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be-my-ally · 10 months

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Splashing Around Ch. 2.

Chapter one can be found here.

So hello, welcome back to my lil cute, OC inspired a lot by Arlene (but also by my 50s dreams) cute kissing haven. I have to apologise for how short this is - it was taking me forever to finish the next section, so I've decided to break up what was one loooong chapter into two teeny tiny ones so his draft notice, army el, arguments and more kissing (basically all the good stuff I can't wait to share) to come very very soon!!!!

I am, for those waiting on smut, cooking up a few things but I've been very, very, very, busy the past few weeks and can barely think about like, making a cup of tea, let alone putting words together in a way that makes sense so hang tight, it's coming.

wc: 3k.

sorry it's so short & so late - I think I've been promising *something* for like a month now, @whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen, @ellie-24 @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love but hey, here's something! I'm hoping it'll set me off writing and posting again.

shirtless elvis 1957 inspo pic:

c. July 16th - August/September 1957.

Elvis grabs a covered plate from the kitchen island, still dripping wet, before whisking it up the staircase to the side, depositing them both in his bedroom. Louise hadn’t been up this way yet, she’d briefly been shown around when he’d wanted to show off to her and the other girls; they’d all ended up piled onto his bed, stroking his hair and talking, but somehow the intimacy of going up these stairs, with him alone, made her feel like it was her first time witnessing this private space.

“Right, it’s uh,” He looks up and down at where she’s dripping onto the carpet, “probably for the best if you go on through there again.” He points through to the dressing room, “there’s uh, there’s towels and uhh, soap and all of them things in the bathroom there if you want a shower or anything.”

The storm crackles outside, but in the cushioned sound of the bedroom and dressing room it's almost impossible to tell, and Louise quickly busies herself, uncertain of how long Elvis would be preoccupied, and not wanting to keep him waiting. She does, however, take a little longer in the shower than she usually would - marvelling at the amount of hot water available that meant both of them could shower at the same time.

She’s carefully trying to roll her hair in her fingers, concentrating on her reflection in the mirror, when Elvis pokes his head in, sidling around the door until she waves him in fully. She immediately regrets it, realising she’s only half-dressed, sat in her underwear and her blouse on but unbuttoned.

“Oh - uh, Elvis! I’m not, quite, um ready for yo-” She watches him as he looks her over, he’s barely dressed himself, pants slung low on his hips, unbuttoned, and shirtless - but he’s entirely unself-conscious, holding the plate out to her, unlike the blush spreading across her body. She cringes a little, skittish, and he snaps himself out of it when he notices her nerves. He frowns, looking her over, and Louise feels the panic suddenly rising - is she not what he expected? He saw her in her swimsuit earlier…but it just feels different somehow now - maybe now, fresh-faced, she’s just not pretty enough? But he makes no comment on her body other than an attempt to ease her mind.

“Thought I told you girls to settle, ain’t no-one gonna do anything you don’t want, sweetheart - won’t touch ya, I swear it.” She swallows, she hadn’t been scared quite in that way, but she would be lying if she said his words hadn’t reassured her. Louise nods, slowly, uncertain of what to say next, but Elvis takes care of it - striding over to place the plate on the dressing table, whisking the cover off the top. “There’s cookies there. Help yourself, I’ve already had a dozen waitin’ for you to get outta the shower.”

“Oh! uh, I didn’t mean to keep you, I mean you could’ve just called - I didn’t mean to take -” She panics all over again, and he holds his hands up in an attempt to calm her,

“No, no, honey, re-lax, just meant I was waiting for you to be done s’all.” He shakes his head, “I promised you a blow-dry didn’t I?” He twists a strand of her hair in his fingers, “... how about I do yours and you do mine?”

“Uh, yeah,” She swallows, “yeah that works.”

His deft hands style her hair, but the whole time she can hardly breathe feeling his fingers against her scalp, finger-combing and gently twirling and twisting the strands of hair into some semblance of a do. She can’t take her eyes off of him in the mirror, a look of complete concentration on his face; almost a pout, with a slight furrow of his brow and his lips pushing forward as he focuses on his actions.

The dryer prevents all attempts at conversation - which is lucky, because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pay attention to a word he said, too focussed on trying to memorise the feel of his rings catching on a tangle - the tug somehow not feeling the same as when she brushes it, the sting making her shift in her seat, a dizzying feeling flooding through her body.

“There.” Elvis finishes with the blow-dryer, fluffing her hair like she’s at the salon, looking back at her in the mirror. Miraculously, for all the ridiculous ways he was twisting and turning to do it, he’s managed to achieve a fairly respectable blow-out. “There we are. Now, look how pretty you look. Oughta do it for you everyday - could be my new career.” He puffs out his chest, clearly proud of himself and Louise laughs,

“Hmm, I’m not sure all the other girls in the world would be pleased with that.”

“Well I ain’t worried ‘bout any of them other girls, only you, baby.” He’s looking a little bashful, folding his arms across his bare chest. She can’t stop the blush, or the grin, from overtaking her face. She takes a second to respond, struggling to think of a reply, something that would make him feel as giddy as she does, when she’s suddenly knocked half off of the bench. Elvis sat down, bumping her with his hip. “Ok, my turn!” Louise obediently hops up, smiling at his playfulness,

“Uh, ok - but I gotta warn you,” She nervously brings her hands up to touch his still-damp hair, it’s darker wet, but she can see where the dirty blonde is starting to shimmer through, “I haven’t ever dried a boy’s hair before, so, I might not do it very well and -”

“You’ll do fine, doll,” He shakes his head at her,

“Well, you might have to direct me,” His own smile grows wider, as if he’d expected she did this every weekend, and the knowledge that it was all new to her pleased him.

“S’ok honey, I trust you.” She does her best, fingers pulling gently to hold the hair this way and that, as he constantly wiggles around in the chair; but she can’t help but get a little distracted by his expression in the mirror. By the way he seems to be practising posing, as if unaware she’s watching the whole time. His pouty lips going from a half-smile to a scowl to a lip raised in quick succession.

Louise thinks back to it, sat with her legs across Elvis’, on his new couch that he had been oh-so-proud to show off a week or so ago, of how lucky she was to be chosen like this, to be able to have thread her fingers through his hair, or watch him carefully comb it into place after it was dry; to be so close to him that she could see the acne across his neck, the remnants of a shaving rash on his lower jaw. How many girls could say they’d gotten to do this? But with that thought comes the sobering reality that it has to end at some point, and she’d rather not outstay her welcome…it’s probably time for him to get ready for dinner, or for entertaining whoever he’d invited tonight.

“I’ve had a lovely day…thank you Elvis, it’s been really special…” She’s inching around the subject, she doesn’t want to leave, or for Elvis to say it’s time for her to go, but if he is she wants it to be from her prompting. She wants him to like her, desperately so, but she’s seen enough to know that she also doesn’t want to act too desperate, she wants to seem cool, and older than her years make her, mature about it all - aloof. She’s not though, and the relief she feels when he responds,

“You ain’t thinkin’ about leavin’ me now are you?” while tucking her further under his arm and against his chest, is immeasurable. She’s safely cocooned against his torso, his freshly showered scent; shaving lotion, laundry detergent, and underneath it all him, the smell of all of it, along with the sound of the rumble of his voice in his chest, his heartbeat all mingling to solidify this memory in her head. Louise knows she won’t ever be able to smell any of the scents again, or hear another’s rumble or heart without picturing this moment in her mind.

She spends the rest of the evening with his hand on her, on her thigh, her arm, her stomach - curled together and whispering to each other. Even when some of the boys stop by - albeit briefly, no-one seems to be staying for dinner - he has a hand on her at all times, and no-one seems to blink twice at it. His lack of awareness of personal space, or perhaps of his lack of care about public physical affection completely understood. So, none of them question, even if Louise wasn’t Anita, why she was curled in his lap all evening,

The other girls hadn’t materialised, some girls had, but not the girls. and Louise worried that it was intentional - that he was ashamed of her or something - was she meant to keep the day a secret? Worse to her than being kept a secret though was the thought that he might not consider her secret-worthy, and the fear that he might laugh her off is enough for her to keep her mouth shut from questioning him. So that night when she leaves, finally, long past midnight, despite her desire to, she doesn’t wait the last few hours until daylight and immediately call them, doesn’t get asked to be dropped off at Frances’ house, or stand beneath Heidi’s window waiting to be let in before crawling into bed with her - girl talk until the sun comes up. She wants to - god she wants to, wants to shout about it - wants to tell everyone that she’s just been on an honest-to-god date with Elvis Presley, that she’d kissed him. With tongues! But despite this desire, she’s almost too nervous to burst the bubble, the special bubble where only she knows; instead having to content herself with whispering the story to the stuffed bear tucked under her pillow - she’s much too old for him to be sat out in the open - or recounting it in as much detail as she dared to her journal.

She’d been sent home with the promise that he’d take her out for dinner the following night - but there’s a call about a change of plans; they’re all going to the cinema instead, Loving You was on the agenda, and she arrives at Graceland that evening just in time for everyone to be piling into their cars, just barely making it in time for Elvis to smile at her, looking handsome as ever, captain’s hat on his head again and grab her wrist, pulling her into the back of his Cadillac with him. Louise tries her best to enjoy it as she might have done in the past, but she’s so worried about how to behave - if anyone can tell, worried about the other girls’ reaction; is she going to turn into some sort of social pariah? Ruin her chances for friends over a boy? Even if that boy were the only thing any of them truly had in common? And if that boy wasn’t just a boy, but a man, and Elvis at that. She can’t work out if it being Elvis makes it better or worse, so she sits there, primly, worrying her cuticles with her nails and her lips with her teeth. She watches as a tiny well of blood starts to form from where she’d pulled the skin a bit too hard and a bit too far - right to the quick, and she jumps as he covers her hand with his, pulling it out of her lap and onto his. He tuts at her, pulling out a handkerchief to rub at it,

“Look at the mess you’ve made of that, stop picking at yerself darling. You’ll be sore for days.” She cringes, the desire is only made stronger by his holding of her hand, the worry that the others in the car might notice. They were sitting right there. But she complies, and is eventually soothed by the repetitive motion of his thumb on her palm. He lets go as they pull in, clambering out of the car almost before it’s even fully parked, seemingly anxious to get into the closed theatre. She tries not to be too disappointed at watching him run off with the boys without her, instead waiting for the other girls to climb out of the other cars, joining them in their excited giggling and chatting as they go in. Louise again has to remind herself to act normally, to join in their gossiping about how lucky she was, how excited they were for the film, and pretend she wasn’t a little upset watching him sit three rows ahead of them all.

By the time the film is over they don’t bother staying for the double feature that had been set up for them, Elvis whisking the group away with the suggestion that even though it was dark out, it was still hot, and did they want to go for a splash in the pool? The night continues in that manner, Louise being seemingly steadfastly ignored, although she succeeds some of the time to forget about it.

She’s not fretting in the shadows, she was just… taking a minute. He’d paid her no attention in the theatre, and the past half hour had been spent pretending not to be eavesdropping into the boys’ conversation, discussing Anita, singing their praises for her - as much as Elvis would allow - for her figure and face, and very briefly - her personality, before moving onto other girls; who from Hollywood they all wished Elvis would invite over, say, did you hear about that Venetia Stevenson girl coming in a couple of weeks? So on her way back out from the bathroom Louise felt like she was entitled to spend a moment or two in the shadowy corner by the back door. Taking a deep breath as she tried to remind herself not to compare, that maybe they spoke about them like that when they weren’t around. That sure, Anita might be a tiny little thing, but even she probably had to breathe in to button up her skirt - even if it was a smaller size. That, if nothing else, she wasn’t here with them all.

She wouldn’t deny having had a good time, the film was wonderful, and the night as jolly as any, but still, she couldn’t help but wonder what had gone on that he’d decided to ignore her completely. She’s just getting to the point where she’s ready to return, a smile plastered on her face when suddenly, from the door, an arm reached out and pulled her back against the open door frame. Tugging her against someone’s warm body. She relaxes as soon as she recognises the smell and feel of him and he laughs as she stumbles against him, hands gripping both of her arms. He leans down, pressing a kiss to her cheek, open-mouthed, breathing on her as much as kissing her, before trailing his lips to meet hers. One of the boys shouts for Elvis, something about fireworks, and the next second he’s gone, barely a grin at her dazed expression, before he’s running off again. She can hear the way that the boys tease him about the lipstick smeared across his face, and his tight-lipped response. It makes her smile to herself, the way she has to try and catch her breath, still hidden in her shadowy corner, but no longer feeling invisible. And, though she wishes he’d pull her onto his lap or kiss her in front of everyone, she figures maybe it’s ok to keep it just for herself for the moment too.

She doesn’t get the chance to see him alone again for a while, there are parties, and gatherings, and then he’s gone again - off on tour and to California for a long couple of months. Louise really tries to accept it all, even though the pictures appearing in the papers, and some of the stories that get relayed back (although never directly by Elvis) makes her heart hurt. It’s difficult, when he seems to look so happy in them, and so do the girls surrounding him - and who is she to judge another girl for feeling herself glow just by standing next to him. A little of his light reflecting onto them.

One particularly brutal evening, after he’d promised to call but never did, she can’t help but cry into her pillow. This is why he goes for girls like Anita, ones that are a year or two older, they can cope with it. Louise shakes her head to herself - she can cope with it, she’s sure. She can deal. She can be mature, and deal with him out and about and kissing other girls. If Anita can, she can. Accept him inviting the starlets over, that’s fine, they’re only the toy of the moment, and eventually they have to go back to their own glitzy lives. They’re not like her, they don’t have an open invitation to his bedroom or to sit with his mother. But then, they do get private calls with him, and she knows Anita’s been telling anyone who’ll listen about the “just darling notes” he sends her. Louise doesn’t get notes, sometimes he doesn’t even refer to her by name; simply just as part of the ‘girls’ he seems to always want to talk to as a group - all of them crowded around the receiver at Heidi’s house or Graceland. But then, rarely, sometimes, he slips into the conversation a little check-in, “How’s my lil’ Lou? Bein’ good for me doll?” and it makes Frances look at her in a calculating way, but her heart stutters every-time, every-time she responds

“Of course Elvis! Just waiting for you to come home. I can’t wait to see you.” He never replies the same way, it’s either

“Ah, who could miss this ol’ ugly mug,” or worst of all, “Uh-huh, looking forward to seeing the whole gang again soon.” On one occasion though, it was “Of course, honey, I’ll be seeing you re-eal soon,” and that was enough to give her hope all over again.

#elvis fanfic #be-my-ally #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc #elvis fluff #1950s elvis #elvis imagine #slight elvis angst

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello my amazing friends!! I hope you are doing well!

First id like to thank you for your amazing work here on this archive, you are the kindest souls ❤️

Secondly, id like to ask if you have any recommendations of longer works, can be any type, any trope (but i would prefer if it didnt have like a angsty ending)

Just any loooong works that i can download and add to my e-reader ( going on a vacay/holliday)

I wish you peeps the best ❤️

Hi! We have a #long fic tag, and if you you're only requirement is "long" and "no angsty ending" you can do a seach on AO3 that excludes the "unhappy ending" tag and filters by length. Here, I've done it for you. Here are a few to get you going...

Once More, with Pharaohs by Duinemerwen (M)

Egypt, 1337 B.C.: Aziraphale gets stuck reliving Tuesday afternoon over and over again. It wouldn't be so bad, if every afternoon didn't start mid-argument with a certain disagreeable demon. Or if cooperation with the aforementioned demon weren't Aziraphale's only chance at escaping the time loop...

Standalone, canon-compliant story featuring friendship and humour, with a side of angst, the smallest dash of romance, and a happy ending.

Ineffably Yours by SecondHandNews (M)

It had been six thousand years, give or take, Aziraphale had stopped keeping count, it didn’t seem to matter now. Six thousand years he had wandered the Earth and he had taken in almost every sight, every sound, every taste. He had seen humans’ greatest evils and witnessed their truest joys, and yet it was still this fallen angel who taught him more than any other. If he had learned two things in the past six millennia it was that nobody was ever truly fallen, and those with the whitest wings could conceal the blackest souls.

An angel and a demon have been playing a six thousand year long game of the words not said. It’s funny, though, the truths that saving the world can unveil. With heaven announcing its plans to make up for Armageddon and with hell closing in, what will be the cost of protecting what they’ve found in each other?

Planning Permission by blythely & circetigana (M)

Aziraphale has put memories away for centuries. Carefully filed them around far-flung corners of the island he has claimed as his Principality. As he and Crowley celebrate 1000 years of their Arrangement, he begins to wonder what he’s been missing. Crowley has plans of his own, plans that he wants to share. But with the angel looking to the past, he knows he’ll have to be patient about their future.

Or:

Aziraphale has hidden his regrets. Crowley has hidden his hopes. One day they’ll unpack them together.

The Truth Remains by WanderingAlice (M)

Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He'd loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew.

And then, he fell. He lost everything. The bond he held with his siblings was ripped away, leaving an aching, empty void. And while he still has Aziraphale, the angel doesn't recognize the archangel who taught him how to care about the Earth. And Crowley refuses to tell him who he was, or how Aziraphale's voice is the one thing that can soothe the ache in his soul that wants, so badly, to feel a connection again.

A story through the ages as an angel and a demon come to terms with their shared past.

Through The Eastern Gate by SoftlySweptAway (M)

Aziraphale finds himself lost in a thick wood with no memory of who he is or where he came from. All he can remember is his own name. Lost and confused, he stumbles upon a crumbling chateau that is home to a serpent in a garden and a man who only appears night. Searching for answers and determined to break the strange spell cast over the manor, Aziraphale will have to step through the eastern gate to find his way home.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #long fic #mod d

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insomniac-shado · 6 months

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Idk if you've done this already but do you have any ticciwork headcanons?? I've read almost all of them and I need more😭😭😭 again sorry if you already done this😭😭

Dw dw it’s perfectly fine !! I love when ppl ask me ab my hcs <333

I have quite a few for these 2 bcs i love them SMMM sooo here u go :3

Also these are LOOOONG and theres alot so hcs under the cut

Toby and Clocky were childhood friends since elementary and dated when they were around 14-16 in the beginning. After Toby got turned into a proxy for Slenderman, his memory was wiped, and Clockwork didn’t see him for about a year until she became a killer. Toby didn’t remember her at first due to the amnesia Slenderman gave him, but eventually the two grew closer once more and he ended up unlocking some of his memories of her the more they spent time together. After a year or two, they began dating again.

They’re both very protective over each other. Their whole lives they’ve suffered horrific abuse and neglect; neither knew true love or kindness until they met each other. They’re fiercely devoted to keeping the other safe. Though Clockwork specifically can become a bit overprotective at times, she and Toby both know each other are fully capable of defending themselves and so they have managed to strike pretty healthy balance and not smother each other.

Toby was the one who fell in love first. God, this man is the biggest fucking simp you’d ever meet, when he first started falling for Clocky he fell HARD. And he showed it. Toby would pull really cheesy or cringey pickup lines on her all the time, would call her silly pet names at times, that kind of stuff. Clockwork would playfully roll her eyes or call him a dumbass, but she did really like it. In his own dorky way, Toby was quite charming, even if he really needed to work on his flirting skills.

Clockwork struggled a lot with expressing affection since her whole life she was guarded and mistrustful. After all the people who’d hurt and mistreated her, it was Clocky’s only defense. And Toby did know this, so he would try his best to not make her uncomfortable, always respecting her boundaries and stopping if she said to stop. This was what allowed Clocky to eventually open up to him and show her more vulnerable side. No one had ever shown her this much respect and kindness before, and it meant the world to her.

The two of them were generally a very healthy relationship. There were a few places both of them struggled at times, of course there was. BIG fights, saying things to each other they’d really regret, but each time the two would work through it and find a solution. They didn’t hide things from each other, both were very open about their problems and boundaries.

I’ve mentioned before, Toby and Clocky are the loser x mean girl trope. Clockwork could be the meanest, roughest, most intense person you’d ever see, very harsh and defensive around everyone. But with Toby, she was like a totally different person- much more soft and kind. She’s mean in a much more loving way, through affectionate teasing and play fighting. She’s still a jerk, but a loveable jerk. And Toby? Man, he’s all over it. He melts every time she ruffles his hair or calls him names, he practically treats her like a goddess. He can be a sarcastic jerk at times too, but it’s always meant to be playful just like her. He expresses his love in a more cheesy traditional way, using cheesy pick up lines, getting her small gifts, just showering her in affection. He gets her small random things he thinks she’d appreciate, like an owl pin he stole found at the store or a pretty rock at the edge of a stream. Clocky has a shelf in her room that’s dedicated to the little gifts he gets her, and sometimes when she’s sad she’ll pick one up and just hold it because it brings her comfort.

Imma stop here before it gets too long 😅 i WILL be making a part 2 tho bc i have so many more hcs

Sooo in conclusion: i love these 2 and they deserved better

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setsunasknife · 1 year

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I’ve seen the rumor that Sasuke may not make it through the next arc of Boruto, which to me is heartbreaking in so many ways. Now…please take this with a grain of salt because I may be a bit off because I have not seen every piece of media surrounding Naruto/Boruto.

1. Sasuke, I personally, hasn’t gotten a chance to live his life FOR HIM. He has constantly been fighting for others, either it be for revenge or for the village. Yes, he’s married with a beautiful daughter but I don’t believe he’s known much peace in his life. Yes, he’s honored his village and was a respectable shinobi in the end. He’s helped inspire change in the village. That’s great, but I would imagine a piece of him has regrets for not being there to raise Sarada along side Sakura.

2. Sasuke is such a remarkable and noteworthy character that I imagine losing him will be a shock to a decades old fandom. And I’m not saying it doesn’t make narrative sense or that it doesn’t bring something to his development but he is such a staple that his death would feel a little bit like a stab to my childhood.

3. Naruto, that’s his best friend. Naruto fought for YEARS to get his friend back. They fought constantly for this rivalry of who was stronger. And while they pick on each other, I think the loss would hit Naruto very hard. They’ve been rivals for a loooong time. They were team 7, they worked together and bickered since they were children. Plus, I imagine Naruto would feel some sort of responsibility and guilt. I’m going to include Boruto in here too, but I’m gonna be completely honest I don’t know a whole ton about their relationship beyond being his student. Which again, I imagine would tear Boruto apart like it did when Juraiya passed away for Naruto.

4. Kakashi, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be devastated. Kakashi saw so much of himself in Sasuke and trained him hard to be better. I imagine a loss of any student would absolutely break him. They’re all part of his little team 7, he had the pleasure of seeing them grow into strong shinobi and loving parents. I think it would also hurt Kakashi a lot because it would remind him of when Sasuke left before, and how much it hurt Naruto and Sakura.

5. Sarada 🥺, sweet Sarada who adores her awkward and powerful father. She lost 10 years of with him due to his duties to the Leaf village. I could imagine that his death would also activate that Uchiha rage within her. Personally, I feel I would be resentful as well, even if he was honored for his work. She lost out on a relationship to her father for a long time and then when he’s able to be present again, he dies. That’s Sasuke’s duty to change the leaf village, I understand that. But, at the end of the day, that’s still Sarada’s father and so heartbreaking.

6. Sakura, dear dear Sakura 😭, I can’t even imagine how Sakura would feel. I know she’d try to stay strong for Sarada, but god the heartbreak she would feel. No matter what happens, I personally feel they would never be given enough time. A lifetime doesn’t take away the time lost before. Sakura has loved him her entire life, at varying levels and meanings yes, but she ALWAYS wanted what was best for him. She loved him through thick and thin, she loved him even when she really shouldn’t have. She understood him more than anyone else, she could understand him without words. Sakura has lost him so many times that I think this final time might break her. I could see her sitting there waiting for him to come back, he always comes back, I think she’d wait the rest of her life. I don’t think there is another for Sakura. I think she’d throw herself into her work and do the absolute best she can to raise their daughter. She would honor his memory, but god would she be heartbroken.

#i made myself cry #sasusaku #I don’t want him to die #I want him to be with his family

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fluffykitteninabox · 1 year

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https://near-pure-evil.fandom.com/wiki/Dabi

¿What are your thoughts on Dabi being on this page? ¿Do you think It get this character right?

(Also here is the page)

https://near-pure-evil.fandom.com/wiki/Near_Pure_Evil_Wiki

(And here is the section where Dabi is)

https://near-pure-evil.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Minor_Tragic

Oh hi! It's the cute question mark anon again 😊

have some sparkles ✨✨✨

and prepare yourself for my rambling once again because I'm going to tackle this point by point 😅. Also I get angry at some parts but know that it's not directed at you cute question mark anon, it's directed at the stupid people who wrote that wiki page.

Also sorry this took so long, my life is a bit hectic right now

Warning: Long, manga spoilers and season 6 spoilers, loooong, excessive use of italics and other stuff that makes the font look cool, did I mention this is long??

So I took a look at these pages (I was unaware of their existence before)

First of all I think just the fact that there's a page "ranking" supposedly "pure evil" characters is kind of... not nice. Especially with some of the the categories they have like "minor tragic" and "fake tragic". What is considered a "minor tragedy" then? To me it feels like measuring and comparing trauma like it's a product and deciding who's justified and who isn't.

"yes I would like 1 kilo of yogurt and 2 kilos of tragic backstory please"

"Of course. Just know that If you commit 5 murders your trauma is still valid but if you do a 6th it's not anymore!!"

They're fictional characters but it still feels iffy to do that just to categorise them in lists.

These are the parts that ticked me off the most:

Now I don't know any of the characters that are listed under these categories, and I'm not here to say whether they were "placed properly"..

but just the way they phrase the whole thing as if their crimes somehow invalidate whatever trauma they may have. It feels wrong to me.

Specifically about the Dabi page now:

His page is full of inaccuracies, a lot of his actions are blown out of proportion while others are undervalued, and there's a lot of victim blaming going on. I mean the "reasons why he's pure evil" part literally starts with them implying that he was evil as a child:

What Makes Him Close To Being Pure Evil?

Even as a child, Dabi was determined to be acknowledged by his father, and went so far as to attack an infant Shoto, though admittedly Dabi would come to regret his actions when he turned older albeit before he became a villain.

This is literally the first thing on their list and they're already insinuating that he was born evil because he wanted his father's attention.

Also the fact that he attacked Shouto as a child gets brought up a lot by people who hate Dabi and it's becoming really annoying.

I didn't grow up with my sister and even I know that siblings can get physically violent with each other, especially when they're jealous. It's a completely normal thing.

That doesn't mean they hate their siblings or want them dead or that they're somehow inherently bad. Kids don't understand what consequences their actions might have, so it's illogical to say that if they attack someone they are acting with intent to kill. This is the same for Tenko too. He says he intentionally killed his father, but that notion comes after years of being convinced by AFO that killing is a natural desire for him. And just like how it's absurd to think that 5 year old Tenko intentionally killed his father, it's just as absurd to think that Touya attacked Shouto with the intention of killing him.

The parents are responsible for monitoring their children and making sure they're safe. Especially in MHA where the majority of children have literal superpowers, parents should be extra careful to try and prevent any violent outbursts their kids might have.

Their next point is similarly outrageous:

When he awoke from his three-year coma after having had his body restored by Doctor Ujiko and All For One, he showed no gratitude for having been saved, and although he was only saved to be used as a pawn, he did not know that at the time. He burned down the orphanage he was being held in to escape, threatening the lives of all the orphans and possibly killing them.

I mean where do I even start? The fact they're suggesting he should be grateful for whatever experiments were performed on him while he was in a coma???? The literal lie at the end??

The fact that he didn't know why they saved him doesn't matter. He just woke up from being in a coma for three years. He is obviously disorientated and trying to figure out what happened. No one's first thought is going to be "ah yes, let me thank my saviours!!". And these people also forbid him from going home so why would he be grateful to them?

It has also been confirmed by Horikoshi that Touya wasn't the one to burn down the orphanage so this page is either outdated or deliberately lying. (given everything else in this page I'm inclined to believe the second)

Personally I think this is kind of a retcon and I would have preferred if Touya was in fact the one to burn down the orphanage, but that's because I like the angst potential. He wouldn't have been evil even if he had done this.

@kiritouyadeku96 put it really well here

(hope you don't mind me tagging you)

Even Ujiko himself was horrified by Dabi's insanity and considered him "too unstable" to be part of his plans.

The series makes it very clear that unlike Tomura, Dabi's evil is not from All For One's or Ujiko's influence, it's entirely on his own.

"Ujiko was horrified by Dabi's insanity"

People should stop diagnosing characters as insane or psychopaths or whatever else. You're not a psychologist, stop it. And if you are a psychologist wtf are you doing diagnosing fictional characters? Stop it.

Also Ujiko literally raises the dead on a regular basis, I don't think he can or has any right to be horrified by anything!!

It's true that he labelled Dabi as too unstable to be used as a vessel for AFO. But that has nothing to do with Dabi being evil. It's a comment on his physical weakness and mental state. So in my opinion it has no reason to be here.

The second one is a lie. It is literally stated in text that Dabi became a villain because of Endeavor.

Them saying that he became evil "entirely on his own" is deliberately ignoring his canon backstory and how he was influenced by his father.

It is very obvious from chapter 350, that Dabi is Endeavor's creation. If Endeavor had changed during the three years Touya was in a coma, if the household had even slightly improved from when he died, if Touya had returned to literally anything else other than Endeavor beating the shit out of his baby brother then this:

would not have happened.

Once again looks to me like saying he was born evil. I don't believe anyone can actually be born evil so this point (for any character, not just Dabi) sounds stupid to me.

Led the Vanguard Action squad in attacking the U.A training camp to kidnap Katsuki Bakugo, leading to multiple students being seriously injured to the point of critical condition.

Set an entire forest on fire, endangering the teenagers at the training camp.

Nearly killed Izuku Midoriya and Mezou Shoji by burning them alive.

He kidnapped Bakugo while mocking his younger brother for failing to save him.

I simply wanted to mention how these are all literally the exact same point just with different parts emphasised each time. They don't need to be separate, they could have been merged together as one big point about the training camp incident.

I wouldn't have mentioned this if it weren't for the fact this forced separation seems to be a pattern in the "why he's pure evil" section, while simultaneously there's a lot of points that seem to be missing from the "why he's not pure evil" section. I'm guessing they separated them to make it look like there's a lot more "reasons" for him to be classified as pure evil than there actually are.

Anyway these are true so I don't feel like I need to add anything else here.

While the rest of the League, even Shigaraki himself, came to genuinely care for each other as a family, Dabi doesn’t hold any affection towards any of his fellow League members, often mocking them or ridiculing them for amusement. He only sees them as useful pawns to help him complete his goals.

I'm tired of arguing that Dabi has feelings. Several of their later points even contradict this one. (I'm going to point them out as they appear)

Dabi has never "ridiculed" members of the league. I think that's too strong a word to use in this case. Mocking them sure, even being rude to some of them. But I fail to see how any of his words or actions can be perceived as him "ridiculing" his teammates. He ridiculed Endeavor when he exposed him. That's ridicule, that's where the word fits, not here. Either way, being rude doesn't make someone evil, it just makes them an asshole.

He burned several thugs to death when he was recruiting new members for the League Of Villains.

He went on a killing spree, murdering over thirty innocent people in cold blood by burning them alive.

These are true by his own admission

Assisted Shigaraki and Mr. Compress into attacking Kai Chisaki‘s ambulance transport to the hospital so they mutilate his arms from his body. While doing so, he and Mr. Compress killed the Sand Hero: Snatch, with Dabi expressing glee that people are aware of the murders he’s committed around the cities.

First contradiction about Dabi not caring for the League. This entire mission was to avenge Magne's death Mr Compress's lost arm. Dabi had no obligation to be part of this, as we've seen that Tomura lets him come and go as he pleases and opt out of missions he doesn't want to be part of. There's no other reason for him to be there. Anyway I don't think avenging your friends makes you evil, but this incident still includes the league hurting and killing people so in my opinion it should be both on the "why he's evil" list, and the "why he's not evil" list.

Minor detail but I'm glad they remembered Mr. Compress took part in Snatch's death. Usually it is blamed purely on Dabi and it's really annoying because it's from people who just want to hate on Dabi or villain characters in general and they pretend they care about background characters dying. Literally no one gives a fuck about Snatch or Crust, and if you say you do you're lying! (this is not specifically directed at you cute question mark anon, I'm speaking generally, you're cool😊👍✨✨✨)

I only remember them because they get brought up by villain haters all the time. I understand people liking and mourning for side characters. I think it's obvious from my profile pic. I love Shirakumo/Kurogiri. But he's a side character, Snatch and Crust are background characters that are there only to fill up space and literally appear once to die and nothing else.

I don't see enough people mourning Midnight's death!! Probably because she wasn't killed by a main villain and it happened off screen so they can't use it to hate on characters they dislike.

He was about to kill Endeavor and Hawks in a wall of fire, only to be stopped by Mirko, the 5th Pro Hero.

He sent out the High End, Hood, to destroy Kyushu as a means of both testing its capabilities and making sure to improve his father's reputation just to destroy it later on.

True, but again these are the same incident so they could have been merged into one point.

When going off to fight the Meta Liberation Army, he bragged how “[he’s] never been good at not killing people.”

Funny how in most of the battles we've seen him in he doesn't actually manage to kill his opponents...perhaps he's actually rather lacklustre at killing people! 😂

Anyway bragging doesn't make someone evil. It usually just makes them annoying.

He sent the two villains Starservant and Ending to attack Endeavor, the latter nearly killing his younger brother, Natsuo.

This is also true, glad they didn't separate these into different points at least. That would have been pitiful!😂

Although he saved the life of Twice before de Hawks killed him, it was only for pragmatism, knowing that Twice would still be of great help to his plans.

The only reason Dabi shows any anger at the death of Twice is because it would make it harder for Dabi to achieve his goals, showing he doesn't feel any true friendship towards Twice.

Let's get the easy stuff of the way first before I get mad and forget

These are the exact same point just with different phrasing. There's not even a different part of the incident emphasised in each point, it's just THE EXACT SAME POINT written twice.

This is unnecessary and they're not even trying to hide it anymore. They're just doing it to fill up space.

As has been stated a thousand times before, Dabi is an unreliable narrator. It's been stated so much in fact that autocomplete filled the words for me just now! Dabi can say that he doesn't care about the League or that he doesn't have feelings anymore but it's clear from his actions that he's lying.

Dabi cares about Twice. Out of all the League members he's the nicest to Twice. He never calls him names like he does Toga, Spinner and Tomura. He's clearly very emotional about his death.

In fact this is the first time we see Dabi openly displaying such raw strong emotions. It's almost a teaser for his true unhinged behaviour during the broadcast later.

By the force of his blasts, and as Hawks comments the temperature of his flames (which we know are canonically linked to his emotions) it's very fucking obvious that he's angry. You know, just in case the "How dare you kill Twice" wasn't enough for some people.

There's also these:

Dabi didn't need to high-five Twice,he did it because he wanted to, he did it because they're friends.

Dabi doesn't need to say "Twice this isn't your fault." and I haven't decided if I prefer the manga where he says it to absolutely no one meaning he has no reason to lie or manipulate someone with these words, or the anime where he says them directly to Twice which is very sweet showing him being uncharacteristically open.

He burned off Hawks' wings and nearly killed him, even calling him by his full name just to taunt him.

He tortured Hawks by burning his back repeatedly, scarring his body as well as severely damaging his vocal chords.

He was prepared to kill Fumikage and an unconscious Hawks by burning them alive, only interrupted by Geten's fight with the heroes.

Once again these are the same incident so they should have been merged into one. At least they added some details on the last one to differentiate it a bit from the other two.

Taunting someone doesn't make you evil.

Burning Hawks and Tokoyami is true, though I don't know if I would call it torture. It's more retaliation because he killed his friend.

Torture implies that one party is unable to fight back (usually because they're restrained in some way). Hawks and Dabi were having a full on battle. This is just Dabi gaining the upper hand in said battle. No Dabi stepping on him doesn't make this torture in my opinion. Hawks had Twice restrained earlier too but I would never call their battle torture either. It's a battle.

And also torture implies that you want to gain something from the person (usually information). Dabi isn't even the one asking for information here. Hawks is! 😂

Helped Gigantomachia rampage and destroy many cities across Japan by holding off the student's attempts to sedate him with his flames. He burns Kamui Woods and Kyoka Jirou in the process, injuring one of the latter's earphone jacks.

nothing to add here, this is true.

He broadcasts the truth about his identity and his father's abuse, destroying Endeavor's reputation and dealing a severe blow to Hero Society and the people's trust in heroes. Furthermore, he made up lies in the video, such as saying Endeavor forced Rei to bear more children, even though Rei herself wanted more children to support one another, making Endeavor look worse than he actually is.

This is a lie. Rei said she wanted another child after Touya so they could support each other, which is why they had Fuyumi. But after they discovered Touya's physical weakness Endeavor wanted to have another kid to discourage Touya from training on his own. That's the reason Natsuo was born. And then after that Shouto. It's because Endeavor wanted to keep trying his little eugenics experiment until he got the "perfect child". Rei states in canon that this would be too cruel (as it would indirectly send a message to Touya that he is easily replaceable which is exactly how Touya perceived it). It is heavily implied that she wasn't okay with having another child for this reason, but Endeavor still pushed her to do it.

Rei very explicitly says "no" to having another child here, and then she looks scared when Endeavor insists on it.

So no, Dabi didn't "make up lies" in his video. Everything he said in the broadcast is true except for Best Jeanist being dead, which Dabi thought was true.

This is even confirmed by Endeavor himself:

He doctored footage to make it seem as though Hawks had brutally murdered Twice while also revealing the truth about Hawks' past, manipulating the facts and not honoring his fallen comrade, all in order to destroy hero society.

The phrasing here makes it look like Hawks didn't literally murder Twice, and Dabi is blaming him on baseless assumptions or lying about witnessing the incident. Even though he showed actual video evidence of Hawks stabbing Twice to death.

This is blatant shameless lying

They lie about this particular incident a lot because it also appears on the very top of the page, in the "moral event horizon" section of his introduction card. Specifically it says:

"attempting to frame Hawks for Twice's death."

I don't know how to tell people this but...

We literally see Hawks kill Twice. This is a cold hard fact. We saw it happen. The footage doesn't lie.

If you're a Hawks fan and you're denying that this happened then I'm sorry but I can't help you. Go read the manga with your eyes open this time.

Yes Dabi made Skeptic edit the footage, but he didn't magically photoshop Hawks into the video!! He just added the new footage to the prerecorded video Dabi gave him.

I would also like to say (hopefully for the last time) that Dabi using the footage for his broadcast doesn't dishonor Twice. It is in fact the opposite. Dabi has every right to expose Hawks as a murderer. I WILL SAY THIS LOUD AND CLEAR:

IF A POLICE OFFICER OR A SPY OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU THINK FITS HAWKS AS A METAPHOR, KILLED ONE OF MY FRIENDS/ALLIES AND I HAD VIDEO EVIDENCE OF IT, I WOULD POST AND SHARE THAT SHIT ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM I POSSIBLY COULD. I WOULD BROADCAST IT FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE AND I WOULD DEMAND JUSTICE FOR MY FRIEND. I WOULD DEMAND THAT THE KILLER LOSE HIS FUCKING JOB BECAUSE THEY DON'T DESERVE TO PRETEND THEY PROTECT PEOPLE WHEN THEY KILLED SOMEONE IN COLD BLOOD BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE WHO DESERVES TO LIVE OR DIE.

I'm a Hawks fan but I will NOT argue over this. This is my belief. Go read "Accidental Death of an Anarchist" before coming to me to say I'm wrong about this.

It's also revealed that Dabi has sent his Paranormal Liberation Front soldiers to threaten Hawks' mother into leaking the biological connection with his father, who was a criminal.

Him revealing Hawks' lineage was mostly an act out of spite towards the Pro Hero.

This is true but also the same incident and should have been merged into one. Also being spiteful doesn't make someone evil, it just makes them spiteful.

Jumped off of Gigantomachia and tried to incinerate Endeavor with Prominence Burn, only failing due to the intervention of Best Jeanist.

Good for him and fuck Bastard Jeanist.

He severely burned Nejire Hado, all while saying she'd been brought down by "Endeavor's flames", placing the burden for his actions on his father's shoulders.

This is true, nothing to add here.

He took sadistic pleasure in seeing the agony his father went through, enjoying the shocked look on his face as he tried to burn himself and Shoto alive in a hug and wanting to inflict as much pain onto his father as possible.

He seriously burned and nearly killed his youngest brother, Shoto, in their fight, only stopping because Endeavor had been knocked out and because he wanted his father conscious to see Shoto die, proceeding to knock Shoto unconscious with Flashfire Fist: Jet Burn.

These are true but they are the same incident with different parts emphasised and should be merged together.

He holds no care for even his family, and upon learning that Ending had nearly killed Natsuo, whom he'd relied on for emotional support and cried to every day, Dabi actually said it was a shame that he hadn't been killed because that would've made Endeavor suffer more, and when Shoto claims he's insane, Dabi doesn't even attempt to deny it, fully acknowledging his villainy, his lack of feelings for anyone and his delusional and psychotic breaks from reality where he believes the previous him is dead and he is reborn.

Please stop equating mental illness to villainy. Just because the characters call each other and/or themselves insane does not give you the right to use the terms to demonise mental illness.

Once again Dabi definitely still has feelings. His quirk is canonically tied to his emotions and in this battle we see him going all out as he intends to get his revenge and die in the process. This battle is the most emotion we've seen him express ever and people are still going on about this?? To me Touya is someone who feels very intensely. Every emotion is turned to the maximum at all times. This is how I interpreted his character from the flashbacks. To go from feeling everything at 100% to not feeling anything at all seems impossible to me. If your nature is to feel intensely like this then you can't exactly ever fully go to the other extreme unless you're in a dissociative state, which Dabi seems to be in this particular scene. I'm not going to pretend I know more about this, this is just how I personally understand it. Dabi is still definitely able to feel things, and he's very much still able to care for people because we see him do it. Him saying he doesn't care doesn't erase the fact that we can see he cares.

Gave Toga some of Twice’s blood, which could cause major damage due to how her Quirk works and burned down her house to antagonize Endeavor. Toga was eventually able to make several clones of Twice during the second war, causing major trouble for the heroes.

Truly the lies and misinformation in this wiki page are just...

Dabi didn't burn down Toga's house to antagonize Endeavor. This incident has literally nothing to do with Endeavor, so even if Dabi claims that this he's doing this to antagonize him, him burning down an abandoned building isn't going to do anything to Endeavor. Dabi did this because guess what...

He cares about Toga and empathised with her

OH GOD THE SHOCK THE HORROR! Dabi has feelings!!!

That's why he gave her the blood too. Because Toga wants to drink the blood of the people she loves. He gave her the blood so she could feel closer to Twice who they both clearly very deeply cared about.

Dabi literally giving life advice to Toga. There's no other reason for him to do this other than the fact that he cares about her. This is in fact good advice btw. My dad also told me the same thing when I was little.

Threatened to murder Endeavor's allies as the second war started and then tried to burn him to death with a large wall of fire before Shoto intervened.

Good for him, fuck Endeavor and anyone who allies themselves with Endeavor.

During his fight with Shoto, he burned All Might’s memorial statue as an act of spite to the heroes.

oh no... he... burned a statue... how evil!!

Tried to murder Todoroki and the heroes helping him with Hell's Spider. While fighting his brother, he mocks Shoto by calling him a worthless mix of ice and fire, stating he would never be a hero.

This is true, nothing to add here

Murdered Endeavor’s sidekicks Kido and Onima by incinerating them alive and then called out to Skeptic to find Endeavor, so he could kill him too, desperate to achieve his revenge even if it costs him his life, rejecting Shoto's offer of redemption and stopping his evil ways.

In both Kido and Onima's wiki pages it currently (11 of January 2023) says status: unknown. Meaning we don't actually know if they're dead or not. But if they phrased this as attempted murder it would be the same point as the one before so they should be merged together.

Also Shouto hasn't yet offered Touya any redemption. Shouto wants to save Touya, but all they did was fight and he told him to "stop". Touya doesn't know Shouto's intentions yet.

also "stopping his evil ways" sounds so cartoonish and silly 🤣🤣

The last point on the list is rather underwhelming I would say:

Rather than kill Shoto and bring his body to Endeavor to break the latter, he simply decides to head to Gunga mountain and kill his father, accompanied by two Twice clones, being transported there by Kurogiri.

After all the lies the spewed throughout this thing I was expecting something big to finish it off, but no. It's just another one of those filler points that have already basically been stated in previous parts. And it's not even an "evil act he committed", they're just stating his current whereabouts in the manga.

I'm wondering if they're going to "update the list" as chapters come out.

Either way in conclusion the person/people who wrote this page not only don't understand Dabi as a character, but they openly hate him. Their bias is crystal clear throughout the whole thing and they are outright lying about a lot of literally canon material, even contradicting themselves sometimes just to hate on a fictional character.

It's honestly pathetic and a little weird if I'm being honest. Ok you hate Dabi, we get it. Why do you need to post lies and distort the story in a website that fans use to search factual information about fandom? A wiki page is supposed to compile all available canon information about a character for easy access. Not spread misinformation.

This is why I only use the wiki to see characters' heights and ages and nothing else.

Anyway, thank you to anyone who read this far, and thank you cute question mark anon for the ask

have some sparkles ✨✨✨

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I literally can't listen to Unchained Melody without fucking sobbing

this won't help because it's a you-had-to-be-there kind of story, and possibly you also have to know my dad, but imma tell it anyway - one time when i was a kid, and visiting him in the summer, the righteous brothers version of that song came on the radio in his truck. and i had just seen the movie ghost for the first time (which my mom regretted because she felt i was too young for it, but it was one of her good friend's favorite movie), and it had low-key freaked me out. not patrick swayze or demi moore or whoopi of course, but the malevolent spirits that, like, tear ghosts away? (i've seen it since, but it's been a loooong time.) anyway, i associated the song with the movie, so i asked him to turn the station. or maybe i had a tape with me, i subjected him to my music however i could haha. we were going to the grocery store. we shop, we get out to the parking lot, and he's going to take the groceries out of the cart, and he acts like he's going to ask me to do something, and instead launches into this very loud, very dramatic rendition of unchained melody. in the parking lot. my dad is a boisterous, gregarious (and can be confrontational) person (and my mom is a great people person, how they got a painfully shy introvert as a daughter is anyone's guess), and he loves to sing. at a volume. he's filled in for the cantor at shul. he never quite understood my stage fright with my own singing, and tbh a big dose of that fearlessness really would've helped me. but imagine being, idk, at most ten years old, and your dad is like, "ohhhhhhhh myyyyyy LOOOOVE MY DAAARLIN' i've hungered for your TOUUUCH a long, lonely tiiiime. TIIIIIIIME GOOOOOES BY so sloooowwwly and time can do so much, are you STILL *MIIIIIIIINE*?" deranged behavior. but i was basically crylaughing. and i'm like, what on earth, why would you do it that way? and he's like, it was good enough for the king 🤷🏻‍♂️

years pass and i somewhat forget about this, and didn't know the reference (i got the elvis part, but not the specific moment), and at some point as a young teenager, for who knows what reason, i run across the performance from june 26, 1977. as previously mentioned, i was an elvis dabbler growing up as far as the hits go, but didn't know a lot of specifics. his presence was always there in a diaphonous way. so this is...somewhere on the internet in low quality (not youtube! i looked it up, it didn't exist yet? maybe it was a fansite, this would've been around the time a little less conversation was remixed and having a moment), in the middle of the afternoon at my desk in my room after school. i can still picture that room, my chair, the bookshelf. (funny how certain moments are like that - music tends to cement things in my mind more than anything else. there's this lyric from a song called "this is one of those moments" in yentl - i will always remember this chair, that window, the way the light streamed in...). there's no real reason for me to have recall of this, but i do. in the intervening years, unchained melody had remained this hilarious, somewhat embarrassing, image of my father. and this video just...almost hurts too much to look at, it's so heart-shattering. it just had me in tears. and i thought...this isn't something i can delve into right now, and i put it away, as if it went into a box on a shelf in the attic of my head. and he sort of resided there. waiting for the day when it was time to take him down and understand. suffice to say, obviously, he's not waiting up there anymore. he's in the heart chamber now.

it's such a tremendous and yet tremulous performance, it's almost like something in him so incandescent had to blaze forth, had to give that, had to prove it, had to exude the full beauty of his voice, had to be able to smile at that audience in spite of everything. it's very near...how to phrase this? transforming it into a sacred song, it's like he made it gospel. because he had to.

the conclusion here being, yes, same. it breaks me. but the little girl in my memory can still also hear my dad and the giggling, and i don't actually think elvis would mind that part. i think it might make him smile in that same way. so maybe we can hold close to a bit of both. god speed your love to me.

#sorry for random personal anecdotes lately #anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #bubble wrap around my heart #unchained melody #*#i was a dreamer

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For anybody who’s been waiting on an update for this. Yes, I’m still writing it. The story’s there; it’s just taking a loooong time to write it out unfortunately. I hope to have the next chapter out by next weekend, but here’s another sneak peak to hold you

New York, 1987

Mindless humans flood the streets of Manhattan with their wild hair and wide shoulders, all in a rush to be somewhere. A few teens listen to Springsteen on their boombox nearby: playing is a song about loss, about oppression, but his upbeat voice disguises it as an American dream, and so the kids dance carelessly on their stoop. Crowley passes them and switches it to Queen just for the fun of it. They stop and ponder at the change. His lip twitches in devilish joy.

He enters an old brick building a few blocks down from them. Much like the ones outside, these humans also embrace the big hair and large shoulder pads—only much duller to better blend in with the office space. It reminds him a lot of headquarters downstairs. Most of this lot lost the gleam in their eyes the moment they asked, “When can I start?”

But the worker on the third floor in the eighth desk to Crowley’s left lost that light shortly after becoming the third Duke of Newcastle upon Tyne, circa 1768. He may look like an ordinary thirteen year old boy wearing a banal suit with a matching gray tie, but he is one of the greatest anomalies of all time. The demon finds a group standing beside the water cooler discussing the matter passionately:

“He just looks young for his age,” claims a woman. “He’s been here over thirty years.”

“He’s one of those, you know… small people,” another chimes in.

The woman beside him shakes her head in disagreement. “He’s a boy genius. Probably skipped a few dozen grades to get here.”

“Why would a boy genius choose to work here? As an accountant?”

“Maybe he was cursed by a demon or something,” says a young lad. His coworkers all ignore him and he sips his drink unbothered as Crowley pushes past them. Their paper cups dissolve and water spills out onto their clothing, except for the one who guessed it right.

This not quite boy but not quite man goes by many names: Eustace, in his youth. The Duke of Newcastle upon Tyne up until the war with the colonies brought him to America around 1775. Elzy Lay, briefly, in his rebellious years. These days he is simply known as Stacey Newcastle. But one still calls him something else entirely.

“Nuisance!” Crowley greets. His happy expression is met with a blank stare and soulless eyes. Stacey’s attention turns back to his work. The demon plops himself onto the desk. “I’m in town for a few days. Supposed to tempt some politician who’s been acting a little too saintly for the boys downstairs. Don’t understand the point, really. These blokes find their way back to corruption without the devil’s voice in their heads—how about lunch?”

“I’m busy,” he answers boredly.

The demon reaches for a manila folder and flips through it before Stacey promptly yanks it from his grasp. “What is it you actually do here? Looks like a lot of rinse and repeat to me.” Stacey does not answer. A phone rings in the distance. Somebody coughs. Crowley swings his feet in the air as he takes a good look around at the zombies all poisoned by capitalism, just moving through the motions without thought. His attention turns back to the boy, who behaves similarly. “This place is Hell, you know.”

“I know.”

Guilt briefly consumes him but he shakes it away as they both stand. Stacey takes his paper and starts toward the fax machine. Crowley follows as if he were the boy’s shadow. “I'll go… tempt that… erm, priest or whoever real quick, then we can meet up for an early dinner. How about it?”

“I said I’m busy,” he replies irritably. He pauses, seeming to regret his harshness. “Why are you even here?”

“I told you,” says the demon. Stacey inserts the paper into the machine and dials a number; the machine begins scanning. “To tempt that… erm, did I say politician or priest? I forget...”

“You said both.” The fax machine finishes and he goes back to his desk. Crowley follows. “You don’t need to check up on me anymore. I’m fine.”

Crowley removes his eyewear and looks at him with his true eyes, then gestures at the dullness around them. “Are you?”

Stacey turns away without answering and continues with his work. Humans are not meant to last forever; his soul, at this point, must be screaming to get out.

And Crowley finds himself back on the streets of Manhattan soon after—alone, watching humanity pass him without a second thought. When did they become so stiff, so robotic? He remembers, fondly, of the days when they were running in fields and embracing the rain. Now they hide from it in their brick boxes. Now they march in unison, giving meaning to things not meant to have meaning.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” He turns to see Aziraphale walking among them, a welcome light around sudden gloominess. “We could have carpooled.”

“Just here to cause some chaos, angel,” he says distantly, then turns to him curiously; rarely these days does he see Aziraphale outside of his bookshop in Soho, London. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, performing a few miracles here and there,” he says, unconvincingly. He gestures to Stacey’s office building. “I thought I’d treat Eustace to lunch.”

Something twists in his stomach as they both look up at the old building before them. “He’s busy.”

—

England, 10th Century, cont.

A group of children swing happily in a circle, singing a joyful tune about death—to cope with their many hardships. But Aziraphale claps along anyway. Humans create the most beautiful art when confronting the worst kinds of tragedies. The song finishes and they come tumbling to the ground in fits of giggles; the angel applauds their performance. And the children all scatter at the sudden intrusion of a man with his wagon. Aziraphale greets him kindly before stepping out of his way.

The angel follows the children, who settle again near the harbor to watch the fisherman set sail. They wave passionately at the stranger, then run off when he blends too much with the sea. Aziraphale remains. His eyes close, listening to the birds squawking and the sea swaying. This moment makes up for all the pain God inflicts into this world.

He feels a tap on his shoulder. “Erm, angel,” says Crowley nervously.

His eyes open as he turns to greet his old friend—but his smile falters when his eyes meet the demon’s very serious demeanor. “Crowley,” Aziraphale says quietly. When the demon says nothing, he takes the lead: “How are you?”

Crowley shifts uncomfortably. “Oh, fine… I’m fine,” he assures halfheartedly, and Aziraphale does not quite believe him. “You?”

“Well, I—”

“Great, great… Listen, we may have a slight problem.”

He wonders, briefly, if earth’s ineffable destruction moved up slightly. But surely the archangels would have informed him of such plans. A nervousness settles inside him. “What sort of problem?”

Crowley moves to reveal a boy: dark hair, brown eyes, an exact copy of a boy now surely an old man, of a man perhaps now dead. But still, he questions: “Eustace?”

“Yep,” growls Crowley.

“Oh, dear.”

—

New York, 1987, cont.

The metaphorical work whistle blows at five. Stacey exits the building briefcase in hand and joins the zombies in their stride. Demon and angel follow. They pass the now empty stoop with the opening of Another One Bites the Dust playing faintly out the window—the music stops, starts playing again, and then stops before repeating. The kids inside argue about the switching tape:

“What did you do to it, man?”

“I didn’t do nothing. It was your boombox that jacked it up.”

“My brother’s gonna kill me!”

Aziraphale turns to Crowley disapprovingly. “Oh, you didn’t?”

He laughs wickedly. “Oh, yes I did!”

The angel gestures toward the window and the music miraculously switches back to Springsteen. They continue on. Stacey disperses from the crowd and madly dashes into the road when he catches sight of a dumper truck dashes forward. Aziraphale gestures toward the road and the truck swerves to miss him. Stacey turns to them with an annoyed expression, and the angel steps back. “You must be more careful, Eustace,” he tells him softly.

Crowley hums, feeling that twist inside him again. The human soul is screaming to get out. But he moves on instead of facing the guilt. “Right, so how about dinner?”

Stacey takes them to his flat instead: a cramped rodent infested hellhole far below his price range. He lives in filth because he simply does not care anymore. Aziraphale wheezes as a family of cockroaches scurry across the room. Crowley, uncaring, crosses to the window and looks outside. The same kids from before now run in the streets cheerfully, blasting that blasted Springsteen song again. He groans, then snaps it back to Queen.

He plops down onto the worn green sofa bought in some 1955 furniture catalog. Aziraphale hesitantly joins him. Stacey presents them with a collection of take-out menus. “Choose your poison.” The angel eagerly begins looking through them while Crowley channel surfs.

#fanfiction #good omens #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley #tw suicide attempt #trigger warning suicide attempt #it’s nothing graphic but I figure I should label it as such

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dudeurwangsout · 1 year

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its so strange bc i actually really think this could benefit me more than i had initially thought. i have needed u for a very long time and its weird, i still do, but i can also discover my old needs

i am excited for you to be your old self again and for me, too. i really liked who i was and this is freeing for me. its made me rethink relationships and we're too serious about it right now. who cares about anything. i just care about you. just bc its not serious doesnt mean i dont care. i still love you just not as hard or as intense as before. and i was wrong to let that preoccupy me. i think you showed me that there can be too much of a good thing and i was loving a little too hard. thats really good to know about myself and im just trying to curb it

i think i find comfort in knowing i loved with all i could and it was not the best and it was rough around the edges and i do have my regrets, but i dont think i regret loving you. maybe not yet at least????? i think i have to at least question it all for the sake of my own wellbeing

oddly enough. i know i really need the space bc i just. its hard when i see u look at me or at my body. sometimes it secretly feels good when i see ppl check me out. i dnt want them i just. it feels good ppl are looking my way u know. i would feel toooooo guilty to tell u that. thats why this mf blog exists lmao. i feel like that aspect of living with u kinda drove me away. i really tried. i gave it my all when i see now i didnt have to. we were fine the way we were. i want to go out and be taken out. so badly

i know that theres a lot in store for the both of us. u have so many opportunities and u have the whole career ahead of u. i havent even started so theres a lot to discover. im so excited for what u will tell me when i come sleep over to urs. in a lot of ways im so glad that i kept some secrets from u. like that i know some of ur friends who dont know what i know about them. or like, the icks i have about u. or that i plan to buy a vibrator when i get home cause the sex has been like a minute long. ik u think im such a fuckin slut but man. i just love showing ass when its not appreciated by the bf at home :/

mayb its good u dont have my loc either. i doubt ill post up to the club but i want to go on loooong long walks and drives at night. i wna do things u approve of but i dont even think u were comfy w me calling my friends. i am not really sure what u want me to do sometimes. i also dont think its really up to u to decide, but i let u, for now. it just sucks when u can do the same. i remember when we fought in the car bc i couldnt get a haircut the same time u did. i wanna get tattoos. i wanna talk to other friends bc i guess yeah u do resent them bc im more free around them. im more free bc i never feel judged or condescended to. i know you dont mean to. and i shouldnt compare. but i just cant be myself around u either and ill fix that the same time u fix ur shit u know? ily

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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years

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🎃 idk if this counts as spooky but you and Draco trying a bunch of muggle candy (which reader is familiar too growing up in the muggle world) and watching a bunch of Halloween classics with him while just DEVOURING the Halloween candy and you guys fall asleep watching these movies but Draco wakes up with a tummy ache and you're like "i fucking told you so" and he's just looking at you with a mad expression but kinda sad and he's like "totally worth it though" so the following day you take care of him

Ugh this is so loooong, anyway

glad you’re as crazy about draco as i am 😩🙏🏼

“Mm, this one’s good.” Draco said with a mouth full of multiple sweets his girlfriend had introduced to him.

“Which one?” Y/N asked, her eyes focused on the second movie - Halloween - that she picked out for the couple that 31st of October.

“This one.” He replied, holding up a wrinkled orange wrapper, his fingertips smudged with calories.

“Ah,” Y/N said, moving closer to Draco so she could lay her head comfortably on his stomach. “Kit Kat.”

“Oh, I like this one, too!” Draco said, holding up a triangular orange, white, and red hard candy.

“That one’s candy corn, my love.” Y/N smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth of chocolate. “Your parents really never let you have sugar? Not even cake?”

“Nope.” He said, popping the “p” before plopping a Reese’s peanut butter cup into his mouth, smiling in delight at the taste.

“Hm.” Y/N said absentmindedly, still focused on the movie. She inched her hand closer to Draco’s glow-in-the-dark witch hat basket Y/N had gifted him.

Draco swatted her hand away, holding the basket high up and away from her, continuing to indulge in the tasty treats.

“Draco.” Y/N said sternly, leaning over his chest for the candy, but his arm was too long for her to reach. “Give me your candy.”

“No way. I worked hard for this!”

“I bought it for you!” Y/N exclaimed, not believing the blasphemy that was pouring out of his filthy mouth.

“Whatever. Eat your own.” Draco said, popping purple and pink Nerds into his mouth, crinkling his mouth and eyes at the sour taste.

“I gave you mine, you idiot!” Y/N said.

“Your mistake.” Draco shrugged.

“No, it’s your mistake now.” Y/N said, tickling his sides and giggling triumphantly when he immediately dropped the bucket on the floor, begging her to stop.

“Free enterprise!” She yelled over his laughing and pleas, stuffing candy anywhere she could.

“You are a child.” Draco scowled, upset about the fact that she’d stolen a few M&M packets.

“You’re the one who insisted we go trick-or-treating.” Y/N said coolly, tipping her head back and opening her mouth wide, pouring pop rocks onto her tongue.

“Whatever.” Draco rolled his eyes, continuing to eat the rest of the candies he was able to salvage.

After the fifth movie they’d watched, Y/N realized something. “Babe, you’re eating a lot of candy.”

“Can you blame me?” He said, moaning at the taste of Dove milk chocolate.

“Well, no, but you’re gonna get a tummyache if you keep eating this much.” She said, grouping all the wrappers and mess the two had made on the bed into one pile.

“I don’t get stomachaches. I am invincible.” Draco said, making Y/N wish for the moment where he’d regret saying that to come faster.

“Sure you are. Let’s see how you feel tomorrow morning.” She rolled her eyes, turning off the TV and yawning. “Goodnight, darling.”

Y/N woke up, not to her surprise, to see a blond head on his knees, gripping onto his stomach for his dear life.

“Love, what’s wrong?” She asked immediately through the morning grogginess, at his side in a flash.

“Too much candy.” Was all Draco could say, his face paler than a ghost.

Y/N looked at him with a straight face and blinked. “I fucking told you.”

“Y/N/N! Now is not the time for scolding me!” Draco said, swallowing back what sounded like bile making its way up his throat. “Just make it go away, please.” He begged, holding onto her torso and pressing his head against her stomach.

“The best thing you can do right now is let it pass, Dray.” She said, carding her fingers through his soft hair.

“Don’t you muggles have a candy that can make you feel better?” Draco asked, hunched over her body, taking deep breaths through each few words he spoke.

“Candy’s what got you into this mess!” She laughed, holding his face in her palms. “I’ll make you some soup for your tummy, okay?” She nodded, smiling faintly as she made her way downstairs.

When she came back with a tray that held a flower, some warm chicken soup, and Draco’s favorite tea, she did not expect to see Draco munching on yet another piece of candy.

“Draco,” she said, watching him devour multiple candies at once. “what in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing?”

“For the record,” Draco said, swallowing a Twix bar whole, which Y/N had never ever in her life, seen someone do before. “this is worth the pain.”

#hlbutterflycelebration #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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Pairings: Bakugou x fem!Reader

Tags: 18+, dirty talk, explicit scenes, mutual masturbation, penetration, bakugou being a switch, reader is a dom, lots of back and forth between characters, slow burn

A/N: this was supposed to be divided into two parts but surprise, surprise! i got lazy :) i had so much writing this. this might be my favorite fic ive written so far! this is a loooong one. enjoy!

P.S this is the unedited ver. I will posting the final on my AO3 account (sorryimanon)

Katsuki disliked her. No, he absolutely loathed her. Ever since she stepped foot into the classroom, it was destined for there to be a hostile barrier between the two of them. Granted, all she did was sweetly greet him like the rest of her fellow classmates, but Katsuki completely saw through her fading facade and ignored the kind gesture with a threatening showcase of his quirk.

"Being nice won't get you anywhere, baka," he snarled, glaring intensely at her all the while everyone watched the whole scene unfold.

He treated her like a foolish peasant after that initial encounter, disregarding her in any way shape or form as disgust shone through his eyes.

Y/N persevered the oncoming school years despite the blonde breathing down her neck consistently everyday. Katsuki's aggressive nature towards her subsided once graduation commenced, alluding to the blossoming maturity each student should have endured before branching off into hero work.

Not long after the celebratory succession, y/n bounced to several agencies that offered the same beneficial agreements for her. None caught her attention. Until one day she received a recommendation from Endeavor himself to work full time at his agency. Of course she accepted it and immediately wrote her sloppy signature down on the contract. Unbeknownst to her excitement, a separate copy of the contract was sent to another uprising hero around her age group.

So when she strutted in that morning of orientation, she never expected to see the very infamous Katsuki Bakugou slouched on one of the many chairs in the meeting room. Her throat tightened as she took a seat next to him, his height still freakishly tall even when they were just sitting. Staring straight forward to prevent from any means of eye contact with him, he lowered his head at her eye level and crooked a half smile.

"I'm gonna make you regret for even considering joining here, extra." A fleck of his spit hit the side of her face. Learning from her past encounters with Katsuki, y/n held her tongue in hopes for him to feel satisfied enough to leave her alone.

Thankfully their office hours were inconsistent to where they didn't intervene with each other, neither of them awkwardly meeting in the lobby or an elevator. However, sometimes y/n and Bakugou would desire the same craving for a caffeinated beverage and find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder by the coffee machine.

Bakugou likes his coffee black, she mentally jotted down as she intently watched his usual routine of preparing the beverage.

Like the asshole he is, Bakugou would purposely tip the mug and let a few trickles of the hot liquid burn her hand. He's done this every single time before he leaves y/n alone in the break room. Deep down, he relishes in the strained expression on her face when he inflicts the pain upon her. Thoughts danced across his head. Some involving him blasting y/n into the stratosphere to her kissing the tips of his boots for mercy. Either way, her being so submissive and, dare he say, a pussy to stand her ground sufficed him enough for the time being. But sometimes it pissed him off.

The constant harassment by the angry blonde went unnoticed by their other colleagues, including Endeavor, leaving y/n to prepare every morning to face the wrath of Katsuki Bakugou. His verbal abuse never wavered, occasionally whispering under his breath "weakling" or "stupid girl" whenever the pair were in the same room together. One time he sent her on a wild goose chase to find a missing case file that miraculously disappeared from her desk while she was copying something in the other room. Hours later, she soon discovers the said file tucked behind Katsuki's arm, snatching it from his grip and not once reprimanding him for wasting her time. Y/N eventually got used to it. Adapting to the annual insults of her work ethics and anything he could muster up from his sleeve. Both finally accepted their twisted dynamic, and became accustomed to the work lifestyle.

Months later, the dynamic soon changed when Endeavor announced an emergency meeting with everyone in the building. Apparently a new wave of villains have been reigning terror over the city, causing major damages and fatalities in a matter of weeks. Rumors started to circulate that the new generation of heroes don't have the capabilities to apprehend this group of evil doers. In the meeting, Endeavor made it clear for everyone to be partnered up before he dismisses them to patrol for the night, suggesting that pairing up with someone who is complimentary to your quirk is efficient for when dealing with these kinds of villains.

That's why y/n didn't voice her complaint when she inevitably got matched with Bakugou. His quirk alone was powerful already. With both of their quirks combined, there's no telling how the mission will go, but she surprisingly feels safe knowing he'll be sticking by her side throughout the rest of the night. It'll be a quick mission, then they'll return back to their previous mundane duties in the office. Back to Katsuki's mental and verbal torment.

"Could you move any slower?" Katsuki barked as both he and y/n were taking a quick stroll through the public park, scoping out for any signs of danger.

She was a step behind him, careful not to bump his shoulder or invade his space. She mumbled out a quick apology and fastened her pace, catching up to the man in gear. Tonight he wore his alternative hero costume, the design made specifically for when the temperature reaches an undesirable degree. The collar touched below the tip of his chin, his chiseled chest covered with the thick black material, and his arms protected from the cold with the addition of sleeves.

"Fucking weakling..." she heard him mumble once they circled the perimeter again.

Bakugou insisted for them to scout out as many places as possible in hopes for an encounter. He desperately needs any excuse for some action, to use his quirk out of anger. Previously, they patrolled the empty plaza of Tatoone shopping center. Other heroes were there as well, but still no signs of any villains lurking in the dark. For the third time, they met up at the center of the park after making another round, both already tired of the tedious task.

"Just our fucking luck. Still no signs of those stupid villains. I guess we should patrol the outskirts of-."

A bright luminescent beam struck the middle of Bakugou's chest cavity, ricocheting him backwards to slam against the trunk of a large tree, knocking him unconscious instantly. Startled, y/n's eyes frantically searched for the perpetrator, only to meet a pair of glowing green orbs staring right back. She shifted her stance in preparation for their next attack, blocking Bakugou's lifeless body from the villains view. Another beam shot from the darkness, only this time y/n counter balanced the blow by rolling to side, the blast missing her by a couple of feet. Y/N quickly raised to her feet and ran head first towards the dark figure. Without preamble, the figure shot multiple beams at the hero, each one emitting from the void of their chest.

Y/N dodged the bright suffocating strips of light, her feet shuffling and heart racing due to the adrenaline rush. However, she miscalculated her next move which allowed the figure to strike her left shoulder when she was distracted for a split second. Pain shot throughout her shoulder blade. Eyes drawn to a close, her hand shot up to cradle the injury. The intense sensation started to spread from the upper half of her body to below. Everything suddenly became numb, including her sensors. She couldn't feel the tips of her digits nor move any part of her face. The muscles in her legs soon stopped contracting, resulting in her knees giving out. She felt the hard, coarse ground beneath her as the darkness began to swallow up her line of vision. The last thing she saw was a scuffed up Bakugou laying face flat on the drenched grass.

- Y/N stirred awake, lifting one of her half lidded eyes expecting to see the villain looming over her tired body. But all she saw was the popcorn ceiling sheltering her, an overhead fan turned on and the curtains tightly shut. She slowly inclined her body upright and peeled the covers from her clammy figure. Still in the process of waking up, she made her way to the attached bathroom by the bed and located the sink. She splashed the cold water on her face, letting the droplets drench the clothes she was currently wearing. Turning off the facet, she craned her head to view the damage on her shoulder in the mirror. But how come she couldn't recognize herself?

Tuffs of blonde spiked out from her head. Her eyes weren't the same color either. Red crimson irises replaced the ones she had before. The injury from last night on her shoulder wasn't there no more, but she took sight at how broad they became. And she wasn't wearing her typical pajama top and bottoms. This morning she was clad in a black tank top and a pair of soft sweat pants.

No, this can't be true. This has to be some sick nightmare. Jolting backwards on her heel, she let out a terrible shriek. After screaming for a good minute, she calmed down and rested her hands on the bathroom counter, transfixed on the reflection in front of her.

"I-I somehow transformed into Bakugou!" The deep timbre voice of bakugou replaced her own. She tugged on the unkept hair and knitted her eyes shut. "This is only a dream. I'm dreaming right? I can't possibly be in Bakugou's body."

A loud ringing noise alerted y/n to open her eyes again. It was coming from her bedroom. Correction, his bedroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror one more time before retrieving the phone that was stuffed in a green duffel bag. Her eyes widened. She recognized her phone number on the screen. Knowing the circumstances, she pressed answered and awaited for the receiver on the other end to speak.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

"So, we somehow switched bodies because of being struck by that villains quirk the other night. How long did they say this will last then?" Y/N questioned Bakugou the following morning once they agreed to meet up somewhere in private. Right now they were sitting across from each other on a stone bench by the lake, the morning sun peaking through the tall skyscrapers behind them.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, technically hers, and said, "Endeavor informed me it'll probably linger for a good week. He also wanted us to not be on duty till we recuperate from this, saying that the side effects will drain our bodies." He couldn't muster up the courage to stare at her, because all he would see is the reflection of himself. "Unfortunately the villain fled the scene before the others arrived to retrieve us. They're still out there causing havoc."

"This is freaking weird."

"Fucking."

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. Across from her, Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.

"If you're gonna be me for a whole week then you might as well not sugar coat my vocabulary-dumbass."

Right, she now has to devote her time and effort into mirroring Bakugou's explosive personality. But that also means he too has to put on a show in order to persuade everyone he was her.

"Oh, okay..." she started but tensed up when realizing Bakugou was gazing expectantly at her. "D-Dumbass?"

Katsuki groaned as he rolled his eyes at her failed attempt of portraying him.

"This is going to be a long ass week."

- Bakugou grunted in disgust as he scavenged through y/n's closet for something to wear. Every piece of clothing so far hasn't met his criteria of approval to put on his body. There was an unnecessary amount of yoga pants and the most ugliest oversized graphic tees he's ever laid his eyes upon stored in her drawer. Growing up in a household of highly praised designers, the influence shifted his taste in fashion over the years. So, he made the rational decision to make a quick trip to the mall and purchase a few outfits for himself. Considering he's going to be in this body for a whole week, maybe even more, he might as well present himself looking ten times better than she ever has.

He tittered around the mall window shopping, entering store after store leaving with a handful of clothes in plastic and paper bags. So far he bought some outfits that edged a little on the fancy side, but paid no mind to his bank account. Bakugou guesstimated y/n's size during the venture, not wanting to pry or see what's underneath these restricting fabrics. He was about to leave when a frilly-pink themed store caught his attention.

It's a lingerie store, Bakugou thought as he neared closer to the entrance.

Posters inside the displays showcased attractive half naked women clad in nothing but the delicate material. Not to mention they were all posing seductively. An involuntary image of y/n flashed across his eyes, her imitating the same lustrous pose as well as wearing the sheer lingerie like the women behind the glass. Steams of heat practically blowed out from his ears, along with the embarrassing shade of pink panting his cheeks. He clamped a hand on his mouth, eyes widen in disbelief.

The fuck did I just imagine? There's no way in hell that just happened!

He must've been loitering there for awhile because a young girl, possibly his age, was standing in the threshold of the store wearing a pastel pink apron, giving him a welcoming smile.

She spoke, "Looking to shop for something, ma'am?"

Remembering back to y/n's distasteful clothing, he noted that she also lacked having any 'pretty' undergarments. It wasn't that he intentionally raided through her underwear, he just so happen to have stumbled upon the almost empty drawer by accident. In retrospect, he's doing her a favor. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yes actually. Can you show me your most expensive set?" - "To your left! That dudes been camping by that spot since the match. He'll snipe you in the open!" Kirishima informed y/n as they both sat criss cross on the cushioned couch.

They've been playing the same game for hours. Y/N prayed for at least one water break or grab something quick to eat since they haven't moved an inch from their spots. Kirishima promised after this match he'll order some takeout for the both of them, but he said the same thing 8 matches ago. All she could do for now was pretend to be immersed in the game, getting a couple of impressive kills here and there, subsequently ranking her to a bronze level. Her digits were beginning to cramp up due to the repetitive moments of smashing down on the labeled buttons on the wireless controller. The screen across from them suddenly went dark and flashed the scoreboard from the recent match. Another successful victory.

"BOOYAAA!!!!" Kirishima clapped his hands and did a celebratory dance. "Ah, good game Bakugou."

Y/N flinched from hearing the blondes name.

"Kirishima, it's Y/N," she reluctantly reminded him.

Kirishima's whole demeanor went south. He chucked out a dry laugh and nervously started rubbing the back of his neck.

"R-Right sorry. Couldn't help myself. I mean, I am looking at Bakugou. Same face, voice, hair, and scary eyes."

After being battered by the villains quirk, Kirishima and Sun Eater were the ones to retrieve them before law enforcement shortly arrived once the perpetrator fled the scene. They were all under one strict oath to not mention this to the public, or else everyone’s image will tarnished and skew the potential of our future rankings.

"I know. I'm still trying to process this whole thing. I've been avoiding all the mirrors in the apartment since I came back." Y/N stood up from the couch and sauntered over to her designated bedroom for the week. She reached for the door handle but stiffened when a pair of hardened hands rested on her broad shoulders.

"Aye, don't worry so much. I bet you Bakugou is thinking the same thing. This week will be over before you know it," he absentmindedly began massaging the area between your shoulder blades and neck.

Does he always treat Bakugou like this despite that nasty little Pomeranian being a complete asshole to everyone?

"Kirishima?"

"Yeah?"

"What is Bakugou like around you?"

The red head hummed to himself at the random question, thinking of a perfect answer to her curiosity.

"The same how he was in high school except more tamer I guess. But I enjoy his presence none the less."

Then why does he seem to unleash his untamed feelings towards me specifically?

Y/N sighed, obviously not satisfied with that answer.

"Out of everybody, he seems to despise me more and more like it's a game," she said without realizing.

"You know how he is Y/N. He's very abrasive and blunt when it comes to other people's emotions, but deep down I know he only acts like that because he wants to present a strong image in front of everyone," he started. "He's scared of others looking down on him, I know that for sure. But I always looked up to Bakugou from the day I personally got to know him. So, I guess he just stayed by my side because of my admiration for him."

Bakugou is always putting up a front then.

"Interesting...well I'm gonna go to bed now. Thanks for keeping me company," y/n said once again reaching for the knob and opening the door, ignoring the red heads pleas for her not go to sleep on an empty stomach. -

The next day Bakugou found himself inside y/n's bathroom, feet firmly planted on the tiled floor not daring to move an inch. Even though he wasn't in his own body that didn't stop him from paying a visit to the gym this morning. He went extra hard on every machine, not caring about the wandering eyes men gave him while he dead lifted weights. Drenched in nothing but his own glistening sweat, Bakugou entered y/n's small apartment as he dragged his tired feet to the bedroom he was now familiarized with.

Something foul wafted into his nostrils, almost making him teary eyed to the stench. He tried to recall the last time he took a shower. Vaguely he remembers washing his body the morning before he got attack by the powerful quirk. It's been several days since then. This was one thing he didn't want to endure during his experience of switching bodies. He's been neglecting his own hygiene to avoid seeing y/n's exposed body parts. Changing out from her clothes with closed eyes was difficult enough, but taking a fucking shower?! Such a shitty predicament. But he can't smell like this for the remainder of being stuck in this body. He'll die of suffocation.

Ah fuck, that must mean she has to take a shower as well. Or worse, she already has and saw everything.

His eye twitched, lips trembling in fear at what he's about to witness.

Fuck it, I can't go out smelling like shit!

With shaky fingers he began stripping, eyes trained on anything but y/n's figure, the faint sound of the water streaming white noise to him. Her gym clothes piled on the floor, Katsuki slipped into the shower, head titled slightly to view only the shower head. He messed around with the chrome handle, indecisive on what temperature he wanted. Settled onto cold to awaken his sluggish state, he positioned himself under the shower head, goosebumps prickling his skin due to the sudden drop of temperature. Water droplets streamed down and canaled to his lower regions, the sensation relaxing his anxiousness just a smidge. He surveyed the options y/n had laid out for hair care products and grabbed the nearest one. Rubbing the body wash into the palms of his hands, he caught himself, arm mid raised getting ready to wash each crevice of his body.

Shit shit shit shit

The hand in front of him began shaking.

She won't know. It's not like I'm touching her sexually, I'm just keeping her clean for fucks sake!

As gentle as he could, Bakugou washed away the soapy residue, fingers cautiously ghosting over anything perking out. A moment too soon, he accidentally skimmed over her chest a little too fast, the tips of his fingers touching something that was hard and protruding. His breathing hitched.

I just felt her fucking nipple!

But fuck, it strangely felt quite pleasant. Pleasurable even if he had to admit.

He continued on with his previous ministrations, cupping her boobs like a madman and swiping one thumb over the taunt surface to test the waters. A fierce, tingling sensation surged shivers down his spine. An unsolicited low moan spurred out from the blonde.

"Hah!"

What the hell?! Why am I still touching her tits? And why am I enjoying it?

Finishing up his routine quickly, Bakugou snatched a towel from the cabinet and rubbed away all the sinful thoughts desperately from his head, a constant fight between his morals and neediness. Nobody will never know what he committed in the confines of her own apartment. And it'll fucking stay like that till on his death bed.

I practically assaulted her. I'm so fucking disgusting

For the rest of the remaining day, Bakugou planned on meeting up with Kirishima to hangout. He wanted to coerce the red head into talking about anything other than y/n. His mind needs the relief. He needs this spell to be over with.

He can't stand trying to fit into women's jeans any longer - Kirishima woke up that morning to a chorus of shrieks. Girlish shrieks, might he add. He thought maybe the neighbors were selfishly doing not-so-holy-things at the peak of dawn. But him and Katsuki were resided on the highest level of the penthouse, them being the only residents on the empty floor. It clicked once he heard his name through the thin walls.

"Ah! Y/N I'm coming!" He leaped from his bed and reached y/n's, technically Bakugou's, room in a matter of seconds.

Y/N's body twitched to the sound of the door being slammed open, the impact rattling the very few wall decorations in the blondes space. Standing in the threshold was the friendly red head, huffing and puffing air out of his chest like he just got done running a marathon.

"K-Kiri! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!" Her words afterwards became a jumbled mess, realizing the predicament she pushed herself into.

"Hey, hey, calm down! Tell me what's wrong. It sounded like you were in pain. Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" The red had to remind himself this was indeed another person inside Bakugou's body, because Bakugou would never apologize repeatedly for the sake of apologizing in his entire life.

Y/N was looking quite pallid now, sheepishly tugging on the black covers of the bed, trying to find the easiest way on how to lay this out to her new roommate.

"Well...I just...I woke up to - ah crap."

Instead of explaining her situation, she pulled back the blanket to show kiri the thing protruding between her uncommonly, muscular legs. Kirishima's eyes widen instantaneously, eating up the pitched tent inside her basketball shorts. Oddly enough, this wasn't his first rodeo upon seeing the blonde with a boner. They were dudes. And dudes living together were bound to witness each other's 'flesh swords', he'd like to put it.

"Oh, morning wood? That's pretty normal. Nothing to fret y/n!" He dismissed her with the wave of his hand. "Bakugou gets them all the time! In fact, I remember he'd get them after sparring sessions back in our U.A days-."

"Okayyyyy, Never mind that! I know I have a boner. Just exactly how do I get rid of it?!"

"You mean, you don't know? Haven't you been taught this in Sex Ed class?" Kiri was actually curious as to why she doesn't know nor remember. He surly does. Learning about the human body by the infamous sultry teacher, Midnight, engraved so much information into his tiny-teenage brain.

"That was considered an extra curricular class. I took a CPR class instead."

"Right well, from what she taught us and from my own personal experience, you gotta rub one out."

Y/N's whole face contorted into a confused mess of disgust.

"Rub a what now?" She asked, although she had a feeling what the euphemism meant.

Kiri's face blotched red, the tint flushing to his chest as well. The man was evidently embarrassed about having this conversation with someone who wasn't Bakugou.

"I essentially mean you gotta masturbate. Ya know, in order to calm down your boner," he paused seeing how distraught y/n became. "It won't hurt I promise you! Don't worry, it feels really good! Like, eating ice cream good! Ah no that's not a good analogy!"

"This is so fucking horrifying..." Y/N poked at the thing, rightfully known as his dick, and kept starring as if it might miraculously subside to its original size.

Kiri coughed, grabbing her attention away from Bakugou's dick.

"He has lotion stashed in his drawer," he started, but malfunctioned seconds later. He revealed something private to someone that bakugou condemned as a 'weakling'. "That is if you need it for lubricant. It's kind of tough to jerk off dry..." his sentence fell off midway.

Y/N mumbled out an "Ok", and retrieved said lotion from the lower bunk of his drawers. She felt a pair of eyes on her. Kiri was still standing awkwardly by the doorway, unsure wether or not if that's his cue to leave.

"Um, thanks Kiri. You can leave now," she plopped back onto Bakugou's king sized bed.

This man sleeps alone. He doesn't need a ginormous bed all to himself.

"R-Right! Well, enjoy jerking off- ah no I meant - I didn't word that correctly! Ah geez, see ya later!" He sprinted out the door like his life depended on it.

Locking the door behind her, y/n forced herself into the attached bathroom, the lotion burning the palms of her hand each second. Once she settled down on the lid of the toilet, she shimmied out from his loose basketball shorts, letting them pool at her ankles.

If there's one thing she learned that morning, it was that being a man had its weird benefits. - "Slow down Bakugou! Let me at least catch up before you black out!" Kirishima was on his third shot while Bakugou just downed his sixth one for the night.

The blonde growled under his breath and tugged the red head by his collar to his mouth.

"Fucking idiot, don't call me that. It's y/n when we're out in public," he loosens his grip and snatches kiri's shot and tips his head back to drain it all down his throat, the burning sensation long gone.

"Ugh, my brain can't keep up with this whole switching body shit. It's been so hard back at the apartment." He internally cringes from the recollection of y/n popping her first boner this morning.

"What do you mean? Has that dumbass been giving you a hard time? If she has, I'll give her a piece of my mind."

"Not at all! She's been a saint while living with me. Which by the way, how come you can't just live at the penthouse while y/n stays at her place?

While Kirishima was talking, Bakugou ordered another round of shots. The bartender shoved a whole bottle of Fireball towards the man, saving him in the future to not ask anymore. The young server gave Bakugou a sly wink and returned back to serving other customers down the line. Cheeks flushed red, Bakugou thinks the man behind the bar was being too nice for his liking. He poured two more shots while keeping an eye on the average looking employee. If kirishima kept babbling, he might as well funnel the entire bottle in one sitting.

"I'm just following endeavors orders. We're not supposed to gain attention from those stupid reporters that camp outside our penthouse," he takes another swing of the warm liquid. "I'd rather fucking be quirkless than mistaken for having any rumored relations with her."

"Can I ask a genuine question? How come you hate y/n so much?"

"I don't hate her, I dislike her. There's a difference."

"I don't know man. Sometimes I mistaken your dislike with love."

"EXCUSE ME? IM NOT IN LOVE OF THAT BITCH?!"

"C'mon dude, I'm sensing a lot of denial from you. Also, shouldn't you be acting like her right now? She's very soft spoken if I'm not mistaken,"

"I'm not in denial idiot. I hate how soft she speaks. I hate how sickeningly kind she is even though nobody deserves it. I hate how she wastes her talented quirk and doesn't see the potential. She's a lost cause Kiri. She won't last for much longer in this field if she keeps this up."

"Wow, for someone who dislikes her as such, you surly sound like you care about heeeerrrrrr," kirshima drawled out in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up and finish your shot, shitty hair."

When the blonde was driving back to her apartment later that night, he slammed his fists against the steering wheel when an afterthought came to him.

His whole reasoning as to why he went out in the first place, and he can't seem to restrict himself from talking about the girl he's trapped in.

Even in this goddamn body I can't seem to steer clear from y/n talk! - Izuku had to do a double take when he entered the small coffee shop. Something about seeing the pensive blonde sitting patiently in a booth by the corner really made him feel like he was sucked into another dimension. Today y/n was wearing a white v-neck with a wool green cardigan and tight black jeans.

Kacchan owns cardigans? He thought, clearly amused.

Upon hearing the ding coming from the door, Y/N raised her head from her phone and waved Izuku over to her table. The poor man seemed like he was going combust right there. It's been awhile since he's spoken to his old classmate.

The green haired hero slid into the booth across from her and immediately started speaking Deku language.

"H-Hey Kacchan! Boy it's been awhile hasn't it? I was a little stunned seeing your message this morning asking to hangout. I'm sorry that I couldn't meet up sooner. I had an early patrol shift from 9 to 5. You might know how that feels, right?! Oh gosh I'm sounding like an adult. Can you believe we're adults-."

"Midor- I mean Deku, I called you up to ask about if you have any leads on the villain with the body switching quirk?" She cut him off.

"Oh yeah, that villain has been spotted a few times since the last attack. Of course most of my team hasn't been able to reprimand them. A few close calls though. But I heard two people from your sector got hit by the quirk! Are they doing okay?"

I hate lying to those big freaking green eyes.

"That's not true. They got hurt, but no one was attacked by their quirk. I just need to know if you have any information on the quirk in particular and what to do in order to reverse it."

Underneath the table, Izuku fumbled inside his pockets in search for his mini notebook. He still obtained the habit of jotting down everything, literally everything, in hopes the information will provide any source of aide. Izuku became all jittery and excited at the thought of sharing anything with Kacchan!

The small, crinkled notebook was slid across the table, hitting the tips of y/n's knuckles.

"Page 124, the first indent I wrote. It's mainly about my own conspiracy on what the villains quirk is. That was before their first debut of course. But now since we know it's a type of body switching quirk, I tried to pin point on what exactly lifts the quirks effect on the victim," Izuku explained casually while y/n skimmed through the notes and passages. "I did a little detective work on my own and contacted the people who were attacked by the villain. From what I gathered, let's just say- it's a bit taboo ."

This piqued her interest.

"What do you mean by, taboo?"

The man began to wave his hands around fervently in attempt to steer the blonde away from prying more. But y/n swatted Izuku's hand and continued reading the sloppy inscriptions.

Her eyes popped out from her sockets.

"I have to what?!" A few civilians stared in their direction, obviously gravitated to the familiar gruff voice.

"Calm down Kacchan! Why are you so angry for?"

Y/N rubbed her temple all the while wanting to slowly die than endure anymore of this.

"Nothing. Just- Ugh...Is it alright if I borrow this?"

"Y-Yeah! Kacchan can borrow anything from me as long as he returns it!" There was that gleam again in his eyes.

"Thanks Izuku, I owe you one!" She squeezed the greenettes freckled hand before leaving the booth and the shop all together.

Still in the cafe, Izuku sat frozen as if someone walked in with gun. Internally though, he was screaming. -

Y/N: Please call me. It's urgent

It was a Friday night when Bakugou received the cryptic message from her. He was in the middle of watching his true crime show when the annoying ding from his phone went off. For once, he just wanted to relax his mind and go on auto pilot without stressing his already strained body. It's the whole principle of Friday's. To fuck off and ignore everyone. What's so fucking important for her to text him out of the blue then?

Another acute ding.

Bakugou peeked over his shoulder to see who disrupted him this time.

Y/N: Bakugou, we need to talk. This isn't something to ignore.

He rolled his eyes and retrained his focus on the tv screen.

Ding Ding Ding

"FOR FUCK SAKE!" He released an animalistic growl from the depths of his throat, scratching his voice box even more. His fingers typed away aggressively, not bothering to read her previous messages.

BK: Leave me the fuck alone. You're to only text me if it involves with the reverse of this stupid quirk 🖕🏼

Three dots appeared immediately after he sent that. Bakugou started losing his patience while waiting for her response. He hated wasting precious time, especially if there was a second party involved. Her message finally delivered. Bakugou's eyes grew larger in size as he read the text.

Y/N: that's why I'm texting you idiot 🙄 I met up with Midoriya today and he may have given me the solution to our problem.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he typed out his last text message to her.

BK: fine. come over then. we can talk about it when you get here.

This time he didn't wait for her to respond back and began cleaning her apartment. - Feeling nervous was an understatement. Y/N felt like she was driving herself to her own execution. Bakugou being the one to carry out the death sentence. She didn't doubt the blonde would be elated at the idea of her being put under a torture device.

Okay, maybe he wasn't too malice to actually do it, but he probably entertained the thought.

Thankfully Bakugou's penthouse wasn't far from her own apartment, saving her much needed gas in case he goes ballistic on her.

The door flew open when she arrived shortly after one knock, revealing a very sluggish looking Y/N shooting daggers at her. Well, at least her body wasn't dressed in bruises or burn marks. That's a win. Bakugou paired herself with a cute crop top and silky pajama shorts. He's got taste she'll give him that.

Her apartment remained exactly the same as she left it when they both were ordered to switch residency's. Only a few traces of Bakugou were found. Mainly in the kitchen, where all his fancy cooking equipment and utensils were laid out. Unlike him, she ate out almost every night due to the red head being incompetent in the kitchen. He almost burnt down the complex last night. He relied upon his friend to do most of the cooking in their household.

The blonde briskly brushed passed her to sit on the couch, slinging his feet on the coffee table to make himself comfortable. Too comfortable, she noted.

"Well, spill it. What did the damn nerd tell you that could help us with this shit?" He inquired without preamble.

Like a hero, she was here on a mission. A mission that needs to be completed as soon as possible, even if the mission itself was ludicrous. She reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve the mini book, and flipped soundlessly to the page Izuku marked for her.

"On here it says that the quirk can last up to a week, maybe even more, depending on the victim(s). The effected will experience dry eyes, nausea, insomnia, painful migraines, and uncontrollable shaking due to being inside another persons body. They must let the quirk take its course then," she read out loud, ignoring Bakugou's groans of annoyance. "But, for rare cases, there have been reports of one's libido being greatly impacted. The victim will be in constant, insurmountable pain unless they relief themselves, then the two bodies will return back to normal."

To her surprise, Bakugou didn't show an ounce of indignation after hearing this piece of information. He seemed almost indifferent.

And there's no denying the truth. Both of their hormones have been off the rails. Ever since the incident in the shower, Bakugou has caught himself numerous times touching Y/N's boobs. Coping a sly feel as he cooked, cleaned, and even while he scrolled through his social media. Sometimes her ass as well to see if it felt good in his hands. Y/N was no saint either. Sporting boners every hour for no particular reason. All the blood rushing to her lower region became unbearable when she didn't take care of it. Kirishima kept reassuring her that it's natural for a man to get them a lot. But how much was too much?

He threw his hands up in the air and scoffs. "That's it? I just gotta jack off and then we're free from this curse?"

This is the part she dreaded the most. An uncomfortable heat flash roused up her face, a deep shade of red inching across her cheeks and nose.

"No. That's not what it means. We basically have to...ya know...," she paused mid sentence, too bashful to finish, desperately wanting Bakugou to put two and two together.

She shrunk in her position as the blonde narrowed his eyes at her.

"We have to fuck each other?" He profoundly acclaimed.

"Don't put it like that! But yeah, technically, we have to...help relief each other in order to switch back."

"If you wanted to jump my bones so bad you could've just asked." He leans back against the couch, arm draped lazily over the shoulder of the furniture, along with a playful smirk tugging up on the corners of his mouth. Y/N's blood ran cold when she felt the tiniest twitch down below. Her borrowed reproductive organ is betraying her!

"Do you want to be in constant pain till this all wears off? Or do you want to get this over with and never talk to each other again?" Y/N shuffled more towards the abrasive man, a strong tidal wave of anger rising within her.

"It won't matter because you always wound up in my presence anyway. Like a fucking pest that won't leave me alone." Without realizing it, Bakugou got up from his spot on the couch and marched over to Y/N, who at the moment looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel.

Another thing he hated about switching bodies was the fact that everyone towered over him, despite him being on his tippy toes. The woman in front of him acclimated his height, giving her the upperhand if they were to battle it out right now. If anything he could kick her shins at best.

"Whatever...I'm leaving," was all she said before storming off to the front door, grabbing her things along with her as she grew farther from him.

Katsuki's legs were moving on their own. His hand reached out and grabbed Y/N's forearm, halting her movements altogether. She's clearly enraged, thrashing her body back and forth to loosen his grip on her. He eventually grew tired of her stubborness and secured his grip on both of her arms, trapping her between the door and his body, producing a loud 'thump!'. Although he was in her body, he still carried his strength. In a matter of seconds, both Y/N and Bakugou were chest to chest now, their centers tapping aganist each other. She averted her gaze to the floor, as if their shoes were more interesting than this whole shitshow of a dilema. Bakugou squeezed her shoudlers, a little too much for her liking, to gain her attention again.

"I didn't say no, did I?" he asked hotly, his warm breath hitting her collarbones. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine, causing her breathing to hitch. Bakugou noticed her sudden stiffness and began rubbing gentle circles into the tender flesh of her skin. "Hoho, someone's excited aren't they?"

Confused, Y/N furrowed her brows and backed up further into the wooden door. But her question was soon to be answered as she followed Bakugou's hungry gaze to the prominent bludge taunting from her pants. Betrayed once again by her unstable horniness!

"Guess I'm not the only one," she accuses once spotting the definite wet stain around Bakugou's crotch. He smirked at that.

"Take care of it then," his voice oozed of seduction and want, rewarding him another twitch in your tight pants. The libido was taking full effect now, any animosity they had before was thrown out the window. Past arguments also long forgotten. Their main priority at the moment was to experience the sweet relief of coming undone.

Y/N darted her hand down to the spot Bakugou needed attention from, and cupped his crotch with her abnormally large hand. Bakugou lets out a shaky exhale as her fingers danced around the sensitive area. One of her fingers moved instinctively, feeling how drenched he was in his panties, and rubbed the underside to get a better feel of the sex.

"You're so wet Bakugou," Y/N mused softly. She leaned forward, searching into Bakugou's eyes for any signs of him wanting this to end. But the pool of his irises were blown out, no tint of your original color in them anymore. "Do you want more?"

He nodded quickly, his hair bobbing up and down. Y/N chuckled and removed her hand from its previous position to the hem of Bakugou's shorts, teasingly toying the waistband. She slipped smoothly into his shorts, tickling him in the process, and toyed with the corners of his panties before moving them aside so she could have access to the thing she's been craving to touch. Wetness lathered up her fingers with just one swipe, causing Bakugou to purse his lips and shut his eyes tightly.

"Is Bakugou embarrassed? Are you mad that I have the upper hand now? After all those years of verbally tormenting me, you can't handle my simple touch?" She whispered dangerously close into his ear. During this, she couldn't tell if he was pissed or turned on. Maybe a mixture of both, but she took pride in his strained expression.

"W-Watch your goddamn mouth. Or do I need to shut you up myself, eh?" By shutting her up, he meant mirroring her exact ministrations. The petite hand of Bakugou's latched onto the zipper of her jeans, and impressively dragged it down in one swipe without getting anything caught. He reached into the tight restraints of her boxer briefs and pulled out the hardened dick. He clicked his tongue. "Not to sound like a narcissist, but you gotta admit, my dick looks pretty."

"Just shut up and jerk me off you asshole. I'm starting to see stars," She wasn't lying to speed up the process. Her body felt like it was on fire, including her dick. If Bakugou keeps stalling for the sake of punishing her, then he's going to be seeing white for days on end.

Bakugou tentatively began pumping her, his grip not too tight nor loose on the flesh. Y/N sighed in relief as he swiped his thumb over the slit, covering his fingers in her precum. Seeing that he's giving into her needs, she returned the favor by inserting her index finger inside, not allowing him to adjust once she massaged the velvety walls.

Bakugou arched into Y/N's body, panting harshly against her chest. "H-Hah fuck, slow down. Shit!"

"Take it like a champ, Mr.Dynamight."

"F-Fuck you."

Oh no. Probably shouldn't have patronized him, because Bakugou sped up his languid motions to pure vigorous jerking of the hand. A wave of pleasure shot up through her body, jolting backwards due to the intense sensation. Of course he's a pro at this. What isn't he good at?

Bakugou rested his head onto the crevice of your shoulder since he could only reach so far, and ghosted his lips on the skin, carefully restricting himself to not engage in kissing the area. While doing so, he cupped the underside of your balls, rolling them around in his small hands. They looked so big when being manhandled in her grasp. Y/N stifled her moans as he kept messing with them, all the while stroking her simultaneously. She felt him smile. The cheeky fucker! Two could play it at this game.

Y/N used one of her thumbs that weren't preoccupied inside Bakugou to massage the only place she knew that could make him cum in seconds. Two fingers inside, one thumb attentively on the clitorous. It was enough to make Bakugou bite down on her shoulder, trying to prevent any moans from escaping his mouth.

"Moan for me Bakugou. I know you want to," she tried to persuade him with more strokes to the clit, occasionally pinching it with her unoccupied fingers. She can feel he was close. So was she. But she needed to coerce him into helping her to finish too. They need to be a team. "Say something Bakugou. Don't you want to cum? If you don't speak your mind I'm going to stop." She couldn't believe the words that were spewing from her mouth. Y/N has never dirty talked before. Nor has she gotten this far with anyone without freezing up. Definitely the libido effect.

Bakugou detached his teeth from her shoulder and stared deeply into her eyes. Pleading.

"Go faster. Please." The want and neediness in his voice said it all.

He indeed felt vulnerable and exposed right then and there when confessing his desire, but he couldn't care less. Her fingers inside him were heavenly. A mantra of ,"yesyesyesyesyesyes", left his throat as her ministrations didn't falter.

"Fuck! Keep going. Just like that- shit - just like that... yesssss." His moans were beautiful. Not because they sounded like hers, but the way how he vocalizes his pleasure made sense in the world. Every whimper or moan puts her closer to the edge.

"Are you- are you about to?" He asked quietly, as though he was afraid you might stop at any rate.

"Yes! So close, just keep stroking," it was difficult to form sentences after that, the build up tension in your stomach tightening like a ticking time bomb, making your pleads indecipherable.

But Bakugou didn't want to hear that. He wanted to her to say those three words of encouragement.

Make. Me. Cum

And then, as if his thoughts were broadcasted live, she snaked her hands into the locks of his hair and pulled him close to where the tips of their noses touched briskly.

In a small voice she whimpers out, "Make me cum, Katsuki."

Listening to her instructions, his grip tightened around the base of her shaft and began teasing the slit, never once averting his glare from her own. Y/N's legs turned into jello. It became harder and harder to stand any longer. She needed to release. She quickened her pace and brutally scissored his pussy, the erotic sounds of their wetness reverberating in the tiny apartment.

"Cum then baby. Cum for me only."

Baby

Next thing she knew a strip of white shot out from below, dirtying the hands of Bakugou's. Her body began to spasm. Katsuki didn't loosen his grip, the stimulation becoming unbearable at this point.

The coil within him loosened, the evidence of his climax coating her fingers, allowing his orgasum to reach its full potential.

The pair blacked out for a split second, but recuperated once the light hit their corneas again.

"Shit." "Fuck." "..." "..."

Silence. Then the realization hit.

"I'm staring at you and not me! It worked! Hallelujah!" Y/N exclaimed, feeling herself to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

"Gross. You got cum all over my expensive shirt," he said, wiping away the white substance with his sleeve.

Both of them went into the kitchen to clean the after math. Bakugou would grunt occasionally in disgust, sponging away the grime. Y/N throughly washed her hands and towel dried them, thoughts stiffly empty and vexed. She broke the awkward tension.

"Well, I guess we should call Endeavor and inform him that we switched back."

He hummed in agreement.

"And we should probably exchange our things tomorrow or tonight, but preferably soon since we're going to be on duty again."

Another grunt.

"Don't worry about me mentioning this to anyone. We can just keep whatever happened minutes ago between us-

Bakugou cut her off entirely by smashing his lips against hers. Shell shocked by his action, Y/N kept her eyes wide open whilst Bakugou's were knitted shut. She laid her hands on his chest and shoved him away harshly, putting their distance at arms reach.

"Bakugou, what the hell? All of sudden you want to kiss me?" Y/N's face fell, contorting into a mixture of sadness and confusion. "You only kiss people you like. Not hate."

Bakugou moved towards Y/N slowly, a hint of a smile forming as he neared closer.

"And that's exactly why I did it, idiot," he proclaimed confidently, cupping the side of her face. The touch was so tender and gentle she forgot that it was Bakugou at first.

"You're toying with me, aren't you? The libido is probably still lingering. If you really liked me, then tell me the exact moment you did."

Without hesitation he said, "The first day of school. When you walked in."

Y/N slapped the hand from her face, her skin flushing red by his blunt confession.

"Stop lying. You were mean to me the first day of school. And every day after that. I don't think calling people a "weakling" or "stupid" constitutes as liking someone."

All he did was chuckle and continued scooting closer, eventually towering above her. She squirmed underneath him. She secretly missed having his height.

"You're absolutely stupid if you think I really meant any of that crap. I may have gone overboard on the whole berating thing, but that was just my way of pushing my feelings away, in hopes you'd improve better and not take shit from people like me."

"Ya know, it's kind of hard to detect that when you were practically spitting on my face."

He leaned down and pecked a chaste kiss on the crown of her forehead.

"You can call me all the names you want later. Kick my ass if ya want, but for now let me make it up to you," he whispers before planting his mouth to hers again, only this time she didn't protest.

Heat swirled within her as she watched Katsuki's eyes flutter close, enriched in the moment to open them, and gripped the base of her neck to apply more pressure into the kiss. The man guided her as he moved his plushed lips ontop of hers, consuming the pretty noises she made. And my, were they absoultey rich coming from her.

I want to hear more, the selfish thought banged repeatedly inside his lust filled mind.

Y/N nervosuly closed her eyes shut when Katsuki's wet tongue prodded the entrance of her tight, lipped mouth. Letting him take full control, Katsuki managed to enter the strong muscle into her wet mouth and explored the canvernous place with such eagerness, such tenacity. Like he's been dying to do this for as long as his skillful mind can remember. Y/N found herself moaning as Katsuki grabbed her waist and forcefully collieded their bodies together, her soft breasts pressed up against his hard chest. Her perky tits put him in a trance, remincseing back to the day when first touched them, the guiltiness eating him up from the inside-out. Katsuki slithered one of his hands to the taunt boob and gave it a firm squeeze, causing Y/N to squeak out in embarrasement. They still feel fucking amazing in his hands.

"You're so fucking cute," he drew back from her, already out of breath. Everything was hitting him like a tsunami. He can finally admit to himself that he's been wanting this since they became co-workers. Hell, since the fucking beginning. Younger Katsuki would deem him as a horny loser who lost at his own game, but he wasn't a damn kid anymore.

"K-Katsuki...bedroom?" her hands found their way back into his crisp locks, futher egging him to comply. The small action made him moan.

"Fuck yes," Katsuki growled out and in a haste hooked his arms underneath the back of Y/N's thighs, hoisting her in the air to lead them into the bedroom they're both familair with.

Journeying to her bedroom became a difficult task. If only she'd stop giving his neck, the most sensitve spot out of his entire body, kitten kisses then he'd be plowing her back by now. He grew weaker by the second as the shy, acute kisses trandsitioned into full on sucking and biting. Not that he was complaining.

Katsuki threw her down onto the bed, unable to contain his smile when she hiccuped a chorus of giggles. God, even her giggles are fucking contagious. Strong arms scooped her up momentarily, bringing her to the center of the bed. Grazing her aching spot was Katsuki's growing buldge. Y/N circled her arms around his tiny waist squeezing him closely as Katsuki rolled his hips downwards to meet hers. She seized Katsuki's bicep, whimpering, and rythmically pushed her groin towards his, the tin material of her shorts scraping the surface of his jeans deliciously. His head dragged down to her collarbones, panting softly, wetting the skin from the condesation of his breath.

"I want you so fucking bad, please," he managed to choke out in between the continous grinding.

Gaining a newfound confidence, Y/N mimiced the way how Bakugou unzipped her when they were still in opposite bodies and peeled back his briefs till his inflamed member popped out, smacking his lower belly. He cursed under his breath noticing the immense amount of pre-cum leaking from the head. As much as she wanted to lick it all up, there were other things to tend to. She shimmied out from her skimpy shorts and crop top, not wasting any time for lingering touches. But Y/N caught a menacing glare in his eyes. His attention was focused on something else. Looking down, she saw that she was sporting a sheer laced bra with matching panties. She definitely doesn't remember having these in her personal closet.

"You bought me lingerie?" Y/N tried to sound unfazed at the thought of Katsuki willingly purchasing these pretty undergarments for her. That must mean he's seen her boobs!

"Yeah? So what if I did. Your sense of fashion is nonexistent. I pitied you that much to where I bought you shit with my own money."

His face was stern, scarily resembling the times he'd be bashing someone's head on the concrete during a bloody battle. But his eyes told a different story. She couldn't quite pin point the time or place when she witnessed the same gleaming spark in those vermilion orbs, but she felt safe and wanted all in one.

So she began teasing the straps of her bra, head still in disbelief that the blonde underneath her bought it, and let the material slip off her shoulder seductively. Bakugou's breathing quickened as he watched y/n toy with the next strap. He stopped her midway.

"No," his fingers were ironically cold.

"No?" She questioned him, awkwardly frozen still on his lap. His evident boner pushing up against her sex, making her wet even more.

Numbly, Bakugou pulled up both of the straps to her bra and chuckled lightly to himself.

"I wanna fuck you with this on. It's been on my mind since I bought it," he admitted out loud.

Y/N held back a moan, his words carrying so much weight to them all the while directing it straight to her drenched pussy.

Without saying a word, y/n left acute kisses on Bakugou's neck, trailing it down further and further till she reached the leaking head of his member. He became antsy as she wrapped her petite hand around the base, fingers tracing the topography of his veins. Y/N saw the desperate look on his face and took all of him in her mouth, holding in the breath of oxygen she took before doing so. Bakugou hissed, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip nearly ripping the skin apart. This feels way better and more appropriate. He prefers her wet mouth over her fingers any day of the week.

Y/N sucked in her cheeks, allowing herself to take more of his member. The tip of his head eventually hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke due to the sudden pressure.

"F-Fuck. Holy shit, keep going," Katsuki begged, tears swelling in his ducts already.

The saliva from her open mouth created a natural lubricant, making it easy for her to bob her head up and down. Bakugou's ears picked up the erotic wet squelching sounds coming from her as she kept up the brutal pace, the noise alone making him want to come undone. The sight of y/n slobbering on his dick is now engraved in his head. He let out a wanton moan when she played with his balls, recalling the memory of him performing the same ministration on himself with her beautiful hands.

He can feel the familiar sensation spreading down below, his throat constricting as the stimulation of her sucking and licking becoming too much. Before she could continue, Bakugou reached over and lifted her head by her hair.

"I can't hold it in any longer. I need to be inside you now," his voice was strained to point where it came out as a whisper.

Pushing her back gently, Bakugou latched his mouth onto hers as he spread her legs wide apart. Revealing a canal of her wetness dripping from her panties to the inner thighs. Bakugou licked his lips hungrily. Mentally slapping himself for not tasting her before she gave him head. He'll make sure to explore that endeavor later.

Lips still locked, Bakugou tugged the bottom half of her laced panties aside, strings of her glistening wetness shimmering, and positioned himself at her aching entrance. The tip of his cock teased her folds, coating it even more. He agonizingly went in slow circles, occasionally slapping her clit with it. Y/N's arms were above her head, clutching the linen sheets in anticipation. Katsuki smirked against her lips at her wrecked expression.

"Bakugou please...," y/n pleaded with her full chest. She wants to know how it feels to be wrapped around him. To be one with him. "Don't hold back. Just fuck me."

Bakugou's eyes grew darker after the demand, pure lust taking control over his body now. He sheathed into her quickly without taking his eyes off of her face. A quiet whimper left her throat when he fully bottomed out. He checked for any signs of y/n looking displeased or uncomfortable, but he got his answer when he felt her legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in as close as possible. Bakugou basks in at the sight of y/n sucking him completely, her legs fully bent back in an awkward position. He decides to pull his cock halfway out. y/n whimpers due to loss of friction but gets rewarded seconds later when Katsuki rams his cock inside again, pushing all his weight onto her.

"Oh, fuck, Katsuki!," she whines, instinctively clutching her walls around him.

"You're so tight for me huh baby? Can't help but to clamp around this dick," Katsuki sneered while pumping tentative thrusts into her.

His hands clasped both of her thighs now, pulling her towards him, urging her to move in a harmonious dance with him. Finding somewhat of a rhythm, y/n fucked Katsuki back by rolling her hips, a synapse of heat exchanging between them. Sweat starts dripping down from the crown of his forehead onto the peaks of her breasts. Lost in thought, he tipped his head forward and lapped up the remains of his salty musk, tongue expertly twirling around the taunt nipple. Y/N mewled, hands searching - reaching - for anything to ground herself, settling on interlocking her fingers with Katsuki's nitroglycerin drenched hands. She titled her head and took a whiff.

Caramel and soap

A popping sound went off in her ears. Katsuki released her swollen tit only to look up with hooded eyes, his infamous smirk on full display.

"Open your mouth," was all he said before raising one of his fingers that she was so embarrassingly fixated on moments ago. When she didn't obey Katsuki grabbed her by the jaw and shoved not one, not two, but three fingers in her mouth. Like with his cock, she couldn't handle the intensified pressure in the back of her throat, gagging instantaneously.

"Atta girl. Just take my fingers like a good bitch. Oh? You like it when I degrade you huh? Don't lie, you tightened instantly when I said that." Katsukis pace sped up rapidly, pumping into her cunt like a madman, fingers still lodge down her throat. Each thrust left her shuddering for more, his hips meeting hers to create a loud song, the noise drowning out her muffled screams.

It became hard to see now, a tunnel vision of just a crimson glow. Soon she feels herself becoming light. Katsuki grew impatient and flipped y/n on her stomach, a tiny oof rocked out from her, and inserted his member back into her stretched out cunt.

Y/N yelps as Katsuki's cock hits the sweet spot - fresh tears flooding down her flushed face, babbling nonsense into her pillow.

She caves, sobbing, "yes, yes, ohgod. you feel so good. you're so fucking good -ah katsuki!"

Looming over her trembling body, the blonde slows his harsh thrusts to a savagely slow grind. He lowly chuckles watching her writhe and wiggle her body in desperation.

"You think you can just come that easy? Beg for me to let you come!"

Smack!

A harsh sting rattled her lower back, causing her to bite down harshly on her lip to avoid showing any pain.

"Such an asshole..." y/n huffed out, oblivious to the way how Katsuki was preparing for her next punishment.

Smack! Smack!

"Not good. Ask nicely for me to fuck this pretty pussy into the mattress."

More whimpers into the tear stained pillow.

"P-Please Katsuki..." she begins, frustration growing exponentially with every word. "Fuck me. I need your cock. I always needed your cock Katsuki. Make me scream out your name when I come!"

She didn't even have time to process what she said before Katsuki enclosed his hand around her throat, forcefully dragging her writhing body to his chest, cranking her head in a 90 degree angle. Cock still warming up her insides.

"That's my girl," he said before kissing her lips again, devouring the sweet noises she made.

Her neighbors were in for a long night. - Both of their bodies the next morning faced more damage than any crusade of a patrol. Bruises painted the outskirts of y/n's body, trailing from her thighs to the divots of her breasts. Katsuki paid no mind to it, seeing how he can make a bloody lip a trailblazer look.

Even though no one wanted speak much about the issue at hand - last night was a pivotal moment for their relationship.

Because y/n wouldn't be making a fresh batch of coffee for the Katsuki Bakugou in her kitchen right now.

Because Bakugou wouldn't be lounging by her washing machine, waiting for the timer to go off so he can put her bed sheets in the dryer.

They found themselves sitting comfortably in silence - the soft whipping of car horns outside her cracked window - Katsuki blowing on his coffee before taking a sip. It all seemed unreal to her. In any other circumstance they'd be at each other's necks by now, screaming nuisances in the air. She considers this whole ordeal a ruse. But it isn't. Thank god it isn't. Because Katsuki never looked calmer or relaxed in his entire life till now. And she wasn't going to bat an eye away from this ground breaking phenomenon.

Intently watching him drink from across the table, she ponders if Katsuki liked her from the get go, and maybe just disguised his feelings with disgust towards her later on. The question will go unanswered, possibly until he confides and tells the story himself, but for now she was content not knowing the what if.

"How did you know I like black coffee?" Katsuki asks, quirking up an eyebrow at her.

Y/N takes a long drag from her mug, indulging in the sweet taste of the caramel creamer.

She smiles and says, "I don't know. Just took a wild guess."

#mha smut #mha imagines #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki smut #bakugou fluff #bakugou smut #bakugou imagine

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mythicalninjas · 3 years

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From anon's request: Hey it’s the Anon from last time! I loved the HC’S they were amazing! I have another prompt: the boys with a super nice S/O who just fucking snaps one day (and surprisingly It’s really hot) bonus If S/O’s anger dies down and they pretend like it never happened and If anyone wants to bring it up they’ll have to deal with her new and improved sparring regimen.

A/N: I was thinking about writing it as one-shot but it didn't work very well... So, I brougth my headcanons back 😆 Hope you like it!

Leo:

You are such a gentle person! Sometimes Leo asks to himself how he got so luck in meeting you

His heart melts with the way you talk to him, mainly when you both are in private time

"You're beautiful"

You blush

"You're handsome"

That light blush on his cheeks. SO CUTE

But one day the leader got worried

He got scared

He doesn't know exactly why your behave changed so sudden.

From gentle to angry

Of course, there are days that you are not in good mood but today...

Oh my God...

Maybe you had a difficult day or you had an argue with someone

He literally doesn't know what happened and you refuse to tell him the reason

But there's a positive point here: you seems... hot; even angry

"You're hot when you act like it, sweetheart" he knew that it would hit you

"Don't captive me with sweet words, Leonardo."

You had it

You had the audacity to say it to a massive and strong man in front of you

You had the audacity to say it to the leader

"No... you didn't..."

"Yes, I did!"

Slowly a dark smirk appears on his lips

"Why the fuck are you smirking?! I'm not joking!" You yelled

"Neither me." His deep voice made your bones tremble but you fought against it. You don't wanna show that you're getting vulnerable

"You know exactly how I get when you act like this way with me." He starts to walk towards you slowly, but without his smirk

"Stop." You say as he approaches you

"I said stop!" You shoot

And he stopped, his stare penetrating devouring your soul

What a deadly stare he has

"You're testing my patience."

"Oh, really?" You crossed your arms, lifting an eyebrow

As fast as the light he grabs one of your arms and pulls you closer, forcing you to be a few inches from his face

"Are you done?"

That... fucking... and scare... deep... voice

You kept in silence, creating courage to whisper a single and powerful word:

"No."

Regret started to fill you

"Okay."

He picks you up like you were a rag doll and left the space you both were. You thought he would bring you to his bedroom but... wrong.

Where the fuck he's taking you to?

"Where are we going?! Put me down!"

He didn't pay attention on you

Arriving in an empty sewer tunnel, he puts you down and press you against the wall. His face a few inches away from yours

"So, are you gonna tell me why are you acting this way or do I have to punish you?"

For the first time you feel a little chill down your spine

You opened your mouth to shoot another angry word but no voice came out

He tilted his head

"So?"

Your breathe got quickly

Then started to calm down

"I'm sorry" you murmued, almost inaudible

"Excuse me?" He tilted his head again. Leo heard it perfectly but he wants you to say it again

"I'm sorry!"

"Good. You're luck that I'm gentle" smirking, he released you from his prison "Can you say it again?"

"WTF?! I already said it!" suddenly you feel his finger above your lips "Love, you don't wanna see me making you regret, want you?" He smirked

You knew that he would never hurt you by purpose, even if it is about punishment. But the way he's speaking to you is making you regret even more

"Sorry, love. I'm sorry! I... I had an extremely difficult day at work and I got so angry and-I... then I threw my anger at you. Sorry!"

He stand straight and pulls you closer again, embracing you with his strong arms

You both kept in that position for a while without speak a single word

"Leo" you called, looking up at him "Are you still gonna punish me?"

"Yes, I will" your eyes went wide "but it's a different kind of punishment" you lift an eyebrow "what kind?", "you'll see"

He takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom "Lay down" he ordered, pointing at his bed "and take your clothes off"

"What??"

"I'm not gonna hurt you, love. Trust me. This punishment is... differentiated" that smirk again

This is gonna be a loooong night

Raph:

He'd never imagined you would be like him. Like a violent teddy bear

He'd never imagined you would act that way

Like, literally exploding!

Well, he got in a conclusion that sometimes angels can turn into a demons

You are sit down on a sofa at the big space of the lair, your legs crossed and shaking one of it up and down quickly

He noticed that you're uncomfortable with something and walked towards you

"Love?" He called softly while study your body language

You were with your head bowed and didn't want to look up

"Go away..." you said

He froze

...

"What?"

"I said go way!"

The brute immediately moved his body like wanting to intimate you, tensing his muscles.

"Don't you dare intimidate me, Raphael."

He froze again. Where the fuck all of it is coming from? And why the fuck are you acting like that?!

"Listen up, I don't know what is happening or whatever the fuck but..." He stop "But you seem too hot..."

"Excuse me? Why- what are you talking about?!" You couldn't believe

He just smirked

"You're hot when you're angry"

"Stop."

"You're hot like that."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, ya are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, ya are!"

"No, I. Am. Not!"

"Noyaaren't"

"Yes, I'm- what?!"

With one blink of your eyes your boyfriend layied you down on sofa and got above you, preventing you from escape

"Get off me!"

"The magic word, sweetheart" he said while stare down at you, smirking

You have no idea why he's behaving like that but it is getting... hot?

You struggled against his unbelievable force "Get off me, Raphael!"

Then he crash his lips against yours, keeping in this position for a while. You tried with all your straight to push him away but you couldn't help but surrender

Your anger started to fluid away slowly, impressively.

"Hey, if you're gonna eat each other do it in bedroom" Mikey said as walks beside you both, drinking his Orange Crush

Raph leaves your mouth with a "pop" noise and glanced deadly at Mikey, his breath getting animalistic

Mikey just lift his arms as surrender and quickly walked away

"So..." He looked down at you again "What happened to my angel ended up like a sweet demon?"

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath

"My boss didn't leave me alone today. I think he wanted to bother me and I got sooo fucked angry. Sorry, love..."

"Oh, so that's the reason?" He thought. He couldn't blame you, of course. Leo, sometimes, disturbs him as your boss does to you

"It's okay, love." He bowed to kiss you again "But even that you're get hot"

"Oh, Raph" you rolled your eyes again "If you're keep saying it I'll-" but you were shut with a new crash of lips against each other

Quick he leaves your lips "You know that you let me go crazy"

You chuckled, finally surrendered by his insistence

"Finally I can see you smile" he whispered "I love that"

This violent teddy bear has his secrets, right?

"You guys are weird" Mikey commented beside you both again, making you jump by scare

"MIKEY!"

Poor baby boy, he ran away like the flash

"Now you're sounding hot right now" you chuckled

He hummed "Am I?"

You knew that this boy has more secrets to show you soon

Donnie and Mikey's part coming soon!

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #tmnt 2016 #tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #headcanon #ask

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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May I request a Dedue with a quiet (and observant) s/o who has little to no confidence with themselves? Whatever you're in the mood to write is fine with me! ~🌺

Dedue! What a sweetie <3 And definitely the only Blue Lion I haven't written about here yet, so let's change that~

Dedue (FE3H) x GN Reader Headcanons

SFW (not sfw below the cut)

- Dedue's love language is both a blessing and a curse for our lovely shy Reader. On the one hand, it's a relief that he's not going to smother you with half-sincere praise or extravagant gifts; but on the other, as his feelings for you deepen, he instead just wants to be around you more often, keep an eye on you and quietly ensure your safety and comfort. It can be easy to read this as him "just being friendly," so there will be a loooong phase of mutual pining- him just floundering to come up with a way to be more forthcoming with you, and you assuming at every turn that there's no way someone as put-together, serious, and not to mention handsome has fallen for you.

- One gesture that may finally make it through to you is that he makes a habit of cutting one bloom of your favorite flower from the greenhouse and gifting it to you, always remembering to bring you a fresh one when the last begins to wilt. Finally. once he'd decided that he can't risk allowing his true feelings to go unsaid, he brings you to the gardens and presents you with a full bouquet of those same flowers- "I am not skilled with words, but I have realized I would come to regret it if you never heard the truth of my feelings. That truth is that each time I've gifted you this flower, it was to say that I have fallen in love with you."

- He's insistent of course that he doesn't expect you to return his affections, and that he believes it would only cause you undue stress and persecution to be with someone of his background- and when you tell him that you do in fact return his feelings, that you'd hoped to be with him for some time, it takes a long while and a lot of reassurance for him to believe that you're truly willing to accept certain risks to be together. When all is said and done, and you're both a quietly flustered mess, grappling with excitement and joy and relief and a little anxiety, it all feels so overwhelming and too good to be true.

- After this, your relationship is a wonderfully sweet and supportive one. He's a quiet and sometimes insecure type himself, so he very much empathizes with your feelings, and does all that he can to reassure you of the depth and strength of his affections. Spending time with him is endlessly soothing and reassuring, whether you're helping him with chores in the greenhouse, or maybe he's teaching you a few things in the kitchen, or perhaps the two of you are simply lying in bed together with a book. Now and then you catch him watching you with a hint of a smile that shows more in his eyes than on his lips, and he'll frequently run a hand along your back or kiss your hair without a word, just to assure you that he's there and he adores you.

NSFW 18+ v

- Dedue is such a wonderfully sweet and gentle lover. He's not terribly experienced (before you, he'd assumed he would only ever marry if it were of political benefit to King Dimitri), but he generally knows what he's doing, and he's so attentive and focused that he'll easily pick up on all the wonderful little nuances of your pleasure. And you just know that he's generous in bed- a man so accustomed to happily serving others is absolutely going to bury himself between your thighs until you've cum all over his face, and make sure you're dazed with blissful pleasure before he even thinks about entering you.

- Regardless of your body type, it's likely you're still quite a bit smaller than he is overall, and he secretly loves that. It's hard to convince him that you want to focus on his satisfaction, as he's giving to a fault- but the moment he first sees you down between his knees, struggling to manage the size of his cock in your pretty little mouth, it wakes something in him that he'd never known before. He adores knowing that he's so much bigger than you, that he can hold and protect you, and he cherishes and admires everything soft about you.

- While he can't bring himself to engage in dirty talk or much vocalizing at all in bed, the way he gazes at you like you're the last beautiful thing on this earth makes his admiration entirely clear. He never wants to give you any reason to doubt his attraction to you, but rather than say it, he instead commits himself entirely to your comfort and satisfaction.

- His pace is generally slow but deep- something he feels somewhat obligated to focus on, given you'll need time to adjust to the impressive size of his cock. While not as much of an outward mother-hen like some of our guys, he's quietly vigilant about your reactions, and will immediately steady himself if it seems as though he's hurting you (no matter how absolutely adorable you look, faced flushed and with your body full of his thick member). Dedue is also definitely the type to tell you when he's close to cumming so you have the opportunity to tell him where you want it.

- It's not uncommon for things to get a little heated in the kitchen between you two. It's such a comforting but intimate activity that puts you both at ease- here, it's just you and him, working towards a low-stakes goal together and trading light conversation. But eventually, one or both of you simply can't resist how sweet and endearing the other is at times like this. Perhaps Dedue notices a drop of the sauce you just taste-tested clinging to your lip and leans close to kiss it away. Or perhaps you're daring enough to lick a stray bit of cream from the tip of his finger (which of course sets his heart pounding). Either way, if you're open to it, he'll gladly lift you against a wall or even onto an available counter and slowly push his length into you. Admittedly, it's hard to think of a better use of the time waiting for dough to rise than getting fucked nice and deep and steady by your strong, adoring lover.

#dedue molinaro #dedue x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses #x reader #fire emblem imagines #not sfw headcanons #spicy headcanons #dedue headcanons

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bluemusickid · 4 years

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Hi! I hope you're doing well 🥰 Can you I request one where Steve breaks reader's arm or leg by mistake during training and has to take care of her afterwards? Definitely won't mind if some smut is added 😅 Thank you!!

OMFGGGG MY FAV WRITER SENT AN ASK ASDFGHJKL (Also full disclosure: this has been one of my kinks for a while :P)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slow burn (just a tad), 18+, SMUTTTT, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), did I mention NSFW? Read at your own risk.

A/N: I would like to thank @imdarkinme for sending in this AMAZING ask! She’s a doll and I’ve been a fan of her writing for so long!! I would also like to thank @donutloverxo for converting me to a Steve Stan loool. I wanted him to be a bit dark here, but in the end his dorky side won. :P Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!! Send in your requests here and you can join my taglist here (or you could just send an ask lmao)! Thanks!

I post my stuff only on AO3 and here, nowhere else.

The Learning Curve

You groaned as you got up from the mat, yet again. It was dumb of you to ask Captain Rogers to train with you. As a new recruit, you’d obviously wanted to impress him; he was the leader of the Avengers after all. There was only one tiny problem you forgot to factor in: the man was a Super Soldier, while you were...not.

“Come on, get up! We still have two rounds to go!” a voice bellowed from above you.

You mentally cursed at the voice. You’d tried to not let it affect you, but like many others, you had a bit of a crush on the Captain. But it wasn’t solely because of his looks, it was more about his passion to help and save and to protect. He was always so passionate, it was hard to keep away(which was a fiercely guarded secret). You felt like Icarus, when you were with him.

Getting up, you tried to block his punches, while getting in a few yourself. It was impossible, the man was a champ. You saw your opening, however, when he seemed to be distracted by someone approaching him from behind you. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to catch him off guard, you threw a punch aiming for his face. Unfortunately, he blocked the punch and pushed you, to ward you off. It seemed as if he too, forgot that he was a Super Soldier, pushing you a bit too hard.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, twisting to save your face, your arm breaking your fall. Your suspicions were confirmed as you tried to move your arm but couldn’t. Steve heard you yelp and rushed to your side, carefully inspecting your injured appendage. You squealed as he touched your arm, the pain indescribable. Steve whispered his apologies a million times, trying to haul you up by your waist, in vain. Finally, he gave up and picked you up bridal style, like you weighed nothing.

You gasped, partially out of pain, but mostly out of surprise at the sudden move.

“Umm...Cap..tain..I..can..walk..” you stuttered, unable to keep the pain out of your voice.

He looked into your eyes and smiled, shaking his head. Oh dear lord. This man truly was gorgeous. Nearing the MedBay, he slowly placed you on the bed, his mouth tantalisingly close to yours as he lowered you onto the surface. You never realised how blue his eyes were, which at the moment were filled to the brim with anxiety and some other emotion; which you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Deciding you were probably delirious from the pain, you tried to focus on what the doctor was telling you.

“...so you’ll have to be on constant bedrest for the next two weeks before we can check again to see if you need a rod put in.”

“Err, I’m sorry doc, what?” you mumbled apologetically, embarrassed by your thoughts.

“As I was telling Captain Rogers, you seem to have a hairline fracture in your ulna, which could require support. You need to rest and take it easy for at least two weeks. Training will have to be put on hold, and I suggest you call a family member to take care of you in the meantime.” the doctor said, scribbling notes.

“Oh, that..won’t be necessary. I can do stuff on my own, I’ll be very careful.” you said with a grimace, not wanting to seem weaker in front of Steve.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve said, firmly. “She’ll stay in my quarters. It’s the least I can do after breaking her arm.”

You stared at him, a million things going through your head. You and him, in the confines of a room, alone. Oh no. This was going to be torturous in more way than one.

“Oh no no no, Captain. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t like to impose. Plus, I’m feeling better already! I’m sure it’s more than manageable. Please..I..I’ll be okay, really.” you rushed, pretty sure that your voice was betraying just how fast your heart was beating.

Steve smirked. “This isn’t up for debate. Plus, I’m sure it would be easier for the others to check up on you when we’re away on missions.” he said, taking the prescription from the doctor.

You winced as he helped you up from the bed, the warmth of his hand making you hyperaware about what your life was gonna be like for 2 weeks. You sighed. It was gonna be a loooong two weeks.

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You realised after a week that your worries had all been for naught. Steve was an excellent caretaker. He made sure you took all your medicines at the right time, ate properly and rested enough. He was also a thorough gentleman, always calling a lady nurse when you needed to take a shower or get dressed; really respected your boundaries. But you couldn’t deny the shift in his behaviour towards you. At first, you felt like you were reading into it too much, but then it started to get more noticeable. They were little things, but it meant so much. He would insist on having lunch with you, no matter if you were quiet or chatty; Steve always was there. He brought your favourite blanket from your chambers to make sure you felt more comfortable. At night, he would make sure you were comfortable, get you hot chocolate, maybe even sit next to you till you fell asleep. One time, he held your hand till you drifted off; but you were sure that you felt him leave a small peck on your cheek as you nodded off.

If you weren’t falling for him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

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After hitting the two week mark, you went to the doctor again for a checkup. All seemed well, there was no need for a rod to be put in but the cast would have to stay on. Steve was there throughout the appointment, listening intently at everything the doctor said with his full focus. It was quite distracting and kinda hot, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him periodically. On one occasion, he caught your eye and grinned, catching you in the act. You wished the ground would swallow you up just then: this man fully well knew that you had a crush on him and was enjoying messing with you.

You nearly gasped as you felt his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the lift. Something was different today. Steve seemed buoyant, which was very out of character for him.

“The nurse isn’t available today, she had some prior commitments. If it’s ok with you, I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” he said, softly. You gulped, his tone messing with your train of thought.

“Uh, that’s ok, I can manage things for a night. I’ve already imposed on you quite a bit and don’t want to create more of a hassle.”

Steve smiled. “Sweetheart, you’ve not been a hassle, trust me. It felt nice having you around, I enjoy your companionship. Just a few weeks more and you can get rid of me.” he said, with a mischievous grin. You groaned inwardly; this man was driving you nuts.

“Oh no, I really liked staying with you. You’re great company! I don’t think I want to get rid of you, ha.” you said in a flourish, mentally cursing yourself for being such a blabbering fool around him.

Steve looked at you, his eyes darkening. He stepped closer to you, opening his mouth to say something, but the elevator seemed to sense the tension rife in the air and opened at that exact moment. You both snapped out of the haze you were in with Steve beckoning you to his quarters, his hand resting softly on your back.

Back in your room, you realised you needed to take your nightly shower. You were about to call for the nurse, when you remembered that she wasn’t gonna come. Shit. You’d have to call Steve to help with your sling. Closing your eyes, you sighed before you walked to his room, praying to God that you would get through this. Just go in, get the brace off, and get out, you whispered to yourself. With that mantra in mind, you hesitantly knocked on his door. A muffled ‘come in’ reached you, and you timidly entered the lion’s den.

Steve was tinkering with the laptop, clearly engrossed in some work. You felt guilty disturbing him, but it was kind of an emergency.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I..just needed some help with my sling; I tried to take it off, but it’s not coming off. Can you..unfasten it? I’ll be out of your hair in no time..”

Wordlessly, Steve sauntered over to you, turning you around to face the wall. Softly, his fingers undid the clasp of the sling, pulling the straps off your neck, his fingers grazing over your skin gently. You jerked, surprised by the small currents you felt with these small touches. Turning you around, he helped you take your arm out of the sling, his hands accidentally brushing the sides of your breasts. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him; you were sure you would say or do something you would regret later on.

“All done.” he whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You realised he was merely inches away from your lips; the proximity driving you crazy.

“Thanks.” you mumbled, wanting to run out of the room.

“Are you going to bed? Do you need anything to drink?”

“Yes, I was just gonna head to bed after my shower.”

“You can shower here. I’d be able to keep an eye on you then and you won’t have to worry about any mishaps. See? Win-win.” he said with a grin.

You were about to decline his offer but stopped when he held up his hand. “You need to stop thinking that you’re a burden on me. I like doing things for you, it makes me feel like I’m not totally alone. These two weeks have undoubtedly been one of the best weeks in my life. I like you, and I know you like me. I just want to show you how much I care for you in my own, peculiar ways.” he said, taking your hand in his, drawing patterns on your knuckles softly.

Your mind raced with all the information. You never knew Steve felt this way, he was always so taciturn. Your gaze flitted to his face, his eyes darkening the way they did in the morning. He didn’t need words to convey what his eyes said; he felt the same way you did about him.

You melted as he raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss which felt like petals grazing your skin. Leaning down, his lips inched closer to yours, his breath tickling your face.

“Tell me if I should stop, and I will.” he whispered.

You waited a beat before making your decision. Raising your lips to his, you touched his lips slightly before murmuring, “don’t stop.”

And that was it. You were lost in the maelstrom of emotions that was Steve kissing you. It started off sweet, with Steve engulfing your lips within his, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying. It turned heated the moment you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on it. Steve ran his tongue over you, begging for entrance. You moaned and opened your mouth, prompting him to unite his tongue with yours, as if to memorise every inch of you. You broke apart, the need for air greater than your desire.

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, placing you on it carefully. Being extremely careful, he pulled off your tee, eyes widening as he took in your bare chest. Kneeling in front of you, he took off your sweatpants and your underwear, leaving soft but searing kisses at every inch of skin he exposed. You sharply inhaled, already feeling yourself get wet even though he hadn’t even touched you properly.

Lowering you to the bed tenderly, he made sure your arm was resting comfortably, placing a pillow underneath the appendage. Placing his hand next to your head, he kissed you deeply, pouring every emotion he felt into that kiss. You moaned as you felt his lips trail lower, leaving kisses along your neck, laving your pulse point. Moving lower, he kissed your breasts, leaving small bites along the way. Taking a swollen nub in his mouth, he sucked on it while massaging the other, prompting you to groan and run your uninjured hand through his hair, wanting him inside you.

While he moved his attention to your other breast, he trailed his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He finally reached his destination, his fingers soft against your wet nether region.

“Steve, please..I need you..” you whispered in urgency. His intrepid fingers found your swollen nub and circled; gently at first, and then with more intensity. Moving lower, his digits swirled around your wet lips, before plunging into your tight channel. You gasped as he began thrusting, his knuckles bumping along your front wall, hitting your sweet spot. You had to refrain from arching your back, instead relegating to pulling his head down for a kiss. He increased his speed, adding another finger once he sensed how close you were. You shrieked as you reached your peak, breaking apart from the kiss.

As you opened your eyes, recovering from your orgasm, you saw Steve look at you, an unspoken question in his deep blue eyes. You nodded, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his soft, soft skin. You don’t know what power he wielded over you, but it didn’t matter. You had no qualms being caught in this spell he wove.

Shedding his clothes, he returned to his place, widening your spread legs with his torso. Sitting back on his heels, he took in your body, his gaze running over every curve, every stretch mark, every beauty spot on your body. Taking his hard member in his hand, he gave a few strokes before lowering himself, running his nose against yours. He ran his tip along your wet folds before plunging into you in one swift move. You gasped and closed your eyes, your head falling back against the pillow. He gave you time to adjust to his size, your walls snug against him. After a moment, he began moving, careful to not move your arm. He started off slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. You hooked your legs around his hips, urging him to move faster. He took the hint, his pace increasing with each thrust. The coil in your belly was tightening and you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion for the second time. Running your hand along his back, your hand made it’s way to his ass, pushing down, begging him for more. Steve held himself up, looking deeply into your eyes, as he sped up his thrusts. You could feel him within you, each thrust hitting your weak spot over and over again.

You screamed his name as you reached your peak, your legs tightening around him; wrapping yourself around him like a vine. He was close too, his thrusts now becoming frantic as he was chasing his end. Your walls contracting around him set off his orgasm as he moaned, spilling every last drop of himself inside you. You both panted, as he dropped his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You both stayed like that for a while as you ran your fingers through his scalp, enjoying the feel of his weight on yours.

There were many things to talk about, sure.

But for now, this was more than enough.

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