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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college.

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive.

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation.

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.”

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you.

“You want a drink?”

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer.

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often.

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him.

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her.

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest.

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw.

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?”

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?”

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.”

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.”

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought.

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles.

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head.

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment.

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever.

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life.

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate.

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough.

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter.

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #eijirou kirishima #eijiro kirishima #mha #mha x reader #kirishima eijirou smut #kirishima eijiro smut #bnha smut #mha smut #eijirou kirishima smut #eijiro kirishima smut #kingexpl0sionmurder writes #bnharem collab

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Ash and Dust Part 7- Opportunities

18+ Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: You first meet Dabi on the worst night of your life after unwittingly walking into the very bar the League of Villains made infamous. That should probably be the end of the story. You stumble on the remnants of one of the most infamous terrorist groups in the history of Japan, get viciously murdered or call the cops and get them arrested, the end. Except that’s not the end of the story. It’s only the beginning.

Masterlist Help Lulu (Kofi)

Waking up the morning after reclaiming your bedroom (at least in part) is jarring for two reasons.

The first is that you’re waking up next to Dabi.

For some reason you thought he might wake up before you, even though he’s pretty routinely demonstrated that he’s not an early riser. Perhaps you expected the knowledge that he was sleeping in the same bed as you to perturb him enough to get him up early. Instead your eyelashes had fluttered open to find him still deeply asleep with his face only a few inches from yours.

You fully intended on simply rolling over to either fall back asleep or get on with your day but you’d found yourself enthralled with his sleeping face instead. You know Dabi’s smirks, sneers, and scowls like the back of your hand after a little over a month of living with him. His resting face, however, is entirely foreign to you. You’ve never had a moment alone with him where he wasn’t antagonizing you and it’s odd to see him so peaceful. Your eyes trace over his face, taking in the extent of the scarring on his jaw and beneath his eyes, but also appreciating the unmarred expanses of skin as well. It strikes you that Dabi is pretty. It shouldn’t be surprising considering what you’ve seen of the youngest Todoroki in the press but even still. In another world where he’d never become the wanted criminal he is today, you wonder if he’d be a heartbreaker or a sweet, gentle type. Would he be as quiet and polite as his brother seems to be or would he still get a thrill from bantering with someone who isn’t afraid to banter right back? Would he be in the tabloids with a different girl every week or settle down early with his high school sweetheart? You’re fascinated by the idea of what the scarred man before you would be without the tragedy and the trauma. You might’ve sat there just taking him in until he woke up if not for the second reason waking up that morning was so jarring.

Your phone has been pinging literally non-stop.

You’ve never resented your notification sound more as its shrill tone continues to echo in your room, putting the fragile peace at risk. Even before you found yourself as alone as you are now your phone was never this busy. As much as you try to ignore it and wait for the tidal wave of what you assume are spam notifications to end, the sound finally drives you to turn over and grab it. Your eyes widen as you take in the sheer amount of Twitter notifications you have. As you unlock your phone and navigate over to the app your mentions are literally flooded with Deku fans screaming about your talent and how lucky you are. It’s a confusing litany of fangirling that you try to weed through until you get to one mention in particular that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You got a mention from the rising hero himself.

Holy shit.

You’ve never clicked a tweet so quickly in your entire life. Not only are you stunned to find he’s seen and loved your work but he also mentions wanting to talk if you’re interested. Sure enough, when you navigate over to the messages section of the app, a feature you’ve never bothered to use, you notice a message request from Midoriya ‘Deku’ Izuku waiting for you. It takes everything in you not to scream as you read the message there over and over before finally hopping out of bed and moving to the kitchen to call the number he’d left you. It’s a little endearing that he’d been so quick to hand out his number to a complete stranger on the internet but you also can’t help but wonder how someone so naive could be the same man drawing headlines over his heroics and combat skill. You’re not exactly a Deku fangirl but it’s still wild to be dialing a celebrity’s number as you punch in the numbers and then wait for it to ring.

On literally the second ring the phone is answered. “Pro Hero Deku at your service! Who’s calling?” the young man answers chirpily. “Uhh, this is (y/l/n)? You messaged me on twitter?” “Oh! Right! Yes! Hello! One second!”

You can hear Deku excusing himself from whatever room he’s in, a disgruntled voice mumbling something you can’t hear, causing Deku to reply with a hushed “Sorry Kacchan! I’ll be right back!” before there’s more shuffling and finally the sound of a heavy door closing.

“Ok I’m back! Thanks for reaching out to me so quickly!” he finally says now that he’s, apparently, in a better place to talk.

“Yea, of course I guess I’m just shocked you liked my art so much and really appreciate you drawing so much attention to it,” you explain, feeling short of breath at how surreal the situation is.

“Of course! You’re really talented! Your work deserves to get attention!”

“Thank you but, uh, why exactly did you want me to call you?”

“Right! It’s about your artwork.”

“Ok?”

“I want to sell it!”

“What?”

“Wait well no not sell it. Or not sell that particular piece although it is a nice piece and if you wanted to theoretically you could probably sell it although I guess it’s available for free online already so maybe people wouldn’t want to pay for it. Although it’s a painting right? And people buy or pay to go see paintings you can see online all the time so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad but if it’s for your own enjoyment you may not want to give it up which would be totally understandable and also how would that work logistically? If the painting is rather large it may be unwieldy to try and ship it to whoever purchases it, in which case would you have to meet up to try and give it to them by hand? But then that necessitates meeting up with a complete stranger on the internet and what if the person who buys it doesn’t live near you or, since it is the internet, doesn’t even live in Japan? Then you have to contend with international shipping and-”

“Uhh, Deku?” you ask cautiously, barely able to process the mumbling of the young man on the phone.

“Ah! Sorry! I can kinda end up on tangents sometimes... What I mean to say is that I’m not trying to sell the painting you posted or anything but I think you’re really talented as an artist and one of my friends is looking for someone to design a new merch collection.”

One of his friends? Your mind instantly starts running through his impressive list of ex classmates. Your first thought is Dynamight and immediately you shudder at the idea. He may be years younger than you but the aggressive pro hero still scares the shit out of you. Uravity could be an interesting hero to work with although you’re not quite sure you vibe with her aesthetic. Or maybe he’s talking about the new Ingenium?

“You’re real fucking loud in the mornings, you know that Doll?” Dabi asks with a groan as he comes walking into the room with a stretch.

You hurry to shush him, not wanting to lose the opportunity being presented to you, which earns you a curious look. Before you can react Dabi is snatching your phone out of your hand and putting it on speaker. You don’t dare protest verbally and risk alerting Deku of the situation so you have to settle for glaring at Dabi as he smirks at you.

“Yea so, anyway, Shouto really needs new merch but wanted something a little more sophisticated on the designs and I feel like you’d be perfect for that you know? Making all his stuff mini works of art. So what do you say?” Deku asks, his voice still brimming with that same enthusiasm while your blood runs cold. You’re genuinely scared to look up at Dabi’s face to see what he thinks about the idea of you working with his little brother. You hold your breath, Deku’s chipper voice going nervous as he asks “Hello? You still there?”

To your immense surprise, when you finally have the courage to bring your eyes up to meet Dabi’s, he’s got an almost feral grin. “You better take the fucking job,” he hisses delightedly, sending a chill down your spine as you stutter out a response to Deku, your eyes never leaving Dabi’s.

“Yea, sorry just processing. I’d, uh, I’d be happy to help out.”

“Great! I’ll pass your number on to Shouto and you two can meet up and figure out details!”

“Ok.”

“Cool, thanks (y/l/n)! Hopefully I’ll see you around!”

You hum noncommittally before hanging up the phone, still waiting for the other shoe to drop as you practically watch the gears turning in Dabi’s head.

“You’re…. Not mad I’m going to be working with your brother?” you ask cautiously.

“Oh no, I’m fucking delighted Doll. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re gonna help me have a little fun.”

A/N: We are finally starting to get to the meat of the story omg. I’m sorry this fic has been so slow going, especially compared to my others, but if you stick with I’m pretty sure it’ll be worth it. I appreciate each and every one of y’all that’s been reading this fic because main motivation to write it has been hard

Taglist: @thechroniclesofawriter @simpsfortodoroki @ahtsuwu @oliviasslut @larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @tina-98 @vibesdontlie @clubfairy

#hopelessad #dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x fem!reader #touya todoroki #touya x y/n #touya x fem!reader

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castielslostwings · 2 years

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Hi robin! I started following jus on KoFi and noticed they had a link to your works fire and ice, deserted, and wild as real life books and they told me to reach out to you for the links. are you still offering those for order? Thank you💕

I’ve probably read through your entire ao3 work list and I love your writing style. I dont usually follow works in progress but couldn’t resist better than revenge. It’s so good! Love a little fluff omegaverse mafia

i thought i would answer this publicly since a lot of people are still asking! First of all, thank you sooo much for your kind words, and I'm so happy you're liking BTR!! <3 Another update will be there soon, I'm just working on a few other projects right now :-D

So--this is going to be a long-winded answer, and I'll start at the beginning. Basically, when I first put the books up, I kept the link private and had people DM me for access. I also made it clear over and over that they were set to at-cost and I was not making a profit. I also ran a whole-ass charity raffle that raised $600 for Random Acts and spent a bunch of my own money buying and mailing the raffle prizes.

If someone DMed to request the link who had no followers or was brand new, I even asked for references to try and assure they were well-intentioned. Seems excessive (I know many thought it was), but there's history in the Destiel fandom of OUR OWN (and even well-known fellow authors *cough*) leading takedown and hate campaigns (including lies and slander) over profitless printed fic.

Either way, consider that even WITH these precautions in place, the links were reported and my account got bombed. Yes, someone DMed me, pretended to be my friend, talked to me, and manipulated my feelings just to report the links. Love this fandom!

Fortunately, there weren't any consequences for me, and not wanting those haters to win, I made a new acct and put them all back up, but obviously, giving out the link isn't an option. I was doing individual orders for a bit (I created a quote, sent a SS, the person paypaled me, I put the order thru), but there was so much interest that i wound up spending several hours a DAY coordinating and submitting each individual order, often times for people who were...less than patient about it. Again, for no profit. I just couldn't keep it up.

I wish there was a safe way for me to distribute the link again, but I don't want my new account deleted, and clearly, these no-life-having losers can't just scroll by. I also am not going to do the thing where I provide access to the PDFs for people to upload themselves, as a google drive can just as easily be reported, and I'm not risking my entire Drive. I'm also not comfortable with sharing the HD cover artwork done by artists who are not me in a PDF that people could do any number of things with.

I'm thinking on it. The interest is still really high, so idk. Maybe i'll add a handling fee for my time, lmao. That would probably scare most people off, anyway. I guess if that's something anyone who still wants one would be OK with, my DMs are open.

Maybe I'll just CTRL+F the names and put them up on Amazon as original. Report that, bitches.

Just really sucks that crappy people get off on ruining things for everyone. Sorry to anyone who this affected :(

#wild #deserted #fire and ice #paperback #huggable copy #printed fic #fandom problems #fandom life #destiel #deancas #castiel

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siren1song · 4 years

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Alive at Midnight

Warnings: Mature, make out fic, minor age difference, mentions of vandalism, one mention of religion

Ship: Thvi, Punk Thomas, Virgil focused

Summary: Virgil is so fucking sick of following the rules. So he seeks out someone he hopes to help him break as many as possible.

Notes: I don’t really care about Character Thomas being “in character” here or not. I’ll try to keep him true to the source, but what I have in mind is probably gonna change this up a bit.

Commissions!! | Buy me a Kofi!! | Join Casper’s Crew!! | AO3 link!!

They say he likes a good time.

Virgil has followed the rules his whole entire life.

He’s been a “good girl”, been his parents Angel for sixteen years, and Virgil for three more.

If anyone asked his parents, they’d wouldn’t be able to come up with a single instance when Virgil stepped out of line. Wouldn’t be able to tell them if he’d ever shoplifted or vandalised or copied off of someone during a test.

Virgil was the good one, and he fucking hated it.

Hated the expectations, hated the fear of letting everyone down, hated the idea of losing his goody two shoes status in his parents eyes because of a slip up.

So he’d destroy it all on purpose. He was going to seek out someone to help break any and every rule he could think of.

He comes alive at midnight.

There was someone in town Virgil thought he might be able to go to.

Thomas Sanders was a punk asshole to any and every conservative christian in town. There were a lot of influential figures in town who hated him because he was progressive and took no shit.

He was also hot as fuck, and Virgil heard rumors about him giving teens like him a way out. A way to be someone else, someone they wanted to be.

And Virgil wanted to be rebellious for a while.

The only thing was it was hard to find him, if you didn’t know where to look. Thomas apparently preferred to lay low when he wasn’t pissing off bigots, so he set up a system for people to find him.

Virgil just had to wait under an old bridge until midnight.

A little bit older, a black leather jacket.

When Thomas showed up, Virgil felt the anxiety that had been building in his chest for the last twenty minutes swoop to his stomach.

Whether or not his red face was also from his anxiety or the confident, interested grin Thomas flashed him when they locked eyes was not something he felt like dwelling on.

“Well, hello there! And who might you be?” Thomas asked, and Virgil had to take a minute to regather his courage.

“Virgil, I uh…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing he had no real idea what he was hoping for.

Not like he really wanted to break the law, and he wasn’t sure of anything else Thomas could help him do that might break rules.

Thomas’ grin seemed to grow, confidence and amusement radiating from it.

Virgil shrunk back a little bit, leaning back against the concrete support of the bridge and hoping the nearby streetlight wasn’t enough to expose his worsening blush.

“Don’t really know what you want, do you?”

He didn’t answer, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s okay, I’ve got a few ideas. There’s some new anti-homeless installations around town, or we could graffiti the Republican HQ, if you want. You seem an like artist.”

Virgil looked up at Thomas again, noting the way he was leaning against the opposite wall with one foot resting on it. His arms were also crossed, though the position was more confident than guarding, like Virgil’s was.

Thinking about what Thomas offered, Virgil bit his lip.

He didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes seemed to lock on his mouth at the action.

Art was something he was into, but Virgil had never worked with spray paint before. But taking out anti-homeless spikes sounded like it involved a lot more effort than he was able to put out.

With a sigh, Virgil rolled his lip between his teeth for a moment before he let it go.

“…Any other options?” he asked, looking at Thomas again (he needed to stop looking away).

Thomas nodded, but didn’t elaborate. He seemed a little distracted, staring at something Virgil wasn’t sure of it looked like his mouth, but that could have just been wishful thinking.

“Uh… Thomas?” he called, cursing the heat in his face when Thomas’ eyes moved up to meet his.

“How old are you, Virgil?”

Virgil blinked in surprise at the question.

A bad reputation, insatiable habits.

“I uh… Nineteen?”

His answer was unsure, and he shifted on his feet.

What did his age have to do with anything?

Thomas nodded, and kicked off the wall.

Virgil felt his eyes grow wider with every step Thomas took towards his him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he had to forcefully tell himself this was not leading anywhere.

Doesn’t matter that he kind of really wanted it to.

“And if I told you I wanted to kiss you,” Thomas started, stopping barely even a foot away from Virgil, “what would you say to that?”

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat, he felt his heart stopped and his face set itself on fire.

“I-” he stopped, taking a deep breath to try and calm his racing thoughts, “I’d probably let it happen.”

Thomas’ grin went from confident to cocky, and he leaned forward.

The invasion of Virgil’s personal space wasn’t usually one he welcomed, but when Thomas uncrossed his arms to be able to grab his chin and tilt his head up, he couldn’t find it in himself to protest.

“Stop me if you need me to,” he breathed, and then they were connected in a kiss.

Virgil had kissed like two people his whole life, but he only felt self-conscious about his skill level for a few moments because one second it was just a press of mouths, and the next Thomas tilted his head and swiped his tongue along Virgil’s bottom lip.

He breathed in sharply, instinctively reaching up to grab the lapels of his leather jacket and pull Thomas closer.

Thomas pulled back long enough to huff a laugh, one hand wrapping around Virgil’s waist and pulling their bodies flush before they were kissing again.

If he was being honest with himself, Virgil wasn’t really expecting a make out to be so messy. Sure, he’d seen kisses in media and read a couple of books with kisses here and there, but he’d never seen an actual make out.

He couldn’t really say he minded though, especially not when he pulled back to breathe and Thomas started trailing kisses down his jaw.

Making out with Thomas wasn’t at all how Virgil expected the night to go. He’d been expecting petty crime and fighting the man and breaking rules that could get him in serious trouble.

But going home with at least three different hickeys and an invitation from Thomas to meet up again sometime was just as, if not more so, rewarding than what Virgil had initially planned.

#casper writes #ts virgil #the man himself #thvi #mature #makeout fic #kinda theres a lot of build up and then i dont really focus a lot on the making out #which has me >:/#but hopefully this is as good as i want it to be #minor age difference #mentions of vandalism #religion mention #dont come at me for virgil being nineteen #thomas is like 22 at MOST #trans virgil #I FUCKING FORGOT THAT TAG HHHH

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Hi friends! Just wanted to give a life update: firstly, I'm not going on a hiatus! I know updates from authors can sound scary, but I'm writing regularly just trying to finish more stuff to queue them up! My main announcement is: I GOT A CAT! Her name is Grimoire and I've wanted a cat forever and I love her. That being said, the family I live with despite agreeing to me having her are being really passive aggressive towards me. Now, as some if you know, the whole reason my girlfriend and I are living with family is to save up for a hous. We both work and are actively saving, but I was wanting to expedite the process to avoid living in an uncomftorable situation for no longer than I have to.

I was wondering if, big keyword if, I were to open commissions for the usual rate I see for around $1 or $2 for 100 words, would anyone be interested? I wanted to throw the idea out there before I finalize rates and make rules. I want to see if there's anyone who would want to commission my writing, and I would allow drabbles for my current AU's (Seven Princes and any other fics I have) as well as whatever ideas you guys have.

Please let me know if you guys would be interested in me opening commissions! I have a kofi and what I have made there has helped me tremendously, but I also want to give back to make it a nicer exchange for the both of us. (Also, I would write commission fics way faster than my snail pace since I would be paid and whatnot as opposed to the way I write slow because it's me waiting on inspo and me writing over 30 pages lmao in case that was a worry)

If not, that's okay and I won't open commissions but ofc I will keep writing! It's just something I've been wanting to try, especially since I plan to go to graduate school after I get my bachelor's degree in a year, so any more money I can earn, I want to.

As always, thank you for reading my rants and have a happy new year, everyone!

#possible commissions #yandere bts #bts fanfic

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catradoramma · 4 years

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Day 1: “It will be fun, trust me.”

Yay!! June is finally here and the fics will keep coming!! This one will have a part 2 coming later on in the month, so stay turned for that!! Hope y’all enjoy! Thanks for 2k!!

part 2 | part 3 | ao3

**Buy me a Kofi**

It turned out that after an almost universe-ending invasion, a lot of rebuilding was necessary. She-Ra may have healed the planet, but thousands of people were still without homes. And so, instead of kicking Hoard ass, the Princess Alliance had taken to rebuilding. A lot of rebuilding.

Every town and village had their own customs and traditions, which was cool considering when the rebuilding was done there was usually a huge party. But it also meant that there was a lot of slogging through the forest looking for sacred beetles, or butterflies, or on one memorable occasion, sacred ants.

Adora shuddered at the memory.

She hated ants.

This time around, Adora had managed to snag Catra along for the adventure. They’d been searching for some sort of pink spotted flower for about an hour in a huge market where most sacred items were actually pretty easy to find. It was kind of nice to be able to get away for a little while even if they were still technically working. They had just been so busy lately that they hadn’t been able to see each other much. And honestly, Adora kind of missed hanging out with Catra.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know it was possible for places like this to exist,” Catra said as they walked hand-in-hand though the busy streets of the marketplace.

Adora chuckled softly. “I know. I always feel a little surprised whenever I come to places like this.”

“Places? Plural? Wack,” Catra shook her head.

Adora laughed and tugged her along. The worst part about trying to make it through crowded places though, was the fact that eventually Adora was recognized.

“She-Ra!” Someone called, and Adora was forced to look because apparently it was a bad look to ignore the people of Etheria when they called for her.

A young woman, no taller than Adora’s sternum and looking no older than her, grabbed Adora’s free arm. “Yes! The She-Ra and her lover! You must allow me to give you both a reading!”

“A reading?” Adora asked, a little confused, at the same time Catra gagged around the word ‘lover’. Adora looked up to the woman’s stall. It was a leaning cloth construction with a banner proudly advertising love potions and romantic foresight.

“Uhh...No thanks. I’ve had enough spiritual ladies telling me what I need to do for my future,” Adora said, trying not to sound mean or judgemental.

“Please!” The woman begged. “Your auras are so lovely! I would love a closer look!”

Adora looked back at Catra who had been uncharacteristically quiet. At Adora’s look she shrugged. “What harm could it do?”

“You wanna do this?” Adora asked, a little thrown off. Catra wasn’t usually into stuff like this.

“Sure,” Catra shrugged, taking the lead this time. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just trust me,” she said, throwing one of her knockout smiles Adora’s way.

Adora sighed softly and was helpless to resist. They followed the woman into the stall, which was actually much larger on the inside, making Adora wonder where exactly the tent was actually built.

“Cool,” Catra mumbled under her breath as she looked around. Adora had to agree. The tent was awfully cool.

They were led to a small table with two chairs on one side and a single chair on the other. The small woman gestured to the set of chairs before she herself dropped into the single on the opposite side.

Adora shrugged at Catra and they both took a seat.

“Oh, here we go! I can see your auras much better now!” The psychic said as she put a pair of off glasses on her face, the lenses were made of some sort of crystal rather than glass.

Auras! Catra mouthed over at Adora with an adorable mock-interested look, and Adora had to bite the inside of her cheek not to laugh. She reached out to hold Catra’s hand under the table instead.

“Ahh,” the psychic hummed. “Your relationship is new. Congratulations! However, I can see here that while you both have spoken deeply about your feelings, there are still many things left unsaid between the two of you.”

Adora frowned a little and glanced at Catra. She didn’t quite know what that meant. They talked almost every day about what they were feeling and Adora, personally, always tried to let Catra know if something was bothering her.

“Do not look so alarmed,” the young woman said, her hands coming up in a placating gesture. “This is a small hurdle you two will have to cross in a long and loving relationship.”

Adora let out a little of the tension in her shoulders, but still somehow felt a little uneasy. “Well, at least we know we’ll be together for a long time,” she said, looking to Catra with a smile.

Catra met the look, but didn’t say anything. Adora did not feel great about that.

“I know just the thing to help,” the psychic said, turning to a cabinet beside the table. She rummaged inside for a few beats before she pulled out a pair of pink glowing vials. “If you both drink one of these, your problems will be easily solved,” she said. “Don’t worry. It’s totally harmless. Just a little something for you both to be able to understand each other better.”

Adora and Catra both hesitated before Catra said, “I’ll drink it.”

“Wait, you’ll what?” Adora borderline whisper-screeched.

Catra turned to her with a roll of her eyes. “It’s going to help us, Adora. We should at least give it a try.”

“But,” Adora glanced at the woman before looking back at Catra. “It could be poison,” she whispered a little harshly.

Catra rolled her eyes, grabbed the potion, and downed it in one swig. Adora held her breath, silently panicking about all of the horrible ways Catra could die from this, already getting ready to summon She-Ra.

“Huh, nothing happened,” Catra said after a few beats.

“Of course nothing happened,” the young woman across from them said with an odd smile on her face that made Adora believe that something indeed had happened. “She-Ra, you must also drink yours.”

Adora hesitated for a moment before carefully drinking her own.

Huh, it actually tasted kind of good, Adora hummed to herself.

“See?” Catra said. “Not bad at all.”

The psychic smiled widely at the two of them. “Oh, and the flower you’re looking for is in stall number 463. Very nicely priced too,” she said.

Adora thought that was kind of weird, but because weirder things have happened to her, she nodded with a smile. “Um, thank you,” she said before grabbing Catra’s hand and making a hasty exit. The less time she spent in that creepy stall, the better.

part 2 | part 3 | ao3

#catradora #spop #karleecatradorafics #catradorammathanksyou #love bug au #i guess #not really though #more like love potion au??#my fic

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kryptsune · 4 years

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{Beautiful second-year anniversary banner by @ideyaengine}

🌼After months of struggle and battling my own personal demons I have finally began writing Underworld again. I mentioned it before but this story means so much to me. It is what brought me to share my work in the first place and it has a very special place in my heart because of that. I am very happy to announce that it will be continuing as seen here. Thank you for all your love and support.

I also don’t want to fail to mention that the fic will remain with the title of “Welcome to the Underworld” however the tags are going to be changed. It is now just going to be the Underworld AU. I don’t feel the need to tack on the extra words so if you make anything for the AU or want me to see it make sure to use Underworld AU! You can still use WTU as well. For those of you that are new, I have a link below that layout the chapters it’s basically a master post for the fic. I should be clear upfront that it is a LONG fic. I am only in chapter 37 and apparently, the word count is over the fourth Harry Potter book. If you like that kind of a story with tons to it and a slow burn I definitely think you will enjoy this. I just want to thank everyone for your support and love and I look forward to sharing this entire story with you all even further.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⁂ My Pet (Keigo Atobe)

Genre: Crack, Romance ☁

Word Count: 1,441 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Atobe ☁

World: Prince of Tennis ☁

Author’s Note: This was originally a drabble mini-series, but I’ve combined them into one fic. This was also written many moons ago so it’s cringe as fuck :D

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“Get. Away. From. Me.” you ordered through clenched teeth.

The reason for your annoyance flicked his hair as a cocky grin spread across his face. His deep purple eyes were shining with pride. “Ore-sama knows you love him, Y/N-hime.”

You were fighting the strong urge to hit him square in the jaw.

Atobe had been agitating you more and more lately, and you just couldn’t understand why. He didn’t seem to understand that you were half an inch away from murdering him and dumping his body in the river.

“I’m home!” you called, slamming the door and letting your school bag fall to the floor.

“Ah! Y/N!” Your older brother appeared in the kitchen doorway, holding a thick white envelope in his hands, “Yuuta stopped by earlier. This is for you.”

“Thank you!” you grabbed the thick object and bolted up the stairs.

The package contained something very interesting. You weren’t prepared for what was inside.

A gasp escaped your lips as you stared at the pictures held tightly in your hands. The pictures Yuuta had gotten ahold of happened to be embarrassing snapshots of the king himself, ranging from mild – he sleeps with a pink bunny rabbit – to medium – young Keigo in a pink tutu and red cheeks – all the way to extreme – so graphic, they cannot be mentioned.

“I’ve struck gold!” you smirked, your evil mind beginning to run wild with how you could utilize this information.

Keigo Atobe was in for a world of hurt.

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The next morning, Atobe found himself on your doorstep, prepared to start the day off by annoying you to no end, as he usually did. He was caught off guard when you opened the door, a sadistic smirk playing on your lips and a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Get in here, monkey king!” you demanded, grabbing his tie and pulling him into the house. The door slammed shut behind you and Atobe got the feeling that his fate had just been sealed.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Atobe questioned, tapping his foot impatiently.

“I’ve had enough of your annoying ass, Atobe!” you declared, pulling a few of the pictures from your back pocket and showing them to the shocked king.

He fought hard to stop the blush that attempted to crawl up his skin, “W-Where did you get those?!”

You smirked, satisfied with his reaction, “I have my sources. I imagine you don’t want these public?”

He swallowed hard, clenching his fists and shaking his head, “What do you want?”

Your smirk rivaled that of the Cheshire cat’s.

Atobe’s dark eyes followed your movements as you pulled a collar out of your bag. Stepping closer, you fastened it around his neck.

“You are now my dog.” A click followed as you hooked the matching leash onto the metal hoop.

Atobe clenched his fists until they turned snow white. No matter what it took, he was determined to get out of this situation and burn those damned pictures to ash. And then he would get his revenge.

Atobe Keigo was no one’s dog.

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“Sit,” you commanded as you took a seat in the cafe, the leash held securely in your hand.

With a glare that would impress medusa, Atobe reluctantly sat down on the cold tile beside your chair, legs folded and arms crossed.

You grinned, patting his head before placing your order with the waitress, “An expresso, please. And bring a bowl of milk for my pet, too.”

Barely able to contain her laughter, the waitress scurried off.

Oh, if only looks could kill, Atobe’s master would be six feet under right now.

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“Ahh. This is the life.” you sighed in content as you lounged on the white leather sofa in the living room. Your hands were intertwined behind your head while your feet were resting up on the coffee table.

Keigo walked into the room, carrying a bowl of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. He handed it to you before taking a seat on the floor in front of you, his back against the couch. His dark eyes were narrowed in a glare towards the TV while a scowl took over his face.

Since when was the pet also the servant?

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Bzzzz

Atobe smirked at the sound as he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket.

1 New Message Received.

He clicked ‘read‘ and the contents of the message made his smirk grow.

‘Master Atobe. We have successfully retrieved the boy’s copies of the pictures.’

Keigo’s butlers had not failed him. They had managed to get Yuuta’s copy of the pictures, and now he just needed your copies before he could rebel against his master.

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You yawned, stretching as you slowly peeled your eyes open. The bright red letters on the clock told you it was five in the morning.

Bzzzz

You glanced at Atobe who lay sleeping soundly on the floor beside your bed before your eyes moved to the vibrating cell phone beside him. Your curiosity got the better of you and you grabbed it, flipping it open.

1 New Message Received.

You clicked ‘read‘, your eyes scanning the words.

‘Master Atobe, we have found the negatives.’

Your eyes widened as you scrolled through the messages. Keigo had the originals, and now he had the negatives. You jumped out of bed, opening the bottom drawer of your dresser where you kept your copies. They were gone.

If he has all the pictures, why hasn’t he left yet?

That question prevented you from going back to sleep that night.

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You sat at the kitchen table, head in the palm of your hand. Your older brother was standing at the stove making breakfast.

“Why so down?” he glanced over his shoulder at you, raising a brow at your sulking form.

Letting out a deep sigh, you explained all about the message he had received. He already knew about you blackmailing Keigo and, while he didn’t approve, there wasn’t much he could do. “He has to be after something else. But what?”

“Negatives, maybe?” he suggested.

“Yuuta had the originals and the negatives, and he’s taken them. My copies are also gone.”

Little did you and your brother know, Atobe had woken up and was hiding around the corner, listening to the conversation.

The corners of his mouth pulled down into a deep frown.

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“Keigo.”

“Yes, Y/N-hime?” Keigo glanced up at you from his position on the floor.

“I know you have all of the pictures. So why are you still here? What are you after?” You demanded, arms folded across your chest.

His expression remained blank, “What makes you so sure Ore-sama is after something?”

“You wouldn’t still be my dog if you didn’t want something!”

“You’re wrong, as always.”

“What?” you blinked in both confusion and annoyance as Keigo stood up to hover over you, his face close to your own.

What was the weird feeling boiling in the pit of your stomach? You had been close to this boy a million times in the past, but you had never felt so off your game before. It was disconcerting.

“You want the truth?” he whispered, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, “Ore-sama stayed because he… he’s in love you.”

“What?”

“Ore-sama has always been infatuated with you, and this little pet experience made Ore-sama fall even deeper in love with you, Y/N-hime.”

He left no room for response, quickly capturing your lips with his own. Keigo let every ounce of love flow through the kiss, which you gladly accepted. A smile lit up your face as he pulled away.

You finally realized what that strange feeling was. The feeling that boiled in the pit of your stomach whenever you were around Keigo Atobe. It wasn’t hatred as you had previously tried to make yourself believe, it was love. You never realized that you had actually fallen head over heels for Hyotei’s king, but it wasn’t something you would soon be forgetting.

“Keigo?”

“Yes, Y/N-hime?”

“I’m really glad I made you my pet.” you smiled up at the man who held you tightly in his arms.

His deep chuckle made your heart skip a beat.

When you first made Keigo Atobe your pet, it was with the intention of getting back at him for all the torture – in the form of being an annoying twat – he had inflicted upon you. You never could have known that it would turn out the way it did but, you were not complaining. You were quite happy with the way things had turned out.

“I’ll tell you one thing. You were the best pet I’ve ever had, Keigo♥~!”

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gopuckurself · 4 years

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Hello! I’ve just finished reading your fic up to this point and I love it! I’ll leave a comment on ao3 gushing about it. 💖💖I also went through the tumblr tag for it and maybe it’s just the tumblr mobil app, but I didn’t find an Enjolras pov ficlet of their first meeting. If you’re feeling up to it, I would totally love to read it😏😉

Hi!! Thank you for the request and the kind words! This one was surprisingly difficult. It may have gotten buried in the tag, but I’ve talked before about how I started writing this fic a few years ago, and the first meeting was the very first thing I wrote. It was strange to go back to it, when I feel I’ve grown so much as a person and a writer, but ultimately I really enjoyed it. I hope you do too!

It’s been a while since Enjolras has made an appearance at Threshold beyond teaching class, and frankly, he’s bored. Not because there are no new and interesting faces, there’s plenty of those, but he’s long since learned to avoid becoming too attached. The turnover at a fetish club is high. There are only a few handfuls of people who end up becoming regulars. He knows all of their faces, though not necessarily all of their names. New people, on the other hand, come and go. Enjolras will recognize them later if he recognizes them or if someone introduces them first.

At least Jehan is there to entertain him, informing him of the latest gossip and avoiding the drama with practiced skill. He leans to whisper in his ear in between all the people who want to talk to Ange to tell him they love his work and are so pleased to meet him. He smiles at each of them as he shakes their hands, but it doesn’t make for a very interesting night.

It would be much more interesting with a play partner, of course. He supposes there’s probably no shortage of people who would like to play with him, but…something keeps holding him back. He hasn’t played with anyone recreationally since he almost crashed and burned six months ago, when he had to force himself to take a couple of careful steps back from all of it—work, play, the club, almost entirely. He did what he had to do to keep his head above water, and he’s hesitant to jump back in.

But then someone new catches his eye, and that’s a wonder all on its own. His hair is dark and messy, and his nose and smile are both crooked, but it’s the way his shirt stretches across the back of his shoulders that draws Enjolras’s attention. He’s talking with one of the DMs, and it’s just at that moment that his gaze slides over to Enjolras’s.

Enjolras expects him to look away. Most people do. They’ve either heard who he is or they’re embarrassed to be caught looking, so they turn away quickly. Usually. This man, though, he doesn’t; he keeps looking back at Enjolras, and it makes him smile.

He’s lucky Jehan doesn’t catch him.

That is, he’s lucky until Jehan disappears without preamble and returns with the new visitor in tow.

“Look, I brought us a new friend.” Jehan says, with a cat-like smile. Perhaps Enjolras hadn’t been as discreet as he’d hoped.

“Have you?” Enjolras is careful to keep his eyes on the man’s face and not let it drag down the rest of him, even when he gives a little wave, but that turns out to be just as distracting as well. He’s wearing eyeliner. Enjolras hadn’t noticed from across the room, but now that he has, he can’t stop looking at it. His mouth remembers how to speak before his thoughts do. “Pleased to meet you, in that case. Does our new friend have a name?”

“R.” Jehan and R, apparently, say at the same time, and Enjolras cuts his gaze to Jehan, who is still smiling that damned grin that he knows always gets under Enjolras’s skin. R offers his hand to shake and Enjolras takes it automatically, though he’s mentally taking a tally of all the things he has yet to get back at Jehan for, most of them Threshold related.

“Hello, R. I’m Ange.”

R blinks for a few seconds. Enjolras braces himself for the moment that tends to follow after he shares his screen name, if someone recognizes it, and tries not to grimace. He feels the smile begin to slide off his face anyway. That moment, though, doesn’t come.

“Nice to meet you as well.” He says, instead. “I hear you’re the man to talk to about rope, is that true?”

Enjolras smiles so wide he can feel all his teeth showing. “Absolutely.”

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zombie-snape · 5 years

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howdy!! for the prompts- can you do ineffable husbands with Crowley being unbelievably oblivious to Aziraphale's advances? I would die (also I really love u and trek-memes' human au it's one of my fave fics to get updates from okay bye)

Thank you so much for sending me this prompt! It was a lot of fun to write :) And I’m glad you love our fic!! (If anyone is interested, you can read it here: Won’t You be My Neighbor? )

Aziraphale was starting to get to the point of desperation. Ever since the Apocalypse-That-Didn't-Happen Aziraphale had been trying to give Crowley subtle hints that he was ready for him to take their relationship to the next level. They were both in love with each other--Aziraphale thought that much was obvious. They’d just always had an unspoken agreement that being togather-together might be too dangerous with the forces of Heaven and Hell watching. Now that they were being left alone, Aziraphale thought that they were more than ready to take on the next step. He just really wanted to kiss Crowley already. However, Crowley seemed to be completely oblivious to the hints Aziraphale kept dropping. Aziraphale knew he wasn’t that bad at flirting--he’d read a dozen books on flirting techniques in preparation. He’d tried everything! Dinner invitations, flowers, chocolates, hand-written poetry, a handmade scarf that Aziraphale knitted, expensive bottles of wine. He’d been at it for months. Crowley had seemed appreciative of all the gifts and had blushed prettily at a few of them (the flowers, poetry, and scarf) but only seemed to think of them as signs of their long friendship.

So, Aziraphale had tried some more physical signs of affection. The first time he hugged Crowley without any warning and for seemingly no reason, the poor man had gone completely stiff and silent. When Aziraphale pulled away, Crowley was red from the tips of his ears down his neck and into his shirt. After that, Aziraphale had vowed to hug Crowley as often as he could, even if they never did end up turning their relationship into a romantic one. Hand-holding had left Crowley a stuttering mess as well as any sort of gentle, unexpected touch, really. Despite the new amount of physical contact Aziraphale was adding to their daily route, Crowley never initiated anything himself or seemed to see any romantic undertones. It was awfully frustrating.

Aziraphale and Crowley were sitting in the back room of the bookshop making their way through a few bottles of a lovely vintage. Aziraphale, who was properly tipsy at this point, was staring at Crowley as he rambled about something that Aziraphale had lost track of. Aziraphale was trying to figure out what he could do that would finally capture Crowley’s attention.

“It is getting rather hot in here.” Aziraphale stated loudly. He pulled on his bow tie, letting it flutter to the ground. He glanced at Crowley. He wasn’t even looking! He was too preoccupied with refilling his glass. Aziraphale sighed. He’d rather not be this forward but desperate times. “Really quite hot,” he repeated louder. He began unbuttoning his waist coat before shrugging it off with what he hoped with a graceful shrug of his shoulders. He looked over at Crowley again, Crowley was at least looking at him now. But Aziraphale couldn’t tell if his blush was because of the wine or himself.

“Uh, seems alright in here to me, angel.” Crowley said. “But I can miracle up a fan or something?”

Aziraphale had to suppress the urge to groan and bang his head on the coffee table. “Oh, no. It’s alright I’ll just-” Aziraphale lowered his eyelids in the approximation of a seductive hooded eye look that he shot at Crowley. He began unbuttoning his white shirt while staring at Crowley.

Crowley suddenly jumped up, “What in the-what are you doing?!” He gasped as he grabbed at Aziraphale hands, seemingly in an effort to stop Aziraphale from taking his shirt off.

Aziraphale batted his hands away with a loud huff, “I’m trying to get your attention!”

Crowley’s eyebrows wrinkled as he stared flabbergasted, “you don’t need to take your bloody shirt off to get my attention!”

“Obviously I do!” Aziraphale half-shouted, “And I don’t want your attention I want your attention.”

“What are you on about?” Crowley asked looking terribly confused.

“I’ve been....hitting on you-” he hated to use such a juvenile term but it seemed adept at this particular moment, “for months! You haven’t even seemed to notice at all.” He finished with a pout that he couldn’t quite contain.

“Oh, angel. Why didn’t you just tell me?” Crowley said when he finally seemed to get over his initial shock of Aziraphale’s confession.

Aziraphale sighed, “I wanted to make sure you were interested.”

“Of course I’m interested!” Crowley said quickly.

“Oh.” Then Aziraphale grinned widely, “really?”

“Yes! Of course. I’ve been in love with you for centuries.” Crowley blushed faintly as he said it.

“Well, then. Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow evening?”

“it would be my pleasure.”

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fenfyre · 5 years

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Hi Fen! (Can I call you that?) First I want to say how amazing your writing is! I’m addicted to it. I find myself scrolling through your page for hours reading new fics I haven’t discovered or rereading old favorites of mine. (The JeanMarcoEren pieces mostly). You’re brilliant and a gift to all of the fandoms you create pieces for.

Secondly, I’ve noticed that Marco is always playing the role of the sexual guardian, for a lack of a better term. He’s so graceful and poised with an infections cool and collected demeanor that seems to soothe whomever is so lucky to be the receiver of his attention. He’s also an amazingly nurturing and strong dom. Have you ever written anything where he’s someone’s absolute first?I’ve seen pieces where the others were only slightly less experienced as he, but I can’t get the image of him carefully peeling back the petals of a pretty little flower to help it bloom into a world of pleasure that’s brand new to them.Im sorry I had to send it in so many parts! I hope they all go through

This was one of the most adorable prompts I ever got and I mean the way you wrote it just as much as the prompt itself. I’m sorry I took forever to answer but I hope you’re still around and happy with the resulting cute and awkward EreMarco moment!

“Don’t look at me like that”, Eren grumbled from his spot against the headboard where he’d suddenly slithered off to right in the middle of a pretty heated make-out session. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes sparking with suspicion, the pillow he’d hugged to his chest as some kind of makeshift barrier between them bunching up under his tight grip.

Marco could only blink in surprise after his boyfriend had rolled away from him so quickly. He pushed himself upright, eyebrows furrowed just a bit.

“How am I looking at you?”, he wondered, unsure what Eren believed to see in his reaction but complete confusion as his brain tried to catch up with the development, the new information revealed to him.

“I don’t know I just … I don’t want your pity, okay? It’s nothing big, I just thought you should know. But maybe I should…”

Before Eren could come to any more hasty conclusions and possibly run off Marco interrupted him with a soft “Hey, it’s okay…” before slowly settling down across from him, a respectful distance between them. The least thing he wanted to do was force any contact on Eren after he’d basically fled Marco’s touch a few moments before. So no matter how much he wanted to reach out and soothe Eren’s flighty nerves with a gentle hand he held himself back.

“First of all: I do not pity you, Eren. You surprised me, that’s all. One moment we’re kissing and the next you push me away. You had me worried for a moment, I thought I might have hurt you. But I’m glad you’re okay and that you just wanted to talk about something.”

He watched his boyfriend’s suspicious expression soften somewhat, the crease between his eyebrows lessening as his fingers relaxed around the edges of the pillow. Whatever Marco had done to spook him into that kind of hasty confession he seemed to be making up for it.

“And you’re right. It doesn’t have to be a big thing. We can just … pick up where we left off and try a few things until we find out what you like. But…”

Here he stopped for a moment, taking in Eren’s defensive posture, the way he was still clutching the pillow to his chest, eyes narrowed and breath quick. His boyfriend was scared and Marco’s heart ached at the thought he might be in part responsible for this.

“I think this is still important to you, isn’t it?”

He wouldn’t have reacted so violently when Marco pulled him closer, otherwise. He wouldn’t have shoved Marco away, blurting out he’d never slept with anyone and then scrambled up to the headboard if this didn’t mean anything to him at all. Being a virgin didn’t have to be a big deal, Eren was right about that. But Marco couldn’t help but think he was lying to himself when he said he didn’t care. Because his actions spoke a very different and much more honest language.

“And that’s okay as well. It’s okay to be nervous and wanting your first time to be special…”

“I’m not nervous!”, Eren insisted in a way that betrayed just how untrue that statement was. It only took a look from Marco for him to concede, squirming just a bit in place. “I mean … maybe a little bit? But … but I’m not some delicate princess and I don’t want you to treat me like one!”

“I won’t”, Marco promised with a smile. If there was one thing he had learned about Eren during their friendship and now while dating him it was that he was anything but delicate. Of course that wouldn’t change in the bedroom.

Even though Marco had to admit that this new confession did halt some of his plans. But that was not a big sacrifice, they could still try some of his more … intense interests after Eren had grown a bit more experienced in general. And Marco was more than willing to help him out with that. If he was entirely honest with himself it even excited him a bit, to be the one to help Eren discover all new facets of pleasure…

“I just told you because it’s fair. In case you … want to change your mind or something. About me…”

“I won’t”, Marco repeated with the same warm smile even though the words left a hot stabbing sensation in his chest. Did Eren really think he would leave him for being inexperienced? Was that why he had all but forced the words out? Because he’d been worried being a virgin was some kind of flaw Marco wouldn’t be able to tolerate?

He’d have to keep that in mind and be sure to show Eren exactly how little Marco cared about that fact. At least not in any way that would indicate it being a flaw.

His answer actually seemed to take Eren off guard for a moment, plush lips parting as he stared at Marco, then gave a confused but quick nod.

“Good”, he murmured, his grip on the pillow loosening once more before he lowered it into his lap. He looked a little lost, pressed back against the large headboard, hair mussed and cheeks still flushed with lingering arousal.

“What now?”

Marco smiled but still didn’t reach out. Eren had moved away from him so it was up to his boyfriend to close the distance as well.

“Well that depends on what you want”, he answered, voice calm and eyes carefully watching Eren. “We can take it slow if that sounds good to you. We don’t have to do anything at all right now, we could just keep kissing. Or maybe you just want to jump right in? Just … say the word and we’ll do whatever you want.”

Eren took some time to mull over the options, gnawing on his bottom lip. Then he seemed to reach a decision, nodding quietly to himself before he spoke:

“Slow sounds good”, he mumbled and Marco nodded with a soft smile. He hadn’t been lying when he said they didn’t have to do anything. This was just as good an option as anything else as long as it meant his boyfriend felt safe and comfortable with him. But Eren wasn’t quite done yet.

“And can I … I want to touch you”, he admitted, voice quiet, almost embarrassed. Marco’s smile grew. That was another option he was just as happy with, of course.

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symbiosisqueen · 5 years

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The Tides of Change | Ch 2.

Universe: Family/Symbabies AU

Overview: Venom returns home to find all of their children missing and is unimpressed. Carnage manages to track down some important information and ends up meeting someone new.

A/N: Second part of the Symbabies Carnage fic!

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Venom hurdled their way down the stairs from the roof, ignoring the thundering sound of their heavy weight crashing down the apartment steps and any possible attention it might gain. Most of the building’s residents were either out at work or evacuated by the police minutes earlier, but even so, there was only one thing on their shared mind: getting back to their apartment.

They practically bounded through the open doorway, ignoring the splintered door as they immediately began searching for any trace of their spawn. There were bullet holes littering the walls and furniture, slashes through the floorboards and scorch marks all across their nice new kitchen counter.

There were bodies scattered around the floor, and Eddie couldn’t help the horrid thoughts that spilled into the forefront of his mind. None of their symbiotes would have been able to create such destruction by themselves, only if they managed to bond with a host could they access the abilities needed to tear apart their living room and the intruders alike.

Venom was racing about the small apartment with all the grace of a headless chicken, poking their head into every crevice and rapidly scenting the air for any sign of where their young could have been hidden. The symbiote refused to believe that they had been taken, desperately clinging to the thought of the children being safely curled up in some vent somewhere away from harm.

“Gone, they’re gone, all of them gone-” the alien was fanatically chanting after realising that they were indeed no longer in the apartment. “We need to find them, Eddie!” was all they said before leaping out of the already destroyed window, sailing down to the alleyway down behind the building and out of sight of the main road.

“I know, Vee, we’ll find them, I promise,” Eddie thought to them, half to reassure his Other and half to calm his own rapidly racing heart. They slowly began to retract from around Eddie’s body, hiding back inside their host should anyone happen to wander down the street and catch sight of them. Fortunately, the symbiote was able to continue tasting the air, catching the somewhat fresh trail of at least one of their family members.

The police were crawling all around the front of the apartment building, and soon enough they would head to where Eddie and his Other were searching. They only had a short window in which to find the escaped children. There was a familiar, soft huff from behind one of the large garbage bins, and the moment they saw Lassie accompanied by a tiny bundle of green and black goo astride her back.

Eddie near enough fell to his knees, his fingers buried into the soft fur of the canine’s head while his Other reached out a tendril to wrap around Sleeper, pulling them close to their body, vibrating excitedly at the close proximity to one of the children they had feared lost. Sleeper seemed to also be relieved at being found, trilling happily to both their parents.

From inside the dog a dark, oily goo began to bubble out from her skin, another familiar creature slowly extracting itself from its host’s body. They squeaked excitedly, grabbing a hold of Eddie’s hand and pulling themselves up onto his shoulders to curl up with their sibling and parents, greeting them with a gentle touch to the side of their faces.

Before they could stop them, Lasher crawled back down to the dog who was currently licking Eddie’s face, seamlessly sinking into the Pitbull’s body. While the parent symbiote briefly mourned the loss of contact, they at least understood the necessity to hide themselves as they too returned to their host’s body. They had created a hoodie for Eddie to wear, and so sleeper quickly slid themselves behind their father’s neck, hiding inside the soft fabric created by their other parent.

“It was the people from the Life Foundation,” they hissed into Eddie’s mind, “Lasher and Carnage tried to hold them off, but the others were taken.” The amount of pure outrage radiating from the alien through their bond was almost completely unheard of. The Life Foundation’s goons had forced their children to form a bond with the closest living thing they could find, no matter how suitable it was.

“Come on, old dog,” Eddie mumbled to Lassie, standing up and gesturing down the alleyway. He knew of a good abandoned warehouse not too far away for Sleeper, Lasher, and their dog to wait safely while the two parents sought out where their enemy was hiding. They had no lead on where Carnage had gone, other than the few stories being blasted across the news about a red monster tearing through the heart of the city.

Carnage was completely exhausted. He had spent the last few hours jumping from host to host in a desperate bid to lose any possible pursuers, trying his best to put as much distance between him and his home as possible. The current host he was with was less than an ideal candidate, but he was too tired to try and find someone else.

And so, he sat idly in the mind of the human as they walked down the street, completely oblivious to the alien lifeform currently using them for a free ride. He searched through their thoughts – a young woman who worked in retail, nothing particularly special – she would not be of much use to him, and so he kept his eyes open for anyone who might better suit his purpose.

There was a seemingly unending stream of people walking beside him and it was growing difficult for him to pick out someone. His current host was on her way to some café to meet up with someone important – he didn’t care enough to pry into any details – and deciding that he could use some time to figure out what exactly his plan was, he didn’t interfere.

He watched silently as the human walked into a small coffee shop, gleefully waving at someone before rushing into their arms for an embrace. They began to ramble about some topic or another, heading to the counter to place their orders, and Carnage used some of his influence to sway his host into buying a chocolate muffin.

He completely tuned out from their conversation, at least until the food arrived, before beginning to search the other patrons. There were a few families, some friends meeting up for a chat, no one of any interest. That was, until, a man walked into the shop, dressed from head to toe in a police uniform.

Carnage watched as the man began to order, paying for his drink before moving to sit at the booth directly behind his current host. He knew that he needed to find out information on the Life Foundation as they were the ones who attacked him and took his siblings, and surely a policeman would have his uses when it came to tracking them down.

While the woman continued to talk to her friend, Carnage slowly began to remove himself from her body, cautiously reaching across to the red cushion behind her body. He slowly slid down to the bottom cushion of the seat, snaking his way slowly around from his side of the booth to the opposite where the man sat, completely oblivious.

He moved close to the human, waiting until he leaned back into the seat, taking on the sensation of the fabric so that he didn’t notice when Carnage reached over to him, seeping into his flesh quickly. The policeman turned around, wondering what the slightly odd sensation behind him bad been, before simply brushing it off as another side effect of being deprived of caffeine all night. He returned to his cappuccino none the wiser.

Carnage was cautious as he gently prompted the human’s mind, planting the idea of leaving the café early to get a head start on some important work down at the local prison. He couldn’t help the sensation of giddiness that spread through him at his success when the man scooped up his drink and headed out of the coffee shop and to his car.

The symbiote was able to kick back and relax while the human brought the information to him, making the trip to his workplace in only a short twenty minutes. He walked inside, greeting his fellow policemen and guards on his way to the main office. It was when they were finally inside and sat at the officer’s desk that Carnage reached out his body to take control.

Unlocking the computer was the easy part, it was trying to narrow down where the Life Foundation was keeping his siblings that was the difficult part, especially when he found out just how many buildings the company owned. He brought up a list of people working in the nearest Life Foundation facilities before then searching for any possible criminal records any of them might have had.

He wasn’t sure if it was his idea or if he was pulling it from his current host’s mind, but he knew that it would take far too long to look up each person individually to see if he recognised them. The men who had attacked them were not a group of inexperienced boys, they were confident and highly skilled, and it wasn’t impossible for them to have committed a crime or two before entering into their current line of work.

Carnage mentally cheered when he recognised the image of one of the men who popped up in the search – he noticed that it was the poor man he had bisected with one of his blades – the man had been working at one of the Life Foundation’s warehouses down by the docks. Now that he had the information he needed, the symbiote wanted to find a good host.

While he was able to use the policeman, he was far from a good match, and Carnage was already beginning to feel the drain of using so much energy to control the human and make his body suitable for him to inhabit. He relinquished control of the human, knowing that for him it would merely have felt like blacking out, the red alien enjoyed watching as the feeble animal looked around in confusion, questioning his sanity for the second time that day.

Carnage slunk from the human’s body while he was distracted, slithering across the floor and out through the doorway into the hall. He avoided any guards that were wandering from one place to another all the while looking into every room he passed for anyone that looked like they might be a good fit.

One guard began making their way directly toward the symbiote, and so Carnage darted down the nearest hallway. There were prisoners contained within each of the cells lining the walls, and for the most part he ignored them, too focused on evading the guard who just so happened to also turn down the hall he had tried to escape down.

Without thinking he lunged into the nearest cell, scrabbling under the bed and out of sight. He watched silently as the human simply walked past the cell, continuing on his way to the other end of the room before turning and walking back the way he had come. It would seem that the guard had been patrolling all of the cells and was not in fact trying to follow Carnage. The tiny pile of goo allowed himself to melt slightly in relief.

That was, until, a red-haired man looked underneath the bed.

#fanfic #venom #carnage #literature #sleeper #lasher #eddie brock #Cletus Kasady

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The Forgotten Wife (8/9 - A “Making A Go Of It” Story) - NEW CHAPTER

Almost finished with this fic! In this chapter, Stephen gets some relationship advice from the only other woman who has had the tolerance to seriously date him: Christine Palmer.

The Forgotten Wife - Fifteen years ago, to fulfill the dying wish of someone who inspired him, Stephen Strange married Molly Hooper on a whim. And then life happened. A life full of many different things for both of them. But when Molly turns up at the Sanctum Santorum demanding an annulment so she can marry her fiancee, it presents an entire situation where neither of them have any idea how to approach a marriage that they aren’t sure they want to end as they get to know each other better.

The conversation with Molly by the window had left him confused and if there was one thing that irritated him more than anything it was being confused. It had been that way since he was young, and he was sure Molly remembered that as they seemed to suddenly start avoiding each other. He spent more time in the library, going over what he could to track down Baron Mordo, and she was off with Wong, exploring the city. As long as at least one of them was at the Sanctum Santorum, he supposed that was fine. Both of them were allowed to have some semblance of lives outside of their guardianship of the magic users of the universe, whatever that might entail. It was about time for Wong to enjoy some time not only outside of his duties with the texts that he guarded, but also outside of the Sanctum Sanctorum, and giving Molly a tour seemed to be a good reason for him to have some time away.

And as it stood right now if he was going to be around Molly, he wasn’t entirely sure how he would act, or even should act or was capable of acting, and not only was that confusing, it was unnerving. They had a past, a past which made them more intertwined in some ways than he and Christine had ever been, but he didn’t understand why everything was coming to a head now. He hoped that it was simply a coincidence that she was here now and nothing sinister, but at least that was something he could research, and so he did.

At least a week after the incident at the window he had come to accept that the timing, at least this once, was pure coincidence, and so It was with some trepidation, then, that he got on the phone and called the only other living female who had ever understood him. She was going to tease the ever-loving shit out of him, he knew that, but he braced himself for it. Christine picked up after three rings. “Stephen? Is something wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong for me to call you? If something was wrong I’d just open up a portal and tell you to come with me if you want to live,” he said, leaning back in his seat, a smile toying at his face as she made a snorted laughter type of noise at his use of pop culture; music had not been the only thing he had had a near-obsessive interest with. “But I suppose if you want to know, something is...troubling me.”

“So nothing supernatural or magical or anything like that. Did Wong burn your dinner last night?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“No.” He took a deep breath, getting ready to brace himself. “Did I ever tell you I was married before?”

“You? Married?” she asked, scoffing slightly. “Who on earth would marry you before you met me? We know what you were like.”

“An old family friend. And, point of fact, I asked her to marry me to make her father happy as he was dying.” He shut his eyes for a moment. “She came here, to New York. To get an annulment. We need a divorce since it’s been 15 years, unfortunately, but now she doesn’t know if she wants to divorce or if she wants to marry the man who asked her who wasn’t me.”

Christine broke into riotous laughter, and he had the feeling she was laughing so hard that either she was doubled over or tears were coming down. Both, probably. “Oh my Lord, Stephen, you’re in a love triangle. You are in every man’s worst nightmare come true. And I don’t have popcorn, this is just so wrong.”

“Ha,” he deadpanned. “Ha. Ha. Ha. This is serious, Christine.”

“I know, but give me a moment. At least I’m not the woman in this situation.”

“True. Speaking of which, how is Rhodey?”

“Still good, still mad that you didn’t introduce us sooner,” she said, the laughter starting to fade. “But I’m glad I’m not in this mess between the two of you because I don’t know what I’d do, honestly. I love the both of you, just...differently.”

“I know,” he said softly. “You’re in love with him, though, and not me so that’s the important part.”

“Yeah,” she said. Finally the last of the giggling passed. “I guess...do you want this marriage to work out?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like she isn’t used to danger. She’s caught up in some dangerous situations involving a detective friend of hers in London. He has a nemesis that she dated for a bit. But...there’s a difference between Moriarty and Mordo.”

“What a second,” Christine said. “Your wife wouldn’t be Dr. Molly Hooper by any chance, would she?” She sounded rather excited and he had to suppress a groan.

“Yes,” he said.

“Stay married. Introduce us. I want to pick her brain on some papers she wrote.”

“Well, that works out well for you, Christine, but...”

“But what about you?” she said. “Stephen, you wouldn’t have called to ask your ex-girlfriend her advice on whether you should stay in a marriage that hits all those tropes that authors love if you didn’t already want to. You just wanted a sounding board that wouldn’t laugh in your face as you sorted it out.”

“But you did laugh,” he pointed out.

“Just not in your face,” she retorted. “But honestly? There’s something between the two of you, isn’t there?”

He paused before he dragged out his answer. “Yeeees. She liked me when we were kids. The feeling was...reciprocal, even if I didn’t act like it.”

“Well, don’t outright sabotage her relationship, but my advice is to tell her the truth, and if you get a chance? Don’t do what you did with me. Don’t push her away, don’t treat her as just your plus one in life and...be honest as you can?”

“She knows as much as you know,” he said. “For her safety.”

“Now you have to introduce us,” she said. “I have an Avenger for a boyfriend and a sorcerer for an ex but there is so much I can’t talk to either of you about that maybe I can with her.”

“Tell you what: I’ll see if she’s up to having lunch with you tomorrow. Rhodey can hover if he wants but I’ll stay scarce.”

“Deal,” Christine said happily. “Oh, and Stephen?”

“Yeah?”

“Good luck.” She hung up then and he looked at the phone before setting it down and leaning in his chair more. She was right, as she usually was: he’d already made up his mind long before he picked up the phone. He wanted to give this marriage an actual shot, even if it meant getting the divorce before their first date. But things were brewing in a way that while he was settled, he still needed to see just where Molly was with all of this. He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t prod, but he’d be truthful.

She deserved that much.

#mcu #sherlock #stephen x molly #strangeolly #fanfic #fanfiction #stephen strange #christine palmer #multipart: the forgotten wife #my au: making a go of it

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