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ryv-chan · 5 months

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Ryu's Creepypasta Life: Two

Alright, chapter two is finally here. I've been mainly focusing on artwork and other projects like iceberg videos (I'm on my last installment).

This is coming from a Wattpad series I'm working on currently, so I'll have a link to the original source cause the description has some useful info.

I'll take feedback from anyone if there's something that needs improvement or just doesn't make any sense. But please refrain from saying stuff like "I don't like this" or "this sucks" cause that's not actual criticism in my eyes.

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Three days left. Three days left until Ryu’s final decision to meet up with Alex. For the most part, he just sorta existed. He didn’t contribute much to the world, besides working and socializing with his coworkers. But Ryu did care about other people’s well being, and Alex was no exception.

Ryu didn’t really have any preferences when it came to dating people. He did have a few crushes throughout his school years. Nearly all of them were the shy, awkward, nerdy type. So, there was something about them that drew Ryu in close.

Ryu having these types of shower thoughts wasn’t anything new, but it left Ryu in the bathroom for a while. But it also led to his water bill increasing by a few dollars which made him die inside. So when Ryu caught himself thinking very deeply about his life, he immediately turned off the water and got out and ready for the day.

When Ryu finished getting dressed and walked out into the kitchen, he spotted the dining table’s chair laid on the floor. Ryu froze, he always locked his doors, made sure everything was nice and neat, and would’ve known what caused the chair to fall. But no gusts of wind could’ve done it, and Ryu probably would’ve noticed something was off before going to bed. And the sound of a chair falling just a door away would have woken Ryu up.

He walked over and picked up the chair, setting it back in its original place. It was like he was in the middle of a stage, having just screwed up his performance and was left to deal with all eyes on him, before going back to acting like nothing happened. But something really did happen. Ryu’s brain was trying to rationalize what he had seen, but of course he knew someone had gotten in.

Ryu then did a vigorous search of the place to make sure nothing wasn’t misplaced or stolen. It seemed like everything was in order, it was just that one chair that had fallen.

Ryu couldn’t eat, so he just went to work without having breakfast, a decision that he would later come to regret. But he was too anxious to even touch food in fear he would throw it up. Before Ryu left, he went around the house to make sure all the windows were closed and locked. And did the same thing with the doors right before he left, and tested them too.

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Arriving at work Ryu walked in to see Lisa and Mia, greeting him with friendly smiles. Then he saw Alex, yikes…

Ryu felt a bit awkward as he went to clock himself in for work. He didn’t want to make that obvious on top of his possible date plans and paranoia.

Ryu looked over and caught Alex staring at him, he quickly turned his head around and acted like he wasn’t looking at Ryu in the first place. Ryu could feel butterflies suddenly. He also then caught Mia staring as well, over by the register, making kissy faces at Ryu like a teenager.

Ryu could feel his fears dissipating, being replaced by awkward fluff. He hadn’t realized how interested he had been in Alex. Which just made him mad that he was so open with his coworkers about childhood crushes and what he liked in people.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna actually do something?” Mia snickered.

Ryu enjoyed the company of his coworkers, but sometimes they just acted like a bunch of babysitters.

“You have yet to tell me where I could be working…” said Ryu, slightly irritated.

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At some point during his shift, Ryu had to use the restroom. Behind the curtain, and halfway down a long, concrete hallway was the bathroom. Continuing down the hallway, just to the left lead into the cafe. In a rather trashed city, of course the public bathroom smelt terrible, with uncleaned mold growing on the walls and tile. It was a fly’s paradise, which just made it worse for Ryu since he hated insects.

The hallway was only lit up by the neon bathroom sign that hung over the bathroom entrance. It was a small room with no stalls, just a toilet and a sink with a busted mirror. Ryu was able to power through the awful smell, he would only be in there for a few minutes at max.

When he went to wash his hands, he turned on the rusted faucet as he looked at himself. Himself that had more than one face from the broken pieces clinging to its frame. He wasn’t bothering to look down as he washed his hands. But when he went to get soap, he saw the crimson tint of the water. Either something died and somehow had gotten into the water supply, or something was terribly wrong.

Ryu recoiled, turning off the water before quickly unlocking and leaving through the slim bathroom door. He could just wash his hands in the dish-pit. Ryu peered down the hallway towards the coffee shop, and someone was standing there. Nothing was of much detail to Ryu’s naked eye, since it was such a dingy, sketchy hallway. They just stood there, unmoving. Ryu didn’t know where they came from or why they were just there, but it frightened him. So he hastily made his way back to the diner. He couldn’t help but make a quicker dash while he was halfway there, afraid that whoever was there was following him.

A sudden relief washed over the man as he blew past the curtain to enter the restaurant. None of his coworkers seemed to notice that he was in such a hurry to get back.

“Welcome back.” Lisa smiled, “Didn’t notice you there.”

As Ryu was washing his hands over the other sink, he tried to rationalize the previous situation he was in. It could’ve been another crackhead or a person who was spooked by the sudden appearance of Ryu leaving. But it all felt wrong, a person couldn’t have been just there for no reason.

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“Ryu?”

“Ryuuu…”

Ryu’s gaze snapped over to the redhead trying to get his attention, “Mia…?”

“Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Mia tilted her head.

“Ya, why are you so worried…?” Ryu spoke jokingly, nearly chuckling.

“Because you’re usually busy with something.”

“Sorry… I guess I just didn’t get enough sleep last night…” Ryu muttered, making up an excuse for what happened around an hour ago.

“It be like that sometimes.” Mia sighed, beginning to clean a section of counter with an old, damp rag.

After a few moments of silence between the two, Ryu finally spoke up once more, “How… many crackheads do you see on the streets usually…?” he asked softly.

Mia hummed, “Well, they’re everywhere. It’s really not that hard to find them lurking around in an alleyway.”

“What about in buildings…?”

Mia paused, “It’s hard to say… either shooting up in their apartments or getting kicked out of establishments. Can’t say I’ve seen them get booted outside.”

Another few moments of silence pass by, “Why do you ask?” Mia suddenly questioned, glancing over at her soft friend.

“Well… when I came out of the bathroom, I saw this dude standing at the other end… Y’know, where that coffee shop is…” Ryu confessed, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of the lack of sleep I got, and because of how dark it is down that hall…”

“Maybe, that’s why I carry pepper spray with me everywhere I go.” Mia smiled softly over at Ryu, pulling a small red and black cylinder out of her front pocket to show the man, “It’s dangerous being a girl in this type of city. Not that I’m saying you are one, just appearance wise.”

“Ya, I’ll consider it…” Ryu smiled softly back at the redhead.

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After Ryu’s shift ended, he stopped at a small convenience store to look for some pepper spray. It was one of those trips where if he couldn’t get it now, he had all the time in the world to look for it later. Bless his luck because Ryu actually found the same kind of pepper gel Mia had.

Ryu was able to catch one of the last subways going home, it was a bit empty. Emptier than usual. As the train made its rounds, the few people that shared the carrier Ryu soon departed. And very soon Ryu was left alone with the sounds of the speeding subway on the rails echoing in his ears.

The visual of the silhouette at the end of the hallway was stuck in Ryu’s mind. He felt lucky that nothing bad happened while in that hall, but it was frightening to think if the person began to run after him. Ryu was beginning to think that maybe using a restroom in another establishment was the best option.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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My Captain (Pirate! Park Seonghwa)

Pairing: Pirate! Seonghwa (Ateez)× Pirate! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Pirate AU.

Summary: After taking victory over the most notorious beast to plague the seas, the ship's quartermaster wants to relish in the pleasure of claiming one of his crew members.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Soft to Hard Dom! Seonghwa, Sub! Reader, body worship, oral (female and male receiving), spanking, face fucking, multiple orgasms, Captain/power kink, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny

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The young woman exhaled deeply, her eyes trained on the hands which were currently unfastening the front lacings of her brown leather corset in a rather desperate and anxious manner.

"Before we get any further, I want your full and complete consent to what is about to happen."

Letting the article of clothing drop to the floor, the sailor in front of her took a step closer to her, his thumb pressing down across her bottom lip. His eyes became even more narrow as they looked at her mouth with hunger, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between them and press them against his own.

"Say no right now and I won't push the matter any further." He repeated himself, his Adam's apple moving abruptly from how hard he swallowed back a nervous lump of anxiousness and self restraint.

The young maiden took a deep breath and brushed her fingers across the white silk shirt the boat's quartermaster was wearing, the deep V neck allowing her a glimpse of his bare, tanned upper chest, the outline of his pectoral muscles peeking out. She hummed out an incomprehensible tune as she looked up at her superior.

"Does the Master Seonghwa need to make use of my body? Would he like to release his deepest passions on me?" She reached a hand up and caressed his cheek, half expecting him to swat her hand away since he was not known to be a gentle or affectionate lover, given the long list of women that have had the pleasure of being taken to bed by him. But unlike her expectation, the male actually let out a small and contents sigh, his face falling deeper into her touch, his hand reaching up to clasp it in his own before bringing it over to his lips where he placed a tender kiss on each of her fingertips. It confused the woman utterly to see the usually strict, ruthless and unmerciful pirate act so mellow, meek and warm, yet it also sent a flutter into her chest.

"What I want hardly matters right now, I can manage either way. But I need ... I must know if you're ok with this Y/N."

She widened her eyes when he called her by her name. On a daily basis, ever since she had been forced onto the life of piracy after they raided her village, he'd never addressed her with anything other than mean spirited and sometimes even cruel insults, as he did with those he deemed inferior to him. It shocked her greatly to think he even knew her name in the first place.

Taking a step away from him, Seonghwa's mouth parted in amazement when the crew member in front of him began to slide the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slowly sliding off her body until it pooled by her ankles, which she then swiftly kicked out of the way. His eyes beheld her nude figure, admiring from the top of her head all the way to her toes. She was simply mesmerizing, stunning, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of sailing across different continents.

"I'm perfectly content with anything my lord wishes to do. He may do with me as he pleases. Tonight..... he is my Captain."

Seonghwa's black trousers suddenly felt too tight, the title Y/N bestowed on him affecting him greatly. She gasped softly when one of his arms held her by her waist and pulled her against him.

"Your captain..." He muttered softly, his lips ghosting across her cheek until they came up to the corners of her lip where he then pressed them down harder onto her face.

"Yes- my captain-"

The rest of her words were muffled when Seonghwa's mouth enclosed over hers, his luscious lips parting and then closing over and over against her own. His hand cupped at her chin, keeping her head tilted up as he practically devoured her mouth. His tongue never poked out to intrude into her wet cavern, his teeth however had an utter fascination with nibbling onto her bottom lip, tugging and pulling at them. Y/N groaned in surprise when she lost her footing as Seonghwa backed her up into the bed, his arm clutching her tighter against his body to keep her from falling. Inhaling softly, she inclined her neck back to allow Seonghwa to plaster nibbling pecks along her skin, subtle red patches spreading around it.

His hands moved from her waist to caress her further down, his thumbs pressing down against her hip bones. Her satin like skin was practically inviting him to caress and admire every inch of her, and that was exactly what he planned to do. Starting in between her supple breasts, he slowly placed heartfelt and tender kisses that traveled from her sternum all the way to her abdomen, his knees slowly dropping so it would be easier for him. When he felt her pull slightly away, his hands pressed her further into his face, fingers digging into her thighs.

"Stay there." He told her as he dragged his tongue along one of her inner thighs, so near her core that Y/N held her breath when his nose neared her pubic bone.

"So pretty, and you smell so delicious." He mused out loud as his nose inhaled her arousal, tongue swiping across his lips.

Before he could even get to sample a bit of her juices, he was lifted off the ground by none other than the woman he was admiring, switching positions so now she was kneeling in front of him while he was standing.

"Y/N- what are you....?" He stood absolutely still, watching as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his painfully erect member that greeted her sight with tiny bursts of precum splashing onto the wooden floor underneath them.

"Tonight it's all about you, after all, you were brave today in taking down that vicious monster all by yourself. If it weren't for you, we'd all still be living in fear for the rest of our lives."

Gripping him at the base, she collected up some saliva in her mouth before spitting it around his length, wanting him to be properly lubricated before she started stroking him. His trembling hisses were music to her ears as she slowly pumped him, coating him even further, her eyes never looking away from his dazed look.

"It's only right you be rewarded as a captain deserves to be rewarded."

Seonghwa's mouth went agape, shuddered breaths coming out as he watched his cock disappear into Y/N's warm mouth. She didn't stop until she fit all of him inside, an impressive image to behold. She stilled for a few seconds before pulling him out, stopping when it was just his tip resting on her tongue and then proceeding to slide him right back in.

"Fuck- you're killing me beautiful." Seonghwa reached a hand up so his thumb could stroke one of her hollowed cheeks, full of his cock that she slurped on without hesitation. Y/N closed her eyes as she continued to savor Seonghwa's taste, long and slow strokes of her tongue making sure not one inch of him was left untouched or neglected. It swirled around the shaft before sucking onto him. Her hands came up to cup his balls, softly fondling them so that he may experiment the most pleasure possible. Seeing her look so calm, her mouth practically worshiping his cock, Seonghwa held back his urge to hold her head and slam his hips into her face. Instead he settled for running his fingers through her hair, brushing them up into a makeshift ponytail so that he may peer down at her with no distractions or anything intervening with the visual. During a particularly harsh suck she gave him, his hips had a mind of their own and pressed him back into her mouth, his tip reaching so far back that a muffled choke had her drooling slightly at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm sorry." He apologized when he saw her eyes shot open and she pulled him out of her mouth.

"Don't apologize my lord. As I said, do with me as you please. If you wish to fuck my face, then by all means, please do." She encouraged him as she pressed sloppy kisses along his head, tongue darting out to place kitten licks on his slit.

Taking hold of her jaw, Seonghwa positioned his tip at the entrance of her mouth, his face looking concerned, silently wondering if she was really ok with what he wanted to do. Nodding up at him, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and hummed in approval when he slid himself back into her mouth. She took a deep breath, readying herself for the coming assault upon her maw which came just as intense and fervent as she expected from him. Seonghwa rutted his hips up into her, using her hole to release most of the adrenaline that had been brewing in him ever since he went out in battle just a few hours prior.

"God! You have no idea how hot you look right now, letting me use your mouth like this. You're too good to me."

Hearing him suddenly praise her, a stark contrast to the daily criticism she only heard from him, had her getting more wet in between her legs. She moaned as she continued to lap at Seonghwa each time his cock forced itself back into her throat. Saliva ran down her chin from the force his body used to buck up into her mouth, his previously mannered thrusts now becoming less calculated and more spontaneous as his high was nearing.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your-" His hands clasped her head and held it still as he roughly pumped his cum down her throat, which Y/N promptly swallowed fully. She was gasping for air when he pulled himself out of her, panting hard as she caught her breath. She wiped the slick that was glistening on her lips and chin.

"No woman has ever managed to make me cum with their mouth."

Y/N's head whipped up at Seonghwa's revelation. He was peering down at her with a curious yet smug smile.

"You're the first to do so. You really are too good to me." His index finger wiped off some leftover slick from her cupid's bow.

Y/N was practically purring at his words, reveling in his praise.

"My sweet and good girl, I think it's only fair if I pay you back." He chuckled heartily.

Swiping her off the ground, Seonghwa pulled back the covers of his bed and then layed Y/N down on it, her head falling back against one of the soft pillows. She could not protest when Seonghwa spread her legs, eagerly placing his face right above her wet core.

"You smell and look so delectable. I wonder how long it'll take for you to lose control."

With one hand pressing her down to the mattress, Seonghwa latched his lips to her sensitive clit, producing a loud whine out of his crewmate above him. He was bewitched by how amazing she tasted, his tongue relishing in her flavor. He couldn't contain himself as he lost himself in consuming her heat. Dipping his tongue into her hole had her spilling out more slick which he lapped at with great intensity. His lips smirked against her folds when he felt her try to buck up into his face, her whining sounding so needy for him.

"I could stay here forever." He murmured.

The hand that was keeping her down dropped down to grip one of her thighs while the other did the same thing. Lifting her hips slightly off the bed, Seonghwa became like a beast as he devoured the entirety of her sex. Y/N writhed underneath him. Before she was antsy about pushing herself closer to his lips, now she was squirming to draw away from him. But of course Seonghwa wasn't having that. He simply relished in working her up until she reached her peak, which seemed to be coming up very soon, his skilled tongue making sure of it. Y/N tossed her body about as much as she could, which wasn't much considering Seonghwa was holding tightly to her. He slurped at her as if his life depended on it, even his nose would rub against her mound from how hard he was burying himself in her.

"Seonghwa-" Y/N cried out when a sharp smack landed on her thigh.

"It's captain to you. Now go on, say it or else I'll stop right now and tie you to the bed." He ordered her, slowing down his movements just slightly.

"Oh my- captain! Please-"

Hearing her beg for him just riled Seonghwa even further, his ego boosting more as she whimpered and squirmed frantically, her juices pouring out from inside and collected by his tongue. His chest practically puffed up with pride as she continued to shudder even when her climax had passed and he was merely cleaning around her folds, not letting anything drip off onto the sheets since he wanted it all for himself.

Pulling back with an audible pop, he sat up and nearly ripped his shirt off his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Y/N marveled at the sight of his godly body making an appearance, her instincts making her reach out to touch him.

"Turn around, ass up and on all fours." He instructed her as he worked to take off the remainder of his clothes.

Rolling over on the soft bed, Y/N did as she was ordered to, making sure to push her ass as far as she could just for Seonghwa. He seemed to appreciate the gesture given his hand was now caressing one of her cheeks, starting off gentle and loving before pinching her flesh, which made Y/N groan.

"You're really begging me to fuck you." Seonghwa grunted as he brought his hand down to strike her ass.

Y/N clenched around nothing, shuddering at Seonghwa's harsh treatment.

"Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Want my cock to tear that pussy of yours?" He mercilessly teased as he glided his tip along her slit, slapping it against her nub.

"Y-yes! I want my captain to fuck me like one of his whores." Y/N exclaimed, unable to bear the wait any longer.

Seonghwa raised an amused eyebrow at her pleading.

"Oh? So you've heard some of the other sluts talk about me haven't you?" He said with a slight dark laugh that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, heightened more when Seonghwa plunged his cock into her, stilling when he was fully stuffed in her.

"Want to experience it firsthand then? Want to feel how good my cock will fuck your brains out?"

Y/N nodded frantically, wanting to slam herself onto Seonghwa's cock but restraining from doing so less it should result in him denying her what she wanted.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

A sharp cry was forced out of her mouth when Seonghwa pulled out with no warning only to slam himself back inside her. He set a rough pace, each deep stroke against her velvety flesh pulling out cry after cry out of her lips. It was sheer and painful bliss to have the ship's quartermaster tearing her insides apart, her heat pulsating against his length as it constricted around him. Seonghwa's tip plunged into the deepest part of her, slamming against the entrance of her womb as her plump ass rippled against each slam of his hips against them. Y/N's deafening moans were so loud she was sure the party above them could hear what was going on below them. She buried her face on the pillow underneath her, only laying there for less than a minute before a pair of hands harshly pulled her back up, a strangled gasp emanating from her throat.

"Don't you dare. I want everyone on board to listen to me destroy this little cunt of yours, I want them to hear you scream my name." He growled in a low and deep tone that her folds further clenching around him.

Y/N's face started to contort in ecstasy from all the pleasure burning through her body, her whiny pants and sobs flowing out endlessly from her lips. Seonghwa's pounding became more violent and brutal, losing himself in the mutual lust that was taking over both of their bodies, the heat and warmth of Y/N's slick filled walls throbbing against his shaft.

"You're close aren't you my little whore? You're gripping my dick impossibly tight." He snickered behind her, his hips continuing to jolt harshly into her.

"Yes captain! I'm so c-close." She responded loudly, her panting becoming more exhausted as her skin started to glow from the sheen of sweat that was stemming from their passionate affair.

"So am I, my cock is twitching to fill you up with my seed."

Y/N nearly drooled at the thought of having Seonghwa cum inside her hole, filling her up until she couldn't contain his cum anymore. She was snapped out of her fantasy by Seonghwa's hand that struck her ass.

"Beg me for it you wench. Beg me to fill your cunt with my cum." He commanded her.

"Please my lord! Fill me up with your cum! Want my captain's cum inside of me!" She pleaded, hands nearly tearing the pillow she was clutching so tightly.

Seonghwa's eyes were like a raging sea, his thrusts becoming more sporadic as he worked to bring the both of them over the edge.

"Shit! I'll fill this hole of yours up, I'll fuck it full until it drains me of all my cum. Wanna see your pussy stuffed with my seed."

With walls fluttering around him, Y/N was a frantic and screaming mess as an agonizingly hard and euphoric chord snapped in her, prompting her body to burst open as her essence poured out all over Seonghwa's cock. Seonghwa himself was hissing and grunting fiercely as a wave overtook him, drowning him in an abyss of pleasure while his release flooded into Y/N's cavern, her walls hardly able to contain all that he pumped into her that some of it trickled down her thighs. With curses befitting his status as a sailor, Seonghwa pulled himself out of her warmth and collapsed next to her, eyes wide open as his chest heaved up and down with labored breathing. The girl beside him was in no greater state as she felt an intense ache and burn when he slipped out of her, her thighs and legs still trembling after having her superior conquer her body.

Through clenched teeth, Y/N moved one foot to rest on the hard floor so it could help stabilize her as she tried to get up. Remembering all the stories Seonghwa's previous affairs recounted about him not liking to have them around after messing around with them, Y/N slowly began to sit up and show herself out before the quartermaster himself ordered her out his chamber.

"Where are you running off to?" He questioned, hand reaching out to clasp her own before she slipped out of the bed.

"I was just going to collect my clothes and withdraw to my own room Sir. If you'd like, I'll even take your clothes with me and return them clean to you in the morning." She offered, knowing he was an avid clean freak that hated even the slightest bit of dirt or dust around his space.

"Don't worry about the mess Y/N, we can sort that out tomorrow. Stay for tonight, I insist. It looks like it'll be a cold and rainy night as well and I know your quarters tend to leak."

Without even waiting for her response, he tugged her back by his side, covering them both up with the blankets. Y/N stared off in confusion when Seonghwa pressed his chest to her back, an arm slung protectively around her. She began to question so many things surrounding her quartermaster. Didn't he dislike her? Why was he still keeping her around when he's notorious for not liking affection? He discarded all his previous lovers as if they were used rags, so why was he not doing the same to her?

"Don't think too much about it, just go to sleep and rest up." He seemed to be reading her thoughts, his nose nestling against the crook of her neck as he hugged her tighter to him.

"Yes....thank you my lord."

Seonghwa whined tiredly at her response.

"Seonghwa. Just call me Seonghwa..... my love."

He must have really been so tired and out of it for him to blurt out that endearment to her. Y/N blushed, unable to contain the shy smile on her face.

"Yes Seonghwa."

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Adventures in the Kawata twins

Disclaimer: This takes place during the present when they're all adults. This isn't an x reader persay but reader is mentioned.

Synopsis: Takemichi & Chifuyu are stuck taking care of the drunk Kawata twins. It can't be that hard they'd assumed. Though they fail to understand that the twins are dumped on them for good reason.

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"Takemichi, you plan on being a designated driver?" Draken asks as Takemichi plops into the seat next to him at their shared table.

"Yeah, I don't feel like drinking tonight." He explained with a shrug.

"Great!" Mikey exclaimed allowing his straw to slip back into the something red he'd been sucking down. "Then you can take care of the Kawata brothers." He pointed to the end of the bar where both brothers sat. Smiley swiveling back in forth in his chair while Angry just glared at all the people. Their eyes lazily hovering over the thick crowd of people.

"They're barely sipping their drinks." Takemichi scoffed

Draken snorted with a deep laugh, "For now." Though he stopped talking when Mikey elbowed him.

"Yeah ok I'll take them home later." Takemichi replied.

"Not just take them home." Mikey grunted, poking his finger out at Takemichi. "You gotta watch them!" He gestured first to Takemichi then back to the two boys at the bar.

"Ok ok sure."

How bad could they possibly get after all? They were never apart as far as Takemichi could see. Even now they were calmly sipping their drinks, Angry's feet swaying back and forth against the side of the bar stool, his face full of frustration as he played with the straw between his lips. Meanwhile Smiley began talking about something random that barely caught his brother's attention his warm smile stretched tightly against his face.

They were calm. This was gonna be fine....

An hour later~

"Where'd they go!!" Takemichi clung to Chifuyu's shoulders like they were his life support shaking the poor man like a doll.

"Well where's the last place you had them?!" Chifuyu screamed back, head darting up over the crowd trying to locate at least one of the missing twins.

"They're not lost remotes!!" Takemichi grunted

A sudden burst of clapping across the bar made Takemichi and Chifuyu whip around. A rhythm slowly forming as drunk onlookers turned to face the same direction. Suddenly a big blue tuff peaked its way over the crowd followed by a fist raising in the air and Angry's full face coming into view.

"Shit." Chifuyu cursed

Takemichi lead the rush through the crowd, Chifuyu right behind him as the two of them made their way closer to one of the rickety tables near the back corner of the bar where Angry was now pointing out into the crowd. A smile almost as big as his brother's plastered onto his face. But it had a much gentler feel to it, almost as if he did it everyday.

"You! You got what I need! Everybody!" Angry belted as he sung into an invisible mic. "But you say he's just a friend!! Now the ladies!"

"And you say he's just a friend!" Reciprocated the crowd.

"Oh God who's he singing about? Name?" Chifuyu scoffed as he held onto Takemichi's hoodie for fear of getting swept away in the crowd.

"Wait? Angry likes, Name?!"

"You must be the most oblivious person in the world to not have noticed. Even I noticed!" Chifuyu yelled over the crowd.

Takemichi sighed reaching out for the wobbly table working to keep it steady as Chifuyu went around the other side tugging at Angry's pant leg.

"And you say he's just a friend, oh baby, you-" Angry continued until Chifuyu finally managed to catch his attention. "Takemichi! Chifuyu! Hi!" He bounced on the table almost causing it to tip.

"Angry come on, let's go find your brother!"

"Ooo yeah!" He giggled like a child.

"Holy shit I didn't even know he was capable of laughing, let alone smiling." Chifuyu blinked shaking his head.

"Catch me ok!" Angry beamed

"Wait Angry!-"

Takemichi's legs folded beneath him as Angry laid on top of him. Surprisingly he wasn't that heavy, though his body weight came out of nowhere and all at once. It left Takemichi with zero breath in his lungs as an uncharacteristic Angry laid on top of him, Chifuyu's smug grin just above him.

"Thanks for the support!" Takemichi groaned in pain. With both hands Chifuyu pulled Takemichi up, helping him support Angry's weight as he wrapped the younger twins legs around his waist.

"Why-" Chifuyu gestured to the current display.

"It'll just be easier."

Angry clung to Takemichi's hoodie like a curious toddler, sticking his fingers beneath the back to play with the tag.

"Come on, we're gonna go find your brother." Takemichi soothingly rubbed Angry's back before turning to Chifuyu.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Chifuyu asked

The sound of glass shattering a short distance away and the sounds of loud screams and grunts called the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Aside from those too busy making out or puking to see.

"I'd say follow the screaming."

They'd barely arrived on the scene but the crunches of glass underneath their shoes spoke volumes. Smiley's fists repeatedly slamming into a now completely shattered glass mirror. Blood seeping through his damaged knuckles like a punctured water bottle.

Chifuyu immediately slipped his arms under Smiley's armpits. Shaken a bit by the stoned face that stared down at the shattered mirror beneath them.

"Come on Angry we gotta go!"

"That's Smiley! This is Angry!" Takemichi yelped, shifting a distracted Angry around to look at Chifuyu.

"At this point can you blame me?! It's like we fell into an alternate dimension." Chifuyu groaned "Wait is that possible right now?"

"I don't think so!"

"Get off! This cunt is asking for it!" Smiley reached for the only part of the mirror still even slightly assembled. But before he could punch it in Chifuyu slipped an arm around his waist.

"Let's just get out of here before the cops show up!"

Even in disarray Takemichi was pleased at how much easier it had been getting the twins out of the bar then it had been finding them.

"You can still drive a bike right?" Takemichi asked as he reached into Angry's pocket for his keys. He placed a disoriented Angry on the back, trying to push his leg over the side.

"God, your knuckles are wrecked!" Chifuyu gasped astonished. Some of the glass had chipped off while some stayed wedged inside his closed fist.

"It's fine we can remove it when we get them home."

"Hey do you think Name likes that song?" Angry nodded his head, snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. "I like the bartender, yeah if you're looking for me I'm at the bar with her!" He sung

"I'm sure it'd be just as uncomfortable for Name as it currently is for us." Chifuyu sighed "Come on get on back." He explained to Smiley.

"Fuck you."

Angry fidgeted around behind Takemichi only holding onto his waist when Takemichi physically slid his hands there. His smile deepening as he grinned along to the music he hadn't stopped singing.

After a bit more pleading Smiley plopped onto the back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ok, now all we need to do is get them home right?" Chifuyu called over the roar of the engine and the sound of Angry still harmonizing with inaudible music.

"Actually.. I told Mikey I'd look after them for the night.."

"I hate you."

"Chifuyu, please! I can't do this without you! Once we put them to bed the rest should be easy right?"

They pulled up to a red light and for the first time tonight Takemichi could hear himself think. Yeah ok, the rest of the night really shouldn't be too difficult. The hard part was getting them out of the bar right?

"Fuck are you looking at shit stain?!" Smiley screamed to a man casually minding his business across the street.

"Angry!" Takemichi screeched

"See you did it too!" Chifuyu pointed

"Shit, I mean-"

"Huh?!" The man called turning to make eye contact with the four people in front of him.

"Can't this light change any fucking faster?!" Chifuyu yelled

"You wanna go bitch!" Smiley called

~~~~

"Smiley, please shut up!" Chifuyu was practically withering. Smiley nearly left off the bike when the man came charging forward.

In that split second the light turned green and Chifuyu sped off with Takemichi trailing just behind. A flood of nervous tears beginning to stain his face.

"You know Mikey set you up right?" Chifuyu grunted as he hauled an agitated Smiley into his and his brother's shared flat.

"I figured after looking up to see them both gone." Takemichi gasped and heaved, shutting the door behind him and Angry.

"I'm making ramen." Smiley announced, staggering off to the living room.

"No no no what you need to do is lay down. This night has been a nightmare." Chifuyu said

"You wanna go fucker." Smiley spat

"Smiley please-" Takemichi tried

"Takemichi, Michi! Look look at my Tiktok dance! You gotta watch!" Angry tugged on Takemichi's jacket sleeve with kid like hops trying to get his attention.

"Just.. I can't right now please we-"

"Why?!" Angry's outburst immediately brought quiet to the flat, the beginnings of tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

"Shit, don't let him cry!" Chifuyu exclaimed

"Ok! Ok do the dance!"

Angry straightened, smile reappearing fully. He patted the tops of his chest, shaking his hips to nonexistent music. "You need a woman's touch in your place, just protect her and keep her safe." His arm juts out to the words he's singing, "Baby, worship my hips in ways, so feminine with grace."

Takemichi and Chifuyu blink, mouths hung in a small 'O' as they watched the awkward drunk assembly of movements matching terribly with the surprisingly on key singing. Without warning Angry clutched his knees, bile spilling from his body like a sprinkler system.

"You're in charge of Angry then." Chifuyu patted Takemichi's back as Angry continued to unleash on the once clean living room floor. Coughs escaping his drunken body. "I'll take care of.. ah shit! Where'd he go now?!"

"Maybe that's enough dancing for one night." Tiptoeing around the undigested waste Takemichi reached for Angry's arm. "Want some water?" He asked pulling a staggering Angry into the kitchen.

"There's-" Takemichi managed to get him there just in time. Angry's fingers clutching the edges of the kitchen sink as he leaned forward emptying everything in his stomach down the drain with a loud heave.

"Take your time it'll be-"

"Smiley no!" Chifuyu's voice rang across the flat. As well as the sound of multiple fragile items breaking.

What would soon follow in the next minute and a half were, a hard thud, harsh obscenities spewed one after another, and more things breaking only a couple doors away from where Takemichi was massaging Angry's head.

"Chifuyu, what's going on?!"

Chifuyu clattered out of the bathroom stumbling back and forth between both feet. "He punched me in the jaw." His thumb grazed over his jaw inspecting his hands for any sign of blood. "Do the twins have duct tape in here?"

Takemichi grabbed a paper towel dampening it before patting the sides of Angry's lips and the base of his chin where a small amount of his puke was currently leaking down.

"What do you need duct tape for?"

"Don't worry about that."

Chifuyu disappeared with the tape too quickly for further questions to be asked. Angry's smile was barely visible at this point the alcohol potentially flooding out of his system.

"Will you wash my hair Michi?" Angry pleaded with a tiny whimper.

"You should probably rest." Takemichi replied, he turned to fill a glass of water in the sink before handing it to Angry.

"Can I rest in the bathtub?"

"Why're you so violent when you drink?!" Chifuyu yelled

"Here just go to the couch!" Takemichi gestured, pushing a confused Angry back into the living room before bolting down the hall.

"What the- omg!"

"Get me some rope or some shit!" Chifuyu grunted, pulling both of Smiley's hands together.

Smiley laid beneath Chifuyu on his stomach duct tape wrapped around his mouth. His legs kicking around aimlessly as muffled noises slipped from his mouth. The shower curtain covered in blood and laid in a ball on the floor and the pole now bent in the bathtub. The window in the corner smashed in from the inside, pieces of glass littering the white tile.

I'm pretty sure this isn't what Mikey meant when he said take care of the Kawata twins!"

"Well he won't stop struggling! What else am I supposed to do?" Chifuyu gripped the duct tape, pulling it around Smiley's balled fists before ripping it with his teeth.

The sound of glass shattering in the living room brought Takemichi back down to reality. "Ok fine, just don't hurt him and clean his wounds!"

Takemichi rushed back into the living room tripping over his own two feet. His thoughts immediately scattering as he looked over the new situation. Angry's once full cup of water mixed with his vomit on the floor as the glass was now shattered in the growing mess.

"I want water.." Angry said, reaching out to Takemichi.

"Lay still on the couch and I'll bring you a new cup." He sighed

Takemichi dug around for a few seconds in the cupboard grabbing a new glass from the middle shelf. He hadn't noticed before but the Kawata twins had a gorgeous flat. That was slightly more wrecked right now. But it was clean and gorgeous almost to the point where it looked brand new.

He reached for the faucet, positioning it to fill the glass with hot water before turning it upside down to empty the glass. The water splashed against his disheveled black hoodie dampening it a little more than the sweat of this night already had. When he refilled the glass it was with cold water turning the sink top off and walking back over to Angry's kid like wonder stare on the edge of the couch.

"This house has big ceilings." Angry pointed, mouth agape.

"Yup, here." Takemichi transferred the water to Angry's open hands. He got down on one knee untying Angry's shoelaces, slipping his shoes off his feet before placing them next to the head of the couch.

"Wish I lived here." Angry nodded softly, kicking his socked feet as he sipped the cool water in the glass that had been placed in his hands.

"Lay back ok."

A deep "oof" caught Takemichi's attention as he looked to a staggering Chifuyu, pulling Smiley along like a police officer arresting a perp.

"Ok, from this point on I need to be paid." He grunted

"What happened to your face?" Takemichi gestured to the gushing bruise on Chifuyu's forehead. Blood beginning to leak down the sides of his face.

"What do you think happened? He fucking headbutted me." Chifuyu rubbed the blemish with one hand.

For the first time all night Smiley finally tapped out. Collapsing onto the floor in a small ball. One shoe kicked off God knows when. Hair a disorganized tumbleweed atop his head.

"What do you think Name would think of this song?" Angry bounced in his seat spilling water into his lap.

"Oh God please no more singing!" Chifuyu huffed in exasperation.

Takemichi can already see the crease of Angry's eyebrows and the quiver of his bottom lip. "What he means is we'll hear it tomorrow because you need sleep."

A folded blanket laid on the top of the couch and Takemichi reached for it. He shook it out before placing it over Angry's descending shoulders. Slowly the comfort of falling asleep began to rise on Angry's face. Eyelids heavy and face falling into warm ease.

"You promise?" He questioned as he laid his head on the arm rest.

"Yes bright and early tomorrow."

"Night." He whispered and less than a minute later he was fast asleep just like his brother.

For the next couple minutes Takemichi worked to clean the blood off Chifuyu's face, arms and a couple other places.

"Geez he did a number on you."

"On me, on the bathroom, on that mirror in the bar." Chifuyu listed off as Takemichi walked back to the living room leaving him to pat his bruise.

"But you did do a great job bandaging his hands."

"Uh huh."

Takemichi reached up to his face squeezing the bridge of his nose and the lids of his eyes. Chifuyu came up to his side as the blonde gestured to Smiley. "You're not gonna leave him like that are you?"

"You're right we should put a blanket on him." Chifuyu nodded, shaking his finger in front of Takemichi.

"I meant untie him!" Takemichi followed as Chifuyu went into the first available bedroom.

"Fine, once we get them both pills and clean up we can leave."

"Are you insane! Did you forget my bruises? If he wakes up at anytime before the sun and attacks it's your problem." Chifuyu snagged a blanket off the top of the bed slinging it over his shoulder.

"Why didn't we just put them in their beds?" Takemichi groaned

"It's too late they're already asleep just let it go." Chifuyu huffed

Takemichi followed Chifuyu back into the living room. With both hands he opened the blanket fully before letting it lay flat over Smiley's now relaxed figure.

"One you're insane if you think I'm going home. It's almost three am and watching these two for one night has given me nice horror stories to tell Mitsuya next time he talks about his sisters. Two I was dead serious about needing payment especially now if I'm gonna be spending hours cleaning."

~~~~

Morning came sooner than Takemichi would've liked. The sun blared through the window like the worst alarm. He squinted covering his eyes with one hand before shifting on the floor with the blanket he'd pulled from Souya's closet.

Before he could reexperience restful slumber a couple faint knocks had him tossing aside the blanket entirely. Yanking the door open with a low 'what' from the depths of his fatigue.

"Morning to you too." Draken's voice brought him back.

"Heyo Takemichy." Mikey grinned proudly

"How was last night?" Draken asked as Mikey entered the flat ahead of him.

Though the question really didn't need to be verbally answered as the image of Smiley laying on the ground with duct tape over his mouth and a half kicked away blanket revealing his taped up arms. The smell of puke still slightly thick in the hot apartment and the blood all over Chifuyu's jacket spoke louder than words.

Even with sleep still in the midst of Chifuyu's eyes he turned to Mikey and Draken standing behind him.

"Never a fucking gain." He pointed aimlessly, eyelids dashing over his eyes to properly bring the beauty of sight back to him.

Smiley rolled over, or half way over immediately awakening when he realized he was tied up. His head jerked towards Chifuyu with mumbled questions.

"Hold on."

"FUCK!" Smiley's grin was back full force. The edges of his eyebrows twitching, voice echoing through the flat. The unnecessary roughness at which Chifuyu had ripped away the tape showed off some prominent reddening just below his nose.

"Ah!" Angry nearly flew off the couch with the way he sat up immediately falling back into the pillow behind him. Clutching his head with both arms. "Who's being loud." He groaned

"We figured we owed you guys breakfast for taking care of the twins last night." Draken remarked amusement creeping onto his face.

"And this is way less than I was expecting. No cops or anything." Mikey nodded

"What happened to my fists!" Smiley grinned crazily

"Everyone stop talking!" Angry grit

"Take the twins out." Chifuyu said "I'm going home to sleep."

"Ditto to that." Takemichi yawned

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kiribakuficrecs · 3 years

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hello!!! im going on a very long trip at the end of april and I'm looking for some very long fics to download to keep me entertained! i dont care what they're about as long as there's no major character death or mentions of non-con. ur blog is a godsend ilysm and you do such a good job thank you so much 🙏

hi there!! i definitely have a lot of good lengthy fics i can recommend to you!

quote love unquote by newamsterdam

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

acceptance and denial by poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

cause the darks not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

the weight of your hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

so take my hand (your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps

When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage. - Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.

distance makes the heart grow fonder (false) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?! Well, turns out he never needed to.

-- “Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!” "Really closely?"

perihelion by tauontauoff

Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.

During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don't always go according to plan.

fight me by mr_todoroki

Bright red, spiky hair. Annoyingly bright smile. Clothes that radiate ‘look at me’ vibes. Neon yellow tank top with black shorts. And those were definitely crocs on his fucking feet.

Yeah, Katsuki hated this guy.

Bakugou gets a new roommate.

quietly by chezka

“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”

He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”

“And now you do?”

everyone knows that cats are independent by purplepersnickety

Eijirou enjoys his job, working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 coffee shop. His daemon Riot is always there to keep him company, and he likes meeting the early-morning patrons and giving them the best possible kick-start to their day. It's been his routine for about a year now.

Then one day, a grouchy guy with a daemon in the form of a lion walks into the shop in the dead of night, and Eijirou decides to strike up a conversation with him.

punks not dead by wrunic

“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.

“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.

“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

sent, delivered, read, loved by kiribakuhappiness

Kirishima E. [6.49pm]: ur okay for such an angry dude bakugou! :)

Bakugou K. [7.12pm]: FUCK YOU!

Kirishima E. [7.14pm]: haha! :D ttyl!

Bakugou K. [7.48pm]: FUCKING WHAT DO THOSE DUMB LETTERS MEAN???

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: I JUST LOOKED IT UP DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LATER!

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: STOP TXTING ME!!!

- OR -

Bakugou's and Kirishima's relationship develops from classmates to friends to more, as told through their text conversations.

flicker by mr_todoroki

He was starting to feel depressed. Life was so uninteresting. It was so mundane and forgettable. He had no one to hang out with besides Kota, his family didn’t even live in the city.

He grew his hair out as some sort of rebellion, some sort of stand to make his life the slightest bit more interesting. But he could already feel himself giving in to the pressure of cutting it. He needed to work to live. Without a job, he’d truly have nothing.

Kirishima never applied to UA, therefore never became a hero.

let’s get down to business by kjelfalconer

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the brightest rising stars on wall street, is in need of a new personal assistant. Again. Could Eijirou Kirishima finally be the one to last more than two months?

Katsuki's long suffering HR department sure hope so.

something about us by bigstupidjellyfish

nothing like being in highschool and having no idea how to deal with emotions

fireproof by inkbender

Four years after a classmate nobody seems to remember is kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima drags an amnesiac hobo he found washed up on the beach into his apartment, attempts to teach him how to adult (with varying degrees of success), and discovers along the way that the line between heroism and villainy is quite fine indeed. Plot-divergent after episode 45, the Forest Training Camp arc.

blood riot by magicallee (alternatively)

Kirishima from a universe with no quirks is mind-swapped with an alternate universe version of himself where there are superpowers.

And in that universe he’s a super villain.

And Bakugou is the superhero who caught Evil-Kirishima and put him in prison.

blindside by drowclericpelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

flour power by wingsonghalo

“I’m telling you now, Shitty Hair,” the blonde growled, “I am not gonna play house with you. We will cart this stupid flour around for a week like the assignment says. But some of our idiot classmates are naming the thing and setting up ‘playdates’ and dressing it and I am not doing anything that stupid. Got it?”

Kirishima and Bakugou are paired up to take care of a flour sack for a week. It would be so simple, except nothing with Bakugou is ever simple. Also Kirishima might be kinda sorta completely head over heels for him.

sunchaser by chonideno

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

i also have a tag specifically for fics that reach somewhere between 30k-70k words long if you wanted to check that out as well! i hope you enjoy the fics here and that i was able to help, ily enjoy your trip!!! :D

#kiribaku fic rec #kiribaku #answered

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angelobi-wan · 4 years

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Off To The Races (nsfw)

4.4k words

Warnings: Smut, Authority Kink, Choking, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Throat Fucking, Spit, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), etc.

The patter of your shoes hitting the floor resounds through the hallway. Your helmet cradled in your left arm, you keep your head up high with wild eyes. You hear another ‘trooper coming your way, causing you to halt your running and resume the protocol brisk walk. You nod your head towards him, waiting to hear his footsteps depart before you pick up speed again.

“General!” You call out excitedly when you see him, adorned in his black greatcoat. Finally. You’d missed him. Having to train for weeks over at the Starkiller base to acclimate yourself to fight in cold weather, you haven’t seen your not-quite boyfriend.

“Officer!” General Hux’s voice, however, does not match your excitement. As soon as his stern, authoritative voice rings through, your running immediately stops. You stand in the proper position, legs straight with your arms behind your back. He walks towards you, at a slow pace. You can hear his heavy boots as he comes. He doesn’t make a show of it as he scopes out the hallways around you.

Apparently, it’s clear because he lets a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth. A grin spreads across yours.

“Hi, General.” You whisper, happiness building inside of you. He leans in and grasps your jaw with his gloved hand before pulling you into a kiss. It leaves you breathless. “I’ve missed you,” you say softly before leaning back into him. He puts a finger to your chest to stop you. A stormtrooper walks past, altering his posture ever so slightly when he sees the man standing in front of you. To an outsider, it would appear the general was holding himself back from really laying one on you. And he was - only he wasn’t suppressing a scolding, rather than another kiss.

You listen to the soldier depart before looking back up at your superior. You can hardly contain yourself, you’re so excited. Biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at the man in a semi-exaggerated expression, he lets another smile be shown. “Your absence did not go unnoticed,” He states, before turning on his heel. Hm. Not exactly the grand romantic reunion you’d been fantasizing about during your icy training for the last month, but you can hardly say you’re surprised. “Keep up, (L/N).”

You begin to follow him, heart beating fast. Troopers pass by the two of you, paying your General his respects as they go. He sends brisk nods their way. He heads straight to his headquarters, opening his door. You walk in ahead of him, leaning down to pet Millicent when she runs over. At least someone missed you. You hear the door shut behind you and let out a surprised squeal when you're suddenly lifted from the ground, and pulled into the General's arms. You jump up, wrapping your arms around his waist, and he nearly gets knocked over. You giggle, delivering kisses to his lips, his forehead, each cheek, his nose, his jaw, and then back again to his lips. "I've missed you so much, sir. I wish I had someone to warm me up,"

He pulls his head back ever so slightly and quirks an eyebrow. "'Someone'? Just anyone?"

You let a small laugh out, and wrap your arms around him in a hug. "No, silly." You dig your face into his neck, cheeks sore from smiling so hard for so long. "Just you."

"Well, aren't I lucky?" He walks the two of you over to his couch, dumping you down. You fall out of his arms with a small oomph when your ass hits the couch. He stands in front of you - tall. He's so tall. You look up at him under your eyelashes. His hips were right in front of you. You lean in, but he stops you with a hand on your jaw. Not harshly though, not yet. He isn’t yet squeezing, just holding. He redirects your attention back up to him. "I..." he looks away. "missed you," your breath catches in your throat. He finds your eyes again.

"Sir-" He shakes his head softly, thumb finding your bottom lip. "...Armitage," You whisper. "I missed you, too." He smiles. A real, genuine smile. It makes your heart soar in your chest. You love nights like these that remind you it's all worth it. You find it easy to forget sometimes when you're alone at night, cold and missing your lover, yet not allowed to crawl into his bed. But at this moment - with his hand on your jaw, his thumb on your lips, a smile on his lips, and the stars in his eyes - you're reminded why you do this in the first place. He leans down and kisses you sweetly. So, so sweetly. And again. And again, and again, and again, until you're dizzy. You wrap your arms around his neck softly, urging him to lean down some more. You pull him down, giggling against his lips when he makes a soft noise of surprise. The two of you lay back longways on his couch, you on top of him.

You keep kissing until you fear you're gonna lose oxygen. Pulling away, you rest your head on his chest. You hear him move his hand before you feel his fingertips in your hair. Softly stroking and leaving small kisses on your forehead, you look up at him. And just stare. "What?" He looks down at you.

You smile and shake your head. "Nothing." You kiss him again. "Starkiller was freezing," You change the subject and drop your head again.

"That was the point, Officer."

"Well I didn't like it," You mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck. He lets out a small hum. You begin placing kisses on his throat.

"How was your training?"

You groan inwardly thinking back to it. "Hard. We had to stay overnight outdoors a few times," You place another few kisses down. "To prepare us in case we're ever in a situation where we had to do that," More kisses.

"I know,"

You pull back suddenly. "What?" A grin spread across his face. He’s amused. "Did you-"

"Write up the course plan? Yes."

"You bastard!" You smack his chest a few times and are going for a third, when he grabs your hand, sits up, and flips you so you’re face down in his lap. He pulls down your black bottoms and lays a spank down on your ass. You hiss inwardly. "Ouch," you mumble, letting your head drop.

"I'm a- what?" He rubs his hand over where he just hit you, fingers ghosting over your cunt. You moan, wiggling your hips for more attention. He returns to your ass, laying another hit down. You bite down on your lip, silencing your sounds of pleasure. "You're just a little girl." Another spank. You can't stop the moan that leaves your lips at his phrasing. "It's my job to prepare you and make sure you're safe!" This one resounds through the room.

You start wriggling around in his lap, wanting him to touch you. "What's wrong?" He feigns sympathy. "Got anything else to say?"

"No, General. I'm sorry, sir."

"Are you?" His fingers tease you through your underwear. A whimper leaves your mouth. You nod quickly. "I knew you’d be. You're my good little girl," He says softly, running his fingers back and forth over your cunt, over your undies. You moan at that expression being used again.

His good little girl. His good little girl. He is your General, your superior. And he takes care of you. Your general takes care of you, using his leather gloves on your sopping cunt. "I'm yours, sir."

He inhales sharply at this, moving your underwear to the side. He teases you some more. "Please. Please... General, please," You're practically dripping into his hand.

"I trust you didn't break the rule."

You bite your lip and immediately go rigid. This did not go unnoticed by your superior. "Only once, sir." He inhales sharply at this.

"Fine then." He stands up, bringing you with him in his arms. His bed is already made when you get there - of course, it is. The man places order above all. He sits you down on top of it and then goes to sit in the armchair in the corner of his bedroom. "Show me how you did it."

"But sir, I-"

"Officer." His jaw tenses.

You bite your lip, feeling nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. You clear your throat suddenly feeling very hot. "Sir, may I remove my panties?"

"What was the order, Officer? Show me how you did it."

You think back to that night. It was a week into your new routine at the Starkiller Base, and you were remembering the very gracious goodbye that your General had given you. The only thing you had on was your bra.

You sigh and begin removing your shirt. You’re nervous. It isn’t as if the General hasn’t seen you without a shirt in the past - but he’s never been so focused on your body before. Not staring at it the way he is now. You suddenly feel self-conscious and try not to breathe so much to take his gaze away from your tummy area. "Sir..." Your voice is small.

You feel small.

He stands up from his seat and shrugs out of his jacket, hanging it over the back of his armchair. "Stand up, Officer."

You shakily get up from the bed. He beckons you over with his fingers. When you're standing in front of him, he drops swiftly to his knees. He places a kiss on your inner right thigh, before sucking a mark into it and switching to the other leg. He repeats this process a few times, making you moan out at the sight of him between your legs. His ginger hair was perfectly in place, and shorter than he had it when you left. He must've gotten a haircut when you were away. He looks more handsome this way, with shorter hair, and you can't wait to run your hands through it. When his hickey trail had finally reached the apex of your thighs, you inhale sharply. He is so close to where you need him, yet so far.

He sits up, still on his knees, and places a kiss on your tummy. He starts as high as he can reach from his spot on his knees and slowly works down. "Breathe." You exhale at the realization that he spots you. He sees through you. Of course, he does. So you do. You breathe. "What was the state of you?"

"Just like this but my panties were, um, off, Sir."

He lets out a hum and bites the top of your underwear before dragging them down. You sigh at the sight. He lays a kiss on your dripping pussy and then stands. You're pushed towards the bed before he resumes his seat in his chair.

You remove your pants and undies from where they were resting around your feet before climbing as gracefully as you can on the bed. You look at your Sir briefly for a second before turning and grabbing a pillow from the head of his bed. He says nothing but quirks an eyebrow ever so slightly. You raise to your knees momentarily while you place the pillow down in between your legs. You drop some of your weight on it, letting out a sigh as you feel the pressure of it on your clit. You drag your hips along it, allowing your head to roll back at the feeling. It feels so good.

You open your eyes and look over at the General. He isn't touching himself. Aside from taking off his greatcoat, he hasn't undressed much at all. He’s still adorned a black button-down, his black trousers, and his boots. Through those trousers, though, you can see the outline of his cock. And he is hard. Very.

The contrast of him dressed in full outfit, and you being nearly entirely nude, is not lost on you. You drive your hips faster over the pillow. It's the balance of power, you gather, or rather the imbalance. Knowing that he has the power over you to get you to this state, both in dress and desire, was enough for you to choke back a moan.

"Slow down."

You whimper and obey his order after three or so more fast pumps of your hips. "Sir..."

"Did you purchase pornography while you were at Starkiller Base, Officer (L/N)?"

"No, General."

"Well," He crosses his leg over the other. "How did you find yourself in this situation, (L/N)?"

"It- I..." He stares. "I was... thinking of you, Sir."

A single smirk. "Continue."

You speed up the movement of your hips, noting that you'd slowed down greatly. "It was a week after I arrived at Starkiller, Sir. I was thinking about how much I missed you, and..." Your hips speed up again slightly rethinking of the night. "I was remembering the last night you saw me, Sir."

"I don't seem to perfectly remember," He lies. "Recall my memory, little one?"

"You..." Your eyes shut and you replay the images in your mind. The General kissing down your chest, and your stomach, down to your pussy. His red hair in between your fingers. Him ordering you to ride his face. He used his fingers and tongue and teeth until you cried from the oversensitivity. That night he pulled six orgasms from you. "You licked me, Sir."

You groan softly to yourself in frustration, realizing you won’t be able to get off like this again. Not with your General sitting so close, yet so far. You look down at your - or rather, his - pillow sadly. It smelled like him before it smelled like you. His entire bed surrounding you smells like him. It's driving you kind of crazy, being engulfed by the smell of his cologne and sweat.

You don't hear him walking towards you until you're pushed back, with your hands pinned above your head. "Here?" He licks at your lips before leaning down. "Or here?" He puts his mouth over your nipple being hardly concealed by your bra. "Maybe here..." He licks the apex of your thigh, about an inch away from your slit.

"General! Please,"

"What's wrong, (L/N)?"

"Please touch me." He runs his tongue over the marks he previously made on your thighs. "Please, please, please!"

He stands, and you deflate. "Undress me." Immediately you oblige. Your hands go to the buttons on his button-down and hastily begin to undo them. "Officer (L/N)," He grasps your jaw in his hand tightly. "You respect me, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then that respect should continue to my uniform. Understood?" You nod as best as you can with the General's hand in an iron grip on your jaw. His thumb returns to your lips and he traces them before burrowing his finger in between them. "Suck."

You do. You get his finger wet, and when he replaces his thumb with his three first fingers, you get those wet, too. You're doing a good job, imagining his poor, untouched cock in your mouth instead - Until you accidentally bite him. His jaw twitches and he goes to pull his fingers out of your mouth until he changes his mind and pushes them back in. Deep. You gag around them. When he pulls his hand away, you realize you can still taste yourself from where you were still on his glove.

His dry hand returns to your jaw. "Open." You do. He spits in your mouth. "You're a bad little girl," The hand just in your mouth goes down in between your legs and you let out a moan.

You're quite a sight to see with one of the General's hands on your jaw and the other sliding in your pussy. Your bra is sliding down your shoulder, and slightly damp with the General's spit from earlier. He was on you, and in you, and you never felt more whole in your life.

"Get back to work."

Your hands return to his jacket, and you bunch it up in your hands when he curls his fingers up towards your g-spot. "(L/N)." You let go quickly at his stern voice and go to the buttons. You finally finish unbuttoning them, and begin to pull the button-down off of him softly, when you realize-

"Sir,"

He looks up from where you're collecting on his fingers. You gesture towards his arm. He feigns a kind chuckle. "Oh, my apologies," He removes his fingers from your cunt. "Could you hold this for me?" He asks before pushing his come covered fingers into your mouth. When you don't immediately begin sucking him clean, he wipes it on your tongue and pulls his hand away. He takes his button-down off and hangs it over his greatcoat before unbuckling his belt. "Are you gonna be good for your General?"

"Yes, sir."

He walks back towards you on the bed, not saying or gesturing anything - you already know what he wants. And you're more than pleased to give it to him. You run your hand along his cock pressing against his zipper and bite your lip. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you unbutton and unzip his pants, and pull him out.

He hisses at the sensitivity to his hard cock - not having touched himself in the last hour since you started in the first place.

"Kiss." He directs. And you do - on his head. You dart your tongue out and swipe across where your lips had just touched. "C'mon little one. Be a good girl for me," He pants when you drop more kitten licks to him. You smile up at him wickedly and give him small licks up his cock. He groans, and in a snap, his belt is suddenly removed and looped around the back of your neck in am ‘U’ shape. He pushes his thumb back into your mouth, opening it. Then, you feel him pulling you towards him using his belt, onto his dick.

"That's it." He groans, watching his cock slip into your mouth, and back out. "Dear, I don't want to be rougher with you than I have to," He pulls you full force, forcing you to take all of him. You gag at the unexpected intrusion, tears coming to your eyes, as you choke around his cock. "But considering how you keep disobeying orders," He lets you go for a moment to cough and breathe. "It seems like you want to be treated like my little slut." He pulls you forward once again. "Relax."

He eases you back on him this time. "Relax, little one. Just hold me in your throat." You try to tame your breathing and gag reflex, breathing steadily in and out of your nose. He looks at you and your tear-filled eyes, down to your cock-filled mouth, and moans. You get pulled some more, accidentally swallowing around him and groaning at the intrusion. "You're making it remarkably hard for me not to just fuck your throat, princess." He tips out as he relishes in the vibrations around his cock. "My cockwarmer feels so good," You moan out at his words, feeling so degraded but so ridiculously turned on.

He pulls out, giving slack to his belt, before kissing you roughly. A gloved hand wraps around your throat, and you place your hand overtop of it. You gently remove it and then take his gloves off as neatly as possible. He watches you do this before you fold them over top and gently place them on his bedside table. You inspect his hands, looking lovingly at his fingers. "Missed these, Sir." Leading his hand back to where it belongs on your neck, you say, "I want to feel them."

"You will," He promises and flips you on your stomach. "Bring your ass here," He pulls your hips up, so your back remains arched. You close your eyes and drop your head on your arm, anticipating the stretch. What you don't expect, however, is to feel his tongue swipe from your clit up to your back. You choke out a sigh of pleasure, not expecting to feel it. You look back at him, wearing black pants with his boots still on. His cock was still out, and hard. And his head was between your legs.

"Oh, my..." You pant out as he spreads you open, licking broad stripes up and down your cunt. "General," You whine at the feeling of his hands on your ass in a bruising grip. He puts his mouth over your entrance and sucks, causing you to cry out. He loves your reactions. Stars, he had missed this. He pushes his tongue into you, fucking you with it the way he remembers you love. And he was right.

Your cries ring out through the room, begging him to make you come on his tongue. "Please, please, please..."

You're suddenly flipped over, and your clit is taken into your General's mouth. Two of his fingers glide into your, stretching you open. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan as he sucks with the perfect amount of pressure. "Fuck!" You buck your hips, causing him to force them down with his unoccupied hand, thus trapping you under his administrations. He keeps his suction on your clit and begins jack hammering his fingers, curling them up into your G-spot.

The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. You cry out loudly, at the euphoria you're in. You can feel it building, and building, and building... you feel tears well up in your eyes when you feel his teeth slightly nick your clit. It feels so fucking good. You want to cum so bad, and you're so damn close when-

"Daddy!"

Oh.

And it all stops.

"What?" He looks up at you from in between your legs, and if you weren't so horrified, you would be horribly turned on. His ginger hair is a mess upon his head, his lips and fingers are gleaming, with his cock is still heavy and hanging from his unzipped pants.

You shake your head and close your eyes. "Nothing. Nothing- please just... Kiss me? Please? Gene-"

"(Y/N)."

You look down at him and feel your cheeks burning red. "Just fuck me." You whisper, feeling terribly embarrassed. You looked back down at his dick that hasn't flagged in the slightest. You feel his hand wrap around your throat yet again and feel him pull you down so your hips are hanging off the side of the bed. He shoves his pants down his ass, lifts yours, and then pushes in.

Much to your dismay - just the head.

"You look up at me with these bright, bright eyes." He says, looking down at you. "As if I carry the secrets to unlocking the universe," He slides you down his cock one inch, and you bite your lip. "And I never quite understood why..." Another inch. "But I'm beginning to understand a little more about you."

His grip on your throat tighten. He begins to slide the rest of his cock inside of you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling of being so full. "You look, in me, for guidance..." He thrusts harshly against you. "For support," He keeps pumping his hips, slowly picking up speed. "For directions," He squeezes around your throat once more and you let out a pressed moan.

You can feel him beginning to lift you, one hand under your ass, and the other around your throat. He pushes your body against the wall, filling you up again. "You're looking for your daddy." He drops you up and down on his cock, not once stopping the jackrabbit of his hips. He chokes you - really tight this time - his face two inches from yours. "You want me to be your daddy, baby?"

You let out choked moans, clenching around his cock. "Oh," He groans out. "You like that?" He thrusts up into you so fast and hard that you feel the wall is going to break. Or worse - your back. "Open your mouth," You do. "Suck." You allow his finger to be pushed into between your lips, tasting yourself yet again. "Look at you. My good little girl, following more orders for her daddy. Isn't that right, baby?" He pulls his fingers out, and returns them to your clit, still bouncing you up and down on his cock.

Your throat is enclosed in his fist yet again. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," You whimper out.

A smack is delivered to your face, and you gasp out a moan. He pulls out and lets you crumble to the floor before he leans down and picks your legs up again. He wraps them around his hips. "Yes, what?"

"D-..." He pushes back into you, gripping your hair in his fist tightly, and pulling your head back. You whine out at the pleasurable pain.

"Insubordinates get punished. Don't make me smack you again, because I will." He grabs your face in his hand. "What do you fucking call me?" He gives a particularly rough batch of thrusts, using your throat to pull you down to meet his cock.

"Daddy! Oh, stars, daddy! Please, let me come, please!"

"You want to come on daddy, baby? On your General?" He begins circling your clit and you clench around him. It feels so fucking good. "Come on then, little one. Come for me," Tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

He grabs your hip in one hand and keeps his other on your neck, using you as leverage to thrust powerfully. "Be quiet, baby! You're screaming so loud," He slides his hand from your throat to your mouth, cutting off your cries of pleasure. "Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good." He drops his head, speeding his heavy thrusts up, pushing you to cum around him. Your muffled screams only increase your pleasure and the tears of euphoria began flooding down. Seeing your state underneath him, and feeling your cunt tight against his dick sends him into his climax. He bites down on your neck as he cums inside of you, letting out growls and groans as he does. You moan weakly at the feeling of him decorating your insides.

He pulls out after a few thrusts and lays down beside you, catching his breath. The two of you lay there, each of you with one piece of clothing on each.

"I missed you."

He looks over at you and smiles.

"I missed you too, princess."

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reading-hub · 5 years

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Bakugou/shy reader - Studying

Contains: smut, bl*w jobs, face f*cking

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A study partner? Aizawa explained to them that last week's test was bombed significantly by almost a large portion of the class. Now guilt silence consumed class 1-A. [f/n] was nervous-no she was panicking! She wondered if she failed with the rest as well... Her worries were getting the best of her as they pilled on. Would she have to get one? If so, would she have to pick her own partner? And if not, she just hopes she's not paired up with Bakugou. It's not that she hated him. She's just never had the chance to have a full-on conversation with the explosion boy. The only closest thing she ever had a conversation was him walking past her in the hallway. Not to mention her huge crush on him----WHAT?! who said that!

As for Bakugou take on this AND the smartest guy the class, he was pissed that he had to face the consequences along with everyone else, it wasn't his fault that so many people failed this ONE test. Not that it mattered. Aizawa furthered explained that it didn't matter if you were proficient in last week's test. They would be assigned partners as well. It would only be fair if everyone is assigned one, proficient or not. Ok, now Bakugous' blood was definitely at boiling point.

Aizawa paired these study partners carefully. He didn't want anyone to get distracted by a friend they would know too well-so no Kirishima. Nor could it be anyone that they would despise too much into not studying with at all-stupid Deku...

[F/n] was relieved, but she was still worried about whom she assigned to. As for Bakugou, he just wanted a partner that won't irritate him...

Skip to Saturday, and here you were standing in front of Bakugou's dorm room. You couldn't believe it! You secretly thought that this was all turning into a dream of yours. It was all falling too well into place...

Before you could knock, the door opened immediately, making you stand frozen and eyes wide like a deer in front of headlights. Bakugou stood there, sweatpants and a black tank top that was showing all of his jacked arms that he worked hard to become a hero.

The sight was too much to handle! You could faint right now!

"Hey, idiot." You blinked in response, bringing you back to reality. "Let's just get this study over with so I can do something worth my time." He left the door open for you to come in. You fumbled as you walked in, closing the door behind you, not wanting to make him anymore annoyed than he already was.

You turned around to see Bakugou sitting on the floor, his textbook and needed materials on the floor with him, you plopped yourself on the floor to join him after. You took this time to look around his dorm room. Which was surprisingly clean and organized. Was it always like this or did he tidy up knowing you were coming over?

An hour passed, this alone time together has made you fallen more in love with Bakugou than ever before. Something about him was to be admired for, in your eyes at least. It was possible you loved him simply because he was everything you weren't.

The things he did during the last two years of him at UA was a lifetime achievement for you. You never one to get out of your comfort zone so easily, the thought of you ever hurting someone on any level of emotional or physical would haunt you till your death, and when comparing quirks: he's got it all in the bag.

Not to mention how built he was...oh no. Your dirty mind was getting the better of you now.

"Hey, I'm done with my side of the study." He spoke. And that voice of his too! How rough and dominant it sounded to you. The things he'd demand from you during a passionate night, and you happily oblige him with no question after. The thought made you bite your lip in excitement...

You notice you were taking a while to answer back. "U-uh yeah, so am I..." Ugh, he probably thinks your stupid for answering him like that.

Little did you know, as you were distracted from your thoughts, you didn't see that Bakugou was eyeing you up and down, heck, he's been eyeing you the whole study session! Damn him for being too smart to study at all!

"How come you're so nervous all the damn time?" He bluntly said to you. You looked up at him, shocked. "I, uh..." Was he asking about you? Well, better not keep him waiting.

"It's just how I am." You said clear. "B-besides, not everybody can say that their study partner is Katsuki Bakugou." You looked down in embarrassment. All Bakugou could at that moment was smirk ever so deviously. An idea popped in his head at that moment, an idea that he sure as hell knew that you wouldn't mind making happen for him.

He just needed to egg you on a little further.

Without noticing, Bakugou moved inches closer to where you were sitting. "So you think I'll become a hero?" He asked, a little too sinister. You looked at him with wide eyes, you were too innocent for your own good. "Of course, Bakugou, I think you would be a great hero." You exclaimed.

He had you right where he wanted you. "Anything more than that?"

"Wha-what do you mean..?" Confused, just what exactly was he asking from you? "Ever saw me more than just a hero," He continued "perhaps maybe, the thought of me had your all panties soaked." How did he..?

Before you could fully understand, you felt a hand caress your own. It felt like your hand was getting a deep tissue massage, and Bakugou was providing it. Did he--?

"I've seen the way you avoided me." His tone was deep but it wasn't anger, maybe lust. "I thought it was because you were another extra who was weak-willed,"

"But then I notice how you easily it was to make your cheeks turn red, especially around me." You just didn't want this to end, it was plucked straight out of a fairy tale in your eyes. "So it wasn't out of fear, huh?" You shook your head. "It was something else?" He asked after that. You nodded vigorously.

You then felt something wet and warm around your neck. You gasped in shocked, only to realize you were too deep in Bakugou's words, that he's been getting closer and closer to you, to the point where he's licking and sucking your neck as we speak.

Meanwhile, you couldn't believe this was happening! It had to be a dream? Right??

His mouth hovered over your neck, leaving behind a little hickey he planted on you. "You want this, don't you?" He prodded. "Y-yes! Yes, I do, Bakugou!" You said, already in need of him.

He kissed you, roughly. His hands gripping the back of your hair from all the intensity that's happening right now in this room! Your hands also wandering around his shoulders and finally his chest. Lips still colliding with one another, Bakugou must have known you weren't exactly the most experienced, so tongue was out of the question, for now.

You both stopped, trying to breathe in any oxygen that escaped from both of you during that kiss. His body was on top of you, you underneath him like prey, and he was ready to eat you up...

Without any reaction, your body suddenly decided to do all the talking right now. Next thing you know, you're lifting your hips up and down, grinding on him. You both looked down, noticing that his sweatpants were giving him away, at how he was feeling you grind him like that. The sweatpants outlined what was down there, and your imagination did the rest...

Bakugou was heavily breathing from all this and had another idea.

"On your knees." He demanded. You being the submissive minx deep down, you happily nodded and did exactly just that.

Now here you were. On your knees, Bakugou sitting on his bedside, trying to rub himself out right in front of you. To have a front seat to all of this, suddenly have a pool of your own fluids below your waist.

Without warning, his dick was touching your lips, and you were smiling in lust. "Your quite dirty arent you, little slut." His devilish smirk came back again. His tone desperate and in want. You hummed in delight as you kitty licked the head of his cock.

"Heh, then why don't you put your whole mouth into it, huh?" He held both his hands on each side of your head for support, slowly pushing in your mouth to meet his whole base for one second, only for him to quickly pull your head back so you wouldn't choke on it.

You gasped once more, licking your lips in response to taste the precum still on your lips. Bakugou watched you in desire, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"I'm gonna mess you up, so bad, you'll never want anyone else's dick but mine, got it?" You nodded once more, he pushed your head back down. You were all about his needs right now, to hear his groans of pleasure, knowing that your the one making him do that.

He was cursing up a storm as your head bobbed up and down, showing no sign of stopping, every ounce of warmth and wetness in your mouth was getting every spot on his cock to be jolted with pleasure. His hand never leaving your head, gripping it once a while to show you whose cock you're sucking on.

Those tiny jolts of pleasure that you were giving were now rapidly increasing every second. He was so close to cumming. You noticed as well, as he was gripping on you tighter and tighter, bruising your shoulder in the process, you saw the pornos.

It was either the guy quickly lifted the girl's head off his cock to cum on her face or maybe Bakugou was gonna leave you still in your mouth, and cum inside your mouth.

Without warning, both his hands held your face close, making sure you didn't move. You then felt some sticky fluid run through inside your throat, you were getting nervous again as more and more kept coming through, you weren't sure if you were gonna drink all up.

You breathed through your nose in the hopes of helping, it did, sort of. However, before you thought it was done, some still landed on your cheek. Bakugou helped out by cleaning off the evidence with his thumb, putting said thumb in your mouth to have you lick it off, which you oblige.

He then hoisted you up from the floor and had you lay on his bed. Before you could protest, he stopped you by cupping your clothed pussy, which was dripping wet at this point. You felt your cheeks getting hot, Bakugou saw this, "You're still embarrassed after what just happened?" He smirked.

He lifted your skirt, fingering you through your panties. You had a feeling he wasn't done with you yet...

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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years

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Ma adopts the classic pose of a Lady by gathering her hands together, for that speaks of breeding. Look at Renaissance portraiture and you'll find many a predecessor doing alike.

When at ease, Pa puts his hands behind him, as they teach a gentleman to behave. Prince Philip also follows the rule in part thanks to the hard discipline of a naval career.

On Ma her waist is a deeper red, as that's the shadow cast by her...blessings.

In a similar fashion, the ideal build of a man is a flat stomach and broad chest, and Pa's pecs extend so much the rest of him is thrown into darkness.

I told yer it was gym in the dungeon!

Let me make a comparison with Sinnoh's version of this scene.

Original picture:

You're too far away. I can't see properly.

Instead of staring out of the French window, maybe more concern ought to paid to the demonic apparitions in the background.

What's this, a party for the Beings Between Dimensions?

I kept thinking the second one is Angela Lansbury, busy blending in to solve another society murder.

This explains why James is confined to the immediate outside: well within observing distance but not too close, in case one of the guests consumes his soul.

How bloody evil is Sinnoh Ma there?

Look at her nasty face: she's like a furious mint imperial.

Her head is imploding under its own gravitational pull.

Even Sinnoh Pa's trousers are an affront to me. Gone is the proud protuberance and in comes a material arrangement implying he's trying not to soil himself whilst also hiding the truth, both in stance and spillage, hence turning his back to the crowd.

Worry not, Sinnoh Pa, you're wearing those special pads aren't you? Very absorbant.

I know the berks who wrote Sinnoh held Team Rocket in contempt but does that extend to their relatives too? Is there any reason why Sinnoh Ma and Sinnoh Pa have suffered the Palsied Touch Of Death wiping 'em down with its slimy appendage?

Perhaps it befell the pair on this very evening, so the boy was locked out for his own good.

Too late, his head's already had the sniff of it, that's why he resembles a midget version of his older self.

As I've commented previously, every single scene of The Treasure Is All Mine! featuring James's parents was lifted straight from Holy Matrimony! because the 'artists' are too busy picking their own arses to come up with anything new.

Why not? The plot's a copy, so might as well do the same with the animation. Flaunt those recycling credentials!

Some are exactly the same pose, albeit in poorer quality, but many are reversed, as if that disguises it, and when a picture is flipped, it seems twisted and misaligned, as shown above.

Yet even that wasn't enough, as their rendering of it is even worse, and given a scowling expression.

What are they trying to say? You think a wizened old dog like that could ever entice Pa's lust?

As if! Sinnoh Ma is blatantly older than him! Why would he put up with that?

He's rich! He can pull underwear models!

Sinnoh Pa would, because he's desperate. Appearances don't matter so much when you're in dire need of a bed bath.

I tremble with the fear that one day the writers might recall Ma and Pa's existence, and reintroduce 'em, as going by this progression the third showing will be even more shrivelled:

Next thing you know we'll be dealing with Link's nan from The Wind Waker!

What is this thing in anime when anyone over forty suddenly resembles a friendly walnut?

What colour is Sinnoh Ma's hair meant to be there? Mauve?

Mauve?!

Since when was she bloody mauve?

Her actual shade somewhat depends on where you get the image.

Google:

Serebii:

Both of these match the old cassette copy I cherish.

What's up with yer screen shots, Serebii? Did you take 'em through one of those blurring toilet windows?

Pokémon T.V. Crapp:

I can't trust it. Each update produces a slightly different version of the same scene. I don't know whether I'm coming or going.

What is it, claret? Maroon? Aubergine?

Hey, T.A.P. isn't on intimate terms with exact hues and all their airy-fairy appellations. In my day reciting the contents of a rainbow was impressive. Doing it in order ranked one as a genius.

It certainly isn't mauve. Apparently Sinnoh Ma wasn't withered enough, and required something to really wash out her complexion, implying greyness but not quite.

I'll tell you of what this reminds me:

Hey Arnold!

If I remember it correctly (and that's not guaranteed) there was an episode featuring a go-kart race, though I don't believe they really exist, as I've never seen such a spectacle.

Sid (the one with a penis for a nose and a nose for a penis) called his The Dark Avenger, whereas Eugene (the grinning one with ginger frizz) had The Mauve Storm.

After a mishap they were obliged to share an makeshift vehicle, but rather than combining names to form The Dark Storm, Knobnose got well annoyed as Pubehead insisted on christening it The Mauve Avenger.

You could call Sinnoh Ma that.

Well there's some bloody mauve avenging taking place tonight, though I don't deserve this insult.

Fun fact: mauve is entirely synthetic, invented by accident during the Industrial Revolution.

Well there you are then.

God is so opposed to the concept of Sinnoh Ma's barnet He refused to even make it possible, because God hates mauve, refusing to allow it in nature. 'Twas forged from the diabolical furnaces within those Dark Satanic Mills instead, emphasis on the Satanic.

But I thought you liked purple and all it's many varieties.

Quiet you. It's the principle.

Where was I?

The reason why Sinnoh Ma has the fan surgically grafted to her person is it makes an easy flat surface to draw, rather than having to bother with her beads, brooch and folded neckline.

Her bony exterior evokes female slebs who foolishly imagine being as thin as possible adds youth, when in fact it's deeply ageing.

As for Pa, none of his colours have been followed, and that waistcoat on Sinnoh Pa has a most angry cut.

His general dodderiness gives the impression his pockets are peppered with furry Werther's Originals, as pensioners love sucking a Werther. Everyone knows that.

But they break yer teeth!

S'okay. Sinnoh Pa has none.

Now what about the physiques?

Notice on Pa little red is visible, with his blazer hanging straight down for meeting no impediment, even drawing inwards at the end of chest.

You can see a lot more red on Sinnoh Pa, and the blazer has to part the further down it goes to accommodate the belly. The shadow is absent because this area exceeds the top.

They've warped Pa from being a fella who cared about his body enough to keep it trim, to one who let himself go.

How people deal with weight tells you about their personality. He can't be busy sweating it off and also not give a toss!

What, is Ma gonna tolerate the possibility of a conjugal crushing as it rolls over?

No way, she's got standards!

Why would she touch that when there's plenty of sexy beasts ready to snap 'er up?

Sinnoh Ma would. She needs a big container to store her favourite tipple of blood.

Bear in mind that Pa is the character when James is grown up, and Sinnoh Pa a recollection from childhood, meaning the old, fat, grey, decrepit vision is the younger incarnation. Make sense to me.

Sinnoh Pa ate all the pies, man!

#team rocket #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #kanto #sinnoh #holy matrimony!#the treasure is all mine!#hey arnold!#sid #eugene

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argylemikewheeler · 5 years

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In the same world as the angst prompts about Mike and El finding out about Will's feelings I'm not sure if in this scenario you imagined Mike returning Will's feelings or not but if so. Prompt Idea: Mike realizing he might have feelings for Will

|| parts one, two, three || full on ao3

Mike and Will had reached an understanding after their initial conversation; Will was gay and Mike wasn’t. Will had the ability to love Mike, but Mike just didn’t have the feelings to love Will back. Or at least. That was the plan. That was how Mike had laid it out for himself. How he had lied it all out for himself.

It was accidental, really. Mike never intended for it to go this far. It was just a flutter. A moment of doubt, not in his friendship for Will, but doubt where his own boundaries were. It was after El and his relationship mutually dissolved after their freshman summer of high school. It wasn’t malicious, just two friends reestablishing how they love each other– as just that. In the following months, Mike felt a new sort of loneliness. It wasn’t just an emptiness to his own company, but a sort of ringing in his own thoughts. He could look at all the girls in high school and know how to talk to them and how to flirt with them, but it all felt like an act. Like he was standing in front of a mirror, showing the world what he thought it wanted to see.

He thought then that it was just an awkwardness that came from dating the first girl he met at 13. Mike was sure that he would outgrow it. But the bubbling frustration and crying seemed to age surprisingly well with him. There wouldn’t be an afternoon of stupid girl talk or romance movie reruns that wouldn’t send Mike to his room churning with the argument of yes, but what else. He felt a resistance to his agreement of liking girls, but he wasn’t sure where it came from. He was doing what was asked of him. Everyone was happy.

The frustration was also joined with unreasonably connected thoughts of Will. He’d sit, crying and confused on his bedroom floor and think of his friend. He’d know what to say, Mike would think. Will suddenly became the most comforting thought, and Mike couldn’t recall when it happened. But he could recall when it hit him:

He and Will were sitting in the hallway, waiting for a classroom to open for their high school AV club to meet. Will was picking at the corner of one of his books– he’d been quiet more in the past few weeks. Mike couldn’t place it but it felt familiar, like he wanted to sink into the same silence too. But he resisted, if only to not grab more attention by his parents.

“Hey, is everything okay?” But Mike wasn’t going to let his friend suffer in the darkness alone. “I think we’ve got time before everyone shows up.”

“I’m fine.” Will said, shrugging. He didn’t seem to be lying, but rather at peace with his new silence. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Mike wasn’t so confident he wasn’t lying. “I mean, I’m going to be.”

“Breakup still weird?”

“No. Never was.”

“That’s good.” Will said. Mike didn’t remember when he had become a man of so few words. It was selfish, but where could Mike turn if Will’s comforting and prolific messages became quiet glances?

Wait. A glance wasn’t half bad either. In the short moment Will met his eyes, blinking slowly before turning back to his book, it granted Mike the clarity of a strange, delicate intimacy he’d forgotten. It wasn’t just about seeing another person, seeing someone he cared about, but being seen. Will’s short glance wasn’t cut off my discomfort but an overwhelming sense of seeing too much. Mike must’ve had every pulsing beat of his heart dripping down his sleeve.

“Will?”

“Yeah, Mike?”

“Can I ask you something?” Mike swallowed hard, not sure where any of this was even coming from. Will nodded. “Well, it’s not really a question I guess.”

“You can still say it.”

“Do you ever just feel… frustrated? Like, if someone talks to you for one second too long, you’re going to burst? Or if someone…” He blinked. “Looks at you, you think your entire world is ending? But… maybe in the best way?”

“Yeah. I do.” Will nodded. He flattened his palm against his book and breathed deeply. “That’s… something I’m familiar with.”

“What is that?”

“That’s not for here, Mike.” Will hushed, getting to his feet quickly. “Maybe later.”

It was the hurried panic that met Mike’s eyes the second time that struck something deep inside Mike. It wasn’t just that Mike wanted the comfort of Will, as sudden as it was, it was that the comfort was coming from Will understanding exactly what Mike was talking about. He had fear in his eyes like he too had been locking himself in his room and pulling at the hair by his temples.

Will was Mike’s best friend and apparently the only one he could trust.

AV Club passed by in a fog. Mike spoke, he was sure, but he couldn’t recall any of it. Will kept looking at him, like their conversation was a second away from splitting his tight frown and spilling onto the table. His eyes seemed to ask for clarification: frustrated? Are you sure? Mike, please. Please.

Mike didn’t acknowledge the plea, just like he wasn’t acknowledging the shifting ache inside of him every time he forced himself to look away from Will. His composure was wavering but he kept a smile for the rest of the Party. He wouldn’t be caught upset again. His father had already scolded him so loudly his ears were still ringing.

After the meeting, as Mike was unlocking his bike, Will stepped up beside him, clutching his books to his chest. His mom was still picking him up from school. He’d been having a hard time getting home, but something told Mike it wasn’t anything other worldly. It must’ve been the same ache that drove Mike’s bike to the edge of the quarry last Friday afternoon. The same that told him it wasn’t that high of a jump. Again.

“Mike… I’m just gonna ask again… Is everything okay with you and El?”

“Yeah, I told you we’re fine.” Mike said, yanking on his bike lock. “It’s not that. Why does everyone think that!”

“I’m not asking because I think you’re wrong.” Will said, resting his books on the top of the rack. “I’m asking because I’m gay.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?” Mike snapped, the word burning him suddenly. He didn’t like it when it was spat around his home, hearing it said with genuine kindness still got Mike’s knee jerk reaction.

“Frustration, you said, right?” Will didn’t even flinch. Mike hated to become one of the people that Will had to just roll off his back.

“Yeah… But, fuck, just forget I said anything about that. Mom says I just have anger problems.” And maybe she was right.

“Mike, I feel that all the time.” Will said plainly, kicking his one foot out. A stone tapped over the sidewalk to Mike. “Like, you want to scream, but you’re also not sure you’ll even make a sound. And definitely sure no one’s going to look up.”

Despite being unsure, apparently he had made a sound during AV Club. He’d screamed after all. Will was watching the terror pass his face the entire time.

“I felt it the most the summer before high school.” Will continued. “When I was… Still in the closet.”

Oh. Oh wait. Oh fuck, wait. Oh no no no.

“What are you telling me.” Mike said sharply. Fear struck his feet to the floor. “Will?”

“I’m just asking… Is there something you’re not… something you’re not thinking about.” Will muttered, itching the back of his neck. “I mean, maybe there’s a person or something that you’ve been… stuck on? I know I felt that when I–” Will froze and bit his lip.

“When you thought of me.” Mike muttered. Was that all it was? Just thinking of someone? Fuck, no, that wasn’t it. That was stupid. Mike thought of a lot of people, all the time. He was constantly thinking about everyone in school and his parents and his sisters and his friends and–

And Will. Mostly Will.

He thought about the happiness of his family and his friends and his schoolmates. But he only thought, in their entirety, about Will.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But, that’s not the point.” Will said quickly. “I’m not trying to bring it up again. I know you aren’t into me– but I’m saying that if you’re still upset about El or maybe… someone else, I want you to know that I know what that feels like from… liking you.”

“Okay.” Mike rolled his bike back into the rack. Everything was still, but he didn’t feel empty anymore. “Me too.”

“You too… what.” Will furrowed his eyebrows.

“I think you’re right.” Mike could feel Will’s eyes on him and it was far more terrifying than before, but only because he was dying to meet them too. “It’s from… liking you.”

“Who?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Will! God, don’t make me say again!” Mike cried, laughing. It was the only thing that moved tears in a painless way. Laughter seemed to jostle the loose rattling in his lungs and get him to weep without sobbing. Tears spilled down his cheeks without any need to apologize. He was happy. Finally, he was.

“So, all that frustration…”

“Because 1986 sucks.” Mike said with a new ache in his chest. He’d have to listen to his father and know he was now talking about him.

“Yeah… But, you’re not alone now.” Will said softly. “I’m here, still.”

“I didn’t know liking someone could sneak up on you.” Mike confessed. “I thought I was just reverting back to being a kid… Needing my best friend.”

“I felt the same way.” Will chuckled, picking his books back up. “Until I realized my best friend was my best friend for a reason… Then I felt… well, stupidly ashamed.”

“I’m so sorry for how I acted.”

“You hadn’t caught up with yourself, Mike. I’m not mad at you.” Will reached forward to assure Mike. He grabbed his hand and they both stilled. “I’d never blame you for that. Best friends, right?”

“Well, I opened my eyes now.” Mike turned his hand over and grabbed Will’s slowly. Their hands had never been pressed together so tightly before, never having to slot together in their fifteen years on Earth. Their hands were feeling something completely new, but it felt so natural. So expected. “And I’ve been searching for you this whole time.”

#byeler #Byler #will byers x mike wheeler #stranger things writing #prompts #will is gay #Mike is not straight

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xsilver-wings · 5 years

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goodbye, push, or gone, for xia from alexandros! man i'm really tooting the angsty train aren't i whoops

One Word Prompts — accepting

alskdjalksdjalshd oh my goood. this is. perfection. i love me some angst! so, here’s all the angst! also inserting a read more because like i wrote a lot hahahaha

Goodbye

my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

✦ Aloisa hadn’t wanted the visit to end, but as her mother always said, all good things must. That hadn’t stopped her from pouting the entire morning, however. Even through breakfast, which she could barely even eat. Mostly, she had just pushed her food around. Alexandros hadn’t been much different.

Part of Lex had wanted to complain about the abrupt end. They had been meant to stay for another week! But the look he saw in his mother’s eyes made him keep his mouth shut. Some things, it would seem, were unavoidable.

As the royals from both reigns exchanged their pleasantries and goodbyes, Alexandros and Aloisa were left facing one another. Isa’s lower lip was still jutted out — small, pink, and plump. Her mother had gently told her after breakfast that she needed to not pout, but she couldn’t help it. One of her best friends was leaving and she wasn’t sure when they’d see each other again. She was sad.

“Maybe next time, you’ll come and visit me?” Lex said, his inflection rising at the end of the sentence to pose as a hopeful question. Aloisa’s big green eyes looked up at him. Her pout receded only to reveal a small, somewhat sad smile. She nodded at him.

“I would like that very much. I hope it happens,” she told him. She wasn’t sure when that could possibly happen, but she would probably pester her parents until it happened.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her mother taking Olympias’ hands into her own. The formalities dropped only slightly as the two exchanged a more personal goodbye. Watching it only made it feel more real that they were leaving.

Before she could turn back to Lex, Aloisa found herself being engulfed in a tight hug. Lex’s arms were skinny — something she had teased him about along with his height — but he was strong. For a moment, Isa wrapped her arms back around him. She bit back any tears that threatened to fall.

When Lex let go, Isa found herself feeling cold. She already missed him. “I guess this is goodbye,” he said to her. Finding courage she hadn’t realized had been hidden deep inside of her, Isa rushed forward to give Alexandros a peck on the cheek.

“No,” she said to him, her small smile returning as she shook her head. “Let’s not say goodbye. Instead, until next time.” Neither child realized that until next time wouldn’t be for many, many years. Not until they would have faced the many hardships that life had to throw at them. Even then, they wouldn’t say goodbye. Instead: Until Next Time.

Push

my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

✦ Traveling the roads of Skyrim often had their dangers but for Alexandros and Xia most of those dangers were mundane. They could handle nearly everything. Together, they were almost unstoppable.

Alexandros hummed lightly as the two walked down the road. They were camped about half a mile back and were doing some scouting. With the sun setting, it was important to do this now so as not to be taken by surprise if there were any other campers — namely bandits — around.

“What are you humming?” Xia questioned, eyes narrowing as she looked at her companion. He turned to her, the biggest grin he could possibly have on his face.

“Our hero, our hero claims a warrior’s heart!”

“No, stop that!” Xia exclaimed, gently pushing him away from her. That didn’t stop him, however, as he continued.

“I tell you, I tell you the Dragonborn comes!” He knew she hated those songs, which amused him. He only ever sang them to get a reaction out of her, which she so gladly provided. And yet, as annoyed as she was, she was laughing.

“You are so annoying, you know that right?” Xia questioned him, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she did so. Lex just continued to grin.

“That’s why you love me so much,” he told her with a laugh.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Xia muttered, smiling.

The cool night air was settling in now, but both were adequately dressed that they could really only feel it on their faces. Xia found it refreshing. She found herself looking up towards the sky, watching as the stars became visible. She loved this time of day.

“Watch out!” Xia was taken by surprise as she was suddenly pushed away. She stumbled, losing her footing, and fell to the ground. She wasted no time in turning around to see Lex with his sword against a bandit’s. What was more distressing, however, was the arrow sticking out of his right shoulder.

Xia was on her feet in seconds. She scanned the area for the source of the arrow. Not too far down the road was another bandit, bow in hand. They were already notching another arrow, aiming now towards Lex. She wasn’t about to let that happen again.

“Yol Toor Shul,” she shouted. Flames billowed from her mouth towards the bandit. He screamed as he was engulfed in the flames. She paid him no more mind before turning back to Lex and the bandit he was fighting.

Alexandros was a skilled warrior, there was no doubt about it, but he was currently injured. She could see his face wince every time that his blade collided with the bandit’s blade. She knew he could handle his own, even injured, but she wasn’t going to wait around and do nothing.

Xia quickly pulled out her blades and lunged towards the bandit. He stood absolutely no chance fighting off two skilled warriors. In a matter of seconds, the man was on the ground, dead.

“You idiot!” Xia exclaimed, “What were you thinking?” She turned to face Lex, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his left hand grasped around the arrow. He looked up at her, an infuriating smile on his face.

“You weren’t paying attention,” he teased her and then shrugged with his good shoulder. Xia was kneeling down next to him, examining the arrow in his shoulder. She frowned at his response. He was teasing her, but she still knew it was true. She hadn’t been paying attention. And Lex got shot because of it. That arrow had been meant for her.

“This is going to hurt,” she told him as she grabbed the arrow.

“It already hurts,” Lex laughed. She glared at him. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t make her feel any better.

“On the count of three,” she told him. She started counting, but when she got to two, she pulled it out. It hadn’t been in deep enough and pulling it out in one fell swoop was the best way to go about it. Lex let out a small yelp, but Xia remained focused on examining the injury. She didn’t have any healing abilities magic wise, but she always had some potions on her just in case.

Grabbing a bottle out of her satchel, she uncorked it and forced it into Lex’s hand. “Drink,” she ordered him. He did so, his face screwing up at the taste of it. While he did that, she wrapped his shoulder with a piece of cotton that she had torn off from her undershirt. Once everything was calmed and settled, the two sat there on the road, just catching their breath.

“You should have just let me get shot,” Xia told him.

“And what kind of friend would I be if I did that?”

“The kind that teaches their friends a lesson in paying attention?” Xia questioned, one of her eyebrows raised. Lex let out a bark of laughter.

“I think you’re learning that lesson just fine right now,” he told her then with a sincere smile. He then looked further down the road to the smoldering corpse. “Hmn. Would you look at that? With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.”

“By the Eight!” Xia cried out, falling backward to lay in the road. She covered her face with her hands, trying to tune her best friend out.

“Believe, believe the Dragonborn comes!” He sang even louder.

Gone

my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

✦ The desert was hot during the day, but freezing at night. Xia was having a hard time adjusting to the changes, but she sucked it up and dealt with it because of the letter she had received. Alexandros had been on his own and people were worried about him.

By the time that Xia managed to find him, he had already started to have his fever. He was delirious when she arrived, not even being able to recognize her when he saw her. She tried to treat him as best she could with what she had, but nothing seemed to work. She was getting more and more frustrating. She had tried to leave to get more ingredients, but she had feared leaving him alone.

Days had gone by and Xia was dabbing at his forehead with a damp cloth. He was sweating profusely, his body trying to fight off whatever infection that he had. Despite the sweating, he shivered. Xia pulled another blanket on top of him, trying to keep him comfortable. She tried to give him some water to drink, but he refused. His breathing was shallow and Xia was beginning to worry more than she had been before.

“Isa,” his voice was hoarse when he spoke. She looked at him, his different colored eyes open and glossy, but staring back at her. She gave him a small smile.

“Hey there, Lex,” she replied softly. It was the first time he had recognized her since she had come. And yes, he may have been using her old nickname, but it was the one he had always used for her. It was the one he knew so well.

“I missed you,” he told her. She let out a soft laugh and nodded.

“I missed you too. You’re out here being all crazy and mystic and haven’t bothered to write to me. You’re gonna have to make that up to me, you know,” Xia told him with a smile still on her face. He smiled as she brushed some of his blonde hair out of his face, it had stuck to his wet forehead.

“I’ll buy you a new horse,” he told her, “a silver one to match your hair.” He reached up slowly to brush at her hair in return.

“A new horse? I don’t think Shadowmere would like that very much,” Xia told him, laughing once more.

“Shadowmere? That demon still alive?” He laughed in return, but it soon turned into a cough. Xia once more brought water to his lips and this time he allowed himself to drink it. When he saw the crease between her eyebrows, furrowed and worried, he mentioned it. “You’re worried.”

“You’ve been sick for days, Lex. Nothing I’ve done is helping. I am very worried.” Xia sighed, placing the water down beside his bedroll. Lex nodded, closing his eyes once more. The longer he kept quiet and kept his eyes closed, the more Xia worried. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, studying his face. After about fifteen minutes, she tried to get his attention.

“Lex?” His mouth moved when she said his name. It took him a minute, but his eyes opened.

“Isa? I’ve missed you.” At his response, Xia couldn’t help but feel tears well up in her eyes. Still, she smiled in return.

“I’ve missed you too, dummy,” she told him. He smiled and nodded.

“Hey, Isa?” He questioned, reaching out to grab her hand.

“Yes, Lex?” She gave his hand a little squeeze. It felt so weak in her hands.

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“W-what do you mean?” She questioned him. It was such a strange thing to say, going on par with his mystic routine, but it worried her.

“This isn’t goodbye,” he reiterated. “I’m slipping… I can almost see Aetherius.”

“No. No, Lex. It’s not time. You’re still so young. You’ve got so much left to do,” she argued, but he was shaking his head at her. Her grip tightened still on his hand. She didn’t want him to go. He was one of her oldest friends. One of her best friends. He couldn’t leave her.

“It’s time,” he told her softly. He gave her a small smile, as reassuring as he could make it. His breath was getting more and more labored by the second. “I’ll see you again. Until next time.”

Lex said no more. He continued breathing for a couple of minutes, labored breathing still, and then there was nothing. Xia looked down at him, his face had relaxed, his eyes closed. His hand no longer held hers back. Xia found herself crying, sobbing. She reached out to put her hand against his cheek.

“Lex? Lex. Please. Please wake up.” But there was no response from him. It took a long time for her to calm herself enough to press a kiss to Lex’s forehead.

“Until next time.”

#☾☁ ❝to be or not to be❞ ➤ asks ☁☽#☾✦ ❝you speak an infinate deal of nothing❞ ➤ fics ✦☽#☾✦ xia silver-wing ✦☽#☾❂ alexandros mede i ❂☽#dionsblood #YOOO #LOOK AT THIS ANGST #the second one kind of sucks #but that last one?#damn #(also lowkey headcanon that their mothers got along splendidly)#PS I WROTE ALL OF THEM BECAUSE I CAN HA

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bemorecronch · 7 years

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I'm Sorry- What Did You Say? (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WARNINGS: fucking daddy!kink. Swearing, spanking, hard smut. Like seriously this gets dirty so..

ALSO this was inspired by problematicc-favs’s daddy!kink headcanons. You’ve probably already seen them but if you haven’t CHECK ‘EM OUT

Jared kissed down your throat, lips leaving little track marks as he went. You brush your fingertips against his hands as he holds your wrist into the sofa; pressing you down further. It was always hot when he was on top like this. You wrap your legs around his hips as he moves to your clavicle. You lean your head on the armrest and arch your back, fully aware that tomorrow you’re going to have wear a turtleneck in then middle of summer. Jared bit down harder than before and earned a small, shaky breath from you, “oh god, Daddy.” You freeze. It’s out before you can stop it, and you press your lips together in the feeble hope that he hasn’t heard you.

He stops; pulling away; looking down at you and grinning like an idiot, “I’m sorry- what did you say?” You feel yourself turn red and push him off of you, “nothing. I didn’t say anything. Shut up.” You can’t even look at him, you don’t have to in order to know that he’s losing his shit and giggling like a moron, “you called me daddy.” You feel like your whole face is on fire as he leans in, “you want daddy to punish you, princess?” He stutters his laugher through a whisper and you instantly stand up and cross your arms- mortified, “Dude, shut up.” He bites his lip and cocks his head slightly. You feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder, “I’m sorry… “ you relax as he kisses your neck, “c-can daddy make it better?” He chortles and you push him off you.

“Listen, asshole.” You start, but he takes your chin in his thumb and foreigner and kisses you. He’s done this before to stop you talking- it was a dick move, mainly because it worked. He places his hand in your waist and you pull away, “you suck.” He’s still very clearly trying not to laugh, “I… I just didn’t a-actually think it w-w-was a thing people got off to.” He’s got this big, arrogant grin that makes you want to hit him. Nevertheless you both sit back down and go back to making out. His hand grazing up the side of your thigh and you honestly not trusting yourself to open your mouth incase you say it again.

A few days pass and he hasn’t brought it up again. You were used to you both mocking each other for shit like this for weeks- one time he called you “dude” during sex and you’d kept reminding him of it for a month. However he’d just dropped this. All you really felt was relief. Too at ease to actually wonder why Jared hadn’t brought it up again.

You were both alone in his back yard. His parents had gone out for the evening and naturally that meant you were both only half dressed as he pushed you against the side of the house. He pulled off your shirt and peppered light kisses down your chest as he held your hands above your head. He’d been going heavy for a few days and you were exhausted in the best possible way. He unhooked your bra and realised your hands for you to let fall to the floor, “Jared, your neighbours.” You whisper quietly as he rubs his thumb against your nipple, kissing the side of your neck. He nibbles lightly and you let out a small whine as he lightly squeezes your breast.

He unbuttons your jeans and slides his hand inside and your eyes flutter closed, “Jared, really- if anyone see…” You outwardly gasp as he moves your underwear to the side and letting two fingers slide inside you. You feel yourself go lightheaded and rest yourself against the wall, he brushes his thumb against your clit and you buck your lips lightly against him. You hum and as you open your eyes you see his, dark and watching you. You feel yourself clench as his thumb quickens and you try to catch your breath. He was pushing further against the brick wall and you could feel yourself letting go.

“Jared I’m going to…” You gasp and he kisses your neck, “say it again.” He whispered. Confusion hits you with the lack of blood travelling to your brain and you just lean back, “ah-a.” You gasp out and he’s curling and tensing his fingers as his thumb picks up a quicker rhythm, “oh my god,” you breath out and he unbuckled his jeans with one hand and takes out his dick. He rips the condom packet open and rolls it down himself before pulling your own jeans down further as you kick them off. Your almost dripping in his hand as he eases himself into you, and you cum on contact. Pulling his hair as your lungs ache for air. He’s thrusting hard inside of you as you bring one leg around him, softly moaning into his ear. His breath hitches, “Say-it.” He commands. And it is a command. His eyes are penetrating you and you feel yourself blush harder, because suddenly you understand what he wants you to say.

You’re not entirely sure if he’s mocking you, but he hits your g-spot at such an angle that you feel your inhibitions lessen to the point of not caring either way, “fuck me, Daddy.” You don’t mean it to come out into a whine, and you can feel him pushing further inside you, “Oh god.” He hissed, and you wrap your arms around his neck, you’re gasping into his neck and he increases his speed, “fuck yeah. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk princess.” You rest your head against him and can barely stand, “please, Daddy.”

He pulls you off the wall and on top of him, sitting on the grass with you straddling him on your knees. You feel his hand smack your ass lightly as he thrusts up into you. You don’t realise you’re blushing so hard until his hand makes connection, the air is knocked out of you with shock and you look at him. He’s biting his lip and grinning that same arrogant grin; “you like that, baby girl?” He whispers and you can barely look at him. You’d never been this vulnerable and open about to side of you with anyone. He must see the hesitation in your eyes because he instantly brings his hand to your lower back and strokes lightly.

You see him go from this smug, horny nerd into a very caring person. His thrusts are slowly and you fear that he’s going to stop. Not now. Jesus you’re so close. You lean forward, “you can do it again.” You whisper and his eyes widen, looking at you in a ‘really?’ Sort of way. You nod and the corner of his mouth turns up, he brings his hand back down on your ass and causes you to jump. He does it again, a little harder and you let out a moan as he drives himself further still inside you. You let out a loud groan as you grind down on him and he brings you closer toward him, “you’re so fuckin’ hot baby girl.” He smacks you again and you feel yourself lose control. Your body shakes around him as your vision goes blurry. You cum around him again, gasping and twitching a little. Tightening yourself you feel him inside you.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You whisper, and his thrusts begin to get messier, losing their rhythm and pounding harder. He holds your hips and pushes you onto the ground with him on top of you, he holds your thighs up around him as he moves faster and harder until he almost collapses, you watch as he lets out a loud moan and cums inside you. Lying beside you and panting. You rest your head on the grass with your mouth parted slightly.

You look over to him, smiling a little as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, “I can’t believe you have a daddy kink.” You whisper and he looks down at you, “I didn’t think I did. The laughter and judging you was real at the time. But then today I just kept trying to get you to say it again.” You wrap your arms around his stomach and bury your head into him, “so what happened?” He rubbed his face and chuckled, “I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I got home…” You placed you hand on your chest in a mock-shocked expression, “did you jerk off to me?” You said it as a joke but he looked away from you and cleared his throat.

“Oh my god, did you?” You laugh and he shoves you, “to be fair you sounded great. Like a goddamn pornstar.” You raise your eyebrow, “gee thanks.” You mutter and he adjusts to lye on his side and look at you, “was the… Slapping…?” He trailed off and you felt yourself start blushing again, “No, no, I uh… It was really good. I just… I’m not usually that open with it.” You felt your mouth go dry and look up at him to see him beaming at you. You look at him cautiously, “what?” And he pulled you closer to him, “It… I don’t know. It’s really sweet that you trust me.” You’d usually roll your eyes, or squirm at something so sweet, but instead you kissed him. It was gentle and you feel yourself melt into him. You force yourself to pull away, “We should go in the house…” You look around and he raises an eyebrow, “you cold baby girl?” He sounds a little cocky and you start to get up,

“I know you’re still being kinky, but I am lying naked in your back yard so I actually am pretty cold..” You chuckled, and Jared nodded quickly, “oh-right, yeah.”

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Hard Pass P3 (Levi X Reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi was relieved for the silence as he clicked away at his keyboard. Mike had gone to his only late class of the entire week. Which meant Levi could actually study in his room.

The scent of tea and the small aroma diffuser on his desk as well as the open window in front of him welcomed a nice calming smell that was normally masked by Mike's gym bags and sweaty clothes. Which reminded Levi of the laundry he would have to do soon.

He pressed his tea cup to his lips feeling a twinge of irritation as he was interrupted by two knocks on the door. He looked down at the time. 6:15. A little too early for Mike to be back complaining that he'd forgotten his keys.

Then it was probably one of his girls complaining that she'd left her shit in the room. If Levi had a dollar for the amount of times that had happened he could pay for a new roommate.

The next couple knocks were a bit louder. "Levi? It's Y/N.."

Y/N?!

His face practically exploded. He stood far too fast because just as quickly he was flopping over his stupid desk chair and hitting the floor with a hard thud. He gasped audibly tugging at his knee and gritting his teeth.

"Levi? Are you ok?" Came her voice again.

He pulled himself up with a huff and staggered over to the door. Unsurprisingly he had to limp. With a quick turn of the lock he yanked open the door right into his forehead. God fucking dammit.

He groaned in a mix of fury and disgust partially because he'd idiotically stood so close when opening the door and partially because he hated the stupid inanimate object.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Y/N gasped, squeezing herself inside and shutting the door behind her. "Let me see? Did you hit your eye?" She asked

Her fingers were so delicate as she brushed aside his hands. So close.. Her thumb traced the already appearing red spot on his forehead. Soo close.. She brushed his hair to the side cupping his cheeks to gently reposition his head towards the light. Close....

She breathed out a little chuckle. "It's probably gonna bruise."

Levi barely registered her words. Occupied with her beautiful eyes illuminating moonlight and the dim lights in his room. His lips parted ever so slightly. When her hands fell away he gulped and jerked his head back. Trying to find literally anything to take the edge off.

"I'll.. go find you an ice pack, ok?" Y/N began already heading for the door.

"K-knee.." Levi tried and mentally cursed himself.

"Huh?" She asked, turning back.

"M-my.. t-two please.."

Her smile was gentle, "Two ice packs. Got it." And with a little wave she was out the door. Her lingering touch still causing heat to pool in Levi's chest.

~~~~

"Aww sweetie, are you sure you're ok?"

He was not. Definitely not. One of her hands was on his uninjured knee and the other was brushing his hair away from the ice pack. He didn't even know if he'd breathed in the last 20 minutes. His brain echoing the word sweetie.

The two of you had been sat on his bed as he uncomfortably laid his head back on the wall. Trying and failing to not fixate on your touch. Every brush of your fingertips was downright intoxicating.

"You look kinda red. Do you wanna try seeing a doctor or something?"

"N-no.." It was barely audible but he knew she heard when she nodded.

If there was a hole nearby he would crawl into it and never come out. Though he also didn't wanna move as the fear of making this situation worse for himself stayed ever present.

"Let me see?" He partially removed the ice pack from his forehead, spine tingling over the way she sucked in a breath. "You should be more careful."

Levi didn't answer. Just squeezed his legs closer together and sighed. In all the time he'd been in this room he'd never hit himself in the face with the door. Just what kind of power did this girl have over him.

"I know because my little cousin has done stuff like this but you should put some cream on the bump so that it doesn't get redder and it'll go down faster."

Little cousin? That wasn't a fair comparison. Little kids do stupid things cause they're kids. Did she think about him that way? Uggghhhh.

He was yanked from his thoughts by her hand coming down to squeeze his. "Are you positive you're ok? Do you need anything else?"

"I-I'm fine.."

Just as Levi said that his attention was brought to the door. Mike had barely stepped into the room and he was already grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Well, hello." He greeted, stepping closer. "Levi, you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over. Especially not a pretty girl."

Y/N's chuckle was nervous, "Hello, you must be Levi's roommate." She stuck her hand out which Mike immediately took placing one hand on top of their joined hands.

"And you must be Y/N." He said "I've heard so much about you."

His teasing was met with a glare that could slice concrete. If Levi had known Mike was gonna come straight back to the room he definitely would've gotten rid of Y/N sooner.

"Oh? Really?" Y/N turned to look at Levi behind her. "You told him about me?" It was a split second thing but Levi could've sworn her features softened.

"Oh, no I meant Hange." Mike replied

"Oh."

Oh? Was she disappointed? It sounded disappointed? Did she want Levi to talk about her?

"But at no point did Hange tell me you were this pretty. Neither did Levi honestly, I'm kinda disappointed."

Alright that's enough of that. Levi stood. Placing the ice packs on his bed.

"You should probably leave." He gritted his teeth at how harshly it came out.

Now Mike was letting go of Y/N's hand. "Oh wait! I came to get my phone. Hange said you had it."

Levi blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that. It had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. His knee was screeching in absolute horror as he staggered his way over to his desk.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, clearly trying to hold back a snicker.

"Aw, it was an accident. I scared him."

Levi returned with the phone shooting daggers into Mike who pretended not to notice.

"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah.."

"Did you put your number into it?"

Levi's face perked up a little. "Yes."

"Ok, then I'll text you later." She assured, brushing her finger tips over his forehead once again. "Goodnight boys." And with those last words she took off.

"Faking an injury?! I didn't think you had it in you!" Mike celebrated as soon as she was gone.

"Dickhead." Levi scoffed.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the best friend who just confirmed your biggest fear moot?" Mike plopped down on his bed with a playful huff.

Levi flopped down into his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling. "One you're definitely not my best friend especially after that shit. And two I'm not you I don't fake shit to get girls."

"That would totally be hurtful if it wasn't true." Mike shrugged "I meant the fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Levi practically flipped himself out of his chair. "How do you assume that."

"Simple. Hange told me about her ex boyfriend. By the way it was probably that guy that took her from the library that day. And Hange says that a lot of guys find Y/N attractive. Because of this her ex got too overprotective and they broke up. But he had no reason to be because Y/N would always tell people she had a boyfriend or at least around Hange she did."

Levi stared at his barely drunk tea. The liquid probably cold after being left on the table so long. So she had dated that guy.. He had been so tall and pretty muscular looking, was that her type? She didn't seem like she was going to get back together with him.. but he was still around.

"All I'm saying is she seems loyal. You better snatch her up before someone else does or she gets back together with her ex."

His attention was drawn away by his phone softly buzzing on his table. He pressed the on button, swiping his pin and clicking the notification as it popped up.

Hey Levi, it's Y/N.

Listen ik you said you're ok but I bought you some cream just in case. I'll bring it to you tm ;)

His heart fluttered and ached remembering her touch and her kind words. If he didn't full blown know Mike was staring at him he would probably hug his phone.

~~~~

Too much time had passed and suddenly the whole school was on break. Levi had been dreading this. Not because he was a workaholic like Mike claimed but because he knew Hange was gonna drag him away and make him vacation.

And no form of vacation could possibly be more relaxing for him than curling up in bed with some books, doing some casual cleaning, and drinking tea with light music playing at all times. Mike was definitely going home during this time so it'd be the perfect way to spend his break.

But Hange's family owned a couple lodges and that meant another year of begging for Levi to come ski and freeze his fingers and toes off.

"Come on, Levi!"

"Absolutely not."

"Erwin!" Hange called to him where he sat on Levi's bed, scrolling through his phone.

"You knew he was going to say no." Erwin replied

"Which is why I brought you to help me make my case." Hange complained

"You clearly made an error in judgment then." Erwin retorted

Mike laughed from where he was laying on his own bed. "Might as well give it up Hange, Levi is just too stubborn about this. We all know he wants to be close to all my junk while I'm gone cause he'll miss me."

"I wouldn't hesitate to tell your stalker where you're going over break." Levi spat

"She'll figure it out anyway. She's a high class stalker. And I'm not her first." The room fell in uncomfortable silence but Mike just leaned back giving his full attention to his phone screen.

"That disturbing remark aside.." Erwin began shaking his head. "I'm going."

"And that's supposed to change my mind? How'd Hange force you into it?"

"It may stun you but I chose to go through with this all on my own. There are studies that claim it's good for the mind to get away from normality during breaks or away from your comfort zone to properly clear your mind. It'll also help you make less mistakes when classes resume."

Hange smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Levi rolled his eyes. "If I go you can't beg me next year." Hange's loud shrill screeching made Levi's heart drop out of his ass.

"Finally!!" Hange screamed in excitement as she wrapped her arms around Levi's neck.

"Get off already! You're such a pest!"

And that was how Levi ended up on a train for almost three long hours with Hange blabbering on about nothing and Erwin sat in the seat across from the two of them listening to podcasts while staring out the window of his own very sad music video.

And all of the crap Erwin had spewed about getting away being more relaxing proved to be completely from the ass as Levi shivered along wrapped in two scarves, a pair of gloves, his long green coat that fell around his ankles and a winter hat plopped over his ears.

"Walk faster Levi! Is that the best your little legs can do?!" Hange called, somehow racing her way up the slope with three bags. One that wasn't even hers

Levi grunted in irritation. Not only were they walking up a hill but it was covered in snow so deep that every step felt like he was falling.

"Do you need help?" Erwin asked, not waiting for Levi to respond as he hoisted the overnight bag off his shoulders.

Levi just huffed. "I swear Hange was made in a lab."

"As possible as that is, Hange was basically raised in the snow so this is the equivalent of dust for her." Erwin replied as the two of them trudged along.

"Her parents own multiple ski lodges why the hell did we go to the one up a fucking hill."

"The other closest one was more than 6 hours away. Did you really wanna be stuck on a train with Hange for more than 6 hours?"

Levi just groaned as they finally walked through the surprisingly big doors of the huge ski lodge. Hange raced over to the front desk as Erwin slipped onto the lobby couch, followed by Levi who was still kicking snow off his boots and his second bag.

"What's in that bag?" Erwin questioned, nodding to the luggage Levi had yanked over his lap.

He exhaled loudly giving the bag a couple soft pats. "Clothes, extra boots, extra gloves, two bottles of cleaner and a small box of tea as well as some light reading material."

"When are you gonna have time to read? We're going to be skiing most of the time we're here."

"If you think I'm getting on a ski lift you have less working brain cells than Hange."

Erwin smirked with a roll of his eyes, "Alrighty then, what's in this bag."

"All of the shit that didn't fit in this bag, toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, extra pairs of underwear-"

"Woah, Levi you can't just talk about your underwear in a public space." Erwin chuckled at his own joke.

Levi rolled his eyes, "It's bad for your health to hang around Mike as often as you do."

"How is it you're not dead yet then?" Erwin retorted

Hange had been chatting up the receptionist for almost 15 minutes, bouncing up and down in front of the desk and indulging him in the stories of their travel up here. The man just gave her a sheepish grin and honestly Levi felt a little bad for the man but a little less when he thought about how it wasn't his problem anymore.

Moblit.. his name tag read. Somehow Hange's mannerism seemed more crazed with him if that was even possible.

"Yeah.. it has been so long." He heard the man say. You got.. taller..

"We're never getting out of this lobby are we?" Erwin sighed as the two continued to chatter on. Levi and Erwin stared as Hange continued on about her car with a surprising amount of engagement from the other party. "You know they kind of remind me of you and-"

"Hey, Hange!" Erwin cut himself off as a brown haired girl that Levi instantly recognized hopped down each step, a bald boy following her. And Levi believed he remembered them from Y/N's stories as Connie and Sasha who he remembered from the party.

"Hange, what're you doing here?" He asked as the brown haired girl gave her a hug.

"My family owns the lodge so I brought Erwin and Levi for the break!" Hange said, pulling Connie into side hug that he immediately reciprocated.

"Oh god! Why didn't you tell me your plans for break? Jean would've driven all of us up here and you wouldn't have had to waste gas."

Hange just shook her head. "It's quite alright I was already out of gas so we just took the train up here."

"You didn't put gas in your car again?" Connie asked

"Wait, if you guys came then does that mean Y/N is here?" Hange asked completely dodging Connie's question.

At her name Levi bounced out of his seat. Almost launching himself into the spot next to Erwin. Pulling his hat over his eyes and sliding his back as far into the chair as he could.

"What's up with you?" Erwin questioned

"I embarrassed myself last time I was with Y/N.."

"What? Didn't she buy you cream like a month ago?"

"Y-yeah." Levi shimmied his feet together as he slid further down in his seat.

Erwin's chuckle next to him made him grimace. "I know you don't really get it Levi. But uh, making an ass out of yourself in front of your crush is the first real hurdle to knowing you've got it bad."

"Shut up.."

"It could've been worse.. You could've accidentally injured her. Or got caught by the loud mouth in your class while writing her first name and your last name in a notebook."

"Sounds like a personal story.." Levi replied, inching the hat off his eyes to look up at Erwin.

Erwin scoffed, "Point is it happens." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Levi let out a little snicker that instantly got caught in his throat. It had never occurred to him that he'd actually paid attention to the romance movies he'd seen a hundred times with his mother. But now that Y/N was walking down the stairs it was like a scene from all of those movies combined.

Her smile just as warm as always. Turtleneck sweater hugging her features along with dark blue jeans and brown boots. Each step felt slower than the last as if everything in this particular room had been put on the slowest speed imaginable.

The butterflies in his stomach swarmed like they were all chasing after one specific thing. Everytime she appeared somehow it was different.

"We're still going skiing today right?" Connie questioned as Y/N stopped on the last stair.

"If Jean's up to it sure." She replied, her cheeks flushed like she'd just walked in from outside.

"Well this is gonna be a fun weekend." Erwin said but Levi didn't even register his words. His heart stammering in his chest. "Go make a fool out of yourself." Erwin nudged

"Hey Jean! Come on!" Connie said

"Yeah, Jean I'm hungry!" Called Sasha

Levi's heart stopped, his chest crumbling in on itself. The same guy from before.. just as soon a loud crash sounded and everyone turned all at once.

"Oh god are you ok?!" Y/N was the first person by Hange's side followed by Moblit from behind the counter.

Hange let out a laugh, wincing as she pulled herself up with Moblit and Y'N's help.

"I'll be ok. Just took a little spill." She continued to laugh.

Erwin was soon standing by her side. "Are you sure, you're alright? Your face is super red.."

A momentary lapse in Hange's facial features made Erwin step back a little. "Shut up Erwin." She huffed

"You fell on your side. You should rest a little bit." Moblit said, coming closer. "Just.. in case."

"Ok.." Hange replied

Y/N seemed to relax at this information. Her gaze immediately falling on Levi surprisingly. He really hoped he didn't outwardly wince.

"Hi, Levi." She spoke plainly giving Erwin a small greeting as well before her, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were leaving the lobby.

Hange and Erwin unsurprisingly crowded into Levi's room about five minutes after the whole ordeal. But Levi couldn't even bring himself to wipe one thing down like he'd wanted to. He just laid still on the bed, eyes planted to the ceiling.

Surprisingly Hange had also stayed silent. Her eyes shut where she laid next to Levi.

"I can't believe you broke the handle on my luggage Hange." Erwin called still sat on the floor holding his luggage in one hand and the handle in the other. Pressing the broken part of the handle to his bag as if it'd be that simple to fix.

"Now what am I supposed to do?"

"It broke my fall Erwin. Be grateful."

"For what exactly?"

"I don't know!"

Levi blinked, his gaze falling on Hange for the first time since she took that spill in the lobby. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, thumbs rubbing the spot where she fell.

"Are you alright or not?" Levi questioned

"I'm fine."

"Ok, I know why Levi's upset but why're you?" Erwin chimed up

"What's Levi upset about?"

"What else? Y/N."

"Uggggghhh Levvviiiii why don't you just ask her out already?" Hange said

Levi sat up on the bed pulling his feet into his chest. Shoes long gone, pushed up against the wall as soon as they'd walked into the room.

"I'm not talking about this shit anymore this week."

"Levi, if we're staying here all of this week and next then chances are she's also staying here all week and next. Which means somewhere in here is a perfect opportunity to-"

"Get in her bed." Hange interrupted

"Or something less crass." Erwin suggested "You did pack condoms in your emergency undies bag right?"

"Did you pack a spare handle in yours?"

Hange's obnoxious laughter was almost loud enough to muffle the low knocks on the door. Her irritating jabs to Levi's shoulder quickly halting when Levi grabbed her fingers.

"Who is it?" Erwin asked, one hand on the door.

"It's Y/N.."

Now Hange stopped laughing. Erwin shrugged as he looked back at both of them before pulling the door open.

"Hey, here." Y/N sounded filled with fatigue as she handed over a small bottle to Erwin.

"Oh! Thank you! Where'd you get this?" Erwin smiled with delight immediately flopping back down next to his bag.

"Jean carries around extra strength glue because Connie always manages to break something fragile." Y/N replied "I doubt it'll work but maybe it'll help a little?"

Erwin nodded happily as Y/N turned to look at Hange. Her hands balled up and her fingers fidgeting where she was pulling at them.

"How's your rib Hange?"

"It's ok now, thanks for asking."

Y/N nodded and at this moment everyone in the room was looking at Levi who automatically felt extremely naked.

"Levi um.. can I talk to you? In the hall?"

Levi didn't know if he had nodded in his head or in real life but he was swiftly moving across the room. Passing Y/N where she stood and then holding the door open as she walked out just behind him. The door shut behind the two of them and if Levi felt naked before the feeling out here was somehow worse.

"What happened?"

Levi could hear the slightly muffled footsteps on the other side of the door and even a whispered Hange as Y/N spoke. His hands felt both too dry and wet all at once as he looked into her mildly menacing gaze.

"Wh- where wh-when.."

"You barely said anything to me after I brought the cream for your forehead. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh god how can she possibly assume that? Levi felt his stomach clench. He had never had it easy with text, which was why he pretty much always called everyone.

"I-I didn't mean.. it um.." He shuffled his feet a bit now remembering that he still had no shoes on.

Y/N sighed. "I wanna be your friend Levi. Please tell me you want that too."

With a deep breath he replied, "Call me."

"When?"

"Anytime.. I'm a bad t-texter.."

When her facial features softened Levi felt his shoulders finally sag for the first time since he'd heard her name in the lobby. "Ok.. oh ok, that's all it was? I thought I did something wrong. I'm glad we talked."

And Levi was barely registering her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Her body pressing oh so comfortably close to his. Hand sliding over his back, scent overwhelming his nose. And then just as soon it was all being taken away.

"I'll call you, ok?"

"Ok.." Levi's hand was still waving long after she'd already disappeared out of plain view.

"Oh god you're her friend!" Hange laughed the door suddenly yanked open behind Levi.

"It's as cute as it is sad." Erwin clicked his teeth.

"Tch, shut up." Levi stomped back into the room.

"Levi, you're in the friendzone!" Hange huffed as Erwin shut the door. "And if you don't get out of it. You're gonna be the short shoulder to cry on when some big dude with an invalid drivers license, a shit ton of tattoos and a porn addiction breaks her heart."

"That's oddly specific.." Erwin retorts

"All of you keep assuming I wanna be her boyfriend. I don't!"

Erwin rolled his eyes, "That tall guy that she was with actually. I think he'll be the guy who has her running to Levi's shoulder."

"Oh you mean Jean?" Hange nods "But they broke up a while ago."

"Then why is she still hanging out with him?"

"He's Sasha and Connie's best friend. So they've all known each other a while. They're a set, don't separate type deal."

"Then it's only logical that Y/N will marry Jean someday. You know if they all stay so close."

"Yup, definitely."

"You can both eat shit."

~~~~

Day one

Levi strained awake, blinded by the harsh sunlight stabbing his eyes through the uncovered window. He couldn't even remember when he'd fallen asleep last night but he could already tell it was too early for everyone else to be awake.

He could recall a couple things from last night. Hange overstaying her welcome in his room, Erwin suggesting that Hange pay for his fucked up luggage and somethings he would rather not think about.

Preferably the others joining in his room to discuss breakfast plans. At which Sasha had suggested the diner they had already planned to go to early in the morning. Levi's heart sank as he recalled Y/N's gorgeous smile directed to Jean who had stood behind her rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, standing from his bed and immediately working to straighten out the sheets before eyeing the book he'd unpacked last night.

Maybe he could get some reading done before Hange inevitably came to annoy him.

The one he was currently holding was of a dog wearing a big floppy hat in the mist of sunflowers. He quickly matched it with his black and white sweatpants. And with a small sigh he headed to the bathroom.

He thumbed at the spine of the book, sliding his finger between the pages to the current bookmark. A shower would probably be a better start to the morning though. He set the book down unzipping one of his bags and pulling out the first pair of clothing folded at the top. Levi hadn't remembered packing one of his mother's many silly birthday gifts to him. She had always bought him shirts with pictures on them that confused him.

He didn't even remember the last time he'd had a shower that was hot for more than five minutes. Or the last time he could look down at his feet without seeing a hair monster in the drain.

He took a couple extra minutes to completely wash his hair, combing his fingers through the strands before shutting off the water and quickly getting dressed.

As he reentered his room he remembered the random gaze Jean threw his way. The smirk on his lips, the taunting glare and then just as quickly it was over. And he was talking to her like nothing had happened.

Levi had never once in his entire life thought about having a girlfriend. It just wasn't something that absorbed his thoughts but he knew the second he saw that smirk on Jean's face what he wanted to be to Y/N.

He just couldn't imagine how.

His fluffy towel hugged his head as he popped open the book he'd discarded a couple minutes ago. He pulled his feet in closer to his body tracing the letters on the page, delving into the story-

"Levi!"

Two fucking seconds.. that had to be a new record.

A barrage of harsh knocks sounded outside his door and he yanked it open to see Hange standing there out of breath with a barely alive looking Erwin behind her. Excitement flooding her features as she pushed past Levi with Erwin in tow. A blue toothbrush almost falling from his lips.

"You couldn't let him finish brushing his fucking teeth?" Levi grunted, shutting the door behind the two of them. Erwin sighed his eyes shut, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. "Why're you here?"

"We're all going for breakfast remember?"

"Not for another thirty minutes." Levi narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the tv table.

Hange smiled, "Yup and that means we have enough time to figure out a game plan to get you and Y/N together by the end of today." Hange clapped excitedly though both Erwin and Levi couldn't possibly look less enthused.

"I don't need your help."

"Erwin, back me up here!"

"I'm not doing shit since you didn't let me spit and I had to swallow toothpaste." Erwin remarked, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Levi's face scrunched up and Hange let out a snort. "Why did you swallow it.. you could've just spit it out in the hall or something."

"That's fucking disgusting." Levi grunted

"Why the hell would I do that?" Erwin asked

"You're not supposed to swallow toothpaste duh!"

Everyone huffed all at once and Levi flopped down next to Erwin on the bed. "If I need any help I'll ask.." He mumbled already feeling heat fly to his cheeks.

"We're finally gonna get you a girlfriend Levi!!" Hange squeezed his body in a tight hug.

Just as Levi was about to push her away a couple of soft knocks sounded on his door again, "We're leaving a little earlier, hurry and come downstairs."

~~~~

Before the car had even pulled up back at the lodge Hange was already screaming about going skiing. Erwin had asked if Levi wanted to which he'd replied with a scoff.

"Really? Cause there are plenty of chances for Y/N to fall on you. Or you to fall on her." He shrugged.

Levi just rolled his eyes and at that Erwin gave up and now he was standing at the freezing cold railing watching everyone go down the stupid slope for what had to have been an hour or so. How'd he end up with bag watch? He didn't even wanna come outside.. He blew on his fingers trying and falling to warm them. At this point he felt exhausted, absolutely none of his clothes were keeping him warm.

With a sigh he pulled Hange and Erwin's bags up onto his shoulder along with Sasha and Connie's belongings. If he could manage to get upstairs he could warm up at least a little. A hot cup of tea practically beckoning him.

It took him only a couple seconds to realize he didn't have Y/N's bag. He looked around for a couple seconds. Did she bring a bag outside? Did he lose her bag?? He'd only left once to got to the bathroom. Did someone steal it.. Shit. He grumbled in disgust. Where could he have left it?

Feeling a bit panicked he headed towards the stairs. Blood running cold, his eyes practically bouncing out of his skull. His heart stopped at the display in front of him. Jean's hand on Y/N's waist as she leaned forward on the railing. Their lips pressed together..

(Hey Siri, play Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.)

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