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hwalilac · 1 year

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Ateez Kinks

⇴ a/n: I do not know Atz personally, nor am I trying to say that any of this is truthful. I am only guessing based off their personality, and my experiences with them and their content.

Hongjoong

Exhib: Although he’s possessive of his lover, he also loves the idea of one of his members walking in on you two having intimacy. Mostly because he loves showing off that you’re only his to touch, the boys can look but not touch. However, part of him just likes being watched, knowing how powerful he is, loving intimidating those who watch.

Sp*nking: He adores disciplining you. Loves when you act like a privileged little brat so he can get it out of you. He’ll drag you over his lap, make sure your ass is bare so you’ll feel every slap, and make your ass tomato red. He especially loves pairing it with dirty talk, so once he’s done, he’ll find you soaking wet and leaking all over his thigh.

Seonghwa

DD /LG: Nothing to do with age, but more so taking care of his lover, sexually and romantically. He also gets off on being called “daddy”, though I think he would be okay with “mommy” as well. He’s also very good with his lovers that fall into sub space, treating them well and appropriately.

Impreg: Something about thinking of your tits filled with milk, stomach round and big, it makes him harder than he’s ever been before. Part of him wants to be a dad so badly, so there’s definitely a romantic part of the kink. However, he also just likes how hot you’d like being pregnant. Especially when he thinks about how you wouldn’t be very active when close to labor, so you’d just lay there and be ready for intimacy most of the time.

Yunho

Bo//ndage: He loves having complete and total power over you. The way you struggle getting out… it makes him hard instantly. Sometimes he’ll just leave you there, often with a vibrator attached to your clit, and have a camera recording you. He’ll also sit in a chair in the corner of the room, where the light doesn’t reach, watching to beg for him to touch you.

Sensory Deprivation: He loves putting a blindfold over your eyes. He loves the trust you put in him, to be able to control your body and senses. He’s often gentle when doing this kink, as to not overwhelm you too quickly. He mostly just lightly touches you, or uses a toy, but nothing serious. Sometimes he includes earbuds with music, but it’s not often.

Predator/Prey: Yunho feeds off of the power and dominance you give him. He loves playing hide and seek, especially at night. He always knows where you hide, but it’s fun to play regardless. Especially when you try running from him. He loves to catch you more than anything, pinning you down and taking you right where he finds you. You can resist all you want, but when he finds you, you’ll take what he gives you (unless you say your safe word, which Yunho would probably take a safe word the most seriously out of anyone)

Yeosang

Manhandling: I truly think he likes showing off his strength. Something about the way you check out his muscles, touching and squeezing his body. He loves impressing his lover. Then again, he also loves you being helpless, flailing around in his arms as he carry’s you into your bedroom only to ruin you. He loves the dominance he feels when you’re helpless like that, but he always checks in on you to see if you’re okay.

Voyeur: He often likes to watch or listen to other members fucking their lovers. He really doesn’t want to be creepy, but something about watching the dynamic of two lovers, especially when it’s dom/sub stuff, he just gets so turned on. He’ll be standing outside of Seonghwa or Hongjoong’s doors, quietly groaning with his hand on his hard on.

San

Shibari: Not only does he loves creating art, but he just loves watching you struggle in the ropes once you’re too turned on. Loves pressing a vibrating wand against you and watch you squirm. But the art… there’s nothing like finishing a difficult, yet beautiful piece on you. And then he’ll take a picture to get off to later on.

Edging: He LOVES edging his lover. It’s like a game to him, something he needs to win. This man will edge you for hours upon hours. However, he’s very careful not to push you too far. He’s not too rough on you. But once you cum, you practically black out, your orgasm being so powerful. He knows how to get you there in seconds, but also in hours.

Mingi

Oral: Not exactly a kink, but he gets off on it like a kink. He loves burying his face in your cunt, sloppily licking and sucking. He practically gets drunk on cunt. It makes him so painfully hard, he ends up rutting on the bed while trying to get you to your orgasm. He doesn’t tease though, knowing you would whine or just shove his face back in your core.

Overstim: He loves having your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping him until he can’t cum anymore. He loves putting his trust in someone else, and being taken care of. He can often go for a long time, but needs breaks. He usually gets so sleepy that he needs a lot of aftercare.

Wooyoung

Overstim: Same with Mingi, he loves having the sensation overwhelm him to the point where he’s begging and almost crying. Sometimes he’ll even do it to himself, legs shaking violently at the pleasure and pain. He’ll usually do it until he ends up with over three orgasms.

Edging: Wooyoung also loves teasing his lover. Sometimes he takes you to the very edge, loving the way you cry and beg for his mercy. Unlike San, he’s not as careful. He’s quite mean in bed, not only edging you physically, but patronizing you verbally. His dirty talk certainly helps get you there, but he’s genius at knowing when you’re about to cum.

Roleplay: He just loves thinking of the most fun, yet weird scenarios to try out. His favorite is always being a CEO, who fucks their secretary. He’s always wanting to try something new, up to most scenarios. Not very into pet play, although he will play the owner if his lover wants to be his little slutty kitten or puppy.

Jongho

Manhandling: Jongho can’t help but dig his hands into a pair of thick thighs, lift his lover up and through them onto the bed. Couch, even. He always makes sure you’re safe, though. But there’s nothing like showing off his amazing strength, and watching your tits bounce after you land. He loves exuding power over you, and his strength is one of the ways to remain on top and be dominant.

Breath Play/Choking: Again, something about the power you give him, the dominance he uses to not only pleasure you, but to love and protect you. If you want to be choked, he’d do it in a heartbeat, staying up all night finding the safest yet most pleasurable way to do it. His hand on your neck, he loves fucking you while doing it. Loves bringing you to the edge, so your orgasm is even more powerful and overwhelming.

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE PRINCESS DIARIES & THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2: ROYAL ENGAGEMENT PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from both films (2001 & 2004)

the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

wait for me! wait for me!

anyone can see your desires. no one knows what's in your heart.

you are so lucky you don't know who your parents are.

i am invisible... and i am wet.

i'm just supposed to watch you.

am i too late to ask you to accept my hand in marriage?

you broke my glasses!

don't worry about me.

a princess never chases a chicken.

this really is more romantic in books.

oh, by the way! i'm getting married!

you're not very good at lying.

i thought you'd never ask.

oh! oh yes! i absolutely accept!

somebody sat on me again.

we just made the bed.

tell me a secret.

i have done a lot of flying in my day.

do we have any problems?

you'll never be bored.

i loathe you.

no matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.

i just love to look at him.

you look so... clean.

can you please pretend you have a life for just one moment?

just in case i wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara.

this is between a waltz and a tango.

we don't slump like this.

tell me your greatest desires.

i thought you said you never slide.

if there are no more passengers, i think we should close the door.

this is getting us nowhere! talk to me!

are you sassing your grandma?

courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.

i have never put on pantyhose before, but it sounds dangerous.

why me?

yeah, he's cute.

shut up!

look out the window.

as always, this is as good as it's gonna get.

don't forget your shoes.

i haven't danced with you since your birthday.

you're morphing into one of them!

probably all i ever do is think about myself.

i can't do this.

i have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including puerto rico.

i love your eyebrows.

you can't run from everything?

i simply cannot condone it.

love does things for reasons that reasons cannot understand.

hang up the phone!

the secret is... i still want to.

the fault was entirely my own.

i'd like to report an accident.

the three of us have to talk.

what am i, a duck?

my job is to protect the crown.

stop daydreaming!

oh! your foot! i'm so sorry, are you all right?

i hate it when they move in like that.

is there maybe something else about me and my life that just maybe i might want to know about?

this is so cool!

now what did you want to tell me?

just stop it, okay?

you will answer directly to me.

are you sure you don't want to exchange licenses and proof of insurances?

he's not a backstreet boys clone.

i don't like you.

i look like a moose.

well aren't you just... crafty.

i've got a wedding to go to.

wait wait! no, not you. i don't even know you.

can we park a block away from school?

you know what? i don't feel protected.

you will find the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary.

i won't be getting married today.

oh my god! you're here!

i beg your pardon!

oh, for the love of god!

why do you talk like that?

is your mom dating an undertaker?

you look so... young.

can i borrow a comb?

oh, yeah, that is exactly what you did.

i know it's short notice, but you were all dressed.

so where are you taking me?

who destroyed you?

just because i didn't get my fairytale ending doesn't mean you shouldn't.

not if you didn't want me to.

they're smitten!

well, that probably wasn't the best idea.

you look ridiculous. you should sue.

have you ever experienced that instant headache when you eat ice too quickly?

just because your hair sucks, get off mine!

do you wear contact lenses?

i would gladly take a bullet for you.

look over there.

is this the punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?

you broke my brush.

so what are we learning today?

did you happen to see who's here?

you talk to him much?

well, the camera's all ready to go.

let's go this way.

ever take those shades off?

are you ready?

enough bowing! back to your chores!

no more straggling for me.

you did very well. very charming.

the light is perfect!

i'm feeling shy, come on.

you chose me, and i accepted.

did you hear that?

do you have any change?

no, it's not attractive!

okay, i look like an asparagus.

where is she going?

if this were my party, we'd be kissing by now.

they put me on hold!

we never rush. we hasten.

you know what? i'm fine! i'm good!

a strange woman came in here and asked to hide in your closet so i let her.

should i shoo him?

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izvmimi · 2 years

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cw: crack, suggestive but not nsfw

"Okay, we're nearing the end of the workday, so please-" with this, you clasp your hands together before readjusting the camera on the tripod "- if you're going to improvise, I am begging you to say something appropriate." A sharp glance goes in Katsuki's direction to which he grimaces in reply.

"I'm not being difficult," he insists. "I have no idea why the fuck you're complaining."

Kirishima gives him a slightly exasperated look for a moment, then takes a look at his scribbled-on notecards before tossing them across the gym out of the camera's view. Izuku, ever pleasant, laughs nervously, trying to defuse the situation. Stretching his arms over his head and smiling at his less-than-amused friend to keep the mood casual, he tries to prevent the latter from leaving.

"Kacchan, let's do this quickly so we can go home."

Katsuki grumbles something else under his breath but stays put. You thank Izuku for his cooperativeness, then re-center yourself again behind the camera.

The hardest part of making a TikTok geared towards weightlifting safety should have been keeping your panties dry while having the three hottest Pro Heroes in the business in the same room lifting weights in unnecessarily form-fitting athleticwear. But instead, despite the fact that you've had the urge to bite Dynamight's arms for the past twenty minutes, he's been pissing you off with his slightly condescending tips, and while Red Riot's sculpted back muscles will haunt your (wet) dreams for the next few nights, he can't remember what he's supposed to say for the life of him.

And Izuku is far too stiff even if you want to climb his shoulders like a squirrel up a tree.

"Okay next take!" you yell, and you try to keep your frustrated sigh to yourself.

Bakugou finds himself laying on his back under a Smith machine, and you try not to look at exactly how much weight he's lifting with ease, lest you make a less than professional sound.

Kirishima stands at the head of the bench, demonstrating the appropriate way to spot.

"Make sure to gently hover-"

"Get your hand off the weight, jackass," Bakugou hisses and Kirishima frowns.

You grit your teeth and stop the video.

...

The second take has Bakugou on the bench alone, slowly unracking the weight for the voice-over.

"If you can't put the weight up," he starts lowering the weight to his chest and pretending to struggle briefly, "here's a trick."

He pushes the bar up again with ease.

"Just put the weight up."

"Katsuki, I swear to God-"

...

"Proper squat form requires you to stand with your feet a little wider than hip width." Izuku smiles for the camera as he demonstrates, and you try to keep yourself from melting from the charm he exudes. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Bakugou snicker, probably making fun of you, but you ignore it.

"Now, make sure to drive your hips back, bending at the knees and ankles-"

Izuku lowers himself into full squat, gripping the bar tightly as he moves, making sure to keep his smile unchanged and gaze towards the camera unperturbed.

There's a point where you wonder if he's doing it on purpose, distracted by the intensity of his look, then you realize something else is wrong about this scene.

"God, Kirishima, you're entirely too close."

Kirishima is practically breathing down his neck, he's so closely pressed against his back in the attempt to save the bar, and the scene looks almost pornographic. Izuku only realizes it himself, having also been under whatever conjoint trance you were in with him, when he notices your unsettled look.

Bakugou's snickers turn into cackles in the background as Izuku takes a quick step forward and drops enough weight onto the gym floor you thank the heavens these floors are reinforced. Kirishima's face goes as red as his hair.

"You missed your chance to kiss his neck, shitty hair!" Bakugou jeers.

"This isn't that kind of video, Kacchan!"

...

Kirishima's segment goes nearly without a hitch, and you have to admit, he looks far too good seated doing dumbbell curls, until you remember he's giving absolutely no advice.

"Your lines!" you mouth to him.

"Oh yeah!" he says grinning. "Got excited by the pump, it's been so long since I came to the gym!"

You're not supposed to say it, you think, rubbing your face with your hand.

"Anyway, make sure you keep your upper arms stationary, and exhale as you curl each weight up to the shoulder level."

He demonstrates one curl, biceps tensing as he pauses at shoulder level.

"It's also helpful to keep your abs contracted, and exhale slowly as you lower it. Imagine you're holding in a fart in a crowded room."

"What?" Izuku exclaims suddenly from off-camera. When you give him an incredulous look, he looks sheepish.

"Shit sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-"

Bakugou's raucous laughter in the background finally drains the last of your patience.

"Fuck it! We're done here."

Next time you'll ask professionals. Real ones.

#bakugou x reader #izuku x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha fluff #bnha crack #mimi's notes #daydreams: bnha

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spookbusters · 2 years

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Girl on Film (18+)

Summary: You and Edward film a session.

// Pairing: Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Reader

// Word Count: 853 (this was supposed to be a sub-600-word blurb lol)

// Warnings: Not beta-d! Porn without plot, begging, sex on camera (barely discussed lol), unprotected piv sex, hair pulling, Eddie in Riddler gear, clothed Eddie/naked reader, cervix kissing, mild!!choking, mild possessiveness (Eddie AND Reader), sweat (??).

// A/N: Friendly reminder that my req.s are open!! I am simply obsessed with him. This is... filthy and self-indulgent. For only 853 words, we sure managed to pack in a ton of warnings on this one.

// As per the warnings, note that this work is intended for those who are of age in their respective countries! MINORS DNI!!!

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"Mmf-... Riddler," you whimper, "More please, please."

Eddie hums and takes a moment to take in the scene around him: the repeated squeak of the bedsprings with each brutal motion of his hips, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your shared bedroom, the way your soaking slit sucks him deeper into you regardless of how ferociously he's battering your cunt. Your body writhes beneath him, sweat covering your nude body in a thin sheen that makes you seem to glitter.

Despite all the beautiful sensory experiences before him, he's particularly fond of one detail in this scene: the blinking red light of his camera.

Taping a session was your idea, whispered one evening while nestled in his lap and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. It made his blood feel molten in his veins when you said, "Maybe the Riddler should fuck me on camera one day. What do you think, Eddie?" It took an honest effort not to stain his sweatpants as soon as the words had left your mouth.

Now Eddie stands over you, tall and broad, breathing hard through his mask. He hums, appreciative of how you beg for your pleasure. A fist comes from behind your head, gripping your hair and pulling your face away from where you'd pressed it into your mattress. "Look at the camera," he commands, and your tear-blurred eyes struggle to find and focus on the lens. You whine when he hits your cervix again.

"Oh, that felt good, didn't it, sweet thing," he teased, practically salivating behind his mask at how you arch your back into him, "I didn't miss how you squeezed just now." The slick sound of him ruining your pussy is making you dizzy. "Yeah," you sigh, "Don't stop, please don't- oh god." Your breathy voice is steadily increasing in pitch, the way it always does when you're close.

"You love it, don't you," comes your voice, and Eddie relishes in how can hear the way you're trying to keep it together. It's the most coherently you've spoken since he buried himself in your slippery heat. "What, would that be, pretty girl?" "Knowing-... ah, knowing I'm all yours," you reply. A loud groan reverberates in his chest, and he detangles his hand from your hair to wrap around your throat. Eddie uses it to pull your body up and against him, your back pressed against his front. Immediately, he presses his fingers to your clit to rub in painfully quick circles. "Yes," is his hissed reply.

The change in position brings with it a new angle, and now Eddie is repeatedly spearing you on his cock as opposed to rutting into you like a toy. The leather of the glove around your neck creaks as it tightens ever so lightly, enough to remind you it's there and to serve as a reminder of his strength. "But I think you like it, too," he sighs, voice gravelly with pleasure, "Being mine, and knowing I'm yours just the same." When he's inside you, so silken and warm and molding to his shape, he feels that you were made for him. You squeak, arm reaching behind you to cradle the back of his neck, "Yes."

You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as he breaks you. When you turn your head, you find that he's already looking at you, watching you fall apart. Behind the mask, you see his eyes; half-lidded and hazy, they're equal in tenderness and ferocity. "Take it, sweetheart. Take me," he says. The words fall short of being an order but decidedly are not a suggestion, either. Regardless, it makes you whimper.

Trembling fingers reach up and pop the button holding the mouth panel shut. You realize when you finally see his lips that his panting has been muffled by the mask. Without hesitation, you kiss him, tasting where the salt of his sweat has dripped down his face to pool past his cupid's bow. Eddie takes equal time to taste you, licking into your mouth and biting the pillow softness of your lips.

When you break, it's like a glass shattered at its resonant frequency. You burst from the inside out, into a thousand pieces. Eddie stills himself to ride through it, thighs flexing beneath his slacks at the effort it takes not to bury himself to the hilt and let your body milk him dry. In no way is he ready for this to be over yet. He rides every wave of your orgasm with you, breathing through his nose with each contraction of your muscles around him.

Once he's sure you're through all the aftershocks, he rocks into you again and your spine bows at your sensitivity. The pleasured moan that bubbles from your throat and buzzes in his ears sends a shiver down his back. Eddie sets a new pace, less frenzied than before, but you both knew it wouldn't be long before he got lost in your body again. "Just a little longer," he pleads, and you nod before you guide him to kiss you again.

Just a little longer.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Randomly thought pf this. But Aaron x his framed boyfriend (reader). His boyfriend is a simple bartender but after some murders that pointed towards his direction (all the victims being those who had hurt reader in the past. Old high school bullies, homophobic ex coworkers, strangers who made snide remarks to him in public)

You can choose if the real unsub is found or if Reader is successfully framed UwU (ooooh maybe the unsub could be Haily haha. Some jealousy of Reader stealing her man)

AHH good idea my friend! I haven't written something like this in a while so I am happy to write this! @real-levyanno hope you enjoy!

AARON HOTCHNER X FRAMED MALE READER

"Fuck me." Y/n cups his face in his hands sighing.

This is one of the places Y/n doesn't wanna be in. Hand cuffed and being interrogated by your own boyfriend and his co-workers.

Before all of this you were having a great day. It wasn't a slow day at the bar but it wasn't busy. It was just how you liked it. Everything was going perfect. No creeps were showing up, drunks who had gotten kicked out from a different bar and showed up here. Just some of your favorite regulars and a few new people.

Your favorite co-worker Liam was here too. Both of you cracking jokes and just goofing around with each other. Your boss was here to Kate and even she was chill and in a happy mood joining the fun from time to time.

Some new guy even showed up yelling to everyone drinks on him. Wow everything was just great.

Until police sirens and yelling came from outside. They all barge in at once aiming their guns at you while you clean a glass. "What the fuck----" "HANDS IN THE AIR FBI!" Derek shouts at you look you were a total stranger. "Guys cmon what is this?!" Y/n puts his hands in the air putting the glass down.

immediately cops circle around him arresting him dragging him outside. Loads of people are outside screaming at him and people takes pictures and videos of him. To top it all off there are interviewers trying to ask him questions and their cameras everywhere recording every single moment.

TIMESKIP IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM.

The whole team is in the room all quiet barely moving standing all around the room while Hotch is sitting across from Y/n. Y/n looks around confused as fuck as to why hes cuffed and why is he here.

"I can sit here and be quiet all day. Until one of you tells me why the hell i'm here." Y/n asks everyone in the room with his voice serious.

"Y/n we know it was you. We know you did it" J.J finally says something after a long break of silence after Y/n first question.

"What the hell are you talking about J.J?!" Y/n says with confusion on his face. "We know you killed those people Y/n." Reid says opening a file takes the photos of the victims placing them on the table for Y/n to see.

Y/n hearts drop once he realizes who they are. "That's Blake Jackson with his goons or his best friends really." Y/n suggests to photo where all of the boys are on the floor dead next to each other. "And that's Randy and Faith. My ex-coworkers. What the hell even my ex's and that one cheesy couple in highschool..."

"Y/n. What did all those people have in common?" Gideon questions crossing his arms.

"That they all hated me... Every single one of them hurt me in the past. All was homophobic even my ex's who dared me as a prank or a dare. They all hurt me" Y/n says remembering everything they done to him in the past closing his eyes.

"So that was your motive then huh?" Y/n eyes shoot straight open in shock and the same time betrayed. "What!? I could never do something like this!" Y/n shouts.

"I don't know Y/n. They made your life hell. And your story gives you a reason to give them the same hell they gave you." Morgan says shaking his head disappointed at Y/n.

"I-I can't believe y'all. Aaron say something! Tell them it wasn't me!" Y/n begs his boyfriend tears threatening to fall out. "We have your fingerprints on the murder weapon Y/n. We found your DNA in the crime scene Y/n." Aaron tells his boyfriend his heart aching once he sees his boyfriend teared up eyes.

"Aaron...y---you gotta believe me. I could never do something like that Aaron please. WHY! would you believe I would do something like that! You're supposed to trust me! Isn't this how this damn relationship is supposed to work!?!"

Y/n can't hold back his tears anymore. They fall onto the table and his lap as he cries softly. He wants nothing to just let this day be a dream. A nightmare or something.

Without anymore words the BAU leaves the room since their job here is done.

TIMESKIP

Y/n went to court weeks later after the interrogation. The whole team shows up in court to watch Y/n. Hotch stares at Y/n empty eyes that were once filled with hope. Y/n looks like hes been crying for days and neglecting himself from food and water only taking showers.

Once Y/n was found guilty he didn't cry. Its not like he didn't want to it was just nothing came out of his eyes. Y/n sees the team in the back of the court house. He locks eyes with Aaron before turning his eyes around to Liam giving him a smile.

As Y/n gets shown out not making an effort to fight back from the cops as they take him out. Haley comes up slowly from the way back of court and wraps her around Aaron comforting him with an evil smile on her face.

ANOTHER EPIC TIMESKIP

Years later!

Y/n was finally released early after years of investigation by his bestfriend Liam who didn't give up on him and proved to everyone that Y/n was innocent and Haley was the one who did the murders and framed Y/n.

Once the team found out about everything they immediately told Hotch about everything and all went to the prison where Y/n was held while waiting for him to be released.

Of course Hotch was a nervous wreck the whole team was. They all felt too bad and carried so much guilt about sending him to prison not even hearing him out. And not even sparing him a single visit only Penelope sends him monthly gifts.

Everyone freezes once they see Y/n step out wearing a wife beater with some sweatpants carrying a bag looking around. He looked way different he had scars on his arms some on his shoulders and he got a haircut even some tattoos on his arms and wrist.

Liam pushes past the team running to his friend full speed tackling him to a hug. The two laugh and scream rolling around finally at peace. "You bastard I love you Liam!" Y/n shouts at his best friend.

Those words made Hotch's heart ache. He never heard Y/n say those words to anyone besides him but once he heard him for the first time right now they hurt like hell.

As they get up Y/n sees the team and freezes. All the sudden Y/n begins to remember how much he cried and screamed in the interrogation room. His pleas and begs for someone to just believe him. Someone who can just listen.

Your heart swells when you lock eyes with Aaron. Liam visited you every week and told you what was going on with Aaron and Haley. After you went to jail they got back with each other fairly fast. From Liam's stories they sounded to be in a committed relationship and you were just some summer fling.

You take Liam by his hand telling him lets go, but gets stopped by Aaron getting in your way his arm out waiting for your hand to shake it. "Hi nice to meet you i'm Aaron Hotchner and you are?"

You feel yourself about to cry and smile at the same time. Aaron and you always do that every time the two of you argue and get in a fight. It's a way to start over only you and him can understand. You hated how weak you are for this man who made you lose yourself. You took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"My name is Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you Aaron."

THE END

I may probably make another ending when the reader is the unsub or the reader doesn't take Hotch back! Hope you enjoyed and let me know if I should do it!

#criminal minds x male reader #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotch #x male reader #male reader #the bear club

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authorluvgxbby · 2 years

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Heyy :)), I saw your requests open and I was wondering if you can write up some tokyo rev headcanons for this scenario:

Chracter visits reader's house for 'studying' but when the enter the house they are immediately greeted by a huge ass doberman dog who's looking at them like they murdered their mom. And reader's just like : whuehue they don't bite :))

(I just went into my bestie's house and they didn't inform me their cousin and their dog was visiting and I felt like I almost died like three times when the dog tried to tackle me, like their paws are literally up my shoulder and their slobber was all over my face. The owner's just like 'oh he's an angel he just wanted to be friends with u' sir you don't know how to speak dog how do you know if it's actually telling me to prepare my prayers? Shdhgdhdgd sorry for oversharing but I just wanted to tell u where this came from and I also want to see others suffer the same thing. Thankss ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️)

A/N: Of course, thank you so much for the request❤️ I laughed so hard while writing this 😂 It was so much fun to do. Here you go luv, I hope you like it!

Characters: Ran, Takemichi, Shinichiro, Baji, Chifuyu

Ran

The poor bastard never expected to be face-to-face with your personal bloodhound and it was all Rindou’s fault. The younger haitani was used to coming over your house and he knew you had a dog, so when Ran told him he’d be “borrowing” you for the night to study, best believe he made sure not to mention a word about the canine that guarded you and your house.

Was screaming like a little girl when the dog started barking as it towered over him, looking like it was ready to make the lanky male its next chew toy.

He thought that if he was going to die, he’d make sure he didn't get his face messed up too bad.

“ANYTHING BUT THE FACE!”

While Ran was screaming bloody murder and begging for his life to a hundred pound dog, you were innocently watching the whole commotion through the home camera that was installed.

“Y/n why the fuck do you have that demonic mutt in your house?!” “ ‘Demonic’? He’s a sweetheart, he wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

Ran believed that it was utter bullshit, especially after he almost had his gorgeous face mauled.

No matter how much you reassured him, he didn’t dare come near the dog.

Complained that he could’ve died because you nor Rindou told him that you had a dog.

He spends the whole night fighting with the dog for your attention and when it would get too close to him, he would use you as a shield.

He definitely considered the idea of poisoning it at some point.

When it was time to leave he made a mental note to murder Rindou when he saw him after putting him in a near-death experience.

Takemichi

The poor soul passed out right then and there when he was face to face with your “human friendly” pet.

Chifuyu suggested that he should get some ‘tutoring’ from you since he was struggling so much in class.

His friend was an idiot, so of course he forgot to mention that the pet you had was a Doberman.

His screams were definitely mistaken for a little girl’s scream. The whole neighborhood could hear him.

When you come to see what is happening, you see Takemichi knocked out cold while your dog covers him in drool as he licks his face.

“A-am I dead?” “No, you idiot! My baby would never hurt someone!”

Genuinely thought you were crazy to think something as big as your Doberman wouldn’t jump at the chance to chew his limbs off.

He makes up an excuse that he was just stopping by and didn’t need any tutoring.

Cries to Chifuyu that he almost died because of him.

“If I die, I’ll make sure I drag you to hell with me!” Quoted a teary-eyed Takemitchy.

Shinichiro

The older Sano just wanted to spend some time with you after a stressful day, but was thrown into despair after seeing a Doberman greet him in your living room.

The poor soul gets chased around your house for a whole hour before you come home to see him hitting your dog with a pillow.

“Y/n! Thank god! PLEASE HELP ME!”

When you explain to him that you recently had gotten a dog for extra protection, it made him offended. Why get a dog when you have someone that would protect you with their life? Let alone someone who has a whole gang backing him up.

He would complain that you could’ve gotten a medium sized dog instead of asking hell for one of its' bloodhounds to be your canine companion.

When he tries to smoke, the dog would growl at him as a warning not to smoke around you.

When he tells Wakasa and Benkei about what had happened, they admit that they also had similar encounters with your dog. They secretly made a pack that if they were to encounter your dog without you around again, they’d fight it off together.

“If one of us goes down, then we all go down” - Shinichiro.

One day, he brought his siblings over to your house with him and your dog instantly fell in love with the two. (Complained later on that the dog was trying to replace him)

Manjiro and Emma teased him for being a wimp and he had threatened to feed them to the dog, but ended up almost having his hand bitten off afterwards.

Baji

He was used to dealing with animals at the pet shop, especially angry cats, but dealing with a huge ass Doberman was a different story.

The moment he walks in your house, he is greeted with your angry-looking Doberman with small bits of meat decorating its teeth.

He genuinely thought you had been eaten by it.

In an attempt to get away, he throws his backpack at it while running out the door.

He ends up bumping into you and is relieved yet confused at the same time.

It takes you two whole hours just to get him to calm down.

“He doesn’t bite Baji!” “You weren’t the one that thought it ate their friend.”

When he sees Chifuyu at the pet shop, he makes sure that they don’t end up taking in any big dogs like the one he had encountered with you.

Has nightmares about his cats getting murdered by your dog for the next two weeks.

Chifuyu

Similar to Baji, Chifuyu is an expert at handling animals, but not huge dogs.

You and him were studying for an upcoming exam and you had forgotten that you needed to feed your dog.

Now, in Chifuyu’s mind he thinks you have one of those small-sized puppies girl’s usually like. But, he’s proven wrong when you come back with a huge Doberman following behind you, already eyeing Chifuyu as his dinner.

At the moment, it looked like you were going to feed him to the dog.

He starts to beg for forgiveness for whatever he’s done wrong to make you want to use him as a human sacrifice.

Goes on and on about stuff he did wrong while clinging on to your leg.

Poor Chifuyu was in a state of panic, until you shook him hard enough for him to get his act together.

“Chifuyu he’s trained, he won’t eat you.” “Last time I checked you don’t speak dog language! What if he plans to eat me behind your back!”

He thinks it’s jealous of him because you guys are close.

Forces you to come over his house if you want to see Peke J. because he firmly believes your dog will try to murder his cat out of spite.

Wanted Baji to suffer the same thing he went through, but ended up getting the shit beat out of him afterwards.

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Disconnect from the Details

I’m apparently still brainrotting for James... hmm. This one isn’t technically a sequel to “Sorry (Isn’t Enough)” but it follows a plot thread from it briefly. 1.7k words

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This isn’t personal. You can’t make it personal, James thought sharply to himself. He had both hands braced on his desk and he was leaning on them, head bowed between his arms. You’re better than that. You know how to ignore your feelings. So just do it.

He ground his teeth.

Love. Marcus called the asset Love. The same precious pet name James called his own—

James growled low in his throat in frustration. You’re better than this, James. You have to be. The entire world needs you to get this done. You can’t make it personal.

He flicked a finger and his computer monitor sprang to life on the other side of the desk. James circled it and watched the isolated security camera footage again. Marcus and the asset’s interactions when they thought they were alone and unsupervised. The way Marcus apologized and begged the asset to change, but the asset couldn’t. Nothing they were programmed with would allow them to suppress the obsession code.

A vein pulsed in James’ temple.

Maybe he had to fight the urge to make this personal because it was personal. Maybe he was so pissed about this whole thing because of how many times he’d done the same thing. Apologized to the person he loved over and over again—and never changed his behavior. He always just accepted the next job. He’d missed two anniversaries now. He’d missed his partner’s birthday. His partner didn’t care much about the MoonBound solstice considering they were unempowered, but he liked celebrating it with them, and he’d missed that too. He’d been away from home for… had it been a year, yet? He’d lost track. He was used to spending weeks or months in a hotel somewhere, but this was different. He had to stay on-site with everyone else at the Project Meridian facility. He couldn’t separate work from life as easily as before. He used to be able to call his partner from the hotel on other jobs whenever he had a second.

Here, it was nothing like before.

He grabbed his mouse roughly and forcibly shut down the video player showing the security camera footage of Marcus and the asset from last night. Feeling like he was going to combust, he clicked open an email to the Department.

To Whom It May Concern, I need to call my partner ASAP or I am GOING to lose my mind. Best, James

He hit “Send” and shoved away from his desk to look out the window. His hold on his powers was wavering—like when they first manifested and he was lost in the Telepathy with no one to teach him how to control the magic. He’d heard whispers from the unguarded minds of demons and daemons at Department buildings that magic was simply the next step after emotion. He knew from experience that had to be true. His powers were always hardest to control when his emotions were running high. He’d never once breached his partner’s boundaries even then, but there were times that took all his willpower.

Jimmy, he heard his partner’s voice whisper from his memories. Jimmy, I need you to breathe.

He took a deep breath through his nose, slowly exhaling out his mouth. He was so close to the windows that he fogged the glass a bit. It was colder here than it was at home. He didn’t like it. He’d grown up in a warm environment and his cold tolerance was lacking. He just wanted to go home.

Stupid, he thought. You’re stupid, James. This project could have been close to finished by now if you hadn’t hesitated on that damn code. It has to be removed. Why did you wait? Why did you think letting it play out was a good idea? You should have nipped it in the bud the moment you realized what was happening.

He slammed the side of a fist into the glass. It didn’t break and barely wobbled under the force of the impact.

Jimmy, his partner’s voice soothed again. You need to breathe. Relax, baby. I know you like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, but no one can bear that forever. Not even you.

If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel their hand brushing his black hair away from his forehead, gently trailing their fingertips over his skin to cup the side of his face. If he concentrated hard enough, he could remember the feeling of their lips on his the morning he left. The desperate kisses, trying to make up for all the ones that would be missed while he was away.

Boo-da-ling!

He whirled around to see his computer monitor had a small yellow box in the corner of the open window.

1 New Message from D.U.M.P. Show Ignore

He snatched his mouse and clicked Show.

The email window flickered to change its display.

James, Permission granted to call your partner. Best, Faye Prowse, Department of Uniform Magical Practices

James typed a quick reply thanking Faye and scrambled to grab his office phone once the email had been sent.

He plunked his partner’s number—that he’d long since memorized—into his office phone.

Why were his hands shaking?

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! Ring-ri—

“James?”

A wash of relief passed through his entire body. “Hey love,” he greeted.

“Why didn’t the Department let me know we had a call scheduled?”

“This one was… impromptu,” James replied. “There’s been a lot of pressure on me lately and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I just… I needed to hear your voice.” He released a sigh, exhaling the bone-deep tension he’d been carrying. “I emailed them a couple minutes ago and told them if I didn’t get to talk to you I’d lose my mind.”

“You didn’t actually say it like that,” they remarked.

“I did.”

His partner started to laugh. If James could trade all the magic in his Core for the ability to hear that sound every day, he would. For years, they’d been the only person in his life before the academy who knew about his powers. They still were. He wasn’t going to tell his parents unless he absolutely had to—and that was unlikely. Sure he’d made friends like himself at the academy, but none of his school friends from his unempowered life had any clue apart from his partner. He’d told them when they were just best friends from childhood and were most of the way through high school when he couldn’t stand keeping the secret anymore. Before he knew about covert and the Department and what both of those would end up doing to his life.

Their life. The one the two of them were supposed to share.

His partner sighed through their laughter. “Oh Jimmy. Leave it to you to be that blunt with your bosses,” they said fondly.

“I’m blunt with everyone. It gets things done.”

That sparked their amusement anew. “Of course, baby. Of course.” They took a deep breath. “But you’re having a hard time?”

“There’s just… a lot of pressure.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s the nature of most of these jobs. This one is just… worse than usual. And I needed to talk to you to keep me sane.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

James shook his head, even though he knew they couldn’t see him. “I don’t think I can. The Department monitors this line for covert breaches.”

His partner sighed. “Jimmy,” they said softly. “Disconnect from the details, and tell me what’s wrong. Are the other people you’re working with behaving disrespectfully?”

He thought for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “One, in particular. He’s disrespecting the project as a whole—and severely disrespecting the… other person this job is mainly counting on. It’s slowing us down. And… it’s hard not to take the disrespect personally.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Can you do something about it?”

Remove the code, he thought. Let the asset decide how to react to Marcus’ abuses. “Actually… yes. I think I can.” A smile of relief tilted the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, love.”

They chuckled. “Without me you’d get too caught up to take a second to step back and look at things from an outside perspective,” they teased. “I know I can’t know all the details of everything you do, but I don’t have to. The details aren’t important to me. You are. And if I need to steer you in the right direction, I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jimmy. Now go kick that project’s ass.”

James laughed. For the first time in weeks, he laughed. Genuine and loving and amused. “I guess I’ll do just that,” he said. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course,” they replied. “How much more time do we have on this call?”

“They didn’t give me a limit, but I should probably keep it short.”

“That’s probably for the best. I guess I’ll just look forward to our hour-long call next week.”

“I guess so. I’ll be eagerly awaiting it myself.”

“Let me know how you’re feeling about that disrespectful person when we can talk again. I hope it gets better.”

“I think it will,” James said. “I’ll keep you updated.”

“Good. I’m proud of you, James.”

“Thanks, love.” He made a kiss noise into the microphone. They made the noise back. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Talk to you soon,” they promised.

He took a deep breath and hung up the phone. Not before he caught a rushed, “Love you!” from his partner. He smiled fondly at the phone. Love you too, he thought.

He got up from his desk and went to the door to one of the guards passing by in the corridor. “Bring the asset to me at the first available opportunity,” he said.

The guard nodded at him. “Sir,” they acknowledged before trotting off with more purpose.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted James #Redacted Audio #James #Starlit Fic

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prayantis · 1 year

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Dog’s gotta make a living

Manhunt oc au writing

Veltun danced their fingers over an array of tools in his bag before ending the dance on a scalpel, gently taking it out of its pocket.

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do?” They questioned the man that lay strapped onto the bed. The man squirmed in his place at the sight of the scalpel. “Please,” he begged “I, I have a kid!”

“I have to make an incision, and er, then we’ll see what happens.” The doctor continued, ignoring the man’s plead. He took the scalpel and dragged it over the man’s body.

The man howled in agony. His eyes tightly shut themselves. Veltun continued its business and opened the man’s stomach at the cuts they’d made.

The door suddenly slammed into the wall, being kicked down by them.

The man’s eyes opened to see the source of the noise.

The figure who stood at the door wore a long, large black and red fur coat that matched it’s long hair, being also red and black. Continuing the red came in the shirt, which was open at the top before being closed at the end. They stepped into the light showing their cigarette that hung in their mouth.

“Are you done?”

“Yes, hello to you too dad-“ the doctor paused. “Director” he spoke sharply. It came over and stuffed a cloth into the victim that lay bleeding on the bed to keep him quiet.

“Well are you?”

Veltun took a camera from it’s stand and handed it over to the figure. “I am.”

The director took the camera, pressing on a button to make it release a tape. “Thank you, doctor.” They said cheerfully. “I’ll get this edited down for our people later.”

The doctor just nodded before walking back to the man that bleed on the table. “What is that it?” The director asked raising its arms. “No goodbye kiss for daddy?”

Veltun struck his middle finger at them.

“Oh you’re too sweet Vel!” Vernexo gleefully said as they skipped into the room, swinging his arms. “Do you need any help working the camera?” The doctor grabbed a new tape and pressed it into its slot into the camera.

“Does it look like I need any help?”

The director shook his head, before looking to the couch in the room and deciding that it was gonna be it’s bed for the evening. “I’ll just take a nap down here then, you know how screams put me to bed!” They cheered.

Veltun rolled their eyes, “I’d apologize for that but,” it peeled back the man’s skin, “I think you want me to apologize for that!”

Vernexo took refuge in the couch, laying its body down and curling into a ball. They dozed off to sleep as the man screamed in agony. Sleeping, just like they had done on that faithful night so long ago…

The early night left Vernexo wanting.

The bottle fit perfectly into their hand. As if it was meant to be! It had to be. It was a sign, that film school was a scam and they were doomed to be a wannabe director. Film school, they thought. What a stupid idea. He should’ve just stayed on the ranch, it’s what was expected, it’s what should’ve happened. But no,

Vernexo had to be different, had to be an artist, and it’s media was films!

So, xe went to film school, and graduated. If only they told you that the big world wasn’t ready for all the ideas Vernexo had. No one gave a shit about how it’s a metaphor for racism, classism and all the fucking shit that’s normalized now. All they wanted was a feel good movie about silly demons and angels, and to get a diversity hire.

Vernexo wandered the streets, chugging the bottle every now and then. He stared at the gate. “Carcer City Graveyard” they kicked the gates open and stumbled into the yard. Hopefully it’d get to read something good off a tombstone that’d make them laugh and forget about his troubles.

Vernexo ambled through rows of tombstones with nothing interesting on them. He stopped to take a drink of the bottle once more, after taking their drink, he looked around for something seemly interesting.

It’s gaze paused at a tombstone underneath a tree, the branches hung over the tombstone making it almost impossible to see. As if, hidden.

“Here I come!” They drunkly slurred out.

He tumbled over to the hidden grave before falling to his knees to read the grave. He took another drink of the bottle as he read.

“Lionel Starkweather. 1952 - 2003. Director and beloved friend and man.”

“Jesus fuck! Starkweather!”

Vernexo had seen and watched films of Starkweather, who was quite well known even out of the States. While his name had fallen into obscurity over the years, they remembered watching his one of films in the theaters.

It had been a drama, quite experimental and a bit on the crazier side. Quite colorful too.

“Damn Starkweather, I can’t believe you’re dead! I guess that’s what I get for not having a TV. I loved that really fucked up film you made in the 80s! I didn’t understand it until I was an adult and when I didn’t understand it; I made it like, my WHOLE personality for years!” They ranted.

He’d gotten thirsty after talking and drank more of the alcohol. Realizing they had finished the entire bottle, they chucked it to the side before passing out.

About an hour passed with xe dreaming of going to the ranch once more to see the family and-

Vernexo felt a kick in xir legs, and heard a deep and raspy voice.

“Hey, you’re on my friend’s grave. Get off.”

“Oh sorry about that.” They said after gaining consciousness again. It rolled off the grave and onto the dirt. Closing his eyes once more to sleep again.

“Why are you even here?” The voice interrogated.

Xe rolled onto xir back, “I just thought that we should speak, director to director you know?”

“You’re a director?”

“YES, the world is just not ready for me, maybe if I’m still alive in 20 years my films will be ready!”

The masked man looked around before crouching down to Vernexo, “I’m a producer, and I think you could be my new director.” He whispered.

Vernexo took a second to register. Looking at the ground and back to the figure again. “For real?!”

“For real.” The man reassured, he offered his hand.

“I’m Mr. Nasty.”

Vernexo grabbed his new boss’s hand, “Vernexo W. Vesper, at your service!”

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Oh yes, I always hope we see something of her too when he holds his phone up to the camera... Thanks for the idea for another story. Your Strawberry

A message

He heard the clock strike midnight and fretted. He had promised his wife to stop early today and spend the evening with her. This meeting was supposed to be over by now, but it was dragging on. Unfortunately, he couldn't help it at the moment, but he would apologise profusely to her later. For now, all he could do was try to stay alert and end it quickly.

Since they had to do some research to get further, everyone reached for their mobile phones and searched. When he found what he wanted, he triumphantly held up his mobile phone to his staff. They glanced at it, but their reaction was strange. No one said anything. A moment later, they sat back and looked coyly to the side. He withdrew his mobile and realised he had grabbed his private phone instead of his professional one. He guessed before he saw it that his staff had not saw his search result. Silently, he turned his phone so that he could see the display again and read: "When are you coming to bed? I'm waiting!" Above it, in large letters, was his wife's name.

Without being able to hold it back, he started laughing heartily. He saw his staff relax and a grin appear on their faces. "Well, gentlemen. It's getting late and my wife is calling for me." He seized this golden opportunity. "Perhaps we should postpone our meeting until tomorrow?" As usual, they agreed with him, quickly packed up and took their leave. They were probably glad to have escaped this situation. When his office was empty, he remained sitting for a moment, grinning. So it was that easy to get rid of them. He had to remember that trick. He suspected, however, that his wife would not find it as funny as he did.

Sighing, he rose and went to his private flat. As announced, he found his wife in bed. She was reading a book. As soon as she noticed him, she lowered the book. Irritated, she looked at him. "I didn't expect you to come so soon." "Your wish is my command," he grinned wryly at her. "What happened?" she asked in alarm, sitting up. He settled down on the edge of the bed beside her and explained. "There was a little mishap." Questioningly, she looked at him. "We had just been doing some research. I found it first and wanted to show the others my findings." Forebodingly, she asked, "Yes?" He ran his hand through his hair and added, "I had accidentally searched on my personal mobile phone and when I held it up to my staff..." "Did my message appear?" she asked in shock. He pressed his lips together and nodded. She slapped her hands in front of her face. "You're not serious?" she asked again. "Yes, I am," he admitted.

"Tell me you didn't make it worse," she then begged. "No," he reassured her, "I ended the session then." "How exactly?" she asked, guessing that wasn't all. "I told them it was getting late." "And that was all?" she hitched. He shook his head briefly. "Now say it," she demanded. "I told them it was getting late," he repeated, adding quickly, "and that my wife was calling for me." He heard her gasp in horror, "You didn't say that!" Defensively, he raised both hands, "They smirked and I could postpone the session until tomorrow." She let herself sink back into the pillows, "This is so embarrassing." "Which exactly, your text or my reaction?" he inquired. "Both!"

Then it burst out of him again and he laughed. Horrified, she looked at him. "You think that's funny?" He nodded. "When I saw what you wrote to me and I realised that my staff had read it, I just had to laugh. What else was I supposed to do?" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm never texting you again," she stipulated. "How can you mix up your phones?" He grinned at her, "Why would you text me like that? I should have laughed like that too." "Touché," she admitted. He nodded. "Let's look on the bright side," he advised mischievously, "now I have time for you." That made her laugh after all and he rewarded himself with a kiss from her.

Hellooooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Hahahahaha loved that you picked Anon’s idea and wrote a piece about it! What a good laugh I had with it 😂❤️

Now, who also wants to know if something similar already happened? Because I can totally see him just messing up his phones 😂 And I don’t know why I just imagined him laughing all reddish (like that scene of Nemo peeing on the fireplace) at it while replying “my wife is calling for me” 😈😂 Hahahaha imagine Brigitte sending him a photo too 🤭😂

Thank you so much, Strawberry, for making me laugh with this! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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apex-academy · 1 year

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Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#3)

I don’t feel much like socializing after lunch. Fatigue from all the cooking and delivering, probably. Or maybe me not wanting to interact with any similarly depressed people.

Or with Tsunyasha and Ichiriki. Whatever they are.

I’ll have plenty of time to play pool, as far as I know, but the filing cabinet might be more urgent. I’ll go for that first, then.

I find the key and head upstairs.

“Where did I leave off...?”

Hmm... Itsurou? I don’t think I made it to him.

“And I skipped over Aki’s, too, right?”

Do I really feel like doing this? Will I ever? I could try waiting...

But we’re all falling apart at this point. If looking for information is just about all I can do to get us out of here, then I’m going to do it. Nobody’s given me any better ideas than hunting down the mastermind and forcing them to give us the exit code. And when all you’ve got is a hammer...

Or a key, in this case.

I shuffle the tiny key out of my pocket and get it into the keyhole with an unpleasant series of metallic grinding noises. Have to wonder how old this junk is. From the dents alone, I’m guessing a good few years. Still haven’t seen any documents older than our own class, but I’ve only just started looking through. I’ll keep an eye out.

I silently fish out Itsurou’s folder—thinner than most of the ones in his own filing cabinet—but I don’t get it open before a flash of movement makes me freeze.

“...”

I don’t hear a thing. Was it just a stray lock of hair moving? Or am I being watched?

Besides by the cameras.

File still in hand, I slowly start to turn—

“What foolishness, dare I ask, is this?”

I jump and slap the folder to my chest so I don’t drop it. Sure doesn’t make me look any less conspicuous, though. How did she get right in front of me?

“Besides you sneaking up on me?”

“Ohoho. Had i been ‘sneaking up’ on you...”

“...you’d never know until you were already dead.”

Think I’d have trouble knowing much of anything at that point.

As I take a deep breath, Tsunyasha twirls a knife around her finger. That must be what I saw before.

“No foolishness here. Just checking some spots I missed earlier.”

“Of course. You mortals do have such trouble observing all there is around you, hmm? Even within your own plane.”

“Truly sad creatures.”

“I assume you’re not doing the same, then.”

She shakes her head. “Merely keeping a close eye on you lot.”

“....”

With her, I can’t even say whether half-stalking me is suspicious or not. But it’s definitely strange to stand here having a perfectly normal conversation after... all of that.

"Normal” relative to her, I mean.

“.....”

“Oh? Do you take issue with my methods?”

“Well, yes, generally, but. Not what I was thinking about.”

How could I phrase this in a way she might answer?

“I was just wondering... Where were you, during the last trial?”

“I beg your pardon?”

All right, that didn’t do it.

“What’s the last thing you remember from...”

“...when Kaichi was still alive?”

“...”

“I’ve no need to entertain your meaningless questions.”

“Meaningless?”

“Yes. Do recall I’m not restrained to such concepts as ‘time,’ as you mortals are.”

“Right...” Strike two.

“But you do know that Kaichi’s gone?”

“Of course.”

“And Yuki?”

She shakes her with a sigh.

“You are not the first to ask me of these things, dark one.”

“Do be assured I’m quite well aware of everything.”

“Including how you were acting during trial?”

“The trial for the legless one?”

“Ignoring your horrendous taste in nicknames, yes.”

“You dare reduce my holy epithets to ‘nicknames’?”

Hm, yeah, remembering why I don’t like talking to her.

“Fine, I repent, whatever—just, what was going on there?”

It takes her a second to switch back out of her holy vengeance mode or whatever, but at least she is cooperating.

“Ah, of course. I’m sure it’s quite difficult for one such as yourself to grasp, but I myself was not present.”

“No? Then who was present?”

“No one. A mere shell of one of my temporal forms.”

Not even trying to make sense of that one.

“I was surely engaging other planes in righteous battle at the time. But that is nothing you lot could hope to perceive.”

“I admit I do wonder what it must look like from the outside, to those who know nothing of these matters.”

“Looked like you were dissociating. Heavily. For hours.” Is that actually possible, strictly speaking? Even I never had it that bad, I don’t think. Not for such a solid block of time.

“...”

“I suppose there’s no need to wonder, then. How dull.”

“...”

And so we have her answers, whatever any of them actually mean. I doubt I’ll ever figure out if she remembers anything from her time “on other planes.” At least, not in any remotely direct way. Maybe I can come up with a Tsunyasha-ese translation later, but I’m not feeling up to the effort. Not sure why I’m trying this hard now, even.

Guess I’d like to know if she’s actually okay, in any meaning of the word. But we’re not friends. Maybe it's none of my business. Someone else can give it a shot, if they haven’t already.

“.......” What friends does she even have here? Maybe Kanagi?

I would’ve guessed Yuki, but...

...Whatever. It’s not my responsibility. If she doesn’t want to admit to anything, then I won’t push her.

Though it could be more about not being able to admit to anything.

“.....................”

Either way, trying to force an answer won’t get me anywhere. We can both look for a good therapist if we survive. That’s about all I’ve got.

“A mortal among mortals, hmm?”

I look up to see Tsunyasha browsing through a file.

The one I’d been holding.

“Hey—!”

“Hmm? Is there an issue, worm?”

“Perhaps you’re foolish enough to try concealing something from me?”

That’s not even my file? “Look all you want, just consider asking for the thing instead of swiping it right out of my hands?”

She tuts. “ ‘Swiping.’ Is that the deepest understanding of my techniques you can come to?”

“The deepest understanding of any part of you, seems like.”

“Unfortunate.”

She claps the folder shut with an intentional amount of noise. I have no idea if she took anything, but at least the file's clearly not empty.

“Imagine your failing health hanging over your head every waking moment of your breath of a life. Truly pitiable.”

She sets the file on the desk beside her and retreats to the door without a sound.

“Very well, enjoy your ‘checking,’ mortal.”

“After all, you haven’t long left yourself.”

She’s gone before I can ask if that was a threat. Then again, there’s no reason to believe her answer would be any clearer.

“........”

Tsunyasha... For all her posturing, she still hasn’t murdered anyone. Is she just waiting for the right motive, or has she never had killing intent at all?

Does she think it’s more amusing to watch us kill each other instead?

“..........”

Do I trust Tsunyasha? It’s harder to see her as a threat the more time passes. But someone has to be the “young master.” Right?

“I’ll never figure it out if I stop looking.”

That’s what this file quest is all about, anyway, right?

So let’s get to it.

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Hello, this is me again, Monica. Everyone, proceed with caution, this is high heat. Monica, as my main viewer, i hope you`ll enjoy it.

I think i was brief in my first ask so let me expand my idea a little and add heat at the end: I like when camboy aus start with one needing money and this is being the reason why he starts doing this kind of work. And this is perfect for PuenTalay. I really want to see Talay living second secret life as a camboy and it's being parallel with Puen's two lifes (as an actor and as an individual with private time?). We love parallels in Vice Versa house. But what is more important, i want Talay to start it for himself too. If he couldn't find pleasure in previous intercourses, maybe he needs to take this matter in his own hands.

When he creates page for himself, he very actively chats with a lot of people who subscribed to it, asks for their preferences, advices (Talay always approaches everything responsibly, ah, he's so cute). But to ask and to do is two different things, so he struggled a lot at the begging. After a few attempts, he collected a certain number of subscribers and even earned some money, but he didn't do very well. But he's very lucky in a sense that universe hears him and sees his struggles, so she sends Puen to him (just like in the series) <3 I think it was just usual evening for Puen, he was surfing the internet alone and since he drank a few glasses of dry red wine, he decided to make his evening even more pleasant. He just typed his request into qooqle with gs and opened the most popular website with live shows. Let everything that happens in real time be highlighted on the first page for the plot (we give everyone, even the most beginners, a chance) and when Puen saw this body, he stopped to scrolling and looked with his mouth open. Talay just started and he was in the frame almost full-length. He slowly spun around, giving his viewers a chance to look all over his body. And as we already established, Puen is obsessed with Talay and his ass. This happened in this universe too. Puen stared so intently and when Talay finally turned to face the camera, groan escaped from Puen's mouth in protest. Talay was wearing shorts, he threw away his shirt at the very beginning. He tilted the camera tripod slightly and sat down on the bed so that his body could be clearly seen and got down to business.

After Talay's live ended, Puen created an acc, subscribed to his page, tipped him and opened his dms, inundating Talay with questions. Hello, do you know that your body is gorgeous? I bet you see messages like this a hundred times a day. How long have you been doing this? It seems like not long. You were so shy, I couldn't hear you. How am i so lucky to find you? And so on and on. Talay was honestly EMBARRASSED, but he felt like he needed a help so he decided to talk with this stranger. This is how they started chatting quite often. I think it will be fun if Puen helps him in some way. He will sugges to close Talay`s live shows only for those who pay for a subscription with the ability to chat with Talay and make small videos for everyone else. And since Talay doesn't have a lot of experience in this field, he can help him to get in the mood and tell him what to do during lives and to help him brainstorming ideas for the videos. Talay didn't expect to find himself a manager (lmao) and he decided to take some time to think.

After Talay agreed, he asked for Puen's name. He teased him and referred to him as P'Dang, but Puen told him to call himself Tun. There's a lot of Puens in Thailand, but he couldn't risk even a little. And so their friendship began. They added each other in messenger because the chat on this site was not convenient for long-term communication, plus they couldn't risk to open this kind of site in public (and they both wanted their messages to be saved somewhere). Somehow imperceptibly, they began to talk about everything. Puen sent him memes and Talay always pretended that his sense of humor was so-so, but he smiled at the phone screen. They discussed movies they watched. They discussed their favourite food. Talay knew Puen is rich and travels a lot and Puen even told him that he works with celebrities (the closest thing to the truth that he could afford). Puen knew Talay's struggling with following his dream and helping his brother and mother. And, of course, they did lives.

Since the first time Puen watched his live, he asked Talay to let him help him. So they created new chat just for this. Talay opened it every time he went live and did what Puen told him to (well, when Puen had time). Sometimes he did lives alone, but he preferred to do it with Puen, he felt more confident. Once they talked and Talay turned his camera on for Puen only. He put on a mask as always and sat there, before Puen's eyes. Puen jokingly wrote in their chat 'Take off your shirt'. When Puen noticed that Talay did as he was told, he froze. 'I didn't know that you wanted to go live today?' - 'No, i... wanted to show you something. Your gift.' Talay's cheeks reddened and he looked away from camera. 'You sent me money and i brought it yesterday. You chose it and i wanted to let you know... how it fits.' - Puen bit his lip. This is not a dream. How could this boy be so perfect?

'It's...with you now?' 'Mm.' 'Then... I can't wait to see. But let's take our time. First, put your hand around your throat and squeeze slightly. Pinch your nipples, make it hard, play with them a little. Yes, like that. Caress your abs. What a gorgeous body you have. Turn onto your stomach, lift your hips and lower your shorts. Show me how my toy spreads you open. Grab the base of the toy and move it inside. Move it harder. I want to know that you like it, be a little louder. Fuck yourself with it. Good boy. Now leave the toy inside and turn onto your back. Take your shorts off completely. Show me how wet you are. Good, so good. Caress the inside of your thighs. Imagine how i bite you here and leave a few marks (Talay pinches his inner thighs, he wants Tun to bite him here, he wants him to leave marks). You can't touch your cock, even if it's so pretty, you don't know how much i want to lick it. Just turn on the vibrating function and you can touch yourself anywhere you want but not your cock, okay? You look so good, laying under me, panting and leaking on your stomach. You like my toy so much, don't you. I know you are almost there. Do you feel good? Tell me. 'it feels so g-good, T-tun...' - Talay panted and caressed his neck, his chest, his sides, his hips, his buttocks. He caressed around his hole, touching the place where Tun's toy so diligently was working to bring him to the finish. 'T-tun, are you still here... Tun...' - Talay pressed on the base of the toy, trying to make it go even deeper and cried out. Puen stared at his screen intently. He touched himself and couldn't write to the chat anymore. His little chaotic Sea stole his breath away (Of course Talay's nickname was chaos-at-the-sea. I'm not sorry for this). Because of the intensity of sensations, Talay arched his back and finished all over his stomach, whimpering the name of the one that brought him to the highest height of pleasure (for the first time in his life). 'T-tun, can i turn that off, p-please, it's too much...' - Talay started to feel overstimulated but he was waiting for Puen's permission, so he layed here, shuddering and breathing heavily. He is so amazing, thought Puen. He stopped what he was doing and wrote 'Of course you can. You did so good, you were wonderful, my Sea. You made me feel so good, i couldn't take my eyes off you. I'm still looking at you'. - Talay read this and turned the toy off, but left it inside. He put his hand on his abs and started to play with his cum, smearing it all over his skin. Usually he felt a little gross if cum got on his skin, but he wanted to indulge Tun more. 'If you were here with me, would you cum all over me like this?' - Talay asked. Puen's brain short curriculed. 'I would like that. As much as i would like...' - he opened his legs wide to show Tun the toy. 'I like it. Thank you for the gift, Tun. But wouldn't it feel even better if you... put your cock inside.' - The blush had not yet left Talay's face, but now his cheeks began to burn and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Puen was still sitting on the bed. His hands was still on the laptop keyboard, his mouth was slightly open and a small string of drool flowed from the corner of his lips. He didn't blink. His whole body began to tremble. He was never harder in his entire life, he felt like the breeze from the open window would make him cum. He didn't move, he just wanted for this to never end.

Talay closed his eyes. It all started to overwhelm him, but in a good way. He felt like he really could feel Tun's eyes on himself. He felt wanted. 'Tun, i-...' - Talay took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 'I can do it one more time, if you want.' - He opened his eyes to look at their chat. Puen started to write.

'What are you doing to me. You look so gorgeous like this, chest heaving, legs opened for me. I wish i could see how pleasure reflects on your face and the blush coloring your cheeks. Do you want to feel me? I would let you. I would let you do anything you want. Do you want me to touch you? To use my hand, tease you with light strokes, make you hard? Or do you want me to lick you? I'll use my tongue everywhere, I'll start with your beautiful neck, move lower and lick your chest and suck on your nipples, I'll lick your hard abs, your cock, god, it's so lovely, i want to taste it so much, I'll eat you out, just remove this toy, I'll put my tongue inside ('T-tun!'- heard Puen from the dynamics but he couldn't stop). Mm, you're stunning everywhere, I'll lick around your pretty hole until you'll beg me to stop. I'll lick the inside of your thighs and leave hickeys here, your calves, bite small bone on your ankle and kiss your toes. Then I'll tell you to roll over onto your stomach and start this all over again. I'll massage your calves, caress your hips, I'll squeeze your asscheeks and spread them open. I want to leave a few bites on them and then i want to bury my face between them, your ass is fucking magnificent, I'll make you so wet i would be able to insert finger without any problems. But you don't want it. You want me to keep you spread open, you want me to loom over you, to press my chest against your back and push inside. Right? You want to feel my cock stretching you. You want to know how full it'll make you feel. I'll do everything to make you lose your mind, I'll ruin you for everyone else. I'll start slowly, i want you to get used to it and when you'll ask me to go faster, I'll continue to go slow. Then I'll change pace a little, I'll wrap my arm around your stomach and thrust deeper, I'll make sure to brush your sweet spot on every push of my hips. I want to hear you begging me to go faster, to hold you closer, to kiss-...' Puen abruptly stopped. Talay wore different masks during his lives and sometimes you could see his lips really well. Puen wanted to sink his teeth into Talay's full lower lip since he first saw it. 'To kiss your neck. You told me it's pretty sensitive... I should grab your chin, lift your face to make it easier. God, i should put my fingers inside your mouth, mm? Let you suck it or just drool around it. Let you know what it feels like to be stuffed from both ends. Do it, do it right now.' - Puen finally looked at the screen. Talay was holding the base of the toy, moving it inside. He lifted another hand and put fingers in his mouth. This sight made Puen grab his cock and he managed to stroke it a few times before he was unmade to pieces. He was coming, hard, with a load moan, keeping his eyes open and looking at Talay.

When he regained his breath, still staring at the work of art that was Talay in the middle of pleasuring himself, he wrote in the chat

'If i was there with you, I would come inside you.' - the image of man, clinging tightly to his back, pressing their cheeks together, holding his chin, pushing his fingers inside his mouth and the feeling of being filled to the brim made Talay cum for the second time in the evening.

IM DEAD IM DYING IVE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE I COULD KILL GOD I AM TRANSCENDING THE MORTAL PLANE IM EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE I NEED A MENTAL HEALTH INTERVENTION TEAM TO SEDATE ME IMMEDIATELY. I WISH I COULD LEAVE YOU A SOMEWHAT COHERENT COMMENT TO LET YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS AND HOW I ACTUALLY THINK IT WORKS SO WELL BUT IM PRETTY SURE YOU JUST SINGLEHANDEDLY WIPED OUT ANY KIND OF BRAIN FUNCTIONS I HAD LEFT AND SENT MY SOUL STRAIGHT TO TGE HEAVENS TELL GOD IM COMING UP AND I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT WHY

#IT TOOK ME ALMOST TWO HOURS TO PULL MYSELF BACK TOGETHER AND BE ABLE TO TYPE ANYTHING OUT AND THIS STILL SEEMS ENOUGH TO PROPERLY CONVEY #WHAT IM GOING THROUGH #I SWEAR I HAD THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BUT ALL I CAN DO RIGHT NOW IS SCREAMING YELLING HOWLING BARKING SCHREECHING SHRIEKING #THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON BUT ALSO I NOW NEED A 100K WORDS OF CAMBOY TALAY AND IDK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL #m: ask #puentalay #vice versa

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye.

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty.

No one believed you. And who would?

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him.

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year.

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them.

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions.

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front.

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?”

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing.

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out.

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you.

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy.

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter.

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt.

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.”

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze.

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place.

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep.

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently.

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.”

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache.

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested.

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name.

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.”

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.”

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock.

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too.

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves.

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.”

Oh, he gets it now.

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again.

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.”

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb?

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?”

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life.

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head.

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm.

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima.

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better.

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?”

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through.

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder.

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you.

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut.

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course.

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind.

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons?

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same.

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.”

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help.

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head.

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-”

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.”

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge.

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again.

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?”

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss.

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class.

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you.

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock.

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him.

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.”

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal.

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying.

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips.

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth.

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.”

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat.

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal.

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs.

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.”

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh.

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all.

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds.

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.”

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you.

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.”

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief.

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin.

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically.

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.”

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face.

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows.

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt.

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl.

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips.

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.”

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs.

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet.

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours.

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.”

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull.

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks.

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy.

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly.

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.”

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this?

“Say it.”

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now.

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.”

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed.

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.”

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it.

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt.

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy.

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up.

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.”

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth.

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy.

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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