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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 2 years

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Yoshi “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hyunsuk // Jihoon // Yoshi // Junkyu // Mashiho // Jaehyuk // Asahi // Yedam // Doyoung // Haruto // Jeongwoo // Junghwan //

- I want to be best friends with this man

- so bad

- i can’t even explain i just think we’d really really get along well

- he is just so fun!!!

- Now for Yoshi’s type

- Yoshi would like someone creative

- maybe a little shy

- but not scared to speak up when they feel the need

- someone who dresses cozy

- and has a very warm energy

- he finds the approachability very attractive

- someone he immediately gets the feeling he can be comfortable with

- someone who feels creative

- now for a first date

- i think he would want to do something interactive

- creative

- maybe a pottery class

- (also an excuse to have another date to paint the pottery later on)

- I think he would really enjoy it

- the making something together

- he also gets to see how your creativity works

- and gets fun ideas about projects you can do together

- he cracks alot of jokes

- and you guys talk alot while creating your masterpieces

- really getting to know eachother while crafting

- he isn’t touchy (the clay prevents that too)

- but he catches himself looking at you as your working

- a little fascinated with you

- that cat like grin on his face

- it’s very comfortable

- like you were just hanging out with a friend

- which is incredibly nice

- not too mention the times you catch him looking at you

- making him blush a little bit

- your own cheeks heating up too

- maybe after you guys would go get a coffee (or tea, or whatever)

- talk a little more before going home

- I don’t think he’d actively try to kiss you

- maybe if the moment is truly right

- but i think he would save it for maybe a second date

- might kiss your cheek the first day

- which oddly enough flusters you more

- but for the second date

- the kiss?

- it’s so gentle

- Yoshi’s lips are incredibly soft and gentle against yours

- hand holding your cheek

- while the other goes to hold your hand

- this is how kisses normally are with him

- he’s just so sweet and gentle

- however he also just has moments where he tackles you

- and peppers your face in kisses

- everyone in Treasure is cuddly

- Yoshi is no exception

- he’s incredibly touchy once you’re in an established relationship

- laying on you

- kissing your cheeks

- having you lay on him

- always a hand holding yours

- YOSHI LOVES HAND HOLDING

- idk why i just think he does

- He isn’t reliant on physical affection though

- so if you aren’t into it that much

- it’s okay

- He’s very fond of just laying his head on you

- when you guys watch movies and stuff

- loves to kiss the crown of your head

- and likes it when you kiss his forehead too

- Arguments with Yoshi

- they are scarce

- don’t happen often

- when he gets frustrated

- he scrunches his nose to try and hold it back

- which is secretly cute and you have to hold back smiling when he does it

- he jokingly yells at the members during arguments

- but he would never raise his voice at you

- doesn’t want to take a breather inbetween

- wants to discuss everything through and through right away

- wants to have a full fledged conversation with you

- understand why you both are feeling the way you are

- it’s very important to him that you make amends right away

- he likes making sure everything is okay before even trying to leave the room

- Yoshi apologises through touches and words

- hugging you

- whispering ‘i’m sorry’s’

- he also likes gift giving as apologies

- nothing big or anything

- something small

- your favorite snack

- something along those lines

- just something small as a token he’s thinking about you

- When Yoshi is upset

- he gets emotional

- likes to transfer this into creative outlets

- like drawing

- or producing

- it’s not necessarily wanting you to hold him or comfort him

- but maybe just sit in the room with him

- work on your own thing while he works with you

- he’ll slowly start talking to you

- involving you in what he’s doing

- and why he’s doing it

- letting you know what’s upset him

- just wants you to listen

- and provide headpats when he needs them

- whenever you’re upset

- Yoshi does anything and everything to keep your mind off of it

- He doesn’t need to know what’s exactly wrong

- but he needs to know what he can do to help

- looks at you with that pout of his

- as you talk to him about it

- he does this thing and it makes you smile

- stroking your cheeks while talk

- it’s calming

- and it makes you smile when you’re having a hard time

- not to mention his cute face constantly nuzzling against yours

- Like I mentioned before

- Yoshi is such a creative guy

- I think he would love to just have painting days

- taking huge canvases and just having fun

- painting whatever

- or just doodling together when bored

- building lego too

- you’re most definitely a muse of his

- You guys go to art museums and exhibits too

- taking a bunch of aesthetic pictures

- It’s fun to see him in these settings because art really inspires him

- it’s fun to see

- Another thing you both love to do

- is shopping

- i don’t think this comes as a surprise

- Yoshi is very in love with fashion

- I think he would love to style you

- or have you style him

- loves going to vintage, second hand and thrift stores

- loves finding unique pieces for you both to share

- and the overall vibes of those stores

- feels all lovey dovey with you places like these

- hugging you from behind when your browsing through racks of clothes

- your biggest supporter of fashion

- Bedtime with Yoshi

- a little clingy in bed

- not scared to be little spoon

- loves it actually

- the feeling of you hugging him from behind

- your face pressing into his back

- loves snuggling under a bunch of blankets with you

- and a lot of pillows

- very comfortable

- also just likes sleeping facing eachother

- hugging

- holding hands

- Like I said quite clingy when it comes to night time cuddling

- Yoshi and jealousy

- He gets jealous

- he doesn’t like seeing you with other guys

- but you don’t need to know that

- he’ll keep it to himself

- because he knows it’s his mind making him think that

- not that you would actually do anything

- so he’ll pout and scrunch his nose from a distance

- but won’t do much towards you

- he won’t let you know

- he’ll deal with it on his own

- because he never doubts you

- only himself and the other guy

- alright!!!

- kids look away

- biiiiigggg switch

- Yoshi loves kissing you

- kissing you everywhere

- down your body

- Love LOVe LOVES giving oral

- could go down on you for days

- is absolutely obsessed with the way you taste

- not to mention your face when you’re cumming on his tongue

- it drives him nuts

- he’s just obsessed with making you cum multiple times

- Yoshi also loves fucking you in his clothes

- sweater of his???

- yes

- maybe even thigh highs underneath

- god he can’t help himself

- i think he would like fucking your thighs

- and is absolutely obsessed with watching you

- put on a little show for him

- touching yourself while he watches

- points if you’re wearing the above mentioned outfit

- Yoshi isn’t scared to get vocal either

- speaks to you

- dirty talk

- making you look at him as he fucking you

- or going out of his way to place his lips by your ear

- making sure you can hear him

- one of the reasons he likes spooning so much

- so he can talk to you

- he also isn’t scared to get a little risky

- having sex while other members are home

- he likes the thought of being caught

- but not actually being caught

- also very into lazy sex

- like midnight cuddling

- turned makeout

- turned fucking

- Aftercare

- alot and alot of cuddling

- he’ll bury his face into your neck

- would like for you to pet his head

- and he would like to just pet your face and hair

- look at you as you guys talk

- might even get a little inspired and whip out a notebook

- while still cuddling

- you’ll catch him playing with your hands

- still just listening to chat about everything and nothing at the same time

- makes sure you both are really comfy before trying to go to sleep

- the pillows are extra fluffy

- the blankets extra soft

- and the lights in his room are dimmed enough

- it’s just very soft afterwards

- very dependant on physical touch afterwards

- like I believe all the members are

- is touching you at all times after sex

- all in all

- a relationship with Yoshi reminds me of fall

- it’s warm

- and cozy

- it’s comfortable

- you are never scared to express yourself to eachother

- it’s a relationship that feels like your favorite sweater

A/N: Writing for Yoshi is so comfortable, I enjoy it so much. Let me know what you guys think!!!

#treasure #treasure reaction #treasure smut #yoshi #yoshi smut #Yoshinori

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whereismyhat5678 · 1 year

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I wanna project what artists go threw with Pepperman, he must suffer too

Tell me you haven’t stayed up late at night just to finish a drawing that’ll end up looking crappy to you in the morning. I’ve been there, and it sucks-

(Also sorry I haven’t been posting full fledged drawings in a while, I’ve been busy with personal stuff and school work so it has to wait till’ the weekend, I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll post SOMETHING soon that isn’t just sketches <:])

#pizza tower #pepperman #sketches #They look kinda crappy I’m sorry

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leela-small · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the Cuphead show and what are your top 5 favorite characters in the show?

My apologies for the late reply, you must’ve sent this just as I turned in and went to sleep 😅

So, my thoughts on the Cuphead Show. Um… I love it?? Seriously, I really do! I was already a fan of the game and got really excited when they announced they were turning it into a full-fledged cartoon back in the summer of 2020. Needless to say the two-year wait nearly killed me 😩

In general, I really like the show because it appeals to the nostalgia factor. The animation style is very reminiscent of early Disney cartoons and the humor is very similar to that of Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry, and since I grew up watching those shows, it really speaks to the kid in me 🥰

As for my top five, here’s my list:

#1: Cala Maria

I’m sorry Mr. D isn’t number 1, but she was already my favorite from the game and seeing her on the show just rekindled my love for her 😍 Mermaids are one of my favorite mythological creatures and I love empowering female characters. Plus, she’s gorgeous! Look at her!!

God I need to draw her

#2: The Devil

What’s there to say about Mr. D that hasn’t already been said? There’s a consensus about him being the best character in the whole show and I couldn’t agree more. He’s as evil as he is flamboyant, and I’m all for that 💯 Plus, Luke Millington-Drake does a fantastic job voicing him, but, when the first trailer came out and we got to see him for the first time, I remember imagining how amazing it would be if he were voiced by Tim Curry. If they had managed to pull that off, it would’ve been… *chef’s kiss* …PERFECTION

#3: King Dice

You’ll notice that this list is mostly villains. I do love myself a good antagonist 😅

Anyway, King Dice! Such a fun character! I love his design, it kind of reminds me of The Mask

#4: Ms. Chalice

She’s sassy and spunky and voiced by one of my favorite VAs. What’s not to like?

#5: Baroness Von Bon Bon

Here’s a character I liked way more than I expected to. They really did a great job developing her character in the show. I knew there was something off about her the moment I laid eyes on her (she was just too sweet — pun intended) and when she literally bared her teeth, I knew I was in for a treat (pun intended again 😂). Like I said, I love a good villain. Also I love her voice, Zoë Moss does a terrific job voicing her

#Answered asks #The Cuphead Show

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thatguythatdrawsalot · 2 years

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Hi hello, I would think it would be great to see you critque our designs for team rwby on our blog Rwbyrwrk (if you don't want to interact with us that's fine you can completely disregard this ask)

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/rwbyrwrk/tagged/rwby%20redesign I, Emer, as the primary designer, would love to hear feedback from other sources to see where I can improve and change on our designs, and you only have to do team rwby, thank you! - Emer, Rwbyrwrk

At first glance, these looks are fascinating and very vivid in color, pleasing to the eye! Now I’ll just do a chronological order of team RWBY

Ruby Rose.

Ruby the ONCE “weapon geek” of the show, pushing the weapon engineer/blacksmith master vibe with her is great, gives her a lot more personality than the typical goth girl vibe even tho Ruby isn’t anything like an average goth to be dim in her character. She’s fun and pure along with expressive! Even more so when seeing weapons!

Her eyes becoming green is a big change so I’m guessing this design is like a full fledge remake of Ruby/RWBY and you know what I dig it, show writers hardly don’t do anything with silver eyes. The green eyes and green thorn patterns on her feet are so neat! You balanced that out.

You got good amounts of red, white, and black but the yellow strands on her boots are a little out of place, add more yellow than having it be a single shoelace. You could add yellow lenses to the goggles if it helps.

Weiss Schnee.

Queen? Sorry! Queen?... Sorry! Queen! SORRY!!!

Only black and white for Weiss is stunning! Red and blues are still neat too but I just like Weiss looking fashionable since sometimes red and blues make her look like the American Flag, most apparent in Volumes 7-8. That’s a topic for another time tho this design for her is very neat, white as her primary color is clear as snow. The blacks on her collar distinguish her head placement and black jewels… OOOooH! Pretty! Her core however the single red and yellow button is a bit out of place.

This is a good design but she doesn’t look combat-ready. I assume these designs are around Volumes 1-3 or 7-8 but a very long dress would be hard to fight in, I see this outfit as more for a gala, a wedding, or her stay at home in volume 4 than this as a combat outfit.

Blake Belladonna. ((Mori))

Dark gray looks… so good on Blake.

I think she’s my favorite of the four, tied with Ruby. There is plenty of black, the grays are in good placements in the design, and a tiny bow is even cuter for her. She’s sleek and stylish I just love the silhouette but with the buttons, I would just make them all yellow and then add a little more yellow below her waist. Her shoes of them being ballerina shoes I mean… Weiss is the ballerina, not Blake.

The different eye colors with one being purple and the other gold, It’s neat. I think the single purple eye would be distracting unless more purple was added to the design like the yellow.

Overall she’s very interesting and a strong start to a design if you ever wanna tweak it up or draw inspiration from this outfit to make another outfit for her!

Yang Xiao Long.

Her hair in a ponytail is a good way to add more yellow to her outfit. Yang’s hair being loose and big is just a very large mass of yellow to make it harder in adding yellow to her without it being too much. She isn’t the one to cut her hair so just having her hair back is a perfect opportunity to just ease the yellow on her.

She looks fun and screams “Biker Chick” to me. I’m even in love with the shoes-

But I still think there’s too much yellow on her now, the patterns on her sleeves and shirt are very eye-catching…. It’s a lot to focus on up above so less is more for this. The pants are a huge bright distraction too, pale yellow isn’t bad but maybe just having the pants be black would be better. You won’t have to worry about black appearing as Yang’s dominant color, yellow is very bright it’ll still appear as her main color is yellow.

In summary, you definitely did wonderful in having the girls' personalities be clear in their looks, Ruby loves weapons, Weiss is highly professional and a bossy queen, Blake is sleek and hidden, and Yang is a party girl with a motorcycle! A change here and there to mainly Weiss and Yang and you can send the girls to battle!

#rwby #rwby redesign #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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emissaire · 3 years

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Hello!! I just randomly found your blog and I’m in love you’re such a good writer🥺❤️ I saw your request was open can I request how and what jjk men will do when they’re are needy and horny but you can’t give them affection bc you have big exams coming up and you must study hard for it

Also I joined your taglist so you can tag me in any jjk or aot fanfic or drabbles <33🥰❤️❤️

Sorry if you see grammatical mistakes eng isn’t my first language :)

characters: nanami, choso, toji, geto, gojo

warnings/includes: mdni, nsfw, slight smut, hinted age gap (legal), soft bf! jjk men, implied blowjob, cunnilingus, afab reader

notes: hi omg. first of all, you're too sweet and second of all, thank u for this request! i enjoyed writing it and my exams are pretty soon too so what a coincidence! lastly, i'm sorry this took so long. i have a lot of academic stuff going on but i hope you enjoy it!

p. s. also this turned out lengthy than i expected. i really did go crazy over this.

ꕥ Nanami Kento ‧₊˚

⸙. he'll be pretty subtle about it but also touchy? won't admit that he's needy or sometimes he's not even aware of it but he will be extra handsy with you. he will offer to massage your sore muscles while pressing kisses on your skin.

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it's almost 12 in the evening yet you're still in front of your laptop, books and notes scattered on your side of the bed.

you're someone who value sleep very deeply, something about staying youthful and all that beauty facts nanami didn't bother to remember. he's surprised to say the least but he knows the struggle because before he was a full-fledged tax payer, he, too, was once a student like you.

he continues to watch you silently, admiring the way your brows furrow in concentration and sometimes biting your lower lip– he quickly looks away with a slight cough. he doesn't like where his mind is going but then he's looking at you again, a hint of blush covering his cheeks.

"you look pretty busy. want me to massage you?" he asks even though his hands are already on your hips, squeezing it while pressing soft pecks on the exposed skin of your stomach.

you giggle at the ticklish feeling, placing one of your hands to draw your fingers on his blonde locks. "thank you, baby but i know you're exhausted from work already. i'll be fine."

he shakes his head stubbornly, sitting up before completely swiping away the papers on your hand and placing it on the bed. "i insist, my love."

so you lay on your back with your shirt discarded (you're not wearing a bra, no. who needs bras when the capable hands of your boyfriend are there), sighing happily at the soothing touch of the man behind you. he's very efficient with his work and it makes you smile because he's so thoughtful until his touches turn into sensual groping on your sides. his fingers will occasionally dip into the bands of your shorts, pulling it down with every stroke of his hands.

"ken?" you call for him with a hint of suggestiveness in your voice and it makes him grunt, the realization finally dawning on him.

"you wanna go at it?" he asks, trying to make it sound as casual as possible to hide the fact that he's really turned on at the moment.

you don't disappoint of course. he doesn't need to hear your response when you shimmy out of your remaining clothes before presenting yourself to him, all flushed and bare.

"i love you so much." he whispers as he sinks into your pulsing heat, finally, your foreheads pressed together. right then and there, he showed you just how proud he is by rewarding you with the powerful thrusts of his hips, hitting your g-spot just right, making you lose yourself and drown in the scent of him– manly, utterly delicious and so him.

ꕥ Kamo Choso ‧₊˚

⸙. just like nanami, choso will be subtle about his intentions. he will compliment you out of nowhere while lowkey insinuating you stop studying so you give him your attention: "aww, my pretty baby's studying? but you're already so smart!" "seriously, baby. and if you even fail, which i know is not gonna happen, i will just take care of you. make you my beautiful trophy wife."

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"still studying, huh?" your boyfriend leans on the door frame of your shared bedroom, head tilted sideways as he watches you.

"more like stu-dying." you huff, leaning back on your chair and looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder with a tired smile on your face.

"you know," he starts as he treads behind you with purpose, ""you really don't have to worry about not passing the test, you're intelligent."

you sigh at his comment, throwing your head back so you can look at him upside down. "i love how you're so confident about that, cho."

the man shrugs, giving you a lazy smile before leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. "well, what can i say? i have the most perfect girlfriend. i have no reason to doubt your intellect."

shaking your head with a laugh, you pull him infront you. "you think i don't know what you're trying to do, baby?"

choso only smirks, pulling your lower body almost off the chair and making you wrap your legs around his hips. "you just look so enticing when you're all focused. makes me want to act up and see just how long you can last without giving in to me."

"when you walked through that door, you already got me. what're ya' waiting for then?"

at the invitation, your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to grab you by the back of your neck and kissing you with so much fervor. you can feel it in the way he's pressing himself closer to you, the need to fill you up and hear you make the prettiest sounds as you relish in the ecstasy he gives you.

ꕥ Fushiguro Toji ‧₊˚

⸙. he is surprisingly very mature about it. he knows how important your studies are for you so he tries to suppress his horny ass until you're the one who's begging him to distract you (read: fuck you) because you miss him and the way he feels inside you.

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you've been stuck inside the study for hours, hunched over the table as you study all the notes and books you need for your upcoming examination. you didn't notice the lack of your boyfriend's presence as you were pretty occupied but now that the soreness in your body is finally hinting at you to take a break, you suddenly miss him.

yawning, you make your way outside of the room to go and look for toji. he insisted he leaves you alone while you're studying so as not to disturb you and distract you, knowing just how short your attention span is.

you finally see him on the couch, television blasting in the living room but the man who's supposed to be watching is asleep. his head is on the back rest, one of his arms is on his stomach while the other is thrown back beside his head and oh god– his legs are wide open in a manspread and the obvious print of his manhood on his sweatpants makes you drool. he looks so inviting.

as carefully and silently as you can, you straddle the sleeping man's lap before rolling your hips with enough pressure to wake him up. the stiffness of his cock rubbing on your clothed pussy makes you mewl and close your eyes in pure bliss.

you jolt in surprise, eyes prying open when two large, familiar hands grab your asscheeks. it makes you moan to see toji biting his lip, enjoying the way you move against him.

"hello to you too, princess." he grunts under his breath, his head now inching towards you and planting several kisses on your jaw. "you done with studying?"

you shake your head no and you immediately sense him tensing underneath you before he stops you from moving entirely. "we can't, princess. you have to study, remember? i promise i'll fuck you however long you want but you gotta focus."

you whine at him, pulling his hands off your body so you can go back to humping him. "i'm taking a break, toji. i miss you."

understanding what you mean, he kisses the side of your head before guiding your hips back on and forth on top of his crotch like what you were doing, but this time, it's more precise and more satisfying with his help.

let's just say the both of you ended up going for a two-round love making before you have to go back to studying and when you're finally back in the study room, he's the one on your chair and you're on his lap and warming his cock the way he likes it.

ꕥ Geto Suguru ‧₊˚

⸙. this man is very supportive. he will cook you food and deliver it to the bedroom so you don't have to leave and can eat still while studying, will do the chores for you and will even help you study but don't let that fool you. he's more or less doing it for himself so you can finish early and won't have to pull an all-nighter because trust me, he will make his advances during night.

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you just got out of bath, finally fresh and kind of rested after spending almost an hour in the tub. a sigh of happiness emits from you, seeing the bed all neat and pristine, all thanks to suguru.

your boyfriend had been nothing but helpful all day and you giggle at the thought of him. he's so attractive, especially when he sits you on his lap while teaching you everything there is to know about the subject you're struggling at.

"oh hey, sweetheart." said man smiles when he steps foot inside the bedroom, eyeing you up in and down with nothing but the towel wrapped around your body.

"hi, baby." you coo, the sudden urge to be all over your pretty boyfriend engulfing you. acting out of that urge, you run towards him, burying your face on his exposed chest.

"what's gotten into you?" he laughs but he curls an arm around your waist anyway. secretly, he's enjoying the way you're rubbing your cheek on his pec. not receiving your affection for almost the entire day, he's bound to get needy.

"thank you for today." you finally look up at him, a sweet smile on your face, small hands rubbing his back up and down.

"it's nothing, that's the least i could do for you," he kisses your lips quickly, "but if you really insist on thanking me, i have an idea how you can show me your gratitude."

dating suguru for years, you absolutely know how his mind works by now so without another word, you slide your hands down his chest as you lower yourself on the floor, kneeling infront of him.

you can see the excited grin on his face and it makes you smile while tugging his sweats down with one hand. his member springs out now that it's out of its confinement, hitting your cheek in the process and wetting the skin with his precum.

"god, you look so beautiful." he groans appreciatively, gathering your hair up in a ponytail with the use of his hand.

you don't reply to him, too eager to please your man but if you're asked who's the beautiful one in this very room, without a doubt, you'll answer geto suguru in a heartbeat.

ꕥ Gojo Satoru ‧₊˚

⸙. gojo satoru is gojo satoru (derogatory). he will be an absolute menace and will prance around the house half-naked with nothing but his sweats hanging low on his hips with no boxers. he's the type to entice you to giving him attention by giving you head.

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as much as you want to ignore your boyfriend, you physically can't. not when he's in between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal.

"'toru... i really have to finish this." you pant, fingers curling into his white hair, toes curling and body squirming.

"then go ahead, baby." he lifts his head a little to look at you while laughing, his chin and the entirety of his lower face drenched with your slick. "tastes sweet as always."

how can you when he's distracting you the best way he knows will break your focus away from your notes? the hand you have on his hair tightens when his tongue continuously flicks at your clit. "fuuuck, 'toru! if you keep this up, i'm going to cum." you sob, lips quivering.

he almost feels bad. almost. he's been trying to gain your attention since this morning but you won't even look at him longer than a minute. walking around the house in nothing but his sweatpants, groping your butt cheeks when you pass by him, massaging your boobs while you were in the shower– he did everything! to say he was fed up is an understatement. not because of you though– if anything, he's more annoyed with your school for taking you away from him.

he notices how your moans turn whinier and higher in pitch, indicating you're close so he pulls back. a petty jut of his lower lip while looking at you through his eyelashes. "that's payback for not playing with me!" he childishly huffs.

"satoru, i swear to god! i am skinning you alive!" you almost shout, glaring at your boyfriend.

"if you really want to cum then come hop on my dick, baby. all you have to do is say it." he places one last kiss on your nub, making you mewl softly, before standing up and trudging towards the bed, completely ignoring you.

the thought of killing him has never been more appealing than now but first, you need to cum. like right fucking now. you can think about killing or forgiving him later, depends on how well he dicks you down.

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kohanayaki · 3 years

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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 6

You continue the tale of how you, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter became known as The Marauders.

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 6 .:The Making of the Marauders:.

~Previously~

“That was when they were first starting to put the map together,” you continued, “but that wasn't even the biggest secret they had. Of course, I wouldn't find out about that for another year. . .”

“So at this point I knew that they were hiding something else, but not what it was,” you told Harry, continuing on with your story, “But one night we had planned to meet up and use the invisibility cloak to map out the underground tunnels that ran through the storage cellars, and they never showed up. So I snuck into the Gryffindor common room through the secret passage and found their dorm completely empty. But what was there was our work in progress map. . .”

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“This isn't going to work,” Peter said flatly, watching James and Sirius draw a large circle in chalk on the floor of the Shrieking Shack.

“Not with that attitude it's not,” James said, “if there's a way we can speed up this process I'm willing to give it a go. I don't know how long I can go on with this bloody leaf in my mouth.”

“Is this even real?” Peter sighed, “it looks like what muggles think magic is.”

“It's real all right,” Sirius said, “old, but real. I mean, Transfiguration was founded on the principles of magic circles! I'm not really sure what these runes on the side mean, but it's probably not important.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Peter retorted, “Remus, back me up here.”

He turned towards Lupin, but he had long since dozed off, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the nearly decaying walls in the corner. Peter sighed, taking a piece of paper from the ground and crumpling it into a ball before promptly throwing it in the sleeping boy's face. Lupin jolted awake, realizing what had happened and chucking the paper back at Peter in annoyance.

“Not a moment of peace,” he huffed under his breath.

“Sounds awfully boring,” James said over his shoulder.

“Blimey, what time is it?” Remus said, panicked as he noticed the light had completely gone from the sky, “It's long past sundown.”

“So?” Sirius shrugged.

“So, we told (Y/n) we'd meet them to work on the map at dusk,” Remus said, “They're probably looking for us right now!”

“Oh, they are,” you announced your presence, an unimpressed look on your face as they jumped, whipping around to look at you.

“(Y-Y/n)!” Sirius stuttered, “how did you—”

You held up the map, raising a brow at the four guilty looking boys.

“Right. . .”

“You snuck into our rooms?!” James said incredulously as he saw the map, which he was sure he had left on his bedside table, in your hands.

“You've snuck into my shower before, Potter,” you glared lightly at him.

“Point taken.”

“Okay, look, I'm sorry we didn't show tonight, and I know we've been acting weird,” Sirius sighed, “the truth is—”

“Lupin's a werewolf.”

The color drained from Remus' face, slightly mortified that you already knew.

“Come on, guys,” you said, “the claw marks and you lot disappearing whenever there's a full moon kind of gave it away. You aren't exactly subtle about it.”

You could sense the intense nervousness in the room, especially from Remus. Ok, so maybe coming right out with it wasn't the best course of action.

“Look,” you said, “if you're worried about anyone else finding out, they won't. I mean, the only reason I even knew you were here is because I'm literally helping you make a magical map that details all the secret passages and shows where everyone is. I won't tell anyone, I swear.”

They still seemed a little unsure, and you bit the inside of your lip slightly.

“If it'll make us even, I'll let you know a secret of my own,” you said, “it can even be future blackmail me if you really don't trust me.”

“No, it's not that, (Y/n),” Remus said as he stepped forward, his throat feeling dry, “it's just, well, I've never really told anyone except the people in this room. Having someone else know. . . it's just a lot to process, but if had to be anyone I'm glad it's you.” He paused for a moment, feeling oddly self-conscious as he regarded you. “When I turn into a werewolf I can't recognize any human as someone I know. I have no control over myself in that state. In the worst case scenario, I could injure or even kill someone I didn't mean to. We originally started taking note of the secret passages and rooms to find a place where I could turn safely and not hurt anyone, and we settled on here. I don't remember much when I come out of it, but. . . I do feel this painful sense of separation each time. Werewolves are pack creatures by nature, so being isolated in that state is. . . agony, if I must be honest. They all figured, I can't recognize humans, but perhaps I could recognize other animals, so. . .”

“They're trying to become animagi,” you finished, “so you won't have to be alone. That's. . . that's actually really sweet,” you said, a breathy laugh escaping you.

Remus thanked Merlin the Shrieking Shack was as dimly lit as it was so his beet red face was at least somewhat less noticeable.

“I agree,” Remus said, turning to his friends and sharing a rare, genuine moment with them. “And, you don't have to tell us your secret,” he said, turning back to you, “it's okay.”

“Hey, I wanted to know,” Sirius said, Peter swiftly elbowing him in the ribs.

“I was actually planning on telling you anyways,” you said, “If you guys are trying to become animagi, I can help you.”

You took a few steps back, bracing yourself against the wall.

“Promise me you won't freak out.”

After receiving a few quick nods, you kicked off the wall. Your body seemed to morph in mid-air, shrinking and re-configuring so fast that by the time you landed on the floor you had been entirely replaced by a large, (e/c)-eyed wolf with fur reminiscent of your hair.

Peter yelped, instinctively putting Sirius in front of him who was gawking at the sight. Remus was in complete shock and you could have sworn you saw James' glasses slip down his face.

In your animal form your heightened senses could sense their fear, and you tried your best to assuage it. You padded around in a circle, sitting down and blinking up at them to try and show them you were in control of your actions. After you figured they'd seen enough, you crawled back into your robes, which had pooled on the floor when you'd transfigured, and willed your body to turn back.

James, Sirius, and Peter looked somewhere in the intersection of shocked and terrified, but Remus looked nothing less than impressed.

“That's amazing, (Y/n),” he said breathlessly, “your transformation was seamless, how long have you had this ability?”

“My aunt had me go through the process when I was nine,” you said, a bitter edge to your voice as you fastened your clothes back around you, “it's not fun, but obviously useful. And thank you, but trust me, it didn't come at all naturally to me. I spent a good part of my winter break stuck with a wolf's hind legs, which is just as inconvenient as it sounds.”

“But this proves that it's possible!” James said, a new rush of energy invigorating him, “we can actually pull this off.”

“If I can manage to keep this sodding leaf from choking me every ten minutes,” Peter grumbled.

“Here, this should help with that,” you said, drawing your wand and pointing it at Peter's mouth. With a simple sticking charm, he suddenly felt the odd sensation of the leaf in his mouth disappearing, only to find it had melded with the flesh on the underside of his tongue.

“It's a long process, but yes, it's possible,” you said to James. Your eyes drifted to the floor where the magic circle and pages of runes were still scattered about, “if you were thinking of taking shortcuts, you might have wanted to read the warning about this spell requiring a blood sacrifice.”

The quartet paled and you laughed at their dumbstruck expressions.

“Kidding,” you grinned, “but seriously, there's no shortcuts. Now look alive, boys. We have a lot of work to do.”

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From then on, you helped the four wizards along on their quest to become fully fledged shifters.

“In order to become an animagus, a wizard must keep a Mandrake leaf in their mouth for an entire month, even when eating and sleeping,” Peter read aloud from the book they'd snatched from the restricted section, “Next, under a full moon, the wizard must place the leaf in a vial full of dew that has neither been stepped on nor exposed to the sun. The resulting potion must be stored in a dark place, and the following incantation: Amato Animo Animato Animagus, must be recited every morning until an electrical storm arrives, at which point the potion can be taken.”

“Blimey, all that to turn into a bloody cat?” Sirius said, exasperated.

“Well we have the first part almost done,” James said, feeling the faintest outline of the leaf still under his tongue, “Next full moon we'll have to go dew-hunting, I suppose. Looks like you'll have to stick it out for a few more cycles, Moony,” he said to Remus.

“That's alright,” he said, “I've made it this far.”

“He won't be alone for those,” you said, “I'll spend the full moons with him until you guys are ready.”

“What?” James said, looking at you like you'd just told him you were off to join Voldemort, “not a chance, that's way too dangerous.”

“Aw, don't act like you're all concerned about me all of a sudden, Potter,” you smirked. When his expression didn't change it took you aback slightly. He was actually worried about you. “Look, I'm probably the best suited for it anyways,” you said, coughing a bit to coast through the awkward tension, “Remus and I are both wolves, or at least partly. If one of you end up turning into a sheep or something you might be dead meat, not to freak you out or anything.”

“That's reassuring,” Sirius said under his breath.

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“You really don't have to do this,” Lupin insisted as you sat on the floor together in the Shrieking Shack later that month.

“I want to,” you assured him, “take it as a thanks for helping me pass Arithmancy. Besides, it's a perfectly fine excuse for me to practice interacting with other animals in my animagus form.”

The boy beside you was quiet for a moment, shoulders tense and jaw set tight. It wasn't that he wasn't happy you were here, he was more grateful than you could know, but he was terrified that he was going to end up hurting you. On top of that was the fact that he didn't want you to see him as he transformed. It wasn't pretty, and it was visibly painful. He didn't want you to think any lower of him, though he knew that fear was irrational.

The calming jazz record that spun on the other side of the room was the only noise between you two for quite some time, but you understood that he needed time to gather his thoughts. This was something so deeply personal you were surprised and a bit honored he allowed you to be here at all. You noticed the photograph that he held in his hands; it was of Hogwarts, taken from the very edge of the forest. The sun was peeking over the horizon, spilling out between the complexly constructed towers that made up the castle's exterior, and casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape.

“It's beautiful,” you said, “the picture.”

“It is,” Remus smiled to himself and nodded, “James gave it to me, as a reminder. He said that matter what happens during the full moon, the sun will always rise on us again.”

“Huh,” you mused softly, “perhaps he isn't such an insufferable jerk after all.”

“Oh, no, he is,” Lupin chuckled, “but he is also a very good friend, and endlessly thoughtful even if he denies it.”

You let that sink in for a moment. You supposed he was.

“Well,” you said, laughing a bit as you shifted in your seat, “this isn't as deep and meaningful as the photo, but I brought something for you.” You reached into your bag, retrieving something that made Remus' eyes widen.

“Where did you get that?” he said, elated as you held out his favorite chocolate bar which had been out of stock at Hogsmeade for weeks now.

“You guys have a secret tunnel that goes right to the Honeydukes cellar and you've never taken advantage of their storage?” you grinned.

Lupin hesitated as he held the bar in his hands.

“So you stole it?”

“I left five dracma in the tip jar,” you rolled your eyes, “I'm not a death eater.”

His smiled returned at that, and he ripped open the familiar foil gratefully.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

“It's the least I could do,” you said.

“It's really not,” he said, turning to face you fully. You were left a bit breathless as the unexpected intensity of his eyes. “None of this is the least you could do, because the least you could do is nothing,” he continued, rambling, “we were so horrible to someone you consider a dear friend, and you were willing to look past that. You're risking your life by even being with me right now, (Y/n).”

“You don't—”

“I do know that,” Remus said sharply, “I've never been in contact with anyone as a werewolf. The one time I was, I. . .” he trailed off, and it hurt you to see his pained expression, “I just don't know how I'll react.”

“You're saying that as if something bad's already happened,” you said gently, “it'll be okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” he asked quietly, equally full of frustration and admiration.

“I'm willing to put my trust in you, Remus. I think it's time you put some trust in yourself.”

Lupin's heart pounded a little harder in his chest. Had you ever called him by his first name before? You looked at him so reassuringly, so confidently. He couldn't understand it, but your words reached him to his core.

“(Y/n). . .” he trailed off, blinking rapidly. A shaky breath escaped him, and your stomach dropped.

“Remus?”

Suddenly you saw something shift in him. His breathing became heavy and his pupils dilated, completely filling his irises in a matter of seconds. He braced himself against the wall as he stumbled to his feet, his skin slowly taking on a gray hue.

“It's happening,” he said, voice deeper and strained, his neck convulsing, “you have to transform, now!”

You didn't waste any time, taking the shape of your wolf form and padding away a cautionary distance. Your stomach churned as you watched Remus yell out, his expression full of pain as his body grew in size, his cries slowly becoming reminiscent of howls. His face contorted in agony as his head morphed into a more animalistic shape, ears growing from his scalp and fur appearing as if his werewolf was fully formed inside him, physically escaping through his skin. You've seen werewolves before, but seeing someone you know actually turn into one, it was completely different. Nothing could have prepared you for this. Seeing anyone in this much pain made your chest tighten harshly.

At last it seemed the transformation was complete. Remus Lupin was gone, and in front of you stood a creature of at least eight feet, perched on his hind legs and towering over you especially in your animal form. You could hear how ragged his breathing had become, his body convulsing with the motion; growing and retracting like a beating heart. You heard a whimper escape his throat, and you could tell he was still recovering from the pain.

You steeled yourself, making the decision to alert him to your presence subtly. You tilted your head upwards, releasing a similar sounding whimper to his. Immediately the werewolf across from you was on high alert, his head snapping towards you and his lips pulling back into a snarl as his ears lowered. You took an instinctive step back, lowering your head slowly. He seemed puzzled by your behavior, which made sense seeing as Lupin told you he never interacted with any other animals during the full moon. His head tilted inquisitively and he took a heavy step forward. You forced yourself to not back away, testing the waters. His eyes narrowed again as he saw you standing your ground, but you quickly sat down, your head tilting to expose your neck slightly. You made doubly sure not to show any signs of aggression; you knew you had no chance against a werewolf at full strength.

However, he seemed to take your queues well. His tail seemed to relax a bit, his eyes returning to their full, round shape as he looked at you with curiosity. You sniffed up at him and he hesitated, but eventually circled around you and did the same. You could almost see the turmoil in him, as a werewolf you doubted anyone he came across treated him with anything less than terror in their eyes, but you were completely relaxed.

He whimpered again, and you were shocked at the sign of submission. You rose to your feet, and he didn't back away. You let out a friendly yip, which he returned, and you felt the weight lift off your chest. You leaped to the side, and he followed you, running alongside you as you bounded across the room, practically leaping off the walls. You jumped at each other playfully, rolling across the floor in a mess of fur. You smiled inwardly as this continued throughout the night, no longer seeing fear or pain or aggression in his eyes when you looked into them. Even if he wouldn't remember most of this, you hoped he would at least feel better in the morning than all the times he had to go through it alone.

Exhausted from all the playing around, you padded softly back to your robes, crawling inside yours and and gesturing over to him with your head. He followed you, coming down to all fours before laying beside you. You weren't sure when sleep came over you, but it was like the world's most comfortable blanket had been thrown over your shoulders, and your eyes drifted closed of their own volition. . .

“Merlin's beard, just what were you two doing last night?!”

You and Remus both jolted awake at the sound of James Potter's aggravatingly loud voice but quickly came to your senses. Remus' arms were wrapped around you, your back facing him. You were just barely covered by your robes with nothing underneath as a result of your transformation. As you scrambled to get decent your face heated even more as you saw Remus was currently without a shirt, his pants ripped considerably. You scrambled away from each other, trying to make yourselves decent.

Peter was howling with laughter, James looking smug as ever. Sirius was oddly quiet, but you were too wrapped up in the embarrassment to notice his behavior.

“What was that about being 'endlessly thoughtful'?” you grumbled to Remus.

“Right, I completely take back what I said,” he scoffed, “ 'insufferable jerk' is much more accurate.”

“Close your eyes, you perverted git!” you yelled at James, who was blatantly staring at you, “toss me my clothes at least, would you?”

James bit back a smirk as he grabbed your bag that was sitting in the corner of the room— clothes you had brought with the intention of changing into after returning to your human form when Lupin fell asleep. He tossed it over to you and you began to change under your robes. As his back was turned to you his mind began to wander. You'd always been attractive, sure, but since you'd always been his rival he hadn't really given you a second thought, especially when he'd been trying to get Lily's attention for ages. But just now, thinking about how downright adorable you looked when you'd yelled at him, something in him shifted. He shook it off quickly, turning to Lupin with a grin he'd managed to put on concernedly fast.

“You cheeky bastard,” he said to Remus, who was furiously changing into a new shirt, “you just wanted her alone, didn't you? Do you really need us to become animagi after all?”

“You're the worst, Potter,” the werewolf glared at him.

“Don't listen to him, Remus,” you grumbled, straightening out your tie as you slipped it on over your shirt, “he's an even bigger idiot than he looks.”

“Are you implying I look stupid?”

“Implying may not be a strong enough word.”

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It had taken months of brewing the potion and getting all the necessary preparations in order, but they were finally ready. Remus sat with you in the grass, wand at the ready to undo any untoward transfiguration that happened on accident. Peter, Sirius, and James stood across from you, standing at the edge of a stone ledge about five feet off the ground. You'd said that a leap of faith is what would best trigger their first transformation. They looked nervous, but they were prepared as they'd ever be. Over the last year you had grown considerably closer to the four boys you had miraculously come to know as friends.

“Remember, focus on your emotions,” you said, “you need to pick a strong one, let it fill your body and flow through you. If you block the magic off from any part of your body, it's not going to be pretty.”

“Right, but how do I—”

“James, I swear, I'm really rooting for you to be a mute animal.”

“But how do you choose-”

“Just do it already!”

“Oh, sod it,” James squeezed his eyes shut, not giving himself time to second guess before jumping off the ledge. For a moment he was certain he was about to land face first in the dirt, but then it happened— a moment where time seemed to freeze and his body felt completely weightless. He felt this sensation where his arms and legs vibrated with an intense, foreign energy. Images flashed through his mind in that brief moment in the air; Sirius manically laughing as they ran away from Filch, Remus snapping off a piece of chocolate to offer him after he'd lost Gryffindor a Quidditch match, and, unexpectedly, you. A feeling of warmth spread through his chest, and he grasped onto it, letting it flow through his body like you said. In an instant he felt torso shift, his shoulders narrow, his neck elongate; and when he landed on the ground he still landed face-first as he predicted, but in a completely different form.

He could see you and Lupin in front of him, mouths agape. He was about to say something when he found his vocal chords only allowed him a gruff whine. Shocked, he lifted his head, which felt much heavier than he'd last recalled, and as he looked down at himself he was taken aback to be met with a pair of hooves right beneath him. He staggered to his feet on wobbly legs, of which he now had four. As he tilted his head he could see the shadow of a pair of antlers twisting into brilliant shadows on the grass.

“Potter, you did it!” you exclaimed, “you actually did it!”

“Well how about that,” Remus chuckled, “a stag.”

“It fits him, I think,” you grinned, looking over at Sirius and Peter who looked determined and terrified respectively. “Well go on, it's your turn now!”

Sirius braced himself for the jump, but somehow he found no fear in his system. After seeing James shift in the air right before his eyes, he knew he could do it. He looked over at Peter who was nearly shaking.

“Come on, Peter,” he said, “we'll go together.”

“I-I don't know about this, Sirius,” Peter said, “I'm not ready, I don't think I can do this.”

“It's just a little jump,” Sirius said encouragingly, “you can do this.”

After a few nerve wracking deep breaths Peter gave him the smallest nod one could manage.

“We'll go on three,” Sirius said, “Ready? One—”

“AaHH!”

Sirius shoved Peter off the ledge, knowing he wouldn't jump on his own, before taking the plunge himself. Peter's screams became higher and higher pitched as he shrank at an alarming speed, almost an undetectable size by the time he hit the grass. A small brown rat scurried across the field towards you and Lupin.

The stag in front of you made a sound, dragging his hooves across the grass in what you could imagine as James' unadulterated laughter at his friend.

Sirius began to morph almost as soon as he left the ground, something you were surprised by. He landed on his hind legs, landing gracefully as his front two followed, and a shaggy black dog looked back at you with mischief in its eyes.

You couldn't help but go over and pet him. You laughed as he nudged you with his nose, a resistance that was quickly halted as soon as you started scratching him behind the ears.

“I have to say, I didn't think you would actually manage that on your first try,” you said, secretly prouder than they could have known, “but if anyone could have done it, it's you three stubborn goons.”

James huffed as he saw you continue to pet Sirius, using his antlers to prod the dog out of the way. Sirius barked, lunging at him playfully. It was quite a scene to see the two interact.

“Honestly, this is a pretty solid group,” you said, “you've got James who blends perfectly with the surrounding wildlife so he wouldn't be suspicions, Sirius who could probably do a fair bit of damage as a dog if he needed, and Peter who can fit through small spaces and snoop around the castle virtually undetected.”

“Quite an odd pack,” Remus chuckled.

“Definitely,” you agreed, “but a pack nonetheless.”

And that very week, Remus Lupin was able to spend his first night as a werewolf with his four friends by his side.

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“So, how did we choose which animals we turn into?” James had asked you the next day at breakfast, “I specifically tried for a dragon.”

“You don't get to choose,” you rolled your eyes, “You're a stag, that's the end of it. It's pretty much up to chance.”

“I'm sorry, you're telling me I could have turned into a fish and died right there on the ground?!”

“If only,” you sighed dreamily, earning you a playful shove from James. “Alright, it's not completely random, but you're definitely in the unknown the first time you turn,” you went on to explain, “and once you turn for the first time, that's it. That's your animal. A wizard takes on the animagus form of whatever animal most closely resembles their personality. So, a horny bastard for James, a loyal little puppy for Sirius—”

“A bitch for you,” Sirius quipped.

“Never heard that one before,” you scoffed, purposefully messing up his hair.

“Hey, watch it!” he shoved you off him, twisting each of his curls back into form.

“Well, look who's a high maintenance pup,” you chuckled.

Around the same time that year, you finally completed the map. It came together beautifully, each different way of folding the paper revealing a different level of the castle for easy navigation. You'd included the surrounding forests as well as the parts of Hogsmeade that applied for the secret passageways, all of which were marked with symbols and the unique names you'd all come up with. Every student and staff member at Hogwarts had a tiny scroll with their name that appeared in their location. Remus had added the nice detail of including footprints at the last second, so you could see which way they were facing and walking as well. It was fireproof, rip proof, and prone to insulting anyone else who tried to read it. It was the pinnacle of your magical (and slightly illegal) achievement.

“We should write our names on it,” James said, looking down proudly at the finished map, “it belongs to us, after all. We don't want anyone else taking the credit.”

“Yeah, fantastic way to get caught,” Sirius rolled his eyes, “what if Filch comes across it? That's like leaving your signature at a murder scene.”

“You should use code names, then,” you suggested, “I know you guys call Remus 'Moony' as a joke, but I kind of like it.”

The scarred boy blushed lightly at the compliment, a brow raised to his other three friends.

“Alright then, I guess you should all say hi to Rudolph over here,” Sirius said, jutting his thumb in James' direction. The bespectacled boy narrowed his eyes before shooting back.

“Right! And this is my good friend, Snuffles.”

Sirius lunged at him and James swatted him away in laughter.

“Come on, you two,” Remus said, “or we won't put anything down for you at all.”

“I've got an idea for Peter,” you piped in, “When my mom used to garden she said she didn't mind having rats there because their tails resembled worms, which were an old a sign of healthy soil, I know it's odd, but I think Wormtail sounds pretty cool.”

Peter seemed to perk up at your acknowledgment and nodded. It suited him somehow.

“Should we pick animal features too, then?” James mused, “I guess Antlers doesn't really sound that cool. What's another word? Horns? Give me some analogies, guys. What else do they look like?”

“Yours honestly kind of look like a couple of bent forks,” you snickered.

“Prongs?” Sirius snorted, the laughter that followed nearly splitting his sides.

“Oh, go on, what have you got then?” James scoffed.

“I was thinking Padfoot,” Sirius said, “like a dog's paw prints.”

“You know, for someone who was just making fun of code names a second ago you sure have given a lot of thought to yours,” you teased.

“Shove it,” he smirked, “What about you? Can't very well have a second Moony.”

You stared at him in momentary disbelief.

“Me?”

“Well, yeah,” Sirius chuckled.

“We couldn't have done any of this without you,” Remus reminded you with a smile.

“I think you've more than earned an honorary title as one of us,” James said.

“That is, if you want to,” Peter said timidly.

You looked at the four of them, genuinely touched.

“I. . . I don't know what to say,” you smiled.

“You could say 'yes',” James piped up.

“Alright, you loons,” you laughed, “if you leave Severus alone for good, then yes.”

“Hey, I think we've been pretty good about that lately,” James pouted.

“Yes you have,” you admitted, “It's the only reason I bothered to give you the time of day, but this time it's a promise.”

James rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was undeniable. He'd never admit it out loud, but being friends with you was more fun than messing with Snape ever was.

“Alright, fine. (Y/n) (L/n), I solemnly swear that I will leave tormenting our dear old friend Snivelus behind us forever,” he said dramatically, putting a hand up at his pledge.

“Oh, bother,” you laughed, “the only thing you'll 'solemnly swear' to is that you're up to no good.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

“Then that's settled,” Remus smiled, “you'll need a code name too.”

“Let's see,” Sirius hummed in thought, “What other defining features do wolves have besides. . . well, their. . . fangs?”

“They're canines, you numbnut,” you huffed.

“Close enough, I'm writing Fangs.”

“Oi, I didn't agree to that!”

“Too bad, I'm already writing it~”

“Okay, well if that's the stupid name I'm getting saddled with them I'm going to write it myself,” you said stubbornly. You actually didn't mind the name at all.

“Well that's it, then,” James said, “Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Fangs. We could join the bloody circus.”

“All we need is a group name,” you said, half joking.

“We've already got one,” James said proudly.

“Oh? Let's hear it, then.”

“The Marauders.”

“. . .”

You kept your face straight for exactly three seconds before you burst out laughing. The four boys flushed with embarrassment.

“The Marauders?” you chortled, “what are you, pirates?”

“It's what McGonnagall called us the first time we got ourselves into proper trouble,” James defended himself, his cheeks reddening, “You rowdy mob of marauders, she'd said.”

“Huh,” you chuckled, coming down from your laughing fit, “Well, then I suppose that would make this The Marauders Map. I'll admit, it actually kinda has a ring to it.”

And despite your group's joking quips and bickering, they couldn't agree more.

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“Wait,” Harry said, eyes wide at your story, “So, my dad was an animagus too?”

“Sure was,” you smiled warmly.

“This whole time I thought 'Prongs' was just because his patronus was a stag.”

“Your animagus form is usually the same animal as your patronus,” you explained, “In some very rare cases they can be different, but they work in the same emotionally driven vein of magical ability, so it would make sense that they'd be linked. Your father was extraordinary at both, because as much as he would deny it, he felt everything very deeply.”

Your eyes drifted to the wall opposite you in the living room, and a small but sad smile graced your features.

“Love is often the most powerful emotion a witch or wizard can draw from,” you said softly, “but you already know that.”

Harry followed your gaze over his shoulder. There, posted on the wall among a collage of photographs from the Order was a picture of his mother and father. It was one he'd seen a hundred times, and one he had his own copy of: them in each others' arms in a London park, autumn leaves swirling around them as they danced without any music. Even from this distance he could see the emotion in their eyes as they looked at one another— like they were the only two people in the world.

“Yeah,” Harry said, wiping a stray tear from his eyes, “I do.”

Read chapter 7 here!

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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BTS Reaction ||Prank Wars [Request]

BTS X GN!Reader

WARNING: FAKE PHYSICAL FIGHT IN JIMIN’S REACTION

SEOKJIN:

Jin smirked to himself as he finished applying the small fake hickey's up and down his neck, he was proud of himself for making them look at least a little convincing in low light. He knew you were due home any minute and he was determined that he was going to be the one winning this prank war the two of you had seemed to have found yourselves in together. It started off with the small squirt of water here and there but now it had turned into a full-fledged war between you both, each of you outstepping the other. The door turned to the bedroom and he picked up some concealer from the desk quickly pretending that he was attempting to cover up the purple marks when you walked through the door.

"J-Jin?" You stuttered out as you stared at the marks on his neck, your heart sinking as you began to think of him sleeping with someone else, someone that wasn't you.

"Babe, it isn't what it looked like-" You began crying into your hands dramatically as you thought of him with another person and Jin couldn't help but feel bad at the thought of a joke making you this upset.

"Baby please, listen-"

"No, we're done...I-I can't believe you would ever cheat on me." You whimpered as you walked out of the bedroom door, tears rolling down your face as you headed towards the front door of your shared home. Jin continued to plead with you to turn around and look at him but you stood at the door with your back to him,

"I can't believe you would ever do something like that...T-That you think I would fall for something like that," You laughed as you turned to look at him, turning on the flash light to show the sparkles of the purple eyeshadow he'd used on his neck.

"Dang it," He hissed out as he realised you had been pranking him, of course, you knew they were fake the moment you walked into the bedroom door, the light reflected on the glitter and he'd left the evidence all over the vanity.

YOONGI:

Yoongi whined out as you continued tickling his sides, you knew just how ticklish he was under his arms and down his hips so you were doing your best to tickle him in revenge for him putting salt in the sugar pot making your drink salty.

"You're evil Min Yoongi," You cried out as you straddled his lap continuing to tickle him as he thrashed around beneath you doing everything he could to get you off him but that was when he came up with the genius idea.

"Babe! Stop!" He whined out as he continued trying to push you off him, slapping your hands away before he whined again.

"Areum stop!" You froze in place at the mention of his ex-girlfriends name and you stared down at him,

"What?" You questioned thinking you might have just misheard him through all the laughter and whining but he frowned,

"I said stop Y/n," You shook your head as you struggled to get away from him,

"You called me Areum-" As soon as a giant smirk took over his face you knew that it was his plan to just get you to stop tickling him so much so you grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face, laughing as he rolled back against the floor in a fit of chuckles.

HOSEOK:

You stared over at Hoseok as he worked on his laptop from home, he had planned to take some time off and spend it with you but so far he'd been working from home.

"Hoseok can you get me my jacket please?" His whole body tensed and you smirked to yourself knowing that your plan was working, he slowly turned to look at you with sad eyes.

"What?" He questioned, you glanced over at him innocently as if you had no idea why he was so upset all of a sudden.

"Hoseok, can you get me my jacket? Please..." You repeated but his eyes seemed to get sadder and it felt as though you were staring down at Bambi.

"Why? Why are you calling me Hoseok? Did I do something wrong? Did I forget our anniversary?!" You could hear the panic in his voice as he rushed to his feet checking the calendar as you did your best to hold back a small laugh as you watched him.

"Baby relax, I was just playing." You laughed as he looked at you, his eyes still sad as he began to pout a little, sitting beside you and kissing you all over your face.

"I promise to spend today with you after I've finished this email." He whispered before going back to his laptop.

NAMJOON:

Namjoon left half an hour ago to go to the studio for some kind of emergency leaving you home alone after watching the scariest horror movie you'd ever watched. You thought you would be able to manage it without being too scared but that was before Namjoon up and left you in the middle of the night.

"I'm fine, it's just a movie." You whispered to yourself as you headed up the stairs to bed, flicking the light switch on as you entered the bedroom, you sat down on the bed and tried to calm yourself down when all of a sudden the light turned off and you let out a scream.

"I-It's fine! It's just the light bulb, it's old." You tried to reassure yourself but it came back on only to go off again a couple of more times making you scream out and hide under the blankets as Namjoon continued turning the lights on and off from the main switch downstairs.

"Babe!" He yelled out as he heard you crying to yourself under the sheets, he sprinted up to you bringing you into his arms as he did his best to hide his laugher.

"I was just playing around, I'm sorry." He whispered as you sniffled in his arms, shaking at the thought of a ghost being in the house only for it to turn out to be your dumb ass boyfriend.

"If I wasn't so scared you'd be sleeping on the sofa." You complained before pouting up at him.

JIMIN:

Jungkook and yourself had been practising the routine for weeks, you had fake sugar glass around the apartment as well as fake blood pods stashed in your pockets. Jimin had the genius idea of starting a prank war between everyone and you and Jungkook teamed up together to end it, deciding to "fight" one another as if a prank had gotten out of hand and you were truly mad at him.

"You're a fucking bitch!" Jungkook yelled out as soon as the front door opened to reveal a concerned Jimin standing there watching you both.

"Yeah! Well, at least I'm not a fucking cry baby!" You yelled out as you playfully shoved Jungkook against the wall only for him to light push you back, knocking you into the coffee table that smashed and made you hit the ground. Jimin yelled out for you to stop but Jungkook stood above you, pretending to punch you since Jimin couldn't see which was your cue to bite down on the blood pill in your mouth. Jungkook was dragged off you and placed on the floor as Jimin began to lecture him about how much of an idiot he was, getting ready to hit his friend when you jumped up.

"Now will you stop with the stupid pranks, before this really happens?" You gestured to the floor as Jimin's face ran pale realising all of it had been fake, he nodded before kissing your face softly relieved that you were okay.

TAEHYUNG:

You woke up from a nap to see Taehyung sitting above you with a panicked look on his face, you frowned wondering what was wrong when you suddenly felt something on your head.

"B-Babe?" You questioned as your fingers graced over the piece of paper that was attached to your eyebrow,

"Baby, don't overreact...I-I was going to prank you by "waxing" your eyebrow but I've accidentally put a real wax strip on." Taehyung's voice gave you all the sincerity you needed to know he was being serious and you let out a whine at the thought of having one eyebrow.

"You can just draw the other one on." He said as he tried to remind you that this was all going to be okay but you were up on your feet and staring at yourself in the mirror trying to come up with a way to take it off without taking the hairs out.

"Here, the internet says to do this-" Taehyung spoke as he looked at his phone, you turned to look at him wondering what it was when he suddenly ripped the sheet off making you scream out.

"BABE! MY EYEBROWS!" You yelled turning back to the mirror in a panic to see it was still sitting there fine while Taehyung died of laughter in the background.

"Oh it's on." You breathed out as you stared at him,

"You want a prank war...You'll get one," You smirked at him, turning to leave the room to come up with some ideas to prank him back with.

JUNGKOOK:

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," The boys were all crowding around you as Jungkook bought a cake into the room, your age on the cake with sparklier candles as all of them sang together.

"Happy birthday to Y/n, happy birthday to you!" They all chorused as the cake was placed down in front of you, you smiled happily as you saw an image of you and all seven of the guys sitting on top of the white cake, it looked like it was going to taste heavenly.

"I want my face," Yoongi said as he watched you picking up the knife to cut into the cake with, Jungkook was watching with a smirk on his face the entire time while Namjoon set his phone to record.

"Does everyone want their own face?" You questioned innocently not knowing that the cake wasn't a fake at all but that Jungkook had covered floral foam in icing to make it look real.

"Sure," They all said together as you tried to stick the knife in, the smile fading from your lips as you thought maybe the cake had gone bad,

"Baby I can't cut it." You looked at Jungkook who told you to try again but when you did you heard a creaking noise and you knew why,

"You're evil!" You whined as you stabbed the knife into the centre of the "cake" and wiggled it apart to see the green floral foam poking through you began pouting playfully while all the boys laughed.

"Here baby, a real cake." Jungkook laughed as he placed a real cake down in front of you this time.

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megumitski · 3 years

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hello these are the bnha fics i’ve read so far and i just made this to track them for myself. favorites are marked with a 💥! more bakudeku plus tododeku and other ships under the cut.

bakudeku

💥 Bluebird - EtherealBeing (53k)

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Let’s Be Alone Together - lalazee (3k)

Prompt: Deku being aggressively forward in his pursuit of Bakugou, and how that big oaf would react to someone else actually making the first move.

“Are you going to spend your entire life wishing you’d kissed me or are you gonna grow some balls and fucking do it?”

Bell Pepper - ticklishivories (7k)

Midoriya knew they wouldn’t talk about it. He was right. But he never thought it’d happen again.

spilling over every side - failbender (6k)

No good deed goes unpunished, not when there's a crazy lady with a complex and Lust Quirk parading around the city. By now, Katsuki should probably be used to things blowing up in his face.

be loved - bonnia (5k)

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

Leftovers - brichibi (6k)

“Did you two make up?”

That. That’s why that fight felt like it was worth it, even if, technically, Izuku can’t answer her. Have they made up? Is this making up?

He actually doesn’t know.

[Or: the house arrest fic where it is, somehow, more awkward to talk through feelings than it is to fight]

lust-drunk - theboykingofhell (8k)

The one where Bakugou tries not to lose his mind to lust, and Midoriya is the useless gay who does nothing to help that matter at all.

💥 Quiet Rapture - lalazee (261k) - inc.

That A/B/O fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

💥 A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8k)

Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? - reading_raindrop (8k)

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

💥 take care - Chrome (2k)

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

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“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

Just Look At Me - Colourcubify (52k) - dnf

Midoriya is completely happy with his life. Nope, not one single regret in his twenty-seven years. He especially doesn't regret running into his old childhood friend/bully after almost ten years, nor does he regret spilling coffee all over his very expensive looking suit. How nice it will be to die with no regrets. ~~~~ AKA the sugar daddy AU I meant to be a one shot, that turned into a full fledged story.

A Nest for the Best - Camellia_Sinensis (1k)

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

unforgiving - i_write_emotion (19k)

Deku is hit with a quirk that takes away his ability to forgive, and Bakugou’s world comes crashing down. Quirkless!Deku. Pro-hero!Bakugou.

@ Deku WRONG CHAT - katyastark (16k) - inc.

Deku: THE LENGTHS I WOULD GO TO JUST LICK THE SWEAT OFF HIS ABS hnnnnnghhh

Deku: or! like! It doesn’t even have to be his abs! It could be anywhere else! I’m not picky!

Pinky: excuse me what

ChargeDolt: OMG

Uravity: @Deku WRONG CHAT

I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. - InkspillsNotebook (6k)

Ta-Da!!!! I hope you all enjoy the finished product!!! I'm sorry (not sorry) I broke a lot of you when I first posted this to tumblr!!

Procrastination - capncapk (5k)

But it is still surprising to see his more-than-friend-but-also-lover-he-guesses in his office seeking attention though Izuku already turned him down.

Usually he'll get a text of 'wyd?' followed by a time and place if Izuku responds with a confirmation, and silence if he's busy.

Or slammed into the wall in the agency's shower for a quickie if no one was around, which despite his anxiety, he often acquiesces to.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71k)

The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) - vannral (16k)

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Yes, They’re All Safe - teaandtumblr (5k)

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

💥 all choked up - spicyrabbit (5k)

Bakugou Katsuki had a habit of turning away from the heard. At 16, he does this by coming to terms with wanting, desperately, to see his childhood friend cry.

💥 May I take your order, dipshit? - supercrunch (6k)

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

blooms every hour - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“It’s you, okay?!” Deku screams. “It’s you. And I know you’ll never love me back, so -” Deku wipes his eyes and straightens. “So just leave it.”

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Deku has hanahaki, and Katsuki doesn't know how to save him.

all choked up - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“Deku, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Izuku asks Kacchan to help him train blackwhip. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

A Fight To The Death - iknewaman (10k)

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

💥 Like the Moon - osakakitty (15k)

Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is confused about his feelings for Midoriya, and doesn’t know what he wants. Besides a good night’s sleep.

💥 We Wear Chains on the Weekend - surveycorpsjean (35k)

Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare.

"Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways.

Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

take me out to dinner first - dynamighttiddy (3k)

“Kacchan,” Deku chides. “What’s going on?”

Katsuki takes a deep breath.

He trusts Deku with his life. He can trust him with this, too.

“Have sex with me.��

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Katsuki Bakugou is one of the only virgins left in class 3-A - and with graduation just around the corner, he's desperate to change that.

💥 that ultra kind of love - dynamighttiddy (11k)

“So, uh,” Kirishima starts. “Was that your first kiss?” he whispers, almost sheepish. Katsuki’s stomach drops, and he freezes. Memories of green eyes and freckles and soft lips flash behind his eyelids. “Yeah,” he lies easily. “That was my first kiss.”

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In which Bakugou pretends Kirishima is his first kiss, amongst other things.

to the moon and back - kewltie (1k)

"He gets stupid when he's drunk," Katsuki seethes in his seat as he watches Izuku croon love notes into Uraraka's throat. He’d never met a worst lightweight then Deku, who become some kind of demented affectionate monster.

💥 Bridges - supercrunch (18k)

Yaomomo sighs. “We’ve got a little bit of a situation, Bakugou. Ashi—uhm, somebody might have accidentally signed you up for that modelling gig.”

Katsuki holds up a hand. "So what you’re telling me here," he says, "is that you told Calvin Klein I would model for them. In my underwear.”

Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”

(The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart.

So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.)

Crescendo - supercrunch - inc. (4k)

(Izuku's band is on their way to the top of the charts. But the real star, he thinks, is the drummer.)

Guilty Kiss - osakakitty (1k)

He could feel Midoriya's eyes on him. Even though he knew it was wrong, Bakugo still wet his lips in anticipation.

(Canon-verse) A short story about making out in a closet. It's messy, but so is their relationship.

💥 Surfaces - surveycorpsjean (25k)

Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right.

As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Classical conditioning - supercrunch (8k)

(or: how to trick a boy into going out with you.)

Alright. Maybe his idiot friends had a point, Katsuki thinks as he shoulders open the front door. His mother’s in the living room drinking coffee. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and stomps over. “Am I charming?” he demands, blocking the TV.

Mitsuki pats his cheek. “Oh, hon. Not at all.”

💥 Dance Bunny - EllaBesmirched (17k)

Katsuki Bakugou spends most week nights by himself, sitting in a corner at his local strip club and passing time until he feels tired enough to sleep. Work leaves him stressed and the new city he moved to a year ago is just different enough that he can't sleep at night and can't seem to get comfortable no matter where he is.

When he finally changes up his schedule and decides to head to the club on a Saturday night, he is instantly infatuated with a part-time dancer who can do things with his body that Katsuki didn't even know were possible. The dancer calls himself Bunny. By the second lap dance, Katsuki realizes he is in trouble.

but the entrails are the best part! - supercrunch (15k)

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

tododeku

(You Know You’re Really) Cute - ladyhoneydarlinglove (2k)

Kirishima poses the question, who’s the cutest boy in Class 1-A? The answers kind of surprise everyone, especially Midoriya.

Everything Except - Pouler (28k)

"In retrospect, Midoriya probably should’ve realized the moment they were enveloped in a glittering pink cloud that something was about to go Very Wrong."

After an encounter with a unique villain threatens to change the nature of their partnership, Midoriya must find a way to get things back to normal between him and Todoroki. That is, if he's certain that getting 'back to normal' is what he really wants...

count your blessings, not your flaws - PitViperOfDoom (7k)

Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

Riddles in the Heart - PitViperOfDoom (19k)

The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye.

Of course, there's only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

Late bloomer - Nohaljiachi (10k)

That’s why when they’ve found themselves face to face on the ring of the sport festival once more, for the third time ever since they’ve met each other, and Izuku smiled at him, eager and challenging, self-confident but never full of himself, Shouto blinked, dazed and shocked, in realizing just how blindingly beautiful his best friend was. The way Izuku’s white shirt clung on his muscles, the little peek of his collar bone and the hard lines of his pecs visible under it, the way his thighs curved and filled the school gym uniform.

‘Oh, fuck—‘ Shouto thought, his head spinning, feeling like he just got run over by a freight train. ‘Shit. He’s- hot?’

Burn and Breathe - PitViperOfDoom (11k)

Soulmates are connected through pain, and some bonds have more to share than others. Todoroki Shouto wishes he could reject his soulmate. Midoriya wants nothing more than to protect his own.

one string, fit for a bow - furihatachlookie (5k)

There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya's realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn't love at first sight either.

It sorta just... happened over time.

fire and feelings - kagshina (8k)

“Uh…” he starts, eyes widening. “Your finger’s on fire.”

Todoroki’s face scrunches together, confused, and then he looks down, noticing the flame. Midoriya watches as shock flashes across Todoroki’s face, and then horror, and then finally settles on embarrassment as he puts out the flame.

“Shit,” Todoroki mumbles, and Midoriya’s lip curves upward.

bakutododeku

💥 Fire in the Mountains - EllaBesmirched (168k)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

The Ballad of Love and Hate - EllaBesmirched (6k)

After eight painfully long years, Katsuki finally has Izuku back. He's determined to keep him this time, and to do that, he knows there are some things he has to say.

(mis)matched - ethydium (12k)

Midoriya doesn't hate the idea of finding one's soulmate, even though he had long since given up on finding his own. And then Bakugou and Todoroki match, and while he's happy for them, his heart breaks from all the unsaid things he feels for them.

Or:

Midoriya pines and suffers his way to his own happy ending.

pillowed by love - ethydium (21k)

As a prank, Uraraka gets Midoriya a body pillow (dakimakura) with the image of Bakugou printed on it. Then another one with Todoroki's picture. Chaos ensues.

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For who could learn to love a beast? - supercrunch (4k) - bakutodo

Bakugou takes a deep breath and steps out into the living room, eyes automatically adjusting to the change in light. There’s a boy hanging up his coat in the hall. He’s handsome, albeit in an annoying way, hair dyed two colours to match his heterochromia and skin pale and perfect and smooth. He looks expensive. “Bakugou.”

“That’s me,” Bakugou says. “You’re younger than I expected.”

“I’m older than I look.”

(Deku was right, damn him. Pretty boys are Bakugou's type.)

Want it All - surveycorpsjean (29k) - kiribakutododeku

“Hey, so..." Eijirou grins. "Can we ask you guys a question?"

Frankendick and the Great Acid Fiasco - EllaBesmirched (11k) - shiggyxdabi

Dabi had been intending to spend a very nice Saturday getting stoned and plotting murder, thank you very much, but when a trio of UA brats on enough L to kill a Beatle accidentally dose him and two other unsuspecting homicidal maniacs, Dabi has to change his plans a bit. Apparently no else around here knows how to trip balls and fucking enjoy it.

The Twitter - EllaBesmirched (8k) - tododenki

Shouto never really intended for anyone to find his secret Twitter account. He certainly didn't intend for Kaminari to see Shouto's thirst tweets about him. Luckily, Kaminari doesn't seem to mind.

pray you catch me - supercrunch (4k)

Katsuki pushes her shirt up to kiss her stomach. It’s silly, how it makes her heart flutter, how Izuku’s whispered I love you threatens to make her cry all over again. They’re unwrapping her from her clothes. They won’t let her hide, she thinks numbly. Won’t let her curl in on herself like she’s something dirty, Katsuki’s hands tugging off her underwear so she’s naked and exposed between them. “I,” she says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I’m just being dumb.”

Izuku shushes her. Another tear trickles down her cheek and into her ear. He kisses it away, humming, brushing her bangs off her forehead so he can press his mouth between her brows. “You have every right to be upset. We’ll deal with him later. For now just let us take care of you.”

“She’ll get the message once you stop talking and fuck her,” Katsuki says, slipping his fingers into her. She clenches around him and shudders. “Gonna eat you out ‘til you forget how to move. Now put that fucking motor mouth to good use, Deku.”

#bnha #fic rec #mha #my hero academia #bakudeku #tododeku #bakutododeku #i do want to start reading kiribaku drop some recs pls #im just in a bakudeku hole #im not complaining i like it here #bnha fic rec #mha fic rec

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twopoppies · 3 years

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Hello, would you be able to rec some fics where Louis is super confident? I tried looking in your master post but didn’t find anything like this (unless I missed is then I’m so sorry to bother you).

Hi sweetheart. It’s never a bother. I’m just sorry it took me a while to pull this together! I think all of these fics have confident Louis, it just manifests differently depending on the fic. I hope you find some you like!

Danger I Can’t Hide by CelticSky (E, 227K) This one’s got all the tension and drama you’d expect of a World War II story—life and death high stakes, friends and lovers unexpectedly torn apart, battles and heroism, plus the added stakes of classism and homophobia—then add a slow burn, high risk, scorching love affair spanning years. If you want a story that’s complex and fantastically researched, plus lovers to root for, read it. It’s long. But I couldn’t put it down.

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 112K) At last, the full-fledged, dirty, sugar baby fic we needed. Harry's character is so layered and so beautifully drawn, I just fell in love with him. Louis is sexy and powerful and also tender and sweet, just how I imagine the actual Louis to be. This author wrote one of my favorite fics of 2021, so I was really excited to dive into this one. They really know how to set a scene and draw you in to their characters. Scorching smut scenes, excellent use of side characters, and some angst that fully made me cry. Definitely worth a read!

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (NR, 209K) this fic will run you through the wringer, but it’s really a great read. I really like the way the author took the boys from enemies to friends to boyfriends, and how we got to see how protective and supportive Louis became towards Harry.

Both Showing Hearts by kiwikero (E, 114K) This author is always a pleasure to read –– I just find their fics really satisfying. This one is sweet and full of Harry figuring himself out and The two of them supporting each other along the way.

Read The Room by anonymous (E, 2K) Oh... wow. This was ridiculously sexy and original. Short, but it really packed a punch.

tie you down so you can float away by alongthewatchtower (NR, 5K) I love the way this is more about helping Harry get out of his head and how Louis is so understanding and supportive.

sweet baby, our sex has meaning by publunchesownmyass (E, 8K) This author manages to make this fic romantic and filthy and super sexy all at once. Plus, Harry in that lace dress and you’ve got a winner.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 43K) This was just a really unique and beautiful story about loss, grief, and learning how to open up to someone.

To Honor by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites (E, 15K) there’s so much about this fic I love. The battle scenes are full of tension, the smut scenes are super charged and sexy, the story line is unique, the boys are in kilts... the list goes on. Seriously though, this author took this fic to a different level — the writing fits the time period (13th century Scotland), but still feels fresh and alive. Give this one a try — I hope you like it as much as I do.

gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 33K) This one is mine, but I think this fic portrays Louis as really confident. Here’s the summary.

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist.

What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way.

Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for.

Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

Stranger Stars by shaylea / @sunshineandhisrainbows (E, 212K) It’s a really unique fic that takes place on a 6-week safari through Africa. It’s incredibly detailed and the author does a lovely job with the character arcs and with setting the scene.

Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 84K) I couldn’t put this down from the minute I started. Everything about it was such fun. Terrific banter, great chemistry, unique story, beautiful writing. I literally read the first 9 chapters in one sitting. Starting at 1:30 in the morning (like an idiot).

But When We Kiss... by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 8K) At last this author has graced us with another fic and it’s a filthy, fantastic Sugar Baby Harry fic. Hallelujah! But seriously, their writing is so good, the dynamics are so hot, and Harry is just the perfect kind of desperate in this one. Go read it!

Never Never Never Stop for Anyone (Sheylinsonverse) by aimmyarrowshigh, spibsy (lucy_and_ramona) Yes, here I am again, putting this series on a list. Probably 10 people in this fandom like it as much as I do, but I don’t care. I have read all 440K words more than once, and will likely do it a few more times. Yes, it needs editing, but even so…really well written, super sexy (if you like reading BDSM and can handle Larry + someone else), and such interesting character development. One of my favorite things about this fic is how the authors differentiate between the ways the different characters inhabit their Dom and Sub personalities.

Sodalite & Adventurine by @forreveries (E, 81K) Gay pirate adventure that’ll keep you on the edge of your seat until the end. Amazing chemistry, great world building, super sexy smut, and beautiful writing. Do yourself a favor and read it!

Run and I’ll Give Chase by orphan_account (E, 25K) I really liked the characterizations in this one; the way Harry wants Louis, but is afraid to want him, and then finally gives in? So good! Plus…there’s a second part Jump and I’ll Catch you (E, 13K) that I haven’t read yet, but @cuethetommo assures me that the telepathy continues and the fic is great!

The light to guide me home by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun (E, 65K) I don’t know what it is about this fic but I’ve read it so many times and I just really love the instant chemistry, the smut is stupid hot and fuels the character growth, and even with the angst, the whole thing is just lighthearted and sexy.

No Bunny But You by crinkle_eyed_boo / @crinkle-eyed-boo (E, 13K) I loved the banter in this one! The flirting was fun and so well done and even though it all takes place in one day, I got a great sense of them getting to know each other and opening up. And the smut scene was 👍🏻

You Always Make Me Smile by champagneboyband (E, 60K, WIP) Yes, it’s a WIP. I’m listing it because the hope that someday it will be updated gives me the will to live. But also because even as a WIP this fic has everything I love. The characters are multi-faceted, the sexual chemistry is off the charts, the background story is complex enough to give the story numerous possibilities for angst and everything else. WHY MUST IT REMAIN A WIP???

Tied Down by HamPalpert / @ham-palpert (E, 49K) Harry and Louis are criminals in this one, the other boys are the detectives, and I really liked how original and layered this story was. If the tags concern you, contact the author (or me) –– the fic is a wild ride, but so worth the read!

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head! by keyshmashlesbian, wreckingtomlinson (karasunonolibero) (T, 22K) Honestly one of the funniest things I’ve ever read. Famous!Louis, disaster gay not-famous Harry. Also includes great OT5 friendship, great banter, and a lot of laughs.

honey is it time to spin by alongthewatchtower (NR, 4K) I mean…pure filth. Strangers to lovers, age difference, messy subby Harry. Filth.

Lightning Strikes Twice by @dinosaursmate (E, 106K) It’s not often that I read a 100+K fic multiple times, but this one is worth it. It’s one of my favorites from this author, and a favorite all around. It’s an epic love story spanning decades and massive life changes. It’s sexy and well-written, and so touching, and so fulfilling in many ways.

precious little thing by mercutionnotromeo (E, 21K) I’ve read this one so many times…it’s got it all. This time the phone sex operator is Louis, and subby Harry is just beginning to realize his daddy kink.

Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction (E, 154K) This is such a wonderful, intimate characterization of Harry – you really get to see so many sides of him and this author writes them all so well. It’s action packed, funny, deeply moving, and has such a satisfying ending. You will be so wrung out after reading this fic – this author puts you through it, but it’s SO worth it. Great banter, great side characters, action, smut…it has it all.

I'd do Niall by alongthewatchtower (E, 8K) I know this fic isn’t for everyone and I also know it’s pure filth. But I love everything about it. Dirty talk, Harry in panties, overwhelmed Harry, Niall trying it and not knocking it, Dom Louis vibes…all the good stuff. LOL! This author also has a handful of others that I’m a big fan of.

In Dreams by dolce_piccante (M, 24K) This actually might be my favorite of this author’s fics, although I know it’s definitely not the most popular. It’s just soft and romantic and sweet and I’m a sucker for tattoo artist Louis winning over slightly uptight Harry.

a million roses (bathed in rock n' roll) (E, 30K) by deLILAh Honestly so lovely. I love how the author jumps through time, highlighting moments I love how their relationship grows And matures. It’s just a really satisfying read.

Escapade by doce_piccante (M, 146K) I know, I know. This fic really doesn’t need more recs –– everyone knows this one. But Louis is definitely confident, the hate to love chemistry of the main characters is done really, really well, the smut is super sexy, and it’s a really fun read.

#confident Louis #my fic rec #larry fic rec #long post

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Basic Instincts Part 30- Hope

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.

Warnings for description of prior panic attack

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Mirko doesn’t know what to do with this version of Hawks.

She’s never seen it before. Glimpses of a more serious side, maybe, when his full name had been revealed and certainly in the two weeks since you’d been kidnapped but never to this extent. She’s never seen him so vulnerable. Never seen him screaming in pain. Never seen him sobbing through a panic attack. Never seen that same panic attack worsen until he literally passed out.

Mirko is a loner. Always has been. She likes it that way. But if she has to pick one person to work with, if she has to go so far as picking one person she genuinely considers a friend in the hero world, then it’s Hawks. Easily. It’s why she was so hard on him over his stupid conspiracy theory around you and the HPSC. But then Noriko had shown up in his hospital room and promptly shooed her out. Maybe it’s guilt that she hadn’t considered checking his mental health during her intervention but when Noriko leaves his hospital room looking vaguely annoyed, Mirko only pretends to re-enter his room before following Noriko at a safe distance.

Eventually Noriko stops and Mirko feels validated for following her when Noriko checks around her to make sure no one’s around before making a phone call. Mirko keeps herself hidden, ears perking up to listen in. “Yes, yes I know how it looks but he’ll be fine,” Noriko sighs to whoever is on the other line. “I didn’t do anything a villain couldn’t have done and this situation is precisely why they should be separated!” she hisses and Mirko draws in a shocked breath. Maybe Hawks isn’t so crazy after all. “No, I’m sure Hawks is monitoring our transportation logs, he’ll notice if we suddenly add another international shipment. There’s a cargo ship leaving Fukuoka for Singapore in a couple days, new vessel, no accidents on the job building it so it shouldn’t be haunted. We’ll use that to get her out of Japan. Trust me, I have this all under control,” Noriko explains. As she starts to wrap up the phone call Mirko decides she’s heard enough.

Keigo feels empty.

Some part of him had hoped he’d only imagined the pain and hollowness. Or that it had been a villain’s quirk messing with him and not actually the bond, but now he knows that’s not the case. Noriko had assured him you were alive with a roll of her eyes and all he can really do is hope she’s not lying. Still, her assurances don’t change the fact that he has no idea where you are, if you’re ok, if the bond breaking hurt you as much as it hurt him, and above all else it doesn’t change the fact that the bond is gone and the space it left behind aches like a physical wound. He hates that so much of himself has been exposed to other people too. Tokoyami had shown up with the plushie you gave him. Hawks thought no one knew about it. He keeps it hidden under his desk while he’s working so he can keep a part of you close. The damn thing barely smells like you anymore and he feels like a fucking child with the way he’s clutching it to his chest but he can’t make himself stop. It’s the only thing so far that has even sort of soothed the black hole inside of him. “I… wasn’t even aware this is possible,” Tokoyami admits, “I’m so sorry.” “Ah don’t worry about me Kid, Scar and I will be just fine once I figure this shit out,” he replies with a carefree smile he doesn’t feel at all. He clings to his persona desperately but it’s belied by the death grip he still has on the little stuffed plague doctor in his arms. “You don’t have to-“

“Hawks I have to talk to you!” Mirko announces, interrupting Tokoyami as she bursts into the room. Keigo has to resist the urge to visibly cringe as the memory of her watching him panic resurfaces. “We don’t, it was nothing. Probably just the after effects of some villain’s quirk,” Hawks assures her but she shakes her head. “Not about that, although yes later about that because that was obviously bullshit,” she refutes. “If you want to grovel for my forgiveness for yesterday because you feel bad now I-“ “It’s about Scarlet.” Anything else Hawks would’ve said to deflect dies in his throat. “Not here,” he tells her, before hopping off the hospital bed and preparing to leave.

Hawks is halfway to his destination before he realizes he’s heading towards your apartment instead of his own. It shouldn’t be that surprising. He’s been staying at your apartment since you left. But Mirko and Tokoyami don’t know that. No one knows that. Hawks was really hoping to keep it that way. He hesitates for a moment, his distaste for revealing pieces of himself warring with the yawning pit in his chest where your bond used to reside. In the end the pit wins. If he’s being honest with himself the idea of going to his absurdly large and devastatingly empty apartment right now is unfathomable. So he continues on toward your place, ignoring the concerned looks he receives from his companions when they notice his brief pause.

The moment Keigo steps into your apartment he sends a few feathers to slam the bedroom door closed. No reason for his colleagues to see the nest he’d made on your bed. “We can talk in the kitchen,” he says, leading the way. “I expected you to post up in a penthouse downtown, never expected your place to be cozy like this,” Mirko notes as she takes in the place, curiosity dragging her gaze across every inch. “It’s Scarlet’s,” Hawks confesses awkwardly. “Oh.” “Yea… What did you want to tell me?” “Shit right, ok well uh, first I owe you an apology,” Mirko admits sheepishly.

“An apology? For little ol’ me? Whatever for?” Hawks asks in faux surprise, plastering on a look of eager innocence. “Wipe that stupid look off your face asshole. I was wrong, ok? You’re right about the HPSC having Scarlet, and we’re going to need to move quick if you wanna get her back,” Mirko admits. “What’s going on?” Tokoyami asks. “Overheard Ms. President on the phone and she said something about separating bird brain and ghost girl then suggested putting her on a shipment heading to Singapore in two days,” Mirko explains. “Let me guess, new ship, no work site accidents right?” Hawks asks, getting a nod in response. “To make sure there are no ghosts on board. Makes sense but that narrows it down a lot, there’s probably only a handful of ships like that period and I doubt there’s more than one shipping out in two days,” he continues, feathers whirling around the apartment to grab his laptop and several files he’s been collecting on the HPSC’s recent activities and assets. “Jesus, this is what you‘ve been up to this past week?” Mirko asks in wonder as she watches papers fly around her. Hawks nods but his eyes never leave his laptop screen, determination etched across his features as he cross references various papers with whatever’s on his screen. “Got it, huge cargo freighter leaving in two days at 7am. They’ll never see us coming,” Hawks declares.

“Woah there cowboy, we are not going in just the three of us,” Mirko protests. “You’re right, I’ve also had Suneater and Tentacole helping so it’s only fair they be in it,” Hawks nods but Mirko just stares at him incredulously. “Oh my god, I have so many issues with this,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“First of all,” she raises one finger, “the commission will see us coming because they’re not idiots and know you’re a stubborn motherfucker. Second of all,” another finger joins the first, “your dream team is currently half people with only a year’s experience being a pro.”

“Technically it’s 40%.”

“Shut the fuck up Hawks. Please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up. If we’re going to raid a massive freighter we need a larger group and at the very least you need to give Nejire a heads up,” Mirko insists.

“May I suggest we bring in the entire hot bitch graveyard as well as Creati,” Tokoyami pipes up.

“I’m sorry the what?”

“It’s Scarlet’s groupchat with her friends, do try and keep up Mirko.”

“I swear to god, I will go Hannibal Lector on your ass KFC.”

“Nonsense. I’m chronically stressed, think how tough my meat would be.”

“Perhaps we should get back on task?” Tokoyami interrupts.

Hawks doesn’t want to bring in a bunch of people. It’s his technically ex mate that got kidnapped, his responsibility, and the more people he drags in the more people end up in his business and the more people who could end up hurt. But Mirko has a point and you’ve always been a good judge of character, so if he has to bring in people your groupchat isn’t a bad choice. But they’ll have questions, questions he’s not sure he’s willing to answer. “Do it for (y/n),” Tokoyami says suddenly and immediately Hawks snaps to stare at his young sidekick. It’s the first time Keigo’s ever heard someone else call you by your first name but above all he knows his sidekick is right. It’s not about him and his general discomfort. “I’ll call suneater now.”

“Wait who the fuck is (y/n)?”

“Scarlet, obviously. Did you seriously think that Scarlet was her real name?”

“I fucking hate you you overgrown pigeon.”

Once Hawks sends word it’s a matter of minutes before the apartment is filled with people. Everyone from the farm and the hot bitch graveyard all organized in one place, filling your apartment with life as they come up with a game plan. He thinks the sight would make you happy and he’s determined to make sure you see it. So they strategize late into the night, the occasional person splitting off to run a patrol or respond to a distress call, only to return and help with the planning immediately afterwards. By the time the clock strikes 2am they pretty much have a plan. “Ok but there’s one problem left to solve,” Nejire points out. Everyone looks her way, eyes tired but determined as they wait for her to continue. “Where do we go after we save her? Can’t exactly just take her back to our apartments,” she continues. “We could try getting a new place?” Kaminari suggests but Momo is already shaking her head. “Even if we could find one in time, which would be a stretch, I’m sure the HPSC is monitoring for stuff like that or at the very least would check the minute we get her back. They’d find us in no time, we need to go somewhere already established that they wouldn’t suspect,” she points out. “Everyone she could hide out with is in this room,” Nejire sighs. “I know where we could go,” Keigo pipes up although he doesn’t look too happy about it. “You do?” Mirio asks. “Yea… The commission won’t expect me to go there and if nothing else it’ll buy us time until we find a better solution.” “Who is it with?” Kirishima asks, head cocking to the side in curiosity. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll give you all the address,” Keigo replies. “Gee that’s real reassuring,” Mirko snarks. “Just trust me on this one alright?” Hawks insists. Something in his gaze must convey his conviction because instead of protesting further he just gets a nod in response. “Alright, then in two days we get Scarlet back, yea?” The chorus of resolute “yes”s Hawks gets in response makes something warm nestle up next to the bottomless pit yawning in his chest.

He’s not sure what it is but it feels suspiciously like hope.

A/N: The Hawks and Mirko dynamic is fun to write because Hawks(tm) is a menace and Mirko has no patience for it

Taglist: @oliviasslut @theycallme-becky @vibesdontlie @superhermit @thechroniclesofawriter @fandomsgotmefucked

#hopelessbi #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hawks smau

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hikari--sakura · 2 years

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I know nobody really asked for this, but here’s an entire post on why I personally think that Lolo from the Klonoa series is autistic.

I’m on the autism spectrum myself, and these headcanons and observations are partially based on my own personal experiences! I also really relate a lot with Lolo as a character and see a lot of myself in her, so take that as you will.

I can only speak on my own experiences as an autistic person with this, since no two autistic people share the same exact traits. That being said, it’s perfectly okay if you disagree with this headcanon.

I’ll really only be including things I’ve noticed in the games (as well as the slapstick manga and Dream Traveller of Noctis Sol), I’ll likely delve into personal headcanons that are unrelated to the actual series in a future post, perhaps?

[this will contain some spoilers for Klonoa 2: Lunatea’s Veil, so please proceed with caution if you have yet to play or finish the game!! I’ll be putting my points under the cut due to said spoilers!]

•Lolo has some knowledge about Lunatea itself during the course of Lunatea’s Veil (as of replaying this game at the moment, I realized she’s mostly adding to what Baguji has said when she, Klonoa, and Popka visit his island, but I can edit this point once I can clearly realize what’s actually happening). I actually interpret this as her having a special interest in world history! If I remembered this wrong and it isn’t the case, I might as well just make it a personal headcanon of mine!

•Her clumsiness, such as when she dropped the element of tranquility after the Leptio the Flower Clown boss fight, and the many times she trips and falls. There are many instances of this in Lunatea’s Veil, Beach Volleyball (her ending in specific), and Heroes. I had to double check to see if this was something common with autistic people (even if it’s something I experience myself), and it apparently is.

•Lolo was bullied a lot by her peers while training to become a priestess. I know that part of it is due to her being inexperienced and “weak”, but this happens so often with many autistic people (myself included) that I couldn’t not include this.

•related to the previous point, Lolo could also have major rejection sensitivity, which is present with both autism and ADHD. She’s really fragile when it comes to her own self worth and abilities. Not only was it her peers that mockingly pointed it out and bullied her about it, but Nightmare Klonoa also did this in Dream Traveller of Noctis Sol.

•So with the first half of the Polonte boss fight?? When Lolo was dealing with immense guilt when realizing that using Klonoa and his wind ring to cheat her way into quickly becoming a full-fledged priestess was a terrible thing to do?? She was barely talking and basically avoiding eye contact, only really saying a few sentences at most when Popka was talking some sense into her (and only saying “I’m sorry” to Klonoa when she realized she really screwed up). I’ve always interpreted this as an autistic shutdown. She’s just mentally done for a portion of the boss fight and just shuts down right then and there. Major props to Klonoa and Popka for not touching Lolo at all and letting her calm down and recompose herself at her own pace. I’ve seen the Klonoa wiki describe this as her going through some depression, and that’s absolutely a valid take on it. May I also point out that depression can be comorbid with autism?

•I know this trait is specific to the slapstick manga, and I don’t know if this was just the go-to pose that the mangaka had for her, but Lolo often has her arms in this pose??? It could be a stim thing???

This is partially why I regularly draw her with “raptor hands” when drawing her. It’s my own own lil’ artist’s quirk with her due to this headcanon, y’know?

Sources for both artworks, both are on sideblogs of mine: [1] [2]

Regardless of whether or not Lolo is autistic, I really do care for her as a character! These are all literally just headcanons based off observations from the series and how I personally interpret her!

If you made it through this whole thing, thanks for reading, and I hope you have a good day!

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

#klonoa #klonoa 2 #lunatea’s veil #autistic headcanon

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awsugawara · 4 years

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bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]

i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !

note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!

Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out

Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark

enjoy :)

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s. aizawa

> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm

> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher

> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was

> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard

> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him

> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”

> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.

> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new

> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa

> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating

> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing

> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A with present mic

> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down

--- k. takami

> keigo is like a SIMP for you

> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff

> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”

> “you can never have enough, my dove”

> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school

> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you

> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge

> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”

> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art

> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him

> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock

> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while

--- t. shigaraki

> shiggy treats you like glass

> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art

> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league

> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN

> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling

> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”

> #getrekteddabi

> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™

> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused

> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”

> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS

> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look

> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”

> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location

> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does

> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**

> he felt his heart leap

> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”

--- dabi

> you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero

> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit

>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires

> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression

> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level

> “well, well what do we have here?”

> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food

> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you

> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you

> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you

> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit

> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you

> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it

> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity

> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”

--- h. toga

> innocent is how toga would describe you

> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up

> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed

> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her

> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful

> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi

> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”

> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base

> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish

> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate

> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news

> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was

> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such

> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her

---

k. chisaki

> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK

> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art

> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home

> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????

> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]

> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**

> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on

> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**

> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you

> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer

> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life

> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much

> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested

---

sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^;

#bnha headcannons #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #himiko toga x reader #dabi x reader #keigo takami x reader

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practice makes perfect /// Mitsuri x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Hey! I read your Shinobu NSFW thing. I was wondering if you could write a Mitsuri NSFW thing but not as intense? Like Mitsuri and her female S/o are cuddling and things get a really steamy so they start kissing and fingering each other? Please and thank you!

A/N: REPOSTING because when I posted this a few hours ago it was glitching and not showing up in tags and stuff :( sorry to anyone who has already seen it!

I love Mitsuri and I get so few f/f reqs so ty for the request 💕 Y’all know idk how to write true vanilla so this is a little more spicy (Mitsuri and reader are not in an established relationship), but I made it soft just for you anon

Summary: When the most popular girl in school offers to help you practice kissing, it’s not like you’re going to say no.

Tags/warnings: inexperienced reader, femme preppy Mitsuri, she’s a little soft dom? like just a tiny bit, mild orgasm control, fluffy smut, crushes, modern high school AU, heteronormativity, reader thinks she’s straight lmao, all characters are adults

Okay, Mitsuri isn’t just the queen bee of your school. She’s also the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. It shouldn’t be possible for a person to be that beautiful, much less fair—what was god thinking when he gave her that pink and green hair that would look clownish on anyone but her? Those thick, dark eyelashes framing eyes you feel like you could drown in? Those long, perfect legs?

(Not that you stare at her legs or something. It’s just—your school uniform skirts are kind of short, and she always wears those striped thigh-highs, and she sits next to you in senior Biology and sometimes she stretches her legs out in the aisle between your desks and flexes them while she sighs during long lectures, and seriously, her legs are perfect.)

Mitsuri is the kind of girl who gets asked out by a different guy every other day. She has a fan club. Boys write Mr. _____ Kanroji in their notebooks, circle it with hearts, and fantasize about marrying her. She has more ex-boyfriends than you have Facebook friends. So you’re really sure why, somehow, you two have become…close?

If you have to, you can trace your friendship back to that Biology class. The teacher has a bad habit of cold-calling students for answers to questions, which makes him pretty unpopular. You’ve gotten used to it over the months, deciding that rebelling is a less productive method of dealing with it than just making sure to review the textbook chapters at least twice before every class, but apparently Mitsuri isn’t quite as familiar with the material.

When the teacher calls on her (a bit vindictively, you think, probably because she’s chewing pink bubblegum and drawing cherry blossoms in the composition book she’s supposed to be taking notes in) to ask her something about determining whether an organism’s life cycle exhibits zygotic, gametic, or sporic meiosis, she just gapes blankly back at him.

You feel sorry for her. It’s always painful to watch when someone can’t answer a question in class—you might be a fairly good student, but you still sympathize with how embarrassing it is to be put on the spot like that. The teacher refuses to move on, repeating her name and prodding her until her face is flushed bright pink and her lower lip is trembling. You’re not trying to pity her, but you can’t help it, and before you can think better of it you’re writing ‘compare diploid and haploid forms’ in the corner of your notebook and surreptitiously sliding it her way.

After the class, she pulls you aside in the hallway to thank you, eyes bright, telling you you’re so smart and kind and thoughtful and wondering how come she’s never talked to you before. “What a waste! We sat next to each other all semester, and I’m only getting to know you now.”

No wonder she’s popular. Her exuberance is infectious, like her good mood is seeping into your skin from her hand wrapped around yours. Mitsuri isn’t just pretty, she’s the kind of person who makes you feel good about herself just by being near her.

You’re about 100% sure that’s the last time the two of you will talk (unless she needs help with Bio homework and decides you’re the best candidate to get answers from). But it’s not. Mitsuri insists on treating you to boba after class—you try to deny her but she refuses to hear it and you can’t say no to her when she looks at you with those pretty jade-chip eyes. You get milk tea with black tapioca pearls swimming in caramelized fried sugar; her drink is jasmine rose fruit tea with tiny cubes of green apple floating at the top. “It looks like your hair,” you tell her, motioning toward the pink-and-green drink.

“Really?” Mitsuri’s cheeks turn red, which you notice is a frequent occurrence for her. “That’s why I got it. Isn’t it cute? I love how pretty all of the drinks are at this teahouse.”

The two of you split a little matcha cake. And then a vanilla taro cake. And then Mitsuri orders sweet potato fries and gyoza and fried chicken and shrimp tempura and wow, this girl can eat. “I kind of have a big appetite,” she tells you shyly some time around her fourth order of hanami dango. “Sorry, is it weird?”

“Not at all! It’s cute,” you blurt out, and then immediately cover your mouth. Cute? Where did that come from? That’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to be saying to a girl you barely even know, or is it? Maybe you’re overthinking this. Mitsuri is so beautiful it’s hard to think straight around her.

You’re so busy staring down at your lap and blushing that you don’t notice she’s doing the same thing.

Mitsuri seems to take that teashop date hangout as permission to pursue a full-fledged friendship with you. Before you know it, she’s inviting herself over to your house after school, dragging you to cafés and picnics to study together on the weekends, and begging you to sit with her at lunch. Her other friends don’t seem thrilled at your being her favorite new playmate, but she doesn’t mind it so you try not to, either.

Like right now. It’s a weekend, and she’s decided that her house is going to be the setting for an overnight Bio study session slash sleepover in anticipation of the test you have coming up. You’re scouring the textbook for an answer at her desk while Mitsuri lies on her stomach on her bed with her feet kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. Graded quizzes are spread out in an arc around her on the cotton candy-colored duvet, and the sparkly gel pen she’s using to write flash cards is poking out of the corner of her mouth. With her fair skin barely covered by a tank top and shorts, loose hair flowing over her back, and dark brows furrowed in concentration, she looks like the centerfold of a teen magazine from the 90s.

I bet guys have wet dreams about her, you think. Then you shut down that line of thinking, shut it all the way down because you’re not supposed to be thinking these things about a female friend, no matter how pretty she is or how glossy her lips look even though she’s just wearing chapstick or how good she smells (like strawberries? honey? or whatever sweet she ate last, you’re not sure). But you can’t quite tamp down the feeling that you’ve stumbled on some unbelievable luck to get close to her.

You’re not the only one having trouble focusing on your studies. “I’m done with this!” Mitsuri exclaims, throwing down her pen so it makes a stray line on the quiz she was reviewing before it bounces off the bed. “I’m so tired of studying, aren’t you? If I learn another thing about cell division my brain is going to explode. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sure, if you want to get another 43%. Didn’t your dad say he’s going to stop paying your snack food fund if you fail one more exam?”

Her pink mouth drops open. “Hey! That’s not fair, I didn’t tell you that to use it against me. Be nice.”

But after a second, Mitsuri’s pout turns into a giggle. She hooks her foot around the stem of the office chair you’re sitting in and pulls it toward the bed along with you. “Come on! Let’s talk about love. Do you have a crush?”

You roll your eyes but relent, sliding off the chair and onto the big, fluffy bed next to Mitsuri. You can always get back to reviewing after you take a short break, right? She gathers up the quizzes and notecards and dumps them unceremoniously on the nightstand by her bed to make space for you, all too eager to stop thinking about Bio.

“I don’t have a crush,” you tell her.

“Really? There’s no one you think is cute? No one you want to get to know a little better?”

Well…if that’s what she means… You glance sideways at her. There’s definitely someone you think is cute who you want to get to know better. She doesn’t have to know it’s her—not that you have a crush on her; that would be ridiculous.

If she’s going to get that excited about your potential crush, how are you supposed to tell her you don’t have one? You’ll just have to pretend, for her sake. “I guess there’s someone. I wouldn’t call it love, but…”

Long black lashes flutter up at you as Mitsuri blinks. “Oh my gosh, who is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you say quickly.

“Aww, but I wanna know who you have a crush on!” She scooches closer to you and pokes you gently in the side. “Do I know him? Is he a senior? What does he look like? What do you like about him?”

“Um yeah, you know…him. He’s a senior but you’ll never—seriously never guess who it is, so don’t even try. He’s…really good-looking, I don’t know. He has nice hair…and, um, nice legs. And he…” you trail off, wondering what you can say about your secret ‘crush’ that won’t tip Mitsuri off that you’re talking about her.

“…I like him. He talks a lot but you can tell he cares about what you’re saying when he’s listening to you. He’s kind of dreamy and self-conscious about dumb things but it just makes me like him more.”

Was that too much? Mitsuri is looking into your eyes in pure rapture, holding onto every word you say. Are you being obvious? But—no way. She’s so loved by guys that she’d never even suspect that a girl could like her too.

Not that you like her. Not like that, at least.

After a moment when you feel your heart beating so deeply that you’re sure she can hear it too, she smiles sweetly and pinches your cheek. “You’re really pretty when you’re talking about your crush, (Y/N). You look like a maiden.”

You bite your lip, not sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. If any other girl as beautiful as Mitsuri called you pretty, you’d think they were being insincere, but she’s not like that. Her genuine affection shines through in everything she does. If you’re pretty, she’s Helen of Troy.

“What do you mean, ‘a maiden’?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” Mitsuri says, tracing invisible hearts into her bedspread with a fingertip. “You just look…innocent somehow? Like this is your first love.”

You duck down, blushing.

“Wait, really?” She sits up and easily flips you over onto your back (sometimes you forget that a decade of cheerleading has made her at least a dozen times as strong as you are) so she can blink brightly at you. “This is your first love? Ooh…”

“Is that so weird?” you ask a little defensively. “I don’t get a lot of crushes.”

“No, it’s not weird! It’s cute,” Mitsuri says. “But aren’t you nervous? What if you fall in love with him and you guys start dating and you don’t know how to do anything?”

“Do what?”

“You know. Like, kissing and stuff. Aren’t you worried that you’ll have your first kiss with him and he’ll be like, ‘oh my gosh, you can’t even kiss, I don’t like you anymore’.”

“No one would say that,” you reply, but the scenario does strike a pang of anxiousness in your heart. You’ve always been too focused on school and friends and family to bother worrying about love, but the truth is you have worried about the fact that you’re soon going to be a high school graduate who has never so much as kissed another person on the lips.

“You have no idea,” Mitsuri sighs. “Boys are so mean. But I can’t believe you haven’t had your first kiss!”

“That’s rude,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

She flaps her hands in the air frantically. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry! I just meant I can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend when you’re so pretty and nice. The boy who locks you down is going to feel super lucky that he gets to take all of your firsts.”

You sit up next to Mitsuri and lean back on her cushioned headboard. “I don’t care about that. Honestly, I’d rather have some practice before I get involved with anyone.”

A beat passes. Then— “Really? You want practice?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess? But it’s not like I can just pick up some random guy and tell him to let me practice kissing.”

Mitsuri cocks her head to the side and long pink fringe falls away from her face. “You don’t need to do that. Just practice with me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” What, is she going to give you tips on tongue technique or something?

“…Like this,” Mitsuri says softly—and then her delicate hand is stroking up the side of your jaw and carding into your hair, tilting your head to face hers and pulling you closer. She hesitates before she makes contact, looking in your eyes as if to confirm are you okay with this? But (maybe because you’re caught off guard, maybe because you think you do need the practice, or maybe because that angelic strawberry-honey smell is way too intoxicating up close) you don’t stop her, and she leans in and completes the kiss.

It’s soft. Smells sweet. Tastes sweeter.

Mitsuri’s lips are velvety and glossy-damp moving against yours. The scent you thought was honey is really honeysuckle—there’s a fresh floral quality to the taste as her lip balm is transferred from her mouth to yours.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but by the time she lifts back from you your lips are tingling. You cover your mouth with your hand like a damsel from a Victorian-era novel and stare wide-eyed at her.

“How was that? Your first kiss?”

“I—um, I liked it I think?”

Mitsuri smiles at you and it’s like a ray of sunlight falling down through a break in the clouds. “Yay! I’m glad.”

The two of you sit in silence for a second, and you wonder what you’re supposed to do now. Go back to studying? You’re not sure you’re capable of that when you feel like she’s…still kissing you. It hasn’t quite hit you yet that this is your first kiss—something special, something you’ll never forget. The feeling of Mitsuri kissing you is going to be written on your heart for the rest of your life.

What have I done? you think, but it’s not condemnatory. It’s a question, maybe neutral, maybe hopeful.

“Come on, come here,” Mitsuri says. “You need a little more practice.”

And then she’s kissing you again, all the while pulling you closer, closer, into her lap. She breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur to you to open your mouth. When you do, her tongue slips in, prodding gently between your lips and sliding up against yours. It’s a weird feeling—you can’t say with certainty that it feels good, but it doesn’t feel bad, either. It feels like something you could get used to.

This kiss is longer and deeper, and Mitsuri is sighing into the place where your lips meet. The kissing sounds are both embarrassing and thrilling. You can hardly believe that you’re actually doing this, kissing Mitsuri Kanroji in her bedroom and sitting in her lap with your thighs hovering over hers because you’re scared to let yourself press any deeper into her.

By the fourth kiss, you think you’re getting the hang of this. Your fingers are laced in Mitsuri’s hair, pulling her bangs out of the way so you can see her face clearly. Her eyes are hazy and intense, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks, and her lips are reddened. The feeling of not knowing whether you like having her tongue in your mouth or not is gone. You like it. You want more of it. You could do this all day.

…But apparently Mitsuri has something else in mind. She moves back and looks at you like she’s got a secret she’s dying to tell you. Her hands slide up your thighs, almost reaching the hem of the skirt you’re wearing—it’s knee-length, comfortable and practical for the weather—but with your legs spread over hers, the fabric is bunched up at the juncture of your hips and legs, exposing your thighs to view. Mitsuri’s fingernails (manicured, short blunt French tips, pale pink with stripes of gold near the nail bed) scratch painlessly into your skin. “You learn really fast, (Y/N).”

“Thanks…” you pant out.

“Can I do a little more? Just a little. ‘Cause, I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever done this yourself—”

Oh. Oh? Mitsuri’s hand is creeping up under your skirt.

“—but it’s really good to have some experience with this, too, before you do anything with boys.”

She’s touching your pussy through your underwear. Those pretty manicured hands are stroking you through the fabric, fingertips sliding up between your lips with practiced precision. Oh god, can she feel how wet you are? You’ve felt that dewy heat growing at your core for a while, but you didn’t think she would touch you and feel it. “Mitsuri?”

“Are you already wet?” Two soft fingers pet your clit, moving over it side to side through your panties. “Did you get wet for me?”

“Mm—mm—Mitsuri…”

“Can I touch?” She pops her chin up and kisses you on the cheek, and then again on the other cheek, the side of your mouth, your forehead, all the while rubbing your pussy.

On the sixth teasing little kiss, you gasp and kiss her fully on the lips. “…okay?”

“Good…” Mitsuri smoothly pushes your ass up so she can hook fingers under the waistband of your panties and tug them down past your hips. You shift and let her do it—it feels like her touch is too hot, sending trails of warmth over every place where your skin meets. Her touch lingers even as you awkwardly straighten out of her lap for just as long as it takes to remove your panties and deposit them gracelessly on the floor.

Are you doing this right? Even with your shirt and skirt on, you feel more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of another person. You’ve never done anything remotely like this before—how weird is it that the first person to touch you is going to be a female friend? That you’re not doing this for the right reasons (and what are the ‘right reasons’? love? intimacy? desire?), but for practice?

Mitsuri settles you back onto her lap and slowly drags your shirt up over your bra. When the undergarment is exposed, she bites her bottom lip and sucks in a breath, and you feel eternally grateful that you, by some coincidence or trick of fate, decided to wear one of your nicer bras today. She cups the side of your breasts and runs her thumbs over the lacy wine-red fabric. “Beautiful…you’re so sexy, (Y/N). I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

Your cheeks feel hot. Maybe desire is part of the equation after all.

Leaving your shirt bunched up over your tits, Mitsuri returns to your pussy, petting over your thighs and stroking up your mound. Her index finger dabs into the wetness leaking out of you and then circles around your clit.

Around your clit, not on it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s deliberately not touching the place where you want— need to be touched. Her fingers are light and fluttery, not forceful in the least but making you crave more anyway. You try not to let your hips move, but before long you’re twitching on her fingers, trying to get her to do what you want. Your hands are braced uselessly on the headboard, but you hesitantly pick up your right hand to replace hers and touch your clit properly.

She isn’t having it. Her free hand catches yours before you can do anything. “Arms around my neck,” she tells you.

It’s frustrating to be unable to touch yourself when she just keeps building and building with these little flutters, but you trust her. Mitsuri’s a lot more experienced than you are. Slowly, you wrap your arms around her neck and wind your fingers into her loose hair.

Whatever she’s doing, though, it’s working. Even if you couldn’t feel how wet you are, you’d be able to hear it, the slick sucking sounds of your cunt dampened with your arousal. You’d be humiliated by the way it’s so obvious that you’re turned on if you were cable of thinking straight. Besides, Mitsuri doesn’t mind—at least not judging by the way she’s looking at you.

“Mitsuri…Mitsuri, can you…” You don’t know how to ask her, but you need more.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Two fingers brush over your clit again and you almost flinch, the light contact sending a spark directly through you. “Tell me what you do when you do this by yourself.”

“I…um…it’s embarrassing…”

“It’s not embarrassing.” Mitsuri lays a short peck on your cheek. “Do you know how pretty you look? I could fall in love with you right now.”

It’s not serious. It’s just the kind of thing Mitsuri says without thinking, but your heart skips a beat anyway. “Touch—a little harder…”

“Where?”

“You know where!” you tell Mitsuri, with as much bite as you can muster.

Mitsuri smiles. “Here?” She pushes a finger into your pussy and you whimper. “Or…here?”

And she’s touching your clit, rubbing over it quickly and franticly, the first direct contact you’ve had since she started. The muscles in your back tense, legs stiffening, toes curling in your fluffy white socks. “Oh— oh, oh, oh— Mitsuri…”

“Does that feel good?”

After all her teasing, it feels more than good. It’s like you’re being filled up with something, some kind of heat that her fingers are bringing out in you, and it’s about to tip over and spill out. You rock your cunt against her fingers, trying to get her to go harder—but she’s already rubbing against you so quickly that you can’t think straight.

Two fingers slip deeper into your pussy, spreading you apart and pumping your slick cunt while her palm provides sloppy stimulation to your clit. You mewl and fall forward onto her, head thrown over her shoulder, so you can feel the vibration of her soft laughter in your chest. “Do you like it? I can tell…you know, your insides are holding me really tight….”

How does she say such dirty things with that pretty mouth? You’d tell her off if you thought you could speak without moaning. “Unff…mmm…”

“I’m going to make you cum, baby,” Mitsuri hums. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, okay?”

She’s right. You’re about to tip over that edge, overflow, get off with Mitsuri fucking you with two fingers twisting and hitting your g-spot and sliding over you so deliciously that you don’t even care that all of this is wrong. “I’m— I’m cumming—“

“Uh-uh.” Mitsuri’s hand stops, still touching but no longer moving, and the heat in your pussy plateaus and then dips.

You’re so frustrated you want to scream. “Mitsuri…!”

“Can you do something for me?” She resumes the teasing movements from before, edging over your clit but not finishing it. “Tell me who you really like.”

“What?”

“I know you like me.” Her free hand, around your waist, slides up and presses her thumb into the divot between two vertebrae in your spine. “When you were talking about your crush, I know it’s me. Tell me you like me.”

“I—I don’t—“

“No, you do. You like me. Say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum. You want to cum, don’t you? You need it? I’m going to give you what you need, so tell me you like me…”

It’s not like she’s being cruel. Mitsuri’s tone is as sweet and kind and caring as ever. Her pace is agonizingly slow and she’s right, you need it. You’re lucky your chin is resting on her shoulder because you wouldn’t be able to stand it if she saw the look on your face as you choke out, “I like…I like you, Mitsuri! I like you!”

“I like you too, (Y/N),” Mitsuri gasps, and then her fingers are moving again, rubbing your clit, making you crazy, and it’s only a second but you want it so bad that you only need a second before you— you’re— you’re falling apart—

“Mitsuri!”

Oh god. Oh god. It feels good, it feels crazy. You can’t think. You can feel the muscles in your pussy squeezing down intermittently on her fingers. She holds you still as the shocks race up through you, letting you twitch and convulse in her arms.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mitsuri sings in your ear.

It takes you a long moment to get the strength to sit up, flopping bonelessly backward on her thighs so you can look her in the eye. “I don’t know,” you sigh finally. “Wasn’t exactly easy.”

Her eyes close when she smiles. “Don’t worry about it. You just need a little more practice.”

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