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tw!!: mentions of physical abuse, Stockholm syndrome, implied sexual abuse, punishment, swearing, toxic behavior.
You genuinely believe that the day he found you was the best day of your life. You were finally free of the shit hole lab that you had been trapped in since you were a child. What you didn’t realize was that you were rescued from one circle of hell just to be placed into a lower circle. To this day you don’t see Tomura as an enemy, not even in the slightest.
You saw Tomura as your savior, the person who ran the organization that saved you from overhaul and his inhuman experiments. there was absolutely nothing that you weren’t willing to do for Tomura, you looked up to him, you wouldn’t even go so far as to say you loved him. You were convinced that there was nobody worse than Chisaki and his men. Regardless of how many people Tomura killed and how many times he’d lash out at you when a mission you had nothing to do with, didn’t go as planned.
You loved him. Even after those nights where he would come into your room in a fit of rage and smash and decay just about everything in sight. telling you to get the fuck up and because you loved him, you did what he said, you didn’t question a single thing. not even when he tells you to take off your clothes and lay down on the bed and keep your fucking mouth shut, because you loved him. because nothing he did was ever as bad as what overhaul put you through. because even when he blamed you for being the reason the hero’s perused them so often, you still loved him.
No matter how many times he’d use you as an outlet for his anger, you still looked at him the same way you did when you first met him. You still saw him as your savior, the man who rescued you from hell. because every time he hurt you, all he had to do was utter that one phrase,“You think I enjoy hurting you? You leave me no other choice.” It doesn’t even cross your mind that this might be an excuse to put his hands on you. not even once because you know, you know that he doesn’t mean to hurt you, he loves you. He just has so much to deal with, so much pain in his heart, so you feel like you have to be better for him, be his peace.
[ID: a black and white picture of a trans man. He is holding his shirt up, exposing his chest and hiding his face. Where his top surgery scars would be visible, there is a tattoo of the hands in the creation of Adam, where they nearly touch but dont.]
warnings: 18+! drinking, heavy petting, crude humour, explicit sexual content
word count: 4.3k
a/n: bringing this back to tumblr to motivate myself into finishing the series ♡︎ cmon weese you can do it
ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 (end)
Bakugo reaches into the middle of the circle and grabs hold of the empty beer bottle. “This is so fucking stupid.” He spits, glaring at Kirishima. “If I’ve gotta spend seven minutes in that fucking closet with shitty Deku, it’s you who I’m killing.” He threatens, pointing the lip of the bottle at him.
Kirishima just smiles, takes a sip of his beer. “Stop being such a buzzkill, and spin the bottle.” He says, but Denki and Mina snigger, and you sneak a peek to Todoroki, who’s sitting next to you, full beer in his hand, small smile on his face as he watches Bakugo roll his eyes.
Todoroki Shouto.
The crush you have on him is much smaller than it was when you first met him, but the lingering feelings are there. If you get to kiss him? Bonus.
Everyone who’s playing is on the floor— coffee table and couches pushed out of the way to make room. A good chunk of the graduated class decided not to play, and Mineta was disqualified the second he said ‘anything goes, right?’.
This left Bakugo, Kyoka, Izuku, Ochako, Denki, you, Shouto, Mina, Kirishima and Toru sitting around the circle, in that order. Boy, girl, just as games master Denki had orchestrated it.
Sero and Momo sit watching from a sofa, sipping their own drinks, refusing to take part because they have ‘morals’— and Momo’s dating some rich guy she met at a charity ball, so she’s not keen on the idea.
“C’mon, spin it.” Denki grins, practically panting with excitement. So far, only Mina and Kirishima have gone into the closet, and Mina had come out beaming.
And flustered.
“He was okay, I guess.”
“Rude!”
“Your teeth are sharp!”
“If you don’t, ya gotta streak down the street.” Kirishima says. “Tetstutetsu’s just a phone call away, so you’ll be getting 3B as an audience as well.”
A scowl adorns Bakugo’s face— as it always does— and he leans forward to place the bottle in the middle, hand resting on it. “I don’t know why I agreed to fucking do this.” He mutters.
“Boy-girl ratio.” Toru chimes in from next to him.
“And you didn’t like it when Ashido called you a pussy.” Shouto adds his two cents.
Everyone’s either sniggering, or straight up laughing, but the possibility washes over you that it could be you going into the closet with him. The concept has you taking a long drink from your cup, your insides twisting a little.
He’s handsome— anyone’d be blind not to think so— but, the thought of kissing him makes you nervous. What if you’re not a good enough kisser for him? What if he’s not into it? What if— and mortification rolls through you slowly— what if he teases you about it, and tells the others?
You finish your drink quickly, and he spins, hoots and hollers and laughter bouncing around the room as it turns and turns and turns and—
The lip’s gonna stop on you.
Your eyes widen, but you all stare with baited breath as it slightly overshoots, landing between you and Shouto. You look up to meet mismatched eyes— just as curious as your own, you’re sure— then you both turn to Bakugo.
“It’s her.” He says.
“It’s him!” You say at the same time.
Then argument breaks out, but the games master makes sure it doesn’t last too long.
“Rules stipulate all three go in the closet.” He says sagely, a finger pointed in the air matter-of-factly.
“Like fuck I’m goin’ in there with Icyhot.” Bakugo spits, venomous. “Her, whatever, not him.”
“It’s the rules, Katsu.” Kirishima shrugs, grin on his face as takes a sip of his beer.
You’re about to shoot off your own questions, because you’ve never heard of this damn rule before, and you wanna know where the hell he got it, when Shouto stands up.
“Seven minutes.” He says, finishing his beer— wasn’t that full a second ago?— and looking pointedly at you, then Bakugo. “Or are you scared?” He actually quirks a brow at him.
Well, that’s all Bakugo needs to be clambering to his feet—finishing his own drink and handing it to Kyoka— annoyed, yet determined. “Like fuck, I am.” He spits.
Your eyes fall to your lap, and you hope if you stay really still and keep really quiet, that they might go in without you. The last thing you expected from this game was to be sandwiched between these competitive assholes, crush on one of them or not—
“Oi!” Bakugo snaps, and you look up, see him scowling at you, Shouto watching expectantly. “Hurry up, dumbass.”
You take a deep, soothing breath. “Look, I—“
“No!” Kyoka yells defiantly.
“[Name]’s doin’ the naked mile!” Denki adds, grinning as he grabs onto your shoulder, gives you a little squeeze.
You send him an incredulous glare and tear away from him. “I never agreed to a threesome!” You argue, face flushing at the prospect, because you’re not doing the nudie run and you don’t want to go into the closet with both boys.
“It’s kissing, stop acting like a grade-schooler!” Sero yells from the sofa, Momo chuckling at his side.
“I’m not! I’m thinking of my honour as a woman.” You pout, glaring at him.
A snort from Bakugo. “You lost that the minute you sat on the floor with these assholes.”
“I agree. Why sit in the circle if you don’t want to play the game?” Shouto adds, folding his arms. He doesn’t look mad, or even irritated. Intrigued, perhaps?
“Fucking hell,” you mutter, looking down at your empty cup— god, you’d kill for another— and rising to your feet. “I am not running down the street naked.”
“Atta girl!” Kyoka cheers, nudging Izuku with her elbow.
There’s a low rise of ‘ooh’ accompanied by a slow clap. You roll your eyes and sneak a look up at the two boys, but you don’t look back as you pass the pair and head into the kitchen.
Seven minutes in the butlers pantry with Bakugo and Todoroki it is.
Your mother would be appalled.
You open the door and walk in, drag your hand on the countertop running along one wall, peer over at the shelving— food and food and more food— taking up the adjacent one. There are three dishwashers below the countertop you lean on, an espresso machine near the door, blenders, a huge toaster, a water cooler.
For the game, this cupboard is too big. There’s space to move, to walk around each other. You could literally put a force field up and keep them from coming near you, and they’d still be able to make a cappuccino comfortably with the space left.
The door closes and you look over, see Todoroki watching you, Bakugo sliding the latch across so no one can come in.
“Is that necessary?” You ask, brow cocking. “How far do you think you’re gonna get with me in here?” Your mouth runs, the booze making you confident.
Bakugo snorts. “How ever far seven minutes’ll get me, shitty woman.” He says, pushing past Todoroki, eyes glued to you.
“Whoa—” you hold your palms up. “You two first.” You demand, a hand on a hip, the other pointing between the two of them.
“I ain’t frenchin’ Icyhot!” He spits, shooting the taller man a glare.
You fold your arms. “You spun the both of us.” You say brattily, chin in the air.
“It’s not fair if I just watch.” Todoroki reasons, leaning against the pantry shelving. You feel a blush rising up your neck at the prospect of them making out. Two big, strong men macking on? Right in front of you?
They’re both sexy as all hell, you’ll at least give them that. Even if one is emotionally volatile and the other emotionally unavailable.
“It’s part of the game, Bakugo.” Todoroki sighs, shrugging.
He’s far more into this whole thing than Bakugo is, and it’s surprising. It’s almost as if Todoroki’s excited? In his own little way, at least.
Does he wanna kiss you as much as you’d like him to?
“Here,” you offer, stepping towards them and untucking your oversized t-shirt from your jean shorts. “A bit of an… incentive?” Then— it’s gotta be the alcohol— you’re tugging your shirt over your head, tearing your hair out of its scrunchie along with it.
Both sets of eyes practically bug out when they see your cleavage, framed beautifully in a black balconette push-up, picked especially for this game. You were prepared; physically, at least.
“Hurry up,” you demand, fixing the shoulder straps and straightening the back strap, boobs sitting better in the bra. Full. Enticing. Then you slide up to sit between the toaster and the breadbox. “You kiss and I’ll take these off.” You purr— yep, definitely the booze— flicking open the top button of your denim booty shorts.
“Fine, fine, fuckin’ tease.” Bakugo mutters. “I always knew you’d be like this.” His red eyes glare at you, look you over again. “Raunchy little slut. Had to fuckin’ rope you into this and ruin the whole damn thing.” That’s spat at Shouto, and you laugh as you idly swing your feet, watching them.
“Hurry up, I wanna touch her, too.” Is all Shouto says, grabbing the front of the other boy’s shirt, and pulling him towards him.
He— he what?
But they’re contemplating it, so you let the comment slide. You bite your lip and watch as they look at each other, leaning towards them, gleeful grin on your face.
This is it. They’re gonna make out.
Then Bakugo leans up, peck’s Todoroki’s lips, and turns to you. “There.” He spits.
Outrage!
“No!” You yell, too loudly, it seems.
There’s a bang on the door and all three of you jolt. “Consent!” Uraraka hollers, trying the handle; you cover your chest despite remembering Bakugo had locked the door.
“It’s okay!” You call, seconds from laughter. “It’s fine!” You assure her, sending a look to the boys, who’ve jumped away from each other, faces ashen.
“Shitty fucking… get away from the door!” Bakugo’s grumble turns to a yell, and he runs his hand over his face. You spare a glance to Shouto, but he’s watching Bakugo with an amused grin.
“Five minutes left!” You hear Denki call, and both boys glance to you.
You widen your eyes. “Kiss properly, then.” You say, as if it’s the most obvious solution on the planet. Which it is, but these two are hopeless.
There’s a pregnant pause, and you all exchange looks.
“C’mere,” Todoroki takes control. He grabs Bakugo’s face, and pulls him close, mouth descending to his, tongue swiping along the other man’s lips. You see it. The sliver of shiny pink muscle, and your heart leaps.
You press your thighs together as Bakugo gives in, slams his eyes shut and fists his fingers in Shouto’s sweater. Then he opens his mouth, and his tongue joins Shouto’s, and it’s so fucking hot that you feel it in your clit, the throbbing, pulsing, lip-biting feeling that you only get watching porn.
Is this porn?
This is porn.
Fuck, they’re so hot. If only you had your phone to take some sneaky shots—
It’s over too soon, and you whine as Bakugo pushes away from Shouto, closes the distance between you and him. There’s a blush on the blonde’s face— crimson, like his eyes— and his hands immediately go for the buttons on your shorts.
You grab his wrists, stilling him. “O-oi, Baku—“
“You said.” He glares. You take a steadying breath and let go of him, then he’s pulling down the zipper. His eyes glance to yours briefly. “Lift your hips.” He demands softly, and you do, your bare ass cold against the marble. Maybe a thong was a bad choice. Then he pulls your shorts down to your ankles, squats to tug them over your socks and slippers.
But Shouto’s in front of you, gentle hands ghosting up your shoulders, your neck, and you shiver, looking up into his eyes. Shit, this is Todoroki. The Todoroki. The one you secretly fawned over for nearly two years. You thought the ship had sailed, but maybe not. Not with him looking at you like that.
He steals the kiss— Bakugo’s busy— tongue warm and wet and practised.
How’s he so good at this?
“Oi,” Bakugo protests, but you’re lost in Shouto’s kiss, eyes closed. This searing, sensual thing that has you reaching for his hair, pulling him closer, moaning, leaning into him.
He smells like fresh linen, crisp cologne, tastes like mint and beer and it should be gross, but it isn’t. His lips are gentle but firm, tongue teasing and slow; he creates a rhythm that makes you want to spread your legs, push his face down there, and—
Shouto pulls away, and you whimper, flowing him with your mouth, but he’s turned to Bakugo, who’s standing on the other side of your closed thighs. “Your turn,” he says smoothly, seemingly unaffected by the kiss. Still, he gently takes your hands from where they’ve dropped to his sweater, rubs his thumbs in circles against your palms as he glances down to your eyes, bottom lip sucking between his teeth.
Bakugo doesn’t give you time to dwell on that.
A thick finger loops between the cups of your bra, tugs you closer to him, his other hand—calloused and warm— snaking quickly behind your neck to pull you to his lips. He’s rougher, hungrier, less practised. There’s teeth and saliva and his lips aren’t as soft, but your reaching for his shirt, pressing into him, giving into his demanding kiss.
Wow, you think. Only he can kiss like this and make it sexy.
He’s not like Shouto, his kiss lasts longer, and it’s so needy that if your eyes weren’t closed they’d be rolling in your skull. Is this what he’s like between a girl’s thighs? A flood of heat wets your panties, and you’re moaning, holding onto the explosive hero-to-be for dear life, slippers falling from your dangling feet as your toes curl.
All from a kiss.
Then lips are at your neck, on your ear— Shouto’s— and he’s whispering. “You’ve always been pretty,” a hand is on your knee, slowly dragging up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “But you’re far more beautiful than I imagined.”
Bakugo pulls away, and you throw your head back and brace your hands on the counter behind you as Shouto’s mouth works down the column of your throat; placing slow, wet, languid kisses as his hands gently pry your legs apart— with far less effort than you care to admit— and he smoothly slides between them.
“You sly little fucker.” Bakugo sniggers, a little breathless.
“Are you a virgin?” Shouto asks against your skin, and all you can do is nod, words gone, head full of him. “You?” He’s turning to Bakugo, licking a stripe up to your ear before standing tall.
You lazily lift your head back up as the blonde grumbles, “N-none of your business.”
“You are?” You ask, breathless, brows raised. His glare falls back on your face, then he shrugs, eyes darting away.
“Does it fucking matter?” He grumbles, embarrassed.
“I’m not,” Shouto says, large hands squeezing the tops of your thighs. It shocks you, both his statement, and the implications behind it. When you look up at him, he’s devouring you with his eyes. “How far have you gone?” His voice is low, predatory. Sends a shiver down your spine.
“I, uh,” you swallow and your eyes shoot to Bakugo, who’s watching you just as intently. “F-fingers?” You stammer, skin prickly and hot when you glance back up at Shouto.
He holds your gaze. “Can I?” He asks, fingers on your thigh slowly sliding closer to your core. Your breath catches in your throat, heart stops.
Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
Your mind is screaming no, but your body is ready. Todoroki Shouto’s fingers in your pussy? Can’t say you’ve never imagined it. There was a reason why you sat yourself next to him in the circle, but actually doing it?
“Tick, tock, princess.” Bakugo adds lowly.
Panic. “I—“
“I’ll be gentle.” Shouto dips down, lips pressing back to your ear; your stomach flips. “Ready?”
“I, uh, o-okay,” is all you can say, because his fingers are right there, and you’d be lying to yourself if you told him you didn’t want it. Two of his fingers press against your clothed slit, and you know you’re sticky, but you’re biting back a moan as he circles your clit slowly.
“Bakugo, she’s really wet.” Shouto whispers, pulling back to give him a sideways glance. Mortification rolls through you, but he keeps his fingers there, slowly rubbing at you over the damp material, slowly— so fucking slowly— tightening the coil in your core.
“This ain’t fucking fair, Icyhot.” It almost sounds like Bakugo‘s whinging.
“D-drop your pants,” you stammer, sending him a look. “I’ll use my hand, Bakugo.” He clenches his jaw, but sets to work on his belt, eyes on you as you begin to pant under the other man’s ministrations.
Shouto’s mouth is back at your ear, slowly licking and sucking at parts of your skin you didn’t even know were sensitive, and a finger slides beneath your panties—then another— and you’re tossing your head back as he groans lowly in your ear and slides the digits slowly into your heat.
“Ugh, warm and tight,” he mumbles, probably to himself, but it’s so fucking sinful that you’re clenching around his fingers, bucking up into his hand with a mewl. “Virgin pussy,” he breathes—almost a growl— capturing your lips with his own, one of your arms looping around him as he toys with that special spot deep in your cunt that has your eyes rolling.
“C’mon,” comes a whine from Bakugo, and you pull away from Shouto’s kiss to glance down and see it: his cock hard as a fucking rock, thick and curved, precum beading at the tip. Ready. Needy.
For you.
Fuck, you wanna touch it, but Shouto doesn’t stop; his lips on your jaw, neck. There’s a tension on your hips, then the smell of burning, and by the now expert cock and jut of his wrist, you know he’s burnt your underwear at the crotch to give himself better access to your pussy.
With a breathy moan, your nails dig into the back of Shouto’s sweater, and you drag yourself towards him, opening your lips to his throat, dragging the flat of your tongue up to his ear like he’d done to you.
He’s good with his fingers, far better than you’ve ever gotten, and it’s overwhelming just how close you are to falling into bliss. You can hear your wetness— the slip and slide of his fingers in your sex— feel his panting breaths against your face, see the way he’s watching you come undone.
“Sh-Sho, I—“ you gasp, a pleading sound, followed by a low, whimpering moan.
“Bakugo, watch, watch.” He breathes as you pant and rock against him.
You don’t register what happens next, eyes closed, seconds from orgasm. If he can just keep rubbing you there, in that spot, just like that—
Cold.
“Time!” Is yelled from the other side, a chorus of people camping out by the door. But you don’t really hear it.
You seize up, body going rigid as you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before, but before you can scream, a hand is pushed over your mouth; big, rough, calloused, smells of burnt sugar.
“Shh,” one of the boys coos. Bakugo. “Fuck, Icyhot, that’s crazy.” He praises him. “Like some fucking porno shit.”
But the other one continues fucking you with his digits, drawing out your orgasm.
“Look, she’s still cumming,” Shouto leans back a little, gives Bakugo room to peer down at Shouto’s fingers as they pump your juices from your cunt. “Incredible.” He marvels.
There’s banging then, from outside. “Hey! We said time!” Uraraka.
“Yeah, coming!” Bakugo yells, then stops himself, sniggers.
You come back to your senses and shove Todoroki backwards— dislodging his fingers from you— embarrassed, and ashamed, and still fucking tingling. “You’re assholes.” You hiss, glaring at the both of them, tears in your eyes from the weight of that orgasm.
“Why the fuck are you mad, you’re the only one who got to cum.” Bakugo sounds like Bakugo, and thankfully he’s pulled his pants back up; but his eyes are still on you— drinking you in— as you step shakily into your shorts, and pull them up your thighs.
“You wrecked my underwear.” You shoot Shouto a glare.
“Sorry.” He says, but there’s a small grin on his face. Then he lifts his wet fingers to eye level, plays with the slick between them, seemingly impressed. Before you can snap at him to wash his hands, his tongue snakes around them— licking up your cum. “Yum.” He smirks.
You’re stunned. You’ve never seen anything quite so jarring in your life. Who is this erotic Todoroki, and what’s he done with the quiet, kind one?
Then your t-shirt is thrown at your face.
A louder bang, and you jump. “I will break the door down—”
“Keep your fuckin’ socks on!” Bakugo calls, before turning to Shouto, pointing a finger at him threateningly. “You’re a fucking hog, and you owe me for letting you play with her so long.”
You tug your shirt over your head and work on tucking it in, doing your best to ignore the rough scrape of the denim against your sensitive pussy. “I’m not a toy.” You mutter, and Bakugo rolls his eyes, stomps over to the door.
A hand lands on your shoulder, and you look up at Shouto. “Sorry if I was too rough,” he says softly. “But I didn’t have enough time to do it properly.”
Then Bakugo opens the door and walks out, a round of applause greeting him. You stare at Shouto for a moment, before following the blonde’s lead.
“It’s seven minutes, not ten minutes.” Denki grins, following you as you head back towards the games rug.
“I had an extra partner, I should get extra time.” You glare at him. He looks at you, eyes impossibly wide, then unleashes his barrage of questions.
“Whaddidya do? Did they kiss? Did you kiss? Blowjob? Sex? A bit of finger action—“
You ignore him. “Can we sit down, it’s Kyoka’s turn?”You call, and to your surprise, you see Bakugo and Todoroki hanging back in the kitchen, talking.
What the fuck are they talking about?
Fuck, you know it’s you. You know it. Are they talking about all the dirty things they wanna do with you? Comparing techniques? Arguing over who’s gonna take your virginity?
Kyoka squats in front of you, hands you a drink. “Didya kiss them?” She whispers, curious. You roll your eyes, but a smile grows on your face and it heats up; she bites her bottom lip, nodding. “Nice.” Then moves on.
You spot your phone sitting by your empty cup, pick it up to check your notifs. 1 new message. A group chat.
With Todoroki and Bakugo.
Bakugo: icyhot’s room. 2 hours. you in?
Your stomach flips, then you’re madly typing with one hand, sipping your drink with the other. Good old liquid courage.
You: Might get a chance at someone else, why settle just as the games starting?
You immediately regret sending it because you want to go. Fuck, you want to. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor with a wet pussy, no underwear, and the memory of those two boys kissing you stupid, Todoroki completely—
Todoroki: We’re only playing because you are.
Oh shit.
What now?
You: liar.
Bakugo: if u say no, im going to bed.
You: rude!
Todoroki: Let’s go now. Make an excuse to leave.
You finish the drink— practically the whole thing in one go— and Denki side-eyes you. “You okay?” He asks, brows tenting on his forehead.
“I, uh…” you start, kicking yourself for your inability to be creative. “Period pain.” Is the best you have. Still, his eyes go wide. “I’m gonna go to bed.” You grip your abdomen for good measure, make a face as you rise.
“What are you doing?” Kirishima asks, popping the cap off a new beer.
“Period pain. Bed.” You grunt, acting miserable.
“We’ll be short a girl!” Ochako complains, but you ignore her and the rest of the whining that comes from the circle. Momo and Sero watch with interest as you pass them, probably already aware of what it is your planning.
A TodoBaku sandwich. And you’re the spread.
The boys aren’t in the kitchen anymore, and you climb the stairs two by two up to Shouto’s floor. When you glance down to your phone, you’ve got 15 unread messages from their group chat, and a kind of panic sets in.
Are you about to lose your virginity?
Are you really ready for that?
Just as you reach Shouto’s door, it’s torn open from the other side, and your met with scowling ruby eyes. The anger on his face dissipates at the sight of you, and he steps out of the way to let you in.
“Thought you weren’t coming.” Bakugo grumbles.
“I just wanna see you two make out again.” You toss him a flirty smile over your shoulder, scan the room— traditional Japanese design— and spot Shouto in the doorway to his en-suite. “You gonna have time to do me properly now, Shouto?” You ask, remembering his apology from the pantry.
Bakugo laughs darkly behind you, and you toss a look over your shoulder at him. “Why don’t you start by taking your clothes off? I’ve got a cock that needs suckin’, and you’re just the dirty mouth for the job.”
Inhibitions be damned, you’ve never undressed so fast in your life.
To anyone who has stayed here, I am actually working on requests, and I’m doing an update on what I will and won’t write for.
I am 20 years old now and I still love to write books, but on my free time I enjoy writing fanfiction. My interest have changed quite a bit and I will be posting more mature content.
Hello!♡ Could I please request a male ship for Legends of Tomorrow, Sherlock Holmes and the MCU ? What my sexuality is? That's a good question I don't have a answer for. I'm a 5,4 high, pale female and have blue-grey eyes, white blonde hair with green and purple tips (one color on each side) and a few ear piercings. To be true, I'm really boring and my personality is extremly paradox. I always feel like I don't belong anywhere, that's probably why I have a soft spot for anyone and anything different. I suffer from autism and depression. I admire people who are bold and straight-forward with their feelings. Because it's hard for me to express my own and, sadly, I usually don't "see" others. And, even though I'm not at all funny, I like people who are. I am incredibly understanding and almost impossible to get upset, so I am always calm. My ideal day would be spent with cuddling, listening to music, watching movies, having in-depths conversations and drinking tea on a rainy day and to take a walk in the rain. I'm extremly loyal and I honestly try to be as kind/polite as possible. Music is very important and therapeutic for me, I could never live a day without it. I always try to act against injustice, even if being the center of attention makes me uncomfortable. I'm not at all dominant, but that's not a problem to me. My favorite colours are green and black. I have a big problem with authority and I'm not afraid to speak up against them (which is surprising to most people because I'm usually very shy, insecure and quiet). As a quiet person, I like talkative people because they are willing to do the talking themselves and don't expect me to keep up my end of it. I have a kind heart and I see the good in everyone. I secretly crave affection and attention, but I feel like I don't deserve it. I'm barely able to make eye contact and am sometimes painfully awkward. Nevertheless, I love animals and I'm more comfortable with them (they are far easier than humans). I'm a feminist and anarchist. I don't know if it's true, but I think I annoy people. I'd love to live one day in the UK (if I could choose my heritage, it would be britain). I really struggle to say what's on my mind, sometimes I can't even build the easiest sentence. I think that one of the best feeling is that of a hug or cuddling, but I could never ask anyone for one. I'm probably the clumsiest person. I only judge people for what I experience, so it doesn't matter to me what is said about that person or what their heritage/beliefs are. Or even how they act towards others, as long they treat me right.
It would be great if you could give me a description, but I'm thankful anyway ♡
Hey there!!! You seem like the sweetest of the sweetest. You’re the type of friend everyone needs!
I ship you with...
Ray Palmer
Ray Palmer is a FEMINIST and you love him for that. Ray is more than willing to do the talking when you don’t feel like carrying a conversation. He would just babble on and on, filling your ears with scientific facts that were way out of your reach of knowledge and tell you the most wonderful stories. He likes to listen to music when he is inventing or studying, but if you’re around he will always let you pick, and he’ll compliment your music, whether he truly likes it or not. If you ever got sad or stressed out, Ray would stop his work immediately and suggest a fun, happy activity for the two of you, but when you would insist that you were fine and he could continue his work, he would look you in your eyes and say “it’s nonnegotiable”. He’s so overly kind and polite that the two of you have a hard time commanding respect as a couple. Often when looking for you the team will simply sigh and say “where’s mom and dad? They should be here by now.”
Sherlock
Like you, Sherlock Holmes suffers from mental illnesses that can bring a boundary between him and other people. However, he is bold enough to always tell you what he’s feeling, you’d never have to guess. He would love to listen to music and drink tea with you, then spend the better part of his afternoons off cuddling, purely for the purpose of releasing dopamine in the brain so that he can work more acuratetly on his cases. He was blow off Watson in an instant if it meant he could work with you. Sherlock would often chide you for being so polite to everyone, since he believes everyone is against him. When Sherlock isn’t working, the two of you could talk til the days end. You loved to tell him about your day, your interests, or any weird new facts you learned that day, and in response, Sherlock would smile and make funny faces to show his interest. Through you. Sherlock became a more understanding, loving person.
The Hulk
Here’s the problem. You’re both so polite, and neither of you is super interested in talking, so starting a conversation could be hard. More than anything he loves your company and your kind touch. Being with you makes Banner feel loved and appreciated, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. At first he was afraid to cuddle with you or even climb in bed with you, worried he would hurt you somehow. Over time, banner came to LOVE cuddle sessions and quickies because of your gentle touches and affectionate manners. You assured his that he could never hurt you, and that no matter what he turns into, you love him for who he is. He is an avid gift giver, to show his love for you. Your favorite gift from him is a beautiful modern record player and boxes full of vinyl records. His love language wasn’t hard to read. All you have to do was touch his softly, his hand, arm, face, etc. and he would get so shy, look down and tell you he loves you.
Could I have a Harry Potter ship please? I’m a hufflepuff with brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin and I’m 5’4”. I like to bake, paint, read, explore/hike. My fave classes at Hogwarts would be Potions and care for mythical creatures. I’m a hopeless romantic, adventurous, very stubborn, determined, caring, and I always put others before me. I love parties/having fun with friends and just living life to the fullest. My wand is an English oak wand with unicorn hair core. My patronus is a beagle
Hey anon! You didn’t give gender preferences or sexuality so I pick both a man and woman that I thought fit you best!
I ship you with...
Luna Lovegood
Luna and yourself would be perfect together! She loves to hike after Care for Magical Creatures to go and explained the forest for more magical creatures. After a tiring hike Luna would insist on baking cupcakes, cookies, and scones for you and you would be so excited to share them with your friends and show off your girlfriend. Whenever you’re being stubborn she wouldn’t push you or become angry, she would simply sit with you and help you see the bright side of all situations.
Charlie Weasley
Charlie also cares for all creatures, but especially dragons. He would wake you up at the crack of dawn so you could hike down with him to take care of all the dragons, young and old. Sometimes he’s able to let you hold the babies, and they snuggle right into you. He loves parties and risky situationsz He, like you, belives that we shouldn’t walk on eggshells and should instead embrace risks and love life to the fullest.
I hope you liked these ships! Feel free to keep requesting!
Could I have a stranger things ship please! I’m 19 and my name is Madi/Madison. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I’m a very adventurous person and I’m also very protective of my friends. I am a hopeless romantic and also a complete clutz. I like comic books and reading. I also like to bake, paint, and sing. My fave 80s group is Duran Duran. I love to travel and do crazy spontaneous things with friends.
Hey there anon! You didn’t give me a preferred gender so I went with who I truly thought fit you best!
I ship you with...
Alexi
He’s a very adventurous person and he can’t wait for you to show him everything, and I mean everything, about where you love. He wants to listen to the music you like, eat out all the time, and read comic books with you. You’re like his own personal fun teacher. Most of the time while reading, painting or baking, Alexi will speak of his times working with the Russians and how being with you is better than anything he could have asked for.
Hope you like this. Please feel free to request more!
Hey! I know I haven’t posted in forever, but I would love to fix ships, preferences and would includes!! Please request! I’d love to start practicing my writing and creativity but I need your help! Some of the fandoms I write/ ship for are:
How to train your dragon
Sherlock Holmes
MCU
Harry Potter
Umbrella Academy
Stranger things
Friends
Star Wars (including Mandalorian)
Merlin
The Office
Legends of Tomorrow
Fantastic Beasts and where to find them
Criminal Minds
Lucifer
Lord of the Rings/ The hobbit
Bendy and the ink machine (as weird as it sounds :) )
And many more! Don’t be shy! I really hope to get some requests!
“C’mon!” Draco yelled as he ran through the halls of Hogwarts, your wrist in his hand. There was a smile on his face like nothing you had ever seen. His teeth shined in the light each time you passed a window and his dress robes rippled in the wind.
“We have to go back to the Yule ball, Draco. We’re to be escorted back to our dormitory’s by our head of house.”
“We’re not going to our rooms until you’ve seen my surprise, y/n.” Draco huffed. He was out of breath.
“Draco, please! What’s the surprise?” You giggled. The only reason you could keep up was because of his grip on you.
“What’s the point of the surprise if I tell you?!” He laughed.
You were going so fast through the darks halls you could barely hear the tapping of your heels over the wind rushing by your ears. He was bringing you to a part of the castle you weren’t familiar with. The excitement caused a tingling in your stomach.
As you approached the destination Draco slowed down. He stopped at a large door labeled “Prefects”. He turned to face you. His tie had landed over his shoulder and he looked a mess, but you thought he’d never looked hotter.
“This is a prefects bathroom, Draco. What are we doing here?”
His smiled grew wider.
“Seriously. We’re not allowed.”
He scoffed. “Do you always do what you’re told?”
You held his hands and said, in a mocking tone, “my father will hear about this!” He was not amused. He rolled his eyes and shot you a smile.
With one hand he held your fingers, with the other he opened the door to the bathroom. When you looked inside you saw a huge bathtub filled with steamy water and colorful bath bombs. The tub was lined with magic candles, charmed to burn forever without melting. It smelled like pumpkin pie and scones.
“What...” you were in awe.
Draco smiles shyly. “Do you like it, y/n?”
Before you could answer he waved his wand, causing the water in the tub to bubble. Another wave and the violin in the corner began to play soft music. He looked to you for approval.
“Draco...” you sighed, “this is... so romantic.”
Draco dropped his robe and began to unbutton his shirt. You blushed, and unzipped your dress, letting it drop to the floor. You were left in your lacey white bra and underwear and Draco was still struggling with buttons.
“Here,” you began to help him unbutton his white shirt. He stopped to stare into your eyes, with each button his smile weakened. His face was serious, yet full of lust. You couldn’t help but stare at his plump, pink lips. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall by your dress. Once you were both left in only your undergarments he led you to the tub.
“You’re sure we won’t get caught?” You asked.
“The only person who ever visits this bathroom is moaning myrtle, but I’ve told her where Potter should be right about now. We have time.” He cracked a deviant smile.
You wanted to cry. You didn’t know Draco was the romantic type. Yes, you’d gone on dates and hung out in the great hall, but this planning, this privacy, was something you’d never had before.
“Come now, love.” Draco whispered as he helped you into the tub. The water was so warm. You accepted the heat as it enveloped your body.
Draco climbed in behind you, and once in the water he moved towards you and pulled you into an embrace. The feeling of his bare chest on yours was pure ecstasy. This was the first you’d touched like this. Everything was child’s play compared to this moment. You hummed happily and squeezed him in closer.
After a few moments you pulled away, your arms still wrapped around his. “So, what is all this? Why now?”
Draco’s smile disappeared. He sighed heavily, then replied. “You see... until I met you, I didn’t know real kindness. My... my father,” he gulped, “doesn’t show me any emotion except frustration and occasionally, pride. Don’t know what he’s so proud of anyway. And my mum-”
“You think your parents don’t love you?” You asked.
“No, y/n. I know they love me. They just don’t know how to show it. But with you. It’s so clear. Everything feels right.”
You placed your head on his shoulder and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on his strong jaw. “That doesn’t really answer my questions.”
Draco looked up, his head facing down. He looked nervous, like nothing you’d seen before. He took a deep breath and grabbed his wand. “Accio!” He said, causing a small crystal to leap from the floor and into his hand. There was a golden hinge on the back.
“You mean so much to me, y/n. And I don’t want this to end. Not now, or ever. So,” he began, his eyes glued to you as he open the hinge on the crystal, “I’ve gotten you a promise ring.”
The ring glistened in the sun from the window, the mermaid stained glass causing it to changed color in the light. You couldn’t help but she’s a tear. This wasn’t something you ever expected.
You reached out to pick up the ring, your hand was as shakey as your breath. “What’s the promise, baby?”
“I promise to be there for you. No matter what. As you have been here for me.” He slipped the ring on your finger. In an instant you were kissing, hard. He slipped his hand behind your neck to pull you in closer, brushing his tongue against yours.
You pulled away to catch your breath. As you exhaled you Draco’s sweet deep voice murmer “I love you”.
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