This Has To Be By Far My Favorite Bakugou Fic!!! I Love The Author So Much For This She Just Got A New

This has to be by far my favorite bakugou fic!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍♥️♥️♥️ I love the author so much for this she just got a new follower

palette // katsuki bakugou

↷ SYNOPSIS: In which you’re forced to volunteer with your archenemy at an elementary school art festival and find out that he has a softer heart than he lets on. 

CHARACTER PAIRING: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

WORD COUNT: 6,050

WARNINGS: N/A

AUTHOR’S NOTE: A birthday fic written in honor of Katsuki Bakugou! Check out my birthday celebration for him, too: here!

“You’re in my way,” Bakugou says, his voice blunt and unhesitant. He stares down at you, gripping his lunch tray with shining knuckles. “Move.”

“I’d rather not,” you snap back in a clipped tone with a narrowed gaze. “If that’s how you’re going to act, then I’m not going to move.”

The rest of your group of mutual friends take one look at the two of you and collectively groan at the sight. Of course, it’s not like you want to get into fights with Bakugou — verbal or physical, but there’s something about the blond-haired boy’s presence that makes you want to ball up your hands into fists and scream. He radiates this arrogant air with his proud exterior, internally begging your fingers to run through your hair and pull your strands out in your agony of dealing with the boy. His rubied eyes are jaded from this morning’s sparring practice in your heroics class, and water clings onto his hair in droplets that glitter in the natural light of the cafeteria. 

Kirishima nudges you meaningfully and mumbles softly, “Let’s give it a rest; Bakugou’s in a bad mood.”

“I don’t care if his dick got stepped on by Midoriya in practice,” you growl, brushing off your friend’s kind words. You understand Kirishima’s intentions along with his concern for where this whole situation is going, and at the same time, it’s far too late for him to intervene and stop the two of you from colliding into one another again. “Is there any law in this country that says that I need to give Bakugou my seat whenever he wants it? No.”

“I always sit there with shitty hair, though,” he points out plaintively, his glare slicing into you.

If only you can be deterred by sharp looks like his… “It’s okay if I sit here with Eijirou, Bakugou, right? You know, you kind of sound like a child.”

By using Kirishima’s given name so informally, you can feel Bakugou’s whole body tense at your mocking tone. Kirishima himself is startled at how you address him, but under normal circumstances, you would never say his name like this, knowing how thin the lines are when it comes to honorifics. First names are either for children or intimate relationships. Despite how well you get along with your red-haired friend, you would never dream of being more friends simply because you don’t care for getting it on with Kirishima romantically. 

You pluck a strawberry from your lunch tray with your fingers hugging the leafy stem and spinning it around in front of his face lackadaisically. Your lips circle around it in an “O” shape, tightening to accompany the size of the dewy, scarlet fruit. Blood rushes to his skin in inky splotches, spiraling out of control. It’s like watching spring come early, eradicating winter with its arrival. Smoke rises from his palms and unfurls in its wispy grandeur, disappearing into the air in ashen streaks. 

“You want to call me that again?” Bakugou says menacingly, shoving his lunch tray onto a nearby table. You can hear the yelps of bystanders who have no clue what exactly is going on, especially with the exchange of intimidating expression from you and Bakugou. “I dare you to.”

“You’re nothing but a child,” you utter, letting the words fall around you in the midst of the silence that follows his demand. A smirk hangs off your lips at how riled up he looks, making the flow of this conversation even more satisfying for you. “Only children get out their fists to fight rather than standing around to talk civilly.”

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Haikyuu!! click and drag game!!

Rin better run

SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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An all time favorite 😻

REQUEST Any chance you’d please write a Bakugou x reader where they are in a secret relationship and he needs to vent but she’s having a shower so he walks THROUGH THE GIRLS BATHROOM and all the girls follow him like wtf is he doing, and they just watch as he just starts having a conversation with the reader, hands her her towel, her face stuff, just helping her get ready while absolutely ranting about complete bullshit and to calm him she just kissed him and they are like 🤭 (last years, of age ofc)

Title: Definitely What It Looks Like

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Explicit Language

Not even Mina, an avid member of the Bakusquad, suspected that Bakugou of all people would follow you around like a lost-puppy and a clear pout drawn on his skin. Not during their first year at UA, and definitely not now in their third.

Yet somehow, the pink girl, Asui, Hagakure, Uraraka, Jirou, and Momo found themselves crammed in utter silence and confusion into the small bathroom entrance before the showers where a pouty Bakugou stood with you while you showered.

Sure, Mina always suspected there was some form of secret friendship going on between the two of you. Yet the minute she watched the blond boy shuffle into the girls bathroom was a sight she couldn’t just ignore. Thus resulting in her gathering all the other girls and listening in on the conversation in nothing but shock.

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My favorite boy 💜

✦ Amajiki Tamaki ✦「 Quirk: Manifest 」

If there is anything I love more there isn’t

Flesh

Spencer Reid x Female Reader [Requested]

A BAU drinks night was always a priority when they had a new agent onboard. For a group of profilers, they sure read the agent wrong.

Word Count: 1635

Category: oh idek what this is Warnings: bit of language, talk of sex, bro I have no idea

Author Note: Ok I’m in a manic mood and I’m not sure where I’m gonna go with this. No smut exactly, purely a little snippet that my angel anon requested! Requests are open for Hotch or Reid, request pile is empty now! - Marley

Songs: Flesh - Simon Curtis

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      “That bar!” Garcia squealed as she clutched Morgan’s arm, pulling him towards her as her free hand pointed to the bar on the opposite side of the road, the words ‘Karaoke’ glowing in a fluorescent pink through the window.       “What happened to darts? I like beating men at darts!” JJ grumbled as she watched Penelope drag her colleague away, making a beeline for the bar.       “Baby girl, would you slow down?” Morgan’s voice echoed across the street, causing Prentiss and JJ to chuckle.        “I guess we’re going to a karaoke bar,” Hotch mumbled, sighing and following the couple across the road, the rest of the team not far behind.        The bar lounge was fairly small, but cosy and inviting. It had a retro feel to it, with classic music stars’ memorabilia scattered along the walls and a Madonna shrine nestled in neon fairy lights behind the bar. The agents claimed a booth next to the bar, and set Rossi and Hotch on a mission to fetch the drinks in. They arrived back with a tray of beers, shots and a pitcher of some kind of cocktail.        “Y/N gets two shots because she’s the new baby,” Emily clapped, pushing two little glasses towards her, and cheered when she drank them down, barely flinching at the burning taste.        “I’m not the baby!” Y/N whined, grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a huge swig.        “You’re younger than Reid, you’re the baby!”         Y/N rolled her eyes, taking another swig of her beer. She was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. She loved the team, they’d made her feel so welcome and she truly felt like a part of the family, but she was so sick of being labelled as ‘the baby’. True, she was the youngest - but the agents had the upmost faith in her, especially out in the field, and she’d proven herself to be an intelligent, trustworthy and respected agent. But she was still considered innocent, at least by their standards.         “So, who’s singing?” Penelope burst out, grabbing the karaoke song book from the middle of the table and flicking through it. Morgan looked over her shoulder, chuckling.      “Well, everything is from the last two centuries, so nothing for you pretty boy,” He quipped at Reid, who furrowed his brow but managed to let a chuckle slide.        “I think Baby should sing a song,” Reid grinned, holding back laughter as Y/N shot him a look. He knew that nickname got on her nerves, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but use it.        “I think the fuck not,” Y/N smirked, as Penelope gasped.        “I think so, sweetness. I will drag you to that DJ booth if i have to, now go!” She pointed towards the DJ’s set up next to the stage, motioning manically to Y/N.        “Damn it,” Y/N mumbled as she stood up and weaved her way past her team. As she walked away, she heard Prentiss trying to make a bet with Hotch on what Y/N was going to sing. It felt so insulting to hear that ‘Barbie Girl’ was mentioned in that bet, and Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she moved further away. She knew exactly what song she was going to sing, and they were both gonna lose the bet.         “Hi, girlie. Whatcha wanna sing?” The DJ greeted her as she smirked.         “Do you have Flesh by Simon Curtis?” She asked, batting her eyelashes lightly as the DJ turned a little red and typed on the keyboard to his laptop.        “Are you sure that’s what you wanna sing?” He mumbled, but Y/N just gave him a sickly sweet smile as she made her way onto the stage and grabbed the mic.        The team’s full attention was on her as a few seconds of silence ensued before the track began playing. No one recognised the introduction when the song began, apart from the guy who apparently ‘didn’t know any track from the last two centuries’. Spencer’s jaw dropped wide open as the bass line revealed a familiarity in his brain, the dots connecting as he realised what song it was. What kind of song it was.        “Oh shit,” He gasped under his breath, but loud enough for Hotch to hear him.        “What?” He quizzed, but Spencer shook his head and leaned back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes away from Y/N. The rest of the team spared a glance towards him.        “Maybe we shouldn’t call her Baby anymore,” he whispered, but everyone heard him.

‘This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above’     Y/N’s voice was silky smooth, almost hauntingly sweet as she began singing, slowly swaying her hips in a delicate fashion, barely noticeable. ‘This is just my way of unleashing The feelings deep inside of me The spark of black that I seem to love’

    “What’s so bad about this?” JJ asked, but Reid kept his eyes on Y/N, holding a finger up to JJ to shush her. He was too intrigued.

‘We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun Don’t even try to hold it back, just let go Tie me up and take me over Till you’re done, till I’m done You got me fiendin’ and I’m ready to blow’

    “Wait, does that mean–”

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed T-taste the flesh’

    “Oh my God,”

‘Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

    Y/N swayed her hips more, losing herself in the words as she sang, but found herself staring straight back at Reid. The look on his face lit a small fire in her belly, the curiosity in his gaze giving her goosebumps.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

    “But she’s so little. What? She’s our little Baby!” Penelope stuttered, as Morgan chuckled next to her.     “Well damn, she’s proving us wrong,”     “Wait, how the hell did our other Baby know this song?”      The team’s attention slowly turned to Reid, who was still fixated on Y/N. He’d leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her, completely in awe of the version of Y/N on that stage - a version of her that he’d never seen before, a version that was making him feel something that he’d never known. Was he sweating?

‘Hold my hands above my head And push my face into the bed Cause I’m a screamer baby Make me a mute You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse Beat beat beat beat It’s like a trigger Get me ready to shoot’

    He could imagine every single word Y/N sang, imagining it with only him and Y/N in the room, and he bit his lip unconsciously.

‘Wanna wrestle with me baby Here’s a sneak Little peek You can dominate the game Cause I’m tough I don’t play around that often When I do I’m a freak So you’d better believe I like it rough’

    Y/N winked as she sang the last line, leaving Spencer feeling even more worked up and the rest of the team in utter confusion. No one knew what to say or do, but to only watch Y/N on stage and watch Reid’s reaction, feeling like they were intruding on a personal serenade between the youngest agents.

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed Taste the flesh Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

     Reid still couldn’t take his eyes away from Y/N’s.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

   Y/N finished the song with a captivating smirk, and stalked her way back over to her team, Spencer’s eyes following her. His mouth still hung open as he stared at her whilst she giggled at Garcia, who spluttered and stuttered her way through a confused telling-off.     “L/N, I don’t think we should call you Baby anymore,” Rossi chuckled, as Y/N drained the last of her beer, making her way to the bar.    “Or kid, or anything else to do with my age, please!” She giggled.     Reid found himself wandering over to the bar and standing next to Y/N, suddenly too awkward to make eye-contact with her. He stared at the wall in front of him for a few moments, ordered himself another drink and then continued to zone-out until Y/N broke the silence.    “So, you liked my song?” She smirked, and Reid’s head snapped towards her. He wasn’t sure where the confidence had suddenly come from, but he found himself reaching down to grab her chin lightly.   “I’m still calling you Baby,” He smiled softly, seeing the playful and flirty  glimmer in her eyes. He took a sip of his drink as she smirked even more,   “Sure you can, when I’m lying in the backseats of your car,” she whispered as she walked away from the bar, hearing Reid spit out his drink in shock behind her. She stopped for a moment and turned around.   “Naked,” she teased. Reid gulped, taking another sip of his drink to cool down as Y/N sat back down with the team. He couldn’t help but picture it. By the time he managed to gain his composure to sit back down with the team, one glimpse of Y/N had him imagining it all over again.

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