By Design: Five

by design: five

a/n: pls excuse my small self-indulgence w/ reader’s taste in music lol. ALSO i’m not an engineer of any kind so please do not @ me if the science doesn’t add up here ty in advance

The next two weeks were a blur. 

Kirishima gave you a list of his workouts - adjusted to your level and skillset - and your Quirk training began. You spent most of your days working on Bakugou’s costume, and in the evenings you would do your workouts or hone your Quirk by shifting a glass of water between different states of matter. The time in between shifts was getting shorter, and you were feeling better about the amount of control you had over your Quirk. 

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Class is in Session - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader x Shouta Aizawa

A/N: So way before Christmas I promised my darling wife a filthy Shinsou fic of her choosing, and then I got swept up with angstcember and the holidays and it got back burnered. And I lost steam on and decided instead to gift her this! Based on a nasty discussion we had after I showed her Yato’s Patreon that involved our two favorite kitty loving men and half our list of kinks combined. Now that she has read it, she gave me permission to share with you all! <3

Also note: Its a College AU because I’m lazy and it makes everyone 18+ no questions asked.

Warnings: teacher/student kink, teaching threesome, a little degradation, voyeurism/exhibitionism/slight cuckolding? (idek, its raunchy ok?)

Word Count: 5.4k

This was not a situation you thought you would find yourself in: cheeks flushed, heart racing, stomach doing somersaults and breathing unsteady. You had been caught. By your favorite professor. Fooling around with your boyfriend on school property. He hadn’t said a word to either of you as he pulled the purple-haired man off you by the back of his blazer and captured your wrist tightly in his other hand. Dragging the pair of you back to his classroom before finally releasing his hold on the two of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch at the sound of him slamming the door shut behind you, your stomach churning as you heard the lock click into place. He still hadn’t spoken, instead simply pointing to his desk and the two of you shuffled in front of it silently. Neither of you could look him in the eye it seemed as he took his place in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you both.

You shifted your weight from side to side, arms folded behind your back where you could dig your nails into your wrist to keep from fidgeting under your professor’s scrutinizing gaze. You glanced quickly to the man next to you, who likewise had his eyes glued to the floor as one hand rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly—his face seemed to be almost as flushed as your own. Despite being your favorite professor, Mr. Aizawa was a stern man and you couldn’t bare to think how much trouble the two of you were in right now. Still, you wished he’d say something, anything at this point…

“I am very disappointed in you,” Aizawa began in that gruff tone of his, the one reserved for students who caused trouble in his lectures and it made you gulp, “Shinsou.”

You flicked your eyes up to look at your professor, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out why your boyfriend was being singled out in this. Did he think that he was taking advantage of you or something? You glanced towards your boyfriend, whose shoulders had slumped at his mentor’s words, head hanging in shame.

“Profess—” You tried to open your mouth to reason with him, to explain you were just as guilty but Aizawa held up a single finger to demand your silence and you bit your lip to comply.

“I’ve taught you quite a bit since you arrived here, and though you’ve flourished thus far, it would seem there is still one lesson I have to teach you.” Aizawa stated evenly, his face just as blank as always, you could never tell what he was thinking and that made you uneasy.

“I understand, Professor.” Shinsou replied softly, still unable to look the older man in the eye.

“Good.” Aizawa said as his gaze moved between the pair of you for a moment before speaking again. “Now, kiss her.”

“I-i—what?!” Shinsou blurted out, a bit louder than he had meant to as his violet eyes finally locked with his mentor’s gaze and his jaw went slack trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

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Friends Don’t Keep Secrets

A/N: Greetings, friends! I sincerely apologize for not posting recently; I’ve come down with a nasty headcold and just haven’t had the physical energy to write. I promise I’ll get back to it very very soon! You guys seem to really like Jaskier as a Ler. I can’t say that I disagree. This is a request fic from a lovely anon, so wherever you are, I truly hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ler!Jaskier x Lee!Reader

Prompt(s): #19 “Not there, you say? You shouldn’t have said that,”

Summary: You and Jaskier have been close friends for quite a while, but there’s one thing he hasn’t learned about you. When this comes to his attention, he’ll never let you live it down.

Warnings: None

WC: 1.2k

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You’d travelled as a companion to the witcher for many months now, alongside Jaskier the infamous bard. The three of you had bonded like a family (although Geralt would likely never admit it) and you considered them your closest friends—Jaskier, especially.

While Geralt was out hunting monsters or just not speaking much at all in general, Jaskier was there to keep you company, and so the two of you became fast friends. He told you about his life as a bard, the things he’s seen and places he’s been, while you told him about your own life in return. You shared jokes, secrets, hopes and dreams. You looked out for each other when Geralt wasn’t around, and both got amusement from annoying him when he was.

Sometimes, Jaskier would even let you help him write his songs—but the lute was off limits. It always was.

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Notice // 1

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader (BNHA)

Warnings: Cursing (so much cursing)

Paired up for a project with that guy you hate, you have to try and make it work. For the baby’s sake.

Masterlist Here!

((Chapter 1 of my new bakufic because I’m supposed to be working on my Crit. Review and I don’t want to.))

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Sugar Daddy’s [3/6]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: If you can’t tell yet – things of a sexual nature are involved. A dash of angst. Summary: Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with the wonderfully stupendous @caitfairwrites!

Some cool water splashed on your face and a moment alone in a space far less intimate than Bucky’s bedroom helps to ease your racing pulse. Okay. The laundry might take – what, an hour? Two? Giving you plenty of time to ask the few remaining questions you need answered in order to hammer out the article by Monday morning. And besides – it’s not as though Bucky is exactly hard to be around.

And you can certainly keep up.

The kids rush by you in the hallway, Miriam tossing something over her shoulder about a movie in the family room. “Daddy’s in the kitchen,” she adds, almost as an afterthought.

Despite only having recently moved in, Bucky and his kids have certainly made the old house more of a home than you’d once thought the Bianci place was capable of becoming. A few pictures on the walls; a basket of laundry on the landing; a herd of plastic, glittering ponies expertly lining the end of the hall. You reach down to adjust a violently-purple one that’s toppled over, only to come face-to-face, when you stand, with a large, framed photograph. Five smiling faces. A few palm trees in the background.

There’s a lightness to Bucky’s frozen face you haven’t seen yet.

You wonder, for a moment, at the family portrait. There had been a mother, at one time. A mother with pretty eyes and Miriam’s bright smile. One that tugs at your heart and your lips with a soft, swift jolt.

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Exile

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: I was planning a Loki fic for Valentines but that didn’t turn out just yet so I wrote some Breach. Like hullo? Um, yeah, hope you guys enjoy. This series is very special to me and I hope you all enjoy. We’re closer to our end and I am so excited for it.

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

Four years later, somewhere in South America

You giggled as the small feet stomped down beside yours, a paper bag hugged against your chest as you tried to keep the contents inside. Luka’s laughter joined yours as you chased him down the dusty walk to your small house. 

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