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one mustn’t judge a book by its cover☆⋆
SUMMARY: In a Bridgeton-esque world, you and Jason have a meet-cute in the Wayne Manor Library.
WARNINGS: none.
TAGS: bridgeton/regency au, historic inaccuracies, on my ‘jason has facial scars’ agenda, reader is basically the ‘diamond’ of the season, wayne manor library and ‘pride and prejudice’, i know i advocate for rizzless jay but he has rizz in this one idk.
ᯓ★ NOTES: please accept this while i continue to procrastinate on knight!jason. i need to work on the way i describe things is literally my literary achilles heel.
“But Mama!”
“No arguments. You must look your best! The second Wayne son is finally making an appearance, you must blow his socks off with your beauty.” Your mother barks out as the seamstress gives a tug, making you hiss as the corset tightens your waist by another inch.
“You must charm him and marry into that family!” Your monster mother continues. “Must you—Ah!” You start but are interrupted by another tug. “Must you behave like all other Mamas’? Pouncing on every other eligible bachelor?”
“You will never again get a chance like this! We must make sure you have at the least one dance with him. It is said that he dislikes talkative women, which happens to be your entire personality. You must stay quiet in his presence.”
“This is absurd.” You murmur to yourself.
Just another season in the Ton. A special one since you debuted this time, your first season as a woman eligible to marry. Which has sent your entire family into a frenzy. You’ve attended two other balls since you debuted, entertained about a dozen suitors. Dubbed by all gossip magazines as the most eligible!
But goodness, you felt miserable.
And now this man! A man you’ve never met. A man everyone calls a barbarian! Everyone says he’s rash and rough, scary looking. And your mother wants you to wed him when you’ve never even seen him! Just because his father happens to be prestigious!
The ball is in full swing when you get there. It’s the Wayne Ball, the most glamorous one of the Ton, barring the Royal ball of course. It’s hosted every season at the Wayne Manor, you may not like the people, but you definitely like the house.
It’s like a palace out of a dream.
Multiple wings, each with their own purpose. A private art collection that filled the main ball room, the one of display the Annual Ball. You had briefly chatted with the oldest Wayne son, Mr.Dick Grayson, and he had mentioned that they also had a private pond-like area in the Manor where one could take a leisure swim.
But that isn’t why you adore it. It’s the library. The vast expanse of shelves and hundreds, if not thousands, of books stacked neatly. The smell, the atmosphere, everything about this place, it feels comforting, like home.
You manage to sneak away after a few dances and endless small talk of suitors rambling about things that naught matter to you. A candle stick you manage to snag and the ornate oak doors creak as you manage to push it open just enough to slip in.
The short train of your dress trails behind you as you weave through the shelves. Oh, what you would give to spend the rest of eternity in this place, with warmth, endless tea and snacks, you could read forever and ever, to your hearts content with no one to bother you about it.
You stop when it feels right, turning into a shelve and bringing the candles up just close enough that the warm light illuminates the book titles. When one catches your eye, you set the stick down on the closest table, returning to run your finger over the name, the sound of your nail scratching against the leather bound echoing in the vast space. Pride and Prejudice.
You pluck it from its peaceful nest of other books. There’s a thin film of dust settling on places a regular dusting can’t reach, like the book hadn’t been touched in a while. The familiar weight in your hands is an immediate comfort from the world outside the room. You pull open the cover, to the name of the book on the first page, along with someone’s signature.
Property of Jason Todd.
“I see a fellow traveller has taken refuge in this library.” A manly voice causes you to flinch, jumping a step back. He’s a tall man, one you have not seen before. The dim light casts shadows on his face, enhancing the sharp cuts of his features. Even like this, you can tell he is rather…handsome.
“I apologise for scaring you, Miss..?” He murmurs, still leaning against the shelve behind you, no urgency in his posture. There’s a few strand of white hair on the front of his hairline, glowing yellow now. His shoulders are wide, a man of labour perhaps, as his hands are tucked into pockets.
You offer him your name after taking a few calming breaths, “I must take my leave, we cannot be spotted without a chaperone, Sir.” You nod your head in acknowledgement, moving to slot the book back into place. “Not to worry. Alfred is here.” An older man, butler you presume, steps out of the shadow, bowing his head slightly to you.
The tall man, yet to identify himself, pushes off the shelve, walks closer to you. His eyes catch the book in your hands and yours catch his face. Scars decorate his cheek, one runs from his lip to his ear, another intercepting it, forming something reminiscent of a ‘J’.
“I adore that novel.” He murmurs as you glance away from his face and he glances towards yours. “Seems interesting.” You comment. Shallow of him, but the first thing he notices is that you’re beautiful. Not just the traditional sense, but the serenity in your expression, the allure of your presence. The way the light reflects off your dress makes you shimmer like the night sky.
“Do you like to read, Miss?”
A soft smile makes it way to your lips. “My mama says it’ll scare the suitors if a Lady is well read. But I enjoy the company of these stories regardless.” The man stops a respectful distance away from you, a smile mirroring yours, gracing his handsome features, his eyes baring into yours.
You can see him more clearly now, that he stepped into the might casted by the lone candlestick you brought with you. His clothes are one of grandeur, indicating his higher position in society, but they’re worn with casual carelessness, his inner coat vest was unbuttoned, and his collar undone. His hair tousled like someone ran their hand through it one too many times.
“Are you not enjoying the festivities? Is it not to your liking?” He asks, glancing to the door. “I tire of mindless dancing with suitors. Since it is my first season, I must entertain all.” His eyes dip to your lips as you talk and you pretend not to notice. “Why are you here?” You question.
“I tire of the Mamas’ hounding me with their proposals even when their daughters cower away from me in fear.” He walks closer, holding his hand out and you place the book in it.
“Must be your height.” You jest, eyes fleeting to his scars for a moment. Surprisingly, he chuckles, the voice hits your ears like fine whiskey. “Must be.” He gives you a genuine smile. He seems even taller like his, beside you.
A moment of silence, thick silence settles over the space as his eyes glitter when they look into yours. You bite your lips, beginning to ramble to fill the silence. “I must stay till the second Wayne son arrives and I must acquire a dance with him. My mission for tonight is to charm him into to marrying me.” A sliver of distain slipping into your voice.
“Do you dislike him?” Jason’s eyes furrow as his lips threaten to turn his smile into a smirk. You sigh wistfully, stepping closer to the shelve, running your hand over the remaining books. “I’ve heard stories of him. That he’s a…Well, the gossip papers do not speak kindly of him.”
“But…?” Jason prompts. He can tell you’re dissatisfied, wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out. And you seem comfortable enough around him to express it, instead of fear. He takes that as a compliment.
You fall silent for a moment, “I think we mustn’t judge a person till you meet them. Who knows? He might be my perfect match.” You offer him a soft amused smile, as he turns the book around in his hand.
Jason always loved this library. Always his favourite room in this preposterously large Manor. And maybe it was fate, if he ever believed in such a thing, that he ran onto you here, especially as you picked out the one book he adored the most out of the thousands here.
“If you say it’s good, I must borrow it from the Royal library.” You say as you contain your hand from itching out and doing something as ridiculous as touching his face, tracing his scars. “I don’t think they would notice if you took it from here.” The mystery man says with a raise of his eyebrow.
You scoff in offence, painted mouth forming an ‘O’. “For one, that is theft. Secondly,” You point to the book. “I think Sir Todd,” You recall out his name. “Would most definitely mind if his book went missing.”
“I don’t mind.” He smirks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. A soft, ‘excuse me?’, leaves your mouth.
“My name is Jason Todd-Wayne. Second Son of Duke Bruce Wayne.” Jason extends his hand, almost as one does when asking for a dance, as a soft gasp leaves your mouth before you shut your eyes momentarily in embarrassment.
“I apologise, Mr. Todd—“ You say as you place your hand in his. “Just Jason.” He whispers, interrupting you, as he brings up your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitches as you’re rendered speechless for a moment. Many others had done this of course, it’s common for suitors to try and ‘seduce’ this way but…
There was a charge in the air, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. His lips linger for a moment too long before pulling away just enough to run his thumb over the area where his lips had just been, his breath still warm was brushing against your bare knuckles.
You repeat his name to him, so soft that it might as well have been a gust of wind, the inappropriateness of the whole ordeal catching up to you slowly.
You clear your throat as you pull away your hand, Jason gives you a suppressed smile. He holds up the book between the two of you, offering it to you. “I would like you to have it. Read it and maybe…”
The sound of music and laughter from outside creeps into the room louder than before. You glance to the door, you know you must take your leave soon but it’s been a while since you enjoyed the company of a man in conversation.
“Maybe we would discuss it? I would…love to hear your thoughts.” His voice snaps you out of your quiet days, the hesitance in his voice evident. Perhaps he’s trying not to scare you off, but truly, he isn’t as horrid they say, he isn’t horrid at all.
“Surely.” You whisper as you reach for the book and he pulls back just as your fingertips graze it. “Only if you promise me another conversation, Miss.” He says, extracting a breathy giggle from you. You give him a firm nod as he finally place the book in your hand.
“I’ll be looking forward to it, Mr. Todd—Jason.”
You don’t take the candle stick with you, just the book is what you return with. You do your best not to glance back as you walk to the door but you can’t help yourself. “May I say, for the record? You aren’t…as they say.” You blurt out hurriedly, before you could second guess yourself.
“Why do you reckon that is?” He calls out. A small smile makes its way to your lips. You chuckle before you call out.
“One mustn’t judge a book by its cover.”
ᯓ★'s P.S. do we fw the new theme i love it so much. chat is this a safe space to say i don’t enjoy musicals…idk how that’s relevant but i needed to admit that to someone…
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Avalanche [1] - Betrothal
A.N: Thank you so so much for your incredible support my loves, you've made me so happy! Here's the first chapter, I hope you'll like it! 🥰 Robb and the reader and all their entourage and friends are in their 20s, and I'm not following the canon, so no worries if you haven't watched the show, the parts that are from the show will be explained within the fic, and please let me know what you think, kisses! 🩷
Pairing: Robb Stark x F!Reader
Summary: Big plans require unexpected moves.
Word Count: 7.8
If everyone in Westeros agreed on one thing, it was that one’s family determined one’s fortune.
Especially for women.
So it was no wonder why you heard how lucky you were more than you heard lullabies when you were a mere child. The Gods had decided to exchange your mother’s life for yours on her birth bed after your six older brothers, and though you had always envied children who got to have mothers, your father had made it his life goal to make your mother’s dying wish come true; you were to be happy.
And happy you were kept.
Growing up as the youngest child and the only daughter of a wealthy lord of the Reach, you were sheltered from most of the challenges your friends faced. You were not betrothed to a terrible lord because your father was incredibly picky—which led the lords of Westeros to see convincing him and earning your favor as a challenge for some reason— you were not put in any situation where your safety was threatened thanks to your father’s guards who accompanied you everywhere and watched you like a hawk, even the people you could make friends with were handpicked by your father and your siblings.
Which had left you quite sheltered and coddled, as you were told multiple times by multiple people.
Like now.
“I honestly think you’re making a fuss over nothing.”
“I’m not!” You heaved a sigh and fell back on your best friend’s bed in a dramatic manner. “I’m just asking a very logical question, considering father has turned down one hundred proposals.”
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In which you love to watch Neighbour!Choso jerk off 18+
Neighbour!Choso who pounds away on his bass with his brothers at ungodly hours, the whole garage rattling like it’s about to collapse, the walls trembling with noise while the rest of the neighbourhood curses his entire family’s existence. He doesn’t care — in fact, the louder the complaints, the louder he plays.
Neighbour!Choso who’s all piercings and tattoos, hot in a way that feels unfair. His window sits right across from yours, and you’ve caught yourself looking, more than once, when he strips off his shirt without bothering to close the curtains. And really, is it your fault if he doesn’t seem to mind being watched?
Neighbour!Choso who is none the wiser when you realise he has a healthy sexual appetite, sitting on his bed and jerking off like clockwork at 3am without fail — when his band finally gives it a rest and he has time to himself. He shrugs off his tight black shirt, revealing chiselled abs and a happy trail you can see all the way from your house. His Calvin Klein hangs low, band visible from his ripped jeans.
Ringed hand is brought up to his lips where he crudely spits onto his fingers before he creeps it into his jeans. Curtains carefully split just enough for one eye, you continue watching, ashamed but so turned on. After all, you’ve had a crush on this guy since forever, finding his bad boy aesthetic so lip-biting and his brooding nature panty-dropping. Just barely, you see him throw his head back, a flush growing on his bare chest and climbing up his slender neck. Frustrated by the tight constraints of jeans and boxers, you can only assume, he tugs his cock out.
You gasp.
It’s long, thick and pink in the prettiest way. His hand moves furiously, up and down, up, down, up, down, circling the head, up and down, thumbing the slit, massaging his balls, pinching his nipples, up and down, up and down, and dropping a fat drop of spit on his cockhead.
“Oh god…” You mutter, breathless and unblinking. “Is that a piercing on his tip? Jesus…”
When he cums, it’s with a long moan and a back arch, abs clenching hard. Thick white ropes of cum spurts all over his torso, dirtying his body. He pants, slowly jerking the last drops out of his cock before he falls back onto his bed, content to fall asleep in his own mess. You shut the curtains and stay up all night with your fingers in your own pants.
Neighbour!Choso who sometimes knocks at your door with cake or other sweet treats that his parents made just for you and your family. He brings little Yuji when he can and lingers by the door longer than he needs to, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and pig-tailed hair ruffling with his head tilt. Features sharp, a small smile plays on his lips as he listens to you ramble about your time at college and how happy you are to be back for the summer.
“I’m happy you’re back too.”
Flustered and not bothering to hide your glee, you ask, “Really?”
“Yeah, ‘course. Missed having an audience when I jerk off to you.” With that one sentence, he renders you speechless, jaw dropping to the floor. He chuckles, two fingers pressing to your chin to shut your lips together. “Hope your family likes the chocolate cake. I added a special ingredient just for you.”
Neighbour!Choso winks and waves goodbye, silver rings glinting, ushering Yuji away and retreating home. That evening, you don’t peek like you usually do, too embarrassed and guilty. But the next morning, when you brave one, just one, look, you’re gobsmacked to find a sheet of paper taped to his window. It spells out,
Don’t get shy on me now. It hurts my feelings :(
A basic but classic trope. Although, if I was reader, my curtains would be wide open and we'd be having a jerk off. If he wins he's eating my ass and if he loses, I peg his
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ANGEL REESE | Victoria's Secret Fashion Show (2025)
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TITLE: lights will guide you home
CHAPTER: 11
PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
SUMMARY: Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.
At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.
You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.
(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)
TAGS: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying
NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist
“And you haven’t heard from Bakugou?”
“I haven’t.” Kirishima wrings his hands as you nod and look away, trying to hide your expression. In other circumstances, the sight of such a big man—fiery red hair, sharp teeth, muscles and all—fretting in such a way would’ve been funny. Sweet. But as it is, your worry shadows everything.
The first couple of days after Bakugou falls off the grid, you’re a little annoyed. He couldn’t have spared a minute to reply before leaving? Or at least given you an estimate about when he’d be back? Given you a heads up at all?
But a couple days quickly turn into a week, and you begin to worry. Is this normal? Can you call his agency to ask? Or would that be inappropriate, you butting your head into hero business?
You don’t know if you’re being irrational or if you’re being overbearing when you and Bakugou are just friends. Unrequited soulmates don’t count. You have no real claim to knowledge regarding his whereabouts, his movements. You’re just friends.
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bodyguard! kirishima, bakugou, and sero, now in their mid twenties tall, lean, big, strong men. trained in fighting & numerous weapon use, for years they trained to be the perfect protectors for you, hired by ur yakuza! father to never leave ur side, the world was dangerous as you know. especially now that your clan is doing business with the todoroki’s, their future clan head shoto was to be your future husband once you graduated college and got time to be a “normal girl” in your words, a lame and desperate attempt to unite the two strongest clans of the time.
but luckily for you your guards are always there for you to keep your mind off the inevitable. tasked with ensuring your safety and fun that you requested before you are to be a yakuza! wife. they are funny, smart and handsome men, they treat you very well and are always respectful. you have a very playful relationship with them, they just love their spoiled little baby, used to getting everything you want and they aren’t the exception, surprising you with gifts & always cooing at you & singing their praises when you ask how you look. they are your closets friends after all, you’d known them a long time. since they were brought here by their clans as the strongest fighters, when they were only 12.
secretly they pine after you, always wanting to make their moves but never letting it go that far, just light flirting, anything to make you laugh. as teens it was hard to keep their eyes off you with their hormones raging but now as a adults they only steal those same glances when they are sure you aren’t watching, but all three of them know how eachother feel about you but keep it from you since they couldn’t ever act on it.
they take your protection as their top priority, even going as far as going undercover at your college, becoming friends with your friends, each of them taking some of your classes, (paid for by your father of course since he looks at them like sons), but suddenly u start asking for space claiming to need alone time, more time with your girlfriends and less testosterone, of course they are never far from you but still trying to respect your wishes as the last thing they want to do is upset you. then after busting them for still stalking you (which they can’t help they have to do what your father says, he signs their checks, also they’d never let you out of their sight anyway.) and they beg for your forgiveness saying “we just want to keep you safe angel”, “it would break our hearts if something happened to you”, “we have to do our jobs, and our only priority is to keep you safe, keeping you happy is just our hobby”, you continued to pout but eventually forgave them and things would returned to normal as they always did when you got into arguments, i mean after all you love your guards:
kiri is your big sweetheart always carrying your shopping bags and telling you what heels he loves on you, “i’m almost as tall as you in these kiri” you’d do a small spin & giggle, while he sits in the amusingly small chair outside the dressing room, he’d smirk at you standing to his full height, making eye contact with you through the full length mirror, still a good 6 inches clearing over your head even in the tall beautiful shoes, craning his neck down close to your ear and raising an eyebrow to you he’d whisper “i don’t think you’re even close”, his large hands resting on each side of your ribcage making you feel small, it’d force your face to turn red thinking about how easily it would be for him to toss you around… you to push him playfully but scurry back into the changing room quickly to get away from the blush that creeps down your neck.
then there’s sero, always quick to compliment you and never shy about who he does it around. even mumbling “good m’rning beautiful” around your father without fear. a boy comes up to you on campus to talk to you, and without a second thought sero’s standing extremely close to you with his lazy smile & much more intense eyes sizing up this guy who had the balls to come up and say something with him right there, “could i get your number?” he’d ask and you’d start to blush he was awfully cute anyway, before your mouth could open sero would simply say no & tell the guy to move on, when you would protest stomping your foot and frustrated that sero would scare off- yet again- another cute guy, “you need a man mami, not some little boy. you’re a top tier woman you only deserve the best of the best…. besides…-“ he’d wrap his slender fingers around your wrist and use his other hand to force your chin to look up at him, “you’re supposed to be shoto’s so i know you’re not looking for a relationship, so what exactly are you looking for hmm? does my pretty girl have naughty thoughts?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows playfully at you, which would cause you to stutter out a no, and that it wasn’t his business in the first place but ur heart would be slamming in your chest at the thought of sero tending to your now obvious naughty thoughts.
or bakugo the most strict guard, always keeping you on lockdown and ensuring he knows every person you’re going to hangout with (and who their friends are), forces you to keep a shared calendar of all your plans, he ensures that you have life 360 downloaded to your cellphone so he can find your exact location at anytime and is always insisting he will drop you off and pick you up anywhere you want to go. “you’re just too hot to drive. that’s how it works, hot girls dont drive themselves and i’d never let you take a taxi” he’d make a disgusted face, and shake his head. so it definitely feels awkward for you when he unknowingly is dropping you off to hangout with the cute guy from lab, you see him standing on the corner waiting for you even tho you told him to wait inside, though normally this would be such a sweet gesture you just knew what this meant now, katsuki’s memory was impeccable he’d remember the boy without a doubt, your lab partners messy purple hair and sleepy eyes still searching for you, cursing to yourself you lean your head back to the seat rest and close your eyes waiting for what you know is to come “oh hell no, there’s no fucking chance you are seeing this loser”, he would gawk at you, you’d just roll your eyes and reach for the door handle when he’d hit the lock button and turn himself fully to look at you expectantly, you’d shrug and reply with he’s nice and you were bored and bakugo would shake his head “uh uh, we’re going somewhere else, i’ll call sero and kiri to meet us, if you’re just bored and want a date to just have a date, we’ll go wherever you wanna go” you’d whine to him that you couldn’t do the things you want to do with your guards and he’d have red blush dust the tips of his ears at your confession, before he would lean into your space so that you could smell his cologne and see his muscular chest and arms ripple under his shirt, him being so close to you would intoxicate you, as he was your first ever crush. his lips would be so close and you could feel his rough finger tips brush over the top of your left thigh, “i can do whatever you need me to do” he’d speak in a lower tone, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him even though it’s just the two of you. his deep voice would send your stomach in knots, his eye contact was intense, and he’d let his eyes flicker to your soft glossed lips, you’d finally cave after years of wanting to know what he was capable of, letting one of your hands drift to one side of his jaw where you could feel the light stubble on his chin with your thumb, the other hand wrapping in the longer bits of hair at the nape of his neck, almost brushing your lips to his before his cell phone rings, making both of you jolt. he’d reach into his pocket and snap at presumably kiri or sero, which would make you giggle even though you’re entire body is on fire, and you’d much rather skip the date part and just go home to get relief from the pit in your stomach, he’d tell you to shut up and ask where they should meet the two of you. deciding to just go for desert and drinks.
but then you do the unthinkable, and start sneakin around with the worst men possible. shoto todoroki’s bodyguards more specifically: hawks & dabi. they send you less than innocent looks every time their around, teasing you with sweet nothings & filthy lines you’re sure they’ve told other girls before, but you can’t help it. even though there’s a deal in place you can’t help but melt for the older smooth talking yakuza members.
you bribe poor sweet big kiri, with a bright smile & a low cut top to leave his position outside your bedroom door to get you some sweets, so you could sneak hawks & dabi in. only minutes later to have yourself laid flat on your bed with kiego’s tongue buried between your thighs & touya’s sloppy kisses on your mouth. tugging on kiego’s messy locks as he devours you, you cry out their names. touya’s hand flies to your mouth, gripping your chin tightly and he whispers roughly in your ear “awe see doll we told you those in confidence, you have to keep your pretty fucking mouth shut,” he’d unbuckle his pants and have you take his full length as punishment for forgetting the importantance of their anominity. they make it fast considering they have a meeting to go too with your father their actual reason for the visit but they just can’t resist meeting up again with the sexy yakuza daughter and soon to be yakuza wife, so they hurry making you cum hard & fast, before fixing themselves to be presentable, dabi taking your white panties in his pocket since he didn’t get time to “fuck you properly” hawks begins to whine while he kisses you “i did all the work, cmon i deserve em” he’d pout while holding your hips tightly, kissing you lightly again, “right baby? those are my reward for making you feel so good” he’d pout, you put both your hands up, “i am not getting in between dabi and my panties, your on your own hawks.” laughing to yourself, he’d frown at you before kissing below your ear and sucking “i hate when you call me that, i’d much rather be your kiego.” your heart strings would tug, despite telling yourself you would not catch feelings for these two, the more time you spend with them the more you just can’t help it. giving you sweet kisses and a harsh ass grab from dabi, they slip out of your room and down the hallway to the staircase in hopes of not running into your guards or worse your father.
fooling your father was one thing, with age his senses had dulled, but it was much harder to fool your guards. who burn holes through hawks and dabi sitting across the room from them sipping whiskey offered to them by the two yakuza! bosses who were in deep discussion over some territory to the east. their smug faces were easy to read, as if they were in on a secret nobody else was, well that and a very pretty but familiar lipstick shade mark on hawks collar bone tucked under his white buttoned up with rolled up sleeves and his more than usual messy hair. bakugo is very perceptive, he can almost smell the faint aroma of sex, it definitely doesn’t help their case that they had an awkward run in with kirishima on your floor either, on their way down to the meeting with no good reason for why they were on the same floor as your room, shrugging and explaining they must have gotten lost, despite visiting the manor over 30 times at this point.
sero’s eyes burned holes into dabi’s pocket seeing just the small tuft of white lace peeking out. they same white panties he noticed this morning during your yoga session, he was once grateful to see them, tho now he was incredibly pissed off to see them again. they know what has happened, those fucks touched what was theirs. luckily for dabi and hawks they don’t want to be given away either for your father would surely have all of their heads, but the second they were alone with them they’d wipe the smirks off their faces. to make sure the pair knew to stay away form what was theres.
your guards would make sure to apologize on their knees infront of you, they thought they were already fulfilling all your needs, in every aspect and felt like failures you had to use other men to get satisfaction when they were right here for you. “use us for what you need princess, you don’t need anyone else”, your mind would feel clouded surrounded by your handsome friends, “please baby… tell us what you need, we’ll give you whatever you want” with light kisses to your neck from sero and thick posessive hands on your hips from katsuki, “cmon honey, don’t you wanna feel good?” kiri would peer up at you through his lashes, his handsome face with also the sight of the hunk of a man on his knees for you using his big hands to run up your thighs, using his thumbs to push your skirt up while kissing your knee.
“fuck.” you’d mumble to yourself, there’s no way you could give in….. right?
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this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??
(I hate mha society so much)