Class 1-A As Pictures I Have Saved On My Phone With No Context Pt. 1

AU where everyone wears crocks except kirishima

Ilysm, just gotta start there. Have you ever considered insecure Bakugou? Kid grew up being the strongest and the best and now he's around equals he's low key scared he's not good enough. Got the biggest praise kink with his SO, tell him how much you liked watching his fight, how good he feels, how you want to kiss and lick at his tiddies and he's just gone. 🖤🧡🖤💥

So Bakugou unashamedly thinks he’s the best at everything, and even if he doesn’t think he’s the best at something he’ll still give his all regardless because Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t half ass anything.

It’s the times where he tries his hardest and fails when he feels most insecure. It inflates his ego to no end to hear praise from you. Whether it’s just you telling him what a good job he did at something or telling him he looks good today. He’ll usually brush it off with a “piss off” or “whatever, dumbass.” But really, those little comments from you can make his entire day, his heart beating fast.

The times when you’re alone together it’s a lot different. Bakugou accepts your compliments with less of a fight. Gentle caresses, fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes as you lean up to give him a sultry kiss. “You were so amazing today, Katsuki. So powerful.” You whisper against his lips and he’s gone, hands gripping your hips tight as he smashes his lips down on yours harder, fingers digging into your supple skin, sure to leave marks.

“Damn right I’m the best, Baby.” He says it in the hopes you’ll continue to compliment him. Stroking his ego further.

“I love when you wear this, you look so sexy.” Your fingers brushing against the tight material of his muscle shirt, running your fingers over his pecs. You can feel his nipples pebbling under the thin material, squeezing his pecs gently as you begin to kiss down his neck. Bakugou can’t help but smirk down at you, puffing out his chest slightly as you continue to rub your hands along it.

When Bakugou is jealous you’re in for a wild ride, he has no qualms about stepping in between you and a potential competitor, swearing at them with palms sparking as he drags you away. “Fucking pathetic extra-” Bakugou gets really annoyed with himself internally over his jealousy sometimes, regretting reacting so harshly and dragging you away, letting his temper get the better of him. Worried you’re going to get sick of his attitude and dump him, completely unaware that his behaviour is a huge turn on. Your words instantly reassuring him, making him feel better. “I don’t want anyone else, I only want you.”

Sometimes you don’t even make it as far as his/your room. Instead he tugs you into an empty classroom or quiet alley/hallway. Slamming you against the wall as he lowers his face to your own, “Do I have to remind you who the fuck you belong to?”

“No, Katsuki. I’m all yours.” Hearing those words give an even bigger stroke to his ego, his hands moving along your curves before they rest on your ass, bringing you closer to him.

“No one could make you feel like I make you feel,” Bakugou growls into your ear, slipping his fingers under your skirt to brush against your clothed slit.

“There’s no one better than you, ‘Suki.” Your words sending a pulsing heat straight to his cock.

yeah!!! there’s so much potential, so many directions it can be taken!

i especially enjoy when it’s the powerful character pursuing the normal civilian one, who is... totally unimpressed by their status/abilities/etc.

or when the powerful character was raised in/is used to luxury bc of their status, and has no idea how things work for the average person and the civilian has to teach them. like, someone who has always had a personal chef trying to figure out how to use a microwave and their s/o is laughing & in tears in the background hehehe

and of course all the various situations where the average one gets in trouble/hurt and the powerful one has to rescue them!! classic

Anyone else have an unpopular love for "powerful character x civilian reader"?

It's just

So soft cmon

- ein

Yanfei: You're sentenced to death, Childe. You'll be hung.

Kaeya, from the back: HE'S ALREADY HUNG.

Childe: Uncuff me so I can high-five my boyfriend.

Log on. Display mental illness. Sexualize the fictional murderer.

albedo, diluc + xiao with a taller s/o

character x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw

additional notes: i’m pretty tall myself (please i practically tower over everybody in-game besides diluc, kaeya, zhongli and childe) so this request was a big yes for me!! requested by a lovely anon. thank you for requesting ♡ i feel like these are too short but i hope you like these hcs!

albedo:

albedo doesn’t even bat an eye at your obvious height difference

height or any physical feature doesn’t matter to him in a relationship, he’s more interested in personality and compatability in terms of hobbies

try your best to tease him and poke fun at his height but he’ll just offer you a deadpan expression

has no shame and will bluntly ask for your help. unfortunately, you’re his new step ladder and you are obliged to help him at any time, whether you are in the middle of an important task or if it’s dawn and you wish to sleep 

will appear randomly and drag you to his workshop, ignoring your protests

“ah, there you are. i need you to help me reach the jar of sweet flowers.”

secretly loves it when you backhug him! it makes him melt into your arms and if you’re lucky, you might see the tips of his ears turn pink. he can’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy in the security of your embrace, especially since you’re tall enough to perfectly rest your head on his

if you’re walking up a flight of stairs together, albedo will stop abruptly on a higher step and steal a kiss. 

he’ll smirk smugly, his mischievous side showing through, while watching your jaw drop, face turning progressively redder when he leans in to kiss you again

naturally curious, and probably has some strange experiment involving your height, pestering you with question after question, speaking so quickly that you have to remind him to breathe

when you walk together, you tend to speed up, and albedo will sometimes struggle to keep up. he’ll tug on your hand, his way of asking you to slow down, and no words need to be exchanged for you to understand immediately

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YEAH YEAH YEAH

seeing normally composed characters just... snap and lose it.... that’s the good shit  😳✋ many thoughts..

the escaping one skfskdfjgdsf. i love when the powerful character tries to be all protective but the civilian character just.... does not need it. they might not be strong but they have other work-arounds. esp if it’s something totally mundane or a weird talent they developed??? idk i like when the ‘weaker’/normal one is still totally independent

*they’re in hiding after being chased* “i’m wounded; you have to escape! run! i can’t protect you..” “no, trust me i got this-” *whistles and the enemy runs in the opposite direction* “what.. how did you do that?” “i learned ventriloquism for a talent show in 3rd grade”

Anyone else have an unpopular love for "powerful character x civilian reader"?

It's just

So soft cmon

- ein

childe’s ❝night terrors❞

❏ plot: you get an eerie feeling he’s been looking forward to this. humor, fluff, minor angst, fake dating au. based off this prompt.

❐ pairing: childe | tartaglia x gender neutral!reader.

❐ words: 2.9k.

❏ warnings: none!

It’s been a long day. You’ve followed Childe everywhere: from the mountaintops of Snezhnaya to the hillsides of Liyue and finally, finally, you’re getting some rest for the night.

“There’s only one bed.” But there’s only one bed.

Childe looks completely unbothered despite the look of exhaustion in his smile. He tosses his bag on the foot of the lone bed, puts his hands on his hips, and turns to you with a gleam, “We are a couple.”

“No, we’re not,” you’d had to say that multiple times today, more than you ever expected you’d need to, “now hand me a Mora so we can flip for who gets it.”

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Heyyy :) I was wondering if I could request a Diluc x gn reader where Diluc sees readers OLD self harm scars while they are like doing the dishes or sumn. Totally no pressure or anything, and I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

^ anon, you should be very proud of yourself for overcoming your self-harm. No one but you can understand what it took for you to get to where you are. I don’t know what went on or what’s happening with you now, I just hope that you are happy and doing things that keep you safe!

If you read this, and you need a reminder -> please know that there are so many ways to deal with the pain - some can be helpful, and some (while seeming helpful) can be harmful. I’m not qualified to tell you what to do, all I can tell you is that you have more capabilities to overcome something than you know - be proud of your growth and keep fighting every day 💗💗

Moving Forward

Warning -> mentions of past self-harm (potential trigger warning!), hurt, anxiety 

Includes: Diluc

Character x GN reader  |  Anthology

(potential trigger warning)*

Diluc always wondered why you wore clothes that covered your arms, and, even on hot days, you wore things that would completely cover you. He also was prone to wearing long clothes, so he didn’t pay too much attention to it, really - maybe you were cold?

The first time he caught a glimpse of your arms was when you were helping clear out the weeds around the vineyard. You had pulled your sleeve up your arm and wiped the sweat from your forehead 

He’d seen scars on people - especially those in the adventurers guild or the knight's order, but yours seems to be strange. They were uniform and only on one side of your arm instead of places where a normal blade might cut 

The second time he saw them you were helping out the owners of the Floral Whisper. They were trying to set up their displays for the day and had grabbed you as you walked by. Again, he noticed the scars, but this time on your other arm - their same strangely uniform placement 

The third time - he asked you about them 

“Hey, I’ve almost got all of this put-away, can you let them know they should be ready in a few minutes.” You lifted the final crate of wine bottles onto the cart and slid them against the others. There was a satisfying sound as they slipped into place. 

The warm sun had started to heat up your shirt and you wanted to cool off. You made your way to the back of the winery and pumped the water from the reservoir. The cold water felt good on your hands. Slowly, you rolled up your sleeves before you cupped the water in your palms and threw it over your face. It was so refreshing, especially after all the work you got done that morning. 

“Dang it.” You expressed, your eyes closed and filled with water. You had forgotten to grab a towel, and even though you could brush the water from your face, you wished there was a way to dry off. 

“Here.” You hear a voice next to you and feel fabric rub against your face. 

“Ah, thanks!” You take the towel in your hands and dab the water off your skin, your neck, and your arms. “Oh, I thought that was you, Diluc.” 

“I saw you head this way.” 

“Yeah, I needed to cool off. Thanks for this.” You gesture with the towel before draping it over the spigot. You were about to head back to make sure everything was in order when he grabbed onto your wrist. “Uh?” 

“I’ve noticed these several times now, and I am curious as to how you got them.” He held your wrist up to the sunlight, and your stomach drops. 

Desperately, you try to come up with an excuse. “Oh … uh, these are from fighting slimes by the river.” 

“You know I can’t believe that.” He doesn’t let go of your wrist. 

You wish he would just leave it alone. You pry his fingers from you and quickly pull down your sleeves. “Just don’t worry about it. It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“Then why are you lying to me?” His eyes bore into you, they are heavy and you wonder why there isn’t more air outside. 

“I’m … not really. It’s just you don’t need to concern yourself.” You try to play it off. You let out a little laugh as if it really is just a simple thing. 

“Fine.” His tone is sharp and you knew your attempt to lighten the mood failed. He walks off and the pit in your stomach grows bigger. You chase after him. When you catch up you place your hands against his chest and stop him from moving. The two of you stand by the rock barrier separating the winery from the road. 

“Hold on … I know you’re irritated.” 

“Why would I be? This doesn’t concern me, does it.” Again, his words hit your heart and sink into the dark pit. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just, I haven’t talked about this with anyone in a long time. I didn’t think …” you’re trying to find the words to explain, it’s all just very hard. 

“You didn’t think I could care?” 

“No …” 

“You didn’t think I would understand?” 

“No, I don’t know. Hold on.” You push your hands against his chest to press the point you need him to stop. “Look, I want to explain to you, but you have to know that this was something I did a long time ago. I don’t … I don’t do this now.” 

He just stares at you. 

“A long time ago I was really struggling. I needed to figure out some things and it was all just so much to bear. So,” You roll up your sleeves and show him your arms. The light warms your skin and reminds you that these scars, while always there, had healed a long time ago. “I felt like this was the only thing that alleviated everything that was building up. Like they released the hurt. Do you understand?” 

You look at him with a pained expression. You want him to understand you. You want him to see that you are better now and that these things don’t define you. When he doesn’t say anything you return your gaze to your arms and back to the scars. 

When you see Diluc’s hands covering them, you look back at his face. He is giving you such a soft, compassionate expression. 

“I know what it feels like to be in pain. To want to block it all out and find some way to break through it. I understand.” He tracks your gaze as he speaks, if you look down, he dips his head, if you look away he pulls you back. “Thank you, for telling me.” 

“Mhm,” you respond, giving him a small smile. 

“And you don’t feel the need to do this anymore?” 

“No. Like I said, I found other ways to cope.” 

“Good.” He wrapped you in his arms, not caring at this moment if others saw you. He just wanted you to know you weren’t alone. 

“I will be here if things ever become painful again. Don’t forget that.” 

“I won’t. Thank you, Diluc.” 

Now that he knows, he doesn’t pay them any attention. He doesn’t linger on them, he doesn’t kiss them more than he would any other part of your body

He doesn’t bring them up

He doesn’t want you to feel reminded of your past, instead, he wants you to look forward to your future

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