified and it hurts how good it looks on you. His hand ghosts over your shin, moving to just barely lay atop your knee and let his thumb stroke your skin. Your hand searches around on the floor for where you’d dropped your phone, unlocking it and staring at it scared before you opened that folder, and slowly turned it to him. He took it and scrolled, watching as hundreds of photos and videos of his, some you took with him and some he hadn’t known you’d taken. He looks back at you as you stare up at him, chin tucked to your chest as if you’re trying to shrink away from him.

He contemplates if he should do it, but he reaches for his phone before he could think too much about it. You think he’s going to tell people, or humiliate you online, or even call the police, but he scrolls and taps before giving you his own phone. You’re confused and he can tell, but you look at it anyway. Your eyes widen. It’s almost a mirror image of yours, instead full of pictures and videos of you, some you’d taken together or had sent him, some you’d never seen him take. It just keeps going, and eventually something ‘awful’ appears.

It’s a panty shot, followed by several others, transferred from the camera he always carries around. You should be disgusted but all you feel is warm. Your eyes leave his phone and return to him and see a look on his face you’ve never seen. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are heavy lidded and his bottom lip is bitten between his teeth as he smiles at you, hand balled up near his chin. “You…” “Have pictures like you do? Of course I do.” He slowly moves forward, between your parted knees.

“And I do exactly what you do with them…” Your breath catches in your throat. “I look at them, and I let my mind wander,” his nose nudges yours just barely, “and I touch myself when I think about you.” His voice is no louder than a whisper yet it sounds so loud to your ears. His thighs now rest underneath yours and his arms creep behind you, one hand planted on the floor, the other resting on the plush weight of your waist. You can’t look away from him, your own hands slowly moving to his lapels and up to his shoulders. “And now that I know that you’re the same…I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

His lips are warm but you don’t have much time to think about it as you let your mouth open when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. It’s less of a kiss than it is trying to swap spit, but you don’t care. You let him feel every part of your mouth he can reach, and he lets you sloppily suck his tongue. His hand holds you steady as he gives in to his thoughts and presses his hips to yours. You can feel him, his dick, how hard he is. You whimper, you want him and you don’t want to wait. But you stop as you hear voices coming down the hall, pulling away from each other to scramble to stand.

You stand there silently, waiting for the other students to pass, though your eyes can’t help but drift down to the tent in Enmu’s pants. When you’re sure they’re gone you step outside the room and turn to him, murmuring unsurely. “Can we…go somewhere?” He looks at you before giggling. “You didn’t actually think I was going to let you just go straight home, did you?” He takes your hand again, like he had earlier.

“I need to enjoy you completely now that I can~”

#cream slayer #enmu #enmu smut #enmu x you #demon slayer enmu #kny enmu #cream filled #enmu x reader #enmu x y/n #I like the scenario in my head better than I like it typed out but #but I made sure to finish it since I gave a sneak peek so #here it is orz #cream writes

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Parting Gifts

⚠️ CW: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide (Kinda but Not Really), Canonical Minor Character Death (from season 4)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo & Izuku Midoriya

Genre: Tragedy/Comedy

Tags: Bakugo Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs a Hug, Bakugo Katsuki-centric, Midoriya Izuku Has a Secret, Midoriya Izuku is Just a Cagey Little Shit, Tragedy/Comedy

Word Count: 6.2K

Status: Complete

Summary: Deku's seen haplessly giving away his prized fanboy possessions which specifically draws Bakugo's concern as he's the only one who knows the true value (sentimental or otherwise) of the things he's parting with. Despite being notoriously bad with emotions, Bakugo confronts him when he feels like there may be a dark ulterior motive.

EXCERPT

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“Oh my goodness, Deku! Thank you so much! That’s so sweet of you,” Uraraka squealed energetically. “It’s just like the one I got for Christmas, you didn’t have to do that!”

Katsuki could hear the insufferable shrill of Uraraka’s excitement long before he rounded the corner into the 1A classroom. He honestly didn’t mind her, she was one of very few people in class he found palatable at all. But still, that level of enthusiasm first thing in the morning coupled with the likes of Deku would be grating to anyone. He took extra care to mosey nonchalantly to his desk, hands shoved into his pockets irreverently.

Uraraka stood over Deku’s desk, her back blocking whatever he’d given her from view as Katsuki dropped into his seat. He tried to keep his eyes forward but every ecstatic coo from Uraraka and whatever Deku seemed to be muttering were putting him on edge. “Pink Cheeks.. Round Face.. no, Mochi-? I feel like I used that the other day…” he thought, shaking his head. “Ooh! Haven’t used ‘Kirby’ in a while,” he decided.

“Oi! Kirby! Unless this screeching is some new emergency broadcast system, how about you shutit?” Katsuki snarled, his teeth bared threateningly.

Uraraka was completely unfazed as she whirled around to face her classmate despite his notoriously explosive temper. “Oh, Bakugo! Check it out! I’ve got another All Might plushie!” she giggled, bringing the doll to her chest. “It’s so cool, I just don’t know what to do with him! I guess he can’t exactly twin with the one in my hero costume so I’ll keep this one in my room.”

Katsuki’s face deadpanned. “They aren’t twins, that one is Bronze Age All Might. It’s a totally different costume. Why would he give you that?” Mentally, he berated himself for revealing that he’d been eavesdropping which belied his strict air of indifference. But what the hell was Round Cheeks going to do with a rare artifact like that? Relatively rare. He had one too, after all. Deku and he had gotten them together years ago. The value of them surely exceeded one million yen, especially with the obsessive level of care Deku had when it came to his All Might memorabilia. Given the market, he probably wouldn’t go and buy another one either.

“Oh, uh, I figured Uraraka-san could use some cheering up. We just had a really tough mission a-and-” Deku proffered sheepishly, avoiding the discerning gaze of his childhood friend.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed coldly, “I don’t give a shit about your work study.”

“Everyone! In your seats, class is about to begin!” Iida advised, inadvertently mediating the situation that seemed to be bubbling up between the 17th and 18th seats.

A deep sigh emanated from the yellow sleeping bag that lay perennially at the front of the class. “Thank you, Class Prez. It appears you’re the only one still standing though,” Aizawa observed as he emerged from his cocoon like a caterpillar who’d decided to say “fuck it” to the whole evolutionary process.

The heat from the blush that crept across Iida’s face could be felt in the back row of the classroom as he wordlessly took his seat.

“It would be illogical to ignore the fact that members of our class have experienced something beyond what mere hero students are meant to brave.” Aizawa was noticeably more bereft in his guidance for the day’s lesson. His words, while vague, were heavy enough to bow the heads of several students. Katsuki couldn’t help but notice that Uraraka, who mere moments ago had sunshine shooting out of her ass, was among those suddenly sullen. Before he could contemplate further, Aizawa continued somberly. “But it is a reality of becoming a Pro Hero. There may come a time, a mission, where everything boils down to life or death. If I’ve done my job correctly, you’ll be able to think rationally about how best to avoid that possibility.”

Katsuki cursed himself for jumping down Deku’s throat knowing all too well what had happened during the Shie Hassaikai sting operation. Kirishima had given him an earful, after all, and Deku was at the very center of it, per usual. There was a large part of him that sort of wished he knew what to say in situations like that. At least when it came to those he liked or respected. He didn’t really have the same flourish for sympathy that the nerd had so it’s not like that interaction could have gone differently. He didn’t want to admit that there was a small part of him that was also a bit jealous. Katsuki had, more or less, survived the same peaks and valleys Deku had. Worse if you count the whole being-kidnapped-by-The-League-of-Losers but that wasn’t quite the same. For all intents and purposes, he wasn’t exactly victorious in that great escape. From certain perspectives, it might have even looked like he needed assistance or saving. And there Deku was, ever the cunning strategist to extend a helping hand. The thought made Katsuki’s palms hot with rage. So, while there wasn’t a soul alive he’d admit this to and, even though he felt a bit like a piece of shit for thinking it… he wished he’d have been involved in the sting operation instead of having his hair brushed obsessively by Denim Head. Even with the casualties incurred, it felt like Deku had another slingshot to propel further ahead of him and practical experience as a hero while he was wasting away in tedium with all his talent.

This would just become another thorny point of contention between them. He made a mental note to throw a stern nod Deku’s way during hero training later that afternoon to broker some sense of acknowledgement of his suffering.

The morning lessons passed unremarkably though it seemed the teachers all had comparable feelings to convey about the mortality of hero work and the importance of preparedness. It felt like a lesson Katsuki didn’t quite have access to which wore on his nerves as the day went on. He’d begun to grind his teeth by the time All Might was making his way clumsily through similar sentiments.

“Surprised today’s lesson came with sound effects. Looks like trainings going to be rough…” Kaminari muttered, eyeing the sparks that had begun to crackle and pop around Katsuki’s hands.

“Better hope you don’t get paired with him, Denks. He’ll make you pay for that,” Sero smiled wryly.

“Not it!” Kaminari fretted, inching away from the ticking time bomb.

“-no longer zygotes, I see fledgling heroes, here,” All Might concluded his speech, the gravitas of his words undermined by the low growl that seemed to be vibrating from one of his pupils. “Ah, with that, pair up, young heroes!”

“Shitty Hair, with me!” Katsuki called, pushing past Deku on his way to the training grounds. “Tch! Move it, Half and Half!”

“Midoriya.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched at the name. The casual way it fit in Todoroki’s mouth always made Katsuki seethe. Especially when Icy Hot was a massively arrogant prick when he started at UA. Especially to Class 1A, especially to Deku. Somehow, despite defeating Deku, the nerd still managed to break something within him. Something that Katsuki couldn’t coax out of him less than an hour later in the fight that would decide the winner of the sports festival. The decisive ferocity Todoroki had had in his fight against Deku didn’t even flicker when he faced Katsuki. It drove Katsuki up a wall, worse so when he realized that the fire he’d had in his belly morphed, somehow, into affection. The kind that could wrap its arms around his surname without a second thought.

“Todoroki! Did you want to partner up?” Izuku chirped expectantly.

“I suppose. But I thought I should talk to you about the All Might shirt you’d given me. I don’t think that I can accept the gesture.”

“HAH!?” Katsuki briefly broke character to round on the unfurling conversation though he was fortunately far enough away to not draw the attention of either participant. He ignored the shocked look on Kirishima’s tensed face as his two biggest rivals continued.

“I appreciate the thought but also wonder if it will be too small for me.”

“Oh, Todoroki! The shirt isn’t to wear, it’s just kind of… to keep.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand the purpose of a shirt you do not wear.”

One of Katsuki’s eyes became dangerously close to bugging out of his head.

“I-It’s a collectible? The value of the shirt comes from not wearing it. It’s official All Might merch that had a small run of shirts with a print error a few years ago and-and I want you to have it.” Deku smiled feebly.

Katsuki remembered the shirt well. They’d both fundraised (well, asked their moms for the money) to buy the shirts when they initially came out marking the dawn of a new All Might costume. This, of course, was before news of the elusive misprint circulated. They valiantly walked to the store unattended, two freshly minted kindergarteners taking on the world. They just barely survived the frenzy of people swarming the Pro Hero merch shop. They gleefully took their respective shirts to the front counter, carefully paying with exact change just like the hag had prepped them. Their smiles seemed to connect at the cheek and spread from ear to ear. It wasn’t until they got back to Katsuki’s that they realized one shirt had the proud “All Might” blazing across the top left pocket in English whereas the other inexplicably donned the phrase “All Fight”.

Katsuki remembered the way Deku’s face scrunched up right before big, fat tears welled in his eyes as he dragged his stubby fingers across the bold “F” that differentiated the shirt from his own. He was miserable and, for a moment, Katsuki was glad it wasn’t his shirt that was flawed. It wasn’t until days later that news of the misprinted shirts’ circulation hit the fan sites. He had to swallow his jealousy then. The shirt became a point of pride for Deku and hung, unworn, in a garment bag for years. Katsuki never had a reason to look up the value of the shirt beyond that first year but, surely, it outweighed that of the plush Deku had given Uraraka.

“I didn’t realize. Thank you, Midoriya. I will refrain from trying it on.”

The lack of excitement in Todoroki’s voice, the ignorance in acknowledging how grand of a gesture the gift was, all of it almost made Katsuki snap. Rather than launch a violently verbal outburst, he managed to barely suppress an explosion within his enclosed fist.

“Gah! You alright, bro?”

Katsuki was so consumed with the exchange taking place a stone’s throw away, he almost forgot he was still in Kirishima’s presence. He switched gears abruptly, shelving his curiosity and frustration and, instead, channeling his anger for a physical performance that rivaled the effort he put forth during the sports festival.

--

“Sheesh! You might be the only person who can handle Bakugo in hand to hand, man!” Sero clapped Kirishima on the back just as he released his hardening.

“His Howitzer definitely makes me wonder whether my quirk has a threshold, that’s for sure!” Kirishima laughed. “It’s like he knows I need to test my limits if I’m gonna go Pro! Bro is so manly for that. Now, more than ever, I know I gotta be prepared,” he smiled somberly, pensively studying his fist which still bristled with the remnants of his quirk.

The prattling of his friends didn’t even register as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and angrily made his way to the dorms. Nothing added up. The last thing an overzealous fanboy like Deku would do is part with merch so cavalierly. Even if some act of god were to sway his obsessive fanaticism, Katsuki would think he’d be the reasonable recipient of such keepsakes. For starters, he was there when Deku got most of them. Above all of that, even though he didn’t proudly fly his fanboy flag, Deku was intimately aware of All Might being his favorite hero, his inspiration to become a hero. Where the Uraraka thing could be chalked up to some weird comfort for their shared trauma, Todoroki rode the pine on that mission just like he did, so what gives?

“- I think it’s okay if you’re having a rough time but consider reaching out to the school counselor, ribbit.”

Suddenly aware of his proximity to the source of his ire, Katsuki slowed his gait but only slightly.

“Heh, you might be right, Asu-Tsuyu!” Deku whinced, a nervous hand resting on the back of his head. His shoulders seemed to tense as he looked away from his classmate.

“It just looks like you might not be sleeping, I guess I was just worried. But, you can tell me if I shouldn’t have said something.” Asui croaked, noticing Deku’s discomfort. She chanced a comforting hand but thought better of it just short of his shoulder, letting it hang limply between them. “I was thinking about going after classes too if you wanted to join..” she murmured.

“Yea, I just- Kacchan!”

“Too close,” Katsuki thought, rolling his eyes. “What, nerd?” he scoffed, though the question lacked its usual edge. He sidled up to the two without hastening his pace, his interest piqued by Asui’s gross display of concern.

“I was just thinking about you, actually! D-do you think we could talk later? Maybe after dinner rush?” While Deku’s inflection remained calm, the eyes he flashed Katsuki were pleading. It was a confusing dissonance given Katsuki’s assumption that Deku and Asui were pretty good friends. That and, while Deku was never subtle about his regard for Katsuki, he was also never so bold in requesting his attention or presence.

Katsuki squinted suspiciously at Deku, trying to decide on a response that wouldn’t give away his interest but would also make Deku sweat a bit. After all, this public appeal upset something deep within his gut, it was only right he return the favor. But even the glare that typically graced his face lost steam as he was able to study Deku up close for the first time in a while. His cheeks seemed to be a bit gaunt, not as plush and blushy as they usually were whenever he held his gaze. His eyes were sharply contrasted by puffy, dark circles that seemed to be in a competitive race to see which side would droop to his nose first. His typically unruly curls were.. well, they looked just the same but worse, somehow. “Frogger is right to be concerned…” he determined before responding to Deku distractedly, “yea. Whatever.”

Deku managed a feeble smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes before being called away by some extra.

In his absence, Katsuki’s eyes locked with Asui’s. She also looked slightly worse for wear but only in the sense that her eyes were maybe a bit red and puffy, likely from crying recently. Hell, maybe that’s just what she looked like, Katsuki wouldn’t know the difference. He also wasn’t exactly greatwith feelings. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone worse than himself for anyone to cry to.

Asui seemed to know this, as well. “Be nice, Bakugo. I don’t think he’s doing well, at all. Don’t make it worse, ribbit.”

“Yea, yea, cry me a river..” he huffed, regretting his phrasing immediately.

--

Katsuki seemed to be in a daze as he prepared to hit the showers. The look on Deku’s face haunted him. He hadn’t looked in that worse of shape since middle school. He could pinpoint the day, in fact, as it was one that still turned his stomach. Katsuki’s arrogance, his general abrasiveness used to always be laser focused on Deku back then. He almost wished there was a froggy busybody to pull back the reins on him then, too. But his ego went roughly unchecked from the age of four until the UA entrance exams. He could recall only four instances that briefly shook his confidence throughout his adolescence.

One was after a fight with third graders when he was just barely out of kindergarten. He was obviouslyvictorious, but he may have cried a little bit which slightly tarnished the win.

The second time was a stupid spill into a river in front of his minions which he, like, barelyremembered if he was being honest….

The third and fourth times fell on the same day, the day he recalled Deku looking his worst.

He’d spent years by that point scratching away at Deku’s resolve to be a hero, decimating the confidence that dared to stand up to him, time and time again. That day, in all his bravado, with the supportive taunts from lackeys he no longer consorts with, he remembered tossing one of Deku’s carefully curated notebooks into the school pond. A critical hit. That would have been enough but his racing pulse, his blood that always ran a littletoo hot, got carried away and took it a step too far.

“Take a swan dive off the roof!” he’d sneered to the uproarious laughter of surrounding NPC’s. He didn’t remember the exact phrase he’d used but he remembered the sentiment. Moreover, while he could distance himself from the words, from the cruelty of them, he couldn’t as easily dismiss the broken look on Deku’s face. It immediately seared itself onto his mind’s eye and made him wish he could swallow the conversation and erase it from the collective memory of those who’d heard it. Even as a bunch of their peers proceeded to praise him, proceeded to glad hand him. He continued the afternoon in their company, anxiously ruminating on what he’d said and wondering if they were enough to push someone over the edge, push Deku over the edge. Surrounded by flunkies, he was isolated by his cowardice at not only saying such things but, also, not being man enough to apologize or brave enough to face Deku to make sure he didn’t take his taunts seriously.

The next hit to his confidence came when that quirkless nerd, raw from having been told to killhimself, still threw himself into harm’s way to save him. Between gasping breaths, Katsuki’s desperate eyes locked with Deku’s fearful ones, both glimmering with tears. Deku was scared but he was there wearing an unbridled grin with no clue what to do next. In that moment, Katsuki recognized Deku, er, Midoriya… to be a better man than he was. A better hero. Because he could overlook Katsuki’s malice, could ignore his own fear, could have nothing to fall back on, and still come to Katsuki’s rescue.

It unnerved Katsuki then. But, when he later became privy to the conversation Deku had had with All Might merely moments before? The fact that Deku could indomitably shake off the hopeless words of their idol while conveniently stranded on a roof…? He shuddered at the memory inadvertently. It stirred the bubbling guilt in Katsuki’s stomach, one he’d not been able to quell in the months since starting at UA. Moreover, the hits to his ego just kept coming while Deku continued to rise above people’s low expectations of him.

They both had come a long way since then. Their relationship had improved by leaps and bounds, typically against Katsuki’s own best efforts. Yet, here he was, reminded of that day just the same. He absently continued with his post training bath, decidedly ignoring those who buzzed around him. Occasionally, he chanced a glance at Deku who, while still visibly withdrawn, stayed in the company of Todoroki and Iida.

--

As Class 1A trickled into the grand mess hall for dinner, Katsuki was still notably distracted. Even as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina could laugh and joke around him, he still felt as though he were on edge. He pushed the food on his plate around aimlessly, Deku’s request to talk after dinner turning over in his head. His behavior had been gnawing away at him all day. It all just felt a bit too much like before. The bob of green hair in the corner of his eye roused him from his reverie.

“Midoriya! This does not appear to be a proper meal! As a growing hero, you must take your health and nutrition seriously!” Iida chastised loudly as he, Deku, Todoroki, Uraraka and Asui made their way to a largely uninhabited table in the cafeteria. There, just within earshot, they sat off in his blind spot.

“Don’t be dramatic, Iida! Deku’s been fine! He’s just been-” Uraraka paused a beat before continuing. “Deku, all you got was rice? You love Lunch Rush’s food… maybe Iida is right.”

“Midoriya. Cold soba is nutritionally balanced and a comfort to eat-“

“Todoroki, no...” Katsuki could practically hear Uraraka shaking her head.

“Heh, guys, I’m fine.. you don’t have to worry about me. I just haven’t felt very hungry lately. There’s reallynothing to worry about.” Deku’s laugh felt hollow but the concerned chatter seemed to dial back.

“Well, Midoriya, in this very hall you once extended an offer to speak if I needed it. At the time, I refused to ask for your help and I frequently regret that lapse in judgement. I hope that you know that I, too, am here for you.”

“We all are, ribbit.”

“I’m FINE!” Deku shot back a bit too defiantly. “I mean.. there’s really nothing to discuss,” he insisted a bit more gently. The shrill uptick in his inflection rubbed Katsuki the wrong way.

“Well… perhaps we can discuss the nature of this toy you’d left at my door, Midoriya. I am unaware of any rules that prohibit them on campus but you did not need to avail yourself to bring it to me.”

“Bakubro, you alright?” Kirishima prodded pulling Katsuki back into his surroundings. Unbeknownst to him, he’d abandoned the show of eating altogether and had begun scowling. He shook off the question, deepening his knit brows, curious as to how Deku would evade the scrutiny of the class president once more.

“It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure, Iida. I just… I thought you’d like it. I, uh, picked it up when I went home to visit my mom yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. From its condition, I was uncertain what to glean. I admire the craftmanship, of course. My brother had several successful lines of merchandise, but I do not believe they hold a candle to some of the more seasoned Professional Heroes. I will return it to your care after dinner.”

“No, I-I wanted you to keep.. it.” The way Deku’s voice seemed to falter, as if he were questioning his resolve, almost drove Katsuki to break his neck and stare the nerd down himself. Surely, most certainly, there was no way he was giving Sonic the Hedgehog a relic from his childhood. Deku’s very own security blanket in the form of an All Might action figure; if one hand was brushing away tears, the other was surely wrapped around that thing. That figurine was in as many pictures as Katsuki in the Midoriya household. Probably more. There was simply no fucking way he’d part with it. Least of all to give it to someone who would dare call it a toy. “You all, you mean a lot to me. I never could have imagined friends like you… even a year ago. I really appreciate you all so much. I just… wanted to make sure you know that.”

“-am I right, Bakubabe?” Ashido’s singsong voice broke Katsuki’s concentration as she playfully draped an arm around his shoulders.

“Some fucking friends.” Katsuki muttered gathering his things to make a hasty exit.

 “Woah, no need to be so mean, Kacchan!” Kaminari called after him in jest. “What’s eating him?”

“… Isn’t it obvious?” Ashido sighed.

“All signs point to Midobro…” Kirishima surmised, chancing a glance over at Deku’s table. While his back was to Kirishima’s, the anguish on the faces of those opposite him spoke volumes.

“Oh! Kacchan! You’re still coming by later, right?” Deku called after Katsuki who had already begun fading from view.

--

“Recognizing Suicidal Behavior”

The words seared themselves on Katsuki’s eyes from his phone as he lay in bed, searching for an answer he couldn’t bring himself to ask Deku himself.

“Individual factors… anxiety disorder…. Relationship factors… history of bullying, lost relationships… socially isolated… ashamed to ask for help. Warning signs.” Katsuki murmured as he scanned the site. “Sad or moody, check. Withdrawing from others, check. Changes in personality, appearance, sleep pattern, check, check, check… experiencing recent trauma…. Making… preparations.”

Anxiety stung at his eyes as a fire welled in his chest, licking at his ears. The grip on his phone tightened as he brought it down to his stomach, his teeth grinding painfully. He forced several deep breaths in and out, in and out. “That dumbass. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. I’ll kill him.” Katsuki rose with a start and wiped the anguish from his face, angrily.

He threw his door open and stomped his way to Deku’s dorm, ripe for confrontation. His balled fist rapped on the door aggressively. If he could see beyond his anger or his concern, he’d probably be worried the door would give way completely. He could hear shuffling from within the room and waited with bated breath.

“Kacchan! I didn’t expect you so soon!” Deku beamed as he carefully slipped through his slightly ajar door. The light that normally shone in his eyes, dimmed by the state of his sallow face.

Katsuki’s fist hung in the space between them menacingly.

“I just-I had something I’d been wanting to give you...” Deku’s eyes lowered, fully engrossed by the tiles on the floor of the hall.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed to slits. On one hand, he intrusively thought it was about damn time that the nerd acknowledged him but on the other, he was starkly reminded of what had drawn his anger in the first place.

“I hope you don’t judge me too harshly. I.. had him sign it when he took me on as his successor..” Deku admitted under his breath. He gingerly pulled a trading card secured in a protective cover from his pocket and firmly held two corners between his thumbs tensely as he formally presented it to Katsuki.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, hah!?” Katsuki spat darkly, forcibly pushing the trading card back into Deku’s chest. His fearfully questioning expression finding refuge below his bangs. They’d had twin All Might trading cards for over ten years. They’d received both on the same day, at the same time with a stroke of luck that had failed them through what felt like cases mystery packs until, finally, they both ripped open the limited #1 All Might trading card at the same time. Katsuki recalled the shock and joy that had warmed both their smiles that day. He wondered, if happiness felt like the bright, fiery sun on your face, did Deku’s sadness feel like the absence of that? Like the chill of an abruptly setting sun when you expected a long lazy day? Katsuki never liked the cold.

“Kacchan, I-“

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing!? What you’re planning!? Why the fuck-” his head hung parallel to the ground, fist still lingering in midair. “Is it- is it my fault?” The question pushed passed his lips before he could bite it back.

“I’m not sure- I don’t… think I know what you mean.”

Deku’s voice was soft and muffled in Katsuki’s ears. Could barely be heard above the sound of his own pounding pulse booming in his ears. Yet Katsuki could hear the distress that dripped off of his words. “How dare you worry about me when you couldn’t be bothered to think about me while you were doing all of this!” Katsuki growled, becoming aware of sparse tears that had started to trace their way down his face. Every word felt labored, like they were pushing their way forcibly from the pit of his stomach through his esophagus.

“Kacchan-“

“You think after everything you can just fucking leave!? Just give away your shit and end it all!?” Katsuki’s words steadied sharply behind his gritted teeth.

“No, you’re mistak-” Deku feebly proffered, his hands raised defensively. He looked around the abandoned hallway, hoping no one was in earshot of this desperate conversation. “I don’t-”

“You think I believe you!? You’re not right in the head, never were. And now, giving away everything we collected over the years to those fucking extras. And this!” his head shot up to stare blearily about face to his childhood friend, backhanding the treasured trading card away from him. Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, barely above a rasp. “I.. it’s my fault. Is this my fault?” he whispered hoarsely.

Deku’s eyes widened seeing the tears falling freely from Katsuki’s face. Apprehension sculpted his eyebrows before decisively ushering Katsuki into his room, afraid someone would overhear them. Uncertain what to do next, he stared at Katsuki waiting for inspiration to guide him.

Instead, Katsuki filled the silence with his fears. “You think you can just up and disappear, fade from existence and people wouldn’t care? I wouldn’t… notice?” The distance between them felt thick with Katsuki’s tears. His cheeks and nose burned with an exposed vulnerability he hadn’t felt since the last time Deku had made him feel small and uncertain, powerless, even. He wiped his nose with his forearm, feeling his anger welling up once more by the stupid confusion on Deku’s face.

He lowered his face once more, both fists balled at his sides. “I know I have no right to this or to expect anything between us to change. But there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t regretted the crap I said to you last year… or any year before that. It eats at me, not knowing if, one day, you’d actually act on what I said to you because sometimes this shit is too much and I gave you an idea like that. How can I be a hero if I can say such awful fucking things to someone? I don’t know what you’re going through but I know whatever it is, it’s temporary. I know shit went left on that mission and I don’t know how you feel about it. But I can guess you probably think it’s your fault because you take too much on yourself. Like you could have changed something that Pro Heroes couldn’t even avoid… But I know it wasn’t your fault. I know you did everything you could even before Shitty Hair told me about it...”

Deku’s hands knotted themselves nervously before he sent a hand to quell the blossoming heat on the back of his neck, all the while averting his gaze from Katsuki who stood exposed like a wound.

Incited by the persisting quiet between them, Katsuki continued to wring out the thoughts that plagued him, hoping they’d connect to someone he felt so adrift from. “Ever since we got to UA, nothing’s ever gone the way I thought it would. I couldn’t understand it, it was all supposed to be so easy for me. Instead, you just kept shooting further and further ahead of me and, for the longest time, I fucking resented you for that. Like this was karma for all the fucked up crap I put you through even though that resentment is the same reason I treated you so badly before. Even before we got here, it always felt like you were looking down on me with those stupid eyes. The ones that knew the truth about the shitty things I was capable of and the ones that knew you’d be a hero come hell or high water..”

Katsuki clutched at the collar of his shirt, drawing courage he wasn’t certain he had. “I can’t… I can’t change the shit I said before. But I can apologize, now, De- I-Izuku. And I can tell you I’m not going to let you slip through my fucking fingers like this. You can’t and you better not think you can chicken shit your way out of this. I’ll put you on watch my fucking self if I have to,” he decided defiantly, knowing even this wouldn’t make things between them square.

His eyebrows gathered expectantly waiting for a response, not sure whether he could face his childhood friend. Suddenly uncomfortable with his honesty and uncertain whether Izuku could give him the absolution he needed, his bravado began to take over, “Besides- I can’t be number one if I don’t beat everybody and that means you, too, you shitty nerd. So don’t think you can take the easy way out.”

“Kacchan… I… Did you-? I’m not going to kill myself.” Izuku declared, bewildered by Katsuki’s assertion.

Katsuki could feel one of his eyes twitching angrily. “HAH?” Surely, he didn’t misread the situation. Izuku checked all the despondent boxes complete with giving prized keepsakes to those he considered closest. What else could this be if not a call for help? Was denial normal in the face of confrontation for stuff like this? Maybe he should have gone straight to Aizawa instead of sticking his foot in his mouth… again. His eyes shot up to interrogate Izuku more directly. “You mean to tell me, that all this was….” the question died on his lips, his eyes widening. “Is that? Is that the 10th Anniversary All Might poster that was never released for sale for the public??”

--

“You shitty fucking nerd.” Katsuki laughed derisively. Both boys sat with their knees tented and their backs against Izuku’s dorm room door staring up at the victorious gaze of their idol hero, All Might.

“I can’t believe you thought I’d kill myself...” Izuku tightly hugged his knees to his chest.

“As if I committed the biggest faux pas here.” Katsuki’s eyes rolled, a disbelieving grin tugging at his upturned lips. “And, naturally, you thought giving away all your other merch would make you feel less guilty.”

“I wanted it so bad, Kacchan. I knew it’s what Sir Nighteye would have wanted…” Izuku nodded, his eyes wide and a bit of dribble pooling at one corner of his mouth.

“You fucking otaku! You couldn’t even wait for the body to get cold before you were doubling back for that poster, huh?” Katsuki’s laugh was harsh and unexpected but, in light of the recent revelation, put Izuku to some semblance of ease.

“I didn’t think it should go to waste…” Izuku’s gaze lowered as his voice dropped off. “Now I can’t bare to look at it, it’s like All Might himself is judging me.”

“Can’t ya just ask the real All Might? I’m sure he’d give you some peace of mind about it.”

“Kacchan, how can I ask the real All Might after what I’ve done? I swear it was like I was in a fugue state. One minute, I’m at the hospital with Mirio, Bubble Girl and Centipeder, and the next I’m in his dark office with this poster rolled under my arm. How can I be a hero after this?” Izuku exasperated, burying his head between his knees.

Katsuki exhaled slowly, lightly throwing his head back as he came to terms with how similar he and Izuku were. Both looked up to All Might in different but not incorrect ways. Both wanted to be number one. Both knew a treasure when they saw it. He snorted, “If I can continue on the path to number one after everything I put you through, I think I can give you the greenlight to still be a hero. We’re not our pasts… even if your past is like.. from yesterday, you little shit.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned. “You’re making it worse!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. If you can promise to stay the course, I can promise to keep your secret.” Katsuki stared sidelong at the ball of regret beside him. He cocked his head waiting for a reluctant response.

“Secret, huh?”

“You’ve kept mine, after all. ‘ts the least I can do.” Katsuki elbowed Izuku playfully, rousing him from his withdrawn position.

“… you know you can let that one go, Kacchan. Maybe I’ve just always known the way you were, but... there’s never been anything you’ve done that’s made you less of a hero to me.” Izuku’s words were muffled by the forearm that still pressed firmly against his mouth.

Katsuki looked away bashfully, his eyes meeting All Might’s. Maybe this was another thing the nerd had that he’d covet. Somehow, seeing the weight of it, the burden of it, put it into perspective. He smiled softly, letting his head lean slackly against the door. "Better to have a rival than a memory."he thought, suddenly grateful to relish in the unspoken familiarity they had even after all this time. 

--

A/N: As inspired by, “Say Yes to Heaven” by Lana Del Rey because I feel like I once saw a tiktok where a Bakugo cosplayer insinuated they’d keep a watchful eye on Deku who’d begun giving away things that were important to him (or maybe that was a just a Mandela effect).

While in this instance, Izuku was just really, really sketchy, be aware of the impact you have on others and be mindful of the behavior of those you care about. There are always resources available and someone to speak to.

#neonfiction #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #ktdk #katsudeku #fanfic #deku and kacchan #mha fanfic #mha #bnha #my hero academia #anime #manga #boku no hero academia #class 1a #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo is bad at feelings #bakusquad #dekusquad #ao3 author

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Fake Dating 2

Turning Saints into the Sea by illogicalruse

Through an unspoken agreement, Katsuki has been assigned the role of Kirishima's fake boyfriend.

Kirishima, as always, is a perfect picture of affability, too kind to turn down interested parties and thus indirectly landing himself in unwanted territory. A recipient of one too many coquettish stares and vampish flutters of lashes. Katsuki, for his part, steps up to the plate because he's a fucking hero, salvaging Kirishima's virtue with a hand jammed in Kirishima's back pocket and some choice words suggestive enough to ward off undesired suitors.

Let it not be said that Katsuki has never done shit for Kirishima.

so close (to perfect) by hiuythn

Somehow, Bakugou manages to con Kirishima into dating him. Kirishima's just eager to please.

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5 times Kirishima and Bakugou fake a relationship while basically being in a relationship, and 1 time they finally get their shit together.

acceptance and denial by Poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

Not Spring, Love or Cherry Blossoms by mr_todoroki

Baku-bro [9:19pm]: I think fake dating could work, but not if I brought just anyone home. My parents would know it was a fucking lie right away.

Eijirou was starting to piece it together. Oh fuck.

You [9:21pm]: So… you’re saying…?

Baku-bro [9:22pm]: Fake date me.

OR

In order to avoid a Quirk marriage, Bakugou goes to Kirishima for help.

housed by your warmth by theyaremycrocs

Eijirou fiddles nervously with the wedding ring.

His wedding ring, he reminds himself again. The ring of gold metal that sits neatly on the third finger of his right hand.

The one that matches with Katsuki’s, another gold ring that belongs to the hand of his best friend.

It’s fine, whatever. He can do this.

White Lies Always Blow Up by Milligramme

Ever since Endeavor was forced to retire, his new hobby seems to be nagging his son about his hero career and nonexistent love life. Worse, it seems that Todoroki's entire family is dead set on helping him find a girlfriend and give love a chance.

Desperate to make them stop, Todoroki lets his classmates convince him that the best solution is to fake date someone. And no one's better suited for the job than his dear friend Bakugou, right? If even Midoriya says it's a good idea, there's no way it could possibly go wrong!

Follow Todoroki and Bakugou on their journey to find out in how many ways it could possibly go wrong.

Lying, Still by BundleOfBones

Katsuki absolutely hates lying, he really does. But if there’s one thing he hates more, it’s his mother’s insistent urge to set him up on date after date. And sure, the girls are pretty and kind, but Katsuki really couldn’t care less. Anyone his mother picks for him is already out of the picture.

So, when his mother sets him up on a blind date with a weirdly bubbly girl with pink hair and dark eyes, he thinks he’s just about had it – and he’s not too shy to tell the girl just that.

To his surprise, though, she wholeheartedly agrees, and they come up with a plan, which works out pretty well until they are faced with a new problem; Mina’s childhood friend, Kirishima Eijirou.

If Walls Could Talk (They'd Tell You About Love) by KiriBakuHappiness

Eijirou really didn’t understand why his manager seemed to think that all of this was so necessary. He wasn’t anywhere near famous enough to need a bodyguard.

Sure, sometimes fans could get a little overly excited at major events and maybe they might make a few… ah, ‘questionable decisions’ here and there, but it’s not like any of them have ever tried to physically harm him.

He never would have thought that he’d ever need a bodyguard.

That was before he met Bakugou Katsuki.

-- OR --

When Rockstar Kirishima Eijirou signs a fake relationship waiver with Todoroki Shouto, his true feelings for his bodyguard Bakugou start to become harder to ignore.

When You Move, I Move by cherryredriots

When their intel proves to be inaccurate while out on a mission to capture the leader of an infamous gang, Kirishima Eijirou and his partner, Bakugou Katsuki, are forced to improvise to get close to their target.

Their best bet?

Pretend to be a couple.

Or: a spy au with a nice helping of fake dating.

13 Things Best Bros Do Together (+1 Thing They Don't by WhenJoshIsJoseph

Bakugou is Kirishima's best bro. Kirishima is fully aware of and proud of the fact. And the thing about best bros is that you do things together that you don't do with your other bros. It's all perfectly normal, of course...

...So why does everyone else seem to think otherwise?

Yup, y'all, it's one of those fics. Buckle in for a shit ton of fluff and obliviousness!

Blindside by DrowClericOfPelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

even when you're next to me, it's not the way i'm picturing by pixiegold

Kirishima tries to come out to his parents, but they don't believe him.

So he does the sensible thing and brings home a fake boyfriend.

That fake boyfriend is Bakugou.

#bnha #kiribaku #bakushima #kiribaku fic rec #the writer rocked #writers #list