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y/n is an angel and harry is a demon whos taught her how much fun it can be to sin

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The first time (Y/N) floated down from the clouds, she had no idea what a Pocket was, let alone where to find one. That time felt so long ago with the way she could now navigate herself to her favorite Pocket without a second thought. The route had become one of familiarity, guiding butterflies flitting through her stomach the closer she made it with every step. 

Slipping out of sight of the main street, she counted thirteen paces down the quiet alleyway before finding the brick that needed just the right touch before it would show off the hidden doorway she needed. The brick was grainy and rough under her palm, her skin catching on the mortar as she pushed against it until it finally gave away underneath. Just like that, the seemingly solid wall opened up, revealing an entryway for her eyes only. 

(Y/N) felt giddy as she stepped inside, the doorway vanishing behind her when she crossed the threshold. She knew it was secure once more when there was a breeze that skated over her skin and fluffed through her wings, seemingly sealing her away from the rest of the world. In a way, it was, but there was still a waiting invitation to the one other person who knew about this Pocket—the one that had shown her the way in the first place.

Getting comfortable while she waited, (Y/N) was happy to see the place was untouched from her last visit. When she had first seen this Pocket, it was the closest thing she had ever seen to an interdimensional "bachelor pad". There hadn't been much of anything to see that first time, only the bones of someone’s presence though they were too busy to return much. She remembered it had felt stale as if it had been abandoned for years despite the unmade bed in the corner with messy sheets and tufted comforter. 

Harry had told her it was a place he barely used—it was one of the first Pockets he conjured on his own, and he'd since honed the craft into bringing something more extravagant to life. He still visited just to keep the curse fresh, but he otherwise only stayed there if it was necessary and no other options were available. 

His last resort had since become their hideaway. Special for just the two of them; another secret for them to share with one another. 

It had come a long way from when she had first visited with Harry on her tail, leaving behind the less than ideal bed set up, and vacant walls. (Y/N) had used all of her inspiration from seeing countless humans decorate their homes, turning the dreary Pocket into a cozy getaway. Heaven didn't necessarily allow for a lot of individualism when it came to living spaces, seeing as how everything was ordained to be pristine and creamy. Here, (Y/N) got to use as much color as she wanted—as long as it didn't spur any headaches for Harry, anyway. 

Now, there was an actual bed frame holding up a cushy mattress, the pillows feather soft and always cool to the touch. The bedding was a warm orangey color, playing off of the greens and pinks throughout the space. There were pictures—canvases full of paint Harry said he "found" through his travels—pinned to the walls, playing into the bright hues (Y/N) was toying with. A rug now sat in the middle of the room in the shape of a paint blob in a creamy green shade that made her think of Harry's eyes. The kitchen—though near unnecessary given their statuses—was given the same treatment as the rest of the studio-sized space. There were magnets covering the unused fridge, appliances and bowls of always fresh fruit sitting on the counter. A bouquet of flowers that never died were sitting on the bedside table, perfuming the air with a light fragrance that drew her in. Her favorite part was the mirror by the bed, ornate and carved with cherubs. 

Walking in felt like a breath of fresh air. As much as she loved being an angel—guiding humans in need, taking care of those who needed her touch, changing lives for the better—being here in this Pocket was the one thing she could see herself loving more.

It would be a little bit better if she wasn't alone, though. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, fluffy wings tucked against her back, she fixed her eyes on the doorless portal, waiting for the telltale creek and scrape of concrete that would signal Harry's arrival. This was the bad part of being chronically early, she thought, never being sure when the other would show up and keep her from being lonely. 

Lucky for her, it was only another handful of minutes before her ears picked up on the familiar sound of footsteps trailing over the pavement. Her breath caught when they stopped just outside where the Pocket's door was, a smile unfurling on her features when that first creek sounded through the room. She rose to her feet just in time to see the first uniform crack in the wall before the rest of the doorway came to be. 

Slipping inside, Harry didn't wait for the portal to shut behind him before he was crossing the room to meet her. 

"(Y/N)," he sighed, his grin toothy and completely with dimples, "Sorry I took so long." 

Wrapping his arms around her, (Y/N) melted into his embrace. His hands settled just below her fluffy wings, holding her close while she rested her cheek on his chest. 

"It's okay," she murmured, eyes fluttering to a close as she soaked in his warmth, "I'm happy you're here." 

Harry's response came in the form of a small kiss being dropped on the top of her head, the contact decidedly delicate as opposed to his nature. He'd told her before that she was the only one that could draw that side of him out—the docile side that had no alignment with chaos or sabotage. This side of him was just for her, he'd shared. 

Shifting his hands on her, his fingertips brushing her wings with a shudder shooting down (Y/N)'s spine, Harry repositioned until he had his hands cradling her cheeks as he tipped her head up to face him. His dark eyes shimmered green, taking in each of her features as if it were the first time again. 

"I've missed you," he crooned, "So much, darling. What have you been up to since the last time I saw you?" 

Despite there being no way for anyone, mortal or otherwise to overhear them, every word he spoke to her was uttered like a secret. Just for her. 

"I missed you," she smiled, unlooping her own arms to settle with her hands on his chest, "But, I've been okay. Just doing angel stuff." 

His lips quirked into a lopsided curve, his thumb brushing along the height of her cheekbone. "Always angel stuff with you. No breaks." 

"No breaks," she played along as if she wasn't currently in the middle of a break with him right now, where not even her creator could spot her if she tried, "What about you?" 

"Just the opposite of angel stuff," he teased, managing to bring a smile to her face despite knowing the reality of his joke. He had a certain way of putting it, describing his job, that made it not sound so bad when it came to (Y/N)'s sensibilities. (Truthfully, it could be because she just liked his voice. He could make anything sound heavenly). 

"Fun?" she smiled, letting him walk her back towards the bed. 

"Always," he hummed, escorting her backwards until her legs hit the edge. 

Tumbling back, a bubbling laugh left (Y/N)'s lips as she clung to Harry. He fell atop her, her thighs splitting to settle him between. Underneath, the mattress conformed to the shape of her wings, Harry's hands pressing into the planes of her back as if she wasn't close enough as is. 

Before the world had a chance to settle around her, Harry tipped his chin and pressed his lips to hers. Though she didn't have much to compare it to, (Y/N) had little doubt that there could ever be a better kisser out there than Harry. Her point was proven every time he sealed his mouth to hers, her top lip cradled between his two. 

This was never going to get old, she knew. Not with the bubbling that ignited under her skin at the contact, the way there was nothing more she wanted than to cling to him and bask in his warmth. With every angling and tipping of their heads, movements made in tandem, she was drawn deeper and deeper in everything that was him. Tucked underneath him like this, mouth coming together and parting with soft breaths between, it was hard to think that the universe had crafted them to be enemies. 

Tracing his mouth down from hers, dotting a line over her jaw, Harry murmured in her ear, "I don't have much time, darling." 

"No?" she asked, a pout evident in just the single syllable, "Why not?" 

Harry drew back only to give her an apologetic smile. "Opposite of angel stuff, remember?" 

"Since when does that have a schedule?" She sounded petulant even to her own ears, but if there was one sin she was willing to commit, it was greed when it came to Harry. 

"Since I told Sarah I would meet up with her soon," Harry offered the challenge with a raised brow. Sarah wasn't like the others of his kind, she was more stubborn and would actually go looking for him if he stood her up, if only to wreak havoc for him personally as revenge. 

"To do not-angel stuff that I'll have to clean up later?" she pressed, feeling her attitude leak away now that she knew her time was limited with him. 

His smile was brilliant at her words, wide with bracketing dimples. "Of course. That's why we work so well, darling." 

It was that kind of language, the sweet one that made even demon activities sound silly, that had her splitting into a smile before tipping her chin in hopes of coaxing him into a kiss. It didn't take much convincing for Harry's lips to press into hers, resuming the lingering kissing he'd interrupted before. 

On her back, Harry shifted his hands until he grazed the stem of her wings. The second his fingertips glanced against the base of one fluffy, tightly packed feather, a shudder wormed down her spine. Her breathing stuttered in her chest, a furrow pinching at her brow. From the way he had to keep from smiling against her mouth, she knew he was aware of the effect of his touch—undoubtedly intentional. 

It was the easiest way to get her riled up, and that was exactly what he needed for their time limit. 

Just as he'd surely hoped, there was a change in the pacing of their kissing. (Y/N) leaned into his touch, anticipating another lingering touch against her wings. Her hands slid over his chest, fingers denting the blocky muscles that made up his body, landing on the shelf of his shoulders. Her fingertips hooked into the solid muscle, clinging to him. 

Her heartbeat stutters behind her ribs when she felt his hands shifting on her back. This time, he dared to run his fingers through the feathers, the structure underneath down was grazed by his warm touch. An involuntary moan slipped from her mouth and into his.

Instead of something smug crossing his features, Harry only kissed her harder. His mouth was hot, taking in her sudden pants from his touch. 

"Harry?" she murmured, breathless against his mouth. He didn't bother drawing away from her as he hummed, the pillows of his lips dragging over hers. "Do we have enough time?" 

This finally had his lips quirking. He nodded his head gently, the tip of his nose grazing her own. "I'll make time."

When she felt his hands drift away from her wings, she wanted to complain. She wanted to whine enough for him to know she didn't like that he was moving on, but that need was quieted when she felt his palm settle on the plush of her thigh. His touch was heavy and warm, denting into the soft skin while the other hooked around her waist in a cradle. 

In one fluid motion, he had her on her back with her mouth dropped open in a gasp. Instinctively, she had tightened her grip on him, her legs wrapping around his waist during the roll. By the time Harry was underneath her, her surprise had morphed into laughter, her chest pressed to his as she slumped into him. 

"You scared me," she bubbled, shifting in his lap with her knees bracketing his hips. 

"Sorry, darling," he murmured with a soft smile, the pitch of his pupils blown wide as he took her in. 

Steadying her, he settled his hand on her hips as she planted her hands on his chest to prop herself up above him. She could feel her wings fluff out behind her, no longer confined against the mattress. Harry's eyes followed the span of her feathers, the stretch reaching just slightly wider than her shoulders. He'd told her more than once how cute he thought her wings were—he'd never seen any quite as fluffy as hers, especially compared to his own. 

He looked up at her with reverence in his gaze, something adoring and smothering dancing in his irises as he watched her from below. She felt warm under his eyes, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt to keep herself from preening like a dove under his attention.

His adoring gaze translated into his soft hands trailing over the curve of her form, his palms warming the ladder of his ribs with his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. Even through her dress, his touch elicited a round of gooseflesh to prickle her skin. Her breath lagged in her lungs. 

Though time hadn't ever felt like much for (Y/N), seeing as she was immortal, Harry had made her impatient. It'd been a handful of days since the last time they had snuck off to their Pocket, but those days had felt like years to her body without his touch. 

The trail of his gaze almost felt tangible, warm and heavy, the longer he watched her. 

"What?" she asked, feeling breathless when he ran his thumbs against the swells of her chest. 

He didn't bother to pull his eyes from where they lingered on her body, especially liking the way her thighs were split around his hips under the hem of her dress. "Nothing," he mumbled, shaking his head against the pillows cushioned underneath, "Jus' haven't had y'on top in a while. I like it." 

She had thought before that greed was the only sin he could inspire in her, but lust was quickly overtaking the top spot. He was right; she didn't usually get a chance to look at him like this. While she loved lying underneath him, at his mercy while he drove himself home between her legs, there was something to be said about the perspective she gained while sitting astride his lap like this. 

His hair laid in soft waves against the linen of this pillows, curling towards his face as if a frame for a portrait. His lashes were long and dark, framing his eyes and drawing his prey in at a glance. There was a spray of freckles glancing off the bridge of his nose, faint against the cream of his skin. Though his eyes were dark, there were shatters of green that could be seen if one were close enough to spot the hues. His body was made of strong lines and angles, his jaw, much of the same despite the soft skin of his lips and the gentle way he admired her. 

He was the perfect demon—the perfect temptation. If not for the fact she knew what was hidden away, she would have argued he was an angel like her. 

"I like it, too," she told him, breathless, "I like it when you look at me like that." 

"Yeah?" he prodded, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when he finally matched her gaze. His hands on her sides drifted down until he met the hem of her dress, taking the delicate material between his fingers. "Can I see more of you then, darling? Promise I'll keep looking at you like this."

Biting back her smile, she drew her hands away from his chest to grab for the hem of her dress. Moving his own hands back, he watched as she pulled her dress over her head, wings tucked against her back with the material drifting over her feathers. The familiar butterflies that came with revealing her body in a way she had never anticipated she would in her angel life flittered through her stomach. Their fluorescent wings flew high enough to glance over the chambers of her heart, feeling just as real as the warmth of his eyes draping over her newly exposed skin. Between Harry's legs, she felt a ridge thicken, pressing into her core with every drawing breath she pulled into her lungs. 

Throwing her dress to the floor, her form was left with only a dainty pair of underwear sitting on her hips and a matching bra barely covering her breasts. 

Harry's dark eyes seemingly left behind the slight hue of green, instead revealing only pitch black irises that blended seamlessly into his pupils. If any more of his control slipped, the whole of his eyes would match the inky darkness—a sight (Y/N) used to fear that now had her blood pumping. 

He couldn't help himself before he had his hands on her once more. His touch was adoring, lingering and warm. 

"Y'planned for this didn't you?" he mused, raising a brow when he met her eyes. 

"What do you mean?" she asked, canting her head with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"You know," he drawled, his hips shifting underneath her own with a cursory roll, "I thought y'were an angel, and here y'are dressing in lingerie to seduce a demon. How'd y'even get into heaven, hm?" 

The way he spoke to her was thrilling in a way that could rival his touch; he made her feel dirty, questioning how someone like the girl in his lap could have snuck into heaven, while touching and looking at her with reverence she could only keen under. 

"I thought you liked it when I did this," she countered, her lips tugging into a faux-frown. 

"Oh, I do, darling. Can't you tell?" 

With that, the slow roll he'd given with his hips morphed into a strong buck against her hips. The ridge she'd felt before was now a bulge, heavy and pushing. Her wings fluttered recalling the last time he had stuffed himself inside her, her legs thrown over his shoulders and tears in her eyes. 

The memory had her shifting her hips against his, rolling her core over the bulge she felt in his lap. Harry's breath hitched just as a petite moan hummed from her chest. His hands on her waist tightened, fingertips denting the soft flesh. 

"Do that again for me, darling," Harry murmured, his voice a low rumble as if it were a secret only to be shared with her, "Put on a pretty show for me." 

Planting her hands on his abdomen, feeling the blocks of muscle underneath his shirt, she steadied herself on him as she began rolling her hips against his once more. The rough texture of his jeans could be felt through her thin panties, both his thickening cock and the seaming of his pants pressing into her clit. Her knees planted on either side of his hips were digging into the mattress, spreading that much wider the more she rocked against him to sink herself onto him that much more. Her wings fluttered behind her, her feathers fanning in a short fluff at her back. 

Under her hands, Harry's stomach was tense, muscles densely bunched together. She glanced up at him to find him watching her with hooded eyes, his gaze feeling just as heavy and tangible as his hands on her waist. The sight had her grinding her hips that much harder against his cock, a shiver thrilling up her spine until a breathless moan fell from her lips. 

"I could watch you all day, darling," Harry mused, his voice rumbling under her hands as much as it reached her ears, "But, we don't have that kind of time, do we?" 

"No," she answered automatically, a whine to her voice as she shook her head. She didn't really feel like thinking about how quickly their time would be cut short. 

His hands on her waist slid down until he reached her hips, his grip solidifying until he had her stopped in her tracks. Her fingers curled in the material of his shirt, her bottom lip sinking under the weight of her teeth. 

"Get me out, darling."

Maybe it was the deep rumble of his voice, or the steadfast contact of his eyes with hers, but (Y/N) could have melted in that moment. Her lungs squeezed with her heart rattling behind her ribs. It was only when a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth that she realized she had lingered too long admiring him. 

Unfurling her hands from his top, she fumbled at the waist of his pants. Every shifting of her hips against his lap had her in a daze, making it that much harder to concentrate on following his instructions—something he was well aware of with the way he had his own pelvis rocking upwards as if he didn't know what he was doing. 

Pulling down his jeans enough to expose his black briefs, (Y/N) could have breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to hook her fingers in the waist of his underwear. A spray of goosebumps touched at his skin, his cock visibly jumping when she reached for his cock. 

His skin was heated, shaft thick with his head leaking by the time she had her fist wrapped around him. Shoving his briefs down enough to pull him out, (Y/N) had her attention stolen and pinned to his cock. The head was leaking and red, a pearl of precum glossing from his slit. She instinctively wrapped her hadn't around his shaft, feeling the ridge of his head under her palm and the pumping of the vining vein wrapped around. A heavy breath shuddered through his chest at the touch. (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes off of him, lusty adrenaline sparking through her system at the thought that he was in this state because of her. 

"You're so cute, darling," Harry said, breathless as he drew her out of her head. 

"Huh?" she murmured, tearing her eyes away from his ruddy cock and the shallow pumps she made around his shaft. 

If he'd had an answer at the ready, he'd cut himself off as he sank into the mattress with a sigh. The pristine pillow compressed under his head when he threw it back in the preludes of ecstasy. 

"Jus' you," he murmured, recovering with his eyes only opening to a slit, "'S always like the first time with, isn't it? Y'always look at me like you've never seen me before—'s cute."

She felt shy all of a sudden, as if she didn't have his cock in her hand. Her wings tucked to her shoulder blades, cocooning her together as if they could shrink and hide her. 

"I like you," she told him, "That's all." 

"Yeah?" he pressed smugly, his cheeks beginning to flush as (Y/N) just laid her hand on him without offering the relief of her fist, "Jus' like me?" 

A bashful tug had her lips curling into a small smile. "I love you." 

"That's what I thought." 

With that, one of his hands on her waist abandoned post only to land on the back of her neck. His palm was a cuff around the warm skin as he curled upwards and tugged her down in the same sweep. His lips met hers in a warm press, his tongue snaking out with the tip dragging along the full of her bottom lip. She didn't have to think before she was opening up for him, running her own tongue across his to get a taste. 

It was (Y/N)'s turn then to get a taste of his pleasure, a moan spilling from his throat and settling on her tongue. Her hand around his cock tightened, the grip snug and clinging. The longer he played with her, his hand tight on the back of her neck as if in fear she would pull away before he was ready, the seat of her panties grew that much more wet. Her toes curled in the bedding at his sides, her free hand pawing at his chest in the lone need to feel him. 

Drawing away just enough to speak, (Y/N)'s lips brushed against his own as she whispered, "I-I want to see you, Harry." 

"'M here, darling," he answered her simply before attempting to dive back in for more. 

"No," she practically pouted, puckering her lips for one more kiss before pleading again, "No, I want more—it's not fair if I'm the only one without my clothes on" 

She could feel him smile into her mouth, his hand offering an affectionate squeeze to the back of her neck before he pulled away. 

"When have I ever been fair, darling?" he prodded, giving her a raised brow as if he wasn't going to give into each and every single one of her demands. 

"You are with me," she countered with a cant to her head.

Something softened in his expression then, as if she didn't have her hand wrapped around his cock. "I suppose I am, aren't I?" 

Peeling his shirt off, the material becoming a black puddle on the bed behind her to reveal the tan skin and inked marks covering his musculature. 

(Y/N) had heard time and time again throughout her existence how demons could never be trusted, that they were a creation that an angel like her shouldn't taint themselves by even breathing next to. She had been told they were slimy skinned, rows of teeth stuffed in their mouths, with eyes that could pull you straight to hell if you looked into them long enough. 

Looking at Harry the way he was now beneath her, she could see why her ancestors would craft such tales; if she had known there were creatures out there that looked the way Harry did, she would have tried to find him the first time she floated from the clouds. 

She couldn't help the way her hands drifted up his chest. Her fingers skimmed over his chest, dancing over the butterfly inked on his stomach and he birds up high by his collarbones. There was a flight layer of goosebumps that rose in her wake. 

A breathy laugh that fell from his lips brought her attention back to the surface, pulling her gaze to flick up and match his. Amusement floated in his irises, a slight smile on his raspberry lips. 

"You're cute," he told her simply. 

"I'm not trying to be cute," she answered, a stubborn set to her jaw. 

That only seemed to amuse him more, a dimple now denting his cheek as his smile grew. "Right," he drawled, "As much as I love letting y'touch all over me, I don't think we have enough time left for y'to have too much fun." 

The reminder was enough to have her mouth fixing into a pout. That wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, yeah," she answered sullenly, stilling her hands on his shoulders with her body leant over his. 

"I know," he said, craning his neck to press a small kiss to the corner of her mouth in a lingerie draw, "Next time we're here, we'll spend all night together. I promise."

A dreamy sigh fanned from her lungs at the thought, her eyes falling closed. It'd been a while since they had been able to spend a whole night in the Pocket together—the last time had left her in love and flying wonky the next day. 

She could hear the smile in his voice when he pressed, "Sound good, darling?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, "I want that now." 

"I know y'do," he murmured, "You'll jus' have to settle for me fucking y'fast, then." 

He said it like it was a punishment, as if her heart wasn't in her throat with adrenaline when he flipped her over once more. She was flat on her back, wings cushioned against the mattress when he sunk in between her spread thighs once more. Now, she could feel the weight of the muscles she had grazed her hands over, the width of his form she had been grinding against. 

The movement had stolen her breath, leaving her chest heaving as he looked down at her. The intensity was back once more, keeping his irises dark as he glazed his eyes over each and every line of her body. He lingered on the line of her bra, surely pinpointing where her rattling heart was scheduled by her ribs. 

"What do y'need from me, darling?" Harry mumbled, the blunt of his nails grazing the soft skin of her stomach as he dragged his hands towards the waist of her panties. 

Speaking through her shudder, she shook her head, "No-Nothing—I want you." 

Harry looked entirely too smug, the curl on his lips one she recognized even as far back as the first time they met. Back then, she couldn't stand the sight—unsure of how a demon could be proud of anything they did. Now, it was one of her favorite things, knowing she had made him feel proud of himself (at least she liked to think of it that way). 

"Y'can have me, darling," he assured her, one of his hands dripping from the waist of her underwear and down between her legs, "But, are y'wet enough for me, or do y'need some help?" 

His thumb grazed her clit, her body jumping at the slight touch. She could feel her insides pulsing, grasping for something that wasn't there yet. 

"I-I don't need help," she stuttered, pushing her hips against his hand in impatience, "Harry, please. I don't want you to leave before we're done." 

A pinch appeared between his brows then as he hooked his fingers into the gusset of her underwear, pulling the material to the side. "I would never leave y'like that, you know that. I'll always take care of m'angel."

As if to prove his point, she watched as he fisted his cock and ran the head along her folds. The air had been seemingly sucked out of the room at that moment, leaving her with a shuddering breath leaving her lungs and eyes fighting to close. She could feel his heavy gaze watching her as he nudged his cock against her pulsing opening, a small tease before he pulled back to slide through her folds once more. 

"Y'sure you're ready for me?" he teased, drawing out his words for just a second longer of the torture. 

"Harry, please," she told him, sounding a bit pathetic to her own ears though there was no guilt in the act. "I need you." 

He loved it when she pleaded with him like that. On longer nights, he would have pressed for more, taken any and every bit of begging she could offer, but she was sure the time limit was in the back of his mind when he didn't continue teasing. 

With a fluid push of his hips, he sunk in between her hips. (Y/N)'s lips fell open at the stretch, a moan getting stuck in her throat to leave nothing more than a heavy puff of air falling from her mouth. Harry's gaze was concentrated on where they were connected, his length disappearing inside her. His hand stretching back her panties let go when he bottomed out, his base pressing into her budding clit. 

His chest was heaving when he finally looked up at her once more. She could see the boundary of his irises beginning to waver, the black bleeding into the sclera. He was losing control in the most thrilling sense, the idea causing her walls to pulse around his splitting length. 

"'S been too long, darling," he told her, voice a low rumble. 

"Uh-huh," she sounded, giving a pathetic nod of her head with her hands fisting the bedding at her sides. She wanted so badly to reach for him, feel his skin under her palms, but feared flying away if she let go before she had her head on straight. 

"Never gonna wait this long again, 'kay?" Rearing back his hips, he grunted when he pushed through her channel once more. 

A puff of air left (Y/N)'s lungs once his hips pressed against hers in a slap, as if he had knocked it right out of her. Settling his hands on the bones of her hips, his thumbs stretched up towards the curve of her waist in a gentle sweeping that opposed the strength of his grip. He held her steady as he curated a fluid pace, knocking the breath out of her each time he sank inside her. 

(Y/N)'s breathing came in puffs every time she felt his tip nudge deep inside her, her body being pushed further and further into the mattress. Without his hands on her body keeping her place, she would have hit her head on the headboard by now, she figured, the thought being one that would have made her laugh if not for the fact that she was in the middle of something. 

"You're so tight," he gritted out, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest, "Thought y'said y'were ready for me." 

"I am, I am," she rushed out, pausing when he gave her a particularly punishing thrust, "I-Its been too long, re-rememeber?" 

His hands squeezed her hips that much more at her words. "I know, darling. Gonna have to make this one last then. Can't stretch y'out every time we fuck, can we?" 

Mindlessly, she shook her head, willing to agree with any and everything he was saying at the moment. She wouldn't mind him taking the time to stretch her out every time he pulled her to bed, but now wasn't the time to get greedy—she already had his cock rearranging her organs, there wasn't much more she could pine for, was there?

Except for maybe touching him herself. 

Not wanting to distract him from his job, (Y/N) unfurled her fingers from the sheets at her sides, reaching towards the thick of his arms. Her fingernails sunk into the skin, leaving small moon shapes that would no doubt still be pink by the time he was having to slip out and meet his friend. She liked the idea, her fingers clenching that much more, that a part of her would remain with him even when they couldn't be together. 

Harry was seemingly spurred on by the touch, hips knocking into hers in heady strokes. She was going to have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. Her mouth dropped open, small uh's leaving her parted lips in time with every push of his hips. 

"Harry, I-I," she started, her voice catching in her throat before she could say much more. 

"'M right here, darling, 's alright," he attempted to soothe her though his voice was strained and breathy with every thrust he sunk inside her. 

Her mouth was dry by the time she found her voice again, her eyes fluttering to a close. "I—Can—I want to touch—" 

That was all she managed to get out before a bubbling moan fell from her lips when he dared to grind against her once bottoming out. Through her taut underwear, he pressed against her clit, her body jumping at the touch.

"But you are touching me," he drawled, bringing her back down as he pulled his hips back. 

She knew he was only trying to goad her, get her stubborn and petulant in the way that always made him laugh, but she didn't care. It was going to work, but she would leave her scolding for later. 

"You know what I mean, Harry" she argued, peeling her eyes open to find him looking at her with that smug smile as if he wasn't exerting all of his energy into stealing her breath away. "You're being so mean to me!" 

"I'm being mean to you?" he repeated, the rhythm of his hips slowing just a hair when he brought the intensity of his gaze to match hers. "You really think that right now, darling?" 

"Yes, I do," she whined, now upset by the fact he was slowing down and not letting her touch him. She wrapped her legs around his hips from where he was knelt between her thighs in hopes of spurring him on, feeling the ridge of his length pressing through. 

One of his hands on her hips slid up her body, skating over her tummy and between her breasts until he landed on her neck. His palm laid flat on her collarbones with his fingers wrapping around her throat, a slight pressure. His hips worked in shallow thrusts, barely pulling his length out before he was pushing in once more. 

"Are you sure?" he pressed, a slight pressure closing in on the side of her throat as he squeezed that much more, "If this isn't enough for you, I can show y'how mean I can really be." 

(Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she gazed up at him, her heart stuttering in her chest. Time seemingly stood still in that moment, every detail melting away to leave only Harry in focus. 

"Oh my god," she murmured, her voice squeaking through her throat.

A slow smile tugged up the corner of Harry's lips. "No god, darling. Jus' me." 

(Y/N) couldn't help but to buck her hips against his, urging him for more. She could feel her walls fluttering around him, her wings at her back struggling against the mattress with their own restless energy begging to fluff out. 

Harry kept his hand as an anchoring weight on her throat as he dropped back into the rhythm of his hips, tightening in pulsing squeezes just long enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head before lightening up once more. His own control—despite the facade he was offering to (Y/N)—began to waver that much more. His eyes were almost completely black, the inky veins snaking out to envelope the sclera with every punishing thrust. The moment (Y/N) was back on Earth, peeling her eyes open enough, she swore she saw glimpses of his glamor fading, revealing the large black wings shrouding his back. 

He was close, that much she was sure of. 

"A-are you going to cum?" she asked, voice rumbling under his hand.

Shaking his head, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. "Not until you, darling. Angels first." 

"But, I can see your wings." 

His breathing came in pants. "I know, but you're still finishing first, darling." 

Taking his hand off her neck, the ghost of his warmth left behind, Harry wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her off the bed. Repositioning himself, he knelt on the mattress as he dragged her into his lap. His cock was snug inside her when she settled over his thighs, feeling just that much deeper with the new angle. 

Wasting no time, he had his hands stationed on her hips once more, setting a pace for her to bounce on his cock. 

"Think y'can fuck yourself like this, darling? Do all the hard work for me?" he murmured, dragging his lips over the same parts of her neck where he had choked her moments before.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she answered, a mindless reflex as he concentrated on matching his grip. 

Using the leverage of her knees on either side of him, she lifted herself off his cock, allowing his head to stretch through her pulsing walls, before sitting herself back down in a smack of her skin against his. It was a relief to put her hands on him, feeling every inch she could reach. Her palms skimmed over the broad of his shoulders, planes of his back, and the thick of his arms all with her nails following closely behind.

Harry did much of the same, trailing up the curve of her spine until he found the base of her wings. (Y/N) couldn't help but to keen into his touch, back arching through it took everything in her to keep from getting distracted and keep riding him like he had asked. 

The first graze of his fingers over her feathers was enough to get her stomach tightening, and mouth dropping into a moan. She could feel him smiling against her neck, too proud over her reaction. 

"Always so cute, even when y'don't mean to be, you know that?" he murmured, dotting a kiss just below her ear, "All I've got to do is touch your feathers, and you're done for." 

She wanted to say something, tell him that it wasn't that easy, but there was nothing that would escape her lips other than puffs of heavy breath and whining moans.  

Rocking his hips up to meet hers, that much more pleasure settled in her stomach. As much as she wanted to argue with him that she wasn't that easy to make cum, there was some truth behind the fact that she was flying towards the finish line with every brush of his fingers and rock of his hips. 

"I can feel y'squeezing me, darling," he murmured, dragging his mouth over the line of her jaw in a lingering kiss, "Y'gonna cum for me? Did I finally work hard enough for you?" 

Despite the fact he'd asked her a question, there was no way he had been expecting an answer with the way he wiggled his fingertips through the brush of her feathers and coasted along the bony structure underneath. He knew she wouldn't be able to survive that, a long moan choking out from her throat with her stomach too tight to bear. 

(Y/N) tried to keep her pacing as best she could—something she couldn't believe Harry was able to do all the time—, but the rhythm was undoubtedly interrupted as she came around him. She could feel every inch of him as her insides pulsed around him, taking in the ridge of his head and the length that had split her open in the first place. His base was pressed heavily against her clit, rivaling the pressure of his fingers dancing through her feathers. 

She wanted to be present but the heavens called to her then, the Pocket left behind for a few lingering moments. By the time she was floating back down to Earth, Harry's hands settling on her hips as he lifted her off his cock, the sight before her was enough to get her back to square one, wishing they more time. 

Harry's eyes were now completely pitch black, no more white sclera or shatters of green to be seen. His glamour had faded away, leaving the leather stretch of his wings visible, the span much larger than her own as they fanned out around them. The webbing cocooned around them, creating a curtain around her body as if there wasn't enough of him touching her already. 

His cock shone in the low light between them, her slick coating him as he fisted the length. It only took a few passes of his hand before his cum blurted out in thick ropes across her stomach. 

"Fuck—(Y/N)—I—" Nothing of coherence fell from his lips then, every bit of concentration laid to rest as he watched himself cum on an angel. 

A furrow had his brows pinched together, his eyes hooded and dark. His mouth was stagnant in a gape once he stopped trying to speak. 

It wasn't until the remaining spurts of his cum rolled down his shaft and his ruddy head was seemingly beginning to stain purple that he pulled his shaky hands away. Using his wings as well as his hands, he hugged (Y/N) to his chest with his softening cock between them. Even with the mess that was beginning to dry on her stomach, he held her tight, pressing hard kisses to her temple and side of her face until he met her lips. 

"Y'okay?" he panted to her, the tip of his nose nudging against her own. 

"I'm okay," she murmured, wrapping her own arms around his neck. 

"Happy?" he asked, just the same as he always did in these quiet moments after the storm. 

A small smile stretched over her lips. "Happy." 

Gently laying her backwards, Harry kept himself glued to her, wings and all, as they settled among the sheets. Despite the fact he had no discernible pupil, she could feel his gaze traveling over her features and taking her in as he always did. She felt bashful under his eyes, her own wings shyly tucking into her back. 

"What is it, darling?" he asked, sweeping a few stray hairs from her face. 

"Nothing, just... You." 

"Just me?" he countered, reaching blindly for his discarded shirt he'd tossed earlier. 

"Just you," she repeated with a breathy laugh, allowing him to wipe his mess away with his shirt. (How he had the courage to clean her up with it knowing that he'd have to wear it out to meet his friend later, she wasn't sure). "How long can you stay?" 

Harry's features took on a somber set at her words, just the same as she felt. "Not long, darling. Jus' long enough to make sure y'get to sleep, then I'll have to leave." 

"What if I don't fall asleep?" 

The smile he gave her told her that he was very familiar with the game she was beginning to play with him. 

"Guess I'll have to stay." 

Despite the black eyes and leathery bat wings sprouting from his back, the sweet smile and boyish dimples in Harry's cheeks could rival that of any angel in (Y/N)'s opinion. 

That was why they worked, she thought as she snuggled closer to him: she brought out the angel in him and he showed her just how fun sinning could be.

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ahhhh I guess this is my little contribution to the valentines day vibe this year! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any ideas send them in!! I also have more writing available on my patreon if you want more :)

[umathurwin]

i still keep your number and your necklace

kiara carrera x rafe cameron; nsfw 18+

summary: Rafe pays Kiara a little visit at the surf shop when she's alone. Surely he won't have any ulterior motives, right?

tags, warnings, and more on ao3 !

“what are you doing here?”

no greeting, no niceties, nothing. rafe hadn’t exactly caught her at a great time, given the screen of texts between kie and her boyfriend was just a sea of blue now. even without that, she probably still would’ve had an attitude.

“damn, kid, i can’t come to shop? i can’t be a paying customer?” he mocked, fiddling with the displays and knocking over a pack of neon lures. he ignored the mess.

kiara didn’t give him a response, and he conceded. “fine. just wanted to stop by and say hello, is all.”

“so say it. then leave.”

rafe hissed, like he’d just touched a hot stove. “sweetheart, what’d i do to deserve this treatment?” he asked, pouting at her and walking around the counter.

his cologne reached her first and she had to shut her eyes to keep focus. as he slotted himself behind her, surely towering over her frame, her fingers wrapped around the bone-handled damascus that john b had given her for protection against wacky customers. and what better time than now?

he’s a little too perceptive for her, though. “my god, drop the knife. i’m not here to hurt you.” when the blade clattered to the ground, he smiled. “actually, i’m here for the opposite.”

oh, great. not again.

of course this wasn’t the first time he was paying one of these little sick visits. actually, she’d noticed a bit of a pattern of her dating a new man, and rafe quickly showing up to re-stake his claim on her body.

the first few times, it had been a typical bedroom-window tryst with him climbing into her sheets and folding her legs up to her ears, her biting her fist and trying to remain quiet. later it evolved into him dragging her to the backseat of his car at events and him cracking jokes about how obvious what they were doing was, and how neither of them must care. now, apparently, he’s evolved to showing up at her place of business in broad daylight.

“rafe, you know i can’t—”

“can’t? bullshit. you sure can,” he barked out a laugh before mocking her again. “can’t. that’s funny. what’s stopping you, exactly? and don’t tell me that pissant blonde you’ve been running around with. do you always pick boyfriends whose asses you know i could beat? is there some kind of thrill behind it?”

kiara squeezed her eyes shut, fingertips digging into the pressboard surface of the counter. her body betrayed her, the same way it always did when rafe got his hands on her, and she keeled back into his touch. “rafe… c’mon.”

“what?” he snapped, holding her hips tighter and grinding against her. his cock slotted against her a little too well and she had to bite back a whimper. “you afraid someone’s gonna come lookin’ for us? don’t wanna get caught with your pants down?”

“yes! i mean, no!”

“don’t even know what you want. poor girl,” he tutted. rafe took one hand and drifted it up her side, catching on the bottom hem of her shirt and lifting it a bit before it fell. no chance he didn’t feel the goosebumps on her skin as he trailed up her arm to her shoulder.

there’s a quick moment of relief when she felt him step back and his presence was replaced by a wave of humid air. too bad this was because he’d decided to kneel down, perfectly settling where his face was at eye level with her ass.

she could feel her face burning as he inspected her, gripping the soft flesh and pushing his thumb hard on the denim seam resting above her slit. her legs were starting to buckle and her head fell into her hands ashamedly.

he tugged her shorts down, catching her underwear and pulling those down too. rafe smiled when he was greeted with the familiar sight of her sticky, wet cunt. “goddamn, kie. d’this start the second i walked in here?”

“no!” she whined, but it was less a response to his question and more of a protesting squeal when he buried his face into her pussy. he dragged his tongue along her folds, adding drool to the slick mess.

kiara gasped, and her fingernails caught on the rough surface under her. her back arched and she had to fight not to reach back and grab rafe’s head to guide him.

(not that he needed much guiding, anyways. he’s had his tongue buried in this cunt so many times he’s confident he could make her cum in his sleep.)

as he lapped at her clit, she dropped the hesitant act and grinded back against his face. rafe grabbed the back of her thighs and she could feel him smiling into her pussy. nasty.

his angle could be better. she began to lift her leg to give him more room, but her dignity had her dropping her foot to the ground again.

once again, too perceptive. he grabbed her calf roughly and lifted her entire leg until her knee could rest on the counter’s edge. if she’d been modest before, she couldn’t be anymore with her dripping cunt right on display for him.

no time to feel bad about this, because he dove right back into eating her cunt. one of his fingers trailed near her ass and she let out a weak noise, so he pulled back. he must be playing nice today.

it wasn’t until she was riding out a powerful orgasm on his tongue that she realized how lucky it was their shop had no cameras. it wasn’t the safest set-up, but at least she was in the clear still.

he tugged her back to the ground, making her stand on wobbly legs. as rafe’s cock pressed against her slit, the illumination of her phone screen caught her eye. jj had responded, finally.

oh, right! what she was currently doing was bad. “fuck, please hurry, you have to leave soon—” she mewled. as he pushed inside her, rafe’s thumbs spread her open so he could sheath himself even easier.

“jesus, quit whining, will ya? i just made you cum, now it’s my turn. shut up or i’ll fuck you right on this floor.”

he’d do it, too. he’d bully her to the ground until her palms and knees were slipping on the disgusting surface below them. he’d belittle her for how she was still enjoying the degradation. he might even grab the back of her hair and push her all the way down until her cheek grazes the floor, too. he’d do all this and so much more, so she shut up.

then he was fully nested inside her. like always, the clock slowed and blood rushed in her ears. relaxing enough to let him in was one thing, bracing herself for what came next was another.

“mm, fuck, you feel that? well… you’re pulsing around me, so i guess you do. isn’t that divine? yknow i’d stay in here all day if i could.” rafe withdrew about halfway, then slowly pushed back in to the hilt. “if you’d let me. i know you miss this. feeling so full,” he thrusted a bit, just to fit the last of himself inside her, and she cried out. “feels the same as the last time. which says a lot.” when a slutty moan spilled out of her, he knew he’d won. he pulled out again, but this was the end of his mercy.

the trinkets on the counter were rattling as he fucked her, and he wouldn’t allow her head to fall with a firm grip on her curls.

“how about i make a little deal with you?” he asked, forcing his cock in so far he nudged against her cervix.

kiara cried out and sucked in a gasp. “w-what?”

“if you don’t cum while i finish up here, i’ll never bother you again.”

too much logic, too little brains left in her skull. “you… you’ll wh—?”

“dumb girl,” he muttered and thrusted again. “i know you’re too drunk on my own cock to think, but try to follow along.” rafe slowed to a pace which tortured her, dragging along her walls enough to spark pleasure but not enough to build. “don’t cum, and i’ll leave you alone. got it?”

she nodded desperately, as best she could with him still holding her hair.

around this time, he’d get mouthy. rafe never could keep his thoughts to himself and the problem was tenfold when he was buried inside kiara. if it had come from anyone else’s mouth, his words would be pathetic, begging. but from him? he taunts.

when are you just gonna admit you need this, huh? i come back every time and you’re just as fuckin’ eager. it’s like you know i own you, but you can’t accept it. you know how good you’d look with me again? yknow how well i’d take care of you? be the prettiest fuckin’ girl on figure eight. it’s all yours, but you keep being a brat. good thing i’m always around to keep you in line, huh?

not this time. now, he was dead quiet, and the sick noises coming from where they met spoke for him. forced to accept the loud reality of what they were doing in the very place kiara would have to come back to every day.

without thinking, one of her hands tried to reach down to play with her clit, but he caught her wrist and twisted it around to pin behind her back. she was still stimulated, as every thrust of his cock sent his balls hitting against her clit. “good try,” was all he muttered.

tears welled up in her eyes when she realized she was going to cum anyways. he’d even tried to make it a fair fight by not touching her or saying anything. she was just a doll for him, one that bent over and spread her legs and moaned and begged for more. he didn’t even have to try, and she still tensed up and trembled as a second orgasm washed through her.

her legs nearly gave out entirely as she came, shaking and twitching under her. rafe’s possessive hold on her prevented her from collapsing to the filthy ground, and he smirked. “fuckin’ A. that’s a feeling i’ll never get tired of.”

she would die before ever admitting this, but she felt much of the same.

after he came, rafe lifted kiara so her feet were no longer on the ground, and her torso was entirely on the counter. he was careful in pulling out his cock, making sure none of his seed dripped out of her aching cunt. he quickly pulled her underwear and shorts back up, sealing in the mess they’d just made together.

“guess i’ll see you tonight, huh?”

[k3igol0ve]

ೀ⋆｡˚ BEAUTIFUL STRANGER ꒰➳ Keigo Takami x Reader GENRE: FLUFF ✧.*

  ' 13th December 20XX ', the day you first met the love of your life. The day Keigo met ‘his beautiful stranger. ’ 

A chilled and leisured morning, you had wakened up earlier to get a bright and early start to the day. ‘Early bird gets the early worm’ or in your case, ‘Early bird gets the first and best choice.’ December was one of the less hectic months for you, the year coming to a close. Nonetheless you had to wrap up the reports for the year. The sooner you had finished it, the earlier you’d be free from the confines of work.  6:50 AM, you were fortunate enough to attain a window seat at your favourite cafe, a small minimalistic cafe snugged in the corner of a busy street in Japan, almost unnoticeable. You were greeted with a smoky, and nutty smell when you entered; the aroma of strong coffee. The cafe had a homely and cozy atmosphere to it, vaguely similar to something out of a Ghibli movie. Lined by the lightly frosted window was a rustic wooden bar table, the window had curtains that hung neatly at the sides. The table was adorned by small glass potted plants and two wooden birds. There was a suspended wooden shelf on top, lined with glass jars, a wooden globe and a small mini speaker. The vines from the potted plants on hung loosely on the edge of the shelf. The chairs were brown and fluffy, ensuring comfort. The staff were exceptionally friendly and polite. They provided great service, having greeted you by your name as you were quite the regular at their cafe. Other than bringing them business, they often enjoyed and appreciated your company. Today, a mini wooden chalkboard laid on the counter of their cashier; an appealing offer listed on it. ‘ National Cocoa Day , hot chocolate and selected mochas buy 1 free 1. ‘ You pondered over it, and decided on giving the free mocha or hot chocolate to whoever would order next. You hadn’t really thought much about it, but having two drinks would be a waste especially since you couldn’t drink that much. At least it could potentially make someone’s day.  You headed back to your seat with a wooden tray that consisted of your order. A forest green coffee cup, filled with hot chocolate with small marshmallows floated ontop, and a plain croissant. Your laptop was conveniently placed on the table, though before you got started you stared out of the window. The sun soberly rose across the horizon, a hue of yellow surrounding its wake, light overwhelming the once navy blue sky as it turns a lighter shade. The ring of the door chime snapped you out of your daze, reminding you to proceed with your work.

7:20AM, Now, Keigo was adamant on starting his day with any form of caffeine. He had accidentally stumbled onto this specific cafe as he was heading to his agency, quiet and out of attention. It was what he needed, a piece of tranquility to start his day before he got an earful from the commission or from anyone really. The bell hung above the door jingled as a signalled his arrival, his wings folded neatly as he observed the foreign surroundings. A total of 4 guests and 2 staff, which was just perfect as this cafe wasn’t suited for crowding either.  The staff greeted him, fully composed which was somewhat surprising and unusual to him but he appreciated it. The overexcitement in the air was more often than not overwhelming, and this reminded him that he was human too. He eased somewhat a lazy smile on his face as he looked at the menu above, though the barista was quick to ask if he was interested in a free mocha instead.  He tilted his head curiously, an almost confused and unsure looked on his face. “What for?” He was used to people giving him special treatment, and thought it was just that until the barista responded. The barista shrugged and gestured towards you, who was engulfed in work. You looked as if the work had swallowed you whole and as if you were stuck in that chair, unaware of surroundings. He was barely able to register what the barista had said after. Keigo doesn’t know what it was, though when he looked at you his heart skipped a beat. Frankly, Keigo didn’t believe in love at first sight, but just staring at you had captivated his attention. It felt like something snapped in place, like some kind of fairytale bullshit; he refused to believe in. He was staring for more than a second too long. He had even subconsciously, ruffled his hair to make himself look neater as it was messed up by the morning December breeze when he flew here. He glanced at himself from a reflective surface. His avian mind taking over him without notice, he had the urge to be presentable, and neat to appeal to you.  Why was he doing this? Especially over someone he just met? His thoughts were jumbled, he failed to realise his gaze was still attached on you as he innerly freaked out.  This felt so unfamiliar, foreign and strange, Keigo didn’t believe in love and attraction, never felt it, unfamiliar with that very concept. You noticed a gaze trained onto you, you turned your laptop brightness on the lowest trying to determine who it was without scaring them off. Looking into the reflection, you noticed a winged individual with a familiar uniform and jacket, one you had seen so many times on TV. That stranger only recognised as Hawks. Being respectful, despite your inner self being pleasantly surprised and shocked, you flashed a tiny sincere smile. Only then did Keigo notice he was staring for too long, he was embarrassed, almost flustered. His heart fluttered when he saw your tiny smile directed at HIM, it was so innocent, so bright and genuine. He’s unaware that your smile has sneakily earned a place in his mind and heart.  He didn’t expect that you’d catch on and he quickly turned around looking back at the Barista who was waiting for his answer to a question he didn’t even hear.  “Sorry what was that?” He sheepishly apologised, scratching the back of his head with an apologetic light hearted closed eyed smile. The barista repeated what they had said earlier but Keigo was internally conflicted, when he shouldn’t be. He should be familiar with these types of situations especially since his outer persona was supposed to be charismatic, and here he was acting like a school boy with a crush. It was different with you, but he convinced himself he was just out of it today. He was the one that lost composure, his mind scrambled, how the tables have turned.  He hadn’t even heard what the barista had said, again. Way too embarrassed to ask them to repeat, he just agreed to it. Too consumed by his thoughts to think straight, his instincts were pumping adrenaline; fight or flight.

He chose flight, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible because as long as you were in the same room as him, he would be unable to even function properly, unable to think rationally or even form coherent words. He doesn’t know what hit him, it felt like a love potion but worse because it was realistic. As soon as he got his drink, he dipped. Walked out as fast as possible and took to the skies, he felt embarrassed and unusual. You were left confused, wondering if you did something wrong.

Then Keigo remembers he forgot to thank you and mentally swears, he didn’t even say anything to you at all; another excuse to meet you once more. He would have to find you after that encounter because your smile would plague him until he would see you again.

Throughout his day, he wonders what if he stayed in the cafe for a little longer, to approach you and to thank you, to ask for your name, to maybe even exchange a few words and possibly exchange numbers. He’s frustrated he did none of that, and he berates himself for it. What if he never sees you ever again?

‘A fairytale moment could have occurred, but my beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger until I see them again.’ INSPO. LAUFEY - BEAUTIFUL STRANGER This felt so corny to write

[monstrousvoice]

"What about me?"

Husk's ears flicked behind him at the sound of your voice. He didn't turn away from the stock of bottles and booze lining the bar wall as he cleaned up for the morning.

"What about you?" He grumbled. He heard you shift around on the bar stool, the leather seat squeaking with your weight.

"You said you 'know everything' about everyone cause we all bitch at you when drunk...but you didn't complain about me." The cat demon felt his chest tighten at your words. He took a deep breath in through the nose.

'Don't turn around, if you do you'll see those big round eyes and you'll crack old man. Don't turn around.' The patronizing voice in his head hissed.

"Did you want me to air your dirty laundry for everyone?" He asked, peaking over his shoulder. He only caught a glimpse of your arm supporting you on the bar top before forcing his eyes back to the bottle racks infront of him. Bottles that didn't have your smile, or match the color of your eyes...

"Pfft," You scoff in return, "You know I don't, of course! But no one else wanted it either, and you still called 'em all out. So why didn't I get the same treatment?" Your voice was soft by the end of your question. Husk didn't dare let himself hope that you would be understanding. If you knew why...you'd laugh. What other response to his feelings could you have?

'Disgust is a strong possibility...' The voice whispered once more.

"I don't know what you mean doll, Angel just interrupted me with his fake ass flirting before I could get to you, I guess." He has been scrubbing this same bottle clean since you sat down. The label was incomprehensible by now.

"Husk." Your sweet voice has gone firm. The bartender braced himself, putting on his best poker face as he turned to face you.

And what a sight you were. Like always.

You simply raised your eyebrows, giving him a pointed look. He was...relieved? to not see judgement in your eyes. Such pretty eyes...like jewels on a crown...

Embarrassed by his own thoughts he coughed into his fist, hoping his fur would hide his blush. By the way your lovely eyes darted around his face, he could guess it didn't.

"Look, I just...happen to like you as a drinking buddy more than the rest of these chumps, alright? No big deal." His tail swished along the floor in frustration. What kind of stupid ass lie was that-

"Oh, I had been hoping it was a bigger deal..."

He froze, watching as you shifted around again. You stared at the bar top, fidgeting with your hands as you looked anywhere but him. When your eyes did meet, you have him an apologetic smile and a shrug.

"Sorry, I guess I was reading too much into things...looking for something that isn't there. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, b-bud? Eheh..." With an awkward chuckle you stood up, stepping away from the bar.

Away from him.

"I'll uh, leave you to it then. See ya later-"

"What if I lied?" Husk blurted before he could stop himself. The voice in his head was committing full arson on the wiring of his brain for being so stupid.

"H-huh?"

"Just now. What if I was lying? What if-what if you are a bigger deal to me?" He could feel his blood pounding in his veins, his heartbeat making everything sound muffled, like his head was stuffed with cotton.

But you weren't leaving anymore.

"Wh-well...I don't know, really..." You mumbled, arms wrapping around your middle in a hug. "I have some ideas but..." You met his gaze again, a small smile on your lips that definitely didn't make his stomach feel funny, or make the world seem pink and bright.

"Ideas?" The cat demon whispered, finally setting his rag and bottle down onto the counter. He suddenly found himself leaning closer to you over the bar, uncaring of the wood digging into his chest and unwilling to pull away again. Especially not when you got back into your seat, leaning closer to him too.

It felt like the world slowed to a crawl as you smiled at him, one of your hands sliding across the counter to nudge his hand. Gentle. Hesitant.

"Well, dinner always sounds nice yeah? If that was something you'd like to do~" You cooed. He couldn't stop the small smile he gave you even if he wanted to.

"I'd uh, have to agree. On the dinner. Dinner is always good." Fucking god above just have Alastor step in and crush his soul right now, he sounds so fucking idiotic-

"Great!" You perked up immediately. "I know this niche little place a couple blocks from here, they hardly ever get robbed cause no one notices them. They have some pretty good steak and whiskey." You looked at him hopefully, like the promise of meat with some quality whiskey wasn't his absolute dream date.

How did you get more perfect the longer he spoke to you? Wasn't the point of being perfect that you couldn't improve anymore? And yet here you were, somehow proving it was possible with no effort.

"I think I'd like that darlin'." His fingers found their way in-between yours, entwining your hands together.

Yeah, dinner sounded real nice.

[katemartinismywife]

baby mama - k.m

☺︎ kate martin ☺︎ ☺︎ part one ☺︎

finding out you're pregnant Dani and Kate were on a lunch date when Dani got the call. "Hold on babe" Dani excused herself from the table and walked to the family restroom, entering and locking the door behind her. "Hey, Dr. Anderson! I'm doing great, you?"

Dani was trying to push past the small part to get the actual reason why they called. "I am sure you know why we called... the IVF treatment finally worked" Dani was in shock. It has taken multiple treatments for this to actually work.

Dani went through multiple mental troubles thinking that she couldn't give Kate the family she wanted. On the other hand, Kate hated how much these treatments affected Dani, so they had decided that if it didn't work one last time they were going to adopt.

"Danielle? Are you okay?" Dr. Anderson worried over the phone. "Yes. Oh my gosh. Thank you so much for everything." Dani wiped her tears off her face ending the phone call. Dani took some time to get herself together.

"You okay? You were gone for awhile" Kate asked seeing the look on her wife's face. "Yes baby, I am good" Dani leaned over the table giving Kate a quick kiss. "I love you" Dani smiled squeezing Kate's hand.

telling kate you're pregnant "Baby! I'm home!" Kate yelled placing her keys on the counter. "Hey sexy" Dani smirked kissing her wife's softly. "I missed you today" Kate stretched out letting her weight fall on Dani. "You can't be tired. I have a surprise for you" Dani smiled up at her.

"What is it?" Kate questioned looking around the house. Dani grabbed her arm pulling her onto the living room couch. "Cover your eyes" Kate smiled placing her hands over her eyes. Dani ran to their room grabbing two boxes.

"Open your eyes"

"Baby what is all this?"

"Open them. I can't wait any longer" Dani replied hiding her smile. Kate looked at her giddy wife and opened the smaller box. She shook the box thinking it was empty since it was so light. She opened the box seeing fairy lights surrounding a note. "Baby" Kate pouted already about to cry.

"No, no don't cry please" Dani frowned sitting beside her wife. Kate fanned her eyes with the card laughing. "I love you so much" Dani said letting a tear fall. Kate saw the short sentence and looked at her wife.

BABY MARTIN 2024

"You're lying. Please don't play with me" Kate laughed wrapping her arms around Dani. "Open the other box, there's more" Dani laughed leaning her head against her shoulder. Kate quickly opened the box seeing two more of the same note with three pregnancy test in the box.

"I'm confused?" Kate looked at her wife. "Three babies in my belly" Dani smiled pointing at her stomach. Kate rested her elbows on her knees with her hands on her face. "Baby" Dani placed kisses on Kate's head and rubbed her back.

"I love you" Kate muttered kneeling in front of Dani. She placed soft kisses onto her belly.

"We love you so much more"

three heartbeats "How does it feel to be mommies," Dr. Anderson asked the happy couple. "Tiring already" Dani laughed rubbing her growing belly. "I love it. I can't wait for them to be here" Kate smiled squeezing Dani's hand.

"Today we are going to look at each baby and hear all three of their heartbeats" Dr. Anderson placed the ultrasound gel onto Dani's stomach. "You mommies ready?" Kate and Dani both nodded smiling. The room filled with loud beating. "That's baby A, they're the ones sitting on your bladder" Kate wiped hers and Dani's tears once they started pouring.

"Here's baby B. They are flipping you off right now. They don't like being woken up" Dr. Anderson laughed seeing the angry baby. "Reminds me of someone I know" Kate spoke side eyeing Dani. "Shut up" Dani quietly laughed wiping her face.

"Here baby C. The quiet one. Sweet angel face" Dr. Anderson let their heartbeat play before cleaning Dani off. "Thank you, Dr. Anderson" Kate smiled at the lady before looking at her wife. "I can't believe we are having three babies" Dani leaned back dramatically.

"Praying baby b doesn't have that much sass like you do" Kate smirked dodging a soft nudge from her wife. "I'm not sassy. Now let's go get some Olive Garden" Dani smirked giving Kate a kiss.

☺︎ PART TWO COMING SOON ☺︎

[inkyquince]

Sincerely, Bailey (Commission)

characters. Bailey. (Hinted Briar. And Harper is Bcc'd out of worry)

cw. implied drunken bailey. violence, both physical and sexual. angry emotional bailey. mentions of sex trafficking, Robin slander. dubious consent of treatment of pc.

notes. Letter Commission for PippyLI! Once again, SO sorry how long it took to get out, having to do IRL stuff for a year basically sucked. Hope you enjoyed angry emotional Bailey! Thank you! Sorry i was FIGHTING to get this into an email format but oh my god it wasn't working at all.

From: CaretakersForYourNeeds@ub.com 

To: thorns@ub.com

Subject: 50% off Paneling for your Home, 5 Star Reviews Draft

B, look over this draft before I send it. 

Hello Customer! 

We are having a big sale on our boys coming in and sprucing up your home! Spend over £250 on our service and we shall knock off £20 to a whole new paint job for a whole room! Then £10 off for every third room painted! Spend over £500 on our service and we shall install new radiators for half price! 

Enough of that. If your wife reads further than that paragraph of what’s an obvious spam email, she’s too stupid to to be alive. Get rid of her and stop wasting my time. 

This is more of a courtesy email about your inquiry into one of our selections, number 209. I’ve been the caretaker of numbers 191 to 220 for a long time, and I can personally attest that that product is not suited for what you’ve outlined you wish to do. I know on their file it recommends consumers should enjoy taming, sadism, bondage at most in order to get any use out of them. However, in my professional opinion, they should be taken off the list and left to the gropers and rapists wandering the town, and the customers at the brothel. 

In my personal experience, they would have benefited to be put directly into the brothel  or the farm right away. Give them hands-on experience immediately rather than wasting time making them make money by themselves. They started out very promising in the beginning, very malleable but have proven to be a nuisance to both myself and the people around them. Either that or be put permanently underneath my care to make sure minor annoyances are kept at a minimum. 

They refuse to behave, even under threat of assault or worse. I do not think that anyone other than myself could handle them. Now, before I get a complaint from you, no, it’s not because I’m their caretaker and have paternal feelings towards them. I’ve watched them get their cunt stretched out by strange cocks too much to care about if they have a good time having sex. I would be helping the public by keeping them under lock and key. 

So my counter offer will be to take their friend, #201 in return. A whiny crybaby who reacts well to sadism. Of course, you might have to deal with them trying to save the little shit, but we don’t cover fees to do with losing a product halfway through your paid time. Just a warning. For a price of 30% of your original payment I could keep them busy so there’s no chance of missing out on your full 12 hours of paid time. 

I would be prepared to spend those 12 hours showing them exactly what happens when you don’t listen the first time. I’ve noticed that they become pliant to a rough fuck the longer it goes on, if they’re allowed to bite and get a few scratches in. No better than a mewling beast once all their thoughts go to their clit. They also seem fixated on riling me up enough to drag them down and fuck them. With other’s they bite and scratch and use pepper spray (I have no idea where they keep getting these, the supply in town is very limited), but despite the threats of shipping them off to the brothel or to a close friend, they instead fight. But no, they don’t fight me in a coherent, normal way, no, they’re diving for my cock and trying to make me cum while I’m trying to teach them to pay their rent on time. 

They love it. They love angering me, they love going into my office, they love offering up their body for a “one time” extension, even though they keep doing it, no matter how many times I ruin them against my desk, their cunt gripping me so tightly. Maybe they have a fucked up crush, or maybe they’re just sick in the head. 

But I can’t get rid of them, they bring in so much mney that I can’t kick them out. They bring in rent, they keep the other little shits quiet and they’re so fuckin good at their job that I have insane fuckheads like you asking personally to request them. But who cares, they clamp around a cock disgustingly tight, they suck down cock like it’ll divorce them if they don’t and now I have to write this breakdown on why you can’t experience that at 3am and getting hard while I do it. I never fuck orphans but apparently they live to make my day miserable and start off with a double of vodka with no fuckin mixer. All because some fuck came in after being kicked in the dick by this little shithead and wanted his fucking money back. I have to write fucking disclaimers now. What the fuck. 10 years ago we didn’t have to do this shit. What do you mean I have to spend 12 hours of my day fucking this Bin Baby so that they won’t wander away and save the most annoying boy I’ve ever met? What the fuck. The other day I had to fucking jerk off to when they buried their face in my crotch and whined for my dick. If it was anyone else, I’d kick them in the crotch until they would have to go to hospital. 

I have no idea what fucking crack their mother was smoking before throwing them in the dumpster but now I’m stuck with a little asshole who loves my dick and won’t fucking behave. You want to fuck that? Try to and you won’t be fucking found. I will fucking wring that stupid addictive scent of their body, their cunt, out of your skin, and sell it to the nearest freak. You want Morgan wearing your fucking skin for touching them? I’ll take your teeth so no one will ever fucking find you, but who would care, your wife? The one who might read a spam email? And doesn’t care that your dick hasn’t worked except for when she shit out your crotch spawn? You think I won’t fuck you up for the sake of your kids who are older than my fucking orphan? 

Fuck you and your ugly fucking kids. 

Sincerely, 

Blailey

P.S briar should i also add that if you stick your thumb in their asshole they tighten up enough that i can see stars? that the first time i fucked them i fucking said that their body always belonged to me? and it fuckin was and still is. i should break their stupid little boyfriend’s nose for thinking they own that little slut. the smell of their shower wash is fuckin insane but it isnt. makes me want to fuck their thighs and make them walk around all day smelling of cum. briar who even is this stupid fuck. 

From: thorns@ub.com

To: me

Bcc: Harper@nhs.com

Subject: RE: 50% off Paneling for your Home, 5 Star Reviews Draft

An insane person wrote this. No client will buy anything after reading this. Stop it.

-B

P.S. you misspelled money, as well as your own name. How. Are you smoking something that you aren’t sharing with the class? Also have you ever even heard of an oxford comma? Eden was the drop out, not you.

P.P.S. Don’t punch kids. Also stop drinking. 

[coldfanbou]

Rough Treatments

Hey @blepbooplebeep Here was your idea. I kinda forgot about the bunny hybrid part because I got into the smutty ideas. Also it's relatively short because there wasn't too much story involved in the writing. For everyone else, a little rough treatment of this bunny is involved. A lot of anal teasing for her.

Length 1.5K

GP Jihan X Freader

In the breakroom, you walked in to find your worker, Jihan, leaning against the counter. She was hard, her cock poking against her skirt and leaving a wet spot as she leaked precum. The rabbit girl had entered her heat cycle early; You had notes on it from when you hired her. Jihan was grinding her legs together, struggling to keep it together. The visible bulge pressing against her skirt turned you on.

Considering you two were the only ones at work on this day, you did nothing about it for the moment, taking the time to think of something. After she heads for her office, you take your time to follow her, knocking on the door before intruding. “Jihan, how are you doing?”

“Fine,” Jihan says, typing away at her computer and refusing to look up. You stroll to her side, glancing at her work before pressing a button on the side of her desk that lifts the entire desk. 

“You should stand up a little; sitting for so long isn’t good for you.” Jihan gave you a shy nod and stood up. You moved behind her, watching her work for a second before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Jihan’s ears stood at attention as she remained standing in place.

“B-boss?”

“Shh, Jihan. I know what you’re going through. Just keep working, and let me help you.” You tell her as you grab her small cock. You move your hand along the stiff shaft, nibbling on her ear as she tries and fails to continue working. Jihan leans over her desk, moaning as you tighten your grip. You feel her precum coating your hand, allowing you to slide along her shaft quickly. “You’re getting all wet, Jihan. Do you like it that much?”

“Mhm, ah, please keep going.” You could only see part of her face, but you saw the desperation on her face. “I’m going to cum, I’m-” Jihan cries out as she cums over your hand. You slow your strokes over time, milking Jihan’s cock for what it is worth before bringing your hand to your lips and tasting the salty liquid.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done for the company, Jihan. I’ll make sure you don’t have to suffer in your heat.” You tell her before leaving Jihan alone. She collapses onto her chair, utterly drained from the experience. She looked down at her flaccid cock. Jihan had always imagined she’d be the one taking charge. Taking the role of the submissive partner turned her on, though. She reached down and stroked her cock as she replayed the events that had just happened.

You decided to spend the week teasing Jihan, making her cum more time than you could count. On one occasion, you had Jihan sit in your chair as you gave her a thigh job, your legs squeezing her cock as you moved your hips. You heard Jihan’s whimpers, and she wanted to touch you, but you wouldn’t let her. You felt her warm cum between your legs when she came, but you weren’t done reading her report, so you continued. You felt her leak more cum between your thighs; it made you smile to hear her whines as you toyed with her. You took a break at some point, resting on her lap and leaning against her. “Jihan, you really cum a lot, don’t you?” You teased her. “It must be that bunny DNA, huh?”

The week was coming to a close, though, and with it should be the end of Jihan’s heat cycle. You planned to give her something rough, so you walked into her office. “B-boss, did you need something?” You stayed silent as you shut and locked the door behind you. Walking over to Jihan’s desk, you placed a large, veiny strap-on on it. She stared at it before glancing at you. She stood up slowly and bent herself over her desk. 

You smile at her and kiss Jihan’s cheek. “Good girl, but I want you to get it ready for me.” Stripping down, you put on the strap-on and push Jihan onto her knees. You hold her head against your strap, moving her along your shaft. You squeeze one of your tits with your other hand, moaning as you watch the young woman coat your strap-on with saliva. Jihan’s lips were stretched around the shaft, barely able to fit the strapon in her mouth. You let go of Jihan once you felt it was wet enough, letting her get to her feet and bend over her desk again. You lift her skirt, letting it get stuck around her waist, and pull her panties to the side, eyeing your prize. Jihan’s puckered asshole teased you. You rub your strap-on between her cheeks. Jihan whimpers as you prod her ass. It brought a smile to your face. 

You reached around and felt her cock; Jihan was as hard as a rock. “You want this, don’t you? “ Jihan nodded, unwilling to speak. “If you don’t say anything, I won’t do it, Jihan.”

“Please fuck my ass,” Jihan mumbles. Asking her to repeat herself but louder made Jihan whine, but she did as told and said it louder. You place one hand on Jihan’s ass, stretching her asshole as you push the head inside. She grunts, feeling your strap-on stretch her. You slowly add more length, making small thrusts to coat Jihan’s walls. It was a slow process that was already making Jihan cum, her cum spraying onto her desk and the floor. You enjoyed listening to Jihan whimper and moan as you pushed more of the strap inside her. Once you were finally buried inside Jihan, you waited, letting her get used to having her ass stretched. 

As you waited, Jihan received a phone call. “Answer it.” You command.

“Hello?” Jihan asked as she answered the phone, “Oh, it’s you. Yes, I can talk about the orders.” Jihan tried to stay calm as she chatted with one of the other managers in the company. As she did that, you moved your hands to Jihan’s waist. She looked over her shoulder with worry as you slowly dragged your cock out of her. She covered her mouth, trying to silence her moan as the manager on the other end continued talking. 

“Jihan, are you alright? You don’t sound so good?”

“I’m feeling a l-little under the weather.” Jihan groans as you impale her with your thrust. You begin thrusting faster, making it more difficult for Jihan to hide her moans. Her mind was breaking down as you pounded away at her ass, shaping her asshole to the shape of your strap-on. Cum dripped from the tip of her cock as she went through orgasm after orgasm. “I-I think I’ll need to call you back; sorry,” Jihan says before slamming the phone on the receiver. She collapsed on her desk after, her body being sent forward as you drove your cock into her ass. “You’re going to break me,” Jihan mumbles.

Another call came through a moment later. JIhan let the phone ring, refusing to answer it. You grabbed it for her, placing it by her ear. “Hell-oo,” Jihan said, her moans coming through.

“What was that? Are you alright, Jihan?”

“I’m fine. What did you need?” Jihan tries to hold the conversation as you’re ruining her. Her moans begin to break through as she reaches another climax. The call only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like forever to Jihan. She could feel your strap-on be dragged out of her gaping asshole before ramming back in. 

After some time, you were done with Jihan. You looked at your work, Jihan was left with a gaping asshole that was desperate to close. You licked your fingers and teased Jihan’s ass, running your fingers along the edges. Jihan’s tired whimpers were music to your ears. “Jihan, after work, I’m planning on eating out. You’ll join me, right?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order to her, one that she wouldn’t refuse.

You head to a bar after work, Jihan tagging along with some of the other managers. They weren’t the ones she had talked to, so they didn’t suspect anything about her being there. It allowed you to play with your toy. You kept one hand on Jihan’s backside, rubbing your fingers against her tender asshole. Jihan suffered in silence as her cock twitched just under the table they were at. She tried her best to chat, but when you pushed your fingers deeper into her. Jihan came in an instant, her cum spurting onto the underside of the table. It dripped onto her exposed thighs as the night went on, leaving a mess on her that she would need to clean up. 

You let go of Jihan after, letting her treat the night normally. She was tired, though; your little session from earlier left her exhausted. You took her home after, telling her how much you enjoyed her heat cycle. Jihan whispered about enjoying it, too. Managing to hear her, you told the young woman that you'd treat her well when you found her in heat again. Jihan’s ears perked up. She was happy to hear that, and she meekly thanked you.

[stormberry-12]

Hellooo how are you this fine evening..

I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end

It’s fine if not <3 :)

didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader

warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.

notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 3 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!

"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.

"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."

"JJ..."

"You don't care. No, you don't!"

"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.

"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"

"That's not my fault."

"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.

"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."

"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"

"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"

"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.

"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,

"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"

You were pissed the fuck off.

The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.

Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.

'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.

'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'

'fight. he called me a kook.'

'oh shit,' was all she said.

A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.

Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.

"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.

It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.

You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.

'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.

A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.

"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.

"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.

"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"

He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.

"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.

"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."

"No, Jayj-" you whispered.

"Yes,"

"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.

"But I called you a kook," he said again.

"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"

You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.

"Please forgive me," he said.

"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.

"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.

"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.

You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.

[lovesick-joey]

Dragon Eyes

The aroma of Alfred's chamomile tea filled Bruce's nostrils, and he took a sip of it, feeling it warming him up from the inside. He felt calmer and at ease. It's been a while since he had felt that.

Placing the cup down, he watched Alfred cleaning the counters before turning his gaze towards Dick. His son sat with his legs crossed atop of his chair, his long hair neatly tied into a ponytail. His focus was on his phone, and with the way his brows were knitting, Bruce knew he had something on his mind.

"What are you looking at?" Bruce decided to ask.

Dick's head immediately snapped up to meet his eyes. He gave him a small smile. "Oh, typical," He says. "social media."

Bruce nodded reluctantly, sensing something amiss. He didn't question him further, though. He took another sip of his tea and picked up a newspaper.

Dick was still looking at him from the corner of his eye, and with sheer discomfort Bruce couldn't focus on reading anymore. He looked at him again, raising a brow.

The young man grinned sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Sorry. Didn't mean to stare.." He spoke halfheartedly. "..It's just.."

The more that Bruce looked at him, the more he realized Dick wasn't making eye-contact with him—he was looking at his cheek.

He was looking at the bruise that is most likely visible on his pale face.

Did he really hit me that hard?

Bruce stiffens and raised his hand to graze the purple patch just below his right eye.

"..Is it really visible?"

"Yeah, kinda."

Bruce sighs, turning his head to the newspaper. "I'll try to cover it up with makeup. The public won't know any better."

Dick was still watching him, but Bruce didn't make a move to engage in conversation. He really didn't want this right now.

Nevertheless, Dick pursued. "Bruce," The way his voice sounded made Bruce's shoulders tense, even more than before. He heard Dick put his phone down on the table. "I want you to talk to me."

Bruce let out another sigh. Folding his newspaper, he looked over at Dick. His son wore a solemn expression.

When he didn't speak, Dick did.

"I heard you and Eugene.. arguing, last night." He murmured. Here we go, Bruce bit back a groan that threatened to escape his lips. "Like, when I passed by your room.." Dick continued, twiddling with his thumbs, "..I heard him say.. fuck, I don't know, B. I didn't know he had such a mouth. I mean, I did know, but.. not to that extent.."

Bruce and Eugene had come home from patrolling Gotham City. It wasn't a good patrol at all—They dealt with arrogant street thugs and gang members and Bruce had to prevent Eugene from beating all of them until they were standing at God's doorstep. Their patrol was mostly them bickering with each other, and with the way Eugene is, Bruce knew he would meet the man's cold treatment later on when they got home.

And cold treatment he got.

Bruce could still remember Eugene's yelling in the back of his head. It never goes away. Nothing about Eugene goes away. Bruce might even say he'd get a lobotomy just so his thoughts would stop being plagued by him, but that's just an overdramatic response.

The punch still stung. Still hurt.

"..We had a bad time during our patrol last night." Bruce eventually replied, pausing to take a sip of his tea. The beverage didn't taste comforting anymore. He cleared his throat after putting his cup down. "You know how Eugene is. He's not good at handling his emotions."

Dick frowned a bit. "He's what, forty-seven years old? You'd think he would get his shit together by now."

Bruce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "..We don't know what he's been through, Dick. He clearly has some trauma that he probably garnered growing up.. it would make sense why he's like that."

"Trauma doesn't justify abuse.." He heard Dick mutter under his breath, but decides not to speak on it.

"I must say, Sir," Alfred chimed in while simultaneously wiping the dishes dry. "Mister Amsel better get his act straight. Unlike you, I cannot tolerate his recent behavior."

Bruce remembered that time when Alfred kicked Eugene out of the manor. The old butler had caught him belittling Bruce in the Batcave, and after the 'hard R' was dropped from his mouth, Alfred had enough. He made Eugene sleep in the yard for two nights. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn't too happy about it.

"He'll learn with time." Bruce said. "He still has room to grow."

He wasn't sure if he believed himself.

Alfred subtly shakes his head while Dick's face hardened.

Bruce looked back at the newspaper in his hands. The paper creased under his tight grip.

TGCS ¦ Good Job. ‣ Mr. Hermit I won't be posting more TGCS content on tumblr anymore and will instead be continuing on ao3.

[bestygogirl]

BEST YGO GIRL: Round 4, Group B

Match 2

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Aoi Zaizen

The show hates her but she is a very good character. Trickstars and Marincesses are both hella cool decks.

Aoi’s parents died when she was around 6 and she was mostly raised by her older brother. She’s the 2nd best Duelist in the VRAINS at the start of the series and over the course of the first season goes from being rather shy and only putting on a happy facade to a determined Duelist willing to risk her life to save the world. She even puts a stop to a virus that’s leaving people in comas.

Aoi gets two more avatars (Blue Girl and Blue Maiden) and also obtains a semi-magic AI named Aqua as her partner.

She never lets her trauma keep her down and was a huge inspiration for me in high school!

AOI ZAIZEN IS THE BEST GIRL! She's gonna sweep this whole tournament and here's why:

Is the peak YGO Girl who Deserved Better from the writers

Just a normal everyday girl IRL who secretly turns into an ultra bubbly sweetheart idol who everyone absolutely loves when in the virtual world.

Her VRAINS persona is extremely popular, and none of her fans know that she's just Some Girl.

Plays an idol deck with Trickstars (toxic meta combo not included)

Is sheltered by her overprotective older step-brother/guardian, but very quickly stands up for herself and what she believes is right.

Mutual protection with said step-brother is the sweetest thing ever, I love Aoi and Akira moments so much!

She does NOT fall head over heels for the main protagonist, but they do share a nice conversation and handshake as they become friends IRL (one of the best VRAINS scenes, honestly)

Absolutely wrecks Soulburner for like 99% of their duel, and only loses because the writers don't understand how to move a plot along if Soulburner doesn't win as many duels as possible

Duels two seasonal antagonists, and completely destroys them both before losing thanks to an OP anime card that will never see the light of day, and a one-off card made specifically to counter her strategy and have her lose.

Her first virtual avatar, Blue Angel, is inspired by the main character from her favorite childhood book. That's adorable!

Her main summoning chants are all about hopes, dreams, and believing in yourself.

In the English dub, she says "I could so swipe left on you right now" implying that Tinder exists in the Yu-Gi-Oh universe.

Never got the Magical Girl transformation sequence she deserved because the writers apparently were not aware that Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS is a Magical Girl show, despite the two main dudes getting that special treatment.

AOI ZAIZEN DESERVED BETTER! Give her what she deserves!

AND SHE'S A TRANS LESBIAN

Dark Magician Girl

she is iconic, basically the unofficial mascot of the anime. She has so much merch and so much fanart she is THE girl ever

[captainwans]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY.

 — B. CHILWELL

pairing: ben chilwell x fem! reader

summary: reliving the harsh words that were shared between the pair, she came to a conclusion that love is definitely not easy.

warning: angst, mentions of curse words, brief injury description, and fluff at the end. happy reading, dolls! <3

word count:  1,4k | ( gif not mine! )

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… [Y/N] STARED AT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, her heavy eyes darting across the room with a vacant expression. Her mind relived back to the fight she had with Ben a few hours ago, lingering inside her mind making her want to slam her head against the wall. To say she was having a hard time was an understatement. Her workplace was a literal shitshow, with her boss always nagging and criticizing her every move. One of her closest friends got into an accident, and her important appointments got canceled last minute. At first, she thought speaking to Ben about her troubles would make her feel better, but knowing his critical state, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She thought her situation would get a little better by his presence but instead got a punch in her gut. His words pierced through her chest—like a knife was being held over a fire.

   “You’re having a hard time? Fucking look at me, I can’t even walk properly.” Ben chastised, his piercing stare making her feel smaller.

   She knew how much his knee injury took a toll on him. She’s been by his side ever since he hit rock bottom. From helping him take on his clothes to carrying him on her back— quite literally, was tough on her too, but she loved him to pieces and knew that he couldn’t handle it all on his own. They had their small moments, but this time his words remained glued to her brain, squeezing her skull and making her want to get on her knees and pour her heart out.

   “Don’t do that. Don’t pull your shit onto me, alright? I’m so fucking sick and tired of you blaming everything on me. I gladly let you get vulnerable in front of me, but why can’t I get the same treatment back? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to do the same thing?” [Y/N] snapped, her tone dripped with spite.

   A lump formed inside her throat and she looked up, her eyes glistening from the light above her. She clenched her jaw, aggressively blinking to prevent any tears to fall. A dark cloud entered her chest, squeezing her lungs making her let out a shaky breath. Her lips grew thin and she loudly sniffled, rubbing her face with her trembling hand.

   Her lips emitted another sigh before opening her mouth, “You can enter the kitchen, you know. It’s your house after all,” she spat, her voice hoarse and dry. She leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched him enter the kitchen.

    A look of shame was etched onto his features, his eyebrows furrowed along with a clutched jaw, and [Y/N] wondered if his jaw would break by how tight it was clenched. She watched him nearing her, his hesitant steps making her heart churn with every breath she took. His bright blue eyes were replaced with shallow and sunken eyes. She watched him open his mouth, but she shook her head.

  “Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. She looked into his eyes, her stoic expression slowly turning softer. The corner of her lips pulled down, shaking as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotion from taking over her. She brought a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring through empty space as her mind went into melancholia.

    Ben’s chest tightened, feeling his throat close making him almost choke on air. The guilt was slowly, painfully eating him from the inside and he wanted nothing more than to take his words back, but he couldn’t and that left him with a heavy heart. His brows pulled up, knitting in the middle as he contemplated his next move. He knew she wanted distance, but he couldn’t help but inch closer to wipe away a lone tear from her cheek.

    [Y/N] looked at him, feeling his hand gently drifting to hold the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. She allowed her body to sink into his warmth, her eyes closing in the process as she reminisced about his touch—oh how much she missed his touches.

   Ben’s lip curved up slightly, slowly inching closer. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and gently titled her head with his hand. He watched her opening her eyes, her glossy eyes avoiding his. He opened his mouth but closed it, his words stuck in his throat. He sighed, his fingers softly drawing circles on her skin.

    As much as she tried to keep it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her. She fell into his arms, her arms tightly holding his waist as she let her guard down. She gasped between her cries, making her have a hard time catching a breath. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his body as he slowly rocked them back and forth.

    Ben sniffled, hiding his face in her hair, and squeezed her tighter, afraid if she could disappear at any second. He let her pour her heart out, her cries making his heart clench. “It’s okay, darling. I got you.” he whispered into her ear, profusely muttering his apologies.

    She let out a whimper, slowly pulling away. She met his pained expression, his glistening eyes mirroring hers. “I’m sorry, Ben. I-I’m so so sorry.” she stuttered, her voice cracking making him shake his head.

   Ben cupped her face with his hands, his eyes slightly wide at her words. “No, no, baby. I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. You’re right, [Y/N], I’m your boyfriend. I have one job, and I can’t even do that. Therapy has been hard, along with training, but that doesn’t explain the argument we had. I’m the one to blame, not you. I acted like a complete fool and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I know you’re in a rough patch right now and you don’t deserve that—any of it. I’m sorry for not being there for you enough like you’re there for me.” He expressed, his voice wavering.

   Hot tears trickled down his face and he quickly wiped them with his wrist. He looked down, a deep scowl forming on his handsome features. Ben sniffled, “It makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I feel so guilty and horrible at the fact that you put aside your needs aside to make me feel better. It’s not fair, [Y/N]. It’s not fucking fair.” he blubbered, his chin trembling like a child.

     [Y/N]’s eyes softened, feeling her heart bleed. She reached out, brushing his hair away from his face before cupping his cheek. She leaned his forehead against his, her other hand grasping his trembling hand. She pressed light kisses on his knuckles before turning her gaze to him, already meeting his blue eyes lovingly looking at her like a lost puppy.

   She gave him a tired smile, her other hand caressing his stubbed jaw. “You’re not a bad boyfriend, Ben. You’re doing everything you can to make me happy while you’re managing your injury, and that’s enough. I can’t imagine how hard it must feel to not play on the field. It’s your passion—your dream, and it sucks that you can’t be able to engage in the one thing that matters to you the most. I get that, baby. I don’t expect you to return my treatments because I know, very well, that it’s hard for you to do. But maybe a little extra attention would’ve been nice—just you listening would be enough for me.” she admitted, giving him another soft smile, her teary eyes glimmering in the moonlight from the window.

    Ben clenched his jaw, biting his lip to prevent himself from breaking down. He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and inched closer to feel her warmth. “And I will. I will listen to you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. I don’t wanna lose you, ” he breathed, closing his eyes with a grimace, feeling his face bruised from all the crying.

    She grabbed his chin, gently tilting it up as she leaned in. Ben’s eyes closed, his lips brushing against hers as he moved closer. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” [Y/N] breathed with a small giggle before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he responded with a sigh as he rested a hand on the curve of her hips, his other hand holding her cheek.

    Ben slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against hers. His lips curved upwards, a fond smile resting on his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips before voicing his thoughts. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”

[hypersonic04]

All Of The Girls You’ve Loved Before

The second instalment in the Taylor-inspired one shot series. I really, really love this one! Enjoy my lovelies <3

Word Count: 1,501

Smoothing my hands over the silk sitting on my hips, I smile to myself in the mirror. For the first time in weeks, I’m actually dressed up, and Ross and I are going on our first date since tour ended.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Coming!”

With one last check of my purse and a swipe of lipgloss, I head downstairs. The heels of my shoes click on the tiles.

I spot him waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, back resting against the wall and arms folded across his broad chest. He stands up immediately when he sees me coming, and I can’t help but blush when I see his jaw become slack. I grin uncontrollably, holding the skirt of my dress up as I step down carefully.

“Wow.” is all he can say, holding his hand out for me. “You look…”

I tilt my head up to him as I reach the ground, smiling sweetly at him as he stumbles around his words.

“Beautiful.” He decides on, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. His eyes don’t leave me for a second, his gentle hand in mine twirling me around.

“Thank you,” I squeeze his hand gently. “Are you ready to leave?”

“I just need to get something from upstairs, do you mind getting the car keys for me? I think they’re in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, sure.” I nod with a smile, turning around and heading into the kitchen.

“Ross?” I call, covering my mouth with a smile.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

I laugh airily to myself.

Bouquets of red roses cover every last inch of the kitchen counters, tied with silk bows and presented in boxes.

I turn around to see him leant in the doorway, a hand in his pocket and a proud smile on his face. Shaking my head at him, I walk into his arms that he holds open for me.

“I can’t believe you.” I grin, “You shouldn’t have.”

“I definitely should have.” He mumbles into my hair, pressing kisses. “You deserve all the roses in the world.”

I pull away from his chest for a second, meeting his warm gaze. His eyes are like honey, sweet and pouring into mine.

“Thank you. They’re gorgeous.” I run my fingertips through the front of his hair, standing on my tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His hands find my waist, holding my close to him as his thumbs slipping over the satin fabric.

“We need to leave.” I mumble against his lips with a smile. He groans into the kiss and I have to work hard not to call the date of and drag him to bed. “Come on, let’s go.” I sigh.

He opens the car door for me, holding my hand as he helps me get in and closes it behind me. I watch him intently as he rounds the car, tall and dressed smartly, hair pulled back into a bun.

His hand is firmly on my thigh the whole way there, tracing circles on the exposed skin, stealing glances as he drives.

“I missed this.” I smile softly, placing my hand over his on my thigh.

“I missed you.” He replies, glancing at me. He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling my skin.

He makes sure he’s there at the car door again when we reach the restaurant, hand in my immediately. I fight the ridiculously large grin that threatens to expose my giddiness. Ross is always such a gentleman, and it would be a lie if I said that I didn’t love the princess treatment he insists on giving me.

We get settled across from each other at the table he’d booked weeks in advance, when he was still on tour, in fact. The restaurant is lit but candles, dark and moody as I stare at him over the rim of my glass, sat in the booth seat. Shadows are cast over his angular face, his deep set brow and pursed lips making me feel like a teenage girl with a crush. Yes, we’ve been together for years, but the feeling never seems to really go away.

“I’m so hungry.” I hun as I finally tear my eyes away from him, picking up a menu.

“What do you fancy?”

Before I can reply, I’m cut off by an unfamiliar voice.

“Oh my goodness, Ross? Is that you?”

She’s tall, blonde, really pretty. I feel myself breathe in sharply, looking from her to my boyfriend. He meets my eyes for a second, turning around to talk ti her. They exchange hello’s, before she insists on a hug.

“You alright?” He asks her as he stands up and awkwardly accepts her hug, one arm coming around her back, his fingertips centimetres away from her skin. I feel myself swallow deeply, averting my eyes for a second. “Y/n, this is Alex. Alex, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.”

“Oh, so sorry for interrupting.” She glances at me quickly, the first time she’s acknowledged my existence since crashing our date. “How have you been?”

She brings a hand to rest on his arm and I find myself smirking as I flick through the menu. The expression on Ross’ face tells me everything I need to know.

“I’m good, really good, thank you. Hope everything’s going well with… what was it again?”

“Modelling, how could you forget? We came here the night after I got that big job!” She laughs loudly, drawing glances to our corner of the restaurant. “Anyways, I should probably leave you to it. We should go for drinks soon!”

He looks at me desperately and I smile, nodding at her profusely.

“Yes, we definitely should!” I grin sweetly at her, watching her gaze trail from Ross to me. “It’s been so lovely talking to you.”

She raises her eyebrows and cleats her throat a little, before squeezing his shoulder gently and making her exit. Ross just looks at me for a second before taking a seat.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea-“

“It’s okay.” I smile. “You weren’t to know.”

“I didn’t know what to do, I just…” his voice trails off as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Who was she, anyway?” I keep my eyes fixed on the menu, trying my best to seem like the chill, unbothered girlfriend. My swirling in my stomach says otherwise.

“An ex-girlfriend. It wasn’t anything serious, we only went out for a few months, when the band was just starting out.”

“Ah, right.” I nod, pursing my lips. “A model, huh?”

His cheeks flush pink and I smirk at him, a giggle escaping my lips.

“I was young, it was all new, you know, with the band and everything.”

“I get it.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes and I spot her across the other side of the room, stood with friends and laughing that same, loud laugh. We are so different, I think to myself. She’s a model, for goodness sakes. She’s blonde, ridiculously tall, confident. I find myself wondering whether Ross’ other girlfriends were all like this.

“Hey, stop thinking. You’re doing that thing.”

“Doing what thing?” I look up, his voice taking my by surprise.

“That thing where you think too much and go quiet.” I laugh at his choice of words, scoffing. “If this is about Alex…”

“It’s not, I promise.” I purse my lips with a nod, setting the menu down and finishing the last in the glass of Prosecco. “Can we order?”

We place our food orders and make small talk, but my mind is bursting with questions.

“Did you bring all your girlfriends here?” I ask in a moment of silence. He inhales deeply before shaking his head.

“No, of course not.” He reaches for my hand over the table. “I’ve only ever been here once before, with Alex. She got really drunk, all I can remember is that the food was amazing.”

“Did you buy her roses too?”

He looks over my whole face, eyes drinking in every inch of my features. I feel my cheeks flush pink under his gaze, his thumb caressing the skin under his touch.

“Never.” He shakes his head. “I was a bad boyfriend, i can’t lie. I was so immature, more bothered about whether George had got enough beers in than anything else.” He glances down for a second. “I knew with you, it had to be different.”

“Different?”

“I had to grow up, treat you properly, like a lady.”

I giggle, blushing even more if possible. He kisses my knuckles as he leans across from me.

“Well, I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I think.” I smile. “And I’m glad you had girlfriends before me.”

“Really?” He frowns a little. I nod in reply.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He raises his eyebrows, nodding. “None of them were you, though.”

“And none of them loved you like I do.”

[aurora567]

Pandora's Gift Ch. 32

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, blood, violence, breeding kink, A/B/O themes ect.

Summary: A little fun time continues in the kitchen.

Word count: 3164

Last Chapter. Next Chapter

Both shirts were tossed along her kitchen floor. And of course her bra was quick to follow her shirt as it was ripped off and tossed away as if it offended both of them. With her top half exposed Sakaki could not help but gently shiver at the feel of the cool air of her apartment against her soft skin. Or maybe it was the feeling of Bakugou’s lips against her skin as he trailed kisses along her neck, nibbling and sucking as he went. She did not even care that he was leaving little love marks that would softly bruise and be visible come the following day. Her head had rolled back and eyes closed as she simply enjoyed the feeling of his lips along her skin as he followed down her neck before moving to trail his little kisses down to her collar bone. Her left hand gripped at the edge of the counter while her right hand was entangled among his soft hair. It still surprised her how soft his messy wild blonde hair actually was. She could recall it being soft during the haze of the heat riddled week they had spent together. But getting a feel of it now while completely sober and of a right mind it was surprising.

As his lips continued to trail down her body even further than her collar bone she found the hand entangled in his hair releasing its grip and instead she was pressing the hand behind her so that her back could arch up more for the blonde as his lips started to trail over the top of her right breast. With the hand behind her she was better able to try and press her chest higher so the blonde was not having to bend over so much. It really did not help much but still she was trying to help as she gasped when she felt his lips finally latch onto a perky nub.

His teeth gently nibbled at her hard nipple which brought an all new array of whines and soft moans from her lips. Which seemed to rile the blonde a little as she felt on hand move to rest on her lower back before slowly sliding up a little before resting just behind her shoulder blades. The hand held her firmly in place as he continued to tease her nipple happily nipping and sucking at it, finally giving it a good tug between his teeth before he let it go. Those bright vermilion eyes of his had been watching her reaction the entire time. The sounds of her gasps and moans filled his ears.

His other hand held tightly at her hip, she would not be surprised if small light bruises littered the edges of her hips as she felt his hand pull her hips closer towards him. Which she did not mind. The feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans gave a slight bit of much needed friction as she felt him grind against her upper thigh. The feeling was nothing more than a tease as she whined softly trying to shift her hips to better be able to grind herself back against him not wanting to feel him against just her thigh.

All that teasing did was make her body ache more, her panties soaked and clinging to her skin uncomfortable. She wanted nothing more than to get out of her own pants and panties. But first his pants need to go. Her hands started to tug at the top of his pants before sliding forwards, her fingers hunting for the button on his jeans so she could nearly break the zipper as she roughly pulled his pants open. This rough treatment had the blonde chuckling softly.

“Well someone is eager,” he was completely teasing her and she knew it. But still this felt like a feverish dream. A part of her feared she was curled up in her nest dreaming this while she hugged Bakugou’s shirt up to her face.

“Shut up. Pants off,” she growled softly as she was already pushing his jeans down his hips.

She felt Bakugou’s lips glance against her ear causing her to pause in her assault on his pants. His warm breath glancing across her skin had her shiver as she hit back the urge to whine and want more.

“For an omega you're incredibly bossy,” he teased her once again. He was not complaining about her less than normal demands. Omega’s were supposed to be so weak and helpless, submissive, wanting and waiting to be told what to do. But Sakaki was not like that, well not outside of her heat. When her mind was a little less fogged up with crazy amounts of lust she knew what she wanted and went for it. She knew many alpha’s hated it. So as soon as Bakugou had brought it up her body went rigid and for a split second she froze up even as she felt his lips start to glance across the skin under her ear till they glanced across her scent blockers. She could hear him growl softly at the scent blockers before she suddenly felt a fang glance across her skin hooking the scent blockers before he was able to tear the little clear patch off of her skin allowing her scent to now flow freely from that scent gland.

It felt amazing having the patches removed as it had started to quickly become annoying. She found herself quickly removing the two on her wrists as she felt his nose glancing across her neck as she could feel him inhaling her scent. Taking this moment she ran her hands along his chest as her head rolled to the side as she enjoyed the view of the blonde standing before her in nothing but some simply black boxers. Her insecurities vanished in that moment as she ate up the view of the toned muscles that almost looked like his scarred skin was strained to cover. Small scars littered his chest and arms. Which did not surprise her, she had a few herself. But she also recognized some of the older scars. Some she knew he obtained during the neatly world ending battle with Shigaraki. The battle that had nearly killed him. But others were far more recent. One was even still slightly pink unlike the others that were nearly off coloured to his normal skin. It could not have been a year old. Far more recent than any others she could see from her current position. She wanted to ask about it but the sudden feeling of his tongue against her neck had her brain short circuit as she couldn’t help a needy high pitched whine escape her lips.

The feeling of his tongue running along her neck and the scent gland there had her squirming and whining at the pure pleasure the simple action was able to give her. Her scent glands always felt sensitive with the heavy every day use of her scent blockers. The patches were itchy by the end of day and today was no different but right this moment the skin did not itch instead it was still incredibly sensitive. The feeling of his tongue was almost enough to have her cum right then and there as she could not help the loud cry of pleasure as her eyes closed. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she struggled to regain her breath and try to calm her body back down. Her legs had even wrapped around his waist trying to eliminate what little distance was still between them.

“Fuck,” Was the single breathless word she was able to just barely get out past her lips. That seemed to entertain the blonde whose face was buried in her neck as she felt his body shake softly as he chuckled against her skin.

“Well, aren't you sensitive. If I do that again I wonder if you will cum for me?” His warm breath glanced across her damp skin from where his tongue had just run along her skin. That alone had a shiver run down her back and goose bumps started along her arms.

“Don’t you dare,” She growled softly even as she felt his lips curl up along her skin as he smirked. He completely would do it too. Her right hand quickly unattached her blunt nails from the skin of his shoulder to quickly grab a handful of his blonde hair as she felt him hiss against her skin.

“You’re pretty bossy for an omega,” His tone was completely teasing as her hand in his hair kept him from being able to reach out and once again run his tongue along her neck. As much as she loved the feeling she had no desire to make a complete mess of herself so quickly.

“And what are you going to do about it?” She questioned him back before she felt his head pull away from her neck. His vibrate red eyes had the pupils nearly blown out as the corner of his lips. Her grip on his hair loosened, butterflies seemed to come alive in her stomach at the look she was getting. Maybe she should not have asked that question as she felt herself squirm softly under his heated gaze. The action had her grind her hips against him, the action had her whimper softly.

“Hmm I could just pull away. Leave you a needy mess and just walk out that door. I can not imagine you would enjoy that,” He teased her even though he never even tried to pull away. In fact his hips moved grinding against her teasing her lightly as if to get his point across that she was a needy mess at that moment. His actions drew a soft breathless whine from her, well not just the action but even the thought of him just pulling away and walking off had her omega whine as well. And so she bit her tongue and kept herself from giving a snarky reply back.

“Good girl,” Was the praise she got when she remained silent for more than a few seconds. The sound of the simple praise nearly had her keen for him. Bakugou did not praise anyone and hearing those words from him had her become a completely panting, wet mess as she sat on the counter of her kitchen not even noticing the whistling kettle behind her.

“Katsuki,” She whined, no longer happy that the man had stopped paying attention to her neck or really any part of her.

God Bakugou loved the sound of his name coming from the woman’s lips. Even more so he loved the sound of his first name coming from her. He could feel his cock twitch as the whine she gave out as she said his name. That was enough for him to stop toying with her. His fingers reached down and started to roughly unbutton her jeans. Her legs had untangled themselves from around his waist allowing him to step back out of her legs only long enough to nearly rip her jeans off of her, the action nearly had her pulled off the counter with her jeans as his aggressiveness to get her remaining clothes off of her body.

Her hands gripped at the counter but still her ass was hanging off the counter as she struggled not to giggle at the aggressive large hands that not only removed her jeans but had also removed her panties now leaving her completely naked as she pulled herself back onto the counter. Now who was the impatient one? Of course she kept that thought to herself as she sat the edge of her ass on the edge of the counter. Her left hand let go of the counter as she did not want to be the only one naked in her kitchen as she tugged at the dark boxers which were now the only thing keeping the two apart.

Large warm hands gripped at her hips, whether it was to keep her from falling off the counter or from pulling away she was not sure nor did she care in the moment. Her own hands returned to grip at his shoulders. There was too much room between them, her legs once again returned to wrap around his waist. The teasing was gone now as she felt his tip prod her entrance only for a moment before a rough thrust had more than half his length sheathed into her body.

She couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, so happy to finally be getting what her body had ached for. She had wanted to be stuffed, and finally she was getting it. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, the back of one ankle was digging into the back of a thigh as she tried to pull the large body closer to her.

She could hear him growl softly into her ear before his hips once again started to move. Cloud nine was exactly where Sakaki was as she struggled to keep her lunges full of air as she moaned and cried out with each thrust. His pace was rough and a little unforgiving, but she was not about to complain as she tried to move her hips in time with him but his large hands were quick to put a stop to her actions. She whined softly but could not force her mouth to work as she panted softly her nails running down his back. She did not even care if she was leaving marks on his body, after all he had left his own little marks on her own skin.

She could hear the soft growls and curses slipping past the lips of the blonde before his lips once again. It was messy, teeth clanking as tongue’s danced together. Soft moans being muffled by the kiss. The sound of her heart racing in her own ears almost drowned out the sounds of their bodies moving together or the sound of her muffled cries as his lips ate up every sound she made. She could feel the tension in her body quickly building, she had been so close to the edge before they had even gotten to the main course and now it was all she could do to keep from coming undone in an instant.

It was all she could do to keep from just chanting his name and crying out to the gods above as she struggled to not come undone. Maybe he could sense that she was trying to hold back. She could feel a hand move around the front of her hip to slip down her stomach till a finger was able to find the little bundle of nerves of her clit. That was all it took to have her head rip away from the kiss to allow herself to throw her head back as she cried out as her walls clenched down around him. In that instant she could feel his teeth sink into the top of her left shoulder. It was a bit closer to her neck than she would like but still a very safe distance from her scent gland.

Two thrusts later and she could feel his body give a jolt and grow ridged as Bakugou followed after her. She could feel him groaning against the skin of her shoulder before his lips started to trail soft kisses over the bare skin. One kiss trailed over the bite mark that had her gasp. It was not hard enough to break the skin. It still hurt a bit once she started to come down from the high of ecstasy she had been enjoying. She even whined softly as he pulled back enough to slip himself out of her body. His large hands had returned to her hips as he picked her up gently and slid her back against the counter more so there was no risk in her boneless state that she did not accidently slip off.

Both panting Bakugou stood tall still standing between her legs as his warm hands rested on her hips. His thumbs softly massaged the soft skin subconsciously as he waited for her to push him away. She was trying to still catch her breath as she let her eyes wander over the bare body before her. She still very much so wanted to run her tongue along every scar and mark that littered the man's body. Even as she looked up and got to enjoy the look of those soft blonde locks of his sticking to his sweat covered forehead.

Once she had regained the feeling in her body she slid across the counter a little closer to him again. A hand softly slid up his chest as she happily inhaled the heavenly scent of him that had flooded her home. She leaned her head against his chest and took in the sound of his still racing heartbeat as she felt his hands tug her a little closer once again.

“Stay?” was the simple single word plea she gave him. She had hated how he just walked out after the last time. And in a way she feared he would throw his clothes back on and just walk out her door yet again. She was not one to beg on any normal day, but right this moment she did not want to let him go. Yet once again she felt his chest vibrate with a soft chuckle.

“Are you always this needy after a good fuck or do you just need a little cuddle?” His tone was teasing and of course it earned him a light smack to the chest with a back of her hand.

“Don’t be an ass. Maybe I just enjoy knowing I have a hero in my home to keep me safe,” She said softly as she felt her face grow warm at her own words as she proceeded to try and hide her face in his chest. Yet the blonde did not tease her again as he struggled to understand the odd feeling that bloomed in his chest hearing her say that. She felt safe with him and that made his inner alpha so happy he almost could not even comprehend it himself.

“Okay I’ll stay,” He said softly finally after an almost five minute pause. Finally he was able to get his brain to function again and he agreed to stay unaware that it not only made him happy but also made her nearly purr as they remained cuddled up in the kitchen till the growl of her stomach had the two laughing and finally they pulled away. Bakugou then announced he was going to cook dinner since he did not trust her to make anything good as he slipped his boxers back on and proceeded to start walking around her kitchen to try and find stuff to cook with.

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[underappreciated-characters]

CHERRY BLOSSOMS

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Reader Tags: Angst, Toxic Relationship, Jealousy Summary: A terribly self indulgent self insert that’s been in my drafts since 2018 and maybe it should have stayed there lmao Misc: Oblivious!Peter, Roomate!Reader, Hanahaki Disease A/N: Lmao let’s get this self-indulgence out of the way. 1.3K Words

Hanahaki Disease: A disease in which an individual experiences intense physical pain followed by episodes of sporadic coughing and throwing up of flower petals. At its worst, symptoms may result in death.

 Hanahaki disease - A relatively new affliction to the people of Earth. With all the changes their world had begun to see, including the rising rate at which superhumans had begun to appear, it shouldn’t have been terribly surprising something like this would come along as well. 

It started as a rumor, an urban legend really. People would claim that someone they knew had caught it and died and that there was no way to cure it. The rumor grew and grew and  - as it turned out - there really was truth to them. Only there was a cure, a terribly costly one. Only it wasn't just the hefty price that made getting the miracle surgery costly, it was what you risked losing once the procedure was over with.

 You risked losing every single memory and sentiment you had ever had with that person. Since symptoms varied so greatly there was no predictability as to what the result would be. Prior to treatment you would undergo so many assessments, the doctors making sure they had everything they needed to care for you after and make sure you could return to normal life, but you would never feel anything for that person again, not even friendship.

If you elected not to go through the surgery, you could lose your life. So every person who could afford it had to make the decision to live and lose their life or live their life never remembering how it felt to love the most important person in the world to them. It should have been an easy decision. But for some reason, it wasn’t. Not for (Y/N) at least, not at first.

At first it was nothing. The dull aches she felt in her chest shrugged off as pains from sleeping wrong or her general clumsiness. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the Hanahaki disease, she may have chosen to remain oblivious to her feelings for years to come. After all Peter had done for her, how could she be so selfish as to want him to herself?

Peter had been the first person she could trust in the city. (Y/N) had met Peter when he came to investigate the scene of her crash landing. It seemed that she was an extraterrestrial and he had been on patrol nearby when everything had happened. 

It wasn’t long before they had made fast friends. Even then, there was a sadness in his beautiful brown eyes. She had studied it whenever they spoke, went out on patrol together. In part, (Y/N) wanted to fix it because she was grateful for everything Peter had provided. And, in part, she had wanted more time with him. Any excuse to see those rare smiles, to be the cause. 

Their relationship formed naturally over the course of months, well as naturally as it could given their situation, and slowly things began to change. Peter’s dim and dirty apartment was clean more consistently, and he would let the light shine in during the day. The fridge of his that had rarely stocked more than a handful of ingredients or leftovers at once was soon full of meal prepped food and healthier options. Instead of sulking away in bed when there was nothing to do, he found himself looking for the comfort of others. He had even managed to pick up some old hobbies again. 

Anything she could do to help him get out and stay out of that rut he had been in when they first met, she did. Her helping him begin his chores: Clearing the bed, discarding trash that littered the floors and counters, making sure there was water and food in the house. She had initiated it all, but was overjoyed when slowly her reminders and help were no longer as needed. Peter found a job that allowed him to juggle being a hero and taking care of himself, however narrowly. 

She had been most proud of the fact he had learned to care for himself and ask for help more often. The sadness that had often cast shadows in his weary eyes was now a vague memory most days. That should have been enough for her. To see that her friend had grown and found himself again, that should have been enough. 

But one day she got home to their shared apartment and saw Peter in the livingroom with MJ, sharing a meal. The action itself had no real implied intimacy, but something in her heart still lurched at the sight. (Y/N) had quickly apologized and darted off to her own room to give them privacy. She shook the thoughts out of her head, chasing them away, but they came back to haunt her.

As they continued to spend more and more time together, (Y/N) found their shared apartment seemed to grow warmer without her there. It began to feel like a home she was intruding on. More and more often she locked herself away and less frequently, it seemed, Peter seemed to notice. 

She dug her nails into the palms of her hands. She should be ecstatic at the changes. The days where Peter allowed himself to rot away for days at a time were not long ago. This alternative was what they had worked so hard for. So why did her chest hurt so much?

When had her feelings become so serious? Wasn’t this a betrayal of her friendship with him? (Y/N) found herself at a complete loss for the first time since she had landed on this planet. She had learned to love many things about this planet, its people. But wanting one of its greatest protectors to have eyes only for her? It felt incredibly selfish. It felt so wrong. So much so, she was almost relieved when she found out she was afflicted, as if it could serve as some sort of penance. 

Slowly her symptoms grew and grew. When she would go on her own patrols she often found herself gasping for air, even when she was not in pursuit of anyone. Most nights she would wake choking as the petals began to fill and flood her mouth. The nights would quickly become the worst. As if waking feeling on the verge of death were not enough, the vomiting would come soon after. Her entire body would shudder, convulse violently, as it attempted to empty itself of the cherry blossoms. 

She would endure it for months to come, because she deserved it. It was indeed the penance she had to pay for coveting Peter B. Parker. She thought she would endure it for the rest of her life if she was able. But it seemed that perhaps fate was determined to tear the two apart, to make their fate completely apparent to the stubborn heroine.

It happened in an instant. In the middle of a mundane meeting she had suddenly seized, clutching at her chest. An ambulance was called and they carted her off immediately, a trail of petals following behind her. They let her know when she regained consciousness that the decision had been made for her. Her lungs and heart had already begun filling to the brim, there had been no time to delay. 

(Y/N) sat there, disoriented and confused. The surgeons left her to recover, there would be time for further discussion when she was clear headed. They let her know as they made their way out of her room that her emergency contact had arrived and they let him in. (Y/N) felt a faint ache in her chest as a vaguely familiar man with beautiful brown eyes entered. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?” She asked. 

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 6.

part 7

a/n: LOVE ANDRE. finally switching pov's. gonna try my best to write andre's pov. also random, i used to hate "babe/baby" so much, but with andre i go feral over it.

also let me know if you wanna be on a tag list <333

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) negative views of sex, reader seeing sex as a tool rather than pleasure, implied sex, toxic ex's, drugs, drinking, angst, eventual fluff,

word count: 1,780

 You slammed the door behind you, if you had super strength the hinges would have flown off the wall. Ashley had brought her new best friends over to your dorm. They ended up doing weed mixed in with some drugs. The smell was fine, you had to hide the evidence it was fine. Then you had to clean up after them, fine. Then they started to talk to you and your study session was over. Your phone buzzed in your pocket already, Ashley is probably texting you. She was probably filled with anxiety and paranoia but you were fucking over it. 

You silenced your phone and went to the library to study. It was much quieter, ignoring a fallen-over row of books from library sex, it was nice. Finally, after a couple of hours, you finished an essay and were skimming your classmates' work. Andre may have gotten special treatment for free (maybe your exchange was complicated feelings) but your peers still had to pay for your hard work. You rubbed your eyes and then looked at your phone.

Ashley’s texts were 20+ 

Are you mad?

HELLO!??

I’M SORRY!

Please come BacK

I love you

Omg 

come back. 

Omg you have to listen to Trixie’s boyfriend drama

are you coming back soon? Can youbuySNACKS?

You started to type a paragraph about your friend's shitty behavior (again) and then popped up a message. 

andre (jacket lender)

would you like to get coffee tomorrow? - 1:33 pm

You still saw him typing on the other end but your heart raced. 

how about rn?? -1:33pm

andre (jacket lender) 

yeah! meet you in 10 @ Jitter Bean Cafe? 

You smiled to yourself as you sent 

cool :) 

You shoved everything in your tote bag before practically skipping out of the library. You bit down on your lower lip to fight off a smile. You hoped it was a date and not even a single wave of anxiety could slip into your mind. Of course, you were anxious but a cage of butterflies was nothing compared to what you’d dealt with in the past. Your walk slowed across campus as you waved and smiled at your peers. 

You were on the dot, stepping into the cafe. Your eyes flitted over familiar faces huddled together to find the handsome one. He stood by the counter leaning down to look at the pastry display. You smiled to yourself while striding over to him. You tapped his shoulder and he met your eyes. His perplexed expression turned warm as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” he said. He slipped his fidgety fingers into the pocket of his pants. 

“Hey,” you echoed back, entranced by his outfit. His sweater was soft and oversized. He wore off-white dress pants and perfectly white shoes. A watch rested on his left wrist and a black bracelet was on the other. It was weird to see him look so sharp. 

“I hope this was a good spot, for a date y’know,” he snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“It’s perfect,” you said before hooking your arm with his. He let out an exhale and his shoulders dropped. You two ordered your drinks, making small talk while waiting for your order. In between each laugh or fluttering emotion, you felt yourself slip into a safe place, with him. 

… 

“Thanks,” you say when he settles back in his seat. 

“Hm? For what?” he asked. 

“For this,” you flutter your fingers at the coffee scene, a normal date. You lick your glossed lips that taste like (blank). “It’s nice, to just be,” your smile faltered when a couple of phones were pointed in your direction. 

“Of course,” he spoke your name, bringing your attention back to him. “I’m serious about this, about you. You know that right?” Andre asked. You nodded your head, holding together a tight smile. There was pressure building up in your chest. You rubbed the fabric of your pink shirt. He patiently waited for your response. 

“Yeah, I know,” you said taking a sip of your drink. The snapping of photos irked you, peoples hushed voices behind their hands. All too familiar. “Sorry, I.I.,” you paused and took a deep breath. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you got up. 

“Sure,” Andre nodded, “you okay?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer him, already focused on escaping the curious eyes of others. You pushed open the doors to the outside and found yourself a tree to sit behind. Sure the bathroom was so secluded, but you didn’t want to go on a sob fest. You just needed air, to let whatever panic attack pass. You started to pluck the grass while one hand stayed over your chest. The tightness started to unravel. 

“Cupid,” Dylan said and your heart dropped. 

“Shit,” you said. No no no no. “Get the fuck away,” you said, eyes snapping up. 

The man’s piercing blue eyes cut through you. Your fist scrunched up your top, hiding away your bare chest from him. 

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that. If you wanna make me cry again, do it,” he said, with a smug grin. 

“Just fuck off Dylan,” you spoke, looking for your phone. Shit. You’d left your phone in your tote bag. 

“You, don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said, crouching down to your level. He smelled like sweat and his eyes were red. He was on something again, his breath reeked. “You owe me,” he said. You wanted to gag as your back pressed up against the tree. 

…

Andre's fingers drummed against the table, his leg bounced as he sat. He blew out a long breath before looking up from his phone. You’d left 10 minutes ago, he wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong. A pool of regret and guilt he didn’t feel too often started to eat him up. He shut his phone off, staring at your melting cold brew. 

Was he not what you expected? Being in frat houses and using lots of liquor courage to talk to you was the norm. When you saw him sobered up as you requested, were you disappointed? He rested his chin on his knuckle and continued to bop his leg. Harsh whispers caught him and he turned to look at the other tables. Students gathered at their tables were laughing, and staring at their phones. 

“Can you believe Andre is going out with that slut?” one girl spoke. 

“Right?? But you’ve seen the pictures right? She’s fucking hot… I get it,” another girl said. The duo looked over at Andre’s table and he was already getting up. He strode over, fingers twitching by his side. They still had shitty grins on their face when he stopped in front of their table. He saw pictures of him and you, just ten minutes ago. Posted. Cupid fucking her way up the ranks.

“Delete it,” he said. 

The girl laughed in disbelief but grew serious when he stayed still. 

“Fuck this,” he said and took the phone out of her hand. She was silent as he deleted it, the damage had already been done, however he didn’t care. Andre then went on to delete all the photos from her album and deleted album. He did admire how fucking good you looked but also saw when your smile became a frown. Why didn’t you say anything to him? He then handed her back the phone which now had dents. She shamefully took it and he did the same with the other girl.

The coffee shop had gone quiet. His heart was beating fast against his chest. He turned around to see some people minding their business but others eyes were glued to him. A couple of phones were not so well hidden, he wasn’t stupid. His fingers curled by his sides as loud crackling took over the room. It sounded like multiple cans had been crushed at once. He blinked away dark spots as ringing echoed in his ears. He hummed when he was back at your table grabbing your bag. The pink tote bag with heart prints swung over his shoulder as he ordered a new cold brew. 

Andre made his way out of the coffee shop and started to text you. Then your bag buzzed and he swore under his breath. It was campus, he’d find you somewhere. He searched for 15 minutes indoors outside the coffee shop. He then saw you out the window and his heart dropped. That fucking guy, Dave, whatever the fuck his name was with you. Your wrists were in his hands as you were pressed against a tree. You looked utterly distraught as he spoke to you. Andre’s sneakers squeaked against the floor and he found the nearest exit. 

…

“Hey!” Andre yelled. Both you and Dylan whipped your heads in his direction. You mouthed stop at Andre as Dylan let go of you. He gave you a questionable look before slowing his pace to a jog.

“Is this your new boyfriend? Really?” Dylan said, seeming hurt. His eyes were still red, and glassy, and dried tears stained his face. You pushed Dylan off you and put yourself between him and Andre. 

“What the fuck was that?” Andre asked, stopping in front of you. His chest rose and fell as his eyes flicked to Dylan and then you. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer. Your toxic ex scoffed, while your date awaited your response. 

“I’m okay,” you said and his shoulders dropped. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you said quietly. You looked past Andre, already seeing students stop and gawk at the sight. This time, Andre clocked it and nodded. You turned around to face Dylan. He didn’t meet your eyes, shame, and guilt evident in his eyes.

Sighing, you turned back to Andre and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his touch, noticing your tote bag slung over his shoulder. He handed you a slightly melted cold brew, apologizing he didn’t find you sooner. Warmth filled in your chest as you looked up at him. His eyes were straight ahead, his jaw locked. He caught you out of the corner of his eye and melted.

“If they’re gonna look, let’s give them something to look at,” he whispered. Your heart jumped. His lips brushed your cheek, your face flushed, and you smiled. His hand trailed to your waist, his hold was firm but gentle.

“Is this okay?” he asked. 

“Mhm,” you managed, taking a sip of your coffee. “Thanks,” you looked up at him, wondering if you should pinch yourself. No way this man was fucking real. 

“Anything for you, baby,” he said.

[thedgrnlover]

MY MHA AU!!! This is only some and not set in stone, probably will be changed and edited and added to.

1: Aizawa either adopted or is bio related to Sero and Hitoshi bc they were both born in June and r both canonically the same height.

2: The Aizawa-Yamadas and Iidas are family friends and Sero has know Iida basically his whole life.

3: Sero and Iida are lovers.

4: Before and after they got together, Iida would have orange juice ready on the dorms counter for Sero bc bros down bad.

5: Sero has a mini fridge in his dorm room and it is against dorm rules. He actively defies this and A) Aizawa is his dad and don’t give a shit, and B) Iida knows about it but is too down bad to try and rat him out.

6: Sero is NB and uses He/They.

7: Sero and Shinsou were both AFAB (assigned female at birth) and very much bond over this fact.

8: Iida had an extreme amount of internalized homophobia. He would never condemn his classmates for being and form of queer ever because he loves them, but doesn’t feel like he is allowed to be any flavor of queer

9: Sero has Hispanic roots. I like to think he had a Hispanic mother who raised him for a couple years before dumping him on Aizawa and Yamada.

10: Sero’s quirk gives him a slight resistance to venoms and poisons because of its resemblance to spiders.

11: Sero is a very sad person and they hide a FUCK TON of self deprecating feelings behind their ever present smile.

12: Shinsou is a major Seroiida cock block for shits and giggles but also wants them to shut the fuck up and kiss already.

13: Shinsou and Iida r friends because they grew up together (see headcannon 2).

14: Sero is a flavor of ace<3 same with Shinsou but undecided.

15: Both Sero and Iida have mommy issues. Sero’s mom took care of him until a little before high school when they came out to her. She shoved him to Aizawa and her whole side of his family abandoned them.

16: (Continued from 15) Iida’s mommy issues stem from his mom being extremely insensitive, overbearing, and actively making anyone he dated feel like shit. Including Sero. Iida’s dad didn’t do much to stop his mother, instead enabling her, so Iida started living with Tensei.

17: (Continued from 16) Tensei was treated with the same overbearing treatment that Iida was, but a bit less. When their parents saw how well Tensei did and decided to be more overbearing on Tenya to get a better result. Instead, it just kinda… breaks him? A bit?

18: Sero’s saliva neutralizes their tape’s stickiness. They can also decide to make their tape one or double sided. The tape doesn’t stick to their skin, but he does have a good grip when he holds it.

19: Sero’s skin is just slightly sticky. Not rlly the gross kind, but kinda grippy. His sweat amplifies his stickiness. This is useful for climbing and such, but it also sticks to them. This means if they fold their arms while really sweaty for about a second or two, they will stick together a bit. Pulling them apart makes their skin raw.

20: Sero’s saliva also works on the sweat.

21: Tenya tends to shut down and not talk when he feels stressed or overwhelmed. He cuts off his emotions at the source to keep from getting overstimulated and when he doesn’t have the time or energy to feel.

22:Tensei is the opposite of Tenya, in that he clings to those close to him and feels everything over the empty feelings.

23: Rich kid trio (Momo, Shouto, Tenya) are very close pre cannon and Momo decides to “adopt” both of them the minute she realizes that their parents were absolutely dog shit. She knows how to get both of them to open up.

24: Momo is the rich kid with the best parents. They are a bit overbearing and pushy, but she knows they mean well and genuinely care about her a lot.

25: Similar to Tenya, Shouto shuts down and doesn’t talk about his feelings, but he’s also much easier to get to open back up (specifically by Momo and Midoriya).

Could anyone help with hiving this AU a name??