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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Okay so pro hero kiri has this big fat crush on his co worker! Reader who unintentionally rejecting his moves on her because she is so shy and awkward but slowly she shown some signs that she is into him so he changes tactics and acts more romantic which adds bonus points once he sees her blush when she reads the note attached to a deep red rose! fast forward to a couple of months of pinning and he is getting very frustrated especially with her enticing soft curves of her body so (1/2) 🌠 anon

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(Warnings - stalking, Somnophilia, dubcon, NSFW, unsafe sex, blood from a bite wound but it’s very brief lol)

You’re a little paper pusher at his agency, you barely even interact with the big man, but he always makes time to swing by your desk and chat for a bit before he heads home.

Unfortunately, you’re about as smooth as a piece of burnt toast. His casual flirting goes right over your head, and you keep rejecting his advances and it’s so fucking frustrating. Can’t you see how hard he’s fallen for you? Kiri doesn’t understand why you look away whenever he bends down to rest his elbows on your desk, giving you the perfect view down his shirt to see his fat pecs (the man knows he’s got a banging’ body okay). He doesn’t get why you shy away from his touch when he tries to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Kirishima can’t comprehend why you always turn him down when he mentions going out with you and some other co-workers (to make you feel more at-ease, he knows he can be intimidating) for drinks or a bite to eat.

He’s stressed - the man really wants to get to know you, but it’s like you’re completely oblivious to his intentions. He’s pretty sure you just see him as a goofy extroverted coworker that loves people. After all, he does stop and say hi to several other people every day as he makes his way over to your desk.

So Kirishima decides to up his game. Starts making his feelings obvious. He gets more touchy, perching on your desk to reach and rub your shoulders, laughing at your jokes and (gently) smacking a hand against your leg like a giggly schoolgirl. He talks about his workout routine and asks you if you think his muscles have been getting bigger. Could you check? Just with a hand around his bicep of course.

He buys a few gifts here and there; a cup of coffee for you with his number on the lid, a new pen when he noticed your favorite one broke, cute socks because he’s seen you wearing cute ones before, and he saw them and thought of you.

Each and every gift is accepted with the biggest blush he’s ever seen. You turn beet red, flush stretching down your neck and disappearing underneath your shirt. Kirishima chides himself for wanting to see how far the flush went, for wanting to rip off your shirt and bend you over right here and now.

But he didn’t like you just for your body, and he was willing to wait.

Kirishima feels emboldened by the success of his other gifts, so he decides to write out his feeling in a note, get you a bunch of flowers, and present them to you Friday night. That way, you’d have time to think things over and process your own feelings before you saw Kiri again on Monday. To him, it seemed like the perfect plan.

And god, you were so cute when he gave you the flowers, he wanted to kiss you on the nose and then taste your lips, right then and there.

But he didn’t.

He gave you a soft pat on the back before walking away. He was around the corner before he heard you gasp, which immediately made him backtrack and peek his head out so he could see you. Was it a good gasp? Or a bad gasp?

You had a little smile on your face, eyes twinkling as you read the note.

Kirishima pumped his fist, heart soaring. He finally got through to you.

Except he hadn’t.

On Monday, you didn’t say anything to him, hardly even looked at him. When he came by your desk to ask what you thought of the note, all he got was a fierce blush and mumbled sentences, before you bolted off to the bathroom.

It’s like he was back at square one.

It made Kirishima feel... inadequate. His old middle-school insecurities came creeping back into his life. Was he not good enough? Was he just too boring and dull and you didn’t know how to tell him without hurting his feelings? What was wrong with him?

But he was an adult now, he could handle rejection.

The thing is, you weren’t rejecting him.

You baked him cookies, dropping them off in his office while he was out, but they had your name on them and the most adorable little note, and Kirishima’s heart almost exploded. Plus, they tasted delicious.

He got a text from you one night, a cute picture of a spiky red dog and a “this reminded me of you... Sleep well! <3″ and he spent the rest of the night imagining your wedding.

You kept showing signs that you were interested, yet you wouldn’t even look at him in person. Kirishima concluded that you were just too shy.

That was okay. He realized that the more time he gave you, the more you opened up to him. Maybe in a few months, the two of you could go on a date or something!

In the meantime, the man liked to check up on you, make sure you were safe. He was invested in you now, subtly following you home some nights to make sure nobody looked at you wrong.

He broke into your apartment quite often, but it was entirely justifiable! He wasn’t being a creep (okay, well, maybe just a little), he was just being a good friend, a good coworker. He had to make sure everything was safe, that no one could get in (other than him), that you hadn’t left a candle burning or the stove going.

You slept like a rock, staying asleep even when Kirishima accidentally knocked a cup off your counter and broke it. To his surprise, there was no awakening, no screaming, yelling for him to get out or that he was a weirdo. Just you, snoring in your bed, a tiny bit of drool at the side of your mouth.

It was such a domestic scene, it warmed Kiri’s heart.

Sometimes the man liked to slip into bed beside you, frame creaking under his weight. It was a tight squeeze-he was a large man and your bed was made for one (1) person, but Kirishima didn’t mind. It just meant he got to press close to you, feel the warmth of your smaller body, hear your quite little huffs and snores and mumbles as you slept.

He let himself relax, sink into the mattress. The next time he crawled into your bed, he let himself wrap an arm around you. The time after that, Kirishima felt brave enough to scooch under the covers, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he found that your pajamas consisted of a giant shirt and panties.

Bare legs.

Glad that he wasn’t a teenager anymore, he didn’t have to worry about cumming in his pants. Still, he found himself leaving your apartment with a chubbed-up cock more often than not.

You were just so soft. He wanted to touch all of you, to lick all over and get your plush flesh in-between his teeth. He wanted to bite into your shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress, pumping you with load after load of cum, until your stomach was swollen and you cried because you felt sick.

But Kirishima also wanted to hold you close, take showers together and wash your hair for you, make coffee in the morning and talk about last night’s episode of “Chopped”. He wanted to give you sappy smooches before getting to work, make you laugh with goofy jokes and give you hugs, pick you up and twirl you around whenever he saw you after being apart, no matter if it were days or minutes.

The nasty, dirty thoughts warred with the soft, gentle ones. Sometimes they mixed, Kirishima daydreaming of sweet, romantic sex.

He just wanted you so bad.

One night, he’s crawled into bed with you like usual, rubbing a sock-clad foot over your bare legs, pressing chaste little kisses to the top of your head as he draws you into his arms. It was nigh impossible to wake you, so he felt no fear or apprehension in taking such bold actions.

Shuffling in your sleep, you throw a leg over his hip, snuggling deeper into the solid warmth that is his body. Kiri sighs, contented.

And then you start making noises.

Little huffs of breath, tiny whimpers, and when Kirishima looks down, your eyebrows are drawn up. You twitch against him, against the thick thigh that you had slung your leg over, and then repeat the motion.

You’re.... You’re having a wet dream.

Kirishima lets out a shaky breath, trying to focus so he doesn’t crush your arm with his excited grip. You’re rutting against him steadily now, dragging your damp cunt against his leg, sighing at the friction, lips parted.

His cock is rapidly hardening, and he wants to rub himself against your stomach, feel the cling of his shirt as he rucks it up with his rhythmic humping. But he doesn’t.

He’s a gentleman, he wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. You’re just having an unconscious reaction to a man being in your bed. Maybe further down the road, when he’s taken you on many romance-filled dates, then he can lay you down and whisper into your ear how much he loves you while the two of you make love.

The man is so taken with that fantasy that he almost misses the gentle gasp of a name falling from your lips.

But he didn’t, because it was his name.

A shiver ran through him; excitement? fear of you waking up? He didn’t know. When he checked your face, you were still asleep, letting out those little whimpers and moaning his name quietly.

God was real.

God was real, and he had made angels, and you were one of them.

And lord forgive him, because Kirishima was about to sin.

How could he hold himself back? You were humping his leg, moaning his name and panting, in your sleep. You wanted him, you were just too shy to initiate or accept Kiri’s advances.

Theres no way he’s holding himself back.

Covers are thrown off, Kirishima quickly detaching from you (oh how he missed your warmth immediately) to shuck off his clothes, almost falling on his face as he ripped off his socks.

Then he’s looming over you, quickly pulling up your shirt, lifting your head gently, guiding your arms out. Your panties came off next, slid down your legs with shaky, excited hands.

Kirishima wanted to worship you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, laid there on the bed, whining in your sleep for him, thighs rubbing together. He felt himself salivating, jaw itching to open and clamp down, to eat you whole. He wanted all of you.

Climbing back on the bed, Kiri pumped his cock a few times, precum flowing from the tip helping to smooth the way. He was going to fuck you now.

No preamble, the man just spread your legs, settling between them. A quick rub of your pussy with his fingers had him finding it already drenched, and he groaned quietly, the hand around his cock moving faster.

He shifted back slightly, only far enough to lift your legs, pressing your thighs up and back towards your chest. Your breathing changed slightly, but Kirishima wasn’t paying attention to that now. He didn’t care if you woke up now, you had just been dreaming about him. He was your wet dream come true, you’d surely appreciate how good he was about to make you feel.

Lining up was a bit more difficult than Kirishima was used to - he’d never been this excited to fuck someone in his life, hands trembling, heart beating out of his chest, sweat slicking his skin. But then the tip of his fat cock slipped inside, stretching you open, and all was right in the world for Kirishima.

He wanted to slam home, to push and push until he was balls deep and his tip was kissing your cervix. But he held himself back - he hadn’t stretched you, and he didn’t like the idea of hurting you in that way, he wanted your first time with him to feel good.

So he went slow, pushing inside an inch, waiting. Pushing another inch, then waiting. Waiting waiting waiting, he almost couldn’t rein in his desires. But he did, for you.

“Kiri?” You mumbled, eyes fluttering open. Kirishima wasn’t expecting you to speak so clearly, hips jumping forward, seating himself the rest of the way inside your heavenly warmth as the man swore.

“Kiri?” Clearer now, with a hint of panic. Kirishima looked up, and you were fully awake now, looking at the man with wide eyes.

“Hey baby.” He whispered, smiling gently. Your hands rose, one resting against his bicep, the other settling on his chest, and he shivered at your touch, at the feel of your tiny little hands on his flesh.

“What’s-? When did you....?” It was so cute, the confused scrunch of your face. You were still fighting the mist of sleep, blinking owlishly up at the man on top of you. Fear hadn’t kicked in, although it was simmering underneath the surface.

“Hey, shhh. Don’t worry, I’m here. Gonna make you feel the best, you’re my pretty little girl, know that? I’ve been waiting so long for you.” He whispered, swooping down for a gentle kiss.

You didn’t fight him, just accepted the lips pressing against yours with confusion. It probably felt like you were still in a dream, hazy and relaxed.

Kirishima couldn’t wait anymore, his cock was throbbing, your insides were molten and he felt like he was going to explode. He wanted, no, needed to move.

His first thrust was small, just a quick schlick out, and the same noise when he pushed back in. You were sopping wet, and the slide made it easy for him to move. Even more proof that you wanted this.

You gasped, eyes fluttering closed as you pulled away from the kiss. Kiri huffed out a joyful, breathless laugh as he thrusted again, sparks of pleasure lighting up in his gut.

“Mm, Kiri wait-” You moaned, nails digging into his bicep and chest. Kirishima ignored you, speeding up, trying to angle his hips to find your sweet spot. One of his hands held your hip, the other brushing your hair out of your eyes as he cooed at you. “Pretty baby, my beautiful girl. You’re making me feel amazing, love you so much. Feeling good? I can feel you trying to milk my cock. You want my cum?”

Dazed, assaulted by so many sensations straight out of sleep, you couldn’t exactly grasp what was going on. But Kirishima’s question snapped you fully awake, and you squirmed against his body. “No, no, don’t do that.” You mumbled.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I’m gonna pump you nice and full, you’ll feel all warm and round. Look so cute like this.” He grunted, going harder and harder with his hips.

Then he angled just right, striking your sweet spot, and you cried out in pleasure, bucking your hips involuntarily. “Mm, there we go. Feels good, doesn’t it honey?”

It was a rhetorical question - you were too busy writhing on Kirishima’s cock to answer, one of his hands pressing flat over your stomach to feel the subtle bulge of his cock as he fucked into your guts.

“Oh Kiri! Wait, I’m not-! Wait!” You whimpered, steadily reaching your orgasm. You didn’t want to cum, you needed to slow down and gather your wits, figure out what was happening and why Kirishima was here and when this had started and-

Kiri pulled out, quickly manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. He was so strong, it was easy for him to flip you onto your stomach, pulling you to your hands and knees.

“Gonna fuck you full. You’re gonna take all of my cum, gonna get bred like a good girl, my good girl.” His teeth were clenched as he slid back home, hissing as your wet heat welcomed him. You whined at the pleasurable sensation, unable to stop your hips from fucking back, trying to take more of his cock.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah, look at you. Knew you wanted this, wanted me. You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well. You like having my fat cock filling you up? Messing up your insides? Making you all wet and sloppy?”

His hand found its way to your clit, the area already wet from the copious amounts of slick and precum the two of you had produced. Kiri quickly began rubbing large circles over your button, thumb big and calloused and oh so good.

Kirishima’s other hand grabbed at your chest, attaching to your tit and pawing at you. He was quickly devolving into a feral man, animalistic in the way he fucked you, thrusts harsh and fast and too much but hitting you just right-

You cried out as you came, convulsing in the man’s arms at the strength of the orgasm he ripped from your body.

He didn’t take a second, spurred on by your orgams and the tightening of your cunt, and instinctively bit down on your shoulder, almost growling as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, fuck! Kiri ouch, fuck!” You yelped, his sharp teeth breaking skin.

The man paid you no heed, rabbiting his hips until he started to cum, his hot seed flowing into your pussy. His hips kept going, twitching as they slowed down until they stopped completely, both of you absolutely spent.

Nothing but the sounds of panting filled the air, and Kirishima finally unhooked his teeth from your shoulder, wincing at the stream of blood the started to roll down your back.

“Oh, baby m’sorry.” He mumbled, a bit drunk off the pleasure still coursing through his veins. You collapsed forward, his arms no longer holding you up.

Kirishima didn’t pull out as he laid down next to you, keeping your hips firmly cemented to his own so that none of his cum would escape, pulling you close to his body in the process. “Pretty baby, I love you. Thank you.”

It was just a dream, it had to be. You were left with no choice but to console yourself with that thought, unable (and unwilling) to think of any other possibilities.

A wet tongue lapped at your back, Kirishima licking up the blood from the wound he inflicted. “I’ll be more gentle next time, I can be good with my teeth, I promise.”

You ignored him, letting your exhausted self flicker between awake and asleep, confused, disoriented, overwhelmed.

What did he mean by “next time”?

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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Hey, can I have yandere!shinsou to insult the chubby!reader bcs she really made him angry to her by being rebellious so it ended up with she is getting fuck so hard by him 🥵💦

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, mind-control, jealousy

MISTAKES COME BEST WHEN SERVED IN THREES

She’d been bugging him all night.

They were hauled up in his dorm-room with homework, had been so for hours. And it wouldn't have been too bad, but she wouldn't shut up.

She laid on her stomach, elbows propped up beneath her, tits mushed perfectly into his mattress, looking like a comfortable pillow fo support, squeezed like two plump balloons in her top with the way she bounced on them. She always bounced as she spoke, so bubbly, voluptuous lips sucking on her pen in those breaks where she didn't have anything to say, looking like a cute little bunny with the chubs of her cheeks, her legs kicking in the air, ass wiggling like a puppy wagging its tail, as she babbled on and on and on about her stupid crush.

Disgusting. He’d lost count of how many times he’d rolled his eyes, sustained clicking his tongue in an exasperated fashion, now feeling the growing need to go puke his guts up.

“He’s got such pretty hair too, like... it’s fluffy, like a cat, like he has secrets hidden inside there or something...” He wanted to claw his eyes out, but he couldn't stop looking at her, those lips, that cheeky smile, her childish giggle. His ears bleeding, not wanting to hear another silly foolish detail about whomever the fuck had her so neatly tied around there finger. “I just want to run my hands through it, you know?” She fiddled with a lock of her own hair while she daydreamed, finger raking through the pretty shiny treads. “Tangle my fingers inside it and ride his face.” That’s when he snapped.

It took only a split second to process, perhaps because he’d imagined it so many times already. Her plush thighs hugging his face, hands grabbing the fat of her ass, setting the rhythm, not letting her go until he feels her dripping down his chin. “Who?” He sounded like an owl, looked like one too. Eyes intense as they stared at her place on his mattress.

Such audacity she had, talking up wet-dreams of someone else in his fucking bed.

Her brows knitted, looking at him, legs stopping to rub together in the air. “Hm?” She only hummed, but it was enough.

“What’s his name?” He repeated, and this time she had no choice but to answer.

Her features blanched, eyes pooling with void, enslaved, gorgeous, pupils blown large like a black lake, like ink ready to write all her secrets, to spill her guts for him.

“Shinso Hitoshi.”

The name dropped from her lips without hesitance, and despite the monotonous sound of it, despite lackluster at the absence of her substantial voice, her full-bodied brazen wild tone, it still managed to make his heart stop, stammer in his chest, before beating along like it usually does, like a skipping rock, picking up its pace, soon to be hammering like some war-drum, fueling war-paint through his system, spiked and frayed, making the thin hairs at the nape of his neck rise, his purple mane frizz with static.

Thoroughly put out, enough to lose his hold on her.

“Did you...” She shook from the shock, from the shackles. “Did you just-” Her palms pushed into her temple as her eyes scrutinized, pulling her knees to curl into a sitting position on the bed. “Use your quirk on me?”

Her frame had bled into a blurry view at the light of his bliss, his smile widened into a sneer as sharp as a knife, eyes refocusing at the sound of her voice breaking the otherwise pin-drop silence and galloping of his heart.

He scoffed at her pout, at the brimming, swirling vivid look of betrayal climbing in her eyes, almost drooling at the bashful blush that adorned her cheeks, having never seen her shy or humiliated before and finding an unparalleled sense of victory at the sight of it.

“What?” He shrugged, sly smile nudging further up on his face, smug and victorious, uncaring of whatever feeling he must have stirred with knowing how she actually felt plain and simple and outspoken, pulled right from her chest, still echoing on the walls, ringing in his mind, dripping from his teeth. He could almost laugh. “Not the guy you thought I was?”

“This isn't funny, Toshi.” Believe him, he didn't think so either. “I trusted you.”

“Your first mistake.” His lilac eyes shone with such sinister glee, such carnal sadistic pleasure, she felt it like a claw on her throat. “Liking me is your second.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Her voice strained, caught between being vicious to teary-wet. He could only imagine, like he’d done so many sleepless nights already, the catlike whimpers and whines she’d spill once he did like she suggested earlier.

She pushed herself off his bed with a bounce and huff and a sweet little sniffle, walking past where he still sat seated on the chair by his desk, hand drumming lean knuckled fingers on the table. “Leaving so soon, Kitten?” He didn't bother getting up. He didn't need to.

“Fuck- you.” She mumbled, her voice already a croak of suppressed cries, her heart aching in her chest as she walked to the door.

The smile cracked even farther, more salacious, more enjoyed, gorged and savored. “Fuck me? Heh, that’ll be your third...” He scoffed, laugh lacing his mocking words. “Stop.” Was all he needed to say to turn all her nerves against her and bend them to do his bidding. “Come here.”

His hand still drummed on the table, not having bothered turning around as he heard her approach him again. Perfectly timed steps, one after the other, mechanical almost, until she stood, plain and simple, without resistance, between his legs, all up for grabs. His fingers stopped drumming.

Then there was silence again. But she would say the smirk on his face was loud, and so was the glint in those lavender orbs, warm in her head, in her cheeks, hot and heavy with how he eyed her, up and down. Hotter as those arms, lined with the muscles of a man, straining veins and fresh bruises from his training, reaching out scarred hands to touch her ample hips, pulling her closer, tighter between his thighs. Fingers, strangely confident and lax, unbothered and unhurried, soon fiddling with the clasp that kept her short school skirt together at the waist, pinching what pliable flesh he found as he explored. Other hand ascending with the same grace, working slowly as he twisted the buttons to her shirt open, popping one after the other, face buried and pushed into the welcoming warm embrace of her breasts with a heavy sigh, lips dragging up and down the valley of them, nose rubbing and cuddling into her skin, teeth soon gracing alongside his tongue licking at her. Her shirt and skirt falling to the floor, pooling around her ankles, meanwhile his hand moved to the back to pinch loose the clasp of her bra, where the other hand had made itself busy feeling up the thickness of her ass like putty between his greedy fingers.

“On the bed.” He growled, face still mushed into her skin, all clothes except her precious cotton panties left in a pile by the desk.

And off she went, Shinso getting up and out of his chair to trail after her, towering over her short frame, looking down at the back of her head and how it seemed to bob up and down as she walked, hips swaying like a feline from side to side as she stalked, until she turned on her heel and plopped down with a bounce. Always so bouncy. So plump and full of life. Juicy like a peach.

He got down on his knees quickly, hands reached out to grab her knees, prying them apart carefully, opening up for a view of soft plush doughy flesh and the valley that made her panties look like a heart just beneath her tummy, all for him to bite into. He groaned, hands curled as they raked down from grabbing at her ass, until they hooked under her knees, pushing her up and down on her back, tits bouncing from the fall, his other hand giving them the attention they deserve, kneading one breasts in his palm, fingers going from tweaking the nib to pulling at it like picking up a water-balloon by the tail, managing to wake her.

“Get off!” She gasped, whined at the harsh touch, hands coming to push at his hard abs. But he wasn't budging, hands easily and softly finding her wrists to keep them from flailing, his dark chuckle stirring that something deep within her gut.

“Get off?” He repeated, questioningly, a slight snicker playing in his tone. “What?” It was clear he was amused, that he had no regrets and no intentions of backing down. “You don't like it when I touch you?” He pushed her down, drowned her in the sheets, hiked his knee up on the bed to earn leverage and height, like a tower toppling over, pushing her wrists into the mattress, head dipping to kiss at her collarbone, nose sliding up her neck as she shook her head in slight protest were any verbal answers were sure to be taken advantage of. “Well-” He scoffed. “That’s a lie.” His words whispered at her ear, as he smoothly hooked his foot under her leg to push them open, knee fitting snugly between the tight space of her thighs, hiking her up over the tops of his own, fitting between her. “We both know you’ll love it when I touch you, Kitten.”

He bit her earlobe with another snicker, kissed her cheek chastely, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he dunked in for one hungry sloppy kiss, loving her adorable girlish squeals beneath him, how her hands had stopped struggling, a tinge of rose blushing her cheeks once he pulled up for air.

“There’s no need to be shy.” Pupils blown, his eyes had never seemed darker. “You belong to me.” He kissed down her neck, bit at her skin. “Every single inch of you.” His hands relieving their post, leaving two smaller hands to stay where they’d been placed. “These tits.” Lips kissing the bud of her breast, teeth rolling it on his tongue. Rough fingers grabbing like claws into the cake of her thighs again, spreading them further apart. “These thighs.” He growled, hands cupping her ass to rut his bulge into her thinly clothed sex, lips crashing onto her once again, even as she yelped against him. “This ass.” He groaned, rocking into her. “All of you. Every single curve.” He purred. “There won’t be an ounce of your being left untouched, unlicked, un-fucked once I’m done.”

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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Summer Sex

Heyo! I'm proud to give you my first ever fic challenge piece! This is a part of the Summer Feeling Challenge that @helladirections put together. I've read a few of the pieces already posted and they're all wonderful so if you haven't already, please go read them! Without further ado, here's my take on Surfer!Harry :)

Warnings: Smut if you couldn't tell by the title lol

There's nothing like a California summer. Sunny days that seem to stretch on for more than daylight is supposed to. Warm pavement and salty seawater that (for the most part) cover up the smoggy stench of the city, replacing it with an aroma straight out of a Yankee candle. Sure the sunburns and odd tan lines and rouge beach sand aren't the best but they're integral the charm of summertime. The only thing hotter, sweeter, funner, and brighter than Summer would have to be Harry. Y/n has known Harry for years. They grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same beach view high school, took the same advanced classes, and have a lot of the same hobbies. In fact, they're so alike and so in-sync, no one was surprised when sophomore year Harry asked her homecoming. One school dance turned into plenty of dates, movie nights, partner projects, study sessions, and almost 8 years later they're still inseparable.

Even when Harry, whose favorite thing in the world (besides y/n), is out surfing, she tags along. She's not big on the sport. Her balance is awful and she hates how tight the rash guard suits are, but Harry could spend every waking moment in the water. And she loves the beach. That's why they'd bought their apartment as close to Venice as possible.

That's also why she's still sat on an avocado printed beach towel, skin soaking up the rays of the sun, and veins burning with longing every time Harry pulls himself up onto his board.

He's wearing tiny little boarding shorts, the fabric so small it does nothing to hide the tattoos on his thick thighs, dotted in saltwater. They cling to him, highlighting the bulge that he for some reason loves to torture her with by showing off, as well as the curve of his bum. Yeah, of course her boyfriend, bulging muscles and dark tattoos, dripping wet is going to drive her wild. Wet Harry, even wetter y/n, right?

She doesn't even know how she's managed to leave him be for the past three hours because her stomach is steadily growing warmer and she's subconsciously squeezing her thighs together now. All it takes to push her over the edge is Harry easily riding a foaming wave out, catching her eye and smiling. He raises his hand in a tiny wave before using it to push a loose curl off his forehead. Y/n rises to her feet, tossing her sunglasses under the beach umbrella and marching towards the water.

Harry's standing on the edge of the water now, right where the sand grows damp, and he's bent over to unstrap his board from his ankle. Y/n admires the planes and dips of his back, loving how his broad shoulders curve down into his unfairly slim waist before pushing back out to give him cute hip chub. By the time her feet reach him she thinks she's about to cry from how pretty he is and how much she loves him.

"Hiya sweetheart," Harry greets once he's finally straightened out, board laying forgotten in the sand. His warm hands, still wet and a bit pruned from the ocean, cup the small of her back. She steps closer to him, slinging her own arms around his shoulders and pressing their flush skin together. "Gonna come for a dip with me?"

Y/n nods but not before digging her toes into the sand and reaching up to smear her hot lips against his cool ones. Harry responds with a soft moan, his hold on her tightening as she dips her tongue into his mouth teasingly. Obviously picking up on her neediness, because he's no stranger to her jumping his bones after she's seen him on his board for too long, he slowly guides her backwards into the water. His toes dip into the cool water first, travelling up and up until the waves are lulling against his broad chest.

"Harry," she whimpers softly, tip-toeing to maintain enough height to keep kissing Harry. Smirking but deciding not to tease her, Harry moves his hands to the back of her soft thighs and tugs her up around his hips. The grateful smile that spreads across her face is breathtaking, especially paired with the dark lust in her eyes. Harry cock twitches in his swim shorts, chills running up his spine when y/n wiggles against his crotch.

"I've got ya baby," he promises, his accent thicker and deeper with his own arousal. Pressing a wet kiss to her cheek, Harry glances around the afternoon beach. Most have cleared out despite the sun starting to set in brilliant shades of orange and pink. There's a couple people lingering but none close enough to figure out that Harry and her wouldn't just be enjoying a romantic sunset together. Lips curling up, Harry smooches another kiss to her jawbone. "Gonna let me have ya? Right here in the water baby?"

Planting hot kisses of her own across his damp neck, y/n nods feverishly. "Yes Harry, please...."

Her pleading has him groaning, dropping one hand between their bodies to untie his shorts and release his throbbing cock into the water. Maybe it's because they're outside, or maybe it's because he's a sucker for his girl getting whiny, but Harry can't fight back the moan of relief that spills from his lips when the cool water meets the flush skin of his member. Y/n's hold on his shoulders tighten when he swiftly tugs her swimsuit bottoms to the side, the head of him already pressing into her folds.

The pads of her fingers sting against his skin, a painful hiss leaving his mouth but his hips jut forward enough to fully sink into her. "Fuck me," Harry groans but he's not sure if it's a result of how warm and wet she is or if it's the tingles that ran through him when she gripped him tighter.

"Harry I think you're sunburned babe." Y/n mutters through pants, eyelids fluttering at the feeling of Harry deep in her stomach. Even with the mind numbing pleasure he gives from simply pushing into her she worriedly peeks over his shoulder. Sure enough the skin on his shoulders and upper chest are a bright red and burning up, sizzling with the sun he soaked up today.

Harry knows she's right, he can feel how tight and sore his body already is but he's not going to let that stop him from fucking the love of his life in his favorite spot on Earth. "S'ok," he grunts, hips pulling back before fucking into her. "take care of me later. S'bout you right now."

She goes soft in his hold, resting her head in the crook of his neck and pressing hot kisses to his skin. Every thrust he gives is met with her mouth, licking or biting the saltwater off of him, marking him. Harry's brain spins in his head, overwhelmed by the waves swaying them, sometimes clashing with his harsh thrusts, and there's something about having her completely at his mercy with the orange sky casting her in gold. Even when he squeezes his eyes shut the sun warms the back of them, adding to the heat pooling in his stomach.

"Tell me you're close sweetheart?" Harry begs in her ear, nose scrunching when his cock twitches in warning of his upcoming orgasm. Before y/n can even answer, his thumb is finding her clit, rubbing strong circles into the sensitive nerves. Her moan is muffled into his skin, tightening the coil in his belly, and y/n shallowly rocks her hips to meet his.

The water moves around them, a seagull calls above them, and the sun sinks lower on the horizon. Harry clutches y/n to him tighter, rocking quick but bone rattling thrusts into her. She claws at his back, thighs shaking around his hips as her velvet walls pulse around him. Harry's eyes remain on the sun in front of him, half lidded as he fucks her through her high, panting harsh puffs into her damp hair. She attaches her mouth to that one soft spot under his ear, pushing him over the edge just as the sun hits the waterline.

It's the second most beautiful sight he's ever had in front of him when coming and he wishes that he made y/n pull her face out of his neck so he could've seen the pleasure twist her features while the sun met the water behind her. Next time, he tells himself, soaking up y/n stroking through his hair and kissing his shoulder while he comes back down.

God he loves the summer. The warmth, the joy, the feeling of complete and utter bliss. Pair that with making love to his beautiful girl and he's the happiest man in the planet. He's a simple man really, because that's all he needs; Summer and sex.

Lucky for him, his girl loves the two just as much.

She wakes up the next morning with her cheek hot against Harry's bare shoulder blade, a leg slung over both of his, and her arm resting in the curve right above his bum. Harry's still sleeping soundly, little snores muffled into the pillow he's hidden his face in, though she's not sure how he's not awake and whining yet. By the warmth radiating off of him and how pink his usually tan skin is, y/n knows the sunburn on his back cannot be comfortable. Especially not with her sprawled out on his back like a koala.

"Harry," she gently rouses, pushing herself up onto her elbow and stroking through the mess of curls on his head. "wake up for me baby."

He groans in response but unable to deny her anything, he turns his head to face her. He's got that famous wrinkle between his eyebrows, pink lips dropped into a pout, and even the apples of his cheeks are pinker than usual. Cupping the side of his face, she brushes her thumb over his closed eyelid. "Just for a moment Harry, let me take care of you and then we'll get back in bed."

For a moment she thinks Harry might be too exhausted to even be listening and she's contemplating just getting up and rubbing lotion into his skin while he sleeps, but then his lips twitch and the eye not mushed into the pillow flutters open. "Can we have sex again?"

Y/n giggles, pushing his hair out of his eyes and nodding. "Anything to make you feel better."

Harry's chapped lips break into a boyish smile. "Nothing better than summer sex baby."

Rolling her eyes, y/n pushes herself up from the mattress and into the master bathroom, grabbing the lotion off the counter. Harry's still sprawled out on his stomach when she comes back to the room, but he's brought her pillow to his chest. Perching herself over his thick thighs, she peels the sheet down until the top of his naked bum peeks out. She can't help but admire him for a moment, dragging her fingers up the dip of his spine before dropping them back down, lightly prodding at his left butt cheeks until he's giggling and grumbling for her to "get on with it!"

Smiling to herself, she squeezes the cool lotion onto his shoulders, rubbing it into the reddest areas on him with soft fingers. Harry shifts under her, moaning lowly, and she doesn't know if he's managed to get hard (most likely) or if she's hurting him.

"Alright love?"

Harry nods, turning to look over his shoulder and meeting her gaze. He still looks sleepy but his eyes are dark and blown, confirming that he's eager to get his dick wet. Giggling but feeling her own arousal pool in her stomach, y/n massages her hands down his back until she's poking at his butt again. Harry shoves her off, making her collapse onto her side of the bed with a squeal and a laugh. By the time she's righted herself, he's flipped onto his back and kicked the sheets off of his legs.

Tan skin, legs that seem to go on for miles, and a cock that does as well, y/n flops face first into the pillows with a groan. Harry's deep chuckle and his hand on her hip coax her out, meeting his amused gaze with a sheepish smile.

"That sexy, huh?"

If he weren't sunburned, she'd smack a good one to his chest. Scoffing, she resumes her place on his thighs, covering the tiger tattoo with her own skin. His California one remains visible, dark on the pale meat of his thigh that's remained untouched by the sun. Trailing her eyes over his hard cock and the patch of hair splattered up to his belly button, over the dips of his ribs and stomach, finally settling on his lust blown eyes. "Touch me." He requests softly, not tearing his eyes away from her. His lips curl up, amused when instead of reaching for his cock like he'd implied, she reaches for the lotion and rubs it into his chest.

"Mmm, tease." He murmurs, a full smile stretching his lips when she winks and replies, "Just taking care of you. It's your turn, isn't it?" He says nothing else, placing his palms on her exposed thighs and stroking his thumbs over her fuzzy skin. He watches her tenderly, lips still pulled into a tiny grin that does nothing to shield how utterly happy and in love he is. It radiates off of him, paired with the rays of morning sun that shine through the bedroom curtains. It washes over them, a soft glow on the bed that perfectly encapsulates them. Happy. Warm. Bright. Loving.

Harry's hips aren't burnt but she takes the time to massage the muscles that are undoubtedly sore from his workout on the board yesterday and she makes a mental note to do the same to his legs later. A gentle hum flows the room, Harry's eyes fluttering shut as he follows the tune of a song she's yet to recognize. He's doing it much too quietly for her to pick up the full beat of it but she lets him continue, enjoying the way he melts into the mattress under her hands.

Scratching a finger nail over the fern on his left hip, y/n eyes his cock with interest. He's still hard, even more so than when she started if the pre-cum leaking out of his ruddy tip is anything to go by. Her mouth waters at the sight of it, wanting to trail her tongue over the thick vein running up the belly of him. She wants to make him feel as good as she did yesterday evening, thank him for dealing with her sometimes uncontrollable need for him. Scooting further down his thighs, until she's mostly sat on the mattress between his parted knees, feet propped up on his calves, she grips his thighs and licks up the vein she had been drooling over. Harry's hands that had fallen to the fitted sheet when she moved, latch in her hair, and he cuts off his humming with a gasp. Harry's smirking again when she peers up through her eyelashes at him, gripping the base of him in her slick hand and closing her mouth over the head of him. His chest jolts at the feeling but he keeps the same smitten look on her. She lets her eyes flutter shut, focusing on making him feel good but even then she can feel the heat of his love-filled eyes burning into her. She loves this, loves him.

It's then, with her mouth full of his cock and her heart full for him, that she realizes she loves summer so much because Harry's the summertime. Welcoming, exciting, bright, beautiful, and loved by so many. Even during the winter months he brings her that indescribable summer feeling.

#summer feeling challenge #summer fic challenge #harry styles #fluff #smut #Surfer!Harry #fic challenge #Harry Styles smut #fanfiction #fanfic #one direction #harry styles au

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kathyprior4200 · 4 years

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Haven Hotel characters

Heaven’s Princess Coercia Egnam glanced down at her long list of meeting attendants and characters that she was about to address: (her handwritten notes included)

Princess Coerciona (2P Charlie) *Most important*

Phalla (2P Vaggie) *Hopeless romantic butterfly*

Devil Grit (2P Angel Dust) *Serious stiff spider*

Stalaro the Techno Angel (2P Alastor the Radio Demon) *Sob story sissy*

Klutzy (2P Niffty) *Lazy maid*

Core (2P Husk) *Hyper fool*

Cherubs Pub and Chub (2P Razzle and Dazzle) *My loyal guards*

Lucius (2P Lucifer) *Dad*

Lilian (2P Lilith) *Mom*

Sivart (2P Travis) *Some guy*

Sir Anguis (2P Sir Pentious) *Stuttering scaredy-snake toy maker*

Berri Blossom (2P Cherri Bomb) *Modest mundane dame*

Catie Carejoy (2P Katie Killjoy) *Soft bitch*

Ron Wrench (2P Tom Trench) *WW1 news guy*

Baker the puffer fish (2P Baxter the anglerfish) *Mad scientist fishy fish*

Jazzy (2P Mimzy) *Chubby singer lady*

Joygrand the Heaven-cat (2P Crymini the deviant hellhound) *Who the fuck are you?*

Raa the Koala angel (2P Roo the kangaroo trash Aussie demon) *Who the fuck are you?*

Iris (2P Rosie) *Day of the Dead Barbie*

Valentine (2P Valentino) *Blueberry pimp wimp*

Nil (2P Vox) *TV guy*

Ashen (2P Velvet) *Harley Doll angel*

Nestlings (2P Egg Bois) *Meh*

Nathan (2P Seviathan) *Old friend*

Elsa (2P Helsa) *Meh*

Beth (2P Bethasa) *Meh*

Fred (2P Fredrick) *Meh*

Holly (2p Molly) *Devil Grit’s spider sister*

Ragno (2P Arackniss) *Devil Grit’s spider brother*

Henry (2P Henroin) *Devil Grit’s father*

Alliv the blue tough tabby cat (2P Villa pink girly poodle) *Don’t even fucking know*

Thin Tenders (2P Fat Nuggets) *Potential snack*

Archangels (2P Archdemons)

Anti-Exorcists: White demon beings who convert angels into demons each year. Great source of entertainment.

E.L.F. (2P I.M.P.) not to be confused with C.H.E.R.U.B. the sheep love spreaders and revivers

D.E.V.I.L. (2P C.H.E.R.U.B.) murderers, hate-spreading black rams

Docile (2P Blitzo) *Some childish leader*

Tirred (2P Moxxie) *Serious one*

Timmid (2P Millie) *Wallflower*

Sunna (2P Loona) *High pussy*

Mia and Tia (2P Tilla and Barbie Wire) *Circus twins?*

Samael *Punishing BDSM angel*

Menadel (2P Stolas) *Swan prince, Quartet’s father*

Flora (2P Stella) *Quartet’s mother*

Quartet (2P Octavia) * Swan princess, bubbly teen*

Mayberry/Juneberry (2P Mrs. Mayberry) (Former Human)

Mary (2P Martha) (Former Human)

Ralph (2P Ralphie) (Former Human)

Ollie (2P Eddie) *Brat kid*

Bio Wizz (2P Robo Fizz) *Circus conspiracy?*

Kiva (2P Verosika Mayday) *Zealot*

Woo-Hoo Land Mascot (2P Loo-Loo Land Mascot) *What a creep*

(More to be added)

(2P Zoophobia characters)

More characters to be added

“Alright my subjects, tell me something,” Coceria began as she filed her sharp claws with a knife in a tall leather chair framed by black wrought iron. Her black spiky crown was on her head as usual. An angelic spear rested by the throne. Below her was a large crowd seated in comfortable chairs, many of them in shades of blue and green. “How the flying fuck am I supposed to remember all your names?! I bet half of you guys are insignificant background characters. And the majority of you haven’t even been featured in the show yet!”

“You mean the Hazbin Hotel show? About our counterparts?” asked Stalaro, holding up a white rose for Coercia. Soft classical music played from his blue microphone staff. The pansexual blue man was occasionally stealing glances at Devil Grit’s fluff.

“That’s irrelevant right now, you sad sack of stag shit!” Coercia yelled. Stalaro’s rose wilted in his hands and the music scratched to a stop. Tears were forming in his large blue eyes and his fluffy ear tuffs were drooping. “B-but I’m talking about my show: The Hazbin Ho…”

“Haven Hotel,” Phalla corrected.

“Right, Haven Hotel! And there’s also that spinoff show Helluva Boss.”

“Heavenly Boss,” Docile corrected her. The elf sat with his colleagues next to a flyer which read, “Efficient Lifesaving Fellows: We revive and keep mortals alive! Sign up today, 33% off.”

“Whatever,”Coercia brushed them aside. “Anyway, normally I wouldn’t care much about you guys, but now that I have formed the Haven Hotel, Phalla figured it should be a good time for us to introduce ourselves. Or more precisely, me to talk to you all.”

“A practical first start,” Devil Grit mentioned with a nod. He was a dark gray faced spider with small green dots below his eyes. His suit was black with green stripes, along with a green bow tie. “Just make sure that everyone stays at least six feet away from me. Social distancing is a safe standard, and necessary precaution.”

“I do love making new friends!” Phalla smiled, fluffing her long black hair with teal ends. A glowing green X was over her right eye and a teal bow was perched don her head. “Don’t you, Klutzy?”

The small blue cyclops angel narrowed her large eye. “Friends. Oh joy.”

“I must say, Coerce dear,” said Lucius. “I don’t really approve of your hotel and your idea. If the council finds out about your attempt to promote rule-breaking activities…”

“Banishment to Hell? Or to my room?” Coercia asked, hands on her hips. “Not the end of the world. And my name is Princess Coerciona. I prefer my full title.”

Core, the friendly white cat, rolled his eyes. He shuffled a few cards in his furry paws. “She’s no fun.”

“I heard that, cat!” she called, making him flinch back a bit.

“We raised you better than this,” Lilian added.

“Oh really?” The black haired princess stood up and turned toward her mother. “You’d rather I be some bubbly musical loving princess who wants to spread “joy and redemption” far across the land? Ha! No. A true ruler commands fear and respect in their subjects. I’m sure Hell’s king Lucifer would agree.”

Pub and Chub, the naked flying babies grinned in agreement while fine tuning black electric guitars in the background.

“We do not mention that name,” Lucius began but Coercia was ignoring them again.

“Lucifer may be a traitor to Him but at least he had guts. If His teachings weren’t so flawed, I’d still be promoting them wholeheartedly. As for my position…maybe another princess may someday take my place, but that’s not gonna happen if I manage to be princess of both realms. But now I’m here, in this lovely, shiny…fake excuse of a paradise with wackos like you. Still, someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

Phalla giggled while Core pat a sobbing Stalaro on his blue back. He wiped his face as his monocle glinted in the sunlight under his left eye.

“Your uncle Metatron wouldn’t approve of your attitude,” Lucius added.

“He wouldn’t even notice, considering he’s too engrossed in his record-keeping,” countered Coercia.

Nearby on another part of the stage, the ocean-like angels Elsa and Nathan whispered to each other.

“I don’t understand it,” Nathan said. “Here I was, promoting goodness for everyone, but Coercia laughed at my ideas and pushed me around. And we even went to Heaven High school prom together.”

“Lucius wanted our two families united, so we could have a higher standing,” Elsa added. “You dating the princess would’ve helped. But sadly she broke up with you and now here we are, envious.”

“Don’t remind me,” Nathan sighed. “It’s not like I was the one abusing her and mocking her ideas. At least she didn’t run off with a sinner girlfriend to further tarnish her family reputation. Ugh…restraining societal standards affect us even here.”

“Or maybe…she’s not much of a romantic person to begin with,” Elsa suggested.

“Not all aromantic and asexual people are cold-hearted,” Nathan said. “She’s just one bad apple.”

Coercia seethed at them, briefly letting out her black feathery wings and white spiked halo over her head. She spoke in a high-pitched angelic language before retreating back to her regular form.

“I hate it when she swears,” Elsa muttered.

Coercia turned to the crowd. “Alright, let’s begin.”

#2P 2PHazbinHotel HazbinHotel

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rookisaknight · 4 years

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Raf Tanager, meet Hope County

⤘⤘⤘There’s a new Deputy in Town⬽⬽⬽

So as a side benefit of getting into this fandom again with a brand new gender and a brand new vibe: a brand new deputy. Excited to introduce you all to my boy, they were developed for a joint Deputy au with @ophiebot (who will do this for their Deputy Elijah Rook if so inclined). Not exactly reinventing any wheels here, but this time its about the indulgence.

FYI, Molly is still extant, but her story I think has been explored in my brainspace as much as it needs to be.

➷The Basics

1. Give their full name, and describe them or post a picture! (Height, build, hair, eye, and skin color, etc.)

Rafael "Raf" Tanager (birth name REDACTED). 5'4", prone to chub but hardening up with the frequent exercise, solid build. Freckles on cheeks that darken as time goes on. Short hair kept red by some truly obsessive hairdye upkeep, which is harder than you might think. Hazel eyes. Burns and shrapnel scars around the eyes and mouth.

2. How old are they?

3. Sexuality and gender?

Bisexual, transmasc genderqueer. She/they/he but a preference for they/he when he doesnt trust the person using them.

➵Pre-Game

1. How did they end up at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department? How long have they worked there?

Raf grew up closer to Missoula, but he’s still a Montana native. They’ve been at this for around 8 months, pretty much right out of graduating college. Even they honestly aren’t sure how they ended up here, just the latest in a series of adrift jobs after graduating, taken primarily to avoid any potential financial dependence on their family. Probably would have resigned soon were it not for. Everything.

2. Relationship with Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse?

Pratt: Used to hate his guts. The teasing felt too much like flirting for their comfort and he was honestly kind of a bully. Now its trickier. He's pathetic in a way that’s hard for them to be around, as awful as that is, because it hits too close to home.

Hudson: Had a massive crush on her for most of their early days that pretty much went out the window post Eden’s Gate. They still try a little too hard to impress her though.

Whitehorse: Intellectually, they resent his passivity since it means a lot of Eden’s Gate ended up falling in their lap and he’s STILL insistent that maybe they should have left it alone when they’ve all had months to realize why that was a bad idea in the first place. Emotionally, well, they’re maybe a little in need of a father figure or two.

Elijah Rook: The former Rookie. They were quietly a little intimidated by him prior to all this and that’s never fully gone away, but they’ve now been able to witness more of his dorky side that makes it a little harder to take him seriously. You try chaperoning this guy from one end of Hope County and considering him at all frightening.

3. Do they have an education?

They have a MASTERS and its never relevant to anything because its a humanities degree, specifically the classics. Part of the reason they’re a little adrift currently, there was no easy dismount out of college. Just a hell of a lot of debt.

4. Where are they from? Did they speak a different language there?

Missoula, or close enough to it. They picked up some Latin and Greek from their degree. The Latin comes in handy more often than you’d think, what with the cult stuff, but the reading material is a real bummer.

5. Is there anyone outside the valley that might have come looking for them?

They’ve never had many friends in college and high school that could outlast physical proximity and they basically ghosted their family since that was easier than coming out to them at a certain point. So no, no one they want to find them is looking.

6. Did they have a religious background of any kind?

His father is a preacher, and while there’s some baggage there they would still describe themselves as broadly religious. Or at the very least superstitious.

➷Inside Hope County

1. What was going through their head when the helicopter went down and during the subsequent chase?

The crash was honestly the easiest part. That was just panic. The chase was the hard part. The helicopter exploding ended up catching them in the face, leaving them with burns and scarring that would remain for the rest of their life. She's lucky she wasn’t blinded. Still, he was forced to stumble out of the woods in intense pain and bleeding out. Had it not been for Elijah they definitely would have been taken then and there.

2. Were they afraid of Joseph and Eden’s Gate? Angry?

Terrified. Not just because of what they’ve done but because Raf knows intuitively that he's susceptible to it. As early as their first encounter they have a hard time breaking the hold Joseph gets on their mind. Even though they’re conscious of HOW they’re being manipulated, its hard to resist it.

3. Did they trust Dutch?

At that point Raf would’ve happily taken literally anyone who seemed to know what they’re doing and wasn’t holding a gun to his head.

4. How did they feel about their team being taken by the cult, did they count them as lost, did they want them back, did they not care?

Absolutely the nightmare scenario: people’s lives depending on them and their ability to be decisive. Had it not been for Elijah they probably would’ve high tailed it out of there and tried to find someone higher up the authority chain to deal with this mess. Still, just abandoning them all didn’t sit right with him either, and by the time they’d liberated Fall’s End even he had to admit he was there by his own choice.

5. How did they take to the idea of being part of, if not leading, the resistance?

Again, Raf doesn’t really do well with people depending on them. Alone. they probably would have found it a lot more miserable, but Elijah significantly helped lighten that load for them in terms of having a direction. They’ve found out they’re accidentally pretty good at working with a variety of people and can even be inspiring without meaning to. Still, in their ideal world they would’ve been left alone, or at least remained a foot soldier.

6. Which companions did they recruit, and who did they travel with the most?

All guns for hire were recruited, but Sharky and Nick were their go-to’s, Sharky for personal reasons and Nick for air support. Grace was usually the adult supervision when Nick couldn’t make it but. To be frank Raf's aim isn’t great and it drives Grace a little nuts on prolonged missions. She’s tried teaching them but it never really seems to stick.

7. Did they have time to find romance amidst the chaos? How did they do it?

Sharky. That relationship was a bit of a cold opener (and don’t bother, Sharky already beat you to that joke). After getting their face fucked up during the escape they’ve had a pretty healthy aversion to fire and explosives, making his recruitment a little harrowing. Still, Sharky's sweet in his way, makes them laugh and breathe a little easier when the pressure gets to them, and operates on a pretty similar brainwave. They’ve been joined at the hip since their first few months in Holland Valley. They’re both a little on the codependent side, but really, who are they to complain.

8. Feelings about Joseph?

Joseph taps into a lot of vulnerabilities inside of Raf intuitively. The absence of a strong support system, the loneliness, the fear, the directionlessness, the relationship with their own spirituality, it all provides him a unique entryway into their psyche that he is exactly the kind of person to exploit. As a result, he tends to fixate on them over Elijah, usually to their detriment. Still, that connection can sometimes go both ways, and there are things about Joseph that Raf understands which even his brothers never fully do.

9. Feelings about the other Seeds?

John: They have a unique capacity for antagonizing him. Probably because as an oldest child themselves they know exactly how to jab at the youngest child insecurities. Still, that relationship didn’t stem any deeper and he focused his energies a little more on Elijah. Still, they have him to thank for the Sloth scars on their arm, thanks for that. They’re starting to run out of unmarked skin.

Faith: Faith, meanwhile, was a little more directly focused on Raf, partly because her region was the first time they had to operate a little more on their own. For personal reasons, Elijah wasn’t particularly able to engage with the Bliss. Meaning if Burke was ever going to get saved Raf had to be the one to go in there, again and again. Faith, like Joseph, can tap a lot of that loneliness that Raf has, as well as some gender and sexuality stuff Joseph can’t touch. Suffice to say Sharky had a pretty good reason for being as overbearing as he was during those months, even though he was eventually able to do the job. As a side note, they haven’t had access to their ADHD meds for MONTHS and it doesn’t help when the cult drug is the first thing to make your head feel clear in a while.

Jacob: Jacob was utterly uninterested in Raf and the feeling was mostly mutual. He doesn’t really get him or what he’s about, just knows that the county would be better off when he was put down. Transition goals, though (don’t tell Staci they said that).

10. How did they handle having to kill animals and other humans? Had they done it before?

Animals yeah, you don’t live in Montana as long as they did without hunting occasionally. People....well. You can get used to it.

11. Which canon ending did they choose in-game, and would you have changed the ending at all?

Resist. I wouldn’t. Raf might.

➷Personal

1. Favorite weapon(s)?

They usually prefer to show up to spots early and lay traps, try to minimize the direct combat involvement. When it can’t be avoided though, their pistol isn’t ever far and neither is a hunting knife.

2. Stealth or firepower?

Stealth, one hundred percent. Sharky and Eli are here to do the firepower.

3. How did they spend their time, when not fighting peggies?

A lot of bad movies with the boyfriend and a LOT of poker, one of their more unknown talents. Resistance isn’t gonna fund itself.

4. Where did they live during the events of the game?

Wherever there was a bed they could fall into. Their little trailer they’d been living in prior to all this got absolutely decimated while they were healing up on Dutch’s island.

5. Any other facts you want to share about your Deputy!

He’s got almost supernatural luck to the point that a couple of their guns for hire have gotten superstitious about bringing him to certain events. Including fishing. The catch just always seems somehow a little better. Also he’s privately obsessed with the 1998 recording of Cats and is terrified of anyone finding out.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #far cry deputy #oc: raf tanager #oc: elijah rook #joseph seed #sharky boshaw #long post #far cry rook

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missroserose · 4 years

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Oh me oh my. Harringrove <3 Dialogue #49 and Kink #99 or #100. Easy peasy, right?

Totally easy! So easy, in fact, that I’m gonna write it about your idiots in maybe there is a beast. Hope you’ll forgive me taking liberties with the timeline of the party scene a bit. ;)

49. “Take off your shirt.”

99/100. Voyeurism

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“Oh hell yeah. Take off your shirt.”

Billy’s too drunk for this. Or maybe that’s the problem, maybe he’s not drunk enough—the slow soothing cradle-sway of the ground beneath him, the careful list of the room to the right isn’t enough to soften the blunt edges of seeing someone else seducing Lacey Fieldman right out from under him. He should march in there. Should claim her back, drag her by the hair if he has to—and he will. In a minute, when he’s finished his whiskey and can be bothered to give a shit. For the moment, he slumps against the side of the doorframe, watching with half-interest, mostly-empty bottle dangling from his fingers.

It’s not even a private space. It’s probably an office during the daytime, Billy figures, and not one that gets used often—wood paneling, big desk in one corner, beanbag chairs and shag carpet that’re at least a decade old. The lights are out, now, the room barely lit; a few couples are making out here and there, on the beanbags, in the corners. There’s a big oversize chair, the kind that low-grade execs buy for their homes to make them feel better about not having gotten the corner office yet. It’s canted away from the door slightly, but whoever’s in it has Lacey between his knees, smiling up at him in clear delight. She raises up on her knees and strips off her shirt, perky little tits silhouetted soft against the lava lamp glowing on the desk.

“Have you missed me?” Her words are soft, curled at the ends, sultry and beckoning in that way Billy wonders how the more experienced girls manage.

“Every day,” the guy murmurs, smooth as silk. He’s not drunk—his diction’s too clear for that—but the words are a little rough around the edges. His fingers reach out, caress the side of her face, trace down, down, curving around her breast. A thumb brushes her nipple, and Billy watches her eyes close, sees her shiver. “Missed these too.”

Her eyes open again and she smiles, wicked, gaze flicking up in challenge. “I’ve learned a bit since eighth grade. Bet I can make you forget all about that stuck-up bitch.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” comes the response, and something in Billy’s head is ticking away, some connection his brain’s not quite making—a neuron firing sparks that aren’t quite hitting their target—he wonders for a moment if the sparks are visible, a live power line downed and writhing on the ground—

When his attention turns back to the sordid little tableau, it’s too late—Lacey’s already got the guy’s cock out, is taking him down with the kind of confidence and finesse that you usually only see in porn. Hell, it practically is porn, the little moans she’s making, the way her mouth stretches—the guy’s not small—the way his fingers tangle in her hair, confident, making Billy’s scalp tingle in sympathy. He takes a sip of the whiskey—no sense interrupting things now, when they’re just getting good. It’s just foreplay, really—he’ll find her afterward, show her an even better time. He can feel himself chubbing up a little, watching, thinking about after, thinking how grateful she’ll be when he’s gone down on her a while, when he’s given her the kind of good and thorough pounding this kind of guy’s too big a pussy for—she’s got a hand around him now, bobs her head with panache. The guy makes an appreciative sound—she raises her eyes up, almost expectant, and he gently guides her down, up, down, until he’s leaning forward, rolling his hips, half-fucking her face, hair draping down in the low light—

—the hair—

Billy almost chokes on his whiskey. It’s fucking Harrington. Steve Harrington, with his cock in Lacey Fieldman’s mouth—

Steve’s watching him. Catches sight of him in the doorway, holds his gaze; even in the dark, the intensity of that look pins him there, a frog stuck to a specimen board, ready to be dissected—

Then, slowly—Steve smiles. “Fuck yeah, just like that,” he murmurs, but his eyes don’t move from Billy’s, and Billy realizes his lips have parted—can feel the blank expression on his face—the heat that he only hopes the darkness is hiding—

Billy lifts the bottle, downs the rest of the contents. Bares his teeth at Harrington—half-wild-grimace, half-domincance-challenge. Turns around on his heel. Walks away, each step careful and intentional as the ground shifts beneath him. Goes to the kitchen, finds a half a bottle of vodka on the counter. Cracks it open.

He’s definitely not drunk enough for this.

#harringrove #maybe there is a beast #harringroveheart #my writing #lemon #distraction day prompts

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softsweetsuffering · 3 years

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OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

#OC List #ocs #god this took forever #B's Ocs #my list #oc list new #fuck me ; ;#im not gonna tag all of them.. its not worth it..#thanks for the reminder anon

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jawllines · 6 years

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LIVVY ARE YOU POSTING ROLLER RINK HARRY ON HERE OR JUST PATREON?

HERE TOO :D

HERE IS THE ROLLER RINK HARRY BLURB

“Would you read your writing to me?”

The question had slipped out without much of Y/N’s say. Sure, she’d been thinking it ever since she’d found out Harry wrote in the first place but had she ever thought to actually ask him to? No; she’d always believed that that part of him he should be able to keep to himself, without her budging her nosy head in any further than she had when she’d found out he was a writer in the first place. It was, in a way, to make up for the guilt she had felt for forcing the secret out of him rather than letting it unfold in its own time, and while it did end up working in both of their favors for blossoming a beautiful relationship, she didn’t feel any less bad about it.

But god, was she just curious. At night when she lay beside him, mindlessly fiddling on her phone as she heard either the scrawl of his pen against the thick paper of his leather-bound journal, or the click of his keyboard as he develops his ideas into full-fledged stories. Sometimes he’d tell her the general premises of it, or ask for her idea on something but that’s the most they really touch on it. So it left her with nothing but wonder and her imagination on what he could be writing about. Did he write with himself in mind? Had he experienced some of the more outlandish things that he wrote about first hand or did he just do really good research? She knows he prefers firsthand stuff -- it’s why he’d eaten her out that first time, all that while ago -- but sometimes trying it firsthand isn’t possible. For example, he’d asked her opinion on being fucked up against an office window where if someone looked up from the city they could see what was happening and Y/N had told him that the thought was tantalizing and a little nerve-wracking (“I’d be scared that the window was gonna fall through”). Neither of them had an office job or access to one so they couldn’t exactly test it out.

There were other things though, that her and Harry would do and she wondered if it was more so inspired by what he was writing or did the inspiring. Like the time he’d suddenly introduced a very intense vibrator, with a blush on his cheeks that extended to his neck, pinkening him right up as he told her he’d gotten it for them to try because he’d, “Heard it would feel nice for her and him.” She’d been so mushy and fond of the thought of Harry in a sex shop, or even scrolling through all of it online and picking one out. No matter how many times they have sex or she’s reminded he writes smut, he’s always the sweetest, purest little plum in her eyes that things like that make her giggly and warm. She wonders if he wrote about the night they used it -- about the way her thighs had tried to crush him when he’d pressed it to her clit or how tight she squeezed around him, dragging a groan from the depths of his chest and his unintentional buck deeper inside of her.

Or maybe he’d written about the first time she’d gone down on him. How they both had been rattled with nerves but as soon as she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth they’d both relaxed. Melted into each other as Y/N suckles and dips down, one hand holding onto his thigh while the other slotted against his own, squeezing every so often. She wonders if he wrote about how when he’d warned her that he was going to cum, she’d doubled her efforts, ignored how he’d tugged on her hair to pull her up and instead fixed her lips around his tip and sucked him dry.

They’d been sat by one another while Harry was working, Y/N was watching the telly, and Daisy was sleeping, giving a snorting snore every so often in her lap. A sex scene had popped up and her thoughts had immediately dipped into if the director had made the scene in their image of what they like or what they think would be best for the film and then she’s turning towards him, words falling out of her mouth like water from a tipped glass.

Harry’s fingers paused, hovering over the keys for a moment as he turns to face her and Y/N feels her face warm, “You want me to read you my writing?”

“You don’t have to,” she rushes to say, shaking her head, “You don’t, I was just -- I’m just curious sometimes, but I understand if you don’t want to. It was just a bad idea anyway--”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he leans forward, setting his laptop onto the coffee table before them and turning towards her, “It wasn’t a bad idea, m’just surprised, is all. Didn’t think you cared much about what I was writing.”

Y/N tilts her head, “Course, I care dummy,” she rolls her eyes, rolling over in bed, flopping herself so that her cheek smushed against his thigh, looking up to him with a small pout, “I always wonder what you’re writing but I never wanted to push y’know? Didn’t want you to share it with me unless you wanted to.”

Harry nods slowly, reaching his hand down and carding his fingers through her hair gently, “I see,” he purses his lips some, “I’ll share some with you, if you’d like. Wanna hear what I’m writing about right now?”

She grins, reaching back and pulling the throw blanket from the bottom of the mattress up over her shoulder, snuggling into it and nuzzling at the meat of his thigh playfully. He chuckles low, warm, pushing his glasses up by the bridge of them and moves his laptop so that it’s tilted with one part on the thigh and one on the mattress. His fingers continue to pet at her, both her hair, and caressing the sides of her face as he likes to, “S’a ‘bout a girl -- she’s exploring kinks with an escort in this manor, and feelings may or may not be sprouting.”

“Oooh, kinky,” she wriggles, “Sounds right up me alley.”

It was kinky. So kinky in fact, that Y/N had no clue some of this filth was roaming around within Harry’s sweet little brain. She’d known he had some idea with a few of the obscenities that leave him when he’s tucked deep inside of her, murmuring how good she felt, how tight she was, “Wanna hear your noises baby, while your little pussy cums all over my cock.” But never had she imagined this. The words he uses are all perfect, his descriptions so vivid she could practically feel it all. All over this mixed with the soothing, honeyed voice just has her feeling a bit more prurient than she usually is. She’s got her hand warming between her mid-thigh though she’s tightening the muscles in an effort to feel some sort of pressure.

The touch of his fingers on her face and through her hair began feeling much less innocent and sweet and much lewder. Especially when his fingers trail from the edges of her face, down her cheek, running his thumb at the corner of her mouth before slipping back to what he’d been doing before. It was too much -- all of it was far too much and her panties were getting way damn wetter than she would have liked. The last time she’d gotten this hot and bothered over words alone (especially when she has Harry around) had been a very raunchy story she’d read a while back online.

She thought she was being inconspicuous but Harry could read her like a book, and after one sentence in particular that made her clench he pauses, “Are you alright, Button?” He asks, a knowing lilt lingering beneath his tone, “You’re looking a little. . .warm.”

Y/N huffs, knowing she’s been found out and she tilts her face into his thigh out of embarrassment, “Don’t tease me,” she grumbles, “S’really good Harry. No wonder they’re so adamant about you posting -- I would be too.”

“Thank you,” she can hear the smile in his voice and it only makes it worse for her, squeezing her thighs together so tightly as she rolls around so that she’s on her stomach. She lets her fingers reappear from where they’d been snug in the arm of one of his cardigans to curl into the loose fabric of his pajama pants and giving a soft tug.

“C’mon then,” she murmurs, “Want to have a taste.”

Harry’s eyes widen, brows raising, “Really?” He asks her, “You’re that worked up?”

Her mouth waters as she watches him lift his bum up, and she takes care to drag his pants down to bunch and crumble up at his knees, “Told you it was good,” she grouses, not bothering to get in between his legs or anything -- thinks that would take up too much time. Instead she stays where she is at his side, only moving to scoot her mouth closer to where he’d been chubbing up, “Want t’a taste you, then fuck you all night -- even better than Remi did that guy.” She references his story and she looks up to see his cheeks flush pink just before she fits her mouth around the tip.

Harry inhales, quick and sharp, his thighs tensing beneath her chest as she wets the head with the broad of her tongue. She loves getting him hard -- likes putting him in her mouth and working him up till he’s stiff, pulsating, and leaky from his slit so that she could tongue the precum away. Harry’s big -- he’s very big, with a vein running down the length of him, a ruddied color that purples if hasn’t come in a particularly long while. She’s almost jealous of him, that he gets to see it, and touch it, and play with it all he wants whenever he wants because she just thinks it’s so pretty and if she could she would give it her attention all the time.

Plus it was attached to quite possibly the sweetest boy in the world, who -- in the midst of getting a blowie says, “G’na pull your hair into a pony so it doesn’t get in your eyes, okay?”

Only barely does she slow down for him to do so, then doubling her efforts. She’s got her hand wrapped around the base, keeping him tilted towards her mouth, and every so often when his hips buck up she moans around him. Her eyes are watering and she doesn’t know if it’s because he’s getting the back of her throat or she’s so in love with him or that she’s so damn horny -- she’d say probably a mixture of all three. He had a way about him that got her emotions all muddled constantly, even in particularly lewd moments like this.

His pulse drums against her tongue as she strokes it up and down the shaft, stopping at the divot between where the shaft and tip meet to flicker her tongue there. Harry was the one who thought her how to give a blowie and he was a right good teacher -- he’d been slow and careful; guided her through it, let her play around, explore with him, had even literally held her hand through a majority of it. He’d made her feel safe and loved and not incompetent for having never done it before and her heart still twists at the thought. It’s what makes her give her all when she sucks him off; she thinks he only deserves the best.

“You’re g’na make me cum,” he moans, wrapping his hand around the pony and giving a small tug, “Don’t want to yet, Button, lemme take care of you too.”

Y/N lets him pull her off, a string of spit connecting her mouth to the head, feeling a little lightheaded from the arousal and the fact she’d neglected to breathe for a good chunk of it. She twists her hand down him once, watching his balls, tight and swollen, raise on her upstroke and the tip’s redhead is begging for her to put him back in.

He makes her feel so insatiable -- so incredibly needy as she takes it upon herself to reach down and wiggle out of her panties, only to climb over his lap and straddle him, “Can we?” She asks him, her slit feeling slippery, dripping onto his cock and Harry’s looking down between them, his hand squeezing tight at her thigh as he nods. Y/N takes him back in her hold and slides him down to her hole, budding the tip at the opening before slowly sinking down.

A mutual, harmonious groan leaves the both of them, Y/N immediately pulsating around him, “Christ,” Harry gives a disbelieving laugh, “Didn’t know it’d have you like this -- would’ve read to you a long while ago.”

Y/N dips her face into his throat, rocking her hips back and forth, “Sorry,” she murmurs, feeling hot all over, “Don’ mean to be greedy.”

Shaking his head, Harry wraps his arms around her frame, making her feel small in his hold, “No, no, s’alright baby, you aren’t greedy,” his nose is pressed against her shoulder, breathing her in deep, “Feel so good -- I’ll never be able to describe how nice it is to be inside of you or to hold you like this, or how pretty those little noises you make are.”

Y/N’s always bashful about these punched out little whines that leave her but Harry’s always quick to tell her how keen he is on them. His hands slip down to her bum, his cardigan she wore draping over his hands as he gets a good hold on her and begins to fuck up into her, working more of those sounds out, “There, we, go,” he says between each thrust in, “Wanna hear you.”

This Harry was much different from her normal, day to day Harry. Her usual Harry is on the shy side, even if though he’s opened up so much to her in every way imaginable. He’s quiet and contemplative (albeit talkative when she’s speaking with him), gentle, calm, and rarely ever even curses without good reason to (but he assures her that he’s fine with her perpetual potty mouth). Blushy and sweet and soft -- one would think when they had sex, she would be the one running the show.

But this Harry -- god, he was unlike anything she could ever explain. He was salacious and naughty, with hands that touched everywhere, and a tongue that uttered titillating filth. He knew when to go fast and when to go slow, when to tease her and when to appease her whining when to dip his tongue between her thighs or his cock. This Harry could read her body like a book; knew exactly what made her twitch, or squeak, or what licked goosebumps on her skin. This Harry clearly and very obviously was the more dominant of the two, and while that sweet soft boy her heart is so big for peaks out every so often in moments like these, this risque sexual deviant is the one running things.

Y/N’s curled up against him, whimpering and moaning as he fucks up into her, “You g’na cum for me?” He speaks into her skin, sponging kisses onto her bosom, “Soak me in your cum?” She cries out when his finger slips to her clit, rubbing in quick, tight little circles, “That’s it baby, cum -- want you to cum all over me.”

It only takes a few more thrusts, for her to crumble atop of him, thighs shutting on either side of him, and Harry follows shortly after, slipping out of her, reaching down to twist over himself once before he’s coming up in between them.

Both of their breathing is bated, chests heaving as they come back down from the dazzling warmth of their orgasms. Y/N reaches down, slipping her fingers through some of the mess that had dribbled onto his prick and brings it to her mouth, pushing it past her lips to taste. “Goodness,” Harry sighs sated, cradling the side of her face with his palm, “You’re a little sex kitten sometimes, y’know that?” Y/N giggles, rolling her eyes and slumps forward despite some of his spunk that had stained the front of their shirts, nestling back into the crook of his neck.

“You made me like this,” Y/N teases, “I blame you for my unquenchable desire for your prick.”

He kisses the side of her head sweetly, “C’mon,” he pats her bum, “Need’a get you cleaned up, you’ve got an early shift at the rink tomorrow right?”

And that had seemed like a really good idea -- getting a little extra money. Now, however, Y/N would much rather spend the day with Harry like they had originally planned before she had taken the shift. It was cold out and she’d much rather spend a Saturday morning warm inside with Harry and Daisy than Niall pleading with her to go get a brazilian wax with him.

So she shakes her head instead, “Noo, m’not feeling it anymore,” she tells him, “Niall owes me a freebie since he left me on a day with two birthday parties because he wanted to fuck Carol Bender and then didn’t even do it.” She draws back to look him in the eye, “If you’ll have me, m’all yours tomorrow.”

Harry grins.

“Course I will. Maybe I’ll read you another story.”

#BLURBS #OR #BLURB #Anonymous

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mikkomacko · 6 years

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The True Encounter V

She wipes away a few tears that have fallen and y/n holds her hand tighter. "I'd do anything for him Anne." Y/n says truthfully. "I'd do anything for any of you, we're family now."

Anne gently sobs, giving y/n a teary smile. "Yes we are dear."

Harry’s got fangs and Y/n is officially part of the family now

As much as she wanted to, y/n didn't get to sleep in the morning of her transformation.

Harry had told her that they'd do it when she was up and ready but to not feel pressured to rush it, they were doing this on her time. Unfortunately, she was such a ball of nerves she didn't sleep much at all.

She woke up around 8, her cheek pressed against the lower back of Harry, who was sprawled out on his stomach, blankets resting on his waist.

Y/n stayed there for a bit, listening to Harry breathe and feeling his back rise and fall. He woke up with a grumble of confusion until he realized she was resting on him and then they got up and packed up some stuff.

At the pack house Harry had y/n eat some fresh fruit despite the fact that she wasn't hungry, all the while gazing at her with such fondness y/n felt bubbly.

Then with a peck on the cheek and his hand on her lower back, Harry takes y/n back up the room they stayed in when she was sick. Now that she's coherent she realizes it's on the private floor, reserved for Harry and his family.

"Was my room when I was kid." Harry tells her, shutting the door behind them. "Want my scent to be the first thing ya smell when yeh turn."

They place their stuff on the floor, Harry placing her stuffie on the bed for her to hold because she's going to be hurting for a bit after he bites her. And then he's bringing her to his chest, his lips latching onto hers with such intensity she's winded.

"Can't thank yeh enough y/n," Harry pants, plushy lips never leaving hers, only easing up enough to confess his heart to her. "Changing everything for meh, all so yeh can be with meh."

Shivers run up y/n's spine as Harry drops his hand to the edge of her tee-shirt, pulling the fabric up. He parts from her lips long enough to tug it over head before diving back in. "Can't wait to make yeh my luna." He drops a kiss to her chin and then her collar bone, dropping to his knees all the while kissing down her torso.

"Your the only the girl I'd ever get on my knees for." He simpers, kissing right above her belly button. His thumb squeezes into the plushy chub by her hip bone. "Gonna bite yeh here, it'll hurt less." Despite how warm her body feels, y/n still shivers, nodding down at him and stroking her fingers through his soft curls.

Harry leaves another kiss on her tummy, resting his forehead against her as he deeply inhales. He's staring down at her feet for a minute, still soothing his thumb over her hip and enjoying her fingers in his hair.

Y/n's heart jumps into her throat when he finally gazes up at her, digging his chin into her lower stomach. His eyes have gone dark, only a sliver of green left circling his pupils and he's gently panting through swollen lips, two large fangs grazing his bottom lip.

"Yeh okay?" His voice has dropped an octave and sounds gruffer than usual, almost like he's growling at her. Y/n nods, forcing out the breath that was caught in her chest. She keeps twirling Harry's hair through her fingers, dropping one hand to cup his jaw, running her thumb over his lip.

Harry watches her with a furrow between his eyebrows, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation but he finds only curiosity. He drops his lips open, allowing her to run her thumb over his sharp canines.

Y/n cups his face with both hands, leaning down to kiss away the furrow on his brow, to kiss away his worry. She wants to tell him that she's not afraid, that she trusts him, that she's 100% ready for this but the words are stuck in her chest.

The kiss seems to work though because Harry relaxes, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. He crawls after her on his knees, still holding tight to her waist and softly kissing her hips, cautious of his razor teeth.

"Hold me hand darling." Harry instructs, reaching out to grasp her trembling hand. She keeps her free hand in his hair, stroking it as if trying to assure to him that she's okay.

Harry asks her to close her eyes and she does, squeezing his fingers a bit tighter and her breathing increasing enough to dramatically dip her stomach. "You're okay baby," Harry soothes, scenting her stomach and hips. "S'just me, gonna take good care of yeh." He kisses her hip again and then he's sinking his teeth into her side, trying to ignore her gasp of pain as he groans in delight, squeezing her hand.

Harry hates that he hurt her but he can't deny the tingle of dominance that overtook him as he made y/n his wolf.

Y/n is in a haze as someone cleans up her side, that someone, she assumes, being Harry. She can hear his voice, muffled and unintelligible but definitely his. And her vision is swimming too much to try and focus on him so she keeps her eyes closed, wincing with each hot flash of pain that comes from her side.

Something is soothing her bite, enough that she's able to relax into the bed and let someone gently sit her up. They wrap a fabric around her torso and gently pull her shirt back on, tucking her into the bed.

Y/n can hear Harry closer now, feel him placing her stuffie under her arm and she reaches out for his hand, not feeling if he grabs it before she's blacking out.

Harry is brushing his fingers through y/n's hair when the door creaks open, Gemma peaking her head in. Harry nods for her enter, turning his gaze back to his girl.

She looks unbearably uncomfortable, a pinch on her forehead and her lips in a pout. Harry doesn't know what it's like to be bitten, he was born a wolf. He always had a bonding gland and bones that can easily switch between human and animal. He can only imagine how much it must hurt to have to develop those things.

"How's she doing?" Gemma asks quietly, sitting on the arm of the chair that Harry's sat in. She places her arm around her younger brother's shoulders, soothingly squeezing his shoulder like she did to him when they were kids.

"Okay so far." Harry replies, not looking up at his sister. He's afraid something will go wrong if he takes his eyes off y/n. If anything happened to her he'd have nothing left. He'd have been the alpha that dropped to an Omega within a day. "Was really squirming earlier, can't imagine how much she's hurting. Had a doctor come up and check her, gave her an herb that should keep her sleepin' through the worst of it."

"That's good Hazza." Gemma comforts, resting her cheek on top of his head. Harry wants to insist she stop calling him that, he's the alpha now and his name is Harry. He's no longer Hazza, they're not kids anymore.

But he appreciates what she's doing, she knows he's not vocal about his worries or concerns, as an alpha he was taught to be tough and certain. However, he's never been good at hiding his body language and she's always been able to tell when he's upset, always soothing him with cuddles and his childhood nickname.

When he was a kid and something had gone wrong in training, or he was whining about his mate, Gemma was always the one he ran to. His mum and dad were far too busy to be concerned with his childish problems. But Gemma always knew what to do.

So he let's her hold him and leans into her side, closing his eyes for a brief second as she assures him. "You're gonna be a great alpha, already take such good care of her and mum and I. Ever since dad passed away, you've stepped up, even when you moved out you always made sure mum wasn't getting sick and you helped an awful lot with my family and I. "

Harry smiles at that, thinking of his older sister's two children. Gemma had met Michael when she was 9 and though it wasn't certain, everyone knew they'd be mates. When she was 20 they bonded and a year later she had her first kid. It was around the same time Harry's mum was struggling with running the pack and often falling ill.

He helped Gemma and Michael with the baby, taking care of the little one while they worked and he did it again two years later when Gemma had her first son.

Thinking about Gemma getting to spend more time with them as soon as he takes over as alpha makes even more excited. He can't wait for y/n to heal, for him to court her enough that their cycles match up and he can bond her.

It's not fair that Gemma hardly sees her children and mate and that his mum is still working when she should be resting, grateful that Harry is in charge. Y/n is doing more than changing his life, she's changing his whole family's life. She's giving two kids their mum back and relieving a hard-working woman and bringing Harry up to his life's plan.

And Harry's absolutely in love with her for it.

Fingers are pressed into y/n's neck when she begins to stir, the once burning pain that had seared through her body now just a dull ache.

She's hyper-aware of how strongly the room smells of vanilla and musk and how heavy her body feels. Y/n can feel something pounding in her ears, sounding like the beat of a drum but much stronger than she's ever heard. It makes her temples throb painfully.

"Are you awake dear?" A gentle voice asks, the fingers leaving her neck. Y/n tries to nod but her neck is too sore it just causes her to let out a wince, her eyes opening at the feeling.

Harry's childhood room is now dark, the lamps at the side of the bed lighting the room up. An unfamiliar woman is sitting next to y/n in scrubs, a small bottle in her hand as she feels y/n's forehead. She must be a nurse.

"Where's Harry?" Y/n croaks, her throat sore and heart spiking with fear. He'd said he'd be by her the whole time, that he'd watch over her. She struggles to sit up, groaning at the stiffness of her heavy bones.

The woman softly sushes her, placing her hand on y/n's shoulder to push her back to the pillows. "It's okay dear." A new voice speaks up, y/n immediately recognizing the voice.

Anne takes a seat on the other side of her, her tired eyes examining y/n with motherly love. "Harry and Gemma went to get some food, been watching over you all day. I promised Harry I'd keep an eye on you for a bit."

Y/n finally relaxes into the bed, deeply inhaling the scent that could only belong to Harry and watching Anne who has that kind smile on her lips, the same smile Harry has. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." Y/n replies, her eyes falling back on the unknown woman. "My head hurts, something's beating really loud." Both woman let out similar chuckles, not in a mocking way but more of a sympathetic one.

"You're hearing heart beats sweetheart." Anne soothes, tenderly pushing y/n's hair back. "It'll be loud for a bit but you'll get used to it."

"Do you think you could eat something y/n?" The other women asks, pouring a drop of the bottles contents onto her hand. She reaches behind y/n's head and cups her neck, a soothing chill instantly spreading down her spine. Y/n practically whimpers in relief.

"Need something to drink first." Y/n agrees, "My throat hurts." She's handed a cup of water with a straw and happily sips down half of it, smiling at the relief in her throat.

Then she's presented with a bowl of chicken soup and she sits up on the pillow, happy to have something to eat. By the time she's done eating, y/n is feeling more comfortable and sleepy again, snuggling into the pillows with half shut eyes.

"Y/n," Anne says gently, her hand still soothing down y/n's hair. Y/n forces her eyes to stay open, waiting for Anne to continue. "Thank you so much for this. My Harry," Her voice cracks on his name. Y/n reaches up and takes her hand, gently holding it.

"He's waited so long for you. Even as a child, he wasn't excited to be alpha, he was excited to love his mate. " Anne shakily inhales, her eyes brimmed with tears. "It was heartbreaking to see him grow up without you, he's such a sweetheart. I can't thank you enough for doing this for him."

She wipes away a few tears that have fallen and y/n holds her hand tighter. "I'd do anything for him Anne." Y/n says truthfully. "I'd do anything for any of you, we're family now."

Anne gently sobs, giving y/n a teary smile. "Yes we are dear."

#harry imagine #solo harry #harry styles imagine #hazza styles #harry #breeding harry styles #wolf harry #harry styles #werewolf imagine #werewolf #mentions of knotting #bite #one direction #fanfic #fanfiction

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hadesgoddess · 5 years

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Ok but listen, Peter being overweight and depressed in ITSV actually hit me pretty hard and I didn’t like how they handled it, same with Thor in Endgame and I haven’t even watched that mess. Weight and depression are 2 things i’ve been dealing with for... god so long. Peter deserves actual love and guidance, not people just poking fun at his fat.

Wrote this a month or two ago, finally decided to post it because I couldn’t figure out part 2 but someday perhaps!

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A low grumble made Rose pause while brushing her teeth. She tilted her head, peering over at her boyfriend standing next to her. Peter was supposed to be getting ready, the party started at 7 and it was currently a quarter till. Rather than pick out his shoes, he decided to stare at himself in the mirror, grumpily pulling at his shirt. Taking a second to clear her mouth of toothpaste, Rose bit the bullet.

"Missing a button or something?" Instead of quipping back, Peter's usual wit seemed to be lacking at the moment. His continued silence and tugging of the half buttoned shirt belied an underlying anxiety that he rarely showed.

".... Do you think I need to lose weight?" Peter wouldn't meet her eyes, but she could tell this was something he had debated asking for a while. Her answer required careful consideration so she took her time to rinse her mouth and set up her toothbrush.

"Do you think you need to?" Her boyfriend had an inhumanely fast metabolism, but it was inactive for a few years as he pulled himself back from the edge he had teetered on. He dived (literally) back into being Spiderman, yet he hesitated to deviate from the basic crime fighting. Thankfully, since the large, strange wave of earthquakes died out, nothing major had happened for him to combat. That meant that those stubborn extra pounds were clinging on around his hips, giving his long frame a more stocky, firm shape.

Rose was by no means put off by this; being able to have something substantial to grip in bed and wrap her legs around was a plus in her book. But if Peter wasn't happy with how he looked and felt bad about it, who was she to be selfish?

"You're avoiding the question," Peter sighed, annoyance leaking into his tone. The tight muscles of his face stood out as his temper flared and he glared at his reflection. "MJ used to say it was unattractive..." He gave a start when two smaller hands appeared in the mirror, snaking their way around his chub. A small, chaste kiss was felt on the very back of his neck and a reluctant smile dredged through his depressing thoughts.

"I'm not avoiding anything. Peter, I don't mind your body; I love it, in fact. How your exes feel about it has no effect on me. But if you don't feel healthy or it's making you feel unworthy of my love, then I really don't want that," Peter heard her sigh behind him. "Don't try and change yourself for me, that would make it worse."

His silence this time was different from his earlier bouts. She could tell that he was hearing her, but she also felt a tiny bit of him resisting to understand. Depression had a nasty habit of trying to trick you into believing people didn't care enough to try to help you. She knew that first hand. She also knew he was smart enough and strong enough to let her words seep in to heal him. It would just take time.

And maybe a little bit of help.

"Look, if you don't believe what I'm saying, then how about I just show you?" Peter's head shot up and he stared at her in the mirror, confused.

"Uh, and what do you mean by that exactly?" He gulped at the sight of her mischievous eyes peeking at him from over his shoulder. Grabbing his loose, half-done tie, Rose spun him around and pulled him backward into the bedroom.

"Just you wait, Mr. Parker, you'll learn soon enough..."

#my writing #ship: burrito blanket babe #itsv #itsv self-insert #self-insert #self-shipping #Self-Ship Community #fanfic #itsv fic #Peter 🅱️abe Parker

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bnha-hq · 6 years

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Hello! Can I have an scenario with Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Azumane and Yaku? Which they have an s/o that is hot head and tomboish, but secretly insucure and self conscious of her plain(no butt or big breast) an little chubby body? Thanks in advance!

Bokuto

He’d be almost offended on her behalf in all honesty

How could anyone, including herself, think she was anything less than perfect.

He’d make these thoughts very well known.

He doesn’t have a very good filter so a lot of what he says just comes out.

Luckily all he ever says are compliments

And he says these all the time and with so much ease that it’s obvious he never actually thought about them, so they’re as genuine as they can get.

He doesn’t understand the insecurities either

“Any butt’s a cute butt? Any boobs are cute boobs? Chub? Did to mean super cute cuddle material??”

And he genuinely means every single compliment.

“You’re probably nicer to cuddle than me, I just have lots of hard muscle but you’re nice and cuddly”

He’s not the best at handing her hotheadedness but he tries, usually he’ll just give her space and then cuddles when/if she needs them

He’d likely teach her volleyball, if she can learn to set a ball even better but he finds it a fun activity for them both.

Likes random, impromptu adventures, a lot of which end up with him and whoever he’s with dirty from head to toe, so if she’s willing to do those things with him then he’d be rapt

They make for more compliment material too, he thinks it’s so cool that she’ll hang out with him and his friends with things like that.

Iwaizumi

He’d be so surprised

He’d mentally go over just about every single conversation he’d had with her just to make sure he hadn’t said anything that would feed those insecurities.

He’d so a little extra love to the places she was insecure about but subtly, whether it was commenting on a weight loss advert that a little extra weight wasn’t so bad.

“Just a little more to love right?”

As long as she wasn’t having any medical issues due to her weight, he really didn’t care on the aesthetics of it.

He’d give solutions, he’d explain that he thought she was perfect just the way she was, and that her looks were just one of the many many things he found so attractive about her but if she really wanted to lose weight then he’d help and support her every step of the way.

He’d compliment her a lot, but lots of indirect compliments and kissing her belly/hips/waist when cuddling.

He’d show her butt and breasts a little extra loving in more appropriate settings as well

Iwaizumi would have no issues with her hotheadedness or tomboyish personality in the least.

He’ll know how to handle and manage your hotheaded tendencies and he likes a lot of outdoor activities such as sports and bug catching so if she’s willing to do that with him then he’s happy

Azumane

He would notice but he’d be really subtle about it.

He’d feel rude just bringing it to attention, so unless she said something about it first then he’d stay subtle about it.

Usually compliments things like personality and eyes, also loves to focus on her talents and what she’s good at.

If she does mention to him her insecurities, like asking him if he thinks her lack of butt/breasts and chubbiness is a turn off.

Azumane is originally surprised that she’d ask him, surely she knows that he loves everything about her right?

He’d give them gentle kisses across their face and tell them everything they love about their body and personality.

He’d tell them that nothing about them could be a turnoff while she still had the personality he loved so much

He wouldn’t leave until he was sure that he’d convinced her that he loved her and thought she was the prettiest, most beautiful girl around.

He’d make it clear that as long as she was happy and healthy then there was absolutely nothing wrong with the way her body looked.

Her looks meant very little to him, her personality was what drew him to her in the first place and what kept him with her.

Her hotheadedness would throw him a bit but he’d find it pretty cute after a while

Though to save being on the receiving end of that he chooses to keep those thoughts to himself.

Yaku

He wouldn’t notice her insecurity cause in all honesty he wouldn’t even notice the lack of butt, breasts or her chubbiness

He loves the tom boy personality and her hotheadedness, he thinks that alone is pretty damn hot

Though she’d make more comments about it, either under breath or jokingly and he’d eventually clue on.

He’d be upfront about it.

“Hey ____, are you insecure about your body?”

When he finally gets her to admit that she is he nods.

He doesn’t understand why she feels that way but makes a conscious effort to change that

He compliments her a lot in his head, so he makes a point to say them out loud when he does, or to send random texts with a compliment.

He focuses on on other details, he has a habit of coming across blunt so he avoids the parts they’re insecure about entirely.

He focuses on things such as eyes, hair, hobbies, talents and personality.

He also makes it crystal clear that he’s not even remotely joking, he is 100% sincere about all of his compliments

Rest in pieces to whoever dares comment on her insecurities though, Yaku would absolutely destroy them.

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analphancones · 7 years

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Behind closed doors chapter six

Summary: Phil’s a little stressed out. His wife is moody, he’s over worked, he misses Dan. Luckily, Dan seems to be the perfect personal stress relief, and Phil has a very hard time saying no.

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Months passed by. Lily was such a patient woman usually, but her hormones were everywhere and she was getting angry at everything. She had this pregnancy rage and most of the time Phil couldn’t even go near her without being shouted at over doing something or another wrong. He was going mad. He loved her dearly, of course he did, and he loved their unborn child. He did not love, however, the rapid mood swings of yelling at him to crying on him. So one late night, when she finally went to sleep, he was washed over in bliss at the peace.

Dan waited. For what you may ask? For his chance to strike. He had noticed Phil losing his temper more and more lately, stressed beyond belief about his wife’s moodyness and the uncertainty of fatherhood. Dan wished he could say he felt bad for his mother, she looked so miserable. Really though, he could care less. She made her own bed. She could have stayed on her birth control, or waited just one more day to tell Phil. Sure, she didn’t know what was happening and has no way of knowing how much she would fuck over her own son. But Dan couldn’t help but resent her, to feel as if she planned things like this.

Phil sat on the couch, leaning back with his eyes closed and enjoying the quietness. It was late, Wednesday night, the entire house was cool and everything smelled like fall as Autumn began setting in. For the first time in a good while, he felt relaxed, not a thought on his mind. Possibly due to the exhaustion, but he didn’t mind. Gently, he felt the space on the couch next to him sink in, peeking one eye open to look at Dan.

Dan sat him front of him in a tshirt and presumably nothing else, crossing his legs and facing Phil. Upon closer inspection, Phil noticed a couple things. He didn’t like the look Dan had in his eyes, and Dan was wearing pink lace panties. He took a deep breath, looking him up and down. His thighs were so milky and pale, he missed leaving hickeys in places only Dan would find them. He was so slender, except for a little chub on his lower stomach. He missed kissing his hips and tummy. He shook his head, trying to ignore those thoughts. You just miss her, he thought. Don’t run back to old habits.

“You look a little stressed out.” Dan said softly, leaning forward and putting a hand on Phil’s thigh. “If there’s anything I can do to help. You know you can ask me right?” He asked with faux innocence, biting his lip. Phil gulped a little.

“Yeah..I’m just overwhelmed. I’m okay really.” He said shakily. He wasn’t an overly horny man, his sex drive wasn’t through the roof or anything. But something about how irresistible he found Dan to be, and the fact that he hadn’t had sex in a very, very long time; well, it made it hard for him to think clearly. Dan shifted over, moving into his lap and pushing his hair behind his ear. It kept growing, and him being 15 thought it kinda looked cool. Really, it just made him look more feminine, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable.

“Well..I’m just down the hall from you. You could always stop by, To talk, or rant, or vent, or…” He trailed off, his hands sliding down Phil’s chest and lingering over his belt buckle, his eyes flickering down to where his hands lay before making eye contact with Phil again, still biting his lip.

“Is it bad I wish I could?” Phil took another deep breath, chuckling darkly and moving a hand to Dan’s hip, moving over his ass and gripping gently. “You’ll never understand how much I miss this ass..” He sighed, letting go and Dan pouted.

“Then why don’t you take it back again? It’s still yours. My body is still yours entirely.” Dan said slowly, his voice dripping in lust as he grabbed both of Phil’s hands, slowly moving them to his ass.

“God I wish I could..” Phil bit down on his bottom lip, Dan’s shirt riding up slowly. God he always looked so good when he was like this, half naked and everything about him absolutely begging Phil to just take him.

“Who's’ to say you can’t?” Dan asked, leaning forward and starting to press small kisses over his jawline. “No one will ever know but us..” He coaxed him, tracing over to the corner of his mouth. Phil pulled away.

“We shouldn’t, Dan. I’m going to be a father soon. It’s time I stop acting like some horny school boy and commit to my wife.”

“Why commit to someone sexually who can’t satisfy you? M’not asking you to love me again. I’m asking you to fuck me.” Dan said, punctuating the last couple words heavily. Phil sighed quietly, looking at him again and chewing his lip. He was running out of reasons to say no, in fact the pro’s of this were multiplying in his head while the con’s were dying off.

Impulse hit, Phil leaned in and took Dan’s mouth, exploring it with his tongue and claiming his body as his own again. Dan moaned quietly, enjoying how aggressive and rough Phil was being. You could tell he needed this, that he missed Dan, all by how he was kissing. Hot and messy, desperate and full of want and longing. Dan’s eyes fluttered shut, wrapping his arms around his neck. He tasted like coffee and peppermint, so devilishly Phil. He was lost in his taste, in how his mouth felt against his, lips fitting perfectly together.

Slowly, tentatively Dan started rolling his hips, eliciting a small groan from his again lover. He grinded his ass down into him, pressing into his partner’s growing arousal and doing all he could to be exactly what Phil needed right now. From the way Phil was getting roughed and roughed with his kisses, his hands gripping Dan’s hips hard enough to bruise, Dan figured he was doing well.

Phil pushed him back, crawling between Dan’s legs and pushing up his shirt, moving lower and kissing along Dan’s hips and stomach, leaving marks along his hip bones and licking the dip. Dan’s noises were as whorish as ever, pleading and pathetic and so fucking hot, so loud he could put a pornstar to shame. If Phil had missed anything the most about this, was how good Dan sounded, how each moan was like him begging and begging and /begging/ to just fuck him. He could cum listening to his moans alone.

He gripped the pink fabric, pulling until the fabric ripped and Dan was left bare from the hips down, his overly large shirt ridden up to his ribcage. Phil licked his lips a bit, smirking up at Dan and gripping his thighs, spreading his legs. He moved his thumb over his hole, admiring how much he had tightened back up since their last encounter, how pink and pretty and fuckable it was.

Slowly he moved, kissing the pink hole and pulling back, letting go of Dan’s legs and moving back up, starting to kiss Dan’s neck slowly. “I always forget how hungry you make me until you become to much to resist.” Phil chuckled softly, trailing back to Dan’s lip and tugging at the lower one. “On your fucking knees. You want me badly enough to convince me to cheat on my wife, then use that sultry whore mouth of yours for something else would you please?” He cooed and Dan nodded quickly, moving out from under him to on his knees in front of him. Phil smirked cupping his cheek and running his thumb over his bottom lip. “God you’re so pretty..do a good job and maybe I’ll eat you out. It was always your favorite.” He chuckled. He figured if he was going to commit adultery and statutory rape all in a day, he was gonna make sure it was damn well worth it.

Dan moved to undo his jeans quickly, pulling his length out of his boxers with ease. He was only half hard and already bigger than Dan remembered, looking back he had no idea how Phil fit inside him. He was almost drooling, practically moaning wanting it again. Wanting him again. He wrapped his lips around his tip, swirling his tongue and starting to bob his head down slowly. Up and down he moved, working the shaft with his hand and paying extra attention to the head of his cock, looking up at him with wide and innocent eyes.

Phil’s fingers slowly tangles through his hair, pushing him down slightly and gripping the brown curls tightly, locks of hair wound around his fingers. Dan’s cheek were darkening, flushing pink as he struggled for breath but kept going anyways, taking as much as he could each time he went down until he felt Phil hit the back of his throat, swallowing around him and breathing deeply through his nose.

Phil was just groaning quietly, enjoying the heat around his aching cock. He had forgotten how good Dan was at this, how perfect his mouth was for sucking his cock, how damn beautiful he looked with his swollen pink lips wrapped around him. It was intoxicating. He pulled Dan off, a small ‘pop’ noise echoing the room quietly. Dan blinked, waiting for his next instruction. Phil pulled him up, pushing him down on the couch and getting between his legs in a quick and rough movement, feeling Dan instinctively wrap his legs around his neck. He reached up his hand, pushing three fingers into Dan’s mouth.

Dan eagerly sucked the digits, circling his tongue around them and coating them with spit as quickly as he could. Phil soon retracted his hand, circling over Dan’s waiting hole with the fingers. He slowly pushed one in all the way to the second knuckle, slowly pumping in and out of him until he loosened up enough for a second one, slowly stretching him out. He kept his pace steady, knowing Dan would be keening by the time he finished.

It was torturously slow, but it felt so fucking good. Three fingers slowly, so fucking slowly moving in and out of him, pressing and massaging right against his spot each time Phil would push them back in. Dan was moaning, long drawn out moans with no regard for his volume.

“You’re so tight baby..” Phil murmured to himself, kissing over Dan’s inner thighs as he fucked him with his fingers. He kissed down his thigh, slowly pushing in his tongue along side his fingers, looking up to see Dan’s face. He arched his back, his eyes squeezing shut as Phil’s tongue and fingers worked in and out of him, making every inch of his body feel numb with pleasure.

“Daddy please..” Dan begged, pushing his hips back into his fingers and mouth with desperation. “Please I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me please. Please daddy fuck me…” He practically sobbed in pleasure, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. Phil smirked, pulling back slowly, his fingers drawing out. He wiped them on the couch under him, moving up again and pulling Dan closer to him by the thigh, pressing his own hard length against the cleft of Dan’s ass.

“You’re so sexy baby..such a slut for my cock. How could I ever say no to that begging whore mouth?” He smirked gently, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He rubbed the head of his cock over Dan slowly, pushing in slightly before pulling out again, teasing the younger male before he himself couldn’t take the anticipation anymore, pushing in quickly, bottoming out in one fast and languid motion.

Phil’s hand clamped over Dan’s mouth as he started to scream out, the stretch so good, so painful and so fucking good. Phil spared no time, no gentle touch, fucking him with speed and force, his whole body holding Dan down to where all he could do was fucking take it. He felt so good, moaning and screaming out against the hand over his mouth, his hands gripping his arm as he was relentlessly, brutally fucked.

“God fucking dammit..” Phil panted, gasping as he fucked into him hard and fast. “You need to shut the fuck up!” He hissed. “Do you want her to come down here? To see you getting absolutely fucking ruined by my cock? You’d like that probably, jealous little slut. Getting caught pinned under someone so much older than you, getting your ass wrecked.” He chuckled, breathing heavily and smirking, pulling his hand away to kiss Dan roughly.

Dan kept moaning into his mouth, pathetic, whiny, broke noises pouring from his sinful mouth. Phil kept kissing him, aggressive forceful kisses. Everything Phi was doing, saying, only served to turn Dan on further and further and he knew he wasn’t going to last. His stomach was knotting, tighter and tighter until he couldn’t take it anymore, coming without warning and covering his lower stomach. Phil only smirked, fucking hard right into Dan’s prostate, knowing he’d be so sensitive, begging for him to stop silently but loving it too much to actually make him quit.

“Daddy!” Dan moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as everything became too much. He had just came but already could feel himself getting hard again, the stimulation so much, too much, just enough. He was in another world from all he was feeling and god he loved it. “Fuck fuck!” He was practically crying, tears down his face as he pathetically cried out, begging Phil to keep going, harder, faster, to keep fucking him.

Phil didn’t need words, he couldn’t have stopped even if he wanted to at this point. Dan was so needy, such a fucking slut under him, only for him. Dan would never let anyone else to this to him, ruin him, abuse and stretch that perfect pink hole, mark his body. Something about the fact that he and he only could mark Dan like that turned him on even further, listening as Dan cried out again as he came a second time. His voice was broken, raw from how loud he was being, thankfully muffled enough no one could possibly hear from upstairs. Dan tightened his whole body, tensing as his second orgasm of the night washed over him, pushing her hips back into Phil’s roughly. It was all so much, just enough to send Phil right over the edge with his young lover, grunting and panting and gasping loudly as he rode out hi sorgasm inside the teen.

He rocked his hips slower and slower in and out of Dan, his orgasm washing away into post orgasm daze. He breathed heavily, collapsing on top of Dan. Dan smiled, humming in quiet victory to himself.

“Any time you need me daddy. M’always down the hall from you..” Dan purred gently, wrapping his legs around Phil again and squeezing him. “I’m always yours and yours only.”

“I almost forgot that..” Phil chuckled. “Almost wish I had. But then…I’d miss out on this.” He smiled, leaning up and kissing Dan gently. “I can’t..be with you romantically. I can’t show you the affections I used to. I can’t risk loving you..even more. You understand right?”

“Will you at least still fuck me when you need it? I wanna make things easier on you.” Dan tried and Phil chuckled a little.

“Sure. If you wanna be my personal stress relief, fine by me.” He smiled, leaning back down to cuddle Dan softly. All Dan could do was smirk to himself. The game was on.

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isiga-inkblood · 7 years

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Couldn’t Just Leave Her There

ok so this is really just a dumb scribble I did in like an hour give or take a few minutes of type time. I didn’t even edit it. I am also posting a link to AO3 for easier reading. Its in 2nd person in true me fashion

I guess this is a the Egos are their own people AU

Characters/Ship: Jackieboy Man x Marvin the Magnificent

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cuteness, one eyed animal

Be Jackieboy Man Aw yes! You are now Jackieboy Man flying about the city in search of people or animals in peril! The city though is rather quiet tonight you've stopped a couple muggings and escorted a young lady down from a building and to the hospital, hopefully she gets better soon. But that is all the action you've seen tonight. Its almost four am now and you're about to just up and call it a night before you hear something below you. Oh lovely dark alleyway, perfect place for a rough and tumble. Not! Marvin's rogue spell gave you the power of flight but it definitely didn't give you night vision so really and truly screw fighting in dark alleys. Too bad its part of the job though. You swoop down landing with a clatter onto the top of a dumpster fists up and ready to brawl but there's nobody there. Your hands fall away and you scan the area but sure enough there's absolutely nobody around. Just a cardboard box...that's moving. You toe your way off the dumpster's lid and crouch beside the box. It lets out a curious sound and patters around in front of you. You pull the box up to be greeted by one very blue green eye and blueish black fur. She's shivering and skinny as all hell, fur matted and greasy as an oil spill. Yeah you scoop her up faster than you like to admit. The only thing you've possibly scooped up faster than this cat is your boyfriend. You're in the air and flying home in record time with the little thing stashed in your suit cradled against your chest. Hopefully he doesn't mind the new pet. As per the usual you can see small sparkles through the window and a few things floating around, looks like he might be making you food to come home to. He's really too good for you oh but you will so take it you love your little magician to pieces. "Gonna give ya a great new home lil' lady. Marvin's got a soft spot for kitties and every magician needs one right...wait maybe that was witches...Whatever, you'll love him regardless." She just sort of tilts her head at you her one eye glossy and tired looking as you open the door. "Kitten I'm hooooooome!" An assortment of things clatter to the floor as you seem to crack his concentration. A couple books, the broom, and a ladle meet the tiled floor in the kitchen and cause you to receive a chest full of startled claws. You shout out a curse and hear slipper clad feet bounding for you. Just seeing him makes the pain fade a bit. He's free of his usual mask scars and bright cerulean eyes on display, he's clad in only your shirt, a gag Jackieboy Man one from Chase, tiny boy shorts and pink kitty slippers. But he's kinda looking right through you even as your eyes wander his exposed thighs. "Is that a cat, Jackie." Its not a question its a statement he knows damn well its a cat that's peering out of your suit with her claws currently in your skin. Of course you slid her in under your Kevlar armor and right up against your skin, its warm and if someone were to attack on your way home she'd be safe. Too bad though that means she has direct access to your very tender flesh and she seems far too spooked to wanna let go. Thank everything for those soft hands though, free of his usual gloves his skin is warm and smooth from lotions and currently coaxing tiny claws out of your nipples. He manages after a couple minutes and scoops her out of her hiding spot cooing quietly. "Oh my Merlin, she weighs nothing. And she smells like that shady bar downtown." He boops her on the nose with his fingertip and she just stares at him as he pets her. "How about a bath and some food, hmm? I'm sure I've got some fish lying around somewhere." You can't help but smile and follow those hips into the kitchen partially unzipping your suit along the way. She migrates on shaky paws to his shoulder where she settles while her perch resumes his hand flicking. More pink sparkles fill the air as he sneaks his head into one of your cabinets. The broom starts up again sweeping around you, the cook books begin floating again near the stove, and the ladle goes back to stirring the stew that's steaming. "Aw huzzah tuna, here we go this should go down easy. Stew's done too, Jackie. Its cold out tonight figured it would taste good." "I know something else that would taste real good tonight." He jumps and so do the books, nearly falling into the stew as you start bowling some up. You grin and wiggle your eyebrows at him as his face goes rosy red. His fingers trace over his scars nervously, it makes you a bit sad hopefully one day he'll see himself the way you see him. Its not like you aren't...intimate. No not at all you guys go at it like rabbits most nights but it certainly hasn't been without the mask for long. You never minded though, you'd just kissed around it and over it as if it were his scared up skin. You didn't make it a deal at all and one day it just came off. His fingers were shaky and his eyes were watery as if he were afraid you'd bolt as soon as you saw how deep the slashes are and just how much of his face got burned the day he got his magic. He has that same look now and it breaks your heart a little, but, you remind yourself, he's healing and you know it. The fact that he now walks about your home without it on is proof that he's improving no matter how slowly. He's come leaps and bounds but could use the extra help for his psych when you're out on patrol. That might have been an extra reason for bringing the small feline home. "You're missing an eye...all scared up too. Got in a scuffle, didn't you?...Its ok I did too...guess we're one in the same huh?" He's feeding the cat tiny bites with his finger making sure she doesn't scarf down too much and get sick. Its a precious sight that pulls at your heart while you yourself all but inhale his beef stew and moan into the bowl. That pulls a giggle from him, a sing song, snort filled, honest to goodness giggle that you love to the damn ends of the earth. "That good? Its nothing special, Jackie." All you can do is nod and let your eyes roll back. Weakly, you push one of the books toward him in a show of retaliation at his putting himself down. You miss terribly, but the cat looks up at it for a moment. You're shoveling and she's nibbling and its so surreal and quiet that you almost miss him talking again. "- Sam?" He looks up at you his mint bangs ruffled from fidgeting with them and eyes filled with stars...yeah you missed what he said. You just cock your head at him and he lets out a little chuckle again. "So hungry, horny, and tired you can't hear very well, love? I asked what you thought of Sam." You manage to swallow despite your sputter at his accusation of you being too horny to hear right and set your now empty bowl on the counter. "Sam?" "Yeah for her. Ya, know her name? I'm not just gonna call her cat." You're just nodding trying to process the fact that he's 100% down with just, keeping her. No discussion needed he's already decided. And you couldn't be happier about it. You nod vigorously and get yourself a brighter than the moon smile. He scoops her up again and lets her settle on her newfound shoulder perch. Its like she was meant to be here, like a familiar for him. "Gonna need your help getting her clean, the feline madam is probably not too fond of water."---- Almost half an hour later you finally have her...Sam, in the tub. You ended up having to keep your Kevlar on so she didn't scratch you up too bad and in the end you wound up with the best view. Marvin's now sitting in the cozy basin holding her carefully to his very bare chest and you'd be a big fat liar if you tried to claim it wasn't doing it for you. He looks so damn adorable scrubbing this tiny one eyed cat with Dawn and a genuine smile on his face. You just sit on the edge with a towel at the ready shifting about to attempt to hide your half chub since ya know, your beautiful boyfriend is currently completely on display, relaxed, and holding a god damn black cat. The fact that she's black only seems to make her fit better against his pale, scared up skin. A quick gasp is all the warning you or him get, Sam shoots out of the water just as you fall in with a huge splash. You look out over the rim, between your dangling feet, to see her staring at you with one wide eye but she seems alright. Beside you on the other hand Marvin's got both hands over his mouth shoulders shaking and cheeks bright pink as he tries to contain his giggles. "Yeah yeah yeah, laugh it up, kitten." You lift an arm only to find it absolutely caked in bubbles, looks like you took his mint lavender bubble bath down with you. Death to the bubble bath! You hold up the now only half full purple bottle. "I have bested you minty fiend! Justice is served!" He's snorting and holding his gut as you tighten the lid and drop it back into the water. You deem that it can just stay there for now and mange to toe off your boots so you can slink your feet into the water too. You're still completely clothed but you don't really care all you wanna do is flop on top of his naked body. Maybe kiss and lick at the droplets running down his collar bone, trace all those scars with your gloved fingertips. No, bad Jackie, down boy down. But...he does really like your suit. No, Jackie, cat and cuddles tonight. He's still snorting against his fist too which is just cute as hell. "God I love your laugh." That cuts it off instantly and increases the redness by a factor of ten. You don't mind though you just smile and shimmy up his body slotting yourself between his knees. Your head comes to rest against his soft chest, right where the stars that scatter down his arm begin. The ink stands out against his skin about as starkly as Sam does, blacks and pinks and purples, all practically twinkling under your cheek and down the arm attached to one of his wandering hands. His fingers find your hair and make you smile, red and black pattern across the nails running through your own neon strands. Looks like one of the little girls at the hospital got to him enough to get him to let her paint them. "Lil' Lucy, eight year old Lucy, with the strawberry headband. She's getting worse, was really scared of the shots they had to give her today. So Henrik let me let her paint my nails while they poked at her." He pulls one away from your hair to show them to you better and you just smile wider. You love that about him, he goes to the children's hospital every day to do magic shows and face paint for the kids. He often ends up staying way later than he needs to doing things like this for them. He just loves others, just like you. He's afraid of most adults though, so you take care of them and he takes care of the little ones. You take that hand in your own and kiss each knuckle lightly. His pulse flutters under your ear and his body shivers. The water's gone a bit cold and Sam is staring at the two of you her front paws propped up on the edge of the bowl where you previously sat. She's dry for the most part, guess you've been in here for a bit now. You kick the drain lever and hold him as he shivers Sam mewing impatiently. She yawns and hops up on the edge watching you both with a tired gaze. "Didn't I say you'd love him?...yeah I love him too." You give her a quick pet right between the ears before you're standing, bubbles cling to you refusing to let go but you don't care. He squeaks and she purrs as you slip out of the basin and scoop him up. Your suit is drenched dripping down onto the tiles below, and his teeth are clattering but you can fix all that. You beacon Sam and she trots at your feet all the way to your shared bedroom. Dawn is poring through the window but a flick of his hand and a few sparkles fix that, drawing the black out curtains and turning on the fairy lights. He squeals and giggles as you toss his naked body on the bed. Sam bounds up next to him as he bounces like she's lived here all her life. She's settling beside him as you peel off, literally peel off, your suit with a lot of difficulty. It falls to the floor in a heavy heap and his noises cease. You look over your shoulder as your mask finally comes off. He's staring with the blankets pulled up to his nose and pink dusting his skin and he's just so darn cute. You flex and strike a goofy pose. "Like what you see, beautiful?" He chuckles into the fabric and nods with fluttering lashes. You think you might've chocked a bit, he never really acts flirty. Shake it off, Jackie, look he's yawning and Sam is pretty much out by the spell book and quill inked into his hip. You toss on your tiger shorts and lean across the bed to hand him his bunny ones. He barely manages to wiggle them on before he's snuggling into your side. As he drifts so does the magic flitting about the room idly. Things that were out of place slink to their homes, just outside you can hear the floating books slot themselves back onto the bookshelf, and the fairy lights above you slowly dim out as his mind shuts down. But as usual little sparks still float from his fingers every other breath and those stars start to glow with overflow energy from the day. You kiss his burns and the gashes the beer bottle left behind, the bruise like dark marks under his eyes, and finally his nose, always a bit pinker than the rest of him. Sam gives you one last look, eye barely slotted open and practically glowing alongside his magical ink. "You're gonna like it here, lil' lady. Its really magical." You would swear she nods at you but you could just be tired. One last pet to her sends her to sleep at Marvin's hip and pulls a smile to your face. You're glad you just couldn't leave her there.

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livinluckyclover · 4 years

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MHA OC: Lily Dalton (Shade)

Warning! Long post ahead! Basically just a bio for my MHA OC, Needed to get it up somewhere.

Actually, if y’all could give me a hand, I’m having a bit of trouble nailing down her personality, if you guys could send me some asks about how she’d react to a situation, or a writing prompt for her, it might help me out a ton! Thanks~

Name: Lily Dalton Gender: Female to gender neutral (honestly, she doesn't care) Age: 31 Sexual Orientation: Pan (small preference toward men, but honestly doesn't care) Occupation: Pro Hero (Combat and Rescue), UA Teacher (Rescue training and general combat), UA Nurse (essentially backup for Recovery Girl if she needs a break) Height: 5'1" (154.94 cm) Weight: 130 lbs (58.967 kg) Hair Color: Orange (Turns black when using her quirk) Hair Style: Pixie-Bob Eye Color: Electric Blue (The sclera (whites) of her eyes turn black on extended use of her quirk) Skin Color: Caucasian Body Type: Pear shape, she's got a decent sized chest albiet a bit small, a bit of chub on her belly, and thick butt and thighs. Nationality: American School: UA High Year: Graduate, now teaching. Distinguishing Features: Skin looks like it hasn't seen the light of day in about 20 years, constantly dresses like she's a punk going to a funeral.

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Hero Profile Hero Name: The Intimidation Hero; Shade

Costume: Black tank top, black shorts, a black hooded cape that stops at her hips, cape can be closed to cover her upper body, knee high combat boots, and finger-less gauntlets that stop at her elbow, and a face mask that really only covers her eyes. (Tank and shorts will swap out for a shirt and pants for colder seasons)

Quirk: Shadow Materialization and Shadow Healing. (It’s one quirk, but I wasn’t sure how to name it)

Weapons: All weapons are made with her quirk, prefers materializing a scythe, oversized mallet, and bo staff (Weapons are mostly used for intimidation)

Support Items: Her Gauntlets, boots, and mask are all support items. The gauntlets and boots are mostly a thick leather with a material mixed in that's similar to Kevlar, with the boots also having a steel toe. The mask is mostly just a set of prescription goggles with some fabric around them to make it a little more appealing. She's basically blind without them or her glasses.

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Extra Personality: Is honestly a very laid-back and relaxed person, she doesn't let much of anything get to her. Doesn't actually smile all that often. Was known as the 'mom friend' in her high school group.

Likes: Spicy food, cooking, junk food, animals, unconventional quirks,

Dislikes: Cold weather, her height, being mistaken for a student, people who call quirks 'villainous' or tell people their only going to be a villain because of their quirk.

Habits: Stress cooks/bakes,

Fears: The death of her friends and family, arachnids,

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Family: Mother: Pro Hero Aqua Jet, quirk: water manipulation, was in America's top ten heros before her death by overdose. (Deceased)

Father: Unknown Villain, quirk: Health, all thats known about her father is how his quirk worked, he could spent energy to heal his target, or drain their health to fix his own wounds. Whereabouts are unknown. (MIA)

Romantic Interests: Has small crushes on some of her fellow teachers and heros at her agency, but will not act on any of them without outside interference. (Crushes are, Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), and Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum))

Allies: Staff of UA and Staff of the Fatgum Agency

Rivals: She honestly doesn't have any time for rivalry, a few people have called her their rival over the years and she just rolls her eyes and tells them to; 'have fun with that'.

Enemies: Much like rivals she doesn't care much for enemies, though anyone who messes with her students or friends and they have to deal with a pissed off mama bear who doesn't take prisoners.

Physical Weaknesses: Lily is a tactical medium to long range fighter, she's not really good at close combat, she knows enough to be able to slip out of range, but she's not taking anyone down with brute force. Her skin is also easily sunburnt due to being so pale,

Mental/Emotional Weaknesses: The deaths of her mother and a high school friend weight heavily on her mind, she still has nightmares about them. She's also quick to rage at her shorter height.

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Quirk Name of your quirk: Shadow Materialization and Shadow Healing

Description: Shadow Materialization: Allows the user to make anything out of shadows, weapons, clothing, armor, shades (clones basically) of herself or other people, or even just shadow like tendrils to wrap around her opponents. Shadow Healing: Lily can push her shadows into her target to assist in the healing process, reforging broken bones, strained and pulled muscles, and gashes.

Strengths: Shadow Materialization: Due to this quirk, she is next to never truly alone or defenseless. She can always pull out a weapon or shade to assist her in combat, usually picking a shade of someone with a lot of physical strength to counter her long range combat. If she knows specific measurements, such as height and weight, she can create a copy of a friend or ally that she can summon anytime after the first creation. She isn't able to copy their quirks however. Shadow Healing: If she or a partner gets injured in combat, Lily can place a shadow on the injury to mitigate the pain until they have a moment for her to fully heal the damage. This quirk also takes very little of the targets actual stamina to heal, instead relying on Lily's own stamina reserves.

Weaknesses: Both Quirks take up a lot of energy depending on the situation, healing small cuts and scrapes or making clothing doesn't take up that much, but healing a shattered bone or creating a bunch of shades take up a lot of energy. Also the healing factor isn't near instantaneous like Recovery Girl's is, hers takes time, though it's a lot less then actual recovery time. Cuts and smaller injuries take minutes, while broken bones and deep gashes can take a couple hours. Due to the high amount of energy needed to work her quirk, Lily needs to eat and sleep a bit more then the normal person, this doesn't always work out when you're both a pro hero and a teacher. Constantly has to do Stamina training to ensure she has the energy for longer fights. When she goes into an emotional state in combat her shadows turn from smooth fleshed out items to sticky and sludge like.

What age did you obtain it: Age 5 for both quirks to manifest, but she didn't realize she also had healing until age 7.

How did you obtain it (what was happening at the time): Her shadow quirk manifested while she was at home, she was trying to reach a cookie jar on a high shelf, but before she could drag a chair over her quirk activated and it reached out to grab the jar to hand it down to her, she nearly dropped it several times but she did get it. She discovered her healing quirk on a day out with her family that turned into chaos thanks to a villain attack, while her mother and aunt joined into the fray, and her grandmother assisted with redirecting people to get out of there, she was left with her elderly great grandmother and her younger cousin, who was only 2 at the time. She was using her shadows to make a protective wall so they didn't get hit with the flying debris, one bit of debris make it through an unprotected side and gave her a nasty cut, on her arm. she didn't even notice her healing side activated to cover the wound and start healing until everything died down. The cut was fully healed by the time paramedics arrived to take on the injured.

Quirk Overuse: If she overuses her quirk she gets black marks along her body that are super sensitive and painful when touched, like a really bad bruise or sunburn. They will not go away until she gets a good meal and some decent sleep to recover her stamina.

Trivia: Shadow Materialization is actually an interesting quirk, everyone in her family has the ability to pass it down, weather or not they have the quirk, but it always skips a generation, and doesn't always follow specific branches of the family tree. Both Lily and her eldest cousin have this quirk, but her mother, aunt, nor her grandmother had it. Her great aunt did. No one's real sure who originally had this quirk or how it passes along. It also tends to mix with other quirks rather well, but it's only the shadow quirk that'll pass down, not the 'side quirk'

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Super Moves "Release The Kraken"; A modified version of her mothers super move. Creates a bunch of large tendrils that flail around wildly taking out anything and anyone in their way. Its very dangerous and can't be used around a bunch of people or buildings as this is a high damage attack with little control.

"Hammer Time"; Lily manifests her oversized mallet and brings it down on top of her opponent. Uses a weaker version on her friends or allies when their being stupid, or they piss her off.

"Hell Unleashed"; Mostly used as an intimidation tactic, Lily manifests her scythe and buries the blade in the ground, causing a shadow fissure to 'crack' the ground and cause a bunch of shades to climb out, like the denizens of hell are coming up to do battle for their 'master'. If the intimidation doesn't work, hey, dog pile on the villain.

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Statistics Power: 2/5 D Speed: 3/5 C Technique: 5/5 A Intelligence: 4/5 B Cooperativeness: 4/5 B

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Biography

Lily was born to a Hero mother and an unknown villain father after essentially a one-night stand. Her mother loved her to bits and pieces anyway, despite not being the most fit for motherhood.

Lily was more or less raised by her great grandmother as her mother had a lot of hero work to do, but she didn't mind.

Lily was raised around hero's her entire life, her great grandmother a retired support hero and was content in spending her remaining days caring for Lily and using her plant quirk for gardening. Her grandmother was a soon to be retired combat hero, also with a plant quirk. Her aunt a thriving combat hero with the same plant quirk, who often paired up with Lily's mother, as combat was sometimes the only way for the two sisters to get along. Not even mentioning her great uncles, who were both strong heroes in their own right.

When her quirks manifested the rest of the family was a bit worried, as the last user, her great aunt, was the black sheep of the family who left to become a villain.

Her mother wasn't too worried though, and had the whole family help in training her to become the hero her mother thought she could be. Despite the initial worry, they saw Lily improve with her quirk and had a willingness to help others. Her smile bright and wide.

What was worrying them now was her mother, who started looking more and more tired, and her eyes were losing their light, and her smile a bit more forced. Her aunt just thought it might've been that her job was weighing on her and thought little more of it.

Not after Lily's 14th birthday, her aunt pitched the idea she had rolling around in her head for a while, she was planning on moving her family, her husband and three sons, out to Japan for some out of the country schooling, and since Lily was coming of age to go into high school soon, she thought it would be a good idea to take her along so she could try her luck in joining one of the most elite hero schools in the world, UA High. Everyone thought it was a good idea, and so the planned move had begun.

It wasn't even a week into planning that her aunt received a phone call from her and her mothers hero agency. They found her mother in a hotel room in another state while she was on a job, she had overdosed on painkillers, there was no note, or anything other then the sheer amount of drugs in her system, there was no other prints other then the staffs and the mothers, so it wasn't a villain attack, so it was ruled either an accident, or a suicide.

The planning was put on hold so they could arrange the funeral, and Lily was thrown from her happy attitude into a sad pit of despair.

After the move and entrance exam into UA high, she got accepted and joined the hero class 1-B, She was one of the best students that didn't get in on recommendation, and despite constantly shooting him glares, she got drug into Hizashi Yamada's friend group. She hit it off quick with Shota Aizawa, and slowly warmed up to Oboro and Hizashi.

The four of them were near inseparable, though it took a hard hit when Oboro died, causing all of them to close in on themselves. Lily was the first to pull herself from the pits, as she had to deal with it before. At that point she had to become the mom friend to help the other two out of their funk, ensuring they got enough sleep and got actual food in their system, even if she had to near force them (Aizawa) to do it.

After graduating and working in Japan for a couple years, she returned with her family to America, though not without leaving Aizawa a few threats that if she found out he wasn't properly taking care of himself that she would fly back out of beat him.

She stayed in America for a few years before receiving a phone call from UA high, Principle Nezu had called her to ask if she wished to return to Japan and take up a teaching position along with some backup for Recovery girl, who was getting on in years.

She agreed and bid her family goodbye, and returned to Japan to assist her school in teaching the next generation, and making sure they didn't kill themselves before graduation.

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