#I didn't have the spoons to draw the rest of the fit

[greenheartart]

Day 14 - Fierce

Some people dress up to look stylish. Stretch dresses up to inflict psychic damage.

[nyxiswrites1200]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 💌

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Oral sex, Female parts, Committed Relationship, Fluff & Smut, Domestic life

Mentions: Baking with Leon

An: Omg I hope y'all like this. Sorry it's been so long :( I've got more stuff coming, I swear.

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Doing anything domestic with Leon was always a fun experience. He wasn't used to the simplicity of life. He was so used to the stress and weight of being a soldier. So, when he gets to be at home with you it's a huge relief. He gets to feel safe and simple.

You can't help but laugh a little at watching Leon try to crack an egg. It's the third time he's done it too rough, the first time it was too gentle.

"Lee, do you want me to show you?" you inquire and he sighs in defeat "I can kill things six times my size but can't bake cookies" he leans against the counter, you swear he's almost pouting.

"Awe, it's okay" you reassure as you lean in to kiss his cheek. Leon gives you a half smile as he stands behind you, watching you crack the egg with ease. You finish adding all the ingredients to the bowl and then hand the spoon to Leon.

"Now, you can truly put those huge biceps to work and stir that for me" you tease with a chuckle as you walk over to the oven. Leon smirks as he more than happily stirs up the cookie mix for you. You know he's just more than happy to help you.

You grab a pan from the cabinet before walking back over and setting it down on the counter. You place some parchment paper down and signal for Leon to give you the bowl.

"Okay, so now we have to separate the dough into little balls so it can bake." You explain to Leon as he nods in response. He watches you do it and then attempts it himself. You smile as he does it with ease just like you. "That's good! Good job" you praised as you smiled. Leon seemed proud of himself, another thing you noticed about him. He loved when you praised him, even if he didn't actually say it.

Leon was a huge puppy. The poor man had been through so much and yet he found his safe place in you. Allowing himself to let than inner sweet rookie type he was when he was in his early twenties.

You slip the pan into the oven and groan as you look at the dishes in the sink. Leon chuckled as he hugged you from behind "I'll do them, don't worry about it baby" he kissed along the back of your neck.

"Leeee~ Stop" you tease with a chuckle as you lean back into his chest. "Maybe we should spend this time doing something else with each other." He teased as his hands came to rest on your hips.

You felt yourself grow excited at the idea he was proposing.

Leon wasted no time, he propped you up on the counter. In a fit of love sick chuckles and kisses he tugged off your panties. He didn't hesitate to press his tongue against your folds, his nose bumping into your clit.

"I have my favorite sweet treat right here" he teased and you smiled as you tug at his hair "Shut up" you chuckle playfully.

Leon smirks as he sucks at your clit, drawing a moan from you.

His masculine and strong hands gripping at your thighs as his tongue works on your needy pussy. He moans into you, sending a sinfully sweet feeling through you.

Your hand tugs at his hair as you keep a firm grip on him, just how he likes it. "Leon~" you moan out into the kitchen as he slips his tongue past your folds and laps at you.

Between his skilled tongue and when he'd peer up at you with those pretty blue eyes, it had you toppling over the edge within minutes.

Leon didn't hesitate to lick up any of your cum as he pulled away with a content smirk. You pant as you watch him fix your panties for you and lean in to kiss you on the cheek.

"Guess I'll clean the countertops too when I wash the dishes" he teases and you can't help but laugh "You should be cleaning them anyway".

"Yeah yeah" he says with an amused tone. You smile as you take his hand while he helps you off the counter.

Leon was a lot of things, but you knew him in a way nobody else really did. At the end of the day, it's not about how many things he's killed for you. It's about him coming home to you, and he fights for that reason alone.

[justsomefluff]

hello! are requests open? if yes can i request ateez reaction to you having dimples, please? I love your writing!

Dimples are the cutest you lucky duck! <3

Trigger Warning: use of term "love-handle"

Hongjoong:

your smile is his favorite of all your features

especially when he knows that he's the reason for it

and youre dimples just seal the deal

loves to leave little kisses on your dimples whenever they appear

like if youre watching a movie and theres a scene that upsets you

your dimples will appear when you purse your lips

and he's just gotta kiss em

also takes uber artsy photos of them

like if youre sleeping, he'll get his camera out

lowkey creepy lmao

but he will get really close to take a picture of like, the corner of your mouth and snap a picture the second a dimple appears

and they actually turn out really well and he gets them printed

carries one with him on tour

Seonghwa:

when he holds your face

hold on, give me a minute before I cry

he uses your dimples to put his thumbs in

calls them love handles

but on your face

because he can hold you so easy and comfortably

even if he can't see them because your face is relaxed

he will just put his thumbs there and wait

it's impossible not to smile when he does it

and if you're having a rough day and not in the mood to smile

you at least humor him and tense your cheeks so your dimples appear

I'm crying anyway don't touch me

Yunho:

okay I know he doesn't really have dimples

but when he smiles his cheeks fluff out and theres like

a place where his smile lines will form one day? when he gets wrinklies?

and he'll put your hands on his smile line thingies

and then he'll poke your dimples

and say that your dimples would fit in his smile lines

and his smile lines would spoon your dimples lmao

cute but lowkey crack

bc wtf is he talking about

he will proceed to launch into a rant about how every part of you guys fit together so naturally and perfect

gets cheesy with it really fast lol

Yeosang:

the babygirl-est of the babygirls

he has lil soft baby dimples yk?

like you really need to pay attention to see them

and he doesn't really care about his own anyway to be honest

but if you say you like his then he will drag you into a mutual obsession with each other's dimples

he starts drawing all his hehetmons with lil dimples omg

will draw smiley faces with dimples on sticky notes to leave on your stuff or around your apartment

will have his makeup artists highlight that feature of his

and if you wear makeup he'll ask you to do the same

enjoys when you point out his dimples in his fancams

San:

okay this boy got some DIMPS

if he notices that you have them too he's endlessly endeared

will do more subtle things to show his appreciation for them instead of outright telling you he loves them on you

will kiss them... but then also press kisses to the rest of your face

will trace them with his fingers... but then brush some hair behind your ear

not as subtle as he thinks though

when he's drunk, or so tired that he feels drunk, he will definitely tell you

like "you know my favorite part about your face"

excuse me, wtf

"your dimples"

oh

Mingi:

we all know he don't be wearin' his GLASSES

so literally won't notice you have dimples until like... week 3 of dating you

but when he does notice?

OMG why didn't you tell him sooner

rages on about how he's missing all the beauty in the world

can't believe he never noticed

becomes a lil playful argument about why he either needs to wear his glasses, or invest in some contacts

he refuses because he'd love you even if he couldn't see at all

wait... did you just say you love me?

Wooyoung:

listen

will bite you.

He will, I swear

notices a dimple one day and the cuteness aggression is just too overwhelming

puts his teeth on your cheek and sees if his teeth fall into your dimple oh so perfectly

and they do

will make it a little game

will tell you to stop smiling and then gently put his teeth on your cheek and tell you to smile again

just to see if he can guess where your dimple shows

definitely an activity he gets a little overzealous about when he's drunk lmao

Jongho:

gentle sweet boy

will never tell you that he loves your dimples while you're paying attention nono

closeted soft boy

will trace them and kiss them while you're sleeping though

or at least while he thinks you're sleeping mwahaha

but you'll never tell him you know he does that because you never want him to stop

you may also notice that his lockscreen is always a photo where your dimples are extremely obvious

but please don't tease him he'll cry

[weministertomonsters]

Orc (Oak) x human female reader - Part 3

You come to slowly. Something is being pressed against your lips. Cold metal. A spoon?

"So when is she going to wake up?" A voice says.

Everything sounds far away and distorted like you're underwater.

"Soon, my child. The forces were beyond his control. You cannot blame the man. Calm yourself, she will wake."

"I can't calm down, Nana. I warned him that something like this would happen. How dare he?"

The dull ringing in your ears fades away, and now you realize it's Oak speaking. Your eyelids feel like they're been sown shut. You groan, trying to open them.

"Easy, girl," a soft female voice croaks against your ear, and crooked fingers caress your hair. "Take your time."

"Oak?" You whisper, finding your voice is another thing that refuses to work as it should.

"I'm here," he says, and you can sense him drawing closer and feel his body heat against you as the bed dips. "Shhh, go back to sleep. Nana says you need to rest more."

"Your grandmother?" You guess in a mumble, rolling your stiff body towards him and reveling in the warmth his body provides.

He affirms your question but his voice slips away as you go back under. You sleep in a golden space, floating in a sky of dreams of everything and nothing. At one point you wake up and tell yourself just how lucky you are to not be having nightmares before sleep pulls you under again.

  You properly wake up sometime later and your eyes flicker open and take in the weak sunlight filtering through the curtains. You're in an unfamiliar room with a low ceiling and split log walls. You can hear the hiss of the brutal wind trying to find a way in but the room is well-insulated and fairly warm.

A rough snore startles you and you sit up and see an orcish woman asleep in a chair beside the bed, head tilted back and wrinkled lips slightly parted. She's missing a tusk and the creases around her mouth look like they are no strangers to smiling. Her iron-gray hair is braided with feathers and beads and she wears a shawl with embroidered symbols over her plain dress. She's dressed like a shaman or medicine woman. And she's Oak's grandmother. Looking at her face, you can see the resemblance.

You ease out of the bed, testing your legs. They're shaky but hold your weight. You slip into the fur boots you find beside the bed. They fit like a glove. Now that you're out of bed, you're starting to feel the cold so you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and tiptoe from the room. The bedroom is joined to a small living room, with chairs that look comically big to you. The room is minimally furnished but looks well-lived in. You find Oak in the kitchen, deftly crimping the edges of a pie he's about to fill with preserved fruit.

"You know how to make pies?" You blurt out and feel foolish as he spins around. "I mean, good morning."

"You're awake!" He covers the distance in two big strides and engulfs you in a hug that takes you clear off your feet. You feel protected in his arms and it isn't the first time you've been reminded of just how small you are.

"What happened?" You ask, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "I hit my head falling down the stairs... before that... I don't remember."

"George got to you. I really should have seen it coming. I knew he had changed but I had no idea you were staying at that house. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

"Wait," you say, gently pushing on his shoulders. "Slow down. I'm starting to remember. So George is a vampire? Since when?"

"Ever since he fell off his horse. A vampire attacked him in the woods the day before the race. Fool he was, he didn't think much of it and participated the next day. The change caught him at the wrong time and he went mad from bloodlust and the sunlight. He's been in hiding ever since. He's terrified the town will want him staked and burnt at sunrise."

"How do you find out?"

"He's one of the few people I'm on good terms with. He came to me and begged me to get my Nana to have a look at him. He was in denial. She gave him something to help him with his bloodlust but it seems he thought starving himself would prove to be a cure. I tried to warn him not to when I saw him last, but he wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. God, I should've known."

"Stop blaming yourself," you say.

Your stomach rumbles loudly and you flush with embarrassment.

"You need to eat." Oak sets you down gently on your feet. "I'm making pies for Nana to take back to the village. Do you like apple pie?"

"I think I would like anything you make," you reply, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Oak, my feet aren't even touching the floor. Everything in your house is huge!"

"I made most of it myself," Oak laughs. "And bought the rest from the nearest Orcish town, where they make furniture for our kind."

"I've never been to an Orc town," you murmur.

"I can take you some time. If you'd like that," Oak says, setting a bowl of porridge down in front of you, and a slice of pie beside that.

"Thank you, I'd love to go," you smile.

You take a bite of the porridge and your eyes widen. "Is there cinnamon sugar in this?"

"There is, yes. Orcs like their food flavorful," he replies. "I hope it's okay."

"Oh, it's perfect! My mother used to make it like this. I love it." You eat eagerly, hardly aware of how he watches you.

The apple pie is just as good, and you almost melt into the chair at the taste of the warm, tart fruit and buttery crust.

"You really can bake," you say when you've finished all the food.

"My Nana taught me," Oak says, his chest puffing with pride.

"Someone mentioned my name?" A croaky voice calls out as the old orc lady hobbles into the room.

She spots you and smiles widely. "Ah, Oak's wife, you're awake!"

Heat rushes through you and you look at Oak and raise your eyebrows. The large orc looks mortified, squirming in his seat.

"Nana!" He hisses. "I already told you, we're not married."

"No? But you are getting to it, yes?" She asks innocently, her eyes gleaming like she knows exactly what she's doing.

"Yeah, Oak," you can't help but join in on the teasing. "When are you going to propose to me?"

  Nana gasps. "You mean he hasn't? Deary me, and he talks about you all the time too!"

  Now it's no longer funny. Your face is hot and despite yourself, you can't help but glance at him. He's fiddling with one of his braids. He meets your eyes for a moment, then clears his throat and stands.

  "I'm going to get more wood," he says gruffly, tromping out through the back door.

  The silence after he leaves is as loud as the wind outside.

  "Someone had to push him," Nana reasons, sounding like she's talking to herself.

  "I do like your grandson, Nana, but you shouldn't be forced his hand," you say. "No matter how much I like him, I want him to be happy no matter what he chooses to do."

  "I know for sure that he likes you a lot, dear child. I have never seen him like that with anyone. He just doesn't know how to go about with this love."

You smile at her because you know exactly what she's talking about. You struggle with expressing it too. It's hard to know how to act when you aren't sure how someone feels about you. She smiles back, then nods to the rest of the half-finished pies on the table.

"Do you wish to help? A little movement will do you good," she says. "I don't expect my grandson to be back anytime soon."

  Together, you finish the pies.

* * *

  You're waking up disoriented again with a thudding pain in your skull, a telltale sign that you've been hit in the head with something. Your eyes flicker open but you can't see. That is always a bad sign.

  "Oak?" You call out, disoriented.

  "Cha!" Someone says and a horse neighs in response, and suddenly you're moving even faster.

  You're in a cart or wagon, it seems. And you have a chicken feed sack on your head. You can tell because of the smell of old corn. You try to reach up and remove it but your hands are bound behind your back. Your legs are tied at the ankles tightly enough that your feet are going cold.   "Oak!" You scream over the sound of the wind.

  "Stop your yelling, girl. That orc isn't going to come for you any time soon," a familiar cold voice snaps.

  "Mrs. Markely? What are you doing?" You gasp.

  "The only thing I can do," she replies. "Believe me, Girl, I  didn't want to. But he refuses anything else. Your name is the only thing he mutters when he wakes up. I had to do something."

  "What's wrong with George?" You question, trying to squirm into a more comfortable position because there's no way you're going to try and jump out of the cart with a sack on your head.

  For all you know, she is going around Hell's Bend, the road that follows the cliffside and leads down from the hills where Oak lives into the heart of the town. You could jump right off the cliff by mistake.

  "I don't know what's wrong!" She snaps back. "He doesn't eat and he sleeps all day. At night he's like a monster. He... That day he attacked you, I followed you home because I was suspicious of his behavior. I saw you at the bottom of the stairs and him trying to bite with all these horrible teeth."     Her voice shakes and she pauses, sniffing.

  "And then your Orc comes barging into my house and tears George away and they start fighting. It was awful. I don't know what was worse, the orc punching like he wanted to kill my George or the way George kept coming at him. He got up, over and over. I think he's the Devil!"

  "Then why are you taking me to him, Mrs. Markely? You should be calling a priest."

  "You know what the church will do with him. They can't help him but maybe you can. He wants you. Maybe when he has you he'll go back to the darling boy I used to know," she murmurs. "This has to work, it just has to."

  "Oak will come looking for me," you reason. "He'll get here in time to stop you and George."

  "I spent a week planning this! I've sent him on a wild goose chase halfway to the next county. By the time the realization dawns in his green skull, my George will come back to me."

  "At what cost? Do you know what will happen to me? I'll end up dead," you argue. "Mrs. Markely, George is a vampire now. Maybe something even worse. You can't just reverse that," you sigh. "I'm sorry about what happened but this isn't going to make it right."

  "It must," she insists feverishly, cracking her whip so that the horse speeds up.

  The wheels grind against the uneven road and you're afraid a wheel is going to break. You strain your fingers to reach the rope at your wrists, plucking at the thick knot to try and loosen it. You have to at least be able to see. The very tip of a branch lashes at your face and you duck instinctively.

  "What are you doing?!" You cry.

  "It's a shortcut, I have to get there before he kills the girl-"

  "What girl? Don't tell me it's Ann!"   "I did what I had to!" Mrs. Markely shouts back. "Ann is indispensable. Now shut up and let me concentrate-"

  Mrs. Markely screams something garbled and the cart comes to an abrupt halt. The knot finally loosens and you yank the rope from your tender wrists and ankles and pull the sack off your head to see what's happening. You almost want to put it back on when you see what Mrs. Markely is looking at.

  "Oh George," she moans, "what have you done?"

  George is standing a few feet away, in a shaft of moonlight coming through the trees. He's holding a girl with tangled air and dirty cheeks. Her arms are covered in gruesome bitemarks that are bleeding sluggishly. It looks like he gnawed at her skin like a chew toy, unsatisfied with the taste. You gasp.

  "Ann!"

  "Oh, god," Mrs. Markely sobs as the realization starts to hit her. "George..."

  "Do not call me by that name," the creature says. "George is gone."

  "Drop the girl!" You call out, not expecting him to do just that.

  Mrs. Markely perks up as she remembers you. "I brought the girl, George. Just like you wanted. Come back to your senses, my boy."     The creature scoffs. As the leaves of the tree shift overhead, you catch a glimpse of a protruding jaw and cruel, slimy teeth. Red eyes glow from dark hollows. From the screech Mrs. Markely lets out, she has seen it too. If not for the clothes, no one would be able to tell that it's the same person. The creature is right. George is gone.

  "Leave the girl alone," you call out. "She's dying."   "Her life is inconsequential to me," the creature says. "But you, I want you."

  Mrs. Markely shoves you forward and you nearly fall. The whites of her eyes gleam in the dark. She's no longer sorrowful but afraid.

  "Take her, devil. Take her and promise you'll spare me."     You sigh but remain where you are. You have to save Ann, even if it costs you your safety. You can picture her mother, frantically searching for her. Ann is her only child.

  The creature grins, all sharp teeth, and an oversized mouth. "No promises. Run, human."

  Mrs. Markely bolts for the cart, but at least she scoops Ann up along the way, sobbing tears of remorse. She bundles Ann into the back and clambers in herself and leaves without a backward glance, the wagon careening around the bend of trees. The wind blows, giving your skin icy kisses. You're not wearing enough to keep yourself warm. You lift your chin and ask as bravely as you can,

  "What do you want?"

  "You, my dear," the creature says, and you shudder at how warm his sounds.

  Too friendly, too calm.

  Leaves crunch underfoot as he shuffles closer. His chin is crusted with dried blood. Most of his hair has been torn out, leaving his scalp in pitiful condition. He looks like a dead thing. His eyes simmer like two red moons, pinning you in place.

  You can't breathe, can't speak, and can't look away.

  He has grown taller since the last time you saw him, head and shoulders above you, thin and muscular, soft and hard, contradictions everywhere on his body. He leans down and the sound of his voice, rolling in on itself like a giant purring cat, washes around you. All you can do is stand there, as his tongue unfurls and swipes across your face like a wet towel. You feel like you're falling and yet again, there is no one to catch you.   * * *

Hello. It's me with my army of cliffhangers in tow. It's funny how I thought I had gotten bored of this story but I finally forced myself to write this part and ended up enjoying writing it, and then got inspired with ideas to flesh this story out EVEN more. Now I'm debating on whether I should do it, because I have other ideas knocking on my door, along with old and new requests I have not written.

By the way, writing guides are the culprit of the cliffhangers. I have been told to "keep the readers hooked" so many times that I do it subconsciously. Off the cliff with you and I will give you one spindly tree root to hold and you might end up falling into the river below which is full of territorial angry merfolk. Perilous times indeed!

Have a good day or night and remember, don't try to solve your whole life. Instead, focus on adding good things to it. One at a time, just let your pile of good things grow.

That's the quote I'm now going to live by.

[mcalhenwrites]

Another life update, and the news is not... wonderful? It's not bad, it was kind of expected. I was covering two of three shifts that the guy who was let go at the other store usually worked. I took Tues/Fri, and left Mon for rest. I typically plan most of my dr appts around the days I work. I already work weekends. I took those two days so my boss didn't have to work the front desk, but she was still looking to hire someone. We're both grateful to one another, since it freed her up and gave me extra hours. Anyway, she told me Tue she'd interviewed someone and she seemed like a really cool fit. She is being hired on! Which is excellent, but I will lose one of my days. I still get to keep one tho! I've admittedly been stretched thin, and if I'm going to help the baker around the holidays, less time at the front desk will keep me from overworking. That said, financially, I can't really afford to not work every second of every day, and frankly sleep and the need for food are massive and expensive inconveniences. (And I'm sure I still wouldn't make enough to survive.) Anyhow, I'm okay with this for self-care reasons, and I'm going to keep focusing on writing in-between moving out, the surgery, and dr appts. ^^ I was so tired I wasn't even able to bother feeding myself for several meals. Between the fear and anxiety about my uncertain future that is ever-present, a lack of finances, and needing to pack asap so all kitchen stuff is now in boxes (I owned almost all of it and only left out my lunch box for work and a spoon I use for lunches), I haven't... really been eating much at all. Or I'll grab something on my way to work/home from work at gas stations and fast food places. Luckily, I did start rewriting Where the Lanterns Glow in a shorter form, and it will be 100% absolutely smutty as fuck (it originally started as an erotica that grew in plot), but I'm working more on the untitled Henry/Warren thing. I'm also working on stuff for a vendor event, and ofc I have rewards - I'm drawing Monarch again for my $10 tier. ^^ Wish me luck, and again, if you can boost my posts about my books and commissions and everything, I'd be really grateful for the help. I am doing my best here, but it feels like my life is always "good things come just so I can lose them" and I still stupidly hoped it wouldn't when it finally felt like I was working my way out of rock bottom. I told Yume that it feels like I'm always still failing, even when I have accomplished things. It's just so hard when the rocks tumble out of the wall I'm climbing and smack me in the head as soon as my ass hits the bottom again.

[ilraksroost]

So ... I did a thing tonight and better judgement would say "Ilrak, wait to post this in the morning" but I'm making decisions about things that make me happy after 9 lol. I'm going to try and have the spoons to ID tag this tomorrow and I'm going to put the rest of this under a cut but ... I fucked around with drawing out lighting cue ideas because I needed a distraction tonight.

So, here's lighting cues with parts of the scene I keep imagining for "As the World Begins to Wane" in this essentially fan-fiction, speculative libretto thing I've been doing (that has been such a good exercise and has me jazzed to write more stuff again). There won't be any images of folks in these, it's just the lighting. And I believe you should be able to full screen all these.

Oh, and stage design I did fitting into the stage at Salt Lake Acting Company because they'd absolutely pull off Absent Moon

First, the design without any lighting or anything really Didn't do anything with the walls because I gotta look at them again next time I'm there.

Also, the wreature stuff is place holder names and such.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 10a

*Warning Adult Content*

Feed the Demons - Part 1

- Knox -

"Feel any better?" Knox asks after lying in silence with Everett for almost an hour.

"Yeah," Everett softly replies. "I know I'm not the easiest person in the world to deal with, so thanks for staying with me when you didn't have to."

Knox succumbs to the tugging at the corners of his mouth, breaking out into a smile.

"As if I'd rather be anywhere else."

The pull Knox feels toward Everett is bordering on otherworldly.

A traumatic event brought them together and now Knox can barely stand to be away from the boy.

He isn't sure how he ended up spooning Everett on his bed but this is the position they wound up in after Everett's crying fit ended.

Knox would laugh at himself if he wasn't still upset about whatever the fuck it was that triggered Everett.

Finn had placed the blame on Scar but Knox prefers to do his due diligence before falling for hearsay.

Something obviously triggered Everett and Knox has never been more determined to get to the root of the problem.

And if push comes to shove, eliminate it.

"Before I lost my shit and freaked everyone out, Finn explained to me the reason behind why you claimed me," Everett says, his fingers drawing made-up shapes on Knox's hand that's resting at his waist. "He also referred to you as The Beast. Is that your official nickname around here or something?"

"Or something," Knox grumbles.

"I didn't get to ask Finn about the meaning, so what's the story behind it?" Everett questions, and he doesn't miss the way Knox's body tenses behind him. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

Knox sighs at the apology, unconsciously nuzzling his face into Everett's curls.

He's been here for a while, so his natural scent has mixed with Knox's cologne, creating a unique smell that makes Knox's head spin and core tingle in the most delicious way.

"It's more so about not making you feel uncomfortable," Knox says.

"God, is it really that bad?" Everett asks.

"Yes," Knox answers with another sigh. "I've done things over the years, a lot of sick and twisted shit, that will grant me a permanent spot in Hell when I die. Contrary to how I hype up the club and my brothers, I'm not a good person, Everett. I'm a monster, a fucking savage with no remorse. I may not have been born this way but it's who I am now. There ain't no changing me."

Everett turns around at that, facing Knox.

"There's still some good left in you, Knox. A lot of good. I wouldn't be here right now if there wasn't."

"You give me more credit than I deserve, kitten."

Knox smirks but this time, it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Me calling myself a monster isn't some depressive statement to gain pity points, it's a fact. The things I've done to my enemies... they're unrecognizable by the time I'm finished with them. And you know the worst part? Sometimes I take pleasure in delivering pain. It feeds the demons that keep me alive."

Everett doesn't respond right away, just stares at Knox while he tries to paint a picture with the man's morbid words.

If he ever finds what he's looking for, Knox can't tell but Everett speaks a few seconds later.

The question he asks this time, oddly enough, is one that Knox has never gotten asked before.

"Would you classify your enemies as being bad people?" Everett asks.

"Every single one of them?"

Knox's jaw ticks while thinking of his answer.

Face after face after mutilated face rushes forward into his conscious mind, along with a few repressed memories that evidently had not been buried deep enough.

"My brothers and I don't harm women and children," Knox responds. "All the men I've put down, they ranged from drug dealers to sex traffickers. So, yeah, they were bad people. The world is better off without them."

"Then maybe what you're doing isn't so terrible," Everett says. "Despite how you do it, cleansing the earth of bad guys doesn't sound all that horrific to me. You're neither a monster nor a beast. You're just... Knox."

Everett smiles, poking at his broad, still very much bare chest.

"My big, annoying panda."

Knox chuckles, relaxing a bit as the darkness of his past drifts back to where it came from.

"How long do you plan on calling me that?"

"How long do you plan on calling me kitten?" Everett playfully counters. Knox doesn't respond.

"That's what I thought, panda. I wonder how your brothers would react to hearing me call you that instead of The Beast. Bet they'd get a kick out of it."

Knox laughs.

"The fuckers wouldn't let me live it down, so let's keep it between us for now."

It feels like Knox has entered The Twilight Zone and he isn't sure whether to stay or look for a way out.

He just confessed to being a heartless killer and sadist, so why hasn't Everett run out of the room screaming?

People are smart enough to steer clear of Knox based on his intimidating looks alone.

His resting bitch face is no joke.

Though, for whatever reason, none of that seems to phase Everett anymore, which further piques Knox's curiosity about the boy.

"So, uh, where'd you go earlier?" Everett asks, averting eye contact. "After we almost, you know... were about to do something we shouldn't have."

"You mean kiss and fuck?"

Knox arches a brow as Everett's cheeks redden.

"I'll never force myself on you, Everett. You ran into the bathroom because you weren't ready to do more with me and that's fine. When the rational part of my brain kicked in, I left to give you some space. Hell, I needed it, too. I think we can both agree that we're too fucking explosive together when riled up like that."

Everett nods, still blushing hard.

"Everyone is probably upset about us skipping out on our party. This isn't how I wanted my introduction to the club to go. I'm sure they all think I'm some kind of a nutcase now..."

"No one here thinks that," Knox interjects, speaking with assurance.

He gently grips Everett's chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

"And you shouldn't either, understand?"

Everett nods again, his eyes drifting from Knox's eyes down to his lips.

"Careful, kitten. Trouble happens when you look at me like that." "Sorry."

Everett scoots away, putting distance between them.

Before Knox can scold himself for ruining the moment, his cell vibrates in his pocket.

"One sec."

He sits up in bed to read the new text from Finn, informing him that Scar has rejoined the party.

A hard scowl settles on Knox's face as he stands to leave the room.

"I need to take care of something important." He pauses when his hand touches the doorknob, looking back at Everett.

"Will you be okay on your own while I'm gone?"

Everett sits up on the bed and immediately begins fiddling with his fingers.

"You're not leaving the property, are you?"

"No, kitten," Knox says, smiling. "I'll still be in the house."

"Okay. I'm fine here," Everett says, studying Knox's demeanor. "You look tense all of a sudden, so... be careful doing whatever it is you plan on doing."

'It ain't me you should be worried about.'

[yuichi-ro]

cw: fem!Reader, angst/comfort, mentions of death, loss of family word count: 0.9k

"You once said that everyone leaves you."

Here sprawled out on the couch, Dime resting soundly on the ground and your eyes following Nobuchika as he came to sit on the couch next to you. Your eyes met like they'd done many times over the past three decades. What you spoke of was in a fit of emotional turmoil years before this very moment but still it stuck. Lacing your thoughts every once in a while with the heaviness of his words.

"Well...do you still feel that way?"

Nobuchika sat down, careful to avoid Dime's tail when he seated himself next to you on the couch, "You know I never meant you."

Clink of the spoon against the edge of your tea cup when you stirred in the sugar that stubbornly refused to dissolve, "Part of me knows that but...part of me always felt like I was to blame too. I did let my hue get clouded first after all."

"No, technically Kogami did." He watched your motions carefully but without a hint of tracking what you were really doing. Like he was watching something else take place even as you raised the cup to your lips and his eyes followed, "I understand why your hue became clouded. I should have understood sooner but I-"

"Death is uncomfortable." You murmur into the lip of your tea cup, "It's always been uncomfortable. I don't think the Sibyl system can will that away with any amount of meds or therapy or logic."

Nobuchika reached for his cup. Finding the heat infusing his right hand but remaining nothing to his left. Save for the pressure registering in his brain thanks to the prosthetic, the man still couldn't tell you this was a hot cup of tea if it was just left to his left hand, "Dad warned me about getting a different position. He probably figured I could make friends in some other office space."

"You suck at making friends." Smile hidden behind the drink raised to your lips.

He sent an unamused glare your way but that quickly dispersed into a sigh, "I really do don't I."

Setting your tea back down you scooted closer to him on the couch and laid a hand on his thigh. Drawing Nobuchika's gaze to your touch before he tipped his head up to see you already looking at him, "Know that I never meant to leave you. Ever. Latent criminal or not, all I ever thought about was what our life was supposed to be together. And now it's- Well it's this."

Back before the two of you even took the placement and aptitude tests. Before Sibyl judged you both for the correct jobs. Placed you on a path that was supposed to be the perfect one suited for your needs. Before either of you understood anything outside the realm of his divorced parents and your emotionally absent ones. The picture perfect idea of life and family always hung above your heads like a welcome sign to a house.

That house now long abandoned. With the same sign of a happy nuclear family peeling from neglect and change. It would look different to anyone who didn't know what to look for.

"Well..." Nobuchika stopped to list the things he could coming to mind as he looked around the dormitory for the enforcers. Sure they all looked the same but upon closer inspection there was always subtle homey differences to everyone's dorm, "We're together, that's one thing."

Pep talk was almost unheard of from this man. Over three decades later and still he was so terrible at being motivation that it made you smile. Gripping his thigh a little as you looked from the two tea cups on the table, down to Dime snoozing happily and then over the rest of the room, "...we have our own place."

"We cook all our meals together."

"We make the bed together every morning."

"Our commute to work is about as short as it could be."

"Our finances are taken care of jointly."

He stopped and looked down at Dime. Before he knew it though Nobuchika reached out and squeezed the top of your hand before a smile crossed his lips ever so softly staring down at the silly dog unaware of anything going on, "...we have a family that I couldn't be more proud of."

Thinking long ago that the idea of family had been stripped of you the moment you became an enforcer. You'd never hand little cute pictures of ultrasounds or hard artwork tacked up to your fridge. That was out of the question. And if you couldn't provide that for him, then what sort of family could even be called a family out of two enforcers and a dog?

Still as you sat with him on the couch like you did every night. Dime's hair getting grey at the peak of his head. And Nobuchika very much present with you in the moment. There was a glimmer that this was the perfect outcome after all.

"You said that everyone leaves you at some point," You drew up on those words again. This time softer than before. Accented only by the fact you took Nobuchika's hand in yours to bring up to your lips. Kissing his knuckles gingerly before leveraging him closer to you so you could leave the gentle kiss on his lips to match the one on his knuckles, "Know that I have never wanted to leave you. And I never want to leave this." You smiled as Dime got up only enough to rest his head on your thigh expecting a head rub right after you kissed Nobuchika, "Our perfect little family."

[yunhoiseyecandy]

✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥- 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

 happy birthday, @hanatiny !!! a big thanks to @barnesbabee​ for giving me the plot for this story

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it was like a constant cycle

he goes to work, deems his workers' articles unworthy of being published, and then drives home late in the night only to be greeted by the emptiness of his home.

and he was starting to lose his mind

he needed a change in his schedule, like an escape from the real world. it’s normal to grow a need to leave a place you’ve grown to get tired from after so long.

the only thing closest to an escape for him would have to be sarah, his assistant at work. but he can’t remember the last time she’s made him feel something. 

it started out as fuck buddies, but hongjoong soon got bored of her. she wasn’t into the things that he was, which made hongjoong confused because she said she liked it rough.

and it’s not like he did anything that she wouldn’t want, he made sure to respect her boundaries. but he was tired of being vanilla, so he opted to do the one thing he never thought he’d do,

sign up as sugar daddy

“mingi, are you sure this is a good idea?” hongjoong said, his thumbs swiping up and down the screen of his phone. they’ve had no luck so far, only finding sketchy accounts that seem to be run by bots. “Yeah, I mean I got olivia from this app.”

“that doesn’t mean shit, dude.” san chuckled, slapping mingi upside the head. online dating is one thing, but finding a sugar baby who only really wants money is another. 

it was hard finding someone who wasn’t only there for money, and he knew it would probably take a while before he found someone, considering money is the only reason they even had an account.

he wanted someone to take care of, to get his mind away from work and only focus on the way she felt wrapped around him, focusing on the sharp gasps for air that left her mouth.

“guys, I think we should just give up alread-”

san snatched hongjoong’s phone from mingi’s hand, motioning towards him with a wide smirk on his face. “I think you’ll like her. read the description.”

hongjoong laughed, surprised at how excited san seemed to be. he looked down at his phone, mouth agape at the words on screen. he’d never seen someone as intriguing as you, and the white lace you had on only made it harder for him to not press message right then and there.

introduction

hey baby, my name’s rose. are you my next sugar daddy? I’m 22 years old, and I’m looking for someone who always has time for me. 

what are my interests?

I love painting, and photography is a close second on my favorites. I’m open to just about anything, so I don’t mind it if we have different hobbies.

hard no’s in bed?

nope, I’m open to anything and everything. maybe even a little bit of pain..

"you can breath if you want." san said, and hongjoong scoffed at the younger ones words.

he couldn't peel his eyes away from the screen, you were just too pretty. and he knew he had to have you.

"you guys can leave now, I think we're done here."

—

as soon as he saw you walk into the restaurant, he knew this was going to be a long night.

you had on a black dress with small slits on the side of it that made him want to bend you over the table you two were about to eat on.

he stood up from his seat to greet you, pulling out your chair and gesturing you to sit. "you look beautiful, rose."

he really didn't know what else to say, and the words left his mouth so effortlessly.

you couldn't lie that he looked more than handsome, and you felt slightly intimidated by the look in his eyes.

"thank you. and you look really nice, too."

it was a long and comfortable evening, but you couldn't help but tease him every now and then.

sometimes by going to "grab a napkin", but just using it as an excuse to show off your cleavage. or even going as far as to flirt with the waiter, slightly touched their arm when they would bring a new glass of water.

hongjoong lost it when you both had ordered dessert, and you decided it would be a good idea to suck the chocolate off the spoon while looking right in his eyes.

you loved his reactions, and you could tell you'd be in for it tonight. but after all, that was your whole plan.

this seemed different than all of your other sugar daddy's. he was genuinely interested in you, and not only for the sex. even though, you wouldn't mind it if he was.

"I can tell what you're doing, and you might want to stop while you can," he said, leaning in towards you.

you smirked at him, tilting your head to the side. "I don't think I understand what you mean, hongjoong."

scoffing, he waved down the host to bring the check. "I doubt that, sweetheart."

—

maybe teasing him was a bad idea. because as soon as you walked through the front door of his apartment he had your clothes scattered across the floor, already leading you to his room and on the bed.

“what’s your name, baby?” his voice was deep as he whispered into your ear, biting down on the shell of it as he sat you on his lap.

you leaned back, hands resting on his chest. “rose, I thought you knew?”

he chuckled, “no, you’re real name.”

you didn’t know what to say to him. no one has ever asked you for your real name, let alone care enough to ask if rose was your actual one. you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when he brushed his hand against your cheek, feeling the warmth through his actions.

you hesitated, leaning back into his touch. “it’s y/n..” 

your lips brushed against his as you spoke, and you could taste the chocolate ice cream from earlier on them. 

he hummed, his hands running up and down your body before he placed his thumb on your lip, trapping your jaw between his pointer finger and thumb. it was a soft movement, and it took your body by surprise when he tilted your head to the side so he could place wet, hot kisses all over your chest.

no one has ever done that before, and you loved the rush it gave your body. you tried your hardest to keep your legs from closing around his waist, but your underwear was starting to rub against you in a way that had your mouth closing to keep any noises from escaping your mouth.

“mhm, y/n,” he groaned into your skin. it was a beautiful name, and he thought it fit you all too well.

maybe it was the way he felt your wetness when you brushed against his shirt that had him flip you over, or it could’ve been because of the lingerie you had on. but he needed to hear you, taste you, anything that would have you screaming his name over and over again. 

you gasped when he un-clipped your bra and pulled it off, tossing it on the ground and getting on his knees in front of you. 

“I’ve been trying to picture how you’d look like this,” his hands ran up your legs, pushing them apart, “but nothing that I’ve imagined could ever compare to the view I have right now.”

your hands gripped the sheets beneath you as you took in everything. his lips as he dragged them up your thighs, the way his fingers teased the hem of your panties. and the way his eyes never once left yours. 

“hongjoong,” you moaned as you felt him pull your underwear from your body as he returned back to his previous place. “please just do something already.”

he teased you, kissing right above where you needed him the most. he'd usually tease you since that's what you'd done to him. but right now there's no time for that.

he pressed the flat of his tongue against your clit, flicking up into it and moaning around you. your head dropped back, and you couldn't help the whine the left your mouth.

"fuck, right there."

he made sure to take his time with you, wanting to make you come more than once tonight. his movements were slow at first, but they got faster with every moan you let past your lips.

his lips parted from your core, slipping a finger in you and groaning at how wet you were. "you taste so good,"

he felt you clench around him, and he easily slipped in another finger while watching your mouth drop open again.

his mouth found its way back to your clit as he sucked on it hard, curling his fingers to push you over the edge.

"h-hongjoong!" you clenched one last time around his fingers, feeling yourself tense up when his teeth grazed your clit.

he sat up slowly, enjoying your fucked out face more than he should. and as pretty as you looked right now, he wanted to see tears streaming down your face while making you come.

you were already tired and he hasn't even fucked you yet, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach and spread your thighs apart, pulling his boxers down.

his hand grabbed the base of his cock and he dragged it up your core, his knees digging into the matress behind you.

he pushed in slowly, making sure you were comfortable and not in pain. your eyes fluttered closed at your good he felt, and you clenched tightly around him when his finger moved to draw circles around your clit.

just like earlier, his strokes were slow. but with every passing moment his hips seemed to have a mind of their own and his place quickened.

you felt one of his hands press on the small of your back, pushing you into the matress.

the angle that you were at now had you screaming his name, and you could feel his cock hit all the places your fingers never could.

he made a warmth spread through your body when he angled his hips a certain way, hitting that one spot inside of you that made a silent scream come out.

"you close, baby? gonna make a mess on my cock?"

you couldn't tell if it was because of your previous orgasm, but you came as soon as those words left his mouth, nail ripping the bed sheets as you came around him.

hongjoong's head fell back as you came, his bangs sticking to his forehead from all the sweat he's built up.

it wasn't long after you came that he pulled out, ropes of his cum lining your back as he took in the view.

you slumped onto the bed legs giving out while he went to the bathroom and turned the shower on.

never in his life has he ever taken a shower with someone, only grabbing a wet towel to clean them up. but this felt different, and he felt the need to pamper you after all the stress he's put on your body.

"can you walk, baby, or do you want me to carry you?"

─────

[yandere-wishes]

All’s Fair In Love And War //Yandere Lucifer x reader x Yandere Belphegor

WARING: Toxic relationships, slight sexual themes, implied noncon, manipulation.

Huge thanks to Vanya ( @dear-yandere​ ) for inspiring this fic, love you lots darling!

 "What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing" 

You gripped the wooden handle of the spoon tighter, eyes closing for a fraction of a second, just to fight off the mental image of who was behind you. The oldest and the youngest two enchanting nightmares. 

It had -for the most part- always been like this. Back in heaven, you had been a dear friend of Lilith's, thus resulting in you spending a great deal of time with her brothers. Out of the six, you had enjoyed Belphagore's company the most. The two of you had a relationship akin to that of crushing middle schoolers too embarrassed to tell the other exactly how they felt. 

Then there was the morningstar, the favorite child, who made it very clear that he liked you. Constantly touching you in some manner, having an arm around your waist or having his face, his lips mere inches from your skin. Causing the flesh to heat up and melt into a pink blush shade. 

When the war in heaven had broken out, you'd been practically obligated to join the rebels' side. Fighting alongside your life long friend and her family. Resulting in your ultimate fall into the Devildom. That's when the trouble had really started. Belphegor rebelled once more this time against lord Diavolo, causing his older brother to lock him in the attic. Those where quieter times, Lucifer barely paid you to mind, being too preoccupied with the new exchange student and their constant pact making. 

But those times had ended, broken and shattered by the freedom of your former crush and the possessiveness that followed suit. 

You felt a warm breath hit the side of your neck, Belphegor pulled you closer to his chest. Gently gliding his fingers over the soft skin of your forearm all the way to where your fingers grasped the spoon. With a forceful tug, he pried your arm away causing the wooden utensil to fall on the tile floor with a soft thumping noise. 

"Belphegor are you even aware of the mess you're creating?" Lucifer marched towards the two of you, his embodied rage evident in each step he took. His leather-bound hands swiftly flew to your head. Intangling themselves softly in your silky locks. There was something so soothing about feeling you, your delicate skin,  your soft hair, everything about you was perfect, molded to fit him like a puzzle piece. 

The moment in all it's short-lived glory was serene and almost gave off the notion of being normal and dare it to be said, sweet. But as one minute bleeds into the next, the avatar of sloth got fed up with his bother's gestures once more. He took a step back and then another tightening his grip on your waist to the point where bruised stated forming and dragging you away from his bother. He mumbled a "hmph" and glared daggers with his rich purple eyes. "She's mine Lucifer, back off!" 

"(Y/n) I do have to say nights in the Devildom use to be so peaceful! Why did that ever have to change?" Lucifer smirked, mischief dancing in his blazing eyes, while words sharper then knives prepped themselves on his tongue ready to be catapulted to his younger kin. 

"Do you remember how you use to cuddle in my arms? Your face buried in my chest mumbling about how you could hear my heartbeat? You were so happy so calm, simply allowing yourself to be soothed by my fingers drawing shapes on your tender bare skin." 

The words pierced Belphie's heart and mind. Brain fluttering with images of you lying naked next to his disgusting brother. Him actually having the audacity to touch you, speak to you, look at you! In a haze of rage, he brought his arm up to your neck, fingers locking on fingerprint shaped bruises from the last dramatical fit the two brothers threw. Yet another incident where you where the defenses darling, the poor spectator being trampled by the cast. 

You desperately tried to explain what had really happened. That the firstborn had constantly dragged you to his room. Forcing himself on to you as you begged him to stop. Only after he was done did he let you rest. Crushing you in his grasp and whispering degrading nothings into your ears until you drifted into a nightmare induced slumber. 

But of course, the end justifies the means,  like most things in the house of lamination. It didn't matter that Lucifer had raped you. That he had committed the sin. It was you who was at fault. You who would feel the pain of Belphagore's wrath. 

As the blue-haired demon's fingers tightened, even more, his mouth found it's way to your neck. Biting an already purplish-red mark. For a second, you pondered who had left it there, Lucifer or Belphagor? In the following second, your mind snapped back to the horrid reality in front of you, when Belphagor bit down harshly on the old love bite. Causing you to choke out a moan. His hand that was wrapped around your waist untangled it's self and slid down your torso, under the skirt of your RAD uniform. His fingers quickly slipped into you, releasing anther gag like noise to escape your captivated throth. 

"I don't like being ignored you two!"

It was a demand, 'pay attention to me' it screamed 'I'm here too!' really it sounded more like Lucifer when he was still a little angel in heaven throwing hissy fits when you and Belphagore didn't let him play your little games. 

In a flash the dark-haired demon was in front of you, digging his fingers into your shoulders and locking his lips with your own. His fang-like teeth piercing your lower lip drawing droplets of blood. His tongue snaked into your mouth, shoving its self down your throat. 

"You being selfish Lucifer, I always watch, it's your turn now." 

The oldest darted his eyes upwards staring menacingly into the youngest, eyes. He didn't break the kiss until he knew you would faint from the lack of oxygen. When he pulled away, a thin layer of slava stuck to his lips. Act as a chain to connect the two of you. "Really now Belphi I'm being selfish? You're the one that started this game, I simply intend to win it."

Please no you begged siliently when they "played" you ended up as the casualty. Too sore and bruised and bloody to get up the next day. Missing classes and getting scolded by Diavolo or Barbatos or if you were particularly unlucky Lucifer himself. Interesting another game to take place. Really it was a cycle that never seemed to break. Belphi vs Lucy, Lucy vs Belphi and poor you cough in the crossfire. The victim, the prey, the sufferer. Yet never once were you permitted to complain. 

After all, all's fair in love and war...

[chemist-ana]

Tension

Book- The Nanny Affair

Content Warning- 18+ sexual content, NSFW, Smut

Summary- Its the beginning of the Holiday season and Thanksgiving Day is here. Ana is going to spend the holiday with Sam Dalton, Mason, Mickey and Sams pretentious parents. After everything that has happened, will they be able to get along and say Thanks?

This TNA series all started with a Thanksgiving prompt from my TNA Group on Facebook.  Shout-out nannies! This is my first FanFic, thank you for pushing me to get out of my comfort zone and write for fun!

All characters belong to Pixelberry except my OCs

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"It smells so good in here Ana!" Mason exclaims as he walks into the kitchen with Mickey.

"Well thank you boys, can one of you grab the milk out of the fridge for me?"

Mason slides off of the barstool as Sam walks in and stands with his chest against my back, sliding his strong arms around my waist.

"Oh Ana, this house smells better than it ever has, what on earth are you making?" Sam asks as he plants a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Well I wanted to make something that would impress your parents for Thanksgiving tomorrow, so I am making my pumpkin pie cake!" Sam moves to stand beside me and his eyes soften.

"I appreciate the effort you are putting into building a relationship with them, but you know I don't care what they think about us." He says softly so the boys can't hear. I give him a small smile and try to ignore the pang of guilt that rises in my chest. I will admit my life has become infinitely better since that day in Italy when Sam proclaimed his love for me, but I wonder if he could honestly say the same. My thought is interrupted by Mickey reaching over the counter and dipping his finger into the frosting bowl. He promptly sticks his finger in his mouth with a grin.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good!" He exclaims, laughing as I give him a quick glare.

"I want to try!" Mason makes a move to stick his finger in and I stop him.

"Let me give you a spoon, no dirty fingers allowed."

"Boys why don't you go wash up, dinner will be here any moment, I ordered pizza from Patsys." Sam says to the boys who immediately run out of the room. "When was the last time I told you how beautiful you are?" Sam puts his hand on my waist, drawing my eyes to his. My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips and his gaze darkens. A heated flare of longing sweeps through my body and I drop the spoon with a loud clang in the bowl. My hands wrap behind his neck and I pull him down to my lips. He parts my lips with his tongue and we lose ourselves in each other, even if only for a moment. We are interrupted by Mason and Mickey as they run back into the room.

"The pizza is here! We heard the bell ring!"

I grin sheepishly at Sam and he gives me one last quick kiss on the lips. He traces my jaw with his lips until he whispers "I love you" into my ear.

Later that night, Sam puts the boys to bed and joins me on the couch. He wore black sweats and a well-loved Duke sweatshirt, so different then the Sam everyone else knows during the day.

"Lets go to bed" Sam says to me as he rises from the couch and picks me up quickly, and I wrap my legs around his back. He touches his nose to mine, his hands squeeze my ass with possession. "Im crazy about you" he breathes into my lips before crashing his lips into mine.

We end up in the bedroom, and he sets me down softly. He pulls my silk dress over my head and when it hits the floor I stand before him completely naked. His hands find my breasts as he steps into me. My body melts into his touch as our lips crash together. I reach under his sweatshirt, seeking his warm skin. I feel his muscles flex under my touch as I remove his sweatshirt over his head. He presses his hips into mine and I can feel his length hard against my belly, proof of his unfailing desire for me. He crushes the rest of his body into me and gripping my hips, picks me up from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed. He lays me down gently on my back and leans over me.

"Christ you are so beautiful" he groans as his eyes rake over my naked body. He stands up and slowly moves his sweatpants down his long legs, he is naked underneath, adding even more fuel to my desire. He climbs over me on the bed, resting his thick length against my belly. I reach behind him to grab his tight ass pulling him closer to me. Lifting my head I press my lips to his and we lose each other. Sam rolls his hips teasing my core and making my insides clench. He breaks the kiss and begins lowering himself down. His lips find my breasts teasing my nipple with his tongue and rolling the other one in his large hand, drawing my nipples to a hard point. His other hand reaches down between my legs and finds my sex dripping wet for him.

"God you are so wet for me, always so ready" Sam groans before pressing his lips to mine again. I reach down and grab his thick length and stroke it until I feel the moisture begin to bead at the tip.

"Take me" I breathe into his mouth and with one swift motion he surges his hips forward into mine, filling me up so deep I let out a loud moan. My hands reach up and grab his hair, desperate to feel every part of him. I wrap my legs around his ass, trying to eliminate any space between us. His muscled body strained above me, working his hard shaft in and out of my tight sex, a slow and deep penetration that made me feel so possessed Over and over again his body moved against mine. Our moans filled the room. My fingers gripped the muscles of his back, and our bodies glistened with sweat. I felt the orgasm building, moaning his name I gave into it, letting it crash over me and overwhelming my senses. Shuddering I feel Sam follow me over the edge.

"God Ana, I need you." He moans burying his face into my throat. We lay in bliss together catching our breaths. As I come down off of the post orgasm high, my mind begins to wander about dinner the next day. Sam looks over at me and sees that my mind is somewhere else.

"Are you thinking about tomorrow?" He asks almost as if he is reading my mind.

I look over at him taking in the purely masculine man that satisfies every need in my body.

"Unfortunately. Not exactly what I should be thinking about following that performance, but I can't help but be concerned about how it will go".

Sam rolls onto his side and cups my cheek with his hand. "Ana I know that my parents haven't exactly been supportive of you and me, but in time they will see what I see."

I roll onto my side and face him, "Which is what?"

"A smart, beautiful, driven young woman that loves me and my kids endlessly. I could not have asked for a better woman to be in our lives." I lean over and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you Sam."

"I love you Ana." And our gentle kisses turn into something more, and we get lost in each other again.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of coffee and Sam sitting on the edge of the bed. "You are so beautiful when you sleep, I can't help but watch you." His words make me smile. "We should be leaving in about an hour, I brought you coffee."

"You are a saint" I smile up at him and press a quick kiss to his lips. He watches me with a heated gaze as I stride to the bathroom totally naked. I settle on an emerald green silk dress and my black Gucci heals, elegant yet sexy. Sam walks into the closet as I strap on my heal.

"You look heavenly, we better get out of here before I don't leave at all".

The drive to the Dalton residence seemed to drag on, the boys talk excitedly in the back seat about how they are going to eat their weight in food today.

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning just so I could fit even more food in my stomach!" Mickey exclaimed, "I am SO ready! I am going to eat more food then I have ever eaten before in my life!"

"I bet I will eat more than you" Mason teased his brother, "I always eat more than you!"

I look back at them with laughter in my eyes "boys as long as you don't eat yourselves sick." Sam reaches over and puts his hand on my knee and gives it a little squeeze.

"Today is going to be great". I was sure he was saying that to convince me just as much as he was trying to convince himself. "Boys no pranks today alright?" Sam glances in the rear view mirror at the twins. "Alright?"

"Yeah sure dad" Mickey rolls his eyes and turns his gaze to the buildings outside. Sam shakes his head but turns his attention back to the road. I steal a glance at Sam, and he has worry etched in his face. I reach for his hand and entwine my fingers with his. He gives me a small smile, squeezes my hand in his, and rests our joined hands on his thigh. A strange silence falls in the car, tension loading the air. The rest of the drive to Scarsdale passes in silence. Everyone lost in their own thoughts. Eventually we pull up to the Dalton estate, which never ceases to amaze me with its size and extravagance. I share a nervous glance with Sam before getting out of the car. The boys run ahead, and Sam grabs my hand as we make our way to the front door. The large door swings open before the boys even have the chance to knock and Vivian steps out with a huge grin.

"There are my boys!"

"Grandma!!"  Mason and Mickey leap into their grandmothers arms, and start talking excitedly about the drive and how excited they are for dinner. Sam wraps his mother in a tight hug, then she turns to me. Vivian extends her arms to me and brings me into a tight hug and my eyes widen in surprise as I look over her shoulder at Sam.

"Welcome! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!" Vivian exclaims as she pulls away from me. Sam and I follow her into their home hand in hand.

Mason Sr sits quietly in the living room, staring pensively out the window. He doesn't look up when we enter the room. Mason and Mickey run over to him talking excitedly about all the food, and he finally snaps back into the present. "Hey boys..." Vivian starts talking before I can hear the conversation between them.

"Ana what did you bring? It looks marvelous." I turn my attention to her as we walk into the kitchen and I explain my pumpkin cake. "Well I cannot wait to try it, everything should be ready to eat shortly, can I get you something to drink, wine perhaps?"

After some awkward conversation between us, Vivian leads us into the dining room, and the table is set like it's straight out of a magazine, covered in food and decorations.  Mason Sr enters the room and takes a seat at the table without acknowledging Sam or I. I exchange a weary glance with Sam before sitting down and pulling my napkin to my lap.

"Wow grandma there is so much food!" Mickey exclaims as he sits down at the table directly across from me.

"I bet I will eat more than you!" Mason says picking up his fork and knife in each hand.

"You're on! But, before we eat we have to go around the table and say what we are thankful for" Mickey exclaims as he puts the fork down that he grabbed from excitement. "I'll start. This year I'm thankful for Ana! Because she's the best. Oh and I am thankful for Netflix. Because we can watch whatever we want whenever we want."

The whole tables laughs, Sam squeezes your knee under the table. "Alright Mason go ahead"

"Umm. I am thankful for Ana too. Because she teaches us a lot of really cool things. And I am also thankful for Mickey. And Dad. And Uncle Robin. Oh and grandma and grandpa too! Ok grandma you're next!"

"I'm thankful for family, especially you boys, Mason and Mickey. You boys have taught me that age is but a number and I need to be quick and on my toes when we're together. And that I am so thankful for." She gives the boys a warm smile. "Go ahead Ana"

I've been trying to find the right words to describe just how thankful I am, hopefully this comes out right. "Um... well this year I have a lot to be thankful for. But I will start with Mason and Mickey who have lit up my life with so much vibrant color. I'm so thankful to be in your lives and watching you grow. And Sam," I turn to face Sam and look into his bright brown eyes. "I am so thankful for you. For allowing me into your family and to see the man and father that you are. Thank you".

Sam is next, and he looks at you with love and admiration. "This year I am thankful for you Ana. You have been my life's best surprise. You have shown me what it means to love again, and for that I will be forever grateful." He brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

Mason Sr hasn't stopped looking down at his plate, when the silence drags on, he looks up and realizes everyone is looking at him.

"I am thankful for you boys, Mason and Mickey." He says abruptly, then turns his attention back to the food on his plate.An awkward silence falls on the dinner table. Vivian nervously plays with the Patek Philippe time piece on her wrist

"Sam, the Russos have withdrawn their merger proposition. I can assume you know why." Mason Sr looks pointedly at me,

"Mason!" Vivian exclaimss, "this is hardly the place or time for this conversation." The twins glance nervously at each other. Sams jaw tightens.

"Father lets discuss this later, and enjoy the rest of this beautiful meal." Sam says coldly to him. The rest of the dinner passes in tense silence, even the boys seem to sense the tension. So much for a having a Happy Thanksgiving I think to myself. After the main course, we take a break before dessert. Sam gives me a quick kiss on the lips and a squeeze on the shoulder before exiting the room with his father. The boys run to the backyard and Vivan walks up beside me before I have a chance to follow them out.

"I know that Mason can seem cold hearted, ba as ut really he just wants the best for Sam and the boys." She pauses and looks at me thoughtfully.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down unsure how to respond.

When I don't, she starts speaking again. "You know when Sam met Eva, I never thought I would see him look at another woman the same way. He loved her, with everything he had. He was devastated when she passed, and I could tell he was lost. It breaks a mother's heart seeing her flesh and blood give up hope. I remember the day that Mason brought up the idea of merging the companies with the Russos and proposed the idea of a marriage partnership. I remember the look on Sams face, indifference.He had given up hope that he would ever find somebody that he loved again. Then I met you. And I saw the way he looked at you. Ana... I want you to know I support you and Sam. I want nothing more than my son and grandsons to be happy, and clearly you do that for them. I wish Sofia could have been the one to do that for him, but it was always clear that it wasn't destined to be. I know you are a smart and driven woman, and we will figure this out as we go."

At that moment Sam and his dad walk back into the room. Sam looks at me with an apologetic look, and Mason Sr walks over to his bar and pours himself a drink of a dark amber liquor. He takes a seat next to the window.  Vivian walks over to him and sets her delicate hand on his shoulder. "Mason, honey, can we try and come together as a family. It's Thanksgiving. We have a beautiful cake that Ana made and your favorite pecan pie. Let's go back and sit down at the table."

    I walk out of the room to find the boys before I hear something I don't want to. I find them sitting on the back deck next to each other. They look up as I walk outside.

    "Hey boys I think it's time for dessert"

    "Ana, why are grandma and grandpa not happy today?" Mason looks at me as he pushes his glasses up his nose. "Is it something we did?" I sit down between him and Mickey and wrap my arms around the both of them.

   "Absolutely not. It has nothing to do with you. You remember what happened in Italy? I think your grandfather is still a little upset. It didn't go the way he wanted it to go"

   "But it went the way WE wanted it to go. We love you so much more then Suckfia" Mickey says looking down at the floor.

   "Mason! We were supposed to keep that nickname between us!" Mickey looks over and gives Mason a stern look.

   "I'm not sorry Mickey. And if grandma and grandpa loved us much as you say they do Ana, they should see how much we love you. And how much our dad loves you too".

   "Wise words Mason." I squeeze them both tight against my sides. "Sometimes grown-ups don't quite pay as much attention to the ones around them as they should, but let's go inside and have some dessert ok?"

   "Okay" the boys say in unison and jump off the bench. They run quickly inside. And I shake my head with a smile. I look out over the expansive lawn and wonder what I did to deserve these two boys, and what I did to deserve Sam. I sit outside for another minute, enjoying the silence and the crisp air. When I return inside, I can hear Mason talking.

    "...but grandpa we love her. She makes dad so happy and she loves us! We just want you to like her as much as we do." My heart melts, I walk into the dining room as everyone is sitting down. They all look at me and I walk up to Mason and pull him into a big hug. I whisper thank you into his ear. I walk to the other side of the table, and finally feel a sense of calm wash over me. These boys love me, no matter what Sams parents think of me. They love me. And I love them. And that is enough for me.

Chapter 2: The Trip

Tag list @secretaryunpaid @lifeaskim 

[binkysteebnpewter]

Of Paper Planes & Teddy Bears

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Words: 2100+

Summary: Wanda has loved you since you trained her when she joined the avengers. However she’s too afraid to confess all because she’s sure you’re dating the Diner guy.

I used a divider a few times, they’re by: @writeyourmindaway 💗

Warnings: TW:Dissociation, TW: Anxiety Implications, explicit (?) detailing, conspiracy thoughts (just to add flavor 🤷🏻‍♀️).

Taglist: @softpeachbarnes @thejournalman

There was so much that I could say about her. So much good, so much praise, so many compliments that'd sound like Shakespeare had possessed my body to write an entire play solely about how her eyes stared into my soul with just a simple fleeting glance she'd give as we passed each other in the hall. There was so much I could say about her to show someone how much I love her and what I love about her, but that would take too long— even though I knew I could talk about her until my lungs failed to take in air and my heart failed to beat.

What I would utter out was that her attitude was what got me up in the morning, other than the fact she always made breakfast for everyone even though she didn't have to— and her cooking is absolutely blissful if I'm honest. However her coffee is downright dreadful. She liked her coffee way too strong for me or anyone other than Tony and Bruce, who refused to drink theirs any other way now. I didn't see how she could drink it, especially not black with just ONE spoon of honey.

There were those days where sometimes she didn't want to cook and everyone would sometimes go to the nearby diner, and today was one of those days. She had dressed down pretty casual and comfy, but oh— she looked otherworldly in her comfort clothes, dressed to no ones expectations as she held her favorite teddy bear

Sam drove while everyone else talked, but her? She sat playing with a few small paper airplanes, making them fly with psychokinesis. Making one fly out of her course, she stops them all and looks to me. She smiles and one of them unfolds suddenly, refolding quickly. Smiling at the blossom flower, my eyes widen when I moved over and rested in my lap. She smiles to me once more and focuses on her airplanes again, leaving me a storm of emotions.

The time passes like it's racing as we all ordered, waited, receivers, and ate. Some of us were still eating, some were just talking and relaxing. It was peaceful and the diner was never busy enough to draw a crowd to us, thankfully.

"How you gonna be like 'she gotta blonde, she gotta be thick, she gotta be tan'?" She asks, standing up to a guy sitting near us as he dissed his own girlfriend.

"You ain't got the right to be picky. All you packing is a tic-tac.. what you gonna do breath mint?" She asks and he flusters.

"What you gon' do Listerine?" She asks, giving him a look full of utter sass and confidence.

Smiling as the guy flustered and began ignoring her, I nodded and gave her a thumbs up as she turned back around. She smiles to me and laughs a bit.

"Yo! You're here today!" I hear and she turns.

"Mattie! What's up?" She smiles, standing and giving the guy a hug.

Him.

The one I wish I was. The guy who gets to call her baby girl, the guy who gets to stay up and talk on the phone with her for hours, the guy who gets to hear her sleepy voice say those three words I so desperately want to hear and say back.

I love you.

Wanda had left my origami flower in the diner, right on the table with her plate. Did she not like it? Was it the wrong color? I purposefully kept my airplanes folded neatly in the colors black and red, the colors I knew she liked. Was I overthinking all the subtle things? Was I imagining them? It was possible, maybe I'm reading too far into things.

I walked silently across the street from the cemetery, a hat placed on my head and tipped low as I faced the ground. My fingers played with the fidget in my hand, the puzzle fidget I had solved too many times to count now. I was long overdue for a new one, there was no combination of moves someone could do to mess up the colors on my rainbow ball fidget toy to make sure I couldn't return each colored ball to its respective hole too quickly. Wind whipped around me and chilled my skin, my thin jacket doing nothing to keep me warm.

The pigeons, I swear, are staring at me as I walk. Following me, I know it, as I took turns and they stayed right nearby with me from the start of my journey. I was a long way from the compound, that I knew for sure. I'm convinced one day they'll begin recognizing individuals, or that maybe they're not even real— robots maybe. Do we ever see them sleep? Do the power lines charge them when they rest upon them? Do they video people and record conversations? Is this how the government truly finds wanted people?

A bus loops around and around, passing through the old streets. The neighborhoods of old tenement houses, public schools, coffee shops, and candy stores. Sidewalks lined with cart shops, their goods ranging from street food to newspapers and tourist spots. I haven't seen the bus stop once as it's passed by one time after another, yet there are always less and less people aboard it with each pass. Has it even stopped? Why come down this road so many times? Is it forever stuck in this route? Is it in limbo— wait, can objects be stuck in limbo?

dO UnITs hAVe a SoUL??

I pass a hot dog stand, the grilled hot dogs looked oddly like fingers to my eyes and I suppress a gag. Do they bleed when you bite into them? Is the juice metallic tasting? Is the texture— Let's stop there, yeah let's stop there.

I head to subway station to realize I had been in the Brooklyn-Queens area, my numb fingers aching as I swiped my subway card. I stand as far from people as I could, the suffocating feeling of the subway closing in. The scent of the train car was musty and pungent, like old sneakers in a gym locker and rotten food found in the home of a hoarder who'd dropped their food and never found it to pick up and throw away. My fingers pause in the motion of scrambling my fidget as I realize the conductor was making an announcement, I caught on too late. Asking the man nearby if he'd heard the announcement, I shuddered when he gave me a simple rat-like smile and said nothing with a shrug.

I guess I'll never know.

I feel as though someone is watching me and Natasha's words play through my head. 'If you feel like someone's watching you, it's because someone is.' Do I look for them? Do I make eye contact and sass them? No, don't. Really don't, never trust a man or even a women on the train this late at night— I have no clue why they're up, or why I'm up even. I had woke with a feeling of dread and left without a single thought about it, the compound had felt too stuffy and small— despite its size.

The compound was... a mystery to me. It was large and spacious yet at times it felt like it closed in on me, suffocating like a 5x5 room. It made me feel like SCP 096 in his airtight steel cube room, watched yet not seen.

I step off the train at a random stop, heading out back into the chilly night air to continue an aimless walk through a concrete jungle shaped like a maze of looming buildings that wait— wait for the perfect moment to swallow me whole like a fly in the air, gone like I had never even buzzed in someone's ear.

Walking off the sidewalk and into a parking lot, I glance around. The parking lot may seem empty but I don't trust it, there are cars here— I know there are. They just don't want me to see them yet. They like to hide, spook me when I'm not paying attention once more. The building seems to expend as I enter with my membership card in hand, I'm sure I'll never understand how everything fits inside this place— just like I'll never understand where all the shoppers in here come from, even so late.

Are they even people?

I don't know how long I've been in here before I begin to become hungry, taking notice of the samples being handed out. Don't trust it, never trust it— you don't know if that person is sick or has done something to the food. Buy something and make it yourself, or buy a packaged snack— some fruit even. I cannot find check out, and the lady I had passed only gave me an eerie smile when I asked how to get to check out.

What is up with people and not knowing the answers to questions tonight?

I sit motionless, vaguely aware i was on the floor in the kitchen. I was also vaguely aware it was some time past 4am, when I returned from my late name wander. However something is wrong, something is staring. I do not know what nor do I think I want to know, yeah... I don’t want to know— I never will want to know.

It feels as if I’m staring at the back of my own head, watching as blurs vibrate and buzz off me and disappear into the air. I was staring, but staring where? At what? What color is it? What shape does it take? Is it smooth or textured? Is it decorative or a utensil?

I want to reach and touch myself, reassure myself that I am, in fact, here— that I am tangible and existing. So I reach up to touch my forehead, but everything blues— freezes. It was like something had stopped me from proving I was tangible, but I didn’t know what stopped me. I can’t figure it out, I’m sure at this point I don’t want to figure it out.

Do not touch my own face, that is asking for trouble. Something has warned me not to do it, and blindly I will take the unseen things advice.

My mind feels cloudy? No, it feels foggy. Not quite... It feels as if someone has steamed it, the moisture leaking out my eyes— I am crying with a dull expression as I sit on the kitchen floor, barely aware I even exist. This skin isn’t even my own, who’s is it? Did I steal it? Did I win it? Did we swap? How do I give it back? It is uncomfortable and suffocating, irritating like a sunburn.

Who am I? Am I a spectator? Am I a player? Am I winning? What am I playing? What am I spectating? Are others here? Is this a competition? Where are the controls?

I’d like to take the controls now.

It was a very faint and ghostly feeling of a hand touching mine that made me obscurely aware my hand had never dropped from moving to touch my own face. How long ago was that? The world was a blur, scratchy and set in black and white like a very old VHS tape. I didn’t know how long it was of those ghostly hands rubbing my upper arms and occasionally wiping my face and eyes, but the feeling of those motions became more prominent— heavier and more tangible.

Eventually, my world came into color and the first thing I could see was red. Brown hair that was lazily held in a messy ponytail, skin adorned with a pair of red pajamas, green eyes that seemed so soft and worried as they met mine.

“You’re with me, miere?” She asks softly and I touch her hand that was cupping my cheek.

She is real.

She’s here, tangible, existing.

So I am real, tangling, existing— because she is talking to ME.

“Miere?”

“Please don’t leave me alone...”

“I am not going to leave, Miere. I am right here, don’t worry.. I am always right here.”

“I love you..”

“Miere?”

Meeting her green eyes, they seemed so bright but so cautious. Why? Squeezing her hand that had been holding mine, the corners of my lips tugged up a bit.

“I love you Wanda..”

“I... I love you too, Miere. I, I thought you were dating... Mattie?”

“Mattie..?” I mumble, confused.

Who is Mattie? Do I know a Mattie? Surely I do, she wouldn’t have mentioned a Mattie if I didn’t and— Oh, the diner Mattie.

“No, I’m not dating Mattie.. He was my friend from school.” I admit, his face now fresh in my head.

“Besides, I don’t like guys.”

“Are you... are you gay?”

“Of course I’m gay.”

[poison-cypress]

Can I get some poly relationship headcanons between Todoroki and Midoriya with a smol fem!s/o that loves to draw? ~anonymous

I hope this is okay. I got a little carried away and it became kind of long... ops

~kore

Shouto and Izuku had already been good friends for a while when they met s/o at a local coffee shop (in their 3rd year). Shouto found the little place and decided he wanted to hang out with Izuku there.

S/o was a small woman, around the same age as the two boys maybe older. Izuku couldn't help but notice how cute she was, and the cute little cat she drew next to her signature on a napkin.

Izuku suggested they should go there more often. Shouto enjoyed the atmosphere and Izuku enjoyed the service. Of course Shouto noticed the girl too.

He thought she was adorable. Smiling when she would accidentally almost run into a fellow co-worker behind the counter (there's never much room back there)

The two of them became regulars and s/o would often take her breaks when they were there so she could talk with them.

Sometime they would come in and see her sitting at a booth by herself with a notepad in front of her. They sat across from her both silently watching her draw.

It took a few minutes for her to recognize she had been joined by the two boys. When they asked what she was doing, she showed them a beautiful sketch of them sitting at their usual table together.

Shouto was struck by the realistic shading she managed with just a normal pencil. Izuku was amazed that she even wanted to draw him in the first place.

They both discovered she used to go to U.A. when she walked in to the litttke coffee shop with Aizawa next to her. Despite her looking younger because of her height, she had actually graduated U.A. a year before them. They were both relived that she had learned to protect herself, even if she was short.

S/o was happy that neither of them mentioned her height. She knew she was small for average girls her age and was happy when neither of them made her feel small in any way.

She knew she was falling for the two boys, but kept it to herself because she was unsure how they would react to her liking both of them.

Shouto was the first to tell her he liked her. He want to the coffee shop without Izuku one day and waited there for her shift to end.

"S/o I'm in love with you. You're kind and gentle. If you would have me, I would be the best boyfriend you have ever had."

Unknown to both of them, Izuku planned to confess that day too. When he saw them walk off together he followed them and heard the whole conversation. He freaked out and jumped out of his hiding spot.

"Wait, s/o, I-i love you too!"

S/o decided it best to be honest with the two boys and told them she wanted a relationship with both of them.

Shouto accepted right away being pretty open to new things. He did have special feelings for Izuku that Shouto didn't quite understand but was willing to explore.

Izuku, poor baby, was confused. Shouto and s/o wanted a three way relationship. Through, after some more talking and working through the confusion he agreed. He did enjoy Shouto's company.

The three of them liked subtle forms of PDA. Just holding hands when walking or having their knees touching when sitting was enough.

S/o was small enough to fit between the two boys and have them all fit on the couch (it was tight fit though)

They're all pretty vanilla lovers, though if any of them suggest something new, they'll all willingly try it out.

S/o, despite being even shorter that Izuku, was actually quite dominant in bed. Shouto thought he'd be the obvious dominate top, but was quickly mistaken.

Izuku's favorite thing is snuggling with him being the large spoon. He's a small little bean as it is, so he was happy when he realized she was just small enough to fit into him. He loves putting his chin on the top of her head and holding her.

Shouto loves having her curl up in his lap. She sat sideways on his lap and pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on his collar bone. He'd rest his cheek on the top of her head.

This was also a good time for her to look up at him and kiss the scar on his left side. Normally she would never even thunk about the scar, but sometimes she would just kiss it to let him know she loved his scars.

When Shouto and Izuku graduate, they move in with her and was surprised to see all the sketches of the three of them hanging up in her house. There were even some paintings.

Shouto was fascinated by the art room she had, filled to the ceiling with art supplies.

Shouto asked her to teach him how to paint. He had an interest in painting since he was young, and thought this was a perfect time to learn. (S/o asked Izuku to model for them)

Izuku got restless after hours of modeling and asked if he could quit. S/o grinned offering to teach him too. Izuku was already pretty good at sketching and she wanted to help him. Shouto offered to model and s/o happily agreed.

When she would model the activity turned into something a little more playful, which led to other activities~