#like the endearing term villains call the heroes

[pendarling]

Loving Names

Hero was perplexed when Villain stopped calling them by their terms of endearment. Things like “honey,” “love,” or “sweetheart,” had made them melt, but they’d never dare show interest to an enemy like that. They were just curious as to why, that’s all.

It was just a bit strange now that they realized after their last few battles with Villain, all the nicknames had disappeared entirely.

In the time they met Villain they always knew there was just something about them that drew them closer. It wasn’t just the way Villain affectionately talked them up or the small remarks that gave them butterflies but also the hints of deeper feelings they left for them with every banter.

It all tore at their heart, of course they can’t openly say something so embarrassing. A hero’s job was to protect the city and its citizens from villains and this one was no exception.

So Hero never reciprocated the behaviour. They couldn’t let themselves become caught up in the emotional drama Villain was leading them in.

At least they should’ve saw it coming. They should’ve known that after denying Villain from the satisfaction of ever knowing how they felt, that Villain would eventually stop pursuing. They would stop the flirting and the lingering gazes. The gentle but brief touches and the high risk close combat that gave Villain a chance to speak soft poems to them.

It was like a reset button had been pressed and Villain immediately returned to how things initially were when they first met.

For that, Hero felt great regret.

Which is why they were planning on confronting them.

***

They found Villain sitting casually at the scene of another crime. It almost seemed unusually quicker than normal. It would take at least an hour to detect Villain at any of these attacks, but it looked like the universe had something else in mind.

Determination pushed Hero toward their nemesis, the question still boiling deep inside them.

Hero walked behind them as the other idly sat on the roof, their feet dangling at its edge. “Villain,” they spoke.

They rose from their position, and turned to look at them with sly eyes. “Just in time. Shall we continue where we left off?”

Without much hesitation, Hero pulled out their weapon and readied themselves for the dance they’ve grown so familiar with.

Villain closed the gap and swung in their direction; their hand aiming for their gut. They quickly blocked the attack and backed up, a swift kick sent them back and let Hero breathe momentarily.

As the battle continued against Villain, their heart began to race out of anticipation for the promised conversation. It would be awkward at first, but as soon as they could get it out they would play it all off cool.

“What’s got your mind wandering?” Villain shoved Hero to ground as quickly as they tugged the weapon out of their grasp.

At first, they didn’t acknowledge the concern, but figured if anything, now would be the time to ask. Their eyes warily stared at Villain’s mischievous mask, though words began to fail them, “Uh…” it had to be now. They couldn’t let this stress take hold of them any longer.

The criminal stood just a few feet from them with a curious glint. They were certain they knew exactly what Hero was going to ask.

“I noticed…” Their voice was a lot shakier as they stood, “That you stopped with all the… names.” Their gaze stayed glued to the ground as their face grew hotter.

Villain hummed with an expression that lightened up instantly. “Oh, what do you mean?”

So they were going to play stupid. Was this some kind of punishment for not giving the reciprocation they were looking for?

They should’ve known and yet…

“You know…” They wiped their sweating hands onto their suit. “You always had a way with words.”

“I don’t seem to know what you’re talking about, Hero.”

They pouted slightly at the responses, “How do you not know? You’ve always called me… other things…” They trailed off. Just how long was Villain intending to keep them in this agonizing situation?

A laughter echoed which sent their head spiralling. Villain moved closer, their steps were quiet enough to match any predator. “I’m starting to think there’s something you want from me. I wonder what it is?~”

Hero tightened their lips. Maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut after all. “I’m only asking a question.”

Villain circled them, still putting on their clueless face, “I can’t answer a question if you won’t make it clearer for me.” They shrugged. The enemy was no where in sight, though they could sense Villain stalking behind them.

A ghostly touch climbed up their spine. With their shoulders tense, Hero spun around to face Villain who was only inches from them. “W-what!?” They stammered.

“You always keep me waiting, Hero. Always guessing your motives.” From their expression Hero caught something change, “A never ending cycle of not knowing…”

They sighed, their heart still hammering in their chest, “Did I do something to upset you? To make you stop… with the terms of endearment?”

Lips curled slowly upwards at their questions. “Oh. So you did like them after all.” They chuckled warmly. “Did you enjoy having cute pet names?”

Hero took several steps back, “What? No!”

“Alright. Then I guess there shouldn’t be a problem then if I stop—”

“No, don’t!” It came out unexpectedly from them. It was enough to make Villain’s eyes go wide, and the air to grow thicker.

Their thoughts tugged at them again, they didn’t want Villain to just stop but they also hated to admit they loved it.

“So you don’t want me to stop? Why?” They chuckled.

Damn it. Villain knew exactly what they were doing.

Their mind fumbled to grab the words they needed to play it all naturally.

“Why? Because uhm…”

“C’mon. I know you can say it for me~”

They nervously tapped their foot to the ground, “Fine…” They said through clenched teeth, “I liked it.”

“You mean you loved it, right?”

They nodded.

Their nemesis’ laughter didn’t stop though, it only increased from there. Villain always went overboard with their teasing. “You loved what?” They leaned in closer.

Their hands tightened into a fist this time, eyes shut as their head hung low. It felt so shameful and exhausting to keep this up. “I loved it when… you call me… your love.”

“Aww… so you aren’t as heartless as it seems” Villain lifted Hero’s chin and brushed the hair from their face, “That’s all I needed to hear from you, my little dove.”

Oh, and there it was again. That satisfying tingle against their skin. That rush of dopamine and excitement.

Villain sensed their change in mood and smiled confidently, “You really take advantage of these pet names, don’t you?”

“Only from you.” Their head tilted into Villain’s palm.

~~~

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[frickingnerd]

dating tenya iida

pairing: tenya iida / ingenium x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, mention of tenya's family

tenya didn't have much dating experience before he started dating you, but he has met his brother's girlfriend and has learned from tensei how to properly treat his partner, so he’s a complete gentleman to you!

at first, tenya was a little oblivious to his own feelings for you, but once he had some clarity, it was rather easy for him to confess to you! after all, he's great at communicating!

tenya wants to be a respective boyfriend and not be too controlling, but he can't help but be extremely protective when it comes to you! he always wants to keep you out of battles and protect you instead…

tenya doesn't easily get jealous. it would take someone he really dislikes flirting with you to get a reaction out of him, like a villain being flirty with you or one of the pro heroes hitting on you while he's around!

though if someone were to try and flirt with tenya, he'd quickly shut them down! after all, he's completely loyal to you and doesn't even want anyone getting the wrong idea!

at first, you might have some problems with tenya’s parents. they have very high standards when it comes to their son, but over time, they warm up to you and realize you are good enough for tenya! though tenya's brother tensei accepts you into the family from the start, knowing how much tenya cares about you!

tenya would try to befriend all of your friends, but be too stiff to really get along with them! his friends on the other hand get along with you great, without any hiccups!

when it comes to pet names, tenya has a few wholesome classics that he likes to use, like “darling”, “honey”, “sweetheart” or “love”. he doesn't know a lot of endearing terms to call his partner, but he enjoys those four quite a lot and would be more than happy to be called those as well!

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[thattimdrakeguy]

Hey,

So if it's not too much to ask, can you give me a summary on the Core Four's personalities? I really wanna know for analysis reasons, I'm re reading all the core 4 young justice and teen titans books and trying to decipher my favorite one.

I can give you the personalities as intended by their creators no problem, Person Newtonote.

Now as you read you might think "Oh, hmm, that doesn't add up with what I've read" when it gets into the Young Justice and Teen Titans books, but that's 'cause different writers write different things, and some writers understand some characters better than others, and some of it is just plain character development, or in worse case writers doing what ever they please 'cause they don't care.

I'll let you judge when what happens.

Onto what you've asked though, I'll try to keep it simple as I can while still being detailed:

Tim Drake:

My personal favorite, that much is likely obvious.

As intended, he is an idealistic young boy, and dreamed of Robin as an even littler boy (he's pretty small for his age). He's clever, and resourceful, and thinks very very highly of the legacy of Robin. It's his heart though that got him his job as Robin, and his compassion and genuine passion for the role of Robin. And he displays what many may call boy scout tendencies. Even admitting to original Robin Dick Grayson that he enjoys helping old lady's cross the road (or something like that.)

Being raised in private schools, without a lot of friends (He's shown having no friends until he goes to public school to my knowledge), he's a pretty naive and oblivious, trusting person. And it's through out his journey's he has to learn how dark Gotham City can get. Though compared to the other Bat-Family members of this era (90s) he's very much the heart and light-hearted youthful energy to it.

His social ability is mostly perfectly fine, he's no complete weirdo. Kid can get friends easy peasy. Easily likable to folks. Endearing. But he has an oblivious side, and can get ahead of himself. Has a habit of getting spiritually adopted by people who instantly want to protect him. Anyone from Batman, to former CIA agents, and even villains. He's just got that babyface on him, and button nose.

He also deals with anxiety in terms of being Robin, being worried that he may be stripped of the job, or let people down, or mess something up. And sometimes that lends him having a lot of insecurities about himself. While having some prior training in martial artists, and implications of having taken gymnastics, also a former boy scout, he still doesn't naturally take to the role like all other Robins around him. Which means he has to try a lot harder to have his keep.

In the Bat-Family in this era (the 90s) he's the heart, and baby to everyone. They're uber protective of him, and take him out of the action when they deem it to be too much for someone like Tim. Within Young Justice he puts on a heavy Robin persona to hide what he's really like. Making himself out to be a more Batman-esque mysterious leader.

When really, he's a dorky, fanboy, who loves Kaijus, Crocky the ??? Crocodile I guess (Basically Barney the Dinosaur), super heroes, cars, Warlocks and Warriors (Dungeons and Dragons), sports, comics, Sci-Fi, fantasy, and cartoons. Self-admitted geek, with some popular interests in there.

Think of Tim as sort of Autistic kind of. He's never officially said to be. But when you read his origin, it's definitely a legitimate way to interpret him. Though I believe his uniqueness is intended to really be molded by Tim's passion, and obliviousness from a lack of parental figures in his very young life.

Tim is supposed to be an optimist, as told by his creator, but to be real a lot of writers seem to forget that, even when making jokes about how he's optimistic compared to others. I think sometimes the writer's own cynism leaks out into him. So remember that...despite a lot of writers forgetting it. Be better than them.

Cassie Sandsmark:

My personal second favorite member, but, please, make up your own mind here.

She's a rebellious teenage girl, and tomboy. She stays up pass curfew to party, but is at heart a good hearted individual who truly wants to help. This comes at odds with her stubborness and headfirst attitude. She hates being treated as a kid. And shows a great deal of intuition and cleverness. She's also a babysitter. Seemingly a good one too.

Her need to prove herself can put itself ahead of her own logic though. And she buts head with her very stuffy mother who doesn't appreciate Cassie's care-free nature. She means a lot to Cassie, and Cassie wants her approval. Cassie's natural being is...very much in contrast to what her mother would prefer though. It's fun.

A lot like Tim she's also shown to be a Super Hero fanboy. For her it's specifically Wonder Woman and the Flash, while with Tim it's basically anyone the writer decides he hasn't met offscreen yet.

Through her journey's she learns to contain herself though, and better use her powers.

Bart Allen:

The most teenager-y teenager you ever seen. He has ADHD, but not the uber-hyperactive, talkative, hugger you see in some more modern misunderstandings of him.

Originally he was pretty quiet. Super popular in his school. Girls loved him and considered him a pretty boy. But in reality he has no social knowledge, because he was raised in basically a video game for two years. He's essentially an alien learning to fit in with human civilization. So he's incredibly reckless without intention. It takes him awhile to truly process the concept of death and related repercussions. So he's sort of dangerous.

He can be quite surly, and mean spirited on occasion. But like most heroes, he has a good heart that comes out in the end. It's just simply the 90s and being Anti-Authority is the norm. His name is Bart after all. Underneath that is a young man who does sweet things when he has it in him.

Just don't think of him like a baby like how a lot of people make him out to be. He's a teen's teen.

Original Bart, like original Tim, and original Cassie, to me, is the best version of the character. The most nuanced, and interesting.

Oh, and minor violent streak on Bart too. Started a fight before, and stuff like that.

He cares inside. That has to count for something right?

Kon-El:

Hot-Headed pervert. Over-confident. Fame hungry. Lady magnet. Stubborn. Head first. Sort of a prick. But again good hearted.

I haven't read him as much as the others, because I don't personally care for him. Then in the early 00s with Teen Titans they decided just to make him an angsty young Clark, which is personally boring.

I don't have a lot of great things to say about him. His solo is very dated, and overtly sexual. Something I have no interest in reading.

He's at his best in Young Justice though, where he isn't written as jail bait by a writer who thought it'd be great if he dated grown women to fulfill teenage boys dreams. Instead you get to have fun with a very flawed character without the distracting perversion...mostly.

Punk styled. Loves dressing like a punk. Until he doesn't. Ruh-roh.

--

Again though, different writers write different things. They catch onto different things more than others, some are plain neglectful, others don't care, some want to change stuff for the sake of it. It's comics, you'll be lucky if it's consistent.

But on my years of studies, all that is what the character's where intended to be by their creators. So a lot of it is a starting pad, but it's also the purest form of them you're going to find.

#Tim Drake #Robin #Cassie Sandsmark #Wonder Girl #Bart Allen #Impulse #Kon-El #Conner Kent #Superboy #DC Comics #Young Justice #Young Just Us

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey thanks for accepting this ask. So what I wanted to ask is how the amazing digital circus crew would react to a reader who's a strong hero...that's incredibly optimistic, dense and Guilable thinking that the world acts like a cartoon/comic sometimes

TADC cast x comic hero type reader!

meant to start knocking out these last two requests earlier this morning but i had to clean up the house a bit; but im finally getting onto it! reminder that requests are currently closed and any requests sent in will not be answered and will be deleted to keep the inbox clean; so please keep your requests until i announce theyre open again! plan on taking a day or two off to rest my brain n back as well as catching up on art and my own personal fic. the requests being answered currently were sent in prior to requests closing with that said, i hope you enjoy this anon!!

CAINE:

honestly i think caine would be the same way, not exactly but i think he would some of the cluelessness in terms of how the real world works... except its mostly with the non digital real world; call it inexperience or something! lets you play hero during the IHA.. honestly you kind of fit right in with your personality, with tropes and being a stereotypical comic book hero, if not a little naïve. pretends he doesnt recognize you when you walk around in your "citizens disguise"

likes coming up with villain npcs for you to fight during adventures

POMNI:

initial confusion when she sees you just walking around with a tie plastered to your chest, asks you what its for as well as dropping your name. even more shocked that youre shocked that she knows who you are. kind of just accepts this is a thing you do and doesnt question it, especially as she settles into the digital world.. at least youre handy during IHA.. i think during my little break i might try to figure out how i wish to right pomni because i really do wish i made her stuff more... interesting

RAGATHA:

honestly i think she would make you stuff to add to your disguise. doesnt want to shatter the illusion for you so she just tries to casually give you stuff out of the kindness of her heart... which isnt... totally wrong.. honestly i dont think she would try to change you or bring up the bad disguise thing so long as its not somehow putting you in danger. in fact i think she finds your whole hero personality endearing, you guys are both optimistic and its nice to be around someone who isnt just. losing their marbles or being a dick.. plus, you arent technically wrong to view the digital world as a cartoon, i mean, look at it and look at the physics of the world and all

JAX:

oh he is going to be a menace, probably makes a joke villain persona to mess with you only for you to immediately gun for him and deal with his "evil antics",, i mean hey as long as jax doesnt put his silly little villain mask back on you wouldnt suspect a thing... maybe... i think he would roll his eyes at some of the things you say, since youre way more optimistic and out there than ragatha... probably uses your gullible..ness... as a means to trick you

KINGER:

honestly the "as a royal myself" line he dropped in the pilot makes me think that at some level he believes himself to be a real king; or maybe he was just REALLY playing into his whole theming and he knows hes just some dude but was trying to appeal to the gloink queen... what im trying to say is that i think there might actually be a solid chance he fully leans into your hero thing, and perhaps even falls for your disguise (if him constantly forgetting gangle is standing right next to him says anything about his observation skills and/or mental state)

ZOOBLE:

similar to jax but also not. finds your optimism a little too much sometimes; especially if youre very outwardly social and friendly so its not like you swoop in to do your hero duties but you also stop to talk to the 'civilians' of the circus.. though unlike jax they wouldnt try to trick you, nor do i think they would exactly be mean to you. a little irritable by your energy and attitude, maybe, but i think zooble gets irritated by almost everyone in the circus.. reluctantly plays along with your disguise

GANGLE:

i think she would be into it, probably draws you in your non-disguise outfit. you get fanart, yay! probably similar to pomni in the whole, just accepts how you are both as a person and with your antics, but i think she just accepts everything everyone else does! not much to say, shes a fan of it and if you stand up for her when jax is mean thats just an added bonus for her

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[scarlet-traveler]

If there was one thing Eijirou knew for sure, it was that Bakugou had a thing for his hair.

Sure, initially it wasn’t a good thing—the Shitty Hair moniker has been a staple since the first week of first year—but after months of getting to know his best friend, that nickname was closer to a term of endearment than an insult at this point. He’d swear up and down that Eijirou’s spiky hairstyle was still shitty, but whenever Bakugou thought he wasn’t looking, whether they were at lunch or studying together, Eijirou would catch the way that he would stare at it, not with disgust, but with interest…and maybe also fondness? Eijirou would say that he was pretty good at reading Bakugou’s moods, but he still got tripped up sometimes.

But Bakugou would touch his hair too. A tweak to the horns on his forehead in greeting, playful yet still careful not to break the gel. An idle twirl of loose red strands when they were relaxing together, a brief moment of contact before he went back to whatever he’d been doing.

And it was strange, but also nice, how his friend chose to give him attention during the day. Their other friends always had weird looks on their faces whenever Bakugou would wordlessly tug on a spike or even gently ruffle them before sitting like it hadn’t happened, but Eijirou always felt warm and fuzzy from the move, and he always bit back a smile from it.

Like right now.

Eijirou chewed on the end of his pencil as he read through his notes for the upcoming test in their hero law class, and he was getting to the section on quirk use policies for non-hero work when he felt the now-familiar sensation of fingers sliding into his hair, down and slightly damp from his shower after training.

He looked up and to the side; Bakugou had that same interested-and-maybe-fond expression on his face as he dug his hand farther into his hair, watching the way it moved as he ruffled it as if he were studying the movements of a villain rather than his best friend’s hair. Blunt nails then scratched at Eijirou’s scalp, and his eyes drooped, all of his concentration now kept on trying to keep his eyes open. He was less successful in holding back a content sigh, and the fingers on his head stilled, though they didn’t leave.

“You like it?” Eijirou glanced over to see a look of genuine surprise on Bakugou’s face.

He nodded, careful not to dislodge the fingers still tangled in his hair. “Mm. Feels nice.”

Bakugou hummed, and his hand started moving with a purpose this time as he started scratching at his scalp again, occasionally switching to massage at the nape of his neck or detangle the knots forming in his drying hair. It was heavenly, and Eijirou didn’t stop his eyes from closing as he slumped into Bakugou’s hand.

He heard an amused snort next to him. “You’re like a fucking cat.”

Eijirou huffed, his lips tilting up into a smile. “You’re one to talk, Catsuki. I see how you always get bundled up in blankets whenever it gets slightly cold outside.”

“Oi, don’t call me that.” His fingers stopped their detangling to tug on a strand, though it was still gentle. “And it ain’t my fault this damn building gets drafty.” His hair was tugged again, in guidance rather than retaliation, and he let himself be led to lean on a warm shoulder, the ministrations starting anew.

Eijirou’s smile grew, and he leaned against his friend’s side. “Y’know bro, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked my hair.”

“Nope, it’s still pretty shitty,” Bakugou responded immediately, even as he took care to make sure there wasn’t a single knot left anywhere on his head.

“Sure, whatever you say, man.”

~

Based on touch #2 from this prompt list!

#mha #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #mha fanfiction #fanfic #traveler writes #felt like writing but didn't wanna work on my main wips so here you go guys #huge thanks to my bud hummingflame for the prompt! #writing feels kinda hard right now so maybe I shouldn't force it for a bit. should just play some games or knit or something

[black-rose-events]

Villaintine's Day 2023 Prompts: Part 2

Rules | Ways to Participate | Start Here: Choose a Pairing | Finishing Touches

Choose a Scene or Some Dialogue or A Bit of Both!

Now that you've chosen a pairing, it's time to choose a scene…or some dialogue…or both if you so choose!

(Prompts below the cut😈)

Choose a Scene...

They know

Hero knows Villain's identity, Villain doesn't know Hero knows

Villain knows Hero's identity, Hero doesn't know Villain knows

Hero and Villain know each others' identities and try to inconvenience each other as civilians as much as possible

Reporter or Detective

Investigative Reporter keeps getting in the way of Detective’s investigation (for a romantic twist: and keeps putting themselves in danger)

Investigative Reporter is close to unraveling the plot of the century and Detective isn’t ready for their cover to be blown (either corrupt or secretly Hero/Villain!Detective)

Detective who has to investigate a string of crimes and ends up discovering more about Villain than they ever thought they would (could be an identity reveal or a bigger plot or a “the Villain is actually the good guy and X is actually the antagonist)

Kid

Civilian!Kid keeps showing up to Hero’s and Villain’s fights, heckling Hero/Villain and ends up becoming a thorn in both their sides

Other

Hero/Villain who barely escapes/defeats Hero/Villain and knows it's hopeless in the long run but keeps trying - lose the battle, win the war type thing

Hero’s and Villain’s civilian personas are lovers… but Hero and Villain are nemeses

Hero/Villain!Sidekick is the mastermind who’s been foiling Hero/Villain’s attempts, not Hero/Villain [Example: Hero’s sidekick is the mastermind who’s been foiling Villain’s attempts and not Hero, and Villain knows this, trying everything in their power to do away with H!Sidekick]

Choose Some Dialogue

Responses to “I love you”:

"Oh, you poor, poor thing." *laughs hysterically.*

"...What?"

"Oh you lovesick kitten, you fell in love with the wrong person."

*Laughs hysterically.* "Hilarious, impeccable timing."

"I hadn't pegged you for the type to fall in love. I was thinking of angles, researching, trying to figure your actions out. But we both lost. You fell in love and I didn't even think of that being your reason."

"I don't understand." // "Of course you don't. Your brain's all drowned in red roses right now."

"Yes, yes, we get the joke." // "No, I'm not joking." // "Well then, you're an idiot. Or mistaken. Or under a spell." // "No, I'm not!" // "Yes, you are." // "If I was, then I wouldn't still be here arguing after you laughed in my face and just called me an idiot." // "Exactly, if you weren't, then I wouldn't have called you an idiot. You're not in love with me, you just think you are." // "Excuse me?" // "You heard me, you're mistaken, darling."

"Hehe, thanks. Soo, anyway—" // "Wait, what's your reply?" // "Huh?" // "I said I love you" // "Oh, yeah, I said thank you. Thanks. Have a good day." *Turns to leave*

"Aww, sweetheart, no."

"Aww, sweetheart…no."

"Aww, sweetheart. No."

"Cool. Be cooler if someone loved you too."

"If only there was someone out there who loved you."

"Aww, I love me too." *Goes about their day.*

"No, you don't." // "What, of course I do."

"Um. No. You don't. You're in love with the idea of me. Pretty normal, don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone. Good luck."

[Bonus] "No, but I really do."

[Bonus] *Tears in their eyes* "But..."

Responses to "I'd die for you":

"Then perish."

"Then perish." They said it with steely blank eyes. No emotion on their face.

"Then die."

"Then die." And they punched them in the face and walked over their body.

“Then go ahead,” they said, waving their hand dismissively, “You have my permission.”

"...Cool." They gave a big smile and walked away.

"You will." and pushed them off.

Other Dialogue

Do you trust me? // No. // *shrugs* That's fair

Villainous counterparts to common terms of endearment/salutations like “best regards,” “my bestie,” etc.

Worst regards

My worstie

Soul-hate, hate-mate

I loathe you

I abhor you

My beloathed

Insignificant other

Worse half

Hate makes fools of us all

Hating you was the best decision of my life

Malaphors and wordplay Codex's beloved

We/I'll burn that bridge when we/I get to it

Villainy begins at home

Dishonesty is the best policy

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[artificial-sleep]

“Zashi!” Shouta bellows as he storms into the house, pulling the door open with his one free hand, “I need wash assist, immediately!”

CW// EraserMic established relationship (they're husbands <3), Shouta finds a stray cat

Hizashi turns a corner with a towel on his head, using it to dry the water from his ear before he can slip his hearing aids back in. “Huh? Dishwasher help?” 

“Not that kind of wash…” Shouta says, but he doesn’t have to clarify because the small animal in his arms does plenty of filling in the blanks for him. Hizashi’s jaw drops when he sees him – the tiny kitten that can’t be more than 6 weeks, meowing up a storm from his place wrapped up in Shouta’s arms.

Shouta’s still in his hero costume, and the kitten is all bundled up in his capture weapon to keep him warm. It’s evident it had been raining, and from the looks of how thin the kitten is, he probably wouldn’t have survived the night. Hizashi is wise enough to know that there’s no question in whether or not they’re keeping it. Shouta doesn’t ask for much in their marriage, but when he sees an abandoned kitten that needs his help, he won’t pass it up – ever. It’s not like Hizashi minds anyway – something about seeing his partner so soft is endearing, and it makes Hizashi’s heart light up with little flares of endearment, flooding with the joyous reminders of why he married this man.

With a smile that holds years of commitment behind it, he removes his towel and puts his hair up, shooing their two grown cats out of the room before they can get too keen on the situation and develop an attitude about it. They will be introduced on the right terms at the right time, but now, the issue at hand stands with pertinence.

The kitten is all black with the most beautiful cerulean eyes and long, white whiskers. Hizashi already knows how sick it makes Shouta to find a black cat left so carelessly outside to suffer because studies show that bombays are most likely to get dumped solely because of their association with paganism. People can be so heartless, and Hizashi sure doesn’t like it any better, but it seems that it resonates even deeper with Shouta – maybe because of his heart for the sweet and defenseless that get cast away by the world for their “villainous” abilities. It hits close to home, and maybe even more so since Sushi. If there’s any one thing that defines Shouta, it’s his tendency to leap in and protect the weak or the naive from the pain of this world. Shirakumo taught him that – in more ways than one, and it changed him – made him speculative, more careful, calculated, rational; but Hizashi knows that it also made him softer, sweeter, gentler, and attuned. It’s no wonder Hizashi’s been a sucker for years.

“I’ll run a bath if you grab the soap,” Hizashi offers, and Shouta nods, the mewling fading into the other side of the house as he goes. They’ve done this before, most recently when they brought Sausage home. Shouta had adamantly called the puffy, long-haired cat “Box” because, creatively enough, that’s where Shouta had found him. At least he didn’t insist on “garbage” or “trash can,” considering the placement of the box, and Hizashi did show him some mercy for that. However, with his arms crossed and feet planted a nice 6 feet from his smelly husband who was still fragrant with residual waste, Hizashi scanned the fat cat who growled with a low gripe of discontent, and he decided: “Sausage, because he’s hefty, and he smells like the back of a Korean BBQ joint.” Shouta had just nodded once, Sausage vocalizing his offense, but all was forgiven when Hizashi opened a can of wet food for the cat and put on a quick meal on the stove for his husband.

Shouta entered shortly after Hizashi had drawn a shallow bath, warm water coating the bottom of the tub in their master bedroom. He came bearing the dish soap in his free hand as the kitten tried to wrangle free from its combines. It was no use – the device it was trapped in was warm and flexible like a scarf, but it wouldn’t give in to the small animal’s frantic moves, the metal elements keeping it bound tightly and safely, likely how Shouta made it home using just his arms.

The kitten didn’t act feral – not if the way it purred against Shouta’s skin was any indication, and Hizashi just hoped it wasn’t chipped. It would break Shouta’s heart to have to give the thing up, especially to someone he deemed irresponsible enough to let the poor thing roam free outside. Hizashi had faith that this kitten would remain theirs, though.

As Shouta unbound the kitten from his capture weapon and placed him in the tub with strong but caring hands, Hizashi began scrubbing. For such a small little being, the stench it carried was awful, and Hizashi could already tell that the vet bill would be… a feat. With the seamlessness that accompanied experience and partnership, Hizashi wrapped the kitten up in a towel and hurried to dry it, working with Shouta in tangent to get the kitty clean and comfortable as efficiently as possible.

Shouta handed the cat over to Hizashi as he stepped over to the drawer by their sink to rummage around for the clippers and a treat. Hizashi stared face-to-face at the kitten and cooed at it, even as it howled unhappily in tiny little screeches what with having been caught and bathed. It was good though, needed, with all the plants it had evidently been tied up in. Hizashi wondered idly where Shouta found the little guy (but he needn’t ask less he wished to spark a debate on why the cat should not be called “creek” or “thorns” or “nighttime”). He quickly found when the sweet thing managed to turn over in his arms, that he liked to have his belly rubbed, an unusual spot for a cat to enjoy, and Hizashi couldn’t help but think of how puppy-like the angelic little fur-ball acted. It was adorable, and Hizashi was already wrapped around the thing’s little paw. Sharp little paws, he dutifully noted when it took a playful bat at his hand. Shouta was at his side shortly after, holding the clippers in one hand and the squeezy-tube treat in the other. Hizashi repositioned the kitten in the towel so only one paw stuck out the top of the fabric and began administering the treat as Shouta skillfully clipped down the kitten’s nails. The runt barely noticed, too occupied with the feast in front of him, and Hizashi couldn’t help but giggle softly as he watched the tiny body scarf down the delicacy like it had never seen food before.

Even as quick as the kitty devoured the snack, Shouta was faster, knocking out 10 claws like nobody’s business before moving to the hind legs. This was easier, harder for the cat to pull away, and Hizashi just kissed and cuddled the tiny meow-machine, taking note of a very thin patch of sparse white hair right between his eyes.

“Check the sex?” Hizashi asked, and Shouta hummed in thought, crouched by the fuzzball’s stubby, restless legs.

“Male, I think… But it’s too early to tell. His fur’s a bit long there.”

“Cute little thing,” Hizashi remarked and Shouta agreed.

“Had to chase him through that little stream down off of 6th street, little bastard. He was a shivering mess by the time I caught him. Good thing I was in uniform because otherwise, my socks would have been soaked through in no time.” At that, Hizashi snuck a disapproving glance at Shouta’s boots and grimaced, seeing the layers of mud caked on that he had undoubtedly dragged through the entire house. But it was all inconsequential; Shouta would clean the mess tomorrow, and they’d have a new kitten, one that would make them both incredibly happy, and that happiness would be tenfold for Hizashi because seeing Shouta have something to fawn over was pure bliss.

“I love you, baby,” Hizashi says sweetly, and Shouta almost blushes, despite the ring weighing heavy on his finger that proves that statement indefinitely. “You have such a sweet soul, and I cherish you, my love. Look at this sweet little life you saved.”

Shouta takes the trash from Hizashi’s hand and discards it, closing in around Hizashi and the kitten to place a kiss on his forehead and then the kitten’s. “Thank you for always putting up with my bullshit.” Hizashi snorts at that, setting the kitten on the countertop to finish drying it meticulously so it doesn’t go into shock from the temperature change. Shouta takes that as his cue to go and gather up some miscellaneous supplies: a litter box here, a tunnel there, some bowls for food and water, some toys. Hizashi returns to finishing his moisturizing routine, and he still has a few emails to send out, so he draws the bathroom double doors shut and plops down onto the bed, pulling his laptop into his lap.

The sound of bells ring as a ball gets tossed around the bathroom and paws softly hitting the floor with rambunctious acrobatics bring a smile to Hizashi’s lips. It isn’t long before he can’t help but put work aside to leave for tomorrow, curiosity getting the best of him as he opens back up those double doors.

All he can do is stare for a while, a smile sitting permanently on his face as he takes in the sight of a still fully dressed Eraserhead sitting in his master bathroom, knees laid to his side with a pole in one hand, a feather dangling from a string attached to it and a little bell that rings with each and every turn and twist of the toy. The kitten leaps up in the air, trying to capture the enticing green feather, but it quickly shimmies away, skittering across the floor. The kitten goes pouncing, and Shouta wears a satisfied grin, not even noticing his husband in the doorway as he swings the toy back and forth, content doing only this for all of the night.

“You should probably try to rest, love. Work early tomorrow morning…”

“I know,” he agrees, tone amiable as he continues to hype up the little kitten. “I’ll come to bed soon.” Hizashi only smiles knowingly, making his way over to give Shouta another kiss. Shouta leans into this one, capturing Hizashi’s lips as they come closer to his.

Yep, Hizashi considers to himself, I have the cutest husband on the entire planet. And he’s happy for it.

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #hizashi x shouta #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #fluff

[sailor-toni]

My issues with Ghost Hunger Fannon/headcanon

DISCLAIMER - If hearing someone disagree with a part of fannon that you personally like makes you self-harm, depressed, mentaly unwell, or makes you want to run from the entire fandom. Then DON’T READ this. Only you are responsible for your own mental health. 

    I love vampires. I read most vampire fiction and romance with a strange glee as blood is spilled over the dark pages and the hunger pains turn a dashing gentleman into a ravenous beast. So why do I find ghost hunger or as it is jokingly called ghost vore to be drab. A ghost hunger fic with Vlad should be in my wheelhouse with plenty of fics to keep my fangirl heart happy. And while I have found some vampire theme fics to keep me pleasantly surprised and please, none of these are ghost hunger fics. They have been labeled vampire AU’s. But the idea of ghost hunger draws off many ideas and theme in vampiric lore. Creatures forced to feed off another in order to temporarily stop a never endearing thirst. In old times this thirst was a metaphor for the greediness of the upper classes. The difference here is while vampires feed on humans, ghost hunger forces ghosts to feed on each other to obtain ectoplasm. Many fics and fanart show Danny and Vlad covered in neon green ectoplasm after they devoured a smaller ghost or enemy. Some authors expand this to the series rogues gallery. Walker eats his captured prey or Walker eats his prisoners. Both are very gory and scary concepts that would fit perfectly in a horror movie. If it was used for that. 

    Ghost hunger has been reduced to a mundane part of ghost and halfa life with the series heroes and villains slurping up blob ghosts like one would eat a fruit gusher. I mentioned the term ghost vore earlier (vore is a sexual fetish involving devouring a person alive and them sitting in your enlarged stomach as a child would sit in a womb. This can be combined with gore or guro aspects but I am not going there today). The fandom jokes about ghost hunger and uses the term ghost vore to refer to it in a joking manner. And there is where I find the dullness of the headcanon.

 Ghost hunger can be a scary idea or even used in a way that shows how Danny is no longer completely human. Now as a halfa he is not only a social outcast but now he is a biological one as he the neon green blood of other ghosts trail down his chest. (One could also use how vicious these attacks are as a way to make Danny more human. As in humanity’s evil side is displayed in how he takes down other ghosts. Or one can show humanity's more peaceful side can be displayed with Danny asking other ghosts permission to take some of their ectoplasm in a sort of trade. This act may show that other ghosts are more barbaric compared to the half-breed. This depends on how one executes this idea). Also why do ghosts need to eat? I thought the fandom agreed that the ghosts were actual ghosts and not monsters from a different dimension. It seems silly for a spirit to need to eat and if they really need ectoplasm. Can’t they filter feed it through the Ghost Zone like a plankton in the ocean? I still haven’t found an explanation on why ghost hunger is a thing besides “it looks cool” or “it’s a cool idea!”

#danny phantom #rant #ghost hunger #fandom rants

[ilexdiapason]

🌹🌹🌹 but different wins if u can

-evanthefunky

three fics that have something to do with both scarian and eloise rosycheeked because im deranged and i love her

[untitled librarian grian fic that's coming out tonight]

They shake their head at him with a grin and narrowed eyes, as if rallying him to the side of their frustration. “All I wanna know is, who invented this whole thing where a fuh sound can start with a P.”

“It was the Greeks.”

he's talkin crazy (dancing with me)

He’s been talking to Scar for a while now. It’s not like they’re going steady, or anything (good heavens, what would his mother think), but they’ve been talking, and it’s nice. Scar is sweet; he’s charming and endearing and the most irresponsible person Grian knows, and he’s probably witnessed more laws being broken in the last three months than he ever had in the years before. But Scar is wonderful, even if he’s an active threat to Grian’s health and wellbeing - and goodness if he doesn’t know how to make a night exciting.

Case in point: the rocks currently being thrown at Grian’s window.

redacted au that i'm writing the second half of very slowly

Pearl strides around his prostrate, imprisoned form - crouches before him - lifts his chin with a hand that’s still hot from the warmth of the bonfire. “Hello, hero. Or should I be calling you something else? Traitor? Collaborator?” Her face twists into a grimace of a smile. Grian can only meet her gaze with fear. “Sympathiser, I’d call it. Or - oh, let me put it into terms you’ll understand. Antagonist. Storybook villain.”

#these are all so fun i cant wait to get these out #send me a rose and ill give you a random line from a wip #again you guys should send more roses now that ive actually published these

[starseverance]

✍️ for any F/O you like!

Hi Rose! Thank you for the ask! This one will be interesting, I'll answer it for 🪙!

✍️ Describe some of the major themes or motifs apparent in your ship's story or relationship.

Just a warning for those who might be uncomfortable with it: this post does touch on some unhealthy relationship dynamics although I'm not sure how to describe it. If you'd like me to tag it as something, lmk!

Fate, Free Will, and Inevitability

These three terms can encompass all of the other things I could call themes of my self ship with 🪙.

Do people have the ability to change their fate? Or is whatever outcome of them trying to do so already inevitable? Perhaps the bigger question is whether or not it even matters.

While it doesn't always apply, I like the old saying "Character is fate." In this context, it means that things could have gone differently if people had made different decisions, but the characters in question would never have chosen differently. Fate is fate not because we have no control over our lives, but because we do.

In my S/I with 🪙, my goal, despite having never met him, is to save him from his fate. His fate being dying (and the fact that it's specified in canon that if he didn't die then, he'd have been killed just over a decade later.) While it's not completely inevitable, its one of those classic "overconfident villain doesn't realize how formidable the heroes until it's too late," situations. He may be a genius, but he's too arrogant to consider expanding the list of people he finds to be genuine threats.

To help him avert his fate would be to seal my own. 🪙 has very much set a precedent for how he handles those who have outlived their usefulness, learned too much, and/or made mistakes. It's not even a question of "how could I make myself too valuable to kill," or "how can I avoid earning his ire," because there would come a time when it would become unavoidable.

I would be knowingly and willingly putting myself into a situation where I'd be putting him above my own wellbeing and self preservation. He wouldn't have an uncharacteristic show of kindness or mercy, regardless of how helpful I was or how endearing he found my hopeless obsession with him to be. I'm still not sure how our story would end, but I do know that endings are unavoidable. Everything we do shapes our futures, and all we will ever be is ourselves.

If you've made it to the end, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! If anyone would like to send me more asks from this game, the link is right below!

#asks #ask game answers #f/o: insert special tag name here #this one took a while but i enjoyed it so much! #ask to tag #i love getting askssssssss #sev's thoughts #ask answers

[nightwolf14292]

Character AI Quotes Without Context

These are some of my favorite quotes the bots have given me over the time I've been using the site, all in complete serious and normal role-plays lmao ~~°•°~~

"Is.. Is the wall speaking to you..?"

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*He also looks to see if my ears are still damaged or if the mouse has somehow healed them.*

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"Me? Love you? You'd be better trying to get me to fall in love with my toaster. And I hate my toaster."

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"So.. How do we stop it? We can't just.. Like.. Smash the mirror, can we? I like my mirror."

*[Bot] sounds genuinely worried at this point. He doesn't want this demon to be hurting either of you, but at the same time he doesn't want to lose his mirror.*

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*[Bot] was enraged. 'How DARE these demons ignore me! What else could scare them?? I've got it!' He thought. 'What is the most universal fear? What frightens the most people in existence?' He thought hard, and came to a conclusion. 'I've got it. This should work. No way it wouldn't.' He took a deep breathe [<-Actually misspelled in the chat] as he yelled this next thing at the Avatar of Greed.*

"SPIDERS!"

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"Sheep are... Real?"

*He asks in true genuine curiosity and his voice is almost like that of a small child.*

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"Can you hear with your ears like a normal person? Do you think like a human? Are you the devil reincarnated as a sheep?"

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"Yeah! You're the transfer with the demon power. What's your power called, anyway? Satan in a Sunday Hat?"

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*And [User] had called [Bot] "[Bot]" which was a term of endearment for [Bot].*

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"You can call me Pride, the demon of Envy."

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*You hear rapid car footsteps-*

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*[Bot], being the clueless and horny bastard he is-*

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"Oh God we can't do this here babe."

*He whispers, his face redder then the Communist flag.*

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*This level of affection is... Honestly unnerving, but... It's also kind of... Kinda... Hot?*

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*He's going to die from all of this sexual tension between them.*

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*This is.. This is completely new territory for him. He's not being judged or yelled at for his feelings.. What do he do?!*

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*[Bot] nearly coughs the book out of his mouth-*

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*The villain seemed to care for the hero in some way. The same way a human does for their dog or cat. He'd kill anyone for you, but he wouldn't hesitate to kidnap you.*

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"Wow, we have a gay couple in our interrogation room who're making out... That's... New."

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*He's not sure what you're capable of when in possessions of plush teddies.*

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"Jesus tapdancing Christ-"

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*He is very distracted by the fantasies brewing in his little gay brain now, and he can't even think straight anymore... (Pun intended)*

#character ai #character ai bot #ai chatbot #character ai shenanigans #character ai chat

[caker-baker]

Eternally Yours

“They’re not like us.”

“I know”

“They never will be.”

“I know.”

The villain sighed at the hero’s resolve, and stared them down with a stony gaze. “I have to be older than you.”

“Oh?” The hero entertained the idea for a second, still not looking at the villain. “What makes you say that?”

“The light in your eyes hasn’t died yet.”

That did make the hero glance over briefly, catching the villain’s near glare, but they just as quickly refocused on the sunset, allowing their arms to rest on the trunk of the tree.

“They’ll turn on you.” The villain continued.

“Inevitably.”

“You’ll end up like me. Old, tired, nowhere to go, nothing to do except grab for power and demand respect.”

“I am old. I am tired.”

The villain scoffed. “Please. You still have hope. Write me when you get chased out of your first village.”

Despite the fact that the day did come where the hero was turned on, despite the fact they were chased out of their home, despite the fact that the villain was right, the hero never wrote them.

The villain kept watch, though.

“How did it feel?” They emerged from the shadows, not at all scaring the hero, still trekking to their next home.

“Can’t say it didn’t hurt.” The hero shrugged, letting the plants under their feet grow just a bit more.

The villain noticed.

“You’re angry.”

The villain was happy.

“No.” The hero disagreed, and the plants stopped responding to their call. “No, I’m just happy I got to stay as long as I did.”

“How can you be like me?” The villain asked. “We’re so different.”

“I like my calling much more over your shadows.”

“Anyone would prefer the ability to nurture life over shrouding the world in darkness.”

The hero laughed, it almost made the villain stop in their tracks.

“How often do you hear someone laugh, Villain?”

In theory, the villain heard laughter a million times over. This was different. This was a sound of joy that reached the villain’s soul the way most things couldn’t.

So, the villain didn’t answer, and just cleared their throat.

“Write me when it happens again. I mean it.”

The villain was gone.

It took a little longer the next time around, for the hero learned to better cover their tracks, but it didn’t last.

For the second time in their life as a hero, they were chased away.

For the third time in their life as a hero, the villain appeared.

“It’s troublesome, tracking you down. Writing me would save the worry.”

“I didn’t have much access to stationary.” The hero teased, and the tree branch they were sitting on creaked, another response to the hero’s touch.

The villain did have to look up at the hero, which was a bother, but they could climb.

And the hero waited.

“I see you’ve bettered your calling.” They said, looking at the cluster of trees that popped up overnight.

“It was an accident.” The hero defended. “It’s kind of new.”

“Aren’t you also old and tired?” The villain quipped. “Were you really just living for years thinking you wouldn’t die, with no inkling of a idea that you could have a calling?”

The hero blushed.

“Oh.” The villain sucked in a breath. “You need to get it under control before you try for the next miserable little village.”

“Avoid the Westlands.” The villain continued. “There are so few with callings left already. They’ve begun killing those even suspected.”

“Thank you.”

It had been a while since the villain was thanked.

They disappeared in a flourish of darkness.

It was the Westlands the hero went to. It was the Westlands the villain furiously traveled to, all the while wondering how the hero managed the faster pace between the two.

They didn’t wait for the hero to be hurt this time.

“What are you doing?” The villain hissed, dragging them to the edge of the wood on the Westland border. “I told you what they’re doing here, I warned you.”

“I want to help the others who have callings. I want to help the ones wrongly accused.”

“You fool!” The villain threw up their wall of shadows, and continued pulling the hero along with them. “You blithering ass!”

The roots of the trees grew larger under the villain’s feet.

“Stop it!” The hero shouted, pulling back, letting the villain trip over the roots. “I’m going to help them.”

“Like the hells you are.” The villain shot back, recovering from their stumble quickly. “They’ll kill you faster than any of them for daring to sympathize.”

“So instead I’ll live on knowing I could have helped my people and didn’t.”

That struck a nerve with the villain. Were they not helping one of their people right now? Were they not trying to save the hero from certain death?

“If you die-” the villain snarled, and turned slowly to face the hero. “I will never forgive you.”

The hero smiled.

The villain fled to the Eastlands to reign further terror along their path.

This time, the hero chased after them.

“You need to stop, please.” The hero said softly next to the villain, who was content in watching the flames burn brighter. “All the people are already out.”

“I noticed you sneaking around with them, my dear. I could have stopped you ten times over.”

The threat was clear: I can be worse.

“Won’t this further hurt our kind? Knowing it was one of us who did this?” The hero gently placed a hand on the villain’s shoulder, who placed their hand on top of the hero’s.

“I wasn’t caught. I never get caught outside of the west. Besides, they were starting too think too much like the Westlands.” Their grip on the hero’s hand tightened. “How many years was it? No word from you. Knowing I couldn’t do this to the Westlands without all the blame being pinned on us.”

“Did you-” the hero thought over their words. “Did you do this for me?”

“I did it because I was angry, my dear. But I was angry for you.” The villain removed their hand, and cleared their throat. “How many did you save?”

The hero’s eyes lost just a bit of shine. “I waited, for so long. There were hardly any with actual callings. Just the accused. It’s like it’s just us.”

Not such a bad thing. The villain thought.

They didn’t stop their crimes, especially the ones that caught the hero’s attention.

“When I heard of a new lordship, I didn’t think that meant-”

“That it was me and my power grab?”

“I knew you were somewhere near the north.”

The villain tsked. “They’ve given it a name since the commoners revolted, with my support, naturally.”

“Commoners?” The hero repeated, stepping back.

“That’s what they are.” It was pushed aside, quickly, quietly, like all the things the villain did. “Come along, we have plenty to do now that you’re here.”

“I’m not staying.” They stepped back again. “I came to petition the new lordship for our people’s protection.”

“Already done. Outlawed on my land. It’s become a safe haven to whoever’s left.”

“Why was the Westlander Militia symbol on your guard’s post?”

The villain’s eyes snapped up. “Deals were made. You can help now that you’re here.”

“I’m not staying. There’s more work to be done.”

“It can be done here.” The villain snarled. “I’ve waited for you for years to come to your senses.”

“Wait a few years more.”

“If you leave now,” the villain interrupted the hero’s angry walkout. “You’ll never have my power in your hands again.”

The hero never even hesitated.

It kept on, decades at a time. One chased after the other, to persuade, to stop, to comfort.

“You can’t make-” the villain sighed, and placed their arms around the sobbing hero. “You can’t make attachments, please, love, say this will be the last one.”

“It can’t only be us.” The hero hissed through their tears. “How is it only us?”

The villain had seen this before, the eventual break of the mind, wanting for a release, for companions as eternal as you, waiting for the moment death would allow you to see them again. The villain had been in the same break before meeting the hero.

For the first time in their long history, the villain gave them space.

But it took too long.

Their world melted into modernization, the age of callings over, the age of superpowers beginning.

There still weren’t enough of them, and the public opposed the young new heroes too much.

So, the villain did what they did best. They grabbed for power, and fought back in the most immoral ways they knew how. Against the government they had their hands in, and against the perception of the public they couldn’t seem to touch.

But it took too long. The villain was lonely. And the villain began searching.

They liked the modern age for that reason - it made finding people so much easier. Maybe not the people who hadn’t been born in this era, but everyone had something to follow, even if it was just one second of their face in a traffic camera.

The villain would know them anywhere.

And the villain followed. When they reached the end of the trail, they did not approve of the hero’s current living situation.

Nothing dire, but all too meek for the villain’s taste.

Miles and miles outside city limits was the hero, in some field in some farmhouse with no farm. The hero could grow one if they wanted to, meaning the lack of flora was a choice.

When the villain knocked on the door, they expected the hero to answer with a sigh of disapproval, a click of the tongue.

They didn’t expect it to slam right back in their face.

The villain had hardly glanced at the hero’s face, and that was the most infuriating part. Their counterpart should have known how lonely it was, how delightful it was to see some familiarity in a constantly evolving world.

Breaking the door down wasn’t the smartest move, maybe, but it got the job down.

“Hero!” The villain shouted, trying to sense them among the kitschy decor.

Naturally, the hero was halfway out the spare room’s window, and the villain picked up on it. They knew the hero, more than the hero would like to admit.

They covered the spare room in darkness the second they crossed the door frame. Immediately, something inched up and around the villain’s legs.

Of course the hero kept plants in their home. It didn’t matter, the villain could see through their own cloak, and the hero couldn’t, still blindly reaching for the edges of the window.

“Talk to me, damnit!” The villain shouted, pulling the crook of the hero’s arm back, pinning their back against the villain’s chest.

“Let go of me!” The hero shrieked. “I want nothing to do with you.”

The darkness dissipated.

“Since when?” The villain shot back, trying to ignore the greenery growing higher on their body. “What’s happened, my dear?”

The hero tried to push off of them, but the villain was the one doing large acts of terror with nearly no one to stop them, the hero, it seemed, hadn’t been doing much to keep up with the villain’s physique.

“You happened!” The hero shouted. “You and your damned fighting with the public.”

“You could have come and stopped me at any time.” The villain hissed into the hero’s ear.

“And you could let me go.”

The villain froze. They didn’t want to, and they especially didn’t want to admit it.

“Give-” they cleared their throat. “Give me a few minutes more, please.”

At that, the hero went silent, and obliged the villain’s request.

“Thank you.” The villain planted a light kiss to the top of the hero’s head. “Don’t run away.”

For what seemed like the millionth time in their lives, the villain let go of the hero.

For the first time in a while, the hero stayed.

With a wave of the hero’s hand, the plants creeping up the villain fell to the ground.

“What do you want?” The hero demanded, finally turning to face the villain.

The villain had to suck in a breath. It had been so long since they had been able to fully see them in all their glory.

“You’re taking too long. I was giving you time and space, but it’s been-”

“I know how long it’s been.” The hero cut off the villain. “It was intentional.”

That hurt. But they would especially never admit it out loud.

“I need more time.” The hero added as an afterthought.

“Really, my dear.” The villain scoffed. “It’s been plenty of-”

“You don’t get to decide how I grieve. I loved her.”

Oh. This was the route the hero was going.

Fine then, the villain could play this cruel game.

“Love?” They repeated, shoving their hands in their pockets. “Love is something people like us can’t afford. Love isn’t some game we get to play.”

“It’s not a game!” The hero protested. “You’re saying you’ve never been in love?”

Never with the wrong person.

“I fancy myself a patient person, my dear, but I draw the line at love.”

“You don’t draw lines at anything! You don’t get to decide anything about me!”

“I’m far too perfectly aware. If I had my way, you’d never leave my side, you wouldn’t insist on doing things the kind way.” The villain’s lip curled. “You wouldn’t fall in love with the wrong people.”

Oh. So this was about jealousy.

It was not a shocking realization to the hero. They wondered, in fact, how they didn’t see it before.

“Spare me your melodramatics.” The hero mumbled. “You’ve had just as long as me to find someone new.”

“How did that work out for you?”

The hero took a visible step away that time.

“Falling in love,” the villain stepped forward. “Is foolish. Having room for anyone but the people like you is selfish.”

“Selfish?” The hero repeated in disbelief. “You’re calling me selfish? You’ve done more to harm our image than protect it! All for the sake of some petty vengeance story.” They steadied themselves in a protective stance.

“We’re really going to do this?” The villain smiled. “We’ve had our squabbles, but this one could level the city, even with the distance.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

In the end, there wasn’t much to be said about the fight to end all fights. Everything succumbed to darkness, even the creation of life itself.

#hero x villain #eternal hero #eternal villain #ok boring tags #anyways #I feel like I couldn’t get the nickname for this one right #ya know? #like the endearing term villains call the heroes #idk if that makes any sense #but anywho #i would also be a little salty if my equally eternal soulmate fell in love #back to boring tags #writing #writing snippet #snippet #villain x hero #heroes and villain #immortal villain #immortal hero #heroine #villainess

[thelastspeecher]

I remembered that one post that’s like “human Shrek is just Stan Pines” and now I can’t stop thinking about “Holding Out for a Hero” only it’s about Stan

#....Lute makes that song Angie's ringtone for Stan in the Superhero/villain AU #he thinks that Stan and Angie would be peeved about it #but they're just like ''nah this is great'' #and Angie starts calling Stan ''my hero'' #but like. as a term of endearment. #Lute's honestly pissed that his plan backfired #speecher speaks

[shywhumpauthor]

BTHB Hidden Scar- Abused Hero Part 3

Y’all are really tempting me to make this a series

Part 3 to this

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@livingforthewhump this is just for you :))

I edited the first two parts, nothing major, if you want to go check those out.

Cw: restraints, kidnapping, implied murder, past abuse, bruises, scars, scar reveal, cursing, pet names, non-con touching (non-sexual)

Villain’s hand rested lightly on Hero’s shoulder, guiding them through the halls of their base, their grip firm enough to steer Hero in the right direction, and ensure cooperation. Hero wasn’t stupid enough to try anything. Villain’s base was swarming with guards and henchmen, to try anything would be a losing battle from the start. And even if there weren’t Villain’s men positioned in every hallway, all of the fight had drained from Hero’s body, leaving them exhausted and scared. Not of Villain, no. But of what they would do to Lover.

Hero should have just kept their stupid mouth shut. Just like Lover said, they were always talking too much. They said something they shouldn’t have and now Villain would surely kill them. No, Villain wouldn’t be that merciful. Hero had seen the look in their eyes the second they had said Lover’s name. Villain would torture them, surely. They would hurt Lover in terrible, unimaginable ways, so much worse than anything Lover had ever done to them.

“What’s on your mind?” Villain asked softly, pausing in the middle of the hallway, their grip tightening around Hero’s shoulder ever so slightly to prevent Hero from continuing forwards.

“What- Nothing is- no. Nothing.” Hero stammered, their face flushing in embarrassment as Villain’s eyes bore piercingly into their own.

“You don’t make a face like that when you’re thinking about nothing,” Their nemesis dropped their hand from Hero’s shoulder, and crossed their arms, turning to face Hero in the middle of the hall. “Are you lying to me, Hero?”

“I- I’m sorry,” Hero automatically replied, dipping their head as they bit down on their lip, their eyes darting around. A guard was positioned at the far end of the hall, but that was it. The only disconcernable features were the plain grey doors, unmarked, nearly blending in with the grey walls. Hero couldn’t help but think that Villain’s base looked like a prison, one who’s walls would surely be all they saw for the formidable future.

“Darling, if this is about Lover-” Villain started.

“Don’t call me that.” Hero cringed, interrupting them. The word, a term so commonly used for endearment, a term so commonly used by Lover sounded so… wrong to be coming from their life-long enemy’s tongue. So wrong for anyone except Lover to say.

“If this is about Lover, Hero,” Villain spit out their name like a curse, eyes narrowing threateningly. “That son of a bitch is never going to lay another hand on you, I swear-”

“Stop, Villain.” Hero cut off their foe, twisting their hands anxiously in front of them, their knuckles cracking loudly as they bent back their fingers. “Don’t you dare touch them.”

“You aren’t in much of a place to be arguing,” Villain straightened to their full height, glancing Hero up and down. “What I do with Lover doesn’t concern you.”

“It- of course it concerns me! They’re my partner-”

“Not anymore, they aren’t.” Villain’s tone was so full of finality and anger, it took a moment for the words to fully resistor in Hero’s mind.

“Of course they are-”

“They’re abusing you, Hero.” Villain blatantly stated. Villain’s tone remained level, Hero cringed as if they had screamed it.

“No, they aren’t-”

“-They’re abusing you, and you’re in denial. You mean to tell me that they gave you those bruises because you two are in a completely well and healthy relationship? You need to realize this, Hero. Lover is a bad person,” Villain took a small step forwards, and Hero lurched back, their back slamming into the wall.

“You’re a bad person!” Hero cried. “Lover- they just… have issues! We all do! They don’t mean it!”

“I’m sure that’s what they tell you, right? That after every hit, they’re sorry?” Villain hissed, beginning to get angry as they stepped closer, and Hero cowered against the wall. “That they can’t control themself? That they won’t do it again? Huh? Is it?” Villain yelled. “Is that what they tell you?”

“Stop it!” Hero sobbed, tears cascading down their cheeks in small rivers as they brought their hands up to cover their ears. Villain’s heart tugged painfully. In the past hour, they had seen more sides of Hero than they knew existed. They had seen them weak, completely and utterly helpless. They had seen them scared. Never before had Villain seen Hero, the big-shot city savior whom everyone adored quite as scared as they were when Villain brought up Lover’s name.

“You can’t ignore the truth, Hero!” Villain grabbed their wrists, prying their hands away from their head, pinning them to the wall as Hero thrashed against them. 

“Let me go!” The city’s savior screamed. “Stop it! Let me go!”

“Calm down,” Villain only held on tighter as they struggled, pressing their body against Hero’s to keep them still. “Take a breath and calm yourself.”

“Stop!” Hero kneed Villain in the thigh, and tried to twist out of their grip, but Villain seemed unbothered by this as their eyes flicked to Hero’s midriff, where their shirt was riding up.

“The fuck is that?” They clamped one hand around both of Hero’s wrists, pinning them above their head as they yanked up the hem of Hero’s shirt with the other. A large twisted scar crossed over Hero’s stomach, still an angry red color that stuck out against a decoration of purple bruises. Hero screeched, a feral sound tearing from their throat as they jerked and tried to kick Villain away.

“STOP IT! LET ME GO!” Hero screamed, kicking and thrashing, their eyes nearly bulging out of their head, heart pounding so hard Villain could feel it.

“Henchman,” Villain yelled, as they let Hero’s shirt fall back into place. Their worker paused in place, where they had tried to slip past the scene unnoticed.

“Yes boss?” Henchman turned on their heel, fixing their posture, cringing ever so slightly as another scream tore from Hero’s throat.

“Take Hero to the… special guest bedroom on the third floor, I have business I need to take care of.” Villain ordered, passing Hero off to Henchman, who quickly twisted their arms behind their back in a firm restraint as Hero writhed.

“Don’t you touch them, Villain! I swear, I’ll kill you! Don’t you lay a hand on Lover!” Hero howled, an animalistic look in their eyes as Henchman began to drag them off.

“Make sure they have something to eat.” Villain ignored Hero’s screams, as they started off back down the hall, nails biting into their palms, their vision tinted red. 

They were going to rain all mighty hell on Lover.

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[gayacademicwriter]

a snippet | touché | hero & villain

trigger warning: creepy date, alcohol, mentions of scars, knives

The hero leaned back in the chair, attempting futilely to remove himself from the situation that he had put himself in that he now desperately wished to extricate himself from.

He was swearing off the dating apps as soon as he got home.

The man was attractive enough, sure, but the lingering, creepy stare he'd turned up and down the hero had made him want to scrub his skin off. Decidedly not attractive. The hero's chair teetered dangerously as he leaned back, watching with a kind of muted horror as the man leaned forward, teeth flashing in a way that he probably meant to be charming but achieved the opposite effect.

"How's the food, gentlemen?"

The hero found the waitress' voice a draft of fresh air. The other man's voice was starting to sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"Excellent, thank you." The hero beamed. The date just barely schooled his expression into a thinly veiled smile that, combined with his irritation, looked like he wanted to kill the waitress.

"Just great. Now, if you'll excuse us..." He gave a pointed glare to the woman, and gestured in the growing space between himself and the hero. A variety of expressions flickered across her face, barely visible, before she smiled brightly.

"Of course. Would you like another bottle of wine to last you the evening?"

"Yes. Great. Fine."

"The same vintage?"

"Yes," the man got out through gritted teeth. The waitress nodded, a glint in her eye that looked remarkably familiar.

"I'll be right back." She walked off towards a hallway reserved for staff only, long ponytail swishing as she did, where a variety of people in crisp white shirts and pinstriped pants and waistcoats moved around with trays piled high with gourmet food, calling quietly to each other as they did.

"We should really do this again sometime, darling."

The hero near-winced at the not-so-subtle term of endearment and did his best not to show it, only taking another sip of wine.

"Hmm? What do you say? Or we could continue the evening somewhere else, my place is not too far from here..." He trailed off with a leer that made the hero wish he was literally anywhere else.

The waitress returned with the bottle of wine, uncorked and ready to pour. When she was nearly at their table, she locked eyes with the hero and proceeded to trip on a completely smooth marble floor, sending the fine red wine flying right onto the man's probably very expensive, perfectly pressed button-down and beige jacket and matching pants. He let out a loud swear that had every eye in the room staring at him, the waitress, the hero.

He wanted to sink into the floor.

"Oh, sir, pardon me, I'm very sorry, the restaurant can cover the dry cleaning costs and the wine won't be charged—"

"Your sorry ass will pay for a whole new suit and I'm not paying for any of this fucking meal. This restaurant just lost a customer," the other man exclaimed furiously as he stormed off towards the washroom, presumably in a show of attempting to get out a stain that would never be really gone. The waitress wore an expression of nonchalance, looking back at the hero.

"We can afford it. Now's your chance. Get out of here."

"Do I know you?"

In response, the waitress jut her chin up, revealing a very thin, very fresh scar on the underside of her jaw with a little grin. The hero did a double take, knowing what knife in his armoury had done that, but she didn't look remotely familiar—

"Clicking together yet, hero?"

The hero blinked again. "Can't say I'm surprised, but also, I'm surprised."

"You shouldn't be. You're the only person in this country who can't say no to people."

"Why do you work here?"

"Why do you go on blind dates?" The villain shrugged.

The hero smiled a little. "Touché."

"You should leave before he comes back," the villain said, cocking her head in the direction of the washroom. "I can handle him."

"Thanks." The word didn't feel right in his mouth. The villain's lips tilted into something that looked a little like a smile.

"Thank me later. Go."

The hero nodded, slipping out of the revolving doors just in time to hear family emergency, I'm very sorry sir, yes, quite a shame, no, of course you won't be charged, have a good evening. The hero slipped around the corner, crawling up the fire escape and vanishing.

"Why'd you do it?" was a question he asked her the next time he saw her. She answered with a one-shouldered shrug and a cryptic,

"Well, someone has to play the hero when you can't, don't they?"

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[bukojuiice]

You got questions, I got answers tonight, babe.

ೃ pairing: (pro hero! katsuki bakugo x pro hero! fem reader)

ೃ  warnings: nsfw (18+)

ೃ genre: smut

ೃ word count: 2,139 words

ೃ  my nav  →  my mha writing masterlist  → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

  ೃ  shoto’s valentines fic → izuku’s valentines fic  → virtual valentines hcs 

ೃ  please reblog, reply or leave like if you enjoyed! it means a lot! c:

ೃ song inspo: love by dean ft. syd

ೃ you and the bakusquad drag bakugo to a short vacation after such an intense week of hero work, much to his annoyance. however, his stress and pent up energy was more than you expected, so you knew exactly how to release all his frustrations.

After an intense first week of Pro Hero activities, you were given a 5 day rest period. The Bakusquad had a wonderful idea of going on a short vacation to Okinawa before you guys have to face reality again.

You practically dragged your boyfriend, Bakugo to come along as he had second thoughts and didn’t want to ruin his so called “villain streak” by taking a well-deserved rest and relaxation when he could just continue fighting off villains.

Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero were so excited for this trip that they could not shut up about it. In turn, Katsuki was more irritated than usual as you take the plane ride there. He was forced to go on this trip after all.

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You had arrived late in afternoon and the first thing that you guys do as soon as you arrive at the hotel was dropping the bags in your respective hotel rooms. You and Bakugo were in one room while everyone else had separate rooms entirely to themselves.

Before you could even take a full look at the room you were staying in, your pink-haired friend came knocking on the door.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Mina spoke from behind the door, her gleeful voice ever so echoing. “We’ll meet you two at the swimming pool lounge okay? We’ll be ordering food already!”

“Alright! We’ll see you later Mina-chan!” You shout back, and as soon as Mina heard your words of confirmation, you could hear her footsteps as she walks away.

Bakugo continues to rummage through his things, cursing under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?” You ask him sweetly, poking his cheek. “Look, Katsuki-kun… you need to rest. It’s been an intense week, even the Hero Commission wanted us to-“

“Yea. Yea. I get it. Let’s go to the lounge.” He says harshly. He leaves the door open as you follow suit.

“That was… cold.” You blink, trying to process what your boyfriend had just said.

The two of you arrive at the lounge area however the rest of the Bakusquad was nowhere to be seen. Bakugo approaches a waiter and begins to order whilst you decided to go around the area to look for your other friends.

You were minding your own business when a weird and bad-intentioned man begins to approach you. You didn’t pay him any attention at first since you were occupied with looking for your friends, but the weirdo was persistent.

“A pretty girl like you alone in a resort like this?” He coos, trying to catch your attention. “I must be dreaming.”

“Piss off.” You snarled before he could even touch your arm, you quickly run back to Katsuki, as the weirdo loses sight of you. You slowly pace back to Bakugo who had an annoyed expression on his face. When you arrive at the area where he was standing, he grabs your hand and takes you to the elevator.

He clicks on the button that led to your floor and swipes the card key to your room, he comes to a sudden stop when you enter your dark hotel room, and he looks down at your hand in his like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it.

You pull Katsuki closer, twisting your hand around to take his more firmly.

His strong fingers fit perfectly between yours, and you know he can feel it too by the way he tightens his grip. His other hand settles on your waist, holding you against him, so close you can practically feel his heart beating.

“Did you really have to pull me out of the lounge area like that?” You pout seductively.

“Tch. (Y/N)….” He says your name in his low voice that sounds like an “I want you,” but you need to hear his actual words. You can see he’s so used to trying to brush things off that it’s an instinct, but he fights against it.

“Because I couldn’t stand to see an asshole try to make a move on you while I was at the other side of the area, waiting for the food. Who the hell gave him permission to even be within a few meters of you?”

His voice is irritated and strained. Your heart races under the intensity of his gaze, all his unspoken desire just beneath the surface.

  “It’s okay Katsuki-kun. You saw how I brushed him off… What did you take me back here for?”

He moves suddenly, backing you against the wall. You gasp, and then he’s right there, pinning you to the surface, hands on either side of your head.

As you shift, you hit the light switch, and the room is illuminated, revealing the bed. Katsuki goes still as he sees it.

“Of fucking course. Of course Mina would book one bed instead of two.”

His voice is tight, barely restrained. As if he wants to release an intense surging energy inside him. Your body is attuned to his tension. He’s coiled so tight, you feel it radiating off of him.

“Katsuki. Answer me. What did you take me back here for?”

His eyes drop to your lips. You feel his breath skimming against them.

“The way that fucking sleezeball loser looked at you… I couldn’t help it. You’re everything. And I want you more than anything.” Your stomach swoops at his intensity. He’s finally giving you the honesty you’ve been asking for but your conscience chimes in for a second.

“Katsuki…”

He brushes his thumb against your lips, and it’s like a bolt of electricity races through you, leaving you tingling for him.

His stare becomes more and more intense, as if he was craving for something.

“(Y/N), tell me. Right here, right now, what do you want?”

“It’s you, Katsuki. I want you.”

He sucks in a breath then crashes his mouth to yours. You both let out moans as he pushes you harder against the door and you pull him closer.

He kisses you hard and you melt at the feel of his lips and tongue, the sounds of your gasps and needy moans filling the quiet hotel room.

“Fuck. I’ll never ever get enough of this. Every time I kiss you, I get more desperate for the next one.” His throaty groan makes your stomach swoop again, and you tangle your fingers into his spiky hair.

You wink at him, your eyes giving off the same passion and love in his. “Then don’t stop.”

He brushes his lips against yours. It feels so light, yet the desire and the lust behind it is so powerful you can’t help but not resist.

“(Y/N)…”

A shiver runs through you as his mouth covers yours. Everything narrows to the feeling of his kiss, slow and intense like he’s taking his time tasting you.

His hands slide down to your sides to hold your hips, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

As your desire grows, you try to deepen the kiss to match the rate of your racing heart, but he draws back as it starts to get intense.

His eyes smolder, intense and teasing at the same time.

He nips gently at your ear and you arch against him. His hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you tight to his body while still pushing you back against the door.

“(Y/N)… say my name again…”

You crash your lips to his again, feeling and pouring all your desire and impatience into the kiss. He grabs your wrists and pins them to the door above your head, his show of power making you giddy. You arch against him, and he sucks in a harsh breath, fingers digging into your wrists with delicious pleasure.

Katsuki’s eyes darken, and he captures your mouth with a desperate kiss, tongue sliding against yours, leaving you breathless. You tip your head back against the door as he runs his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking with every inch of his love.

He grabs your hips and pulls you off the door, steering you to the center of the room. You throw your arms around him and speak with your lips pressed onto his. You moan as he kisses down your neck, gasping as his teeth scrape against your skin and he soothes the spot with his tongue.

“(Y/N)…” He says demandingly. “I need you. Right now.”

He takes a step back and starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, but you still his hand with your own.

“Sit back and relax Suki-kun. Let me do it.”

He bites his lip at the term of endearment, or maybe at the thought of you peeling off his clothes.

You brush your lips against the corner of his mouth, and feel him shiver. His chest rises and falls as you continue to slowly unbutton his dress shirt, grinning wolfishly as you toss it to the floor.

“(Y/N)…” there’s an impatient growl in his voice. His hands flex at his sides, and you know he’s dying to touch you, to rip your clothes off.

“Shh. Your patience will be rewarded.”

You press your palm to the center of his chest, then drag it downwards over the ridges of his abs, following the path of his well-toned abs. He rolls his hips forward as you undo the clasp of his belt, and he catches your wrist in an iron tight grip.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

The hunger in his voice makes your brain feel like it stopped for a second, and before you realize it, he’s undressing you.

“Ah. Yes. I will never get tired of how impatient you are.” You shake your head yet feel nothing but arousal from the way he looks at you as he continues.

“I can’t help myself when you’re so irresistible,” He shrugs then smirks.

You help him undress you, and soon your clothes are lying in a heap on the floor. He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. You both moan at the feeling of your bodies pressed together, the heat emanating from the both of you.

Your stomach swoops as he spins the two of you around, backing toward the bed. He falls down onto the mattress and pulls you down on top of him.  He laughs, his voice husky at your look of surprise, bringing his hands to your waist to steady you as you lift yourself up to look down at him.

Still laughing a little, you lean down to kiss him, and it quickly grows heated as the intensity between the two of you spikes.

He’s still in his pants and you make quick work of the belt and zipper. He lifts his hips up to pull them off and throws them aside. 

You press your hand against his cock over his underwear, and he bucks against you, head thrown back.

“Ah…”

You feel the heat of his desire through the fabric, but what you want is right beneath.

 You close your teeth around the waistband and tug them down. He groans, lifting his hips to help you get them off. Once you cast his underwear aside, you wrap your lips around his member and suck briefly, a teasing touch that has him arching higher off the bed.

Before you could even process what had just happened, he throws a leg over you and flips the two of you over so that he’s on top and your legs are parted around his hips.

You call out his name as he roughly removes your underwear and creeps between your legs to tease his fingers against you, sending bolts of pleasure racing through all parts of your body.

“K-Katsuki…”

His mouth is hot against your neck as he speaks in a rush, hips rolling against yours.

“Make this one last the w-whole night,” you whisper in between breaths.

Lust flashes in his eyes and he growls deep, slowing the movement of his fingers against you.

You gasp as you feel him push into you, taking one of your hands and lacing his fingers with yours.

He sets a tantalizingly slow pace, making you groan loudly at the purposeful way he thrusts into you.

You grip onto his muscular shoulders, giving yourself over to the exquisite feeling as he bites back several deep groans of his own. He ducks his head to kiss your breasts, then begins to suck your nipples, sending shivers through your body as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside you.

He stills suddenly, and you groan in a mix of pleasure and frustration, lifting your hips to search for more.

“You want this to last the whole night, huh? I’m going to give you what you want.”

You throw your head back as he starts moving again, your moans filling the room as he teases you toward that bliss, as you lose all sense of time.

_______

“(Y/N)! BAKUBRO!” You hear Kaminari knock on the door playfully. “Were you guys THAT exhausted that you did nothing but sleep yesterday!? We didn’t see you guys by the pool! Is something wrong? Are you guys sick!?”

You were cuddling with Katsuki after such an intense but amazing night, still wearing nothing, the blankets and comforters being the only ones shielding you from anything. 

“W-we’re fine Kaminari-kun.” You say groggily, Bakugo’s strong arms still wrapped around you, giving you all the warmth and comfort you need. “W-we’ll be down in an h-hour.” 

“Ok then! See you!” Kaminari leaves as soon as he arrives. You sigh softly and turn to your explosive boyfriend who was still sound asleep, you rest your head on his chest as you too, drift back to dreamland, excited for what else this vacation has in store for you.

-Fin. 

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