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experthiese · 5 months

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@zenigatakeibu asked: "there's good in you, lupin." zenigata's voice, soft yet stern, presses oh-so-tenderly against the back of lupin's head. he has the thief in his arms, and there in the moonlight they sway, like the lovers they are. "i know there is. i've seen it. i've felt it. you aren't the lost cause you think you are... and i'll remind you of that every damn day if i have to."

Lupin makes a sound like he's been punched. He finds himself suddenly very grateful for the positions this embrace keeps them in, for it means Zenigata can't see the pained expression on his face, the way he struggles to swallow past the sudden thickness in his throat. It means he can continue to sway with the night's breeze, trying his hardest to ignore how the open love feels like a knife slotting itself between his ribs.

He'd fled, the first time this had happened. The first time Lupin had looked into those eyes and seen something a little too close to trust, he'd panicked. Holed himself up in some shitty bar in the ass end of nowhere, the jukebox fizzing with sparks and men passed out gracelessly on what few tables there were. It hadn't mattered. He'd sped his way through a couple bottles of cheap beer until he'd stopped feeling like he wanted to crack the glass in his hand and bleed all over the countertop. Then he'd downed a couple more bottles, just to be sure.

The second time, he'd found himself reaching for his gun before he'd known what he was doing. It was a gut reaction, he'd reasoned. He'd been... caught off-guard by the sincerity behind those words. Frightened. He'd ripped off his holster and kicked it away before he could do anything stupid, pacing like a wild animal caught in a too-small enclosure. The tip of his thumb had found its way between his lips and he'd bitten down, hard enough that his thoughts were drowned out by the white-hot pain of his teeth sinking into flesh.

The third time he'd gone mute, shaking hard enough to make his teeth chatter. The thin motel blanket had been tugged around and over him like a cocoon, a petulant attempt to hide from what was happening outside of it even as the fabric wore thin enough to hide nothing. Zenigata's hand had found his hip, big and warm and rubbing soothing circles into it, and he'd stiffened as he fought to lean into it or jolt away. He'd done neither in the end. There he'd stayed, motionless, until the lamp on the bedside table was switched off and plunged the room into darkness.

Now, Lupin does none of those things. He simply sways and keeps his hands clutched tight to Zenigata's, pulling them closer around himself. His eyes are wetter than usual and his brows are still pinched into an expression of astute pain, but it's nothing he can't hide. One of the inspector's hands is brought up, close enough for his breath to ghost over it, and he prays his exhalations are steady. A single, shaky breath would be enough to betray just how close he is to falling apart for a fourth time.

A kiss is pressed to the back of the hand, gentle and soft and everything Lupin's not. It's an apology, perhaps.

An apology for deceiving him like this; for fooling someone so genuine and kindhearted into seeing good where there is none. An apology for the harm he's already caused, the lives he's torn apart and those he's taken. An apology for the harm he will cause, back when the game is on or the stakes are high or he's just caught in a particularly bad day.

An apology for keeping him, regardless. For being selfish and cruel and entirely undeserving of these words, yet refusing to allow anyone else to be their target.

Lupin doesn't deserve him.

Lupin will never let him go.

❝ ...Keep at it, Pops. Maybe one day you'll manage to convince me. ❞

#▸ answered #▸ in character #▸ connections; zenigatakeibu

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siimjaeyun · 3 years

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blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat.

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street.

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city.

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home.

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks.

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough.

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag.

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in.

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table.

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top.

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box.

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside.

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you.

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends.

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends.

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions.

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm.

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #enhypen riki #enhypen jay

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 11

Silent scream

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets shut up

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Fuck you." I snapped, mustering all the saliva I could before spitting it at his face. He flinched back when it splattered over his cheek, his fingers swiping through the spittle before he was shaking it from them and standing back to his full height.

"It appears this one is never going to cooperate. If she won't give us information, why let our experimentations on her possibly...benefit the girl the the future?" The general spoke menacingly to the guards behind me. "How about way find a way to shut her up?"

My heat thudded so hard in my chest it was like someone was punching me from the inside, all air knocked from my lungs before I was being hoisted up to my feet again with two rough grips on my upper arms. My chest heaving, I coughed a ragged breath before composing myself. The glint of the silver blade in the corner of my vision sent my eyes bugging out of my skull and my mind into a flat panic.

So, I did what any rational person with my capabilities would do. I began to hum the deep melody - one a seldom sung - and a smirk crawled its way onto my now curved lips. Clearly, the general was prepared, but the two guards behind we weren't so lucky.

A desperate cry pierced my tune, harmonising with my voice as I heard the havoc I was causing. This was the first time I'd enjoyed a kill, the very first time I'd wanted to use my powers for such a horrific reason. I'd only ever used this part of my power a few times, but this was the only time I'd been fully lucid whilst doing so.

Some people want nothing more than to blow their enemies' brains out, and trust me when I tell you; It felt good.

However, luck was never on my side, and the General had come full prepared. He wasn't even affected, it must've been something to do with the funny earpiece he was wearing.

As my eyes met his, the General's face held non of the cocky, smug tones that I'd expect. No, the only word I could use to describe his old and crinkled features was pure ire, and it was directed at me.

"You conniving, vile little bitch!" He snarled, the flash of silver weeding a sense of utter and complete dread, tangled with fear inside of me, uprooting my confidence. I don't remember a lot after that, to tell you the truth. I know the blade sliced along my throat. I know everything was rained black. And that's about it.

...

Awakening with a gasp was the last thing I expected to happen. The sight of the blade risen in front of the general burned into my mind, almost as if it'd been scorned against my flesh. But here I was: awake, gasping for breath, completely surrounded by doctors I'd never seen before.

My hand instantly flew to my neck, a stinging sensation pulsing from the delicate skin. I hissed as my sweaty palm made contact with the bandage, the material corse and scratchy against my skin. As a doctor waddled over to me, needle in hand, I flailed desperately, a silent scream ripping from my throat.

Hang on a second-

Silent scream? I tried again, the shrill noise that should be tearing from me simply vanishing as it hit my throat. My eyes widened with the realisation, my bottom lip wobbling as I suddenly pieces together what had happened.

He said he'd have to shut me up, didn't he? The thought made me want to scream loudly, that the blade had touched my skin and left me with no defence.

They took away the hell they'd reigned upon me, something I'd wished I could be rid of for years, and now I was disappointed. Maybe this was their plan all along, that little voice in my head sang. The tears pricked at my eyes, which rolled back lazily as the scratch of the needle poked at my neck.

...

My calloused fingers ran over the cut tirelessly, trying to itch somewhere that I could never seem to find. I don't know how long I was sedated for, but since waking up the bleeding had stopped and there was now an offensive red line that slid horizontally across my neck.

Every time I touched it, it coaxed a wince from me, and yet that's all I seemed to do. It was like poking a bruise, I guess. The more it hurts the more you want to do it.

They'd returned me to my cell, clearly very little need for restraints against my weakened, starved and dehydrated body. I could see the flesh thinning on my arms, my ribs pressing painfully against my skin. Not only could I see the hunger, but I could feel it.

Manifesting, biting, gnawing hunger. The type that are you from inside out, devouring everything of you until the only thing you could think about was eating. Huh, I guess I was already at that stage then.

My eyes remained locked in place, glossy with the endless tears as I stared at the floor. If I really looked hard enough, the still wet blood smeared over the floors of the hallway resembled something close to strawberry jam. The thoughts of the sickly sweat substance spread over a perfectly toasted piece of bread, accompanied with a big glass of fresh orange juice and washed down by a large coffee made my mouth water. The booming rumble in my stomach made the groan, even more drawn out than expected when I remembered all I'd get to eat today: a small bread roll and a tiny glass of water.

Sadly, the sink in my cell did not contain drinking water. The liquid was so discoloured that I purposely avoided washing me hands, preferring to possible have my own germs coating my hands than whatever they were giving me. I'm not kicking you about, I genuinely think the water was filtered through a clump of fucking horse shit, mixed with fish guts and complimented with a hint of rotting fruit. If I could help it, I'd be dodging that water like the plague (if it didn't contain one already) for the rest of my life.

I'm not really sure why, but my head snapped up in surprise why the door sprang open, a single guard entering.

"The general requires your presence." He deadpanned, eyes cold as eyes and sharp as a knife as they stabbed through me. I wanted to fight back, stay glued to the spot and snap back some snarky remark, but in my current condition I almost couldn't bring myself to care where I was about to be taken, or why for that matter.

I stood without a word, silently following the man until we reached an unfamiliar metal door. I found it almost laughable, really, that they'd reduced my strength so much, that no one even considered putting me any sort of restraints anymore.

The door was pushed open with a child-like whine emitting from its rusty hinges, the metal scraping over the concrete floor painfully. The guard simply grabbed my arm before tugging me into the room, letting the door shut behind his with a hollow thunk.

"Ah, she has arrived!" The general's voice exclaimed, a deviant smile spreading over his thin lips. "And just in time to meet Mr Pierce, too." He said menacingly.

I felt embarrassed, exposed, stood before the room of men. My hair was a mess, tears streaking my reddened face, eyes puffy from crying and the only clothes a wore was a now-battered hospital gown. My eyes darted around nervously, trying to avoid the blonde man sat before me, chin resting in his palm as he surveyed me.

"Why is this one...important?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down before his eyes seemed to fixate on my neck. The scar.

"This," the general spoke, but Mr Pierce kept his eyes on me, "is Miss y/n Stark." Mr Pierce's eyes widened ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable.

"As in Tony Stark?" Pierce pondered.

"The very same." The general smirked.

"She seems awfully...quiet, for a Stark." Pierce said with almost a hint of disgust, eyes still glued to my shaking frame.

"That's because we shut her up." The general snapped, awfully harshly.

"Is that the scar? How fresh is it?" Pierce jabbed his questions, curiosity clearly becoming him in the moment.

"Indeed. Our doctors here are very good, Sir. They had her all patched up and out of bandages in just three days." The general bragged, shoulders back and head held high as if he was posing for a portrait.

"I see." Pierce mused, brows furrowed in thought. "What do you plan to do with her? Now that she can't tell you anything?"

"Oh, trust me, sir. She wasn't giving anything up either way," he paused, striding over to me and yanking my head back with a fistful of hair, my back mow pressed to his chest and his mouth at my ear, "isn't that right, sweetheart?"he clarified, and I didn't hesitate to nod my head as much as his grip would allow.

"So why isn't she dead?" Pierce gritted, seemingly annoyed. "It's not like Tony's attached to her, he never looked for her and I've never even heard him mention her."

"But then they'll keep coming. I don't want the avengers on my back, and I'm sure you don't either." Pierce hummed in agreement. "She's with them - her and that Captain America guy arrived together - so why not use her to send a message?" The general suggested.

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That's how I found myself tied up, wrists bound and gun to my head as I sat shakily in a chair in the middle of the quinjet. I had no clue how long I'd been since that day, but I do know that I had been sedated once again. The flimsy hospital gown allowed a shiver to chill me, skin forming goosebumps as I sat before the open door or the quinjet.

"You will tell them exactly as I just did. Got it?" The general pressed, pushing the gun into my head hard enough to make by head throb. Tears biting at my eyes, I nodded furiously, now determined to live with the promise of being free again. "Good. Soldat, make sure she gets back to New York without being seen, I'd hate to have to spill more blood than we intended." The general demanded, a figure rustling its way out of the shadows at the edge of the room. A gasp tore from my throat at the sight of him - clad in black leather and arm as silver as the moon. The soldier - my soldier.

But he simple stared through me, eyes blank and clouded in a coldness I'd never had directed at me from him before.

"And make sure you don't fail this time, soldat." The general snapped. The soldier nodded solemnly, the echoing of boots thudding filling both their ears as the general walked off the ship.

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writteninkat · 3 years

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iv - carnival tickets

word count: 2,246

warnings: mentions of blood and dead animals

"I'ma break you off, let me be your motivation"

index

Today was the day you and the rest of class 1A can finally try out their hero costumes. You smiled, looking at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself butterflies as you do so.

Your hero costume was a simple black bodysuit type. Garters attacked to the clothing helped keep your thigh high boots up. The top covered your entire arms, hands and fingers- you designed it this way so your palms wouldn’t be littered with callouses given that you deal with weapons like swords and scythes every time you use your quirk.

The bodysuit is a title neck type that showed off your shoulders. Your costume is finished off with a full face black kitsune mask with glowing blue paint around the eyes, it makes up the whiskers as well as a little nose of a fox.

You keep it up on your head, not wanting to put it on unless you're engaging in combat.

You close your locker, joining the girls who are hyping each other up in what they’re wearing. You all step out of the changing area and you can’t help but feel giddy as you approach your teachers, excited with the activities for today.

Everyone begins freaking out at the site of All Might- which you don’t get at all. He’s blond, has a freakish smile and a built body. So what? “Who’s he?” You whisper at Mina who looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads.

“What?”

You sigh, “Who’s he? And why is everyone freaking out about him?” You ask again and Mina gives you that same look, but much worse. She’s acting as if you’ve just asked a very stupid question. “That’s All Might.” She answers, tone unusually calm and soft.

“I meat who is he?”

“The number one hero.”

You furrow your brows, gaze scanning the man who’s busy talking in front of the awestruck class. You tilt your head to the side, “That’s your number one pro hero?” You ask, pouting.

“You sound a lot of things- underwhelmed? Disappointed? Dissatisfied?” Bakugou says from behind you, the look in his eyes catching you off guard. You pause for a moment, choosing your words carefully to make sure you’re not offending anyone who’s within earshot.

“You look up to him?” You ask and he raises a brow at you as if you’ve just asked the most obvious question in all time. “He’s been my hero since forever. I look up to him more than anyone in the world. He’s my inspiration and the one of the biggest contributors to my dream go being a hero.” Your eyebrows lift in shock, you’ve never heard nor seen Bakugou respect a person so much. And by the looks of Mina, Kirishima and Denki, they haven’t seen this side of him either.

Your heart breaks as you return your gaze to the number one hero in front of you, smiling sadly. You don't know how or why, but your judgement tells you that the seven-footer man in front of you isn't all that powerful- not anymore at least.

"Here's the breakdown. There will be four teams of two- half of them will be heroes and the other half will be villains. The hero team can win in two ways; you can either capture the villains or retrieve the bomb. The villain team wins if the hero team is unable to do any of the tasks within the time limit." He explains quite clearly and thoroughly.

You feel your heart beat against your chest, you're feeling very giddy. Your excitement causes Bakugou's lips to twitch upwards, carving out a soft smile to which he hides almodt immediately so no one can see him.

All Might pulls out a draw lots box, letting fate decide which teams everyone belong to. You end up being teammates with Aoyama and Mina who you happily greet.

Everyone is asked to stay inside a monitoring room to watch and observe their classmates in battle. When All Might announces Bakugou and Izuku's team being up first, you don't think before walking up to the blond and placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head to the side, raising an expecting brow.

"Good luck out there." You smile softly to which he scoffs at. "I don't need luck to win." He punches his palm as he sets of his quirk, "I already know I will."

You roll your eyes, walking towards Izuku to wish him good kuck as well before following the class to the monitor room. Your eyes scan over the wall of monitors, finding it closely similar to the monitor room your house has back in the US.

As you watch Bakugou and Izuku in battle, it's clear to see that there's something going on between them. There seems to be a conflict between them that you can't quite point and as much as you wanted to ask Bakugou about it, you decided to wait until he'd tell you.

Why on earth do you think he'd tell you?

You shake your head and clear your stupid thoughts, stepping away into a corner and sitting down to mentally prepare yourself. As you try to meditate, you don't realise how much time has went by until you're being called by All Might for your turn.

You scan the room but don't spot an angry blond nor an angel look-a-like green haired boy. You pout, hoping to at least see thosep pretty vermilion eyes before the activity.

As you take your steps towards the building, a small smile stretches across your lips when you see Bakugou's familiar back towards you, only for it to smile when you see just how upset he looks like.

"C'mon, Y/n! We're the villains right now we can't be late!!" Mina calls out to you, waving her hand up. You look back at Bakugo one last time, your gazes catching each other before you step inside the building, pulling your mask down to cover your face.

"Hey Mina? Can you let me take charge of our group?" You ask as the three of you make your way towards the room where the fake bomb is. "Alright! We'll be at your command!" She salutes to you a little too enthusiastically to which you chuckle softly at, making sure to smile with your eyes to make sure she sees you're smiling despite the mask covering your face.

After All Might makes sure each teams' statuses are a go, he commences the activity. "Alright. What would you like for us to do, captain?" Mina asks. You stay quiet for a moment, summoning two katanas in each of your hands. You move them around, making sure your wrists are loose and flexible before actually using them.

"You guys can stay still and guard the bomb." You say, adjusting your gloves before turning around to face the only entrance and exit of the room. "I'll have to go and hunt me some heroes."

"It's been a few minutes since they started and when Y/n suddenly disappeared like that. What do you think the villains are planning?" Tsuyu asks, eyes on the screen as the class continues to search for you in every monitor in the wall, but to no avail.

"I've been seeing a few mice here and there. Do you think that's Koda's doing?" Kirishima asks, to which Denki asks back, "Are the mice you see dead or alive?"

Kirishima furrows his brows at the blond, about to explain how the mice are alive but stops himself when he looks back at the screen and sees the mice he was looking at just a few seconds ago was now dead, body sliced in half. He checks the other monitors as well and his confusion rises even more at the sight of multiple dead mice all over the floors.

"Time is ticking, heroes. You better get to the bomb or if this was a real life situation it'd have blown up by now." All Might says into the mic which puts pressure on the two boys.

The class watches in anticipation as the two steps into a wide and open room, somewhere similar to where Bakugou and Izuku were fighting in a while ago.

"No one's here." Sato states, turning around. "Then, there should only be one room left-"

"Leaving so soon, heroes?" You ask, body leaning on the closed door with one foot pressed on it and your arms crossed across your chest.

Sato and Koda raise their guards, stepping into a fighting stance as theylook at you with such focused eyes. You chuckle, "Your little friends running around the building were pretty hard to find. Not to mention there were quite a handful of them which caused me to reach my speed quirk's limit."

"So it was Y/n who sliced all those rats? But we didn't see her at all. There were no movements in any of the cameras." Sero points out, confusion evident in his face. "Well, she did use her speed quirk. And if what she stated was true, then she'll be no longer to use that quirk of hers, at least during this fight." Iida voices out.

"Two guys against one girl? Isn't that too unfair for her?" Mineta asks, receiving a growl from Bakugou. "If you think her being a girl puts her at a disadvantage you're wrong. If you wanna be a hero, it doesn't matter what your gender is, as long as you're strong."

Despite being in a foul mood, Bakugou still found himself wanting to fight for you. He didn't like the thought of people lookibg down at him, but he found it weird how he preferred it when people not look down at you instead.

"Come on boys. I'll keep this quick and short for you so we can end this activity already." Fingerless boxing gloves appear in each of your hands, they're black but with neon blue accents. You get into a fighting stance, "I really hate sweating."

Sato charges at you, throwing a naive punch at your way to which you dodge easily- scoffing. What was he trying to do, intimidate a little child? As you moved your body to the side, dodging his immature punch, you punch him in the gut, eyes on Koda as you do this.

You hear Sato wheeze before his body falls to the ground. You crack your knuckles, walking towards Koda who begins to panic, using his quirk to call in all sorts of birds and squirrels.

"Koda, this is as scary as being chased by a street gang of kittens." You say, stepping towards him. You step to his side, bringing your hand up to his forehead and flicking it, the contact causing him to tremble before losing consciousness.

Your mother's body guard taught you this- it was a skill he said that most assassins he worked with knows about. He never clearly explained to you how to do it, but as long as your opponent had the slightest bit of fear for you, it will end up working. For Koda's case, he looked like he was about to piss his pants, so it worked out a little too well for you.

"Y/n's team wins this round." All Might announces as the rest of class 1A stands behind him, unsure of what they had just seen.

As the day comes to an end, you learn from Kirishima and Mina that Bakugou has been feeling off since the fight lately. "We tried to stop him from leaving, but he just wouldn't listen. Izuku went and ran after him too. If you go now you should be able to catch up to the both of them." Urataka explains, setting the stack of books she's carrying on a desk.

You run out of the classroom, jumping down flights of stairs to get to the entrance of the highschool as quickly as possible. By the time your eyes finally caught sight of the two boys, they were already talking with each other.

"I wasn't hiding my quirk from you. It was given to me by someone else, recently."

You raise your brows, quickly hiding yourself from the both of them. You place a finger gently on your lips as you stared at the floor, listening as Izuku explained to Bakugou.

The next thing you know it, Bakugou was now yelling at the green haired boy. He sounded so upset, as if he wanted to cry. It was clear as day that the blond didn't like losing, not to anyone and especially not to Izuku.

You took a peak, eyes widening as you see Katsuki Bakugou looking so vulnerable with tears in the corners of his eyes, his brows knitted from being so upset with himself. He walks away, slouching as he wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

You step out of your hiding spot, Izuku's expression growing nervous when he sees you. "O-oh hey, hey Y/n! I didn't... ummm... did you..." He looks down, scratching the back of his head. "Did you hear something?"

You stare him down for a moment, unsure of what to answer before sighing. "I'm not going to say anything to anyone nor ask you about it. But I will tell you this." Your words causes Izuku to look up at you in anticipation. "The second you master that power of yours, you have to fight me with everything you've got. Alright?"

Bakugou grumbles to himself, kicking at a rock, watching as it rolls into a canal. He huffs, annoyed. "I'd tell you you look ugly when you're mad, but then I'd be telling you you look ugly everyday." You yell at him from behind, causing him to turn around.

"School isn't over yet." Bakugou furrows his brows as he watches you make your way towards him. "And yet here we are." You point out, smiling as you put your hands behind your back.

He sighs, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "What do you want?"

You take out two pink carnival tickets from your pocket, shoving it at his face and waving it in front of him. "I've always went to this carnival with my mom back in the US and I'm feeling kind of homesick. I accidentally bought two tickets too so now you gotta go with me."

You begin to pull at him to which he pulls back, a bored expression resting on his adorable face.

Adorable?

"No." He grunts.

You smile at him, "I wasn't giving you a choice."

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Private Dancer

Because my sisterwives deserve to get down. Kimora × Erik. Happy Valentine's Day.

Kimora Fire danced like her feet and ass were on fire in her private dance studio. Skin tight black latex hugged her sickening curves as she swung around the glowing red pole like a hula hoop around dancing hips. Her legs kicked and bounced, her tall black stilettos bending and scratching the air.

As a top ranking Atlanta stripper turned choreographer, instructor, and mogul, she had moves for days. Her zest was unmatched and words like basic, tired, and simple?.. were not in her vocabulary.

Heavy drums swallowing the room in vibration signified the transition to a new song in the playlist as Kimora's body moved on its own, possessed by rhythm.

...And I've been drifting off on knowledge. Cat-calls on cat-walks, man these women getting solemn. I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander. We took a flight at midnight and now my mind can't help but wander.

Her heels stepped authoritatively across the wooden floor, as she swung her hips melodically. Hands gripping the pole, her body waved like an S and then a Z. She strutted, leaping onto the pole in a spin where one leg was extended in pointe position while her other wrapped the pole to support her weight. Upside down, she split her legs grasping tightly to the pole with her hands. She felt a familiar weighted smack against her pussy and dollars scattered down around her head and all over the floor. She hadn't seen Erik come in but from her inverted view of him, she could see his thick dark locs wild and free, dangling in front of his dark, smoldering eyes. His thick neck adorned with three gold chains, layered to fall over his bare scarred chest. His v line was exposed, black joggers slung low with no visible draws to speak of. She could make out small tufts of pubic hair over the fabric and a Godzilla sized bulge. He'd been watching for a while.

She shook her heels causing her thighs to shake before crossing and uncrossing her legs. Once on the ground, her back flattened and her ass rose high into the air, her legs dancing, controlled over her head. She tumbled over and planted her coffin-nailed, ringed fingers onto the hardwood floor, arching her back to twerk. Her eyes held Erik in place as her cheeks bounced isolated. Another stack fell over her as she kicked her leg out and forward bouncing into a split.

Erik pulled out a hundred dollar bill squatting to wave it in her face, teasing it back when she leaned in. "I'll give you ten of these if you can do that on this dick."

It didn't take words for a seasoned pro. Kimora climbed to her feet slowly, her back to him. Clawing the black latex that clung to her legs and thighs like a second skin, her long fingernails dragged to her ass, clawing and gripping before she slapped it, turning to face Erik's hungry eyes. She peeled the cups of the onepeice suit down exposing silver colored nipple pasties. Waving her hips, she wiggled out of the suit, turning her back to him again to pull it down past her bubbled ass and to her ankles. Removing her stripper heels, she kicked out of the suit completely, kicking it off to the side. She was left in her silver thong and pasties.

Took her to the room make her bust it wide open. Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open. Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open. Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open.

Kimora straddled Erik on the hardwood floor, balancing over his lap before dropping and brushing his erection with her panty-clad mound. Standing, she gripped his locs tightly in her hands, pulling his face to her building furnace. Her pussy was simmering in the silver panties and his nose pressed into the indentation between her lips allowing her to ride it until she snatched his head back. He looked up at her licking thick lips. "This dick, Kimora. Sit on it." His voice was so low compared to the music, she had to strain to hear. She turned sinking with her knees to the floor and her back against his chest. Skin to skin. Leaning forward, she arched with her hands on the wood again and twerked, her ass like jello in his lap. He pulled down the back of her thong, sweeping his fingers down her crack, over her asshole and to her pussy causing her to moan as his thick finger slipped in, exploring. A second finger quickly followed and to Kimora it felt like he was throwing gang signs in the pussy. "This where my dick should be. I got thirty seconds of patience left and then I'm taking it." His fingers pulled out and went into his mouth before clapping onto her asscheek in a heavy slap. "Fuck me," he commanded as she hissed. The thong came off. She stood to take it off, tossing it in the direction of the latex suit. Moving her thigh over his, she dropped into a split, holding herself up long enough to pull his dick from his joggers and position it at her slick entrance. Slipping down, she impaled herself slowly, squeezing involuntarily. She felt overfull from his girthiness. With a hiss, she cursed under her breath, finding the strength to bounce. She was stuffed, stretching herself willingly.

"Don't stop. Bounce that fuckin ass," Erik sneered watching her eyes search the ceiling and the room as though trying to dissociate. He slapped her ass causing her motion to stutter. "Hello?.. Focus on the task at hand, getting this dick to buss. Split that wet pussy on my dick."

Moaning, she bounced harder, swallowing and squeezing him in her heat. Taking the pounding, she slammed her body onto him with a loud clapping impact until she had him breathing just as hard as she was, biting his lower lip. He gripped her hip to change positions and she pushed his hand away knocking him on his back to ride him, her leg over his chest. "I'm not done. You paid for a Kimora Fire show, you're gonna get one."

Gimme the paw, gimme the ball, take a top shift. Call my girls and put 'em all on a spaceship. Hang one night with 'Yoncé, I'll make you famous. Have you ever seen the crowd goin' apeshit? Rah!

Raw sex, bodies hitting hard against one another, wet abs, thighs, and stomachs. Kimora finally planted her feet on either side of his body in a squat, her hands on the floor and titties hanging. Riding his dick, sliding up and down on his thick pole, her ass bounced up in down, cheeks splitting and clapping with the impact. Erik's hand reached over her waist, grasping her left asscheek in a strong grip that egged her on as she bounced, pussy sucking up his 10 thick inches and drooling cream.

"Shit! That's how you fuck daddy, bitch..," Erik mumbled, lost in the sauce with his head tossed back. "That's how you ride a dick.. That's how you fuck daddy.. Wet my dick up.. Wet my got damn dick up, yes.. Shit.. Got that shit creamin.. Cream on my dick.. thick ass.."

Her walls clenched. She was close as he held her up by her titties giving her more leverage to bounce. She moaned when he snatched off her pasties one by one, her nipples now brushing against the rough skin of his palms. Throwing his hips, he thrusted up into her increasing the pressure. She dropped to her knees without losing her rhythm still bouncing her ass up and down on his shaft. She whimpered on the edge, but willed herself to press on. She wasn't the bitch to tap-out.

"Oh you gone fuckin cum for daddy," his heavy hand landed a slap on her ass that felt like a punch. "Finna come get that nut. Beast-mode, baby," he smirked, driving harder into her with a firm grip on her hips so could no longer move. He was in control, moaning with her as he hammered into her. She couldn't stop making sound. She could feel her asscheeks clapping his balls, her legs reduced to jelly in that short time. "Cum on my dick," he commanded and she came with a yell as he fucked her faster, liquid shooting in various directions landing on his skin. Mid-orgasm, he flipped her onto her back and pushed her thighs apart, holding her wrists over her head to do push-ups in her pussy.

"Fuck, daddy," Kimora panted, her mouth forming an O whenever he dug his log into her. He started grinding in and out of her slowly, slow-dicking her and her eyes crossed. He was deliberately hitting a spot every time he moved.

"Talk to me, Mora. Tell me you like taking this thick dick in that fatass pussy."

"I love this f-uh.... fuck.. fuckin dick in my tightass, fatass pu-ssssy, Erik," her voice trembled as her toes curled.

"Mm? Cum on this dick again if you love it so much," he whispered into her ear. "Daddy not gone stop fuckin his pussy. You gone cum and cum again, don't hold it."

She wailed, digging her nails into her palms as she let it hit her, an electric wave. Kissing her deeply, his pillows smashed against her lips, his tongue dipping into her mouth aggressively. Pulling her arms around his thick neck, he planted his fists near her sides while his arms kept her legs pinned back. He increased his speed to fuck her faster, her entire body shaking from the force of his heavy body and his dick pushing and pulling. "Fuck mee, fuck meee," Kimora croaked on a loop until her voice was hoarse, his dick in her guts stealing her words. "OH GOD, OH GOD," she gasped eyes wide as electricity shocked her again. Her legs trembled, spasming and quaking before her entire body shook, her titties bouncing as he looked on. "Tell daddy you love this dick," Erik swallowed pushing her thighs further back and apart before digging in again. Kimora's body never got the chance to stop shaking. "What I just say?"

"I lo- love thisss.. dick, daddy," her voice shook.

He gripped her ankles like handlebars and she whined, checking the behaviour before he could comment. She wasn't no bitch, she was THE KIMORA FIRE. "Fuck," she croaked breathless as she trembled.

"Mhm.. Big pretty titties, pretty eyes, pretty lips. You a pretty bitch, Mora," he grunted looking down over her honey-colored body before marking it with stinging bites. Her knees were in her armpits. Every time she squealed, he had a soft "Mhm" or a low "Yeah" for a response as though he were her personal interpreter. She held her legs wide grabbing her own ankles letting him get to the exact spot he needed to get.

"Hoooo shit! Right there, right there, right there daddy," she rushed dropping her head as he hit the spot dead-on. She came instantly and pushed hard against his stomach when he still wouldn't slow down through her layered orgasm. "You got it, shit," she complained breathlessly, her pussy sensitive. She knew he still had to cum. He gripped her wrist, holding it as he continued pounding brutishly into her.

"Here he come," Erik finally grunted, exploding into her warmth, not wanting to leave it. He closed his eyes as his dick pulsed along with his heartbeat. "Don't move," he whispered, catching his breath. He layed over her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck with a contented groan. His pants were still dangling around his ankle.

"About that thousand," Kimora sighed concealing her smile. Erik's body bounced.

"You would.."

"Did I not deliver," she challenged, her voice going in and out, still strained.

"Hell yeah. How bout this. We go again, I'll give you 2,000. This time you gotta ride my face just like you rode my dick.."

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