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pls universe I am on my knees

*opens word doc covered in blood* it doesn’t have to be good. it just has to be done.

Willing Sacrifice

cw: vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, an attempted sacrifice of the reader, non-human genetalia, getting lost in the woods, a monster in heat

male monster x fem reader

Word count: 9k

“You can’t do this to me!” you screamed, knowing it was pointless but too full of anger to care. 

“I’m sorry, my dear, it has to be done.” The people you used to call friends tightened your bindings as you struggled and thrashed against them, refusing to go down without a fight. 

“It doesn’t!” you protested, unable to understand how they could be alright with doing this. “We can fight or move or anything, I don’t know, anything but this!”

It was futile. As they hurried away, eager to get far away from you and forget about your cries of protest, you wondered how long ago they’d decided on this. When had they decided that you were the one they would sacrifice. 

In all honesty, it had probably been a long time ago. It was probably because of exactly this kind of behavior, you absolutely refusing to let this go on. You’d never been alright with any of this, with how they sent people into the forest to die in an attempt to save their own hides. If you’d kept your head down 5 years ago, the last time they’d tried this, odds were you’d be safe at home right now but you hadn’t. You hadn’t been able to stomach it, wracked with grief until you could stand it no longer.

In the middle of the night, praying you were not too late, you ran to this exact stone and removed the restraints, telling the poor girl a few years older than you were now to run to a nearby village and never turn back. They probably wouldn’t even have noticed you’d freed her if they hadn’t caught you on your way back. It didn’t take long to piece it together, your guilty face running from those woods. You’d been kept on a tight leash since then.

For every person that died in those 5 years, every single one, the blame was placed squarely on your back. “Was it worth it?“ they’d ask, “All these souls for one person?”

You said yes every time.

Afficher davantage

Male! Doll X GN Reader

A/N: Ahhh I got many requests both from on here and other sites of which asked for a doll yandere! To be fair, I really had… no idea how to write this one? Even possessed dolls, I genuinely had no idea how to write them to fit the obsessive trait. But it still took me mf dayS to write this so I hope its alright!!

TW: possessed items, violence, touching, open mechanical anatomy, cringe

“Oh and before I forget, don’t leave him alone. He doesn’t like to be left alone.”

“Don’t….leave the doll alone?” You chuckled, looking at the small envelope hole your customer insisted on talking through.

“Yes.” They replied, shutting the small latch. You were left in silence, holding a small box filled with metal parts and porcelain pieces.

The materials clinked against one another as you shifted the box. Your business was open for walk-ins, but this wasn’t your everyday unscheduled fix-up. Customers often walked in leisurely or tripping over themselves, requiring you to fix a machine or child’s doll.

This fellow however, preferred to stay outside of your shop, sliding the box in through the makeshift gap and latch at the bottom of your door. They were ominous, strangely demanding you to fix this, well, nearly lost cause. In the box was the tattered pieces of a doll. One of those life-size, porcelain and silicone models . They don’t make such beautiful creatures anymore, but how mesmerizing it is to see one up close. People in your craft hardly ever got to see a real antique; usually just like yourself, they’d be stuck with the same old machines that were popular at the time. But you have been given the chance to touch a real piece of hand-made craftsmanship!

Afficher davantage

Secret Admirer X Reader

Male! Secret Admirer X GN Reader

A/N:WHOO GIRL I wrote this a while ago in a time of self pity and hatred so honestly– its just a crap ton of projection. This was the original Idea I had for Crush(ed)! 

TW: Manipulative/yandere behaviors, self hatred/pity and overall low self esteem, dudes gettin a bit forceful

“My dearest y/n,”

It started out as any regular love letter.

“I don’t know how to say this”

Well, you had never received one, but the movies sure depicted it this way.

“And the siren bells in my head are going off, and telling me not to tell you,”

You squealed, never having received a love letter or any display of affection like this before. 

“But I am utterly, and hopelessly in love with you. ”

Every word made your heart bounce In excitement. The words were all written in neat and gorgeous cursive, never showing any sign of mistake. 

“I have been infatuated with your being for nearly a year and a half now. I know you must be surprised, but I just had to share my passion for you.”

In honesty, it sounded a little cheesy, but that made you even more thrilled. You wanted–no– needed to see who this secret admirer was.

“Please, my darling, meet me in the gymnasium this afternoon. I just must see your beauty and glory today, and I know you won’t disappoint. ”

Afficher davantage

Voicemail

TW: Smut

Summary:  Trevor makes sure you won’t ignore him again.

Afficher davantage

can you make a lo’ak imagine where its first set when they were kids (like in the flashback scene of awotw) and the reader lives in the lab along with spider, and the people at the lab gave the reader a trampoline to play on, so one day lo’ak and neteyam see the reader jumping on it and lo’ak thinks it looks super fun (and the reader looks pretty) so the next day he comes by and asks to use the trampoline except he has no idea what it’s actually called, but in the end they become super good friends 👍👍

— TOUCH THE SKY !

pairing : lo’ak x reader !

a/n : yes bro i got you. this was so fun to write. lmk if you wanna be added to be taglist :

@nyotamalfoy @victoirey @itssiaaax @grierpilots

“Bro, remember when we first met?” Lo’ak asked randomly, nudging you.

You looked up and closed your eyes, recollecting the distant memory you had back when you and him were younger.

You then smiled and opened your eyes to look at him.

“How could I forget?”

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You were jumping on your trampoline that Norm gave you for your twelfth birthday, doing mini flips and tricks. You wished that Spider were here, or anyone, honestly, to watch you.

Unbeknownst to you, two Na’vi brothers were watching you from afar.

“What is she doing?” Neteyam whispered to Lo’ak. his eyes glued on your figure.

“That must be some ‘Sky People’ tech,” Lo’ak paused, then muttered, “she’s pretty.”

Neteyam slowly turned to look at his brother with a shocked expression caused from his words. His brother? Having a crush on one of the Sky People? How could this be?

“Brother, that is a human!” Neteyam spoke, a little too loud.

“Shh, you’ll blow our cover!” Lo’ak shushed him quickly, cringing a bit at the thought of being caught.

You continued to bounce, completely oblivious to the scene happening right in front of you. Neteyam covered his mouth quickly, but then eventually spoke again.

“How are you going to approach her?” Neteyam asked curiously.

An invisible lightbulb appeared over Lo’ak’s head, “I have a plan.”

Later that day, you were face to face by a Na’vi male, about the same age as you, with another boy standing behind him. By the similarities in appearance, you assumed that they were brothers.

Nonetheless, you were shaking in fear, tears nearly spilling out of your eyes. You heard stories about the Na’vi, both good and bad. You didn’t, however, expect them to be this tall.

They were towering over you.

“Don’t… don’t hurt me.” You tried desperately to sound tough, yet fear was the only thing evident in your voice.

A twinge of guilt struck at Lo’ak’s young heart before he gulped, almost not knowing what to say. He felt bad for you — you look like you had just seen a ghost.

“We are not going to hurt you,” Neteyam spoke up, “we are friendly!”

You gasped, your mood switching in a heartbeat.

“You speak English!” You said, fascinated. Your eyes were practically sparkling.

Neteyam nodded, excitedly, “My brother came to ask you something.” He nudged his younger brother towards you, Lo’ak stumbling a bit before regaining his balance.

He shot a glare at Neteyam then crouched down to match your height, quickly planning what to say in his head.

Before he could speak, you gasped again, moving closer to him. You noticed the little white dots displayed across his face down to his torso.

“They’re so pretty..” you mumbled, instinctively reaching out to touch them. You ran your fingers across the pattern, your eyes wide in awe.

Fascinated to say the least, you squinted your eyes, pressing on one of the dots then looking at your finger to check if it left a mark. You were distracted, almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a conversation.

Lo’ak, scared to move under your touch, cleared his throat. You quickly took your hands off him, placing your arms behind your back. He was still blushing from your previous actions, but quickly collected himself.

“I… think you’re pretty too,” he pulled a bracelet out of his pouch before handing it to you.

You gently took the bracelet, automatically putting it around your wrist. You examined it carefully. It was made out of woven leather, with pebbles from nearby lakes attached to the material.

Squealing in excitement, you twisted your wrist around to show off your new jewelry.

You then hugged Lo’ak tightly before silently thanking him with a blush on both of your faces.

Once you pulled away, you two shared a smile. It was then he remembered what him and his brother were here for.

“Can I…” he trailed off, realizing that he had no idea what that thing was. You looked at him, confused.

He gave up on trying to find the right words, and simply pointed to the trampoline. You slowly looked toward the direction he pointed to, realization striking you.

“Do you want to play?” You asked, hopefully.

Lo’ak and Neteyam both nodded at the same time, making you giggle.

Next thing you knew, all three of you were bouncing on the trampoline.

“I can touch the sky, look!” Lo’ak exclaimed before bouncing and reaching upward.

You smiled for the tenth time that day, happy that you found new friends to play with.

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“You know, now that I think about it,” you looked at Lo’ak, only now realizing how much the two of you had grown since then, “we wouldn’t have met without that trampoline.”

He nodded in agreement, then turned to face you, holding eye contact. You two sat in silence, just looking at each other. You loved this. You loved that you two could stay quiet without it being awkward. You were the most comfortable when you were with him, as he was with you.

“I still think you’re pretty,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

You smiled at his words. He had no idea how much he meant to you.

“I think you’re pretty too,” you said as you brought your hand up to caress his face gently. The action was incredibly intimate, especially for a pair of best friends.

But something, only Eywa knows what, told you that you both wanted to be more than that.

So you continued to caress his face, studying the pattern of white freckles you’ve known like the back of your hand by now. His cheek was slightly grazed by the pebble attached to the woven bracelet on your wrist — the same one you’ve kept since your twelfth birthday.

— AVATAR : TWOW TWEETS (ft reader) !

a/n : let’s hope this one doesn’t flop lmao. let me know if u guys like this

taglist (let me know if you want to be added) : @nyotamalfoy @victoirey @theycallmesia @grierpilots @neteyamforlife @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

background : neteyam isn’t dead, y/n has a cat pfp, and that’s pretty much it

Update: How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!

fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

Beautiful

Soft as Clouds

Neteyam x F!Reader

Summary: You weren't well known in the clan, and when you become friends with Tuk, no one believes her.

Warning: Straight up Flufff

When you were growing up, you found yourself wanting to linger in the background more than insert yourself into the everyday activities of those your age. Like now, you were currently lounging in a tree, eyes facing up at the clouds as they moved by at their own pace.

You were a gatherer for the clan, not that anyone knew. You would rise before the sun to go out and gather the sweetest, most bountiful food your clan had ever tasted, leaving it in the baskets by the main fire circle. The fruits were always plump and juicy, herbs and spices nicely placed in pouches for easy access.

You wanted to begin early to end early, opting to stay out of sight of others. Now, some knew of you, the elders for example always took a small notice on how you were much more reserved than others your age. Your parents of course knew you, but you were a failure of a child in their eyes. At your age you should've been chosen for a mate, or made a mark on the clan in some positive way, but you didn't, so they turned their attention to your more 'promising' younger siblings.

You never cared, preferring your more modest lifestyle of peaceful serenity.

"Whoa! What are you doing up there?"

But Great Mother had other plans for you.

You gazed over the side of the branch you were currently laying on, brushing your hair that had fallen into your eyes away, spotting a young girl in the forest floor below you.

This was not just any girl, oh no, this was Tuktirey, Toruk Maktos youngest child.

You let a small smile slip on your face as you slowly began a decent, swift and agile, like that of a cat.

You knelt infront of her, your eyes meeting hers that were still so full of child like wonder, "what are you doing here small one?" Tuk giggled, looking side to side as if looking for something, or someone.

"I was following my brothers, but I guess I got lost," Extending a hand to Tuk, "Well, let us get you home then," her small fingers wrapped around yours and you both began your walk, going back down the path you had made from the times you ventured out here.

Tuk couldn't help but wonder why she had never seen you before, yet she thought you were very beautiful. The aura that surrounded you was so soft and peaceful, it made her feel instantly safe.

"Why do you come out here, it's very far from home? Are you a hunter or a gatherer? Your hair is very pretty, can you do mine like that? Wait! What's your name?" Tuk rambled out, skipping beside you. A chuckle escaped your lips, you liked Tuk, she was very silly.

You stopped and knelt down beside her, her yellow eyes stared into your soft green eyes and she couldn't help but think you held the forest in your eyes, "My name is (Y/n), I much prefer to gather, and I think your hair is fine just the way it is, simply because it's yours,"

You couldn't help but boop her nose, her nose scrunched as she let out a laugh. You smiled, "now, what is your name?" Tuk felt like you already knew, but she puffed out her chest proud, "My name is Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!"

"Such a pretty name," you gasped, standing up and resuming your walk to the village. Tuk swung your intertwined hands back and forth, both of you finding comfort in eachother.

When you had finally happened upon the village, you could hear everyone in a state of panic. Tuk groaned, her ears pinned back, "I think they realized I was gone," you knelt beside her, both of you hidden just out of sight with the plants, "then maybe you should appear,"

Tuk hugged you, you wrapped your arms around her to return the embrace. "Will I see you again?" She asked, pulling away enough to see your face.

"Of course, I quite like you," you smiled, slowly giving her a nudge to the panicked clan members.

When Tuk had emerged out of the brush, the panicked cries turned into one's of relief and joy. Many ran over to embrace her, but by this point you had already vanished without a trace.

"Tuk! Where were you, we were worried sick!" Jake exclaimed, sweeping his youngest into his arms and giving her a extra tight hug. "I tried to follow Neteyam and Lo'ak but I got lost, but it's okay!" Tuk laughed, "I found (Y/n) and she helped me get home!"

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a look, as did some of the other clan members. Your name was no familiar, almost positive there was no one in the village who has that name.

"Tuk, what are you talking about?" Neytiri wondered, taking her child from her mate and settling her on the ground in front of her, "There is no one named (Y/n) in the village," Neytiri began to examine Tuk for a head injury, but Tuk pulled her head away in annoyance, "I know what happened, (Y/n) helped me, she's right,"

But when Tuk turned around to where you had been, you were gone, "she was right here," Tuk cried, but her parents chalked it up to fatigue from being lost all day.

"Come, you must eat and rest," Neytiri pulled Tuk along by the hand, which Tuk did almost sulkly, glancing back one more time to see you emerge and give her a wink before disappearing behind everyone's backs. Tuk grinned, now happily walking with her Mom.

~.~

Weeks had passed and Tuk now snuck off any chance she had to find you, sometimes waking up early to join you on your gathering. You were like another big sister to her, you were so soft and gentle with her, it almost reminded her of her own mother. You would show her the best places to gather fruit and herbs, show her how to move silently through the forest so not to disturb it.

In return, Tuk gave you simple companionship. You always thought it was fun being alone, but Tuk gave you a shining light of what having someone around could be like.

When Tuk would return from wherever you two had disappeared to, she would tell her family all about it, now causing Jake and Neytiri to worry that she was making up stories to make herself feel important like her siblings.

"Ma Jake, I'm beginning to worry about Tuk," Neytiri spoke one day when she watched her youngest venture off into the brush before she could stop her, "it is not safe out there but yet she continues to go, we must stop her," Jake could only hum in agreement.

"What's the name of the person she speaks of? (Y/n)? Are we sure she's not a person in the clan?" Jake questioned, Neytiri feeling her shoulders sag in exhaustion cause she had asked any gatherer, hunter or healer she could think of and no one knew about you.

"Maybe we should send Neteyam with her one day? Make sure she's really safe? See what he can find out?" Neytiri fired off question after question, Jake taking her hands into his as he calmed her down, "That's sounds like a great idea, if there's anyone who can find out it's him, come, let's find him,"

They both set off to find their eldest, who they were sure was going to throw a fit hearing about their plan.

~.~

Tuk panted, running up to a clearing where she saw you relaxing by a small pond, toes and feet floating in the clear water. "I'm here! What are we going to do today?" Tuk skipped over, taking a seat next to you as your turned your gaze to her, a smile coating your face.

"What would you like to do?" You asked, Tuks face scrunched up in thought before asking you, "Could we go for a swim next to the waterfall?" You thought about it, before nodding. It was very close to the village, but you were looking forward to spending time with Tuk.

"Awesome!" She cheered, pulling you up off the ground and began the walk, with you giggling behind her.

The water had been very liberating of any stress or thoughts that plagued you. You sighed in bliss, leaning back to float in the water as your eyes gazed up at the clouds, the soft white making you forget everything.

Tuk had jumped in, splashing you and causing a laugh to erupt from your stomach as you flipped over, watching the young girl giggle and continue to splash you with water.

You began a water assault back, both of you not even paying attention to how loud you were being which caught the attention of Neteyam nearby who had been searching for Tuk under the instructions of their parents.

"Tuk!" He called, walking into the rocky terrain that held the waterfall where he saw Tuk soaked and wading waist deep in the water, her breath heavy as though she ran for miles, yet a smile plastered her lips.

You were no where to be seen, ducking under the water to find a rock that had caught your eye.

"Tuk, it's time to come home, let's go," he helped her out of the water, not noticing you surface up to your shoulders in the shade of a tree that grew on the nearby bank.

Your hair had rested on your face a little and your shoulders, the shade making your eyes almost glow as you analyzed Neteyam. He was your age, currently training to be the next clan leader and yet here he was, fetching his sister.

Tuk through a glance over her shoulder to see you in the shade, throwing up a quick wave goodbye and taking off in front of her brother.

Neteyam had caught her look and couldn't help but turn back, catching a quick sight of you.

A beautiful, young woman who was lounging in the water covered by shade. Your eyes are what caught his attention the most, but just as quick as he'd seen you, the next second he blinked in shock before opening them to find you gone, the water only rippling from where he saw you, well, where he thought he saw you.

Neteyam was now becoming a quick believer of Tuk's stories.

~.~

Now that Neteyam had caught a glimpse of you, he started to see you everywhere. Although, it was out of the corner of his eyes, because when he would turn to see you, your figure was gone, the place he had seen you now empty or void of anyone or anything.

He had told his parents that he didn't see anyone with Tuk, but that was only because he feared how crazy he would sound. Seeing someone who wasn't entirely there and then them being gone the next second. They'd send him straight to the Sky People for evaluation.

Neteyam had followed Tuk out of the hut one late afternoon, Tuk turning to him confused since he has never followed her before, "What are you doing?" Neteyam just smiled, playing an act to follow his parents instructions, "Well, I've missed hanging out with my favorite littlest sister," he roughed up Tuks hair, causing her to hiss and push his hand away, "so I figured we could spend the rest of the day together,"

Tuk glanced sideways towards the path, a bit unsure about how you'd reac to Neteyam coming along, "I don't know, you probably wouldn't be up for it," Neteyam raised an eyebrow, his thoughts consumed on what a child would be doing that he himself couldn't or wouldn't wanna do, especially so late in the afternoon.

"Well, if you're sure," Tuk grinned, taking off down the path faster than Neteyam had expected, "Tuk! Wait for me!"

~.~

You had been lounging in a tree again, this time basking in the setting sun's glow. You felt so warm, the lights rays bringing a sense of belonging to your being.

"(Y/n)!" Tuk exclaimed, running into sight as you glanced down at her, your lips showing your usual soft smile that you saved for her.

"Neteyam is following me, come on let's hurry!" Tuk tried to rush you, but you only laughed, "Why are we hiding from your brother?" Tuk felt her cheeks puff up in annoyance, "Come on (Y/n)! I don't want him to find you!" It wasn't often Tuk would throw a childish fit with you, so you knew this must be important to her.

You quickly climbed down, taking her hand and pulling her out of sight just in time for Neteyam to come around the corner. He stopped and took a quick look around, running a hand through his braids aggravated. "Come on Tuk! Mom and Dad don't want you out here by yourself,"

Neteyam continued on through, running right past where you two hid in a flower bush before emerging a minute after he disappeared.

Tuk laughed but quickly stopped when she saw your disappointed face, "I'm sorry," she mumbled, kicking the dirt with her ears pinned down.

"Let's walk and talk," you took her by the shoulder softly, "Is there a reason you keep running away from your family? I understand you want to be friends, but surely I'm not worth worrying your family over?"

You led her down a path as Eclipse began to set in, the forest coming to life with lights and sounds. "Well, I thought you might want to be kept alone, like how you were before we became friends," Tuk answered, but you knew better, "but?" You pushed, Tuk groaning before replying.

"Well, Neteyam has his hunting parties and future clan leader responsibilities, Kiri has healing and grandma, Lo'ak and Spuder go on treks through the forest, I just wanted something that was mine for a while," while a bit childish, you could see what she meant. It was nice to have something all your own, even if it wasn't necessarily yours to keep or own.

Tuk kept her eyes trained on the ground in front of her, hands rubbing together embarrassed. Tuk thought that you would be upset with her, but she was shocked when she felt your hand rub soothing circles on her back as you continued to walk together.

"Do not feel bad, sometimes we wish for things that cannot always be, but if it makes you feel better, you will always be my first and best friend," Tuk felt giddy knowing that you felt the same as she did. You truly were a big sister to her.

"I think it's time we returned for the night," you told her, Tuk nodded, feeling a little tired. "Come," you picked her up, her arms wrapped around your neck and head rested on her shoulder.

You smelled of flowers and mist, a calming scent that soon had Tuk drift off to sleep. Which means she couldn't return to her parents on her own, meaning you had to face the leaders of the clan.

Entering the village, you took notice that many had already gone to dinner, leaving a clear path straight to the leaders tent, where you could hear inside Jake Sully, the Olo'eyktan and Neytri, his mate and Tuks mother frantically asking Neteyam where Tuk was.

You held Tuk up with one arm, softly clearing your throat to make your presence known as you lift the drape, all three coming to a freeze as they saw you, a stranger, with Tuk fast asleep in your arms.

You dipped your head in greeting, eyes over looking the two males and straight to the female who quickly walked to you with fear and concern for her baby. "She is alright, just sleeping," you whispered, not wanting to wake up Tuk as Neytiri gently slipped her from you.

Neytiri nodded a head in thanks, though her eyes held confusion. Your eyes slipped over Jake Sullys form, a small gesture of hello from another head nod before you allowed your eyes to stay trained on Neteyams shocked yellow.

'She is real,' is all Neteyam could think as you both played a stare game, you breaking it off with a soft smile before disappearing. He found the sudden ability to move, dashing to the drape only to pull it back and find you gone, like a phantom.

"I think, that's (Y/n)" Jake mumbled, his mind wracking to find any sense of familiarity of you, but found none. Neytiri felt a small rumble from Tuk, glancing down at the small girl to find her awake and giggling softly, "Told you she was real,"

~.~

Neteyam couldn't get you out of his head, now actively looking for you, but you weren't anywhere to be found. Tuk had told him all about you, and this time he listened, but she wouldn't tell him where you go.

"(Y/n) doesn't like to be sought after, you can only find her when she wants you to find her," Tuk laughed like it was the most simplest thing in the world, but it just made Neteyam frustrated.

He knew so little about you but felt a strange need to be near you, hear your soft voice again and find out more. Call it a crush, infatuation or even obsession, he just wanted to see you again, even if for a last time.

It was only when he took a stroll through the brush on a warm afternoon, that he found you. Only you were laying patch off soft moss, eye shut as you looked at piece with the world.

The world itself seemed to be happening around you, each breath you took was like a breeze from Eywa herself. Insects and small animals passed you by, as if you were just one with them.

Neteyam had approached you slowly, footsteps light as he observed your face. It was beautiful in his eyes, your soft lashes caressing your cheeks, lips parted ever so slightly with each breath you took in. Your hair seemed to flow around you in the vast green foliage.

He was too lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you open your eyes and look back at him. Your green eyes traced his features as well, taking in the rough yet handsome face he was gifted with. He truly was his mother's child.

When he saw your green eyes staring back at him, he fell back from his squat in shock. You softly hummed, a smile so small but just for him.

"What are you looking at?" He coughed, his face feeling warm from your stare.

You sat up slowly, his eyes glancing at how your body was bending, hair falling over your cheeks to frame your face.

Eywa help his sinful thoughts.

"Oh you know," you drawled, "The clouds,"

~.~

MUST BE LOVE ON THE BRAIN (2.9k)

todoroki shouto x reader

SYNOPSIS: todoroki is the face of next month's heroes weekly cover and this time he's pretty much naked. you're not sure how you feel about that.

WARNINGS: minors dni, fem reader, marks n hickeys on shou, lots of possession from reader, a lil insecure uncomfortable reader, established relationship, sweet todoroki, unprotected sex, dom reader but not heavily more switch for them both, yn takes photos of him

A/N: heyyyyy ive had this idea for years lmao so this is my attempt. i was gonna use it for bkg but i think it sounded sweeter for shou. also imagine a calvin klein-esque shoot okay. also title from rihanna because i am obsessed with love on the brain atm.

“i’ve got a surprise for you.”

the words sounded strange coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. odd. todoroki shouto wasn’t one for surprises. he didn’t like when people did them to him, as shown when midoriya set up a surprise birthday for him a few years back and he just stared blankly at everyone. he said to you later that night that he didn’t see the point of all the effort to be secretive when it would have been easier if he just knew. so surprises weren’t todoroki’s thing which by default meant he never really thought to do them with you. if he saw jewellery on patrol and thought of you, he’d buy it and give it to you when he’d see you next. same with musical and concert tickets so they were never technically surprises, just very thoughtful gifts.

but this being called a surprise (in his own words!) meant that he kept a secret from you for some time. went off and did something without telling you, to then one day tell you all in hopes of making you happy.

you rolled over in bed to face todoroki, a frown deep set on your features. it was the early morning, the first coherent sentence after his first mumbled, “good morning,” into your neck.

“you, todoroki shouto, have a surprise for me?” you ask and you feel his arms tighten around you. 

you tilt your head up to meet his bicoloured pupils and you notice a little bit of insecurity waft behind them. his bottom lip juts out, a perfect pink because he has to be gorgeous even in the morning. his usual middle parting, separating his red and white locks is off centre but it only gives him a model off duty look rather than just waking up.

“yes, i do. is that really a surprise in itself?” 

you nod, pressing a kiss to his closed mouth, “surprises aren’t really your thing.”

“it can be ours though. or yours,” he replies, pecking your forehead. it’s another new thing he does (along with surprises apparently), pecking your forehead.

you shrug, giving him a sly smile, “depends on how this one goes.”

todoroki’s comment gets cut off when the doorbell to his apartment sounds, even his phone going off to alert him someone’s at the door. he lets you roll out his arms to grab his phone and go into the intercom app, “you can leave the package there, i’ll come get it now.” 

you stare at the hero with a hum as he slides out of bed in his tight black underwear, long lean body with a hand brushing through his hair. he stretches his arms to the ceiling like a cat, a moan rumbling from his lips. then he stares you down for a moment, yawning and squeezing your foot at the end of the bed. “this is for you.”

todoroki returns with a small smile, holding a medium sized brown box to his chest. you sit up slightly, a strap to your tank top falling down. 

“what is it?” you ask, impatience pumping through you at being so close to whatever it is.

“patience babygirl,” he chuckles, climbing back into bed and giving it to you on top of the covers. he scratches his head, sinking back under the duvet, “now open it.”

you pick at the tape, before pulling the brown tape cleanly off, “can i just say how i have no clue what this is right now? none.” 

todoroki says nothing, studying your reaction when you bend open the flaps and finally pull out the item. 

you’re stunned to silence. the smile on your face dropping and he’s finding it difficult to read you.

in your hands are the first five copies of todoroki’s cover for next month's Heroes Weekly issue. he’s been on it before, a few times but all fully clothed. in this future copy, he’s laying only in tight white underwear, on top of bright white sheets, looking sexier than ever. looking exactly like he does beside you. purposely ruffled hair, so obviously close to his morning hair you’re wondering if the hair and makeup team have been looking through your windows. he’s got a smoulder, staring down the camera like the devil himself, tempting you to get into bed with him.

his body is impeccable, with long limbs, bread rolls for muscles and broad lean shoulders. a few scars litter his body which only feeds into the whole pro-hero sexiness with one large hand sprawled across his chest and another propping up his head, making his bicep bulge.

your shouto, now for the world to see.

“i can’t tell what you’re thinking?” 

honestly, you don’t know what you’re thinking either. it’s a sexy image, he’s a beautiful man, so gorgeous and you’re partly thinking to frame one of the copies and blowing up the picture to get as a poster. another side of you is literally thinking of blowing up every printed image of your boyfriend like this because you share so much of him all the time, you want how he looks in the morning to be just for you. you trace your finger over the bold lettering at the front, ‘THE REAL SHOUTO’.

“you look great shou. i’m assuming you’ve got a whole spread,” you say, void of any emotion as you flick to the page of his interview and more photos of him laying back in a bed and even one of him brushing his teeth in an old fashioned bathroom. 

he takes the box from your lap of the spare magazines and shoves it to the ground. he goes to take the copy out of your hands but you hold it to your chest, “wait, i’m not done!”

“you’re not being honest with me.”

for the first time since you’ve held the magazine, you look to your right to the man himself. you feel a hand on your heart tighten and twist. you don’t want to share him with the world.

“what? you look really good. your new workout routine is so good, makes you look really good and—,”

“you’ve said good three times. i don’t think you think it’s good,” todoroki bites, pulling the magazine out of your hands and trying to look at the images through your eyes. does he look bad? is this trying too hard? all his friends have done covers like this, showing even more skin and some sweaty and dirty. does he look stupid?

your eyes widen at the insecurity swimming behind his pupils. you speak truthfully, turning to face him with a hand on his cheek,  “no shou, you really do look gorgeous. trust me. i think we should frame one for my bedroom.”

“mhm?” he’s not convinced.

“uh-huh. you look like after we have sex in the morning. i love it.” 

your words are soft, full of thought and underlying meaning. your eyes are wide and shiny, focused back on the cover and todoroki is still really confused.

todoroki frowns, “so why are you being so… quiet and…frowny? you get more excited when i post an instagram of me slightly smiling.”

you glance away from your lover, your hand sliding off his cheek. “everyone sees you slightly smiling,” you mumble but it’s not enough because todoroki lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. 

you straddle his waist as he grips your chin so you can’t look away. “and? talk to me.” he orders, pulling you close to his face, his lips brushing yours. 

you groan aloud, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “it’s so embarrassing shou. but i promise i like the photos. a lot.”

he nods but he doesn’t let go, “tell me now baby.”

“you look like how you look when we have sex in the morning.”

“you said that already.”

you sigh, you point a finger between your body and his, “when we have sex together.”

“you are the only one i have sex with,” a smile pokes at his cheek but it quickly drops when you huff.

“you’re not listening, shou.”

“because you’re not explaining yourself.”

you know better than to assume todoroki will laugh or make fun of you. he is such a listener, but with you repeating the same thing, he’s finding it hard to read between the lines. a hand rests on your bare hip, his finger playing with the elastic of your underwear.

“everybody is going to see you, how i see you,” you whisper, shutting your eyes so you don’t have to look at him, “i like having you to myself. now all your fangirls are going to know. it’s even the title! the real shouto! only i should know that!”

you don’t notice your chest heaving or your fingers curling into fists. when you do open your eyes again, todoroki is in deep thought.

“i didn’t see it like that,” he glances at the cover beside him, then back to you. he picks it up before throwing it back down, “you know this isn’t really me, right? the real me is me with you. i even spoke about you in the article, how i love you and i’m doing the shoot as a surprise for you. the photos are for you.”

“i do really love the photos,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek to soothe you but you’re hot and embarrassed, “i know i’m being stupid but i’ll get over it.”

he shakes his head, locks of red and white falling over his eyes, “you’re not being stupid. i get it but this isn’t how i look after sex. i’m sweaty and tired and completely in love with you.”

you smile, shaking your head, “you’re so cute.”

he matches your smile, “i thought i was good. really good.”

you pinch his nipple, “i also said gorgeous. very sexy.”

you’re still shy and todoroki can barely recognise you. he’s not used to you thinking before you speak and wanting to disappear. he sneaks a hand up your camisole, “if you want me to tell them not to publish it i will. we can take new photos.”

you shake your head, “no it’s okay. if you’re really talking about me in the interview, everyone will know you’re mine. they can look but not touch.”

you bite down on your lip when todoroki grins slowly at you. he’s always been a fan of possession, a reason why he practically dedicated the cover and shoot to you. you are the real him, everything about him is you. 

“show me, baby girl. show me how i’m yours,” he slurs tilting his head up for a kiss. you give it to him like you’d give him anything he asks for, a sweet kiss on his lips which so easily becomes a make out.

you become one, your tongue brushing against his, your fingers in his mussed hair. you lick around his mouth and he lets you take control, though his hands feel you up, one on your ass and another on your back to press you to him.

you pull away, brushing the spit connecting you both with your thumb and todoroki moans aloud. he tilts his hips so you can feel him hard on your ass. “i love you,” he murmurs, lips pouting for another kiss.

“i love you too, shou,” you whisper ducking down to suck on a spot on his neck. large hands roam your body, squeezing as you nibble down on his skin. you want to bruise him, mark him so everybody knows he’s yours.

you hear him gasp at the pain, “oh baby,” but he only eggs you on. 

“and another, so everyone knows you belong to me,” you say, ducking down to mark another hickey on his neck. he stretches his neck like a purring kitten to give you more space and you’re not in control when you begin to hump his chest, begging for some friction.

when you finally pull away, your eyes become half-lidded at your work. “so pretty, shou,” you pout, two red splotches on his neck. then you eye his pectoral, right on the spot above his heart. or should you say your heart since he’s always saying it is.

you smooth a thumb across the skin before stuffing a hand in his boxers and pulling out his cock. his hips jolt and you laugh, “you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“fuck… yeah, i am. for you, always,” todoroki whimpers and you feel your stomach warm, your lower half fluttering.

you begin to pump him in your fist, your thumb rubbing the wet head of his cock. he hums, pleasure radiating through his body and he grunts when you take your teeth to his chest, working on a hickey on his heart.

you pull away with a twinkle in your eye, clearly proud of his markings and bruisings. he’s definitely not going to be able to hide the ones on his throat with his hero suit on. you shuffle up to rub your clothed clit over his cock and todoroki bends his knees to position himself firmly on his bed.

you lay a kiss on his chest, all the littered pink and red marks. “say you’re mine shou.” you brush your fingers over him and your boyfriend rumbles over your touch. you squeeze around his head, hand tight and warm and you feel his body vibrate.

“i’m all yours,” todoroki moans and when you kiss his chest you reply with the same three words.

“can i take a photo of you?” you run both hands down his chest, your back arched as you stimulate yourself.

todoroki is putty in your hands, looking up at you like you put stars in the sky. his lips are parted and he already feels like he’s been fucked even though he hasn’t been inside of you yet. he loves being owned by you, heck this magazine was him making it clear that he is and you letting him know that it’s something you think about makes his heart pound heavy in his chest.

“of course, love,” he stretches to get your phone before he even finishes speaking.

you snatch the device, switching to the camera app and taking photos similar to the ones in the magazine. different angle, sitting on top of him but these ones are so much more realistic, especially when you pull your panties to the side and slip him inside you.

you snap photos of his eyes shut, pupils rolling back and his tensed abs as he flicks his hips up for some friction. you think he’s beautiful, “so beautiful shou. you’re so sexy. you look like mine.”

he bites down on his lower lip, a rough growl rumbling from him. “mother… fucker,” he grunts and with one last photo, you throw your phone to the side to focus on him inside you.

you grind down back on him, thighs burning as you bounce and meet every one of his thrusts. “you take me so well baby. you’re perfect for me,” he trembles and you know he’s close because his fingers squeeze your ass cheeks to hold you in place. 

without any warning, he flips you around onto your back. you gasp when your head hits the pillow and moan when he hits a completely different spot.

“oh fuck, oh fuck shou,” he rubs clockwise circles on your clit, his hair damp on his forehead.

“what do you need baby? talk to me,” he moves his hips faster and your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“a kiss, want you to kiss me when we—,” your arms circle around his neck and he sinks his tongue into your mouth to soak up all your moans.

together you reach the peak, your back arching under the weight of his body, thighs clenched around his waist and clinging onto him. todoroki groans down your throat, stamina insane as he keeps his thrusts steady throughout his orgasm. he separates from the kiss to breathe, resting his forehead against yours as he spills into you.

you’re both wet and warm, the movement of him inside you loud. 

“oh fuck,” he trembles, slowly letting his body weight down to lay on top of you.

together you both breathe, collecting yourselves before you have to clean up.

“only you would think a collection of photos of you would be a gift for me,” you giggle and todoroki flicks his head up to glare at you.

“i would love to get a book of photos of you like that,” he mumbles softly. 

“don’t get me wrong it is a gift. i want a poster of the front cover. framed signed too,” he rolls his eyes but he doesn’t disagree. he’ll definitely make it happen for you.

he reaches up on his forearms, caging you in to talk to you, “you sure you still don’t feel weird about it?”

you brush your hand over his throat, then down the mark on his chest, “no, you know you’re mine. that’s enough for me.” he kisses you softly and you grin, “also i think there's something sexy about everyone seeing you but only i really get to see the real you and you do choose me every day.”

he nods, a smile springing on his face, “and i will forever.”

I want a Wolfie

Wolfie's wanderings

Wolfie knew that the portal he’d been hurled into wasn’t one of the usual portals they chased the shadow through, but this was bad. He wasn’t in any of the Hyrules he’d been to before, and the world looked, felt and smelt so strange to him.

Roaring metal contraptions were going down roads, people walked on streets and entered mile-high buildings regularly, and he couldn’t sense anything that could get him home.

The best he could do was lay low and wait for the others to come looking for him.

If he could survive that long

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When your best friend suggested getting another pet after your elderly pet had passed, you weren’t sure. You’d lived with Meatball for so long, knew all of his ticks, his preferences and the best way to brush him without being clawed that you didn’t know if you could even let another animal in your heart. That was until you met Wolfie – the aptly named huge dog looked so miserable and lonely in the rescue yard that you couldn’t help but go over and pet the poor boy.

He was resistant at first but eventually sank into a hug, whining quietly, and your mind was made up – he’d be coming home with you.

That was a few months ago, and you were so glad you took him in; he was such a strange and intelligent beast that you swore up and down knew how to read clocks and open packets of snacks that he couldn’t have gotten into easily – but that was beside the point: he was a lovely boy, and you loved him so much.

At first, he was unsure of everything, but now he’d settled into your home and had his own routine and little quirks – he woke up early, let himself out to play in the yard, and would come in to nudge you awake for breakfast. Wolfie was probably the only reason you woke up early at this point.

It was 7AM, and you knew Wolfie would be coming in any moment, but you wanted to sleep in just a few minutes longer – you really needed it. The door opened, and Wolfie boofed quietly, but you refused to indicate you were awake.

A moment later, the blanket was slowly pulled off you, and Wolfie barked, nudging you with his snout. You yawned, reluctantly opening your eyes to see the adorable dog sitting in front of you, panting happily at you now that you were sitting up.

“You and I need to discuss how important it is to sleep in on the weekends, Wolfie”, you informed him sternly before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Wolfie met you downstairs, crowding around your legs as you prepared his breakfast and waited for your toast to finish toasting before slathering it with a healthy amount of chocolate spread. Wolfie whined at you, and you giggled

“No, Wolfie, chocolate is bad for doggos,” you told him, and Wolfie pouted, giving you puppy eyes, but you refused to give in. “It’ll send you to the vet, Wolfie, and I doubt you’ll enjoy that.”

Wolfie huffed, following you into the living room and flopping across your lap. You didn’t mind this at all; Wolfie was incredibly fluffy and warm, so his warmth kept your legs warm, especially now that it was winter, but he was also heavy, though you weren’t about to tell him that.

Crunching on your toast, you scrolled through your phone, reading through the group chat and smirking as your friends roasted one another – you loved your friends; you couldn’t imagine them not being in your life.

Wolfie barked, moving off of your lap, and you raised an eyebrow as he spotted a cat in the yard and slowly made his way to it.

Wolfie was so weird. He loved cats even though they didn’t always love him, and you followed him to the backyard to watch him nuzzle a cat gently and curl up around it. Your boy was so gentle and friendly; he managed to get a lot of the neighbourhood cats to nap with him and could often be seen with a bunch of cats holding him hostage by sleeping on his tremendous floof.

You loved him so much.

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Wolfie nudged the cat gently with his snout, and the cat sighed.

‘There’s no news about any portals or other worlds being opened on this side’, his informant meowed, and he sighed.

‘It must have been opened from the other side, then’, he surmised, and the cat nudged him gently.

‘Cheer up; you still might find your way home yet.’

Wolfie hummed, returning to sit by your chair as you wandered in after him, taking a seat and petting his ears.

This world was so strange – not only was the magic very faint, but almost impossible for him to track down, and this world was already difficult to navigate on his own – he was glad he had you to gently introduce him to the world around him. He was also eternally grateful that you were so kind to take him in when you still grieving your cat – Wolfie could still smell traces of the elderly cat around your house and knew you must have cared for him as profoundly as Meatball cared for you.

You were a good person, a little odd but well-meaning.

You also had a strange talent of giving him the best ear scratches, which he enjoyed but would deny if the others ever brought it up.

He missed home, and the strangeness of this world clung to his fur like that weird shampoo you’d used on him that he did not like – he’d given you the silent treatment over that, and you luckily didn’t use that foul-smelling concoction on him again. It was embarrassing to be washed down, especially in wolf form. Still, there wasn’t much he could do about it – he didn’t dare transform back into Hylia form just in case anyone caught him, and explaining his whole situation wasn’t something he was willing to do just yet.

He just wanted to go home, but at the same time, he didn’t want to leave you…

You were so kind and loving to him, and Wolfie just knew that you’d love his Hylian form too, and you’d fit into the chain so well, and they’d love you so much, and you’d learn to love the fair land of Hyrule too.

Wolfie noticed you getting up and followed you to your room, abruptly facing the corner and strictly staring at the wall as he saw you changing your clothes.

You laughed for some reason, “You’re so well-behaved, Wolfie!”

Wolfie huffed, and you giggled, reaching over to pet his ears, but he refused to look at you in such a state of undress, especially when you didn’t know his true nature and couldn’t consent to change in front of him like this.

“If you were secretly a human turned into a dog, you’d tell me, right?” there was a joking tone to your question, and Wolfie looked at you and barked, tilting his head, making his best impression of a regular dog.

Could you know?

No, there was no way you could know

You were probably just joking, but that didn’t stop his unease. He couldn’t let you know, not now! Yes, he had known you for months at this point, but he wasn’t ready to reveal himself to you just yet, nor could he prove anything about his world without transforming first and needlessly scaring you – he needed to handle the reveal with tact.

You headed out the door, giving a few pats goodbye before locking the door, and Wolfie wandered over to your bed and flopped onto it, taking in your scent.

He loved you so much and just wished this horrible nightmare was over so he could take you home with him; you’d live a charmed life in Ordon with him away from all the hustle and bustle of this confusing modern world – he’d take care of all the farm life and you’d just have to sit and enjoy life with him. Maybe he could adopt a dog, too, since you clearly loved Wolfie.

That sounded like a good idea….

But first, he needed to get home.

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Hours had passed before you finally returned home, but you didn’t enter your house just yet, opting to stare through the window at what Wolfie was doing.

Sitting on the highest perch of the cat tower was Wolfie, completely at ease with the situation but staring morosely outside the window.

You couldn’t help it; you cackled.

Wolfie must have heard you because he brightened up and leapt down, barking up a storm as you giggled, unlocking the door and petting him as he attacked you with kisses and licks as you entered.

“Hi, baby! Hi!” you cooed, rubbing his ears as he snuffled about your legs, following you as you shucked your coat and boots before getting started on dinner.

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Wolfie couldn’t help but be excited when you returned, he had been bored as he usually was when you left, and nothing you left him was entertaining enough – he wasn’t some simple dog that you could leave with destructible toys, but you didn’t know that, and he could never blame you.

He also loved watching you cook – you ranted about your day at work, sang some silly made-up song about whatever vegetable you were chopping, or simply sang to him as you cooked. You sometimes dropped scraps, and he was not above munching on them as they fell – sometimes, you even slipped him some extra vegetables that you didn’t need, which he happily crunched on.

“My cute little Wolfie,” you cooed, twirling around him, draining a pot and Wolfie’s tail wagged watching you; you were so full of life and love and were so adorable. “I wish I could talk to you and know what’s on your mind.”

Wolfie barked in agreement; he wished he could speak to you openly, too, to not be forced to hide like this until he found a way home. You poured out some kibble for him, and while he disliked such foods, it was apparently good for him, and he didn’t like seeing you upset at him for not eating.

The first day you had brought him home, you had poured out some kibble, but he refused to eat it, so you had sat there for hours, pleading for him to eat.

“Please, Wolfie! It’s really good for you!” you begged, looking at him with such an upset expression that he remembered feeling so bad. “Please just eat at least one bite! Please, I promise I’ll let you be afterwards!”

He remembered caving soon after, and you had cheered, scratching behind his ears and almost cried with relief when he continued eating. Of course, Wolfie would eat that disgusting food if it meant that you were happy with him, and he was so glad he hadn’t upset you like that again.

The only other time he’d seen you so upset was when an old boyfriend of yours had cheated on you, and Wolfie couldn’t help but feel bad for you. You were such a nice person, and he hadn’t known you all that long at that point, and he remembered crawling into your lap and simply comforting you that way. It had worked, and Wolfie enjoyed the snuggles and cuddles too, and they had become a regular fixture in your routine.

Now, Wolfie watched you wash the dishes, humming a song under your breath, and he simply sat there, watching you with his tail wagging. Being around you was so nice and calming, and he quickly followed you up to your room as you headed to bed, giving him a few pats as he laid down next to you to sleep.

He had dozed off, but his ears perked at the strange sound in your room.

Sitting up, his eyes caught the unmistakable sight of a portal opening up, and his senses instantly told him this was back to Hyrule, back to his pack, back to where he belonged.

Practically leaping out of bed, he transformed back into his Hylian form, stretching slightly to get used to this body again and paused, looking at you.

He had long debated about whether or not to bring you with him when the time came and has chosen to take you with him. Now that the moment was here, he couldn’t help but brush your cheek gently with a smile.

Link couldn’t stand the idea of not being with you – he had already been separated by worlds from Midna, and he wasn’t about to let this happen again with you! Scooping you up in his arms quickly, he grabbed a few of your blankets and hopped through the portal, the glowing doorway disappearing as he entered.

He was going home and would have his love with him this time.

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A/N: remember that pic I posted a while ago captioned "Wolfie waiting for Y/N to come home", this is the fic that goes with itea[o[sgjph

@cloudninetonine @xynnia @times-bisoprolol

More Wolfie? More Wolfie!

Basically, Wolfie got yeeted to the modern world and was rescued. Reader adopted him and he quickly got attached so when the time came to go back to Hyrule, he took Y/N with him bc of course they'd love Hyrule and him and everything/s

In the modern world, Wolfie just looks like a wolf dog, not an actual wolf, and he is the best boi to Reader

LMK what you think please!

I am so invested ??

A plotting princess

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Link stroked your hair gently, staring down at your peaceful face as your head rested in his lap.

It had been so long since he had seen your face bereft of fear or hate or the intense look you had when fighting something. Seeing you through the eyes of monsters was like a weak bandage applied to a broken bone – it only healed surface-level damage and did nothing for the pain beneath.

Watching you from the eyes of monsters didn’t do much to quell the fire within him, but it was the best he could do given the circumstances. The infernal princess was holding him back, just like she had done all those years ago when all he wanted was to take you into his arms and comfort you. Dry your tears. Hold you in his arms as the world collapses around the two of you.

He didn’t care much about Hyrule or what little it had to offer – all he wanted was you, you, you, and while you might be a little afraid of him now and might hate him here at this moment, Link was sure that a few years with no one else for company would change your mood.

You’d learn to love him again just like you had done all those years ago when you chattered to him to get him to open up. When you bandaged his wounds and scolded him for being reckless. When you covered him in fights defending that useless princess.

You were everything he wanted and more, and soon, he’d be free.

Free to take you into his arms and love you until you could breathe nothing but his love.

“Soon.”

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The Lynel watched you as you made your way down the North Akkala Foothill. It wasn’t in the usual threatening stance Lynels generally stood in when anyone encroached on their territory, and you eyed it wearily. The more intelligent part of you knew that Link and the Calamity were watching you through the creature’s eyes, and you tried to pay it no mind, but the shiver running up your spine told it exactly what you were feeling. You had just left the Akkala Ancient Tech Lab after buying a few bundles of Ancient Arrows to help defeat the scourge of Vah Naboris and were now just wandering aimlessly.

‘He knows,’ you couldn’t help but think as you glanced back to the Lynel to see it still watching you, posture stiff but not threatening. ‘Link and the Calamity know I came to get more Ancient Arrow, and they know I was going to Naboris straight after.’

Your hand skipped to the blade on your back; the creature made no move to attack or do anything other than stare at you.

‘I think I prefer being attacked than watched.’

There was no way you could conquer any of the remaining Divine Beasts – the Calamity was probably already prepared for your arrival, and you didn’t want to risk it – you could wait another day or so until you went up to do battle with them.

Taking out the Sheikah Slate, you clicked a random shrine in the Hateno area and braced yourself for the warp.

After successfully landing, you made your way away from the more civilised areas and towards Firly Plateau, where you’d make your camp for the night. The Great Plateau was another choice to stay at, but you couldn’t bear it.

The Great Plateau was where you had woken up after a century of sleep, and while it was beautiful and the perfect place to gather your bearings, you hated it. There wasn’t anyone there to tell you about what happened all those years ago since the late king didn’t think it was wise for you to know just yet – you never liked him for how he treated Zelda, but this made your dislike grow stronger: Who was he to decide these things for you?

The silence and isolation of that plateau made you feel worse, and you remembered leaving it as soon as you could, unable to bear the silence for a moment longer, and your fair land of Hyrule was far more comforting than the silence up there. Yes, the various wildlife and monsters up there spaced out the dreadful silence, but there were no people, no travellers, no friendly faces you could occasionally converse with when you needed supplies.

Now that the king was gone, there was no one else up there, and you didn’t quite fancy being the only Hylian up there, so to Firly Plateau, you went.

The afternoon had passed to the evening when you eventually arrived, and you barely had enough energy to bring out your bedroll from the slate and to start a fire with a bundle of wood and a piece of flint, but you somehow managed. Lying down, you flicked through the slate, idly taking note of what you had that would be useful in your fight with the Divine Beasts.

The one haunting Naboris would most likely be the most difficult to defeat. It led you to buy many bundles of Ancient Arrows from Robbie and Cherry, and you had decided to use them with your Savage Lynel bow, which somehow fired multiple arrows despite consuming only one. You didn’t understand it but weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying went.

Medoh would most likely be easier to defeat, and your shock arrows and ice arrows would make it easier for you to close in for the kill, and your mighty elixirs would hopefully help you deal more damage when it came time for melee combat with the beasts.

Sighing, you returned the slate to your wait and turned to look up at the stars.

“The stars are quite beautiful.”

Jumping, you whipped around to see Zelda – Zelda, Zelda, Zelda – sitting on the log across from you. Your mouth opened and closed several times as you fumbled with what to say to her.

You had planned to say so much when you finally rescued her, but seeing her in front of you, a golden projected image of herself and not the real her, you didn’t know what to say.

You settled for staring at her, your eyes greedily drinking her form in as this was the first time you saw her in decades.

“I… They are beautiful,” you managed after a while, and she smiled at you, making your heart flutter.

She was still wearing the same tailored robes she had been wearing to the Spring of Wisdom a hundred years ago when the Calamity had burst free, and you felt less than her in your Sheikah Armour set… but that didn’t matter – you weren’t alone!

“I miss you,” you said after a moment of silence, and the blonde smiled.

“I miss you too.”

You scooted to her at her words and raised your hand, unsure of your movements, but Zelda moved too.

Her hand came to hover near yours, fingertips brushing yours gently.

She wasn’t solid, and you weren’t sure how to describe it, but the best you could explain was that it felt like walking through water. And she was so warm, unlike Daruk and Mipha, who were so cold.

“How are you holding up?” you found yourself asking, unsure of what to say, what to ask your best friend of many years. You couldn’t even remember the last full conversation you had with her in person other than the warnings she sent you telepathically.

“I’m well.”

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing at that. “Zel, you and I both know that’s a lie.”

Zelda smiled again, and it stabbed at your heart.

“It is rotten work, but it’s what I’m destined to do,” she said before turning her gaze to meet your eyes, “and how fares your quest?”

You exhaled heavily, reluctantly tearing your gaze from her form and staring into the fire and sighed, rubbing at your eyes.

Zelda’s suddenly solid hand cupped your cheek and turned your face back to hers, and you couldn’t help it. You broke down into sobs.

 You hadn’t realised just how touch-starved you were until her gentle hold on your cheek sent all the hastily but carefully built walls inside of you tumbling down, and you wept in the arms of the only person in Hyrule who possibly understood what you were going through.

Zelda’s arms around you were a wall blocking out the rest of the world, and all you could hear were her gentle, soothing noises and her heartbeat.

It was so strange that his projected image of your best friend had a heartbeat.

You wanted nothing more than to drown yourself in her heartbeat, the unshakeable safety that her arms brought, and the soft sound of her voice murmuring into your hair.

Eventually, your tears dried up, and you pulled away, furiously rubbing at your eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you whispered, trying to make yourself presentable, but she only smiled gently.

“Y/N, you had seen worse from me all those years ago,” her voice rang with honesty, but you couldn’t remember for the life of you. Though, what you had gleaned from your conversations and interactions with the late king of Hyrule, you figured that the man wasn’t the best father even though he may have been a better king.

“Still, you came all this way, and I started crying on you. What kind of a friend am I?” you joked, and she smiled again, shaking her head gently.

“You know I’ve been watching over you when I can.”

You nodded, feeling a flare of warmth in your chest at her words. The weight of her gaze watching you occasionally brought much comfort to you, and it was so unlike the cold stare of the various monsters that roamed the land and Link’s hungry gaze that shined through the coldness of the monsters’ eyes.

“I always felt that you staying away from civilian areas was so noble of you,” Zelda’s hands came to clasp yours gently, “you were always trying to do what was right by others, never being selfish.”

You flushed, glancing away bashfully, before turning your gaze back to her.

“I’m only trying to keep them safe. They shouldn’t suffer for my mistakes.”

The princess’s green gaze hardened, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“This wasn’t your fault.” She spoke firmly, the golden light flickering around her pulsed brighter for a moment. “I know it, Mipha knows it, and Daruk knows it. The only one who doesn’t know it is you.”

You sighed, heart weighed down by everything that had happened. “I can’t help but feel it is. I wish I had known then what I know now.”

Zelda hummed, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“I’ve spent decades wishing the same,” she spoke, and you flinched slightly – how could you have forgotten that she’d spent a century fighting this fight while you had rested. “But there’s nothing I can do to change it, and there’s nothing you could have done to change what happened.”

She was right.

You had thought these same thoughts and turned them around in your mind, mulling over them like you did when waiting for an omelette to crisp up nicely in the pan before it was ready, but hearing it for Zelda, Zelda, Zelda, seemed to confirm it.

Zelda had spent so long fighting, and who better to confirm those thoughts than the one currently holding the Calamity and Link at bay?

“You’re right.” You said eventually, and she smiled, warming your heart. “I just wish there was some way I could physically help you….”

“Oh, Y/N,” Zelda’s soft expression made your heart flutter as her hand came to cup your cheek gently. “Continuing to fight inspires me, and that is enough.”

Sitting under the twinkling stars with the one you cared for so deeply made your heart swell with hope, and hope continued to flourish as the campfire embers slowly died during the night.

.

Zelda startled, coming back to her senses.

She was back inside her and the Calamity’s prison and sighed gently, rubbing her upper arms for warmth even though it didn’t do anything. It was neither cold nor warm here, and it was always dark asides from when she used her powers. The only thing that broke in the darkness where the handful of disembodied eyes surrounding the fallen champion of Hyrule.

“I see you went to see our beloved.” Link’s voice broke the silence, and a coil of anger curled around Zelda’s heart.

“Our beloved? Oh please, you don’t love them.” She snapped back, barely restraining her anger, but it was true: Link didn’t love you, not like she did.

Link merely wanted to have you; otherwise, he wouldn’t have fallen to the Calamity’s machinations. If the swordsman had truly loved you, he would have stayed on the true path and courted you the traditional way instead of dooming all their friends and Hyrule’s populace to a miserable fate.

“Ah yes, because you know what love is,” Link scoffed, and she clenched her fists. “She’s not yours either.”

“Then-”

“She wouldn’t have chosen you,” Link taunted, but Zelda held back her fury – she knew what he was doing, and it wouldn’t work. Frantically, she forced the memory of comforting you in her arms into her mind’s eye. “You were only a means to an end.”

“Ah, yes, because you’ve known her for as long as I have,” she shot back, restraining her fury.

Think of Y/N. Think of her smile. Think of her voice. Think of Y/N-

“Why would she want you? Having to deal with the conformity of royalty and those rules-”

“What could you have offered her? The life of a housewife waiting on a husband whose constantly away? You and I both know how those stories end.”

That must have hit a sore spot for the swordsman, judging by his twitch.

“You’re acting as if I’d stay and play protector for you back then; I’d have done anything to make her happy.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow, “And dooming her to this fate is making her happy?”

Link fell silent, and Zelda hummed, thinking.

What exactly did the Calamity promise to Link all those years ago? The blond was always resolute, so what had made him fall?

A proper conversation with the man himself was needed before going forward.

Raising a hand, her power glowed, destroying the malice, maws and eyes around the swordsman.

“Link, please listen,” she began. “It’s about Y/N.”

He turned to face her head-on, both eyes their usual blue rather than one being taken over by malice.

“What did the Calamity promise you?”

Link scoffed, “You already know that it promised me Y/N after it took over-”

“Do you really think it’ll keep its word?”

Link fell silent, eyeing her as he turned her words over in his head.

“Where are you going with this?”

“Do you?” she prompted.

“Yes.”

“Y/N and I won’t stop fighting, ever. You know her well enough to know she isn’t going to give up easily. This story ends with your defeat, whether tomorrow or the next year – you know how this ends.”

Link stiffened, eyes staring straight through her, but Zelda continued.

“But, if you join us, I can guarantee I will advocate for your forgiveness….”

Zelda could almost see the cogs turning in his head and pushed forward.

“I’m not willing to let her go, and I doubt you are… But if we joined together….”

“Y/N would be ours.”

“Exactly.”

A/N: I have no idea what happened here....

Anyway, it's currently 4AM which is not gucci for me tbh so ef[josgip

@cloudninetonine @xynnia @times-bisoprolol @galaxy-sharks-and-bottled-ships @littleblackcat40 @vlastimiru

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK PLEASE I AM STARVING FOR FEEDBACK E[FISGRJOPIDF

God damn I just unlocked a new kink

Ever thought of those very creepy creep stalker yanderes? The kind that are usually have greasy unwashed hair, thick glasses, wears the same dirty hoodie with stains on them. The pathetic, bottom of the barrel cuties! Gosh I love a good looking (popular) yandere that everyone is jealous of but also give me those degenerates that everyone looks at with disgust. The pathetic wet stray types. They are used to degrading words from others, more than should be acceptable, until they meet the light in their life and suddenly they are even more disgusting. Following you in broad daylight because they are too dumb to realize how OBVIOUS they are being. They haven’t done this before with anyone so they don’t know. The kind that shows up to your work odd hours of the day, but don’t even interact with you, they just stare or nervously look around when you make eye contact with them. They follow you home only for you to confront them and tell them to leave you alone, how they are a creep and you will call the police. They can’t do anything but sob and wail begging you to not hate them (they don’t really care about the police- they aren’t enough to stop them) and if you just leave them there as the shake and cry. They’ll pick themselves up and go home. But they always come back, nothing you can do to keep them away.

PATHETIC

yandere! stalker x gn! reader

warnings: i made them a male but lemme know if you want a gender neutral or female stalker version, yandere, stalking, nsfw, masochism??, male masturbation, panty/boxer thief, kinda a Valentine’s Day special (briefly mentioned lmao),

“O-oh my— Y/N— I don’t— please, holy shit, please—“ He whined, jerking your underwear up and down his dripping cock.

His head cocked back, loud, high-pitched, pornographic moans flooding from his throat. He panted, hips twitching as he bit down as hard as he could on his lip.

He gasped for air, panting as he caught the mess he’d made in your underwear, scrunching up the fabric and sighing.

This was ritualistic for him at this point.

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute when you glared at him in disgust upon noticing him following you into work, as you did every morning.

His heart was pounding too hard for him to keep up. He grunted, taking his glasses off and wiping away the fog he’d created with his erratic breaths.

His pathetic, rundown apartment was nothing to ogle at. With the wallpaper peeling in every corner, the water damage on the ceiling, and the mysterious stains in the carpet, it was definitely nothing to be proud of.

The little money he did make, be it from online gaming competitions or from the occasional pickpocket, all went towards you. Leaving sweet (horrifying) letters on your doorstep, cute teddies and plushies on the counter of the convenience store you worked out (what? oh, no, ignore the camera that is obviously in it’s arms— no, please don’t throw it out— damn it…), or the occasional rose left on your bed.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, picking up the box of Valentine’s chocolates that had been left on the counter of your workplace.

You didn’t bother reading who they were from— you already knew they would be from that freak.

You dumped the box into the trash and sat down, rubbing your eyes and pulling out a magazine to scan while waiting for a customer.

Unfortunately, you’d recently been moved to the night shift, which was probably your boss’s worst decision ever.

Not only did it mean business was slow when you were working, but it meant the store was almost entirely empty except for that creep that always found himself staring through the window.

You’d had just about enough. It was just an inconvenience at first, but seeing him waiting at the window and averting his gaze every time you looked at him was pissing you off.

Why stalk someone if you can’t even look them in the eyes?

You probably should’ve been more scared, but you’d learned after the first few times you tried that the police weren’t much help. This… freak of nature… was far better at avoiding the police than he was at stalking.

He always had an excuse, an alibi, or he’d just casually knock out the officers that came to investigate.

You wouldn’t have expected that sort of strength from such skinny arms, but then again, they say that rage makes the body stronger.

“Hey! You!” You shouted, pointing at him.

He grunted, hands shaking as he pointed at himself. He gasped when you nodded.

Slowly, eagerly, he made his way inside.

“What are you playing at?” You demanded, crossing your arms. “You just watch and watch and then you don’t do shit. If you’re gonna kill me, or kidnap me, or whatever, please just get it over with. Not knowing your intentions is killing me, you know that!?”

His stomach fluttered, watching your lips as you spoke. You cringed upon realizing his lips had parted, his tongue slipped between the chapped flesh.

“I-I…”

“You- you- you what?” You spat, mocking his nervous stutter.

He shuddered, grabbing the counter to steady his shaking knees. “I-I just love you, I—“

“Bullshit! Tell me the truth!”

He gulped, face flushing bright red. “P-please listen to me, I love you, I love you, Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—“

You backed away, hand resting on the phone.

“No! Please don’t call them— please, please don’t. I don’t wanna deal with them!” He pleaded, dropping to his knees. “Please, Y/N, I love you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I—“

His heart jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.

“No, please don’t, Y/N, please, I just want to be with you, I swear to god I’ll be nothing but your stupid slave, please, please!”

It didn’t matter, anyway.

He’d just be back again tomorrow.

Like he always fucking was.

And you knew it, too, because when you woke up the next morning, there was a strongly worded apology note taped to your open window.

That's so cute ???

one of the things you'd never understand was how goddamn silent bakugou katsuki could be.

he was huge, for one thing, all six-foot-something of iron muscle and sharp angles. the training he had undergone in the past and continued doing to this day made him bulk up—particularly around his upper torso. a small waist led up to thick pecs and wide shoulders with just as wide biceps. he could crush you so easily with one hand alone, his palm big enough to cover nearly your entire face.

he was also so fucking loud at times. that was his entire hero persona—dynamight with the loud explosions that could temporarily deafen anyone who was close enough to them. his entire hero costume was a deadly configuration of grenades and other heavy gear too—things that cluttered and banged together whenever he moved around too much.

you'd seen him stomping around his agency before in his heavyset boots, so you knew he was the type to be big and bold with literally anything he did. he was always barking out orders with that raspy voice of his or yelling at his co-workers whenever they appeared at his agency to bug him for one reason or the other.

katsuki's very presence, personality, was just so. loud. thunderous.

so you didn't fucking understand why he kept sneaking up on you so easily.

it happened more often than you liked to admit. you'd be in the agency's breakroom, grabbing a cup of coffee to help you stay awake for the day when you'd turn around and he'd just—be there. standing silently behind you.

it made you jump every time, a yelp escaping your lips as you'd clutch a hand at your heart and glare up at him as he'd look down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"jeez! don't do that!" you'd scold him, scooting away slightly to put more space between the two of you. that was another thing—he just always seemed to be invading your personal space, intentional or not. "scared the hell out of me."

"'s not my fault y'don't pay attention," he'd grumble before reaching past you to grab one of the protein bars from a cabinet. you'd roll your eyes and walk away with your coffee cradled in your hand, not wanting to put up with him so early in the morning.

sometimes he'd get you while you were tinkering away in his agency's support lab.

in your defense, you tended to get absorbed in your work a lot, your hands fiddling with materials and tools that could be pretty loud or distracting. you didn't always hear when people would enter the lab, but they usually left you alone.

not katsuki, though.

you'd turn around with the intention of reaching for an item on the table behind you only to get startled when your face would come into contact with a broad chest.

fuck him and his steely pecs. nearly broke your goddamn nose.

"bakugou!" you'd screech, jumping back as you'd rub your nose with your eyes scrunched together. you had to force yourself to not tear up with how much it'd stung. "stop doing that!!"

"doin' what?" he'd say as though he wasn't fucking creeping up on you on purpose. and maybe he wasn't, but the amount of times he'd done it was no coincidence. "need my bracers. goin' out on patrol."

"fine, fine," you'd mutter, giving him a suspicious look before you'd stomp away to grab his stuff for him. you didn't like the way he stared at you, with his eyebrows raised as though you were the one acting crazy and not him for silently standing behind you.

but you knew, you fucking knew, that he was experiencing some sick, twisted amusement at seeing your reactions. you just knew. there were a few times where you'd catch him with a smug smirk on his smooth face as you'd leap away from him. the bastard thought it was funny seeing you all jumpy. and it irritated you more than you'd like to admit. but he'd just pretend he wasn't doing it deliberately. asshole.

at one point, you'd considered doing the same to him. but you'd brushed the idea away pretty quickly. his hero senses were honed—he'd be able to tell you were coming from a mile away. and even if you did manage to sneak up on him, you knew he was a pretty tense guy—he'd blow your face up before you could even raise your own brow at him.

so you just decided to do your best to ignore him. which was hard, considering the fact that he was practically everywhere. it made sense, considering it was his own agency, but still. you'd walk into a room sometimes, and he'd just be there. or you'd turn around and he'd be behind you again. it was frustrating!

but what you didn't know... was that katsuki had been trying to work up the courage to ask you to dinner all this time.

for all the villains he fought and strength he had, he just couldn't muster up the words. he'd make it all the way up to you, standing behind you as he tried to get himself to clear his throat and just fucking say the words he needed to say. but he couldn't. and you'd turn around, get startled, then get irritated at him that he just couldn't ask you out.

so for now, he was simply stuck in this endless cycle, hoping that one day, he'd be able to break out of it.

cw: crack, fluff, insecure bakugou. izuku and shoto have unnamed female partners.

“Are you good?”

Izuku doesn’t hear him the first time, and Katsuki makes a grunt of frustration before raising his voice again to repeat the question.

“What the hell is going on with you, Deku?”

Izuku startles slightly at the question as he zips his duffel bag closed then turns to his friend/coworker. His left arm is still bent with his hand rubbing his flank, just as he has periodically for the past hour. 

“Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like you have the spine of an eighty-year-old?” Katsuki inquires, closing his own locker. Izuku gives him a look of confusion initially, then his eyebrows raise as he connects the dots.

“Oh, yeah my back hurts a bit. The couch we have isn’t that comfortable.”

“Couch?”

Shoto looks up, still hunched over tying his shoelaces, also curious. Izuku notices his sudden interest and laughs, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, uh… ___ had a dream that I was cheating and-”

Bakugou grimaces and cuts in. “So you slept on the couch?”

Izuku’s embarrassed laughter worsens. “Well it’s easier to just do that than to explain to her that she doesn’t have premonition…”

Katsuki sighs and rolls his eyes, not intending to inquire further about his friend’s girlfriend’s insane behavior, but Shoto suddenly snorts as he stands up. Surprised, the other two glance at him. 

“And why are you laughing?” Katsuki is the first to ask. 

Shoto slings his far-too-expensive gym bag over his shoulder, smiling. 

“Because for once I actually get this sentiment.”

Katsuki raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean you get it?”

As Shoto leads the way out of the agency locker room, Shoto explains that the last time he slept on the couch had a similar tone - 

“Apparently there’s a wrong way to answer ‘would you love me if i were a worm’?”

Izuku frowns.

“Yeah, you should have dodged that..”

“I mean, she did curl up next to me afterwards to sleep so it was okay… eventually… after a lot of tears.”

Shoto and Izuku laugh while Katsuki follows along, suddenly realizing he’s the only one who might be left out of the experience of having an insane partner. The elevator down to the garage opens, and the three step out with Katsuki still lost in thought. 

“Wait, they both act like this?” he asks. 

Izuku and Shoto exchange a look then shrug.

“I guess love makes you a little ridiculous,” Izuku offers. Shoto grins in agreement and suddenly Katsuki has the sudden feeling that he’s losing.

—

When Katsuki shows up to your apartment an hour, you can practically feel the tension in the air, emanating from the deep frown on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at him as he makes eye contact with you, wondering what the problem is this time. It’s not that he’s never been prickly coming home, but usually he softens when you greet him; this time however, you welcome him home and he gives you a less than enthusiastic response before dropping off his keys on the counter and running to the bathroom.

You give him 2 minutes to do his business and flush, then when he comes out decide to deal with his pouting gently.

“What’s the problem, baby?” There’s a tiny bit of playfulness in the way you reach for his cheeks and pat them, and he leans into your touch, even if he’s grumpy. Placing his hands on yours, he asks, completely seriously, 

“Don’t you have something silly to ask me?”

Your hands drop from his face slowly and you tilt your head to the side, slow-blinking. 

“What?”

He takes your hands and replaces them back on his cheeks, an action that almost brings you to laughter but you opt instead to remain serious.

“Don’t you wanna ask me if I’d marry you in every lifetime or something?”

You watch him stunned then laugh.

“What is this about?” 

He pouts.

“Do you even get jealous over me?”

The two of you watch each other in silence as you take this in, and then you burst into laughter for real, unable to hold it in.

“Katsuki-” you start between giggles, “- what’s this about?”

“You’re not crazy enough about me,” he finally admits, then his hands lower for his arms to wrap around your waist, pressing you flush to him.

You give him a sly look.

“So you’re giving me permission to be crazy?” you ask. A finger is pressed to his chest and you draw circles on it. As you look up at him furtively, your teeth now biting your lower lip in mischief, he wonders if he’s making a mistake. 

And yet he takes your fingers in his hands and kisses them.

“Yes.”

You giggle and pull back, putting your hands on your hips.

“Have you considered that you might be the crazy one?” you tease.

And that goes over fine at the moment when he hugs you and kisses you and decides to move on to dinner, but it’s an idea that suddenly plagues him in the middle of the night. 

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it…

He turns over to you in bed and nudges you. Your eyes creak open and he looks positively distressed, as he asks:

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

stupid girl /// katsuki bakugo

warnings: bakugo is a lil meanie, he gets softer. lots of f bombs, fem! reader, characters are 18+.

listened to this on youtube while writing, kind of goes with the story i think???

don’t bite your lip or grit your teeth, just count to ten and try to breathe, you stupid bitch can’t you see, the perfect one for you is me?

bakugo couldn’t stand you.

that was an understatement, he fucking hated you. steam practically shooting from his ears like a cartoon character every time you were around. yet, he couldn’t get your stupid face out of his head.

he hated how much you were willing to give up for your friend’s happiness. hated the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. hated that stupid fucking twinkle in your eye that even stayed sparkling when you guys argued. hated how driven you were during training, even when you knew you’d lose to him.

most of all, he hated your stupid perfect face. your stupid hair. your stupid lips. your stupid stupid stupid body.

yeah. he fucking hated you.

that’s why he was marching up the stairs to his dorm, making sure he was heard loud and clear. especially making sure you heard.

“you totally like her, dude.” kiri said, slapping the back of bakugo’s shoulder. he could of killed his friend red-headed friend. especially for saying something so ridiculous as that in the common area where other people could hear.

“fuck you just say?” bakugo turned to look at kirishima, looking like he was ready to commit murder. his brows that seemingly were always perpetually furrowed somehow pulled deeper into his face. his eyes so sharp he could probably barely see through the squint.

“woah no need to get hostile, man. i’m just saying. you never quit yappin’ about her, even if it is about how much you hate her. plus, you’ve been in a mood ever since she beat you during training today.” kiri slowly removed his rough hand from his best friend’s shoulder, scared it was finally his time to face the fury that is bakugo’s wrath.

“of course i’m fuckin’ pissed. she’s no better than deku and she beat me!” he was seething. how dare the guy that’s supposed to be his best friend suggest such a foul, horrid thing. you? of all people? that stupid girl? that stupid, beautiful girl? “you don’t know shit about fuck. say something like that again and i’ll snap your neck.” and with that, bakugo stood up from the common area couch and began to stomp to his room. not before kiri could get one last sentence in,

“yeah, okay man. come talk when you’re ready to show some manliness and actually talk about your feelings.” katsuki didn’t acknowledge him, only stomping away harder. making sure to slam the doors he came in contact with during the short trip to his room. kirishima’s words felt like a hard punch to the gut. maybe it was because he hated you. hated the idea that people think he likes you.

maybe it was because he knew kiri was true. maybe it was that he knew he wasn’t hiding it well, either.

that’s how he ended up in his dorm room doing practically anything to calm his racing, lovesick mind. blasting music, occasionally playing his drum set along with the song, but most of the time he boxed the punching bag in his room. trying to kill the energy his anger built up in him. stupid incessant anger and stupid fucking girl.

he screamed at the punching bag like it was a living, breathing person. like he could hurt it’s feelings. he didn’t know exactly who he was imagining it as, just as someone to scream at. he wanted it to be you, but he couldn’t stand the thought of making you cry, even in his imagination. he already felt guilt for the amount of times you’ve cried over him in the real world, though he’d never admit it out loud. how could he did that to you in the dream world too?

and that’s how you ended up practically in tears in your neighboring dorm. you just wanted to finish this dumb math assignment from class. “why do we even need this? we’re becoming pro-heroes for gods sake, not damn mathematicians?” you thought. you grabbed your pencil and tried to solve another problem, but the muffled voice of eyedress singing jealous and your neighbor’s unrelenting yelling making your brain short-circuit faster than denki using his lightening.

sighing, you threw your pencil somewhere into the abyss that is your desk and picked up your phone, putting your headphones on to try and drown out some noise and texted your pink-haired friend.

is bakugo always this loud?

girly if you’re just now figuring this out, i’m worried for you

i’m serious mina. i cant even hear myself think and if i don’t finish this math, aizawa will have my ass.

calm down, you’ll finish it. try going over there and knocking. maybe he’ll tone it down?

mina be so astronomically fr right now

me?

go to the guy that makes it very known that he can’t stand me’s room?

bffr

yea yea he acts like he hates you, promise he doesn’t. just go over there and if something pops off, call me and your personal chihuahua will come over and get him. he’s probably just mad you beat him today

okay i’ll trust you this time but if i die you’re not getting anything from my will

then don’t die! :)

you left her on read, slipped your house shoes on your feet, and removed your headphones. carefully placing them onto your desk. you were trying your best to mentally prepare yourself the go over to the blonde’s room. in your three years at ua, you’d never been so scared of your neighbor. the last two years in was always kiri and shoji that neighbored you. something happened with the lists this year that had you and kirishima switching dorm rooms, placing you next to thee katsuki bakugo.

“god, please please please don’t let him explode me to hell and back.” you whispered as you stood at your door. taking a deep breath, you left your room and walked the few feet over to his and knocked on the door. thinking about how fast you could bail and make a break for it back to your room, just in case, of course.

it only took a few seconds for him to come and open the door. the once muffled music now flooding into the halls and into your eardrums. his tanned skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat that started to soak into his black tank top and sweats. his right hand rested on the doorknob and his left held a pair of drumsticks. he scowled down at you as if you were scum to the earth.

“you just gonna stand there and stare all day? whad’dya want?” you felt your body tense at his sharp words. you tried your best to relax your muscles so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing you were uncomfortable.

“um yeah, by any chance could you tune it down a bit please? im having a really hard time working.” you twiddled with your thumbs behind your back like a child would if they were caught in lie. his face unfazed and unchanged.

“did you forgot that I can’t fucking stand you? why would I do that shit for you? why would i do anything for you?” you weren’t gonna lie to yourself, his words hurt. everytime he hurled insults at you, a small piece of your heart broke. you were a sensitive girl, you always have been. anytime he did it in front of your class, you pretended to take them in stride. once you were alone, you let the tears spill.

“look bakugo. i know you hate me. i know you can’t stand me. i know you’re mad you lost to me today. all i’m asking you to do is be a decent fucking human and turn your shit down. i never play my music this fucking loud so have some consideration.” you really didn’t mean for the words to come out. a mix of your frustration and sleepiness with an added splash of the intimidation you felt standing in front of the blonde. you had to admit, he was attractive. you would go as far to call him beautiful.

but none of that mattered now that you knew you were going to die by the hands of king explosion murder dynamight at the ripe age of 18. your eyes widened his shock like it wasn’t you that said the words but some other person. his eyes mirrored yours with his own surprised face. but his shocked expression quickly returned to a seething anger only violence could solve.

but a few looks at your pretty face and he couldn’t bring himself to pummel you into oblivion. his clenched fists relaxed.

he didn’t hate you. he hated the thought of not hating you.

“yeah I can’t fucking stand you,” he began to move closer to you, “I can’t stand the drive you just have to succeed.” you wanted to back away, but your feet wouldn’t move.

“can’t stand how supportive you are of others, even if it means they get ahead.” he dropped his drumsticks. he cares about those things like hatsume cares for her inventions. and he dropped them like they were nothing.

“grind my fuckin’ gears when you try to shake my hand and smile after we spar, even if you just got your ass handed to you. breaks my fuckin’ heart.” he was inches away from you. you still couldn’t find yourself able to move away.

“and it really gets me when you act all tough in public. dishing my insults back at me, but crying your perfect damn eyes out right next to me in your dorm. y’know how paper thin these walls are? i bet you didn’t even notice that most nights i was tearing up with you.” he was right, you never did. either he was an extremely quiet cryer or you genuinely were that loud when you sobbed. you had no idea bakugo had the capacity in his brain the feel guilt. you also never noticed how tall he really was compared to you. it’s too hard to miss now that you’re eye level with his huge, built pecs.

“why didn’t you ever say anything, bakugo?” your voice sounded more meek and mousy than you intended it too. when you traversed to his room, you were expecting at the least a door slammed in your face and to maybe return to your room with a few less teeth than you had when you left. not a goddamn love confession.

it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, though.

because somewhere in the back of your own scattered mind, you felt the same about him.

“because you’re a stupid, stupid girl that couldn’t figure it out yourself. and yeah i guess i’m a stupid guy f-“ you cut him off before he could finish. grabbing the blonde by his sharp jaw and slim cheek to bring his lips to yours. they were soft, felt as if he applied chapstick before your came over. his breath smelled like the fresh mint sprigs he added to his water bottle.

he surprised himself and you by actually locking lips back. the way your mouth fit his felt all too natural for him, as if he was really supposed to be meant for you and vice versa. he grabbed you by your waist to pull you closer to him. he never wanted to let go, never wanted this moment to end. he wasn’t entirely sure it was real until you pulled away. a small string of saliva still connecting the two of you that verified to him that this actually happened.

the two of you stood in a fat silence. taking in the others features. neither of you wanting to speak up and ruin what already felt perfect and serene. curious hands wandered the other’s bodies. curious eyes darting back and forth to soak up every detail of the moment. after a few more moments of silence, you decided to speak up again.

“what do we do now?” you asked. not too sure if you were asking him or just asking yourself out loud. he looked at you in a puppy-dog kind of quizzical way.

“we wait for when we’re not exhausted to talk about it.” you had always admired how level-headed his decisions were, no matter the situations. from plotting murder to simple group projects to saving a city, he could always make a good, quick decision.

“tomorrow?” you replied. beginning to pull away from katsuki’s embrace. you hated the cold that began to spread across your skin where his arms were just warming you.

“it’s a date.” he gave you a smile. not the half-assed katsuki bakugo smile. a real, genuine one where you could see his singular dimple that adorned his left cheek. you returned the gesture and turned to walk the few feet over to your door. he never left his until he knew you were back in yours, safe.

now sufficiently calm, he turned his music down and replaced the loud love songs to more calming, sleepier ones. he decided in the hallway he’s gonna allow himself to go to sleep with the music still on. so the calming music could waft into your room and either help you concentrate or fill your pretty head with thoughts of sleepiness, too.

he still couldn’t stand you. but now not in a hateful way.

he couldn’t stand how perfect you are.

and he couldn’t stand how you made him fall for you so hard.

he couldn’t stand the fact that he fell for such a perfect, stupid girl.

MY LADY

yandere! knight x princess reader

pronouns used: she/her

warnings: yandere, jealousy, afab reader, sexism/misogyny :(, not safe for work, semi-nudity, nonconsensual kissing/touching,

For as long as you could remember, you’d dreamed of one day leaving your kingdom behind to pursue a simpler life. You adored your people, of course, but the fantasy of running off and becoming a knight had always tugged at your heart.

It was destined to only stay a dream. As the princess, you had a duty to fulfil, and you owed it to your people and your family to stick to it.

You’d spent so many nights staring longingly from your bedroom window, watching as the head knight, your personal bodyguard, Aleron, train with his sword. The way his wrist flicked the weapon so gracefully, you envied him.

In fact, you’d selected Aleron to be your primary guard in hopes that he’d teach you a thing or two if you asked, that he’d be more willing to help you since he was closer to your age than any of the others.

Unfortunately, he was the same as all the other guards you’d ever been assigned, whining on and on about how “You’re far too delicate to learn such a violent art!” and so on.

You didn’t understand. Your brother, the prince, had been attending sword fighting lessons since he could walk, and was never told he was too “fragile” or “precious” to fight.

As you grew older, you began to accept your position in life, even if you were miserable. As you grew up, Aleron was right by your side, growing alongside you.

“Good morning, my lady.” He called out from outside your bedroom, tapping his knuckles to the door. “Are you awake?”

“I’m up!” You called back, sighing as you struggled to pull on your gown. You cursed under your breath, groaning and throwing your arms down.

“Is something the matter, my lady?”

“I can’t get my dress on!” You complained, fighting the urge to pick up the fabric and burn it. You huffed. “Could you find one of the maids to help me, please?”

“I would love to, my lady, but the entire staff is helping the prince prepare for his coronation.”

You felt your fingers twitch, aching, burning to punch something. You’d always been a secondary priority, always in your brother’s shadow.

“The entire staff?” You asked, pressing your forehead against the door. “Are you positive?”

“Yes, I’m terribly sorry. Would you like me to—“

“Aleron, just let yourself in.” You sighed, pulling up the dress that laid at your feet and backing away. He opened the door, only to immediately drop his sword.

He stumbled backwards, his face rapidly heating up, a red hot blush covering his entire body. “M-My Lady—“

“Here. All you must do is tie these ribbons in the back.” You instructed, pulling the dress up your legs.

He didn’t respond, merely ogling at the sight of his beloved princess. He’d never had the honor of seeing anybody dressed in such a manner, especially you. Being royalty, you were always dressed in long dresses and frilly nightgowns.

He’d never so much as seen your ankles.

“Aleron, are you alright?”

“Y-yes, of course, I apologize.” He cleared his throat and adjusted his gloves, standing behind you. He lifted your dress up, nimble fingers working swiftly to fasten the ribbons. “All done, my lady.”

“You do know you can call me Y/N, don’t you?” You asked, turning around to face him.

“Yes, but that would be incredibly disrespectful. I’m in no position to regard you with such casualty, my lady.”

You fought back your umpteenth sigh and nodded. “Right, well, thank you for your help. I hope my body wasn’t entirely nauseating.”

You giggled a bit to yourself, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Lord, of course not, my lady! Pardon me for saying so, but your body is absolutely perfect, I assure you!” He insisted passionately.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly and he swore his heart melted in his chest. “Now, you’d ought to head to my brother’s coronation, haven’t you?”

“My lady, aren’t you going to attend?”

You glanced away. “I’ll be there shortly. I have to finish getting ready.”

He reluctantly nodded and disappeared down the hall. You let your shoulders slump and you quickly kicked off your heels, replacing them with a pair of your brother’s shoes that you’d stolen from his bedroom the night prior.

You turned to the vanity, grabbing an old cloak from the tabletop and slinging it on over your shoulders.

You carefully made your way out back, entering the garden. Everybody was all to busy preparing to crown your brother as king, so it was entirely empty.

You smiled giddily, prepared to start your life. You held the cloak closer to your body, protecting it from the autumn breeze, and began to run.

You reached the garden gates and began climbing, only to gasp at the sound of somebody calling for you.

“My lady!?”

The voice startled you, causing you to lose your hold on the gate and fall. It was only a short distance, you would have scuffed your dress at the most, but regardless, Aleron rushed to your aid, catching you in his arms.

“Aleron!” You exclaimed in horror, pushing his shoulders as he set you down on your feet. “I thought you were heading to the ballroom for—“

“I heard your footsteps going down the hall and I knew something must have been going on. Tell me, what is your plan? Where are you going?”

You felt your emotions heighten. All you wanted was to be free from your brother’s reign.

“I am going to flee the kingdom.” You confessed, looking down at your gloved hands. “You must promise me that you won’t tell anybody!”

He blinked before kneeling down on one knee, grabbing your hand. “My lady, please, come with me, let us return to the castle. Let us attend your brother’s coronation and—“

“No!” You argued, pulling your hand away and turning around, turning your back to him. “I won’t stand by and watch my brother rule over me! I won’t allow it! I have been stuck in his shadow from the moment I was born, Aleron, I won’t do it any longer! I want to run away and become a swordsman!”

“My lady, please, you have no idea what you’re saying!”

“Yes, I do! I am sick and tired of being treated like a fragile doll!” You shouted, facing him once again. He was standing upright now, and you poked him in the chest roughly. “I am much more than a princess! My bones are not glass! I am not weak! I am—“

He suddenly sweeped you off your feet, carrying you bridal style. You glared at him, the look in your eyes breaking his heart into a million little pieces.

“Put me down! You won’t change my mind!”

“I won’t watch as you get yourself killed, my lady. Swordmanship is dangerous, and traveling outside the kingdom even more so. Many kingdoms would do sick, twisted things upon getting their hands on you, my princess!”

“Why won’t you listen to me!?” You grabbed his shoulders roughly, but his armor protected him from your sharp nails.

“I hate to see you so angry with me, my lady, but I’m only trying to protect you-“

“Protect me!? You’re out of your mind!”

“My lady, please, relax. What you need is to lay down and have some tea.”

You struggled and thrashed, but your knight was far stronger than you’d ever be. He brought you back to your bedroom, door agape from your escape.

He closed it behind him and placed you in your bed.

“It isn’t fair.” You whispered, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head against them. “I hate it here!”

He frowned, his heart shattering at the sight of your tears. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do!” You argued, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “I want to be strong, like you! It’s all I’ve ever wanted for my entire life! Why should my brother have the best of both worlds while I’m restrained to one!? It’s not fair!”

He sat down beside you, brushing your hair soothingly, as though comforting a child having a tantrum. “I understand how you feel, my lady, and I sympathize, but you don’t need to be as strong as I am, because you have me. You will never need my strength as long as I’m around. I will defend you until my last breath.”

“You don’t get it… I don’t want you I want to be you!”

Aleron sighed and cupped your tear-stained face in his hands. “My lady, don’t cry, don’t long to be somebody you aren’t. You’re perfect.”

“It’s not about that—!”

“I need you by my side, my lady.” He insisted, tilting your chin up. His entire body was shaking with exhilaration. He’d never dared be so bold as to touch you so carelessly, and yet, here he was. “Without you, I am without a true purpose. You are the only one I want to serve for the rest of my life.”

He slowly inched closer to you, until you were pushed back and he was sat on top of you, straddling your waist and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “My lady… please, stay. Allow me to protect you until the day I perish. Let me bask in your presence until I am long gone.”

He carefully removed his helmet, placing it delicately on your nightstand. He turned his gaze back to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Aleron, what are you talking about? And please, get off of me, I don’t want to be bothered right now—“

“You don’t see it? I’m saying I love you, my lady. I crave your existence, your touch, your words, your body, and your soul.” His breath hitched in his throat. He’d never intended to share his feelings for you, but you’d gotten him so passionate, so many emotions fueled by you that they began pouring out without his consent.

“You should go.” You mumbled, attempting to sit up and push him away.

He grunted, instinctively grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the mattress. “My lady, please, let’s talk about what I’ve just told you.”

“Get off of me, Aleron.”

“You are my goddess, my entire world, I grovel at the floor you walk on!” He cried, pressing his body closer to yours. Your noses were practically touching, and his lips hovered just above yours.

Every inch of his body was red with embarrassment, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. It felt so right… so perfect being so close to you.

“All I want is for you to let me love you, my lady, my beautiful lady.” He whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped against his lips, slapping his back and flinging your knees up in hopes of knocking him off, but to little avail.

He only pulled you closer, tilting his head further, soaking up the taste of your lips. His head was clouded with your taste and scent, heart hammering against his chest.

Aleron only dared part from your lips when he felt he may explode with excitement. You glared at him, teary eyed and red faced. “How dare you?” You cried, putting a hand on his face to push him away weakly. “How dare you? I don’t understand—“

He smiled. “That was my first kiss, my lady. It was always destined to be shared with you. My life is yours, I am putty in your hands. Please, say you love me, even if it’s a lie.”

“Guards!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. He frowned.

“They’re all preparing for the coronation, they can’t hear you… please, is my love so wrong? We grew up together, my lady, we’re friends. We’re soulmates. Don’t leave me over this, not now.”

“You’re sick in the head!”

“Sick with my adoration for you, my lady. My lady.” He sighed, burying his head in the crook of your neck, hands wandering to your hips. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hold you like this…”

You could only cry into his shoulder, too weak to fight him off.

Bitchy & mean reader

Y/N was a spoiled brat

She got what she wanted

And she destroyed whoever got in her way

She wasn't nice

Popular because people feared her

Never bothered to have many friends

She doesn't do the fake shit

Boys wanted her

And wanted her bad

But she'd ruin them in seconds

Leave them wishing they never tried in the first place

The day she set her eyes on Eddie Munson

She knew he had no option but to be hers

She fucked him on the first date

Had him crying and begging in seconds

He was a gorgeous crier

Didn't bother to listen to the rumours when he came to school, neck covered in hickies

His puppy eyes following her every move

It happened to every guy in the school

Many felt bad for Eddie

Until they noticed he got special treatment

She actually talked to him the next day

Shoving her tongue down his throat in the middle of class

Grabbing his hand and moving it under her skirt in the bathroom stall

He felt like he died and went to hell

This girl was no way making it to heaven

She loved that he was a soft boy

Quickly protecting him everywhere they went

Two boys were shoving each other in the hallway, one ended up smacking Eddie into a locker

He groaned as he held his head

"WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU PRICKS" she screamed. Shoving both boys as hard as she could.

Both smacking into the lockers behind them

Her heated glare disappeared in seconds when her eyes landed on his puppy eyes

"you okay baby?"

Or when a girl decided to trip Eddie in the cafeteria

Laughing as he landed harshly on the ground

She marched over to the table in seconds

Grabbing the girl by her hair and yanking her off her seat

"YOU TOUCH HIM AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU!"

Her eyes and tone soft as she helped him up

"it's okay baby. Let's go home"

Or when a server had the nerve to get his order wrong

Eddie excitedly took the bun off of his burger, preparing to drown it in ketchup

A small frown took over his face

"baby what's wrong?" She caught on quickly

"it has mustard. I hate mustard" he admitted quietly

Grabbing a knife and preparing to scrape it off

But she snatched the plate away, marching up to the counter

"BABY ITS FINE" he yelled quickly

Not wanting her to cause a scene

Her pink heels clicked on the floor as she waited

"can I help you?" The server asked

With a polite smile, "my boyfriend asked for no mustard. Would you be able to make him a new one please?"

She may be a bitch but she had manners

Unless they didn't have manners back

"I'm sorry ma'am but he never said that"

"you calling my boyfriend a liar?"

Eddie heard her voice getting mad

Quickly sliding out of the booth to calm her down

"baby it's fine" he said sweetly. Kissing her cheek

"no baby. You want no mustard and you ordered it with no mustard" she said sternly

"no he didn't" the server snapped back

"YES HE DID! HE WANTS A BURGER, SLIGHTLY PINK WITH NO FUCKING MUSTARD!"

Another time they forgot his extra pickles

"is your food right baby?" She asked sweetly

Her pink nails holding his hand

He nodded and lied through his teeth

"perfect"

She eyed his plate

"did you get your extra pickles?" She asked, noticing his plate didn't seem to have a single pickle on it

"no but that's okay. I don't really want them anymore"

But her ass was already walking away

Her tiny skirt flowing on her hips as she walked with purpose

Seconds later coming back with a plate of pickles

Free of charge :)

Eddie simply got whatever he asked for

She had money and she'd buy him anything he wanted

The blue guitar he kept seeing at the mall?

She bought it a day later

The leather jacket he tried on but put back when he saw the price?

She yanked it right off the rack, shoving it in her cart

If he wanted three types of candies at the movie theater, her baby got all three

She was a bitch

A stone cold mean asshole

But with Eddie?

That was her baby

And she would cherish him for life

need some “fuck, you’re so hot” / “can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you” / “i’ve dreamt about this for so long” type dick

Android Boss x human! Worker

Prompt: Technology has taken over. Humans are now nearly obsolete. Both surprisingly and unsurprisingly, the world has become a much safer, healthier place. Most of the worlds main issues have been solved with robots now in control.

Androids are the highest tier of robots, they manage the big jobs. Corporate managers, bosses, governors and lawyers etc. humans are not required to work but are given jobs if they so desire.

Overall most people are happy. Except you of course, because no one said a clingy android was part of your job description.

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“Worker B75C3 please report to the main office. I respeat, Worker B75C3 please report to the main office thank you.”

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Ughhhhhhh

“What is it now Supervisor Bot?”

“B75! I told you to call me by my issued name!”

With a resigned sigh you cleared your throat.

“Right. What is it now Jessie?”

The Android, your boss, Jessie, beamed with his artificial teeth. It was almost obnoxious how happy he seemed just hearing you say his name.

To be fair you didn’t dislike the droid necessarily. Even though you did. He just made your job 10x harder than it should’ve been.

Calling you up nearly everyday for “a performance evaluation”, despite you being one of the best workers the company had to offer. That was human at least.

Purposefully bumping into you in the conference room, spilling coffee on your clothes so you had to get a new pair, never to see the old ones again.

Not to mention he was just so…realistic. And clingy. It unnerved you.

To be honest you were pretty sure it was his eyes that unnerved you the most though. Green, almost hazel eyes, that blinked regularly, naturally, darted around nervously under your gaze, and even dilated in the sun. They were too real.

It was gross.

Now, you wouldnt say you were a Android hater. (Except you were). You just found that making the bots look almost identical to humans was insane. The only way you can even tell that they weren’t human was their finger tips and tongues. Both of which had thin circular glowing plates, that served to simulate taste and sensations.

The tongue one was a newer upgrade. You weren’t sure why your boss had it.

An almost-human cough disrupted your staring, (glaring), and your eyes snapped to focus on Jessie, who’s own fake eyes lidded slightly at you, a wobbly, embarrassed grin strapped on his face. You couldnt help but notice he didn’t have his usual tie on.

He looked weirdly disheveled. His skin was just a bit too shiny, almost like sweat.

“The fucks wrong with you?”

“Language B75…”

You rolled your eyes and plopped down into, your seat, opposite of the androids desk.

“Cut the crap dude whyd you call me up here?”

Normally you wouldn’t be able to talk to a superior like this, but your “relationship” with Jessie was a special case.

He let you get away with pretty much anything at this point. Not that you used that power for more than a couple naps.

The bot looked like he was overheating with the way he was fidgeting about though. Avoiding eye contact half the time and staring right at you the rest.

“I was hoping you could humor me…on something..”

Not again.

“As you can see I recently got the new upgrade,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis, showing off the currently dull finger sensors he now had. “And I was hoping you would let me…Test them out. On you..”

Realistically you should’ve been more put off by his request. But you’d unfortunately gotten used to the bots curiosities. He was a bit of a human fanatic. Always wanting to try these expiraments with you. Only you.

And realistically you should’ve declined too. Had he not also offered you a bonus.

“Fine whatever, get up. I wanna get this over with asap.”

“Really? I mean, of course! Right away!”

Jessie was terrible at hiding how eager he sounded. Not that he probably tried to hide it really.

With a peppy smile he shot out from his chair, and speedily skipped over to you. He stood infornt of you, hoisting you up from your seat, much to your own chagrin, and hovered anxiously for a moment or two.

His eyes darted all over your face. Maybe checking for any possible doubt or hesitance. Not that you cared though.

Getting very fed up with his stalling you thrusted your hands out and grabbed onto his own, forcing his hands to clasp firmly on.

“Hurry the fuck up.”

He didn’t bother scolding you this time.

You could see why. In your own mild disgust you watched as his receptors flowered a pretty blue, as his fingers tips rubbed over your knuckles and palm, crawling slowly up your wrist. He traced the lines of your palms, mapping them out like a fortune teller would in a shady carnival booth.

His hands circled and slid up your arms slowly, as if mapping out each new texture or scar. He paused at the underside of your wrist, pressing down slightly on the joint and eliciting a brief exhale as he felt your pulse drum lightly beneath his sensors.

Jessie shuddered for a moment at the sensation before moving on.

He took his time. Too much time in your opinion as you felt your back begin to hurt from standing for so long.

“Are you done yet? My backs killing me.”

His green eyes snapped to you so fast you almost got vertigo.

“Why does your back hurt?” His voice was breathy and low, and his eyes lacked their usual warmth for a second. Though you chose to believe you were imaging that.

“Gee it’s not like I sit at a desk all day with no proper back support.” Irritation dripped from your tongue like poison into Jessie’s ears, his fingers locking slightly before he relaxed with a sweet, nervous smile.

“…I’m a trained masseuse you know…if you want I could..try and relieve some of the pain? Free of charge obviously..haha.” His awkward, antsy tone left the joke to fall flat though you didn’t mind much, too excited about the prospect of getting some pain relief, even if it was from a creep like Jessie.

“Say less.” You meant that literally. Yanking your arms from his stunned metal ones you plopped down back into your chair, sat reverse and leaned your front into the cushiony back.

You missed the blue that soaked his eyes for a moment, a warning that went ignored by your mechanical boss.

With a excited exhale, Jessie rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. His hands hovered hesitantly above your shoulders for a very brief moment, before finally descending with a firm pressure deliciously against your spine.

You groaned pleasantly, eyes screwing up slightly at the relief on your poor back, ignorant to the borderline short circuiting bot who twitched and panted at the indirect-direct contact.

His skilled fingers worked slowly at first. Sticking to a specific part of your back before venturing else where. He relished in your groans, and the fact that it was him making you feel good. Him. Not your stupid coworker. Or the assistant bot. Or that delivery boy who he sees you sometimes talking to and wishes he could just-

“Ah! Dude not so hard?!” Your barking paused his frenzied “massage”, if it could even be called that.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry B75, I just…”

The wobbly grin that appeared on his soft features was definitely cause for concern.

“I can’t really hit the right pressure points, through your clothes…is it okay if you..lower your shirt..slightly?”

“What? Yeah fine whatever just don’t pull that shit again.”

Holyshit you actually agreed

Jessies “breathing” quickly became erratic at the sight of your bare shoulders and back, face burning in a blue hue, and his pupils dilating violently before he twitched and fell to the floor.

You jumped at the loud crashing sound, bolting up with a readjustment of your shirt before staring down at the spasming bot in disbelief

You nudged his leg with your foot before sighing exasperatedly and walking over to the intercom.

“Maintenance in the Main office , building code 772E. Code 772E, Maintenance in the Main office. Thank you.”

The speaker buzzed, confirming they were sending someone up, and you took an extra moment to gaze at the android slapped over the floor.

You scoffed.

“Damn bag of bolts.”

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todoroki brother bonding time

listen i LOVEEE ANGST but where ARE THE ANGRY Y/NS ???? U CAN CRY OVER HIM CHEATING ON YOU BUT IM TRYNA SEE YOU BUST THE WINDOWS TO HIS CAR, SLASH HIS TIRES, BURN HIS CLOTHES, ETC. WHERES THE RAGE ??? WHERES THE ANGER ?? I WANNA SEE YOU GO HAYWIRE !!!! CHANGE THE LOCKS W/O TELLING HIM, MOVE OUT W/O HIM KNOWING AND PRETEND HE NEVER EXISTED. I NEED THE ANGER !!!!!!!

in which: bakugou only shows his dimples around you

sfw, fluff, dialogue heavy, humour, this is a quick drabble i whipped up from an idea i created ages ago bc my 8k word bkg fic WON'T POST AGHHH!

"i love dimples, they're so cute!" mina squeals from beside you whilst you were hunched over the dorm's coffee table, finishing outstanding calculus questions you hadn't completed during class.

"me too," you absentmindedly murmur, reaching for your calculator to input a definite integral. "people say that they are kisses from angels, as if that isn't the cutest thing ever."

the pink-haired wails, "stop it! i wish i had dimples."

"if you try hard enough, then maybe," you snort before turning the page of your maths textbook. "i remember people would press pencils to their cheeks to make it appear. it would work for like five minutes."

"well, duh they're not gonna be permanent, i'm not that stupid."

"you always ask me what two plus five is."

"uncalled for, that's not the same!" mina slaps the back of your head, causing you to hold it whilst hissing in pain.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, shielding yourself in case she hits you again.

thankfully, mina is pacified again, returning her chin to her palm as she fiddles with her nails. she remains quiet for a few minutes, allowing you to concentrate on your work before she pipes up again. "jirou has cute dimples."

you hum in agreement. "yaomomo too, on both cheeks," you add.

"kaminari too!"

"and bakugou."

mina darts up, back now as straight as a pole as she gawks at you with the weirdest expression. did you grow two heads or something? what was so weird about bakugou having dimples?

"no he does not!" counters mina.

"he does! on his right cheek!" you even point to it for good measure. "surprised me too when i saw it for the first time but it's actually really prominent! i don't know how we never noticed it before."

"you're lying to me. bakugou katsuki could never have dimples, he's too evil for that."

"he's not that evil."

"are we talking to the same bakugou? he threatened to blow me up the other day."

you laugh at the memory, an action mina doesn't appreciate. "i was there for that. anyways. his dimple is just something he's born with, it's not ordained by personality, what's the big deal?"

"what part of bakugou being too evil to have something as pure as a dimple do you not understand?"

your homework now lays unfinished and forgotten as you begin having a quarrel about your classmate and the mystery surrounding a feature that was given to him from birth. the blond shows it quite often, how come mina's not seeing it?

she then begins pulling up numerous photos and selfies; none of which have the evidence of bakugou's dimples. you furrow your brows in confusion, swiping through and zooming in to no avail of finding any remnants of a dimple.

strange.

you know you can't be imagining this.

"yo mina, y/n!" a deep, raspy voice comes from the entrance of the common room. you both turn around in shock to see your fellow red-haired classmate approaching.

immediately, you turn off mina's photo to rid any evidence of your previous conversation. because wherever kirishima is, bakugou normally follows.

"i'm gonna kick your ass in mario kart!" comes an explosive voice from behind. there he was.

kirishima leans over the couch where mina was sitting on. "what are you both up to?"

"oh y/n and i were just chilling. why?"

"oh bakugou and i just wanted to play a round of mario kart, that's all! hope we're not bothering you."

you pipe up from where you were still trying to figure out maths equations, "mina talks my ear off whilst i'm trying to solve these questions. i think i'll be okay with you two."

before mina could slap the back of your head again, a shadow looms your textbook and tufts of blond hair appear in the corner of your eye.

"you got that wrong," bakugou says after not even two seconds of reading your equation.

"eyes off my book," you exclaim, about to cover the pages with your hands when the explosion-quirk user snatches it away from under you. he continues reading through it like it was some newspaper article.

he does this all with a proud smirk on his face. "question 2 wrong, question 7 wrong, question 15 wrong," rambles your classmate, ignoring the way you were demanding it back.

"i'm going to fuck you up. give me back my book."

"damn your handwriting is messy."

your punch his arm lightly. he laughs at the impact, uneffected. "yours is illegible!" you shout back, challenging him with a nasty glare.

mina and kirishima watch with amused expressions at the disputation occurring in front of them. however, the pink-haired feels the world stop for a moment when she notices something very interesting.

a dimple. on bakugou's right cheek. just like you said.

something she has never seen before.

then she notices the way he looks at you. despite teasing you and making fun of you, there's an undeniable look of fondness evident in his eyes, one that grows the more you threaten him with unspeakable acts of violence.

his smirk grows softer, becoming that of a lopsided grin when bakugou gives you your textbook, confessing that none of the questions were wrong and that he was just 'messin' around'.

as it turns out... bakugou katsuki does have dimples, but they only appear around you.

Delivery driver reader is just so fun to think about for me, especially if they're aware of the yanderes on their route, but they really need the money so they just have to learn how to avoid those houses.

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[You creep to a front door, trying to nab a tip taped to it before another can notice]

A neighbor: Hey you work at the pizza place around the corner right? What are your deals?

You: You fool! [Sprints to the car as the door opens]

Yan: Y/n, come back! The rest of your tip is in the bedroom!

They're so cute together ????

[ nsfw ] — role-play (and a smidge of dub-con in said role) but it's silly ; insecure bakugou bc it makes me feral.

[ disclaimer ] — i'm sure this goes without saying, but this is based on my own personal interpretation of bakugou and not meant to insult or offend. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[ word count ] — 3.9k ; this was just supposed to be short and silly idk what happened LOL

katsuki is shy.

as soon as he sees you — rushing out from the kitchen, grabbing the laundry basket that's been filled with some of his things — his face is already turning pink. blush growing, just like his scowl.

he doesn't say anything at first, just eyes your jumpsuit and your boots and little mask, and then his work bag hits the floor with a resounding thud. "the fuck are y'doin'?"

"oh, no!" you cry dramatically, pressing a hand to your forehead as you look down in the basket — which holds two of his watches and a pair of shoes gifted from his mom and even a few of the nicer necklaces he's bought you over the years. "pro-hero dynamight has caught me!"

and then he knows exactly what you're up to.

still, he says nothing, even though you wait to see if he'll play along, grinning all the while. under your gaze, he shifts awkwardly, screwing up his lips as he tries to ignore the low cut of your outfit, swallowing when you push your boobs together with your arms.

"i better get out of here," you say loudly, as if he hadn't heard you. "i don't want such a big, strong hero to arrest me!"

the temperature of his face rises, but your corny line has his attitude returning with a vengeance. "what are you doing?"

a streak of insecurity runs through you, but you grit your teeth together, steeling yourself so that it doesn't show. you don't miss the subtle way he tries to wipe his hands on his sweatpants or how secretly he tries to tug at them — and that gives you all the confirmation that you need.

your boyfriend is a big pervert, and you're determined to prove it.

(last week, katsuki was on night patrol and had gone into the agency around 7pm. the shirt he grabbed had been the wrong one, a black sleeveless tank with a giant tear in the side that he had yet to sew up, and he'd called to ask if you could bring him a new one.

sure, no problem; when you got to his office, he'd been sitting at his desk in just his tac pants and boots, scrolling through mindless paperwork while waiting and he'd looked — really good. you see him without a shirt all the time, but mostly he's in sweatpants or fresh out of the shower, and there was something about seeing him so geared up and ready to go that struck you differently.

you don't often watch the replays on tv of his work because it scares you, but to witness him as dynamight —

it had you feeling mischievous, suffice to say.

you sat quietly on his desk, watching him close out of his computer, smiling to yourself as he logged off. he thanked you for the shirt with a kiss to the cheek and then he expected you to head home; you could see it in his eyes, watching you — a little wary — as he fiddled with the material in his hands.

"there's, like, nobody in here."

katsuki shrugged, little kissable pout on his lips. "s'almost 8, everyone's at home."

you hummed, turning around to stare out his open office, down the long line of sleeping monitors in their cubicles. "we could have sex in here and nobody would know."

it made him choke, and he stepped back from you to cough into his fist before looking at you with wide eyes. "what?"

of course, it was his reaction at that point that had you feeling wicked. "c'mon, you got 10 minutes?'

his eyes danced to every corner of the room, cheeks flushing in the low light from his desk lamp, before he leaned to look out the door, too. checking, you think.

"i—what? no, i-i don't. pinky's waitin' for me out there."

you were only being cheeky—at least mostly—so you'd simply stuck your tongue out at him and shrugged. "okay, fine." and then he sighed, like he'd narrowly gotten away from something, before leaning back to shove his hands in his pants. you grinned, watching as he adjusted himself. "i mean, i can be quick, if you want."

"shut. up." he hissed, and it wasn't until he removed his hand that you realized exactly how hard he was, palming at his bulge roughly, as if he could smash it down until it was gone.

just from that. just from the suggestion of fucking on his desk. you laughed and he glared and then kicked you out, after a furious kiss that was firmer than usual.)

katsuki is very — particular about sex. something he likes to take his time with, despite being lightning quick about everything else in his life. it's only in the last year that he's allowed himself to be a little more vocal in bed, moaning openly against your skin, telling you how good you feel in his quiet, broken little voice.

as far as kirishima lets on, this is his longest relationship and, even though he's surely not a virgin, you wonder if he's ever really been comfortable with himself sexually. he's got an absurd amount of testosterone raging through his body at all times, but he always acts so unsure, like he's worried he'll do something to embarrass himself; you're determined to free him from that fear.

and — seeing him get worked up over you is half the fun, anyway.

you carefully set the laundry basket down — which also holds an older model of his left gauntlet — before moving like you're going to run right out the front door, only to unfortunately stumble straight into him.

"oh, no!" you say again, hands flat against his chest as you sink into him. "please don't arrest me dynamight, i'll do anything."

his throat works hard, eyes jumping between your face and the front of your tiny jumpsuit, which is unzipping the more you arch your back and push against it. he rasps, "what is this?"

you pout at him before dropping straight down to your knees, twirling the string of his sweatpants around your finger as he gapes at you. "i'm a horrible, horrible villain," you explain, "and we've been playing this little cat-and-mouse game for too long! and you've been chasing after me for months and now you've caught me here in the solitude of your own home and, much to your surprise," you unzip the rest of the top for emphasis, smiling when he slumps back against the front door. "i'm a woman!"

katsuki is — still speechless, though you can see the gears turning in his head as you nuzzle against the swelling bulge in his soft sweatpants, mouthing at his tip through the thick material.

"i'll do anything, dynamight, sir." you goad, and you wait and he's not breathing, just furrowing his brows down at you. you try not to make a face at him and purposely cup him through his pants, hard.

it makes him nearly jump out of his skin. "wh-what's with—the fuckin' getup?"

you slump, leaning your cheek against his thigh to pout up at him some more. "i got it at the costume store, baby, but that's not..."

the cool, air-conditioned breeze is nipping at your exposed skin the longer you sit in front of him like this and it's chasing away all the sultry confidence you had before he came home.

it's not even like you actually think katsuki's a pervert, you just want him to be kinky without being ashamed of it, and, much as you want to fix that now, maybe you're going about this the wrong way. maybe this is something you two need to sit down and talk about. maybe there is something he's not telling you, on purpose.

he stares straight ahead, mouth open like he's waiting for his words to come out, and you watch as a bead of sweat slips from his hairline down to his jaw before hiding your face in his leg and groaning quietly; you're not mad, just a little embarrassed that you thought this is what would work on him.

"okay, okay," you say, standing back up to re-zip your suit. "i'm done, sorry for ambushing you."

his eyes snap to yours, though he's still quiet, and he eventually closes his mouth, gritting his jaw so hard that his ears wiggle once. you plant a kiss on him, quick and dry, before turning to head back to your room so you can change, pulling the cheap eye-mask over your head. the string catches against your head and snaps you once, and you mumble a quiet ow before reaching for the door knob.

very carefully, you feel katsuki's fingers dance over your waist, and he reaffirms his grip after you pause. he pushes you forward flat against the wood gently, not at all how he would to a real villain, and then he buries his face in your neck, hot breath coming quick as if he'd been running.

you try not to smile because the curve of your cheeks will give you away, and so you stay quiet, waiting. you feel him breath in hard through his nose, grunting once before speaking.

"where...d'y'think you're goin'?"

his ears are burning into your skin, but when you roll your hips back against him, he reciprocates, fingers tightening as he pins you firmly to the door.

you try again. "are you going to arrest me, dynamight?"

"uh," katsuki breathes, pulling his head back to look behind him towards his bag. "i, uh," his hesitation is so endearing that you can't help but to grin, "i've only got, um, zipties in—"

"ow!" you squeal, arching into him, though the sound makes him jump back a step. with the new space, you twist your arms around your back, grabbing your own wrists in a false bind. "please be gentle with me, sir!"

he huffs, shaky, before purposely grinding his hard length against your ass. one of his hands curls around both of your own, firm in keeping you "caught", while his other goes to grab at the fat of your hips.

his breath warms behind your ear again and he nips at your neck once. "uh...the hell're you doin' in my house?"

you're happy and so you want to laugh, but you know he'll take it the wrong way, especially as nervous as he seems. instead you struggle in his hands, hardly serious, rubbing against him until he huffs again.

"i'll never tell you!"

"well, then," his arm slips fully around your waist, resting for a moment against the doorknob before turning it. "i'll—fuckin' make you."

you gasp loudly, spinning to back into the room until your knees hit the bed, collapsing down and trapping your hands beneath yourself. "you can't do this!" you struggle some more, wiggling your hips and straining against the tight jumpsuit so it'll start to force open again. "you have to let me go!"

katsuki is clearly at a loss, stepping up to the bed as he half-shrugs, uncertain. "no."

you smile despite yourself and it turns his face beet red, but you quickly school your expression back into fake shock. "i'll scream."

what you want him to say is something along the lines of, oh yeah baby i'll make you scream, but that is — simply not him, and you think he's not breathing again, just watching the zipper of your suit as it slowly struggles. it's so cheap and poorly made, you're surprised it hasn't broken yet.

you arch up at little, finding your mask sitting on the floor by the door, and you exaggerate a moan. "my identity," you whimper, making big, sad eyes at him. "i've been discovered."

katsuki shuffles again, glancing at the floor before bending to pick up the tacky thing. you hadn't meant for him to get it for you, but he tugs at it before coming closer, kneeling on the bed so he can pull it over your head.

as if, maybe he wants you to wear it.

you feel a little zing up your spine, wrapping your legs around his waist when he adjusts the string so it's more comfortable for you. his eyes go wide, hips falling forward until he's brushing against your core by accident, leaving you both a little breathless.

whatever patience you'd had before is whisked away when you feel how turned on he is, once your underwear clings against your skin with how wet you've unknowingly become.

"i bet you've been thinking about this," you whisper, heady, as you slowly grind up against him. "tying me up, all to yourself."

a sharp exhale leaves him, though he tries to close his mouth around it, cheeks burning as he struggles to maintain eye contact with you. "i-i thought—"

you nod, encouraging him with a breathy, "uh-huh?"

"i thought i didn't know you were a chick until now."

you stop, head dropping back to the bed as you stare at him.

well. shit. you did say that.

you shake your head, sighing when one of his hands closes around your hip to keep you moving. "okay, pretend you already knew." he nods his head, a little vigorously, before pressing you into the mattress, grinding against you with purpose now. the pressure is good enough that you feel your eyes lidding, a dull throb building where you're most sensitive. "i bet you've been thinking about punishing me all by yourself, dynamight."

it makes his face and neck burn, and katsuki has to squeeze his eyes shut once before dropping his elbows to the bed and leaning just barely over your lips. "yeah," is all he says, voice wavering.

you lean up to brush your nose against his, but you don't kiss him. "and how're you gonna do that?" he angles his hips, deliberately catching your clit when he ruts against you, and it draws the first, genuine moan from your lips. you think he can tell, because he grits his teeth and does it over and over. "are you gonna fuck me or what?"

katsuki just nods, quickly sitting back up on his knees so he can pull his shirt up over his head. it reminds you of what started this mission in the first place and you take in the sight of him, muscles taut with anticipation, his adonis belt that stems into the low band of his sweats.

"i've been thinking about it, too," you say, dragging your eyes up his body slow, so that he can watch your appreciation, "because you're so big and strong and power—"

he cuts you off with a firm kiss, digging a hand into your hair so that he can slant your head. when you gasp at the tug on your scalp, katsuki swirls his tongue with yours, slow and sweet, eliciting another soft moan that has him breathing in hard through his nose.

"damn woman," he grunts, sitting back up to yank at the zipper on your suit, cheeks burning when he eyes your lazy grin. "tryin' to fuckin' kill me."

you laugh. "on the contrary, dynamight, i'm actually—" katsuki pulls you into a sitting position, tugging your suit back over your shoulders until it hits your elbows.

and then you both look at each other.

"um," you swivel on the mattress just a bit, thinking; maybe wearing a one-piece jumpsuit wasn't a great idea, when being "bound" is involved, or you should have at least waited until he got you naked. "let's just pretend—"

"yeah, yeah," katsuki nods, scratching his head as you unwind your arms quickly and slip them through the sleeves, falling back over your hands as he tugs the whole thing down your thighs. your boots are still on, but he doesn't bother with those, just ducks under the bridge of clothing until he's against you again.

you squirm in your tiny, mesh underwear, a gasp echoing out of you when he mouths at the skin below your belly button, moving lower and lower until his tongue is meeting the thin material that separates you. this — wasn't part of the plan; you were expecting him to just shove his pants down and bully his way inside of you, which was fine for this scenario, but the wet glide of his tongue has you forgetting about everything except for how hot he's making you.

your back arches as the material begins to saturate — both from you and him — and you moan, growing needy for more; his mouth on you feels amazing as always, but your underwear, the partition between you, are already starting to grate on your nerves. katsuki must know because he can read you so well, and he hooks his fingers around the thin mesh before yanking that out of his way, too.

"fuck," you gasp, hips jerking when his tongue swipes against your swollen bud, and you let out another whiny noise when he closes his lips around it. you feel — soaked, but gilded, trying to catch the breath he keeps pulling from you.

both his hands come up to stroke over your hip bones, holding you down as you tremble, pulling you close so that his nose drags against you, too. the added pressure makes you shudder and your head falls back to the mattress as his messy kiss coils something tighter and tighter in your belly.

"katsuki," you moan, wanton, and rip your hand from underneath your back to fist a handful of his hair, legs closing around his head as his tongue slips inside of you. "fuck, 'm—"

the strain against his scalp makes him groan, open-mouthed, and you try to remind yourself to take note of that, but the vibration of the sound leaves you quivering. your hips move of their own accord, bucking up against the flat of his tongue as you feel the warmth dripping down your spine, as your toes begin to curl, as your mind goes blank.

and then he's pulling away from you all too soon, surging up to plant a wet, heady kiss to your lips, to share the essence that's still sweet in his mouth. he's panting into you, one of his hands palming roughly at your breast while the other reaches back to rip one of your boots off.

you maybe shouldn't have tied them so seriously, because it takes him a few horrible moments before he can get the laces loose enough to tug off your foot, pulling the rest of the jumpsuit down one leg.

"you're," he breathes, hands going back to your hips to grip them firmly. "supposed to be tied up."

katsuki flips you onto your stomach, pulling you to the edge of the bed, on your knees so that he can run a hand up your back. gently, he toys with you; testing different pressures around your neck, tugging at your hair again, wrapping his hand back around both your own.

when you feel the thick weight of him tap against your swollen slit, you cry out softly into the mattress, wiggling your hips back with all your impatience. he runs his length against you, coating himself before teasing at your entrance, and then he hesitates again; as if he's trying to say something, you hear the open and close of his mouth several times before he just swallows, shaking his head before he begins to sink into you.

the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, mouth falling open silently as his strained groan fills the room. the sound is music to your ears, and you could almost laugh at how worried you were before all this — if he wasn't seating himself so deep inside of you, making you moan against the sheets.

katsuki hisses out a string of curse words, free hand going to the dip of your waist to pull you back to meet his rough and unsteady thrusts. there's almost no rhythm and he seems to lose it as soon as he finds it, and that paired with how roughly he's breathing is enough to send you over the edge.

it's like he's — desperate, too frenzied to think straight.

you try to muffle your embarrassing whine into the mattress as your thighs shake, as he continuously hits that spot inside of you that brings tears to your eyes. it doesn't deter him in the slightest, only encourages him to fuck you through your orgasm as you scramble a bit on your knees, overwhelmed by the sounds the both of you are making.

it dawns on you distantly, as you come through the haze, that he's actually enjoying this, keeping a firm grip around your hands so that you can't escape. you feel euphoric, elevated to a new high as all your nerves sing.

your throat is dry and you have to swallow several times before you can speak, stuttering, from how hard he's pounding into you. "d'you like this? fucking the—oh—villain you've caught?"

it makes him still, just for a moment, as he runs his hand up your back again, adding pressure just between your shoulder blades and groaning before returning to your hip. "i think you, hah, fuckin' like this," katsuki breathes, grip tightening to a painful degree before he slams into you again, making your toes curl. "getting f-fucked by the hero."

hearing him play along makes your stomach flip, has a drizzle of warm honey spreading up your spine, just like before, as you squirm again under his hands. you feel warm, almost numb to anything except for the weight of him behind you, the pleasure that never stops throbbing between your legs.

you squeal when he angles himself particularly deep, though the sound is nearly drowned entirely out by his groan, the low oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck he chants as his body goes taut and curls over yours. his thrusts grow shallow but never stop, as he cums so hard it almost sounds painful, and he finally takes his hand from both of yours to steady himself against the bed.

you both groan when he pulls out, katsuki falling down beside you on the mattress to catch his breath and blink slowly at the ceiling. he's so red, sweaty and worn out, and you watch him through bleary eyes for a long moment before realizing that he's purposely not looking at you.

it makes you laugh, light and lilted — which screws his face up — as you slump forward, eyes lidding as exhaustion coats you in a thin sheen.

"you're a pervert," katsuki finally mumbles, pushing his hair off his forehead before rubbing his eyes. when you laugh again, he glares at you, but doesn't move away as you shimmy closer.

"what can i say? i'm no match for big and strong dynamight—"

"cut that shit out," he groans, rolling over to bite at your cheek, bearing his weight down on you when you squeal.

"i'll never commit a crime again," you squirm when he pinches at your side, trying to hold on to your words through a fit of giggles. "your incredible hero cock has turned me—"

"you fucking—" he's quick to lean back and flip you over, cradling your face in his hands as he smashes his lips to yours — almost too eagerly.

"katsuki!" you shriek, wiggling beneath him helplessly as he tickles you. he pays you no mind, just continues trying to press kisses into your open mouth until tears are sprouting at your waterline from laughing so hard.

finally, you get reprieve as his hands slip up your body slowly, taking your wrists between his fingers so he can hold them together above your head. he presses his forehead to yours, eyes lidded and relaxed, with the ghost of a smirk on his face, and he murmurs, "it's dynamight to you, missy."