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snake-cabin · 3 months
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I have this adorable idea about how Spinner would be as a Boyfriend?
( I feel bad that they treat him as an underrated character. even though he’s a part of the league of villains He deserves more love.🥰)
I’ve never written for Spinner before and he’s not technically on my list of characters I take requests for, but I do agree that he’s underrated and has a lot of potential. I’ve only read a handful of fics about him but they’ve all been very cute.
One thing I notice about Spinner is that he’s actually kind of shy, an introvert for sure. I imagine that, in the beginning, you’d have to do a lot of initiating in the relationship. I also imagine that you two were friends first before you started dating, which makes things feel both more natural but also a little more nerve wracking once you take that next step. Plus, you know what they say about friendships-turned-romantic-relationships that don’t work out…
Spinner’s used to having chill hangouts with you where you two play video games or watch movies or just talk and laugh, only, once you start dating, suddenly there’s kissing and touching and courtship involved? He has a lot of insecurities in a lot of areas— both physically and just from inexperience— and because of this he often finds himself holding back.
But you’ve always been one to hype him up, to assure him it doesn’t matter what other people think— especially strangers— if they form a bad opinion on him just from a single judgmental glance. Because you love him, he’s your best friend, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him.
You press gentle kisses to his scaly skin. You tell him you like that he feels kind of cold, like it even more that it’s an easy excuse for you to cuddle up with him to help keep him warm, which only makes him blush. It takes a while for him to really believe this is real— that you’re really his girlfriend now— but the more comfortable he becomes with accepting that, yes, this is real, and yes, you really are his girlfriend, the more confident he gets with you.
I also think he’d be a great listener and very supportive. I feel like, among the league, he’s perhaps the most emotionally intelligent, he just happens to keep to himself a lot so only those closest to him know that.
At the end of the day, you both feel incredibly lucky to have each other in your lives. So yeah. I think Spinner would make a great boyfriend.
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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years
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WORTH THE WAIT
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When you and Spinner start dating, you know he’s inexperienced and you’ll need to take things slow. Still, you can’t help but wonder why he seems to avoid being alone with you.
As it turns out, he’s just shy about his very unique anatomy.
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» pairing: Spinner x afab!reader » word count: 4.4k » notes: This fic was co-authored with @sugarakis-p2​, so huge shoutout to them for writing the bulk of the smut (and be sure to go give them some love if you liked the filth). I was supposed to write this as part of my 1k follower event last year, and got super waylaid after writing the setup, so this def would not have seen the light of day without them! The prompt was for virgin!double-dick!Spinner with an experienced reader, and for life of me I do not remember who requested it but if you’re out there, I hope you enjoy. » contains: double-dick Spinner, soft virgin Spinner, no prep, double penetration (one hole), belly bulge, creampie. 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror
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It's sweet, how nervous Spinner is the first time he takes you out. He stammers through small talk, barely managing to look you in the eye as the two of you slurp down noodles in some hole-in-the-wall place where you won't be recognized, and where it won't matter if you are. His cheeks burn red at every one of you reassuring smiles, and that's cute too, though it also makes you a little sad. You know it's not just his natural shyness that has him constantly looking around at the other couples, or rubbing at his neck like he can't believe his luck. He's told you what his life was like before the League, after all—lonely and isolated in some backwater town where things weren't exactly easy for heteromorphs.
You're also not surprised to learn, through what sputtering conversation he manages, that he doesn't haven't much dating experience, and that in his case not much amounts to nothing at all.
You don't mind that. Find it endearing, really, especially when it's the polar opposite of you, with just enough experience under your belt to leave you feeling jaded with the whole idea of romance. Or rather, that's how you'd felt right up until you met him. After that it had been weeks of flirting and not-so-subtly showing your interest—and, you're fairly certain, of Toga and half the League nagging him to get on with it already—before he'd finally invited you to dinner.
An enjoyable dinner, at that; you have a good time despite the awkwardness, even if he's clearly too in his own head to realize it.
You don't mind that, either. Only wait until he walks you home and the time comes to say good night, and then lean in to press your lips against the soft scales of his cheek.
"I had a good time," you tell him, as he stares wide-eyed and red-faced. "Let's do it again.”
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One date turns into two, then three. By then Spinner is capable of conversation and minimal closeness; he only fumbles slightly when you work up the nerve to lace your fingers through his clawed ones as you drag him around the rundown arcade he'd suggested. He grins too, rather than issuing those shy, uncertain smiles, even if he still obviously tries to suppress his enthusiasm as he rattles off trivia about various game franchises.
It's cute. He's cute, with the way he keeps brushing strands of lilac hair out of his face, and how he still looks away every time you let your adoring gaze linger. And though that night is the first time you think seriously about how much you'd like to get him alone—really alone—you also know things will keep moving slowly. You don't even consider inviting him in when he walks you home at the end of the night.
You do notice, though, how he hesitates outside your door before saying goodbye. How he reverts back to stuttering, all of it nothing but forced small talk—a flimsy excuse to hang around.
It's clear what he wants to do, and you spare him the struggle of working up the courage.
"Shuichi," you say gently, lifting one hand to cup his face. When he goes silent and still, you lean in and press your mouth to his. It's short. Sweet. Wonderful.
And when it's over you both smile at each other, and you go inside alone.
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For your sixth date you finally give in to that urge to get Spinner alone, and invite him over for a movie. It's not meant to pressure him, exactly; you think of it more as providing an opportunity. Your goodnight kisses have started to linger a little longer after all, and there's a whole world between chaste kisses on your doorstep and actually taking him to bed. It's a world you're eager to explore.
At first, you think he's eager too. There's a shyness in the glances he keeps sending your way, but there's also a new anticipation there, one you can't help but notice as you curl up on the couch together. So, you let your head fall to rest on his muscular shoulder, and when there's a lull in the film you turn your head to look at him and shift a little closer, peering up at him from behind your lashes.
Spinner swallows hard. His nerves are obvious in his wide eyes and the rapid beating of his heart, but he doesn't hesitate when you slot your mouth against his. He leans in, moving uncertainly as the kiss deepens, and gasps in surprise when your tongue traces lightly over what passes for his lower lip. His own thin tongue flicks out; he tastes faintly sweet-tart like the energy drinks you see him indulge in on occasion. A faint thrill sparks in your belly and a pleased moan slips past your lips as you instinctively try to deepen that kiss, craving more.
And then Spinner is pulling back abruptly. He refuses to look at you as he retreats to the other side of the couch, shifting uncomfortably.
"I hear this part is really good," he mumbles, nodding to the movie. "We should watch."
You spend the rest of the evening fidgeting with embarrassment, wondering what you did wrong, and Spinner beats a hasty retreat the moment the credits start to roll.
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"Did I—did I do something wrong the other night?"
It's taken you an hour to work up to the question, and even then you only ask because you apparently have to. Spinner's clearly not going to bring up the way he practically fled your apartment the last time you saw each other.
You'd thought after he left that maybe he just needed time—thought maybe that was why he'd texted you the next day and invited you to the hideout, but then he never brought it up. And you haven't been able to stop worrying that you'd offended him, or turned him off somehow.
But he only shakes his head quickly at the question. "Of course not." The scales on his cheeks redden as he adds, more quietly, "You know I really like hanging out with you."
"Good," you say, "because I really like hanging out with you, too. I—" You pause. Deliberate, and then lean in to kiss him. It's soft and short, and he doesn't give any indication that he doesn't like it. "I really like you."
"Me too," Spinner says, practically tripping over his words in his rush to get them out. "That's what I should have said, that's what I meant."
You grin. He grins.
But when the two of you are done with the game you're playing and you shift a little closer to him, he still jumps to his feet, mumbling about seeing what the others are up to as he drags you out the door.
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"I just wish he'd tell me if he's not interested in me like that," you complain to Toga two dates later. Both times it ended the same—anything more than a lingering goodnight kiss, and Spinner started stuttering excuses for why he couldn't stay. When you asked what was wrong, he only denied acting strange.
Toga's emphatic in her response. "Of course he's interested! I've seen the way he looks at you, all blushy and stuff?" Her yellow eyes take on a far-away glaze, her face flushing the way it does at the mere thought of romance. "And you should have seen him when he was trying to work up the courage to ask you out."
You want to believe her, but you're not sure you do. You stir the melting ice in your drink, suddenly glad that Shigaraki is the only other person here. His face is hidden behind a curtain of hair, attention firmly fixed on the game he's playing on his handheld.
Your gaze focuses back on Toga. "If he likes me so much, why is he scared to be alone with me? I knew he'd want to take things slow, but anything more than holding hands or a goodnight kiss, and he practically flees."
"Maybe he's embarrassed. Maybe that's all it takes to get him"—Toga covers her mouth and giggles—"you know."
You get the gist. Think she might even be right, because it wasn't until after the movie at your place—until after that more heated kiss—that he'd started working so hard not to be alone with you.
But that doesn't make you feel any better.
"We've been on eight dates. And he knows I'm not inexperienced like him. Why would I care if he gets turned on just by making out." You chew at your lip. Let out a sigh. "And he won't even talk to me about it. Just pretends like he has no idea what I'm talking about."
Toga hums sympathetically. Is quiet for a moment, and then perks up again. "Maybe he's asexual?"
You consider it. You could work with that, probably—it's the constant rejections that are getting to you more than the absence of an escalating physical relationship. But before you can ponder the possibility much, there's a snort from across the bar.
"You're both idiots." Shigaraki hadn't given any indication that he was listening, and he doesn't even bother to look up from his game as he says it. Even so, his tone holds no small amount of derision.
"That's not very nice, Tomura-kun," Toga pouts.
"So? It's true." His red eyes finally flick up from the screen, brow knitting into an unimpressed stare. "Spinner's room is right next to mine, I can hear what he does after those dates. He's definitely not asexual." Cracked lips curve into an unsettled frown, and then Shigaraki's face smooths just as quickly, one hand raising to point accusingly. "Besides, if either of you had any brains, you'd realize what has him acting so weird."
You roll your eyes, but you take the bait. "Care to fill us in, then?"
Whatever answer you were expecting, it's not what Shigaraki gives. "He has two dicks."
You blink. He has to be fucking with you, but you also know he's not the type. Sarcastic or downright sour, sure, but not much for pranks or outright lies. You and Toga exchange a brief glance. "Did he tell you that?"
"No, but he has a gecko Quirk, right? Geckos have two dicks." There's an edge of impatience in Shigaraki's voice, like this should all be common knowledge. "He's probably just worried he'll scare you off if he pops a boner." Shigaraki smirks, then outright snickers. "Or boners."
You ignore that last part; you're already pulling out your phone to check what he's telling you. A second later your eyes are widening at the images on-screen.
Maybe Shigaraki is on to something.
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"This is stupid," you mutter to yourself as you hover outside Spinner's door two days later. Reluctant though you'd been to take dating advice from Shigaraki—a man whose experience is, you're certain, limited to the eroges not-so-discreetly tucked away on the top shelf in his bedroom—desperate times do call for desperate measures. And when your date last night had ended with a languid kiss and Spinner running off red-faced and stammering, it really had started to feel like desperate times.
You force yourself to lift your hand and knock.
There's a faint shuffling before Spinner opens the door. When he does he's shirtless, a faint sheen of sweat covering the toned span of his chest and that's enough to render you momentarily mute. You knew he trained—had listened to him talk impatiently about wanting to be stronger for the sake of the League—but you hadn't considered you might be interrupting by showing up unannounced. He apparently hadn't considered it might be you knocking, either, because his eyes go wide and his face starts to redden almost at once.
He rubs at the back of his neck. "What are you—"
You cut him off before he can start, pushing past him into his room. "Don't talk. Just listen."
He fidgets nervously but he nods, and you shake your head in an effort to focus. Seeing him half-undressed is distracting, and apparently not just for you, either. He keeps glancing from where you're standing to where his shirt is slung over the back of a chair, but he clearly doesn't know if he should reach for it after you'd so emphatically told him to simply hear you out.
You drop your gaze to avoid looking at the swell of his pecs or the defined lines that bisect his abdomen. If this conversation goes the way you're hoping it will, then maybe you can finally take the time to appreciate just how fit your almost-boyfriend is.
"I've been thinking," you slowly start, "about why you don't want to be alone with me." Spinner opens his mouth like he's about to deny it; before he can, you take a few steps forward, until there's only a few inches of space between you. You lift one hand to cup his cheek. "It's okay. I knew there must be a reason, especially because I feel like I've been pretty clear that I want to be alone with you." You lean in, pressing your lips gently to Spinner's. When you pull away there's a clear internal conflict on his face—his brow furrowed and his breath shaky. You give him a soft smile. "It's your Quirk, right?"
Spinner shifts uncomfortably. His hands lift, and at first you're worried he's going to push you away from where you're still standing so close to him. Instead, he averts his eyes, swallowing hard before he mumbles, "I'm not... I'm not like most guys. Down there."
Your heart twists a little at how self-conscious he looks, but you still can't help laughing a little. "I sort of figured that out already. I might have, uh, googled some things."
"And you're not—I mean, you'd still want to...?"
There's an edge of hope in Spinner's voice now, earnest even if he sounds like he can't quite believe it. The smile you've been wearing widens, and you finally let your gaze drop to look him over. Your hand trails from his cheek down along his shoulder, then down along his arm, your fingers brushing over the swell of his biceps and further still. You lace your fingers through his own, and tug him towards his bed, nodding for him to sit. He hesitates, then does as you ask. Before he can protest, you're sliding into his lap, knees settling alongside his hips.
His eyes widen, his breath catching, and you stroke soothingly at his hair. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you murmur, leaning in for a brief kiss, "but I really do mean it, Shu. I want you."
Spinner's tense beneath you, every muscle in his body seemingly rigid with nerves, but his hands settle tentatively at your hips. That's all the encouragement you need to lean in and kiss him again. And, though you've tried to be gentle on all the occasions before this, you don't hold back now; the moment his mouth starts to press back against yours, you're parting your lips to deepen the kiss, licking at his tongue and savoring the small noise that rises up from the back of his throat.
He pulls away when that sound escapes him, but it's not in the same way as before; he's making no move to rise, is only casting his eyes down in embarrassment.
"Sorry," he mumbles, as though he has to apologize for finally giving you a real reaction. You only shake your head and dive back in, letting your tongue tangle with his more vigorously this time. His fingers grip tighter at your hips, pulling you closer until his bare chest is pressing solidly against you and he's whimpering without any more apologies, his hips bucking just the slightest. He lets out another whiny, surprised sound when you grind yourself back against him a little, and it's then you realize you can feel him—twin bulges pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.
Your hips rock against him, your lips moving from his mouth to his jaw. You hadn't wanted to rush or pressure him, but the feel of him beneath you now is making it hard to remember that: all you want to do is explore him.
You drag your palms over his chest. Wrap your arms around him to grip at the taut muscles of his defined back. "Shu," you whine, your stomach fluttering and your heat pressing harder against him in the hopes he gets the hint. When he goes still beneath you, you prepare for disappointment, but a second later you're pleasantly surprised.
"I—" Spinner starts, and then pauses. He takes a deep breath and tries again, tripping over his own tongue. "You're so—you're so beautiful, and I wanted..." He hides his face in your neck, seemingly unable to finish. He can only murmur against your skin, "But I never thought..."
You can see his scales turning red, and you lift one hand to stroke at his hair, coaxing him gently back so you can look at him. "I know. But I want you, Shu." Want him so badly it hurts. To try and show him just how much you mean it, you let your fingers trail over the soft skin of stomach, down towards his straining arousals. You brush lightly over those pronounced bulges. "All of you."
Spinner's mouth drops open, a shuddering exhale escaping him even as his whole being softens into the touch.
"R-really?" he asks, and you nod, staring into his eyes. For a moment the two of you are silent, simply gazing at each other. Then, just as you're beginning to wonder if you need to be more assertive, he seems to steel himself; a second later he's reversing your positions, pinning you beneath him and pressing his mouth hungrily to yours, grinding himself against you even as shaky hands work to tug off your shirt.
"Is—is this okay?" he pauses to ask as the fabric bunches under your chest, but you only nod eagerly and reach up to help him slip the shirt over your head, feeling a familiar rush of excitement as you realize this is really, finally happening. You feel another thrill when you realize just how new this familiar act will feel, too. Because it's Spinner, and no matter what else you've done, you haven't been with anyone like him—not with anyone you liked as much, and certainly not with anyone sharing his unique anatomy.
The heat pooling in your gut only intensifies when you consider the possibilities, when you think about how thoroughly he could wreck you. You want that. Need it.
"'S more than okay," you breathe. Your hands drop to fumble with his pants, shoving them down over his hips, and though Spinner's own fingers are shaky he manages to start working off your own.
He helps you pull off your shirt next, and once you're both in your underwear he doesn't hesitate as much as before. He only pauses to kiss you passionately, the velvety smoothness of his scales intoxicating against your skin.
He grinds his cocks against you with a whimper. "How should—how should we—"
The words cut off with a cute moan when you cant your hips to grind harder against him, all the more eager and impatient now that this is really happening. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to mind—his own hips are working back against yours with fervor, his breathing ragged.
"I... I wanted to try..." It's hard to speak now, hard to focus on anything except the ache in your center that's been waiting too long to be quelled. How lucky, then, that Spinner's uniquely equipped to satisfy you. "Both," you manage to pant. "Both at once."
You can't help but giggle at the way Spinner's eyes widen, his scales during a deep crimson as he averts his eyes. "Okay," he says, hooking clawed fingers around the band of his boxers, shifting just enough to slip them off, the bashful expression never leaving his face.
When his cocks finally spring free, you gasp—not at the fact there are two, but at the size, both of them bigger than you'd expected. All your research had pointed to a variety of possible shapes and sizes, but to your delight they're thick, flushed red and almost human but with smoother heads, cascading pearly beads for you.
Spinner tries to pull away to reposition himself, and you stop him. "Where are you going? I want to touch."
Spinner pants as you caress his throbbing lengths, slicking them up with the copious pre leaking from his tips. His clawed fingertips dig into your sides as he braces himself, obviously struggling to temper his responses, not that he needs to on your account. It's cute how worked up he is, has you desperate to see how he reacts to finally being inside you.
That thought is enough to put an end to your patience. You shimmy out of your panties as fast as you can, and then stretch your grip wide to take both his cocks in one hand, pressing them together and leaning back to guide him towards your puffy lips, teasing at your drooling entrance with what's effectively now one massive cock.
"N-now?" he stutters, looking almost panicked.
You grin mischievously. "You want to touch me, too, don't you?"
Spinner nods. "B-but shouldn't we"—he whines as you guide his tips over your soaked slit—"shouldn't we prep you more?" He's clearly nervous, his hands shaking as he grips at your side.
You only giggle. "You're slick enough."
With that, you arch up into him. He groans immediately, pressing down on your hot body and holding you close as the substantial girth of his combined cocks breaches your wet hole. You whine at the stretch, and the sting of that invasion, and Spinner starts to pull away almost at once. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, clinging to his back in wordless encouragement to continue, too breathless to actually speak.
You don't know what you were expecting, exactly, but what you get is mindblowing. The sweet fullness of him slowly slipping inside you, and the coolness of his smooth scales against your flushed body has you practically quaking beneath him already as he kisses along your neck.
"You're so—a-ah—so warm, 'n tight," he slurs against your lips, repeating those words over and over as he inches his way deeper. He only stops to look anxiously at your face when you let out one especially throaty whimper. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Your only response is to kiss him deeply and press your hips harder against him, coaxing him deeper. Your cunt feels stretched impossibly wide already, the splitting of your walls bordering on uncomfortable, but somehow it still isn't enough. Spinner whimpers at the tight grip and then, holding you by the shoulders, finally drives himself fully inside you, bottoming out.
For a moment he pauses, no noise but a choked sound escaping him. Then, as if he can't contain himself any longer, he starts bucking his hips, melting into a moaning mess as he humps into you, shallow, erratic thrusts massaging your inner walls.
Even with no proper rhythm, you're overwhelmed by the sensation. You've never felt so full, so good—like his cocks are fighting for space inside you , stroking every possible part of your insides as you do so. His hands match that thoroughness as his thrusts grow more demanding, his clawed fingers caressing your flushed skin, exploring everywhere they can reach.
All you can do is hold on. Grip him tight and feel his defined muscles flexing under your fingers with every one of your movements. He's so deep, is making you feel so complete, and you can't even think—can only lay back as Spinner edges your body towards the boundaries of euphoria.
It's not long before you're tipped over the rim. The heads of his cocks reach somewhere deep inside you're not sure you'd realized existed, the thick swell of him pressing snuggly against that perfect, sensitive spot on your front walls, and then you're coming undone, constricting around him.
That crushing squeeze has Spinner crying out his happiness, his lavender hair tickling your cheek as his eyes drink your ecstasy, making it clear it's not just his own pleasure that has him so full of bliss—he looks half-drunk on your response to him, on how good he's making you feel.
Spinner's hips snap harder, one arm sliding around to grip tight at your waist as he leaves the last of his restraint behind, his movements so feral that, as he works his way deeper than you thought possible, you can see a slight bulge in your abdomen moving back and forth with each thrust.
You're screaming as he keeps going. Drooling and babbling how much you love it, eager to make it clear just how good he's making you feel—better than anyone ever has. Eventually, as the pulsing thrums of your orgasm stretch out into what feels like impossibly long bliss, you go entirely dumb, incapable of anything except laying slumped against the sheets, grateful but nonsensical sounds clawing up from your throat.
His hips start to stutter before long, and you pant as warmth spreads through your cunt and the sense of fullness increases, Spinner seeming to grow even thicker, harder in the moments before he cums. Then he's convulsing and trembling, his cocks twitching deep inside you as he floods your insides with copious rushes of warmth.
When it's over he flops next to you, gasping. His cheeks are red, his eyes glazed over with bliss, and you roll slightly, kissing him hard and then running your fingers through his hair. He looks spent, but now that you've finally, finally gotten what you wanted, you fear you're going to be addicted.
You lean in close. Kiss at his ear and then whisper, "Round two, but this time on my hands and knees."
Spinner's eyes widen, but he's already shifting, nodding vigorously yes with the biggest grin you've ever seen.
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hokokon · 11 months
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SpinnerXF!Reader "The beginning of romance"
This is what I have previously written and uploaded to ao3.
This story is told from the Reader's point of view.
Spinner and I were appointed to the task of shopping, with the pressing, other members were pressed into service because they were away on other business or simply did not want to go. Kurogiri, who had asked us to help, seemed a little apologetic. He must be having a hard time too.
"How's it going? No one coming through?" "It's going to be okay. Let's get going."
I put on my hat and Spinner puts on the deep hood of his jumper, and we slowly open the door to the back door of the bar we are using as our hideout, being extremely careful not to make a sound so that no one will see us.
I looked around in the night darkness with only dark streetlights before continuing on, the wind was already cold even though we had only stepped outside, and the spinner and I shivered and shoved our hands into our pockets.
"Ha... we're out of luck" "Even if you say that, someone has to do it. It can't be helped." ”But look at this shopping list. You have added a lot more than just what you need for the bar.”
Cigarettes (brand name specified), candy (also brand name specified, and more than one of those), juice (Omitted below), cosmetics, shoe polish, mobile batteries, earphones, game software, cell phone chargers ...... etc.
The email from Kurogiri included a list of those miscellaneous items as well as bar items, food, and household items. I can almost guess who asked for those items.
"Those guys ......" "It is not good for all of us to go out and be found by the police or heroes, so we have no choice." "…Oh, I'm going to have to look around for a few stores for this one ......" "Let's go to the supermarket in front of the station for now." "Yeah, let's go."
With such conversation, we both set out for a supermarket in front of the station that sold both groceries and sundries. That is when the incident occurred.
"y/n, wait a minute." "What?" "It's the ...... cops." "What are you going to do?……Can you use my quirk?" "No, that might give away your location."
As villains, the two of us who have engaged professional heroes and UA High School students may have a split face. I was concerned about this and thought about killing the police officer, but I didn't want to cause trouble for my friends. I was backed into a corner, so I asked Spinner.
"Then what should I do...?" "Watch out! y/n, please be patient!" "what……!?"
At that moment, my feet were in the air. It felt as if my torso had been caught by someone and was being held up strongly in someone's arms.
"What? Wow.......?" "Shh, quiet!"
I heard Spinner whispering from just behind me. It was apparently the spinner who had picked me up, and with me in his arms, he fled into the alleyway, climbed up the outside of the building, using the piping along the wall as a scaffold to stick to using his quirk, and hid in the darkness where the city light did not shine. I was puzzled by the suddenness of the situation, but I followed the spinner's instructions to be quiet and waited for the policeman to pass by.
"Okay, looks like the cops are gone." "I see......."
I remained quiet with the spinner holding me, and the police had apparently left in the other direction. I managed to avoid any serious consequences. As the tension dissipated, I suddenly became aware of the present situation. The spinner's arms holding me were harder and stronger than I had expected, more muscular. I was afraid of my feet floating in the air, so I clung to the spinner's shoulders, which were also firm and muscular, and my face suddenly became hot.
"Okay, let's take it down." "Yeah. ......" "Uh, ...... it's more dangerous coming down than going up, so we're gonna be careful, coming down." "Okay. ....."
Even though he has the quirk to stick the wall, a strong torso must be essential to keep body attached to the wall against gravity. Furthermore, to hold me up and lift me up with him, the spinner is stronger than I imagined.
I am somewhat embarrassed when I am aware that his hard arms are now supporting me, not just because he admired Stain and trained his muscles, or wielded a super knife knife sword and a weapon that is just loud and big, but because you have the power to lift someone up.
While I was thinking about that in my head, Spinner seemed to have climbed down from the outside wall of the building and landed on the ground, and my feet finally reached the ground as well. Was it because he was carrying me that he descended so slowly? I tried my best not to think about it because it would be even more embarrassing to think about ......, so I tried my best to keep my mind clear.
"Well, I'm glad the police didn't find you, right ......?" "Oh, yeah. ......" "I'm sorry about ......". "Oh, why are you apologizing?" "y/n, could it be,...... It was uncomfortable, wasn't it?" "Why would you say that? ...... , that's not true at all. I am very grateful to you for saving me with your quirk."
Spinner seems to be unsure of himself and concerned about his less-than-combative quirk, but that doesn't matter! I wanted to tell him. because this time the spinner saved my life. Thanks to Spinner, I didn't get caught by the police or get into trouble.
I've been thinking about ......, but the Spinner's body holding me up is more muscular than I expected, and I'm in a state of surprise, being strangely conscious of it, and taking an unnatural attitude. I have a lot to say, but my heart is so full right now that it's hard to open my mouth and say it. Spinner acted to save his friends, but I, the one who was saved, was filled with this kind of thing. What an rude person I am.
"Then why is it so unnatural?"
Perhaps I was trying too hard to keep my mind blank as if it were nothing, but the Spinner seemed to have noticed my unnatural behavior.
"It's nothing, I'm just............ surprised, I just had something else on my mind......." "I knew it. I've never done anything like this before, so I don't know how to hold someone. I've never done anything like this before, so I don't know how to hold a person, let alone a woman..." "Wasn't I too heavy? My weight."
"Is my weight heavy?" was the question that came out of my mouth as quickly as I could.it is true that I was concerned about my weight. The Spinner knew how heavy I was because I had been held up and entrusted my entire weight to him, even if unexpectedly, and of course I felt ashamed and apologetic about that. However, it was not the most important thing for me right now. If I had to say, I would say second.
I think I probably made the comment unconsciously to hide the unexpected upset of being suddenly held by Spinner, and the shame of being strangely aware of Spinner's muscular body and strength, which I was unexpectedly made aware of.
"What? Heavy ......?" "Was it heavy after all. Sorry. ....." "Oh, you mean the weight! No, no, no, no, it's not heavy at all! I think it's lighter than a super knife knife sword!" "Why is your comparison a super knife knife sword?" "I couldn't think of anything else! I just thought it was lighter and more slender than I imagined..." "Oh, you were thinking that......?"
I don't know what to do. I can't believe Spinner was aware of the size difference between me and him. I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed, but I wasn't the only one. Spinner felt the same way.
"Oh, I don't mean that in a weird way!" "I know......., I was also surprised that the spinner was more muscular and stronger ...... than I expected, but I was also amazed at his physical ability to stick to the wall with me in his arms. Again, thank you...... for saving me." "Oh..., you're welcome......"
Apparently, I was not the only one who was strangely aware of this. I was a little relieved, and before I knew it, I had said this embarrassing thing. But I was able to say thank you, so it's okay. The atmosphere was very strange and somewhat awkward. And we were silent for a while, the two of us in the alleyway at night. The night breeze outside was definitely blowing, but my face was too hot at that moment to feel cold at all. Spinner's face, illuminated slightly by the streetlight, also looked a little reddish, so perhaps he was in the same state as I was.
"Okay, let's switch gears and go shopping! There's so much to buy, it's going to take a while!" "Yeah, right! let's go! Let's go shopping!"
I was the one who broke the silence. I raised my voice just enough to not be too loud and acted as best I could as if nothing had happened.
Spinner must have noticed my intention, because he took me up on it. But when I glanced at the spinner, my gaze swam with his. My gaze swam with it, and I couldn't bear the embarrassment, so I turned my head away.
Even if we only mended the surface, neither Spinner nor I could act as naturally as before anymore. We had already become so aware of each other that we tried not to look directly at each other.
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mossy-opal · 11 months
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Instinct
Shuichi Iguchi x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Animal Instincts, Smut, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation
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You were always so warm.
Being what he is, he was cursed with a hell of a lot more animal traits than he'd like to admit. He was always cold, always trying to stay warm. It used to be hard to do, sleeping alone without a heat lamp, that was why he played so many games. The consoles and his PC always let off plenty of heat to keep him comfortable. But ever since becoming a villain, heat was a lot harder to come by, and he'd be damned if he asked someone to cuddle with him.
But when he met you, that suddenly wasn't a problem anymore.
He liked sitting next to you, you were like a heater for him, and he never felt awkward being so close to you.
He liked playing games with you and showing you all the things he enjoyed.
He liked sitting next to you while you read to yourself.
He especially liked being able to hold onto you.
You two had an unspoken agreement, he got to use you for warmth, you got to enjoy his company. It was really nice.
It only became a little bit awkward around January. It was exceptionally cold during the months, and... Well it was also that time of the year for his kind. There weren't many lizard-quirk people, and even less of a Gecko breed specifically, so it wasn't like it was a common occurrence, much less a common practice.
Shuichi had never really gone far with anyone, most people who've tried ended up being odd-balls or weirdos, so when the time came and he started having odd dreams of you he.... Didn't know what exactly to do.
He started getting protective of you, especially around the males of the group.
He started catching small animals for you to eat, and you were thankful, but let them go.
Whenever the days would start you'd always get up and go on about your business, Shuichi close behind you to push you back into the warm bed nest, to keep you safe.
You weren't daft to it either, you knew how he felt about you, and you tried making it obvious about how you felt for him.
When the changes started, you went along with them easily, if anything you got him gifts too. Warm scarves and sweaters, and you were sure to stick close to him, so he would always know where his mate you were.
He appreciated it.
He especially appreciated you making the first official move on him.
For as long as you two were in the league, there was no need for more than just cuddling and closeness, but when you held his hand one day, in the midst of his mating season, he knew he had to mark you as his.
Permanently.
You were really, really warm.
Tight, too.
His arms wrapped around your body as he held you close to him, bucking into you as fast as possible, pressing you even further into a mating press without giving you much space to move.
His whining and pleading were matched with your moans and kisses, as you tried to hold onto him for dear life.
His breathing was quick as he fucked into you- His mate. He needed to get you full of him, needed you to take every drop of him- He'd be good for you, he'd be good for the eggs, he knew he would be. He'd protect them just like he protected you, he swore it as he bit into your shoulder. He was drooling as he kept drilling into you, almost deaf to how overstimulated you were.
You'd be fine, you could take it- He was sure you could take it. You would take every ounce of cum he'd give you, and you'd be happy too- So full of him, round with his child because you were his mate.
Your cute face covered with tears and drool, your beautiful eyes rolling into the back of your head as you arched your back against him, clenching around his cocks as he fucked himself deeper into you.
"One more- f-fuu- Just one more honey, you- You'll be the perfect mother- I kno-Oooh~ you will-aah~"
"Sh-shuichiii- T-too much- T-t-toooh~ f-fuu-full~!"
"N-nnngh~nah... S' okay... W-warm... So warm... Good... Nnngh..."
And he'd keep going, taking such good care of his perfect mate.
After all, it was only natural.
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Enjoy this short little one off, just so the Spinner fans can have some food while they wait their turn for their Sugar Baby.
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fakegingerrights · 10 months
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Walk by Faith (1)
[Crosshair x Medic!reader. TW for nonsexual nudity and showering, medical procedures, blindness, seizures, angst, mentions of self harm and suicide.]
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“They call themselves: The Bad Batch.”
Crosshair panted, too bright, always too bright. Too cold hands of a kaminoan, their distinct medical smell and rubbery skin grabbing at his face to pry his eyelids open.
Crosshair screamed.
“A group of clones with ‘desirable mutations.’”
He wasn’t alone, of course. Hunter hated the lights too, his heightened senses making laboratory settings living hell for him. Tech’s constant testing for recall speed and IQ and the sheer amount of information crammed into his head often left him mumbling for hours, unable to think enough to remember his own name. Wrecker spent his nights in agony, growing pain was bad for all of them but his was worse, often spending nights in a drugged sleep to keep him from screaming as his limbs stretched and muscles tightened.
Now he sat in darkness. Alone. Not surrounded by the familiar groans and sighs of his brothers, alone in their own misery but at least present.
“Clone force 99 has been listed as traitors to the empire. Shoot to kill.”
Crosshair never missed. Never. But standing across from his brothers on that platform, watching as Hunter dragged Omega onto the Marauder, and he couldn’t do it.
It’s what got him to where he was now.
“CT-9904?” The new medic wasn’t a clone. The voice was feminine, but the thick bandages over his eyes prevented him from seeing your face. “I’m your assigned optician. I’m here to check how your eyes are accepting the new artificial lenses?”
There’s the sound of footsteps approaching. Crosshair didn’t have ears as good as Hunter, but he had spend enough time blind folded to have a good grasp on using his ears to the fullest.
“I’m going to touch your face now, please try to hold still.” You warned him. Crosshair went stone still, barely even breathing as soft hands brushed his face, deftly undoing the bandages that covered his eyes. He blinked, trying to clear his vision as his heart leapt into his throat.
“You’re doing this in the dark?” He asked, his voice hoarse, even though he already knew the answer.
“No. Until we’re sure your eyes have adjusted to the lenses, you’re on neural blockers to prevent you from consciously using your eyes. it wouldn't be anything more than a blurry mess anyways until they've settled. It should only be a day or two” You explained, a hand coming up to cup his cheek, thumb resting on the bottom of his tattoo, a slight warmth signifying a handheld light flitting across your face. “That’s quite the spot for a tattoo. The work on the eyelid is done well.” You remarked. Crosshair gritted his teeth. As glad as he was to not have a kaminoan working on him, natborns always talked too much.
“Tech did it.” He ground out. You hummed, pulling back sore eyelids to look under them.
“Tech?”
“CT-9902.” He spat the number out.
“Ah, I saw his file briefly. They contacted me to work on his goggles. Now hold still.” You commanded firmly, and Crosshair again went still as something itchy brushed across the surface of his actual eye, then the other one. “You have a name?”
“Crosshair.” Cross gritted out again. The new medic was getting on his nerves, but a small part of him was grateful. Since his squad decided to betray their empire, he hadn’t spoken this much to anyone in weeks.
“Oh! Like your tattoo?” There’s the sound of a tube opening.
“Yes, like the tattoo.”
“That’s really neat. I have a similar one, kinda. A replica of the scope’s readout from my father’s hunting rifle between my shoulder blades. He taught me to shoot with that blaster. Right, I’m going to apply some bacta to your inner eyelids, and then we’ll have to wait until it’s settled before I can apply eyedrops to counteract the dryness it will cause.” You chattered on, Crosshair barely listening. He stared at nothing, not even blinking until you told him he could. The bacta burned something awful, and tears ran tracks down his cheeks as he fought not to rub his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry about the sting, you know, we aught to really come up with something better than bacta, we kinda just use it as a cure all but-“
“Do you ever stop talking?” Crosshair’s annoyance got the best of him and he snapped, glaring in your direction through sightless eyes.
“Eh, I’ve been told I’m quite the chatter box.” You retort. “Right, gonna touch your face again.”
He grimaced as you leaned back into his personal space, so close he could smell your faint perfume as you tipped his head back and administered numbing eyedrops to ease the burning once the bacta had set long enough.
“How long until my sight returns?” He asked, turning his face upwards and blinking to help the eyedrops settle in.
“About a week, give or take a day.” You answered. “The Kaminoans, idiots, wouldn’t let me perform the surgery, and have declared I’m to be your nurse until your eyes have healed. Do I look- wait, no.” Crosshair glared in your direction. “Do I sound like a nurse to you? I’m an optometrist specializing in artificial lenses and improvements! Not that yours could be improved much. Your natural eyes are phenomenal. I’ve never seen more beautifully shaped retinas, and your pupil dexterity is amazing!”
“Yes yes, I get it. I’ve got good eyes.” Crosshair rolled his empty eyes. “Not what girls usually compliment me on, but I’ll take it.” He wasn’t sure why he kept indulging you in conversation. He’d rather be left alone to his own dark world.
“There aren’t many girls who know what to look for in a decent set if eyes.” You shot back, picking up the fresh set of bandages. Crosshair flinched when your knuckle brushed his temple.
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you. Just reapplying the bandages, then we can get you out of this wing and to your temporary outpatient accommodations.” He sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly with relief at getting out of the lab before he caught the rest of what you said.
“I’m not going to my barrack?” He asked. Crosshair didn’t need eyes to know you were wincing.
“Yeah… about that. The long necked idiots decided you needed around the clock monitoring before your sight returned. And decided, since they’re my lenses in your eyes, you should be put with me. In my quarters.”
Crosshair scoffed. “Absolutely not.”
“Unfortunately, Commander, you don’t get a choice. Do you have anything you need out of this room?” You say briskly, looking around.
“I’m not staying in-“
“Nothing you need then?”
“…” Even through the bandages, you can feel his glare as he chews his lip. “Do you have a toothpick?”
“In my quarters. Right, let’s get you up.” Hands grab his shoulder and help him out of the post-op gurney and to his feet. He sways slightly as he tries to find his balance without his eyes. “Whoah there, I gotcha.” The hands on his shoulders tightened. “Wow, you’re tall. Ok, do you want to take my shoulder or have me take your arm?”
Crosshair hated this. He wanted to scream and tear the cloth away from his eyes and rub them until they stopped itching and he could see and-
And it wouldn’t do anything but give him an infection. The voice in his head sounded painstakingly like Tech, who was always trying to help.
“Shoulder.” He gritted out after a moment. Soft hands that had just thoroughly tortured him with their medicine now took his hand and placed it on your shoulder. He fell into step beside you, letting you guide him into the hall and through the corridor.
“Your room is on the left past the kitchenette, I moved as much of the furniture as I could out of your way. Our rooms are connected by a shared refresher, too.” You chattered on as he followed you through the halls.
The darkness without his vision never failed to unsettle him. Kamino is always so bright, so blindingly white... even without vision the shadows felt out of place.
"Here we are." Your voice startled him out of his thoughts. "I'll drop you at your room and let you get settled from there. You won't be drilling while you recover but your armor and rifle is on the bed."
You set his hand against the doorframe into his room. "If there's an emergency shout and I'll be there."
Yeah, right.
The room was small, Crosshair was thankful for that. Less space for him to memorize. He sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath and fighting the urge to scratch at his eyes. He focused instead on mapping out the unfamiliar bunk. It was about the size of the one in his barrack, maybe a hair bigger. the most curious thing though was the dense, soft quilt that draped over it. It certainly wasn't anything from Kamino. On a hunch, he let a hand drift up to run a finger along the edge of the pillow.
Cotton. And thick. Not the thin cushion the kaminoans insisted on. It smelled off too, like fresh air and sunshine rather than bleach.
Had you... made up the bed for him?
Crosshair shook off the thought and all it entailed. There was a bedside desk of sorts, a datapad resting on it. Not that he would be able to do anything with it...
At the foot of the bed was his sniper rifle and armor, which he quickly checked over. Everything seemed to be in order.
Satisfied he could at least confidently navigate his temporary sleeping space, he kicked the quilt to the foot of the bed and curled up on the mattress, giving a quiet sigh of appreciation as he let himself sleep for the moment.
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He awoke to a soft knock at the door, then the sound of it sliding open. Crosshair suppressed a twitch and focused on maintaining his breathing, staying as still as possible.
"Cross- oh." Your voice went from a casual tone to barely above a whisper. He feigned sleep and focused on listening to your footsteps as you padded across the room, pausing by the table.
There was the clatter of something... cutlery? And the faint smell of hot rations from the mess. Kriff, he must've slept longer than he meant if you were bringing in food already. He fought the urge to tense as he felt your presence close to him, then down by his feet where he had kicked the quilt. The sensation of the weight being pulled from the edge of the cott and the rustle of heavy fabric, he barely stifled a flinch as the blanket touched down over his shoulders first before coming to rest over the rest of him.
Then your footsteps retreated back towards the door, and he let himself relax a little more.
"I know you're awake, Crosshair. Food's on the desk if you're hungry. Double portion, to help you make up the weight you've lost the last few weeks." Your tone was still soft, and slightly... amused? Were you laughing at him? "The overhead lights are off but the desklamp is on. I'm out here if you need anything."
The door slid shut again. The quilt was heavy, but deceptively cool against his exposed skin, the white shirt and loose pants of the medical ward suddenly left him feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Crosshair huffed a long sigh, sitting up and folding his knees up against his chest. He started with his ankles, slowly and methodically going through and cracking every joint all the way up to his neck then down his arms, stretching as he goes and enjoying the sensation of his muscles relaxing. He trailed one of his hands up against the smooth surface of the desk until he bumped the tray, then feeling around the edges for the warmth of where the rations would be.
Satisfied with the layout of his trey he moved to eat over the desk. As he did so, he also found a glass of water and a hefty box of toothpicks.
He picked at the food, getting barely halfway through before he pushed it away, downing the water and settling back on his bed to chew on a toothpick in sullen silence. His eyes ached. It wasn't a new sensation, but it was much more annoying. Especially that he was now left alone in the dark instead of having his squad around him to distract him.
Crosshair shook his head. That line of thought never ended well recently. He opted instead to grab his tray and glass and slip into the shared living space, setting them carefully in the sink and rinsing them over. There's the chatter of noise... a holo drama of some kind? And your voice from behind him and to his left, against the far wall.
"You know, you can change out of those awful medical uniforms if you want to." You called. Crosshair grunted.
"Don't have anything else. It's this or my blacks." He shot back, wincing at how gravely his voice sounded.
"Really? Nothing else?"
He rolled his eyes behind closed lids on impulse, then winced at the stinging feeling of the motion. "That's what I said, isn't it?"
"Sorry. That just seems a little spartan, though. Even for- well."
"A clone?" He drawled the word out. "We're property. Property can't own property, so we have enough to keep us from running around naked."
"Now that would be a sight. Kaminoans would be under a lot of heat for it though, since then there'd be no doubt about your humanity." There's a clatter of you setting something down, a datapad, probably. "Actually, scrap that. They'd just use it as more marketing. Do you want me to make a few calls, get you something else to wear?"
"That is... unnecessary. These are fine." Other clothes would be nice, Crosshair mused. He hated how much he sounded like Tech in that moment, but really, these would do just fine. He was a weapon for the Repub- Empire. He got what was given to him and didn't ask for more.
His momentary confusion sent a jolt of pain through the side of his head, he pressed a palm to it with a wince. Everything seemed to fizzle around him before snapping back to it's usual feeling. Dimly, he heard your voice talking to him.
"-Hair? Crosshair, are you alright?" Fingertips grazed his cheek just below the bandages. His hand snapped up to close around your wrist in a bone crushing grip. Kriff, when had you gotten close enough to touch him? "Ow, owowowow, ok, Buddy, you gotta let me go here. Take a breath." Your other hand came up to pry at his fingers. He took a shuddering breath and slowly released his death grip, his hand slipping away to hang limp at his side.
You mumble a few nasty curses that made his eyebrows raise slightly below the bandages, pulling away to presumably rub at your sore wrist.
"Warn me before you go grabbin me." He ground out in lieu of an apology, moving to push past you. You stopped him with your good hand on his chest.
"I did. You didn't hear me. Come sit down, I need to check your vitals." Your tone was stern, and he sighed knowing he wasn't gonna be able to get out of this one. He ground down on his toothpick as you took his elbow and lead him over to what felt like a low sofa, pushing him down onto it. If he had his eyes uncovered, he'd be glaring daggers.
"I thought you weren't a nurse." He bit the words out. You give him a snort in return.
"I'm not. But I am your around the clock care for now. Wanna tell me what that was? Gonna check your blood pressure, can I have your non-dominant arm?"
Crosshair held out his right arm, and you tapped his hand twice to warn him before moving to slip the cuff around his arm, taking care to maintain some form of contact so you didn't startle him again. "Just a lapse in attention." He lied through his teeth.
"Crosshair." Your tone was tired, borderline scolding him.
"It's a recurring headache. I've had it since the Reformation." he ground out. "It's on the side of my head, up high. Bleeds down into a migraine above my right eye."
"I'm gonna do a bloodcheck. Can I have your little finger? Little poke." He held out his hand as you slipped the blood pressure cuff off. He hissed as the needle lanced into his skin and out, taking a fair amount of blood [and actual flesh] with it. "Right, while that processes, we're gonna go to the refresher and get you cleaned up."
"My inability to see doesn't mean I can't bathe myself just fine." Crosshair hissed.
"You can do your body on your own just fine, but I need to get your eyes for you. We don't want to risk infection and you got some blood and crusties that would probably feel much better gone." You tap his elbow and pull him to his feet. "And while you're bathing, no shower. Bath only, keep the water away from your face and eyes, no soap-"
"I know post op care, Doc. Not my first time under the long neck's knife." Cross ground out.
"-And I'll leave you to do that while I track down some proper clothes for you." You finished, taking him through his room into the refresher. "Edge of the tub is behind you. Gonna have you sit on the floor in front of it and lean over it, ok? I'm gonna have my hands all over your face and head, so I'd appreciate it if you don't grab me again." He felt with his foot until his heel found the tub and lowered himself to the floor with a sigh. The tub was partially sunken into the ground, so the lip was fairly close to the floor. It was a little awkward at first as he slowly slid down until he was resting mostly laying on the ground with his head on the edge of the tub.
"Mk, right next to you, Crosshair." You said, tapping his shoulder lightly. "Let's get another look under these wraps, ok? I'll be gentle." As if you'd risk being anything else. Wouldn't want to damage the Empire's perfect weapon. He focused on breathing as you slowly unwound the strips from his face, blinking away the gritty feeling of his eyelids finally being able to move freely. He squinted through puffy eyelids into the darkness on instinct, trying to search for even a whisper of change or movement. "Ah, careful now. Nothing to see, remember? Do you want your eyedrops now or later?"
"Later." He grunted, to a small chuckle from you. He glared in your direction, but you paid him no mind.
"Lift your head for me?"
He did so, and he heard the slide of coarse fabric against ceramic as you slid a folded up towel under his neck and shoulders so they weren't digging into the smooth surface of the tub. He always hated this part.
The sound of the spigot being opened made him flinch, and he could feel flecks of water hitting the back of his head as the sound of a bottle being filled hit his ears. He gritted his teeth, waiting.
"Ok, bear with me now, gonna be up in your face for a bit." You warned, turning the faucet off again. Crosshair grunted an acknowledgement, bracing himself. Your off hand, the one he'd grabbed, he noted, slid under the base of his skull to better support his head as a damp microfiber cloth was dabbed at the disgusting mess of bacta, mucus, blood, and who knows what else that had gathered in the innermost corner and under his eyes, slowly breaking apart the mess with as little pressure as possible.
Crosshair swallowed, his pulse ticking up slightly before he remembered to go back to focusing on his breathing as you worked your way outwards, into the edges of his eyes. Memories flitted to the surface of his mind, of his eyes being rinsed out with something like a power washer as a cadet whenever he got another eye infection and the itchy, blurry vision he always had after another round of testing, debating on whether or not he was good enough or if he needed more improvement. Blinding white alternating with terrifying darkness, he hated not being able to see.
"Crosshair?" Your voice was soft, right next to his ear. It pulled him out of the painful memories as he realized you were no longer working on his eyes. "Is everything alright?"
"Situation Normal." His voice was raspier than he would have liked, sound just a bit too choked to be 'fine.'
"Alright. The worst of it's over, ok? Everything is looking good." There was the click of a soap bottle, and he tensed up again as the faucet was turned back on. His breathing, which he had done well at keeping metronome-steady up until this moment, caught slightly as something cold touched his scalp and the hand behind his head carefully pulled away.
"What're you doing?" He growled.
"Washing your hair. You'll feel better once it's done, trust me." Your voice had lost it's worried note, amusement creeping in as you begin to work the shampoo into his close cropped hair, gently scrubbing away at layers of built up sweat and dander at the edges of his hairline. "There you go, relax. I'm not going to hurt you, Commander."
Crosshair did his best, closing his eyes. It might've been your imagination, but he seemed to be leaning into your touch ever so slightly.
You switched to a small tipped squirt bottle you had filled earlier and began gently rinsing away the suds, a hand coming up to make sure none got close to his eyes. He shifted against the towel under him, listening to the still running faucet as you washed the last of the soap away, close cut nails still scratching at his scalp.
Just for a moment, he let himself drift. Just for a moment, the hands in his hair were stronger. Rougher, calluses from a knife dragging against his curls, murmuring in Mando’a in his ear-
Then you pulled away, and the illusion broke.
“I’m going to go grab you some clothes, okay? The tub is full and the water is warm. Oh, hold on.” You pull away and pause as he makes the tiniest sound in the back of his throat, then covers it with a dry cough. It almost feels like you imagined it, and not sure what to do, you ignore it.
Crosshair waits with bated breath, but slowly relaxes as you don’t seem to notice his slip up. Stupid of him, getting lost in the past.
“Ok, I’ve got an elastic cover here, just gonna slip it over your eyes so you don’t get water in them. You can take it off when you get out, but I’d like you to at least sleep with it on so you don’t rub in your sleep.” He immediately stiffens, waiting for the awful scratchy material to be pulled over his head-
Only for gentle hands to pull something soft and silky down over his eyes, barely a weight. He lets out the breath he’d been holding as you fuss with it for a second, making sure it won’t slip off.
“Ok. All good, Commander?”
“All good, Doc.” His answer is immediate. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder and he suppresses a flinch.
“Ok, you can come out whenever you’re done. I’ll bring you some proper clothes.” And then he was alone in the dark once more.
Slowly, methodically, he shrugged out of the thin white shirt and loose pants before stepping down into the tub, hissing slightly at the hot water. The burn felt good though, as he eased himself down to sit in a ball in the corner of the tub.
It was a much longer bath than Crosshair had ever had, letting the hot water be a distraction from his own mind as he methodically soaped up and rinsed enough that the water must be cloudy. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dirt, of the sensation of it caked into his skin and under his nails and-
That’s enough of a bath today. He opened the drain and listened to the water swirling down, a rap at the door catching his attention.
“What do you want?” The words are harsher than he means, but he can’t bring himself to feel too bad about them.
“Clothes, not that maker-forsaken medical uniform. I’m not looking, just gonna set them on the counter.”
The door slid open and you shuffled in, your footsteps slow and hesitant as you blindly reached for the counter, setting the stack down before retreated.
Ha, modesty around a clone.
Crosshair grabs the towel that was folded behind him earlier and dried off, gingerly patting around his hair before searching out whatever you had brought. His fingers came in contact with soft polymer and heavy cotton as he found the teeshirt and sweats you had left for him, sliding into them with a shiver.
These weren’t clone clothes. These were the expensive sleepwear they reserved for natborns. They smelled of expensive detergent rather than the bleach based mess that was used for clones, turning what little clothes they had scratchy and awful to touch.
He padded out through his room and into the main living area, taking off the soft eyewrap while he did so and made his way to the sofa. His foot found it before he did and he swore, much to amusement of you already on the sofa.
“Do you want a hand?” You asked, a smile in your tone. Crosshair sat down with a glare and a rude gesture in your direction.
“Eyedrops?” He asked.
“Oh! Yeah, we should do that now. Stay there.” He felt the sofa shift as you stood up, collecting what sounded like a bag from the other side of the room and returning to your seat.
“Got them. Ok, hold still, try not to flinch.” You instructed, tapping his shoulder twice to prepare him as you tilted his head up. He went stone still, breathing slowing to barely a gasp as a thumb swept sore eyelids up, he fought the urge to blink as two drops splashed into each eye.
“Ok, ok easy.” The hand released his chin and your presence retreated. “Take a breath, Crosshair. You’re trembling.”
Crosshair took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and keeping his head leaned back against the back of the couch as he closed his eyes.
“M’fine.” He grunted. “Hate these.”
You snorted softly, patting his knee sympathetically. Even through the heavy material of his sweats, he felt the odd shape of a bandaged hand. He frowned slightly, that hadn’t been there before.
“Yeah, they’re not pleasant.” You agree, settling back. “You’re not supposed to use a datapad but do you want to listen to a book or something?”
Crosshair just grunted. “What’ja do to your hand?” He asked.
“My…. Oh. You did that, actually. When you grabbed me earlier. It’s just a bruise, nothing too bad.” You shrug off the concern as Crosshair shifts to get more comfortable.
“You should have warned me-“
“I did, Commander. You were too out of it to notice. Speaking of which, your blood results came back. When did you get electrocuted?”
The question took Crosshair by surprise.
“I haven’t been.” He forgot to sound angry at the question. You gave a small ‘huh.’
“You have a lot of ionized carbon in your bloodstream, from either a massive jolt or long term low level shocks.” You reported.
“I’m a mutant. Gonna have weird blood.” He mumbled back.
“Not like this.” You huffed. “It doesn’t match previous levels of your blood samples.”
Crosshair blinked the eyedrops away again, feeling the grittiness diminish for a moment.
“They took me. After we came back from our last mission with a jedi. They kept me from my brothers. I don’t remember what happened much after that.” The words felt… strange, to admit them aloud. A bolt of pain shot through his head, making him gasp slightly as a hand shot up to the side of his head. It was a lot worse than it had been in a while.
Flashes and echos of memory assaulted him, Hunter’s cold glare, Tech’s sneering face, Wrecker’s rage and Echo’s snide pity as they abandoned him on that platform. The roar of the jets as they betrayed the Empire, betrayed him.
Hunter opening his mouth to shout-
“Crosshair? Commander Crosshair.” His eldest brother’s voice came out panicked and feminine, not a clone’s voice. Crosshair was yanked out of memory, the haze of pain lifting slightly. Soft hands, gentle hands, scraping over his hair, massaging the cramping muscles in his hands as tremors wracked his whole body.
He was vaguely aware he was laying against someone, his head under a chin and legs bracketing his thighs to keep him from thrashing as he struggled to remember how to breathe.
“Crosshair, can you hear me?” The voice came from behind him, rumbling through him like a jolt of clear water. He managed a rough nod. “Good. I want you to try and match my breathing. In for 8, hold for 5, out for 8.”
You slowed your breathing down, counting softly. It took him a few seconds but he managed, pants turning into shaky but even breaths.
“‘Appened?” Crosshair slurred, not even trying to fight even as he realized it it wasn’t a brother under him but a doctor.
“You had another episode. This one was a lot worse. You were screaming and thrashing and-“ You had to take a breath, calm yourself before you startled him worse. “Can you describe to me how you’re feeling?”
Crosshair groaned softly, your hands returned to his close cropped silver curls and resumed combing through them.
“Head hurts… confused…” He closed his sightless eyes, relaxing into your touch.
“Yeah? Can you tell me where you are?”
Crosshair was silent for a long time. “Temp medical housing.” His voice was stronger.
“Good. Anything weird you’re seeing?”
“Doc, I’m blind for another day or so. Lemme up.” His attitude was the next to return, pulling your arms off of him and sitting up, palming his head and going to rub his eyes before stopping himself. The couch shifted under him as you moved.
“Careful. Careful. I’m going to go grab you a painkiller and something to drink.”
He grunted an acknowledgement, listening to you clatter around the kitchenette while he massages at his temples in an effort to release the tension prickling at his scalp.
“Hey.” He jumped as your voice came from a lot closer than he was expecting, and winced slightly at your instant step back incase you needed to avoid a blow. “Hey. Still with me?” Your voice was softer the next time. Crosshair nodded. “Alright. I’ve got a painkiller, but it’s gonna make you sleepy, ok? And water. You’re dehydrated.”
A cup was pressed into his hands and he took a drink before tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck.
“Good, you already know the drill. Ok, I’m right next to you, little pinch.”
It was not a little pinch, it never was. It hurt. But it was quickly replaced by the feeling of lead in his veins as a weight settled over him. He took another drink of the water before setting it down, not having the energy to fight it.
Crosshair tried to get to his feet, but his balance was a skewed mess. A hand slid under his shoulders to steady him as the world rocked wildly.
“You wanna sleep out here or in your room, decide fast.” Your voice was a gentle murmur in his ear.
“Second.” He gritted out, accepting your help with annoyed resignation as you half carried him to his room and set him down on his bunk.
“Get some rest, Commander. You’ve done so well today.” Your voice echoes like it’s from a long ways off. He falls back against the pillow, and the quilt is settled over him. He’s asleep before he can even curl up properly
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“One day, Cross, we’re gonna be proper Commandos. No more labs for us.” Hunter’s voice is right by his head, whisper soft.
“Me too?” Wrecker, six years old and already almost as tall as the trainers. “And Tech?” Tech had been the one for testing that day, he was snoring away tucked against Wrecker’s side.
“All of us.” Hunter promised. “We’re gonna be free of testing and together fighting tinnies and living free.”
Crosshair just rolled over. Wishful thinking, at best.
[A/N: Whew! This is kinda awkward to break into chapters, but I'm trying. I've decided to release it chapter by chapter and then publish the master when I'm done so everyone is happy, got it? Taglist:
@rinwritesfics @endo-bunny @renon4224 @tecker ]
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frickingnerd · 18 days
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dating spinner / shuichi iguchi
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pairing: spinner / shuichi iguchi x gn!reader
tags: fluff, gaming dates, mention of the league of villains, potential minor manga spoilers, protective spinner
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spinner is a very reclusive person, who has issues trusting others, after how he was treated by people in the past
he often fantasized about dating someone, but it always seemed like more of a dream than something that could ever come true
but then he met you, someone who treated him unlike anyone else he met before. spinner could feel normal around you, yet at the same time felt like he was truly special to you!
spinner is a little awkward when you first start dating. he's never been good at making friends, nor does he have any dating experience!
but he does his best to treat you well! he's holding doors open for you, picking you flowers when he comes by them (as he lacks the money to buy some) and he always compliments you!
those are all things he picked up from media as romantic things, so he attempts to recreate those romantic moments with you!
but while he tries to be someone else, to be a perfect boyfriend, he quickly has to come to terms with the fact that this isn't him
spinner isn't the type to take out for a candlelight dinner. but he's the type to order pizza and burgers with you and play games all night!
while spinner doesn't have a lot of money, he tries to buy the two of you multiplayer games as often as he can! whether it's shooters, puzzle games or farming simulators
occasionally, shigaraki or other friends from the league also join the two of you during your gaming nights!
spinner really wants you to get along with his friends! after all, he doesn't have many, so the few friends from the league are very important to him
though he does get a bit jealous when he notices how well you get along with them. but spinner would never admit to that and let his jealousy ruin those friendships!
spinner is deeply insecure about his looks, after all the harassment he has received about it. he can't stand up for himself when people harass him, but when you get harassed, it's a different story!
spinner doesn't tolerate anyone being mean to you! not even when his friends make a “joke” about you! people can be mean to him all they want, but they better leave you out of it!
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luffyvace · 20 days
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I have a question that’s been stuck in my head for a while? OK, so remember the episode of MHA where Kurogiri warps stain to the bar to meet Shigaraki so they can convince him to join the LOV and then stain stabs Shigaraki?
So imagine, what if Spinner, Dabi and Toga (separately) meet Stain BUT…… stain injures Reader (instead of Shigaraki) how would they feel if the hero killer hurt, they are beloved S/O?think about it??
Ohh yeaaa I remember that episode!
Ooooo yeah that’ll definitely set the mood for some killing dear- 😃 very intriguing question/request! Thank you! <3 :)
(gn reader since you didn’t mention pronouns or gender)
Spinner
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⚠️(i think) spoilers at the end of spinner’s I can’t remember if it’s animated or not 😵‍💫💫
The Gif is literally Spinner to stain-
literally nobody liked him before he joined the lov
as we saw in the flash back (I think it’s animated) he was a nobody sitting on his couch watching tv
he joined the lov and now has people that respect him, he started dating you?!
quite frankly the best thing that has ever happened in his life.
no joke this man would do anything for you
He will probably never see what you see in him because of people in his ear from his upbringing but he hopes you continue to see that forever cuzzzz he’s not tryna let you go anytime soon 😋💗
so when you got stabbed by stain? This man was the exact opposite of calm.
What do you mean you just stabbed the only person who loves him?!
this is actually such an interesting request because spinner admires stain!
this dude’s villain costume is a target version of his! (😭)
Yeah he definitely no longer looks up to him. 😐
infact he might find himself hating him 😗
that’s how serious it is!
he panics for a second then pulls out his katanas to defend you in case he comes back for more
he would chase him down, if you weren’t wounded
he instead sheathes his blades and asks toga to wrap you up (until he can get you to the hospital if it’s fatal)
he’s on the verge of tears and is shaking because he could’ve lost you!
there’s no way he could ever let that happen!
Is heavily disappointed in himself that he couldn’t react faster to protect you and ‘realizes’ how much of a weakling he is
vows to protect you even if it costs him his life
of course he was always willing to, but now nothing. and I mean nothing. is ever gonna hurt you again
will track down stain to talk to him and tell him that wasn’t cool (and he doesn’t necessarily curse him out but rest assured he didn’t use the words I did)
⚠️(uh spoilers I think) after he gains the army of mutation quirk citizens he feels much more confident in his abilities to protect you
you should too! His army cares about you nearly as much as he does! They view him as they’re leader and savior after all~
not to mention he for sure changes his villain costume to something else
He asks you to help decide the design and now he looks much more epicc 😎💪
Dabi (Touya Todoroki)
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Dabi is instantly heated abt it
like y’all invited him in here and he STABS his you??!
his lover?!
I don’t think so..😐
bro not finna let that slide🗿
he’s aboutta incinerate everyone and himself (again 😂-) trying to kill him
in all seriousness in a situation where someone he cares about gets hurt he does beat whoever hurt you before helping-
just because he’s angry
BROS SEEING RED- 😭🗿🤡
he does come check up on you after though
Besides he knows the lov will bandage you up
either Toga will do it (but she’ll take some of your blood) or they’ll take you to that hideous doctor dude that works for afo
If it’s a fatal wound he checks up on you a lot and subtly asks if you need anything
he’s not some softy, imma be honest, but he obviously does care
no matter what, he now wants to track down stain and reduce him to nothing but ashes
it doesn’t matter who says what. he’ll never forgive him.
and trust me when I say he’s the type of guy who could hold a grudge forever 😬
will tell you to sit out the next mission if your injury isn’t all the way healed by then
he commits arson to try and ease his anger a bit but after all he’s been through, hurting the only person he loves is the final straw.
he’s noticeable more irritated for a while and will try and kill stain on sight
the hero killer has been spotted in the prefecture? He bouta pull up. Bro is over in the mountains? That crazy cuz Dabi is too 🤷‍♀️
Toga Himiko
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Would be the angriest if Dabi wasn’t more hot headed (get it? Don’t get mad I had to) and if she didn’t like stain too- 😭
the fact that she loves to see you stabbed also comes into play-
But she’s upset she wasn’t the one to make you bleed
although this is all after she bandages you up
if the wound isn’t fatal she’ll probably unwrap you daily to admire you in all your glory 💉🩸😊
She tries to get payback by stabbing stain so it’s even but it just becomes a game of cat and mouse
meaning they’re both too swift and agile to get hit by the other
In the heat of the moment her first reaction is excitement that quickly turns to anger
as i said she’s happy to see your beautiful rose red blood but she didn’t get to inflict it ✋😤
Def woulda followed stain out the door to track him down if it weren’t for 1. Your wound and 2. Twice & magne stopping her
will lick the blood she cleaned
not fresh off the wound, but off the materials she used to clean you up
she knows it could give you an infection directly
and this is of course after your fine and dandy
she 100% tried to get as much blood into a container or syringe as possible
even if there isn’t a lot
If you have a quirk in particular
bonus if it’s a strong one
You two could pair up now!! Aren’t you happy? 🤗
if you are NOT happy and is upset with her for it, (I’m sure your not- your probably used to it in a relationship with her) she’ll gives you cuddles as an apology <33
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sinnamonpork · 1 year
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I got some ideas for a vigilante au where Dabi became a vigilante and pro hero Hawks had been flirting with his white haired, blue flamed beau for half a year already. When they get to the point that they already discovered each other's true names, Hawks was ready to meet Endeavor when Dabi said he wanted him to meet his family. Imagine the little bird's surprise when he was instead face to face by Japan's most wanted League of Villains. Apparently, his not very legal partner had some very, very illegal group of friends that had been more than happy to provide for his nightly activities.
Imagine Hawks preparing to meet another pro hero, already practicing his lines so that he could sweep his boyfriend's family off their feet. Instead, he was faced with a Toga that's more than ready to bloody him up if he hurts Dabi, Shigaraki threatening to dust his bird dick, and a Mr. Compress describing all the way he can make his life very painful via his marbling quirk. Hawks was readying to charm a hero's family. Instead, he just hoped againt hope that he'd survive the encounter with his boyfriend's family.
Nevertheless, the various death threats and the very weird social dynamic the League has was worth it to see Dabi smile so freely when the hero said he was willing to meet the League again. Atleast Twice and Spinner were kinda normal. Although the hero can say with full confidence that he'd be avoiding Mr. Compress for a while. The man seems like the most likely to just make him disappear and smile while doing it.
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ddymarie · 8 months
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Hi omg uhm please could you write a spinner x reader 🥺 hes really underrated lol I love the lizard boi
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Introducing
Spinner x reader
Seasonal Allergies
⚠: begging, bottom spinner, self edging, two dicks, top reader, riding, strip tease,male masturbation, HEAVY mommy kink.
While making a favorite dish of yours you head a cough come from your bedroom
Spinner grunted, sliding his hands up and down his cocks and thrusting up into his palm.
"Mommy, please" he pleaded turning his attention to you.
Your eyes raked over his body down from the sweat dripping off of his chin to his hard six pack and down to his cocks where you stared for some moments before looking back up at him in his eyes-yours low and filled with mischief.
You hadn't responsed verbally. But spinner got the message as soon as you removed your shirt
Giving him a strip tease
Watching you disregard your garments onto the floor Made him pump his heavy red tipped cocks harshly.
"Y/n-" he moaned nostrils flaring
"You know better than that" you said smirking
You watched him jolt from the bed and sit ok his knees
Hands still pumping his hard cocks
"Mommy-angel" he choked up. "Mommy, help me please, I need you." He was hunched over and hot. "Mommy please, I deserve it" he begged
"Do you now? " you said raising and eye brow "what makes you say that? Your not gonna letting your ego get the best of you now huh" you said circling him
"Show mommy why you deserve it" you said while your grip on his hair tightened pulling him backward.
He was in between your legs now.
Spinner wasted no time lapping you up-upside down. Moaning into your cunt as your juices coated his chin.
"Mm~ good boy" you praised.
Spinner had removed his hands from his cocks to focus on you. Sliding a finger then two and finally three. Curling them inside of you.
From his position you knew his neck hurt and his arms were tired. But this didn't stop him or you from receiving YOUR pleasure
"Uhh~" you moaned grinding on his face "mommy taste so good doesn't she? "
He sucked your clit in approval and began thrusting his fingers
"I'm close, right there" you moaned knuckles turning whit on your knees
As spinner wrapped an arm around your hips to keep you in place his ministrations on your clit continued.
Drunk off your juices.
You came not long after that
"Such a good boy for mommy yeah? " you said lining his cocks with your entrances
"Yea I'mma good boy" he said
"Be an angel and help me help you yeah? You deserve it "
he wasted no time sliding you down his cocks
"Ahh~" you moaned at how stuffed you were. You could feel him in your stomach.
Spinners grip on your hips tightened and his eyes rolled back as you slowly bounced on him.
"Mommy~ so tight~ so pretty " he praised
"That's right" you leaned down lips you touching his "pretty boy, you wanna cum with mommy" you asked
You had no chohce but to reward his good deed after all.
"Help mommy out " you said in a sultry tone.
His thrusts were harsh but you knew it was to fill you with love and intentionally done with caution. You were gonna punish him from it
"Mommy~" spinner moaned in your ear.
"Uhh~so good, baby, yes mommy gonna come " you moaned loudly arms warpoing around his neck as you stabled your self.
He stilled and so did you as one of his cocks slipped out.
Spinners grip on your ass cheeks released as so did he.
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chainelunaire · 1 year
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random lov headcanons pt.2
(bc @ermnmika with their post reminded me i have some unfinished business so thank you for that and for credit!)
(i’m gonna do the rest + hawks in the next post)
pt. 1
toga
- she is highly interested in fashion. she has no money for a laptop or even a decent phone, and it’s dangerous anyway because they might get tracked down. so it’s only stolen magazines she learns from. she’s always two steps behind, but her imagination is what is truly inspiring.
- very organized. has a very strict schedule. hates it when it’s noisy in a hideout and she needs to go to bed. toga is a morning person. literally everybody in the league is not, so they hate her for it, but it’s not her fault they stay till like 4 in the night. 
- her room is second cleanest of all members, first one being kurogiri’s room.
- is very athlethic. one of the most physically strong members of the league, even if it doesn’t look like it. not only is she flexible, she also has great stamina.
- toga hates coffee. not a fan of tea either, but coffee is like her personal enemy. she hates the taste of it with passion, and she finds the smell sickening. repeats often how unhealthy it is, usually to dabi or compress, who consume it in a truly unhealthy amount, so she’s kinda right. she likes juices though, pomegrante one is her favourite.
- she’s not at all bubbly and optimistic. quite the opposite: she’s very calculated, realistic and vindictive. if you do something bad to her, she’ll wait until it’s just the right time to get her revenge. she’s like that because her life on the streets before league was not easy to say the least. she had pretty bad childhood and she’s in her teens now. it’s not that she only pretends to be that smiley happy girl. she now often is happy. she wants to smile not because of the excitement or to intimidate somebody, but because she kind of really wants to.
- she can make injections. it’s sort of obvious, but she’s really the best when someone needs some meds for a fever. compress can do them too, any of them can if needed, but she’s just the quickest and does them painlessly. she’s also good in medicating others. like she knows a lot, and it’s usually her who takes care of a sick member.
- very patient. to an enormous degree. because of her past on the streets, when she needed to be as cool headed as possible, she stays calm even when others are freaking out or want to go berserk. she needs a lot to get truly angry. so if she gets angry, there’s no way to escape. there will be blооd, and she doesn’t care if it’s midorya, stain or even shigaraki himself. like, don’t piss her off. just don’t.
- her love languages are gift giving and quality time. she likes to make small gifts and hand them to members for no reason. she can also like just sit near somebody silently and it won’t feel awkward. she has very calming presence and she likes to spend her time with her loved ones. she bonds through doing little stupid thing, like painting shigaraki’s nails or reading to twice. it’s very meaningful to her.
- she plays guitar. she’s very good at it actually, but she thinks she has no voice, and is very shy to sing. she can do even the most complicated chords, because of the constant training. together with dabi they work very well, with him singing and her accompanying. 
- despite her young age, she was kurogiri’s right hand, when he was still with the league and in charge. she’s that dependable and organized. shigaraki values her opinions on missions a lot too.
- hates flowers. not great with plants, everything dies slowly and painfully. animals are scared of her too. she always says it doesn’t offend her. it does.
- she’s surprisingly not touchy, at all. if you try to hug her, she’ll probably dodge and will ghost you for the rest of the day. she has huge trust issues, even though they might be not so obvious. you need to be her friend for her to trust you fully. she’s fine with hugging lov members or dreaming about hugging izuku or ochako. otherwise, she doesn’t like it. don’t touch her.
twice
- that one “movie nights!” enthusiast. literally everybody except him hate those stupid movies, pointing even the smallest mistakes (dabi) whining about how it’s all a lie (spinner) or just straight up leaving (shigaraki). toga, hawks and compress are the ones who usually stay.
- enjoys going out, but does not drink, ever. dabi, toga and shigaraki know why and never press. that one time when he relapsed was right after magne’s death, and he was not a fan. so they even help him when he thinks he wants to. they’re usually near to stop him.
- you can’t gaslight him because his memory span is as long as of a goldfish. he’ll agree with anything. he has low expectations of himself anyway. 
- wants to learn how to play drums. he sort of does, using his doubles, but the result is disasterous. sometimes he jokes they could form a band, consisting of toga, compress and dabi, and this being their sort of lawful life. literally nobody laughs.
- after his fuck-up with overhaul he asked shigaraki to dust his body if he dies. it’s sort of his last wish, to be close to those who he loved.
- he hates the cold weather and rains and such. he’s suffering from migraines, since they depend highly on weather. he’s not available on those days. 
- likes to hear shigaraki or toga read to him. he actually has huge problems with reading, it’s just hard for him. he also likes to listen to their voices. it relaxes him.
- every one of them has nightmares, but his are arguably the worst, because he has troubles with distinguishing them from reality. few times he attacked shigaraki and dabi, because he thought he was still dreaming and they wanted to erase him. he’s very afraid they all hate him (they do not) so it translates straight into his nightmares.
- because of his doubles, he’s usually the one who cleans the whole hideout, under dabi’s command.
- he never was on a date. unlike others, he sort of wants to. he wants this parts of “normal” life he never had. it stings, that there were never a person that truly liked him for being him. he’s very afraid of being alone and dying alone. 
- his favourite people to spend time with are toga and hawks. separately, because toga does not like hawks, even though she hides it very well. 
spinner
- he can understand english and even speak a bit, because of how many games he played. his vocabulary is rather poor. and from 2000s.
- doesn’t believe in medicine in his department. he thinks because of his lizard quirk his body should be able to heal on it’s own. in reality, it’s just his one huge insecurity, being that he was told not only his quirck is useless, but he’s also ugly. he pisses toga off to no end with this, not letting her checking on him. he really wants to be as cool and edgy as dabi and shigaraki, so he does this sort of thing.
- he adores warmth, so he’d be near dabi’s side constantly, if not for his death wishes. so he stole a heater and is still pissed about it.
- literally every one of them except dabi stole that heater from his room at least once.
- he’s the best with any electronic devices. he can repair anything with a fork. if you ask him how he did that, he won’t answer. he himself doesn’t know. it just kinda works.
- he can smell with his tongue.
- if he’s not in his room, he’s probably in shigaraki’s room. if he’s not in shigaraki’s room, he’s on a hunch for new games to play wih shigaraki. he spends most of his time in his room, even though they like different kinds of games they always play together.
- his room is second messiest, next to shigaraki’s room. kurogiri often told them to clean it. they didn’t listen. then it's dabi’s turn, and after he’d almost burned their shit alltogether, they usually clean together too.
- he can live with no water bc of his lizard anatomy. well, he still needs it, it’s just that unlike others he can go without it for months while being completely fine. 
- he dislikes music in itself, it’s too hard on his ears. he likes the singing parts tho.
- he is kinda the cook of the group, so no surprise he knows who loves what. he knows about the allergies too. he tries his best, but they hate his dishes anyway. when he says and he’s done, do yourselves, they start to whine. it’s hilarious. 
- he too asked shigaraki to dust his body if he dies. shigaraki is honestly so done with them by this point.
- he can sort of breath under water. he likes water and sand and summer in general. he also swims very fast, like very.
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Omg I absolutly adore your writing!! May I request a little something? My bday is coming up in two weeks. Our beloved Crusty boy wirh an S/O whos bday comes up? They are the type who knows each bday and gifts everyone something but they do not celebrate their bday cuz they are not used to other caring about their bday? Maybe Shiggy who maks it a goal for the LoV to prepare something small for them?
👻-anon
Of course! Happy early birthday!
Shigaraki would absolutely make the league celebrate your birthday. You gave them so much love and gifts on their birthdays, yet you never even mentioned yours. Nobody even knew your birthday until Tomura found it marked on your calendar while playing games on your phone.
He told everyone in the league that they needed to pay you back for all your kindness and that they were going to set up a little surprise party.
///// The day of the party
Tomura kept you distracted by playing video games with you.
Toga went out to steal buy supplies.
Magne baked the cake.
Dabi was given the list of presents so he could go steal buy them.
Kurogiri watched over everyone to make sure nobody was being stupid.
Mr. Compress put the presents in gift bags.
Spinner made sure that Shigaraki was keeping you entertained enough.
When everything was ready, Spinner texted Tomura to let him know to come out.
“Let’s get something to eat, c’mon,” Tomura said as he started walking you to the door. As you opened it…
“Happy Birthday!”
You were so surprised. You hadn’t told them it was your birthday. “How did you know?” you asked. Everyone pointed to Shigaraki.
“You’re so stupid,” you flicked him on his forehead.
For the first time in years, you had a good birthday. “Thank you, Tomura.”
“Anything for you,” he smiled.
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blurbios · 1 year
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League of Villains' Doting S/O
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synopsis: little stories about how you show love for your partner and how they react.
Shigaraki
Dabi: part 1, part 2
Compress
Spinner
Twice
Toga
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a/n: this is my first little series, initially intended it to be a short one off post, but expanded upon it in editing (somehow went from under 1k words to almost 3.5k geez) ! i have many more ideas to come in the near future, but any and all comments or requests are welcomed!! thank you x
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wastingstarsss · 10 months
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Just had a whole realisation about rumple and dust and idk if the writers MEANT for it to have a significant impact on his character YET HERE I AM.
So we all know the infamous “I will truly, truly become dust” line about Bae being drafted in the war. And what happens? He loses Bae. Now bear in mind- this is ultimately because of magic and what has magic done to rumple? Made him the dark one- and you could argue his skin looks like dust.
Moving forward to Belle who Rumple brings to the castle cause “the place was filthy”, a lousy excuse for company but it’s probably true in that all his relics collected dust cause why would rumple spend his time cleaning them? He had thousands. So belle was his maid, and with the castle she cleaned him too. She kissed him, the dust cleared away and he started to become ‘a man’ again. But then he pushes her away and the mask of the monster- that dust- is back. AND THEN when Weaver kills the dark one, the dark one literally becomes dust!!! And AND think of the implications of dust. It’s just dead stuff. Rumple views himself as a dead thing without Belle and Baelfire.
And of course we can’t forget the implications of pixie dust- fairy magic which does *not* work with what Rumple is. He could’ve been good dust- light magic. A saviour. But instead due to twisted fate he became the dark one. The dead thing he thought he was.
Plus also his whole thing with Cora who becomes the queen of hearts. And what does she do? Collect hearts, yes, but the whole thing about hearts in the show is crushing them to dust. Her dynamic with Rumple was just another link to dark dust, And in teaching Regina, her breakthrough with dark magic is crushing hearts to dust
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All magic comes with a price indeed, you turned yourself into the very thing you had convinced yourself you were.
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tenkomura · 3 months
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If I write High school band au where tomura has to join a club and becomes the band's sound guy, will you not make fun of my music choice?
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mossy-opal · 11 months
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Pedigree
Shuichi Iguchi x Reader
Warnings: Pet-Play, Dominant Reader, Double Penetration, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Murder, Safe Word Usage, Alcohol Consumption, Hints at Manipulation, Hints at Misogyny (?)
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You figured this marriage would be the best thing to have ever happened to you. He was older than you, smarter than you, richer than you could ever imagine, and he loved you so much. He spoiled you endlessly, gifting you lavish gifts and expensive clothes and other items, you never had to clean the house or even cook him dinner, you were living in the lap of luxury! You knew when you got into this relationship that he was a busy man, running his business and going on business trips, doing what he needed to, so you never asked questions.
You loved your husband so much, he was a good man.
You were married for almost ten years together, and despite how many times you two tried, you could never get pregnant. He never blamed you for it, never got mad about it, if anything he seemed thankful. After all, that gave him plenty more time to focus on his job.
You loved your husband, truly you did, but there was one thing you didn’t put up with.
Your mother had gotten ill, so you needed to go off to see how she was, to see if there was anything you could do to help, or if you needed to send her off. Once your decision was made, and the funeral had gone on easily, you were finally able to return home to your loving husband and his open arms.
Apparently, his arms were too open, because you found him in bed with his secretary and accountant.
If only he had talked to you.
If only he had told you the truth.
If only he had changed his will before having that heart attack and drowning in the pool.
You were crying for days when he died, crying when you spoke to the police, crying when you had to put him in the ground, crying when you fired the accountant and secretary he stuck his dick in, crying when you had to sell your share of his company, and crying when you went to bed.
Now you were a widow, with newfound fortune and no family to share it with.
You were lonely.
But it could’ve been worse.
The police questioned how you got over your husband's death so quickly, and you rolled your eyes, explaining you were in the process of divorce before he passed away. You explained his extracurricular activities with other women, and they in turn questioned you about the money. You rolled your eyes again and explained you could give two fucks about the money, wanting to be rid of it more than anything. You were telling the truth too, having donated many of your newfound funds into homeless shelters, foster systems, local libraries and so on. You didn’t want anything to do with that man, you explained, having instead moved into a small little home for yourself and selling off everything he had previously owned. Of course you were suspect number one, but the police were far too dumb to catch on to anything, and you were much smarter than a simple vexed housewife.
Did you kill him?
… Well it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, but no one needed to know that.
But the fact of the matter still stood. You were lonely. Loneliness snuck up on you, afterall you never anticipated feeling this way, especially after getting away with something scott free. You were lonely after your grandparents died, but you still had your parents.
You were lonely after your father died, but you had your mother. You were lonely after your mother died… You wished things could've been different. When did it all go wrong? When you got older? When you couldn't bear his children? You couldn't guess, and frankly you didn't care anymore. Why would you care about the thoughts of an old fool like him, anyway? You had better things to do. You could paint, work in your garden, visit places and people at your leisure.
But none of it soothed that aching loneliness…
So, you tried dating. You were still young, confident in yourself, and you knew you could wrangle any man you could ever want! So… You refused to believe anything was wrong with you when men would avoid you, swipe over you, choose someone younger rather than someone their age. It was frustrating, but there was always one more option…
No… Not that one… Too many muscles… Far too young for your taste… A bit too expensive… Oh that's just obscene-
This site wasn't one you'd ever expect yourself to be on, but you had money and time to spend on someone else. Besides, it was better to hire someone rather than just sit alone in your home, right?
There was one young man who was damn near a decade younger than you- But you weren't that… Opposed to him. He had great reviews from everyone, sans some creeps complaining that he wouldn't act like an animal no matter how much money they put on the line. What you gathered from that was he had dignity, and you liked that.
So you hired him.
Truth be told, no matter how confident you were, you were still terribly nervous. Days went by where you meticulously cleaned your home, putting everything in its proper place. You paced and double checked yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay, maybe too old? Not old enough? What were you even doing, maybe you could still cancel-
There was a knock on your door and you jumped, quickly moving to answer it. He was taller than you anticipated, and far better looking in real life than on your tiny little screen.
Shuichi Iguchi was in your doorway, the male escort you hired to… Simply spend time with you.
He looked familiar, but you couldn't be bothered to put your thumb on it, welcoming him in and offering him a drink.
Shuichi was very thankful you didn't ask questions, or make a comment about any of his affiliations with the League. He was also pleasantly surprised you were rather young, and really attractive too. Maybe this time he'd actually enjoy himself. Coming into your home he made himself comfortable, telling you exactly how he liked his tea, and being cordial with you while you sat with him. However, he noticed your nervousness while the two of you sat in silence, the clock ticking in the background.
"... Are you alright?"
You jumped, "Ah- y-yes uhm I'm just a bit…. Nervous, is all I'm not really- I-I've never-"
He caught on, "Oh, really? A pretty thing like you? I-I'm sorry, that's just hard for me to believe…."
You blushed and nodded, laughing at his compliments. "Yes, I'm afraid I'm new to this whole exchange… I just lost my husband you see and I'm a bit lonely-"
"Oh wow I'm sorry-"
"He was a cheating bastard, don't waste your breath on him."
Shuichi shut up with that, nodding. You smiled again, immediately changing the subject.
"Sooooo, Shuichi, what is it that you do?"
"Uh well, mostly this…" He hesitated mentioning the League, but caught himself. "I also play video games…"
"Oh fun! I used to play some, but I haven't played any in quite some time though…"
"Cool… What about you..?"
"I spend most of my time doing small things and donating, charitable work, things to help others. But even then I've grown lonely…"
Shuichi hummed, "So why not get into dating? Why this?"
You laughed shortly, "I tried, but I'm out of the age range for most men my age… Ugh, and look at me, doing exactly what they are…"
Shuichi took your hand, his was far colder than your own, "You're not really, I can promise you that. We're just talking, and it's not like I'm a dumb kid, I know what I like n' all that. You're not taking advantage of me, so don't even think about it, alright?"
You held onto his hand and gave him a squeeze, nodding your head, "I appreciate the reassurance… To make myself feel better, may I ask something…?"
"Sure thing, you can ask anything."
You hesitated, blushing. Here it comes.
"Is it alright if we just talk, for now…?"
Oh, that… Was not what Shuichi expected. He expected something far more profane. Perhaps something dirty, or even gross, but not this.
It was cute, wholesome even.
"Sure thing…"
Visits were often like that, and he was thankful you lived so far away from anyone. He didn't have to hide his face with you, and never expected you to do anything odd. The two of you got to know each other, watched movies together, and the most you've done was cuddle him at night. Shuichi was never opposed, you were soft and warm, the world was cold and hard, he could get used to this.
He even thought it was funny when you would smack talk your old husband. The man sounded like the person you were afraid to become, going after people far younger than yourself and manipulating them, making them your little play things rather than your partner. Every time that happened, Shuichi reassured you that you were nothing like that, even if you paid him for his time, he could deny you at any point, and he knew you would never push anything uncomfortable on him, unlike others. Many others.
Hell, even when you were drunk you didn’t push anything onto him. But, he did learn plenty of new things about you. Things you were far too bashful to talk about without intoxication.
“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… He didn’t want you to-”
“Ever be in control! I could n-never make suggestions, use toys, or even- *hic* Eve-even tell him which hole to use!”
Shuichi laughed, “And he slept with other women? Ha, no wonder he liked 'em young…”
“He was terrible too- He only ever lasted ten minutes!”
You took another sip of your third glass of wine, Shuichi barely drinking from his first. “So, what would you have done, if given the chance?”
You cooed at that, your bright red face somehow turning even redder.
“Oooh, the things I would have done… I wanted to tie him up and torture him until he was begging for it- P-put a collar on him too- Wanted to mark him like mine-”
You muttered something about it not working, but Shuichi was too preoccupied with your confession of wanting such dominance over him. Your husband was a lucky man, why would he waste such an opportunity to submit?
“Yeah, I wanted to do so much with him, try using vibes and cock rings, wanted to try out shibari with em- *hic* W-wanted to make him my pet, y’know? But nooooooo, I don’t know what I want- Bas- *hic*- Ugh… Bastard…”
Shuichi was glad you were inebriated, you wouldn’t notice the red on his face or the tent in his pants.
He’d admit it was a little embarrassing, being used to something very similar, and yet completely the opposite. He was used to being a call-boy, an escort, a sugar baby. He was used to freaks asking him to act like a lizard. He was used to older women asking him to absolutely desecrate them- Men too. It never really bothered him, after all they pay for what they want, and if they want a dominant then he would be that for them. But really, he wanted someone to take control.
He wanted someone to take the reins and treat him like a pet- Like what you wanted to do. Was the idea extremely arousing? Yes, and unfortunately there was nothing he could currently do about it, and he half-expected you to not remember a damn thing tomorrow. So, despite his obvious attraction to you and his raging hard-on, he would be good.
For now.
He decided to call it there for the night, for the both of you, when you started talking nonsense about drowning your husband and hoping he rots in hell. He got you some water, set aside some pain killers for the morning, and he was about to leave you be.
Well, until you grabbed his hand and pulled him back slightly.
“Shuichiiiii… Staaaay… ‘Wanna cuddle…”
He blushed again, still half-mast. “Ah- I don’t think that’s wise-”
“Mmm- Promise I’ll be good… Don’wanna be ‘lone r’now…”
Your words were slurring even more as you started dozing off, and he relented. Crawling into bed next to you, he was sure to keep a good amount of distance, as to not… Alert you. But, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your back.
“G’night Shu… Ichi….”
He smiled into your back, “G’night…”
The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache, as expected. You never really were one to hold your alcohol well-
You groaned when you remembered what happened last night, feeling your face flush as you held your head in your hands. You were ashamed of yourself, having spewed your guts to him like that- Oh fuck, you told him about your husband! You told him about your husband's death! Throwing yourself out of bed, you ran to the kitchen area and saw Shuichi eating some cereal, he was stopped right in the middle of taking a bite.
“Uuuh, good morning? You alright?”
The cops weren’t here yet, maybe he wanted to blackmail you.
“Y-yes I’m fine uhm… W-what are you doing?”
He looked to the side and motioned to his spoonful of cereal, “Eating, why?”
You gulped, looking at the phone in his hands and back to him.
Tackling him down to the ground you yanked the phone out of his hands, ignoring his pleads as you got off of him quickly and held it away from him.
“What the hells gotten into you!? Give me back my phone!”
“Not until you tell me what you plan to do!”
“I wanted to eat breakfast! Is that so bad!?”
You played ring-around-the-rosie with him around your coffee-table, before he jumped over it and tackled you. You squealed, trying to wiggle your way out from under him before he snatched his phone back from you, before pinning you to the ground.
“What has gotten in to you!?”
You huffed, still wiggling, “L-let me go! I have to get out of here-”
“Why!?”
“Because I told you!”
Shuichi was confused, letting you go and sitting up, still pinning you by the waist. “Told me what!? Your kinks!?”
You flushed, “N-no! Not that…!”
“Then what the hell are you-”
It suddenly clicked in his head what you were talking about. It wasn’t nonsense what you were talking about last night, it was the truth. You paled when you saw his realisation and started wiggling even more, before he pinned you again.
“I’m a villain.”
His sudden outburst made you stop. You looked at him and scoffed, “No you’re not…”
“I am, my villain name is Spinner, I’m a part of the League of Villains…”
You were silent and he went on, “I needed extra money, so I picked up a side gig… The kind of thing I do isn’t exactly legal, but because people are desperate, they usually keep quiet… So I wouldn’t tell the cops anyway, even if I believed you.”
You scoffed, “You still don’t believe me?”
“Not fuckin’ really, you don’t take me for a murderer in the slightest…”
You rolled your eyes and wiggled again, “Could we get up now…? I’ll tell you everything, I just… I need to take those pain meds too…”
Shuichi sighed and got off of you, helping you up and getting you the pain meds he originally expected you to take immediately after waking up. From there, you told him your story, your method, how you didn’t even feel anything when you did it too… He told you a few stories about himself, and the two of you sat there. Shuichi’s cereal was long forgotten, and you were poking at your water.
“So… About your kinks-”
“Shuichi!”
He flushed, “Sorry sorry, I just thought it’d be a good topic to talk about! Especially since you’re sober now and can probably remember a lot more.”
That got you interested, but you felt like teasing. “Why would you be interested in something like that? Naughty…”
He flushed a bit and chuckled, “Ha, uh… W-well I’m just curious, that’s all…”
You caught on suddenly, and it made you flush, “Shuichi, you know we don’t have to do anything, right…?”
“I-I know I mean…” This usually wasn’t as hard to do, or initiate, so why was he struggling now?
“Shuichi, maybe we should wait for that, don’t you think?”
You touched his arm and smiled softly at him, and he couldn't help but think about your hands. The hands that ruthlessly held your husband under water, were holding him so gently. Why was that thought so attractive to him?
“Y-yea sure uh… W-well, will you ask for me again soon?”
You smirked and he felt his dick twitch at the sight. “Maybe, darling. Now go on, I’m certain you have things to tend to.”
Shuichi nodded and after making sure you were alright, and reassuring you once again he was a villain (he showed you a picture of the Tomura Shigaraki sleeping- He snores apparently), he left. You waved him off as you always do, and smiled softly at him. He had his secrets, and you had yours. But, you found solace in each other, and shared your secrets with one another. It was… A soothing thought.
But now that those revelations had come to pass, you had to make preparations. You got online immediately and started spending hundreds on new toys that you’ve always wanted to try, and after reading up and studying plenty, you were finally ready to call upon your new pet.
Shuichi hadn’t taken any new clients since that night and morning. He didn’t think he could get it up for anyone else anymore, after all, you were his dream come true. You were older than him, sure, but you were so fucking attractive, and you paid him well, and you never pushed anything onto him and- Ugh, he was in deep.
It could prove to be a problem if he didn’t get it taken care of, but when he heard that ding on his phone, and he saw it was a transaction from you, he nearly tripped over his own feet getting himself together to leave. He wasn’t sure if he should bring anything or expect anything, but he couldn’t lie about not being excited. He had to adjust himself multiple times to not alert any stander-byes about his current very hard problem.
Don’t get too excited.
Don’t get in over your head.
Don’t rush.
All things he tried to tell himself as he arrived at your home, rather quickly. He knocked on your door erratically, alerting you that he was finally here. You gave yourself one more look over and smirked. You hadn’t felt this good since your wedding night, dressed in your finest nightwear, a sheer robe, just enough makeup to accent your eyes. You got to the door and opened it slowly, and you smirked at what you saw.
What Shuichi saw almost made him cream his pants. Sure, he was bigger than you and stronger than you, and he’s killed plenty more people than you, but you still looked like a predator, and he was your prey. You looked at him with sharp eyes and a smirk, and you looked hot.
“I uh… I-I got your t-transaction…”
You nodded, “And you came running, huh?”
Shuichi nodded with a gulp, his face flushing even darker. You let him in and allowed him to get comfortable, before you brought him to your room. You even lit candles- Fuck he was done for. You sat on the foot of your bed and patted the seat next to you, but Shuichi wanted you to know exactly what he wanted. With an embarrassed blush, he got on his hands and knees, and crawled over to you. Putting his head in your lap, and looking up at you with pathetic eyes. Your eyes were slightly widened, before you smiled down at him with an almost loving gaze.
“Tell me what you want, pet… And tell me what you don’t want…”
Shuichi whimpered and you could feel yourself get even more excited. “I… I want you to take control of me… T-to own me… I want you t-to take care of me a-and I… I wanna be good for you…”
You cooed at him and he felt his heart speed up. “And what lines shouldn't I not cross dear?”
He blushed even darker, “U-uhm… I-I don’t really feel comfortable with a-anal… N-not yet…”
You nodded and pet his hair, “Good boy… Now do me a favour, okay? Tell me if you have a safe word, alright~?”
“Y-yea ‘c-course uhm… M-my safeword has always been Leopard…”
“Thank you. Now, darling, is there anything else I need to know~?”
Shuichi shook his head and mumbled a soft, “No.”
“Alright then, now, be a good boy and strip for me, ‘kay~?”
Shuichi sputtered as he got up and nodded, taking off his clothes, rather quickly. He was excited, what could he say? Getting his pants off was difficult, to say the least. But, he knew you wouldn’t be disappointed, nobody ever was. That was one of, if not the only reason he was as popular as he was before he met you. He was “blessed” with more gecko-qualities than he’d like to admit.
When you saw him, you were surprised, and slightly worried. Would you be able to fit both? Your husband was only nearly half his size, and despite one of his dicks being smaller than the other, they both still had a lot of girth. Shuichi noticed your staring and he blushed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“W-we don’t have to-”
“No, it's fine. This is what they invented lube for anyway. Now, come here~”
He looked back up at you and saw you holding your arms open for him, and he walked over to you slowly.
“Kneel~”
He did as you told him, keeping his head down, before you lifted his chin, “Look at me, baby~”
When he did, he felt something around his neck, and his eyes widened when he finally heard the metal clinking. You got him a collar, and it had his name, and your name on it. He looked at you in shock, and you were about to ask if that was alright, before he clung onto you, nuzzling into your waist, muttering his praise and pleading for you.
You smiled sweetly down to him.
Your husband would never.
“I’m glad you like your present baby, but we haven’t even begun yet. Get comfortable on the bed, okay~?”
He nodded and did as you told him, laying down on the bed and breathing in your scent, the pillows surrounding him as he laid there. You lifted yourself onto the bed, clicking something onto his collar.
He wanted to squeal when he saw the leash, but only moaned when he felt you rub yourself against him. You flushed, pleased to know he was already so ready for you. But, you wanted to go slow. It had been almost a whole year since your last time having sex, and you needed time to get used to him. Leaning over and grabbing the lube, Shuichi looked at you in anticipation. Slowly you dribbled some lube down his dicks, making him whine. Tossing the bottle to the side, you almost immediately started slowly pushing him in.
“H-haaooh f-fuck~!”
You smirked at his reaction to you, but stopped at about halfway, when you felt his second dick twitch outside of you. He whined again, his hips moving on their own before you tugged the leash.
“Ah ah, no… I need to ready myself for you baby, you need to be good, and patient, alright~?”
“B-but- Mmm~ F-feels good~”
You cooed almost mockingly at him and he felt himself buck at that, making you tug even harder at the leash, your other hand steadying his hips.
“I know it feels good baby, but patience is rewarded~”
He whimpered yet again, but nodded. You nodded as well, fucking yourself on his larger dick, slowly, making him moan with every little movement. It was torture for Shuichi, but he swore to himself he’d be good- He would, he’d be good for you, he had to be…
It felt like it took ages for your speed to pick up, and your moaning was something he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Music to his ears, a song for his soul, and he wanted it to never fucking end.
But when you stopped and he whined again, you tutted at him, as you moved your other hand to press his other dick at your entrance.
“O-ooh f-fuck b-be c-carefu~Uuuhh~!!”
When you pressed him in to you, he threw his head back, moaning out your name like a prayer. He was huffing, his hands finding purchase on your hips while you slowly sank down further on to him.
Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t-
“F-fuck! N-no-no!! Leopard- Fuck~!”
You jolted when you felt him cum inside you, moaning yourself and gasping at the feeling. This was something completely new to you, and when he said his safe word, you tried pulling off of him- But he stopped you.
“S-Shuichi y-you said-”
“M’sorry I just- Aah…. F-fuck… I’m so-sorry….”
You immediately knew he was embarrassed when he shut his eyes tight, shoving his face in the pillows next to him. You cooed, your grip on his leash loose as you leaned forward, still with his dicks inside of you, making him moan at the slight stimulation.
“Shuichi darling it’s okay…”
“B-but you didn’t-”
“I didn't say we had to stop honey, you did~”
He flushed at that and gulped, whining softly when he was reminded of the collar around his throat.
“O-okay uhm… I-I take it back…?”
You chuckled softly, “What was that sweetheart? You take back what?”
“M-my safe word I-I take it b-back… Mmm- P-please move..?”
You smiled softly and nodded, “Of course baby~”
With that, you slowly lifted yourself, before fucking down on him, making him almost squeal. His moan was so loud, and he could swear this was the best he’d ever had. Anyone else before you seemed… Used to it. Used to double penetration. But not you, you were so- Tight and warm, and now you were full of him in so many ways, it made him want to cry how heavenly you felt, wrapped around him like this. Your hips moved painfully slowly, bucking your hips and moaning at the feeling. You were slow, sensual, and you couldn’t last much longer.
With a short gasp and a shudder, you came on him, making him cry out and whine.
"Fuck fuck fu-fuuuugghh~" Shuichi cried out, groaning in absolute pleasure.
You moaned softly as you pulled him out of you, slowly. Yanking his leash again, he tiredly looked down and moaned when he saw your combined juices dripping out of you and onto the sheets.
"Holy… W-wow I…. Ha…"
"How was that, my pet~?"
He shuddered at the name and nodded, "G-good- Really fucking good… Uh… I-I don't think I'll ever recover ha…"
You giggled, "Oh? Care to elaborate dear?"
You leaned to take the collar and leash off, but he stopped you. "I mean, I'm not… I-I'm not taking anymore clients… I-I want to be exclusive…. Exclusively y-y-yours… Your... Your pet..."
Your eyes widened at that, but you quickly smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that~"
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mamayan · 8 months
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Heyyy okay so I made sure to reread your rules and I need to know your rules on Spinner with a gf that has big thighs and a bit of a belly
Bc me personally I think hes so handsy (during sex) especially with a chubby partner I can literally FEEL his scaly hands n claws grabbing at my belly rn oml
I think in missionary he'll grab your belly and roll it in his hands like how cats do with fabrics and stuff and he starts DROOLING bc of how soft your tummy is im
I hope this is alright since its all positive but if it isnt just delete the ask :D
This is 100% body positive and I’m here for it!♥️
Tag List: @sharpcheddarcheese (for Spinner!)
I think you mean Spinner’s rules, which are and will always be sit on his face. All the way, he’s a big strong villain and while he’s not a man you wanna bring home to your family, he’s a man you wanna make have a home, with you specifically.
His skin is hard and scaly, his muscles tough, he’s always a cool to the touch. He would adore being blessed to touch and hold you, to grip your hips and feel your skin spill through his fingers and fill him with warmth while he fills you. However you let him take you, he’s worshiping every inch he can lick, grab, pull, squeeze. He’s honestly just amazed someone is letting him touch them, let alone love them so intimately. He’s touch starved to the extreme, so once you let him loose, prepare yourself.
He’s vocal. A little stuttered and whiny because he’s just overwhelmed with affection and lust for you, grabbing and grinding into you so desperately and needy. Your belly, your thighs, your chest, your ass, your neck, will have have signs of his presence when he’s done with you which he isn’t.
He’s telling you how you make him feel, because he’s so pussy drunk off you that he’s blabbing every little praise he’s bottled up inside, too embarrassed before to say it.
“So fucking soft- ah! ngh, need to see you, see your pretty face while I, oh fuckkk” He’s quick to cum but can you blame him? With how you look beneath him, taking his cocks so perfectly?
“You’re so perfect, fuck, so perfect” his eyes are nearly rolled back in his skull when he’s inside you, “Squeezing me so good, wanna fill you with both.” Because he does. If you’re willing he’s more than happy to do all the work, all the prep, stretch you with toys and make it so blindly pleasurable you want both cocks at once. “F-feels so good inside!”
His face may look to be in pain, but please rest assured this man is in heaven. Of course he’s working to make sure you finish before him, but it’s damn hard with the way you stretch to fit him, and he’s not easy to take with just one of his cocks. He’s melting in pleasure while holding you, panting and drooling because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time. He’s messy trying to rub circles on your clit while bucking into you, and he’d have cut a couple claws to avoid hurting you if you two ever did become intimate.
When you do cum, he’s rabid. Mindless because finally he can finish too and it’s become painful edging himself like this, scaled fingers digging into your soft flesh of your waist and stomach while he batters into you with no rhythm. He’s making up for it with enthusiasm and sheer power though, drilling you stupid and silly while going crazy himself.
If you beg him to cum inside, he’s filling you up and overflowing you while his free cock either shoots over the both of you or sprays beneath you against your ass and the sheets. If you ask him to cum outside, he’s aiming for your stomach and your chest, because his instinct to mark you is terribly strong.
He’ll need recharge time after you two finish, and it’ll hurt his feelings if you try and move even an inch without his help. He’s doing as much as you’ll allow him to do, run you a bath, bring you water/food, hold you, slide his long fucking tongue inside you to dig out his own cum. He just wants you to feel as loved as he does with you, to make sure you know how grateful and appreciative he is to have you in his life.
He knows he’s not the most comfortable to snuggle with, so he’s on board with getting your soft blankets and the like, and burrito style wrapping you up to hold against him. You’re like his own personal little heater, so soft and sweet. He likes being the big spoon the most, but will happily lay his head on your chest, stomach, thighs, if you let him.
He secretly fantasizes about you two having had normal lives and childhoods, and being in high school and dating. Having a study date at each other’s houses, and you offering him your lap as a pillow while petting his hair and telling him how handsome and wonderful he is.
Spinner just loves you, however you are and just as is. He’s the most aware of what society’s standards of beauty does to people, and he’s the least judgmental and most supportive individual you’ll meet. You drive him crazy in general, but he’ll never complain getting to hold your soft, warm, sweet body against his own. Never.
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