As A Girl Or Woman, Raise Yourself To Be An Intellectual. Raise Yourself To Be A Reader, A Traveller,

No one:

Y/n: *hasn’t showered for the past three days, sitting inside the gas station*

Doe:

Crybaby part. 4

pairing: Bakugou X Fem Reader

Summary: With the bills piling up and no way to know when you will be able to return to work. Your roommate suggests you take a call center job where you can work from home. The job? being an anonymous person for Pro Heroes to vent to.

But no amount of training could prepare you for just how quickly your first caller makes you cry.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Pro Hero AU

Wordcount: 27.2k Part 4/6 (this chapter 6.7k)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Also posted on AO3 (most of my work is hanging out there♥ please check it out!)

Warnings: use of pet names, cursing, and more sassiness! Mentions of drinking and partying. Phone sex, use of sex toys. fluff, lots of fluff. Dirty talk.

You were trying your best to ignore the way you twitched every time your phone made a notification. Resisting the urge to immediately grab it. Only to sadly realize it was just an email or something from one of your games.

You knew what you hoped to find as much as you hated admitting it. You were longing for him to call, text something. Anything at this point to get him to talk to you again?

But you knew it would do much good right now. The last thing you heard from him was over a week ago. He sent you a simple text that said he had a mission and he wasn't going to be able to contact you.

You were going on week two of not talking to your mystery hero, all because he had an important job or something. He didn't give you a time frame on when he would be back, just that he would contact you when he could.

You suppose it was nice of him to give you the heads up, but all it did was made you worry. It was clear from the one picture he sent you that he was built to withstand almost anything. Strong, large, and built like an Olympian God.

But you always have been the type to fret over people, even if you didn't want to.

That's why on the way back from your appointment to get the rest of the stitches out of your hand. You couldn’t help but let yourself do a little shopping. Using your scooter was so much easier now that you were accustomed to driving it. And now that you had both hands you were really moving.

Leaving the doctor's office you stop by a little restaurant on the good side of town. And when you said good, what you really meant was fancy. The streets were clean, well kept and all the buildings blended in together, unlike your own.

With the extra money, you had been pulling lately your roommate decided to tag along. Since this was the first time both of you had some extra money to blow. So she fetched the waiter as you found a nice little table outside on the patio to stroll over to.

"This place is bougie," She remarks as she sits down in the chair beside you. "I feel so fancy right now."

You laugh because it was rare that the two of you had a day off together anymore. Let alone time to actually go out and do something. Except for the week you were staying in the hotel, but last month you didn't have the kind of money you now have.

It was a nice peaceful lunch the two of you shared. Day drinking and searching the crowd for available cute men to eye up and down. But even that lost its joy soon enough because you were still missing someone.

"You know he will call when he can right?" Your roommate says eyeing you as she takes a sip from her dwindling drink.

"I know, it just sucks that I have to wait around all worried about him."

You had to vent the next morning when you woke up. Your guilty conscience had been eating away at you. From the time you saw his picture until you couldn't help but confess all your sins to her.

She kept all your secrets of course, but she was more than invested in your new love life. She promised not to tell a soul about how you had worked your way around the work codes. And managed to snag this guy's number. Or how you were convinced he was toying around with you all because he could.

She really was the worst though because she was not so silently egging the entire situation on. Begging for more Information. Asking if he had any cute single friends. Hell, she was already trying to plan the wedding!

She was also the reason why you were now standing inside this fancy-ass lingerie store. Panicking as she helped you pick out something new. She convinced you that all you needed was to spend a little extra time making yourself feel beautiful. And maybe a little sexy so you could understand how hot you really were.

But as she offered each set of matching bras and panties you couldn't help but feel anxious. This was so far out of your comfort zone. You didn't dress like this. Especially with the intention of seeing yourself dressed provocatively.

But with a little reassurance. And some help from the woman at the store you left with not one but three different styles of lingerie. And as soon as you managed to open the door. She was busting at the seams trying to get you to let her doll you up, and take pictures.

And you figured why not. It had been a really long time since you even did your hair, you could dress a little fun. And flirty for a bit.

So she began her work, fixing your hair, forcing it into a style that framed your face well. Making sure that all your flyaways were tamed and she started on your makeup.

She was always so much better at it than you were. She had years worth of experience in mixing foundations to get just the right color. and she had the most amazing trick for getting both sides of your eyeliner to line up.

And you had to admit that once you saw the final product. You were just about convinced she had made a pact with the devil himself. You looked, killer. Hair did, and makeup was flawless. But as she started pulling out your new garments from the store you almost lost your nerve.

"Why don't we start with this one?" She said holding up the most conservative-looking piece.

It was a cream-colored satin night dress. Delicate roses and other flowers adorn various places along the material. It had been the first one that you agreed to buy because it did look pretty.

She was clever in the way she had you pose. Hiding the cast from the camera with a sheet as she had you lay on the bed. Ass poking up just a touch, and legs spread enough to give yourself a bit of an arch.

And with each outfit she had you doing some wild stuff. The next one was a lot more riske. Black high-waisted panties and a barely there bra. Straps hanging and pulled taught against the curves of your body. Doing more suggestive poses every time the camera on your phone clicks.

The final piece was the one that you had the most reservations about. It was sheer completely. Only tiny little embroidered flowers are set against a burnt orange mesh. Being the only pieces that you couldn't see through. It was tight, pushing your breasts to an unnatural height. The thong firmly embedded into your backside. She got pictures of it from every single angle.

You had to admit though once you saw the results you would bang yourself without a second thought. She had a way of working angles to make every picture of you look amazing. You really had to hand it to her, she knew her stuff!

"Why don't we try some with just a sheet?" She asks as you sit on the bed thumbing through some of the pictures.

"What?" You ask turning your head up to look at her.

"Come on! Have I steered you wrong before? Besides, we gotta give your mystery man something for the spank bank." She winks at you and you immediately feel the heat rise to your face. Cheeks and ears are burning at the thought of him.

"These never see the light of day!" You bark, throwing your phone on the bed. "I will die."

"Nah, we gotta bag us that boy now."

"I like how this went from being me, To we!" You laugh.

But you are already fiddling with the clasp of your bra and letting it slide off your body. Ten minutes later she has you posed in such a way you were starting to get a backache from it. Spread on all fours. Sheet gracefully wrapped in your hands and you slid forward and pull the fabric around your body. Leaving more than enough skin to get the idea you were naked underneath. Most of your weight deposited between your elbows and knees back arched deep. Head turned away from the camera giggling like a schoolgirl.

"If these don't bag you a man, I'm still single." She whistles as she clicks the camera on your phone one last time.

You can't help but giggle at her words. She took her role as best friend seriously. Hyping you up over the most stupid and mundane things. Being supportive even when you didn't feel confident. You really appreciated the small things she did for you all the time. Even if they pushed you out of your comfort zone.

Most of your afternoon was spent in various positions on your bed, but your body felt exhausted. It was so much moving and it put a lot of pressure on your body to stay In the pose she wanted.

Satisfied with her work she finally set you free from your torture. She herself had a date tonight and she needed to start getting ready half an hour ago.

And for you? Well, you figured eating some leftovers and a nice bath was going to be the best medicine for your aching body. So as she headed out the door heels clacking against the floor as she ran. You heated up your food and ate in the kitchen.

All the while still scrolling through the pictures on your phone. And that's when you let your body move on autopilot, clicking on the one picture you really liked. The one where you were arched up at a high angle. Your legs parted and you could only see half of your face in the shot. It was of the satin night dress and out of all the pictures you had taken it looked the best on you. Just enough skin to suggest something more could happen. But it covered enough that you weren’t uncomfortable with your body in it.

Without much thought, you click and add it to the message on the still unsaved number in your phone. Typing out “thinking of you” in the message bar.

But it was only a moment later you started to lose your nerves about actually sending it. His faceless picture of his sculpted abs. Still visible from your previous conversation.

You heavily debated on if sending them was a smart idea or not. He may not appreciate your lewds the way your roommate did. You try to think of if you were in the same predicament. Would you want an unsolicited set of pictures from someone you didn’t know?

Suddenly you grew self-conscious the more you thought about it. What if your mystery man didn’t like the way you looked? What if you weren’t his type? What if he liked a girl with more class than you possessed? Someone who wouldn’t send him these types of pictures.

What if he thought you were ugly?

That was more than enough to get you to exit out of your text and place your phone face down on the countertop. Now that you were thinking about it, what would doing any of this really accomplish? You would never be able to meet him. And even if you did he was sure to ghost you once he realized you didn’t have a quirk.

With a heavy sigh, you limp your way into the bathroom and start running a bath. Nice and hot, the steam filled the tiny space quickly. Now, that you had time to practice balancing your body. It was easier to disrobe and slide yourself into the heated water of the tub. Instantly feeling your muscles relax with the added heat.

But even the relaxation of your bath couldn’t keep your mind from wandering back to him. Was he ok? Was he out there right now fighting for his life against some villain? You hoped that he was taking care of himself at least. Not being stubborn when one of his friends asked him to visit the doctor again.

You shudder at the thought that he was willing to let his injuries go untreated. Just because he wanted to be stubborn.

You spend a while just soaking in your water and thoughts. Everything from soapy bubbles to swirling emotions fills the bathroom. This is one of the reasons you think that the company you worked for was trying so hard to fight. Keeping everyone anonymous, so feelings wouldn’t get attached.

You hated that you missed him, but you hated that you could talk to him more. It was such a weird set of emotions that you were putting yourself through. Reaching for your phone you go to pull up his number again. Sending the small message you had typed out in the text bar before you hit send. Closing your phone and sitting it back down.

If nothing else you did it for yourself. You know it would make you feel better if you had been away after a long and hard work day. To pull up your texts and see that someone thought about you enough to send you a message. Even if it was small, just a few words would mean the world to you.

You only hoped he would feel the same once he read it, whenever that would be.

Dragging yourself up you pull the plug from the drain and slowly the water starts to go down. And as you pull yourself from the tub and start to dry off. Taking your time drying your body. Making sure to moisturize your skin before slipping into your simple set of old and worn pajamas. Hopping your way out of the bathroom and over to your bed. You don’t even bother to plug up your phone before you fall asleep.

Casually dreaming that your hero was ok, wherever he was.

Four days had passed by the last message you sent him. Four long and boring days of going back to your job and you are sitting at your desk. Just about to end your final call for the day. The woman you had on the phone wanted to talk and talk and then talk some more. Which was fine, but it had been three hours of her nonstop blabbering. And you were growing tired.

"And then he had the audacity to turn me down!" She whines into the phone.

Only half paying attention to her you yawn before you ask her a question.

"Which one?"

"Dynamight! Like he thinks he is all that and more. Don't let that cute face fool you, he is nothing but a menace."

"I'm sure he is." You reply.

But even you weren't immune to his charm. He was rough around the edges and attractive. You understood why people would be willing to throw themselves. At the current number two hero. If you were brave enough and had more confidence you would too. He was handsome, eyes full of fire, and a cocky attitude to match.

But if it was impossible for another pro to get a chance with him. You wouldn't even be given a single moment of his time. You didn't have a flashy quirk. Or the confidence to even order yourself a coffee at the new bakery. That opened down the street for two months. He would never go for a normal, boring person like you.

"Oh dear, there's the alarm! Thank you for listening to me!" The lady says as you hear the all too familiar siren sounding off in the background.

It was the same, no matter who you happen to be talking to. Loud and quick, able to alert just about anyone that something urgent was happening. You first heard it when you were on the call with your hero. He hung up on you without a second thought as he rushed to answer the alarm. Which was understandable, they were heroes. It was their job to do all the dangerous work that most of the population couldn’t. You couldn’t hold it against them, even if it seemed like a rude thing to do.

"Good luck, come back safe!" You tell her with a little more pep in your voice as you end the phone call.

You sit back in your chair and let yourself decompress. It felt like the entire day had dragged on, refusing to end. Your shoulders were aching and your lower back was on fire from not being able to move around much.

All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and finally get a moment's peace. That was until a soft know sounded at your door.

"Hey hun, some of us are headed out tonight, would you like to join?" She asks already half dressed.

"Nah, I'm exhausted. Think I'm just gonna call it a night."

"Ok, grandma. Don't party too hard while I'm gone." She snickers.

"I'll only do the hard drugs, and commit two felonies! I'm taking it easy tonight." You laugh as she shakes her head.

"Thank God, We don't have the bail money for three felonies!" She laughs.

"Have fun! And be safe, please. Call me if you need anything." You can't help but plead with her.

You know she has a horrible habit of getting drunk and running off if she was given the opportunity to. You had spent many nights chasing her down, shooing men away from her flirtatious words. Slowly convincing her to come back to the table and have some water.

You say your goodbyes and shortly after you hear the front door close. Well, that left you with nothing but your bed to keep you company. The house was quiet and you enjoyed the silence. After spending your days getting your ear talked off. It was a pleasant change to be able to sit with your own thoughts for a bit.

You didn't even bother to turn on the tv or look at your phone. Everyone you talked to was out anyway. But you just spend a while not bothering to let your mind think of anything in particular. Tossing yourself around in your bed, getting comfortable the longer you lay there.

It was evening, and the sun was going down. But you couldn't keep your eyes from fluttering shut the longer you lazed about. Sleep took over before the sun had even fully set in the sky. And you were sleeping well, hard even that was until you hear the quick notification go off on your phone.

But it still wasn't enough to pull you from your heavy sleep. Just as you turn your head in the other direction. Another notification goes off from your bedside table.

With a sleepy hand coming up to rub your eyes you try your best to wake up. Your eyes were still heavy from the nap and the darkness in your room now. It was difficult to make your body come alive once again. Your phone dings with a notification, and you reluctantly start to move to pick up your phone. You hadn't even grabbed and before the screen lit up with an incoming call.

Closing your eyes to shield them from the bright screen you answer the phone with a sleepy yawn and hello.

"You must have been thinking about me awful hard there princess."

It was a dream, you had to still be dreaming that he had called you. It had been so long since the last time you had heard his voice that now even in your sleep it was haunting you.

"Your not real." You mutter wiping your hand along your face.

You were still too deep in your sleep to connect the dots right away. To realize he was actually on the phone with you, berating you after almost two weeks of no communication.

"I'm real something right now. Tired, pent up, frustrated by that fucking text you sent me."

"My text?" You frown slightly at hearing his choice of words. "I thought it would be nice to see a familiar face once you were able to check your phone."

You guess you were wrong to assume that he wanted anything to do with you before he was ready to call. He sounded frustrated by your text, which wasn't the point of it.

You can Hear him growl as stuff is being moved around aggressively on his side of the line. and the sound of water running, shortly after. It took him a couple of seconds but he comes back and you could swear that you hear him in the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" You ask sitting up slightly.

"Getting in the shower, the only place I get any fucking privacy." He growls.

"Yo-, you can call me later. You didn't have to call me right now." You panic.

If he was about to get naked and climb in the shower. The last thing he needed was for your annoying ass voice to be still jabbering his ears off. With some half-asleep apology for bothering him via text.

"Think you can just send me something like that and not expect me to do something about it?"

"My text? What was wrong with it?" You ask innocently.

You didn’t have the heart for him to yell at you right now. You just wanted him to maybe wake up to a nice text is all. You didn’t expect with the way your conversations had been going that he would get upset with you over it. The thought kept ringing in your mind that you somehow had crossed some unknown boundary. That he had set without telling you.

"That picture meant for me?" He asked, a voice full of something you couldn't quite place.

And you feel all the blood drain from your face. As quickly as you could you scramble to pull up your text log with his number. And you realize in horror exactly what he was referring to. Sent from you four days ago was the text you had sent. But like a fucking idiot you had sent that fucking picture of yourself as well.

You completely forgot to delete it before you sent the message.

“I am so sorry!” You already feel the heavy tears of embarrassment welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to send that to you! I was just trying to send you a nice text and I didn’t-” He cut you off mid-rant.

“Who was it for then?” He barks and you can hear the anger in his voice.

But you couldn’t find your voice at the moment, now that he wanted an answer. Was he mad because you sent the pic to him, or did he think you were trying to send it to someone else that had him mad?

You could hear his heavy pants for breath and the water as it splashed down into the shower. He was waiting on you to give him some kind of answer, but you didn’t know what would soothe his anger faster. Admitting the truth that you fucked up and should have never sent it, or lie and say it was meant for someone else.

“Answer me brat.”

And you don’t know why, but the way his words rolled off his tongue half feral and hot made your semi-awake body jolt to life. He was being mean again. But instead of the tears threatening to spill from your eyes from shame. They were welling up now because of the heat that was soaring its way through your limbs. There was no reason for him to call you a brat but sound like that as he said it.

“T, they were for you!” You finally admit. “My roommate convinced me to buy some stupid lingerie and we took some photos. I didn’t know I sent it with the text, I thought I deleted it.”

He didn’t answer you right away, and it only made you squirm around in your bed more. Listening to his heavy breath and the way he groaned as the water cascaded down around him.

“I’m sorry,” You mutter out softly.

Probably too soft for him to hear over to roar of his shower. But it took him only a moment to laugh that sinful ass laugh he had.

“Told you to stop apologizing when you didn’t do nothin’ wrong.”

"Isn't that why you're mad?" You ask confused. "Because I overstepped a boundary?"

"I'm mad because I've been hard as a rock for two fucking hours!"

If you didn't know any better you would take that as he liked what he saw. But in your mind it just wasn't clicking, how could someone like him even find you attractive? The man had the body of a God, but he found your soft body likable?

"Why?" Is the only thing you can force out of your mouth.

It was stupid really. Why of all things you could have said, was that the thing that flew out of your mouth?

"You just like playing stupid or somethin'?" He asks his voice low. "How could I not be when your face down and ass up, laying there so pretty for me?" He moans finally and you swear you feel your body melt into the bed. "Were you thinking of me when you were takin em?"

You can't help but let yourself fall back into bed. Stunned and completely turned on by the sounds you are blessed with. His pants for air coming in louder, mixing with the flowing water from his shower. It didn't last long though because you hear the water shut off. And the sounds of the curtain being ripped open on his end.

"You might have crossed my mind a time or two." You admit shyly.

"I know you took more show 'em to me."

"No." You whisper

There was no way you could show him the other ones.

"Sweetheart I'll leave this mission, and be banging on your door in less than an hour. If you know what's good for you you'll send em."

And God, if he sounded sexy when he was mad. Then the pure dominance in his voice was enough to make even the most prude of people wither away. You couldn't deny his demands, not when he sounded like that. Quickly you pull up your photos and add one of each set you did. All in different positions and angles. If he wanted to see more. Who were you to tell him no again?

The world needed saving, and if it meant that it kept him there long enough to finish his mission. Then you were just doing what any good citizen would, right?

"Fuck Sweetheart. Do you even know what I wanna do to you right now?"

You have to rub your thighs together. Failing to relieve any of the building tension growing between your legs. Your mind instantly jumps to all the things you were willing to let him do to you if he was here.

"What would you do?"

And before you even have a chance to bring your phone back yo to your ear your screen lights up with a new message. Quickly you open your texts and your eyes roll back in your head at what you see. His massive hand was wrapped firmly at the base of his cock. A small tuft of neatly trimmed blond hair sat at the base. Thick, blue veins ran up the length of him to the angry-looking pink head. Maybe you were being biased here, but it had to be one of the prettiest disks you've ever seen.

"That broken leg wouldn't be the only thing hindering your ability to walk." You can almost picture the smirk he has on his face as the words leave his mouth. "Where are you at?" He rasps into the phone.

"In bed, why?" You ask flustered beyond belief.

"Anyone home?"

"No."

You hear him open a door and start to yell into the room he just walked into.

"Get the fuck out!"

And you hear the groans of at least two other men in the room.

"Come on man, we just got back! Give me a couple of minutes." You hear the familiar voice of the guy from before.

The one who you had to help guilt trip your hero with. His happy voice sounded tired as you continued to listen in.

"I don't give a fuck, I got shit to do." He barks.

"Oh Kacchan before I forget!"

"Later!" He cuts the other familiar voice off.

You hear a slight commotion go on before a door slams shut. A heavy sigh left his lips.

"Strip for me." He says getting back to his conversation with you.

"You can't be serious!" You say refusing to move.

"Dead fuckin serious princess. You're gonna help me fix this problem you caused. Now strip."

His time didn't leave you room to argue. If anything all it did was send a massive amount of butterflies around your stomach. Placing your phone on speaker you sit it down 9n the bed beside you. Grabbing the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore and left it up and over your head letting it fall to the side. You hesitantly grab the band of your panties, unsure if you really want to pull them away from your body.

"Those too." He remarks.

It was like he knew ew exactly what was going through your mind.

You pull them down off of your hips and sit back down on your ass, pulling the garment down and off of your legs. Clear strings connect you to the lace as you pull them away from your body.

Evidence of just how aroused you had become.

"I, I've never done this before." You say softly, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious again.

"You have the best hero here to walk you through it." He coos. "I know you have toys princess, so grab your favorite one and lay back for me."

You couldn't even be bothered to feel embarrassed as he calls you out. Reaching over you open your bedside table, pulling out your favorite vibrator. Doing as you told you lay back in bed and hit the power button. Letting him hear the soft buzzing sound come to life in your hand.

"Someone's eager aren't we?" He chuckles. "Close your eyes, and turn that shit off for now."

With a small huff, you follow his instructions, dropping the dildo to the side, and letting it roll to a stop by your ribs. Closing your eyes you wait for his next instruction.

"I want you to play with those pretty tits you keep hiding in those pictures."

It was automatic the way you let your hand roam from your sides and slowly cup your breasts. Feeling the heaviness of each one as you played around with them. Moaning when your nails dig into your nipples as you grab them. Rolling them around between your fingertips.

You can hear the soft hiss that leaves his mouth as you fondle your chest. Your hands itch to travel lower on your body. To finally touch yourself where you really wanted.

"Tell me what you're doing sweetheart."

"I'm wishing it was you touching me. Wish it was your hands exploring my body." You whine as you let your hand slip off your breasts and travel down your stomach.

"Bet you wish I was there. So you didn't have to play with yourself?"

"Yeah." You sigh as his voice carries through your room. Leading you to snake your hands further down your body, resting just out of reach of where you wanted to go.

"Bet you're fuckin soaked aren't ya?"

"Don't know. Haven't made it there yet."

"Oh but I bet you're awful close to it huh? Can't wait to dip those slutty little fingers into your cunt." He moans into the phones.

"Can I?" You ask whiny. You wanted nothing more than for him to give you permission.

"Yeah let me hear how pretty you sound when you touch that pussy of yours." He grunts.

As you feel the tip of your finger come into contact with your swollen bundle of nerves. You can't help but moan at the sensation. Relief finally floods your wound-up body.

"I'd have you screaming my name by now." He pants. "Legs pushed open as wide as they would go, bury my face right between your thighs. "

You whine as his words send a jolt of pleasure through your body. The sound of him fisting his cock was quick to fill the heated air that surrounded you. Sloppy and wet sounds echo off the walls of your bedroom. Mixing with your own wanton cries of pleasure.

"Yes," you breathe. "Want it. Want it so bad."

"Grab that toy and fuck yourself for me, baby."

Usually, you tried to prep yourself a little bit before you could take the whole thing. But right now you wanted nothing more than to fill yourself being filled. Hitting the power button you use your free hand to guide it to your leaking entrance. Your other hand still making soft circles on your clit.

"Oh fuck." You whine and your back arches as you slip the vibrating silicone inside yourself.

"You sound so pretty, baby. God, you don't know how bad I wanna bury my cock so deep inside that tight little cunt of yours."

You can hear his moans picking up along with yours as you set a fast pace. Already ready to hit that high. He had you teetering on the edge already just from his voice alone.

"Want you so bad." You moan as you hit that sweet spot inside yourself. Your walls flutter around as you kick up the speed on your vibrator.

"You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" He pants heavily into the receiver. "Gonna let me hear you cry out for me?"

"Wanna cum so bad." You gasp as you force your hand to speed up. Fingers work your clit faster as you feel that coil in the pit of your stomach starts to wind tighter.

"I can hear how fuckin wet you are. Fuck, wanna see it in person."

"Wish you were here" You whine feeling yourself start to tip over the edge.

Your pace picks up as you hear his moans grow louder with each passing second. Both of you working yourself in tandem with the end goal to fall over that edge together.

"Wanna fill you up with my cum, let everyone know just who you belong to sweet girl."

His words started short circuit your brain. Each and every syllable is laced with heated desire and want for you. Meeting your whiny and breathy moans of need. With deep guttural ones of his own as his filthy mouth kept talking.

"Get you clawin' my back and bitin' my neck. Make you cry as your bouncin' on my cock."

The image that flashes through your mind was your undoing.

You could picture it now. Those big strong hands gripping the fattest parts of your hips, and he helps you ride his massive cock. Helping you to move when your legs start to get tired. How he would grab your ass and jackhammer himself into you from below.

While he kept a smirk on his face.

He would be the type that liked to watch every face you made. How your eyes would close and your eyebrows would scrunch together and he forced himself as deep as he could go. He would have you whining and begging for him to let you cum. All while he kept that mean sultry tone in his voice.

You can imagine the way his lips would feel as he latched onto your neck. How he seemed like he would nip and Bite at your skin. Leaving purple marks littered down your throat all the way to your breasts. Eager mouth open and ready to latch onto your nipple and suck greedily as your hands shoot into his hair.

Your body is unable to keep up with the pace you set. Your body thrown into a fast-track orgasm quicker than you have ever been able to before. Back arching off the bed as you cry out in pleasure. Hand still pumping your vibrator in and out of yourself. Feeling the slick material rub against your clenched walls.

"Have half the mind to come fuck you right now." He moans into the receiver, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Show You how good I can be to you."

"Fuck I'm coming!" You cry out, unable to keep either of your hands moving any longer. With A wet plop, your vibrator falls out of you and hits the bed, rolling under your ass. The hand at your clit falls to the side as you breathe through your high.

"Good fuckin girl!"

It was the most seductive thing you have ever heard in your life. His voice cracked from his heavy baritone brashness to an almost high-pitched whine. Breathy and full of pent up emotions as he milks himself for everything he is worth. Letting the sound carry into your mind and take up permanent residence.

Spent you rolling onto your side and closing your eyes. His heavy pants are still filling the air as you try to bring your body back down from such an intense high. The room is quiet as you both take a moment to catch your breath. A smile plastered on your face as you marinate in your euphoria.

You. A t help but giggle as you reach for the vibrator and finally shut it off. Feeling your ass land in the huge wet puddle beneath you, causing you to giggle.

"Find something funny sweetheart?" He asks as your giggle trails off.

"I made a mess." You tell him, and can't help but toss the vibrator to the other side of the bed just as your giggles kick back up.

"Yeah?" He asks. "Lemme see."

Quickly grabbing your phone, you snap a picture of the huge wet spot on your sheets. The angle at the picture was taken to where he couldn't see your most private of areas. But still got the full picture of what had just happened.

"Fuck, your gonna make me hard all over again." He moans. And you can only ramp up your giggles as you imagine his eyes closing and his head falling back onto the pillows. Willing away another painful election from him seeing the mess you managed to make.

But for some reason, you desperately wanted to see it in person. To be able to look into his eyes as he starts to fall apart so easily. That rough demeanor cracking all over little Ole you.

"It's your fault." You lightly accuse him.

"It's your fault for being a tease." He is quick to argue.

"Me? I don't tease!"

"From that first fuckin phone call you've been stuck in my brain. I can't shake you no matter what I do." He admits with a laugh. "That sweet little voice and smart-ass mouth, you know exactly what you were doing to reel me in."

Did he really think that about you? Weird quirkless little you? The one who hasn't had a date in years and has become such a homebody outside of work. Trading in your cute outfits for pajamas and slippers.

No, that just proved he didn't know anything about you.

"You forgot I don't know who you are. You're giving me more credit than I deserve."

"You still playin' dumb huh?" He asks with humor in his voice. "That's fine. Bet I can fuck some sense back into you once I get home."

"Stop!" You whine. "You can't tease me like that!"

"Tell me again how much you don't mean guys." He goads. "You can do it, my little crybaby."

"I've only got eyes for one mean man in my life." you counter him playfully.

"That so?" He muses." Tell me more about him."

You giggle for a moment while you play along with his antics. You can only describe him so much, but you remember how he tried to tease you with the number two pro hero not too long ago. Deciding now would be the perfect time to get back at him. Using angry looking blonde as payback.

"Well for starters." You say with a giggle. "He's tall."

"What else?"

"Spiky blonde hair, and these gorgeous red eyes. Looks like an asshole, but probably is a total softie." You dramatically sigh before you continue. "He's got these big hands and all those muscles! Too bad he let his friend save me the other day, instead of him."

"You like his hero costume?" He asks with a chuckle.

If he was jealous, he wasn't letting it be known. He was playing along with your little antics, and you seem to think he was enjoying it a bit.

"Oh yeah. The black and orange combo gives me Halloween vibes ya know. Not to mention just how tight it is. No wonder he has all the ladies swooning over him."

"Maybe we should get him to send you some of his merch. Bet you would look good In Something of his since you're so obsessed."

"I'm sorry! I can't hear you over the sound of the wedding bells!" You laugh. Playing up the fabricated daydream. And wouldn't you know it, he for the first time gives you an actual laugh. Loud and he let out a snort as he gasped for air. It was actually one of the cutest things you have ever got to hear in your entire life.

"When's the date? I'll have to make sure I show up for it." He snickers.

"Oh you know I still gotta pick out the dress and choose the colors. But my roommate is handling everything else!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she even picked out the house with the white picket fence in the burbs. Already on her way to pick up the new dog." You are barely able to control yourself as you ramble on about your mock wedding. "And she already picked out the names for the kids!"

"Well shit, what do you need from me? Seems like it's already set in stone." He laughs.

"Could you convince him to say yes already?" You sigh. "Seems like he's a little hard to get a hold of these days."

It's funny because even on your most confident day you wouldn't even be able to look Dynamight in the face. Let alone joke with him like this.

That was part of the reason why you were so easily taken to your mystery man. You could be yourself, and he actually was able to do the same. He didn't care you had just made up a wild story about the number two pro hero. Especially right after he pulled such an intense orgasm out of you. If anything he was a good sport and played along. Still more than willing to listen to your half-baked musings, and still didn't feel jealous.

"You at least want a date first? Or are you going in for the kill?" His playful words echo in your ear.

You could get used to this. Use to this guy right here, he was just about everything you wanted out of life. He was able to meet your attitude with one just as fiery. Quick-witted and smart. Dedicated to his job and only a little stubborn.

"I mean I know he is super busy saving the world and all. But I won't turn down a date."

"How bout when I get back I'll take you on one then?"

"How dare you! I'm a taken woman!" You laugh. "do you really wanna take me out?"

"Princess, if I get the chance I'll do more than that."

And the way he said it made you shiver. You had no doubt that he would keep that promise if he got the chance. And who were you to deny such a request? The chance of finally meeting your mystery man has become too hard to ignore.

"Guess I could make room for another mean man in my life, just don't tell my future husband!"

"Good girl. Knew you'd see it my way."

In the midst of your good time, you did hear him start to yawn. You almost forgot that he wasn't home, but out in some hotel room hundreds of miles away from his own bed. He probably spent the past two weeks fighting off every villain he could find, not taking a minute to rest. Not to mention the little stunt he just pulled no doubt took its toll on his already exhausted body.

"Maybe you should get to bed, you sound tired." You say softly.

"M' always tired," He says just as another yawn wracks his body. "Call you when I get back?"

"Get home safe ok. Don't make me worry about you." You say sweetly.

"I'll be extra careful, just so I can see your beautiful face in person."

And you blush deep and hard at his words. It was one thing to flirt and make you cum over the phone. But it was completely different to hear him say something so nice. His tone still carries a bit of that playfulness. He couldn't be that sweet to you and not expect you to melt from his words.

"Goodnight and I mean it be safe!"

"Night crybaby."

It takes you a few minutes before you are able to roll yourself out of bed. And hobble into your bathroom to clean yourself up. But the entire time your head is swimming with the lingering effects of your mystery hero. He had you feeling lighthearted and giggling at the chance to finally be able to meet him in person. Learn what his name was, where he was from and every other little detail you could manage to squeeze out of him.

And as much as you feared for your previously broken heart. You were more excited for the opportunity to let it learn to love once again.

Finding a new set of panties and feeling around for your discarded shirt. You make quick work of changing your sheets and getting redressed. More than happy to fall into your bed, where you felt just a little more appreciated than you had before.

It was easy to drift off into a peaceful slumber when the thought of new love had you feeling giddy. Excited for the first time in forever.

Now it was only a waiting game until you would be able to meet him.

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Hello, Doll

Yandere Eddie Munson *** [Stranger Things] *** [WARNING: Obsession, Stalking, Elements of horror] *** We do not condone the behavior displayed in this story. These situations are fun in fantasy, but not in real life. Let’s confine this sort of thing to fiction.

              Something was wrong. The knowledge sat in your stomach, where you swallowed it down. It had been there for weeks, since he first approached you. He had leaned against the locker beside yours, with the light illuminating his hair and shining against the pins on his jacket. “Hello, Doll.” He had said, with his lips pulled back in a smile. You hadn’t known how to respond, but it didn’t matter.                    Eddie left- and it didn’t stop there. For weeks after you found letters in your lockers, written on soft parchment paper and red ink. You found wild flowers by your doorstep, pulled from your neighbors lawns and wrapped tightly together. You could feel his eyes on your back during class, and see his gaze follow when you moved. You could feel his presence behind you in the school halls, and even when you walked home!                      Eddie didn’t speak to you after your first encounter, aside from his declarations and promises scrawled messily in the letters. You didn’t understand it. What were his intentions? What had possessed him to do this all of a sudden? You knew Eddie wasn’t a satan worshipper, or a cult leader, or evil like most people insisted. But what you did know, is this was not normal.                       

* * * 

The sky had darkened into a deep blue, and the trees outside your window kept knocking on the wall. Your bedroom light painted everything pale yellow. You couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. It had crept up on you the moment your parents left the driveway, planted itself in your gut like something foreign and unwelcome. (Something’s wrong.)                      You slowly stood up and let out a breath. You ran your hands through your hair and shot a glance at your bedroom door. You were alone. You had begged your parents to stay, but their plans were made months ago. They left in a hurry, assuring you everything would be fine. This did nothing to ease the panic in your chest. You weren’t sure where it had come from, it was simply there with your pumping heart and trembling hands. It was there in the ways your eyes watered. In the quietness of your voice. A deep apprehension had settled around you like a coat, crept up your spine like rot growing on basement walls. You had spent hours trying to reason with yourself. There’s no one here. My parents locked the door when they left. Eddie’s behavior has just made me paranoid!                 But when that didn’t calm you down you found yourself standing in front of the door, with your palm on the handle. “I’ll make sure the door is locked,” you whispered. You thought it would put your mind at ease- see the turned lock, see the closed window. See that you were alone, and you were safe, and nothing was wrong.                                You hated how dark the rest of your house was. The only light was what drifted in through the windows, dull and blue. Every room was filled with that thick, heavy blackness, the kind that covers everything in front of it. The shadows shifted and mended themselves together into imaginary monsters, and minute by minute you were beginning to regret this. Your eyes scanned every doorway, every window, every object on the shelves. Nothing was out of place. There weren’t even markings in the dust.                     When you reached the living room, you realized where your fear had come from. You couldn’t see anyone, not in the darkness. But you didn’t have to. You knew who it was the moment he spoke.

“Hello,” He was here. “Doll.”

You couldn’t move. You watched the boy seep from the shadows of the room, watched him come into the light and closer still, but never did you move. Your entire body felt numb. It was like a dream. “Ed … Eddie . . ?” You couldn’t make yourself speak after that. Your mouth was too dry. Your head was racing but the words wouldn’t come. 

“I . . I didn’t mean to . . to come here. I just-“ His words trailed off. Eddie let out a quiet chuckle. ”I just wanted to see you.” His eyes held a glassy sweetness. Every word he said was slow, quiet, like he was talking to a scared animal. He was getting closer with every step. “I know i’m scaring you, and I’m . . I’m sorry.” He took in a deep, anxious breath. You couldn’t move. ”I just had to see you.”                      He stopped when he was right in front of you. He carefully lifted a hand and cupped your cheek. His fingers were cold. When he finally touched you, something must have clicked. You flinched away. It was a harsh, sharp movement that made Eddie tilt his head. He looked surprised. Confused, almost. “Hey . . ” You looked over Eddie’s shoulder. Dark blue light shone through the windows by the front door, and you suddenly realized your parents had never locked it. “. . (Y/N) . . ”                             

“Wh-Why are you doing this?!” You sputtered out. Eddie slowly lifted his head and met your eyes. He was still looking at you with that softness, that devotion.                             “I fell in love with you a year ago.” He let out a breath and his smile grew. “You don’t remember, do you?” You stayed silent for a moment. The entire house was silent. The crickets wouldn’t chirp. The dogs wouldn’t bark. The trees outside kept scratching the walls, like an animal who wanted in. You slowly shook your head. Eddie took in another breath. “That’s okay.” He let out a quiet laugh. “I don’t even remember who it was. One of those assholes on the basketball team. He had thrown my figurines in the trash, and you yelled at him. You were like two feet shorter than him, but your voice was so loud it didn’t even matter! It was such a small thing, but I . . I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His face fell. “I never had the courage to talk to you. I’ve mentioned it in my letters, but . . I know you stopped reading them.”                                      

          You turned to run for the door but Eddie was faster. He grabbed your hand and pulled you backwards into his chest, his other arm snaking around your shoulders. Your chest was tight and your eyes stung. You swore you were going to cry, but instead of tears you only let out quiet whimpers.                   “Hey, hey, hey, just calm down,” He murmured. He was still looking at you the same. His gaze was glistening with softness, adoration. Worry.  He buried his face into your neck, and pressed a warm kiss against your skin.                              You stood there in disbelief. This wasn’t a new obsession- it had been there for over a year! It had been growing like the weeds in your neighbors yard! It had soaked in like red ink! It had been festering there like fucking decay! This was it. This was the fear pouring in your gut, this was the knowledge left to rot in your stomach!

This was it!

”Get away from me!” 

You smashed your head against his nose. Eddie screamed. His hands left your body to cover his face and you fell to the ground, listening as curses and pained gasps left his mouth. “God damnit (Y/N)!”                                                  Blood was beginning to stream between his fingers, staining his shirt and smearing over his chin. His nose had begun to swell, and every time he touched it there was a nauseating crunching sound. His hands were trembling- With what? Was it pain? Anger? Anxiety? His curls obscured most of his features, but you could see his eyes were narrowed and watering. “Fuck, just wait a second (Y/N)!” Your head was throbbing, aching, and a thick dizziness had washed over you. You were desperately trying to stand up again, but panic made your actions sloppy. Every movement was stumbling, clumsy, and every breath you inhaled pulled at your sternum.                       “I- I’m not mad!”                                                          The dizziness was awful. Your thoughts were clouded, your head was foggy, and all you could think about was how you were going to get out! There were only a few more feet between you and the front door, but the distance seemed impossibly far. You were running as fast as your numb feet could carry you, with Eddie right behind you. His blood was still dripping from his face and onto the floor. He was frantically reaching for your waist, your shoulders your hair!  

“I promise I’m not mad!”

You shrunk away from his lovelorn grasp and sprinted out the door as fast as you could. The cold night air hit you, and the final relief came in waves. You fell into the grass, your chest heaving and your legs aching. Your eyes were locked on the front door, which still sat wide open. You were waiting for anything. Sounds, movements. You kept expecting him to come out after you, to pull you out of the street and into his arms. But nothing happened. There was no way to know how long you lay there. Till the dogs started to bark again. Till the sky turned orange. Till your parents pulled back into the driveway. None of it mattered though. Eddie was gone. he slipped out the back door like nothing more than a shadow, a stray cat.

You weren’t safe. 

The flowers would still be gifted, the letters would still appear. Eddie was still in love with you. This wasn’t over.

Note: I’m a bit rusty, it’s been a bit since i’ve written a fic so I hope this turned out okay 🖤

in light of israel's looming invasion on rafah, south africa implored the icj to call for the protection of palestinians with new preliminary orders. the icj denied this request, insisting that its january orders would be sufficient enough in ensuring the safety of people residing in rafah.

we have all seen how israel responded to the icj verdict earlier this month. they have all but intensified their attacks on palestinians, their favorite of whom seem to be children. this will end in a bloodbath. palestinians, already malnourished and living in literal tents, will be bombarded, they will be shot, they will be slaughtered. and when i say palestinians, a lot of them are actual toddlers. the videos coming out of this are proof enough.

at this point, it has been made amply clear that palestinians will never experience safety in their own homeland. a lot of the families in gaza are trying to raise funds to get out of it, because there's nowhere left to go.

there is nowhere left to go. if these people don't get the funds necessary to escape, they will die.

it's vital that you go to operation olive branch's spreadsheet, choose a family that resonates with you, and donate as much as you can to their gofundme. every last dollar counts. one dollar could be the difference between life and death for a family. please don't fall victim to the bystander effect. your contribution counts, however little it may be. and whether you're able to donate or not, spread this to as many people as you can. each second we stay silent is a second an entire family is brutally massacred.

OMG you should do a gareth x reader and like you join the hellfire club and he has crush on you and he ends up telling you and you like him back!

Idk why it took me so long to write this. Characterizing Gareth should not have been as difficult as it was lmao. But y'know what it took to finish this? Sitting upside down. In a chair.

Like, y'know in big hero 6 when Tadashi holds Hiro upside down or whatever to get him to think and it worked? Yeah. That was me.

But I hope you enjoy this, it definitely got away from me lol. It wasn't supposed to be this long and the ending was definitely a little rushed. But whatever.

(Also, somewhere in an alternate universe, Gareth does turn out to be an axe murderer)

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Word count: 5.8k

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x Reader

Warnings: underage drinking, swearing, mentioned drug use

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Eddie strutted down the hall with you at his side, excitement putting an extra bounce in his steps. He looked like a child, the pins on his jacket rattling.

You smiled faintly. A few weeks ago he asked you to play D&D with him. The two of you had gotten together to get high once or twice, you bought all your shit from him. And you mentioned how you used to play back in middle school.

That spurred the conversation of the Hellfire Club, which you'd heard a lot about. Mostly bad things if you were being honest, but hey. That was highschool.

It took him a while to convince you to join his club, and then bring you up to speed on all the rules and remind you how to play.

But now here you were, joining your first campaign with the Hellfire Club. You were pretty excited, you couldn't lie.

Not like you'd tell Eddie that. He'd be even more bouncy than he was right now.

Eddie kicked the door to their 'club room' with a loud crash, "hey nerds!" He called with an obnoxious grin.

You followed him into the room, which used to be the old theatre, but considering a new and bigger theater had just been built, this one was given to Eddie's club. It was really the only room they could spare.

Plus, it was pretty on brand; playing a fantasy game where drama had taken place.

They were backstage and all the lights seemed to be on. They were very colorful too, lighting the room up beautifully. There was also discarded sets and other junk pushed towards the walls and out of the way.

You went to look at the table where the other members sat, leaving the throne at the head of the table empty. You guessed that was Eddie's seat. His place at the table was already all set up, there were even candles lit on either side.

The rest of the table was occupied by the club members. A handful of them were underclassmen. You could tell by their baby faces. "Henderson! Drumroll!" He pointed to the table as he got closer.

A boy with brown curls obediently began to drum his fingers against the table, muttering, "why doesn't the drummer do the drumroll?"

"Shut it," Eddie said, pointing at him again. He got close enough to step right up onto the table. And then he bowed low, hand extended to where you stood with an amused smile.

"Please welcome the newest member of Hellfire! Y/N L/N!" He cheered as he rose back up, to which received several greetings ranging in enthusiasm.

Eddie grinned and hopped down from the table. He stepped forward and walked behind you, guiding you forward. "Curly is Dustin Henderson," he said, pointing him out once again. "His friends, Michael Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair," he said, pointing to each of them.

You smiled and waved to the three younger boys. They looked like babies, they were so young. You wanted to squeeze their cheeks.

"That's Jeff. And finally, there's Gareth. He's a pain, ignore him more than you ignore the others," he instructed you very seriously.

Your eyes lingered on Gareth. He had the fluffiest hair you'd ever seen and you could imagine how soft it would feel beneath your fingers. He wore the same shirt as the others, white and black with the Hellfire logo. He also layered on a red and black flannel with the sleeves cut off.

Gareth fixed his annoyed look on Eddie. "And why should they ignore me?" He asked, his voice higher than you thought but beautiful to listen to.

"Because you're a pain," Eddie repeated with a 'duh' tone. But unfortunately for him, the only free spot they had was beside Gareth. He glared at Gareth like it was his fault once he realized.

You clapped Eddie on the shoulder with a laugh,"I deal with you everyday. I'm sure I can handle Gareth," you assured with a grin, going and sitting next to Gareth.

Eddie smiled before he understood, and when he did his expression grew annoyed. "Ha ha, very funny," he droned, sitting on his throne. "Now everybody shut up and let's get started!"

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As soon as the session was over, Dustin cornered you while you waited for Eddie to pack up. He eagerly chatting your ear off about just about everything. You found it endearing how enthusiastic he was. His friend Mike, looked apologetic though as he awkwardly stood at his side.

"So how do you know Eddie?" Dustin asked, adjusting his cap. "Are you guys friends?"

"Oh, he's my de…uh, detention partner," you quickly altered your sentence. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell the kid Eddie was your dealer. Plus it wasn't like you were lying, Eddie had been your detention partner a couple of times.

"Really?" Dustin asked, ignoring Mike's urging warning that they were going to be late. "How long have you been playing D&D?"

"Since eighth grade," you answered honestly. "Gave me something to do after school."

"Why did you just now join Hellfire?" Mike finally gave in and asked a question. You knew he was curious too, after all you were a new face.

"Because I was too busy before," you shrugged, glancing to see if Eddie had packed up all his things yet. You looked back at the boys. "And I never had a ride."

"Do you need a ride?" Gareth asked, swinging his bag over his shoulder and stopping next to you. The way he looked you up and down wasn't as subtle as he thought it was.

"Nah, Eddie—"

"Gareth, you take 'em home," Eddie cut you off. "I forgot, I have to take Henderson and Wheeler. Their ride is busy so of course, the burden falls to me," he said with a shake of his head.

Dustin swung his head around to stare at Eddie. "What!?" He yelped. "What happened to Steve? Why didn't you say anything sooner!" He shouted, storming over to Eddie.

Gareth tilted his head towards the door and you nodded, walking out of the theater with him. It was silent for a few moments before you broke it.

"So you're a drummer?" You asked.

Gareth looked over at you and nodded, "yeah, for our band. Eddie tell you?"

You shook your head. "You're in a band? Eddie's in a band and he didn't tell me? That ass," you scoffed.

"I'm surprised you've gone this long without knowing," Gareth replied earnestly. "He's your dealer, right? I think he's mentioned you a few times."

"Didn't want to say it in front of the kids," you nodded, "but yeah. That's how I originally met him."

"So you've been 'round his? I know you've seen his guitar," Gareth held the door open for you. "He uses it for gigs only. It's his prized possession."

You suddenly remembered the name of the band. Eddie invited you out one day but you'd been too busy to attend. Now you had a reason to attend one of their shows. "Corroded Coffin, right?" You asked with a proud grin at remembering.

Gareth smiled at you. And wow was his smile beautiful. He nodded. "So ya do know our band," he mused. "Yes, I'm our drummer."

"Well considering that Dustin kid was asked to drumroll and not you, I'm gonna assume you're not—"

"Hey," Gareth said, affronted, turning to point a finger at you, "I'll let you walk home," he threatened.

"I didn't say it," you held your hands up in surrender. "I said nothing. What you use to fill in the blanks is entirely your—"

"Oh shut up," Gareth elbowed you in the side.

You jumped away from him with a scowl on your face, rubbing your injured side. "I'm not feelin' the love here, Gareth," you huffed. "I think I will walk home," you said, making a 90° turn and walking off.

"Hey!" Gareth shouted, grabbing your arm before you could get too far and pulled you back against his side. He casually tossed an arm around your side to prevent a repeat. "Eddie would murder me with my own sticks if I let you walk home."

"Maybe then you’ll learn some manners,” came your snarky reply but you let him guide you. You tried to ignore how his touch made you feel.

“Look who's talking,” Gareth replied, unfortunately releasing you. He walked around to the driver's seat and unlocked the doors.

You grinned and got in the car. “So, besides playing D&D and playing the drums, what do you do?” You asked, a pathetic attempt to keep the conversation going as you clicked your seatbelt on.

Gareth ignored his own seatbelt and put his arm behind your seat as he twisted to look behind him as he reversed out of his parking spot. “Really?” He asked, making eye contact briefly. “Small talk?”

Warmth coursed through your body as you rolled your eyes, trying to pretend like the small action didn't fluster you. You were rapidly developing a crush on him. You were unable to decide if it was surface level attraction or if it'd maybe have a chance to develop into something real. “Are you really judging me, drummer boy?” You mocked.

“Oh wonderful, I haven’t ever been called that before,” he said flatly, turning and removing his hand from behind your seat. “Ask me something worthwhile.”

You took a moment to think about an ‘interesting’ question. “Okay, what’s the weirdest thing you have been called?” You asked.

Gareth paused to actually think about it. "Freak," he answered honestly. "That's what just about most of the school calls me. Us. Hellfire," he clarified.

You had to admit, you felt your heart squeeze at the sympathy you felt for him. You despised the words especially when it was used so maliciously. You pursed your lips, "that was supposed to be a light hearted question, sorry."

Gareth only laughed. "Hey, well, you asked," he replied, tapping the steering wheel. "Better get used to it. I did. Easier that way."

"No thanks," you shook your head for emphasis. "The second anyone calls me that, they're getting my fist."

"That's fair," Gareth conceded. "Hey, where am I going anyways?" He asked with a frown, slowing slightly to give you time to answer..

"Oh you missed the turn about a mile ago," you confessed, looking up at him. "But I figured it was too late to tell you."

Gareth was silent for a few seconds before he exploded. "What!?" He loudly demanded. "I am never driving you anywhere ever again!" He exclaimed. "Why didn't you say anything!"

"Sorry!" You shouted back. "I'm sorry! I just…I don't know, don't yell!"

"You're yelling too!" Gareth screeched, making a wild U-turn. You heard several things rattle and roll in his car.

"Hey—hey! Cool it with the crazy driving!" You continued to shout, holding onto what you dubbed the 'oh shit' handle on the roof. He was worse than Eddie, which was saying a lot.

"Just tell me where I'm going!" Gareth turned to look at you, a crazy grin on his face as he continued to shout.

You realized he wasn't upset, but rather having fun. You grinned. "Just drive!" You managed between laughter. "You don't have anywhere to be, do you?"

Gareth shook his head no and joined in your laughter. "I like you!" He shouted.

"Then why are you yelling!?"

Gareth's smile never died as he repeated, in a much more respectable volume, "I like you."

You grinned, "thank you," you responded. "You're not so bad, for a drummer," you added belatedly.

Gareth's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in very obvious, and deep offense. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said."

Gareth scowled, "you got a problem with drummers?"

"Well, the last drummer I dated was crazy. I find the guitarist to be much more sane—"

"Uh, in what world is the guitarist more sane than the drummer!?" Gareth wildly demanded. "No way is Eddie more sane than I am!"

"Hey I'm just telling you my past experiences!" You defended, "I didn't say I like Eddie more than you—well, actually—"

"I'm giving you a ride home." Gareth sounded deeply offended again as he turned to stare at you.

"Eddie gives me drugs."

"That you buy. I'm doing this for free and in my own time."

You paused. You didn't have a response for that because he did have a point. "Fine," you conceded. "Fine, fine. Sorry for insulting you, drummer boy."

Gareth's victorious grin twisted into a scowl. "Can't you come up with a different nickname?"

"No."

Gareth sighed as he took a right turn. "I need a nickname for you now. It's only fair," he stated.

"No," you turned down, you knew this could only end in an embarrassing or terrible nickname. You had a reputation to maintain, you couldn't let him give you a nickname that would likely stick and catch on.

"You're a nerd but that just…doesn't fit," Gareth murmured to himself, staring out at the road.

You were concerned about the spaced out look on his face and thought maybe it wasn't a smart idea to let him drive you around.

"...I'll think of it," he finally shrugged. "But you need a new name other than drummer boy," he said, pointing a finger at you.

"Thumper," you replied.

"Will you be the Bunny to my Thumper?" Gareth wasted no time in asking.

You paused. "You've seen Bambi?" You asked in surprise. He didn't seem the type to sit through that kind of movie.

"I have a younger sister," Gareth offered in explanation, glancing over at you, "we've seen it a million times. Even my older sister's made me watch it."

You wanted to tease him, but you thought it was so sweet he watched it with her so many times. You smiled instead, "that's cute."

"Don't tease me," Gareth warned seriously.

"I'm not," you said quickly, "swear on my life. I'm not teasing you. I think it's cute that you watch movies with them."

Gareth tapped the steering wheel again to an imaginary beat and nodded, accepting that answer. "Do you need to be home soon?"

"I don't have a curfew," you answered, which…wasn't completely honest but he didn't need to know that. You wanted to spend more time with him though, he was interesting. And cute.

"Good. I was gonna take a ride out to the drive-in. I hope you like horror," he looked over at you again.

"The drive-in is in the next city," you stated the obvious.

"Yep," Gareth agreed.

"Okay," you said. This would be fun. You hoped. You had just met him, but he didn't strike you as an axe murderer or something.

---

Gareth was in fact, not an axe murderer. The two of you went to the drive in together and saw a horror movie that you honestly lost the plot of, too distracted by him.

He was very engrossed by the movie. He laughed at parts he definitely shouldn't have, popcorn in hand. He made snide little comments about the actors or the movie in general.

His commentary made you crack up and you couldn't focus with him murmuring some smartass comment in your ear every few minutes.

You wouldn't have changed a thing about the night.

Well. You'd change one thing.

Gareth walked you up to your door with the excuse of, "you never know where a murderer might be lurking."

You doubted they'd lurk in the few feet from the street to your door, but you decided to humor him.

So you walked with him, arms brushing together with every step. Neither of you made an attempt to stop the contact. Neither of you attempted more contact

When you arrived at your door, he stopped you from opening it with a hand on your arm. "Hey," he began, shifting his weight and dropping his hand.

You turned to him, the faint light of your neighbor's porch light illuminated his face enough for you to see his shifting gaze. "Hi," you warmly replied, smiling at him.

"Hi," he laughed, looking away. He cleared his throat and tucked his hands into his jean pockets. He rocked forward on his toes as he spoke. "You should come to our show."

You were nodding before you even comprehended the suggestion. But once you did, you smiled. "You want me to come to your show?"

Gareth looked away again and shrugged, "yeah. Thought you'd like it. I'll prove I am a good drummer despite what some people think," he pointedly said.

Your smile grew. "I'll be there," you promised. You found yourself wishing for a kiss. Hell, even a brush of his lips against your cheek would sate you. But of course, nothing happened.

Gareth took a step back and nodded at you. "Night, bunny," he said, turning around and heading back to his car.

"Night, thumper," you murmured, your voice lost to the night. You stared at his back for a second longer before finally turning and heading inside.

---

You informed Eddie of your plans and Gareth's invitation and he would not leave you alone. You regretted telling him.

"Wait, wait. I explicitly told you to stay away from Gareth and you went on a date with him!?" He screeched, his voice disappearing into the forest surrounding you two. Thankfully, you decided to have this conversation outside of school.

"It wasn't a date," you denied, waving a hand. You sat up on the picnic table and stared down at where he was sitting on the bench. "It was just a movie."

"No, it was a movie at the drive-in," Eddie replied, putting more emphasis on the words like a weirdo. "You know what happens at drive-ins? Sex!" He shouted. Like a weirdo.

You grimaced, "what? No, stop. I didn't sleep with your best friend. Calm down," you huffed. "Jeez, Eddie. It was just a movie."

"Oh really? How do I know you didn't have sex in the backseat?" Eddie pressed.

You rolled your eyes. "You're disgusting," you stated.

"That's hateful," Eddie replied. "How come you never come to my shows when I invite you? Why is Gareth so special?" He complained.

He was right to complain. He invited you to his shows a couple of times, but you'd always declined. Either you were too busy or you weren't particularly interested.

That had been before you met the cute drummer.

"He's not special. I'm just not busy this week," you lied. "If you would have asked me, I would have said yes." You probably wouldn't have. No offense to Eddie.

"Mhm," Eddie hummed, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Fine. I'll believe you," he said. "I'll give you a ride. I guess."

You grinned.

---

Eddie picked you up as promised. Once you were inside, he left you at the bar as he went to go set up.

Fuck did he undersell his band. There were already people gathering and more coming inside as time passed. You were impressed.

And by the time their set started, a crowd had gathered around the stage, dancing to the music and hyping up the band with their support.

You didn't join the crowd and instead stayed at the bar and watched. You had a good view of the whole band from where you were. And by that, you meant you had a good view of Gareth.

And sure, Eddie was absolutely killing it on stage, his voice was perfect for his songs and his playing was unparalleled. But your eyes were glued to Gareth, who was enthusiastically slamming his sticks against the drum kit. Head bopping to his own music with an infectious smile.

You got into the music quickly, but your eyes never strayed from Gareth for too long. He was too captivating to look away from.

But when the show ended and the band packed their things up, you finally turned away from the stage.

"How'd you like the show?"

You looked over and nearly fell out of your chair. "King Steve?" You couldn’t stop the old title from tumbling from your lips, you were that surprised at seeing him. "Holy shit! What are you—this doesn't seem like your type of scene." Granted, you didn’t know much about Steve Harrington nowadays. You hadn't seen him in two years.

Steve awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not," he agreed, "Eddie invited me." He shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Ah," you said slowly, nodding in understanding. "Eddie invited you."

Steve rolled his eyes, "it's not like that."

"Sure," you answered. "But it's fine if it is," you offered. "Gareth invited me."

"Steve," Gareth said, startling you as he materialized behind you. "Eddie didn't say he invited you." He gave him little more than a glance though before looking at you. "Hi."

You smiled, "hi," you responded. "You were amazing."

Gareth grinned, obviously pleased by the compliment. He ruffled the hair behind his ears, "thanks," he said. “So? I’m a good drummer, right?”

You playfully tilted your head as if pretending to think about it. He shoved you over and you shook with laughter, “yes, yes. You’re a good drummer. Best I’ve heard, but don’t let it go to your head,” you complimented with sincerity.

Gareth turned away with a bashful smile playing at his lips. “No promises,” he murmured, “I wasn’t uh, I wasn’t sure if you were gonna show,” he continued, drumming his fingers against the bartop.

“Ouch,” you deadpanned, holding your chest, “so little confidence, Emerson.”

“Oh, it’s Emerson now?” Gareth scoffed, arching a brow. “And I was just about to offer you a ride home.”

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" You dramatically asked, "thank god Eddie is my actual ride."

"Is that a no?" Gareth asked impatiently.

"Let me buy you a drink," you offered instead of answering. "You really were amazing tonight."

"I gotta drive," Gareth pointed out.

"You won't get drunk off one drink, will you?" You asked, before shrugging. "If you want….you could come over. Have a drink or—or something. I dunno," you said, sounding way less confident than you would have preferred.

Gareth was silent, deliberating the idea as his eyes scanned the bar, eventually he nodded. "Okay," he agreed, "are you providing dinner as well or are you just trying to get me drunk?" He asked with a teasing smirk.

"Depends if you get us there in one piece," you replied, tucking your hands into your pockets and following him as he walked outside.

"All this slander on my driving from the person who can't drive," Gareth deadpanned, giving you an amused look. "Would you like to drive?"

"I would, actually," you answered, much to his surprise. "I can drive, y'know. I just don't have a car. Or a license," you shrugged, Eddie let you drive his van once or twice. In addition to stealing your parents cars, that's how you learned.

Gareth tossed his keys at you without saying anything and you barely caught them before they smacked into your face. You had half a mind to chuck them at his face.

You decided against it though, and followed him out to his car. You climbed into the driver's seat with a grin. "If I crash, it's not my fault," you stated, sticking the keys in the ignition.

"What happened to knowing how to drive?" Gareth asked, clicking his seatbelt on with a skeptical look.

"I never said I did it well," you cheekily answered as you pulled out of the parking lot and drove away.

You took a detour and got some food for the two of you (which Gareth was very happy about) before driving home.

You were proud to say you got both of you there in one piece. You didn't run any red lights or stop signs either, which you were very proud of.

Gareth didn't think it was so amusing.

"How is it an accomplishment, Y/N? That's the law," he pointed out, holding the food as he climbed out of his car.

You held the six pack you bought with your trusty fake ID, since you technically had promised him a drink. You tossed his keys over the hood of his car, "this is coming from someone who said, and I quote, speed limits are just suggestions," you snarked.

"Yeah, but I don't make a habit of running red lights," he sniped, catching the keys and pushing them into his pocket.

You pulled your own keys out as you walked up to your front door, correcting over your shoulder, "I don't make a habit of it, it's only happened once or twice. But in my defense, the light turned red right when I got to the intersection so I couldn't stop." You slid your keys in the lock and opened it, stepping to the side to let him in first.

"My parents are out of town, so don't worry," you said when you noticed his hesitation, stepping inside behind him and shutting the door.

"Starting to think you have ulterior motives," he called from where he set the food down on the coffee table. He sat himself down on the floor back against the couch.

"It's nothing like that," you promised. You took two beers out of the black and put the rest in the sink. You joined him on the ground, handing off a beer.

"You sure it's nothing like that?" He asked, eyes searching your face.

You nodded and turned away from his gaze before you could blush or say something stupid. You got up quickly to look for a movie to put on.

And with a smirk, you put Bambi on.

"Seriously?" Gareth deadpanned, staring at the screen as the opening played. "You're so funny, bunny."

"I try," you said with a mocking bow. You straightened up and joined him on the floor once again and began to eat.

Just like at the drive-in, he made snarky, sarcastics comments under his breath and kept a running commentary going. And just like at the drive-in, you didn't mind one bit. You discovered you loved hearing his voice.

"Thumper is so cute," you said with feeling, staring at the screen with a smile. The little bunny just melted your heart, he was adorable. You watched as he tried to get Bambi on the ice.

"Eddie can be Bambi," Gareth said thoughtfully. "He's as clueless as him. Besides Bambi looks almost high in some scenes—"

"Don't say that!" You chided with a laugh, "he doesn't not. He's a baby deer. He's supposed to be clueless. And Eddie isn't as spacey as a baby deer."

"Oh please, I've known him for years," Garqeth dismissed. He pointed at the screen where Bambi was struggling on the ice. "That's exactly what he gets like on skates. Haven't managed to convince him to ice skate though," he said with a dejected sigh.

"I'll skate with you," you volunteered, just to watch him light up. You smiled at how happy it seemed to make him. God he was just precious. Just like Thumper.

Gareth didn't say anything as his eyes returned to the TV screen, but he did settle back into the couch. His arms crossed and he looked pleased.

You took a drink from your half empty bottle. But just as you tipped it back, swallowing a mouthful of the bitter liquid, Gareth decided to speak.

"I like you. A lot. Romantically," he said, turning to look at you.

You choked, immediately setting the glass down on the table, coughing harshly, trying to dispel the liquid you accidentally inhaled. "Jesus Christ," you croaked between coughs.

Gareth reached over to pat and rub your back. "Interesting reaction," he said, his shoulders shaking with ill-concealed amusement.

"Shut up," you scowled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "You're an ass, Gareth Emerson. I could have died!"

"And that would've been a shame," Gareth said mournfully. "So?" He asked.

"I'm starting to rethink my feelings about you," you said sourly, rubbing your chest.

Gareth shoved you.

"Wha—Gareth! Not helping your case right now," you exclaimed, sitting up from where you dramatically fell over. "You have a crush on me?"

Gareth nodded.

You grinned. "Okay, well, good. Because I have a massive crush on you too," you said happily. "Probably from when I first saw you. Y'know, I think the hair is what sold me. And then your personality. Is that shallo—"

Gareth leaned over to claim your lips with his. You eagerly pressed forward, kissing him back without hesitation.

You groaned into the kiss as he licked into your mouth, lips parting with no resistance. You reached out to touch him, your hand buried in his hair, tugging gently.

Gareth pulled away soon after that, a lazy smile on his face, his cheeks red. "My new favorite hobby might be kissing you now," he breathlessly confessed.

"Yeah," you agreed, feeling drunk off his kiss alone. "Yeah—we should, uh, we should definitely do that again."

Gareth grinned, "take me out to dinner first."

You gestured to the food between the two of you, "excuse me, what would you call this? Technically, if anything, this is our second date," you pointed out.

Gareth seemed to have no wiseass comment for that and he instead kissed you again.

---

Like all good things, the night eventually came to an end. Gareth drove home (you two decided it was fine since he only had a beer) and that was the end of the night.

You went to bed dreaming about him, because that's how hard you'd fallen for him. And now you had him. You were now dating Gareth Emerson and honestly? You could not have been happier.

The next morning, you were woken up by a blaring horn. You very nearly fell out of bed, half asleep as you got up.

You jumped when the horn honked again and you groaned, muttering swears under your breath at being so rudely awoken.

You got to the door and threw it open, still in your pajamas and glared at the car. You realized it was Gareth's. "What the fuck!?"

"Hey, bunny," he called out of his open window with a delighted cackle. "come on, come on. Let's go," he urged, "we have places to be!"

"Why are you so excited to go to school?" You asked, crossing your arms. "I'm not even dressed!"

"Who said anything about school?" Gareth smirked. "Hurry and get dressed. We have places to be," he repeated, enunciating his words with another obnoxious beep of his horn.

"Fine, fine! Stop honking, my neighbors already hate me!" You exclaimed, whirling around and heading back inside. But before you closed the door, Gareth loudly honked one last time.

You rolled your eyes and went to get dressed. A little embarrassed at being seen in your pajamas, but you got over it quickly.

You headed out of your house dressed for whatever it was Gareth was up to. You got in the car, and were greeted with a sweet kiss. And when he pulled away, he was smiling. "You look good," he said and stepped on the gas.

You lurched forward and scrambled to get your seatbelt on. "Where are we going?" You asked, staring at him expectantly.

"Surprise," he replied. After a few moments, he gave in. "We're going on a date. Double date. I told Eddie, sorry," he said, glancing over at you, tapping the steering wheel again.

"No, don't apologize," you said quickly, "it's fine. But uh, last I checked, Eddie was single. Painfully so," he said.

Gareth began to smile, "well it seems like we're not the only one who got serious last night," he said, "Eddie and Steve are a thing. But it's supposed to be a secret."

"How is it a secret if we're going on a date with them?" You couldn't help but ask.

"It's a secret date," he answered. "Eddie was looking for a new spot to deal after he almost got busted, and found a good place for a picnic," he explained.

You wondered just how long the two of them spent on the phone last night. It was an amusing thought to picture them gossiping over the phone.

"Okay," you said, satisfied with the answers you'd gotten and glad to know he hadn't spontaneously decided to murder you with an axe out in the woods.

The drive was mostly quiet, with metal music playing through the speakers.

Eddie and Steve were already there when the two of you arrived. You had to take a little hike through the woods to get to them though, which didn't really help your axe murderer theory.

But you eventually found Eddie and Steve in a small clearing. They were sitting on opposite tree stumps, a large one between them. That's where they had the food set up.

"You're late," Steve called when he laid eyes on you both.

You smirked when you seen him and sent a knowing look between him and Eddie. "What'd I say?" You asked.

"Y/N wasn't even awake when I went to get them," Gareth threw you under the bus, sitting right on the ground and reaching for the food.

"Traitor," you muttered, sitting opposite of him on the ground, internally grimacing about having to get the dirt out of your clothes later. "He was being obnoxious and kept honking!"

"I told you to stay away from him," Eddie said around a mouthful of food. "But does anyone listen? No," he said.

"Nothing new," Steve replied.

Eddie glared.

You reached for your own food with a smile. You could get used to this. This was so much better than being stuck in class all day.

And hey, you even got a very pretty looking rock from Gareth at the end of the date. He had disappeared for about half an hour and returned soaking wet, but with two rocks in his pockets that he waded through a creek for.

He gave you one, and kept the other.

You never got rid of the rock. It stayed with you always, even when others joined your collection. That first rock held so much more significance to you.

Even years later, that rock remained your most prized possession.

Selfish intentions.

Warnings: dirty talk, mild slut shaming, fucking in someone else's bedroom, Dom Deku, mentions of panty stealing. NSFW. This is just fucking filth. I did this in basically a quirkless college au so all characters are 18+ aged. Thanks. This is also like 1000 words.

Maybe this was a bad, bad idea. Could you bring yourself to care? Not at all. Not when Izuku Midoriya so eagerly buried his tongue in your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your clit while two of his thick fingers worked open your cunt. Vaguely, you wondered if by the time you were done Katsuki would know you both came on his sheets.

Your hand tangled in Izuku's thick hair, making him moan when you tugged from the scalp. The noise causes your clit to twitch against his tongue from the zap of pleasure it caused. Fuck, why was he so damn good at this? You looked down, watching as he lost himself in your taste, his hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress that were clearly neither of yours. God you could cum right then, knowing your juices stained his face and the sheets below you.

Being in a place you weren't supposed to be in made it so much hotter.

Inwardly Izuku was almost mush, he loved eating you out already but knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way and only him drove it home. He supposed he shouldn't be this petty, after all it's not like he could truly blame Katsuki for his panty thieving but...you were HIS girlfriend and part of him was pissed off that Katsuki had the audacity to even think of you sexually, to think about touching you at all. He resolved, if Kacchan didn't get this fucking hint, if you'd let him he'd fuck you in front of him.

After all, Kacchan had to learn his place; but for right now he was focused on you. Tracing the letters of his name on your clit as his fingers crooked up to hit that spongy spot inside you that had him crying out his name and pulling his hair. He ignored his throbbing length in the confines of his sweatpants in order to properly please you, tasting the sweetness of your release was always his favorite part. He could almost taste how close you were, feeling how your walls fluttered against his fingers as your cries rose in pitch.

His name fell off your lips like prayers in a church and his eyes fluttered when he tasted all you had to offer, lewd slurping noises coming from tasting the sweetness of your cum making it hard for you to think. When he pulled away you could only whine in protest, almost pouting as he took your shaky legs off his shoulders.

“Turn over, hike up that pretty little ass for me princess.” His voice seemed raspier, darker than you were used to as you obeyed his command, yelping when smacked your ass. The sting of it felt good on your heated flesh.

“Good girl, you're already a mess and I've barely started.” You could feel his grin as you hear rustling clothes before feeling his cock head slide between your dripping folds, he was fucking teasing you.  A mewl leaves your lips and you arch deeply, inviting him to slide into you but he continues his teasing instead. Finding your sweet whines and moans intoxicating to his ears and his ego, you're begging for him.

“P-please Izuku, please stop teas- oh!” Your pleads were clipped short as he slid his thick cock home inside you with one thrust. Your ass hitting his thighs with a soft smack. You moaned, you could never get used to how his cock stretched you out. You could feel how every delicious ridge and vein dragged against the walls of your cunt with even the slightest movement. He let himself be still for a moment, his hands rubbing your hips to let you adjust a tad before he started his thrusts.

He was driving you insane, the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls with every slow, mind numbing thrust he made. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your walls he could explore but it was too slow, making your body hot with the need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are. You could tell this was on purpose, Izuku was always a wretched tease when it came down to it. One more pleasurable but oh so slow thrust made you snap at him.

Looking back at him you glared, “Fuck me like you fucking mean it or maybe I'll kick you out and wait for Bakug- OH.” Your words got cut off as a squeal like moan left your lips, Izuku starting a punishing pace as he pushed your head down to the sheets. His movements rougher than you were used to from him, more dominant.

“He couldn't fuck you good as me anyway.” He rasped, fucking into you harder with every word. His hand on the small of your back to keep you arched for him, his other hand gripping your hip. “Look at you, a fucking mess on my cock. Pussy fucking dripping so much I can feel it on my thighs.” You whimpered, not used to how crude he was being, the words making your ears burn but you loved them.

“I'm making you gush more than he could ever dream of and that's the point.” His hand that was on the small of your back crept up to your hair, pulling hard enough to make your back bow, head up and mouth open in a gasp. “You're mine and I'm gonna leave his sheets a mess with the fucking proof that you're mine.” The low tone of his voice sent shots of pleasure right to your core, a wet squelching sound echoing in the small dormitory from just how wet you were and how hard he was fucking you.

“Don't be afraid to make a mess on my cock, on the sheets, cause I'm gonna fuck you til you're squirting all over them.” The hand that was on your hip left to press against your throat, squeezing at it just enough to make your vision blur.

“He'll like it anyway. Since the fucking pervert steals your panties, I'm gonna make sure your juices even stain his pillow.” If you could see Izuku, you'd have seen the feral glint in his eyes as he sped up his thrusts. Determined to fuck you into an oblivious, incoherent mess while he had the time.

Katsuki had returned late in the night to his dorm, wrinkling his nose slightly when he opened the door at the smell of what seemed like sex. He looked around, brows furrowed in slow building anger but everything looked the same. Except one thing, a pair of very familiar red laced panties rested, soiled on his desk. There was a note with them that said enjoy and he recognized that it was the shitty nerds handwriting.

“Fucking Deku.” He rasped, trying to ignore the fact that his cock stirred in his gym shorts.

yeah john doe would probably fuck you to the rhythm of that cbat song i keep seeing on tiktok