#(bc it was the black diamonds power that helped him)

[banqanas]

sherrock, lupus, kane and kagura are definitely besties after vol. 4 i believe this in my heart

Nothing is stronger than the bond you formed when youre stuck on the rooftop during the IUS storm trying to stop it from destroying your world

[dumbponyboykinnie]

how do the outsiders play minecraft and idgaf that they live in the 60s it’s a modern au

pony builds in creative mode and spawns hundreds of animals; once the game bugged and all his animals disappeared and he cried (my younger brother reference); also makes pixel art; scared to turn on survival mode

darry used to be like a professional like he has beaten the enderdragon several times and he loved the game so much but he doesn’t have time to play anymore and he doesn’t check updates so when pony shows him the stuff he built he’s like “since when does minecraft have axolotls” (my older brother reference)

steve puts tnts on other people’s houses in coop and explodes them. especially on poor ponyboy’s houses. steve hasn’t got like a super powerful computer so it freezes all the time he does it. yells and cusses at everyone who plays with him for every little mistake they make but soda can die in lava with full netherite armor and inventory fulled with diamonds and steve won’t say a word

two-bit builds block dicks all over the game world; cant play seriously, usually just goofs around and then dies in lava and gets yelled at bc he loses all the cool stuff steve gave to him to free his own inventory, like all the diamonds and stuff; his fav animal is a sheep and he spawns hundreds of them in pony’s worlds

soda was taught how to play by darry when they were both kids but darry usually did all the work and soda just goofed around and helped him (at least he thought so; and darry loved him too much to tell him that he’s not helping) ; is too bored to do routine things like mining and stuff so he turns on creative mode and takes netherite swords and armor and then turns back to survival mode and goes to fight ender dragon and still dies and complains to everyone

johnny usually finds a village and lives there, adopts animals and names every single one, grows crops, protects the villagers and slowly develops!! he’s a good player in general; sometimes plays together with dally

dally names every dog he adopts tim and has a black cat named johnny, but he did those two things for completely opposite reasons. tries to speedrun the game but always fails and dies accidentally, then screams his lungs out cussing; sometimes plays together with johnny

when johnny and dally play together johnny just does what he usually does and dally wants to show off so when they explore some caves together he’s like “i’ll protect you” and fights with 5 zombies at once and then gets shot by a skeleton and johnny just stands there bc his super old and slow computer is frozen again

[petrichormeraki]

Tips For Writing C!TommyInnit, From A Loser With Brainrot

Tommy is LOUD. Whether he's angry or excited or playing around, he's usually yelling. He is not aware of how loud he is unless he's specifically raising his voice to overpower the conversation (which he usually only does when he's angry at someone/thing, or to make a point). He's only quieter when he's serious, at peace, or very very sad

TOMMY IS SMART!!! He thinks things through when he has time to do so. He is strategic and considers other people's behaviors when he plans something out (ex building the tower overlooking the prison slowly, so Sam didn't get as suspicious, and making a point to only inhabit it when it was dark to be less noticed). Tommy knows how people act/think if he's familiar with them, and he uses that to his advantage.

However, Tommy's very impulsive, and his emotions overrun his brains very often. This happens the most when he's angry or scared.

Tommy lets people take pity on him 80% of the time. Unless it's a serious situation and he's trying to prove himself, (ex Logstedshire) he LOVES free shit and he very easily falls into the "oh poor little TommyInnit, he has no family to his name and is dirty and cold, won't you spare some netherite for his poor soul?" narrative.

Tommy is childish. He bickers over things that don't really matter and is the epitome of "he started it!!" when he gets in trouble. He also constantly nags at people until they cave to get what he wants. I have no idea how CC!Tommy plays being a youngest sibling SO WELL since he's an only child but that is exactly who C!Tommy is

Tommy is not brave. He hides behind people to avoid danger and he runs away from conflict if he can. The times where this didn't happen (Exile, Final Disc Confrontation, November 16th) were because he was backed into a corner, literally or figuratively, and was forced to fight back.

more under the cut bc this got very long lmao

Tommy is not very private UNLESS it concerns his past trauma. He will talk about what he's doing, every thought in his head, and what he thinks of everything he sees, UNLESS it's recounting what happened to him. Getting information like that from the source is like pulling teeth, even for people he trusts completely. The reasoning for this (best as I can tell anyway) is that he simply just doesn't want to relive it.

Tommy has a very black and white way of thinking about his allies. If someone helps his enemy, they are his enemy too. He doesn't really care about personal motivations or reasonings unless they're close to him (Tubbo) and he does not forgive easily.

However, he also recognizes power. When Tommy ran from Logstedshire, he ran to the person who killed his best friend because he knew Technoblade was very powerful against Dream. Another example is when he ran to Phil when Dream escaped prison and went after him, even though Phil destroyed L'manburg WITH Dream AND killed Wilbur, two things that Tommy vehemently hates him for. Tommy seemed to not be thinking very clearly when either of these events happened, so this may have been a purely impulsive decision made out of fear.

Tommy squirrels away his riches. He only breaks into his ender chest when he really needs the resources, ie diamond armor and weapons for a showdown. He actually has quite a lot of diamonds and gold if I recall correctly, but he still resorts to stone/iron tools and no armor in his day to day.

Kind of related to above, Tommy keeps momentos of people he cares about in his ender chest, where no one can reach them but him. He is terrified of losing these things because they remind him of when times were good, and he had people he loved. (This was actually said by him, I just don't remember the stream sorry ;;w;;)

Tommy is very stubborn. He doesn't cooperate very often and views the way he does things as the best way. The only time to my memory that he defaulted to someone else was when Wilbur was alive (L'manburg, Pogtopia)

Tommy likes maintaining his surroundings. This includes harvesting crops and replacing them, patching up creeper holes, and replacing missing blocks from his house or the Prime Path. He does these things without anyone telling him to, on his "down time" if you will, and doesn't really call attention to it

TOMMY LOVES ANIMALS. He doesn't like killing them and tries to eat carrots instead of killing for meat (although he doesn't seem to have qualms with eating meat that other people give him)

Tommy has a soft spot for kids/small creatures. He tried very hard to hate Michael because he was bitter about Ranboo and Tubbo's friendship but he broke almost instantly if I remember correctly. He fawns over "cute" things and gets thoroughly distracted from whatever he was doing if he notices a baby chicken or something

Tommy is rarely still. He almost always is doing something with his hands (ie building, chopping trees, etc) if he's in conversation with someone. The only times where he actually sits down and stops is when he's watching the sunset on his bench, or having a self reflection moment/processing heavy information.

I'll stop here, but I plan on making another post that more goes into his speaking mannerisms and whatnot. I hope this helps somebody trying to write C!Tommy, feel free to send me an ask if you have specific questions!!

[darklordazalin]

Ravenloft Lore Tuesdays

Domain Focus for May: Barovia – The First Domain of not quite the First Vampire Domain Formation: 351 BC

Lore: Folktale - The Icon of Ravenloft

There are many folktales throughout the Demiplanes of Dread and though many of the ones told in Barovia are related to vampires and blood drinkers, this particular tale is in regard to a rather powerful holy object that is considered the ‘sister’ to the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind.

When the von Zarovich family first arrived in Barovia, a dying raven fell at the feet of Mihaela von Zarovich. Although, perhaps, a more than proper response when encountering certain members of this bloodline, Mihaela was said to take pity upon the bird and cradled it in her arms. She prayed to St. Andral to bless the corvid and a moment later, the raven flew from her hands and off into the distant mountains.

The priests of St. Andral declared this event a miracle, though more likely the bird was fatigue and the warmth of a human body was all it needed to regain its strength. Regardless, the priests created the Icon of Ravenloft in honor of this event.

The icon is a silver statuette of a raven with tiny diamonds for its eyes. A powerful object, when in the hands of a cleric or paladin, it can be used to turn away the strongest of undead creatures as well as cure the injured. Of course, those with ill intent are more often than not harmed by merely touching the icon.

The Icon of Ravenloft in Games:

The simplest way to use the Icon in a game is to include it as one of the items the characters need to find before encountering Strahd. It would be very helpful in an encounter with him and you could always give it additional bonuses when combined with the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind. This can be done in any version of the Strahd adventure as they all include the card reading at the beginning.

The Icon itself, if using 5e stats would like translate to either giving disadvantage to Undead saving vs being turned or add a +1 bonus to the Save DC of the Cleric/Paladin wielding it. Also, would be able to cast Cure Wound probably 3 times a day.

If your characters are questing throughout the Demiplanes there are a couple other options – You can run an adventure similar to From the Shadows (2e) in which Azalin sends characters back in time to steal the Icon for him before it is lost. You can use this story to have Strahd hire adventurers to steal it back from Azalin’s Castle or the Black Vault of Il Aluk (or Necropolis depending on what timeline you’re going with). Another potential NPC that would be interesting in owning the Icon are any of the wereravens from the Keepers of the Feather, Van Ritchen, Lyssa von Zarovich, and honestly any individual that worships St. Andral or the Morning Lord. Seeing as the Icon could be anywhere, its an easy item to add as a ‘fetch’ quest in practically any Domain.

[muzdiir]

i just had the worst horror bullshit dream that started off with fucking homestuck trolls

it started w me at someone's house, offering ppl waffles for breakfast. a known rapist showed up & stole one of the plates, so i tore off after him. we ended up outside, running down the street.

he disappears & then i think im with my ex best friend? & now we're in a mall parking lot, looking for our car so we can leave. idk if we found it. i think we mighta gone back into the mall? idk we were in some big populated building (i think maybe a wedding? or party of some sort is happening).

something happens & now the building is suddenly running on emergency lights but mostly no one bats an eye at this. i start wandering the place, i think collecting ppl? like friends or whatever.

then everything goes to shit. the lighting goes full horror movie flickery & ppl are just randomly getting attacked by shadowy figures. after a few times, i realize that they remind me of the homestuck trolls; but thats impossible bc theyre extinct. its more like the ppl there are doing things their patron trolls would do? as if theyre possessed.

something happens & now the trolls are actually manifesting in tangible form, & wreaking havoc everywhere, killing ppl & such.

i & my friends manage to flee outside, which is suddenly all traffic skyways/bridges & skyscrapers. we're running around, leaping from bridge to bridge to evade the trolls. my patron troll (the strongest of them, apparently) manifests (she started out w red hair but irl me remembered her hair was black; it was her eyes & clothes that were red—this gets fixed in her manifestation). she also apparently has super slicy diamond weapon powers???

my friends & i escape to a hospital, which is going a bit mad bc ppl are starting to freak out a tiny bit. i am in a room w beyonce, who is on a bed, covered in sweat & passed out after just giving birth. at first, i think she's dead but after a few minutes she wakes up & weakly gets out of bed to go look for her baby.

i also leave the room & start hurriedly looking thru the rooms (i think for my friends but i dont remember). many of the patients are rly sick, like cholera symptoms, & the lighting is still spooky levels.

im traveling thru like a back stairwell when i encounter 2 nurses trying to figure out/fix a leak/clog in one of the patients' rooms. one nurse moves down the stairs but finds nothing; she goes up the stairs, still doesnt find anything. theyre esp worried bc the patient in the room w the main clog is rly sick & cant use the toilet. their shit is black & apparently neverending?? idk.

the nurse reaches the top of the hospital, which is set up like a car garage (different levels accessed by ramps, w the top level just open to the sky). she sees ppl up there, trying to i think find a way out?? but its blocked off.

she opens a door in the stairwell to a room w a dead alligator on the wet ground & a dead baby alligator near. on the ceiling/being held by someone?? is a live alligator who is freaking out & drops their living baby. i leave the room (i think to help look for the cause of the clog? which i now think is Alligators).

as i leave, something happens that causes the ramp down to the next level to fully shift, like someone was shaking it. the lights further down go out/turn to emergency lights. i continue down the ramps to the bottom levels, trying to reach my friends, who are further down/in a different section of the hospital.

at the same level w access to the rest of the hospital/my friends, there is suddenly just like a flood of big ass alligators. i turn around to search the other floors, only to find a bunch of dinosaurs loose??? so i book it back to the top of the building

the nurse from before is up here. she finds something that has to do w the clog, but pov switches back to me, who is down the next floor. i look for the nurse & in so doing, walk thru a rain of vomit (i do not vomit myself. entirely shocking). she's figured it out but apparently its gross as fuck & made her puke.

at this point, i finally wake up. i am nauseous, & afraid to go back to sleep for fear of returning to the Horrors.

[indouloureux]

debauched angels (and brazen escapades)

not my gif!

summary: spider-man and black cat have been playing cat and mouse for sixteen weeks; beneath his scathing annoyance and desire to end her vengeful exploits, he feels a reluctant fascination for her.

until you came around with your enigmatic dulcet masquerade, leaving him piqued in his curiosity for you all while he struggles with ambivalence.

word count: 10, 776

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, enemies to lovers, awful writing (?) bc english isn't my first language. also maybe horrible story telling of greek mythology bc i've yet to study it properly. (there aren't much triggering content in the first part)

a/n: i've released two parts of this mini-series on AO3 (@/indouloureux) so if you want to read part two immediately go check my AO3 account! 'my reverie's affinity remains to be you' got alot of notes so fast and i'm really happy that it did and thank you all so much for the feedback you gave me, it made me smile alot 💕

i decided to post this early because, well, for you guys and why not.

as of now, this mini-series will have three parts.

(i accidentally deleted my prompt notes that helps me write my ideas and i deadass cried before posting this.)

MASTERLIST ; SERIES MASTERLIST

༻✦༺ . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ��� ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . ༻✧༺

summertime, and the livin’s easy,

bradley’s on the microphone with Ras MG

Are angels always this hellacious?

Her doe eyes are innocent; inquisitive, like an angel, intrepid like its delicate wings – it’s what they look like when she’s lax; lost in tranquility. When she rests her tactile hands and lay on her back, sighing ecstasy in her pax Romana

But when she’s vindictive, her eyes are anything but guiltless. They sear with the appetite for malevolence, pupils intense in its anathema for equilibrium, and her wings inflate, burning in its fire for detriments, turning stygian with scarlet hues of her ichor.

It’s how he sees her – an omnipotent Devil disguised as a helpless angel.

But in veracity, her crusades are as cunning as a cat, a tribute to her villain name; tail long and sly with its motions, claws as alacritous as her intellect, body quick with precarious escapades as her hinds deliver swiftness and misery. And her eyes, while its diamond pupils glimmer underneath the flagrant moon, had dominated intimidation, along with its thirst for money and manipulation.

If they looked anywhere but her eyes, she’s deemed not an obstreperous angel, but as the devil’s ravishing curse.

The impression was given with an accuracy – truly glorious, albeit the beauty hardly seen in the dark where she’s made for, so much as her movements. And with the darkness, Spider-Man finds it challenging to chase her; though he relies so much on his senses, they don’t exactly help him seeing in the dark.

She’s in front of him, feet brisk and intact from adrenaline. Her hair sways at each fast step, and as she pivots to a shady corner, Spider-Man yelps, senses varying from her suddenness.

“Alright, Cat!” he shouts, voice echoing through the alleyway. Water’s dripping from poles, the ground musky and wet from the previous rain, and Spider-Man’s uncomfortable with the smell and the sight. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

There’s shuffling above him, soft pattering against the walls. And she’s giggling – the fucking cat’s giggling like a mischievous saint taunting him. “Nah, I’d rather stay here,” she says. “I like seeing you below me.”

He looks up, but the only thing he sees is the buildings and the moon. “You like being on top, huh? Being in power? Knowing you’re a step ahead of me?”

“Actually, I’m three steps ahead of you,” she corrects him. He knows she’s in front of him, sticking to the walls with her sharp nail dragging along the bricks, looking at him with a tilted head and sly smile, “and I like the chase. The challenge.”

“Oh?”

“Spider-Man fails to save the city again after letting Black Cat strut from the bank,” she repeats Jameson’s previous report from two weeks ago, where he’d arrived late due to her aimless distraction. He winces at the faux pas.

“You know I was only late because you stuck seven cats on a tree, right?” Spider-Man kicks his feet, hands on his hips. “Ironically, they were all black.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still your fault,” she reasons. “You couldn’t get the cats down in time. And if you think about it, they actually could’ve gotten down themselves. They’re cats.”

“They were trying to claw me, Cat,” he snaps. “And I had an angry old lady throw bread at me while I was trying to get them down. And yes I knew they could have gotten themselves down!”

“Yet you were still late,” she tuts. “Don’t blame the cats, Spiderling. They didn’t know.”

Spider-Man stares directly at the swarthy alleyway, brume rippling against the walls. But he swears if he looks closer, he could see her eyes through her mask; playful whilst fraudulent. “And whom should I blame?”

“Yourself,” she replies. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself, boy.”

“I’ve got you to blame, you minx,” he mutters. “You’re the one robbing banks and stealing paintings. And I’m the one who cleans up your mess.”

“Jameson says otherwise,” he hears her soft feet walk towards him, footsteps’ volume increasing. “You know, if you just work with me, you won’t be the only one seen as a bad guy.”

He stays silent, knowing any of his answers could be turned into persuasion to join her. Black Cat finally ascends from the mist, feet undaunted at each step, hand playing with a convoluted crowbar, silver hair gleaming.

all the people in the dance will agree,

that we’re well qualified to represent the L.B.C.

Her hair is what disparities from her ensemble. While she’s served in an all-black leather costume that sculpts her treasured physique, her silver hair denotes the light to her darkness, ameliorating the menacing approach that she mauls; though it doesn’t vary from her persona, still – she remains a congenial serpentine.

Her smile’s devilish, intimidating Spider-Man. His knees debilitate at her valiant smirk, eyes eyeing him up and down as if evaluating him. And it makes him self-conscious. But who wouldn’t be under her sight?

The glass of her mask did nothing to cover her true volitions. Knowing none of them were altruistic, her Machiavellian mind presents itself in front of him, waiting for its riddles to be solved; puzzles to be completed, intentions to be understood.

“What?” she purrs. “Cat got your tongue?”

Spider-Man snickers, poking his cheek with his tongue. “What’d you plan on doing with that crowbar? Open safes? Break into people’s houses? Knock me out with it?” he taunts.

Black Cat rolls her eyes, its vivacious hues swimming in her orbs. “You underestimate my power, Spider. We all know how I open my safes,” she opens her palm, claws emerging from the tips of her fingertips. “Maybe I could use this to open your heart, too.”

“Physically, or emotionally?” His voice drips sarcasm.

She pouts, slamming the crowbar against her leather palm. “Open your heart to me, come on. I know you have a soft spot underneath all that stone.”

“Cat…”

“Spider.” She purrs, her nail dragging along his covered collarbone to the space that connects his shoulder to his neck.

He sighs. “Give me the ring.”

Black Cat gasps. “Are you calling off our engagement?” she places a hand to her heart. “Were those sixteen weeks meaningless?”

“Give it to me.” Voice stern, but she remains unthreatened. 

“You mean this one?” She pulls out a ring from behind, its band hanging dangerously between her claws, air swinging it back and forth as the jewel shines and reflects from the moon while it carefully rests on the crest. “I don’t know. I kind of like it.”

Its emerald gem radiates almost blindingly, hues of golden amalgamated beneath its delicate jewel as it stands gallantly; size colossal opposed to its dainty silver band.

Spider-Man reaches out to claim it from her hand, but she moves backwards. “Cat.” He reiterates. “Give it to me.”

“If you want it,” she twirls it around her sharp nail until it settles inside her index finger. “Come and get it.”

And then she sets off, sprinting against walls until she reaches the roof. Spider-Man groans in frustration before flinging himself upward.

Her feet are fast, jumping off obstacles as if they’re nothing. Black Cat slips inside narrow structures before slipping out gracefully to jump onto rooftops with ease.

Though it seems rather futile to chase her around knowing she’ll escape, either way, there’s no harm in trying as Spider-Man fastidiously crawls on walls and slings himself, hands so close yet so far away from her.

Her crowbar hits a pipe, steam breaking off the hole. He inhales the polluted smoke, coughing violently.

“Come on now, Spider. Don’t let go of me that easily!” she taunts him. It spurs him on more, growling wistfully.

“Don’t tempt me, Cat.” Spider-Man growls. He doesn’t really plan on letting her go that easily. Not ever. Not until he’s got what he wanted from her.

Black Cat disappears from his eyesight, surroundings nebulous from the shrewd night. Spider-Man stops in his tracks, spinning around frantically, searching for her.

“You know, you’re the rarest black cat of them all – sporadic, and tail-less.” He calls out, eyes squinting. His senses cicatrize, now knowing what’s imminent. However, her answer was unforeseen.

“Oh, Spider, I do have a tail,” she calls out. “Look around you, they’re everywhere; following me around like a lost kitten. Want to know who they are?” he can’t see her, but he imagines her swaying her hips, circling her wrist with the crowbar in hand as she leans in, lips daring and teasing.

“They’re men, Spider,” she purrs, “and you’re one of them.”

Then there’s a noise behind him.

Black Cat appears in his vision, crowbar in air. It swings in his direction, hitting the side of his face as he tumbles to the ground. With his eyesight blurred with tears, he sees her skin-tight suit run away from him.

Her feet kick off the rooftop doors, flinging herself up in the air. And she twirls around, waving her crowbar. And at some point the ring ends up on her middle finger, flipping him off before she falls down the building, disappearing off the ledge.

Spider-Man sprints off the ground and towards her, but by the time he peeks off the ledge, she’s no longer seen.

The Devil disappears once more, a moratorium on her nightly ruses. Thereafter, a stringent dichotomy between her scent and essence lingers for him to find, and though he’s reluctant for the atrocious adventure, he craves to seek the angel inside the wicked cat, invigorating his long-awaited peace.

He feels defeated, letting her slip from his grasp once more. But he doesn’t give up – not ever – and he’ll keep hunting her down, taming her like the wildcat she is.

And though it’s hellacious, he’s willing to do it.

me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party

and dance to the rhythm, it gets harder

-

Alabaster. Mineral silky under the touch, the graven image sculpted from a sculptor of versatility that amplifies the allure to which enthralling even to the elusive. And its Adonis remedies the sleepless night; delineates the beauty of the unappealing world. Each curve is tauntingly delinquent to the fools but existentially unique to the appreciative.

He lowers the camera from his hands slowly, eyes darting to the plaque beneath.

Penthus - the personification of grief.

Peter’s head ducks slightly to get a better view of the golden placard, seeing his slightly distorted reflection as he reads the carved words:

When Zeus began handing out domains to the diverse gods, Penthus was not there. As such, Penthus acquired the one part no one wanted: grief and sorrow. It is believed that he enjoys persecuting the same individuals; he condones those who mourn for the deceased.

 Quickly, he lifts the viewfinder eye-level, hands oh-so-carefully grasping the camera lens as his finger fiddles for the shutter to capture the statue in front of him as if it’ll disappear within a second.

Thereafter, he manages to take an acceptable picture, enough to make his project presentable to appease his essay that he knows won’t be satisfying for his professor. At least there’s a good picture. 

“Dude,” a voice startles him. “Found my guy for my research. His name is Patroclus. I read on his plaque that he’s like Achilles’ best friend. And it kind of reminded me of you and me.”

“Aren’t they like…lovers?” Ned’s face falls into a perplexed frown, eyebrows furrowing. “I mean, I read it somewhere. I think MJ was reading a book about Achilles last week,” Peter adds.

Ned shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “I don’t care if they’re gay or not. I just need to get out of here and finish my research so I can meet Betty by the coffee shop next to the campus.”

“What is it with you and Betty?” Peter slings his bag over his shoulder, still carefully holding the camera in his hand. “I thought that was just a one-time thing after Prague.”

Beside him, MJ stumbles in, a book in hand with her ID hanging above her chest. And she butts in, “They started studying together last week because they both had statistics,” she snorts.

His eyes widened. “What?! That’s why you kept on canceling on me? Because you had a study date with Betty? I mean, I normally would be fine with this, but Ned literally told me he had pizza class last Wednesday just so he could skip movie night. I was starting to get upset and suspicious.”

“Oh no. Did you miss your anniversary, Ned?” though her voice clearly dripped derision, neither appeared to notice, too inattentive for each of their feelings.

“I-I didn’t!” Ned stammers in his words. “I was there for our anniversary. And I made it up to you last Saturday when we watched Return of the Jedi! I’m sorry, Peter but,” he sighs, eyes looking for the blonde hair he’s been touching for a week, “Betty and I just have this undeniable bond that needs to be tied!”

“What about our bond?” he whines. “We’ve tied that knot since freshman year. You dated her when we were seniors. I was first!”

They hinge to an intersection, above the doorway were inscribed in Greek characters “Gods & Goddesses” decrypted by a manuscript in their hands. Ned’s subsequent words were unintentionally tuned out as he stared at the 8 feet tall sculptures.

It’s mythology in front of him – characters are fictitious, but right in front of him, with the punctiliously sculpted Gods, they appear to be nearly real; as if their stories were all true, and they did exist. And if he hadn’t known about Thor, the God of Thunder, he actually would thoroughly believe that all these things were a myth.

Reveled by the panorama, his jaw relaxes at the pigment of pearls filling his vision, and vistas of incredulous aptitude render him wordless. His fingers fiddled with his lens, eyes too engaged in respecting the scenery beyond him that raptures his chest.

He’s too enthralled to even notice MJ and Ned have bickered their way onto the other side of the room.

Their physiques are almost unrealistic (even though they are). Jaws are prominent beneath the radiant light; eyes, albeit white, are filled with white mercurial life.

But despite it all, the woman beside him is the most exquisite are of all;

me and my girl 

we got this relationship 

“Beautiful, huh?”

Peter snaps his head abruptly, hearing a slight crack in his neck.

You look at him, invigorating hair flipping away from your shoulder. And your smile makes his curious eyes falter as it descends into a meticulous observation of your face.

He doesn’t need to look hard into it – you’re beautiful.

Peter doesn’t know which part attracts him more – if it was the ivory colored shirt tied around your waist to reveal the black tank-top with thin straps that accentuates your muscular arms and tortuous waist, or how your pointed nails traced the folds of your white tennis skirt, or how beneath those innocent eyes of yours lies a ubiquitous secret that he’s yet to discover.

Maybe it was the contrasted solitary stripe of drab white sticking out of your hair.

He wonders why an ethereal woman like you isn't standing beside those metaphysical sculptures next to those pretty and probably dangerous things; why you aren’t being praised, glorified, applauded, for your utopian beauty.

Because clearly, you looked too exemplary to be authentic to him. In fact, he thinks he shouldn’t even be standing beside you right now, breathing your air.

“Yeah,” he nods, crossing his arms. Your eyes dart away from him, and while he tries to do the same, he fails nonetheless. “It’s really pretty…”

“Can’t help but agree,” you shrug, looking back to smile at him. “How’d you think they made these things?”

Peter shrugs. “I think they’re 3D printed.” What? 3D printed? How dumb can you sound?

“Really?”

“Or like a really, really talented guy sculpted these things and like, gave it to the museum,” he adds. “Like Leonardo DiCaprio.” Oh, this dumb.

You blink. “You mean Leonardo da Vinci?”

“Yes,” he nods. What are you doing? You’re embarrassing yourself.

“I didn’t know he sculpted,”

“Well that’s because he doesn’t have many sculptures,” he explains. “Not like Rodin or Bernini,”

“Or Michelangelo,” you add, raising your eyebrows.

“The turtle or…” You should never talk to a woman ever again.

Your eyebrows furrow, lips tucking inside your mouth as you force out a smile of patience, questioning his knowledge, or lack thereof. “Nah, I’m kidding,” he laughs quietly. “Just trying to make you laugh,”

Peter thinks your laugh that followed his was prettier than the sculptures surrounding you, the noise almost angelic. You point at him, nail sharp and pointed. “Here on a school trip?”

Confused, he looks down to his chest, seeing his ID beneath his hanging camera before he nods again, more vigorous than the other. “Yeah. For- for MIT. A project…for a subject,” he blinks rapidly. “Like…a photography project, y’know.”

You hum in response. “Same,” you reply, fiddling with the covered ID in your hand. Your nail traces the sides, and he wonders if it’s really your nail, or if it was one of those glued ones he’s seen MJ wear once.

“Where do you study?”

“Um,” you look down at your card. “I-”

A shoulder bumps Peter’s, causing him to nudge you with his elbow. He mutters a quick apology before looking back at you. “Sorry. Some guy just-”

“Hey what happened to your face?”

He forgets the question he awaits an answer to, his hand coming up to grasp his left cheek. “What?”

“There’s a bruise on your jaw,” your hand comes up to grasp his tainted skin slightly, nail tracing the yellow and purple hues. “Did the guy bump you too hard?”

“No, no!” Peter chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head. He frowns at the now absence of your hand. “I just had an accident while shaving.”

“Shouldn’t it have scratched you?”

“So Greek Mythology huh?” he avoids the question, looking away from you. “What’s your class making you do?”

Peter softens the slightest when he sees your skepticism wither, letting your eyes rest on the sculpture further the both of you. Athena’s lofty figure stares into an empty space of nothing, a large aegis carved with such attributes that it fascinates him more than the helmet that boldly stood out from her head.

“They’re making us research the Gods and Goddesses that remind us of ourselves,” you answer simply. “Half of the class left an hour ago. But I’m doing my research properly.”

His bottom lip juts out, scratching the itching spot on the back of his ear. “How so?”

“Because the information they let out isn’t the whole truth,” you reiterate. “You see this?” you point to the plaque beneath Athena, “she’s described as the goddess of wisdom and war, depicted as a stately woman armed with an aegis and a spear. Blah blah blah,” disregarding the other information, your fingernail quickly traces the words beneath until it reaches a certain paragraph.

“Medusa was the once beautiful, avowed priestess to Athena who was immersed in an affair with Poseidon and would have two children together, but not before Athena uncovered the forbidden romance. Athena then punished her for disobeying her vow of celibacy by cursing Medusa with a head full of snakes and a gaze that turns men to stone.” You read out loud, guiding Peter along.

“What’s wrong with this?” he questioned. He likes how the tip of your nails traced the letters on the plaque. “I mean, is it wrong information?”

“The things about Athena are correct information,” you correct him, “as for the thing with Medusa – she didn’t have an affair with Poseidon in the first place,”

“Really?”

Though the topic didn’t pique him, seeing as he was more interested in science and technology rather than history, he listens to you. Peter’s eyes widen in curiosity, looking between Athena’s statute and the golden plaque with a pout on his lips.

Somehow, when you say it, it’s more interesting.

“Yes,” you nod. “Medusa and Poseidon didn’t fall in love or something. He violated her.”

“Violated?” he repeats. “You mean…”

A simple nod sufficed his curiosity, and his mouth parts into an ‘O’, nodding slowly with his arms crossed before he lets his mouth pout. “That’s…that’s bad. Why’d Athena punish her then instead of Poseidon?” he asks. 

“No one knows why,” you shrug. “Gotta be honest with you: I’ve been browsing Quora for the past hour for the truth. So I can’t really give you a stable answer.” You admit with a tight, shy smile. “But I did like this theory though,”

Having to only know you barely even thirty minutes ago, it conflicts astounds him how you could make him interested in such a topic that he hadn’t even bothered caring about in the first place.

Because now Peter’s looking at his phone, visiting Quora’s website as you turn your back to him.

“Is it because Poseidon’s a God and only Zeus can punish Gods?” he asks whilst skimming a theory. “Shouldn’t she have told Zeus instead…?”

“Nope,” you gently clasp your phone on your palm, the screen illuminating your face the slightest. “I prefer this one. Where they said Athena might have done it to punish Poseidon, so his partner will now be like this hideous gorgon. She did this because, y’know, they don’t really get along. So she did it to humiliate him.”

“What about this one?” Peter shoves his phone beside yours. “Athena might have done it to punish mortals. Because Gods find great pleasure in punishing mortals.”

“Could be,” you shrug. “None of those isn’t confirmed, anyway. And the whole thing feels kind of a ‘he said, she said’ situation.”

Peter purses his lips. “Kind of. Yeah.” He touches his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, eyebrows furrowed. “So…Do you have like…a favorite God or Goddess?”

What a stupid question.

His doubt renders itself useless a second later.

Earnestly, you glimpse at him with an eager smirk. As you gently place your phone back into your pocket, you motion for him to follow you between the extensive statues and into the back of the gallery where people are reduced and dispersed.

It was dim, seeing as the skylight didn’t reach the back that much and lit up only the well-known Gods.

You end up halting in front of an unfamiliar Goddess, its intricate elements unable to relish due to the absence of proper lighting. The sculpture appears hazy, as if it were only a delineation, having to be incompetent of witnessing its momentous features from the darkness.

However, you look at it as if it is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen; Peter finds familiarity in your look.

“That’s Atë,” you tell him, not sparing a glance at the staring boy. “She’s the Goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and blind folly.” Finally, you look at him, a glint of deliriousness in your glossy pupils. “She’s placed in the back because people barely knew her and her story. So no one’s able to truly appreciate her.”

Peter only nods, letting you value the Goddess in silence.

Its beauty is analogous to yours – ethereal from its harmonious alabaster hair, waist curved like the waves on the ocean, dress almost looks like a thin veil obscuring her marble body.

He thinks you belong beside her to be worshiped as mentioned earlier, seeing as both your beauty seemed underrated.

“It has been told that she led men down to the path of ruin. And that she also led both Gods and men to ludicrous and heedless actions and suffering. Fuck, she was even able to fool Zeus at the birth of Heracles,”

You spoke about her casually, as if it were just gossip that he finds incredulous and you normal – although the impressed scoff by the end says otherwise, you spoke as if it was a regular thing for you to hear (women in retribution, per se).

“There aren’t many stories about her,” you continue, “so no one’s really sure why she had fooled Zeus in the first place. Which is why people think she’s the bad guy who got herself banished from the abodes of the Gods.”

Peter lets out a short laugh, crossing his arms and placing his weight on his right leg. “Let me guess – not the entire truth, either?”

“Uhuh,” you shake your head, smiling at him.

“Are you going to tell me?”

Unexpectedly, you shrug with a slight shake of your head. “I don’t think so,”

His excited smile falls slightly in disappointment. “Why not?”

“Because,” you glimpse at the watch on your wrist. Peter copies you – 2:59 pm. “I want to tell you what happens when I find out the truth.”

He frowns. “So you’re telling me that the information they gave out isn’t the entire truth, but you don’t know what really happened either?” you nod. “How are you so sure?”

“Because a woman can’t just be this callous for no reason,” you answer. “It’s not just sudden misandry – it is always about vengeance; it’s always about proving herself the strongest, that she can do it, too.”

Bemusement swirls in his head, but still eager to know more nonetheless. He silently reaches out to you in his head. “When can I see you again?”

Inarticulate enough to keep him on the edge of his seat, you shrug, a playful smile was drawn on your face. “Whenever fate wants us to.” You tell him. “You’ll see me around. I’ll be everywhere…”

“Peter,” he fills for you, getting the feeling you’re about to ask for his name.

“(y/n),” you offer your name. “I’ll be everywhere, Peter,” you finish. “You’ll see me. You just need to pay close attention.”

“Peter?”

MJ’s voice (embarrassingly) echoes around the silent gallery. He turns, looking for the familiar tall brunette slipping past the statues. When he sees no one, he turns back to you.

But you were gone.

Disappointment rims his chest once more, failing to even ask your number before you left. He checks his watch, the number 3:00 being read disdainfully.

But when something blinds his eye beside the sculpture of Atë, he looks away from his watch for his eyes to land on a small piece of glass on the ground.

Peter carefully approaches before crouching, picking up the tiny piece of glass on the ground.

Or was it glass?

Its color was either white or a very faint shade of green when light is shone onto it; it isn’t sharp but neither is it soft, and he wonders where it came from when he hadn’t seen this earlier.

Maybe it came from you.

“Peter,” Ned’s voice interrupts him. “There you are. Where’ve you been?”

He clutches the small piece of glass on his palm, stinging his skin slightly. “I was wandering around.”

“We’ve been looking for you for the past twenty minutes,” MJ huffs. “Come on. Let’s go. I want to read my book already and you imbeciles keep on wandering off.”

“What was that book you bought again?” Ned asks, linking arms with Peter.

Peter smiles. And while gently grasping the stone you (might have) left, he leans closer to Ned.

“The Song of Achilles,” MJ answers. “Let’s go.”

-

i love her so bad, but she treats me like shit

on lockdown, like a penitentiary

He searches desperately for you.      

It’s been exactly 84 hours since he’s met you, and he finds it appalling how a person’s got him so hung up even after being with you for only thirty minutes three days ago.

He deludes himself into thinking you’ve been together for more than thirty minutes, so he doesn’t feel so foolish looking for someone he barely knows that decided to go mysterious on him.

But he also pretends that he doesn’t like how you based your next meeting on fate – he’s not that of a hopeless romantic.

Right?

Ned doesn’t believe him. Not after earlier this morning.

“So let me get this straight: you met a girl the other day, who told you about this underrated goddess, and when you ask her if you’ll see each other again, she goes all ‘Serendipity’ on you and disappears?”

Peter nodded. Innocent. “Yes.”

“And you’re in love with her?” he’d told him.

“…no.”

“You sound unsure.”

“Because I’m pretty sure I’ll fall in love with her,” he defended himself, standing up from the chair to pick up a mug from the cupboard. Its color was green, the lips slightly chipped, and it had a cartoonish black cat right in the middle. “You know how I am with girls, Ned.”

“Yeah. Go Ross Geller on her – fall in love, propose like two weeks-”

“Six weeks,” he corrected him, reaching for the chamomile teabag.

“- and then get divorced right after your wedding. Or, I dunno, say the wrong name at the wedding,” Ned shrugged. “Whose name will you say anyway? Liz? Cindy Moon? MJ?” he snapped his fingers. “What about that really hot girl, Felicia Hardy?”

Peter frowned at him, giving him another teabag. “Why would I say MJ’s name?”

Vehemently, Ned sighed. “Because you guys dated? And stayed best friends?”

“Yes. And I’m over her. MJ’s queer. She likes girls," he says simply. “I have to respect that by moving on. So now I’m over her.”

“Right. Like I didn’t just catch you crying over her two weeks ago when she brought her girlfriend along.” He snickers. “Ned! Why is her girlfriend hotter than all the girls I pine over?! She’s so pretty, Ned! I miss her!”

“Ned,” Peter whined, pouring hot water on his mug. Though he felt thoroughly offended over Ned’s imitation, it doesn’t last a second. “Can we move past MJ and onto (y/n)?”

His eyebrows furrowed, slipping off the counter. “Who?”

“The girl I met at the museum!” Peter exclaimed, exasperated. “Serendipity girl! The Emily to my Ross. Or the Rachel to my Ross!” he walks towards him, placing his hands on Ned’s shoulders. “The Leia to my Han…”

“Peter, you met her yesterday!” he scolded. “There’s like a 50/50% chance you won’t see her again. And I’m pretty sure you’re over her by next week,” Ned scoffs, removing the bag from his mug. “If you’re not over her by then, you’ll be the reason you’re dying alone.”

He took a careful sip of his tea, wincing when the hot liquid scalded his tongue. “Ned – ah! Pass me the sugar, please.”

Ned grabbed the packet of sugar beside him. His face contorted in disgust when Peter opens the packet, and dips the tip of his tongue inside. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Refreshing my tongue!” he answered, slightly incoherent.

“The fuck?”

“What I’m saying is – she said we’ll meet again when fate wants us to,” he continued, licking his lips to remove the excess sugar, tongue now mended. “And you know how bitchy fate is to me. So I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

He poured the remaining sugar on his tea as Ned grimaced, hiding his frown behind the mug. “Nothing good happens when you take matters into your own hands, Peter.”

“Hey?”

“I mean, remember when you put Toomes in jail? That was good, but you lost Liz. Remember when you gave EDITH to Mysterio? I mean sure, everything went well but you got hit by a train and basically ruined a lot of property because of it.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Thanks for smothering my failures on my face, Ned. What a great best friend you are.”

Ned tutted. “That better not be sarcasm because that’s what’s actually a best friend’s supposed to do.” He took a loud sip, humming in appreciation. “Peter, maybe we just let fate do its job this time.”

And maybe he should.

Peter’s an indecisive person – he knows it himself but he denies it still, even to his aunt who he knows is always right.

His phone rings.

Speak of the Devil.

“Hey aunt May!” Peter smiles, carefully tilting his head sideways to place the phone between his ear and shoulder. “What’s up?”

"Are you swinging?" May's phone was ancient, despite the fact that her salary allowed her to purchase a new one. And, based on the static and choppy nature of her voice, Peter’s certain she's on a business trip where there's little to no service. However, the question was loud enough for him to hear.

Peter’s face flushes beneath his mask. “N-no.”

“I can hear you panting,” she says.

“That’s because I’m in the gym.” Peter lies. “In the treadmill. Running. Jogging.”

“You and I know you never worked out even after you got those muscles.” She tuts. Though he can’t see her, he knows she’d rolled her eyes. “And I hear cars.”

“I’m on the treadmill out the balcony.”

“Peter,”

“Alright, I’m swinging,” he finally admits with a small huff, landing carefully on a rooftop before slinging himself to another building. “I’m out on patrol.”

It was a half lie. “But its Saturday,” May expresses softly. “I thought you only do patrols every weekdays after class.”

Peter grunts softly when his feet clumsily land on the pavement, stumbling over each other. His glove hand reaches for the phone on his shoulder. “Well, I didn’t have anything much to do, anyway.”

“Go to a party!” May suggests, a faint clicking in the background. “Get drunk, throw paper towels on other frat houses, get a girl, have a one night-stand, have sex!”

He frowns. “Should you be telling me this? I thought you were supposed to tell me not to do all those things?”

“Don’t tell me how to parent,” she scoffs. “No offense, Peter, but you’re too high strung. It’s like you’re afraid of being reckless.”

He sits on the edge of a building, feet dangling while he watches the cars pass by. “I am afraid of being reckless. Remember when you first got me drunk? I started telling my guests I was Spider-Man and you had to stop me from showing them my suit.”

May chuckles. “Well I doubt you’ll be doing it again,” she reassures. “You should let loose. You’re in college, for Pete’s sake-” Peter snickers. “-and one day, after you graduate, you’ll regret not going to a party. Not even once.”

“I went to a party.”

“And you left five minutes later. You know, I’m pretty sure you’re still a virgin.”

“May!” Peter gasps, horrified. “I’m not! Why would you say that?!”

“I have not seen a used condom in your trash can. Not even once.” She answers. “Peter, you haven’t dated anyone in two years. I’m worried about you. You’re all alone.”

“I have you,” Peter sighs. “I have Ned. And MJ. May, you’re – you are supposed to keep me on my feet. Make sure I stay responsible."

“I am doing that. I’ve been doing that since you were a kid. I’ve been keeping you literally on your feet since I found out you were Spider-Man,” she huffs. “You know I care about you, Peter. It’s just – just because you have a big responsibility doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to enjoy yourself.”

Peter sighs. His hand reaches to tuck his mask beneath his nose, pouting slightly. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” he senses a smile in her words. “Now, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” he says. “I aced a test last Monday. Upgraded my webs so I made them stickier. Oh, and Happy took me to lunch the other day.”

“Really?” May blurts, as if surprised. “What’d he say? He doesn’t really like hanging out with you that much.”

Peter frowns. “No he doesn’t! He likes hanging out with me. We made pizzas when I graduated from high school and he seemed genuinely happy about it,” He scoffs. “Anyway. He just felt like taking me out to lunch. Said something about how he should get used to it by now…”

His eyes squint at the walking figure.

He notices the familiar coruscating hair swooshing beneath him with each stride they make. Because he had to see that shade of hair everywhere he went, he didn't think it was unusual; yet, based on his previous meticulous inspection of you, he recalls a stripe of dull white on the back of your neck that stuck out of your hair.

Peter could only see the top of your hair and that white streak poking out; the tip of your brown boots that splashed the small puddles from the recent rain. But he knows it’s you.

Is this what happens when you let fate do its job?

“Peter?”

He yelps, almost dropping his phone off the ledge. May’s distant voice speaks out on the speakers, only to be cut off by him. “Sorry aunt May. Something urgent came up. I’ll come home next week for the whole weekend. See you! Love you.”

The sound of his phone clicking shut cuts off her response, shoving his phone back in his suit (he’d also installed really tight pockets.) before jumping down.

Peter forgets he’s clad in his tight suit, crossing the street without sparing a glance at the rushing cars, not even when they start honking at him for his reckless jaywalking.

Just before you turn the corner into an alleyway, his hand reaches out for you.

And,

“It’s not…you…” he softly expresses when the person turns around. It’s not you - the streak of white he saw was the temple of the person’s sunglass, and they only had the same hair color as yours.

“Holy shit…” they mutter. “You’re Spider-Man.”

“No, I’m not,” he awkwardly chuckles. “I’m only a crazy fan in costume. Gotta prepare for Halloween right? There’s nothing wrong with being eight months early.”

It's a tense confrontation that lasts only three minutes. And, once again, in the crevice of that awkwardness was a paroxysm of disappointment. The reason behind his anticipation for you is unbeknownst — he has no idea why he's so enamored with you, a person he hardly knows. Idiosyncrasy is all he can think about.

He just can't seem to get you out of his mind. It's your guise that has him enthralled by the lingering sensation of apprehensive surmise on the back of his skull, which causes the hairs on his body to spring up at each thought.

(y/n).

A simple but pretty name for such an enigmatic woman.

Your scintillating hair, slim fingers with whetted nails, fibrous arms large enough for him to still wrap his arms around you, beauteous eyes filled with unexplained curiosity, and a mouth so sardonic and sly that it makes him weak in the knees.

Is that why he’s so hung up on you?

All while he’s deniably hung up on someone else, too?

A black cat passing by startles him, its body slipping itself between his legs, tail grazing on his covered knee before walking away.

“Where are you?” he mutters to himself, foot tapping impatiently.

Where are you mystery girl?

His senses unexpectedly halt him as he prepares to walk away, giving up for the day.

Peter spins around to see a series of hazy, invisible arrows pointing in a direction only he can see. He feels a shiver run down his spine, and with his senses heightened, he can sense...

Black Cat.

“Fucking minx,” he mutters to himself. “Can’t give me a damn break.”

she spreads her lovin’ all over

and when she gets home, there’s none left for me

Oddly, it was quiet.

With a clear view of the gallery below him, Spider-Man settles gently beside the skylight. It was three minutes until closing time, so the few visitors who remained began making their way to the exit.

His vigilant eyes were on the lookout for any indicators of suspicion in each person who approached the doors. To Peter's chagrin, though, he finds himself searching for Black Cat’s elegant swagger and sly manners, to which the guests devoid.

Sitting crossed-legged, he places his chin on his palm, his other hand toying with the spandex of his suit.

The gallery is comparatively small, featuring artworks from an artisan who’d organized this event, their intuitive mind and composition adorning the walls. It was a mix of photography and paintings, vicinities separated by colors of black-and-white or pastels, etcetera.  

There’s a painting of Atë beneath a spotlight, the Goddess you’ve mentioned when you first met him. He’s still unable to see her true beauty given the fact that the painting was meters away from him. But it reminds him of you, nonetheless.

Peter mulls about how he might possibly present one of his works in his own gallery, having the dexterity to pleasingly sketch a scene from his physical vicinity in his leisure times. But his reluctance draws him down the stage, defying his want of showing off his work in fear of censure and embarrassment.

In the cleft of all that self-doubt he hasn’t noticed the lights turn off and the door faintly slam itself shut, followed by a quiet lock of the key.

He sighs at the false alarm.

But his senses demand him to pay attention, directing him to take a seat and keenly inspect the gallery from above.

He recognizes the familiar leather silhouette emerging from one of the paintings as if on time; her mouseyer torques fragmented by her vivid silver tresses.

I fucking knew it.

His fingertips cling to the skylight's glass as he cautiously opens it, allowing him to slide inside and crawl on the ceiling, providing him a decent angle of her relocating towards the rear end of the gallery.

He notices the faint reflection of her crowbar, which appears to be nearly blunt due to how frequently she used it to strike him. Peter believed the crowbar was her weapon of choice for its versatility (opening safes, hitting him in the face, and whatnot), but the longer he saw her, the further he realized that the only reason she brought a crowbar with her was to deflect him from her honed nails.

So it always startled him when she clawed him rather than just knocking him out.

(The first time May saw the scratches, she smiled in joy when she thought Peter owned a cat.)

He'd also be lying if he said he wasn't astonished by her ability to get inside things and carve such a very precise circle with her nails.

His eyes never depart from her silhouette whilst he discreetly crawls on the ceiling. She's strutting as though she's on a runway perfecting her catwalk, flaunting her elegance like every model does with that stoic affirmation on their countenance.

Her crowbar drags itself on the ground, a silent scrape against the marble floors. Until the scraping halts, a deafening silence filling the room on her aftermath.

Black Cat stops underneath the spotlight, the center of his attention; the main attraction. She’s standing still, observing the painting beyond her with an expression he can’t see but desperately wishes he could.

She snuck all the way in to stare at a painting?

 “I know you’re there, Spider,” she calls out, voice taunting yet somehow it was also monotone. “We all know how you have FOMOW so obviously you’re here. Except you’re like, a narc.”

Beneath his mask, Peter rolls his eyes, unsticking himself to the ceiling until he lands on the floor unbruised, on his feet.

“Ha ha,” he says sarcastically, walking towards her.

Finally, he gets a better view of what she’s looking at:

It’s a tremendous painting of The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel. Peter’s heard mentions of this painting during his art classes back in high school, and often from his fellow classmates who’d had futilely attempted to recreate the painting.

He had never seen the artwork prior, but it renders him awestruck. It's the way every stroke of the brush unites the pigment flawlessly - allowing each clarity to be so vérité that it astonishes him - it's something he knows he'd never be capable of accomplishing, even if he wanted; unable to recreate the very same sentiment Lucifer conveys in this painting.

Unable to recreate the same anger, grief, vengeance.

“The Fallen Angel,” she says out loud.

“I know what it is,” he says softly. Though it was meant to be a snarky reply, his voice disobeys. “Is this the real one?”

She sighs deeply, almost exaggerated. “One and only.”

“How’d it get here?”

“The person who organized this event rented it, or I think she might have bought it,” Black Cat answers, hands behind her back.

“How’d you know all of this?”

“Because I know the person who organized this event,” she quips, finally looking at him.

It's not the first time he's seen her, and though his vehement and loathing for her is almost too inexplicable, her beauty is simply undeniable underneath her cruel masquerade. It causes him to hold his breath; causes him to lose a train of thought just to regain it a fraction of a second later.

Except this time there’s this new glint in her eyes.

Amalgamated with that mischief and paltry thievery was a miniscule gloss of endearment and unusual warmth.

It's almost as if she'd met someone and is now thinking about them.  He’s seen that look with Ned whenever they studied together, so he knows the look of stoic longing when he sees one. 

“Do you now?” he replies. “Does she know that you’re a thief who wears a cat costume without the tail and the ears?”

“Better than wearing a spandex without a cup over his crotch. Oh, shit, you don’t actually need one.”

“I’ll have you know that I have a very large penis,” he faces her, eyes seething in annoyance and he wishes she could see them so hopefully she’d be at least intimidated even just a sliver. “If my ex-girlfriends were here right now, they’d probably moan just at the sight of me.”

Black Cat snorts, lips splitting itself into an incredulous laugh that ends her guffawing as if he said the funniest joke in the world. “Did I murder your ego?”

“I’ll murder you, you fucking rat.”

She gasps. “I wonder what the people would say when they hear you say that.”

“You know, I’m surprised you waited for me before you stole this painting,” Peter crosses his arms. “Tired of playing cat and mouse, Cat?”

“Oh, I’m not stealing the painting.” She rolls her eyes. “Do I look like I can carry a painting that large? If I had a car, I would.” She drags her nail across his arm, circling him. He feels entrapped in her gaze, shrinking at her touch. “I steal only small things, Spider.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Small things have bigger value. Does that sound familiar?”

“What?”

“Do your girlfriends not say that when you have sex?”

Peter growls, irritated. “Big things have value, too.” He seethes. “Why don’t you go rob a jewelry store then, you annoying minx.”

“I don’t do those things because I want to, Spider.”

When her hand finally settles on his shoulder, his reflexes respond more quickly than he can think, usurping her leathery palm and whirling around to fiercely clasp her hand in his. The gesture was too intense to be regarded as some kind of a caring gesture. And he doesn't let go, instead peering down behind his mask at her glass-covered eyes.

She’s so close to him, chest touching each other so as to feel each other’s synchronized breathing. However, this doesn’t distract him nor divert his attention to their closed hands. Peter continues to stare through her eyes in search for any sign of treachery or an imminent asinine hoax.

But maybe it was essentially a bullshit excuse to dwell into her eyes for just a little longer than he usually did – to relish them for a little longer than he intended to.

“You do this because you have to?” he whispers, a caustic snarky tone. “Yeah, I’ve heard this speech a lot more times than you’ve rehearsed this in the back of your rascal mind.”

“I didn’t just become this callous for no reason, Spider,” she spits. “I knew your senses would bring you here for any sign of trouble. I wouldn’t have caused any if I knew you’d be coming; I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t need you.”

Trouble or not, I would have come if it was you.

The girl was trouble. But the problem was, trouble never had such an enticing smile and exhilarating insouciant eyes harboring those heinous crimes; troublenever drew him in, in fact, it affronted him. But Trouble never looked so goddamn tantalizing.

I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t need you.

What could she have possibly done that she needed him, of all people?

oh, take this veil from off my eyes

my burning sun, will someday, rise

“I have something you want,” she spoke so softly that it almost fooled him to think that they’re not in a middle of what he knows is a looming altercation.

“A peaceful life?” he asserts. “Because if you could give me that, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of our lives.”

He begins to feel something puncture his palm after his snide remark, penetrating into his epidermis until it reaches his flesh. He yells in pain, dropping Black Cat’s hand as he feels the blood permeate through his suit.

Peter hisses, looking up at her.

There's now a ring dangling from the periphery of her blood-stained nail, its band menacingly undulating. The emerald still breathtaking as to this day, just like her. 

As he feels the skin on his palm slowly mend itself, Peter carefully clenches his hand before glaring at her through his short eyelashes, chest heaving heavily in pure annoyance.

There she is – his angel; his flagitious angel standing upon him. Her hoary wings unfurled throughout the room to greet him with a wave. But the blood on her hand taints the sanctity of her mien, so when he looks back at her, darkness swiftly creeps throughout her luxurious wings, burning her primaries with her scathing mania for adulation.

And her eyes turn dark with hunger – for the chase, for the tension to snap, for his attention.

Peter’s snapped back into reality and the wings disappear, but she remains to be the sardonic fallen angel she is.

Blood is dripping on the marble floor. “Did you call me here to give me that ring?”

Black Cat shrugs, toying with the expensive ring. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She tilts her head sideway, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I won’t tell you why. Not here, at least.”

When her eyes ever-so-quickly glance up at the CCTV, Peter freezes slightly. She picks up the crowbar from the ground, approaching him.

“That’s some neat trick, that sense of yours,” she whispers with narrowing eyes. The back of her forefinger desecrating the clean cut of Peter’s cheekbone. He lets her, enjoying the burning sensation of her touch.

When her hand reaches for the ends of his mask, his unbruised hand reaches out to clasp at her wrist, hauling it away. “Give me the ring, angel.”

Her pupils dilate slightly as she looks at him. It softens a tenth of a second later, when the bewilderment of his newfound nickname melds with it. Peter smirks when he realizes he’d caught her off-guard.

Angel. Because you’re my hellacious angel.

“What? Cat caught your tongue?” he satirizes, not letting go of her wrist. “You’re not the only flirt here, Cat. You going to give me the ring?”

Like a switch, she’s back to being cocky. “But where’s the fun in that?” she pouts. “If I give it to you, this little thing will end just as quickly as it started.”

He wishes she could see how he had rolled his eyes. “Please. We both know you’d have your claws on a new jewelry the next day.”

Nothing comes out of her mouth. Her cocky smile withers slightly, but her menacing stare remains. Peter's cynicism withers as well, instead more mystified by her lack of response.

Spider-Man catches the crowbar hurdling towards his face, not keeping his eyes off her. But she does, wringing herself out of his grasp to haul the crowbar back to her person.

She steps back with daring eyes and a playful smirk, gyrating her wrist to tinker with the crowbar. Her crisp, delicate nails gleam beneath the night sky, almost as though they've been coated in varnish to make them staggeringly bright.

“You want the ring, baby boy?” she sneers. “Play with me a little and maybe you might get it.”

If someone were to witness their bout, they'd assume Spider-Man's imprudent onslaught was perhaps too unfair on his adversary; they'd be worried that his towering stance would have frightened her and led her to lose immediately.

They’d be misunderstanding the situation because here she is, traipsing to him with no remorse whatsoever. Mien ebullient on the vastness of her desire to affright him; too rambunctious it almost makes her stupor.

It’s as if her eyes were The Gates of Hell, as Peter could see her irises burn with imprudence through dark eyes. And if he looked closely he swore her pupils had gone thin as a tendril, though keeping its diamond shape.

She’s aroused – aroused on grandeur.

Her crowbar collides with his arm. The impact barely hurts him – having to feel much more painful things land on his arm. Black Cat’s vacant hand attempts to claw at his stomach, but he’s quick to his feet to dodge it and knock the crowbar off her hands.

“Let’s play fair then, shall we?” he says deeply, clasping the crowbar from the ground before bending it in the middle.

Her mouth parts slightly – though unsure if it was because of the bent crowbar toppling to the ground, or how his muscles flexed beneath his suit.

“Alright,” she nods, smirking. “Suddenly treating me as an equal, huh? Finally occurred to you that women can fight just as good as men?”

When he says nothing, she runs towards him, claws enticing for a harsh bite of his scarred skin. Black Cat raises her fist, almost hitting his left cheek if it weren’t for his hand acting so quickly and turning her around.

Peter pulls her back to his chest. Learning from his mistake, his hand only holds the back of hers, the other slowly creeping on dip between the side of her ribcage and waist.

“Oh, I knew women can fight just as good as men do,” he whispers on her ear as she struggles to wry herself out of his tight grasp. Sharply, his hand reaches up to wrap itself around her neck, fingers gently pressing down so as to not choke her. “I just think it wasn’t fair for you to bring your crowbar around with your pretty nails, angel.”

There it was again. Angel.

Playing along, she feigns herself, pretending to melt into his grasp. “Well then you can’t use those annoying webs of yours.”

Her hand comes up to claw on his left webshooter, prying the material off his wrist. The action causes her to rip the spandex that covers his wrist to his whole hand.

Flexing his hand, Peter cranes his neck until he hears a small crack before she chases Black Cat, who began sprinting away.

She carelessly claws herself up until she reaches the same skylight he got into. Flinging himself to the roof, his feet clumsily land on the pavement before running again.

With the perfect view of your back, his delusions lead him to wonder aloud whether her hair had a sensibility of its own, lashing gracefully and curling in delight, like a cat's tail.

The chase feels familiar; a sense of déjà vu running through, he realizes he’s in the same situation he was a few nights ago when he tried to chase her down to claim the ring from her shrewd paws.

Except this time, just before she could jump off the roof, his right webshooter aims itself for her back, tugging her to his direction.

Peter sees her again, her hands stuck between their chest, his arm around her waist.

The sun had barely started to set. He can ascertain her features from the sunlight rather than the shadows, owing to the mellow glare of the sun's warmth..

He'd never realized angels had such sharp cheekbones – such defined attributes, as if she were a perfectly sculpted goddess in a museum. He had no idea how plump her lips were, nearly demanding for a kiss; never realized that her eyes were drowning in abundant moroseness.

But in that sea of sadness, there was a boat — it was her, paddling and pushing to keep herself alive. Because the sea was getting higher and higher, and with that tough determination to prove herself, she keeps on rowing and rowing and rowing.

The ring in her palm is long forgotten as he continues to stare at her beneath the soft light of the setting sun.

“I don't do these things because I want to, but because I have to,” she repeats, almost desperately. “I have a gun to the back of my head, Spider. There’s a man behind it ready to pull the trigger.”

There’s a tear threatening to spill on the fissure of her eyes, drowning itself in her internal pity and fear that masks itself as a stoic woman that has a job to do.

He softens. “Are they going to kill you if you don’t give them the ring?” he asks carefully. “Because if so, you can have it.”

She shakes her head. “That’s not it,” she replies, looking down to the ground. His hand carefully clasp itself on her joint hands. “I lured you away from the gallery because they could see you and I had – I had to let them think that you got away.”

Peter’s eyes narrow in confusion. “What?”

“Just analyze the clue,” she whispers. “Just figure it out. You’ll be able to see me again.”

“When can I see you again?”

Her expression said it all. It's all too familiar: the trepidation, the assumption, the desire for divulgence.

It reminds him of you, back before you left him. And for a split second, it felt like he was staring right into your eyes.

You.

Before he knows it, Peter lets you her go.

As she disappears, his mind wonders back to the painting behind him. What once was a clean yet devotional masterpiece was now tainted with her revenge. The longer he stared, the more he pondered whether she, like Lucifer, had been exiled and left isolated to languish in self-pity before she's seething with indignation, a hunger for buoyant self-worth and insurmountable power.

-

The next day, Peter returns to the gallery.

Artworks from the night before still remain in its place, as if no ruckus had occurred. The door was unlocked, allowing him to helplessly enter the gallery unforeseen.

As he saunters his way to the back, he sees that all too familiar hair swaying gracefully.

“(y/n),”

You turn around, taking his breath away.

You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.

Those few days he spent seeking for you ended just as suddenly as you vanished on him. And he hadn't expected to see you so soon after losing her. Again.

Sleepless nights devoted to saying sweet nothings to himself; full of charlatan vows that he'd seen you again. Perhaps this is what happens when you let fate continue its unabated job.

But...why isn't he as elated as he presumed to be upon your accession?

You’re here, in front of him, like he hastily wished every single night until now.

“Peter?” you call out incredulously. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

I chased a cat inside the gallery who tried to ruin the painting you were looking at and I’m trying to look for any signs of damage before people blame me again. “My – A friend of mine went here yesterday and they said I should come and visit.”

You nod, your hands sheepishly ribbing your cuticles. Your nails were no longer Stilettos (he'd never admit to anybody that he'd done extensive nail study). Instead, they were unpolished, exposing the chipped distal margins and gritty body. “That’s great,” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “My – this is my art show.”

Peter gasps silently, his hands clenched to prevent himself from telling you about the previous night's events — that he'd been there, generating the commotion. “Really?”

Smart. Knows her mythology. Hella pretty and hella artistic. Can she get any hotter?

If he had known you longer, the painting of Atë underneath the bright spotlight that looked exactly like the one in the museum might have shown an essence of you to him.

It was like your own way of presenting the neglected goddess in the limelight, which not only you, but those who attended, could respect.

You should be in there, he wanted to tell you. Letting people admire your grace and indisputable elegance next to those pretty things.

Did you just call her a 'thing'?

What?! No! I was...complimenting her...

Objectifying a woman is not ‘complimenting' her. Aunt may taught you better than that!

What was I supposed to call her?

I dunno. Flower? Because when you see her your heart blooms like a flower?

“Yes!” you say excitedly. “It gave me the opportunity to show people what I created, y’know. A close friend of mine owned the studio and he, uh, let me borrow it for the day.”

“That’s cool,” he smiles. “Why are you staring at the painting?”

“My dad rented it for the day,” you say as nonchalant as you could, as if money were no problem. “And, uh, I think something’s wrong with it, and like I saw some grime on the floort” You scrunch your nose up. “Other than the fact that it’s tilted. But no one was here last night…”

Peter is smitten with the crinkles on your nose, and his adoration swiftly elevates him off the ground. But his perceptions quickly draw him back to the ground that had been spoiled by his blood the night prior, reminding him of his atrocities and his sudden ambivalence.

“What?” he chuckles wryly, watching you halt in your words.

“There’s a piece of paper,” you whisper, pointing at the corner of the painting. “You see that?”

Not once had he seen Black Cat slip in a piece of paper behind the painting. But right now, from your disclosure, he wonders if maybe he’d taken his eyes off her even just for a split second enough for her to slip it in.

Before he could reach out to claim it himself, you saunter your way toward the painting, plucking the piece of paper from behind.

Peter stands beside you, peering over your shoulder.

Written gracefully in perfect loops of cursive, was what could possibly be Black Cat’s handwriting on the torn piece of burnt parchment. Your hand carefully holds the delicate paper on the supple skin of your palm, holding it on the space between the two of you.

The eyes is no amity; unship the molarity, enured the evil.

“Just analyze the clue,”

Peter turns to face you, the same shock etched on his face. “Look. I don’t know if you know this, but Black Cat stormed in here last night.”

You almost drop the paper in your hand, looking up at him with an almost distraught look on your face. “What?”

He nods, vigorously, speaking before he could realize what he was saying. “Yeah. People saw Spider-Man and Black Cat come out from the skylight and they said they were like – chasing each other around.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he reiterates. “I think maybe this is a clue. For where we can catch her. Or like some clue she left for Spider-Man.”

“Don’t you think we should just call Spider-Man when we see him and tell him he’s got a clue to solve?”

“Trust me, we’d be doing him a favor. The guy may be strong and hot but he’s definitely lacking some-” his finger taps his temple thrice, exaggerating a shrug, “-up here.”

You pout. “That’s kind of true. I saw him swing straight into a wall.” His face flushes red in embarrassment. “Then maybe we should analyze the clue.” You say. “Just figure it out.”

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FOR HYUNJIN (Or anyone you’d like) Make him a fragile prince that is dominated by the rebellious princess from the opposing kingdom

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LITTLE PRINCE || H.H

Warnings: femdom!reader, sub!hyunjin, prince!hyunjin, virgin!hyunjin, corruption, humiliation, praise, degrading, dry/ wet (?) humping, penetration, edging, orgasm (both), dirty talk, overstimulation, masochistic things, slight dumbification, slight spit kink, unprotected sex (just bc condoms don’t exist in this universe doesn’t mean it doesn’t exit in ours!!), use of servants, fluff if you squint.

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“I’m sorry princess,” you glance at your servant with a bored expression, shifting on the uncomfortable sheets with a novel in hand. “I’ll get you new sheets right away.” and with a bow she rushed off, finally leaving you alone in utter silence to finish reading on the itchy comforter.

You didn’t want this lifestyle, but you were born into royalty with no choice. Following behind your parents at every meeting, forced to have a polite smile on your face as they passive aggressively spoke to the kingdoms surrounding yours. But you were tired of faking it, no more polite smiles for the public, more leaving the house without guards; causing you to be under watch almost 24/7.

The princes that came around would always stare you down like a slab of meat; except for one, the Hwang family. Their son would never look you in the eyes, whether it be across the long dinner table or across a ballroom, the shy boy could never meet your gaze, and you loved it. You didn't even know his name, he was too shy to come up to you and you were too busy straightening your posture.

It wasn’t clear if it was because you were known as the Northern kingdom's troubled princess, or just because you were pretty. Either way, you felt powerful knowing that you could make the pretty prince cower away just by looking at him.

“Sorry to disturb again princess,” you huff and roll your eyes as your servant places your new sheets down, gesturing to get off the bed so she could replace the got awful set with a new one.

You watched as she smoothed out the sheets before standing straight, speaking to you about today's schedule. “The Hwang family is coming over for dinner, your mother said to get ready. If you need any assist-” you put up your hand stopping her sentence, “That will be all.” With a quick bow, she leaves.

You shut your book with a sigh. For the first time today you grinned, but not a very happy grin; a devious one. It’s gets so boring in the castle, you were tired of reading in your room all day, no one to keep you company, only an old black cat that would sometimes stop by on your terrace.

You step to your closet, opening it to look for that dress. The dress you decided to wear around the Hwang's only son when your boredom hit rock bottom; it was time. The long white over-the-shoulder sheer sleeves and a long fitted white satin bodice with a draped neckline, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement; only imagining the things you'd get away with.

You changed into a black matching lingerie set, a complete contrast to the pearly white gown you slid over your head. You let your hair down, framing your face the way it should. A small diamond necklace made its way around your neck, matching the earrings that came with it.

You felt beautiful as you rolled on perfume. You knew your parents would look at you strangely, you never put on your best gowns for dinner. You gave up after your mother wanted you to change your gown colors for every event. Eventually, you refused the servants’ help to get dressed, it was either you got yourself dressed or simply wouldn’t eat. This never stopped the servants from asking every time.

You rushed out of the room, almost slipping in your cream-colored socks as you head the grand doors open and close. Making the effort to compose yourself before walking down the stairs. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, there he was, shaking your father’s hand with that charming smile. “Oh! Darling, you look beautiful!” His eyes look over at you as your mother dramatically gasps.

Your eyes never leave his form as he adverts his gaze and stares down at his dress shoes. The boy flinches as his father smacked his back, “Introduce yourself to the princess.” His eyes widen at his father’s words and he quickly bows, still not a word said to you. You couldn’t help but chuckle, as he straightened his posture. Holding out a manicured hand out, he quickly takes it and holds it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to your warm skin. You part your lips slightly at the feeling of his plush lips against your hands, you almost didn’t hear him introduce himself.

“H-Hyunjin-” he’s cut off by his father pinching him, “You’re a prince son.” You smile as the boy clumsily corrects himself, “ah- prince Hyunjin, sorry.” Your grin widens as you hold your hand up to his lips once more, he looks surprised before pecking your skin again, blushing at the unexpected action. “I’m y/n,” “Honey-” you roll your eyes, “Yeah yeah I’m a princess, shall we eat now?” You take your hand away from his lips and walk towards the dining room, swaying your hips elegantly with every step.

Hyunjin felt hot in his brand new white and gold suit. Your gaze always made him feel nervous, you looked like you could devour him at any given moment. You were so pretty and it made his ears turn red. Not ever having felt this way before, it confused him how you made him feel things he's never felt.

“May I sit next to you Hyunjin?” You asked him as your parents sat at the head of the table. “O-oh, yes of course.” You’ve never sat next to him at a dinner, always across from him or several seats away. The smell of your perfume made his mind fuzzy as he slid your chair out for you. You hummed at the gesture, “So polite of you.” Your tone made him shiver as he sat down in the seat next to you.

The servants flooded in with trays of food as well as wine “So y/n, how’s school?” You frowned at Mrs. Hwang’s words. “I’m homeschooled, nothing much to be excited over.” You flicked your hand to signal the servant your glass was full enough. Hyunjin couldn’t help but stare as the white wine reached your lips. “Does Hyunjin go to school?” He loved the way you talked about him as if he wasn’t next to you, speaking about him with no honorifics made him feel like nothing in the hands of you.

Despite being the same age, you seemed much more mature, he didn’t know why but it made his member start to harden in his pants. Hyunjin gasped lowly at the unfamiliar feeling, gaining only your attention. He silently panicked, confused as to what's happening as you starred at his growing bulge, taking sips of your wine as if it didn't affect you.

You set your glass down as the adults conversed amongst themselves. “Oh honey, happened for you to end up like this?” You whispered into his ear with a small chuckle as he sucked in a breath. Your hand planted itself on his knee, patting as you spoke once more, "Don't worry, I'll help you." sliding your hand upwards to his thigh as you softly squeezed. Hyunjin's breath hitched at the touch, “Mother, can I give Hyunjin a tour of the castle?” Your mother nodded, brushing you off as you got up and grabbed his hand. “Cover your little... problem.” You whispered. He gulped as he tried his best to lower his suit jacket while he got up, letting you drag him out the dining room; clumsy bowing to the servants on the way upstairs.

Hyunjin’s gaze never left the floor as you closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it swiftly before turning to face him. “Why so shy?” You chuckled, walking up to him and slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor as you smile at him kindly.

“P-princess, I’m sorry- I don’t know why my body did… it’s n-nev-” He was cut off by your soft hand caressing his cheek comfortingly. “Oh, that’s okay sweetheart. You  actually did so well controlling yourself back there. I'm surprised, for a virgin who's barely allowed to have friends you're very composed.” Hyunjin flushed and let you sit him down on your freshly made bed, standing in between his legs as he looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I give you an award?” you tilted your head. “For what, princess?” His voice trembled with curiosity as you patted his hair softly, “For being such a good boy Hyunjin.” He watched as you took off your jewelry, absentmindedly throwing them to the floor as you spoke. “What kind of a-award, princess?” The boy gulped as you chuckled, caressing his satin-clad shoulders slowly. “I’m gonna take care of this little problem in your pants. Is that’s okay with you?”

Hyunjin winced as his member twitched at your words, he watched as you licked your lips at the sight. “I bet it hurts, hm?” He nodded with furrowed brows, not used to the feeling of being so aroused. “Let’s ease your pain.” Hyunjin jumped as you unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers with one swift motion. He sighed in relief as the tension dispersed slightly, but he was still feeling uncomfortable; the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his sensitive tip.

“Have you ever came before?” You ask, sliding out of your gown as he gaped at you physique, the way the black laced clothing hugged your body in ways that made his breathing uneven. “I- uh,” you smiled as he stuttered, eyes never stopping from drinking you in. “I asked you a question Hyunjin.” You speak as you lightly push his shoulder, making him fall into the pillowy bed as you climb onto his lap, unbuttoning his shirt and waiting for his response. “I ha-avent. Father says- oh god.” his eyes shut as you press wet kisses to his chest, sucking at the flesh. You moan as he bucks his hips into yours unintentionally, he gasps shallowly.

“I’m sorry, I’m s-sorry princess.” Your lips trail over to his neck as he apologies over and over. “Do it again.” You demanded, grinding your hips over his as his mouth falls open at the new feeling. His hands that were lost at his side’s finally found your hips, squeezing your flesh and bucking into you. “It feels really g-good.” You smile into his skin and nip one last time before sitting up, admiring the marked skin as he grinds into you. “I know how to make it feel even better. Would you like to see?” He licks his lips and his glossy eyes flutter open, you caress his chest softly while taking in his gaze; so fucked out but barely anything has happened to him.

He nodded, letting go of your hips as you move down to your knees while he sits up, watching your every move. You take off his dress pants, looking into his eyes as you slide down his boxers; smiling up at him as his chest heaves. “You’re so big baby, who knew you’d be hiding this from me all this time.” He whimpers and you chuckle. “I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth, would you like that?” He throws his head back before looking deep into your eyes, “Please, please.” Hyunjin lets out breathlessly. You can’t help but giggle when he flinched from you grabbing his member, planting little kisses up and down his shaft as he tries his best to keep himself still.

He lets out a loud groan, throwing his head back with parted lips as you lick a long strip up his base; flicking your tongue at the underside of his achingly red tip; running your index finger over the pre-cum oozing out as he pants like a dog. You couldn’t care less if they could hear him, you were bored, horny, even a bit angry. You’ve been wanting to do this since you first saw him, it’s your parents’ fault for not letting you live.

You fully take him into your mouth and hold him at the base. Hyunjin could tell you were doing this for your own enjoyment, and that made him all the more aroused. He was trying his best to be good for you, but it was so hard. The way you looked, spoke, handled him; was all too much for his first time. He couldn’t help but blabber out nonsense. “Wanna be good for you, I-I’m trying… s-so hard.” You hummed around him, taking in his words as he whined at the vibration. You started to suck, running your hand up his thigh as the other stroked the areas of him you couldn’t reach.

He moaned and bucked, apologizing every time you gagged around him; but you loved every second. Purposely going deeper so you could choke around his length, spit ran down his cock as you drowned in his moans. The pulse in your clit was getting worse but you ignored it, moaning around his length as you tried to get friction from the air. You let his length slip out of your mouth with a pop, a string of your saliva following as you pumped him quickly.

Hyunjin finally opened his eyes to see your lust-filled orbs, staring up at him darkly as he bucked into your moving hand feverishly. “P-princess, I- I feel something.” You smiled at him comfortingly as you sped up your pace. “A-ahhh, y/n… I-I mean… oh my god.” His moans got louder and louder as you felt him twitch on your palm. But you stopped your movements and let go of his member. You with a grin watched as his cock smacked against his toned abdomen. Hyunjin whined loudly as you made no move to shut him up. His thighs shook and his dark strands stuck to his glistening forehead, looking at you with a pleading gaze and parted lips; too scared to speak.

“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” You watched him with a smirk as his cock twitched at your words. “Yes,” he swallowed dryly before continuing. “Yes, take me, princess, please.” You cooed at his desperate pleas while taking off your bra and panties, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked slit against his member as you finally smashed your lips to his. He trembles with need against your lips, feeling your clit run across his tip.

“Inside, please. I can’t… Mhm, I can’t.” He fussed, and you giggled. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and playing with the strands on his nape. “But it’s so much fun seeing you so whiny, it makes me so fucking wet seeing you beg to be inside me.” Your gaze hardened as he pouted, his bottom lip quiver slightly as his voice broke while begging for more. “Aw baby boy, don’t cry.” You giggled menacingly at his flushed pouted lips, getting more and more aroused by seeing him so upset. You reached between your two bodies and pumped him slightly as his hips bucked uncontrollably.

Hyunjin shouted profanities as you let out a breath, sliding down onto him, the stretch feeling amazing. His cock was hard as a rock as your gummy walls clenched around him, you moaned as he thrust into you; you didn’t even try to stop him and gain back control. You felt kind of bad for teasing someone this innocent so much, but you loved to see him ruined. You let him use you this one time, but he wouldn’t get off this easily.

You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Mhm, fucking into me like the pathetic little prince you are.” You smiled as he bit into your shoulder, trying to contain himself as much as he could. “Using me like this, it’s so sad how you can’t control yourself. All it took was my pussy to make you lose your mind.” His cock twitched inside you and your grin widened. “Such a pretty cock and you don’t even know how to use it? How about I let you fill me up with your cum, would that make you feel better sweetheart?” Hyunjin squeezed your body into him and he pumped his load deep inside your walls, you moaned at the feeling before pushing him back and riding him with no remorse.

His eyes squeezed shut at the overbearing pleasure, his thighs shook as your walls hugged him snugly. “P-princess! I can’t take-” you rolled your eyes, “Shut up,” you wrapped your hand around the base of his neck, using his cock as his tip hit your g-spit every time. “You think… you could cum, and I can’t? Who do you think you are?” Hyunjin whined at your words. “I-I’m sorry pr-” you tighten your grip on his neck, “Didn’t I say shut up?” He bit his lip to hold in any moans, but he was seeing stars as you clenched around him; his cum  that was pumped into you now coated his length as you rode him relentlessly.

“Mhm, your pretty little cock is gonna make me cum baby.” He let out a strangled groan and you smiled at him sweetly as you felt your muscles tense. You took one of his hands that rested on your thigh and dragged it to your cunt. “Rub me right here, finish me off Hyunjin.” The boy nodded, just wanting to please you as he sloppily rubbed at your clit. But it was more than enough from you, you squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you, causing Hyunjin’s lips to part as your walls unexpectedly milked him once again. Bucking into your cunt, riding out both of your orgasms.

After your breathing calmed, you looked down at him with a soft smile. Wiping the hair out of his face as his chest heaved. You slid yourself off of him as you hushed his whimpers, you sit on your knees next to his drained form. “You were so good and making me cum Hyunjin.” He blushed at your words, tiredly smiling with his eyes gently shut. “T-thank you, princess.” You ran your hand over his exposed chest, “Call me y/n yeah? We’re way past formalities now.”

Hyunjin’s eyes shot open when there was a knock on your door. “P-princess?” You answered the shaky servant’s voice with a calm yes, sliding on a nightgown from your draw. “The Hwangs a-are leaving and asked the prince to come down.” You glanced at Hyunjin who now had his boxers on as he looked at you with widened eyes.

“Well, tell the Hwangs that the prince is staying here tonight.” You hear the servant let out a small yes. Climbing under the covers and pulling the flushed-faced boy with you, “Do you like to read?”

masterlist

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suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.  

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

[griffintail]

hellooooo

your parental imagines are so cool! can i request dreams teenage child breaking him out of prison with the help of technoblade ( bc yknow techno owes him a favour 🥴) but you don’t have to add techno or do this request:))))))

❤️

Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy!

Prison Fight

Pairings: Parental! Dream x F! Teen! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of Explosions

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        Her father was a lot of things. She had her opinions of him.

        One of them was he was an idiot that managed to get himself locked into a prison by the one guy he’s kept under him since the beginning of his land. Tommy Innit was even more of an idiot and yet her father managed to get locked into prison by him.

        She needed to get him out now though she supposed. They took everything from him and she was the only one that could get him out. The annoying part was, she was Dream’s child and everyone was keeping an annoyingly close eye on her. She knew they wouldn’t just let her into the prison so easily either. So, she’d need a right man in this endeavor and she figured she could cash in one of her father’s favors.

        Knocking on the door, she wore a dark green cloak with her mask on as she looked around to double-check she wasn’t followed. She came unarmed so no one had a reason to follow her. The door opened and Technoblade crashed his arms as he looked at the teenager in front of him.

        “I’m here to cash in a favor.”      

        “If I remember correctly,” Techno walked into his house, (Y/N) quick to follow as she closed the door. “I owe Dream a favor, not Dream’s daughter.”

        “My father can’t exactly do shit right now. He can’t even get himself out and I can promise you, he’s tried.” She said as she rolled her eyes at the art of himself on the walls. “And everyone has an annoyingly close eye on me. They know I’ll figure something out.”

        “So that’s why you need me.” Techno leaned on the wall with crossed arms. “I don’t know if want to give the SMP land another reason to hate me.”

        “Ah, but with this plan, no one will know we organized. Mr. Blade, how good are you and Mr. Minecraft at lying?”

        Techno raised an eyebrow. He had to give the kid props; she came with a plan.

        …

        (Y/N) caught the letter the crow dropped to her and smirked. She owed a certain Mr. Minecraft a few bits of netherite and diamonds and a promise to break him out if a time ever came, but the information he gave was invaluable. Opening the letter, she had a detailed recounting of how the process to get into the prison went and everything she needed to know about the magical effects to weaken its prisoners and visitors.

        She jumped off the roof of the home she made for herself away from the people of the SMP that hated her. She’d give them a real reason to hate her now.

        …

        (Y/N) counted the time away as she stared at the clouds in the sky.

        It was a rather beautiful day today as she sat on the black roof. One hundred and twenty-eight pieces of TNT ready to blow at the mark behind her…

        “One thousand and forty…Three!” She flipped the lever before diving into the water below.

        The TNT blew and it blew up big as she grinned wickedly behind her mask at the clouds of explosions and the sound it gave.  It really was a nice day.

        Techno would have been in the cell for two minutes if he didn’t piss around as she told him and according to Phil’s timing. So, taking out her trident, she ran from the scene and hid, once more counting away the time as the prison went onto a panicked lockdown protocol. She needed to give Techno time to make it seem he wasn’t making a plan and to explain the plan to Dream.

        After an hour and a half exactly, she made her way to the prison. Sam would no be preoccupied and this was the moment. She slipped the codes from her pocket, smirking.

        “Thank you, father dearest.” She giggled, having raided Dream’s space to find anything useful.

        Useful indeed.

        Using what Phil saw and the codes Dream had from Sam, she practically waltzed right in through the guard’s entrances. Sam was nowhere in sight and the lava wall was down, which meant Techno already did his part.

        “Seventy-two-degree angle and…in we go.” (Y/N) threw her pearl through the lava, landing on the other side in front of the cell barrier where the pearl shattered into sparks.

        “He wasn’t lying.” Dream laughed, his hands and clothes slightly bloodied.

        “What did you think, he simply came to visit to have a go with you? Honestly father, use your head.” She laughed, handing him some pearls.

        He used one to get on the other side of the barrier and grinned as she smirked behind her mask.

        “Now, seventy-two degrees exactly.” She told him before they both got out of the cell. “And out we go!”

        Both of them ran through the access points, (Y/N) closing them all behind them before they managed out into the night air.

        “Freedom.” Dream laughed. “Techno’s not going to be very happy though about the fight.”

        “He better be happy; I’m paying him with my own rewards on top of relieving him of his favor willingly.” (Y/N) huffed as she took off a spare trident, handing it to Dream.

        “It was a very clever plan and no traces left behind.”

        “I learned from the best.” She bowed mockingly. “Now, I have a home where the fools of this land won’t find us. Let’s get there and you can assume your power once more.”

        “Let’s.”

        He trained his daughter well and she would easily rule the people of this land. They didn’t know what was about to hit them.

[nnatsume]

i can see those headcanons 👁 pls share gym leader natsume headcanons 👉👈 (he'd have a mismagius wouldn't he, nice mix of ghost and psychic,,then maybe a dark type like umbreon?) ~🌹rosie

↳ ❝ [ POKÈSTARS — NATSUME ED. ] ¡! ❞

a / n; i go completely crazy when it comes to combining my interests. and pokemon is one of them . i have. i have so many things .IT'S NOT NECESSARILY GYM LEADER STUFF THAOYDHAHD these are all over the place sorru i took some of these from my 3am screamimgs

natsume is originally from the unova region but moved to alola with his mother for business reasons. they still have their fortune telling thing going on, but this time they employ the help of psychic pokemon as well.

his mother has a hypno, and instead of two cats they have an umbreon and an espeon. they're just like. weird housecats. not for fighting. just for petting. and sometimes they help with fortune telling.

natsume's team: i latched onto entries.

mismagius: "it chants incantations. while they usually torment targets, some chants bring happiness." (x & y) natsume's speech is precisely to throw people off. they're literally meant to be. my headcanon is that that was his first pokemon!!

zoroark: "each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. they protect their lair with illusory scenery." (x & y) and actually not bc it's one of my favourites. natsume bamboozles ppl frequently.

musharna: "the mist emanating from their foreheads is packed with the dreams of people and pokémon." (black & white)

rotom: "its body is composed of plasma. it is known to infiltrate electronic devices and wreak havoc." (diamond & pearl) rememeber the whole "kidnapping alkaloid and forcing them to play your ssvr game"? i think that would be easy with a rotom.

chandelure: "this pokémon haunts dilapidated mansions. it sways its arms to hypnotize opponents with the ominous dancing of its flames." (sword & shield) headcanon that he caught his chandelure in tsumugi's house.

alolan raichu: "it unleashes electric shocks that can reach 100,000 volts. when agitated, it can knock out even an indian elephant." (sun) apparently indian elephants exist in pokemon. but alolan raichu is so switchcore..

his battle theme would be something like yo dj pump this party! it sounds really switch-y okay. it sounds kinda electric if you know what i'm talking about.

i'm thinking he'd do something like the shinsekai or contrarian magician for a pose since that's his signature. and also a sore loser. tries to be smooth but speaks through grit teeth. something like "next time i'll make you never want to fight agAIN."

when he wins he gets kinda arrogant. a la, "it's just like the future foreTOLD—don't look so dejected, yeAH?", wears the classic natsume smirk. he's nasty about it but will help you to the pokémon center if you need it.

he's super stacked on berries and potions and effects and always happy to lend some, because his mom makes a metric ton, but he doesn't use them himself. he wants to beat people with raw power and strategy. he uses other items to amplify skills though, he likes the stones for example—switching between ghostium z and psychium z! or even just a dry stone or a damp stone if he's feeling effect to annoy his enemies.

not home very often. this time instead of holing himself up in the secret room he's practicing with his pokemon outside. his dream is to join the elite 4. and make it elite 5, if you know what i mean. that would be the eccentrics.

he's sora's neighbour. and sora is a small kid that dresses like a helioptile—they established themselves as team switch (like team rocket!) because sora wanted to help natsume fulfill his goal if he taught him how to talk to pokemon like he does.

tsumugi works at a prominent library owned by his parents, and he's the guy who gets team switch wired into all the championships and professional fights through his connections. so they count him as part of team switch too, even though he's usually just chilling outside of the fighting ring with his swablu!

more cute stuff: natsume's zoroark can lead conversation! you know how that one zoroark turned into nurse joy and spoke? yup. just like that, natsume taught it a couple words. they talk sometimes, but most conversation is non-verbal because they're very in sync. i'm just thinking of natsume napping under a tree with it. <3

he's frequently called to tsumugi's house for a deep cleaning of ghost-types. their house is very old and they tend to swarm to it—one night, tsumugi called him over because the light kept flicking on and off in his kitchen—turns out it was a chandelure playing with the chandelier lights.

his mother's hypno is very popular, despite the bad rep it has in other places! they like to take it on walks through the city and bless people's dreams at night.

their umbreon is worse than every cat because not only does it tip over all the vases and pots but it can also false swipe you. natsume had to stick all the fragile things in place so it wouldn't destroy everything. espeon in turn is a very peaceful pokemon that likes to chill in whatever bed it finds! joins natsume on his training rounds sometimes, and helps him by being his combatant if sora isn't there to help out.

favourite place is probably in the proximitry of tapu lele! because of it's healing aura/scales. he finds that relaxing and he can go on with his practice for longer since it keeps him energized—very practical—sometimes it drops a scale for him on purpose because he's a frequent visitor. he knows not to get too close or on it's nerves, though.

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

BNHA X DP Crossover HCs

After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general. 

Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more. 

Anyways, happy reading, folks!

Mr. Lancer

Hero name: Mr. Scholastic

Quirk: Bookworm

Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.

Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times. 

Danny

Hero name: Phantom 

Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)

Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.

Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!

Sam

Hero Name: Black Dahlia 

Quirk: Overgrown 

Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.

Tucker

Hero name: Tech Master

Quirk: Tech Core

Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.

Valerie

Hero name: Red Huntress

Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)

She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).

Jazz 

Quirk: Serenity 

Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.

She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)

Dash

Hero name: Rager

Quirk: Strength Magnification

Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore. 

Kwan

Hero name: Rallier 

Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)

Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output. 

Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.  

Paulina

Hero name: Enchantress

Quirk: Charm

If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.

Star

Hero name: Ms. Meteorite

Quirk: Comet

Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.

Poindexter

Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!) 

Quirk: Slapstick

His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense. 

Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items. 

Wes Weston

Hero name: Vigilance

Quirk: Deduction

He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and  exploit against problems. 

Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not. 

Amber Mclain

Hero Name: Ember

Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)

Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse. 

Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings. 

Dani

Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)

Quirk: Poltergeist 

Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.

Clockwork

Hero Name: Clockwork

Quirk: Time Keeper

Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.

Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period. 

Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker

Hero Name: The Green Knight

Quirk: Mineralization 

His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage. 

Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.

James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)

Hero name: Warden Wraith

Quirk: Plasma Apparatus

His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse. 

Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).

Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion. 

Skulker

Villain name: Quirk Hunter

Quirk: Tracker

The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.

Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous 

Nicolai Technus 

Villain Name: Technus 

Quirk: Technopathy

A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target. 

Vlad Masters

Name: Vlad Plasmius

Quirk: Vampire

Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.

Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival. 

Bruce Guiles (Bullet)

Hero Name: Bullet 

Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish

Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.

Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together. 

Vortex

Hero Name: Vortex

Quirk: Storm Warning

Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus. 

Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.

Petra Eris

Hero name: Pandora

Quirk: Butterfly Effect

Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle. 

One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor. 

Johnny 

Vigilante name: Johnny 13

Quirk: Unlucky

Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.

Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3

Kitty

Vigilante name: Kitty

Quirk: Lovesick

Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender. 

Pariah Dark

Villain name: King Pariah

Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation 

Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process. 

Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist. 

Frederick Kingsmen

Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight

Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion

Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still. 

Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as  scratch on the knight. 

Rodolfo Gonzalo  

Hero name: Wulf

Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)

Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past. 

Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf. 

Overgrown

Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown

Quirk: Plant Manipulation

Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question. 

Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.

That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover! 

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Desert Flower

Jafar x black!reader

word count: 406

summary: Jafar asks reader to be his date to the ball and she gives him an answer that isn’t quite so satisfying... for either of them.

a/n: we stan the Marwan Kenzari portrayal of Jafar bc power hungry kings? 🥰 I could write more for this, but it all just depends on inspiration and how well it does notewise. red text is Jafar’s perspective. enjoy your blurb!

edit: fixed some typos. happy you guys like this!

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“Well uh, thank you, Jafar, that is very kind of you - I would be delighted to attend the ball with you,” I smile awkwardly and edge my way around him, not making eye contact. “I uh, unfortunately, do not have a proper outfit for the occasion, and have also set out the night to have some much-needed self-care and studying time, otherwise I would accompany you there. Again, terribly sorry - I just... can’t.” I whip around the corner before he can stop me, and run once I know I’m not being followed.

I just said no to Jafar. Rejected him. Ran away from him. Am I ungrateful? I’m sure some people would think so, but what am I supposed to do? There’s no way I could ever show up to something like that, and with my appearance? I’m just a commoner! I hold no royal rank. And with him? No chance. That’s way too many eyes on me and I would rather die. I’m not really sure what Jafar’s deal is, but considering he’s the Sultan’s advisor, he should be good enough at reading people to know that me and social settings? Don’t agree.

But... part of me wishes I had said yes. He’s attractive. Powerful. Intelligent. I can’t help but become flustered under his gaze, and it doesn’t help that I’m almost always in close proximity to him given I’m one of Princess Jasmine’s ladies-in-waiting. Though, I highly doubt most other ladies-in-waiting discuss academia rather than dresses, jewels and handsome princes. It feels nice to not be expected to be a girls’ girl. I appreciate being welcomed into the lap of luxury, but it means more knowing that I earned my spot by staying true to myself and honing my intellect and knowledge.

I could never tell Princess Jasmine of the effect Jafar has on me, she wouldn’t understand. She despises the man with a passion, and I feel for her, I really do. But my baser instincts can’t let me ignore the fire I feel in my body every time I’m near him, or the white-hot awareness of his touch when he just barely grazes my arm with his finger when speaking to me. If I could blush, I’m sure I would always look like a mess in front of him. Maybe someday I’ll have more oomph to my step and just the right amount of confidence to be upfront with him about my attraction, but for now, I’m content with stealing glances when I can without falling apart.

“Iago...” Jafar murmurs, “Follow her home. Make sure she gets there safe.” He pets his parrot gently as he says, “I don’t want any harm coming to my desert flower. I don’t believe her answer was final.” Iago takes off, wings flapping, then gliding on a hot gust of wind into the golden sunset that makes the skin of the woman he covets glow like gold, shine like honey. A true rarity. Once alone, Jafar says to himself, “She is my diamond in the rough.”

[koukouture]

Rating Genshin character designs pt.1

I am by no means a professional character designer, hell I’m not even a professional artist (I’m self taught) but I just really wanna do this become Genshin Impact is home to some of my favourite character designs and some that I fucking hate. So let’s get into them 

Jean

I fucking hate it

Don’t get me wrong, I love Jean, she carries my fucking team and I’ve maxed out my friendship with her. She’s a great character and has a great presence in the story, I can see why a lot of characters respect her, and I really hope to see more of her. 

But what the fuck is this design???

Basic blonde bitch face, I don’t even fucking know what’s going on with her outfit. I just really really really REALLY hate her tights. I don’t know why, but I have a vendetta against tights. Maybe it’s because I grew up in BC where girls consider tights to be fashionable, but I fucking hate tights. White tights especially since more often than not they’re transparent. 

I don’t know what it is, but I just don’t vibe with the colour scheme, ya feel me? There’s a rule with character design that I learned, which is have one main colour, and then have a secondary colour, and then have other colours that support those two colours. Jean is like... I can’t tell is her main colour is white or blue. The colour placement is sort of all over the place. 

Jean is just basic and it just doesn’t stand out when you compare her to the other characters. I just feel like she should look better than this, she’s the acting grandmaster of the knights for crying out loud, and yet she looks like a generic background character. 

She looks like Saber from the Fate series, I feel like she’s just so plain and there wasn’t really anything put into her design. Her in game model looks a bit better but it’s still kinda ‘meh.’

Like what does this outfit tell you about the character? Nothing! She doesn’t look like a powerful figure, you can’t tell she’s gentle and graceful, it doesn’t tell you that she’s a leader or tells you about how she carries herself. All her design says is “Hi I’m disposable blonde with a sword no. 235″ 

With all of the negatives, I do have to say that her design does a good job of directing you to look at her face. The colar and the way her hair frames her face is great but then again, her face isn’t much to look at. 

Kaeya

Ok, we have so much to unpack here because I LOVE Kaeya’s design

I mean look at him! Right away you can tell what he’s like! He screams shady, flirty, and eccentric! 

One qualm I do have is that he looks more like a pirate than a knight, with the fur, buckles, and details, but I guess that’s fine. At least he doesn’t look basic or forgettable. And the design is a bit confusing but even then it still tells you a lot about him. 

The colour placement is smart and he looks very cohesive and put together, nothing looks out of place. Kaeya’s tanned skin contrasts the cooler values perfectly and I’m honestly sad that we don’t get to see him too much. 

It’s really a shame Kaeya isn’t more important and that Mihoyo doesn’t promote him the way they do the other characters (Noelle, Diluc, Zhongli, Xiangling and Fischl) He’s even overlooked by the community which is kind of sad. 

Real talk though he kind of reminds me of Sinbad from Magi. Maybe not the same level of himbo energy, but the whole shady, manipulative, womanizer that pretends to be good thing is there. 

But yeah, Kaeya’s design is great and I love him so much plz give him more screen time-

Albedo 

They really did my boy dirty. Seriously, he looks so fucking fine in all of his art, but then you have his in game model and he looks all greasy and weird. Someone said that Albedo with the adult male model would have worked better and honestly I agree. 

But anyways! Let’s talk design!

Albedo’s colour scheme is simple but works well together, he very much looks like someone who works in a lab with his long white coat, but other than that he looks like a swordsman. It works really well for him since he is a captain in the knights of favonious as well as an alchemist. 

That’s all well and good, it tells you his occupation but it doesn’t really tell you about his personality. Like if I were to show you this guy without any context, you’d assume he’s kind and gentle soul. Which is kind of true (depends on who he’s interacting with) but we know Albedo to be analytical and sort of brisk and cold. Not cruel by any means, but he’s not very nice and gentle either. 

Overall very nice, I like it a lot, I really wanna have a coat like that, 7/10 solid design. 

Diluc

It’s... it’s kinda meh. Is he hot? Absolutely he’s smoldering, but I just... I don’t know. You can tell that he’s rich and all of that since he’s sort of wearing a suit, but that’s it. I also really hate that they didn’t give him coattails, I think coattails would have carried this rich untouchable vibe better. The weird fur is just kind of tacky. 

I feel like giving his outfit more red would help him immensely, I’m not digging the white, it’s just there. For no reason. I guess it helps to break up all the black, but giving him a red vest would have easily done the same thing while staying true to him. He has red on his gloves, why not put a bit more on his body?

I guess my point is more red accents would do him good. Diluc is recognizable, but it’s mostly thanks to his hair. If I gave him a different outfit with the same colours it wouldn’t really change much. He lacks things like like Kaeya’s details or Albedo’s coat that make him really memorable. You could have a character who looks different, but I think to be truly memorable it’s gotta sell the character and suit them. 

Overall, his design is sort of overrated in my opinion.

Ningguang 

Ok ok queen alert I love her so much. Ningguang doesn’t just look hot her design sells her so well I love her. 

You can tell that she’s ruch, elegant, and powerful. The white, gold and black just go so well together and the way it’s placed is just aaaaahhhhh she’s so pretty what the hell. I strive to make a character that looks this good. 

I just have no idea what’s going on with her shorts. That’s like my only complaint. Just give her regular booty shorts? Like Beidou’s? You don’t need the diamonds, if you wanted them you could make it like a pattern. 

But other than that she really looks like she rules a country. She’s just so pretty omg. 

Design aside, Ningguang deserved to be a five star, she’s so strong like there’s a guy who’s Ningguang can so 29k per crystal with her ult. Ningguang has such a strong presence within the game compared to Kequing and Ganyu who are just sort of there. Ningguang is one of the few characters who get a 10/10 in performance, design, and character wise. I love her. 

Beidou

Another queen. I am so whipped for Beidou and Ningguang guys it’s not even funny-

Anyways I love Beidou so much, I love her dress her colour scheme, she’s just so cool. The black and red is consistent and well placed unlike SOME OTHER CHARACTER. 

You can tell that she’s a pirate, that she’s a strong warrior and idk why but she just screams laid back lesbian aunt. Those are the vibes I get from her. I love her. You can’t tell in this image, but she has anchors on the back of her gloves and it’s a really nice touch that adds to her as a pirate. 

The hairstyle, her outfit, the eye patch, Beidou is just iconic and so easy to recognize. I remember not knowing anything about Genshin impact but I saw some advertisements for it and Beidou’s design really stuck with me because I recognized her when I got her. 

Another one of the few who get a 10/10 in all aspects. Love her, and I can’t wait to set sail for Inazuma with her.

[ppersonna]

too good to be true - ksj

you're just too good to be true. i can't take my eyes off you.  you'd be like heaven to touch, i want to hold you so much - cant take my eyes off of you, frankie valli & the four seasons

↳ summary- Kim Seokjin loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 4.8k

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ genre- fluffy af, smut, so much fluff it’s actually gross how cute

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, dirty talk, emotional(?) sex, too much love it will rot ur teeth, oral sex (m/f receiving) unprotected sex (bc theyre established!!! be safe friends), established relationship, domestic af, jin is a big ol softy, 

↳ a/n-  damn this fic came out of nowehere. i started writing and then suddenly i had over 4k words.  enjoy domestic, fluffy, in love jazz singer jin!

Kim Seokjin is quite sure he’s never met, and never will meet another being like you. 

There’s lust and infatuation.  And then, there’s something more that lies on the spectrum of affection and Jin falls right at the farthest end, clear past love and into something beyond. What he feels for you is something he can’t speak with words, it isn’t tangible or physical. It’s a quiet sort of love, but powerful. It fuels his very being, pumping blood through his veins and firing neurons through synapses.  

Kim Seokjin is sure he will never love another as much as he loves you. 

He can’t pinpoint exactly when he knew he loved you. It happened slowly, over time. All he knows is that when it hit him, it hit him like a brick wall.

He loves the way you leave him silly voicemails when he’s at work, bringing a smile to his face after a long night of singing at the bar. 

He loves the way your hair somehow ends up everywhere when you sleep, and all your bobby pins cover every inch of your shared home. 

He’s obsessed with the way your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink anytime he tells you he loves you or how beautiful you are, although he does it every single day and has for the last five years.  You still act as if it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it. 

Maybe Jin loves the way you make him feel. Like it’s still as exciting as your first date, but comfortable as if you’ve been together for decades. He loves that you still stir a fire in his belly like none other, and can comfort him with words you know will heal all wounds. 

He remembers the heartbreak, and that the relationship hasn’t always been easy. He remembers the fights, how your loving passion turned into fury. Jin still carries scorch marks in his soul from the day he left you, watching you cry on your porch from the rear-view mirror.  “It’s too much,” he had told you. Jin had never been more wrong in his life. 

The enormity of it all hits Jin now, as he’s standing at the counter of the jewelry store. The way the diamonds flicker in the light remind him of the way your eyes sparkle at him. He sees you in everything he does, couldn’t help but to find you in his daily life. 

Jin texts his best friends, securing their help.  He has a plan and wants it to go off without a hitch. 

He’s singing tonight at the jazz club, his backing band is aware of the slight changes to the lineup. He needs you to be there, wants to treat you to a special night tailored for you. 

Jimin, your best friend, agrees to get you to the club with as little suspicion as possible. Jimin is good at sweet talking you, almost as good as he is at sweet talking Jin.  You both have trouble resisting the dancer. 

Jin’s eyes are waltzing along the pristine glass counters, stopping occasionally to look at a ring. He takes a while to decide. Most of the rings are almost right. They’re the right style, but the wrong cut.  The right cut, but not in the setting he knows you want.  He’s stalked your Pinterest feed enough now to know what you want down to a T. 

Then he sees it. Set on a burgundy pillow in the furthest cabinet from the salesman.  The stone is gorgeous, cushion cut and halo moissanite like you prefer. You don’t like real diamonds, don’t like the idea of blood literally on your hands, and Jin loves you for it. 

He points to the ring, and the salesman complies, and Jin has it sized correctly and buys all the extra protections. He has a special heirloom ring box to present to you, vintage style and gorgeous, just like you. 

Jin gives the ring and box to Namjoon, his trusted best friend.  Namjoon, who is also his trumpet player in the jazz band, will bring it with him tonight and have it ready to go for the moment Jin is most excited for. 

He arrives back home to find you stretched out on the floor, practicing yoga. He can’t help but grin as he watches you practice your downward facing dog, upward face, chaturanga and return to standing. You make every sun salutation look effortless, and he loses himself in the way your body moves and folds in your leggings and tank top. 

“Oh, hi!” you squeak as you see him through your legs of your downward facing dog. 

He winks at you and approaches. “I like this angle.”

You blush.  His favorite color is the one your cheeks bloom to when he hits on you. 

“Naughty,” you tsk. 

“Can you blame me? I walk in to find my girlfriend ass-up in my living room. I can’t help it.”  He stands behind you, presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his growing member. 

“I missed you this morning,” you sigh as you slowly rise, pressing your back against his front. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he kisses at your neck. “I had some work errands. Can I make it up to you?”  

You giggle and grind against his hardening length. “Depends on what you have in mind.”

Instead of replying, he turns you around to face him and cups your cheeks. His lips press against yours gently, and Jin feels as if the heavens open up just for him.  He’ll never get over how kissing you makes him feel whole, alive. Like it’s his first day of his life all over again. 

He guides you towards the bedroom and sets you on the messy, unmade bed. Your eyes darken with lust and you look at him as if he holds the entire world in his hands. Jin feels more powerful with you than he ever has in his life. 

“I love you,” he whispers as he descends to plant his lips on yours again. “I love you so much.” 

You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, licking and kissing and sucking at the supple flesh. There’s nothing you love more than Jin adoring you, worshipping your body.  To him, you are his idol, his goddess, and he is but a lowly servant and parishioner. He desires nothing more than to please you, to serve you.

The tank top comes off first, and you’re wearing a black sports bra that pushes your cleavage up deliciously. Jin loves your breasts, they way they fit in his hands and in his mouth. He often finds his hands resting on your breasts at night, comforted by the smooth skin and hardening nipples. 

Your breasts are sensitive, always have been, and Jin loves the way you react as he licks at your cleavage.  You’re still encased in a sports bra, but you react as if you’re stark naked.  You shudder and sigh, skin of your arms prickling in goose-flesh at the sensation. It makes Jin feel heady and capable. 

The bra goes next, Jin is eager to wrap his lips around the nubs of your breasts. He lies you down and caresses every inch of your torso, using his fingers to etch his adoration into your skin.  As the pads of his fingers tickle at your stomach and sides, his mouth finally, blessedly, attaches to a hardened bud and you're arching off the bed in pleasure.  His cock stiffens at the way you respond to him, to his touch and to his love.  

He laves at your nipple with a long stripe of his tongue, then moves to suckles it gently. He loves the feeling of it in his mouth, and he tugs it light with his teeth, which makes you squeak in delight and in pain. He knows you love the sensation; you have a set of nipple clamps you use on kinkier nights together. Jin loves watching the color of your nipples turn a soft shade of pink to beautiful rose red, enlarged by his suckling mouth and pinches. 

“Jin,” you breathe. It’s music to his ears, a symphony even Beethoven couldn’t compose. He slides his tongue around the nipple, before kissing his way towards your untouched one. It pickers instantly in his mouth and he moans around it.  It’s as if your body is wired to his, to respond to his touch and only his.  

You were made for him, molded to fit him perfectly in every way. 

Jin ensures he thoroughly loves your breasts, pinching and tugging and biting the buds, knowing beautiful maroon colored bruises will ring around your nipples later. It’s a goal of his to mark you every single time. He loves waking up to see the evidence of your lovemaking carved into your skin. Evidence of him. You are his. 

“Please, Jin,” you’re needy now, hips rolling against his for relief. 

Jin finds it hard to resist you. He normally loves to drag it out, make you beg for him, but he feels no need for it today. He wants you as desperately as you want him. 

He tugs down the tight leggings, and groans at the sight of your bare pussy, no panties in sight.  In the back of his mind, he knows you never workout in underwear, but seeing it now makes his cock weep. He can tell you’re wet, the evidence slicking up and down your mound and on your thighs. You always get so wet for him, so responsive to his breast worship that you become a waterfall by the time he attends to you. 

“Baby,” he breathes. “Look at you. So wet for me.”

You blush again, turning as red as your sucked-upon nipples. Jin wants to take a photo of you now. He’s never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.  Your eyes are full of devotion, breasts covered in his lovebites, cunt drenched with desire for him. He’s never felt more lucky to be with you. 

“All for you, Jin,” you sigh, pinching at an abused nipple and gasping at the sensation. “Want you so bad.” 

“I know you do, my love. I want to give it all to you.” 

He pulls you to the end of the bed, pussy right at the edge as he kneels to pray to his goddess. 

He kisses at your thighs before he tugs them onto his shoulders, granting you rest as he moves to pleasure you. 

“Fuck, Jin!” you cry as you feel his breath at your entrance.  It makes Jin smile, before he leans in and licks your slit from top to bottom, and back again. 

He’s tasted nothing sweeter. In fact, he’s never tasted anything that tastes as good as your delicious cunt. You’re flooded with love, and desire for him and the taste is intoxicating. He laps at you like you’re his fountain of youth, and drinks you until his never-ending thirst is sated. 

Your moans are loud, unabashedly so. He adores the way you cry and beg and gasp. He knows if he suckles right at your clit, right there, you’ll tremble and stop breathing, just for a moment, before you’re whining his name in joy. 

He does so and is rewarded with the melody of your satisfaction. He trails two fingers up to your entrance and swirls them around the wetness as he focuses his attention on your clit.  You’re panting, begging, thanking him for every single touch. He can’t hold back any longer, needs to feel inside you. The fingers slide in easily, slicked up by your wetness. 

“Oh, fuck!” You shout, head thumping in the bed hard as your eyes squeeze tight. 

He loves your dirty mouth, the way you can beg for his cock like a practiced whore.  He loves the duality, his innocent and perfect angel and his cock-sucking slut. 

Jin closes his eyes and loses himself in your pussy, sucking and licking as his fingers fuck into your channel, walls massaging them sweetly. He can’t wait to slip his cock inside you, knowing it’s the headiest high he’ll ever know in his lifetime. But he loves making your first orgasm happen on his tongue, loves feeling your cunt pulse around his fingers. 

He curls his digits upwards to find your g-spot, and he knows he’s successful when he hears your loud gasp. Your channel tightens, and he bites his lip. He feels his cock straining against his jeans and he wants nothing more than to sink into you, but refrains. 

“Cum for me, my love,” he urges. “Let me feel you cum on my tongue. You taste so sweet when you cum for me.” 

You keen at his words, back arching impossibly off the bed. Both your hands attend to your nipples now, needing the stimulation. Jin suddenly wishes he has more hands, enough to fuck your sweet little pussy with and pinch at those tight buds. He decides he must settle for enjoying the view of you doing it yourself. 

“So c-close, Jin!” you’re begging now, to anything or anyone who will listen. Your body is tightening, muscles contracting as the string holding your orgasm back coils tight, tight, tighter. 

Until it snaps, and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Jin moans in time with your sated cries of ecstasy, and laps at the juices coating his fingers and escaping your core.  He wishes he could bottle your essence, wear it around his neck like a cross to kiss and to pray to. Your taste is one he wants on his tongue for eternity. 

Jin pulls his fingers from within you and sucks at his own fingers, groaning at the lingering wetness on them.  

“God, Jin,” you pant, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. “Get up here and let me suck your cock, please.”

His innocent little angel, asking so sweetly to please him. It’s a request he finds himself powerless to deny. He scoots himself onto the bed and lies his head on the soft pillows you insisted he buy. He’s grateful you talked him into them, as they cushion his head perfectly for such activities as this. 

“Your wish is my command,” he smiles.  His cock is straining hard against his jeans, and you lick your lips. Your breath still leaves in harsh pants; the after effects of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. 

“I love your body,” you whisper as you pull him up to take his shirt off. Your hands roam his chest, touching every ridge and line of his defined muscles. “I love everything about you.” 

Jin stares in your eyes as your own bask in his chest. His heart tugs hard in his chest, and he takes a deep breath.  Loving you was so easy, so natural, as if it was imprinted in his DNA next to his blood type and hair color. 

The jeans go next, and Jin is lifting his hips to help you ease the tight boxers down his legs too.  You match now in nakedness and Jin knows this is the state he wishes to be with you most. To feel your skin on his, the heat of your body warming him down to his bones. 

He closes his eyes as you kiss his body, planting deep devotion to every inch of him. He loves you, god he’s insane for you, and the way you feel against his body makes him want to cum. He’s sure that you could bring him to completion by just worshipping his body, cock untouched. 

Your kisses turn to kitten licks as you trail to his hips and pelvis, then finally descending to lick at the base of his cock and his ballsack. Jin groans out loud, and gasps out your name. Your talented tongue wraps around his balls and you suck at the tender flesh there, before licking up to the crown of his length. 

Jin feels as if he’s sinking into an ocean of bliss as your head descends and your mouth envelops him fully. You take his long length completely, allowing the tip of his cock to kiss the back of your throat. Jin’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull at the sensation.  You know exactly what he likes. You swallow, and the tightness of your larynx has him gasping for air.  

He opens his eyes to watch you as you bob your head up and down, slicking his member up with your saliva. Your eyes meet his and he feels himself nearly cum at the look in your eyes.  Your pupils blow wide with lust. You look at Jin as if he’s put the stars in the sky, as if sucking his dick so perfectly is the only thing you were put on this earth to do. 

Jin wants to weep, to cum so deep and hard down your throat for eternity, to have you drink his seed constantly. 

“Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans. “You look so fucking good sucking my cock.” 

You smile around him, and your cheeks tickle pink again. God, he’ll never get over it. 

You speed up your actions, adding a fist around his length to take what you cannot reach into your mouth and the added sensation of your warm hand sends him careening over the edge. 

“Baby, shit! Oh, my god, I’m cumming, gonna cum down your throat,” he hisses, hands clenching at the untidy sheets below him.  You don’t stop, continuing your fast pace as his cock head swells intensely, and he’s twitching spurts of his seed down your throat. You swallow dutifully, as if it’s your mission, and pull off him with a satisfying ‘pop’ when you’re sure he’s finished. 

“Mmm, I love your cock,” you sigh as you nuzzle it with your nose.  It’s softened slightly, but Jin knows it’s only a matter of minutes before he’s granite hard and ready to go again. He can’t look at you naked for longer than a few minutes without his cock stirring back to life. 

He tugs you up to straddle his body, settled on his hips. 

“My cock loves your mouth,” he smirks.  You reply with a blush and a kiss to his lips. He tastes himself on your tongue. He thinks that’s the only way you should taste. Like him. 

Your hips grind down on him and his cock responds heartily, as if it didn’t just get the life sucked out of it by your skilled mouth. 

“I’m going to ride you, baby,” you promise. “Gonna fuck you until you forget who you are.” 

Jin believes you, knows the power you hold between your thighs. Being inside of you makes his head foggy, his only thoughts are you and that tight cunt molded just for him. 

“Please,” he groans. His cock is at full attention now and you lean down for one last kiss and lift to line his cock at your entrance.  You take him slowly, his thickness a stretch to your walls.

Jin sees stars. The heat of your pussy wraps around his cock and feels as if it wraps around his whole body. Your hands seek purchase on his abs, stabilizing yourself as you seat yourself fully with him inside you to the hilt.  Jin feels like a king, a god. Your walls are tight, gripping him wholly. 

“Fuck, this cunt was fucking made for me,” he hisses as you slowly ride him, making him gasp for air. “You were made to be mine, all fucking mine.”  

“You feel so thick inside me, babe,” you sigh as one hand presses against your stomach. You can feel his impressive length distend your stomach when he’s fully sheathed, filling you to the womb. 

Jin loves watching you ride him, loves the way your pussy grips his cock. Your eyes shut in pure bliss, mouth open to moan your pleasured sighs to your boyfriend below you. 

Jin moves his hand to grip your hips, and starts meeting your thrusts, pushing his cock inside you further and harder.  The change up makes you squeak, and the pace quickens. The sound of flesh slapping, wetness squelching, fills the room. Your tits bounce in his face and he’s mesmerized, pushing his head up to suck on your pretty nipples. 

“Yes, Jin! Fuck! Right there! God, you fuck me so good!” You cry, head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, turning feral with each thrust. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

You’re babbling a response, the ability to speak coherently is being fucked right out of you. Jin doesn’t mind, loves seeing you get fucked until you’re unable to talk. 

“I love this tight little pussy, you take me so well,” he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust to your cervix and you scream in response. “My little love, fuck, I love being inside this cunt.” 

He can’t hold himself back, the sensation of your pussy gripping him makes him lose any filter. 

“Gonna cum soon, babe, gonna fill you. You want my cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes! Please!” You wail, your orgasm approaching quickly. “Need your cum, please, please, please!” 

“It’s all fucking yours, babe,” he grits his teeth as he feels his balls tighten impossibly. His thumb moves to your clit, circling the engorged nub the way you like most. Your mouth gaping open in a silent scream tells him you’re close, so close. 

“Cum on my cock, my sweet. Cum for me, let me feel this sweet little pussy milk my cock.” 

You’re gasping for air, crying desperately as his thumb moves quickly and his cock impales you deep into your womb.  The band holding you together snaps and you’re suddenly convulsing, holding onto his obliques to steady yourself as your core tightens around him like a vice.  His name is the only word you can speak as you orgasm, and your legs tremble against him. 

The feeling of your impossibly tight channel squeezing him even harder sends him flying into pools of euphoria, and his cock jerks hard inside you to spill his seed into you. He grips your hips tight, sure to leave bruises, as he cums. He’s gasping for you, whining his devotion and love as he comes down from his high. 

You remain atop him, softening cock still slotted in sticky wet, warm channel, and you lean down to kiss him.  It’s tired and sweet, but expresses more emotion than words can. He loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. 

He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

“I love you more than anything else on the planet,” he murmurs as he caresses your cheek. 

Your eyes shine, unshed tears of happiness lingering. “And yet, I love you a hundred times more.” 

Kin Seokjin’s palms are sweaty as he stands off to the side of the stage of the club. The band is warming up, tuning their instruments with each other. Hoseok ensures his drum set is stable, while Yoongi plays a C chord on the grand piano, Namjoon and Taehyung, trumpet and saxophone respectively, match the pitch to tune. He inhales deep, filling his belly with air before exhaling. 

Jimin texts him an affirmative ‘the eagle has landed’ which makes his nerves spark. You’re here, amongst the crowd.  You’ve heard him sing a million times, in a crowded bar and in the shower, but tonight is different. 

Jin checks his watch, notes that it’s time to get on stage, and nods to Yoongi, who silences the band for a beat before they begin their first song and Jin enters from stage left. 

He spots you in the crowd, and he’s momentarily breathless. You’re wearing a red velvet dress that clings to every curve, cups your breasts in a sweeping sweetheart neckline, with cherry red lipstick to match. Pearls dangle from your ears, the earrings he bought you for your 4th anniversary.  Jimin did well at getting you ready. 

He steadies himself and slips into his onstage persona. Ever the showman, he’s charming and confident and starts the evening off with a quick-paced love song.  Jin has tailored every song tonight to be about you. To the rest of the guests, he’s singing a mix of oldies and newer hits, but to you, he’s proclaiming his love in musical form.

His eyes meet yours throughout the whole performance, and he winks at you, which makes you blush. His heart thumps steadily in his chest as he sings song after song, getting antsy as the finale approaches. 

After the penultimate song, Jin takes a moment to breathe and sip some water.  He’s back at the mic in an instant. 

“This is our final song tonight, ladies and gentleman.  I thank you for being here with us tonight, you’ve been a lovely crowd.”  He’s met with generous applause, the guests enjoying the show. 

“This number is special, and it’s dedicated to a very special little lady in the room tonight.”  

He gazes at you, and your eyes widen impossibly. Jimin nudges you and your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. You’re not shy in front of crowds, thank god, but he catches you off guard. You thought tonight was just a fun night out with Jimin to watch your boyfriends’ perform. 

“She’s the gorgeous doll, sitting there in that impeccable red dress,” he smiles. “Could you come up here, love?” He motions you to a plush chair on the stage.  You bite your lip for a moment before you’re slipping out of your chair and down the aisle to the stage. A stage hand helps you up and you’re suddenly seated in plush leather. 

“This woman,” Jin sighs into the microphone, “is the love of my life. And this song is for her.” 

Namjoon begins the song, trumpet playing the opening notes of ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’ before Hoseok joins in with the drumbeat. 

You gasp and put a hand to your mouth to hide your surprise.  It’s your favorite song. You told Jin it was your favorite on your first date, remarking how it sounded like what you thought true love must sound like.  Tears flood your eyes but you will them away, unwilling to cry your hard-fought makeup off. You can’t believe he’s remembered, after all these years.

Jin’s crooning begins, and his voice sounds like an angel’s. The man sings with passion on any night, a dedicated performer, but tonight he sings like he means it, like nothing is more important to him than serenading you with your song. 

He alternates singing towards the crowd, and towards you.  He caresses your head as he croons to the crowd of his undying love for you, and his heart is beating overtime.  He’s suddenly worried this is too much, perhaps too public.  He hopes the song ends how he wants it to.

The crowd is eating the show up, eyes glistening at the romance palpable from the stage.  Jin turns to Namjoon, who’s given him the ring box slyly, before Jin is finishing the song with as much heart as he can put into it.

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay, and let me love you, baby.  Let me love you.”

At the end of the song, Yoongi maintains a soft beat of the chorus on the piano as Jin kneels in front of you on one knee. His eyes well up, and he’s crying without knowing or caring.

“____, I’m in love with you.  I want to spend my life with you,” he whispers, the mic now far away.  He pulls the vintage ring box out from his pocket and opens it, the sparkling ring gleaming in the stage's light.  The crowd cheers and claps and you can’t help but burst into tears.  

Jin is still for a moment, hoping the tears are of joy, before you’re throwing your arms around his neck and holding him.  

“Yes!  Yes, you amazing man, yes!” You cry into his ear.  He wraps his own arms around you and holds you tight, grinning from ear to ear as tears flow down both of your faces.

You’re just too good to be true.  

Jin can’t, and won’t ever, take his eyes off of you.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[sol-rising]

— dramione fanfic recommendations bc i don’t have a life;

[CHERRY] No one asked for this but I don’t have a life and I read a lot so.... why not? Majority of these are either on AO3 or FFN. 

— ONESHOTS; 

Best Shot by AccioMjolnir [Mature, 24k words]

Summary: It's eighth year and Hermione is trying to navigate her post-war friendship with Draco Malfoy and a relationship with Ron Weasley when she gets an unexpected visit from someone who knows her better than anyone: herself. Thrown back from the future, an older Hermione drops a bombshell on her: she has only three days to set things right, or Draco dies.

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone [Teen & Up Audiences, 21k words]

Summary: That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc [Mature, 50k words]

Summary: Regency-era AU. Physician's daughter Hermione Granger finds herself in need of a way to pay off her father's debts after his death. Draco Malfoy, retired from the politics of the Isolationists, a group of pure-bloods bent on separating 'true' magic from lesser folk, finds himself in need of a tutor for his son, Scorpius, who appears to be incapable of magic and must learn to survive in a world without it. Draco also needs a wife and mother for Scorpius, to satisfy a promise to his unwell father. After she saves his son from an attack by Isolationists, Draco hires the Muggle-born Miss Granger for the former, and after a riot in Vauxhall Gardens and a scandalous discovery made by his mother, weds that selfsame Muggle-born for the latter. While making the best of her marriage of (in)convenience, Hermione discovers that Scorpius' history of wild imaginings and dreams is more than just imagination. As she attempts to teach him about magical abilities no one expected he would ever have, she and Draco work together to raise Scorpius and learn to trust each other.

Ice by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.1k words]

Summary: Hermione works in Gringotts’ Records Department when Draco Malfoy comes on staff as a curse-breaker. His icy presence drags up memories she’s desperate to move on from and forget. She tries to ignore him, but every time she sees him, she feels chilled to the bone. DHr Advent 2018.

Fallin' (Adrenaline) by LeilahMoon [Teen & Up Audiences, 4.5k words]

Summary: When Professor McGonagall encourages all Hogwarts students to participate in a mentor scheme designed to promote inter-House unity, Hermione Granger is thrilled; she can’t wait to embrace the opportunity for further education. Unfortunately, she's not able to choose who she is allocated to and, when her mentor turns out to be Draco Malfoy, she’s certain she won’t learn anything at all.  

The Two Sided Triangle by Canttouchthis [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.2k words] 

Summary: In which Daily Prophet reporter Hermione Granger inadvertently becomes a superhero and her partner, the intrepid Draco Malfoy finds himself smitten. In other words, a Dramione inspired by Superman and Lois Lane.

Now Is A Gift by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5k words]

Summary: Hermione is determined to give meaningful Christmas gifts to everyone in her Ministry department.

Everyone.

Even that anti-social arse Malfoy.

DHr Advent 2019.

riddle me this by megamegaturtle [General Audiences, 8k words]

Summary: Their fingers touch when Draco hands her the paper and Hermione's heart almost jumps out of her chest.

The note reads: How do you spell ‘cute boy’ with only two letters? -Riddle Me This

Hermione finds herself grinning. “Cutie. Q-T. That’s the answer to the riddle. You’re a cutie, Malfoy.”

[the one where someone leaves Draco Malfoy riddles to solve from the local coffee shop's community board and he enlists Hermione Granger for help.]

(Written for 2020 DFW Trope Fest: Double Trouble)

Library Rendezvous by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 2.9k words]

Summary: Hermes Granger just wanted to finish his homework in peace but of course, she always had to ruin his plans. Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Genderbender

Relentless (Hogwarts Era Series) by realjane (Series of Connected Oneshots)

Height by senlinyu [Explicit, 8.7k words]

Summary: “Tall? That’s what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?”

Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. ”Well, isn’t that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache.

”Hermione felt her ears grow hot, and she gripped her book tighter. “I don’t have a thing for tall men. Their height is—completely coincidental.”

Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020.

Diamond Heart by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 8k words]

Summary: When Hermione approaches Draco Malfoy proposing a fake relationship between the two of them as part of a scheme, he's eager enough to participate - the potential benefits outweigh any costs on his time. But as it all progresses, Draco finds himself wondering what it would be like if what was 'fake' was real.

The Spring’s Chosen by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 5.5k words]

Summary: A golden unicorn appearing on the Malfoy grounds sends the Manor into a flurry of activity, to the confusion of one Draco Malfoy. It's just a unicorn that happens to be gold - isn't it? DMHG  

Courting Customs Most Sacred by HeyJude19 [Twoshot, Mature, 15k words]

Summary: Published in 1862 by Lady Apollonia Nott, Courting Customs Most Sacred is the comprehensive text for any pureblood family seeking to arrange suitable matches for their children. It’s also patently ridiculous and not at all appropriate for the modern era of dating. It is certainly not how one should woo Hermione Granger, at any rate.

— ON-GOING/WIPs;

Come Let Us Adore Him by thiscitychickk [Not Rated]

Summary: Hermione Granger scoured the subreddits, perused the checklists, and read virtually everything possible on how to be an all star Congressional intern and staffer. She had her job responsibilities well in hand, but instructions on how to handle the attention of an upstart Congressman Draco Malfoy were nowhere to be found. US politics AU: Congressional staffer Hermione, Congressman Draco

and with you, i fall by passionesque [Mature]

Summary: With Narcissa Malfoy striking a deal for her family — protection for information, the last thing anyone wants is Draco Malfoy seeking refuge within the heart of the Order. 

It would’ve been easy, Hermione thinks. So easy for her to hex him back to Voldemort’s clutches for all that he’s said and done, but being the bleeding soft-hearted Gryffindor she is, she doesn't.

* * * * *

“You should hate me,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze to her from beneath his lashes. 

She should, Hermione knows this. She really ought to hate him, but the memory of the haunted look in his eyes and the hoarse screams of his nightmares echoes through her mind and eases the storm in her heart.

She doesn’t. She can’t.

“You’re right,” Hermione says soberly. “I should. But I don’t.”

Post HBP. Canon-Divergent. HG/DM.

Love In A Time Of the Zombie Apocalypse by andgladly [Mature]

Summary: After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain.

The Alkahest by Shadukiam [Mature]

Summary: The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione's perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team... Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. Dramione.

In the Arms of Her Dragon by Wolf Blossom [Mature]

Summary: A random act of kindness (the life-or-death kind) draws together Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger in a way that nobody saw coming. The duo, in fact, did not want anybody learn the secret of their relationship, but their hope was in vain. All of Hogwarts, nay, England suddenly knew about their union. "Nobody said this would be easy, bookworm." Malfoy drawled. "Shut. Up. Malfoy."

Time Twisters by themirrorminder.372259 [Fiction T]

Summary: Narcissa ignores the sharp smile her little brother wears after Bella's funeral, in the same way that Lily ignores the ravenous gaze her little sister aims towards Knockturn Alley. However, Albus Dumbledore cannot ignore the ominous friendship between Draco Black and Hermione Evans, not when he hears blood dripping from their joined hands. {TimeTravel} {DRAMIONE} {Marauder's Era}

Beautiful Incongruence by charlie_weasleys_gf [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: “You are not an easy person to talk to, Granger.”

“Well, you haven’t made the prospect of talking to you sound very exciting."

Hermione Granger was ready for her third year at Hogwarts-that was, until it was interrupted by time turners and apologising assholes.

In which Draco Malfoy apologises (a lot).

How to Move On by longdistance [Mature] 

Summary: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on.

Through the eyes of blind love by Mixilip1 [Mature]

Summary: Torn between the heart and love of two souls thou shall find theeself. Post-war.

Following the war, Hermione finds herself not-so-happily dating Ron, but it seems she can't keep herself away from a certain blonde Slytherin who's determined to finally make her his witch. After hearing a prophecy about her future, she thinks her life might change for good, but what she doesn't know is that the prophecy also included a veela in it.

"Granger, don't be nervous. Just look at me and let go." He said, grabbing her chin, and her brown eyes met his.This is a story about love triangles and veelas. Veela AU

flesh and blood by forbiddenquill [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: Scorpius breaks his father’s Time-Turner and ends up getting transported into the year 1998, when the Second Wizarding World War has already ended and where Draco Malfoy is still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered world.

With Scorpius’ arrival comes shocking revelations, burning questions, and a son’s image of a father Draco is sure he’ll never be able to live up to.

More importantly, it’s Scorpius’s bright brown eyes, so unlike his own, that bug Draco the most.

[alternatively, a multi-chapter fic where eight-year-old Scorpius follows Draco around the castle and tries to discover the secret identity of his mother]

The Other Side by sweetsolitude [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: A slow-burn Dramione version of 6th year, The Half-Blood Prince, told from the perspectives of Draco, Hermione, and Theo. No smut, no character bashing. Attempted to stay TTC and the general plot progression of HBP. Primary ship is Draco/Hermione. This fic is already completed at around 150k, will post chapters regularly.

The Hidden Duchess by Moxified [Fiction K]

Summary:  She had always been given everything she wanted ever since she was a child, spoiled to the very bone. Her life consisted of a strict regimen built for a princess that was followed to a tee - even after she came to Hogwarts. Leading two lives is stressful for anyone, especially a young lady with an equally young man curious enough to discover what secrets she was hiding.

An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter [Mature]

Summary: Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

In Another Life by marana1 [Fiction M]

Summary: She walked over to the huge, full-length mirror. Staring back was her eleven-year-old self but with long, beautiful, silky platinum blonde hair and pale skin. Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, the reality of the situation sinking in. The fairy hadn't just made them switch places for a day... she sent them back in time and switched their lives. DM X HG. EWE. Slow burn.

Hermione's pianist by softblakegriffin, va_lentina [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy was destined to play music since birth. A small prodigy in a family of long-standing musicians, he’s well on his way to become the best pianist of his generation. A month in Rome with his friends is the perfect way to leave the pressure and social obligations behind and relax, immersed in the eternal beauty and soul-stirring art.

Hermione Granger’s road to music wasn’t straightforward. She didn’t attend the Conservatory, everything she knows is the result of sacrifices, and she’s still searching for the perfect opportunity to make music her job. It’s her dream and she thinks Rome, with its breathtaking views and magical atmosphere, is the place where she wants to try and fulfill it.

He’s in Rome to enjoy a short reprieve from London, before going back home.

She escaped London and is in Rome to stay.

Will music and the treacherous city disrupt their plans?

Crimes of Passion by All3Unforgivables [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy lost his family, his dignity, and his humanity during the Dark Lord's rise to power. The only thing he couldn't stand to lose was something that was never his to take. With no one left to mourn him, his disappearance goes unexplored. But angels like Hermione Granger do not go missing without notice. D/H OOC, AU. Very mature themes.

Nightcrawlers by malf0y101 [Explicit]

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Hermione Granger is depressed, resentful, and suicidal. That is, until Draco Malfoy presents an enticing offer to keep her alive. Soon after, the two embark on a torture spree of students, professors, and acquaintances while simultaneously engaging in a clandestine and dirty relationship. How long can they keep their game up?

What crawls in the night stays in the night.

Poet. by OneEqualTemper [Mature]

Summary: “Uh...Malfoy? Did you knock your pretty head into a wall this morning?” Ginny questions and slides into her spot next to Hermione.

Hermione gives her a quick glare, her eyes begging her to just leave it alone. Ginny ignores Hermione’s look and waits for Malfoy to answer. Malfoy does his best to ignore the red-headed Witch.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Ginny questions and waves her hand in front of him.

Hermione grabs the Witch’s hand and pulls it down to the table, “He can sit here if he wants.”

Ginny scoffs but keeps her hand down on the table, “What’s wrong with his own table?”

“Ginny, stop,” Hermione hisses at her friend. “We’re friends. He can come and sit here anytime he wants.”

— COMPLETED;

Hindsight by floorcoaster [Teen & Up Audiences, 12 Chapters, 170k]

Summary: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes.

Between the Devil and Draco Malfoy by QueenOfSmokeAndMirrors [Mature, 13 Chapters, 34k]

Summary: Seventeen is a dangerous age. Hermione Granger, arrogant and precocious and bored of her mundane life, thinks she can handle a deal with the devil. But Draco Malfoy - the devil's own son - plans on dragging her down to Hell with him. Dramione AU with demons.

Good Luck Kisses by Musyc [Teen & Up Audiences, 8 Chapters, 8.4k]

Summary: A good luck kiss for a Quidditch captain - it's ridiculous. It can't actually work.

But it does.

Every time.

Traditions by raven_maiden [Explicit, 14 Chapters, 69k]

Summary: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.”

**

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles.

Fortuitous by MrsRen [Mature, 13 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need.

Manacled by senlinyu [Explicit, 77 Chapters, 370k]

Summary: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting [Mature, 12 Chapters, 95k]

Summary: “Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”

Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events.

“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”

Hermione had to be sedated again.

Beginning and End by mightbewriting [Explicit, 48 Chapters, 242k]

Summary: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.

A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.

Through the Years by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 11 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Hermes Granger fervently believed that Malfoy's sole purpose in life was to make his life a living hell. Genderswap Dramione! Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Companion piece to "Library Rendezvous".

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach [Mature, 29 Chapters, 77k]

Summary: It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both.

Arrogance and Ignorance by AnneM.Oliver [Fiction T, 38 Chapters, 140k]

Summary: A romance set in the era of Jane Austen novels, this is the story of a woman and a man. The man thinks he is better than all others, & the woman knows she is smarter. Their differences aside, they have one thing in common, both are smitten with the other.

The Babysitter by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Teen & Up Audiences, 29 Chapters, 145k]

Summary: It was a dark and stormy Sunday night when Hermione Granger unexpectedly visited his house and entrusted him with her daughter, Rose. Disaster ensues.

Slow burn Dramione with a sprinkle of cute, cute Rose!

The Best of Me by MrsRen [Mature, 21 Chapters, 82k]

Summary: Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

Chronos Historia by In_Dreams [Mature, 27 Chapters, 98k]

Summary: Hermione and Draco stumble upon a mysterious portal and find themselves hurtled back through time a thousand years. Forced to team up to find a way home, they quickly realize that much of the history they believed to be fact, wasn't true after all. A founders era, time travel Dramione.

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie [Fiction M, 38 Chapters, 174k]

Summary: Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

omnia vincit amor by SyrenGrey [Explicit, 40 Chapters, 187k]

Summary: Dark days are here at Hogwarts, and the darkest cloud of all is hanging over Draco Malfoy's head. Already burdened with the impossible task of murdering the Headmaster, life becomes more complex when an elusive prophecy entangles him with a bushy-haired enemy, and a steamy forbidden romance unfolds. Sixth Year. Rated E for sexual content and violence.

Rose by longdistance [Mature, 5 Chapters, 20k]

Summary: A short tale of what happens after Hermione and Draco wake up with each other after a drunken night together. Alcohol often has consequences which they soon learn.

[bakugoubabygirl]

           okay before I start she going to choose one. Don't worry if its not the one you wanted her to choose bc its going to be  a Roller coaster  of emotions and a lot of back and forth for awhile  BC I FUCKING LOVE BOTH  OF THESES BOYS. also  there will be smut soon and it wont be vanilla .  

                                                        YOUR POV

          "Lets go before they find us" I whispered tugging on Bakugou arm.  He didn't say a word and followed me.  " Lets get some food at the stand" I gave him smile. Bakugou followed me he seem kind of moody though more moody then usual .           " Are you going to say yes?" Was he asking about tododroki. I didn't give much thought to that . I like him  a lot but if I was being honest with myself i had feelings for someone else.       " I dont know I like him a lot and i think it would be amazing. But i also think I have feelings for someone else. To be fair they haven't shown no sign of returning this feeling. Maybe I ought to say yes and forget about the other guy like that" I admitted.        " Who is this other guy" He asked. Why was he so damn interested and how can i tell him its him.         "Not telling" I felt my face getting red. Next thing I Knew I was getting pinned against a wall.           " Tell me" He growled. Why was this bothering him so much. If only he knew that telling him would ruin our friend ship . He would never look at me the way I look at him. because I was made to  be the villan.  Bakugou strive to be perfect at everything and I was not perfect.           " Bakugou Its you stupid" Then I broke free from his grasp . I didn't want t o know his reaction or have him mocked me. I hurried and disappear into the crowd.    Still haven't found any thing to eat my tummy started growl. When I heard my name being called out, The next thing I knew someone dragged me off  somewhere quite. I'm so sick of being pulled around today. It was my dad, Honestly I was relived that it  wasn't Bakugou .        " Hey  I know you and how your going to give it all but You need to make sure your head is clear. Ive been studying and your powers  feed off you emotions.  I want to make sure you have a clear head" he said worriedly .  OH god I'm screwed my head is far  from clear.         "  Yeah I'm not focusing on anything right now except for winning" I said and I fake smiled.          " that's Great I Know your going to make me proud. I may be rooting midoryia but Your my number one and I hope you win more." He smiled. Pulled me and for a hug.           " Thank you dad and don't worry Ill cut all there throats open" I laughed.      Then it was time to to go back to the arena.  Time  to face bakugou mental and physical . I think mentally would be harder to do.  Midnight call me and bakugou to fight first.  I try not to think about what had conspire between us earlier. I need to focus to keep my head cleared.              We both step into the ring. Bakugou goes to attack me and I dodge it just in time. Then I Blast one of my purple fire balls at him and he dodge to . This was really upsetting, and I  Take one of my shadow hands out and it wraps around his body. I started to think about how he never loses. He was perfect and every way and would make a fine super hero one day.   something you'll never be  the voice was back again.  

                                                 Bakugou  POV

She had her hand wrapped around me. I  had to escape and then I saw  Her starting to levitate off the ground. Her eyes flash purple there was a gasp from the crowd.  She slam hard into the ground  with the shadow hand. She was Going to kill me.        I jump up and fired another explosion at her this time using more force.  She shield it and then made a big shadowy fist at the ground causing it to erupt . I almost fell but then I caught my balance.  This time I used my full force now that I knew it wouldn't hurt her too bad.       The explosion was so big she couldn't shield it. She was on the ground and lay there for several of seconds.  I walked over her to see if I have won and if she was okay. She started to get back up again and she grabbed a whole of me again.      She grabbed me so tight with the shadow arm I couldn't breath.  My face started to turn purple I was pretty sure I was going to die.  The crowed was screaming to let me go But she wouldn't listen.   " Y/n Please let me go I cant breathe" I try to say but she didn't hear or listen. She wouldn't do this on purpose.  Something was seriously wrong . this was not her. " Y/n Please I love you" at that point I didn't fucking care if the whole crowed thought I was a simp . I love her and I need her to came back. Her eyes turn back to e/c when I said that.    " Bakugou" she gasps and then dropped me. I could barley move I'm pretty sure she won but she just stared at me. Her eyes started to tear up. " I give up" she yelled. Then ran out of the arena . They announced me winner and The nursing girl came to heal up my minor wounds.  I was livid that I won that way. She threw the fight.

                                                                   Y/N POV

     I Brought shame on my dad and my school. I brought shame on myself. The whole world watch it happen too. They watch me turn into a monster. I almost killed bakugou and He never going to want anything to do with me again. I sat outside the stadium on the ground.  I'm no hero I cant even go and face what I done.       I must of sat there for hours and hours. It was finally dark and everyone left. it started  to  pour down rain.   I decided to go back into the arena to pick up my bag and stuff.  It was dark except for a couple security lights. I found my bag when I heard a familiar voice.       " Tch where did you go?" Bakugou asked. Was he still talking to me.        " heard you won congratulation"  I gave him a smile. The air was so cold I could see my own breath. 

                                            BAKUGOU POV 

 " THATS NOT HOW I WANTED TO WIN" he yelled. " YOU GAVE UP THAT FIGHT WAS YOURS"        " I almost killed you .  I was created for one reason and one reason only. The whole now know so to. I let you guys down and I let my dad down. How can I be the princess of peace when I cant even find peace in my own head.  I'm done," I said  tears started to pour out my eyes.        " IF i was the bad guy you would of won. Your powerful and just because its hard your going to pack up then Your not who I thought you were " he scoffed.         " I almost kill you and maybe next time I will. I care about you too much for that to happen" I cried. I started to turn away.  He grabbed my wrist and pulled me agaisnt him.        " I know you wont. You stop because your good and you over came it. we just have to work on it. Please stay if not for yourself then the million you could save with that power.         " I dont know how I stopped myself. All I remeber is blacking out and then waking to see me almost killing youself." I explain.             " I said something to you and then you just snapped out of it" He said nervously .              " Oh well what did you say" I asked.  This could help me find the answer.      " I told you I Love you"  He blushed. This was a side of him I never seen before. I think im falling to. Todoroki was important to me but in the end bakugou been here.  I wasnt sure if I was ready to say it back. I grabbed his face and kiss him. He started kissing back first it was soft but then its starts to get more rough and passionate. He grabbed my ass and pulled me agaisnt him. despite the freezing rain , I felt warm.               He pulled away but remain eye contact with me as he pulled something out of his of his jacket. It was a small box and he handed it to me. " I wanted to give this to you when I ask you out after I won the festival correctly . That didn't go as I plan but I still want to win your heart. please accept this and be my girl. I never done this soft shit and I'm sorry if it not something I'm going to show everyday. Your worth taking my pride down a little I guess" His face was red.       I open it up and it was a sliver bracelet with his name on it and diamonds. It was beautiful and way too much. I had no idea what to say. " Yes Ill be yours" he pulled me into a tight  hug.      " lets go to my place you need to get out of the rain and getting late" he said gently. It almost scared me the way he was being so kind.                                                                      Bakugou POV         We arrived at my place. She look like she was about to past out. Today was a lot on all of us. I didn't really won the sports festival but at least I won the girl. I just got to keep that damn icy hot away from her. I wanted to rip the necklace off of her that he gave her. She mine now.        " Hey you stupid bitch your late" my mom bitch. No good job bakugou or nothing.         " Fuck you too hoe" I said back flipping her off. She was about to really yell, until she saw Y/n  come in after me.             " Hey Y/n nice to see you again. I saw you tonight you should of just kill him and not worry about it' she laugh. The fucking old hag meant as a joke. Y/n face turn white though.  I grabbed her hand and lead her up to my bedroom. She seem like she was still half in a daze.        " Lets get out of these wet clothes. You can wear anything of mine for now." I said awkwardly. I knew we were dating but I didn't know her boundaries . There so much I want to do with her. She needed sleep tonight though. we both did.   she started to strip off in my room.  Oh, she wasn't paying attention to anything really. I couldn't help but to watch in amazement though. She took  off her clothes and strip down till she was naked. I had to use all my self control to not do anything. then she put on one of my T-shirts that looked like a dress on her and then a pair of my boxers.  I strip down to nothing and but my boxers and laid on my bed.     " come here princess" I yawned. She crawled into bed and laid on top of me. She feel asleep instantly but then here phone started going off. I  Pick it up and looks at it.  Deku: hey are you alright. Me and your dad are really worried.    Damn deku fucking worrying about my girl. I didn't want to give her a dad the pro hero a reason to hate me though. Me: yeah I'm fine just staying at a friend house. I'm really sleepy so I'm going to go to bed.   Then there was other messages on the screen so I looked. Todo: hey  Y/n I'm so worried about you. When you see this please answer and I was wondering if we could meet up tomorrow to talk about today and I have something I wanna ask you. I hope your safe and sleeping well beautiful. Oh hell  no. She mine and he going to back the fuck off.  I took a pictures of her sleeping on my chest and I sent it. Me: she mine and she sleeping fine thank you. Back the fuck off  she mine now!!!!!! Todo: I see for now that may be it. I don't give up and I especially wont stop until she mine. You well slip and when you do ill be there for her. Your impulsive and abusive and don't deserve her. Me: You come any where near her your dead I blocked his number from her phone.  I wrapped my arms tight around her and I pass out.    The sun filled the room waking me up. She was still asleep. She was so beautiful and peaceful when she sleep.  Her phone started buzzing causing her to wake.   " Where my phone" she sat up straight looking for it. I handed it to her. The number didn't have a caller id. She scrunch her nose in confusion.     " Hello who is this " she answered.      " Todoroki, are you alright?" I heard him answered.  Great rich boy has more then one phone.     " Yes, what happen to your old phone number?"      " Long story, where are you at?"     " Bakugou house, why whats wrong?" she asked worriedly     " Ill be there In 20" he said and then hung up.  " Do you have anything else I can where by chance?" she asked   " I think you look fine in that Idiot" I snorted grabbing her wait.   " I cant go out like this" she said digging though the bag of mina and kiri clothes that they leave here.      " Your not going anywhere with him and no way in hell wearing that" She hold up a short pink dress of mina. Mina was shorter then Y/n so this dress was gonna not cover anything. She took off my shirt and put on the dress anyways not listening to me at all.    She grabbed my hair brush and tied it back out her face. she look stunning even though she didn't try and its for him.  " I fucking mean it your not going anywhere with him" I yelled.   " Chill out you have to trust me. He one of my friends and I'm yours so don't worry" she said try reassuring me. I almost lost her to him though. He going to try all Kinds of flirty shit. I cant be okay with this but I have too. She will leave if I'm too controlling.   " One hour then come back" I grumbled.  " I have to go home afterwards and talk to my dad" She sigh. She was right even though I wanted some time with her. The door bell ring and I hurried up to open it. IT was half and half baster.   " Leave your hands off of her and no flirty shit or I will Murder you" I screamed and then Y/n push me put of the way. I grabbed her and kiss her so fucking hard in front of him. She push me away and laughed.     " I'm sorry about him" she said. Walking out of the door with him. I kept trying to talk myself out of following them. I decided to invite shitty hair over to distract me.

IM open up to ideas and or request for my one shot books I'm doing. Thank you for read part 7 will be here Thursday at the latest