Liar Liar | Bakugou Katsuki

may challenge; shoji.

a/n: may challenge day 20. injuries/injured darling, burns, shoji and darling are childhood friends, possessiveness, overprotectiveness. 

word count: 1.5k

“Mezo, this is insane! What are you thinking?“ 

If he didn’t appear to be his calm, normal self, then you wouldn’t have believed him to have any sense left in his head. Your childhood friend and classmate continued lacing up his boots, and only turned his eyes towards you when one of his tentacles opened into a mouth, so he could respond to your question. 

"I’m thinking that something needs to be done, and I’ll be the one to do it." 

When he finally stood up, he towered over you like a skyscraper and looked as though he might even bump his head against the ceiling, his muscles bulging out of the tank top he usually wore for training. To anyone else, he would be so intimidating….but in your eyes, all you could see was a guy that was far too insistent on protecting your honour. 

Before he could move another inch, you reached up and pressed your hands against his broad chest–and putting on the most stern face you could, you gave him a gentle push so he would fall back to sit on your bed. 

"Sho, you need to relax. Challenging Bakugo to a duel in the middle of the night isn’t going to take back the fact that I lost to him.”

In all honesty, despite how determined he was to fight for you already, you had done your best to hide how humiliated you had truly been following your defeat. You liked to think you were strong, or at least not the weakest of your fellow classmates–but getting the crap beaten out of you by Bakugo today was humbling to say the least, especially now that you were sporting some rather deep bruises and painful wounds that would take awhile to heal. And you hated being pitied, so having to be hauled off by your friends to Recovery Girl while everyone’s eyes bored into your aching, burned body…it was the worst feeling in the world. 

“Haven’t you seen what’s beneath your bandages? He burned you. Badly. You’re going to have scars because of him.”

You sighed, and tried to shake the memory off, while your fingers mindlessly drifted over the bandages wrapped tight around your arm. While you had been licking your wounds, of course Shoji was the first one to come find you once you were released from care–and for once in his life he showed his emotions clearly on his face, his fury seething straight through his mask and causing heads to turn as his footsteps thudded heavily through the corridors of the school to find you. 

“Everybody has scars, Sho. Have you seen Midoriya’s hands? Or yours? It’s normal." 

The two of you had been friends for a long time, but you had never seen him so furious as he was just a few hours ago. Your sparring sessions had been around noon, so Shoji had the whole last half of classes to glare daggers at Bakugo whenever he could, and you even watched him shove past him as you left for the day, nearly everybody being the wiser to how much it wasn’t an accident. It was baffling, honestly, to see him act like that–even as elementary schoolers Shoji had always been mature and never held grudges, but for some reason seeing you get hurt when he wasn’t paying attention really bothered him. And to top it off, it made you feel like he saw you as weak, too…like you were just another person he needed to protect, instead of the hero you strived to be.

“I don’t care if it’s normal for everyone else. It shouldn’t be normal for you.”

With that thought sticking in your mind, your brow furrowed as he stood back up, and moved across your room to leave–but he stopped with his hand on the doorknob, when you muttered something to his back.

“…Why? Is it because you think I’m weak, too?” 

He turned his head almost immediately, just as you figured he would. But you had your arms crossed over your chest and a dark shade over your eyes, your thoughts turned sour in just a matter of moments.

“That isn’t-”

“Wasn’t what you meant. Sure. So that’s not why you’re always trying to protect me.” 

He was your best friend, and your closest ally in the world, so it stung even more painfully to realize that he probably wasn’t taking you seriously. You thought that whole saviour complex was just because it was who he was…but it pained you to think that he was only like that because he’s always needed to protect someone smaller than him. Someone who always clung to his arm when you were shy, and had him beat off the bullies when you couldn’t do it yourself. 

“…I don’t want to protect you because I think you’re weak.” 

Somehow, that sentiment aggravated you even more. You’d seldom ever got annoyed with Shoji, you couldn’t even remember the last time you fought–but you were certain he was just pitying you now, and treating you like you were still a child. In that moment you felt just like when you were kids, when you always needed somebody to stand up for you, and you were far past being over it. 

“Then why do you, Mezo? You shelter me more than anybody else. You’re always trying to keep me safe, even to the point of getting hurt yourself…why else would you do that?” 

But even so, your words came out with more venom than you wanted. Shoji finally moved away from the door completely, and walked towards you with heavy footsteps…but by the time he stood over you again, he still had that gentle look in his eyes, and you watched as the mouth on his tentacle hesitated a bit before speaking up again. 

“I want to help people who are weaker than I am. And I also want to help people that are strong, but still need someone to lean on. But you…I want to help you because I don’t want anyone else to do it in my place.” 

The room had been quiet before, but now you descended completely into silence. You hung off of Shoji’s words, no matter how tentative, because you really couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t even grasp it fully, the meaning too vague…so he was forced to spell it out, his face growing hot underneath his mask. 

“I don’t protect you because you always need it. I do it because I want to be the one to save you if you do. And so, if anyone ever goes after you…”

His mouth drifted closer, lowering so it was level with yours, and the thought suddenly hit you that his behavior really didn’t make sense. He was always so much more protective, so much more dedicated, and so much more attached to you than anyone else. There couldn’t be a simple explanation for it…there could really only be one explanation. 

“…Then I can make sure they don’t get off easy, after hurting the one that I love.” 

If you thought it was silent before, after his confession you swore you could hear his heart beat from where you stood. Whatever you were thinking before was irrelevant, it felt like even the dull sting of your injuries had faded away with it. Shoji loved you, for how long you couldn’t tell, but he did–and you wouldn’t care if the floor crumbled beneath you and you realized this was all a dream, because it was something you didn’t think would ever feel so good. 

“I..I think I should go. I’m sorry..”

For someone that was so smart, and skilled, and incredible, he really could be totally oblivious sometimes. But you supposed it was his nerves that clouded his view of your reaction, and he thought your quiet shock was rejection…though fortunately that was remedied once you raised your hand, and gave his mask a gentle tug to pull it down his face, and over the mouth he always tried to hide. You hadn’t seen it in ages, it had been a while since you’d been alone for long enough for him to unveil it…but as scary as he thought his wide mouth and razor-sharp teeth were, you always found it to be one of the coolest things about his look. 

“I disagree. I think you should stay here…and I think you should wait until I’m all better, so we can go kick Bakugo’s ass together.” 

He nuzzled shyly into your hand as you cupped his face, but he still quivered as you leaned up on your tiptoes, to press an impossibly gentle kiss to his misshapen lips. You could feel the way he melted into it though, several pairs of hands coming down to hold you close while he gathered the courage to kiss you again, and several more times after that. 

Maybe you were still weak, after suffering such a horrible failure and bearing the marks for all to see. But it didn’t feel so bad when you had somebody that swore he would protect you, and keep you safe while you recovered…so you could find your strength again, and try your hand one more time at getting some payback.  

hiiii love, hope you're doing fine during quarantine. I really loooooooove your writing and I have an request with either todoroki or bakugou being a doctor and fucking readers brains out, either as a patient or nurse/doctor #iamadirtyasshoe k thx byeeeeeee °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

FUCK THIS IS THE ONLY THING I’vE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DAMN YOU!!!!

happy nurse appreciation day! (also super super innaccurate to what nurses do, I know that as a fact because this is a horny thought and not a fic... so im so so so sosoosososo sorry to my nurses, nursing students, or nursing potentials out there)

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dr. bakugou knew that hospitals would not run without the assistance of nurses. he knew that with a staff of just under one hundred doctors, it was the hundreds and probably thousands of nurses that were the reason why the hospital didn’t split down the middle. but he didn’t understand why you — the head nurse on the trauma floor — pissed him off so badly. he was a trauma surgeon, specializing with victims for burn, explosion, and other fire related injuries. he was damn amazing at what he did, and even at the age of thirty he was the best one in the entire world.

as such a man with his talents, he expect everyone in his department to be just as good as him. he didn’t like weak links. he wanted to prove that he was the best in every single way. the old head nurse in his department had followed his every command, obedient, and quiet. but much to his discontent he had retired and you took his place. and you pissed him off.

you were a fantastic nurse, don’t get him wrong! even at your young age and having only been to nursing school, you were more competent than the doctors he worked with! you’ve joined him in the OR room, accurately calling out what to do when a fourth year student was breaking down, youve saved so many post-op patients that bakugou somehow believed you must be a doctor in disguise. but no, you were a nurse, and for worst, you knew how good you were.

you challenged him, argued with some calls he made — and while you had never been wrong it annoyed him. your personality was so bright, a true light of hope in such an intense ward of the hospital, your clip responses, blaring firey eyes, and curling lips when you smiled when patients thanked both you and bakugou for your care.

despite the albeit rough interactions, bakugou had never been put into a situation where you ignored his demands. that is until he caught you doing things you weren’t supposed to be doing, an open and deceitful act of power when he slammed the door closed behind him.

he was dressed in his dark navy blue scrubs, his white lab coat sat tight on his shoulders expanding and contouring where his muscles sat and it was unbuttoned. he wasn’t a doctor like this, no, he was an officer in a lab coat like this. somehow while completing an 80 hour work week he still found time to keep his body in tip top shape after all.

you stared at him, an apple slice in your mouth, the lavender scrubs on your own body. your eyes remained on his while you wrote on the charts, a right you had earned by being as good as you were. bakugou’s eyebrows scrunched together his hand raising the chart that opened to the medication change.

a chart that once contained his rather neat handwriting and been crossed out and replaced with your own writing.

“yes?” you ask, placing a chart down while soothing out the top of your scrubs. his eyes followed your hand movements and it only made him more annoyed. on top of everything that you managed to do to piss him off, there was nothing stopping him from believing that you were hot. your scrubs were always professional, your dumb curves alluring, your pretty smile infuriating, and that know it all personality really pushing every button in bakugou’s head.

“why the hell are you changing medication without asking?!” he snarled, angry and embarrassed that you didn’t even think to asking him before the change.

“it wasn’t working because the patient is diabetic,” you say with a shrug, your lips quirking into a smile.

“no he isn’t,” bakugou stated with an eye roll, “he said that—.”

“I know what he said too,” you laugh, your shoulders shrugging. “but a fourth year was concerned and well... we ordered some tests and it turns out we were right.”

and for whatever reason bakugou just knew it was you, not the student, who figured it out.

“you’re a pain in the ass,” he snapped, his arms crossing defiantly. “did you know that?”

“i’ve been told on numerous occasions, actually,” you grin leaning against the counter, your white shoe propped out while you continued to stare at him. “why, do I bother you, dr bakugou?”

“because you try acting like you own the damn place, nurse y/l/n,” bakugou countered, trying his best not to grit his own teeth. 

“you want to know why?” you ask, pushing off the table you had been leaning on to walk over towards him. your steps were small, slow, teasing if he knew any better. “why I don’t follow your every command?”

“because you think you’re better than me,” bakugou lay, his eyes looking down at you. you were before him finally, your lips perked into a smirk while you shook your head.

“not exactly,” you admit, but the glint in your eyes confirms that it was at the very least, partially that. “guess again.”

“you weren’t selected to go to med school and are taking it out on me?” bakugou grunted watching the way that your eyes took him all in. he hated to admit the power the swelled in him at your lingering and obvious gaze. a part of him wanted to puff his chest out in pride, but a larger part of him barked that it was wrong.

“does it seem that I would be rejected from med school?” you ask, your tone almost offended. “all that money to become a doctor, a surgeon at that, I’d expect you to put this little puzzle together.”

“why don’t you just fucking tell me then? because the last time I checked, nurses are supposed to help doctors, no?” bakugou growled, his eyes dark, gaze low.

“we are, that’s true, but i’m a special nurse,” you giggle, the sound as light as shining bells but two times as sweet. “I made head nurse of the hospitals most esteemed department before hitting thirty, I fought and worked hard for my spot; i’m sure you did too. but the thing is... I don’t see you as a commander, you’re not a... how do I put it...” you trailed off, a finger tapping at your chin while you thought. and bakugou’s heart ran wild watching your still somehow perfectly fingernail tap against your face. “oh, yes! you’re not an alpha male.”

bakugou saw red.

“WHAT?!”

“what?”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“exactly what it sounds like I meant!”

“how on fucks name am I not an... an alpha male!” bakugous face burned at those words. what kinda fucking comparison was that?! 

“i’ve met men who are, hunny,” your smile is slow and sweet. “trust me, you’re not.”

fury and fire rose in his chest, and your dumb stupid face and eyes continued to draw him in.

“obviously you’re blind then,” bakugou steely said, his eyes focused in on the way that yours seemed to be enjoying this, maybe even a bit too much. 

he watched the way your pink tongue poked out, dragging along the bottom of your lip with a growing smirk, “prove it.”

now bakugou was no idiot, he knew the weight your words held, what you meant by your words. he also knew that sexual relations between the head nurse and an attending. but there was no holding back the fire that had been in his chest, burning so brightly that it overwhelmed him, creating a fiery explosion of action. 

his hands gripped your cheeks, pulling you in towards him, and his lips slammed against yours. you had been expecting this it seems, your hands making their way immediately to his white coat, fisting into the rough fabric while you felt his lips part against yours. 

this was surreal, for months now you had been interested in none other than dr. bakugou. he was temperamental and was so damn good and extraordinary at his job. his old head nurse had been someone who warned you about him, the best way to get him to leave you alone was to be the perfect follower. but you didn’t want him to leave you alone. no, you wanted what you were having right now. his sweet tongue pressing into your mouth, his strong and skilled fingers now pressing into your lower back, kissing you. commanding you.

you could barely keep yourself from laughing, the joy of finally winning over the cocky and temperamental doctor making you giddy.

“don’t fucking think imma let you get away with this,” bakugou growled against your mouth, his dangerous and heated lips leaving your mouth to press tearing and searing kisses against your skin.

“get away with what, beta?” you breathlessly sigh, hearing the way that the door was locked behind him sending pleasurable jolts down your spine.

“fucking hell, woman,” he snarled, and you couldn’t hold the surprised gasp when he suddenly lifted you up. your legs fastened around his waist, and to your utter joy, amazement, and fueling lust you could feel him stirring in his scrubs. 

your balance dipped when he slammed you down on the table. his mouth was furious against yours, lips that was more teeth and lips, desperate and ready to prove a point that you already knew to be truth. “I’ll fucking show you who’s a goddamn alpha.”

you could barely keep your legs locked around him when he lifted your scrub above your head. the taste of apples long gone from your tongue, now soaked with bakugous own taste. your chest heaved when he gazed at your breasts.

“first time seeing a pair of tits outside a medical book?” you banter, and bakugou’s eyes flashed dangerously.

oh this was too easy, you thought, but your delight was interrupted the moment he shedded your bra, flinging it down to the floor. 

his mouth moved to capture one of your pert nipples between his teeth, his tongue flicking against the bud. his other hand then moving to your other breast, massaging the tender and soft flesh between his expert hands. your back arching impossibly closer to him at this new feeling, his hot and wet mouth sending you into a hysteria while you buried your fingers into his messy hair, tugging him impossibly closer to your needy body. the growl that left his lips vibrates around your skin, making you shudder. he moves to give your neglected breast the same attention, his noises of approval from your tearing fingers sending a fire like no other between your thighs

“you’re so fucking hot,” he groans from the back of his throat, moving back to your lips. his tongue moves to press back between your lips, your own tongue moving to greet his again like a lost lover. but bakugou pressed on. 

his fingers moved to yank off the pants of your scrubs, something that was hard to do with your sitting position. but he lifted you back up, an elicit moan sounding from both your mouths at the feeling of your cold and wet tits dragging against his hot and solid pecs.

“I know...  i know i am,” you managed to get out between lustful kisses, when your pants hit the floor. bakugou’s presses his hips up firmly against your own giving your panties only claded body a taste of what was to come.  

“would you shut up,” he snarled, pressing even harder into you until your teeth clashed together. 

you shuddered when the cold surface of the table once again meet your unsuspecting thighs, but you were tossed right back into a state of euphoria the moment his thumb padded near to your cunt, teasing your core by merely tracing around it.

“look at how fucking easy you are, nurse y/l/n. telling me how i’m not some damn fucking alpha but you were ready to fucking hop on my cock since day one,” bakugou growled in victory. he pressed his thumb down against your panties, pressing into your clit before feeling the wetness pooling against the crotch.

“bakugou,” you whined as you felt him press down against you, calloused fingers seeking out your clit through the thin material of your panties, “don’t-”

“that’s dr. bakugou to you, nurse y/l/n,” bakugou commanded, his vermillion eyes burying into your own. your breathing quickened at the intensity behind his eyes, the desire for you, the alpha in him. “what do you want?”

"an alpha gets what he wants, no?” you sigh, your hips rolling against his floating fingers, sighing at the needed friction that came with it. “you don’t want me doing what I need to do on the floor, why bother now?”

there was silence, your words doing something to the doctor who laughed almost cruelly.

the clatter of bakugou haphazardly discarding his own coat and scrubs to the floor rang out as you bit your lower lip. you could hardly believe the sight of his cock that bounced out, slapping against his stomach while he tore away your panties. the weeping head of bakugou’s cock carded against your needy cunt, the bead of pre-cum against the tip smearing against your skin as he pressed the head against your clit teasing the stimulation instead of giving it too you. your fingers dug into bakugou’s forearms to keep yourself still as you tried to align yourself with his thrusting and throbbing cock, desperate for any stimulation.

“needy fucking slut,” bakugou laughed, the rough noise sending goosebumps across your skin. moving the head of his cock down to your tightness, pressing the swollen head inside your sopping cunt. the stretch of his cock nearly had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the feeling of his thick, veiny cock trying to press into you, overwhelming you. you panted heavily at the intrusion, but still you tried to snap your hips against him. trying to get him to bury himself inside you to the hilt. bakugou caught your movements and pulling his cock away with a cocky grin, “don’t piss off your alpha male, nurse y/l/n-”

“y-you’re not--” you squeak, trying to keep your walls from clenching around him like a vice. “you’re not my alpha male...”

“well, then, I guess I’ll just--” bakugou pulled back leaving your desperate cunt without him, and a wail on your tongue.

“dr. bakugou, please-” you mewl loudly, your fingers curling onto his shoulders, trying to tug him back towards your body. the need between your legs was intense, too intense for you to fuck around like before. your cunt squeezing tightly while you coaxed him to shove his cock back inside you.

“oh?” bakugou feigned shock, his eyebrows lifting slightly to your discontent, his large palm coming under your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, the tip of his hard cock now pressed against your cunt again, “who do you want to fuck you?”

“dr. bakugou, please, please, fuck me, be my alpha-- SHIT!!!” 

catching you by surprise bakugou he buried himself inside you until the tip of his cock pressed into your cervix, your legs spasming around his wasit. with a groan, bakugous strong hands gripping your thighs as he pushed you down, using the table as support as he began to pound inside you relentlessly.

“you’re so fucking tight,” bakugou panted, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck, fingertips digging into the curve of your waist while he slammed into you with quick, harsh thrusts.

the movement was making you repetitvely slide against the table, your sweating skin relievivng traction while bakugou pounded into you. his speed was insane, his hips rough and forceful with the table creaking under ever successive thrust. the pleasure of bakugo’s cock filling you to the brim was overwhelming, taking over your senses as you continued mewl his name from his rough thrusts. 

bakugous hands lifted your thighs up, keeping them on his shoulders increasing the angle and the position of his hips, allowing gravity to help him drop back down your squelching cunt as you felt the prominent veins drag against your tight walls. your breasts bouncing from the quick motion, your fingers leaving bloodied crescent indents in his skin. the words that were once only muffled began to come out as garbled mumbles as you tried to keep your sanity up with his thrusts, the position making it difficult to move as your head fell repetitively against the table while you arched against him. this movement only exposing your neck to bakugou’s lips as he pressed his weight further onto you, leaving harsh and bruising bites against your skin.

“you’re so obedient like this, nurse y/l/n,” bakugou snarled in amusement, his eyes watching the line of drool that slipped out from between your parted lips, his tongue moving up to lap it up as he continued rocking his hips into yours, sweat making your bodies stick together and create delicious friction as he lowered his head to bite against the swell of your breast exposed from your dress being pulled down, “you all mine.”

“all yours,” you babble, eyes unable to focus on anything while your cunt burned in his fury.

“gonna fill this pretty pussy all the way fucking up,” he pants, his fingers twisting your nipples, your cry wanton and loud. “and then you’re gonna go back to work and listen like some good omega bitch.” his hands squeezing your plush flesh as his thrusts became sporadic, sloppily pounding into your body, his fingers trailing down, brushing against your clit to give you some extra stimulation as he sought out his release.

you whined at bakugou coarse and explicit words, each one enunciated by a rut of his hips, your entire body searing with the spreading stretch of your cunt around bakugou’s fat cock.

“dr. bakugou,” you screech as bakugou gave a particularly hard thrust inside you, the movement causing the head of his cock to hit the spongy wetness inside you that had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling as you continue to hump on his length, “oh fuckfuckfuck.”

“you wanna cum?” bakugous eyes remained locked on your euphoric facial expression, his sense of priding brimming over the top with how he was making you feel, “want to cum around your doctors cock?”

“doctor-” you babble when his cock hits a spot that had you contracting around his length, your thighs trembling against his shoulders when you felt yourself reaching your high, “bakugou, please.”

“Cum on my cock, nurse y/l/n” bakugou growled in your ear, his weight pressed entirely onto you. the sounds of your squelching joining sex, the stretch of your cunt, and his maddening voice in your ear was enough to send you over the top. an explosion of pleasure slammed through you, your cunt trembling, clenching and weeping in your release.

you sob in when its over, your walls still squeezing around his cock in the aftershocks of your climax, bakugou’s pace unrelenting as he fucked you like a pussy sleeve, pounding up into you to search for his own release. your body unable to come down from your high as you continued to writhe against him, nails leaving harsh welts against his skin as you quivered against him, his name coming out between jumbled curses as you felt yourself dancing on the edge once more, his cock brushing against the perfect spots inside you.

bakugou seemed to notice a second high building within you, for his hand stretched between your meeting stomachs, slipping between your spasming lips to reach your clit, rubbing it frantically with his thumb, “why don’t you cum on my cock one more time.”

his lewd words on top of him playing with your clit is enough to send you back over, a second orgasm crashing through you as he continued his sloppy and powerful thrusts inside you.

“shit,” bakugou felt your cunt squeezing his cock as you continued to pulse around him, leading him towards his own release as his thrusts stuttered inside you, thick and hot cum milking from his cock coating your insides as he came with a gruff grunt.

the two of you stayed there for some time, nothing but mixing hot breathes, sweating bodies, and delirious brains. you couldn’t even open your eyes, exhaustion and excitement keeping them sealed tight. but you were still at work and the all too familiar sound of your pagers going off. 

a small groan left your lips while he got off you, the release of his cock from your abused cunt was a feeling you hadn’t wished to return to, but still, you had to get dressed with the feeling of your intermixed cum slipping from your cunt. you dressed in silence, ready to go out and fight the oncoming ambulence.

“I expect you to do as you’re told now, nurse y/l/n,” bakugou stated, pushing his white coat back on while he began walking back to the front door while you slide your own scrubs on. “you’re mine, I hope you remember that.”

your face felt on fire when he opened the door and left. you sighed knowing that you had a job to do after all, nurses were supposed to meet the demand of doctors at the end of the day

THE GLASSES MOVES FROM PERSON TO PERSON

Haikyu!! MSBY Black Jackals

hey anon i edited it

you still tagged skz though and he's not a member of skz and posts about him shouldn't be tagged as skz

PFPFPJGTJ;JSNDS sorreeeeeeee

edit: I put it back because i just realized i am not spineless and also it should be fine since i talk about when he was a member of skz and about other members too. Also I will not put woojin trigger warning because it’s all alleged and he’s still a person and his name is not a trigger warning

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you’re stuck living with your icon for a month have fun

lights will guide you home (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189811426209/lights-will-guide-you-home-tokoyami-fumikage-x

WHOO! Another part done in a day! I was going to put this in the first part but… ultimately decided to just cut it in two since it wasn’t quite done yet… and the first half felt more complete enough to be a chapter…

And yes… I alluded to a moment in American Horror Story because I’m soooooooo original lol JK JK but I couldn’t resist XD 

Taglist: @shimy-deko​, @teerama​

Summary: Your classmates haven’t found you yet, and Tokoyami fears that the worst has happened. 

The damage is done The police are coming too slow now I would have died I would have loved you all my life…

You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory now You’re losing your memory, now…

‘Losing Your Memory’ Ryan Star

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFpFZxvi3Qs

“Flesh, flesh, sweet soft flesh!!”

“(L/N)!!”

“I’ll… KILL YOU…!!”

“STAY AWAY… FROM ME… YOU’LL DIE!!”

“(L/N)!! Look out!!”  

“(L/N)!!!”

So many voices were echoing in your aching head that you couldn’t even recognize as minutes felt like hours for you.

Who were those people? What were those voices? You thought as you slowly blinked your eyes open as the high-pitched ringing in your ears drowned out the voices you previously heard. It was exhausting just opening your eyes as you inhaled quietly and exhaled, but then you began to wonder.

‘Where… Where am I…?’

You thought as you suddenly grunted and groaned in pain when a sudden wave of agony hit you and made you cringe when you even attempted to try and get up. There was something warm seeping down your back and down your belly and yet you didn’t even realize it, all you knew is that you were in so much pain…

But where the hell were you? It was dark, so dark as you blinked and saw nothing but dimness in this… forest? What the fuck were you doing in a forest? It was all so overwhelming that you started to tremble and hyperventilate as your first instinct was to get up so you could get out of here.

‘I gotta… no… no what this is place…? This… no… I… I gotta get out of here…’

Stumbling, you shakily got back up on your feet but nearly fell back to your knees as a haze clouded your brain and made it hard for you to comprehend anything that might have been going on as you didn’t smell the burning smoke or even hear the distant shouting.

Your classmates, Izuku, Shouji and Bakugou, you forgot they existed. They were nothing but shadowy figures in your brain as you could only try to stay standing and see if you could get out of here.

You forgot that Tokoyami existed and that it was Dark Shadow responsible for the deep slashes across your back and your stomach as you winced with every step you took. Warm fluid flowing in scarlet rivulets down your torso, staining your shirt that you couldn’t care to acknowledge.

What happened? Why was this happening? How did you get here? No, you weren’t supposed to be in this place, you needed to go home…

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HAPPY BRTHDAY DEKU MY LITTLE ALLMIGHT BOY

LOVE HIM I COMMAND YOU

I was gonna make a fic but I'm kinda busy rn sorry

Hi if your still taking request? Do you write for any bnha character?

I am taking requests I write for most, if not all bnha characters. Other than Mineta (I don't necessarily hate him I just can’t see him in any romantic way)

Day 1: Denki Kaminari; Sleepy Sex

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 844

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You thought this was gonna be fun. Well, it was, but you knew being a horny teenager was gonna backfire on you two. 

You had arrived at your boyfriend’s house to have your first sleepover. There was the classic video games and pizza, making out and cuddling. You both had a great time, until it came to be 1 am. 

You yawned and it had spread to him. You were both in the middle of a movie marathon with occasional make out sessions. When you yawned he asked if you were sleepy, which you were, but you were also horny. You both have done “stuff” before but wanted to actually spend time together with this sleepover and not just pass out after sex. This resulted in just hopeless grinding to get you two off. 

You both settled in your bed, cuddling for the nth time that night, smelling like each other and used to each others warmth, you both had fallen asleep easily. His arms were wrapped around you and you faced away from him, his leg in between yours and you both pressed flush against each other.

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You didn’t know what time you woke up and how you did but as of right now, you were still sleep induced and weirdly horny. You had woken up from a rather explicit dream and thought you were still in one when you felt your hips still gyrating against something hard.

You let out a moan while your eyes drooped, still sleepy, and you heard the familiar groans next to your ear. The dream you were in was weirdly realistic, so realistic in fact that it wasn’t a dream. You realized this when a small shock of electricity coursed through your veins. You jolted up with a yelp, the movement not changing the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Then you heard it. The tiny mumble was fully audible to you, “Take them off”

It was then when you realized he somehow shimmied his shorts down and had his member free, rutting up against the curve of your ass. His hands were everywhere, one arm wrapping around your waist tightly and the other was at your side, his free hands squeezing and massaging your breast. 

Before you knew what you were doing you had pushed down your own pajama pants down enough for him to get access to your bare thighs. His length slipped between them and you felt your wetness seep out of your panties, adding to the smeared precum on you thighs. His groans got more breathy and it seemed like he was almost reaching his high. He had woken up, also thinking at first that it was still a dream. 

It was just then when he was closest to his high, he had gotten back his bearings. He had realized he was awake, and you were actually whimpering and moaning as he thrusted his cock between your plush thighs. 

He slowed down, apologies were about to spill out from him before he heard you needily begged, “Please,” the sweet sound leaving your lips

This greatly amused him and a smirk played on lips, “What was that, Princess?”

“Please let me finish” you whimpered.

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he had slid your panties down enough to feel around, collecting your wetness and rubbing the excessive slick on his length before inserting himself in you. You had adjusted to his length when he started moving.

You softly moaned at how deep he reached when he fully sheaved himself in you. His thrusts were pretty shallow, he was tired and could only move a little due to the blanket which made you both sweat. 

You continued nonetheless, him reaching his high quickly from already being there before he fully woke up. His breathing got heavier and he groaned into your ear muttering something about how he was close. You weren’t aware but you were also reaching your high, his fingers had found your clit and rubbed it in quick circles. 

Your moans got higher in pitch as you neared your climax. Your leg was thrown over his hip behind you, Kaminari thrusting faster into you. Your eyes went from half lidded to clamped shut when you reached your high before him. 

Your walls fluttered around him as you got tighter, his thrusting now served to ride out your orgasm and he got his own. You felt his warm seed paint your walls white as he slowed his thrusts, finally stopping after a minute. 

You were both panting, he peeled the covers off and let the chill air dry your sweat. You shivered but endured it before your skin became less sticky, retreating back under the covers.

“Good night again, I guess” Your boyfriend whispered.

“We’ve never done this before so it is kinda awkward but don’t worry, we were both in our right minds when we did this, I think...”

You heard him chuckle and felt him pat your head, “Yeah, go to sleep”

You nodded and settles back in his arms, dozing off.

Cosplay goals

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader x Amajiki Tamaki

You said it couldn’t be done? Nothing is impossible and so on your birthday I give you this @katsukisprincess   Happy birthday Sky ^.^ 

Warings: Sexy time actions, quirkless gamer au, many gaming puns, Loosely based off of the actual GamerCon in San Diego.  

“N-no leave it on.”

You were ecstatic, basking in the middle of it all. Colorful screens, sounds of bullets being fired, hundreds of people congregated together to play, speak and have fun. You were at GamerCon! One of the most anticipated events by many die hard gamers and cosplayers. You had just received your NPC badge for the event. It didn’t matter that this was your fifth year volunteering, you still felt as excited as you did the first year. 

As a fresh faced noob at the con you were a bit shy but now you greeted all of your ‘Boss Monster’s’ and fellow NPC’s with a grin and a twirl. Why a twirl? Because after asking the head up’s all year you had finally been given permission to cosplay on the job. Everyone told you that you had done a fantastic job and as you continued walking around the Con people had stopped you asking for a picture. 

“Oh my gosh! It’s BaniKuin! Can I take a picture of you!” You couldn’t deny the geeks now could you? You were dressed as BaniKuin one of the many playable characters in a new CVG. The FPS game had blown up the first year it came out  and you were a die hard fan of it. You had spent a lot of money trying to perfect the costume you wore and you were extremely proud of it. Hell you looked exactly like the final boss, well post transformation….

You were on cloud nine and the costume wasn’t the only reason why. This year two of your favorite gamer’s were going to attend. And, you had begged to be assigned to the area they would be at. And the golden dragon seemed to smile upon you that day as ‘access was granted’. Shigaraki and Amajiki, both Japanese gamers and both very attractive. But you didn’t fangirl over them only due to their aesthetically pleasing appearance but because they were incredible. 

Shigaraki was the older of the pro-gaming duo. He had a very tragic past and poured his heart into gaming so much so that he was now living off playing games. He was constantly bullied over his skin condition and over the fact that he had only played video games. You admired how he told the world ‘fuck you’ and continued to pursue what had become his passion. 

Amajiki was the younger of the two being just as socially awkward as his senior. He was a cute man who loved fantasy and rpg’s. He was just a normal shy teen when he met Shigaraki. Apparently he was dragged to a gaming event by one of his friends and when a competition broke out his friend shoved him saying “Tamaki could beat him no problem!” Shigaraki wasn’t amused but he was impressed by his skill and soon after reached out to him to play the most popular MOBA game in the world. After that they just started to game together.

You liked to think it was because they both found comfort in having someone just as awkward around. You loved them both they were so real and Incredible. You binged there channel whenever you had free time. You loved watching Shigaraki destroy his enemies and Amajiki’s walkthroughs were a lifesaver when you were stuck in a game. You were the one who anonymously suggested they have the video of the start of their partnership on their front page…. You squealed when they actually did it. 

And as if they couldn’t get even more amazing they both got into ‘Freedom Sky’! They zoomed through the gamemode and quickly rose ranks in the multiplayer part of the game. The game was one they both enjoyed and usually played together. You thought the video of there first time playing it was cute. Shigaraki was vehemently against playing something that sounded so cute but once the disk was in his third eye was wide open. 

The game was utter madness and violence. It was just enough gore to get Shigaraki grinning. That and you had screenshot the part in which Amajiki got competitive his eyebrows furrowing into a glare, his tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips as he crushed monster after monster. Your favorite part was when Shigaraki paused the game and looked over at Amajiki “I didn’t think you’d be into a game like this.” Amajiki’s response was more than enough to heat up your face and make your coochie tingle. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” and, he had the sexiest smirk on his face as he noticed his kills were higher than Shigaraki. 

Damn you really loved them. Hell if it wasn’t for you getting tipped off that they were going to attend you would have never cosplayed as their favorite character. Yes BaniKuin was one of the only characters they both liked. Usually their taste differed in characters but when she came out as the final boss in the game play they lost it. Amajiki’s jaw dropped at the incredible graphics the character was gorgeous the long bunny ears perched on her head making her look incredibly fragile and innocent. Hell she even came in a flurry of butterflies. 

Shigaraki wasn’t that impressed thinking that a cute girl as the final boss wasn’t fitting for the gruesome game. Well that was until he had his ass handed to him by the queen. She wrecked them easily dismembering them. The you lost screen flashed across the screen millions of times and Shigaraki became obsessed with defeating her. When he succeeded… “Ha! Take that you bunny bitch! Choke on my fucking cock hoe you just lost! Now release all the BunkinS!” Needless to say this made Amajiki wheeze and soon their gaming room was filled with BaniKuin merch.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked to the table where they sat. There they were all in their amazing glory. Shigaraki had a bored look on his face, his head resting on his hand as he looked over the various fans. Whenever someone came up he’d swiftly check them out before signing whatever it was they brought. Amajiki had a permanent blush on his face as people tried flirting with him, his signature shakey. He never got over the fact that they were quite popular. Taking in a deep breath you walked closer to their ‘booth’. 

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