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***Rating: 18+

***Warnings: Angst!, Hurt maybe Comfort, Mentions of mental health (reader is going through it), somewhat corrupt Hero society, implied tulmultuous relationship with family, Some violence involving the reader, (warnings may change/will be updated)

*** Chapter specific warnings: Aged up smut!, vanillia sex, minor body worship, minor size kink (if you squint), oral sex F!recieving, F!reader topping, Unprotected sex

***Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader

***Summary:

The man continued to twist and contort. A desperate trembling hand reached out for you, as if you hadn’t been the cause of his pain. You continued to jot down notes. Ignoring his incoherent pleas for help.

From the corner of your eye you saw the woman run past you. You were sure she was making a break for it with the bag her partner was holding previously. You expected her to get out of the store, but not far from the area.

What you weren’t expecting was the sudden flash of green light. It was followed by a violent rush of air. The woman flew across the room, her body crashing into the decorative wall panelling. She fell to the floor along with some debris.

Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.

In the doorway, standing at an inconceivable height was the Symbol of Hope. Number one hero Deku.

‘This definitely didn’t look good’ you thought to yourself as you stood over the nearly incapacitated man.

This didn’t look good at all.

***Word Count: 5.8k+

*** A/N: Y'all there's smut in this chapter. It makes up like half the word count lol. It's not particularly raunchy or anything as this is a plot with porn situation, but I still gave some warning here and above. If you want to skip it, it starts after the phrase "...Crawl into bed" then it's basically the rest of the chapter.

"Sake and Doodles"

Inko held onto everything Izuku didn’t want in his own home. She filled one of her guest rooms with it. Over time it became his unofficial room. It was a place he retreated to when his job got overwhelming, or hit an emotional low. Wherever Inko went, home followed and she made it a point to let Izuku know that her door was always open to him when he needed to recuperate emotionally. Aside from that it was just convenient. He was able to shower and change before dinner.

He ruffled damp, green almost black, curls with a towel; Droplets fell to his plain t-shirt, dampening the fabric around his shoulders. His phone on the nearby dresser almost startled him. Then he remembered what he had been doing in the garden, aside from tending to the iris.

Message from Shoto

We’re having an issue with that background check

He was unsure of how to reply. He bit into his lower lip as he thought of what to say. He had to try and process what this could’ve meant.

To Shoto

What kind of issue?

He watched the bubbles on the screen pop up and then disappear over and over for almost three minutes. He wondered what kind of text message he would get and how long it would be. He had half a mind to skip dinner and head over the agency right at that moment.

Message from Shoto

We’ll have to talk later. In person.

He rubbed at the back of his neck. His mind raced. What did Shoto mean? What would he be walking into come Monday morning and what about you could’ve caused an issue?

He had made the quick, thoughtless, decision to include Shoto in his little investigation. He didn’t tell him about all of his suspicions, but told him enough. The agency had a branch that did intel, but Izuku didn’t want to alert either one of his business partners prior. So, he attempted to research you himself, but that turned up very little. Now that you weren’t much of a secret to his friends he decided to use the resources he had at his disposal. He felt like this was all some kind of cosmic mistake. More stress on top of their group's current issue.

“Izuku, are you ready? Dinner is just about done,” his mom called up the stairs to him. Her voice snapped him out of his more pessimistic thoughts. He rationalized that Shoto could handle whatever the given situation was. Monday’s issue would have to be handled on Monday.

.. ..

The original plan to make an intricate fruit platter for Izuku went out the window the moment you bumped into him at the farmers market. You settled on a simpler, less time consuming dessert. Strawberries and whipped cream on sweet bread. You insisted on making the dish yourself to Inko. While Izuku was perfectly fine just doing the dishes used to make the meal, Inko felt bad leaving you in the kitchen alone as a guest. You tried to tell her that dessert would be quick, but it still didn’t sit right with her.

So, she sent Izuku into the kitchen with you to get some of the dishes done. Any room with Izuku in it immediately felt cramped. He really was massive. Even as you stood at the cutting board making sure every berry was precise in size and thickness, you could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

The sound of the knife hitting the board and running water was the only sound that filled the kitchen. Both of you thought about saying something, but neither had the courage. Without Inko to triangulate conversation off of, it was dead between you two.

“I’m almost done setting the table,” Inko called from the dining room.

The scene you were caught up in was so domestic. You hadn’t had moments like this in a while. As much as you were enjoying it, it filled you with something akin to grief. You probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to do it again. Occasionally you would look over your shoulder to steal a glance at him. You wondered if this is what he looked like that night he called you.

The running water from the sink being turned off somewhat caught your attention. Izuku finished washing the first round of dishes. He loaded them into the sterilizing dish rack for one last cleaning measure. Before leaving the room he said, “Thank you for joining us tonight.”

“It’s no problem,” your voice was soft and almost airy, “I’m enjoying the evening.”

“Do you um, think we can talk later?” his voice was now also soft, as if he didn’t want Inko to overhear anything. You nodded in response. You returned to the strawberries, but struggled to cut them with the same level of consistency. These little dessert sandwiches wouldn’t be the prettiest. But you doubted either of your polite hosts would care very much.

.. ..

Another round of drinking with Midoriya, well Midoriyas. You should’ve known it would be trouble. But Inko was so polite and inviting it felt rude not to take her up on her offer of a sake pairing with dinner. Sake was vastly different from the drinks you had earlier in the week. Its taste was a little dull with a slight burn as you swallowed, but it was good with the katsudon. Soon after dinner ended and dishes were returned to the kitchen you three sat around the table sipping on the remainder of the warmed sake. The sandwiches and their tea pairing were forgotten about when everyone became invested in the conversation.

Izuku watched as you managed to relax even more. His mom had gotten out a pen and paper and jovially you began sketching out ideas for his suit. You leaned over the table, practically spilling out of your seat to show Inko your ideas. Izuku sat with his head in his hands watching as you gushed over your designs. Inko was absolutely delighted to hear what you had to say.

“Midoriya is a natural warm autumn, he’d look great with a green that had stronger yellow undertones. I was thinking about some color blocking as well.”

You smiled as you sketched out your ideas. Izuku felt a slight pang of guilt. He hadn’t thought much about the job he was forcing you to do. Yet, here you were enthusiastically showing how much effort you had put into it, despite your true feelings.

He rested his head in his hands and concentrated on your drawing explanations. His eyes felt slightly heavy as the sake began to take effect.

“Is that a mock neck?” he asked carefully eyeing your work

You stopped talking and for the first time in a while you looked at him with big (E/C) eyes. “Um yeah, why do you not like it?” you replied quietly.

“This would be my first suit without the attached half mask.”

“Well can you remember the last time you wore that mask?”

The three of you were quiet as he thought about it. He couldn’t name a date, but he was sure there was still a purpose for it. Before he could answer your question you began to defend your choice. “You sort of leave it hanging to the wind in combat most times, but that’s a safety hazard, like capes.”

He was also guilty of enjoying a good cape from time to time. Your explanation made sense. He could recall the amount of times Katsuki had tugged at the additional fabric in passing to be a jerk during training, but he had an emotional attachment to that part of his suit.

“How about you try her version and if you absolutely cannot live without your mask you can have her alter the suit,” Inko suggested.

Izuku wondered, if you were any other engineer would you have just given him his way? You were so comfortable telling him no. He found it a little endearing; you had a willingness to deny him anything you thought wasn’t good or harmful. So, he agreed. No half mask.

“You know,” Inko began.

You looked at her with an overjoyed smile. You seemed to enjoy your time off with his mother more than he did.

“I made Izuku’s very first suit.”

A very first suit? You thought about every era of the number one hero's suits, up until the one he currently wore. “Was that the one before the arm braces and metal steel shoes?” you asked. You had demonstrated a knowledge of heroes before, but it only now occurred to Izuku that that might also extend over to him.

“No, there was one before that. I believe it took too much damage in a training session,” she looked to Izuku to confirm the memories that had become distant and fuzzy, due to time. He nodded that was more or less the truth.

“So you’re a seamstress?” you asked.

Inko took a moment to think. She smiled at some memory she seemed to be preparing to share. “No, Izuku’s grandmother was. I picked up a few things here and there.”

You were sure that she was being modest, a few things here and there didn’t equate to being able to make a whole wearable suit. It was so apparent who Izuku took after. “Please Mom, a few things doesn’t cover her skill level. She followed my crudely drawn suit design precisely, somehow. She’s amazing!” They were both flushed. Izuku was likely flushed from the alcohol, but Inko’s was from the compliments.

“Well, if I need an extra pair of hands on Midoriya’s suit I know who to turn to.”

For what felt like the first time the whole night you checked your phone. It was late and your mind instantly went to work. You’d likely go into the office during the day and stay late. Getting sleep was ideal. Unfortunately, no one was able to keep track of time when faced with good conversation.

“Thank you for the meal, but I’ve got to get home,” you said standing up from your seat. You began collecting the used dishes, but you were stopped.

“I don’t think anyone is in a reasonable state to take you home at the moment,” Izuku piped up.

“That’s okay, I’ll just call a cab,” you answered. Though you weren’t sure you’d be able to find a cabby who’d make the trip to almost nowhere at that time of night.

Inko looked at you with maternal panic. “I couldn’t in good faith send you off into the night with some stranger driving you home sober or not,” she told you sternly. She had grown so fond of you in such a short period of time, the idea of letting you go off and something happening to you plagued her naturally anxious mind.

“I have to get to work in the morning,” you told her so softly it was almost apologetic. She reached out for your hand and you gave it. She spoke carefully, yet forcefully.

“We can’t leave immediately, but you are welcome to stay the night. Izuku or myself are willing to take you home in the morning.”

She sounded just like Izuku did when he tried to get you to put on your seatbelt. The tone, the expression, all the same. Inko Midoriya had unknowingly created one the greatest heroes through her own kindness and empathy alone. You conceded, you knew this song and dance. You were in no position, nor were you in the mood to stop a Midoriya from doing what they felt was right.

So, you agreed to stay the night. Inko left you and Izuku to clean up the kitchen as she prepped the guest room for your stay. This left you and Izuku in almost complete silence. You decided to join him at the sink, taking freshly washed dishes and putting them in the sterilizing rack. Your fingers brushed over his as you took a plate from him. Both of you froze, then looked at the other. This moment felt like an invitation for conversation.

“I um, like your drawings,” he mumbled out as he continued to wash.

“Thank you,” you replied, “I promise the concept art looks a lot better. I’ve been meaning to show it to you, but it seems our schedules haven’t been aligning lately.”

“Except for tonight,” he smiled.

“Yeah, except for tonight. The universe is funny like that.”

The casual banter stifled the tension momentarily. It drifted naturally onto other topics, like favorite heroes and their costumes or gimmicks. It was nice for Izuku. You made doing a mundane task interesting. Your knowledge on popular heroes was almost up to par with his. He could listen to you go on about how you would change Hawks’ hero costume. Ways you thought it could be improved. Items you’d be capable of making for him. For once Izuku wasn’t dominating a conversation on this specific topic. He felt like he could listen to you for hours. It felt like maybe you would go on for hours, till Inko entered the room once again.

“The guest room is ready. I’ve laid out clothes you can borrow, an extra tooth brush, and more than enough linen. Let me know if you need anything else,” Inko told you with a smile.

After the dishes, Izuku showed you to the spare room. He dropped you off there for the night, the conversation you were supposed to have now long forgotten. That was fine by you. The excitement of the evening's festivities seemed to catch up to you. You were ready to crawl into bed.

.. ..

A gentle knock on your door echoed out into the darkroom. You turned on the dim bedside lamp and briskly walked to the door. You assumed it must be Izuku. Maybe he didn’t forget about the talk he asked for.

When you opened the door you were met by a shirtless pro hero. Black and orange Dynamight branded sweat pants hung low on his hips, the drawstring loosely and lazily tied up. He drowsily leaned himself against the doorframe. His scarred arms were folded over one another. You caught yourself staring at him again. Taking mental pictures of him for “measurements later”, is what you told yourself. It was also what you settled on telling him if he mentioned it. But he wouldn’t mention it. He simply didn’t notice. He was too busy checking out your bare legs. The t-shirt you were given came down just below your mid thigh, but with every shift it would hike up just a little bit higher. It was one of his older ones that must’ve been randomly circulating through the laundry. He couldn’t deny that he liked the way you looked in his shirt. You looked better in it than he thought he did.

You noticed the way he was looking at you first. The intense pointed gaze that raked over your form made your heart race once it came to your attention. You bit at your lower lip as the thought of reaching out to touch him crossed your mind briefly. Your fingertips burn with anticipation at the thought, then they tingled with the memory of having felt him previously.

“Can we finally have that talk?” He asked in a hushed tone. His voice was low, a little groggy with an apparent need for sleep, likely from his long day in the sun and the several glasses of sake from dinner. You nodded and moved aside to let him in the room completely. He made sure to close the door behind him, so as to not disturb Inko. He came closer to you so that you two could hear each other as you two spoke solely in low whispers.

“I just wanted to say sorry for, well everything. I didn’t know the toll all of this was taking on you.” He continued to speak quietly and quickly, but it remained genuine. “It’s okay, Midoriya. You couldn’t have known. I want to say sorry about being unprofessional previously.”

He gestured to both of you lacking some clothing and then said, “It’s okay Y/N, I think we’re way past the point of needing to be professional with one another anyways.”

“Thanks again for cooking with my mom. She really liked your company…”

The sound of his voice became almost inaudible as your focus dropped to his lips. You were fixated on them as he spoke. You loved the way they parted, the way his tongue quickly swiped over his full lower lip on occasion between words or sentences. You wondered what shade of pink his lips would turn when they were met with a little bit of friction.

“Hey, Y/N are you okay?”

His question broke you out of your thoughts. You nodded in response.

“Are you su-”

He stopped when you stood on your tippy toes and cupped his warm flushed cheeks in your hands. He practically melted into your touch and allowed you to bring his face down to yours. His large hands instinctively found their way to your waist; the shirt’s fabric gathered and bunched up where he held you. Now you two stood in an embrace, nose to nose, forehead to forehead. The soft light from the bedside lamp emitted dim warm light around the room; It made every shadow on Izuku’s face soften his features.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, despite your lips so close they were practically brushing over his already. He didn’t respond verbally, instead he closed the small space between your lips. Your hands moved from his face. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your free hand found its way to the soft freshly conditioned curls at the nape of his neck. He deepened the kiss. One hand desperately held you close, but the other roamed. His hand pushed up your shirt and ran over your skin. He recalled the calloused feeling of your hands, but was delighted to find that the rest of you was soft. Your skin was practically silken to his rough calloused hands. He grabbed at the swell of your almost bare hip with some slight vigor.

You let out a pleased hum, lips still moving against his. His teeth nipped at your swollen lower lip. There was an air of desperation to his actions. He pulled his lips from yours and began leaving quick slightly forceful kisses and love bites along your jaw to your neck. “Up,” he muttered, now buried in the crook of your neck. The command came out with a low rasp you hadn’t quite heard from him before. He practically lifted you like you weighed nothing, barely waiting for you to assist him and jump into his arms.

Your knees hinged over his hips. Two large hands pressed you into his torso, one gripped the underside of your thigh, the other supported you at the small of your back. You cupped his face, desperate yourself to feel him against your lips once again. But just before you reconnected your lips you leaned in close, just barely making contact with the shell of his ear and whispered, “I want you. All of you.”

Your words had his semi erect cock now straining against pants. He had been wanted before and by many. Wanted for protection and security, wanted for status and fame, wanted carnally. But no one had conveyed the same kind of desire you were. You wanted him, even the parts that frustrated you, that had made you a little crazy. Your desire was all encompassing, not flimsily dependent on the fact he was a hero. If you wanted him, all of him, he would give it. All of it.

He carried you to the bed and lowered you to the mattress. After being placed down with a gentle yet hastened drop, he comfortably slotted himself between your parted legs. His hands returned beneath your shirt. This time with more intent than just mindless exploration. He gathered and guided the fabric up your torso, past your chest, and over your head. You were left almost completely bare to him. Nipples pert and pebbled from contact with the cool conditioned air.

Izuku didn’t know where to start. He was spoiled for choice as you laid there looking up at him with pleading anticipation. He was sure you’d be pleased as long as you two were touching. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed as if he were just thinking out loud. Heat pooled in the space between your legs, if Izuku wasn’t between them you’d squeeze your thighs together, desperate for the pressure and friction. Desperate for relief.

“Please,” you whined, “just touch me.”

How could he deny you? He dipped down between your legs. He came to eye level to your dampened panties. Thick curious prodding fingers met your clothed clit. You jerked away slightly, your own hand came to your mouth to stifle a whimper. You were so reactive and he had done almost nothing. He looked up at you with such determination it was almost intimidating. What had you gotten yourself into?

He pulled you back down the mattress by the ankle, closer to him. His fingers hooked the waistband of your underwear. He gave you one last look as if asking for reassurance, for permission. Slowly, you nodded. He carefully guided the thin fabric down your bare legs and placed your legs carefully over each of his shoulders. His fingers traced light circles on the outside of your thighs, as he admired your slick glistening folds. He almost groaned at the sight of it. You really were gorgeous. Izuku maintained domineering eye contact as he lowered his mouth to your needy clit, leaving a trail of burning kisses to the inside of your thigh. A pleasurable heat spread throughout your body, it made your toes flex, your fingers threaded in his soft curls, you slightly shifted and arched off the mattress.

The stimulation of long languid licks was nearly overwhelming, you jerked away, yet your eager walls constricted around nothing. His large hand came down on your lower tummy, keeping your hips as still as possible. In his mind he had made it a personal mission to see to it that you were satisfied and hell, he would absolutely be seeing it through. His free hand traced the length of your sex, collecting your damp arousal before teasing your entrance with a single thick finger.

Your hands traveled down to the one that kept your pathetic still bucking hips pinned to the bed. You held onto his wrist and managed to grip fuel unmoving fingers, as if it provided emotional help. “M-Midoriya,” you cried out, knees attempting to come together despite the fact he was still between them, lapping at your sweet essence. His teasing finger slowly entered you. The constricting muscle fluttered around the finger that filled you, but he pulled his face away leaving your clit unattended.

“Izuku,” he corrected. You could barely comprehend what he was saying as he added another finger. All you could manage was a quick confused hum that spilled into a quiet moan. Your nails dug into his lower wrist and palm. “My given name. Call me by my given name.”

He loathed the fact that you had still called him by his last name, when you had made him comfortable enough to use your first. Now, he was going to make sure the impact of that name lingered in your memory. Anything, but his first name would feel wrong to you.

“Repeat it,” he commanded just before pressing his thumb to your flush swollen clit. All that managed to fall from your trembling lips was a series of incoherent moans. It wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted to hear his name, clearly. “Let me hear it. I want to hear who’s making you feel like this.”

“It’s you, you Izuku,” you managed to breathe out between nearly melodic whimpers.

He loved hearing that. It made his heavy leaky cock ache for you. He thought it possible to be able to cum almost nearly untouched. For now, he returned to his place between your thighs, as if he was stationed there by some divine force. Every one of Izuku’s actions was sped up slightly. Slick covered fingers that moved within you were followed by a gentle curling motion. They hit a tender spongy spot inside you, that hastened your breathing and heart rate. Your hips still attempted to move as you were chasing your close release.

Izuku provided more welcomed pressure with slow, more frequent licks, followed by toe curling light sucks. Your hand came over your mouth, teeth biting into the soft flesh of your palm as you held back screaming his name into the still of the night. Pleasure overtook your trembling body with a flood of endorphins.

He moved above you, caging you in. Despite his much larger form eclipsing over you, you felt as if you were being bathed in his essence like the warm glow of sunlight. But to Izuku, the afterglow of your orgasm made you burn brighter than the heat of a thousand suns. You reached up above you, carefully taking his face in your hands again. He slipped his hand under your head. You both held each other so intimately. He expected you to kiss him again; he silently hoped for it.

As your face neared his, he closed his eyes with anticipation. Instead of your lips meeting his own, he was caught off guard. You had managed to completely flip your positions. He was stunned as his back hit the mattress with a muffled thud. Had he been paying close attention you probably wouldn’t have gotten the opportunity. But as he looked at your naked form hovering over him, your face looking down at him with a playful expression, he decided to disregard the completely distracting thought. Basking in your beauty was his only motivation.

Your hands steadied themselves on his firm chest. Your hips began to rock in a fluid motion against his. Quickly his hands gripped at the junction between your hips and thighs. He practically hissed at the sensation.

Your voice was quiet and breathy as you spoke, “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

Your words practically froze him in place. The way you had spoken, made his skin warm and burn with lust. The only thing he could manage to say was, “please.”

Your fingers traced their way down his defined stomach. The muscles tensed at the light sensation. You tugged at the tied up drawstring at the top of his pants. The neat knot they were once done up in was no more. “I’m going to need a little help with these,” you said with a coquettish grin. Gladly, he obliged.

His cock nearly stood at attention. It lay hardened against the inside of his thigh. Beads of pre cum leaked from the flushed tip. It looked so swollen and needy, it was so easy to forget how intimidating it appeared. The sheer size and girth was enough to make any sane person question their actions, but the high of your previous release was something you had yet to come down from and something you were eagerly seeking again.

You took your previous place straddling his bare hips. You sat on top of him like you had owned his lap. Both comfortable and confident. You lifted your own hips inches above his and took hold of his shaft. “Wait.” He took you by the hips and began to sit up, halting any further actions. You knew what he was thinking from the momentary panic on his face. You hushed him with a gentle push to his chest. “It’s okay. I’ve been on birth control for a while now.”

This seemed to calm any concerns he had. You were a smart woman, no man would be baby trapping you anytime soon, pro hero or otherwise. Without any further hesitations you guided the girthy underside of his member between your still wet folds. Both of you let out a breathy gasp as his tip caught your already sensitive clit. “F-fuck,” he studdered out under his breath. It was probably the first and only time you heard him cuss. You repeated the motion, allowing him to glide through your damped sex with ease. He bit down into his lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. His hands kneaded at the plush of your thighs, urging you for more. His eyes were glossy and apparently so as they caught the low lighting, his face was pink. With one hand on his chest for stability, you cupped his cheek. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him. He was borderline feverish.Poor baby.

You lifted your hips once more. Your hand moved between your warm bodies and grabbed ahold of his throbbing length, giving it a quick experimental pump. His own hips thrusted upward into your fist, slightly throwing you off balance. “H-Hold on. Be patient,” you scolded. He obliged, but with a low dissatisfied mewl. You hovered over his leaky tip. “You’re being so good for me,” you managed to whisper out as his cock met your dripping entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, there was a slight burn as you stretched around him. Drinks with friends wasn’t the only fun activity you had desperately been missing out on because of work.

You slowly allowed yourself to sink down on him. A sudden gasp left your lips as you felt him completely bottom out inside you. His girthy tip nestled against your eager willing cervix. You threw your head back slightly looking at the ceiling, “Give m-me, a minute please,” you breathed. “Sure.” He looked up at you in all your glory, hair wild, breasts practically in his face and pushed together as you still used his chest for stability. He thought seeing you out of work clothes was a sight to behold. He never thought things with you would escalate to seeing you outside of your clothes, skewered on his cock, preparing to ride him.

He had also found you beautiful, but the way you regained composure and looked down at him through your lashes made him wonder if his inability to leave you alone came from his sense of justice or his attraction to you. He didn’t get to ponder the question long before you began slowly rocking your hips against his. The feeling of his veiny cock dragging against your inner walls, had the corner of your eyes pricking with tears. You leaned forward, your swollen sensitive clit was pressed against his pelvis. The pressure caused your walls to flutter around Izuku.

His fingers and nails dug into your soft supple flesh, sure to decorate your hips and upper thighs with bruising later. Your movements slowed as your thighs began to ache. Everytime you bounced upward he slammed you back down onto him. The force knocked you forward. You reached out and caught yourself on the headboard in front of you. He couldn’t help himself. You were so warm and so tight wrapped around him. Your hastened fluttering walls had gotten him so dangerously close to his own release. He wanted it, he wanted you. He was desperate now. He thrusted up into you, but he needed to feel like he was filling you even more. In one swift motion he scooped you up, careful to make sure he still remained inside you.

Your knees were now pressed to your chest, back against the mattress, head comfortably placed in the crook of his elbow. Somehow in this new position he managed to sink deeper inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him, nails running down already scarred skin on his back. You pulled yourself up closer to him; chest to chest. The burning in your stretched out inner thighs almost matched the sting of being stretched out by him.

Every slow sensual movement and rut of his hips hit a divine spot inside you. Your legs trembled, had you remained on top they probably would’ve given out. A pleasurable scream threatened to rip from the back of your throat, the only solution you could think of was to bury your teeth into Izuku’s shoulder; The muscles flexed at the sudden pain. A groan left his lips. He could feel the way your warmth tightened and constricted around him. You both were so close to reaching your highs. He sped up his pace. He gripped the underside on your knees and pushed you deeper into a mating press. Heavy panting became louder as he continued to plunge himself within you.

“I’m so close, Izuku,” your whines were muffled as you spoke into his shoulder. The slight gloss to your eyes had turned into full on tears. “I know. I can feel it,” he told you. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple. He reached down to where you both were joined together. He began rolling your clit between his fingers.

You jolted, the sensation enough to throw you into your euphoric high. You clamped down around him. The tight restriction of you sucking him in further encouraged his own release. Your creamy inner walls were masterfully painted in his milky cum. Your heat still fluttered around his softening cock. Gently he pulled out. You whined at the lack of feeling full of him. He still held you close to him as you both shook from the endorphins flooding your sweaty bodies.

You both kept in each other's embrace for a little longer. Your warm sticky flesh practically melded together. It was uncomfortable as Izuku pulled away from you. Out of the two of you, he seemed to retain more of this energy. Izuku got up, pulled up his boxers haphazardly and left the room.

The action made your chest feel heavy. Heavier than you wanted to admit to yourself. Your tired mind raced with nagging thoughts. They told you that you were stupid, stupid enough to give into a carnal feeling. Stupid enough to let youself get used. You could only blame yourself for it. You sat up, you had to get yourself cleaned up. You were sticky. A mess. Your body ached as you hung your legs over the side of the bed. “Stupid,” you whispered to yourself, quick to wipe your watery eyes on the back of your hands.

“Oh, wait, don't get up too quickly.”

Izuku’s soft voice came from behind you. In hand he had a damp cloth and bottled water. As he approached he located your discarded shirt and brought it along with him. He stood in front of you towering over your seated form. He pressed a large hand to your warm cheek, his thumb whipped away any remaining tears. “Do you need anything?” he asked gently. You shook your head then leaned into his touch. The only thing your tired mind and body wanted was him close to you. You hoped he wanted the same.

In the back of both of your minds you had concluded that this in fact complicated things. But in that moment the implications of your situation would be lost to sleep.

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Why is this chapter so long!!! ???

Oh yeah, does anyone want me to start a taglist for this story? I forget that tumblr readers don't get updates like on ao3.

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B A S I C S

Name: Reese "Ree" Lynch Age: 15 Birthdate: Janary 13 Species: Human Gender: nonbinary Orientation: demisexual Profession: team skull grunt; alolan island trial participant

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Blond, styled like a mullet, with bangs tgat used to go over their left eye. Eyes: green. left has a scar running from about halfway up their forehead down to the top of their cheek. One is clearly blind. Skin: freckled, pale skin that burns easily in the alola sun Height: four foot ten inches/147 cm Weight: 75 lbs soaking wet

F A M I L Y

Siblings: Renji Lynch (age 28) and Riley Lynch (age 22) Parents: Renji Lynch sr (age unknown) Ramona Lynch (age unknown) Grandparents: unknown Other Relatives: unknown Any Pets? their pokemon -- an ever expanding list.

S K I L L S

Pokemon training, pokemon syncing, cooking, learning, escape artist.

T R A I T S

STRENGTHS. generous, sensitive, honest, adaptive, thoughtful, steadfast, amicable, clear headed, dependable, encouraging, supportive, relaxed WEAKNESSES. Stubborn, blunt, distrustful, wary, lonely, temperamental, discouraged, argumentative, puts up walls so other people can’t get to know them, prone to lashing out when threatened

L I K E S

Colors: Greens. Smells: vanillia, sweet smells in general, rain, . Textures: stuffed animals, furry friends, the calloused touch of someone they trust. Drinks: chocolate milk. must be mixed with applesauce.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: no, they're baby Drugs: no, they're baby. Driver License: legally they can't because of their visual impairment, so no. Ever Been Arrested?: by nanu, if that counts.

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l3gaci-1926 · 3 years

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angelsflowergarden · 3 years

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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if the world was ending - kevaaron au pt 6

we‘re slowly getting our happy ending i think? anyways shout out to the guys who sticked around ever since part one and encouraged me to publish the parts!! hope you enjoy this one as well! stay hydrated, eat something, feel hugged (or take a finger heart if you don‘t like physical contact) and know that i love you!! also this one‘s out of aaron‘s pov!!

the song of this part is if the world was ending by julia michaels and jp saxe

check this out for part 1-5

Aaron only planned to get to his dealer that night, just wanted the voices to stop, just wanted the feeling of numbness again

What he didn‘t want was landing in the hospital, but when did anything ever work out the way he wanted?

So when he was on the way to his dealer, tears clouding his vision, he didn‘t see the stop sign. He didn‘t notice the truck. And that was how a truck landed in the passenger side of his car, Aaron losing consciousness and somehow waking up in the ER of Chicago Hospital

„We called your emergency contact, they said they would come as soon as possible honey“, a nurse told him.

What they apparently did not know was that his emergency contact was Nicky, who left him for Germany.

Aaron wasn‘t mad. He got it. Nicky gave up so much for him and Andrew, never getting the love he deserved, he did his best.

Plus Nicky would probably call Andrew his way so he wasn‘t alone until he got the first possible flight to sit by his side for a few days before returning to his picture book perfect family.

Aaron wasn‘t mad. He really wasn‘t. He just missed his cousin. The only constant in his life, the only good part in his family.

Having a twin brother is pretty nice as well - in theory as well. Until said twin brother refuses to talk to you. Until said twin brother chooses his stupid boyfriend over you. Until you realize said twin brother doesn‘t care about you.

But Aaron couldn‘t blame him. He wasn‘t interesting enough for anyone to care about.

Aaron slipped in and out of consciousness

„I can‘t get morphime, I‘m an addict“, he said in one of his moments of consciousness. Not that he would particulary mind getting morphime, he wanted to get high after all, but Kevin‘s stupid little voice wouldn‘t let him go. „Why do you only call me when you‘re high Aaron?“, Kevin‘s face when he came to see him earlier, the day they decided to go to rehab together as friends and it ended up as them falling in love

„That‘s alright honey, we got you“, the nurse replied.

The next time Aaron woke up after that was in a white room, alone in an uncomfortable bed. Alone with his thoughts because Nicky wouldn‘t be here for at least another day. His brother was somewhere with Josten. The only person he really wanted to see refused to talk to him. Which is understandable to be fair.

Taylor, fuck he needed to tell her where he was.

Aaron was just about to look for his phone when someone kicked his door open, hurriedly crossing the room to be close to him.

Slowly Aaron raised his eyes, looking who it was. Kevin fucking Day was in his fucking room.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, Kevin was close to tears, for whatever reason. Obviously not for Aaron, right?

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, shutting himself down, it was safer that way.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“, Day ever so unimpressed by Aaron‘s walls replied.

Nicky worrying about Aaron that much made the blonde feel warm inside, important, loved.

Nonetheless Aaron couldn‘t stop thinking about the person that didn‘t care to show up.

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron‘s voice was barely audible as he hid his face in his pillow, in case those traitous tears made their way down his cheeks.

„Andrw does care about you, he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied in a soft voice, Irish accent slightly audible, the voice he used when he‘s about to be emotional or scared or mad or overall feeling strongly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

Was that worry in his voice? Could it be that he actually cared? No, no that couldn‘t be. Not when refused to talk to him.

„Car accident, not that its any of your fucking business“, Aaron replied, trying his hardest to sound as if he didn‘t care that Kevin was there with him, trying to push Kevin away, to protect his heart from another rejection.

„How are you?“, Kevin said, his Irish accent becoming a little stronger, voice thick with worry. Worry? Why would he worry about Aaron?

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron answered sarcastically, looking anywhere but Kevin‘s smaragd green eyes, maybe even the green of the lake they used to go in rehab, in the fluroscent light of the hospital.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, the Irish accent was now so strong Aaron could barely make out the words.

Aaron couldn‘t take it anymore, he turned around. Maybe Kevin would take the hint that he wasn‘t able to be close to him, not without being hurt, not without feeling empty. „Not that you would care“, he said, voice barely more than a breath against the pillow.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Something about Kevin mentioning Aaron‘s naked ass made the blonde boy blush as he turned back towards Kevin. Aaron didn‘t even notice that those strangers undressed him. That made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“, Aaron replied to the earlier statement, because he wanted to hurt Kevin, wanted the other boy to leave him just like the rest, just like he deserved. Aaron didn‘t need empty promises and lies - God know he had enough of those in his miserable life. Aaron didn‘t need pity or words of comfort or kindness. Aaron didn‘t need Kevin Day. Unless he did.

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Whatever Aaron expected to happen it certainly wasn‘t that. No one ever payed attention to him. No one ever listened to what he had to say. No one ever showed him that they cared about him. No one ever payed enough attention to him to see that he was worth their attention.

„You really did listen“, Aaron said, quietly, not able to put his feelings into words.

Aaron Minyared was never good with words. Causing pain with them? Yes. Sarcastic comments? Sure. But declearations of love? Or a simple thank you? Or really anything that would fit this situation? No, Aaron couldn‘t do that.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, the voice with tears, words hidden behind the strong Irish accent, was what made Aaron look up. Looking up into eyes the color of the lake they used to go to in their summer spend in the rehab clinic, tears falling down his beautiful cheeks, uncontrollable and messy.

„You? Not enough?“, Aaron whispered, eyes locked with the taller boy, „I was not enough. I was never enough. Not for my mother. Not for Katelyn. And certainly not for the Queen of Exy. I was never a good enough player, I was never a good enough student, I was never a good enough person. You deserve the best. Someone that loves Exy the way you do, someone as passionate and beautiful and strong as you. Not a burden. Not a no one like me. You deserve the sun, things that are bright and warm and beautiful. Not some broken, poor trailer trash. Not some drug addicted wannabe doctor. Some who can give you the love you need. Not someone struggeling to accept themselves. Not someon who can‘t even look at themselves accepting that they fell heads over heels in love with a man, struggeling to accept that, thinking someone will come and beat the shit out of them because it‘s the only thing you know. I don‘t understand the yearning, I don‘t understand the wanting, I don‘t understand the pain your absence causes me. Because I was never loved. Not properly. I mean sure I know Nicky loves me, but that‘s different. You deserves someone who‘s not too fucked up to be able to show love, not someone so fucked up they don‘t even understand the concept of love. You deserve somoene who can give you things. I can‘t offer you anything. Nothing. Nothing but a heart screaming your name. Nothing but a mind you reign. And I am so fucking sorry I ever left you without saying goodbye. I am so fucking sorry for being a coward. It was never because I stopped loving you. In the contrast. It was because there was not a single day where I thought I was good enough for you. There was not a single day the little voice in my head would shut up about how you are way to fucking good for me. You deserve so much more than I can offer you. So much more“, Aaron‘s voice broke at the last more.

„This was never your choice to make. I am a grown up fucked up man, I can decide who I can and will love very good on my own and I know you never wanted to hear it. But I chose you. I‘ve been falling in love with you ever since I met you. Started with a cute little crush. Ended up here“, Kevin said coming closer and closer to Aaron. „You talk about being so fucked up, well guess what? So am I. I am sick and tired of being seen as the Queen of Exy, of being reduced to Exy and my past alcohol problem. It‘s like I am nothing but the stick in my hand. I am nothing but the sport my mother invented. I am not even a human being anymore. At least that was what I was told. Until I met you. You and your stupid sarcatic remarks. The thougt of you seeing me was enough for me to keep trying to impress you somehow, make you see something worth keeping. But it was never enough. It would never be enough for someone to stay“

„Kevin Day. Born on the 22nd February 1986. Excuse me I don‘t know the exact time but about 7:15 pm. Your favourite color is red, not the Ravens red, the deep dark red of the Trojans because you associate it with Jeremy Knox and he was some kind of fucking sun in the nest. You had something with Jean in the nest. Riko that absolute fucking asshole somehow found out and tried to force you to do terrible things to Jean. But you couldn‘t do it. Not because you are weak like you like to think, no because you are kind and have heart of gold. I can‘t believe I just said that I want to vomit. Eww. Anyways you have massive self-esteem issues because you either think you‘re a walking failure or you have a god complex and there is no fucking in between and I love that about you. You have a constellation of freckles on your back and a little tattoo on your left hip. It‘s a little sun and a little moon on the right. Because you love the sun because it‘s bright and warm and you like that. The moon is far away, it‘s cold and lonely. The sun is your mother. You are the moon. Over your heart you have your mother‘s signature tatooted. Because she watches over you and unlike mine you actually can associate nice things with her. You want to move to Ireland once you retire. Because you want to be closer to your mom. You have your whole ass wedding planned already, because you love planning events like that. It‘s like your fucking secret superpower. You think cows are adorable and you want to pet one so badly. You are scared of chickens and swans and ducks. You are lactose intolerant and you have sport indicated asthma. You don‘t like when other people touch your arms and your back. You like forhead kisses. You like holding hands. You like showing affection, but not in public because you‘re scared what people think of you. You pretend to be arrogant and an asshole but it‘s all just walls around yourself to protect you. Secretly you just want someone to see right through it. Unlike me you do actually paint and you love photography. I know you rented a secret little atelier. Your favourite historical period is the 20th centuriy and you are oddly obsessed with eastern european and Irish history. You love horses. You love cows. You want to do horse riding once. You try so very hard to be more than just Exy. Hyperfixations are your coping mechanism. And spontaniously buying like 10 books. You love reading. You love tea. Your favourite genere is in fact not historical fiction but fantasy fiction based on history. You love rambling about random historical facts and I loved listening to it. You love soft kisses more than the hungry ones. You hate that people want you for your body, not your personality. You hate being sexualized. You hate being an object. You hate your title. But at the same time you love it. You just want to make your mother proud. And your dad. Right now you‘re wearing your mother‘s ring around your neck. Wymack found it somewhere and gave it to you. You haven‘t put it down ever since. You want to paint your nails because you think it looks pretty but you worry too much what people would think about you. You listen to classical music. You play the violin and the piano. You learned it at Palmetto somehow. You learned it because your mother used to play the fiddle, said it made her think of Ireland somehow, and when you were sad she played you some Irish lullabies on it. You love the Irish culture. You love Ireland. And your biggest dream is to get married on one of Ireland‘s cliffs. Because the ocean calms you down. Helps your anxiety. In summer your face is covered in freckles and not only your face. Oddly. You actually love swimming. Or sitting at the water. Looking at it. You collect books. You collect stones. You collect whatever you think is beautiful. You also like collecting shells. You hate to label yourself but you always preferred boys. There are days where you feel more feminie, days where you feel more masculine and days where you feel like neither. Today is a masculine day I see. Jeremy made you braclets when you

told him you were like him. You feel terrible about leaving Jean back but you also know that it was necessary. You are strong and beautiful and I know you canno see that and I know you don‘t want to hear that. You are more than your body. You are so much more. And the only reason I was stupid enough to leave you was because I thought I was not good enough. And an unhealthy amount of internalized homophobia. I just hear my mother‘s voice inside my head when I hold your hand or kiss you and I hate that. The moment I had to sleep without you the voices grew louder and it didn‘t even take a week before I had to find a dealer. I called you when I was high because the voides were silent. I called you when I was high because admitting that I missed you and that I need you was easier than. The two to four hours I slept were filled with you. In my dreams you were with me. You kissed me. You held me in these ridicously strong hands. You were with me and the world was okay. And when I woke up and you weren‘t here I just didn‘t want to get up. My grades got worse because I wasn‘t able to concentrate without you. Yes I am able to funciton without you, it was just nice to have something good in my life once. And yes I will be able to keep it up without you. A B or C here and there won‘t hurt too much. I will probably be able to become the neurologist I want to be. I will get through life. It will just not be the same. It will just be grey and black and white. With you I had colors“

„That was hard for you to say right?“, Kevin asked, tears still silently running down his cheeks.

Aaron nooded, watching as Kevin‘s face came closer and closer until he could feel his breath against his cheeks.

He was about to ask someone as a loud knock was on the door and the door was opened rather aggressivly, making Kevin get away quickly.

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goofyspokemonworldbuildingcorner · 6 years

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suga-honey-icedtea · 6 years

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@taetendo tagged me in this thing so like, I’m gonna do it and tag people to do it too :)

I’m tagging (Obviously, you don’t have to do it!): @packetofsuga, @tony-montana-shit, @sugahyungg, @princess-ellie-pabo, and @anklebcters

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name: Jasmine

nickname: Jaz, Jazzy, bun, Jazzyboo, Jazzybear, queen of destruction, Jassiebassie, Jasmine Applesauce (I have a lot but I literally can’t think of the others)

zodiac sign: Libra

height: 6′ or 183 cm

languages spoken: English, basic Spanish (I understand it better than I can speak it)

nationality: American

orientation: Bisexual

favourite fruit: I love strawberries and oranges

coffee, tea, hot chocolate: I’d prefer water or juice but hot chocolate I guess

favourite seasons: spring and fall

favourite flower: I love all flowers but my top three are jasmines, tiger lilies, and lotus flowers

favourite scents: I like the smell of cucumbers, bleach, strawberries, vanillia, cinnamon, my twilight woods perfume, spicy food, cut grass, the ocean/beach, my shampoo/conditioner.

favourite colours: pink, light/pastel blue, and green

favourite animal(s): sea turtles, tortoise, tigers, elephants, giraffes, orangutans, dogs, manatees, whales, crabs.

average hours of sleep: between 4 to 6

dog or cat person: I love dogs so much, cats not only scare me but I’m allergic.

favourite fictional character(s): Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister (Game Of Thrones), Rosalie Cullen (Twilight), Fiona Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich (Shameless), Dallas Winston (The Outsiders), Grandma Tala (Moana), Tony Montana (Scarface), Atticus Finch (To Kill A Mockingbird), Georgiana Cavendish (The Duchess), Lena Duchannes, Ridely Duchannes (Beautiful Creatures), Yzma (The Emperor’s New Groove), Fawcett, Sophie (G.B.F), Bennet Drake, Homer Jackson (Ripper Street), Seong-kyeong, Sang-hwa, Yong-guk, Jin-hee (Train to Busan), and like a lot more I won’t list to bore you :)

number of blankets you sleep with: Two in my dorm but three at home

dream trip: I want to travel the world but I’d love to do a historic tour of Europe and Asia because I’m a slut for history :)

blog established: This blog was made in October of 2017 but I’ve been on tumblr for 5-6 years now...

followers count: Just right :)

random fact: When I get a new idea for an au or whatever, I’ll listen to the song I either got the idea from or what I was listening to when I came up with the idea on repeat for days, just so I’ll remember to eventually write it down somewhere.

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drunkonaesthetics · 7 years

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Iced Chocolate: My boyfriend!

Iced Lemon Tea: My favorite band is the Gorillaz and my favorite song is Despair in the Departure Lounge by Arctic Monkeys

Iced cafe Mocha: Look out the window or run outside :)

Green Tea: 5′6″-5′7″

Iced Coffee: Of course! My favorite book is A Man Called Ove

Sparkling Water: Already answered

Rose Hip Tea: Gay lmao

Thank you so much!!

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inceptius · 7 years

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Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag followers you’d like to get to know better!

Name: Niamh

Nicknames: Nam

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Height: 5′2

Orientation: straight

Nationality: irish

Favorite fruit: Pomegranates BONUS: Favorite Vegetable: yuck

Favorite season: Autumn/Winter (They’re kinda the same season in ireland)

Favorite book: ohh either The Lord of the Rings series or The Spooks series by Joseph Delaney

Favorite flower: cherry blossoms

Favorite scent: vanillia

Favorite color: ehhh blue green purple or grey , I can’t decide

Favorite animal: Cats or wolves

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee and tea

Cat or dog: ehh I’d prefer the company of cats but either would be fine

Favorite fictional character: Batman,

Number of blankets you sleep with: one

Dream trip: an around the world hiking/cycling trip

Blog created: like 5 years ago....

Number of followers: ehhh around 50 i think

tagged by @i-put-the-sass-in-assassin

I tag : @zygoat @levixizaya @lightningboltwishes @

#tag #about me #thank you

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