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sat0-get0 · 9 months

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・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.8𝙠, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘫𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘯𝘩𝘢. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘭𝘴 ༄

You always knew just how to make Bakugou nervous.

Ever since you met him, small things such as calling him by his first name and hugging him as a greeting would fluster him. And as you grew closer, whispering in his ear and touching his muscular arms would always do the trick. The amused giggle you always give after seeing his pink face never made things better, making him push you away as lightly as he can.

Bakugou was always a perceptive guy. Since the day the teasing from you started, he'd try to figure out what it took to make you even the slightest bit nervous. Watching your interactions with other students in the class when he was bored, trying to figure out any ticks in usually nerve wracking scenarios, and even conducting experiments himself. He'd do things like "accidentally" caress your hand or "coincidentally" getting closer and closer to you when walking by your side. Of course, this would backfire. Usually ending in you teasing him with something like, "Look who's getting comfortable." with a cheshire grin.

He almost gave up, deciding you just didn't have the ability to feel nervous or flustered. That was until the tight situation, as you like to put it. It happened yesterday...

You and Bakugou were going back to the dorms from a karaoke night. He's always been one to keep up with his sleep schedule and you had to train the next morning so it was convenient to leave together. The only transportation option available was by train. Of course it wasn't a problem, it being a fast and convenient method of travel. However, your mind quickly changed seeing as it was the most crowded train you've ever been in.

The both of you squeeze into the train, him after you as you made your way to the back, opposite of where you just entered. You leaned back against the train wall with a huff as Bakugou stood in front of you, clearly irritated as he held onto the metal support above. You were practically sardines in a can and you couldn't be more grateful to have less than 10 stops. The train never seemed to get any emptier, if anything it was filling up more with each stop. Bakugou forced to get closer and closer to you as more people got on.

That's not when it happened though. You've never had an issue with him being close to you. It isn't until the train went from full speed to a very sudden stop that things go down. You're secure in your spot, having the support of the wall behind you to keep you stable. Bakugou on the other hand was only supported by the metal structure above him. The stop and his lack of support caused him to jerk forward, taking a step closer to you and leaning down so that he's closer to your face.

It isn't until both of your shocked expressions left your faces that you get.. flustered. Bakugou's gaze softened, eyes that were previously looking down from the commotion making its way up your face til he was looking into your eyes. He muttered a 'sorry' in that deep, raspy voice of his and you could smell the spearmint gum he had been chewing. It was all too much. So much that you reacted before he could even stand up straight again. You whipped your head to the side, not speaking a word as a.. nervous smile crept itself onto your face.

Bakugou was confused at first. Was it his breath? It couldn't be, he was chewing gum and his dental hygiene was great. Were you.. nervous? You? Nervous? It didn't even sound right. But what else would explain your inability to look into his eyes all of a sudden and that wobbly smile you were trying so hard to fight? He needed some time to think but you were already getting off the train since this was the stop you both were getting off at.

Today, you were back to your usual self, all smiles and giggles. Getting close to Bakugou without being all tense. Throughout the day, he thought about what exactly made you react that way. It wasn't just how close he was. Maybe it was the way he leaned down towards your face, maybe it was the soft way he looked into your eyes. Whatever it was, he was going to try to recreate it, even if it killed him.

You hear 3 firm knocks on your dorm door. Everyone was already in their room because it was late so you expected a friend like Mina or Denki to be up and ready to talk at this time. You're amused to see Bakugou at your door and immediately greet him with that mischievous smile he absolutely loves hates.

"What brings you here, Katsuki?" you purr. You allow him to come in by stepping back but remain standing, not expecting someone like Bakugou to stay for long. He probably just needed something and would be on his way so you also don't bother turning on the lights, letting your leds illuminate the room. He thinks for a second about how he'll begin. Even though he had over thought it before knocking, his mind is scrambled all over again.

"I made you nervous yesterday." he spits out, deciding this whole thing would go a lot smoother if he could at least get straight to the point. You look up at him with a blank expression. Blinking once. Twice. Then you burst into a fit of laughter. "Me? Nervous? You feelin' well?" you ask, still chuckling as you playfully place the back of your hand on his forehead. He sighs, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. But you're closer now and it only assists him with his plan.

"Gonna act like that didn't happen?" Bakugou asks, taking a step forward. He's looking down at you intensely, eyes analyzing all of your features, including your lips. You take a step back, he's slowly breaking you. "It didn't. I dont know what you're talking about." You cross your arms and your expression is sassy, a way to hide your growing tension.

"I heard you gulp, Y/N." Bakugou speaks again, taking another step. You also take another backwards, wanting to swallow the lump in your throat but not wanting to prove him right. "There was like.. a million people on that train, Katsuki." You had to think for a split second about how you were gonna phrase that sentence. Usually, you have a response to anything anyone says to you on the tip of your tongue, ready to be released a second after they've spoken. He's slowly chipping away at your resolve.

"You couldn't look me in the eye." Bakugou's voice seems deeper this time, a lot smoother. He takes one more step closer to you and this time when you move to take your step back, you can't. You look behind you and realize you've hit your bed, unable to go any further. You look up at Bakugou and he's close. So close. He's leaning down again. Ruby eyes traveling down your face only to meet your gaze again. And now once again, you find yourself looking away.. feeling nervous.

"You're nervous." Bakugou mutters. "Shut up." you mumble back. You want to bury your face in your hands, sit on the floor and hug your knees to your chest. Your heart is racing and this is the first time in a long time this has ever happened. "Tell me why." he says a lot softer than his usual voice.

You try to look up at him but you can't, eyes immediately darting elsewhere. You don't want to tell him but you don't want to not tell him. Therefore, you groan into your hand. "I'll tell you.. If you back up." Bakugou quickly complies, taking 2 steps back. You take in a deep breath like you've just been suffocating and prepare yourself mentally to get this out.

It's embarrassing. You've always teased Bakugou in a way that hinted at romance but you never said anything about your feelings explicitly. You didn't even know if he actually liked you or if he just wasn't used to someone treating him like that. However, you had your end of the bargain to fulfill.

"It looks like *** **** ******." you mumbled quickly, looking down at your feet the entire time. The dumbfounded expression Bakugou gives you is comical yet you only view it for a split second before looking away again. "You got cotton balls in your mouth or something? Spit it out." he says impatiently and you want to giggle but it's time to get serious.

You inhale before saying in one breath, "Itlookslikeyouregonnakissmewhenyoulookdownatmelikethat."

Bakugou blinks at you, unsure of what to say. You definitely can't look at him now. He could just walk out or laugh in your face. He certainly doesn't want you overthinking so before he knows it, his lips are moving on their own.

"Would you let me?" he asks, stepping closer to you, as close as he was moments before. "What?" you ask, caught completely off guard and finally looking him in the eyes. You watch as Bakugou swallows before repeating, "Would you let me.. kiss you?" He's leaning down towards your face again but this time, he purposefully looks down at your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

Before your body can go into panic mode again, you act before thinking. Your lips are suddenly on his and he isn't the slightest bit caught off guard, beefy arms immediately pulling you closer as they wrap around your waist. He kisses you like he's been waiting for this moment, dying for it. Of course, being as stubborn as he is, he wouldn't have been direct. All he needed was for you to say it and you did. Who was he not to abide?

Your arms wrap around his neck, kissing him back slowly and with as much passion as he's giving you. He's as warm as he usually is, body like a furnace. It only makes the giddiness build up inside you and you wonder if he feels the same way. Truth is, Bakugou's been building up for this moment. Making sure that he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself by letting his nerves take over. That's how he's able to grab you by the waist just right and move his lips so smoothly against yours.

Somehow, the moment seemed to have lasted forever and still felt like such little time as you both pull away to catch your breaths. Even now, you can barely look him in the eyes and it makes him smile above you. "So uh-" Bakugou clears his throat. You feel better about looking up at him now, seeing as he's just as nervous as you are. "I'll be back. In the morning that is. After you get ready. So we can like-"

"Okay, Katsuki." you giggle, placing a small peck on his lips before leading him to the door.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ��𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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dreamland03 · 11 months

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WARNING: MDNI 18+

warnings include: sexual theme, talking about moaning, Past bad sexual experience with an ex, bad thoughts about self, mention of being the h- word :)

(Any warnings that I missed and should be included please let me know.)

yall this is the first time i'm doing something like this. So any mistake please forgive me. Keep Dreaming 💤 ☁️ 🫧

Thinking about bakugo wanting to hear you moan. Y’all have had sex a couple times before and he’s noticed you’re not really loud.

He’s tried everything to get a sound out of you. He’s tried going harder, faster, slower, softer, talked more, talked less, the list goes on. He tries to read you, but he just can’t.

Then his mind starts to wonder. Is it him. Are you not attracted to him? what is he doing wrong? Fed up with the anxious thoughts, he decides to finally talk to you about it.

Bridgeton playing on the TV and both of your eyes are glued. Until moaning and panting come from the TV. Katsuki shifting uncomfortably on the couch. He thinks this might be the moment. He leans forward takes the remote and pauses the show.

"You good?" you look at Katsuki with a confused face. The room falls silent as he is collecting his thoughts. Thinking about how he should go about this. You turn your body fully towards him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" worry fills you.

"Are you not attracted to me?" Katsuki embarrassingly blurs out.

"Huh?? Where is this coming from?" Usually Katsuki is a pretty confident guy, not that he couldn't have his moments, but this took you by surprise.

"Of course I'm attracted to you. Why would you ask that?"

"Whenever we're fucking you're quiet. Do you not like it? Are you not into it or into me?" Katsuki is embarrassed to ask these questions, but he just has to know. He didn't want to be the boyfriend that doesn't know how to please his girl.

You took a deep breath, readying yourself to tell him the truth. "Oh baby, it's not like that." Heart melting at the thought that your big strong man is doubting his skills.

"Truth is that I'm kind of scared to make noises. My ex told me that the noises I make are ugly. One time he ended up covering my mouth while we were doing it. Ever since then I've been scared to make any noises. I just don't want you to hear me incase my moans are ugly. I'm sorry." The memories of what your ex did to you made you feel ugly, disgusting, and embarrassed. After this you didn't even want to look at Katsuki in the eyes.

Silents fall in the room again. Katsuki was shocked, confused, and most of all angry. How could that shithead do something that to you? His head couldn't wrap around the idea of someone not wanting to hear you?

Katsuki finally spoke "but i'm not him." He moved closer to you on the couch. Touching your chin so he can look at your eyes.

"Im sorry that happened to you, baby. That motherfucker is fucking dumb. I'm far from him. I want to hear you, I want to hear how good I make you feel. You can trust me, angel." Him looking into your eyes made what he was saying feel real. He was being genuine and you could feel it. It made you feel safe and very horny. You didn't realized how close he was to your face until now.

You look at him in his eyes with lips inches away from each other, your guard falls and you whisper "Okay."

Katsuki smiles, he goes in and kisses you softly. He pulls back a little. "promise me you wont hold back."

"I promise I wont hold back."

"good girl." His lips crashing into yours. God, you wanted to moan from how wet your pussy was right now.

This was the moment you fully trusted Katsuki. He officially had your life, love, and trust in his hands. This was also the start of many noise complaints from neighbors.

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Im sorry if this is shitty. This is the first time I'm writing something like this. I really wanted to write smut scene, but I 1000000% know it would be cringe and bad. So if anyone wants add a smut scene feel free to. Also please let me know if i missed any tags I should put and any warnings. Dont be shy please tell me. If you have read the whole thing I want to say thank you 😭

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 5 months

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Masterlist

Moriarty the Patriot

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran}

First Meetings {Sebastian Moran} pt 2

Jealousy {Mycroft Holmes}

Questions {Mycroft Holmes}

Scary Story {Louis James Moriarty}

I'll Invent It Just For You Though {Von Herder}

Apologies {Mycroft Holmes}

Precious {William James Moriarty}

Worried Sick {Mycroft Holmes}

Wedding Traditions {Albert James Moriarty}

Moving In Together Can Be Tough {Sherlock Holmes}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty}

We Can Make This Work {William James Moriarty} (pt 2)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sunday Mornings {Gojo Satoru}

What We Didn't Know {Gojo Satoru}

Pleasure To Meet You {Gojo Satoru}

After Hours {Gojo Satoru}

Kabedon {Gojo Satoru}

Last Call {Nanami Kento}

Quite The Romantic {Gojo Satoru}

Misunderstandings Can Often Be Helpful {Gojo Satoru}

Obey Me

Money Getter {Mammon}

Indulgence {Mammon}

Make A Wish {Mammon}

His Usual Tactics {Mammon}

Pride {Mammon}

The Millionaire Detective

I Live To Impress {Kambe Daisuke}

He Lives Alone? {Haru Kato}

Tokyo Revengers

A Not So Normal Marriage Proposal {Shinichiro Sano}

The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

Just A Regular Day {Shinichiro Sano}

What Will Happen Then? {Shinichiro Sano}

Comfort {Shinichiro Sano}

Better Than Expected {Kurokawa Izana}

Getting Married {Shinichiro Sano}

Period Problems {Shinichiro Sano}

Guitars Bring People Together {Kurokawa Izana}

And They Were Roommates {Mitsuya Takashi}

Touche {Mitsuya Takashi}

No Chance {Mitsuya Takashi}

Failed {Shinichiro Sano}

There For You {Shinichiro Sano}

Bad Is The New Soft {Shinichiro Sano}

Too Late {Shinichiro Sano}

After All This Time {Takashi Mitsuya}

Unexpected {Mitsuya Takashi}

Black Butler

Comfort {Sebastian Michaelis}

Boku No Hero Academia

Once Upon A January {Dabi}

And I Don't Care If I Am Forgiven {Dabi}

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi}

My Girl {Dabi} (pt 2)

Right Person, Not Enough Time {Dabi}

I Love You {Dabi}

Bleach

Admiration {Kyoraku}

Attack On Titan

You Were More Than Just Somebody I Was Destined To Meet {Levi Ackerman}

Prefer It Like This {Levi Ackerman}

Reborn {Levi Ackerman}

Say That You Will {Levi Ackerman}

Bungo Stray Dogs

Figuring It Out {Dazai Osamu}

When You Know, You Know {Dazai Osamu}

Port Mafia Black {Dazai Osamu}

Bernadette {Dazai Osamu}

Waltz Suite No 2 {Dazai Osamu}

Trying To Forget {Dazai Osamu}

Tokyo Ghoul

Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Sorrows And Kisses {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Play Pretend {Hideyoshi Nagachika}

Gintama

In His Own Way {Sakata Gintoki}

The Way Of The Curls {Sakata Gintoki}

Getting Caught Making Out {Sakata Gintoki}

Kabedon {Sakata Gintoki}

Two Sides {Sakata Gintoki}

Overreacting {Sakata Gintoki}

Perfect Girlfriend {Sakata Gintoki}

Ghosts {Sakata Gintoki}

Missed You {Sakata Gintoki}

Uramichi Onii-San

Relationship Headcanons {Uramichi}

Falling In Love & Jealousy Headcanons With Uramichi and Kumatani

Rainy Days Like This {Uramichi}

Chainsaw Man

No Commitments {Kishibe}

Lunch Break {Kishibe}

Kishibe With a Fiend!Reader

Baking With Kishibe

Father Figure {Kishibe}

Heaven Official's Blessing

Trouble {Mu Qing}

A Tiny Bit Of Jealousy {Mu Qing}

Call of Duty

Such a cute shirt {Simon "Ghost" Riley}

Relaxing Activities {Simon "Ghost" Riley}

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evadoupixii · 3 months

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NEVER LOSE ME

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Summary: You left katsuki all alone on the farm to go pursue your dreams. You still loved each other even as the silence grew louder. All in all, you both made it work.....until.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 wc >>1.4k

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Warnings; FarmboyBakugo x fem reader! Poc coded reader! mutual masturbation, finger fucking, phone sex/computer sex explicit content.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 i know yall must be tired of all the country boy bs but i can't help it i love it sm! Send me requests of anything you guys want! tysm for 50+ followers!

FarmboyBakugo! // Who happily tapped his fingertips against the side of his steering wheel as he drove home along the dirt road. Turning up the music as he glanced to the left of him at the blue lake that ripped through the countryside, how the setting sun sent ripples of shiver along its length. As mundane and gray as life had gotten seeing this view at the end of every day never ceased to amaze him. He turned the truck onto another dirt road, the light from the sun flickering every second as the tall trees began to envelop him. He sighed as he pulled his pickup truck into the driveway of the little house on an Everglade late into the afternoon. He took out the keys from the ignition and hopped out of his truck, the sound of the heels from his boots clicking against the wooden deck of the house as he walked up the porch stairs.

FarmboyBakugo! Who As soon as he was in the house, began kicking off his boots and throwing his cowboy hat on the coffee table of the living room. Running his hands through his blond hair and leaning back on the comfy couch relishing the quietness of the house.

FarmbouBakugo!Who was surprised to hear the crackle of thunder outside his bedroom window as he dried off his hair with a towel after taking a long thoughtful shower. Who threw on some blue plaid pajama pants and walked downstairs shirtless, reluctantly putting the kettle on the stove and taking out some frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer, throwing them in the air fryer. Who muttered a silent “Fuck” when he saw your caller ID pop up on the screen of his phone.

FarmboyBakugo!Who answered your call with an immediate smile on his face. You greeted him with your usual flirty undertone.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” You said at the other end of the line. Bakugo could almost hear the fervor in your voice and decided not to act on it. As it would come again later, as it usually did on nights like these.

“Unless they're with you? Then no.” He said roughly.

FarmboyBakugo! Who knew for sure you had probably rolled your eyes at that remark. Then again, he knew you relished the fact that he was so open with his insatiable longing towards you. You had known each other so long that it wouldn't make sense to hide it. He heard the shuffling at the other end of the line that sounded like the light thump of clothes hitting a bathroom counter and the flush of water coming out of the faucet. It wasn't until he heard unzipping and unbuckling that he knew what you were doing.

“I was wondering if you wanted to have another……movie night.” The pause you took before you said the last two words left Bakugo with the most horrifying smile on his face and the sound of his deep rough chuckle echoing through the kitchen. “Movie night huh?”

“If you're up for it.” You said.

“Always baby, always.”

FarmboyBakugo! Who upon getting off the phone with you, sat on his couch and hastily ate his air fryer nuggets and drank his tea. He thought about how dirty and raunchy it was when this…. routine…between the two of you started. It’s not like it had gotten less electrifying as time went on. If anything he yearned for it throughout the days that passed. How ferocious and cold-blooded he thought of himself to continue as if you were little to non-existent after each act. Telling himself that this was okay because this is how you wanted it. How you persisted that this would be the best for both of you. How it would satiate the twisting uncompromisable craving of

Each other.

FarmboyBakugo! Who went up to his bedroom and pulled his laptop out of his desk. Turning off all the lights and lighting a candle on the dresser. If it’s, one thing Bakugo wanted in his home it was ambience and peace. He settled into bed and waited for you.

FarmboyBakugo! Who answered your call and felt the lump in his throat form as soon as your camera on his laptop screen turned on. You were always unmerciful in the way you showed yourself to him. Always tantalizingly out of reach. Your doll eyes had that lewd look in them like they always did. The camera showed the top half of your body, just enough. A tight black lace tank top hugged you. Your boobs were pushed up to the moon by the blanket you were hugging to your chest. Your hair was down and cascading around your face in a flattering way.

“Bakugo…earth to bakugo” You said on the other side of the screen. Waving your hand around in the eye of the camera with an unwavering smile on your face.

“Sorry baby, what’s up?” Bakugo said positioning the laptop adjacent to him on the bed. He made sure you got a full view of his naked chest and a partial view of his crouch.

“I said which hunger games movie should we start on?” You said squinting at your computer. Bakugo could see your laptop screen as you scanned through the illegal movie streaming site.

FarmboyBakugo! Who just watched you in pure bewildered amazement. He wondered how long it would take this time. He wondered if it would even happen tonight, if the night would just consist of wholesome movie watching and witty banter…….

Well, that's definitely not how the night went.

Farmboybakugo! Who’s pre-cum was wasted on the sheets around him, the squelching wet sounds of him fisting his cock filled the room along with the rain pattering outside. Who’s blond hair was plasterd to his face with sweat as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, whimpering his name on the other side of the camera.

“C’mon baby, fuck yourself harder show me how badly you want this cock, yeah?”

His mouth parted in ecstasy as he watched you spread your legs wider for him. How the sight of your tits bouncing as you fuck yourselff with more pace went straight to his cock.

“It’s so hot when y-you talk to me like that” You moaned.

Farmboybakugo! Who with more praising, convinced you to pull put the dildo he had gotten for you. Who marveled at the way the veins of his dick pulsated as he watched your pretty pussy sink itself on to the dick that resembled his own. Who barely managed to mewl out another “Your such a good girl for daddy, Yeah?” as he watched you writhe with pleasure as you steadily bounced yourself.

As much as he wanted to be serious in a time like this. He couldn't help but chuckle at the reminder that the movie was still playing. How the movie wasnt even 30 minutes in before the flirty undertones became full on “What were you do to me if i were next to you” exchanges. His heart fluttered a little knowing that you were impatient for him too.

Farmboybakugo! Who almost died on the spot when he watched you maneuver yourself to where your back was facing the camera. Whose eyes zeroed in on the curvature of your ass, as if he hadn't seen it in this position many times before…and even closer at times if he might add.

“That’s all f’me right baby?” He said.

You turned around to lock eyes with him through the camera rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders with a smirk on your face. As if you were saying “What’s all for you?Who even are you again?”

Farmboybakugo! Who wanted to grasp that little neck of yours in his big hands and fuck you until you were tired of saying his name. Who yelled at your through the screen to start bouncing on that makeshift dick of his before he decided to stick his cock back into his pants.

Katsuki bakugo who sat there with you in the aftermath. Who after making you cum one last time watched as you cleaned yourself up and walked your naked body back into bed and stared back at him through the camera. Katsuki bakugo who would kill to be able to reach his hand through the screen and kiss your lips again, pinch your cheeks and whisper to you all the things that lingered in his heart at night.

Katsuki bakugo who’s favorite part about this routine were the conversations that seemed to last until the sun rose. As this one did and many others to come. As he watched you lull yourself to sleep, he started to make a mental note of all the loose ends he needed to tie before he came to you. It didn't matter if you weren't ready……as he would always be ready…for you.

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chaibewriting · 6 months

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A DOLLAR MAKE 'IM HOLLER (pt. three)

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! katsuki bakugou

masterlist. part one. part two.

-> NOTES: my bad y'all, didn't mean to take so long with this part, but life was happening, however, i'm somewhat pleased with the way that this turned out and I hope that this chapter was worth the wait, the next chapter will be even more of a conundrum. be on the look out for that one soon because I've already started writin' it. -> WARNINGS: threatening messages, unknown numbers, stalking, manipulation. -> WORD COUNT: 5.2k

FALLING asleep after such experiencing such a terrifying chain of events was no easy fret, however, you managed to somehow fall into a dreamless sleep. Perhaps you were outwardly glad to not be back alone at your apartment and your long time best friend sleeping beside you managed to put you at ease. You were grateful for her and Tanjiro, they had come rushing to your aid as soon as you’d called out for them. Asking for assistance or help of any kind was a bit of a struggle for you at times, especially considering how you were raised.

As the sun began to rise, revealing itself through the window of Nezuko’s bedroom, you stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes, lids fluttering as they adjust to your surroundings. To your surprise and sudden realization, Nezuko had scooted closer to you in her sleep and wrapped an arm protectively around your waist with her cheek squished against your back, effectively spooning you from behind. Fortunately, it was a rather cold season so the extra warmth was welcomed, even if it was by surprise. Then again, Nezuko always had a tendency to be a bit of a cuddle bug in her sleep, you had learned to live with it, finding it somewhat endearing.

Carefully, you lifted her arm just a smidge, enough to slip from her hold and sit up, then carefully tucked the pillow you’d been laying your head on under her arm, which she immediately cuddled to her chest.

When your feet touched the floor on the side of the bed, you sighed, reaching up to rub at your temples for a moment of clarity. The memories of the previous day were coming back to you slowly, but still all equally frightening. Suddenly, you look towards the nearby dresser where you recently left your phone and something /told/ you to get up and look at it. Your intuition screamed for you to, and so, you do exactly that, relatively slowly but you still manage to stand up and shuffle towards the dresser. Sharply inhaling, you snatch up your phone, and thanks to oh-so-wonderful technology and its ability to detect motion, your screen flashed on and previews of notifications appeared, one new message waiting to be read. After unlocking your phone you hesitated for a moment's time, but your finger betrayed you as you opened the message to full-screen and nearly vomited after reading what you’d been sent. Squeezing the device in your hand, you were sure that if you were any stronger you would have crushed it in your hands.

Nothing had prepared you when there was a sudden blare of an alarm behind you, causing you to yelp and nearly jump a foot off the ground, dropping your phone in the process.

Fucking Apple alarms…

Rising like a vampire from a coffin, Nezuko sits up straight in her bed and yawns, scratching at the back of her neck and grunting when she realizes some hair had slipped from the bonnet she was wearing (something you had so graciously gifted her last Christmas). You were frozen, still processing the threatening message and calming your racing heartbeat after being frightened by Nezuko’s alarm, and when she finally turned it off, your shoulders drooped, followed by a silent sigh.

Once she finally took note of your standing form, your back still facing her, Nezuko squinted and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands before she said your name, voice laced with worry.

“Y/N…? What are you doing standing up? Did something happen?”

Her question brings you back down to reality enough for you to finally squat down and retrieve your unscathed phone from the floor, silently moving to her side of the bed to hand the device to her.

Fortunately, the screen hadn’t locked and the message in its entirety stayed clearly displayed and allowed for the brunette to read what you were showing her. There was nothing but silence on her end as she stared down at your phone, gripping it nearly as tightly as you had when you’d first read the text. The silence was deafening as she did nothing but stare at your phone for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought seeing how her brows were knitted in the middle of her forehead and her lips were pursued in a focused pout.

When she finally did something, she inhaled sharply and turned your phone screen off, setting it face down on the bed while she pinched and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“You’re staying with me until things blow over, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Y/N. This has just gotten a whole lot creepier.” She finally said, dropping her hand and turning her head to look at you. Staring back at her, you pondered her words, rubbing at your arm in a moment of deep thought. Once again, you didn’t wish to be babied but right now, you were glad that she was offering for you to stay with her. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to step foot in your apartment right now, let alone go back to staying there /alone./

Nezuko promptly waited for you to start putting on a strong front, ready for a debate about your safety, but she was surprised when you slowly nodded your head, no words leaving your mouth. Your reaction caused a frown to appear on her face as she stood up and walked towards you, opening her arms and beckoning you to her. Carefully, you went to snake your arms around her waist and she hugged you back, squeezing you in a gentle way that always had the tendency to make you feel safe.

…

Thanks to this new development, you didn’t feel up to going to work today which led to you having to call your second-in-command at the restaurant— Pony. You didn’t give too much detail, knowing that she would start to worry for your safety, and instead said you just needed a couple days to break. Luckily, she understood and said to take all the time you needed to before the phone call had ended. Now, you were seated at the dining table in the kitchen of Nezuko’s house, slowly consuming the breakfast that she and you had conjured up together. You’d showered, done your hygiene routine, and got dressed before coming out to eat, even if your appetite was nowhere to be found. Nezuko soon joined you and took a seat across from you at the table, eager to start scarfing down the food in front of her, she always did have quite the appetite.

“Wanna come to work with me?”

Your friend suddenly asked, shifting some rice and rolled egg around on her plate. You looked up from your plate and thought about her suggestion. If she were to leave the house, you’d be left alone again. To your thoughts, to your fears, and to everything in-between. Such thoughts caused you to start chewing at your bottom lip, nearly ripping some skin off in doing so. It took a bit of arranging of said thoughts before you were able to exhale before nodding your head, finally speaking up for the first time since you’d woken up.

“Sure… I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here alone all-day, at least if I go to work with you I can help around and keep my mind busy.” It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than giving reason to her but she simply smiled and nodded at your words. But then a thought came to mind on your end once you realized a bit of an issue that made the hairs stand on the back of your neck. “I think— I’m gonna have to go back to my apartment to pick up some more clothes, I didn’t pack much.”

Such words caused Nezuko to pause and stare down at her plate for a moment, tapping the ends of her chopsticks against the porcelain while she thought. And then she seemed to have a plan come to fruition as she went back to eating nonchalantly.

“We can just call Mirko then, I’m sure she’ll come running if we tell her what’s going on.”

“Ugh, and she’ll probably come with a lecture about me missing her and Mitsuri’s self-defense classes.” You murmured, already hearing what the woman would say to you as soon as she caught wind of what was going on in your life currently.

This caused your best friend to only laugh and shake her head, deciding that she should finish off her breakfast before the day would continue on.

Nezuko was the one to make the call since you didn’t have any desire to touch your phone at the moment, still a bit spooked by the threatening message, rightfully so. The two of you had plopped down onto the couch in the living room as the phone rang, waiting for your enthusiastic friend to answer on her end.

“Nezu? What’s got you callin’ so early? Need me to come and do some heavy lifting at the shop?” Her somewhat raspy voice asked, nothing but energy in her tone, along with the sound of something in the background. It sounded like she was lifting weights. Typical.

“Hey Mir'! No no, there’s no need for that, but I do have another request, or I guess I should say /we/ have a request. Are you busy right now?”

The sound of movement on the other end, as well as a groan was heard before Mirko sighed out a reply. “Nope. Whatcha need?” The brunette then looked at you, silently urging you to go on and say something. With a gulp, you mentally prepared for whatever Mirko would say next, and with a shaky greeting you gave a brief summary of the things that happened and what ‘request’ you were making for her.

…

Once you were done, probably putting in a few more details than necessary, the other line was silent, almost as if the woman’s brain was processing all of what you’d said—- which was more than likely the truth.

And then, with a sharp inhale she spoke up.

“Y/N…” She started by saying your name in a scolding manner, making you freeze up and squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for what was to come next.

“Why did you keep this a secret for so long?! You should have told someone! That’s so goddamn creepy and weird! Of course I’ll come and escort you too! I swear to Bugz Bunny if I get my hands on that stalkery piece of shit I’ll grind 'em into protein power 'n make them into a motherfucking shake. I’m comin’ over right now.” Mirko rambled, you could already hear her moving around swiftly, you could even hear people calling out to her when she shoved them aside to get out of her way.

“Gimme like ten— no, fuck that, give me five minutes.” She stated before ending the call, you could only imagine what kind of laws she would probably break to get there.

Mirko was right, it didn't take her ten minutes to get to Nezuko's place, in fact, it took her a record breaking amount of three..that woman is a terrifying force to be reckoned with. That was something unspoken but her getting here in such a short time frame further solidifies that fact. And before you knew it, she was sitting at the table with you and Nezuko, finishing off whatever the two of you hadn't finished eating. You still don't know how it happened, it was almost like she'd teleported into the dining room, but you knew better not to question it and just go with the flow.

"So, do you think you know the stalker? Maybe it's an old classmate or something." Mirko began, enjoying a spoonful of rice as she glanced between you and Nezuko with curiosity. "Classmate? Huh. That would make a lot of sense, there were a couple of weirdos that used to smell your hair and stuff when you weren't looking." Nezuko added, starting to sip some tea from her mug. You glanced towards her with a baffled look, this was the first time you'd heard of this. "Eh!? Since when?! You never told me that???"

The woman coughed nervously and waved her hand around. "I didn't wanna worry you, plus they only did it once, then I told Tanjiro about what happened and he took care of the rest."

Both you and Mirko stopped everything you were doing and looked at your brunette friend, staring her down as she smiled and continued to nonchalantly enjoy her tea. Then, you looked at one another before giving each other a look that spoke millions of words.

"Scary..."

...

Fortunately, Mirko's presence aided in soothing you both, she was a tiny little thing but had the spitfire of at least one hundred great beasts with a smile that often set your worries aside. And in no time, with her help and Nezuko's, you'd packed up about a week's worth of clothes for your stay at Nezuko's. It'd been a while since you had a roommate, but at least you'd feel a little safer and less at the mercy of whoever was trying to 'sweep you off your feet'.

After dropping your bag off at Nezuko's place, Mirko escorted the two of you to Nezuko's Flower Shop and she was on her way, repeatedly telling you both to call or text her if anything seems out of the ordinary or if either of you feel unsafe about something. Then, she left with as much enthusiasm as usual, leaving you and Nezuko to busy yourselves with the daily tasks of running a flower shop. Nezuko was glad to have you to help her along, making it easier for her to open a little earlier than usual. If there was one thing you knew for sure about Nezuko and her work was that she was very serious about her craft and she was constantly busy, all for good reason. You were glad you had her to keep your mind busy and away from staying back to the immediate danger that was revealing it's ugly head every time you thought about it. You'd even made it a point to tuck your phone away into one of the desk drawer's in the little office Nezuko had in the back of the shop. One thing you hadn't expected was for the shop to be so busy with people, which you usually didn't have a problem with. But you couldn't help the feeling in the back of your mind, what if you're stalker knew where you were right now? What if they were one of the customers coming in today? The idea made you anxious but you tried to keep your nerves under wraps, helping Nezuko wrap bouquets and ringing up customers at the register. Everything would be alright, nothing out of the ordinary.

...

"I can't fucking BELIEVE she's friends with a goddamn cop. You sure we don't have him in our pocket?" The passionate, browless man asked as he paced around the carpeted floor in front of his partner's desk, clearly irritated about the build up of recent events involving their romantic life. His blond counterpart sighed from where he was, looking at him blankly through the lenses of his reading glasses. "How many times do I have to tell you that I already had shittyhair check? Stop gettin' freaked out. This ain't gonna change shit. It just means we gotta put the plan into motion a lil' earlier than we anticipated."

Sanemi stopped his pacing at that, turning to look at Katsuki with his permanent wide-eyed gaze. "And how the fuck are we gonna get the ball rollin'? D'you got some kinda masterplan you haven't told me about, man?"

The short answer was 'yes.' Katsuki made a show of explaining the bare minimum of the first step he decided to take and upon doing so, Sanemi gave his partner the side eye, clearly trying to see who would be the one to start off the man's plan. And since Sanemi's overwhelming presence was guaranteed to make their beloved piggy hightail it away, Katsuki decided upon himself to be the one to set things in motion. It was for the best with all things considered.

When would the plan start? That would depend on the one they currently have watching Y/N's every move at the moment.

If there was one thing you could appreciate about helping Nezuko out, it was the difference in smells; compared to wings and dipping sauces, the smell of flowers was a nice welcome. Alongside the calm and relaxing atmosphere, it seemed to put you at ease, even if just a little bit. It had put you in such a calmer space that when Nezuko suddenly ran out of the specific ribbon she used to tie up her special bouquets, you were quick to offer your services. But of course, Nezuko was a bit skeptical and protective.

"I could just close up for now and we can both head to the crafting store, shouldn't take too long if we speed walk—"

You cut her off with a shake of your head. "The least I can do is do this for you. It'll be fine, store's not even that far from here. Should take me just a few minutes to get there and back here, plus, I don't want to let some stalker make me become a recluse."

Naturally, Nezuko frowned at this, seeming to ponder your words as well as your safety, causing her to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. It was her way of fidgeting when she felt a deep sense of anxiety. Instinctively, you gently grabbed her hand, squeezing it with your own. She stopped fidgeting and looked at you with a pout, before sighing, her shoulders slumping as she accepted your offer. "Okay, okay... you're right, but, I don't want anything to happen to you, y'know?" She then let go of her own hair and huffed, pulling a hand away from yours before making a fist at the sky in a dorky movement. "That bastard's gonna pay when the time comes... Let me go get my purse."

Turning on her heels, she stepped away from you and went into the back of the shop, soon coming back with her wallet and a fistful of bills, as well as the tiniest bit of ribbon she had left to make it easier to find in the crafting store. And with that, you were off.

You almost felt like Dora with Nezuko making sure you had your phone and shit before she let you go out on your adventure. Where was Boots? The thought seemed to cheer you up a little as you stiffled a laugh, unknowing of a pair of electric yellow eyes and another set of onyx ones watching you from across the street over a cup of coffee they were nursing. They'd heard the entirety of you and Nezuko's conversation, thanks to the little bug they planted in the shop when the two of you were busy, and they were already informing their bosses of your movements.

Perhaps, walking to the crafting store was proving to take a little longer than you'd anticipated, but, at least you had a second to just wander around, and you felt a bit safe since the streets were somewhat busy with a sprinkle of traffic here and there, in the street and on the sidewalks. At least if your stalker *was* watching you right now they would be unable to do anything with all the witnesses around you, at least, you hoped that would be the case. Quickly, you shook your head, hoping a bit of physical deterrent would keep you out of falling into a pit in your mind, followed by a deep inhale and exhale.

With the crafting store in your sights, you picked up your pace, and much to your delight you were able to enter the store without any anxiety following in your footsteps. Entering, you chewed on your lip and debated on whether or not you wanted to spend a little time lollygagging in the holiday decorations or just go straight for the ribbons aisle. You chose the former, wandering over to the decorations to have a quick look around. It didn't hurt to start planning for decorating your franchise sometime soon, Halloween was coming up after all.

Perhaps... you got a little lost in the sauce as you were looking, giving a certain man ample time to speed his ass over to the crafting store you were located at and enter with a sense of determination in his stride.

How did you get caught in staring at a faux jack 'o lantern that lit up and sang a song from Night Before Christmas? You weren't sure exactly but it was mesmerizing enough for you to be oblivious to the threat that entered the store, clearly looking for something, looking out of place with his intimidating expression and permanent scowl. He began to slowly step forward, scanning the aisles as discreetly as he possibly could.

In that moment, you had finally tore your gaze away from the singing pumpkin and remembered your goal, you would come for decorations later. Stepping out of the aisle, you mindlessly started marching towards the general area of where the ribbon would most likely be, putting yourself in the sights of the man actively *hunting* you.

You had walked right past Katsuki and he instantly recognized you, his eyes following your every move as you made your way through the store. He soon followed in your strides, not even bothering to hide himself clearly following behind you and even turning to go down the same aisle as you. You'd yet to notice, too focused on getting the ribbon for Nezuko and then taking your leave.

As you headed down the aisle, you came across the section of ribbon and took out the sample Nezuko had given to you, making a quick scan around to try and find it as quickly as possible.

Now that Katsuki has found you, he paused, loitering about two yards away from you, staring at the abundance of yarn in front of him while still keeping you in his peripheral. He wasn't some acting fiend, but he knew how to speak to get things he wanted, usually with a bit of aggression but it always worked. Most times he would just swoop in and sink his claws into his desires, but he knew not to do that with you, he needed to truly think about this and not frighten you away.

After a moment of decision making, he plucked up some random skein of yarn and started casually approaching you, almost as if he was trying to get closer to get a better look at your features. Which wasn't hard to do considering the fact that there weren't many black people in this part of New Japan anyways.

“Knew I recognized ya. Long time no see, Miss /Hooters/.” The man says, standing behind you as you're squatted down and comparing the ribbon sample and another ribbon side by side. You paused what you were doing and narrowed your brows, obviously confused, before you stood up and turned to look at who was speaking to you. Soon, you came face to chest with the blond man who'd disrupted the peace at your restaurant some weeks ago. With a glance up, you were able to better recognize him, studying his striking features. It was difficult to forget his spikey, sharp hair and equally sharp carmine eyes, and you hated to admit it but he was attractive. You quickly raked your eyes over his form, taking note of his t-shirt, sweats, and sneakers. He was dressed casually this time around. Studying him further, you noticed the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, along with the red yarn he had clenched in his hand, causing you to raise an eyebrow. He was watching you watch him, and you couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Is there a reason why you're talking to me right now? If you're looking for yarn recommendations, I can't help you. Sorry." You weren't really sorry, but you didn't know what this guy was capable of, something about him just screamed 'danger', not that you were the type to run away with your tail between your legs when threatened.

Even so, you looked away from him and glanced back down at the ribbons you were trying to compare. Nope. Wrong one. You huffed out of your nose and continued on your search, taking a few steps away from the man who'd decided to approach you. You plucked up another roll of ribbon and compared it to the sample, hoping to find it as quickly as possible so that you could leave and not be in the presence of this man anymore.

Katsuki continued to watch you, the gears turning in his head for a moment as he thought quickly on his feet. Slowly, he began to approach you again, keeping some needed distance between himself and you before he spoke again. "I know you'd rather continue with– whatever you're doin' but, I'm gonna use this coincidence to apologize on behalf of my friend. Didn't mean to disturb your place of work, he's just a piece of work and can be a little… *intense.*" He gruffly stated, watching as you kept up your search, back still turned towards him. That was one thing you weren't expecting from a man who looked angry all the time, an apology. Your brows furrowed as you looked back at him over your shoulder, thinking about what to do next. Then, you glanced back down at the yarn he was holding, deciding not to answer what he'd said, and instead changed the topic. Turning away, you nearly jumped for joy when you found the identical ribbon Nezuko used just in your sights, you grabbed the entire stock of them and sighed, standing up straight again.

"Do you knit or something?"

The question seemed to surprise him, and then he remembered what he'd grabbed as well as what aisle he was on. With quick thinking he answered.

"Nah, I'm more of a crocheter. Ran out of yarn so I came to stock up a little."

Glancing at him and then the singular skein, you looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow. "You came to buy just one skein? Hm. That's pretty goal-oriented, I respect your self-control."

He snickered at your comment (if only you knew) and then motioned to the numerous spools of ribbon you had in your hand. "Looks like you came to buy them out of their stock. You a ribbon dancer or somethin'?"

"Ha. Ha. No. I'm buying this for my friend's shop— which reminds me, I should probably get going before her hair turns grey from worrying." You'd stated, preparing to depart from the man and go pay for the ribbon. You commented and turned, beginning to head towards the check-out line, he fell in strides with you, not seeming to let you wander too far.

Noticing his presence, you look back at him and raise an eyebrow, with the spools of ribbon still in one hand, you put your free hand on your hip. “Is there a reason why you’re following me around like a puppy?”

“You should let me buy you dinner sometime. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’re both here. Might be fate.” He remarked, staring down at you with a gaze you couldn't read. The thought seemed to make you chuckle, raising an eyebrow at his cheesy words, though you somewhat admired his straightforward attitude. "If I didn't know any better it would sound like you're trying to ask me on a date even *after* you've already apologized. Is this how you usually pick up women?" Now, it was his turn to scoff and he flashed you a smile that regrettably caused your heart to flutter just a tad bit.

"Heh. Ya caught me. So… whaddya say?"

The person in front of you in the line stepped forward to start getting their things rung up and you stepped forward as well, pondering the man's offer before a realization came to mind. You were still on edge about having your apartment broken in, along with the weird messages, and this obvious gangster was flirting with you. Tanjiro was

going to do his job and you were safe for now, but what if… You looked at the unnamed man for a second, observing him a little closer as you thought things out. Maybe if you went on a date with this scary-looking gangster just once, the stalker would take a hint and go the fuck away. Then again, what if the stalker was possessive? That would mean, they would probably try and hurt this gangster guy in revenge, that would be a death sentence but it could work out in your favor, as dark and cold as that sounded. Perhaps the benefits outweigh the cons of going on a singular date with this guy.

"Next."

Snapped out of your whirl of thoughts by the voice of the cashier, you move to place the heap of ribbon onto the counter and the cashier starts ringing everything up. And just as you're about to use Nezuko's cash to pay, Mr. Carmine places his yarn down on the counter as well and holds his hand up to stop you from getting your cash. Instead, he inserts his debit card into the card reader before you can even protest. You could have stopped him, but you didn't, you simply tucked the cash away and gathered the ribbon after it'd been paid for. In silence, the two of you walked out of the crafting store side by side, and once outside, you finally broke the ice.

"Fine. Just one date though, and nothing else. And don't think I'll agree to anything else just because you paid for some ribbon." You shoved the spools into your pocket and then retrieved your phone from your other pocket. To your disdain, you had new messages from your stalker but you ignored them and opted for creating a new contact for him. "Give me your name and number. I'll text you later."

Your attempt to control the situation made Katsuki all the more infatuated with you but he simply agreed, giving you his full name, along with his number. Once you saved his information, you turned and walked away from him, heading back in the direction of Nezuko's shop, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

Katsuki Bakugou… seemed like a fitting name.

Katsuki watched as your figure became more and more distant before he chuckled, it seemed his plan was a success, and you were none the wiser. It was probably for the best that you remained ignorant, for now, that would just make things easier for everyone.

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momowritings · 7 months

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Late Night Ride

Pairing: Aizawa x reader

an: soft smut, fem reader, mentions of blood, wound cleaning ( my fav ), thigh riding, established relationship

MDNI

It wasn’t unusual for you to go to sleep without the pro hero beside you. You have since accepted the fact that most nights you would either go to sleep with him or wake up with him, but not both, so when you heard him quietly trying to sneak inside your bedroom to avoid waking you, you were quick to turn over and call out his name.

“Hello, you,” you smiled at him. He was still wearing his work clothes that had been dirtied in a fight. The binding cloth he used was wrapped in a heap around his shoulders, his black cargo pants had marks all over them, and black long sleeves had slashed on the arms and a larger gash across his chest. Your eyes widened at the wound and you got up to run your hands over his body.

“What happened?! Are you okay? Do you feel pain here?” You shot rapid fire questions at him and Shouta chuckled quietly.

“I’m okay, my love, just a little scratched up.”

“This is not little,” you mumbled and pushed him onto the bed and went into the bathroom to collect your first aid kit and then stood between his legs. His hair sat over his shoulders, and you always wondered how he fought without putting it up. You rested your hand on his face, running your thumb over the raised scar under his eye and gave him a short but sweet kiss.

“Why didn’t you stop by Recovery Girl?” You asked as you lifted his shirt to assess the damage. The cut was an angry red and long, slashing across his abs, but you could tell that it was shallow and no longer bleeding. You reached out for your alcohol wipe and gently patted the edges. You stopped every so often when he took a particularly sharp breath in, but he swore he was alright so you continued your treatment.

Shouta watched your carefully before pulling you over one of his legs to rest on, and you sat on his thigh while he leaned back to let you access the wound better. He put a hand underneath your night shirt, tracing the nubs of your spine back and forth.

“It’s,” he stretched his neck to look at the bed stand clock, “2:53 am,” he sighed. “I don’t want to bother the old lady.” Your eyes skated over the muscles and tendons in his neck that shone in the pearly moonlight before refocusing on the task at hand. Shouta hissed when you pressed a little too hard and your eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, not making eye contact with him. Shouta leaned forward and lifted your chin up.

“I’m okay, really. I always am when I’m with you,” he murmured. He pulled you closer to give you another kiss. It was deeper than the last one, and his tongue swiped against yours. When you broke the kiss you stared at his lips before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, Eraser Head,” you grumbled. “I still need to clean you up.” You tried to push him back but he wasn’t budging.

“Shouta.”

“Hm?” He was kissing your cheek and jaw slowly, leaving wet marks in their wake.

“Shouta, your cut,” you tried to reason with him, but he had both hands underneath your nightgown and was guiding your hips right over his leg.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re just saying that,” you gasped. You could feel yourself growing wetter on his thigh. The rough fabric of his pants was rubbing against your clit through your panties harshly, but you found yourself riding his thigh slowly but gaining speed steadily.

“Sounds like you want this as much as I do,” he hummed against your neck. He could feel your pulse on his lips and he smiled into it. His hands went higher, cupping your breasts to feel their warmth then pinched your nipples gently. You groaned at the touch and bucked your hips faster.

“Yes, please,” you moaned. You fumbled with his pants until you released his cock from its confinements and then it was his turn to moan. You teased the tip with your thumb, collecting the precum on your finger and watched his eyes flutter close. “I need more,” you mumbled.

“You’re gonna have to do all the work, darling. I’m injured, remember?”

You groaned in frustration and began to grind faster on top of his leg. I shouldn’t stop now before he gets hurt , you thought, but the sensation of an impending orgasm, his hot length in your hand, and his muffled moans into your skin was clouding your better judgment.

“Come on, my love, I know you can go faster than that,” he teased. You weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing on his leg or with your hand but it didn’t matter, you doubled your speed in both. Shouta bit your shoulder in response and you gasped loudly. You could feel his dick twitching in your hand and knew that he was close and so were you.

Shouta grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down for another kiss, if you could even call it that. His mouth was everywhere at once, swallowing your moans and taking all that you had left. He moved his leg in tandem with yours, so your bodies would press against each other at the same time.

He whispered more affirmations against your ear and you came hard against his leg, giving one last burst of energy to ride his leg and stroked his cock until you heard him release an elongated moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he strained, but you were barely able to hear it over how hard you were breathing. Your legs twitched over his, and you looked down at him to see his face was a pinker than before. You leaned in to give him another kiss before chastising him lightly.

“Let’s hope that didn’t hurt you,” you mumbled. Shouta chuckled and nuzzled his head in your shoulder.

“You could never hurt me.”

You scrunched your nose at him but stroked his hair gently. “You’re so corny and you stink. You need to take a shower.”

“Take it with me,” he peered at you. He wasn’t even giving doe eyes but you couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

“Fine,” you acquiesced. You slowly got off of his thigh and dragged him into the shower.

#minimoe #momowritings #x black reader #black fem reader #soft smut #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x y/n

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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garbageman!endeavour who notices how you only seem to remember to bring out the trash once you hear the truck rounding the corner of your street — sporting your fluffy pink gown and equally as fluffy pink sliders as you waddle out of your house with multiple bags in tow.

and because garbageman!endeavour is on road ahead duty, he always catches you do it whilst hes leaning against the brick wall of your apartment complex, sly smile on his face as you seem to struggle.

“need any help?” he’ll gruffly ask each time, and you always reject.

but garbageman!endeavour knows the only reason why you reject his help is through pride, because when you come up to him for quick chats after you’ve dumped the bags, your breath is always haggard.

“no. but ill tell you when i do.”

and garbageman!endeavour has to think twice about whether the way you bat your lashes at him, or the way you always comment about how big he is, means anything. it can’t, because surely you see the fat silver band that he always adorns on his left index finger and heed the frequent passing mentions of his kids.

but one week, garbageman!endeavour notices you’re out earlier but with no bags in tow and how the cut of your gown is much lower than it needs to be.

he nods you a good morning from the wall, no words leaving his mouth in case they end up betraying him but he didn’t have to — you were ready to do that for him.

”not gonna ask if i need any help today?” you muse

garbageman!endeavour cautiously looks between you and the garbage area behind you.

“you usually dont need my help”

“but today i do.” you say as you start to walk towards the side gate of your apartment complex building.

garbageman!endeavour knows he shouldn’t have followed you back there, and mentally apologises that his wife forgive him, because you don’t even have to initiate anything before he’s pressing you against the wall and laps his lips against your exposed skin.

it doesnt take long for things to escalate. garbageman!endeavour knows hes short on time and so hes frantically tugging the rope of your fluffy gown instead of simply untying it. when the gown parts, hes trying his best to get an eye full of your voluptuous body, even tells you to ‘leave it on” once he sees you trying to shrug it over your shoulder

garbageman!endeavour easily frees his cock from the restraints of his grubby work trousers rather than tug it down, his weapon long and flushed pink at the top. you want to marvel in it’s length and size but garbageman!endeavour isn’t giving you the time to as he quickly scoops you up with no qualm at all — one hand on your back and the other underneath your ass — and hovers you over his cock. he easily slips himself inside of you, and he lets out the most desperate moan because your cunt is so much warmer and snuggier than he could ever imagine.

garbageman!endeavour doesnt even let you adjust! already his hips are pistoling back and forth like an animal in heat, his big hands surprisingly holding you securely in his grip.

and you feel so thrilled yet so disoriented because who knew a man was strong enough to hold a woman like you without any support?! not forgetting how full you feel taking him because he fills you up in all the ways you couldnt imagine.

the two of you romp as garbageman!endeavour holds you mid air, your insides clench over his mighty cock and garbageman!endeavour is sure he’s seeing stars

the position isn’t sturdy concerning garbageman!endeavour is holding all your weight and so you latch an arm around his shoulder. but still, hes got you good enough that you’re able to use your other hand to clamp the fat of your breast and pinch at the perky nipple, the sensation euphoric in accumulation with garbageman!endeavour long thrusts.

but time is growing short because garbageman!endeavour can hear the churn of the truck and the shouts of his colleagues nearing your corner — but still — he’s determined to finish what he started.

“shi’. shit im gettin’ there.”

he feels your hand try to push away from him but your moans are just as wanton as his.

but garbageman!endeavour’s too committed, too pussy drunk to heed your signs seriously. because he’s so determined that he needs this. that he needed to leave you with a reminder of him, a reminder that you needed his help.

but in all honesty, you already knew this was going to be the outcome. clearly, seeing as he was a man with four kids.

“f-fuck, imma…i ha’v tuh—”

before you know it garbageman!endeavour is slightly hunching over as he unsolicitedly pours his wet seed inside of you, his groan guttural as he finishes loudly besides your ear.

garbageman!endeavour was a fan of the experience — surprised he didn’t feel much guilt afterwards either. the man was wretched enough to sleep besides his wife each night with no qualm or plagued mind about what he’d done.

that is, until a few months down the line, he notices how you still waddle to bring the garbage out front, but because of your rounding belly that peaks from underneath your gown.

#mha endeavour #endeavor #endeavour x reader #endeavour x black reader #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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bakubabes-tatakae · 7 months

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Welcome to that special time of year, Fluffvember 2023. 💞 Your girl is gonna be doing both ends of the spectrum this year. These are going to be closer to drabbles just like last month to make sure I can get them all out. 🥰 If you want to be on the Fluffvember taglist then please let me know. I'd be happy to add anyone to it. 🥺

If you don’t want to see the Fluffvember fun then blacklist the tag: #bakubabes fluffvember

Now take a peek at what’s to come in a couple of weeks. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. I’ll link them here as they release as well.

Day 1 - Ichigo Kurosaki || Bleach || "Your hands are warm."

Day 2 - Kai "Overhaul" Chisaki || Boku No Hero Academia || "Pinky promise?"

Day 3 - Kotarou Bokuto || Haikyuu || "You matter. A lot. You matter so much to me. Never think you don't."

Day 4 - Natsu Dragneel || Fairy Tail || "Don't say that. I love every second spent with you."

Day 5 - Asta || Black Clover || "Your heart is beating so fast right now."

Day 6 - Rin Okumura || Blue Exorcist || "Don't doubt yourself, honey."

Day 7 - Gaara || Naruto || "Your hugs are nice."

Day 8 - Luck Voltia || Black Clover || "You feel like home to me."

Day 9 - Shikamaru Nara || Naruto || "You'll be with me, right?"

Day 10 - Toya Todoroki "Dabi" || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're cute when you're jealous."

Day 11 - Yato || Noragami || "This is a good look for you."

Day 12 - Zuko || ATLA || "We'll always have each other."

Day 13 - Kazutora Hanemiya || Tokyo Revengers || "Come taste! Tell me if I need to add anything."

Day 14 - Katsuki Bakugou || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm just glad you're okay."

Day 15 - Megumi Fushiguro || Jujutsu Kaisen || "I'd accept you any way you are."

Day 16 - Manjiro "Mikey" Sano || Tokyo Revengers || "You have a little ice cream on your nose."

Day 17 - Asuma Sarutobi || Naruto || "Is that my shirt?"

Day 18 - Naofumi Iwatani || Rising Of The Shield Hero || "I came as soon as I heard."

Day 19 - Shoto Todoroki || Boku No Hero Academia || "I'm sad and I demand cuddles."

Day 20 - Levi Ackerman || Attack On Titan || "Thanks for being here with me."

Day 21 - Nozel Silva || Black Clover || "I'll keep you safe."

Day 22 - Renji Abarai || Bleach || "I love you more than I did yesterday."

Day 23 - Satoru Gojo || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're my family too."

Day 24 - Eren Yeager || Attack On Titan || "I'm not letting something as simple as that separate us."

Day 25 - Magna Swing || Black Clover || "Stay as long as you want."

Day 26 - Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto || "Wow, I really can't speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look."

Day 27 - Yuuji Itadori || Jujutsu Kaisen || "You're not obligated to do this you know?"

Day 28 - Zora Ideale || Black Clover || "I'd shout it from the roof if I could."

Day 29 - Tomura Shigaraki || Boku No Hero Academia || "You're welcome to stay if you want."

Day 30 - Ban The Undead || Seven Deadly Sins || "I'm not ever leaving you."

©️2023 bakubabes-tatakae, please do not repost/modify my works without my permission, please do not use my works as ASMR without my permission

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real-hot-grl-shi · 10 days

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help me please.

Idk who to put these two mha ocs with im so stuck I’m going from character to character and I can’t make up my goddamn mind AUGH PLEASE HELP ANYONE LIKE-

The two characters in question:

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sat0-get0 · 1 year

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・❥ 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧' 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 '𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬' 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙞𝙜, 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙪), 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭), 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙘), 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (#𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 (𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙮), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 3 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 "𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩" 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘢𝘯��𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘤. 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 ༄

"What?!" you exclaim, eyes darting from Miruko and back to Keigo.

"So you're telling me," you pause, letting out a light chuckle. "that the Keigo 'Hawks' Takami has never been laid?" Miruko joins your fit of giggles as she notices your exasperated expression. "I just don't have the time, guys." he pouts, feathers ruffling behind him.

"No no, it's completely normal." Miruko says, wiping a tear that slipped from her eye from her giggles. "The issue isn't you being a virgin." You nod in agreement, picking up your cup to take a sip before continuing for her. "You're only 23 so there's no rush. The issue is you flirt with hundreds of girls who drop their panties at the sight of you and haven't fucked any."

"With the commission on my ass, fucking somebody is the last thing that's on my mind." he sighs, running a hand through his blonde locks. Keigo obviously has the emotions of any other young adult, having to fuck his fist from time to time between missions. Anytime he's gotten even close to a sexual encounter, something interferes and it ends in another disappointing night.

"You need to get laid. Fast." you tell him, not realizing how your comment came off. "If you wanna fuck me, just say that." Keigo says with a chuckle that implies that he's only half joking. Miruko has always noticed the tension between you two, more than either of you ever have. You both tried to mask it behind giggles and grins but she reads you like a book and picks up on it everytime. Much like right now.

"Damn, I have to go type up some papers for the commission right now actually." She says, grabbing her things and heading for the door. "Bye, Rumi!" you yell out and she flashes you a smile before closing the front door behind her. "You know I was serious right?" Keigo tells you, filling the silence that Miruko left. "Serious about what?" you ask genuinely. You watch as he approaches you on the couch, getting real close to you.

"Let's not beat around the bush here, pretty. I'm sure we both have the same idea." You raise a brow at him before pointing a finger at his chest, your nail threatening to poke him. "I'm not one of your lil fangirls, Kei'." you say with sass, looking him up n' down. "You're not." He tells you, his warm hands moving down to your waist. "That's why I'm dead serious." he admits.

You feel him tug your body towards him and help him out, throwing a leg over his, successfully sitting in his lap. You examine his face for any signs of him joking and can't find a single hint of unseriousness. You watch as he looks down at your lips before leaning closer to you but you simply press your forehead to his. "Keigo, I want your first time to be special." you say sympathetically, analyzing his soft features.

"With you? Trust me, it'll be as special as it gets." That's all he has to say before you're pressing your lips to his. He seems to be an experienced kisser, knowing exactly where to move his tongue and exactly how to move his lips against yours. You bite down gently on his lower lip to which he releases a groan at. You bring you hand up to his chin, manicured nails scratching at the small scruff as you suck gently on his tongue.

"Fuck, baby.." he mumbles against your lips before reciprocating the energy, giving you a couple of teasing bites in return. You feel his grip on your waist tighten, moving your hips back and forth subtly against him. You purr quietly against his soft lips, assisting in the movement with a back and forth of your hips. You pull away from him much to his discontent, placing your hands on his shoulders. He gives you a nervous chuckle before admitting with a dopey grin, "I've never really made it past this."

You share a laugh with him before reassuring him. "Don't worry, Kei. I'll help you out." He notices you moving to take off your shirt and he follows suit, exposing his muscular build which surprises most. His gold eyes fall down to your tits, feeling like he's back in his teenage body all over again. He wants to take your bra off immediately but he doesn't have to wait long, watching as you reveal your cute nipples to him.

"You're cute." you giggle, pecking his lips before getting off his lap for a moment. Keigo feels the antsy feeling build up inside him, feeling giddy about how this is really happening. You pull down your shorts along with your pretty pink panties, exposing your pussy to him. His dick jumps at the sight and he takes it as a hint to free himself from his own suffocating confines. You knew you'd have to take the reigns on this one but with his size, it might be a bit of a challenge.

"What?" he asks, noticing your staring. You climb back into his lap before admitting blatantly, "You have a big dick." He snorts at your comment, sighing in relief in his head. "Thanks?" he says, playful confusion evident in his tone. You simply giggle it off before pressing your pussy against his cock. His breath hitches at the warmth between your legs, making him throb against you. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a firm tug when you reach the back of his head. His head tilts back the way you wanted it to and your lips are already on his neck, kissing away.

You start off slow, licking at the skin before pressing sensual kisses on the area. You feel him throb against you as you kiss a specific spot and give an experimental suck, grinning against the skin as a groan rumbles low in his throat. "Need you, angel." You sit up against him, slowly rubbing him between your slick lips. "You ready?" you ask and he nods eagerly, a little too fast. "Tell me to stop if you need or want me to for any reason, okay?" and this time he nods slower, meeting your soft gaze.

You lift your hips up and align Keigo with your hole. As soon as you get the tip in, he gasps softly, bucking his hips up. "Fuck, baby, wait." You tell Keigo, unclouding his mind by grounding him with your voice that he can't get enough of, especially not right now. "What's wrong?" he asks you, concern laced in his tone. He looks so good, chest heaving and curls messier than how he usually likes to keep it.

"Remember, Kei', you're big. I'm gonna take my time." you smile softly, running your hands down his chest before placing them back on his shoulders. He gives you a sheepish nod before relaxing against the couch again, letting you do your thing. You sink down the rest of his cock slowly but it was worth it, both letting out a languid moan at the warmth and sensual feeling of it all.

You lean down, placing your lips on his in a sweet manner. He tries to focus on your lips as much as his mind will let him but with the way you're squeezing him so tight, he can barely reciprocate the energy. Keigo stops kissing you all together, gasping against your lips once you move your hips up before planting them back down against him. You chuckle before repeating the action, the sound of your thighs meeting his filling the room.

He doesn't know what to focus on. Your cute tits bouncing in his face, your slick dripping down the base of his dick with each bounce, or the way your pussy sucks him in like it never wants to release his cock. "Oh fuck!" you whimper softly, moving your hips in a way that has his tip pressing against the most special spots inside you. "Does that feel good, baby?" he groans out, slurring his words. "So good, Kei'. So so good."

No moment could ever compare to this. The beauty before him, the one he's always had eyes on being pleased with him alone in this moment. Keigo doesn't know if his eyes are watering and fogging up at the pleasure or at the intimacy of it all. No girl he's ever flirted or made out with can compare. He feels like bursting inside you already but he can't. Can't have you released from his embrace too quickly.

If he doesn't ground himself soon, your insides are gonna be painted white any second now. He gears his attention towards your tits, plush lips wrapping around the perky bud and sucking instantly. You mewl out, your noises making it much harder for him to keep his mind about him. "More, Keigo, please!" you beg. You're begging for him, no one else. He's established in his own love induced head that you're his and no one else's now. The feeling of you is too great to risk not having it forever. Everything from your sweet pussy, the one that's clinging onto him so tightly, to your cute attitude and wonderful mind. It can only be shared with him moving forward.

"Want you to be mine, angel." he confesses, moving away from your nipples and looking up into your eyes. You look down at him and then away in shyness, warmth settling in your face. You nod eagerly, leaning down to take his lips. "Only yours, Kei." you mumble against his lips, fighting off your moans. "Wanna be yours so bad." Now he really can't hold back from coming, holding your waist with a grip so tight it'll leave a mark.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." he groans against gritted teeth, throwing his head back in ecstasy. "In my pussy. Please, Kei, 'm on the pill." you strain out with an exhale, humping him with no clear coordination at this point. At your words, he's spilling inside you. You feel loads and loads of cum shooting into your pussy, all the pent up feelings he's had being dumped out inside you. You can't help but let go as well, clawing at his shoulders as you cum all over his dick. You stop moving your hips as sporadically as before, crying out his name so loudly it makes his head spin.

You collapse onto Keigo, chests heaving against each other. Your eyes have been shut since you were coming and you don't think you'll open them any time soon. Exhaustion washing over you as you breathe heavily against him but you don't know if you'll sleep just yet. So sensitive and overwhelmed from coming so hard.

Once you're both calm and collected, a nice silence with background noises of the city settling in Keigo's living room. "You know I was serious, right?" you hear him mumble. Your eyes remain shut as you practically whisper out a reply. "'Bout what?" "About wanting to make you mine." He's shy about his words even after getting the confession out moments ago. You nuzzle your face against him before saying only half jokingly. "On one condition." you tell him before yawning. "You clean me up and put my clothes back on. I'm tired." he chuckles at your cute mutters, smoothing a hand over your forehead, sweat cooling off of it.

"Yes ma'am."

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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dreamland03 · 1 year

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Okay but shoto on a mission to find your G-spot.

He has your leg up and pinned down. He’s so close to your face and he's whispering in your ear, asking if his fingers feel good. Once he finds your G-spot, he keeps hitting the spot over and over again to the point where you can't even think clearly.

...yeah

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ６－ＡｃｔｓｏｆＳｅｒｖｉｃｅ

－ If Life Is A Movie - Miriko Usagiyama - My Hero Academia

－ In which you make breakfast for your hardworking pro-hero girlfriend's day off.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Okay, we got strawberries, eggs, salmon, rice…” You counted off each dish on the serving tray to make sure you had everything checked off on your list. White porcelain dishes serve prettily plated food, all which held the required nutrients your pro-hero girlfriend required to maintain her physique - strawberries for antioxidants, eggs for proteins, salmon for selenium, and rice was the staple food, of course.

You stand in the kitchen in your loungewear set, the morning sun pooling into the high rise apartment nestled in the heart of Tokyo. Today of all days is one you want to make special for the other woman in the bedroom, who still rests fast asleep in the fluffy blankets and sheets. You’d been wanting to do this for a long time; you know more than anyone endless hours and hard work Miriko puts into her work. There was a reason she was in the top five, after all, and that didn’t come easy for a woman in such a profession.

Miriko worked hard, day in and day out, never having the time for herself. Days off were as rare as a four leaf clover for the hero, and you wanted to make this one as relaxing and memorable as possible. And the most important start to any day is a well balanced breakfast.

After pouring a glass of orange juice and setting it onto its place on the serving tray, you add the final touches to it to complete the plating; a small appreciation card and skinny glass vase with a singular rose inside. Proud of your display, a big smile graces your lips as you pick up the tray with your hands and make your way to your shared bedroom.

Gently kicking open the door to walk into the room, you’re met with the sight of Miriko sitting up in the bed, aimlessly scrolling through her phone. Her ear twitches slightly at the smallest hint of noise and causes her to look up, her eyes widening at the sight of what you have in your hands.

“What’s all this?” She asks, a radiant smile tugging at her lips, and it warms your heart. The way her body immediately pans to face you entirely, straightening to open up to you completely, the surprised look on her face; it makes pride swell within your chest.

“Just a little treat for my hero,” you sing while approaching the bed, setting the serving tray down and allowing the bunny hero to see it in its entirety. From the corner of your eye, you swear you can see the ball of fluff attached to the end of her tailbone quiver in delight.

You press a kiss onto Miriko’s temple, which earns you a sigh of comfort. “Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You murmur into her skin. Soon the feeling of arms snaking around your waist pulls you away from her slightly, only to have your lips stolen is a sweet kiss. One after another pressed onto your lips, each just as loving as the last, until you’re both giggling, breathless messes.

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chaibewriting · 1 year

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MESSAGES.

A DOLLAR MAKE ‘IM HOLLER! (( pt. two ))

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! bakugou katsuki

-> NOTES: after the previous fiasco, y/n goes back to living her life like normal. but what happens when she begins to receive messages and calls from unknown numbers? will the police help her?

-> WARNINGS: stalking, unknown numbers, sexual content, nonconsensual photo taking, paranoia, anxiety, threats, tanjiro got that glock on him at ALL times, 6k+ words.

PREV NEXT

THANKFULLY, after the two hotheads had left the restaurant, you had no other problems to deal with for the rest of the night. However, as you finished off your shift for the evening, the parting words from the silver haired man had stuck with you like glue. The thought of dealing with them again made you frustrated as well as fearful. Despite being well-trained in basic self-defense and having the ability to stick up for yourself and others when deemed necessary, you were still allowed to be afraid. Something was wrong with the two of them and you certainly didn’t want to find out what it was.

Hours had passed, the customers had trickled down to none, leaving yourself and those on the evening shift to clean up like usual for the day. Nothing out of the ordinary, and before you knew it, you were locking the restaurant up and waving everyone off, urging them to stay safe on their way home and that you’d be looking forward to seeing them the next day. That was one thing you were happy about, you actually enjoyed your job, even with the obvious drawbacks that came with it at times. With a huff, you messed around with your jacket and tugged your bag a little closer to your body, beginning your walk down the street towards your apartment building. It was bordering on being pitch black, with a sprinkle of fairy dust in the sky, aka stars, but you were fortunately able to see your surroundings with ease thanks to the street lights— even with their eerie flickers that needed to be taken care of by the ctiy. You would have taken the bus or a taxi to your apartment, but there was really no use since it took you about three minutes to get there by foot. You were saving money and time so it was worth it, even if you had to walk past lightless allies and abandoned buildings. You haven’t had a problem with walking home so you could only assume you were safe. Plus, you didn’t exactly have a car to drive anyways.

With a huff of relief, nearly cringing at the sight of the cloud of heat suddenly coming from your mouth and colliding with the cold winter air, you were pleased to see you were nearing your building. And once you got to the parking lot, you walked towards the stairs and began to trudge up them to go right to your door. All while doing this, you failed to notice a particular black hybrid car following behind you from a safe enough distance to not alarm you of its presence. The need to get inside and bundle up left you ignorant of the watchful eyes that were taking careful consideration of where you lived, what door you had walked to, and how long it took you to find your keys, open the door, and step inside.

As soon as you shut the front door behind you, you dropped your keys onto the tiny table you had nearby the door and kicked off your shoes, slipping into your comfy slippers so you could shuffle around the house, warming up your hands by rubbing them together. Making your way deeper into your comfortable home, you flipped the lights on and found the wall-mounted dial that controlled the AC and heater, turning the temperature a bit so your living space could heat up. It was about ten when you’d arrived home and that prompted a quick but needed shower, mostly for clearing your nerves and getting rid of the build up from today’s extremities. A good shower or lengthy bath always had a calming effect on you, but you were a little too eager to wait for a bath, you had to call your friend before the day ended.

Once you’d gotten yourself cleaned up and changed into different clothing, you made your way into your bedroom with our phone and flopped on top of the bed, already dialing up your closest friend. A couple of dial tones later and the phone was picked up, much to your surprise and relief.

“Moshi mosh?” A familiar and soft voice inquired.

“Nezuko! You’re awake, thank goodness. Hi, how are you?”

A brief pause was heard, which was then followed by a cheerful hum, you could almost hear the smile in her voice as she responded to you.

“(Y/N)! I’m doing great. And yourself? I hope you had a nice day at work… When are you going to come visit Tanjiro and I?”

With a nervous chuckle, you rubbed the back of your neck, sitting up on your bed to turn your phone onto speaker phone to continue the friendly conversation.

“Ah, I’m not sure yet, I may be able to come this weekend if I don’t end up burying myself in work, y’know? How’s work going for you? I haven’t been by the flower shop in a while.. I should stop by sometime.”

“You should! Come and have tea with me sometime, the shop’s been doing pretty great even if we’re not in the most… aesthetic part of the city. I’ll even give you some flowers on the house, and no I won’t take no for an answer.”

Her words made you remember one of the main reasons why you had called in the first place, causing you to clear your voice before responding once again.

“I know I know, I promise I’ll come and annoy you one of these days… I also wanted to ask you about something. Do you know anything about the, er, uh… I believe they’re called The Explosives or something like that.” Following your question was a pregnant pause. Something about the lack of response on Nezuko’s end made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you were worried that you may have offended her or something, but it’s not like you could see her face. You had begun to overthink so much that you nearly missed your friend’s response.

“The Explosivos…? Yes, yes, I know them, only a little bit about them though. They, uh, run this part of town, apparently… I don’t know much about them other than that you shouldn’t get on their bad side, there’s no telling how they’ll react. They’re a gang of aggressive people run by two equally aggressive men. I think… Tanjiro may know more than me since he’s a detective and all, you’ll have to ask him, Y/N.” After fully absorbing her words, you stiffened immediately and shuddered, those two couldn’t be… they couldn’t, there was no way, but you had to find some way to make sure.

“Nezu, do you happen to know what they look like..?”

“Hmm? What do they look like…? Well, I’m not sure, I think I’ve… heard… big brother…”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. She was falling asleep! And once Nezuko drifted off to sleep there was no way to wake her up until she woke up on her own, you had to get her to answer now before she passed out.

“Tanjiro said what? What’d he say?? Please don’t go to sleep, Nezu!” You pleaded, nearly leaning off the edge of the bed trying to hear what else she was going to say. Nothing. She’d fallen asleep.

With a sound of frustration, you rubbed at your temples and hung up the phone, plugging it up onto the charger near your bedside. You’d have to call Tanjiro tomorrow instead, hopefully he could fill you in on the missing details.

…

Did the universe hate you this much? The next day after your call with Nezuko you had tried to reach Tanjiro, only to find out that he’d gone on a mountain retreat with some of his cop buddies, for some training camp of sorts where the phone reception was shit. And what were the odds? He’d be gone for a week. You can only hope that your assumption was wrong and the two men you’d had to deal with yesterday were just some lackies from the group and no one important. It’s not like you could do anything aside from that, and so, you continued on with your life like normal, your week was the same as they always were, and before long you had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal. You were far too busy with work to dwell on what had unfolded a week ago, you had even forgotten to call Tanjiro to ask about the heads of the group. Being in the business of customer service made situations like that happen more offen than naught, so it was truly no surprise that you had forgotten all about those two men who’d disturbed your business. And that… would be the beginning of your downfall.

Just as a sense of normalcy for you was being reached yet again, everything came crashing down on you one morning when you were getting up to get dressed for another weekend shift. You were planning on going to see Nezuko after your shift to surprise her since you hadn’t met up in a couple of weeks, it was something to look forward to so you were in an especially good mood that day. In the middle of tugging on your work pants, you were interrupted by the sound of your ringtone and being a little spunkier than usual, you went to retrieve your phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID, speaking rather chipper into the phone.

“Hello?”

For a moment, there was silence, but then you heard the sound of heavy breathing, making you wonder if you were hearing things.

“Uh… Hello? Can you hear me?”

More heavy breathing.

“… I think you’ve got the wrong number, goodbye..!” You hung up afterwards, pulling your phone away from your face to go and look back at the call log, frowning when you saw that the call was from an unknown number. You were about to tuck it into your pocket after tugging your pants on the rest of the way when your phone rang again.

Unknown.

Once again, you answered the phone, but you were a little harsher this time with your tone.

“Hello? Who is this? This isn’t funny!”

“…”

“Don’t call me again.”

Yet again, you hung up. And then it rang again, only a second after you had successfully ended the call. Quickly, you declined it. And then they called again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

This was beginning to piss you off, someone must be pranking you. With a slight tick in your brow you quickly blocked the phone number and shoved your phone into your pocket, continuing with your day, your happy mood was ruined. But, you were going to continue on with your day as usual and forget about the weird game of phone tag, you pushed it to the back of your mind, and you were doing just fine until you got off work early. Since you were so work-oriented, you didn’t bother to check your phone often, and you were surprised to see a text message notification waiting for you across your lock screen as you started making your way to the bus stop so you could ride down to Nezuko’s Flower Shop. Since you didn’t have notifications previewing on, you decided to read it once you got safely to the bus stop where you took a seat on the weird metal bench underneath the bus shelter that looked more like a sculpture than a seat; it was the city’s way of making the seat as uncomfortable as possible so that the homeless wouldn’t sleep on it. They should have been focusing on more important things, but you digress. Unlocking your phone, you entered into the messaging app and opened your most recent text, having to do a double-take at the tiny words on the screen that greeted you from a number you didn’t know.

I don’t appreciate you blocking me. No worries though, I’ve got other ways of reaching you. I’m keeping my promise after all.

You reread the message a couple times, trying to understand what it meant and if it was for you. And then, your blood ran cold when those three little dots popped up, signaling that they were typing a new message. You felt anxiety swell up inside you upon seeing it and you wanted to quickly hit the home button, but it was too late, the message had already been sent, popping up and nearly making you jump out of your own skin.

I can see you read my message. Why aren’t you responding? Block me again and see what happens.

The threatening undertone of the text message had you quickly exiting out of the app, right as the bus had pulled up and opened its doors. Hurriedly, you stood up and climbed onto the bus, ignoring the incoming swarm of texts as you scanned your bus pass and went to take a seat in the back. Rosa Parks wouldn’t have approved but you were far too stunned to think about her right now.

After getting situated, you turned your phone to look at your lock screen again, only to audibly gasp at the amount of text message notifications you’d gotten in the span of less than three minutes. Whoever was messaging you was demanding your attention, wanting you to respond back to them since you’ve read their messages. Who was this? What did they want? With a sense of frustration and bewilderment, you opened the messaging app again and answered one of the many texts they’d sent you.

Who is this? Do I know you? What do you want???

Milliseconds later, you saw your message was read and then those three little dots popped up yet again. With a mingle of many different emotions, mostly anxiety, you waited for them to answer.

They had to have the wrong number. Who could be messaging you like thi—

Woooooooooooow.

How could you forget about me, Y/N? Especially after all the effort I’ve put into learning about you.

As soon as you read that, you blocked the number, though you subconsciously knew that that wouldn’t stop whoever from continuing to find a way to contact you. That, however, didn’t stop you from turning off your phone and avoiding the problem all together, eager to get to Nezuko’s Flower Shop and find some comfort in her calm yet cheery personality.

That afternoon, you finally made it there, and were immediately greeted by open arms and bright eyes, eager to talk to you about anything and everything while the two of you shared a pot of tea she had just freshly steeped. Her presence always seemed to calm you, no matter what situation you were in, you were always grateful that you had met her back in school, the two of you had been close ever since. In an attempt to forget the strange messages, you didn’t bother to bring them up to Nezuko and instead, the two of you discussed other things, such as your work, hobbies, and the new shipment of sunflowers that Nezuko had gotten from the cute farmer boy Zenitsu.

It was a nice change of pace from working all the time, spending some time with Nezuko and having your friendly talks, the two of you teasing each other about romance and whatnot. With ease, the deeper you sunk into your happy conversation and with every new mug of tea poured, you were shoving this new development further and further away from the main track of your mind. And for good reason. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this?

…

Texts. Calls. Voicemails. Hundreds upon hundreds a day. You were drowning in the paranoia that was beginning to eat away at your sanity. How many days has it been since this started? When was it ever going to end? After that evening you had departed from Nezuko’s flower shop after rejecting her attempts to drive you home, you had made the mistake of turning your phone back on and immediately regretted doing so when you saw the new rush of missing calls and messages.

You look pretty today. You should wear those jeans more often. See image attachment.

Who are you dressing up for like that? Wish I could suck on those soft looking thighs. Bet that fat pussy of yours tastes just like honeysuckle.

Do you like jewelry? I saw this and thought of you. Want me to buy it for you? See image attachment.

Thinking about you and that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Are you a spitter or a swallower? Think it’d be hot either way. Bet you slobber too, don’t you?

I was thinking about you today. I remembered the way you smelled and that’s all I can think about. What kind of shampoo do you use?

The messages you got were a constant rollercoaster, going back and forth, it was almost like they had two distinct personalities. It was unnerving.

The voicemails mirrored the strangeness. Heavy breathing. Groaning. Grunting. Whispered curses. Suspicious clapping. You were starting to think you were going to get gray hair after dealing with this shit for so long, even though in reality it was only a week.

No matter how many numbers you’ve blocked, the messages continue without pause. The threats that came with you blocking the numbers had stopped all together because, at the end of the day, they still managed to call, and text you from an entirely new number, each and every time.

You could have gone to the police, you should have, but what were you supposed to do? As long as the messages don’t escalate, you should be fine.. Right?That’s what you keep telling yourself at least, no matter how unsafe you feel, even in your own home, even when you go back and forth from work to home. Things could be worse, you remind yourself as you head to work again for the umpteenth time, ignoring the newest spam of messages that were no doubt going to try and ruin your morning. Ever since you started receiving the unwanted attention you’ve been extra vigilant with every move you made, but you weren’t going to let the weirdness impact you too much, you kept your work schedule and your already struggling social life underwraps— all while ignoring whatever was sent on your phone unless it was from someone you knew. You hadn’t told anyone about this, not even Nezuko, you didn’t want to worry her. And perhaps you should have told Tanjiro because of his occupation, but you didn’t want to make either of them become worried on your behalf, they both had a tendency to be rather protective over you, which you appreciated, but sometimes they babied you and that was annoying.

As you began to walk to work, you started to reminisce about your High School days. You’d just moved to Musutafu from your hometown, it was… an adjustment, improving your Japanese and becoming better adapted to a new culture. You were different. You stood out. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but mostly in an uncomfortable way. People were mean, especially teenagers, you hadn’t realized just how ruthless and abusive they could be, teachers brushed it all off and swept it under the rug. No wonder why the death rates were so high. After a month of being at your High School you were convinced that there were no more good people in the world, that was until Nezuko had appeared, she was the new girl after you and people flocked to her like moths to a flame. You did feel a bit jealous at first, but then, unexpectedly she had approached you with a look of awe— something you were used to as people looked at you like some kind of animal at a zoo, but there was something about her gaze and her shy smile that you couldn’t look away from. The soft spoken girl with unnaturally pink eyes introduced herself to you and asked to be friends, while also eagerly asking you things about yourself. The two of you had hit it off with surprising ease and Nezuko was your first real friend since moving there. You had become inseparable, and with that, it wasn’t a surprise when you had ended up meeting her older brother, Tanjiro, who quickly took you under his wing as yet another younger sibling. Having the two of them as your friends has been quite a blessing.

As you approach the front door of the restaurant, you pull out your keys and unlock the doors, sighing as you step inside and begin to set the place up, waiting for the others to come in for the little-later-in-the-morning shift. Who the fuck wants wings and beer at 9am anyways? You didn’t open your franchise until 11:30 am. You began to wipe off the tables and leathered seats, simply for sanitary reasons, and went back to your nostalgic daydreams.

Being best friends with the steadily-growing popular new girl wasn’t always gumdrops and rainbows. Absolutely not, especially with you looking the way you did. Not only were you drastically different from others in this country based on skintone alone, you were also bigger than most, especially in this country, making you a prime target for bullying. Nezuko hadn’t always been around when girls in your class would come to pick fights with you or try and belittle your character, and Tanjiro was an entire class above you so he definitely couldn’t be around all the time either. You didn’t have a problem with defending yourself when proven necessary but that didn’t stop people from pushing you or shoving you a little too roughly into doors or walls or into the corners of desks.

You stopped daydreaming for a moment when you heard the bell at the front ring which meant someone had entered, looking up from the spot on the table you’d been buffing for the last five minutes, you smiled at the sight of Pony and gave her a quick greeting, which she returned with a smile and went right to work. Moving away from the table you’d buffed to perfection, you moved to another table and dove back into your memories.

A quiet chuckle escaped you when you remembered what happened when Nezuko had invited you over to her home to study, and when you were heading up the stairs to her room her eyes just happened to see the bruise on your thigh that your school uniform skirt failed to cover. As soon as the two of you were in the privacy of her bedroom, she began to ask you questions. They were simple questions, but somehow she ended up pulling the truth out of you and you spilled everything to her, telling her about the snarky bitches that were always coming up to you behind her back to bully you, which resulted in bruises like the one she had seen. You weren’t 100% sure what happened once you’d told everything to her since all she did was hug you and change the subject but after that, she was always by your side, even more than before, plus, you saw a lot more of Tanjiro. It had gotten to the point where neither of them would even let you walk anywhere off and on campus without either of them by your side. You wouldn’t want to imagine what would happen if you told them you had a stalker now. Sure, they were both grown ass adults with careers but you never underestimated their protection skills, you were an unofficial yet official member of the family after all.

By the time you’d finished your reflection, you were back in a decent enough mood to work with a small smile on your face, acting as the hardened backbone for your girls as the day went on. You couldn’t have asked for a happier life, even with this creep situation you’ve been put in, but you wouldn’t let it take control of your life. As far as you could tell, it was probably harmless (but still perverted), it was just someone hiding behind a screen and sending you vulgar messages, with the occasional dick pic here and there, or… pictures of you walking home at night or leaving Nezuko’s flower shop or pictures of expensive jewelry in a jewelry store. You’ve seen shows about stalker cases like this in fictional crime shows, the police don’t do anything until the person being stalked gets their home broken into or if the stalker gets up close and personal or if— the stalker kidnaps them. You shudder at the thought and quickly shake your head, remembering where you were at at the moment. It was a little later in the evening but you were still at work, you had plenty of things to busy yourself with and distract yourself from the impending danger. And so, that’s what you did, you buried yourself in your work like you usually did whenever you needed to dissociate. It worked most of the time, even now.

But, in doing so, that meant that time sped up a little faster for you, and you were forced to face the music after running on auto-pilot all day. You don’t even remember cleaning the tables and saying goodbye to everyone, when you finally came to, you were back where you started, only this time you were locking up and the sky was dark, not bright like it was when you first got here. It was time to walk home, again. Which meant you had to speed walk all the way back to your place while simultaneously looking over your shoulder, searching for something out of place or to see if anyone was following you.

Only when you got into the comfort of your own home did you let out a breath you’d been holding, haphazardly kicking off your shoes near the front door and peeling off your jacket to toss it into the hallway closet. After putting on your slippers, you decided to do your usual nightly routine, but instead of your usual shower you figured a bath wouldn’t be too bad. And so, you slipped into your bedroom and exhaled, enjoying the familiar smells that filled your nostrils, flipping on the light switch to watch as your bedroom was flooded with light. That’s when you saw it.

You sprinted out of your room and went into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife you had out of your kitchen as your weapon of choice. The adrenaline pumping through your veins, mingling with paranoia was making your entire body tremble but you had to confront the situation. You had to call someone. You were freaking out at this point and didn’t know if you'd be able to move an inch from where you were. Yanking your phone from your pants pocket, still holding the knife with your other hand, you backed up into a corner of the kitchen where you wouldn’t be blindsided and unlocked your phone. You nearly vomited on the floor when you saw the recent messages.

You should really get your locks changed, there’s a lot of crazy people out there, doll. I just want you to be safe. Did you like the present I got you? I think it compliments your skin pretty well. And use the money to buy yourself a car, I’m tired of seeing you walk around without any protection. Make sure it’s a white plate, none of those yellow plate shit cars

Your hold on your phone tightened and you looked up quickly towards the hallway where your bedroom door was, your door left ajar. What money? After turning the lights on the only thing you saw was a big, black velvet box in the middle of your bed, nothing else. What kind of stalker leaves money???

Switching out of the messaging app, you quickly chose Nezuko’s contact and started a facetime call with her. After a couple of rings and some silent prayers from you, she picked up the phone. In normal circumstances, you would have laughed at how ridiculous she looked with her panda-themed face mask on but right now you had no time to think of such trivial things.

“Y/N? You don’t usually facetime me, what’s up?”

“Nezu,” you began, instinctively whispering to her out of fear that your stalker was still in your home. “I think someone’s in my house and I don’t know what to do.”

There was a pause on her end as she stared at you in silence for a moment, trying to see if you were joking or not but then she got up and moved. “What do you mean? Are you still inside? Why aren’t you calling the police? I’m gonna tell Tanjiro to go to your place right now!” She had dropped her voice down to match your volume level while hurriedly walking around her shared home. You looked away from your phone to glance around your home as well to see if you’d see something you weren’t supposed to, and when you saw nothing you decided to speak up again, finally making the decision to tell her what’s been going on lately. “I-.. I’ve been dealing with a stalker who’s been sending me weird messages and calling me every day and sometimes they send me pictures of me doing things like watching home and going to work and-“

“Wait a goddamn motherfucking minute—“ Nezuko suddenly said, using all of the English curse words you’d taught her without even a lick of an accent. “You have a stalker and you didn’t tell anyone?? What the actual flying fuck, Y/N? I’m coming right now. Stay where you are and don’t hang up the phone. I’m gonna put myself on mute for a second so I can talk to Tanjiro but I’m still watching you, alright?” She said, muting her end of the facetime so she could hurry around her house. You watched as she moved around with purpose from a weird angle of her holding the phone so that it was pointed underneath her chin. She would occasionally glance down to make sure you were still there but eventually she came across Tanjiro, currently going over a case from work. You looked away from your phone screen for a moment to keep a lookout for any movement in your apartment or listen for anything suspicious. So far, there was nothing, it looked like it was just you here, but you weren’t stupid, you weren’t going to go and investigate by yourself. The best thing would be to wait for Nezuko and Tanjiro, even if you were halfway there to biting your nails clean off from sheer anxiety alone.

Just as she promised, the two of them had quickly shown up to your place and Nezuko remained on the phone with you the whole time. As soon as you saw that she and Tanjiro were literally right outside you hurried to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open, letting the two of them come inside. Tanjiro came in first and silently motioned for the two of you to remain near the front door after it was closed and locked. He was currently in his pajamas since he’d rushed over here as soon as Nezuko told him of the situation and he drew his gun, holding it safely in front of him with the barrel facing downwards. Similar to what you’d seen on countless TV shows with police officers going into homes for raids, he began to stealthily check your apartment out, making sure that no one was lurking in any corners or was hidden somewhere in the dark. While he had disappeared down the hall to check out your bedroom and bathroom, Nezuko placed a hand onto the small of your back and rubbed a comforting circle there, hoping to ease your nerves even while you remained clutching the knife. The two of you waited there for what felt like hours in suspense, not hearing a thing, not even the sound of Tanjiro’s footsteps.

Perhaps you were on edge, rightfully so, but when he came back around the corner you couldn’t help but to bring the knife upwards, a little closer to you in case you needed to protect yourself. But, upon seeing it was just the personification of sunshine himself, you sighed, lowering the knife as he approached with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, Y/N-chan, didn’t mean to scare you. I was coming back to tell you that no one’s here but I did grab the things off the bed.” He held up a gloved hand that was currently holding the box you saw earlier, along with a bright red envelope. “Are these the things that spooked you?” Seeing that there was no immediate danger, you lowered the knife completely to your side before nodding your head. The older man frowned at that, seeing how shaken you had become and nodded his head, speaking up again. “Let’s pack up some things for you and then go back to the house, I wanna hear more about this ‘stalker’ you’ve been dealing with lately.”

…

As much as you hated the idea of being babied by your two long time friends, you didn’t seem to mind all that much right now, currently sitting in between the duo of concerned siblings. Just as Tanjiro had proposed, you had decided to come completely clean to the two of them about the recent issues you’ve been having to deal with. It was awkward for you, showing them the vulgar messages and letting them listen to the nasty voicemails you had been sent over the span of a week. Tanjiro seemed especially disturbed by the things he was reading, wishing you had told him about this in the very beginning considering he was a police officer after all, and also saw himself as your older brother. Once you had shown them everything on your phone, Tanjiro put the ‘gifts’ down onto the coffee table where the three of you had been sitting on the floor in front of the living room couch. He still wore a set of black latex gloves, popping open the velvet box with caution to see what was inside. And then, almost with inappropriate comedic timing, the three of you gasped at the same time upon seeing the snowflake-cut citrine pendant with gold around it, a solid gold chain to match, sitting prettily in the case. You could only imagine how much it must have cost, which begged the question of how much money was in the envelope? It seemed that your brunet friend was asking the same question with the way he picked up the envelope to slowly peel it open after setting the velvety box down. And once it was open, he pinched the sides of it and pushed them inwards, causing the envelope to pop open in an oval shape, revealing the thick stack of yen that was more than you’d ever seen in your life. Silently, the three of you stared at the things in front of you, not daring to move or say a word. Tanjiro had seen his share of stalker cases but nothing like this.

That was an hour ago.

A few minutes after your group discovery, Tanjiro left the house to take the necklace and envelope of money down to the police station for processing, hoping that prints could be pulled. He told you and Nezuko to stay inside while he was gone and make sure that everything was locked, which neither of you hesitated to check. Once you were safely inside of their home, or as safely as you could be, Nezuko took you to her room where it was decided you’d share a bed for the time being. But for now, you couldn’t sleep, and neither could she. How could you? You were still shaken up about the whole ordeal. Someone had let themselves into your home, invaded your privacy, and was keeping tabs on you like you were their property. It was unsettling beyond belief and you were truly unsure of whether or not you’d be able to sleep a wink after this. However, you spoke too soon, it seemed that the adrenaline pumping its way through your blood had dissipated completely and you were beginning to crash from working so hard all day. Has Nezuko’s bed always been this comfortable? Before you knew it, you were drifting off into a deep sleep and watching the back of your eyelids, Nezuko soon followed after.

Your phone, placed on top of the dresser on the side of the room pushed up against the wall near the bedroom door lit up the darkened ceiling, displaying a message that you wouldn’t be able to miss the minute you woke up and checked it.

You really shouldn’t have gone to the cops, piggy. It’s not like they’re gonna do anything for you anyways. And going to your lil’ friend’s house ain’t gonna help you either. I know everywhere you go, everywhere you sleep. You can’t run away from me.

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-> AUTHOR SPEAKS: y’know it’s serious if sweet lil’ baby nezuko starts cursin’… anywho, who do you guys think is sending the messages and gifts? hehehehe i bet y’all already know but you can’t tell who is who. gimme your best guesses!

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