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Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

Iidabowl Challenge Day 30, Iinasa.

This marks the completion of the monthlong challenge!

Plushies // Planet Bunnie on Etsy

Breaking hearts already.. 💔

Coming into a fandom late

All strings attached

✧･ﾟ:a simple guide to bnha spring time:･ﾟ✧

i have finally finished messaging everyone and assigned everyone who they have to message. the event officially begins on 14th april. please do not worry about timezones and begin at your own accord.

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-make sure that you’ve checked the “ask anonymously” box before sending a message in

-first message can be something along the lines of “hi i’m your bnha spring time anon and i look forward to talking to you”

-the following messages can be you extracting information for writing a fic for them: favorite character, ideal spring date, food they like, things they like to do

-all messages sent need not be related to the fic, you can also use this time to befriend the person you’re anonymously sending messages to by sending ice breakers and just getting to know them personally

-message the person at least twice in a day, however if the person you’re messaging is happy with receiving a 100 message, please feel free to do so. every pairs dynamic is different and i can’t speak for an individual, so do ask them if you’re unsure

-make sure that you add a “-your bnha spring time anon” after typing out every message so that the person you’re sending messages can recognize you

-continue sending messages back and forth from now till 28th April

-on April 28th 11 pm EST, you will reveal yourself by posting your fics for the person you’ve been anonymously sending messages, by tagging them in it. make sure it’s a reader insert

i hope y’all have a great time and please contact me at @bnhaclaimedmysoul​ or at @evnscntspul​ if you’re facing any problems at all

Bet You Can’t Keep Quiet

The air in the supply closet was stuffy, unconformably so. A single fluorescent light hovered overhead, not giving you nearly enough illumination. The room, much too small for your own comfort. Except, inventory had to be done. 

You sat crossed legged on the floor, scanning through barcodes. Logging tablets. Sorting through cables.

You got to your knees and from your position on the ground, reached to the clipboard you had a couple shelves up. Clicking your pen, you checked off the area you just completed.

Half-way done.

Then a familiar Scottish accent filled the small space, “Didn’t take you for the type to enjoy bein’ on your knees, lass. Should’ve said somethin’ sooner.” 

A chuckle escaped, and you turned to look up at him, your tone rolling with mirth, “Hello there, Highlander.”

Soap leaned on the door frame. Arms crossed. A brow arched, and a devastating smile playing on his lips. A little lopsided and a little cheeky. “Careful, lass.”

You leaned back on your heels, but didn’t turn completely to face him. Only peered over your shoulder. You toyed with the pen in your hand, a devious smile formed on your lips, “Or what?”

His arms unfolded and with a softness that defied his gaze, he shut the door. Two heavy boot steps is all it took for him to be in front of you. Your gaze never left his as he squatted down. Legs open. His forearms resting lazily on his knees. 

He was close. Close enough for his finger to lightly brush the hand holding your pen.

“Or I make good on every filthy thing I’ve said to you this past week.”

You pouted, a slight frown, “That’s not much of a threat now, is it?”

He chuckled, a deep one that you could feel. His eyes glinted with something mischievous in the low light.

You adjusted and twisted around to face him fully, still on your knees, all prim and proper as you said, “It’s not a threat if I want all of those things.” 

“Well…” He leaned in, his hands grabbing the shelves on either side of you. Caging you in as he continued, “I could do all of those things, right here.”

Your eyes involuntarily flicked to the door. He saw that.

“Door’s not stoppin’ me.” His voice dropped, accent thicker, “But if it’s yer mouth I’ve gotta worry about, then I bet ye can’t keep quiet while I do this…” 

His fingers found the waistband of your pants and slipped just beneath it, “Bet you’re soaked already,” he muttered, breath warm against your cheek. “Bet you’ll be beggin’ before I even stretch you.”

Then, his hand moved lower, slipping between your legs, slow and steady. As though he had all the time in the world to ruin you. As if, there wasn’t an entire base of people beyond that door.

A breathy gasp escaped your lips. You instinctively placed your hands on his shoulders, dropping your pen. It clattered to the floor. The noise felt louder in the small space. 

You tried to right yourself and regain some control, your voice sweetened , “Still not a threat, I can be quiet...” You leaned forward, a breath away from his lips, and spread your knees a little wider, adding, “Quiet as a church mouse.”

He arched a brow, his gaze flicking down as he undid your pants. Just enough to let himself in. Your lips parted as his hand slipped down, knuckles grazing the lace of your underwear before resting at the heat of your pussy. His smile turned wicked as he growled out, “Soaked.”

Your mouth went dry as you tried to steady your breathing, silently.

His brow raised, “Impressive, but I’m just gettin’ started, lass.” 

Then, he adjusted himself onto his knees. Helping to slide you back, just a bit, so your back hit the metal of the shelf. With a better position, his finger easily slid through your folds. Slow and deliberate. His free hand tangled in your hair, grabbing a firm handful and tugging your head back just enough to bare your throat to him. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the curve of your jaw.

Your hands fisted into his shirt. The smallest gasp escaped your lips as he dragged his slick fingers up to your clit. Slow and purposeful. He caught the soft bud between his middle and ring finger, pinching just enough to make your breath hitch. 

He smiled against the pulse at your throat, voice low, “If that made you gasp, you’re in trouble.”

His fingers began to work in firm, rhythmic circles. All the while he nipped at your throat, licking the marks he made as he went. No rush. No hurry. 

The closed door taunted you. Provoked you.

You leaned into him, close to his ear as you whispered, “Is this where you make me beg, or are you gonna get to the good part?”

His smirk deepened as his lips brushed yours but never quite closing the distance as he whispered, “Beg?” he murmured. His fingers dragged lazy, infuriating circles against your clit. “You’re not nearly desperate enough for me to let you do that.”

You twitched when his fingers hit just the right spot. His grin told you that he felt that.

Then, his mouth was on yours. He tasted like coffee, with a sharp bite of mint. His hand, still buried in your hair, gripped tighter. His other increased pace. You moaned softly into his kiss and you could feel his smile against your lips.

His fingers were hitting that spot, over and over. Again and again. You could feel your insides coiling tighter. The pressure building. Your hands slid into his hair as you pulled him deeper into the kiss. When your nails scraped his scalp, he groaned into your mouth. Low and filthy, like he couldn’t help it.

This seemed to give him an extra boost, as his fingers worked relentlessly in short, swift bursts on your clit. Your body shuddered. One hand stayed in his hair as the other dragged across his shoulders. 

Your moan caught in your throat just as Soap tore his lips from yours. Your head fell back against the cold steel shelf, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought to stay quiet. He didn’t let up. His fingers kept their relentless pace, pushing you straight through your climax as your body trembled under his touch.

The heat spread out from your core, up your chest and through your limbs as a calming release settled over you.

His fingers slowed as your mouth opened. Panting, as you tried to catch your breath.

“That pretty little moan almost gave us away.” He said as he dipped his fingers back into your folds. The tip of one brushing the soaking entrance of your dripping cunt. Pushing slowly into it. His voice grew deeper as he added, “Do ye want me buried in that sweet cunt?”

Your heavy lidded gaze met his and with a devilish grin, you said, “Less talk, more cock, Johnny.”

His eyes darkened and his smirk faded as something more feral passed over his expression.

Next thing you knew, you were spun around on the floor. You ass in the air and your pants yanked down to your thighs. 

The metallic clink of a belt buckle echoed off the walls and the shifting of fabric made you clench involuntarily. 

Then, he was there, with his legs caging yours in. His cock slid through the swollen and soaked folds of your pussy. Hot and smooth.

He growled out, “Yer the one who asked for this.”

Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with a filthy, wet sound. Your breath punched out of you as your body arched, your legs nearly giving out from the sudden, delicious stretch. And then he started to move. Slow at first, cruel and deep, like he wanted you to feel it. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back, making you take it.

His voice was low and dangerous as he kept up his steady thrusts, “Still want less talk? Or do ye need me to fuck you speechless first?”

Your hands gripped the shelf in front of you. Mouth opening on a soundless gasp. Chest pressing into the cold floor as your back arched. 

Soap leaned over you, his chest hot and solid against your back, breath thick on your ear. The arm around your waist tightened, locking you in place.

Then he whispered, low and filthy, “Try to stay quiet. Go on. Let’s see if you can.”

His hips slammed into you, hard. Your breath punched out of your lungs as he filled you all over again. Your hands scrambled for purchase, hips jolting forward with every snap of his. The lewd sound of skin on skin filled the tiny room. Filthy and shameless as his cock plunged into you with punishing rhythm, dragging across every aching nerve you had.

You couldn’t hold it back much longer, as a soft whimper slipped past your lips.

Soap chuckled behind you, his hand sliding from your waist up to your mouth. His other, planted firmly on your hip.

“Can’t stay quiet?” he purred, “Let’s fix that.”

Then he clapped his palm over your mouth, silencing your cries as he picked up the pace. Rough, relentless, and merciless. The shelf shook with the force of it, your whole body rocked back and forth as he used you. Every thrust, deeper than the last.

Your eyes fluttered shut, knuckles white where you gripped the shelf, and under his hand, your muffled moans grew frantic.

His hand stayed clamped over your mouth, holding you still, keeping you quiet. Your body started to quake around him. He felt it, the way your cunt clenched on him, fluttering, needy, so close to breaking apart.

He chuckled low in your ear, breath hot and taunting, “Tremblin’ like a leaf… all fucked out already?”

His hips rolled with wicked intention. Dragging his thick cock in deep. 

“Gonna fall apart all over my cock, are ye?” he asked, his accent a sinful purr. “Ye want to come, lass?”

You nodded desperately, hips pushing back to meet every thrust, shame be damned.

“Be a good girl and make a fuckin’ mess on me.”

And that was it.

Your body shattered, clenching hard around him as your climax tore through you, white-hot and wild.

“There it is,” he groaned, hips stuttering, “that’s it, that’s my girl…fuckin’ soak me, just like that.”

He held you tight as you rode it out, guiding your body through every pulse, every shiver, never once letting up.

Your body was still twitching with aftershocks, legs trembling, breath ragged. But Soap didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

His pace grew harsher again, sloppier. Less control, more need. His cock was still buried deep, dragging through the mess he’d coaxed out of you, each thrust punching a soft, wet sound into the air. His hands held you tight, like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance now.

He let out a groan that was pure filth. Raw. Primal. 

His hips jerked once, twice, before he buried himself to the hilt. A shudder ran through his whole body as he came deep inside you, cock pulsing. The warmth of him spilling into you.

His breath was ragged, forehead resting against the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, almost a laugh.

His breath slowed against your shoulder, hot and uneven. One hand stayed firm on your waist, like he still needed that last bit of control.

You felt the pulse of him still twitching deep inside you.

“Christ…” he breathed, voice wrecked.

He pressed a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. Then, slowly, he pulled himself up and his hips back. You gasped at the drag of him, sensitive, slick, overstimulated. And when he slipped free of you, he groaned at the sight.

“Look at that…Fuckin’ drippin’.”

You felt the warm spill of him leak from your pussy, sticky and hot down your thighs. Soap’s hand dropped between your legs, two fingers sliding through the mess he left behind. 

“Wish you could see how ruined you look right now.”

You chuckled, "What’s wrong, Highlander? Never seen a woman ruined for you before?"

Soap let out a low chuckle, one hand trailing down your spine, “Aye, I’ve seen it, but never looked half as good as you do right now.”

He gave your ass a slow, heavy smack. Closer to a caress. Then, pulled away just enough to tug your clothes back into place. Legs trembling with the aftermath as you sat up on your knees. 

“Up you go, lass,” he said with a wicked grin. “Don’t need the whole base findin’ out why I’ve gone soft for a girl in a closet.”

“Please,” you said, smirking. “Soft is certainly not what I would call what we just did.”

Soap chuckled behind you, “Aye, fair enough.”

You let out a breathy laugh, still trying to get your heartbeat under control. His presence lingered for a second longer before he finally stood up. 

The room filled with the whispers of both your zippers and rustling of fabric. The metallic click of a belt.

Then, Soap extended his hand down to you.

When you placed your hand in his, he hauled you in one quick motion while capturing your waist. Pulling you in close. You buried your face in his shoulder, trying to muffle your laugh.

As though it was his favorite thing about you, he said, “Yer trouble, y’know that?” 

“And yet here you are…” You ran a hand down his chest, lingering. “Still holding on to me.”

He whispered in your ear, soft and low, “Aye.”

You both stayed like that for a few lingering minutes. Hearts beating fast. Breaths syncing. Neither of you ready to open that door.

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