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0tivez · 10 months

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adrenalize

synopsis: a perfect student can get in toruble every now and then too, right? except this time, you get into trouble with your famous bachelor professor satoru gojo for an unorthodox reason, and he'll make sure you make up for it

characters: gojo

warnings: female reader, student reader x professor gojo, semi-public sex, age gap (early 20s to late 20s), oral (female + male receiving), very light power play, dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, degrading/praising, breeding. mdni

wc: 4.3k

note: yes, this is my dark fantasy of being accepted as a mean looking emo bitch. no, i'm not in love with my professor. emo sluts rise (emo=reader wears all black and has dark makeup lol sorry couldn't pull a wattpad) it's our time to have steamy office sex with 2d men. see the end for more notes!

you know, i don't really put in songs, but what the hell. this one's for the emos

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"oh, i have an appointment with professor gojo today" you tell your friend as you lay your lunch tray onto the table.

"for what?" she asks, her motion following yours. you two sit comfortably on the wooden chairs.

"i don't know. my grades, i guess? but my grades are fine, so i don't really know" you answer in confusion, and stab a big piece of chicken.

"well, i wish he would call me in his office"

"what?" you almost choke on your food. you look at your friend with big, dumb eyes. you wouldn't have been this surprised if she confessed to murdering someone, and you shouldn't be surprised at her confession either. yet somehow, you are.

"satoru's kinda hot, isn't he?" she responds, scrunching her nose. "he's also, like, extremely smart and funny"

"he's fucking old"

"um, no he's not? half of the school has bag of bones for professors, satoru's like... what, 30? i've fucked older"

"still, so inappropriate" you shut the conversation down. sure, you two had joked about how hot gojo is, and sure, the idea did entertain your mind, but it's between you two, a very private inside joke. you feel exposed this way, and the last thing you need is having that image of your professor in your mind as he lectures you about god knows what later today.

"i bet he fucks like his age too" she smirks across the table. you turn your head around anxiously to see if anyone's heard you two, but the loud cafeteria outweighs your little dirty convo.

"shut up!"

"girl you know damn well-"

"let's talk about this after i get scolded today. i don't want to worry about this man anymore"

it's 5.40 pm. where is he? he was supposed to meet you after class, yet he's nowhere to be found. and you're there standing in shame, as students pass you by, probably wondering what happened for you to be waiting like a stray kitten by his office.

of course, it's nothing to be ashamed of. god, you don't even know what you're supposed to be ashamed of yet! but here you are, cold sweat down your neck, hands nervously moving up and down your arms as you wait for time to pass.

that's how you are. quiet, nervous. yet most people have a different image of you; a colder, meaner image. it's difficult for you to socialize, so you stick to your two friends you made ages ago for your in-class interactions. for classes, you opt for quietly listening to your lectures rather than being interactive, even though you know it's not the right way, and you want to be social. that's why most professors rarely remember your name or your face- not that they're eager to know you anyways. that's why it's so confusing. what did you do to get called like this? how did he even know your name?

"ah- sorry for being late" gojo rushes next to you. his tall figure guides you to the narrow hallway where his office is hidden in. he quickly unlocks the door, and waits for you to enter first. "sit, i'll be back in a couple minutes" you nod.

once he turns around, you quickly observe his clothes. he always knew how to be stylish, even though his clothes are always basic. you figured it must be his fit figure that makes anything he wears compliment him. he's always clean and rich looking; never would he wear a wrinkled shirt. the female students would anticipate warm weathers, where gojo would sometimes wear a tight, black t-shirt and jeans. not today tho. although the weather is warm, he's wearing a light blue linen shirt with black jeans, complimented with a thick, leather belt. his shirt exposed his contoured collarbones, and arms exposed with an expensive looking watch to complete the look. and his face... god, his face.

he shuts the door behind you. you're left for your own thoughts. sitting down is uncomfortable for you, the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat. the building is empty, you can faintly hear students speaking from outside. you get up, and look around his office. it's filled with thick, leather covered books. interesting, you wouldn't assume he's into reading by looking at him, or hearing him speak. it must be professional deformation. papers are scattered around on his desk. everywhere else except for his desk is tidied and clean, but his desk is a warzone.

the door opens.

"hi, hello, sorry for making you wait. hope you didn't miss me too much" gojo paces toward his desk.

you shake your head. "it's alright, you must be very busy"

gojo stands over his desk and gathers some papers in his hand and puts them aside. "well, it is difficult to be the fun one in this department, y'know?" his blue eyes focus on yours for a moment, as he waits for a reaction from you. you chuckle in response.

gojo pulls out a paper from the batch and sits down. he raises the paper and looks at you. he calls your name. "correct?"

just the way he said your name sends chills down your spine. god, in that moment, you truly wish you would be more active in class, only to hear him call your name.

"correct"

he reads the paper quickly without putting it down. he looks like a kid doing it, yet you feel as if you were in front of a judge.

"so, interesting. you know your grade, right?" you nod.

"i-is there a problem? i thought i did good"

"oh, you did, definitely. this paper is very impressive. i enjoyed reading it." he smiles at you. "the only problem was, i had no idea whose paper i was reading the whole time"

you sit there silently. where was he heading at? he didn't call you in just to tell you to be more active in class, right?

"i mean i did know, i know how to read, but there wasn't a face you know? our class is pretty small, so i know most people. but you, who are you?"

"excuse me?" you manage to let out.

"you don't speak much in class, don't talk to anyone else in class, yet you never skip a class. and then boom! you write out this paper"

"am- am i being accused of something, sir?"

gojo looks amused. he grins, and rests on his back, crossing his arms. his muscles show up, is he trying to look intimidating? is he trying to get a confession out of you? cheating? stealing?

"no, nothing at all. i'm just curious. it's important that i know my pupils. talking to strangers affect my performance too"

"i- guess i'm more of a listener" you feel so small in front of him. this is embarrassing.

gojo gets up and walks to the chair across you.

"but you see, you don't look friendly either."

"wha-"

"i remember seeing you in class and thinking 'wow, she really doesn't wanna be here' which is new to me, cause i'm fun!" now you're sure he must be offended or something.

"sir, if that's the issue, i'll be more active from now on" you just want to leave. whatever it takes, leave.

"but why?" he ignores your suggestion. "why hate being with me?" gojo leans in to be closer to you. his long legs and big body help him be closer to you, despite the small coffee table separating you two.

"there's not a reason, sir. i don't hate-"

"i'm used to being popular among female students, y'know?"

this time, it's your turn to giggle.

"i'm sorry, is this what it's been about? you're offended that i'm not attracted to you?" lie. you're crazy for him. maybe that's why you're extra shy around him. but somehow, a wave of confidence washes over you in this moment. maybe it's the sincerity of him, maybe it's the ridiculousness of the situation. but whatever it is, it made you get a fiendish chuckle from your professor.

"it just doesn't happen. do you hate me? did i do something to you?"

"no, sir, i'm just a shy person"

"why the face?" he points at his own face, and makes a sulky face that you think is supposed to be mimicking your face.

you shrug your shoulders and smile in disbelief. "it's just my face! sir, if it matters to you, i think you're great. i enjoy your lectures, and i promise i'll be more active from now on" you wave your hands and get up to leave. gojo follows after you.

he lays a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

"that's not it, is it? you missed something"

"e-excuse me?" what the fuck is wrong with this guy?

"tell me i'm handsome" gojo looks into your eyes. his piercing gaze makes you freeze in place. his face is too close to yours, you feel even more embarrassed to know he can see you blushing.

"t-that's not very appro-"

"oh come on! i know you want to say it" he smiles.

hypocrite.

you are a hypocrite. if this was any other person, you would have been scared shitless. yet here you are; heart beating fast, empty minded, an uncomfortable wetness growing stronger.

the sexual tension is so strong. you feel nervous, whatever you say will break the tension or make it reach its breaking point. and you don't know which one you prefer.

you stay silent.

gojo looks into your big eyes, face so close that you wonder if he'll kiss you anytime soon.

"if you're not gonna admit, i'll help you with it" he steps back. "sit on the desk" he orders, voice dark and strong. you stand in disbelief. gojo walks over to his desk while slowly taking off his watch. "you comin' or not?"

you walk over to his desk and sit obediently. your legs are closed, your nervousness can be read from your posture.

"don't be shy, you're in good hands" gojo suddenly kneels and places his palms on your knees. he looks up at you with puppy eyes. "may i?"

you bite the inside of your cheeks and nod. you unbutton your pants and rest your palms next to you. satoru grabs the hem of your baggy jeans. you lift yourself as satoru easily takes your jeans off. your baby pink, cotton panties are exposed in a comical way. satoru laughs at the contrast; your heavy and dark makeup, resting bitch face, and all black clothes hide pretty pink underwear under it. and satoru feels like one hell of a lucky man to be able to witness this.

satoru slides his hand in between your legs and lightly separates them, exposing your sopping panties. satoru's delighted to see you as excited as him. after all, you seemed scared at first.

his soft, juicy lips lay soft kisses all across your plump skin as he makes his way up to your panties. his demeanor suddenly changes, and he rips your panties beastly. one hand lowers your body further to reveal your folds better. satoru doesn't wait another second.

gojo licks your folds, all the way from your hole to cilit. his tongue masterfully dances around the delicate skin, and runs around your clit. your shy moans fill the office room. you cherish the view below you. his broad shoulders are about to rip through his expensive shirt, white hair buried between your legs, long fingers gripping your legs firmly. he plants a firm kiss on top of your clit that makes you shiver. he sucks on the delicate skin and leaves it with a tiny plop sound. he continues untill you're a moaning mess. and god, you hate to admit this, but she was right. he knows how to fuck good.

"gosh, do you do this to all of your students?" the sudden adrenaline rush takes over you, but the embarrassment follows quickly after. for a second, you're scared he'll get mad and stop, but he doesn't.

"i don't. but don't think you'll be my favorite student after this or something" he looks at you with half lidded eyes.

his warm tongue fucks your wet hole until you feel weak in your knees. you wonder how good his cock feels if he can entertain you this much with his tongue. his tongue pushes inside your hole, letting your sweet juices roll down to his throat. he's so amused at how much you're enjoying yourself, it makes his excitement only grow harder. in a few seconds, he'll fuck you till you can't walk out his office.

"s-sir!" you squirm with his touch.

"yes?" he looks up in a mischievious manner and makes gesture at you, as if you were raising a hand to speak. you roll your head back and laugh before grabbing his hair and pushing him back in.

satoru lays a flat tongue on your clit. the pressure is enough to make your legs twitch. he holds himself there for a moment, waiting for your to beg for more. and you do, you really do.

satoru runs his tongue up and down on your clit, making the pointy tip of his tongue push the skin further as he runs his tongue back up with each lap. the pointy tip draws circles around your clit, around and around. god, he feels so good. he might even cum if he continues more. it's the first time he's ever felt so good giving head to someone. your helpless little squeaks, your shy face and confident hand buried in his hair...

knock knock

you quickly turn around to face the door

"professor gojo? i brought the books" a male voice calls. "can i come in?"

gojo gets up with a sinical smirk on his face, and gently pushes you by your back down.

"give me a second!" he shouts at the door as he takes off his belt and lays it under the desk. he sits down on his chair and calls you down with his two fingers. you instantly obey, kneeling down to his knee level. gojo pushes his chair further under the desk so that you can't be seen. you quickly unbutton his jeans before gojo calls the man inside.

you grab the hem of his underwear and push it down to expose his hard cock. it's dark, your view is limited, but you make the best of it. you hear footsteps get closer, so you hold your breath. you hesitate, you're terrified of getting caught.

"so, about tomorrow's meeting..." a faint voice fills your surroundings. your heart beats fast, and your hands shakily grab his tip.

gojo's surprised at this hesitation. maybe you really do need some help after all. he pretends to listen to what the man is yammering away about. he sneaks his hand down to table and cautiously pushes your head to mouth his length. the sudden push startles you, but it gives you the push you needed.

once gojo's palm leaves your head, you start slowly taking in his dick. you hear him exhale casually, before he responds to the man. he's big, so it takes you a while to fully take him inside. you pull your head back, and lick along his cock.

"...so i figured we would go with another plan..." gojo continues. once you swirl your tongue around his tip, licking the thick precum, finally getting a taste of him. you hear his voice shake for a second. satoru pretends to cough. he must be sensitive on his tip, you figure, and focus on teasing his tip.

you start rubbing his length where your mouth can't reach. every time you release his cock, you quickly swirly your tongue on his tip so that he shakes slightly, making him shift in his chair to not expose your affair to the clueless man. you repeat: suck, pump, release, twirl. suck, pump, release, twi-

satoru spasms on his chair once again as your tongue touches his tip. you think he's cumming for a moment, but those thoughts disappear once you feel a strong hand grab you by your hair, pulling you away from his cock.

"see you tomorrow, satoru" the man says before he leaves the room. with the door closing, satoru pulls back. in a moment, you find yourself picked up like a cat and sat on the table.

"you think you're funny?" gojo growls. "teasing me like that? in front of my colleague?" his eyebrows are furrowed and jaw is clenched. he looks terrifying.

"i-i thought you wanted me to-"

"getting spoiled, hm? do you need to be disciplined?" it's almost as if gojo was searching for a reason to be mad at you, to fuck you like you mean nothing to him.

before you could respond, gojo discards your crop top and leaves you bare chested and cold. satoru can't decide whether the twitching of his dick is caused by the shock of you not wearing a bra to meet your professor or how arousing your perky, plump tits look in front of him. whatever it is, it's enough to make his beasty look go darker.

gojo hisses with what feels like frustration. he wants you, he wants you now, and he cannot waste another second. in a moment, you're pressed down onto the desk, on your chest with two strong hands pulling your ass up high. the wooden desk is warm, yet the hotness of your body combined with the cooler desk makes your body shiver. it doesn't help that gojo's teasing your entrance with his tip either. you whine under his touch, signaling him to go further in. he's amused at your neediness. you want to use your words, but you end up only being able to whine and groan. it's cute, adorable. satoru wonders how you'd be once he's done with you.

"what should i do?" gojo teases. he places his tip in your entrance, only for your hole to stretch enough to take the head in. the feeling is overwhelming even now, and you know it will hurt once he fully inserts himself.

well, they don't say curiosity kills the cat for no reason.

"p-please, f-fuck..." you whisper, tears pooling in your eyes slowly as frustration and tension grow bigger.

"hm? what was that?" gojo leans in closer to your face, making his cock enter a little more. you whimper with the new feeling. it's more painful, yet somehow very intimate.

"p-please..." you quietly respond again.

"we talked this through. speak up, don't be shy!"

you squeeze the papers scattered on the table, trying to from words, but your mind is blank.

"embarrassed? if it helps, princess, no one can hear you" gojo whispers. the irony. gojo satoru, the nonchalant extrovert that warns you in a craven tone; and you, the shy, anxious little girl, soon screaming your lungs out, begging him to fuck you.

"god, just fuck me!" you scream. it's the start gojo needed, and finally, he can unleash himself into you.

gojo slides his length inside without waiting for you to adjust to him fully. your walls stretch and shrink within a second, as he pulls himself almost completely before entering himself fully once again. your wet hole takes him fully, squeezing every inch of his thick cock. your walm, velvety walls make gojo dizzy with pleasure. his voice switches from manly groans to helpless whimpers. and you, gosh, you're a complete mess. your hair falls over your face, but you're too busy getting railed into oblivion to pick it up. you helplessly grab the edges of the desk in an attempt to gather yourself, but it's no use. the only thing you can do is scream out his name, the only thing you can think of.

"fuck..." gojo hisses into your ear. he grabs a fistful of your hair, finally opening your face. he grabs you closer to his chest and holds you in position by your throat as he uses his other hand to help you catch the rhythm of his thrusts. your back instantly arches, and you need to hold on to his tighs to not fall off. you gasp for breath as he mercilessly pounds into you behind your back. the slapping sounds are too far away from you. your vision gets blurry. it feels good, it shouldn't feel good, but it does. he moves as if he wants to hurt you, to take revenge. he's ruthless, contrary to how softly he kissed your cunt and how sweet he called your name earlier.

"yeah? feels good, hm?" gojo turns your face to his. your wet eyelashes, red cheeks wet with tears, mouth shiny with saliva... what a view he had. and him; his white hair always perfectly in place is now all over his forehead, sweat glistening his long neck, and tight muscles showing under the thin fabric of his shirt. and his eyes... his eyes screaming wildly, violently; yet his gaze is soft and caring. gojo realizes too, as he loosens his grip on your neck, and slows down his tempo. you inhale, cheeks puffed up and head slightly tilted back. gojo takes advantage of the vulnerability of the moment. satoru's soft lips lock with yours in a passionate kiss. he holds your chin in place, and you help him by grabbing his wrist. his tongue dances over yours, and all over your lips. wetness covers your lips. it's messy, you both miss your lips as satoru continues thrusting, but it's more romantic this way. you're both craving each other, something neither of you had realized before this exact moment. your heart beats even faster for a second, as you want to be like this forever. even with his most violent desire, he's so caring and romantic. you know it's all meaningless, that none of these matter, and that your affair will meet its end once he decides he's had enough. so you want to be in this moment forever.

"don't stop" you breathe in his mouth and look into his eyes. satoru's cock twitches inside you, his pace slows down. he slips himself out. did you say something wrong? did he realize what he's doing?

you look at him, confused. satoru's face is impossible to read, he just stands there looking at you. the sudden silence makes you anxious once again. you back up and hit your leg into the desk.

satoru grabs you by your leg as you almost lose your balance. he gently pushes you down by your shoulders and sits you down. he lowers his body before grabbing your knees and making you wrap them around his hips. he unbuttons his shirt but doesn't take it off. his toned abs are finally exposed. you examine every curve on his body, his chest.

satoru locks his lips with yours again. he's softer now. it's like he's known you since forever, like his tongue knows how it's supposed to move inside your mouth. this time, you don't shiver, but a warmness follows down your spine. you cusp his cheek as you deepen the kiss.

there you are, warm light framing your bodies under the sunset, bodies locked. where you end is where satoru begins. your bodies move in harmony. he gently rolls his hips into you, and you lift your hips to meet his. not leaving each others' embrace for a second. what happened so suddenly? is this the beast you were so scared of?

"yes... yes..." you moan into his mouth.

"yeah? you like it, baby?" he asks with a soft voice. you move your head and bury it into his neck. you grab his broad shoulders under his shirt tightly, making sure you're gentle. but you can't help it, you're about to snap. you dig your nails into his skin. he pants and moans into your ear. his voice gets shaky, he sounds so pathetically needy. you realize he needs you as much as you need him.

satoru holds you closer to his chest and embraces you as he fucks through your climax. his steady pace strengthens the tightness down your abdomen. you feel the tingling travel all over your body, as you beg satoru to continue.

"you close, baby? want me to finish inside you, hm?" he asks with a raspy voice. he already knows the answer.

"sa-satoru..." you breathe into his skin.

"look into my eyes" he calls your name. "fuck, look at my eyes"

you tilt your head and meet his glassy, baby blue eyes. he looks so vulnerable in this moment. satoru kisses you once more before he rests his forehead onto yours. his steady pace doesn't change, as you both wait to reach the end.

the knot inside your body tightens and tightens, until it's impossible to stand it. your body spasms under him, and you can only call out his name.

"satoru!" you squirm, not leaving his touch for a second.

"come on baby, cum for me" he pants. "my pretty little girl, you're doing so good"

you let out one last shaky breath and lose control. you shake and spasm, but satoru holds you tightly in place. he rides your climax, as he chases his own. he plants soft kisses all over your face as you lose your mind. your whole body's tingly, mind fuzzy, and numb. you stay there, watching satoru's breath get faster.

you grab both of his cheeks and look into his eyes. you don't look away or move, you hold him in place. his shiny eyes look into yours, amazed at how beautiful you are, how pretty you are for him. and how you're his, in this moment, he's yours.

satoru moves hips further once more before his thrusts stop. his moves come to a full stop. he doesn't avert his gaze, as he slaps his hips into you once more. the warmness washes over you as he empties himself deep inside you. satoru whispers your name, followed by a shaky moan. he stands still for a second, lets his cock rest inside you for a moment as you both stand in silent. he's lost in your embrace, and so are you.

all your anxieties from earlier wash away. he's right, he definitely made sure you like him. and all the papers you ruined, the ones he's supposed to show his students, he will have to think about later.

"you really are very handsome"

gojo's comeback might have taken shorter than mine, but hey, better late than never right? lol anyways, sorry for the long wait and sorry, this isn't the unboxing smut. i suddenly felt the urge to write another jjk teacher/student fic but it's a little more legal now at least. i'm also obsessed with gojo again. hope you enjoyed your meal! (ok but why do my snopsises lowkey eat harder than the fic itself)

this was... easier than i thought it would be. i missed writing so much and haven't felt this much fun and ease writing anything in such a long time! i'm so excited for jjk season 2 and the manga's progress. i think this is another jjk summer yall. also, i'm doing an unofficial internship this summer! so, since i like being active when i'm busy with daily life stuff, who knows, i might become active again

hope you guys liked it! see you next time you horny emo slut ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

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pynkgothicka · 11 months

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ＢｅａｓｔＭｉｇｕｅｌｏ＇Ｈａｒａ

Synopsis - After you sister leaves you to hang with your boss, both his and your lives becoming a waking nightmare

Pairing - Yandere! Miguel o’Hara x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Jessica Drew but the black version cause I luv black women

Tags and Warnings - Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence towards reader

Authors Note - I LUV HIM SM MY GOD. I HADDD TO WRITE SOMETHING. Also I believe this contains slight spoilers??? I think???

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“Jess! Are you sure it's okay that I'm here? I'm not really spider-like.” You followed behind your sister, her afro swinging as she walked. You fiddled with the band she gave you in order to keep you from glitching out.

It was all so casual, and almost everyone greeted her. The architecture was other worldy, almost only to benefit the inhabitants. Speaking of, there was many, too many to count. 2D, 3D, Male, Female, Pigs, Horses, Cats, almost anything imaginable.

While you looked at it all in amazement, they all looked at you, and gave you dirty and worried looks. At least thats what it looked like under their masks.

“Oh Miguel won't like this…”

“I didn't know they allowed just anyone up here?”

“I mean Peter B brings his daughter so I guess it's a pass."

“I just know Miguel doesn't like anything new. He might bare his fangs or something. You know that guy and sacre tactics.”

You shuddered at the way they spoke of this Miguel guy. But you kept following behind Jessica until she came to a huge hatch, in which opened up on her walking up.

“Miguel!”

“What do you need Jessica, aren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I do, but I need you to do a favor!” Jessica yelled, shoving your shoulder to push you ahead. “My sister is visiting from college in my dimension. I need someone to watch over her and I trust you'll do that without letting her get hurt.”

You finally looked up seeing a sharp jawed man looking down at you. His spider suit glew a dark blue with bright red highlights. His brown hair was pushed back, framing his face perfectly. Not only that, but he was huge, built like a giant.

He came down from his workspace, now closer to you than ever. His chest was too your face and you had to look up too look at him. He seemingly almost over analyzed you, eyes trialing up and down your form. “Fine. Just go handle the situation.”

Jessica raised a brow and crossed her arms. “Fine? Just fine? You usually aren't just okay with this type of stuff. You sur-”

“Your questioning my decisions?” Miguel said his stature becoming stiff, seemingly fed up with her constant questioning.

“No… just wondering. Don't have too much fun you two.” Jessica said giving you a small hug before walking off. As the hatch door closed, Miguel's hand went to your back, ushering you to walk with him.

“I'll give you a chair so you can stay within my sight. I don't want to lose you.” You nodded, watching as he turned away from you, going back to his work. A chair was pushed your direction, and when you finally got to sitting down the cushioned seat almost swallowed you whole. You could take a nap if you wanted too, it was just that comfortable. And you almost did, until you were pulled from your rest with a deep voice.

“Did she tell you, or did you piece it together?”

“Huh?"

“Jessica. Did you just figure out she was Spider-Woman?”

Miguel's hands just kept working, his focus divided between talking to you and his work. “To be honest, I just figured it out. When I asked her if what I thought was true, she just seemed relieved and told me everything.”

Miguel seemed surprised at this making a strange humming noise. “You two must be very close huh?”

“Yeah. I wouldn't trade the world for the bond me and her share. I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell me about that side of her life. From what she told me, Spiderman doesn't usually tell people about what he does. It's refreshing you know… I'm sorry am I rambling too much?”

“No. Your fine, I'm actually enjoying the company. I'm in here by myself most of the time. It's nice to hear another voice.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned, smirking at you. He stopped working and his screens switched off. “What do you do for fun?”

“Me? Fun? Uhh I don't know. I'm a college student with just about 0 connections. I guess reading?” You finally chased for a reply.

“LYLA get someone to bring me a book from the library. Hell bring two.” Miguel said, finally an AI woman popping up. She teased him a bit before finally having someone bring you two books. Miguel then sat down next too you beginning to open one of the books he brought.

“Your willing to read with me?”

“Yeah. I need to get my mind off of things anyway.”

🩸

Once Jessica had picked you up, Miguel felt weird. He knew you were attractive. Like very attractive. But that wasn't normal for him. He usually didn't see attraction in people.

Something else he also knew was that when he was around you he felt comfortable. He had no worries and you took them all away. It was a feeling he could only recall when he was with his “daughter.” He'd let you snuggle up close too him, physical touch being something he hadn't felt in a while.

“LYLA. I need you to pull any information on Jessica Drew's sister. It can be from any dimension, I just need to know everything.” Miguel basically ordered the ai. She popped up in front of him, with that same smug look she always gave when questioning his any of his decisions.

“Why would you need that?! It's not like she's ever going to get bitten by a radioactive spider.” LYLA said bringing up a huge collection of information she'd found on you in a heartbeat. “But hey I'll indulge this. Let's see, she's almost always college student, future looks like a journalist, ooh she's judgemental! And just about always single. Seems like her connection to Jessica Drew is always the sisterly role.”

Miguel fell more and more in love the more LYLA talked. “Send all that too my computer.”

“Gotcha! Hopefully this will help you.” LYLA said dissipating away. Miguel stared at the picture of you on one of the screens.

He had to have you. At any means necessary.

🩸

You'd finally saved up for a apartment to where you could stay without the need for dorm mates.

Being a journalism major meant you needed all the focus you could get. And you couldn't find that when around all those people. So you left.

Usually you wrote uplifting pieces for your sister as her and the press don't usually get along well. Even though your pretty sure she knows you wrote majority of her good stories, you also know she'd smile seeing that people appreciated her work.

As you were turned around and began slicing open a box to unpack in your room, a voice boomed from your window. “Hi sweetheart.” From across your room stood a towering Miguel o’Hara. He crawled his way into your room, shutting the window behind him.

“Umm hi Miguel. Are you looking for Jess? She's not here i-” Miguel cut you off.

“I'm not looking for her. I was actually looking for you. I came to talk to you about something.” Miguel started moving closer, slowly stepping towards you. He ducked past your light fixture, finally truly Intimidating you. Something about the way he was coming towards you frightened you. His size almost made it worse.

“Oh. Well of course. You can talk to me about anything.” You trailed off putting your knife to the side, giving Miguel your undivided attention

“I want you to come live with me. At the headquarters. No one has to know. Not even your sister.” He said causally. He was right on you, making you trip and buckle to fall on your bed. You looked up at him, pushing yourself further into the bed.

“That's, crazy Miguel. I can't that, I'm a college student! I don't even know you enough for that!”

"But I know you. I've studied you. Every possibility of you. I know more about you than you know yourself!" You let out a small gasp. This man had been essentially stalking you.

"Miguel. That makes it even worse, the last answer is no. And.... And I need you to go."

“You just don't get it do you?” Miguel's hand hit the wall, claws digging and dragging in the drywall. “I don't think you understand I'm not asking you to do anything. This is me telling you.”

And with that you kicked against him, trying to immobile him at any means possible. You had to find Jessica.

But he grabbed your wrist, trying to drag you to your window. He hoisted you up to his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Let go! Let go of me, Jess! Jess please!!” You began to scream out for your sister seeing if maybe, just maybe she was around to help you.

But she wasn't.

No one was.

You started to beat on Miguel's back. He was now out of your window and climbing up the side of your apartment, heading to the roof. “You better stop fighting, this is destiny. Our destiny.” When he finally made it to the roof he put you down and a hexagonal portal appeared as he messed around with his arm band. You began to heave on impact with the hot concrete. Miguel then turned back towards you, watching in amusement as you dragged yourself slowly to get away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Miguel's head snapped as he stared at LYLA who now stood in front of him at full height. “Your pulling the exact same thing you tried before this, before you made the society! Made me!”

"You don't understand. You will never understand."

"I understand more than you will ever know. You need to stop. And you need to stop now!"

You took this as a opening to crawl your way to the nearest side of the building. You could hear Miguel snarl and yell at Layla. But you tried to pay no mind to that as you looked down over the right edge of the building. You saw a metal of the top apartments stairway.

Fuck this would hurt.

Your body hit the metal with a loud bang, the adrenaline wore off as you finally felt all the bruises and gashes you gotten. “Fuck, my god. Jess… Spider-Woman! Plea-” You felt a hand on the back of your neck. Claws dug in to the front, slightly nicking at your neck.

“Where are you going?”

Miguel picked up your body like you weighed nothing. He then carried and slammed you against the nearby wall. When trying to move your hand to tap on the glass pane, Miguel's other hand grabbed at your wrist, immobilizing you. “Miguel please don't do this! Jessica, she's going to look for me I know it jus-”

“Shh My Love… this won't hurt a bit.” Miguel barred his fangs at you opening wide and moving to your neck. And before you could protest he bit deep into it, venom seeping into your veins. You felt woozy, and realized you couldn't move an inch. Just how he wanted you.

“It's all going to be okay Mi Vida. I know exactly what you need... A family. And not just any family. A family with me."

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Our Little Secret - Chapter 6 (End)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: College AU, Spider-Man/Spider-Girl AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.

Chapter Summary: Eren still can't believe that he just went on a date with the most popular girl in school and kissed the hottest superheroine in town all in one night. He tells himself that he has to make a decision—to choose between you and Spider-Girl, not knowing that you two are the same person. Well, maybe it's time for you to reveal your little secret.

Content Warnings: swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events, a little bit of smut near the end (not too explicit)

Word Count: 16k

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart on Twitter

Armin Arlert loves Eren Jaeger. He does. He really does, like in a platonic-but-can-also-be-qualified-as-super-gay-way-sometimes.

He adores him. Might even name his fictional son after him in the future, who knows? He thinks Eren is the best friend he could ever ask for. Armin wouldn’t put his life on the line to save him, true, (‘cause as much as he loves the guy, that bitch can die on his own since it will probably be because of his damn fault anyway), but he would definitely sacrifice his most precious body pillow if Eren’s life depends on it and that’s saying something. Actually, hold up. Let’s not make any hasty decisions here. It’s a special, limited edition dakimakura with his fictional wife printed on it while wearing a slutty maid outfit. He ain’t gonna throw those glorious 2D titties just for Eren’s lousy ass.

Though his actions may speak otherwise, Armin does care about him. More than he has ever cared about anyone else, really. Even on those days back in high school when he was a bit… bicurious, Armin had imagined himself—more than once (or ten)—being with Eren and how hot it would be if he had Eren all tied up on his bed with his body shrouded by wet tentacles that were stimulating each of his sensitive spots. He knew it was weird to imagine his best friend begging him with tears in his eyes, saying lewd things like “Please, Master Arlert, please give me your thick, hard cock and fill me up with your seeds. I want you to breed me like a fucking whore,” but Armin was an eighteen-year-old virgin with a raging sexual desire, okay? Can you really blame him? (yes, please blame him, he's insane).

It didn’t help that Eren looked so pretty with his hair down either, especially when he was sitting half-naked on Armin’s bedroom floor during those hot summer days with a popsicle stuck inside his mouth, making questionable groaning and sucking noises as he jammed his thumbs against his X-Box controller. It also didn’t help that Armin had watched too much hentai in his spare time but at least, he was proud of it. Eren watched tentacles porn too—and enjoyed it—but he would always pretend he didn’t and say that he preferred lesbian porn just so he could “fit in” and “be normal” or whatever. Fucking coward.

We’re getting sidetracked but the point is, Armin loves Eren to the moon and back, but sometimes, sometimes, he just wants to break all 206 bones in his body, squeeze him into a pulp and flush him down the toilet. And by sometimes, he means now.

“Armin!” He can hear the sounds of small rocks hitting his window, followed by Eren’s husky voice calling his name in a mix between a shout and a whisper. “Armin! Dude, wake up!”

Armin only has one eye opened, glowering at the digital clock on his desk that shows it’s two in the fucking morning. His parents might be heavy sleepers—the government has to drop a nuclear bomb for them to wake up—but Armin needs complete silence to be able to wane into his dreamland (which would be the only place for him to be embraced by his fox-eared waifu). He tries to ignore the asshole standing outside his window, but that so-called green-eyed butthole is as stubborn as he is relentless.

Gathering a handful of pebbles, Eren throws them one by one, continuously hissing Armin’s name like a demonic cat. With each stone hitting his window, Armin transforms even further into a seething monster. By the sixteenth pebble Eren throws, the blonde-haired boy pushes himself off the bed, grabs the baseball bat he hides inside his closet—which he bought not for sport, but for this very reason—and stomps his way to the front door.

“Armin!” Eren rejoices when he sees his best friend walking past his lawn, moving toward him. “Oh, thank God, you’re awake! I need to talk to you—WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO WITH THAT BAT?!”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, JAEGER!”

It’s always like this with them—Eren annoying the shit out of him and Armin trying to kill him two or three times in a row—but it would all end well, not with laughter, but with a massive bump on Eren’s head that may or may not be big enough to trigger permanent brain damage. But then again, Eren is already an idiot. He’s probably maxed out at this point.

“One of these days, Arlert,” Eren groans in pain, rubbing the back of his skull as he wills his tears to stop brimming in his eyes. “I’m gonna file a restraining order on you.”

“That’s my line, you nincompoop.”

“I don’t know what nincompoop means but that doesn't sound pretty.”

The two boys sit on the little stairs that lead to Armin’s porch (five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay). Armin still has his baseball bat between his legs, his golden hair all tousled from his one-hour sleep. Eren, who’s usually attentive to another person’s well-being, is too excited to pay attention to the bags forming under his eyes. Playfully bumping his shoulder against Armin’s, he asks him, “Dude, guess who just had his first kiss tonight?”

“Why do we strive for perfection if it is not attainable?” Armin says, dramatically sighing into the night. “What is the meaning of a good life? Is there a meaning in life itself? Are we human or are we dancers?”

Eren, now confused, has his smile wavering. “The hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, I thought we were just throwing out random questions.”

“That last one wasn’t even a question. That was `Are We Human’ by The Killers.”

“Yes and they were asking us whether we are human or dancers when they should have been asking: why can’t we be both?”

“It’s me,” Eren replies flatly. “I just had my first kiss.”

“Oh, wow, congratulations. I did not see that coming at all.” There’s no mirth or enthusiasm on Armin's face. He's just clapping his hands as he keeps his voice monotone. “Your lips aren’t a virgin anymore. Make sure they don’t turn into a whore.”

Eren, well-accustomed to his sarcasm, remains unfazed, continuously acting like the love-struck puppy that he is. “Aren’t you gonna ask me how it felt like?” He wiggles his eyebrows, showcasing a cheeky grin. “I’ll give you a clue. The word starts with an A and ends with a G.”

“Anal Rimming?”

Eren sends him a flat stare. “It’s amazing.”

“Sure, if you say so. I mean, I’ve never done anal or rimming before so I wouldn’t know, but hey, if it’s amazing then good for you, buddy.”

“I meant the kiss, Armin!”

This attitude Armin is throwing at him is his way of saying dude, I love you but I’m so fucking pissed at you right now, and Eren understands how much he’s being selfish for taking Armin’s precious sleeping time. He knows and he apologizes for it. But if he doesn’t tell Armin about the kiss—about how he’s both overjoyed and conflicted by it—he’s sure as hell he’s going to lose his mind.

Armin, despite how snarky he is, can only exhale exaggeratedly in defeat once Eren puts his best-kicked puppy look on display. “Fine, you twat. Spill.”

And with his permission, Eren’s words come rushing in like a bullet train. “Dude, it was insane.” Whenever he thinks about the kiss, the first thing Eren feels is joy. The kind of joy that is so fierce, it leaves him burned and paralyzed by it. “I’ve been imagining what my first kiss was gonna be like since forever but even the sweetest dream wouldn’t be able to compare to how amazing it was.”

Armin can see it—that glow on his face. It’s the first time he’s ever witnessed his best friend being this happy. It's disgusting. “You sound like that sappy Aerosmith song.”

“And to think that I was having my first kiss upside down!”

“Wait, what?” Armin finally shows a reaction, his eyebrows adjoined in the middle. “Upside-down?”

“Yeah, she was hanging upside down.”

“Hanging? How—why—” You know that Jackie Chan meme? The one with him looking all confused? Yeah, that’s Armin right now. “Where were you? In her room?”

“Umm… no. We were outside.”

“In public?”

“Yeah, but no one was around. Oh wait, there were like three guys around us but they were unconscious.”

The more he explains, the more perplexed Armin becomes. “Why were they—no, who were they?”

“Just some dudes wanting to steal my camera.” Eren turns sheepish, his index finger scratching his cheek at the memory of you fighting so gracefully under the rain, almost like dancing. The words he says don’t match his expression at all. “They had, like, a knife against my throat. It was really scary.”

“Oh yeah, I can tell, ‘cause you’re blushing so hard right now.” At this rate, being sarcastic is the only way for Armin to keep himself sane.

Eren, to Armin’s horror, giggles. “I remember the way she came by. It was so dramatic. She beat their asses to save my life like bam, kapoww, kapoww!”

Almost getting hit by Eren’s lame attempt at re-enacting your punches, Armin cringed, “Please stop.”

“We kinda flirted a little bit after that and I just, you know…” Eren has really turned into a thirteen-year-old girl at this point. “I kissed her. She was hanging upside down. There was rain pouring above our heads and we were, like, smiling into the kiss. It was so romantic.”

Fuck Jackie Chan. That meme needs to be reinvented using Armin’s face now. He’s more confused than any Chinese man could ever be. “Hold up, you fucker.” He pushes his eyeglasses up his nose, a pair of sapphire eyes scrutinizing Eren's face as if he could find the answer if he looks hard enough. “How and why was she hanging upside down?”

“Well, she was about to swing away when I stopped her and so she was hanging onto her web and—”

“Her web?” This dude makes absolutely no fucking sense! Armin is now picturing you (not Spider-Girl. You.) in your preppy girl outfit hanging upside down on a tree like a fucking monkey, exchanging tongues and saliva with an actual monkey who was twice your size. The result? Absolutely ludicrous. “Dude, what kind of kinky shit are you guys into?!”

And it’s only then that Eren remembers something. “Oh, no, you’re getting the wrong idea. I wasn’t talking about her. I kissed a different girl.”

“You kissed a diff—” Armin stops himself before he explodes. Taking a deep breath, exhaling with his eyes closed, he mutters under his voice, “Lord, give me strength.” When he blinks open his eyes again, Armin seems much calmer, although his grip around his baseball bat is tightening twice as hard. His fingers are just itching to smack the shit out of his best friend. Again.

Eren, scared for his life, has both hands in the air. “Calm down, Min.”

“I’m calm, I’m calm.” But he takes another deep breath just in case. Armin smiles—that kind of deadly smile that doesn’t reach his eyes—when he asks, “Let’s start from the beginning. You went on a date with Miss Popular.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you didn’t kiss her and instead you kissed someone else.”

Now that Armin phrases it like that, that feeling of remorse that Eren felt an hour ago comes back rushing in. Eren still loathes himself for kissing another girl right after his date with you ended but the thing is, it felt right. It felt like it was something he had been wishing to happen for years. He had spent all this time imagining what it would be like to share a chaste kiss under the rain with you—the college version of you. But when the moment was there, he couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right. He felt guilt at that time, knowing that Spider-Girl kept showing up in his head when he was supposed to be thinking about you. But he didn't feel any of that when he shared those kisses with that alter ego of yours. He just felt joy. It felt amazing. It felt right.

But with Armin confronting him about it, he returns to the dilemma he was drowning himself in a few hours ago. The time when he realized that he was in love with Spider-Girl instead of you.

“Yeah,” Eren admits in shame, casting his gaze downward. “I kissed someone else.”

Armin fixes his glasses again, just so he’d have something to do instead of looking flabbergasted at the revelation. “And who did you kiss?”

“Umm… Spider-Girl.”

Armin looks at him and Eren looks back. Three seconds pass by in silence and then—

“AW!” Eren shouts in reflex, not caring if it’s two-thirty in the morning, right after Armin smacked him with the end of his baseball bat. “Dude, stop doing that! It hurts!”

“You’re fucking with me,” Armin says, hitting him repetitively on his side. “You’re absolutely fucking with me right now. Can’t believe I woke up to listen to you spouting bullshit!”

“I’m not bullshitting you!” Eren winces, trying to dodge his next attack.

“You’re saying you kissed one of the town's hottest superheroines? The same girl who took down the Lizard—no, the same girl who looks smoking hot in that white spandex—you kissed that girl?”

“Yes! Fuck—Stop hitting me!” Eren, at some point, manages to snatch away the bat from Armin’s grip. His body feels sore all over, even more than when he fought those men in the alley. “Yes, Armin, I kissed her.”

“Yeah,” Armin snorts. “And I just had some raunchy sex in the barn with Green Goblin. Expect his babies to pop out of my ass in nine months.”

The brunette rolls his eyes. “Look, Spider-Girl and I have been friends for weeks now. Here.” Eren retrieves his phone from his pocket, going through his gallery before he shows the selfie he took with you in your costume on the night you shared stories on the rooftop of St. Mark’s theater. You were both so close to each other, shoulders nearly squeezed together as you tried to fit your faces inside the frame. Eren had the biggest, gleeful grin, his skin seemingly tanner than usual next to your white mask and hoodie. Armin examines the picture with suspicious eyes, his gaze shifting back and forth from his friend’s face to his phone.

“Hmm, very convincing,” Armin comments. “Not sure where you found the skill to photoshop this shit so fast when it took you a week to choose a fucking filter for your Twitter PFP but okay. Assume that I believe you—I don’t,” he emphasizes. “But for the sake of our conversation, let’s just assume I do."

"Fine."

"So you kissed her.”

“Yeah.”

“Upside down in the rain?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And how was it?”

“It was…” Eren’s cheeks sizzle at the memory. “They were… soft. Her lips, I mean. They were so soft and they tasted… sweet.”

Armin’s expression turns from suspicious to I’m-tired-of-your-shit-Jaeger in 0.2 seconds. “I was thinking more like it was bad because I’m sure she had rain clogging up her nose, ‘cause that would’ve sounded more realistic, but sure, let’s be corny.”

“Wait,” Eren blanches. “Do you think she was uncomfortable?” It’s stupid that he only realizes this now, but then again, what else is new?

“Yeah, well,” Armin shrugs. “Hanging upside down certainly didn’t seem like it was the best position to make out in, 'cause you have blood rushing to your head and all. And since it was raining, she definitely had water getting up her nose.”

“Oh my God,” Eren utters in horror, his hands going to his head. “Why didn’t I think about that?”

“Probably cause you were too busy sticking your tongue down her throat.”

Eren has no consistency in managing his emotions because at one point he was panicking, and now, he’s back to giggling like a schoolgirl. “Yeah, we used tongue a few times. It was so exciting.”

“Give me back my bat. I’m gonna kill myself with it.”

But jokes aside, the question remains. How could Eren, who has zero games in dating as far as Armin knows, kiss another girl—and not just another girl, Spider-Girl—right after he went on a date with one of his campus’ most popular girls? Even the sentence sounds bizarre and he hasn’t spoken them out loud. Most importantly, though, why? Why did Eren do it? “I thought you were in love with her,” Armin says. “Miss Popular, I mean. You spent the entire summer jerking off to that one picture of her wearing that short skirt and now you’re saying you like some other girl whose face you don’t even know?”

“Did you have to phrase it like that?” Eren mumbles in shame though he can’t deny the fact that he did spend—well, not the entire summer, the entire two weeks, probably—masturbating to the thoughts of you. It wasn’t the proudest moment in his life, but in his defense, that skirt you wore looked super cute on you. “I know, I fucked up,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m the worst.”

“How did this even happen?”

Eren tells him everything, and the more details he reveals, the harder he drowns in his guilt. He feels like he just betrayed and disrespected you—both you and Spider-Girl and it hurts him terribly because he still can’t decide between the two of you. He’s so conflicted he feels like he’s about to vomit his insides.

“It’s so weird, you know?” Eren says. “At the end of the date, I was sure she wanted me to kiss her. I mean, like, the moment was there. We both felt it, and I wanted to do it but I… I kept thinking about Spider-Girl and it just felt… wrong. I didn’t want our first kiss to go that way—me kissing a girl while thinking about another girl. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

“Should’ve just kissed her, in my opinion,” Armin counters. “If you had done it, it would’ve been easier for you to make sure of your feelings now.”

“But that would’ve made me the biggest asshole in the world.”

“You are the biggest asshole in the world. But yeah, probably. Did it feel right when you kissed Spider-Girl?”

Though the remorse on Eren’s face still stands vividly, some of it morphs into delight at the memory. “Yes, it was,” he admits. “It felt like… something I should’ve done weeks ago, you know? Like, why didn’t I realize sooner that I’m in love with her kind of feeling. And I keep thinking about everything—about my feelings toward Spider-Girl and my feelings toward her and it’s stressing me out. Do you think a man can be in love with two girls at the same time?”

“You’re talking to a guy who has, like, seven different waifus. Of course, you can,” Armin snorts. “The problem is, unlike my wives who don’t know I exist, you have to choose. Unless you want to continue being a gigantic fucking asshole for the rest of your life, you need to decide who you want to be with.”

“I know...” Eren starts chewing on the inside of his cheek. It feels like he has a storm raging inside him. “I think I’m in love with Spider-Girl because I feel like… I know her better. I mean, I’ve been spending more time with her, so she feels more like a person to me. More… You know, real.”

Armin nods. “But when you went on a date with Miss Popular, did you enjoy it?”

“I did.” His answer is immediate. “More than I expected I would. She was so nice and funny and she… She gave me a scarf ‘cause she thought I was cold. She was so caring. She was great.”

“What if her personality is just as attractive as Spider-Girl’s then?” Armin provides a new perspective—a genuinely good one, which is rare considering how big of a pervert he is. “I feel like you just need some time to get to know her better.”

“Yeah, but how can I do that if I keep thinking about Spider-Girl? What if every time I see her, all I do is compare her traits to hers? It’s not fair.”

“Okay, let me ask you this,” Armin sighs loudly into the air. “Can you really see yourself dating a superhero? You don’t even know her real identity or what she looks like. What if she’s ugly?”

“I don’t care how she looks.” Determination stands thick in Eren’s voice. “It’s her—” He clears his throat, his face turning scarlet. “I-it’s her heart that I love.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up on you.”

“I mean like her mannerisms!” Eren hastily adds when Armin threatens to jam a finger inside his own mouth. “Her attitudes, the way she talks, the way she thinks, and the stuff we talk about—that’s what I care about the most. She’s my best friend.”

“Excuse me?” Armin repeats, offended, picking up his weapon.

“A-after you, of course.”

“That’s right, bitch.” He drops his baseball bat back to the ground. “Okay, fine, you don’t care if she’s ugly. Not my problem. But does she like you?”

“I think so? I mean, she kept asking me to kiss her again. You don’t do something like that with someone you don’t like, right?”

“Yeah, well, strangers fuck at nightclubs all the time. I won’t think too much over a kiss.”

The pretty shade of red that paints Eren’s face turns pale by the second. “You don’t think she likes me?”

“I do, but is it enough for her to want to date you?” Armin lands a hand on the other man’s shoulder, giving him his best sympathetic look. “I wouldn’t be so sure, man. Look, I’m not trying to sound like a douchebag for crushing your R-rated dream so early like this but you’re my friend and you need a reality check so here it goes. She’s a superhero. Okay? She’s busy. She doesn’t have time to play tonsil hockey with nerds like us. Plus, if she cares about you then maybe she won’t date you ‘cause you’ve seen what happened to Mary Jane, right? That chick got taken hostage at least once a week these days, ’cause of what?”

“Umm… Cause she’s dating Peter Parker?”

“That’s absolutely right, you nincompoop.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what nincompoop means.”

“At this point, MJ doesn’t even scream anymore when she has a gun pointed at her head. She’s just like—” Armin pretends he has his smartphone between his hands, his thumbs moving to type something. He keeps his face blank and his voice monotone, talking in an exaggerated New York accent. “‘Oh no, please, don’t hurt me, I’m scareeeed. Hashtag SpideyDrama, hashtag Spidey-MJLoveStory. Take a cute selfie with my kidnapper—” He pretends to take a picture, puckering his lips while forming a peace sign with his two fingers. “—aaaand post.’”

Under different circumstances, Eren would have laughed. Armin’s impression of her was spot on. “Yeah, but that’s because everyone knows that Peter is Spider-Man. No one knows who Spider-Girl is.”

“Yes, but if you keep making out with her in public, they’ll know about you, and then what? You want to start doing your own TikTok trend? Hashtag PrayforErenJaegerTheNewDamselinDistress?” Eren parts his lips to answer but he’s stopped by two hands squeezing him by the shoulders. “Look. Just give Miss Popular another try, okay? It’s easier to be with her than being with Miss Vigilante, I promise you. Plus, Spider-Girl knows how you feel about her, right? Don’t you think it would make you sound like a player if you talked like a lovesick fool about another girl, but then you confessed to her three days later?”

Again, it’s absolutely ridiculous that Eren just realized this now. “You’re right,” he utters in horror. “Holy shit, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am.” Armin scoffs, tossing back his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. “Forget about Spider-Girl for now. Give it a week or two to sort out your feelings. Or focus on something else, like jerk off to your favorite tentacle porn or something. If you still feel like you can’t move on from her then, we’ll go to Plan B.”

“W-what is that?”

Armin retrieves his bat. “Me, beating the shit out of you until you suffer from a massive concussion and forget about this whole thing.”

“Yeah, why don’t we just stick to Plan A for now, thanks. But no tentacle porn.”

"Pfft, whatever, your loss."

***

You have never—never—felt like you were floating in the clouds after sharing a kiss with a boy, and yet there you are, climbing through your window with the biggest dopey smile on your face. You take off your mask, throwing yourself on your bed with the longest, most blissful, content sigh you’ve ever heaved in your life.

You have two fingers tracing over the seam of your lips, your skin somehow still tingles whenever the memory of that kiss resurfaces. The sweet, pleasant taste of his mouth still lingers near. The soft texture of his lips is the best thing you’ve ever felt against your own.

“Eren…” His name drifts past your lips and you find yourself giggling, turning over to your stomach before you let out a high-pitched scream against your pillow. It felt like a first love’s kiss and perhaps it was since he is your first love, isn’t he? You haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Every cell in your body seems to scream I love him, I love him, I love him every time his smile appears behind your closed lids. It feels like you’re thirteen again, just a lovesick girl whose fingers are itching to pour every emotion you felt into your journal.

Dear diary, I’m in love.

You didn’t think your first kiss with him would be like that, but it was ten times better. No, a million times better, even if you did have rain clogging up your nose at some point. Eren was so… passionate, you think to yourself as you feel your stomach flipping at the memory of his lips melding against yours. You may be a virgin, but unlike him, you have experienced many first kisses before and none of them was this memorable. None of them managed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach as his kisses did. And none of those boys tasted as good as he was.

“I am down so bad,” you sigh as you hug your pillow close to your chest, a dreamy smile sketched upon your lips. I can’t wait for tomorrow to come. I want to see him. I want to be with him again.

With that thought in mind, you begin to create your diabolical plan to reveal your true identity to him. As cute as he was looking all conflicted from falling in love with both you and Spider-Girl, you decide not to torture him even longer. It’s unbelievable, the amount of elation you felt the moment you realized that he’s fallen for Spider-Girl. It’s clear proof that he wasn’t just attracted to your looks, but your personality too. It puts you at ease, knowing that he keeps catching feelings no matter what persona you’re putting in front of him. He fell for you when you were just an innocent little girl who couldn’t do anything but fangirl over Wonder Woman all day. He fell for you when he saw you stepping onto the podium to accept your science medal, blinding everyone with your perfect smile. And he fell for Spider-Girl, your alter ego that embodied your true personality.

I wonder how you would react when you find out that I’m all those three?

“Maybe I should step up my game,” you mumble to yourself. “Maybe I should be a little…”

The corners of your mouth curve up. Your smirk is just straight-up evil at this point. Hell, even Norman Osborn didn’t look this wicked when he turned into Green Goblin.

“Aggressive.”

***

When Eren told his brother, Zeke Jaeger, that he wanted to borrow his motorcycle to pick up a girl this morning, his brother was on the floor. Literally on the floor.

Zeke was skeptical at first, snorting loudly as he muttered, “Pfft. As if you could get a girl to notice you. Bet my ass you’re just being delusional.” But then Eren, heaving the biggest sigh, raised his phone in the air, flashed his wallpaper—that one picture you took on your date with you smiling as you kissed his cheek—on his brother’s face and Zeke collapsed to his knees.

“Oh my God.” Zeke landed both palms on the parquet, eyes shaking in horror. “Oh my fucking God.”

Eren, who was accustomed to his brother’s dramatic antics, simply shrugged when his aunt Dina looked at them funny. “He’s having a moment,” he explained and Dina just returned to her cooking, not wanting to deal with any of that.

It usually took Zeke a while to get back on his feet—literally—when he was having an episode like that. Eren simply waited with his back leaning against the wall, checking his watch with boredom written in his eyes. “Try and make it quick. I got a date.”

“I can’t believe you found yourself a girl before me,” Zeke sobbed. “I thought it was Armin dressing up as a girl again—"

“We’re over that phase now.”

“—but no, she’s actually a cute fucking chick. Probably has massive badonkers too.”

“Please don’t say that.” Great, now I can’t stop thinking about it too, Eren adds inwardly, face flushed. What if she… does have massive badonkers—I mean, tits—I mean, breasts. He shakes his head. Eren, you idiot. Who cares if she has huge boobs or not. Flat, or huge, those are still great tits—no, stop thinking about her tits!

“Fuck, what if it’s true?” Zeke looked up to his brother from below, like a tortured servant to his sadistic master. “What if she’s packing some dobonhonkeros? Like, massive dohoonkabhankoloos, ya know what I mean? Big old tonhongerekoogers—”

“Language, Zeke,” Dina chimes in from the kitchen. “I don’t understand what you’re saying but I know they’re filthy words so stop it.”

Eren, in the meantime, is conflicted between not thinking about your breasts or smacking the shit out of his brother. “You’re being disrespectful, stop it.”

“GOD, I WANT A GIRLFRIEND—”

“JUST GIVE ME THE GODDAMN KEYS!”

Zeke, almost with tears painting his eyes, handed them over to him. “Once you’re finished with it, do me a favor and just run me over. I don’t have the dignity to keep on living anymore.”

“Will do,” Eren said—promised—as he threw a black leather jacket on top of his white shirt. “I’ll be back in two hours,” he informed his aunt. “We’re just gonna study in my room after that.”

“Studying each other’s bodies?” Zeke uttered with jealousy coating his tongue. “Gross.”

“Statistics, actually.” Eren planted a small peck on Dina's cheek. “See you, Aunt Dina.”

“Bye, love,” Dina chuckled, seemingly proud that her nephew—one that she regarded as her own child, unlike the other one—was old enough to bring a pretty girl home with him. “Make sure to bring her something. Us girls love gifts.”

“Okay.”

“And buy some condoms on your way home.”

Eren nearly tripped over his feet. “I-it’s not like that!”

Zeke was lying flat on the floor at this point, like a stabbed victim on a crime scene, only in his case, the knife was invisible and he was bleeding tears from his eyes. “When can I get myself some bonkhonagahoogs…”

“Please kick him out before I get home,” Eren said.

“Trust me, darling,” Dina sighed. “I've been trying to do that since day one.”

“Guys, I’m literally right here.”

“Shut up, Zeke.”

***

Eren is just as jittery as he was during his first date with you, only this time, it’s ten times worse as he keeps thinking about Spider-Girl no matter how much he tries not to. The guilt he felt over the kiss sticks permanently in his mind, and it feels like he just committed adultery with a church elder or something when he isn’t even in a relationship with you—any version of you. But even so, he tries to stick close to his plan. He has promised to spend some time studying for finals with you, and he intends to give his full attention to you and no one else. Since he’d brought you a bouquet yesterday, he decided to buy you homemade chocolate truffles from this cute candy store downtown, one that Dina claimed to be the best one in the world.

He arrives two hours early at your ballet studio, feeling so nervous to see you again that he feels like the whole world is spinning too fast before him. He’s waiting outside in the parking lot, leaning against Zeke’s all-black Royal Enfield Classic 350 with his phone in one hand and his head on the clouds.

What am I going to say to her? Can I even act normally around her? What if she—

“Eren.”

“Fuck!” The boy jumps on his feet, almost losing his grip on his phone from how startled he is. He spins his head around to the side, spotting you standing close with your gym bag slinging on one shoulder. His shock-filled eyes quickly traverse down your body, taking in the sight of you dressed casually in your fitted black tank top and white track jacket. “W-why are you not wearing your tutus?”

Out of all the things he could’ve said, of course, that’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth. “Because I’m still outside and my practice isn’t going to start for another ten minutes?” You reply with a hint of teasing in your voice. “You look handsome today, by the way. I always think you look hotter wearing a leather jacket instead of a hoodie. Not that I don’t like it, though. Hoodies make you look cute.”

This is an ambush, Eren thinks. You, casually throwing your compliment at him as if it’s nothing, feel like a fucking ambush to him. “I—Umm—You look—You look cute too.”

“Thank you,” you titter. “I can’t believe you arrived here before me.”

“Oh... Y-yeah.” It suddenly feels like it’s twenty degrees hotter for him. “I guess I was a little early.”

“As always,” you toss him a smile—the one that has the perfect amount of beauty and shyness that makes his heart swell in his chest. “You’re not planning to wait out here for two hours, are you?” When Eren has no answer to give, you chuckle. “Gosh, you are too cute. Come here.”

“Huh?”

“You can wait inside.” It’s so natural the way you tangle your hand around his even when you can feel your own heart palpitating. “It’s warmer there.”

Eren, with his cheeks turning scarlet, follows after you. “Is—is it really okay?”

“Well, no. Usually, we don’t allow strangers to watch our rehearsals.”

“Then, why—”

“Relax, Ren.” You hurl a wink at him. “Petra—my instructor—is a close friend of my mother. I’ll just tell her you’re my boyfriend and she’ll make an exception for me.”

Three things left him dumbfounded. The first one is clearly the fact that you just called him your boyfriend. Second, it’s that naughty, naughty wink you threw at him, one that matches your cute little devilish grin. But none of those were as surprising as the way you called him with that nickname.

Ren.

You’ve never called him that before, have you? But Spider-Girl called him Ren all the time, which is why to his ears, it sounds so familiar. The way you said it. The way your voice sounded when you did. Even if his mind tries to deny it, his heart still pounds. It feels so strange for this to just be a coincidence but you don’t give him a chance to think about it long.

“I’m gonna go change into my tutus, okay?” You tease him once you enter the studio, chuckling at your own words. “You can sit at the back. Try not to stare at the other girls as you wait.”

He knows he’s dumb but today he just feels ten times dumber and it shows. “W-why not?”

“Well, obviously, because you’re pretending to be my boyfriend today.” You reach out a hand to fix the collar of his jacket, watching him flinch at the way your fingers brush against his collarbone. “And also…” You look up at him, turning your voice into a breathy whisper as you feign a pout. “I don’t like seeing you look at other girls. I want you to look at me.” You take a hold of his key-shaped pendant, twisting your fingers around his necklace. “Only me.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If there was steam coming out of his ears, Eren wouldn’t be surprised. He does feel like his face is about to explode. “I-I’ve only been looking at you.”

“You sure?” Your tongue peeks out to wet your lower lip and Eren swallows at the sight. “You seemed so… distracted last night. You weren't thinking about some other girl, were you?”

He’s staring at your lips. He’s definitely staring at your lips. Oh my God, her lips. “I—I didn't—I wasn’t—” He’s panicking. He’s already having a hard time trying to stay alive from your attack. You really didn’t need to bring back Spider-Girl into his head, but you did and that’s why you fit more as a supervillain instead of a hero.

Eren can practically taste the minty scent of your breath from how close you are when you grin at him. “I’m kidding,” you giggle, patting his cheek and giving him back his space. “You look like you’re about to pass out. You okay over there, big boy?”

“Yeah…” Just feeling like I’m having a cardiac arrest but I’m fine. “Good luck with your dancing—your practice. Break an arm.”

God, he’s an idiot, I love him. Refraining yourself from laughing, you stand on your toes and grant him a soft kiss on his cheek. “It’s break a leg, dummy,” you whisper in his ear, your smirk brushing against his earlobe. His face is practically in flames when you turn on your heels, tossing him one last smile before you disappear inside the changing room.

The rehearsal starts on time and there you are, walking back into the studio dressed in pink seamed ballet tights, a black halter-neck leotard, and a pair of beige pointe shoes. Your outfit, the way the fabric hugs your body tightly, leaves no room for his imagination to wander. It’s so unfair that you look both adorable and effortlessly sexy at the same time. Eren doesn’t know whether he wants to say, “You’re so cute, I want to squeeze your cheeks!” or “You’re so hot, I wanna clap those cheeks.” He wants to do both, honestly, but he’ll need to rephrase that last line if he wants to be, ehem, respectful.

He can see your back muscles contracting as you perform, your skin glistening under the light, coated by a thin layer of sweat that somehow only makes you look more erotic. He hates the way his mind thinks, so he tries to focus on your movements instead. Every posture you strike is as graceful as it is beautiful and Eren has to remind himself to blink before his eyes fall out of his sockets from staring too long.

You try to concentrate as much as you can on the instructions Petra gives you but every time you see your reflection in the mirror, you also notice the way his eyes are entranced with every gesture you make. He’s staring at you like you’re the only girl in the room—the only girl in the world, even. As much as it pleases you to be the center of his attention, it’s also harder for you to focus on your steps. You just can’t wait for your practice to end.

Eren is so captivated by everything you do, and if he had brought his camera with him, he would’ve taken every bit of your expression. He wishes he could record everything. The way your body moves… Even the slightest lift of your finger is fascinating to him. At this moment, all thoughts about Spider-Girl vanish away from his mind. It feels like he’s falling for you all over again, his heart throbbing like on that day when he saw you on campus for the first time. You’re so pretty. So, so pretty that you leave him breathless.

“Hey,” you greet him again once your rehearsal has ended. “Sorry you had to wait long.” You’re dabbing a towel against the side of your face, gathering your belongings in your arms as the other students are making their way to the changing room without you. “I’m all sweaty so I’m just gonna go take a shower real quick. Is that okay?”

Eren can see a bead of sweat running down the side of your face, disappearing right between your cleavage. It’s the most pornographic thing he’s ever seen and this comes from the man who spent the whole summer watching questionable porn clips with Armin. It also doesn’t help that Zeke’s face keeps appearing in his mind, whispering to him, “Bro, look at those badonkers,” and no, Eren doesn’t want to look at your badonk—breasts. It’s very inappropriate, and you deserve to be respected.

Fucking monke. Eren is going to run him over for real after this.

“Eren? You okay there?”

He coughs once, trying to focus on your face instead of your, in Zeke’s words, dohoonkabhankoloos. “Yes, I—uhh… I’ll just go wait outside, okay?”

“Okay.”

You’re not sure what you’re expecting but when Eren walks away without saying anything about your performance, you feel a sliver of disappointment growing inside you. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you tighten your grip around your bag and pivot on your heels.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Eren says, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around, facing him with a questioning brow. The boy smiles at you, doing it so beautifully, so delicately, so lovingly that you feel like you can fight the whole world just to protect that smile. “You look so beautiful when you dance,” he says, his eyes gleaming in the adoration he holds for you. “So graceful, you’re like, uhh… Like an angel.”

It’s corny. It’s corny and cliche, and embarrassing, and you love it. If anyone else had said it, it would’ve sounded like the cringiest pick-up line, but not him. Eren said it like a confession as if he truly felt that way and he had to tell you the truth no matter what. He doesn’t intend to sound corny, of course, but what can he do? You did look like an angel in his head. But now that he’s hearing the words out loud, he can’t help but feel mortified by them. “S-sorry,” he blushes. “I didn’t mean to sound so… lame.”

“No, it’s fine.” You could feel a pleasant warmth pooling inside your stomach. “Thank you.” You smile back at him, a bit timidly but as beautiful as always. “Will you… come and watch my recital next time? It’s not until three months from now, but—”

“Of course!” His eyes light up in excitement, his voice loud enough to make three people turn their heads at the sound. “Of course, I would love to! Can I bring my camera with me?”

You almost laugh. He reminds you of that little Siberian husky he owns, the way she looked so excited as she ran down the street, chasing a hummingbird. “Yes. Yes, you can.”

***

There are a lot of things Eren is grateful for in his life. He’s thankful that he has his Aunt Dina taking care of him and his brother after his parents passed away. He’s thankful that he has Zeke, no matter how obnoxious he is, for always lending him his credit card whenever Eren is in desperate need of money (involuntarily, true, but let’s not get into details). He’s thankful that he has Armin in his life to knock some sense back into him, both literally and figuratively speaking. And of course, he’s thankful that he met you—every version of you, though he hasn't noticed yet. But today… Today he doesn’t direct his gratitude to his Lord. Today, he wants to thank whoever it was who decided that motorcycles should have these super cramped seats because holy shit, they’re doing God’s work.

“I’m sorry for holding onto you like this,” you say with your hands tangled around his waist, a little bit embarrassed with how close you are to him. The motorcycle itself is designed to be a two-seater, but apparently, comfort for the pillion has not been a priority—which is a good thing for Eren because you don’t have other options left but to have your front all squeezed against his spine to fit in.

“Umm…” Eren swallows and he swallows hard. You’re wearing his leather jacket above your clothes and yet he can still feel the way your breasts—oh my God, they’re so soft—are pressed against his back. Maintaining his eyes on the road, he tries to focus on his surroundings as best as he can. “I-it’s okay.”

“Are you sure you’re not cold? You can take back your jacket if you want. I can just use mine.”

“No, it’s fine. Yours is too thin.” He refrains himself from sniffling because damn it, it is cold. He should’ve thought of bringing a spare jacket for you, but no, of course, being the idiot that he was, he didn’t. “Don’t worry about it. My house isn’t far from here.”

“Okay.” Despite his reassurance, you still have your eyebrows knitted in concern as you can still feel him shivering from the cold. As a way to warm him up—which is only an excuse for you to touch him even more, and to continue with your diabolical plan—you embrace him from behind, tightening your arms around him just a little bit harder.

Fuck, Eren thinks, face flushed. You’re plastered against him like a conjoined twin and he can feel your warmth seeping through his shirt. It’s a wonder that he’s still able to maintain his grip on his vehicle. “W-what are you doing?”

“Umm… Making you feel warm?” You reply sheepishly which drives him insane. You’re already so beautiful and sexy in his head, now you get to be so innocently adorable too?

Eren only responds with a little "Oh..." because that’s the only thing his pea-brain can manage to form with all this blood rushing to his head. God, you wish you could steal a glimpse of his face. What kind of expression does he have right now? He must look so cute.

He’s dying, that’s how he looks. Probably about to combust into flames too. Why are they so sooooft, Eren wants to whine, feeling your chest pushed up against his back even more. Is this the kind of sweet torture people talk about? The kind that makes you feel like you’re both in heaven and hell at the same time? It certainly feels like one.

“Sorry, Ren…” Noticing the way his body is tensing, you loosen up your hold. “Am I making you feel uncomfortable?”

“No!” Eren takes off his left hand from the steering wheel and snatches yours back before you can retrieve it. He keeps it in place, pressing your splayed fingers tight against his stomach until you can feel the shape of his abdomens underneath the thin layer of his white shirt.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” he says, his voice subdued by the wind. You fail to notice the way he stutters his words. “Hold on tight so you won’t fall."

When he’s only driving twenty miles per hour because of traffic ahead, even if you did fall, you would only get a scratch on your palm at most but neither of you cares. You both know it’s just an excuse anyway. "Okay."

"And also, uhh…” Eren is glad he has his helmet on to conceal his face. “It’s… warm. You, I mean. You're so warm.”

“I'm glad I am,” you giggle, winding your arm around him again, even going as far as resting your chin on his shoulder. Feeling a bit naughty, you lower your pitch, seduction ringing in his ears. “Kinda wish we were alone in your room right now,” you purr, your fingers hovering dangerously close above the hem of his jeans. “I know something else we can do to warm you up.”

That’s it. That’s the final string. Eren’s concentration breaks and he’s easily startled by the car driving past him on his right. Veering his vehicle immediately to the side, he nearly collides with the motorcycle on his left.

“WATCH IT, JACKASS!”

“Sorry,” Eren mutters in chagrin, while you’re cackling like a witch behind him. From his bar-end mirror, you can see how he childishly pouts at your laughter. “Why are you laughing—that wasn’t funny!”

“It was a bit funny,” you sneer. “You panicked like a girl.”

“Well, you were saying some nasty things to me!”

“What nasty things?”

“Y-you said you were going to do something else to warm me up.”

“Yes, I was speaking about making some hot chocolate for you. What were you thinking about?”

He opens his mouth, closes it, and repeats these two actions three times more before he gives up and grouses, “Oh, shut up.” Eren spends the rest of his drive pretending to be upset about it, even when you can tell he’s having the hardest time masking his smile. He can’t do it for long since your giggle is infectious.

“You seem happy,” he comments, mirroring the joy on your face.

“That’s because I am,” you reply, snuggling close. “I feel like I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”

Oh, for fuck's sake. “Don’t make me crash our bike into another car, I swear to God—”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

When the laughter has receded, Eren shares stories about Dina and Zeke, the two family members he loves dearly—well, he loves Dina, Zeke can go to hell (affectionately)—and how they are very excited to meet you today. But the second you arrive at his house, no one comes to answer the door.

“Weird,” Eren mutters as he walks past the entrance, dropping the keys on the counter. “I thought they’d be—” He stops short when he notices a piece of paper lying on the coffee table. With a frown, he picks it up and runs his eyes across Dina’s neat handwriting.

Zeke and I are going shopping to give you kids some time alone. We’ll eat outside too so we won’t be back until nine. Remember to use protection ;) - Love, Dina.

Eren, too busy trying to understand what the fuck is going on, doesn’t notice the way you’re standing on your toes, trying to steal a peek at the paper from behind his shoulder. Unlike him who needs a whole minute to process her words, it only takes two seconds for you to finish reading the whole thing.

Eren shrieks at your presence, crumples the paper with both hands, tosses it inside the trash bin, and hopes the whole thing gets swallowed by hellfire. “You—You didn’t read that, did you?” It feels like he has his heart throbbing in his throat.

“Read what?” You play dumb, even tilting your head to the side for a cute, dramatic effect.

“Nothing,” he says, and when you arch your eyebrow at him, he spins you around, placing both hands on your shoulder as he guides you down the hallway. “Let’s just go to my room. Go, go, go, go, go.”

“Wait.” You stop him with one hand in the air, putting on your best solemn face. “Have you brought protection with you?”

“OH MY GOD, GO!”

***

Things aren’t going as smoothly as Eren had planned. Actually, nothing went as planned. For all he knew, all he had been doing was just turning red like a fucking tomato for the whole two hours he had spent with you, and you teasing the shit out of him. And it doesn’t seem like you’re going to stop anytime soon!

Is she planning to kill me? He sighs as he opens the door that leads to his bedroom, welcoming you in. She wasn’t like this yesterday. Now, don’t get him wrong. Eren loves how aggressive you’re being—he hasn’t unlocked his kink yet, but he’s secretly a sub who longs to be dominated by his women, both in bed and in real life—but with how smooth you’re going right now, constantly flirting with him as if it would kill you if you didn’t make him blush every ten minutes, this is getting so bad for his heart.

And it doesn’t help that he’s now alone with you in an empty house for the next—he takes a glimpse at his phone screen to check on the time—three hours and twelve minutes. His thoughts are going insane. From Dina’s message to the image of you in your skin-tight leotard, and of course, the way you embraced him on the ride home too. You’ve been giving him signs that you like him. You’re more honest and blatant compared to how you behaved during your date, and as much as he is certain that Spider-Girl is the woman he’s in love with, he can’t deny that he has feelings for you too. And the way you’re looking at him right now, sitting on the edge of his bed in your cute little red dress and your cute little matching headband with your smile never faltering away from your lips—everything about you right now is so… titillating.

“You’re such a dirty boy,” you smirk.

Eren nearly collapses. “W-what?” What the hell is happening? She can hear my thoughts now? WHAT IS GOING ON?! “What do you—I’m not—I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I said you’re a dirty boy.” Your salacious smirk turns into a mischievous grin. “As in your room is a mess.”

“Oh!” He laughs once in relief, his hand coming up to wipe cold sweat off his forehead. “Oh, you were talking about my room, thank God.” Wait. He panics again, eyes moving back and forth from one corner to another, scanning his room. He’s sure that he’s cleaned up everything he could this morning, and by cleaning up, he means picking everything off the floor, jamming them inside his closet, and pretending that they don’t exist. Everything seems to be in order. There are no clutters on his computer desk. No laundry on the floor. Sure, the books on his shelf are in disarray, but at least they’re not too dusty. “It looks clean to me, though.”

“On the outside, sure,” you titter. “But your wardrobe looks like it’s seconds away from exploding. I don’t need to take a peek inside to know that you have dirty clothes and questionable things stored there.”

“I don’t have… q-questionable things,” Eren says very unconvincingly. Poor boy can’t lie to save his life. Unable to stand the way you narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, he sighs in defeat, “Well, it depends on how you define questionable.”

“Playboy magazines?”

“Nope.” Why should I buy one when I can just see naked girls for free on PornHub?

“Erotic novels?”

“No.” Ha ha, too bad. You were close, though, cause instead of erotic novels, I read—

“Erotic mangas, then?”

Fuck. “N-no,” he coughs out.

You wait for him, watching him with the nastiest grin you could muster until he gives up on his lies. “All right, all right, you got me,” Eren says, rolling his eyes. “I have some hentai mangas hidden in my closet. Happy now?”

“Immensely,” you chirp back and whatever it is you’re doing, it’s working well because Eren feels like he can breathe properly again.

Now that the tension isn’t as suffocating, you both settle down on the carpeted floor, your backside leaning against the side rail of his bed. You have your textbook perched on your lap, a pen between your fingers as you teach him about univariate and bivariate transformations. Eren wears a pair of eyeglasses when he studies, and you hate whoever invented those black frames for making him look more attractive than he already is as if his little man-bun wasn’t strong enough to emphasize that.

An hour passes by in a flash and Eren asks for a ten-minute break. You follow him to the kitchen, watching him make two cups of hot chocolate while casually throwing back some of your earlier teasings. It feels so domestic—the playful banter you throw, the way you share smiles and giggles while you both sit on the kitchen aisle with your legs dangling in the air. And while you secretly fantasize about spending every morning with him like this, Eren is constantly reminded of the time he spent with Spider-Girl.

Why does this feel so familiar? He ponders. Is your personality similar to hers? Is it the way you talk? Or is it because he unconsciously starts projecting Spider-Girl on you? Because he can’t stop thinking about her even when he’s trying his best to focus on you today? He grows restless at the thoughts. Because if that’s the case, then what’s the point of doing this? It’s clear that he’s still searching for Spider-Girl everywhere he goes. Even when he’s seeing you, he still thinks about her. He was sure he managed to forget about her earlier today, but the more he grows comfortable with you, and the more you show your true personality to him, the more he sees Spider-Girl in you.

When you return to his bedroom with him trailing after you, you notice a little box sliding out of his bag. Eren follows your gaze, mumbling, “Oh, shit, I forgot,” under his breath before he snatches it away. “I bought something for you earlier today,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of his bed with you settling down right next to him. “I wanted to give this to you back when we were at the studio but…” He smiles a little bit sheepishly as he hands it over to you. “I got, uhh… distracted.”

The way he said his words, it was clear that you were his distraction. “Thank you,” you reply, your fingers playing with the little red bow that ties the package together. “You’re always so thoughtful. I wanted to give you something too, actually, but I couldn’t get it done on time. It’s going to take a little while before I can finish it.”

“Oh?” His whole face brightens at once, seemingly giddy at the thought, as it would be the first time he’ll receive a handmade gift from the opposite sex. “You’re making something for me?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” Your coquettish smile quickly becomes one of his favorite things in the world. “For now,” you land a hand on his shoulder, leaning up to brush your lips lightly against his cheek. The kiss is light and chaste, and yet, Eren turns rigid, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. You break away with a bashful smile painting your lips. “I hope that’s okay?”

“Umm…” He mumbles out, unfocused. “Yeah…”

The moment is there. The same atmosphere, the same tension that you felt when you were about to part ways at the end of your date has returned, ten times thicker than before. You maintain your gaze on his face, while Eren learns the texture of your lips with his eyes. They seem so soft, so inviting and he wants it. He wants to know how it would feel like to have your mouths pressed against one another but at the same time…

He’s conflicted again, you think to yourself, and if you’re not careful, your devilish smirk will rise to the surface again. It’s such a fun game watching him like this. You can almost literally see the way he’s battling against himself. On one side, he wants to kiss the bejeezus out of you, while on the other hand, he wants to push you away and say, “Girl, you’re making my jeans tighter than ever but this heart only belongs to one woman, and as long as you’re not dressed in white spandex, you’re not her.”

The evil that you are, you plan to make it even more interesting. “Kiss me.”

Somewhere at the back of his head, a nuclear bomb explodes, killing half of his brain cells at once. “W-what?” Eren croaks out, sounding like he hasn’t spoken in years.

You lean closer, your breath fanning his lips. God, your perfume, the scent of your breath—you smell so fucking wonderful. Sliding a hand up his chest, fingers gliding smoothly against the fabric of his shirt, you whisper again, “I want you to kiss me, Ren.”

“I—mmph—” His eyes close in reflex the moment your lips touch his, his eyebrows sewn together in the middle. You frame his cheek, bringing him closer to you than ever. For a moment, he succumbs, his fingers fisting the sheets underneath him. You press your body against him, and he wonders if you can feel his heartbeat reverberating on your skin. He lets out this cute little whine when he feels you parting his lips with yours, but the second he feels the tip of your tongue touching his, his body flinches and Eren breaks away.

“S-sorry.” He stands up abruptly from the bed, one hand shooting up to cover the bottom half of his face. His blush creeps up from his neck to the tip of his ears. He seems breathless, panicking out of his mind.

Your lips are just itching to exhibit a wicked grin but you pretend to be confused. “Is there something wrong?”

“I—I can’t—” He’s looking anywhere but your face, jittery hands moving animatedly as he speaks. “You and me—we can’t—I can’t do this with you—Not right now—Not when I’m—I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Poor Rennie looks like he’s having a heart attack. “You can’t?” You’ve never taken any acting classes before, but you’re sure as hell this performance you’re doing right now deserves an Oscar's Best Actress nomination. Guess binging Euphoria all weekend has some perks after all. “But…” You perceive him with glassy doe eyes. “I thought you liked me…”

“I did!” He shouts out the words like it physically pains him to say them out loud. He’s losing his mind and it’s hilarious. “I did…” Eren goes down to his knees before you, his hands reaching out to take yours before he settles them on your lap. They’re sweating, and so cold. “I really liked you but…”

You start to feel bad but the sadistic villain inside you wants to see more so you just fake a sob. “But now… You don’t like me anymore…”

“Oh, God.” You, brushing your nonexistent tears with your fingers right now, are his kryptonite. “Please don't cry. No—no, it’s not like that! I like you!” he shouts, his eyes shaking as he peers into yours. “Jesus, I think I even loved you at some point and maybe I still do, I don’t know—I don’t understand my feelings right now, I just—”

“It's okay,” you say, trying to calm him down. You're a bit worried now because if this guy ends up passing out, that’s going to be your fault. “It’s all right, Ren… I know what you’re saying…”

He pauses to take a deep breath. When he speaks again, he no longer sounds as squeaky as before. “Listen to me,” he squeezes your hand, and even if his fingers are still trembling, they’re doing their best to comfort you. “I really, really do like you. Honestly? I was so obsessed with you before. I stalked you like a pervert. I took pictures of you when you weren’t looking. I've had your photo as my wallpaper for God knows how long. My video journals—”

Are all about me, you echo the words in your head as he speaks the same thing. Oh my God, he’s freaking out so bad, he’s telling every bit of his secret now. So cute.

“I did all those things because I liked you and you should hate me for it—”

“I’ll never hate you, Ren. I want to be with you.”

You’re killing him. You can tell you’re killing him inside. “And you don’t know how much those words mean to me but the truth is, I’m—” He hesitates, still contemplating whether he should say the words out loud. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but if he continues doing this, letting his desire overtake him once again, he’s only going to hurt you even more. He needs to make a decision. “I’m in love with someone else.”

You fake a gasp, even going as far as covering your mouth with both hands. “Y-you are?”

“Yes…” He answers in dismay. “I know maybe I should give myself some time to figure this out but I don’t want to be selfish. I don’t want to make you wait for me. I don’t want to make you feel confused. And I know it would be easier to love you instead of her—I don’t even know how she feels about me but… I can’t. I can’t deny that I’m in love with her. And it’s not fair if I keep doing this with you when I keep thinking about someone else. I don’t want to be that kind of person.”

He’s kind. Eren is always kind. He could’ve just dated you both if he wanted to, but he didn’t. “I see,” you solemnly respond. “Can you… tell me who you’re in love with?”

He nibbles on his lip, looking down when he says, “S-Spider-Girl.”

FUCK, YES! In your mind, you’re punching the air in triumph with Cardi B and DJ Khaleed throwing a party in the background, celebrating your victory. But if you take a look at the situation, how fucking ridiculous is this? Imagine if Spider-Girl wasn’t your alter ego. It would be like you confessing to that delusional nerd Armin, only to be rejected by him saying he’s in love with a random cosplayer whose real name he didn’t even know. Well, with Armin, it’s still a plausible thought. Ridiculous, sure, but plausible.

“I see…” You land a hand above your heart, pretending like it’s breaking when you’re really trying your best not to cackle like a madman. “Oh, gosh… I don’t know what to say… This is such shocking news to me.”

Colors drain from his face. “I’m sorry.” He looks like he’s the one who’s having his heart shredded apart. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I’m sorry for leading you on. I should’ve told you last night. You are such an attractive woman. You’re beautiful. You’re brilliant and you’re so kind and—”

Oh my God, he’s consoling me now. It’s getting harder and harder not to guffaw at his face. "Ren—"

“—I’m sure there are a lot of guys out there who would love to date you,” Eren says, his eyes drooping in sadness. “And I know this is a selfish thought but I hope we can… still be friends?”

God, you better be grateful I’m Spider-Girl ‘cause this feels like a terrible break-up movie and I’m livid. “We can,” you nod. “But only if you do something for me.”

Eren blinks, his eyes turning hopeful. “Yes, anything. Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, then, sit down on the floor.” With a confused frown, he follows without a word. “Lean back.” You give two light taps on the railing of his bed and he rests his backside against it. “Good, now close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so.”

“Umm… Okay…”

“Promise me that.”

“I promise.” His furrow turns deeper when he senses you crawling up his bed. You position yourself behind him, lying down on your stomach with your elbows propping the upper part of your body.

You lean close, whispering breathily in his ear, imitating the words he once said to you on the night he kissed you. “Can I try something I’ve never done before?”

He shivers. The way your voice echoes through his mind sends his mind reeling. “Y-yes…” It sounds more like a question and you almost laugh. He’s beyond nervous.

Your hand slithers down his cheek before you hook your fingers on the underside of his jaw. You lift his face. His gaze would’ve lingered on the ceiling if he had his eyes opened but Eren keeps them pressed shut. Your touch feels burning on his skin. “W-what are you doing?” he stutters out as you take off his glasses.

“Telling you my biggest secret,” you murmur, leaning closer until you have your face hovering above his. He can almost feel your every word on his skin. “Do you trust me?”

“I—” He noticeably gulps. “I do.”

With an elfin smile, you lower your head. Eren softly gasps when your lips are connected. You’re kissing him upside-down, similar to the kiss he shared with Spider-Girl. You try to replicate the way he kissed you that night, starting out slow, giving him a light, innocent kiss. There’s no pressure on your lips, nothing to distract him away from how soft they feel against his. This is that kiss—your first kiss together.

And Eren remembers it. His body, his lips, his heart remember it.

A few seconds are spent with Eren holding his breath and when you pull away, whispering, “Look at me,” he slowly opens his eyes but they stay half-lidded, completely dazed.

You stroke his cheek, your smile is an everlasting beauty.

“I’m in love with you too, Rennie.”

Your confession certainly comes as a shock, but it’s not as much as the way you called his name. Eren has his heartbeat ringing clamorously in his ears, his eyes widening at the pet name you gave him back when you were nine-year-old. His flashback hits him at once and it strikes him like thunder. He has never told anyone else about the little girl he met in the hospital except for Spider-Girl, and even then, he didn’t tell you that she used to call him Rennie. So how the fuck can you tell?

Eren turns around, almost knocking his head against the railing as he does. “Wait—” He rises to his feet, both hands stretched out forward. He is mortified beyond belief. So embarrassed, that he wishes he can light himself on fire so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever the fuck that’s going on. This can’t be—she can’t be—

He catches you grinning at him no matter how much you try to hold yourself back. “Calm down, Rennie.”

“No, don’t call—” Oh my God, I can’t breathe—This isn’t happening right now—She—

You’re laughing—great, now you’re laughing—interrupting his thoughts and sending him even further down this endless hole of shame. “So, I’m your first love, huh? Been crushing on me ever since we were nine? Damn, didn’t know you were such a simp for me, Tarantula Boy.”

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He only has one color on his face: red. “You can’t do this to me—”

“And you jerked off to my pictures?” You playfully scold him, stepping down from the bed and making your way to his spot. “Can’t say I’m pleased with that. Also, I can’t believe you kissed me right after our date ended. Not to mention, I had to save your ass again—”

Fuck, I can’t do this. Eren spins on his heels, literally trying to run away in shame as his brain turns into mush. He has one hand around the doorknob, ready to run and jump off the nearest bridge when you stretch out your arm and shoot out your web. Snaring him by his wrist, you pull him back toward you with a hard yank. With a startled yelp, Eren tumbles back, his body nearly crashes against yours but you catch him just in time. You flick the web off your wrist and tangle your arms around his neck.

Standing on your toes, you press your body against his, meshing your lips together and laughing against his mouth in response to the muffled sounds of his protest. “Kill me,” he sighs against your mouth, followed by a strangled moan when you part your lips just to close them around his bottom one. “Just kill me now, please.”

“You sure about that?” You tease him, one hand sliding down his chest. “Cause I’d rather do something else if you ask me.” You nip on his lip, not being as gentle as before.

Groaning in defeat, Eren frames your face with both hands. He decides to take control of the kiss as a way to make you feel just as flustered as he is now. He’s still awkward, his teeth almost knocking against yours but when his tongue slides inside, he manages to steal a gasp out of your mouth.

You lean your entire weight on him, clawing against his chest as he winds his arm around your waist. “Easy, Tarantula Boy,” you giggle, still sounding mischievous albeit a little breathless.

“You’re evil.” Eren moves his lips to your jaw before he settles his head in the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe you played me like this. Is this the reason why you were being so aggressive today?”

“I’m sorry.” Your small laughter morphs into soft moans as his tongue slithers against yours again. Your fingers slip between his strands, your eyes closed in pleasure as you face the ceiling, giving him more access to nibble on the supple skin of your neck. “I didn’t mean to go this far, actually. I just wanted to tease you a little bit but—” Your sentence ends abruptly in a gasp when he seizes you by your waist and throws you down to the bed. His strength surprises you but the way he handles you so easily, losing almost all the tenderness in his touch, lights your stomach on fire. He crawls on top of you, pinning your hand down against the sheets before he smashes your lips together again. The sudden change in his attitude baffles you but you're quick to display your smirk again. “My, my, look who’s being so aggressive now.”

“Shut up,” he replies, face aflame, robbing you of the ability to speak. Eren kisses you deeply, almost frantically, demanding, plundering your mouth with his own, and you understand why. He doesn’t use his passion to cover his embarrassment, not like what you thought he was doing. He’s kissing you like this, like he owns you and you own him, because he’s been in love with three different people all this time, and all of them are now in his arms, in the shape of you. And, God, you are beautiful.

“Calm down,” you remind him again, sliding your fingers up and down his spine, effectively slowing down his pace. His bun is a mess, his strands falling all over the place, all designed by your eager hands. You play with the baby hair on his nape when he pulls away, your smile is too delicate to be real. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to rush.”

His heart hammers inside his chest and it’s beating so fast, it’s frightening, but Eren loves it. He’s always felt this way when he was with you—with any version of you—but now that he knows you’re all of them, his heart beats three times faster. “I don’t think I can do it.” He keeps his face close enough for the tip of your nose to brush against his when he whispers, “I’ve been in love with the same girl for twelve years and now you’re right here and I’m… I’m going insane.”

He’s adorable. So adorable. “Well then, maybe I feel the same way…” You untangle his hair tie with one hand, pushing back his hair behind his ear before you caress his cheek. “‘Cause I’m sure I’ve been in love with the same boy for twelve years too.”

He melts in your arms, weak with the surge of joy that suffuses his body. “It’s hard to believe that you’re Spider-Girl,” he breathes out, resting his temple above yours, closing his lids. He seems so blissful, so relieved at the revelation. “But at the same time, it feels so right. This is the perfect moment of my life, I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“Don’t die just yet,” you titter. “You haven’t loved me enough yet.”

He breaks away with a peal of laughter flowing past his lips. “I’m already going insane because of you and you still want me to love you harder than this?”

“If you can.”

“So demanding.” He jokingly rolls his eyes. “That little boy in the hospital.” He twines his fingers around your wrist, bringing your hand closer to his face. He speaks his next words with his lips brushing against the lines of your palm. “Have you always known it was me?”

“No…” You’re entranced, eyes turning a bit hazy at the way his long eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. He peppers soft kisses on your skin down to the veins that paint your inner wrist. “I only realized it was you when you told me that story.”

“That night on the rooftop?” His pout returns. “You should’ve told me then.”

“Well, yes, but then I wouldn’t get to have this much fun.” You toss him your signature Cheshire Cat grin. Eren throws you a playful snort before he dives back to taste your lips again. “Plus, I was too… embarrassed to say a word back then. I’ve always thought you looked familiar but I had no idea that you were that boy.” You hug him close, breathing right against his ear. “You grew up so handsomely, Rennie….”

He’s buzzing with joy, every part of him is. “You’re really trying to kill me right now, aren’t you?” Eren tickles your side, making you laugh hard enough for his neighbors to hear. He takes in everything, the crinkles in your eyes, the way you have your mouth opened wide, and that adorable laughter you emit–he loves it all. “This is how I always imagined you to look underneath that mask when you laughed,” he confesses, settling himself between your legs.

You play with his necklace, fingers hooking around his silver chain. “Are you disappointed that I’m not as feminine as I usually behave on campus?”

“Are you kidding? I love you more like this.” Your heart thrashes wildly, no matter how hard you tell it to stay put. Eren props his elbows on the bed, trapping you between his arms. He gently swats the bangs out of your eyes, taking his time to examine your every feature, using the chance to commit every part of you into memory. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on but it’s Spider-Girl whom I’m in love with, and I never cared about her looks. I care about the way she comforts me with her words.” He presses a gentle kiss on the center of your temple, stunning you with intimacy. “I care about the way she cares about me.” He drags his lips to your cheek, lips as light as feathers. “How she gets upset on my behalf when I blame myself for something that isn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, you do that a lot, it’s annoying,” you giggle and you can feel his smile growing on your skin. “What else do you care about?”

“I care about the way she uses sarcasm as her weapon.” His lips are now closing around your earlobe, letting you know the shape of his smirk as he speaks. "And how she gets snarkier when she's embarrassed, not knowing what to do when she receives a compliment."

You flinch, a little bit sensitive in that area. Especially when he sounds breathier like this, huskier as if he just woke up from his dream. “I thought I was irritating.”

“Sometimes, sure.” But in his next lines, he abandons all the mirth in his voice, and he speaks sincerely from the bottom of his heart. “I'm kidding. I just find you endearing. I care about how you always pretend to be strong when you’re actually scared.” He grants a soft kiss on your nose, breaking away to look you in the eyes as he strokes your hair. “I care about how you seem like you don’t need anybody else in your life, when the truth is, you’re always searching for someone to be there for you. Just like everyone else, you’re scared of being alone.”

Your gaze softens, your stomach somersaulting at his words. “I can never lie to you, can I?” Your voice is not louder than a whisper, your lips only a breath away. “Ever since we were kids, you always knew what to say to me. You understood me more than anyone else.” It’s such a wonderful feeling to be with someone you can truly open yourself to. No secrets. No lies. No sweet nothings. No boundaries. “I wish we had never grown apart during those years. I would’ve loved to spend every moment with you. Growing up together. Being your best friend and making out with you on our school’s rooftop during lunch breaks.” You brush two of your fingertips against his lips, tracing the pretty shape of his mouth as he chuckles. “Maybe I could even give you that radioactive spider that bit me so you could be my sidekick and we could fight crimes together.”

“Your sidekick?”

“It’s kind of a package deal. Plus, I have better social skills. You're not ready to be a superhero, trust me."

"And why not?"

"'Cause even if you were able to kick some ass, you’d never win against your true enemy.”

“Which is?”

“The press. And Tony Stark ‘cause he’d just bully you like crazy without me.”

He just can’t seem to stop grinning when he’s with you. “Well, it’s not too late to start. I'm sure there's some radioactive spiders somewhere.” He gently bites on the tip, rolling your finger between his teeth. “Can you find me a tarantula, though? Spiders are a little bit overrated.”

“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

Eren smiles, bestowing another kiss and letting himself drown in your taste for a minute before he pulls away with a pout. “You said you could never lie to me,” he mutters. “But you’ve been lying to me about your identity for three months.”

“Oh my God,” you groan, throwing your head back. “Stop being so butthurt about it. I said I’m sorry.”

He chortles, gathering your face in his hand again. “You’re so annoying.” He pecks your lips. “But I love you.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You pull him for another kiss, separating your lips to welcome him inside. “But I love you.”

Your kisses seem never-ending, and none of you complains about it. It’s so addicting, so exciting to have his taste lingering in your mouth, to feel the flick of his tongue against yours. Eren may be an inexperienced kisser, but he learns fast. By the time he regains confidence, it’s easy for him to steal your breath away, leaving you all dazed and needy for more.

You have your body squeezed against his, your heels hooked behind his waist, but you’re left feeling unsatisfied as you still have layers of clothing separating your skin from his. “Can I do something I’ve never done before?” you ask him with a cheeky grin.

Eren, who was suckling on your neck a second ago, elevates his face just to give you a flat stare. “Can you stop embarrassing me for one second?”

“What, I can’t speak English now?”

“You’re using my words!”

“Since when are those words your words—It’s basic English!” Laughing, you roll him to his back, position yourself above his lap and watch him gulp in anticipation. With a naughty smirk, you slip your hand underneath his shirt, your fingers tracing the ridges of his abdomens before you bunch up the fabric in one hand and push it up to his chest. “Wow…” The word accidentally slips out of your mouth as you stare shamelessly at him. “Jesus, when the heck did you work out?”

“S-shut up.” He pushes down his shirt, hiding as much skin as he can from your hungry eyes while blushing like the virgin that he is.

Well, actually, you’re a virgin too, but at least, you act like a pro. “Why are you covering—let me see your abs!”

“No!”

“Wha—” You’re trying to pry his hands away. He’s pretty strong, and you don’t want to use your superhuman strength to pin him down just so you can marvel at his stomach (you won’t stoop that low).

“Stop trying to undress me, woman!”

You know what, if he keeps fighting you back like this, you might as well tie him up with your web. “Rennie, come on, just give me a peek!” Did you sound desperate? Yes. Are you desperate? Yes, times a thousand. “I’m your girlfriend, you know!”

“You literally just became my girlfriend like seven minutes ago!” He’s struggling just as much, keeping the hem of his shirt as low as possible. “Also, being my girlfriend doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like with my body! Ask me for my consent first!”

You see, he’s right. He’s totally right, but— “Babe, I can literally feel your dick poking against my thigh right now.”

“Y-yeah, but still…” Aaaaand he's blushing.

“Huh. Cute. Now let’s get back to the game, darling.” You grab the hem of his shirt and—

“No, wait! I’m not mentally ready and we're—” Eren gasps loudly—almost too dramatically—in both horror and surprise when you shoot two lumps of your web, snaring his wrists and keeping them glued on the bed right on each side of his head. He turns to face you again, his jaw dropping low when he speaks, “Did you just use your web on me?”

You did. Holy shit, you did. What happened to not stooping that low? “I-I’m sorry.”

“Just to see my abs.”

You palm your face, your cheeks blazing hot. “I’ll let you out—”

“You know Peter Parker wouldn’t do this to MJ, right?”

You sigh. You kinda wish you were bitten by a radioactive bunny so you could dig really fast and bury your whole existence inside a hole. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know–”

“Steve Rogers would judge you so hard right now.”

“Steve’s actually a kinky bitch. I’m sure he likes it. Look, just calm down,” you tell him, settling yourself on his lap while trying your best to ignore the way his cock is twitching in his pants at the sensation of your weight pressing against him. “I won’t do anything to you without your permission, all right? I'll act like a gentleman. A gentlewoman, if you must.”

“Oh, am I your lady now?”

“You’re acting like one right now, aren’t you?”

“Oh, shut up.” He yanks on his wrist, trying to break free but your web is unyielding. “Can you get this off of me? This looks ridiculous!”

No, it doesn’t. This looks kinky as fuck. Never have you imagined that you’d be using your superhero ability to tie up a handsome man on his own bed, but you learn something new every day, I guess. Trying not to stare so much at the way his biceps are flexing with every attempt he makes, you ask the most important question. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?”

“I’m not—” His face catches on fire. “I’m not nervous, I’m just—okay, yeah, I’m nervous.”

“Because you’re a virgin?”

“No,” is his first answer but then bashfully he corrects with, “Well, yeah, kinda. But I’m more nervous about the fact that you’re… not.”

“Not what?”

“A virgin.” He tucks his chin, his voice muted. “I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.” Because Eren knows that you’ve dated several popular guys on campus in the past. Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, even that notorious bad boy, Floch Forster at some point. How can he compete with that? He wants to have sex with you—God, he wants nothing more than to get his dick wet with the girl he’s been in love with for twelve years—but what if you’re not satisfied with him? What if he sucks (no pun intended)? What if he’s supposed to suck but he can’t suck properly? Like sucking on your tits, for example. What if he can’t suck them right? What if—

“I’m a virgin, though,” you say.

“Okay, you can do whatever you want with me. I’m ready.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes for you to get his consent. The next thing you know, Eren has his shirt bunched up around his chest, your fingers splayed and pressed flat against his stomach. “Damn,” you murmur under your breath, eyes transfixed on the way his muscles tighten underneath your palm. “If I had known you looked like this underneath that hoodie, I wouldn’t have wasted all these months keeping my identity a secret.”

His blush blossoms fast on his face, flinching when he feels your fingertips tracing the dip of his V-line. “I—I thought you were trying to keep your identity a secret to protect me.”

“Well, yeah, that too, but—” You brush your pads against his navel, feeling the little happy trail that disappears behind his jeans. He lets out this little sound, like a mix between a yelp, a whimper, and a moan, and it’s so fucking cute. “I think I’d be okay with you getting kidnapped once a week if I get to do this every day.”

“It feels so weird to have a hot girl talking about me like this, but okay.” Eren, despite how bizarre this conversation is getting, still has his focus on how to break himself free from your webbing. “Can you do something about this, please? It feels sticky on my skin.”

“No.”

“What do you mean 'no?' I can’t touch you if I’m like this!”

“Yes, that is the point, now shut up.” To Eren’s surprise, you casually yank your dress over your head, tossing it haphazardly on the floor and leaving you only in nice lacy lingerie that matches the shade of your lipstick.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath, his gaze quickly shifting down to your chest. He gulps at the sight. “B-badonkers…”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, your tits—your breasts!” He stammers. “They’re—they’re perfect. Like, the shape of them and how they look so… so soft and…” He clears his throat, realizing just how much lame he’s being. “You know, like a really nice pair of natural, fully functional breasts.”

You scrunch up your nose at his words. “Are you going to be like this the whole time?” You reach one hand behind your back, unclasping your bra.

“I… hope not…” He’s staring with unblinking eyes, practically salivating at the sight of your breasts bouncing once as you position yourself better on his lap. Fuck, they really are perfect. “A-are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“You mean sex? No.” You lean forward, crawling up his body until you have your face hovering above his again. “Why?”

“You just seem awfully calm and—” You leave him speechless for a good few seconds when you press your breasts against his chest. Eren whines, closing his eyes as he throws his head against the bed. “Fuck.”

Your lips twitch up into a smirk. “Soft, aren’t they?”

“Like fucking marshmallows.” He dreamily sighs—almost sobbing, really. “Can I have your tits in my mouth, please?”

Perhaps sometime in the future, when you look back into this scene again, you’ll have the biggest cringe moment in your life because what the fuck is he asking but right now, everything just seems so hot, you don’t even care. “Yeah, but maybe later once I’m done with you.” You reward him with a kiss to distract him, stifling his protest. “To tell you the truth, I’ve gone to second base before but I’ve… never gone past that.”

“Oh… Why not?”

“Just didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do at that time,” you answer with a shrug. “I almost did it with Porco but… It felt like I was missing something so I stopped him at the last minute.”

There’s jealousy burning inside him, but the revelation also provides him some relief. “I see…”

You can sense it, the tiny hint of fury raging in his chest and you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his to soothe him down. “Are you jealous?”

“No.”

He is. He so is. “Would you like it if I said I was waiting for the right person?” You slide down one finger from the middle of his chest to the dip of his belly button. “Waiting for you?”

“N-no.”

He would. He so would. “You’re cute.”

“Stop calling me cute—ah!” A moan is snatched away from the back of his throat the second you grind your hips against him. Even the slightest friction drives him insane and now he has you rubbing your clothed heat against his bulge. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”

You recall the way he called you by that pet name on that night you shared your first kiss with him, and as pleasant as it was in your ears, this one feels a million times better. It’s laced with urgency, desperation, and need. “Can I take off your jeans?” You ask him, even when your fingers are already playing with his zipper.

“Are you going to ask me questions the whole time?”

“You said you wanted me to ask for your consent.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”

You almost laugh. “Well then, don’t mind if I do,” you say, a moment before your lips meet in a frenzied kiss. Eren arches his back, wanting to close every inch of gap between your skins until he feels like you’re completely plastered against him. He can feel your hand sliding down his stomach, toying with the button of his jeans before you push them down to his mid-thighs, along with his briefs. With a sheepish smile, you maintain eye contact as you curl your fingers gently around his shaft.

“How does it feel, Rennie?” You keep your face close, loving his expression. “Feels good?”

His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, his face scarlet and erotic. “Feels ama—”

Right at that exact moment, Zeke Jaeger comes bursting inside his room with a phone in his hand, recording everything as he shouts, “AHA! CAUGHT YOU GUYS IN 4K! I knew you wouldn’t be studying–” He freezes at the sight of you stroking his sibling’s cock, your naked breasts practically dangling over his face, and for a second, none of you make a sound.

And then, it’s chaos.

The three of you are screaming at the same time, with you quickly grabbing the nearest pillow to cover your front, completely forgetting to throw a blanket on your poor boyfriend who’s practically buck-naked on his bed. Eren, with his wrists still glued to the sheets, can only spout out incoherent words, while his brother, who’s so horrified at the sight of Eren’s cock, spasming and leaking in desperate need of attention, can only stand still, his brain unable to function. It’s only until Eren screams, “ZEKE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!” that he returns to his senses, whining out, “DINA, MY BROTHER IS FUCKING BEFORE ME!” as he runs back into the kitchen.

You hastily jump down from the bed, shutting the door and locking it up. “Use your web,” Eren says, “He has a spare key. He can still barge in anytime.”

“I think he saw us,” you utter in horror.

“Yeah.”

“If I drop him off the building and make it look like an accident, do you think you’ll be okay with that?”

“Will I be okay with you killing my brother after seeing your boobs and catching me getting tied up to my bed and being dominated like a fucking masochist by my girlfriend?” Eren watches his cock wilting away. “Yes.”

“Well, not killing. I’m just gonna punch him hard enough to give him like a massive concussion or something.”

“No, no, no. Let’s just stick to murder. I like murder.”

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AN: Hi, everyone! It took me a while but I finally got to finish this series. I wanted to write a small epilogue that will feature a funny scene where they get to lose their virginity to each other but since I'm pregnant with my second child now, I don't think I'll have the energy/time to do it, I'm sorry 😭😭😭 I hope you enjoyed the story despite how cringe this is (I'm never gonna do comedy again oh god what was I thinking). Anyway, thank you so much for reading! I'll see you next time!

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darl1ngd3ar3st · 10 months

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ooh! well, since you don't write for female readers, could it be that stuart meets a neutral o/s again after plastic beach and the whale? sorry for the above :(

nonono don't apologize its okay !! I'd b happy to write this one (apologies if its not good I haven't written jack shit in SO long omg 🫀💧❗️💥)

SO ERM I APOLOGIZE IF I SLIP SOME OC X CANON IN HERE IM VERY. UHH IM JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY

- bro is OVERJOYED OH MY GOD

- he would genuinely start crying I think

- he 100% did that cheesy thing where he ran up to you with tears in his eyes and gave you the BIGGEST hug

- almost suffocated you hash tag oopsie daisy

- "i-i thought- I thought I'd never see you again."

- "I'm just so glad you're safe."

- crying and throwing up

- so normally I'd try to keep the lore in these as vague as I can but hehehe >:) not this time

- pretend ur my stupid little self insert that deserves to be squished like a bug for a bit /j

- so basically. you manage to get back to london. yipee!

- and you're like "oh FUCK my boyfriends dead" UNTIL SUDDENLY ONR DAY IN THE MAIL. you get a postcard from wherever the hell 2d was I forgot I need to read over the wiki again

- it had little seashells taped to it btw

- and he taxis his way back to london and you see him at the NEW Kong I think I forgot what happened after murdocs stupid ass burnt the old one down

- and he runs up to you as fast as his scrawny ass legs will carry him and he squeezes you as tight as he can and he spins you around in the air trying not to bawl his eyes out

- personally I would've cried if I were in your position here but that's neither here nor there

- he's just so thrilled to sea you again :(

- please laugh that joke was funny

- genuinely words can't even express how much he missed you and how scared he was that he wasn't gonna get to see your smile or hear your voice ever again

- he tells you all about the whale and being stranded on a different island after the whale was beached

- he has so much to share with you and he doesn't stop talking for like 15 minutes

- a ton of kisses. so many

- like he couldn't go more than 10 minutes without a kiss before but now??????

- every 2 minutes at the very least

- for like a week straight

AAAA I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <33 THANK U FOR THE REQUEST ILY 🫶🫶

#;;☆ archie writez #;;☆ archie headcanonz #2d gorillaz #gorillaz #2d x gender neutral reader #2d x reader #2d headcanons #stuart pot x reader #gorillaz x reader #gender neutral reader

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nonobadcat · 9 months

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For @oklolnoty

With special thanks to @krystalwithakay for writing an entire, working Javascript program just to make a joke in a fanfiction. May 2D murderers ever throw themselves at your illustrious feet.

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Final Chapter : Accessory - 6.1k words

TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

“Honey-chan! Come here! Come here!”

From the far side of the bar, Nyanko waved you over. Pochi and Nyanko sat scattered between a group of three middle-aged men and one woman. The short, squat one on the right had to be the Kiba, if the amorous attention he lavished on Pochi was anything to go by. You knew he’d been the one to introduce Oshida to the club, but the rest of the party didn’t look much like heroes or marketing managers. Beside Kiba, a tall, chiseled man with rumpled salt and pepper hair wore hideous seafoam green scrubs. Next to him, a thick necked work-out-aholic still had his hospital badge on his pocket clip. The only woman was a few years older than Mama-san with a small, oval face, Cupid’s bow lips and glossy chestnut hair. While she easily could have passed for a former hostess, the long, white lab coat draped over her seat revealed her real profession.

You pushed away an exhausted frown and very bitter “I haven’t even put down my bag, ho!” in favor of a cheery grin and bouncy step. Sliding onto the couch next to them, you clicked your tongue.

“Meh, what’s up, Docs?”

Green scrubs belted out a hearty laugh. “You were right, Nyanko-chan, she is very witty.”

Nyanko scratched the air. “Remember your paw-mise, Yamamoto-sensei. You’re nya-t allowed to fall for anyone but me-ow-kay?

“O-okay,” he murmured, pushing up his glasses.

Nyanko giggled.

“Honey Bunny, this is Kiba-san from the Buster Hero Agency,” Pochi explained, gesturing to each guest in order. “Yamamoto-sensei, Hora-san and Sawa-sensei all work in the Pediatric Trauma Unit at Metropolitan Hospital. Hora-san is the director. Yamamoto-sensei and Sawa-sensei are his top surgeons.”

“Oh wow! How amazing!” you gushed. “So when kids get injured in a villain attack, you’re the people that save them?”

“Yes. They’re the real heroes,” Kiba proclaimed proudly, sloshing his Old Fashioned.

“We’re negotiating a collaboration with the Buster agency,” Hora explained. “We’re going to feature them in our literature and they’ll be doing daily hospital appearances for the kids.”

“Now, now—” Kiba wagged his finger “—I never promised daily visits. Our heroes are very busy and I need to be respectful of their time.”

Hora slapped him on the back with a loud laugh. “If you can still say that, I need to buy you another drink, my friend.”

“Careful what you offer.” Pochi’s fanged grin pricked her rosy lips as she draped herself around her prey’s arm. “My Kiba can really hold his liquor. You better watch yourself, Hora-san.”

Kiba roared with laughter. “You tell them Pochi-chan!”

You giggled into your palm to hide the snide smirk. Billed for her mature sensuality and elegance, Pochi was Animal Instinct's number one Hostess for a reason. Notorious for her ability to smooth over even the most heated contract negotiations with her wit and grace, her clients included some of the largest corporate big wigs in the city. Drinking with her would do to your budget what trying to put out a fire with gasoline would, but if you could bankroll her tastes, her companionship paid literal dividends.

The only question was, which party suggested the hostess club for negotiations?

You studied the faces of each guest in turn. Kiba, being the regular, seemed like the likely candidate, but Hora’s comment about the drinks implied he was footing the bill. Nyanko’s “here, kitty, kitty” act left Yamamoto too spellbound. While he would probably be back again, this was clearly his first run in with her cattitude. When your eyes rolled to the last person at the table, you caught a calculating grin on a botoxed smile.

Like a boss, Sawa-sensei. Like a boss.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Nyanko gasped. “Honey-chan, show Sawa-sensei your new purse, paw-eeze?”

Sawa-sensei’s gaze drifted to the crook of your elbow where the bag hung like the white elephant in the room. You hoisted it up, setting it on the table for her inspection. Tiny palladium feet clinked on the glass top.

“Well now,” she turned it this way and that. “I think I still like the Retoupe better than the Sellier, but the size looks perfect and that color is so...”

“It goes with everything, right?” Nyanko agreed.

Sawa-sensei nodded. “Everybody gushes over the bubblegum pink but I think the Etain/Etoupe color lines are the perfect neutral.” She passed the bag back to you. “Very classic. Do you shop at Hermés often?”

“Oh! No, no!” you explained, with a cheery laugh. “A client bought it for me a few days ago.”

Sawa raised a painted brow. “She must be well connected.”

“He,” Nyanko corrected. “His son comes in to learn how to talk to women. Of all of us, Honey-chan was the first to really bring him out of his shell.”

You cringed, glancing at Kiba. Hopefully that little comment didn’t make it back to Oshida. Logically, the man had to know you had other clients, but when it came to you, he could be more territorial than a bull elephant seal. Still, it made for good tips and a girl had to eat.

Thumbing her chin, she studied your purse like a general analyzing enemy troop movements. “Your sponsor seems to understand women well and have exquisite taste.” She winked at you. “Lucky girl.”

“Huh.” Hora inspected the bag. “That looks like a nice laptop bag. Maybe I should get one for my wife.”

“I’m sure she’d like it,” Sawa replied coolly, sipping her martini. “That’s the 35 cm. They start at about 2 million yen.”

His face paled.

“Of course, that doesn’t include the money you have to spend to even be offered the chance to buy,” she continued. “Hermés boutiques only get a limited delivery twice a year and only their top clients are considered. I think I owned fifteen of their scarves, two pairs of shoes, and the entire collection of their perfumes before I got the option. Even then, it was mostly because my mother buys their saddles for her Gypsy Vanners.”

WHAT THE HECK HIGH SPEC FAMILY DID THIS WOMAN COME FROM?!

“Their scarves are so lovely,” Pochi cooed. “Kiba got me the Grise Nacré colorway of Chorus Stellarum last week. It’s a must have for any pastel goth.”

“How much did that set you back?” Hora asked.

Kiba coughed into his glass. “56,000.”

“He’s a doll, right?” Pochi gushed, patting him on the cheek.

Considering Pochi had to talk him out of buying his wife an unsolicited vacuum cleaner for her birthday, you really wondered about that.

“Maybe a scarf then,” Hora agreed, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh,” Pochi turned to Kiba. “What about little scarves or bandanas as favors for the kids? They wouldn’t be too expensive to print if you outsource and they’d look like little capes! Super on brand, right?”

“Pochi-chan! You’re a genius!”

Her tail wagged so hard the seat swayed. “Oh, Kiba-san. Stop it! ”

Sawa-sensei smirked at the exchange and elbowed Hora. He nodded at her before turning to you. “Could you get us some champagne, Honey-chan?”

With a sparkling grin and an under the table fist pump, you replied: “Of course!”

“Pochi-sama!” Nyanko whined, her flushed face buried in the other Hostess’s arm. “I bow before you and beg for your continued protection.”

You clapped your hands together like a woman in prayer. “High holy Pochi-sama, Goddess of the Golden Tip. We offer you our eternal devotion.”

Pochi twirled her hair and loosed a cartoon villainess’s laugh. “Fear not, my darlings. True believers shall always receive my blessing.”

“We are unworthy,” the two of you repeated in synchrony.

“Thank you, thank yo—oooop!

Nyanko’s drunken cackles rang into the night as Pochi tripped into the back alley. “So graceful!”

“Elegance in her every step,” you agreed.

“Silence, mortals,” Pochi commanded, steadying herself on the dumpster. She thumbed her chest. “I have the skills that pay the -hic- bills.”

You giggled.

“Hey, Honey-chan?”

“Hmmm?”

Nyanko pointed to your empty arms. “Forgetting something?”

You slapped your forehead. “Oh. Duh. It’s still on the table.” Black heels wedged themselves into the self-locking fire door before it snapped shut. “Last train leaves soon. You guys go ahead without me.”

“You sure?”

Pochi swallowed, clapping a hand over her mouth.

“I’m fine!” you insisted, shooing them off. “Get her holiness back to the temple before she has to worship the porcelain god.”

“Whoops! No worries, Pochi-sama! I got your back!” Nyanko replied, wiping out a scrunchie. She scooped up Pochi’s dangling ears and tied them in a bow. Then, your friend turned back to you. “Careful going home with all that cash, kay, bunny girl?”

You nodded. “Thanks, Nyanko. You’re a queen.”

She purred before wrapping Pochi’s arm over one shoulder. Swaying together, they stumbled out onto the main drag before making a right towards the station.

Finding the bag took no time at all. You checked your wallet, only to see a fat stack of untouched 5000 yen notes. Basking in the glory of financial security, you whistled the item get theme from Legend of Zelda before strutting back to the door. The 1812 Overture blared from Mama-san’s office, drowning out the world. You bowed to her. Waving like an empress greeting the great unwashed, she returned to tallying the daily total.

Snickering, you ducked out the exit.

When the fire door clanged shut, your hackles stood on end. The smell of sweat and woody citrus wafted on the breeze. A tall silhouette blocked the entrance to the alley. Panting like a dog, Oshida, clad in his spandex leotard, leaned against the brickwork. Dark shadows from his furrowed brow turned his brown eyes a bottomless jet black.

“O-Oshida-san?” you stammered, taking one step back. “What are you doing here?!”

“Nice bag.” He stalked down the alleyway, his hard stare never leaving the offending object. “Some other guy bought that for you, huh?”

You swallowed, unsure what to say to the hard bite in his tone.

He drew up in front of you, rolling his broad shoulders back to accentuate his full height. Wordlessly, he snatched up your wrist and inspected the leather craftsmanship. “Grey?” he scoffed. “How generic. That moron doesn’t know you at all does he?”

Out of seemingly nowhere, he produced a small, black leather box with a push button latch. Lowering himself to one knee, he snapped open the lid. A gaudy round-cut diamond, solitaire set in a rose gold band with pink sapphire trimmings, stared up at you like the eye of some great beast. Even in the dim, orange glow of hazy streetlamps, all three carats sparkled with near flawless clarity.

“Baby pink suits my baby girl much better then some ugly grey purse,” he cooed, slipping the ring onto your left hand.

Frozen in shock, you gapped at the garish, glittering stones.

Oh…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no!

“So… will you tell me your name now?”

Rigid tension shook your entire body. Sharp nails curled into tightly balled fists. “Oshida-san…”

He cupped your hand, stroking his thumb up and down yours. “Call me Hideki,” he purred.

Your head snapped up, wide eyes bulging. “Oshida-san, this is very sudden.”

He laughed. “Well, when Kiba told me everything that happened, I figured there was no time like the present.”

Heavy stones left the loose band sagging on your finger. Your heart sank along with it. Alarm bells blared as every part of your brain scrambled for an excuse that wouldn’t cost you a meal ticket. They clawed their way through pliant pacifications, tossing out line after line.

“But marrying a hostess would be terrible for your reputation. What would the press say?”

“Kiba will handle it.” A paparazzi worthy smile twinkled at you. “He’s great at his job.”

Screaming internally, you toed the ground and looked away. “Your parents would never approve. I don’t want to be the person who comes between a man and his family.”

He squeezed your hand. “Once they see how sweet you are, they’ll fall as deeply in love with you as I have.”

“I-I’m no good at anything housey though! I burn everything I cook, I always mix up the white and the colors, and I’m awful at cleaning!” You sniffled, pretending to cry into your hands. “You’d be so ashamed of a wife like me.”

“So I’ll hire a maid and a chef.” He chuckled, patting your hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Princess. There are all kinds of wifely duties you can do for me.”

Oh my gosh. You were going to barf.

“Can you just not, you chauvinistic troglodyte?”

“What?”

Um... Girl. You just said the quiet part out loud.

You blinked. “What?”

Oshida blankly stared at you. “What did you just call me?”

Welp… guess the bunny was out of the burrow now. Better just roll with it.

Yanking off the ring, you ripped open his hand and dropped it into his palm. “I have precious little interest in marrying a callow narcissist who thinks I can be bought by the highest bidder, so you should march yourself on over to the first fangirl with a nice rack and toss your baggage her way.”

He stared at you. “Huh?”

“Are you for real?!” You threw your hands into the air. “No, you boorish sac of sexual harassment!” A manicured finger stabbed at the end of the alleyway. “I’m not the brainless bunny bimbo you think I am, so take a hint and take a hike!”

Slowly, the well rusted gears in Oshida-san’s head began to grind through your words. Head low, he rose to his feet and hovered in silence like a spandex coated scarecrow. As the blood in your ears slipped from a violent roar to a muted rumble, the man before you lifted his chin. Dark, bottomless eyes and a hard snarl were your only warning. Thick fingers clamped down on your wrist with bruising force.

“I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU JUST CALLED ME YOU LITTLE SLUT!” he roared.

A sallow hand shot out, grabbing Oshida's head with four fingers.

“Come on now, it’s not her fault that you can’t take a hint,” a grating voice rasped in your ear.

“W-wait!” Oshida’s face turned snow white. “Aren’t you—?”

Croaking laughter filled the alley. “I mean seriously, she had to spam the Clue-by-Four just to get it through your thick skull.” Tomura’s eerie smile seemed to glow in the dark. “Tell me hero, how do you live with yourself when you’re that stupid?”

Your heart stopped as his pointer pressed against Oshida’s cheek. Crumbling grey ash scattered in the breeze.

Tomura sneered. “Guess you don’t have to now.”

Shaking hands clutched your face. “T-Tomura, what have you done?” you whispered.

“Rekt the n00b?”

“You just killed a hero, Tomura!” you yelled. “What the heck were you thinking?!”

Cocking his head, he stared at you. “Why are you upset? Do I need to save scum or something?”

“You can’t save scum IRL!”

Tomura scratched his neck. “Reality is lame.”

You crumpled to the ground. Terrified words tumbled from your lips. “Now I’m out a client and an accessory to murder!”

“So… I picked the wrong option?”

You glared up at him with bloodshot, watery eyes. “I’m a pro-hostess! Handling angry drunks and sexual harassment is my rice and miso!” you snarled.

Tomura puzzled over your words, weighing your complaints carefully. After a few, slow blinks he smacked his fist into his palm. “Oh. You think I was trying to be heroic like that bad choice in your game, don’t you?”

“Yeah, good on you for remembering now.” You moaned, burying your face in your hands. “Screwed! I'm so screwed!”

A firm, four fingered grip dragged you to your feet. You fell flat against a lean chest.

“Come on then, let’s go,” he stated, tugging you toward the end of the alley.

“Oh no. No. Absolutely not! I’m not a princess and I don’t need to be saved!” you insisted, pulling hard against his hold. “My fluffy butt is gonna stay right here, remain silent, and Google a good defense attorney.”

A cold chuckle set your hair on end. You looked up, only to see red eyes bulging out of his skull. Primordial terror sent your heart flailing against your ribs.

“You don’t understand, do you?”

A hard arm caught you in the stomach. You gasped. The world spun. Peeling lips curled in delight as Tomura swept you over his boney shoulder.

“I’m no hero,” he rasped. “I’m the villain and I just didn’t want some moron touching what’s mine.”

You thrashed against him, hammering his black hoodie with your fists. “TOMURA! PUT ME DOWN!”

Cold fingers dug into your bare, inner thigh. “I don’t have an amputee fetish but I wouldn’t find you less attractive without your legs.”

You froze solid.

“Smart move.” The hold on your thigh receded. He reached into his hoodie pocket and extracted his phone. “By the way, settle a bet.” Painfully bright blue light spilled into the dark alley as he swiped through the contact list. “I know you were lying about the lemon sours and champagne. Tell me your real favorite.”

Your eyes darted this way and that looking for a weapon. There was nothing within reach. Looks like you’d only survive by your wits alone which, given being witty put you in this position, didn’t seem all that promising.

“S-sake bomb,” you stammered out.

“What are you, a salaryman or something?” he teased.

Your face burned hot. “Shut up, Orange Cassis!”

He lifted the microphone to smirking lips. “Hey, Kurogiri. I’m bringing my girlfriend back. Do we have the stuff for sake bombs?”

Girlfriend?!

When a low voice burbled through the line, you snapped back to reality.

“Oh. Yeah. Hold on.” Tomura’s gaze swept the alley until he spotted the bag, lying forgotten on the pavement. “My hands are full. Grab it for me when you open the portal. It’s by my left shoe.”

“Portal? What are you—?”

Before you could finish, purple smoke engulfed the alley, swallowing your startled scream.

When the thick smoke cleared, you found yourself in a dank, beige room. The only light came from the hazy glow of dual OLED monitors atop a minimalist brown desk. Above this, tacked to the wall with enough dossiers to please even the most obsessive conspiracy theorist, was a well worn world map pockmarked with pin holes. Overcrowded shelves, packed with precariously leaning books and muscle-bound action figures hung above a squat, overflowing garbage can. To your right, a thin, stained carpet and well scratched chabudai sat on the floor. Ripe with the smell of stale cup ramen and sweaty bed sheets, the room howled “man child”.

Tomura kicked off his red sneakers, letting them thunk against one of the many overstuffed trash bags. It flopped to its side, knocking over empty two liters like a line of bowling pins. He shuffled past the clutter and set you on a rumpled pile of bedsheets. The mattress groaned. He crossed his arms.

“Don’t whine about the mess. That hero idiot forced me to speed run. I didn’t exactly have time to clean up.”

You stared at him. “Speed run?”

Ratty nails raked his neck. “I was going to follow you for a while. You know. Get a feel for what you liked before I brought you home.” He pointed to a shopping bag laying near the bed. “That was all I managed.”

“It’s… for me?”

The scratching intensified. “No, I just like cross dressing,” he snapped, jabbing his hand at the package again. “Yes, they’re for you. I had to talk Sensei out of some expensive silk crap, so be grateful.”

Holding your breath, you tore the plastic open and upended the contents into your lap. Crafted from super soft, fluffy polyester, a fuzzy pajama set spilled into your lap. The V neck crop tank and high waisted shorts looked like something an e-girl would use to cosplay a kawaii teddy bear. A matching thigh-length robe, complete with oversized hood and baggy sleeves, took the look from “my furry fantasy” to “comfy cozy”.

…this actually looked like something you would wear.

You held the tank against your chest. The fit was alarmingly correct. When you glanced up, Tomura’s excited smile wrinkled his nose.

“You casual-up cute.”

Steam poured from your ears

He leaned forward, reaching for the zipper of your dress. You scooted back, colliding with the wall. With an eye roll, Tomura kneeled on the bed, crawling toward you. One hand caught your shoulder. The other grabbed for the tab.

“So you can touch me but not the other way around? Did you honestly expect me to be okay with that?”

“That’s normal for a hostess and client!” you protested.

He sneered, his husky voice rasping in your ear. “You went pretty far out of your way to lose me as a client, remember ?”

Tooth by tooth, the zipper crawled down to your hemline. Tomura peeled open the slinky outfit. Red eyes roamed over your flesh toned satin bra and simple, smooth seamed panties. He sniggered, his fingers trailing down your waist.

“Wow… talk about low effort.”

You glared at him.

“Oh come on. I’m not mad or anything. Pretty obvious you never meant for any of those guys to see these. Makes me feel pretty special.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistline of your panties and began to shuffle them down. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be needing them anyways.”

A shaking hand caught his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?!"

He glared at you. “I want to see,” he demanded, yanking harder.

"Then look at hentai or something!”

“You got to see mine,” he deadpanned.

“You got a blow job out of it!”

Tomura clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “...and you left me with blue balls.”

“You got more than I did!”

He broke into an eerie grin. “Oh? Did you want more?”

You froze.

Five fingers clamped down on the stretchy fabric. Powder ash tickled across your thighs.

Shadows filled his wrinkled smile. “I can do that," he declared, pointing to his nose.

"Hey! Hold on!" You shoved his shoulder. It was like pushing on a brick wall.

Tomura leaned in, reaching for your bra. Your leg jerked. He bucked up and caught your knee just below his crotch. He growled, squeezing hard in the divots on both sides of the joint.

"Did you forget what happens if you jump around too much?"

Panicked eyes flashed to long, calloused fingers before jumping to his face. The predatory, blood red stare pinned you like a bear trap. Burning breath caught in your chest. Numb lips opened, closed and opened again. With no air to carry the words, you squeezed your eyes shut. Tears welled in your lashes.

“Hey… come on now.” His thumb hooked under your chin, lifting your head. “I wouldn’t make you my girlfriend if I wanted to kill you.” He patted your cheek. “You can move all you want in a minute. Just let me check something first.”

“Check what?” you whispered.

He snorted. “You’re the one that told me to Google it.”

Grabbing your other knee, Tomura pried your legs centimeter by centimeter. Scratchy hands scraped down your bare, inner thighs. Goosebumps prickled across your arms. By the time he’d butterflied you open to his hungry gaze, you felt the tickle and torn nails on sensitive skin. With a crooked finger on either side, he parted your lower lips, staring deep inside. He paused, shifting his body until the pale light of the dual monitors drove away the shadows. You stiffened when one pointer tapped the tacky tissue.

“Should have known,” he muttered, sitting back on his haunches. “The color isn’t right and you’re not wet.”

Your face caught fire. “You actually Googled the receptive period signs?! Seriously?!”

Shigaraki ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Guess it was too much to ask for a high spec target like you to give me beginner mode, huh?”

High spec, huh? Okay.... Bonus points for that, crusty boy.

“Beginner… mode?” You puzzled over the word for a moment before a startling conclusion slammed into your brain. Sweat beaded down your neck. Your words stumbled out. “Wait… I knew you were bad with girls but… are you… are you really a…?”

Tomura scowled at you, scratching his neck. “So what? You gonna look down on me or something?”

Oh… so… you let touch starved, crazy, virgin stick his dick in you? Your mind whirled, quickly calculating what fresh hell you had brought upon yourself.

public static void calculateChanceOfEscape(int levelOfCrazy, boolean isFirstLove, int qualityOfPreviousBlowjob){int abilityToEscape =0; if (isFirstLove==true){ int touchStarvedFactor = qualityOfPreviousBlowjob*2; abilityToEscape= levelOfCrazy*touchStarvedFactor; } Else{ abilityToEscape = levelOfCrazy*10; } int chanceOfEscape = 100 - abilityToEscape; System.out.println("Your chance of escape is "+chanceOfEscape+ "%"); } public static void main(String[] args) { calculateChanceOfEscape(10, true, 10); } CalculateChanceOfEscape(levelOfCrazy 10, isFirstLove: true, qualityOfPreviousBlowjob 10);

…

Output - Chance Of Escape = -100%

Sweat beaded down your brow. Slowly, softly, you started to speak. “Hey… Tomura. I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

A hard hand slammed into the wall beside you. Crumbling paint dusted your shoulder. Bulging, bloodshot eyes stared into your soul. “Didn’t mean to what ?!”

Craaaaaaaappppppppppppp!

As you whimpered, his dead stare softened to a confused head tilt. “Oh. Wait. Of course you didn’t. It’s not like you can control what time of the month it is.” He broke into an eerie grin. “Ah… so that’s why you put me through that tutorial, right?”

…tutorial? What was he—?

“If I just do the things you had the player do in game, you should be able to warm up without any problems.” He cackled, ruffling your hair. “Geeze. Next time, just say something if you need me to grind first.”

In one sweep, Tomura slammed you down onto the mattress. Old springs squealed in protest as grey swirls over took your vision. Fighting through the ringing in your ears, you squinted up at him.

“Ooops. I’m used to going PvP with Tanks, but your build is more of a Glass Cannon, huh?” [8]

You groped for a hold on old, pilling sheets. Tomura shuffled between your legs. Five fingers plucked your bra strap. Warm breath fanned across your ribs. Dust tumbled from your body.

“You’re lucky I read a lot of walk-throughs.”

Pinky up, Tomura grabbed your breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft tissue with excessive force. When you whined, he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Still too hard, huh?” he muttered, shifting himself against your bare core. “Right. I’ll lower the input then.”

Loosing his boney grip, he rolled his hands over your breast before raising them a few milliliters. Back and forth, his palm tickled across your skin. As your nipples began to harden, well chewed thumbs circled their tips. Pinching the nub between thumb and forefinger, he teased both sides of you into puckered peaks.

Electric pleasure clamped tight into already tense muscles. Your back arched. An airy gasp escaped.

“Oh? Like that, huh?”

Waves of pale blue tickled your skin. Sour breath wrinkled your nose. You tried to scoot out of his grasp. It was no use. One hand pulled away from your chest before clamping on your thigh.

“Kinda hot when you squirm for me,” he groaned. “Just no sudden movements, all right?”

Before you could reply, Tomura’s mouth engulfed the tip of your breast. Slow suction teased raw skin between his teeth. As sharp teeth trapped the taunt nipple, nimble fingers continued their relentless assault on the other side.

“Tomura—!” you yelped. “Time out! Time out!”

The man above you shivered. “You really expect me to stop when you say my name like that?”

“Seriously Tomu-AH!”

Frantic protests melted into an embarrassing moan when a moist tongue flicked over hot flesh. Your hands balled into the sheets. His head bobbed with each erotic suckle, leaving you writhing into musky bedding. His flat pillow felt crusty under your cheek. Like he was trying to eat you alive, Tomura nipped a bruising trail down your body.

“Tomura. Please,” you begged. “Please listen to me.”

He paused, resting his cheek against your inner thigh. Scratchy hairs from his five o’clock shadow scraped delicate skin. You shuddered. Whiney words slipped from dry lips as you stared up at him through tear -eyes.

“Not like this. This is too fast.”

Tomura scowled. “You need me to slow it down more?” He grumbled to himself, hitching your hips higher. “Fine. I guess you did it for me after all.”

His slick tongue dove between your lower lips. A needy gasp torn from your throat. Your hips bucked. Pinkies still raised, Tomura clamped down on your body, leaving deep dents in your thighs. His wide, flat tongue stroked from bottom to top in languid laps. When he reached the tender nub at the top, you jolted again. He paused and swirled over the area a second time. One whimper from you and a naughty grin slipped onto his face.

“Well, that wasn’t that hard to find.”

Electric pleasure shot up your nerves as cracking lips encircled your swollen clit. Every wet suck dragged the air from your lungs. Trembling legs clenched around his shoulders, burning him in a vice grip of quivering thighs. A moment's reprieve gave you just enough time to watch him flatten his tongue before redoubling his efforts. Time blurred. Errant thoughts caught in a cloud of lewd indulgence. By the time he pulled away, your drool stained his pillow.

Slowly staggering from the fog, your hazy focus drifted down to the man between your legs. Stray curses accompanied violent efforts to shed skin tight jeans. A vicious tug tore the tab off his zipper. With a feral snarl he slapped a hand to his newfound enemy, decaying the denim into a pile of ash. Ratty cotton briefs landed in a pile on the floor.

Tomura’s swollen cock bobbed against your mound, leaving a pool of sticky precum on your skin. He pumped himself twice, licking his dry lips. As the slick tip prodded your twitching entrance, a wave of panic slammed you back to reality.

“NO!”

Tomura caught your wrists. You clawed the air mere centimeters from his face.

“Condom!” you demanded breathlessly. “You have to use a condom!”

“Huh?” He wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

“Rabbits are induced ovulators, remember?” you stressed, pulling against him. “It’s the act that causes the egg to drop, not the time of the month!”

Tomura froze. Red eyes stared through you. “You… don’t… have safe days?”

“Yes! Exactly!” You sighed with relief, flopping back into the mattress. “Geeze. Don’t scare me like that. I thought I’d never get through to you.”

Wait. Why did your hands feel numb?

All at once, a bone chilling cold blanketed your body. You turned your head. Tomura’s fingers dug hard into your wrists. You tried to wiggle your fingers. The bones creaked against his ruthless grip. As you strained against him, his body started to tremble.

“Hey… Tomura? A-are you okay?” you whispered.

Glowing red eyes locked onto yours. Horrified, you watched as a hideous grin split his face from ear to ear. With a savage yank, he dragged your mouth to his. The ravenous kiss split your lip. You yelped. He lapped at the blood with a low moan. More biting than caressing, his embrace left your skin burning. Panting, he finally pulled away. Hot, sour breath fanned your cheek.

In an instant, the world turned upside down. Forced face first into crusty cotton, his filthy sheets stifled your startled squeak. You climbed to your elbows, only to be yanked backwards into his boney lap. Tomura hurriedly shoved his shabby pillow underneath your body. As soon as you were properly propped, he grabbed your hips with bruising force. He leaned over your body, pinning you with his weight.

“So,” he rasped in your ear. “If I knock you up, you’d have to stay with me right?”

Your heart screeched to a halt.

“Wait. No.” Dark chuckles poured from his chest. “You’d want to stay with me, so I can take care of you.” He buried his head against your spine, grinning madly into your back. “I don’t dislike that idea.”

“Wait a second! That’s not what I—”

His moist cock prodded your entrance. “Doesn’t matter what you meant. You put the idea in my head.” Sinister giggling shook both of you. “You better take responsibi~lity. ❤”

With a hiss, Tomura sunk himself inside you. Traitorous folds, soft and pliable from his earlier attentions, parted easily with each stilted thrust. Terrified to struggle one finger too far, you went limp in his hold. It did you little good. Clamped down tight on the wings of your hips, Tomura dragged your listless body further and further along his shaft. Slimy drool spilled from cracking lips, weaving a cold, tickling trail down the side of your ribs.

“You feel so good,” he moaned.

Cheek pressed into the mattress, every pop of your spine left you gritting your teeth. His blankets balled in your fists. Tender nipples grazed the bedding, back and forth until the unmistakable tingle of pleasure rippled across your skin. The coarse cotton cover of his musty pillow clipped your clit. Raw friction burned your nerves.

When Tomura rutted against your deepest wall, you barely muffled your breathy shriek.

He reached down, turning your jaw. “Oh come on. Don’t be like that.” With a husky purr, he untagged the stray strands caught in the corner of your mouth. “I wanna hear them. The little noises you make just for me.”

You whimpered, twisting into the mattress.

With a snarl, he wrapped his arms around your chest and dragged you up onto your elbows.

“I said, I want to hear you,” he growled, grinding into your body.

You gasped.

“See? Not so hard, was it?”

Tomura slowed himself, taking long drags instead of bouncing beats. He pulled out to the tip. A crooked finger stretched your entrance open. His spongey head circled for a second, painting your skin with the mix of your fluids. The cold air battered your exposed core, sending shivers up your spine. He paused, trailing the digit down your cunt like an artist, admiring his work. Then, he plunged back in, stretching you over his length.

Slow thrusts pushed you back into the scraggly pillow. Tears rolled down your cheeks. With each deep dive, your aching clit grated against scratchy fabric. Crawling need clawed its way up your body, merging with the tingling at your breasts. Tense teeth parted as a strained whine slipped from your lips.

“Oh?”

He shifted forward, pressing you harder against the bedding. The next plunge strained against your walls, leaving you trapped between twin pleasures. Shaking knees buckled into the foam. Back arching, your cunt clenched tight around him.

Tomura sneered, bringing his full weight to bare on your back. “That’s it. Don’t think. Just focus on how good it feels to be full of my cock.”

Tangled in his vice grip, there was nothing you could do but accept his pace. Languid teasing turned into firm friction. Tomura groped for your breast. Boney fingers rubbed hard circles into your sensitive nub. Wet, erotic clicks from between your legs laid the backbeat of a blissful melody. The world slipped away until only desperate need filled your every thought.

“T-Tomura.” You squirmed under him, toes curled in the air. “Ah— So close... I…”

“Do it. Come on my cock.” He panted in your ear. Teeth gnashing, he clutched you tight. “Wanna feel you milking me. Hah… Taking my cum so deep.”

Ice flooded your veins. “Stop!” you begged, shoving against him with all your strength. “Please, stop!”

He grunted, his movements speeding inside you. “Couldn’t—ha! Even if I w-wanted to.”

“No! ” you shrieked, clawing at the blankets. “Pull out! Take it out, Tomura!”

Locking himself cheek to cheek, he canted his pelvis to a steeper angle. Shallow, sharp pulses reverberated through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure twitching through your flesh. His swollen head bore down on your front wall, dragging your puffy clit against his pillow. Swirling vision speckled as tipped over the edge.

“Ah… Gonna breed you.” He pounded into your hips. “Fill your cunt with my cum.”

With one last groan, Tomura’s cock pulsed, painting your insides with his release.

Quivering in his arms, salty tears dribbled down your jaw. You buried your face in the blankets. Wretched sobbing shook your frame.

“Hey now,” he purred, petting your rumpled hair. “It’s okay.” He rolled onto his side, yanking you into his chest. He squeezed you once before letting his hand wander to your belly. “I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it.”

You sniffled and loosed a bitter whine.

“It’ll be fine.” He shushed you like a child, tracing delicate circles across your belly. “We'll raise the kid, and then we can raze this whole society, together. After all, I want to give my girlfriend what she really wants.”

You stiffened in his grasp.

He pressed a scratchy kiss to your raw cheek before muttering: “Way more you than some tacky pink rock.”

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Closeted gay reader who's only out to his best friends Steve and Robin, telling Robin he has the BIGGEST crush on Eddie and Robin offers advice and she gangs up with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas to set Eddie and reader up for a date? (More sub reader if possible please?)

Hi, thanks for this! I'm going to be combining this request with another one:

Do you think you could do Eddie with a sub male reader who's a really good portrait artist, and one day he gifts Eddie a drawing of himself that's basically a nude. Eddie gets flustered and basically wrecks reader in bed? Maybe soft Dom Eddie and really shy reader

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

CW: 18+ Content (Smut)

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Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

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"Hey," Robin calls out. You lift your head from your sketchbook to find her in the action section, holding a VHS above her head. "Date night or no?"

You squint just a little, getting a slightly clear view of the title. "No," you return. Robin nods and turns back to the couple in front of her. Her voice is distinct as she rambles on how much she holds your opinion to a higher standard than anyone else's. She then goes on to recommend a film you hated.

If it weren't so funny watching her clearly trying not to flirt with the girl tucked up under the guys arm and keep herself on task of helping them pick out a film, you'd want to interject and tell them that the pick is garbage. But you refrain enjoying the way Robin's cheeks flair a bright red and she nearly runs out of breath with how fast she's talking.

The couple decides to go with something more classic action adventure that Steve recommends, which you do like. The couple leaves without so much as another glance backwards. "Figures," you laugh.

"Whatever," Robin huffs. "Clearly, they don't have taste."

"Clearly," you snort. "Rob, thoughts?" You turn the sketchbook around and reveal the portrait of her that you'd been working on over the last couple of days.

Her jaw drops, hands reaching up for the book. "Holy moly," she gapes. The 2D rendition of her own face is uncanny but she inspects all angles to see if somehow she'll come alive off the page, all graphite and smoky, but she doesn't. "You are a God amongst men," she exhales.

The bells chime yet again from the front door and the trio of you turn to the sound. Robin and Steve prepared to greet the new customer and there, hair billowing just a little from their face is Eddie Munson. He only gives a nod to Robin and Steve before turning to the left and heading for the thriller and horror section.

You watch him as he walks and right before you break the eye contact, Eddie looks back, a smile softly lifting his cheeks. You're not sure if you actually witness it or not, but you swear he winks at you and the thought that Eddie would ever have half the mind to give you more than a two second look over is enough to make your knees nearly buckle.

"I'm literally going to throw up," you whisper. Robin hears it, slapping the back of her hand into your chest. The action alone gets you to tear your gaze of the back of Eddie's denim vest.

Robin grins up at you. "Ask him out."

"Oh get off it," you hiss and then take your sketchbook back from her. You flip it close and stuff it into your backpack. You were supposed to be helping out, considering Friday night would get undeniably packed with people preparing for the weekend. Rather than going home before your shift, you just came immediately here.

"Oh, c'mon," she calls out to your retreating figure. "I'm sorry! I just--my brain and mouth are literally are on two different speeds and timezones. C'mon!" she calls even after the doors to employee room closes.

"Ouch," Eddie comments. "Trouble in paradise?"

Robin turns to the voice and notices a copy of Children of the Corn in Eddie's hands. "Again?" she laughs.

"Jeff keeps chickening out at the best part. It's his fault," Eddie laughs, sliding the box over the desk. He rattles off his phone number without Robin having to prompt him. But his gaze keeps lingering on the employee door. "He okay?"

Robin scans out the copy of the movie and looks over her shoulder in the direction that Eddie is still staring. "He's okay. I'm just an idiot." Robin gets what it's like--there's no telling who isn't and is like them. There's no telling who's going to accept you or shun you. A lingering gaze that last too long or even just a date could be social suicide if not actual suicide. She just knows that you and Eddie would work out.

She can see it right now in the way that Eddie keeps looking back over her shoulder. Like he's got something else to say or something else he wants to do. But he doesn't. He nods at Robin, smiling but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His exit is swift soon after and Robin swears in that moment that she cannot let you or Eddie miss out on the chance of at least one date together.

She find Steve, flirting with a girl that clearly is not looking just for herself and politely recommends another film for her to read through before dragging Steve away from the customer. "Does Eddie like care about the town fair?"

Steve blinks for a moment trying to understand why Robin has such an investment in Eddie's taste of extracurricular activities. "Why-Do you think I would know?" he asks.

"I just need to you ask Dustin for me okay. Just get Dustin to agree to get Eddie to the carnival on Saturday. 6PM sharp."

Steve watches Robin's retreating figure as she jobs to the employee room. He gapes at the ghost of her. "Henderson is not going to be able to convince Eddie alone," he whispers, scrubbing a hand over his face, knowing he's somehow getting roped into something and it most likely involves you if Robin is asking about Eddie.

And on Saturday, 6PM sharp you stroll up to the ticket line, hands slipping into the front of you front of your jeans. You're not sure when Robin or Steve are going to show up. You know Steve probably grabbed Robin before heading here and so you're more than willing to give them a few minute grace period. Besides, it's a strangely warm night. With the hint of summer approaching, the days were growing warmer. But there was nothing quite like the MidWest to keep you on your toes.

You resolve yourself to waiting and from just behind you, someone calls out your name. You turn and spot Eddie, strolling, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He stops just a couple feet shy of you. "Fancy seeing you here," he teases.

Your heart stammers in your chest and your tongue grows thick and dry. "Oh, uh, hi," you stammer out.

"Are-are you waiting on someone?" Eddie asks, elbow extending out to the crowd that is approaching.

"Uh, Robin and Steve. You?"

"Steve," he returns slowly. "And Henderson, Sinclair, and Wheeler."

Your brow furrows. "Dustin? And both Wheelers and Sinclairs or?"

"Just Lucas and Mike. They, uh, they asked if I'd come and I couldn't really say no to them even if I wanted too." Eddie laughs at his own tendernes and then gazes back up to you. "They told me to wait for them as Steve was picking them up."

"Robin said Steve was picking her up."

"Steve's beamer seats 5 anyway. Do you mind if I wait with you? Since we're sort of waiting for the same people?"

You shake your head. "No, no, I don't mind." It's a miracle now that you're thinking in the silence that's settled for a moment that you've managed to keep a conversation up for as long as you did with Eddie. You always felt way too nervous around him to get the words out before. But he's easy to talk to. It definitely helps that Eddie seems to be able to keep a conversation alive even if it feels like it's fallen silent for far to long.

"How'd-how'd the art show go?" Eddie noticed it being judged when he was sneaking out after lunch to the woods. He saw you standing in front of your drawings, judges peering at the displays. He stopped only for a minute to watch you.

"Good. Placed second overall."

"Shit, dude, that's awesome." The happiness is real, but Eddie cringes at his use of dude. He doesn't want to just be friendly but he's sure he can't outright flirt with you. So far, he's able to keep you enganged. Your face lights up as you talk about your art and you catch how after a few minutes you've just been rambling about things you're sure Eddie doesn't care about.

"I'm sorry. I'm totally just on a soaobox. I-I heard you're playing at The Hideout now?"

"Yeah, yeah, Tuesday's nights."

"Better than Gareth's garage?"

"Ten times better," Eddie laughs. "You-you should come by. If you want of course. If that's your scene."

"As-as long as you sure you want me there?" you return, not wanting to overstep through the yes is burning the tip of your tongue.

Eddie nods. "Oh, I'm sure." He happens just to check his watch to see fifteen minutes have passed. "Huh, would've thought they'd be here by now?"

You check yours too and noticing how much time has passed. "DO you think they're okay?"

"I would hope. I mean, it's not that far," Eddie laughs. Silence falls between the two of you for another moment longer and then Eddie reaches out, his hands ever so gently grazing your elbow. "Do-do you want to get tickets and head inside? We could do stuff near the front for when they show up?"

"Oh, I-oh." You want to articulate that you'd love to do that but then you're worried you'll miss Steve and Robin and the kids.

"Just say yes! You idiots! Oh my god!"

You turn behind you to see Robin peering around from the ticket booth. "Just say yes. This was supposed to be a magical moment for you two have a date but I swear to God, I have to spell everything out for you."

Your eyes widen like saucers and you're whipping around to see who's around. There is no way Robin would do this to you and you can feel your feet carrying you away before you can really process what's happening. The tears are brimming around your waterline and the lights are blurring.

"Hey, wait," Eddie's touch is soft on your shoulder. You pull out from his grasps. He calls out our name again breaks out into a jog to stop in front of you. "I like you too," Eddie whispers. It's all he can say, panic crawling up his chest. "I'd love to go out on a date with you."

The words, once they process, feel like you're breaking through water. At first muffled but then slowly it's clearer and clear. "You-you like me too?"

Eddie nods, his curls bounce at the action. A tiny smile breaks across his face, lifting his cheeks and causing a couple wrinkles to become pronounced around his eyes. "Yeah, a lot actually. No one has to know it's a date, but us. And well, Steve, Robin, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin. But like, we can keep it on the low, if it's easier for you. But I know half the reason I even agreed to this is because Dustin basically swore with 100% certainty you'd be here."

Your heart flutters at the news. Eddie agreeing to show up because you're here? It didn't seem possible. But there's Eddie smiling softly at you, his hand still cradling your elbow gently. "I hate heights," you answer.

"I love them," Eddie returns. "And I'll make sure that the heights won't hurt you."

You give a tiny nod. "Okay, promise?"

Eddie holds out his pinkie. "Promise."

And if you ever thought a pinky promise would land you here, pressed into the warmth of Eddie's bare chest, the rising sun now hitting you more and more in your eyeline, you think you might've asked for one sooner. Eddie's breathing is steady against your back. You've always been an early riser and you know Eddie likes to sleep in until noon, so you don't mind the few minutes of feeling his breathing tickles your neck.

After a while your bladder gets the best of you so you push up as gentle as you can from Eddie's heavy embrace and pad gently into the bathroom. By the time you return to the room, any lingering hold of sleep has slipped away. Eddie doesn't seem to have noticed your departure from the bed, but you don't want to go paddling about in the kitchen just yet, so you sit at Eddie's desk.

The morning continues on in relative silence. Eddie stirs, the bed creaking and he settles down, seemingly not waking. You watch him, on his back now only for a second before you go back to your page. The drawing is truly nearly done. But you're trying to capture the curl just right and are careful with each stroke of your pencil.

The bed creaks again behind you. A huff hits the air and you turn now, to see Eddie on his stomach, one arm splayed out where you know it would be over your stomach and waist. He lays there for a minute or two before he picks his head up. "Baby?"

"I'm here," you return softly, sitting now on the edge of the bed.

Eddie stretches out for you, palm settling on your knee. "Why are you up?"

"Had to pee."

"Come back to bed. Please?"

You could argue that you're not tired, but you know it's a losing game. Eddie will get what he wants. You're too soft for him to argue seriously. "Can-can I show you something?"

Eddie groans, but pushes up with a heavy exhale. "This is going to cost you exactly ten kisses for waking me up."

"I can pay the toll," you tease, and gingerly guide him up and out of the bed.

Eddie lumbers behind you, eyes still not fully open but cracking more and more as the seconds pass. You settle Eddie down on the desk chair and he tugs you onto his lap, holding one arm securely around your waist.

"Now, what is it that you want to show me, love?" he asks pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. Both of you are shirtless, though you wear boxers and Eddie wears sweatpants.

You push the sketchbook closer to him. Eddie takes it gingerly, not wanting to smudge anything or get oils onto it and ruin something. He takes in the resemblance of his face and has to do a double check. That's his nose--undeniably his by the slope and shape. He continues over his own face--the big eyes, wild hair, and takes in the bare torso. The tattoos are rendered almost perfectly.

Eddie takes in the sight of his own naked form for more than a minute solid in complete silence. Like ghost he catches another pair of hands holding around his torso in the picture too. Eddie stares at them, the way the fingers trace him so delicately. The silence causes you to squirm a little in his lap, unsure if he hates it or not. "It's-it's not done yet, but I was thinking of--

You don't even get the chance to explain what you wanted to do for the background, or the other set of hands before Eddie sets the book down and turns your head to look at him. "It's beautiful," he whispers. Your lips brush as Eddie speaks. "Is it for me?"

You nod. "Do-do you like it?"

"Like it? Sweetheart I love it. M'ere," Eddie commands. There's only centimeters between you two, but you close the distance and seal his mouth into a kiss.

Eddie's one hand slip up onto your cheek. The other kneads at your waist, pulling you closer into him. The movement brings you higher onto his lap and his erection is evident now. You grin just a little at the feeling. "Already?" you tease.

"Oh, darling, when it comes to you, I'm always hard," he laughs, kissing you again. "Thank you, for drawing this. For sharing it with me."

"Of-of course," you stutter out as Eddie's plump lips find your neck.

"So good." The thought doesn't even carry a full breath behind it and you're not sure if Eddie even meant to say it aloud, but the thought makes your lower stomach tighten in desire. You straddle him now, hands gripping at his shoulders as he kisses down your chest.

"Eds," you exhale, all shake and on the verge of a whine when his turn swirls over your nipple.

"Yes, sweetheart? Something wrong?"

You shake your head. "It's so right," you huff. Eddie's working a mark into your skin and you don't really care that it'll be there for at least the week. All you care about is the feeling of Eddie's calloused fingers sliding up your spine. All you care about is the feeling of his torso pressing into the front of you, putting just enough pressure on your own erection.

The chair soon becomes too small and too confined. Eddie lifts you up and carries to you the bed, all of a few inches. But you're happy for the change. Eddie crawls up after you, lips still latching to every inch of your skin. His praise, so good, thank you, perfect, that's what you are literal perfection, go straight to your head and make you dizzy with want.

"Gonna take these off, okay?" Eddie tells you, snapping the elastic of the boxers back into the skin of your hip. His lips and tongue cut through the sting.

"Please," you whine, realizing that his hands and mouth are closing in right where you desparetly want him.

But Eddie is devious. He pulls the cotton down with his teeth, taking them down your ankles too and then flinging them somewhere in the room before kissing back up your skin. He licks at your ankle, then kisses your left cal. He kneads at your right thigh but he skips over your puckering hole or your twitching coke.

"Look at you," he purrs, taking in your panting chest. "Tell me who's got you this riled up."

"You," you whine. "You, Eddie."

"And can anyone else do this to you?"

"No," you exhale. "No one else can."

The game continues, Eddie begging you to answer him as he works over your length, or plays at your hole. And it takes every ounce of your power to get the responses out as your brain slips in and out of the haze. All you want to do is succumb to the pleasure. It feels like you're floating without a care in the world. You revel in that feeling until Eddie snatches you back to reality with a harsh yank, nip, or even more crudely, tearing you from the brink of your first orgasm.

Eddie isn't all mean--he loves watching and listening to you cum for him. He loves when your mouth hangs open and no sound comes out because you're sunk too deep into the pleasure to have enough air for it. Eddie will always gives you that--the release. But it doesn't mean he can't toy with it occasionally.

By the time you have enough energy to become conscious, you're not sure if it's just the second or third orgasm that you've had but Eddie rocks his hips into your ass and you don't care about what really is going on as his length nudges against the one spot that will have you crying.

Eddie shushes you, kissing away the fat tears that roll down your cheek. The sight of you babbling beneath him in tears as his own cock twitching inside of you. He knows he won't last long, but he slows down to comfort you. "Oh, hey, you're okay. I'm right here," he coos.

The salt of your tears mixes on his tongue with the salt of your previous releases and Eddie's grip on your thighs loosen just a little as his rubs the fingers he can spare to the back of your thighs. "Too much?' he asks noticing how you haven't caught your breath.

You shake your head no. "More, please." It comes out with a croak, but Eddie resumes the snap of his snaps. "Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

"Gratitude has never sounded sexier," Eddie whispers into your neck. "Fuck."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #h writes #stranger things #soft dom! eddie #sub!reader

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toxic90sboy · 1 year

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I NEED A TASTE OF YOU (not proof read)

Fetishizing She/Her, She/They, Females DNI

Murdoc x Male reader x 2D (Seperate)

Smut Headcannon

Blood Kink, Marks, BDSM, Smut, Fluff

MURDOC

- Murdoc definitely seems like a person who would be rough in bed. He’s possessive wanting to claim you so people know your his.

- This man would totally bite you and have bite marks, scratch and hickeys all over you and you make you flaunt them. But I also feel like he would like a few hickeys and scratches on himself in return.

- Holy hell is Murdoc into BDSM? Yes, this man would have you tied up on the bed post dominating you. You’ll be crying with pleasure and be begging for his dick.

- He’s a huge tease especially if you’ve been a bad boy, It would be to the point that you have a cock ring on while he’s railing you from behind. He would fuck you dumb and you’d like it.

- I feel like he’ll have a blood kink but only if your into it and if you are expect a lot of cutting. But he would still be caution to not cut too deep or on a vain or something.

- Good thing about this man is that he has a soft spot for you and the aftercare you get spoiled. A bubble bath with him while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Rubbing your back the next day while treating you with breakfast in bed and some cuddles while watching shitty horror movies while laughing.

- 2d is a softie and would be soft in bed. He would always check up on you if he thinks he’s too rough.

- He is a GOD in bed, this man is slow but sensual, he’s defiently a dom in bed but would 100% let you be a power bottom and just ride him on some days.

- If you want to do something kinky he would gladly like marking with a ton of hickeys alll over your body like your neck, chest, ass, just spots where people can see and spots where he personally can see.

- One of 2D’s favorite thing is to just eat you out like a goddamn lollipop and he enjoys the faces and moans you make while he does it. He would ask for you to just sit on his face and just suffocate him to death with your ass.

- 2D’s blow jobs are to literally die for, he goes down on it. He’s just majestic in made and he fucks like a GOD. Like honestly he gives your more pleasure during sex basically meaning he likes to give rather than receive.

- 2D’s aftercare is something to die for like this man would spoil you and apologize if he thinks he went too hard on you. Expect a lot of cuddles, a heated blanket, and more cuddles. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger for anything and he’ll do anything for you. A glass of water? Already got it right here. Cookies? Yes. And that’s all he would do for you

#gorillaz #2d #murdoc gorillaz #male reader #male x male #male x male reader #gay men

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888bambi · 10 months

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ATTENTION!!! - LEE HEESEUNG

✰ synopsis: heeseung was a really good boyfriend, but you hated how he was ignoring you every time he played video games- so you make sure he'll give you all his attention from now on

!gamer bf heeseung x !fem reader

featuring: enhypen's jake and niki

genre(s): suggestive

warnings: making out; let me know if there's anything else i need to add; not proofread!!! so i'm apologising for any mistakes

word count: 1917

✰ 07.07.2023

Heeseung was a really sweet boyfriend. Buying you flowers and chocolate, taking you out for movie nights, helping you pick out your outfits and so on. If anything, he was the ideal boyfriend, the guy of your dreams.

What you hated most about him was that he often ignored you when he played video games with his friends. While you understood he needed to spend time with his friends as well, it always pissed you off how he would have his headphones on all the time, unable to hear you call his name and so on. It made you feel neglected; not to mention, you heard him one time discussing with Jake about how hot some female character was- a lifeless, 2D character, hot? Hotter than you? The fact that they often watched girl streamers also made you kind of jealous.

Friday night and you hoped you’d go out with your boyfriend, but all your plans crashed when you heard him on a discord call with his friends. Of course they were playing video games again. You neatly done your hair and picked a pretty outfit to hang out with him, but apparently, he had more important plans, since he was still dressed in his home clothes: a pair of washed brown sweatpants and a loose white T-Shirt. As soon as he heard you entering, his head snapped your way, before quickly turning it back onto the screen. ‘’Come here,’’ he added as he patted his lap, without bothering to look at you.

‘’No.’’ you coldly replied as you turned around, ‘’keep watching your 2D girlfriends since they're clearly more entertaining than me.’’ slamming the door behind you, Heeseung was visibly confused by your attitude, quickly excusing himself and ending the call with his friends before following you out of his room.

‘’Did you just call the characters in my game ‘my girlfriends’?’’ he asked you as soon as he grabbed your hand, forcing you to turn around and look at him.

A frown formed between your eyebrows as you removed his grip from your wrist, putting some distance between the two of you ‘’well, you clearly like them more than you like me.’’ you replied dryly, sitting down on the sofa with crossed legs, turning on the TV.

‘’C’mon, don't tell me you’ve never found a fictional character hot,’’ he added as he sat down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, ''They're hot but they aren't real. That's it.’’

Slowly turning your head to look at him, you closed the gap between the two of you, grabbing his chin, pinching his cheeks with your nails ‘’are they hotter than me?’’

‘’No way!’’ Heeseung added, chuckling at your actions, ‘’are you jealous because of some characters?’’ His laugh only pissed you off more, rolling your eyes, amusing him even more. ‘’Nobody’s hotter than you baby.’’ he leaned in to whisper into your ear, a shiver running down your spine due to the sudden closeness.

This time, it was his turn to grab your chin, as he slowly turned your head around, making you face him, ‘’I bet you’d be more entertaining than them anyways.’’ he replied, gently cupping your face as his other hand was caressing your thigh.

Looking into his eyes, you were debating whether you should put your attitude aside, forget about your little hangout that will, probably, never happen at this point, or simply ignore him and give him the silent treatment. Seems like you decided to do neither of those two, since you impatiently climbed onto his lap, resting your hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, ''You say I’m more entertaining than them?’’ leaning in you licked his earlobe, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as your tongue made contact with his skin.

‘’Of course,’’ he quietly added, almost like a whisper, as he turned his head around, wanting to kiss you, only to be denied when you suddenly turned your head the other way.

‘’Prove it then.’’ visibly confused by your question, he raised his eyebrows, your faces dangerously close to each other now, ‘’delete than stupid game and spend some quality time with me instead.’’ brushing your lips past his, Heeseung was slowly going insane, all thanks to your teasing.

‘’Deal.’’ smashing his lips on yours, he pulled you in a needy kiss, his large hand quickly finding its way behind your head, almost pressing you on his body.

Putting your hands on his chest, you slowly pushed him away, resting your head on his forehead as he tried to kiss you again, chasing after your lips, ‘’Delete it now.’’ you demanded, glaring into his eyes, seeing them gradually darken under your touch.

‘’Later.’’ he sharply said before trying to drag you into another desperate kiss, only to be denied again.

‘’Now.’’

‘’Fine.’’ he rolled his eyes, visibly frustrated by your attitude; pushing you off his lap, he rushed to his computer, with you trailing behind him. Without a second thought, he deleted the game, surprising you since you didn't expect him to be so eager to do it. ‘’Now, do I get to ‘spend some quality time’ with my pretty girlfriend?’’ he answered as he closed the gap between the two of you, his hands swiftly finding their way around your waist.

As soon as he saw you nodding, he pushed you down onto his bed, climbing on top of you before leaning in to kiss you again; it felt like he wasn't taking his time with you anymore, harshly biting down onto your lower lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth, exploring every corner of your cavity. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you knew he liked it when you dug your nails in his skin, or when you played with his hair, driving him crazy.

Heeseung felt like a starving man, kissing you like there was no tomorrow, not that you were complaining. You wanted all his attention, and well, you got it. Feeling trapped under his body, you wanted to turn the tables, slowly lifting yourself up and pushing him against the headboard, you were on his lap again, detaching your lips from him only to kiss his defined jawline. His hands were now on your hips, moving your body against his own as he threw his head back, giving you the space you wanted. Kissing a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, you felt his grip tightening on your hips, as he rested his head on your shoulder, clearly enjoying your doing. ‘’Take this off.’’ you demanded, playing with the hem of his shirt, watching as he quickly obeyed your words, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the side.

Trailing your hands up and down his bare chest, you leaned in, kissing his sweet skin again, all the way from his collarbones down to his hip bone, stopping right above the waistband of his sweatpants. Going back up, he gently cupped your face, kissing your lips again.

The fact that he always let you do anything you wanted to him was definitely igniting something indescribable deep within you, feeling electric shocks everywhere his hands touched your body.

In the heat of the moment, you didn't realize you left some marks behind: precisely on his shoulder, collarbones and right under his ear, the only place where he won’t be able to hide it- maybe only with turtlenecks. It was spring. Turtlenecks weren't the best option. ‘’Shit!’’ you pulled away, turning his head to the side, taking a better look at what you just did, ‘’i might have left a hickey… right under your ear.’’

Visibly feeling ashamed for what you did, he smirked, lowering his gaze on your body. ‘’I’m sure you’d be more than happy to give me one of your turtleneck shirts, right?’’

Nodding at his words, it was only then when you realized he was talking about this specific one you were wearing at this exact moment. As soon as realization hit you, his hands were already caressing your waist, expectantly waiting for your next move, as he kept playing with the material of your thin turtleneck.

‘’Take it off.’’ he whispered in a breath as he leaned back on the headboard, his lustful eyes focused on your every move.

As soon as you managed to pull the turtleneck off your head, he was quick to put his large hand on your lower back, pressing your bare chests together, the only thing separating the two of you being your black lace bra. Obviously enjoying the view, it was his turn now to leave wet kisses on your skin, cherishing every inch on your neck and collarbones, giving some special attention to your cleavage. Your fingers were now entangled in his black locks as his tongue did wonders on your chest, sucking harshly enough to make a trail of kisses from the left side to the right. He confidently reached for the back of your bra, skilfully unclasping it with one hand. As he was about to remove the only piece of clothing separating your chests, the doorbell suddenly rang, stopping you in your tracks.

Heeseung quickly clasped your bra again, pulling away to look into your eyes, ‘’Are we having visitors?’’

‘’Did you order something?’’- you both asked two different questions at the same time, confusion washing over you as both your answers were no.

Getting off from his lap and putting your shirt back on, he did the same, quickly walking towards the front door.

By the time you got there, Heeseung was already opening the door, revealing a breathless Jake and a very mad Riki, both looking directly at your boyfriend with betrayed expressions.

‘’Guys..?’’ your boyfriend asked, the confusion on his face evident upon seeing the two at his house so suddenly.

‘’You traitor!’’ Jake shouted, dramatically pointing at Heeseung, still having a hard time breathing, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

His statement confused you too, because you had no recollection of something Heeseung did that might possibly make them say this about him.

‘’How dare you leave the lobby right before the match starts!’’ Riki yelled, grabbing your boyfriend by the collar, shaking him in a comic manner that almost made you laugh. ‘’I thought we were a team! How can you backstab us like that!’’

‘’Yeah bro, that wasn't very nice of you. You’ve never-’’ Jake stopped speaking as soon as he spotted the fresh hickey right under Heeseung’s ear, and since he was a smart guy, he easily put 2+2 together. Grabbing Riki by his shoulders and pushing him back, a wide grin was now replacing his betrayed expression. ‘’Sorry for intruding bro, you had a very reasonable motive to ditch us today. Have fun!’’ and with that, he grabbed a very disoriented Riki away and disappeared from your front door.

Awkwardly closing the door, Heeseung turned his gaze on you, an apologetic smile on his face; as he walked towards the staircase, where you were waiting for him with your arms crossed, his hands gently made their way to your waist, giving you a light squeeze. ‘’So… how about we pick up where we left off..?’’

‘’I guess we could,’’ you nonchalantly replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. A teasing smile appeared on your face, and Heeseung knew that meant trouble; ‘’not before you tell me how these two managed to get in here so quickly. Are they secretly Batman and Spiderman or what?’’

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen x y/n #heeseung #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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bas-writes · 9 months

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Obey Me

A collection of drabbles (<1k words), staring hot 2D people from Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen and One Piece, and, exclusively, female or afab Y/N. The main topic is a bottom and/or submissive reader.

I'm treating it as a side project, a serie of short texts to help me keep myself in good creative shape. The list is open for request during special Friday celebration!

Based on prompts from this list.

Contains:

“We might get caught. Does that turn you on?” (feat. Toji x fem!Reader)

"Come here. Now." (feat. Gear5!Luffy x AFAB!Reader)

#masterlist

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tinirainboom · 9 months

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Creating a RoR Buddha x reader fanfic

Hello everyone! A 2 weeks ago I finished the second season of Ror and the only god that hooked me and fell in love was Shaka (Buddha), he is the best character I have ever seen! his design, his seiyuu, and let's not even talk about his personality. Oh for God's sake, I need a shaka in my life!😍 and I just had the inspiration to create a fanfic about him and I started writing the first chapter.

The truth is that I finished reading all the Shaka fanfic on tumblr 😅 lol. I know I'm very simp for him XD

It's my first time writing a fanfiction, and I just want you to be kind and be patient to me Σ (T△ T |||) ︴

I'll do my best to write and portray the characters well. (¯ ▽ ¯ *)

The fanfic is called ~I'm not who you think I am~ and I'll give you a little introduction:

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The story is about our reader entering the Shuumatsu no Valkyrie anime, along with his best friend Haku Takahashi (an oc of mine), and the problem is that they are in other people's bodies. The two of them didn't even die in our world, they just mysteriously passed out in the reader's room and woke up in someone else's body. They both realize that these people are almost identical to them, and that in this life they are first level gods with a very important role and they have to find out what it is. Haku and the reader are going to have to take care of all the gods since within their consciousness they are like the sports magazine from Back to the Future and since they are not the original people who have the powers of deity so they are defenseless. Will the reader be able to discover who is manipulating them and why? Will Haku and the reader have enough courage to face their 2D crush and not end up making a fool of themselves? Will they have the possibility of changing the fate of any character? well… that will have to find out while reading the story.

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The reader is originally going to be a female, although you can read it with another gender (if you want of course), the only thing I'm going to put inside the reader's identity is their last name, which will be Yagami (this will have an explanation later in the story, but I'm not going to do a spoiler, and the other reason why choose this last name because it sounds cool XD)

Ok, that's all (// ¯ ▽ ¯ //) I'm going to post the English version of this story here on Tumblr and the Spanish version on my wattpad account which is @Tinirainboom.

English is not my native language, so if I have errors in the language I have no problem being told.

~Have a nice day, afternoon or night~

~Reiko Yukimura~

#buddha x reader #buddha x you #record of ragnarok #shumatsu no valkyrie #fanfic #first time writing fanfic #hope you like it #i'll do my best #my oc Haku #ror buddha #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror x reader

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lemonyboy97 · 3 months

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Wrote this in like 8th grade?? If you like it might continue it??

(Dabi x !self insert! !female! Reader)

New world and a Fresh Start.

By: Me

Epilogue

“Where am I?” I ask the holograph standing in front of me. It doesn’t answer, instead it says, “I take it you haven't read the letter on the bedside table.” I shake my head and look around. The room is…2D? It looks like something you would see in an anime.

I pick up the letter from the table beside me and start reading, ‘ “Seems you found my letter. I'm guessing you're confused. You are here because you were one of the few people selected to come to our world. ” I look up in confusion, but the hologram is gone. ‘As of today, this will be your home. You will be able to customize how you look. Your journey begins now. There should be a screen in front of you, choose the anime world you want to go to and live your story.

Thank you for reading, sincerely, The government.” ‘

Just like the letter said, a screen popped up in front of me. On it were hundreds of anime’s, Naruto, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Pokemon, and SO many more. It only took a second to decide. I carefully clicked on My Hero Academia. A notice popped up,

Warning: You will not be able to switch worlds, are you sure this is your choice?

Yes No

I clicked yes, I don't remember what happened after that, other than waking up and seeing… Izuku Midoriya?

Chapter 1

I look around and realize I'm on the ground. “H-Hey! Are you okay? You just fell out of the sky!” I look back at Izuku. “I think so.. Do you know who I am?” I ask. He shakes his head and says, “All I know is that you're one of the new UA students.” I start to stand up, Izuku reaches out his hand to help. “Thanks, Izuku Midoriya right?” I say. His eyes widen as he says, “H-How did you know that?!” “I have no idea, but I'm Hanako Suzuki,” I reply. Behind him, I can see my reflection. I have ice blue eyes, two-toned hair (white and black), and it's super long and wavy.

“So.. what class are you in?” He asks “1-A” I reply. He smiles and says, “Hey! That's my class! I can walk you there if you want.” I look at him and smile. “I would love that! Thanks, Izuku” He asks lots of questions while we walk. “Where are you from? What's your quirk? Who’s your favorite pro hero?”

“I don't know where I’m from, I haven't figured out my quirk yet if I have one.. I don't remember anything. And I really like EraserHead.” Izuku gasps and says, “You're gonna love our teacher then!” I nod and say, “I know who he is, Mr. Aizawa right?” He nods and smiles.

“Here it is! Class 1-A!” Izuku says as he opens the door. As I walk in Mina glances at me and Midoriya. “Another new kid Mr. Aizawa!” She shouts. Then Everyone in the room looks at me. Me being shy and easily flustered turned pink and waved awkwardly. “H-Hi..” Some smiled, and the ones who didn’t turn back around to keep talking to their friends. I look around the classroom and notice that Izuku is motioning me to sit down in an empty chair.

Unfortunately, that chair is right by Katsuki Bakugou. He looks at me when I walk up and says, “What do you want, extra.” I try to smile, and say, “Hi. I’m Hanako Suzuki” He turns back to his friends and ignores me. I sit down and stare at the front of the classroom. A kid sits down on the other side of me, they have a periwinkle pixie-cut, and a red beanie on. I wave and say, “H-Hi. I'm Hanako, who are you?” After a moment's hesitation, they turn and look me in the eyes, “Hiromi.” “What's your quirk?” I ask. “Ice. What's yours.” Hiromi says. I reply, “Um.. I don't know.. I don't remember anything.” Hiromi nods and turns around. I sigh and look at my desktop.

Izuku walks up to me and says, “Hey Hanako, let me introduce my friends!” I look up as he points and names each of his friends, “Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki, Tsuyu Asui, over there with the red hair is Ejiro Kirishima, and yellow hair is Denki Kaminari. Purple hair with headphones is Kyouka Jirou. Black hair over there is Momo Yaoyorozu. This is Katsuki Bakugou. The Bird-head over there is Fumikage Tokoyami. And the perverted grape is Minrou Mineta.”

Uraraka takes over while Izuku catches his breath “Mina Ashido is the pink girl, that sparkly boy over there is Yuga Aoyama, the uniform with no body is Toru Hagakuro, Hanta Sero is the black-haired kid standing by Kirishima. Mozo Shoji is the kid with white hair and a cool mask. He is such a gentleman. The kid with big lips is Rikido Sato, The guy who looks kinda like tree bark is Koji Koda, and the kid with the tail is Mashirao Ojiro. Also, the guy with the sleeping bag on the ground over there is our teacher, Mr. Aizawa.”

I nod and mutter, “There's no way I’m remembering all that…” She laughs and says, “Well I better sit down, class is about to start. I can’t wait to talk some more!” As she and the others walk off, Bakugou looks at me, “You need to pick now. You can either be friends with me, or those nerds. You can't be both.” I think for a moment and reply, “Depends, are you gonna be a jerk the whole time I’m with you and your friends?” He smirks and says, “Depends, who are you choosing?” I think it over for a minute and say, “You I guess, they all seem soft.” He nods and says, “Welcome to the Bakusquad” as he gestures to his friends behind him.

…

At Lunch

As I'm looking around the lunch area I see both Kirishima and Izuku waving at me. I wave back at Izuku but sit down by Mina, Denki, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Hiromi. I turn around and see Izuku frowning at me. When I turn back to the table Katsuki is staring at me. “What do you want?” I say. He shakes his head and looks away. I look at Mina and she shrugs. “Well in case nobody knows who I am, My name is Hanako Suzuki! Call me Hanako please” I say. Kirishima and Denki smile and (at the same time) say, “Hi Hanako!” I smile back and reply, “I already know who you guys are thanks to Ururaka, so…” “Are you done? Good. Now shut up and eat Idiots.” Katsuki growls. I look down at the table and go quiet. Kirishima says, “Bakubro, that wasn't very nice..” I look up and Katsuki says to Kirishima “What the hell do I care extra.” I look at Kirishima and say, “It's fine Kiri, thanks though.” I glance at Hiromi. They are staring off into space. I notice that every now and then their hand jerks. I'm watching their hands when they look up. They frown and move their hand under the table.

I look down in embarrassment. I can feel my face flush pink. Someone walks up behind me and says, “Hey Hanako, do you wanna come sit with us? You look uncomfortable over here.” I turn around and it’s Ochaco. I shake my head as I say, “Sorry Uraraka, thanks for the offer though..” She frowns and turns around. I turn around and lay my head on the table. ‘Why do I always make people sad or mad?’ I ask myself. I close my eyes, and I guess I fall asleep because the next thing I know Hiromi is shaking me awake. They look at me and say, “C’mon, it's time for class.” I nod and follow them back to the 1-A classroom.

…

After class

As I’m leaving the classroom I notice that Izuku looks kinda sad. I walk over and say, “Hey Izuku… Sorry for not sitting with you at lunch. Are you okay?” He looks up and half smiles, “Y-yeah I'm good.” I look at him and say, “Izuku. I swear to god. Stop lying and tell me what the hell is wrong right now.”

He shakes his head and says, “I'm really ok Hanako, do you remember where your house is?” I frown and say, “No.. But it's ok! I’ll call my mom.” I take out my phone and say, “I-I don't know my password...:” I try typing in something random and it unlocks. “But I apparently just figured it out!” I look at Izuku and we smile. I scroll through my contacts and click on ‘Mom’. It rings and when she picks up she says, “What do you want, mistake.” I had put it on speaker. Izuku looks at me in alarm and I try to smile. It looks more like a grimace. I ask, “H-How do I get home from school?” I hear her groan and say, “Why should I care, I told you to spend the night outside. You're not coming home.” She then hangs up.

“H-h-Hanako! Was that your mom?!” Izuku says quietly. I nod weakly and say, “I-I th-think so...” Izuku grabs my hand and says, “You have to come home with me! I can't let you stay on the streets, it’s dangerous!” I look at him as I make a decision. “Izuku.. That's extremely kind of you… but I can't accept that offer, I don't want to be a burden to you and your family.” I say. Izuku tries to grab my hand again as I walk away but I start running.

I ran out of the classroom, and out of the building. I hear someone behind me and think it's Izuku, so I keep running. “Hey! Wait up!” the person yells. I stop and turn around and it's Todoroki. He looks at me and says, “I overheard you and Midoryia’s conversation. Sorry, but I can't let you stay out here alone all night.” As he's talking he's walking towards me. Suddenly he grabs me and picks me up, one hand behind my head and neck, one hand underneath my knees. “W-What the- Todoroki?!” I yelp. I look up at him and he looks down at me while walking, “I can't have you running off, now can I?” I, of course, am as red as a tomato.

I try to move to where I can make him put me down and he says, “Please stop, I don’t want to have to carry you over my shoulder but I will if I have to.” I stop struggling and glare at him. “You wouldn't dare.” He was looking ahead, but he turned his head to look back down at me. He smirked and said, “How much do you wanna bet?” I realized he was serious, so I decided to shut my mouth.

After a few minutes he said, “Look. I’m sorry for carrying you, but I really don't want you running away and getting hurt because you were too stubborn to accept help.” I sigh and say, “Well, thanks Shoto. I-I just don't remember anything before this morning, an-and h-hearing my m-mother’s voice f-filled with…” I couldn't say any more because I had started crying. I turned my face so he couldn't see my tears.

Of course turning my head meant my face was in his chest, so he felt my tears. Thankfully he didn't say anything about it, “I understand Hanako. My family isn't exactly all rainbows and smiles either.” I looked up and noticed that he had stopped walking and was looking at me. My face is pink I can tell, but he just smiles and starts walking again. “My family can be… harsh. So please just let me do the talking… Actually if you could pretend to sleep, that would be a lot easier to explain.” He says. “I won't have to pretend if I actually fall asleep” I say as I close my eyes.

…

Chapter 2

When I wake up I keep my eyes closed and try to remember my dream while trying to go back to sleep. I finally gave up and opened my eyes. After a moment I remember the previous day and sit up. I look around the room I’m in. The walls are blank, and the bed is simple. I glance around looking for Shoto, and see that he is on the floor with only a pillow, no blanket. I stand up, take the blanket covering me and gently lay it on him. As I stand back up he opens his eyes.

“Good morning,” He says as he sits up. I look at him and say, “you could have put me on the floor. I wouldn't have minded.” He looked back at me and replied, “why in the world would I do that? I can sleep on the floor too, you know.” I shrug and say, “It’s your house though, you should sleep on your bed.” Shoto shakes his head and says, “You know that makes no sense right? Yes, you're the guest. Which means you should have the bed. Whatever. Here, take these and get changed. I'll step out of the room so you can have some privacy.”

He hands me a hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. “The hoodie is mine, but the jeans and shirt are my sister’s. She’s a few years older than you so her clothes might be a little big.” Then he turns around and walks out of the room. I turn so my back is to the door just in case, then I change into the clothes Shoto gave me. They actually fit perfectly. Well, other than the hoodie. The sleeves go past my hands and the bottom almost to my knees. Once finished, I open the door and peek my head out. I don't see Shoto anywhere, but I hear yelling in another room. I walk down the hall and look around the corner just in time to see Shoto’s father raising his hand and swinging down towards Shoto’s face. I don't know what happened after that, but suddenly I was in front of Shoto taking the hit instead of him.

The hit had so much power that it knocked me backwards into Shoto. He caught me and his father looked shocked. “Well since you're ready we can leave Hanako,” Shoto growls. I nod numbly and we walk out of his house together. Once we are outside he looks at me and says, “I’m so so sorry Hanako! Why would you do that? How did you even get over to me so fast, I saw you by the door right as his hand was about to hit my face!” I stop, shake my head and say, “I couldn't just stand by and watch you get hit, and also I have no idea Shoto.” He gives me a look and replies, “That's strange… You're sure you don't remember how to use your quirk?” I nod and say. “ I don't. Shoto… do you think that I just used my quirk without realizing it?” He shrugs and we start walking again.

…

After class/At lunch

I walk to lunch by myself, trying to decide who to sit with. When I get to the lunch area I’m still undecided, so I sit by myself at a corner table. I get food from Lunch Rush, go back to my table, and then sit down. After a few moments, Hiromi walks up and sits down beside me. I kind of jump when they set their food down. “O-oh hi Hiromi! I didn't hear you come up behind me!.” They nod but don't say anything. “Hey Hanako, can we sit with you?” I look up and to my surprise, Shoto, Deku (Izuku), and Uraraka are standing across from me. I start to say yes but Hiromi says, “I have no problem with Todoroki, but if the other two sit down I’m leaving.” Deku looks hurt but nods and he and Uraraka walk away.

Shoto sits down across from me and says, “Sorry again for this morning. I feel really bad.” Hiromi looks at me with their eyebrows raised as if asking a silent question. I ignore them and say, “I swear to god Shoto. It's fine really. If it hadn't happened and we hadn't told Mr. Aizawa, I wouldn't know what my quirk was.” He nods and starts eating. “Hey, Todoroki. Wanna hang out later?” Hiromi asks. “Umm.. I guess. I'm going to visit my mom in the hospital… Hanako, do you want to come with us?” I look back at Shoto. “Sure,” I say and smile. Hiromi nods and says, “It’s a date. Well, not a date, date, I mean sounds like a plan.” Shoto and I look at each other and start laughing. “OK then, sounds like a date, I mean a plan,” Shoto teases.

...

After school

I met up with Shoto and Hiromi at the edge of the school building. I grab Hiromi and Shoto’s hands and say, “All right, friend squad. Let’s go!” Hiromi laughs, and Shoto smiles and asks, “friend squad?” I nod and reply, “I like it.” “I do too,” Shoto says. We start walking, no longer holding hands. I pulled out my phone and blasted my favorite song, Gurenge by LiSA. Shoto looked at me like I was crazy. “What? I like it.” I said. “I didn't think that was your type of music, I thought you were more of a violin and peaceful music person.” He replied. I laugh and say, “I can't remember when or who, but someone has said that to me before. They were my best friend…” My voice trailed off, and Hiromi said, “I’ve said that to someone before. I just.. I can't remember who I said it to. But it was my best friend. They were a lot like you, Hanako.”

After a few minutes of silent and semi-awkward walking, Shoto says, “Here we are.” I look up at him and say, “You look nervous.” He has to look down at me because I’m so much shorter than him. “I’ve never brought someone with me to see my mother. I’m worried about your and her reaction.” I take his hand, and then reach for Hiromi’s and say, “It will be ok. I can't wait to meet her.” Hiromi nods and pulls their hand out of mine. “S-sorry I don’t really like being touched.” I smile and say, “It’s fine! I understand.”

…

In the hospital room

“Hi, mom,” Shoto says when we are all in the room. There was a woman sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She slowly turned her head, smiled, and said, “Shoto, you brought your friends!” He smiles and replies, “This is Hanako and Hiromi, and by the way Hiromi is non-binary.” She stands up and walks over to Shoto, and then hugs him. When she backs up she looks at me and then Hiromi, “It is a pleasure to meet you two.” She says. I smile and say, “It’s wonderful to meet you as well!” For a moment she just stares at Hiromi. “Hmm.. You look very familiar, do I know you or your parents?” She asks. “I-I never knew my parents. I was put up for adoption the moment I was out of my mother’s womb” Hiromi says, and looks down.

“I'm so sorry to hear that. What’s your quirk?” Rei asked. Hiromi looks back up and says, “Ice.” Shoto’s mothers’ eyes widen, but she doesn't say anything. She slowly walks back to where she was sitting before and sits down. Shoto and I look at each other, he looks just as confused as me. “Mom, how are you feeling?” He asks. I walk over to the window and look down. There’s a boy with black hair, ice blue eyes, and scars looking back at me. We lock eyes, and I feel a kind of electricity shoot through me. Hiromi, Shoto, and Rei talk behind me. I keep staring at the stranger. He motions for me to come down. I back up and think for a moment. I tell Shoto that I’ll be back and use my quirk to teleport down beside the strange boy. He looks at me and smirks. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He asks. I shake my head and say, “Why don’t you tell me, pretty stranger.”

“Hmm” is all he says. After a moment he says, “What are you doing in that room, up there.” and motions to the room I was in. “Visiting a friend's mom. Why were you staring?” I ask. He looks back at me, and says, “I saw you and two others walk into the hospital earlier and I was jealous of that boy with you.” He says that and then gives my hair hanging over my shoulder a little flick. I look down trying to hide my pink face. “If I may ask, what’s your name?” The stranger asks. “Hanako. Yours?” “Call me Touya,” He says. He pauses for a second and says, “Look at me.” I look up and he continues, “Would you like to meet for lunch sometime?” I feel my eyes widen and I say, “L-like just you and me?” He nods. I say, “Sure…” After a few moments, he says, “You better get back up there, your friend is staring at us.” I look at Todoroki and wave, but when I look back at Hisoki he’s gone.

I didn’t notice ‘Touya’ standing around the corner of the hospital watching me when I teleported back to the room. Shoto turns around and says, “There you are! I was getting worried.” I smile and say, “Worried about little old me? You shouldn't be.”

...

Back at Shoto’s house

“What are you doing back here? This isn't a charity center. Go back to your home” Growled Shoto’s dad. I had just walked in with Shoto. Shoto glared at his father and said, “She can stay here for as long as she likes, her mom kicked her out.” I looked at Shoto and grabbed his hand. “S-shoto, I’m not wanted here. I’ll just leave, it’s not worth fighting over.” I whisper. He glares at me too. “Yes, it is.” He says. He must've seen something change in my eyes as I made my decision because he grabs my shoulders and says, “ Hanako. Don’t teleport away from me. I will find you and drag you back here by your hair if I have to.” I look away and say, “Sorry Todoroki. I’m not worth this fight.” Then I teleport to the UA gates.

I look around to make sure no one saw me, then I walk towards a random alley. Then I sit down under the eve of a building, in case it rains or something. I lean my head against the wall as tears fill my eyes. After a few minutes, I hear Todoroki calling my name from far away. I stand up and look around trying to see where he is, so I can teleport away from him. And I see Touya walking with a girl about my height, with blonde hair. I quickly sit back down, in my sheltered space hidden from view. “Ooh~ Dabi’s got a crush on a stranger~” She laughs. Dabi..? “Toga I swear to god. Shut the hell up.” He growls. My eyes widen, Toga, like Toga the villain? But what was he doing with her? My hand moves to cover my mouth, as my eyes widen. I can hear their footsteps coming closer.

I try to teleport but they see me before I can escape. “Hanako?” He says. Toga looks me up and down and says, “So this is the girl you saw today? Interesting” I look up, I’m shocked but for some reason, I’m not scared. “You lied to me.” Is all I can say. His eyes narrow and he almost growls, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it was rude to eavesdrop.” Then everything goes dark.

Chapter 3

Ugh, my head… I groan. “Finally awake little mouse?” I hear someone say. I slowly open my eyes, and right in front of me is Touya. No, Dabi, that's his real name. He is right up in my face, “Sorry about that, but I couldn't have you calling for help.” He says. I try to say something but he puts his hand over my mouth and says, “Shh. You have to stay quiet, or I’ll be forced to bind your mouth too.” Only then do I realize I’m handcuffed, to a pole behind my back. I look around taking in my surroundings for the first time, and I can feel panic start to set in. I look back at Dabi and mouth the words, why am I here? He laughs and says, “I couldn't have you running off telling the world you saw me and Toga. She suggested chaining you to a bed, but I told her it was too early for that.” He laughs again and backs away from me, towards a door on the opposite wall. “Wait, please don't leave me here alone,” I beg.

He stops and smirks, “What did I say about staying quiet?” He walks over to the corner across the room where there is a piece of cloth laying on the floor. I try to scoot backwards, but the pole is directly behind me so I can't go anywhere. Dabi crouches down in front of me and reaches behind my head with the cloth. I look into his eyes, inches away from me. “Don’t look at me like that kitty, I warned you.” He says. When the cloth is secured around my mouth to where I can’t speak he steps back and says, “Sleep well little mouse. I’ll be back in the morning.” And with that, he’s gone.

...

After a long sleepless night

“So, has he said what he was going to do with you yet?” Toga asks. She has kept me company for the past 1, 2 maybe even 3 hours. I shake my head. Strictly yes, no, or shrug questions. Apparently, Dabi told the League not to touch me, or any of my bindings. We both look up as Dabi slams the door open and snarls, “Get. out.” Toga stands up, brushes off her skirt, and smiles at me before walking past Dabi out the door. He stalks over to where I’m sitting tied up. He reaches behind me, to my cuffed hands and drags me upwards, so that I’m standing. My knees give out since this is the first time I’ve stood since last night and my legs have been crossed the whole time. He catches me before the chains do and holds me up.

“What did Toga tell you.” He says angrily. I shake my head because I’m still gagged. He sighs, lets me go, and carefully unties the cloth around my mouth. I open my mouth and breath deeply. “S-she didn’t tell m-me anything,” I say. Dabi looks into my eyes, and then shakes his head and looks away. He mutters something that I can't quite hear. He is still holding my face where the cloth was. I look down, but then I feel his hand move beneath my chin and pull my face back up. “Look at me.” He growls. I try to look away, but he keeps his grip firm. “Look at me or else.” I say, “Or else wh-” But I’m cut off by him kissing me. “Or I’ll do that.” He says, then he smirks. I turn bright pink.

“Now, about that lunch date…” He whispers. I’m staring into his eyes, as he presses his lips to mine again. He tastes like smoke and liquor. I try to pull away but he holds me in place by the back of my neck. I didn’t even notice that his hand had moved. Almost a minute later he pulls away both of us gasping for air. I can tell I’m bright red, and he looks… excited? And confused, and handsome, and… Snap out of it Hanako! I tell myself. He kidnapped you for god’s sake. “How touching, Dabi fell in love.” A voice drawls from the direction of the door.

Dabi immediately drops his hands, curses, and turns around. “What do you want, crusty.” He growls. I can’t see the person Dabi’s talking to but sounds like a boy with a squeaky voice. “C’mon what's wrong with wanting to talk with your new friend, maybe you could share with me?” The boy says. I had never seen Dabi’s quirk in action, but I did now. Bright blue flames cloaked his hands as he yelled, “You lay a single finger on her and you’re dead, Shigaraki.” I felt my eyes widen, Shigaraki. I heard Shigaraki walk forward and say, “Chill, I have no intention of killing your new love interest... yet. I need to talk to you, outside.” Dabi looked at me, then turned back to Shigaraki. He nodded and followed Shigaraki outside.

I look around, studying the empty room I’m (still) trapped in. I try using my quirk, but I get shocked. Dabi walks back in as I try to teleport out of the room. He smirks and says, “Neat, right? Quirk blocking handcuffs. Your stuck sweetheart.” I look at him as he walks towards me. “Apparently, your absence has been noticed. So here's what I’m going to do. I am going to walk you to UA. You are going to act like everything is fine, and when school is over I’m bringing you back here.” He pauses, walks over, grabs my face, and looks me in the eyes. “And if you tell anyone, I will kill them in front of you. Slowly and painfully. Do you understand?” I try to nod, but he is still holding my face. “Y-yes, I understand. But, what do I tell Shoto when he asks where I spent the night.” I say.

“I don't care what lie you make up, just make sure he doesn't see you leaving with me,” Dabi growls. He lets go of my face, and I nod. He is still staring straight into my eyes. “I’m going to take these handcuffs off of you. You are not going to use your quirk, and when I walk you to UA you are not going to run. Got it?” He says. I nod, and he reaches behind me, after a moment I feel the weight of the handcuffs disappear. Dabi backs up and I pull my arms to the front of me. I look down at my wrists and see bruises from the handcuffs. Dabi gently touches my wrist, tracing the bruises.

“I’m sorry” He whispers. Then he’s across the room holding the door open. “C’mon. We don’t have all day.” He says. I carefully walk over to him, and out the door. I feel his hands cover my eyes. “Can’t have you seeing where you are and telling your friends.” I nod and reply, “Ok.”

…

At The UA Gates

“Hanako!” Shoto yells, clearly relieved. I run over and he hugs me. “Don’t do that again. What if the LOV had grabbed you or something?” I can't help the bubble of hysterical laughter that escaped. I can see Dabi over Todorki’s shoulder. He is furious. I don't know why though. I back up and say, “Shoto, I can’t let you start a fight with your dad about me staying with you. I found somewhere safe to stay, Ok?” Shoto’s eyes narrow. “Oh yeah? Where.” I look down in panic trying to think. “U-umm I can’t tell you, it’s a secret,” I mutter. I hear him sigh. “Hanako. What did you get yourself into.” He whispers. He lifts my face and says, “Look. I won't pressure you to tell me or anything. But, I trust you to tell me if you're in trouble or in any kind of danger ok? Don’t get yourself hurt just because you were keeping something from me.” I nod, and seeing that Dabi looked like he was about to kill Shoto, reply, “We should probably get inside.”

Shoto glances over his shoulder to the alley where I was staring, somehow Dabi had managed to magically disappear in about 3 seconds. He looks back at me and says, “Yeah…” We walk in the building side by side, but not touching. Up ahead of us is Hiromi and Bakugou. They look like they are in an argument. Suddenly Bakugou pushes Hiromi against the wall and puts his arms on both sides of their head. I stop walking, trying to see what Bakugou is doing. Then I realize, he’s kissing her! I speed up, trying to match pace with Shoto, who is a few steps ahead of me. He looks at me and starts to say something. I quickly cover his mouth with my hand and shake my head. While still covering his mouth I grab his hand and teleport him and me to the end of the hallway, away from Bakugou and Hiromi.

When we are safely around the corner I move my hand and he asks, “What was that for?” I lean back against the wall, head spinning. “I saw Bakugou and Hiromi doing something, and didn’t think it would be smart to interrupt,” I mutter. “Hanako? Are you ok? How did you even do that?” He says. “I-I’m fine… Just a headache…” I start to say, then everything goes dark.

…

A little while later

“Is she ok?” I hear someone say. “She will be fine, she just isn't accustomed to her quirk, and I’m guessing she’s never teleported more than one person before.” Says someone else. I can feel that I’m laying on something soft, probably a bed, but this doesn't smell like UA. I hear a door slam shut. Then I slowly open my eyes and sit up. “Hey, lay back down!” Yells the person sitting beside me. I look over and much to my surprise, I see Dabi, not Shoto. He stands up, puts his hands on my shoulders, and pushes me back down. “What were you thinking, trying to use your quirk on you and that kid?!” He yells, one knee on the bed, hands still on my shoulders, leaning over me. “I-I.. Why are you here?” I managed to say.

Dabi lets go of my shoulders and sits down by my legs. “You really think I wouldn’t have my friend in UA keep an eye on you? When I heard you were sent to the hospital unconscious, I came running.” He says then he smirks at my shocked expression. “S-so are you Touya right now?” I ask. He nods. I look at what he’s wearing, and he looks miserable. It’s sweltering hot outside, and he’s in a hoodie and gloves. “You look…” I start to say but then my voice trails off, Shoto had just walked in. “Hanako, you’re awake.” He says. I look at Dabi’s face, and boy is he mad. I nod and quickly sit up again, despite my god-awful headache.

“Y-Yeah! I don’t know why you didn’t just take me to Recovery Girl. I-I’m fine now, so can we go back to school?” I say and quickly move to sit beside Dabi, who pulls his hood back down to cover his face. Shoto sits down in the chair across from me, and says, “Well school is over anyways, so I was thinking I could walk you back to wherever you're staying. In case you pass out again or something.” I shake my head and say, “Shoto, you know I’m going to say no.” He shrugs and replies, “I thought it was worth a shot.” Suddenly Dabi grabs my hand and says, “I will be walking her home, actually. So you don’t need to worry. And Hanako, we better go if we want to get home before dark.” I look at Dabi, and he looks extremely angry. “Y-yeah, ok.” I quickly stand up, pull Todoroki into a quick hug and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, ok?” I can see his eyes narrow, but all he says is, “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Dabi and I quickly walk out of the room, and down to the front desk. I fill out the necessary paperwork, then we leave.

“That kid should mind his own business,” Dabi growls. I stop and look at him once we are in an alley alone. “What the crap were you thinking, showing up in broad daylight like that?! You could've gotten caught! You almost did.” He turns and looks me in the eye. “Why do you care, I kidnapped you. You’re supposed to hate my guts, and want me to get caught.” He growls. “Well, I don’t. Got a problem with that?!” I shout. He looks shocked and mad at the same time. I don’t even know how that's possible. Dabi looks at the ground, then at me, then back at the ground. Then he mutters something unintelligible. He walks back over to me since he had kept walking earlier when I stopped. He pulls his hood down from around his head and says, “Look at me. I’m the bad guy, I’m the ugly, scarred villain with childhood trauma and trust issues. Why can’t you see that? I expected you to realize that, and run away screaming the first chance you got. So why haven’t you?”

“I am not going anywhere. I have no reason to. When I was talking with Toga this morning, I realized something. You guys call yourselves villains, but you're not! You are people who have had bad lives, people who aren’t understood by the rest of society. You aren’t accepted in normal social groups, so you made your own. And yeah, you do some pretty messed up things, but don’t we all?” I say. God, was it really only this morning that Toga and I had talked? Was it only this morning that this boy had kissed me? I grab his hand, pull off the gloves, and hold it up. “This isn’t ugly Dabi. This is a part of you whether you like it or not.” I continue. He pulls his hand away and backs up.

“My scars are ugly. Whatever, no sense in arguing over it. Let’s go.” He says, and then he has his hands over my eyes, just like this morning. A couple of minutes later, I hear a door open. We walk a little farther inside the building, and then another door opens. Dabi takes his hands off of my eyes. We are back in ‘my room’, the pole with handcuffs is still in the corner, but now there is a small bed and a table with a few things on it. I walk over to the table and in front of me are a few books, and some paper and pencils. I hear footsteps across the room and then the springs on the bed squeaking. I look over and Dabi is laying on his back with his eyes closed. I didn't even realize I was staring until his eyes opened and he said, “What are you looking at, doll?” I turn pink and quickly look away.

“N-nothing,” I say. I hear the bed squeak again, and then he’s behind me. “Hmm..” is all he says. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, hugging me. I can’t help the squeak of surprise that slips through my lips. I hear him laugh and he lays his head on my shoulder, face by my neck. “Maybe I should call you little mouse instead of doll,” he murmurs. The door slides open and I look over to our left and see Toga. “Hey, Dabi! Shiggy needs you.” Dabi sighs, pulls away and walks over to the door. “I’ll be back,” He says and then he and Toga walk out. I hear the lock click.

“crap” I whisper and sit down at the table. I pick up the pencil and move my hand over to the paper.

‘Dear paper/dairy,

Today has been crazy. First I see Hiromi and Bakugou kissing, then I pass out after using my quirk. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital and Dabi is there. Shoto walks in, Dabi gets angry, and we hurry out. (Dabi and I, not Shoto) then when we get back to wherever ‘here’ is, there's a bed and table, and good lord I’m so confused. I didn't want to stay here this morning. I wanted to run. But now… I don't mind being here... being with Dabi. God, I hope no one finds this note.

Sincerely,

Hanako

I hear the door open behind me, I quickly put the pencil down and pull another sheet of paper over the one I was writing on. “Hmm, hiding things from me, little mouse?” Dabi says, then he reaches around me and pulls the paper I hid out from underneath the other papers. I grab his hands and say, “That’s private!” He touches his nose to my neck and says, “I don’t like secrets…” I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine. He laughs quietly and lifts the paper up out of my reach, holding his hand above my head. I reach up trying to grab it, and he raises his hand more. “Give that back!” I say, trying not to laugh. He is laughing and waving it, teasingly, just out of reach. I grab his arm and try to pull it down. It doesn't work the way I hoped it would. He does bring his arm down, but he pushes me against the wall, hands on either side of my face like I saw Bakugo do to Hiromi.

“Do you really want it back?” He asks, his face inches from mine. I nod weakly, I can tell my face is bright red. He smirks and backs up. He lifts his hand over his head and says, “Then come get it. I don't care if you have to climb on me to get it, but I’m going to make you work for it.” I flush pink and think for a moment. I could like he suggested ‘climb on him’ but that just feels… wrong, and embarrassing. So I run through the possible solutions in my head. Even though I’m clumsy, and, chances are I will end up falling into him, the best option is teleporting into the air by his hand, and grabbing it. I shake my head to clear it, and then I teleport. I quickly grab the paper, but as I’m in the air Dabi grabs me and pulls me to where he’s carrying me. In a toddler's hold, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms wrapped around me.

“Hello there,” He says and smirks again. I turn pink and say, “Put me down, idiot.” He laughs lightly and leans in until our noses are touching and replies, “Why? Does this make you uncomfortable?” I close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. I lean forward so that our foreheads are touching, and I’m leaning into him. He backs up and sits us down on the bed. I can feel his warm breath on my face. I open my eyes to find him staring at my lips. He touched his lips to mine, it was a very light and short kiss. Lasting only a second. He looks back up to my eyes. “Hmm…” Is all he says. I feel one of his hands move from my lower back to cup my neck.

I take one of my hands and gently touch his cheek, tracing his scars. He looks down while dropping his hand and starts to pull away. I move my other hand below his chin and pull his face back up to mine. I teasingly say, “Look at me or else.” He smiles softly and replies, “Or else what?” I touch his lips with my left hand and say, “I’ll have to kiss the handsome boy in front of me.” It feels like he’s staring into my soul when he whispers, “That would be… dreadful.” and then he kisses me. It starts soft, then I feel his hand that was holding my waist move to my hair and the back of my head. He pushes me into him, and I move my hand to his back and let it trail down almost to the pant line.

He breaks the kiss and says, “Well.. aren't you a naughty little thing.. Look at you. Sitting on my lap, kissing me, touching me.” He draws the last two words out, his voice slipping an octave lower. He bends down, nose brushing my collarbone, then slowly tracing up my neck to my chin. “I like that.” He murmurs. I feel my whole body shudder. I turn pink as he pulls away laughing. “Well, you are naughty, aren't you? I bet that adorable mind of yours just thought dirty, dirty thoughts.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead. When he pulls away again I gently lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. I can hear his steady heartbeat. Thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump.

I guess I fell asleep in that position, because when I open my eyes I’m laying on Dabi’s chest, and his arms are wrapped around me. I can’t tell if he is still asleep or not, so I gingerly lift my head and look at his face. He isn’t awake, but it doesn’t look like his sleep is peaceful either. Dabi is muttering something in his sleep, the same thing over and over. “Please, don’t leave.” It almost breaks my heart. I lay my head back on his chest and whisper, “I promise I won’t leave you, even if I’m not who you're dreaming about. I still promise not to leave.” I feel him stir beneath me. “Little mouse…” he whispers. His hand moves to my hair, softly petting me. I don’t think he knows I’m awake. I sigh, This is nice.

I slowly start to sit up, Dabi pulls me back down. “Where do you think you're going? It’s Saturday, you don’t have school.” I roll to the side so that I'm on my back on the bed, not on Dabi. He turns with me. I am now on my right side, his legs entwined with mine. Him holding me to his chest.

I couldn’t see his face because the light was turned off. I reach up and stroke his face. “I’m supposed to meet Todoroki today,” I whisper. He sighs, and lets go of me. “I’ll give you some clothes.” He replies. I move to the edge of the bed, and then stand up. I walk over to the door and look at Dabi. “Not a chance, little mouse.” He says, then he walks over to the door. He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the door. I pout a little and he smirks. He walks out of the door, shutting it behind him. After a few minutes he returns, jeans, a shirt, ladies’ things, and a pair of socks in hand. Dabi hands me the clothes and then says, “I'm gonna step out and let you change. Knock when you're done.” I nod. He steps out of the room, and then I move to the corner. I undress, re-dress, then write a quick apology note to Dabi. I knock on the door, then teleport to where Todoroki planned to meet me.

…

Hey, I will meet you at the back corner of UA tonight. I promised Shoto that you wouldn’t be with me when we met up. He doesn’t trust you. I know I should’ve told you in person, but I was running out of time. I will see you tonight.

Sorry,

Hanako

…

“Hanako, there you are,” Todoroki says. I smile and look up at him. “You ready?” I ask. He nods, smiling, then suddenly he frowns. “Hanako. I want to know where you're staying and who that guy was.” He says. I look down. I shake my head and look back up at him. “Shoto… I can’t… You know I can’t.” Now he looks angry, not sad. “No, Hanako. You can, you are just choosing not to. Do I need to tell Aizawa? Are you gonna make me be the bad guy?!” His voice rises to a yell. I look back down, tears filling my eyes. I hear footsteps coming up behind me. ¨Todoroki-Kun, why are you yelling at her?” I hear someone say. Then someone has their arm wrapped around my shoulder. I look up, and Izuku is standing beside me.

¨That is no way to treat a friend, Todoroki.” Izuku continues. I look at Shoto. He looks ashamed and regretful. ¨I'm sorry Hanako, I'm just worried about you.¨ I shake my head again, and reply, ¨Shoto, I know that you're worried, and I'm sorry. But, I can't tell you. It's better if you don't get involved.¨ I step forward, out from Izuku's protective embrace, and hug Shoto. He hugs me back and buries his face in my hair. I hear him whisper, ¨Please¨.

…

That afternoon

I see Dabi standing at the corner, back facing UA, just like I asked him to. I start running, when I'm 4 or 5 strides away he turns towards me and holds out his arms for a hug. I can’t stop in time, so I end up slamming into him and we almost fall. I start laughing, as he hugs me back. ¨S-sorry.¨ I say through my laughter. He laughs with me for a few seconds then he stops suddenly. ¨Oh shit¨ He mutters. I look up at his face, and then over to where he's staring at. Todoroki is standing a few feet behind us. Shock written all over his face. I quickly teleport Dabi and myself back to my little room in my captor’s home.

I stumble over to the bed and sit down. Dabi follows, but he doesn't sit down. ¨He must've followed me.¨ I whisper. ¨ I'm sorry, did he recognize you?¨ I ask. He just stares past me, into empty space. ¨I haven't seen him in years… He's so old now...¨ Dabi mutters. I shake my head confused, I place my right hand on the side of his face, trying to get his attention. ¨Dabi. What are you talking about?¨ His gaze snaps to my face, and then he looks down, shaking his head. Then he clears his throat and says ¨Nothing¨.

A few hours later

“Here are some PJs,” Toga says as she hands me a bundle of clothes. ¨They might be a little big, but they're comfortable that way, Dontcha think¨ I nod, and she and Dabi leave the room. I quickly change, and knock on the door, letting whoever is there know it's ok to come in. The door opens slowly, and I walk to the bed and flop down on my stomach. “Oof..” I hear footsteps, and next thing I know Dabi is laying on top of me. “Hello there,” He whispers in my ear. I flush pink and try to wriggle out from under him. He puts his arms on either side of mine and then does the same with his legs. “Your stuck, Chīsana nezumi” (小さなネズミ) (Little mouse in Japanese) I let myself go limp, and I feel Dabi relax. I sit straight up, and I feel the back of my head hit his chest.

He lets me sit up, good right? No, not good, that means that I am now sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest. I try to move off of his lap, but he holds me in place and says, “Leaving so soon?” I flush pink again, and mutter, “You say that like you weren't going to lay down with me.” Then I roll my eyes. He laughs quietly, I sigh and lean back into him. “Did Todoroki recognize you?” I whisper. I feel Dabi tense, and then he says, “I don’t think so, but you should probably find a good excuse to be hugging me before you go back to UA, just in case.” After he says this, he gives me a really long hug. “Dabi… How can this work?” I ask.

I turn my head so I can see his face and then I continue. “How can we make this work, if I’m in the hero course and you’re a villain?” Dabi grimaces and leans forward so that our foreheads are touching. Then he closes his eyes. “I don’t know… But we have to try.” He whispers. I pull my head back a little, and then lightly kiss his forehead. Dabi opens his eyes and pulls my face down so that it's level with his, then he kisses me.

...

Monday at School

Hero Training

I run into class right as the bell rings, “Hanako! This is not proper school conduct! You should already be here, being tardy is disrespectful, and unacceptable!” Iida says while doing his weird arm motion thing I roll my eyes and reply, “Seriously Iida, I walked in as the bell rang. It’s not like I was thirty minutes late. Chill.” Then I walk past him, and sit down by Bakugou. I glance around the room, looking for Todoroki. He is staring at me, but I can’t read his face. I look over to my right at Hiromi, “Good afternoon” I say. They look at me and nod in response. I sigh and set my head on my desk.

Outside

I swear he’s gonna be seen. I sigh. We, Class 1-A, are out on the training field, and Dabi is standing in the trees. I don’t think anyone else sees him, but he should know to be more careful. I shake my head to clear it and then try to focus on what Mr. Aizawa is saying. “We are pairing up, in mock battles. I will assign you a partner, you will fight. You and your partner must not leave the rectangles marked out on the ground. If someone is knocked out of the rectangle they lose. Whoever wins, go to this side of the field.” He gestures at the far left side. “The losers, go to Recovery Girl.” Then he starts calling out the pairs. “Hiromi and Mina. Midoriya and Kaminari. Kirishima and Bakugou.” He drones on and on, and finally, “Hanako and Todoroki” I look up and over at Todoroki. He is staring at the woods, where I was looking earlier.

I feel my face turn white, and I try my best to stay calm. I walk over and ask, “Todoroki? Hello? We got paired.” He looks down at me, and he looks angry, then his face changes and becomes unreadable. We quickly walk over to where our ‘rectangle’ is marked. Mr. Aizawa yells, “Begin!” and the sound of fighting fills the air. Todoroki doesn’t move. I stare at him confused, and ask, “Todoroki? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t answer, he just stares at the ground by my feet. I walk over to him, and that’s when I notice… He’s crying. My eyes widen in alarm. “Why... Why were you with a villain last night.” He whispers, and then he finally looks up at me. I feel my hand move to cover my mouth and I feel my stomach sink. “You saw us..” I whisper into my hand. “Hey! What's going on over there?! The instructions were to fight!” Aizawa yells.

Todoroki shakes his head and says, “I will give you one chance to explain everything. I will be at the cafe by the train station tonight, at 6 o'clock. You will come alone.” He turns around and steps out of the rectangle, then he walks away. I walk over to the area winners were supposed to go, and stare numbly at the place where Todoroki disappeared. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, I lost my next fight so I just walked around campus to kill time.

At the cafe

I rush into the cafe, breathless. I check my wristwatch, ‘just barely made it’ I sigh in relief. Todoroki is sitting at a table in the very back, he looks up and waves me over. I walk over and sit down across from him. He sets his hands on top of the table and says, “Explain why you were with Dabi.” I look down at the table and tell him everything.

Chapter 4

Todoroki stares at me, shocked into silence. “So, you fell in love with a villain?” I was previously looking anywhere but him, so I quickly turned my head back towards him, shocked. “After all that, that’s the only thing you're worried about?” I ask. He nods, and so I sigh and reply, “Yes, Todoroki. I did fall in love with a villain. I’m sorry if that-” He cuts me off by encasing me (most of me anyways) in ice. “I’m sorry but… I can’t let you go. I’m going to have to turn you in.” Todoroki walks towards me slowly, then places his hand over my mouth, I feel his hand get colder and colder. He’s going to freeze my mouth shut. Panic starts to set in, and I feel my eyes tearing up. “I thought you were my friend,” I say at the last second. Todoroki’s face gets dark and angry, he opens his mouth to say something, when all of a sudden blue flames engulf him. A familiar voice growls, “Get your filthy hands off of her.”

The ice surrounding me quickly melts and I turn around to see Dabi, who looks worried. “Are you ok?” One look at him and I burst out crying, he walks over to me and I bury my face in his chest. “Shh, we have to go now love, the heroes will be here soon.” I nod. Dabi grabs my hand and we run out of there, while the café of bad news goes up in flames. I look over my shoulder to see Todoroki standing there, crying just as hard as I was.

At ‘Home’

“Hanako, what are you going to do now?” Toga asks. I flinch and respond, “I-I don’t know..” Toga grabs my hands and looks me dead in the eyes, “Stay with us. Become a villain, or just take care of us with food and first aid and such. Please stay.” She and Twice give me big puppy dog eyes. Dabi (Who's sitting beside me on the couch in the bar) gently takes hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him, and says playfully, “Yeah Hanako, stay.” I turn pink and quickly look away. “I-I, well…” Toga and Twice pout. “Well, I guess I can’t exactly go home now….” I say smiling softly.

Toga jumps up and gives me the biggest hug ever, “EEEEEK!! Yes!!!!!!!” she squeals. “I’m so excited! No, I’m not!” Twice says. I glance over to the bar where Kuroguiri is cleaning the already spotless glasses, smiling softly. “Thank you for letting me come out of my room today,” I say to Dabi. He smiles and says, “Well I didn’t figure you weren't going back to the heroes anytime soon.” I smile and close my eyes, simply enjoying the sense of peace I felt. Dabi rubs circles on my arm, soothingly. I sigh and Toga squeals, “SO CUTE!” I gasp as Dabi quickly picks me up and walks away.

“Ummmm, Dabi where are we going?” I ask as he carries me out the front door, and out to the alleyway. He smirks and says, “Well you're going to need a new costume if you're going to be one of us… So I’m taking you shopping” Turns out when he says ‘shopping’ he means me picking out something I like and us stealing it. At first, I was a little put off by the stealing thing, until I realized ‘I’m gonna be a villain anyways what does a little stealing matter.’ By the end, I had something like this….

Later That Night

I’m dressed in my new villain costume walking down the street towards Todoroki’s house. For a while, I just stood outside staring at the door. Eventually, I worked up the nerve to knock on his window. It opens and his face pops out, shocked to see me I’m sure. “Hanako.” “Shh. Look I wanted to make sure you're ok.” he moves so that his face is away from me. “Get out of here Hanako,” he says. That sentence alone felt like a punch to the gut, every word after felt like a blow to the face. “My first and foremost priority is being a hero, being better than my dad. I can’t do that if I’m conversing with a villain.” he spat out the last word as if it was poison. In his mind it probably was. I look at him, tears brimming in my eyes. “You say you want to be better than your old man? Right now you’re acting worse than him.” I turn and walk back towards the ‘base’ but not before I see him flinch as if I’d hit him.

Dabi was waiting in the alley by Todoroki’s house. “Hey” is all he says. I take one look at him, standing there waiting for me with his arms out ready for a hug and start crying like a little kid. He quickly walks forward and engulfs me in a tight and safe embrace. “It’s ok, let it out sweetheart,” he murmurs and strokes my head softly. I wrap my arms around his waist and sob into his shoulder/neck. After a few minutes of this, he picks me up (toddler style again) where I’m straddling his waist, and starts to walk. I slowly start to calm down and realize there's a HUGE wet spot in his shoulder. I laugh a little and say “Sorry about that, the breakdown I mean.” My head is resting on his shoulder and I’m staring into his neck.

“We all have to let loose sometimes love,” he says, smiling softly. I sigh and close my eyes. “I wish I could just freeze this moment and stay in it forever,” he says softly. I smile and say, “Then do it” and he does, instead of heading back to the base he walks us around the city. Eventually, I fall asleep, lulled by the steady pace of his footsteps. “Wake up, Hurry!” Dabi says into my ear, I snap awake and look around suddenly wary. Dabi is crouching in the back of an alleyway, I’m leaning up against the wall. “He called a hero agency” He whispers. “Todoroki?” I ask, eyes wide. He nods, “They’re looking for us, the entire town is lit up. I need you to get us back to the base.” I nod quickly and focus all my energy on where I want us to go. I quickly grab his hand and, flash, we’re here. I stumble over to the bar, the world swimming before my eyes and then after I sit down, I blackout.

When I regain consciousness my head is pounding. I slowly open my eyes and see Dabi sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. I crawl over to him and sit in his lap. He wraps his arms around me, and I realize he’s crying. “Why are you crying?” I ask worriedly. Dabi buries his face in my shoulder and starts making this awful choking sob sound. After a few minutes of this, (me rubbing his back and him crying in my shoulder) he whispers, “I’m so sorry, I know you aren’t used to your quirk yet, but I still asked you to teleport me and you basically halfway across the city. I feel like such a jerk.” “Hey, Sit up and look at me,” I say. He sits up, but won’t look me in the eyes, instead, he stares somewhere below my nose. “Listen to me. I chose to use my quirk on us. If I had thought that I couldn’t get us all the way back here safely I wouldn’t have done it, do you understand?” He looks into my eyes and nods. My stomach chooses that moment to growl like a volcano.

My face turns dark red, and Dabi laughs slightly. He ends up laughing harder and harder until he laughs so hard that he snorts. I get up and walk away, “Wait! Wait, I´m sorry!” He says while still laughing. He tries to grab my arm and make me face him, but I growl at him and he lets me go. “Don’t be mad, I said I was sorry” He pouts. I mock him in a very high-pitched voice, “I sAid I wAs sOrRy” I huff angrily and cross my arms. I'm standing by the door to my room waiting for him to grovel for forgiveness. Dabi sighs and walks over to me slowly, with his hands up. “I'm sorry, that was very rude of me,” he says. I look up into his eyes and say, “Get me food and I’ll accept your apology” and turn around and walk out into the hallway.

Chapter 5

When we get to the kitchen Kurogiri is already there. He looks up and gives me a small smile, “Hello Hanako, Dabi, how can I help you?” he asks. I sigh and say, “Food, any food.” I jump up on an empty section of the counter. Toga skips in and jumps up beside me, Dabi simply stands off to the side. While Kurogiri is rifling around in the fridge, Shigaraki storms in. “Kurogiri, I need to get to the gates of UA” He growls. Kurogiri sighs and says, “Yes, Shigaraki” and opens a warp gate for him. I look at Kurogiri and see him flinch. “Kurogiri? Are you ok?” I ask, genuinely concerned. “I’m fine, it just stings a bit when I open a warp gate.” He continues to cook Toga and I food.

Toga looks at me and smiles, “How are you and flamey doing?” she asks. I must've looked very confused because she added, “Flamey is Dabi silly!” I smiled slightly and replied, “We’re good Toga, how’s things going with Deku?” I watch as Toga’s face lights up and a blush spreads across her face. “Ah~ Adorable, precious, perfect, pretty, Deku~.” She says with a wide grin. Dabi smirks and rolls his eyes fondly.

(Yeah so if you want me to continue i might?? Lemme know <3)

#female reader #x reader #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #self indulgent #self insert

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