fanfic writers, pls… im begging y’all… give me confident, arrogant neil josten 🧎♀️ i need this man to KNOW how hot he is and weaponize it. i need him to put second son, wannabe, bitchass riko moriyama in his place. i need him to use his first son status. PLEASE, IM BEGGING 🧎♀️
small peak into the level of étoiles patience at circa 4 am for him after a full day with no pvp 💔 this is the second time he ran into foolish randomly (transcript + translation beneath the cut)
Roier: What?
Etoiles: No, no, no, sorry.
Foolish: [surprised yelp]
Quackity: [laughs] What the fuck?
Roier: Okay, Quackity, aquí te espero. I’m waiting for you.
Etoiles: Okay, okay. Okay okay.
Foolish: No, I was just kidding, I was just kidding—
Etoiles: Dude it’s two times, it’s two times! I— I don’t give a shit, I chase you dude.
[FR] Etoiles: Oh it’s enough, bro, it’s enough, it’s enough, after a while—
Roier: Are you trying to kill someone?
Etoiles: Yeah, I’m chasing Foolish.
[FR] Etoiles: After a while it’s enough, bro, it’s a fucking PVP event, it’s not in real life, after a while could we play—
Roier: Woah, woah, woah.
Quackity: [laughs]
Roier: I’m understanding everything man, holy shit, what the fuck, I don’t speak French—
Quackity: He said the opposite of j’aime la vie [I love life]. The exact opposite.
Etoiles: Oh he’s going— he’s goiiiiiiiiinnnng—
Quackity: He told Foolish what he was gonna die from but in French.
Etoiles: He’s going in his fucking spawn protec— [extended noise of pain]
Pro-Hero Dynamight who needs to find a way to blow off some steam or risks another month of desk duty and another drop in the hero rankings, but nothing seems to work.
All the tried and tested methods offered up by his support team, PR team, family and friends seem to fail. He’s just as pent up and frustrated as before, and the scathing tabloids continue to roll in as he’s caught in another unfavorable scuffle with a civilian.
Until one evening he’s scrolling aimlessly through his phone until a photograph of you comes up on his page— such an innocent looking picture, but still Bakugou can’t help but stare. Licking his lips as his gaze flickers to your pretty eyes before gliding down to your pouty lips, following the curve of your neck until he’s met with the top of your shirt concealing your breasts. He feels his cock stir in his pants as he begins his deep dive, going through the different pictures you’ve posted until he settles on one of you laying back in your bed. Sleepy eyes giving the camera a soft smile as he finds himself palming his semi-hard cock through his sweats.
After he feels like a changed man— the anger and frustration of the day no longer heavy on his shoulders, and even his brows aren’t heavily set into a deep glare. The air surrounding him a little lighter as he settles back against the plush pillows in his bed, ready to fall asleep. The next few days everyone at the agency comments on how much more relaxed he is, and how they’ve noticed the change. Even the news articles become more favourable, commenting on his change in temperament. His PR team begging him to keep doing whatever it is he’s doing, and no matter how embarrassing it is, he does.
But he doesn’t even know who you are, and he hasn’t even followed you on any of your socials. Even though he’s using you for such an intimate act.
i would really love to be going down on a guy, like i’m kissing his balls or something and his hand comes around to just hold me in place while he lets out the most devastating moans above me.
and he’s like “yeah, yeah— oh shit. kiss my balls baby.”
“feels so good with you down there. put one in your mou- yes. oh my god like that, baby”
or he’s right on the edge and i haven’t kissed his balls yet but he wants to feel it before he cums. so i just feel his hands pulling me off him and then pushing me down to his balls.
“please. please i wanna- wanna feel it, sweetheart. ohhh- so fuckin’ warm. feels like m’melting, love”
“holy shit i’m right there- kiss them- kiss it, baby. kiss my balls for me, kiss ‘em”