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The Hungry Lion Throws Itself on the Antelope | Kinktober 2024 | “cut your crooked teeth”

prompt: indulgence

pairing: alex/portia

word count: 2010

song: “icicle” by tori amos

I couldn’t stop thinking about that. I lay there on the bed with my legs pivoted up over me and my thighs wide open; even though she had left the room and gone into the kitchen to fix us up some coffee and a bit of breakfast, I lay there with one hand right over my forehead, and my other hand rested down on my chest.

Portia and I both had gotten dressed, especially since it was much colder in the house that morning; she told me it was about to snow again that day, and thus, she walked about the house in nothing more than a little knit sweater and her panties.

“I like looking at your legs, anyway,” I confessed to her, to which she squinted her eyes at me as if she wanted to tease me right then. It helped that I had rolled over onto my side and propped my head up in my hand as if I was modeling for her.

“You like my legs while I like your little belly,” she retorted back to me; I showed her tongue and placed my other arm down the side of my body to show her the shape of me. I could feel the little extra flesh underneath the pivot of my elbow, this slight little roll right underneath my arm, all around my waist.

Portia hooded her eyes and then she leaned into my face for a kiss on my lips, followed by a gentle pat on my belly. That was when I rolled over onto my back and showed her body, even though I had clothes on at that point. She patted my belly again, and that time I covered myself up with my arms to tease her a little bit.

“You’re going to get it later, big boy,” she teased me, and then she sashayed out of there and into the proverbial refrigerator that was the house.

I lay there and relished in the warmth that radiated through my body right then. I never wanted this to end, and I never wanted her to stop this, either. One thing remained for certain and that was the fact that I was back. The teenage hedonist within me wanted to come on out again and he was hungry, and if anything, he was hungrier than ever. This time, the hunger emerged from two places, from below the belt as well as the pit of my stomach.

There was something just so wrong about it, and yet it felt all so right at the same time. When she touched my belly, the feeling trickled down to between my legs and vice versa.

I also couldn’t stop thinking about how she tied me down yesterday, too. There was a part of me that wanted more of that, to have her tuck me into a chair and give me all the things that I asked for. Or rather, what she wanted to see me eat.

I thought about the fact that she loved donuts, and that was all I could think about as well. I had the craziest idea for us to head on back down to Hollywood again to the donut shop before I left for the Bay Area, but I wondered how we would do that if it was going to snow more between that day and the day I went back up north. But it was something I wanted to do, and I had a hunch she was thinking it herself, too.

The smell of coffee floated into the room right then, and I knew that breakfast was nearly there.

I climbed off the bed and padded into the kitchen: I could feel it when I walked, a few extra pounds around my waist from right under the hem of my shirt.

I could smell it from the kitchen, the sweetness of waffles adjacent to the brewed coffee. When I walked in there to be next to her, I watched her slicing some fresh fruit. She showed me the knife blade, and then she picked up a half of a strawberry and held it to my mouth.

I took it from her fingers with nothing more than my tongue.

“Delicious,” I told her. “Nice and tangy.”

I swallowed it down, and I knew I was hungrier than I had initially realized from before. I spotted her waffle iron sitting out on the counter.

“How many waffles am I getting?” I asked her.

“It’ll be a nice little surprise for your little tummy,” she vowed to me with a pat on my face. “Ooh, your face is getting a little bit chubby, too.”

“I’ve always had kind of a round face,” I confessed to her with a little smile. She eyed my buck teeth, and I wanted to hide them right then.

“No need to hide from me,” she assured me, “especially when I’ve seen you.”

I squinted my eyes at her and I decided to swing my hips a little bit on the walk around the edge of the bar to my seat. Within time, my big plate of waffles and fresh fruit arrived with the cup of coffee.

“You’re still on vacation, baby—it’s time to indulge,” she whispered right into my ear, and then she kissed me on the side of the face followed by the actual rim of my ear.

“And how,” I declared, and I made sure I counted the waffles right in that she had made me four big ones. There was bare ground outside so I knew I wasn’t going to be shoveling that day. I knew I probably would again tomorrow, but I still felt rather exposed at the sight of the plate before me. It was a lot, plus there was whatever else she wanted to make for me over the day and dinner that evening. I was surprised that I hadn’t put on a few more pounds after all of that.

“Time to cut your teeth some more upon this vast world that I live in,” she whispered into my ear. It was as if she had read my mind. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she held still there next to me with one hand on the back of the chair. I lowered my gaze to her body and the red apron wrapped around her waist.

“That’s new,” I told her, and she lifted up the top part of it next to her hip.

“What, this? This has been in my family since I was still in elementary school. Before they left for San Diego, my mom told me I had earned it. I feel like I’ve especially earned it with you in particular.”

“The chef who loved me,” was all I could say aloud.

“Correction,” she stated with the raising of her finger to my face. I crossed my eyes at the sight of the tip right before the tip of my nose. “The baker who loved you.”

I smiled at her again, and I picked up my fork. I looked down at the plate in front of me, at those crispy warm waffles dotted in that sliced fruit and a few little pats of butter.

“I assume I get a reward out of all of this,” I confessed to her.

“Me, and there’s a bottle of Prosecco in the fridge, too.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip at the sound of that. I wasn’t really much of a wine guy, but booze was booze.

I sloughed off a piece of waffle and tucked it into my mouth. Light and fluffy and the butter and fruit were the perfect touches.

“Oh my god,” I said with my mouth full, “it’s really good.”

Portia never returned to the kitchen as I ate my breakfast. The strawberries were juicy, the blueberries were as ripe and plump as me, and I simply could not stop licking the tines of the fork for that melted butter.

I thought for sure that it would be a lot, eating four big Belgian waffles straight out of the iron with all of that fruit on top but it was surprisingly just enough for me.

Once I had mopped up the last bite of waffle, I leaned back in the chair and drank down my coffee. She then reached across me for a rub of my belly.

“Ooh, yeah, I’d say you’ve had enough,” she assured me. “Or have you?”

“You know me, Portia, I like to be comfortable,” I promised her.

“Comfortable, or comfortably hedonistic?”

“I’d say both,” I said to her, and I couldn’t resist the smirk.

She returned to the kitchen for a couple more fresh strawberries, except this time she never sliced them. Instead, she picked them up by the stems and brought them back to me. The one in her left hand she held right in front of my face. It smelled so sweet and tangy. The flesh was again, as ripe and plump as me.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked me in a light voice that almost sounded like a whisper, such that it was beginning to drive me wild.

“The only thing missing from that thing is chocolate,” was all I could think of.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m a fucking bastard who needs to be hogtied down to the chair and punished until he’s a good boy,” was the other thing I thought of.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” she repeated it a third time, and I swore she was getting at something here that I couldn’t fully understand yet. But at the same time, I knew the answer to it.

“I’m like a fat boy who wants to try everything,” I said, and that time she held the berry up to my lips. I opened my mouth, and she slipped it onto my tongue. I locked eyes with her as if I was trying to work some dark magic on her.

But then again, she was the one who worked her magic on me. She had opened me up to all of this, and now I was in too deep. I was in too deep and yet I loved the taste of it.

And she was right, too. I may as well kick back some more while I was there.

I sank my teeth down into the strawberry, right around the pit, and I tugged my head back away from her hand. She held the stem in between her fingers for a second, and then she set it down on my empty plate right next to the fork. I never moved my eyes away from her as I ate up at that strawberry. Oh, how I wished I knew what she was thinking at that very moment.

She held the other strawberry to my mouth, but she hesitated for a second. She then nodded to the front doors behind me.

I turned around to find the little light flakes raining down on the front porch.

“Beautiful,” I remarked, and then I returned to her. “Like we’re living in a little snow globe of sorts. I’m guessing you think this is the best time to indulge and everything?”

“I don’t just think it,” she assured me. “I know it. This is undoubtedly the best time to let loose and let your belly start to hang out over your waist.”

“I have a question,” I began again. “When this stops, could we possibly go back down the hill again for more donuts?”

“Ah, but you have to eat the ones we have at the moment first,” she told me with a wag of her finger. “But don’t worry, I’ll have some friends to come over to help us with it.”

“Like a party?”

“Yeah! A little party before you go back up again. Now, open.” I opened my mouth again, and same as before, I sank my teeth down right around the stem. I still wasn’t going to let her win at this.

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Chapter Three - Call Me Sir Again

*Chapter Summary - After butting heads a couple of times, Dabi comes to the conclusion that he and Sora are very much alike in many ways, including something that he will never admit to.

Chapter one HERE

Weeks went by with no word from Shigaraki. Sora and the others grew worried that he had been captured, so Sora took to watching the news every day to make sure he and the rest of her new friends hadn't been captured, since none of them self comfortable enough to check in with each other too often.

She was keeping her head low, being careful when she went out into public for too long, making sure not to in one area for too long. Somewhere down the line, Dabi found her a wig that hid her face enough and made her look like a whole new, younger person. It was a bit surprising when he came back one day and gave it to her out of nowhere, though she was very impressed with it.

The first few days, Dabi bought them a room in a little air b&b on the outskirts of town, tucked deep into the woods, so there would be no disturbances. Mostly, he got the place so they had somewhere to shower quickly and sleep it off for a few hours, though both were pretty difficult with her leg bandaged up.

After that, he decided it would be best if they rented a small apartment, something where Sora could hide easily and gave them both enough space to sleep--when Dabi showed up, that was.

Dabi had taken to leaving for days at a time, not calling her to check in or let her know when he might be coming back. He'd appear for a little while to make sure she was doing okay and disappear sometime during the night.

Normally, she heard him slipping out. It was hard for her to fall asleep, so she laid awake and stared out the window that her bed sat in front of, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and Dabi's shallow breaths until he woke up. She found herself asking him where he was going at all hours of the night, but all he would ever tell her was that he was looking for recruits.

"I don't understand why you can't wait for Shigaraki's word." Sora said one day after Dabi climbed through her opened window and sat at the tiny table. "You also have a key; you don't have to become Spiderman."

"Finding new villains for the League can't wait." Dabi stated firmly, grabbing for a piece of toast that Sora had just made for herself. "When he does give us that call, I want to be ready."

"It sounds like you're trying to create your own League. Isn't there some guy that's helping Shigaraki find recruits? He found you and Himiko." Sora took the piece of toast back from him and took a huge bite out of it.

Dabi rolled his eyes and stood up, making his way over to the fridge and pulling the door open. He leaned over to look inside. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. But there might be someone he misses. Don't you have any juice boxes?"

"Are you two?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "There's a whole carton of juice in there. Grab a cup like a normal human being." She sat in the chair, seeing as only one came with the apartment, she wanted to sit in it to finish eating her breakfast.

Grumbling something she couldn't understand, Dabi reached in and pulled out an energy drink that she stored in there for training, though she hardly ever drank them because she stopped at a cafe just down the street before she trained. It was a little problem. "Why aren't you working on your Quirk?"

"You told me to take the day off. I'm really going to need you to decide what you want, sir."

Dabi was beside her instantly. He sat the drink down on the table and lifted her chin up with a single finger. "Call me 'sir' again." He breathed.

She gasped, nearly choking on the last piece of toast. Looking up at Dabi, she saw his eyes were wider than usual, and his brows were knitted together, almost in confusion. "Excuse me?" Was all she could say.

"Just what I thought. Princess better not mouth off again." He huffed and let go of her chin.

Sora grabbed his wrist, right where his burn scars ended, and she felt each one of the metal hoops that were perminetally attached. The first time she ever touched one, she thought it would be gross, like touching a reptile, but that wasn't exactly it. The scars did feel rough, but it still felt like skin. When she touched him the first time, she couldn't help but to pause and stare, which made Dabi think she was appalled, and it caused a rift in between them for a couple of days. "Is that why you've stuck around for so long? You think you can get some?"

Dabi hesitated, caught off guard by the fact he was just grabbed. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "Somebody needs to take care of you."

****

Himiko was the one who called Sora the most. She would talk on the phone for hours, telling Sora about the boys she met, but that they just couldn't stand up to Izuku Midoriya.

When she was done explaining her need for Midoriya's blood, she would always ask how things were going with Dabi and if anything had sparked between them yet. And every time, Sora would groan and tell Himiko that nothing would ever happen between the two.

"He isn't my type." Sora would exclaim.

"But you're his." Himiko would giggle on the other end of the phone. "And last week, you told me that he got mad at you for talking to a delivery guy for too long."

"He didn't want the guy to realize he was talking with an escaped hero turned villain."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

It was rare to hear from any of the other villains, though she assumed they were just trying their best not to screw this up for any of them. When they did talk, they refrained from giving their location, even went so far as to not really mentioning places they visited. If one of them was caught, they would never be able to give away locations of the League.

As time went on, Sora read some rather concerning articles about charred bodies found in dark allies all throughout Japan. Police thought it strange because there were no other identifiable things that were burned, just the bodies, and most of them were hard to justify as an actual body. It was clear where Dabi had been running off to in the middle of the night.

"Dabi?" Sora opened the bathroom door to see the mysterious boy sitting on the bed, his coat draped over the foot of the mattress, and his shoes kicked off at the door, for once. She let out a small sigh of relief. "I told you to knock on the bathroom door if I'm in the shower."

Dabi rested his head against the wall, his eyes closed and his hands clasped over his stomach. "Mmmhm. You tell me a lot of things."

"Seriously, Dabi. One of these days I'm going to open this door and that's when my Quirk is going to mysteriously start working." She began drying her hair with a towel, squeezing as much water out as she could. "I keep thinking somebody broke in."

"That'll never happen on my watch."

"How will you know? You're off all day, burning people."

His eyes opened and they shifted over to her. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're all over the news. Keep going and you're going to get caught. That wasn't the point of all this." She threw the towel up to dry and walked over to the closet to pick out some clothes.

"I am?" She felt the smirk to his voice and she refrained from rolling her eyes.

"Not the point. You better slow down. How many people have you killed?"

"I only killed those who weren't worthy."

"Aren't worthy?" Sora turned around to face him. "Dabi, that sounds crazy."

"I am crazy, princess." He winked at her without missing a beat. "I kill people, remember?"

"When I met you, I had killed more people than you." Sora reminded him. She pulled out a skater dress with the ribs cut out and a pair of biker shorts to go underneath it. "So that little act you have going on? Not impressive."

Dabi was beside her in a second, one hand against the door of the closet, causing Sora to gasp and drop her clothes to the floor. She held her robe together as she stared up at him. "A while back I told you to remember your place. That still applies. You're still the pro hero in training in my eyes and you know how I feel about those ass hats." He said through gritted teeth, peering down at her with a blood-thirsty look swimming in his eyes.

"Then kill me." Sora put it simply, giving him an easy out. There were days that she was sure Dabi was tired of babysitting her, probably even sick of waiting for her Quirk to get back in working order. She never asked for this life, never asked to be a hero nor a villain, it didn't matter to her either way she went at this point. If she stuck around long enough to reek havoc on those who wronged her, she was happy, but not if it meant working with somebody who couldn't treat her as an equal. "Kill me if you feel so inclined to do so. But try to find somebody out there with as much hatred for those heroes. They didn't care about helping me, either. The one mistake I made, they threw away the key and never gave me a second thought. Never bothered to check in on me, to ask how I was doing. They pumped me full of drugs to keep my Quirk at bay and nearly killed me in the process. So go ahead, Dabi, kill me if you think for a second that I would ever go back to being called a hero."

He was silent for a moment as he towered over her, hunching to get in her face. Inches away from her nose, she caught a whiff of burning flesh, causing her to believe Dabi had just finished another one of his mass murders. It was a bit early for that, but she didn't put it passed the blue flamed boy, he was eager to kill now that he was on his streak.

For a moment, Sora thought he might burn her to a crisp right there. There was no emotion to his eyes, though his mouth twitched a few times as if he were going to say something. When he didn't, he broke their eye contact and gazed down at her lips. Butterflies broke free in her tummy and she felt goosebumps appear on the back of her neck. Was he thinking about kissing her? Or murdering her?

Dabi pulled back, slouching as he tucked his hands into his coat pockets. He rarely ever wore anything to hid himself, which made Sora wonder how he hadn't been caught yet. "How did it feel?"

Blinking, Sora looked up at him, still clutching her robe against her. "How did what feel?"

"To be abandoned by Endeavor and the other pros after promising to make you a better hero."

"Worthless." Sora said without thinking. "Like I just lost..." She paused, unsure if she wanted to get into her true feelings after that moment with Dabi. "He was a tough mentor, but I always viewed him as a father figure, seeing as I never had one. In school, he picked me to intern for him. He picked me after I graduated to be trained along side him, to better myself. He wanted me to be as strong as he was. He was harsh and had no real social skills, but I thought that he truly did care for me, somewhere deep down."

"He has no feelings." Dabi huffed. "None of the heroes do. The world would be much better without them around."

Sora always had a strange feeling that Dabi had more to his backstory than he let on. In fact, she wasn't sure he ever went into detail about why he hated everyone so much. Day by day, she saw his hatred for the pro heroes grow. Something happened to him, and she wasn't going to push it, but it felt bigger than just locking him up and throwing away the key. "I'm going to get dressed. Still be here when I get out?" She asked, calmly.

He turned his head to the opened window, which he'd previously climbed into, despite him having a key to the apartment. "Dunno."

"I'd like it if you stayed. You need a break from those murders of yours before you cremate more of yourself." She stated, picking up her clothes and walking into the bathroom, not really expecting him to stick around just because she asked. Dabi did what he wanted, when he wanted. That was why he never stuck around, he had a mission--a duty, and he was going to finish it out on his own.

She turned around and walked back into the bathroom, wondering if she should tell Dabi the whole truth about her hero days, but the thought of replaying those moments caused her skin to itch and she felt her stomach tighten. Maybe if she kept it to herself until she was ready.

Looking into the mirror, Sora saw a girl she no longer recognized. The girl staring back at her was different from the girl she saw a few months ago. This one had more freedom, despite her current situation. She had friends, she had a family. And it only took them a few days to really accept her. How ironic.

With her clothes on, she stepped out of the bathroom to see Dabi gone, the window wide open as if he had just left. She sighed, wondering if he would ever stay long enough for them to have a normal conversation.

Her phone started to buzz on the table. She picked it up without looking at the name, assuming it was Himiko. It was around that time for her to call in and check up on her.

"Hello?"

"I can't get Dabi to answer his phone. I assume he's still with you." Shigaraki's cold voice was on the other end.

"He just left." She stated, taking a seat on the bed. "Why?"

"Catch him and tell him it's time. I'll message you the location. Bring that asshole if you have to drag him by his hair!" He ordered. Sora heard the faint buzz as the line cut off.

"Nice to talk to you, too." She mumbled, glancing down at the message that flashed across her screen.

She saved opening it for later, so she wouldn't forget, and looked for Dabi's number. She quickly called him with no answer, which was a bit weird. He rarely answered his phone, but he typically picked up for hers.

Something felt wrong. She tried to call Dabi again, and this time it went straight to his voicemail. She pulled the phone away and looked at the number, making sure she was calling the right person.

Is he ignoring me? She thought as she typed up a quick message to tell him that Shigaraki called and they were all meeting up soon. Hitting send, the message failed immediately. He turned his phone completely off...

****

"You still haven't heard from Dabi?" Himiko asked as she twirled one of her knives in the air. "What a prick."

"I left a voicemail and told him what happened back at the warehouse. He hasn't stopped by the apartment, either." Sora watched out the window of the apartment, hoping by some chance she would see him prowling around outside.

"Maybe he was killed. I've seen the news, he's been a busy man." Himiko shrugged then paused. She looked up at Sora, her eyes wide and her mouth opened. "I'm sorry... you liked him, didn't you? I'm sure he's fine!"

Sora felt her cheeks warm up at the thought of liking Dabi. She couldn't fall for a guy like him, he was emotionally unavailable, a guy who could never feel anything towards her at all. He made that abundantly clear from the moment they ran away together. "I don't know what I think about him anymore. I mean, what kind of guy does this to a girl he's helping?" She sighed. "I've lost all progress we made..."

"Are you saying that you can't use your Quirk still?" The little girl tilted her head.

"I'm saying that it's hard since Dabi quit pushing me. I can't explain it, but it's like he knew how to get under my skin, make me angry, and that always helped me power up. Anger, it fuels me."

"Here," Toga raised her knife in the air, ready to slash somebody. "Let me take a swing at you, see how angry you get."

Sora giggled and shook her head. "I don't think so." She looked over at her friend. "What does Overhaul want with me? He said he was working on a drug to stop Quirks. What could he possibly want with me?"

During this meeting at the warehouse, Twice had brought a potential new recruit named Overhaul. The interview was meant to be nice and pleasant with no trouble, so Tomura claimed. Of course, nothing went exactly as planned and in the process, they lost Big Sis Magne and Compress' arm. After the fact, Overhaul warned Tomura and the others that he would be expecting Sora change sides and start working with him, as he could use someone with her type of power.

If only Dabi had been there, she wondered if Magne would still be alive, or if Compress would still have his arm. Today showed her just how much they really needed Dabi and his flames, and she bet that he knew that, too. If only he stuck around long enough when they actually needed him.

"I'm gonna kill him." Himiko said through gritted teeth. "Him and every single one of his members. They can all die."

"Dabi would have had him up in flames." Sora cracked a small smile, thinking back to the night of the bar. He'd let his walls down just enough to show concern for her. Regardless if he was actually worried or not, it felt nice that somebody was willing to fight for her.

Toga paused, then smiled, too. "Yeah... he would have. Hey, are you gonna be okay if I head out? Twice asked me to stop by his place for a sec and I don't want Tomura to think we're ganging up behind his back."

Sora waved a hand and nodded. "Go ahead, I actually just want to rest a little while, maybe go on a walk."

Sora threw on some shoes and a jacket, deciding on walking Toga outside before they went their separate ways at the fork in the road. She needed a walk to clear her head, to get her mind off of the Overhaul thing. It amazed her that two villains wanted her on their team, and yet they knew that she was Quirkless until she could heal from all the damage. Of course, once she got back into her groove, she'd be unstoppable.

Her usual park was closed due to an attack earlier that day, so Sora took a route to her second favorite place, an abandoned stretch of beach. It wasn't a very large one, in fact, you could see from one end to the other pretty easily during the day, but it was still nice and private. There was a little shack sitting above one of the rock formations, which Sora took to hiding in a couple of times, just to get away.

She left her shoes on the boardwalk to feel the sand between her toes as she walked along the sand, sticking close to the water. For someone who hated water, she loved to sit and listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, and watch the sun disappear beyond the horizon. It gave her a sense of humanity, reminding her that she might have a strong Quirk, but she was still human on the inside, she still held human emotions.

"There you are, little mouse."

Sora jumped in the air and landed with her hands ready for a fight. She saw a familiar looking figure sitting on the steps to the shack, slouched over his knees with his hands clasped in front of him. "Dabi?" She blinked.

"Sorry for the scare." He said, lazily. "You weren't back at the apartment. I figured you'd gone off with this Overhaul guy."

She let her hands fall to her sides and she walked up to the wood steps. "You couldn't tell by my voicemail that I was upset over it?"

"Yeah," Dabi shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to look up at her. "Doesn't mean you wouldn't have gone with him."

"Tomura is furious over it, too. Even if I wanted to join Overhaul, I don't think he would let me. Though the way Overhaul talked about this drug, it has me wondering."

"Sounds like he might just be using it as an excuse to get Tomura jealous. You don't think he really has a drug that can erase Quirks, do you?"

Sora tucked her hair behind her ears. "Either way, to think I might get answers about the drugs they gave me.... If he has those kinds of drugs, maybe they're the same ones."

"I would have been here sooner but... I had something to take care of." He mumbled, changing the subject, possibly to get her mind off of it.

"I thought you just got tired of me. You could have said something, you ass." Sora smacked his leg playfully.

He finally pulled his head up to look at her. He bore that same empty stare that he nearly always had, except she thought she might have seen something leave his eyes as he faced her. "Didn't want you in the middle of it. Turned out to be a dead end anyway, but it might've been more. If the police caught me, there was no way in hell they were going to find you."

"Awe, you do care about me." She teased.

"You and I aren't so different from each other."

Sora tilted her head a little and leaned against the railing, looking up at him. "Will you ever tell me your story?"

"When you need to know it." He said simply.

"You say we're alike." She pondered on that for a moment, thinking if all the ways they might be linked. It was enough for him to feel the need to keep her around. "You were an orphan, too?"

"Something like that." Dabi shrugged. "Enough guessing games. I can feel something big coming up and I need you to be prepared." He rose to his feet and jumped over the railing, landing perfectly on his feet. "That Quirk of yours is going to work eventually."

"How do you know?" Sora stepped back down into the sand. "I haven't been able to use it in weeks, you think it's just going to start now?"

"Do you trust me?" He faced her.

She paused, thinking over those words carefully. "You mean, do I trust a villain who won't even tell me where he goes every night?"

"Do you trust me as in the guy that protects you."

"Again, you're hardly around. If I'm attacked and you aren't there..."

"Answer the damn question."

"I want to trust you."

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Be Right Back

Based off of this ask 

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A/N: WEDDING DAY SMUTT!! I split this request up, 4/5 and 3/6

3. “Ought t’fuck you right here if I have to.”

6. “You have no idea what I’m thinking about right now.”

Harry was horny. Harry was so hard, he thought he could cut glass. He tried to block out his filth ridden thoughts, he really did. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he wanted to do to, and with his new wife. Harry tried to be fully present in the conversation with your bother, but it was a bit hard to do when he was sporting a hard-on towards the guys sister. Fortunately for Harry, the conversation came to a halt when your sister-in-law steals your brother away. This gives Harry the opportunity to seek out his beautiful bride. He looks around the room for you and he spots your white gown across the room. He weaves in and out of the crowd of family and friends and comes over to where you were sitting. 

“Now I know such a pretty girl like you isn’t all by herself. If I were your boyfriend or husband, I’d keep with me at all times.” You hear Harrys voice nearing and you turn your legs out, inviting him to sit in front of you.

“He’s around here somewhere” you sigh smiling the man that was now sitting in front of you. You decided to sit out of all the festivities for the time being, in an attempt to recharge your batteries so you could get back to the fun. Harry slides his chair closer to yours so that your knees were touching, he sits his drink on the table and grabs your hands, thumbing over your wedding ring. 

“I love you Mrs. Styles” he says, leaning over to kiss you. 

“I love you even more Mr. Styles” you reply, meeting Harrys lips.

“I don’t think that’s even possible” he pulls away from your lips looking over your figure. You changed into a more comfortable dress after the wedding and harry couldn’t get enough of it. He thought you looked so delicate and pretty, he just needed you in some way.

“C’mere baby” he opens his arms to you and you move to sit in his lap. As soon as you sat down, you stood right back up. 

“Harry!” You gasp, and lightly shove his shoulder. Harry chuckles at your reaction, and pulls you back down onto his lap. 

“If it makes y’feel any better, s’all because of you baby” he kisses the area below your ear and pulls you further into his lap. 

“That makes it so much better” you say, your voice ridden with sarcasm.

“You have no idea what I’m thinking about right now.” He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“What are you thinkin’ about” you ask this even though you already had a clue to what his response was. You turn in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck to get a better look at him. 

“So much baby” he begins “been thinkin’ about how good you’ll look with just y’ring on” he begins. “How good you’ll feel wrapped around my cock” Harry continues, getting closer and closer to your face. “How you’ll be screaming my name by the end of the night” he finishes, smearing his lips onto yours. You feel things warming up between your legs. You were trying to keep your flustered feelings at bay, but Harry was making it really hard. He slightly pulls his lips away from yours, and you chase after his lips. “Ought t’fuck you right here if I have to.” He chuckles at your urgency, and he taps your lower back for you to stand up from his lap. He stands up behind you, pulling you out of the large room. You and Harry get stopped along the way, to which you both quickly reassure almost everyone in your path that you were only stepping out for a little to get some fresh air. When you both eventually make it out to the lobby, Harry pulls you in the direction of your dressing room from earlier. Once inside, Harry closes and locks the door behind you two. He presses you against the door and he kisses you full force. Harry swallows all of your moans and presses his body against yours, his bulge pressing against your lower stomach. He lifts you up, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs. You feel the coolness of his wedding band against your skin and it only fuels your desire for him. You cup the sides of his face and you kiss him harder than before. 

Harry then moves towards the couch against the wall and he lays you back against the cushions. He separates his lips from yours and he looks at your splayed out figure beneath him. 

“Y’look so beautiful” he pants, gawking at how you looked, almost angelic. Now, he wanted to taint your halo just a little bit. You soon break Harry out of his thoughts, needing him to do something already.  

“Mr. Husband, are you going to fuck your wife now or what?” you question, growing impatient. 

“If you insist” he sighs jokingly, pushing your dress up above your hips and his eyes hone in on your little surprise for him. “To rip, or not to rip, that is the question” he ponders over whether or not he’d rip your panties off. 

“Oh my god, just shove your dick inside of me already!” you whine pulling at his pants, and undoing his belt. He chuckles at your reaction and he pulls your panties down your legs. He spreads your legs, resting between them. 

“Such a pretty little pussy” he admires, shoving his pants down his legs, and gripping his cock. “Y’ready?” He pushes his cock against your center. You nod your head and he pushes into you. 

“Fuck” you whine digging your nails into his biceps through his shirt.

“Feel so good baby” harry pants, pushing deeper into you. Harry takes some deep breaths, overwhelmed at how tight you were squeezing him. He starts to thrust into you, pushing his cock into you so deep you felt him in your tummy. Your head rolls against the fabric of the couch, unable to do anything else in response to the intense pleasure Harry was giving you. 

“Harder” you pant, needing harry to just slam into you. 

“Y’want me to go harder” he questions, pulling out of you, moving to flip you over and he yanks you back into him. He slams back into you and you claw at the arm of the couch. The only sounds in the room are Harrys pants, your gasps, and the sound of Harrys skin slapping against yours. “Fuck, m’gonna cum” harry pants, his grip on you tightens and his hips begin to slam into you harder. He moves his fingers to your clit and you feel your orgasm bubbling up inside of you.

“Harry” you moan loudly, cumming hard around him, with Harry not far behind. Harry lets you both catch your breath before slowly pulling out of you, and he reaches onto the floor to grab your panties. He slides them back onto you and he flips your dress back down. He helps you up off of the couch and onto your wobbly feet. 

“Told yeh you’d be screamin’ my name” he says matter of factly, fixing his clothes making sure to tuck, button and fasten everything  back into place.

“If this is gonna be forever, Im not so sure about this” you quirk your brow up at him through the full length mirror in the corner of the room. 

“Sorry baby, you’re kinda stuck with me” Harry wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Well theres no one else I’d rather be stuck with other than you Mr. Styles.” You look at him through the mirror, admiring the man who you now called your husband.

“I love you more than you know Mrs. Styles, I’d be honored to be stuck with you.” he turns you around in his grasp and gives you a kiss that was the same, if not similar to the kiss you had at the end of your wedding, just with a lot more tongue.

“I guess we have to go back out there and be the happy couple.” Harry pouts planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Less than 24 hours and we’ll be on our way to our honeymoon destination which by the way, I’d really like to know.” You pull Harry out of the room to go back to the party. 

“One, thats for me to know and you to find out, and two, I don’t think I’ll make it 24 hours.” He trails behind you. 

You and Harry danced the rest of the night away, downing the last pieces of your once beautiful cake, and downing almost an entire bottle of champagne between the two of you. You both were enjoying your post wedding and post sex bliss, making sure to savor every last moment together.

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We knew we only had 24 hours. It was always going to be a little hectic, add that to the 34 degree weather and she was a big day! So conveniently we broke it into ‘two days’, pre nap and post nap. We decided to follow the random ‘24 hours in Lisbon’ blog I found and, welp, kudos to the author - worked out so well! We Ubered to the top of the hill so we could work our way down the hill into the city (wise). Miradoura de Senhora do Monte was the first viewpoint and it was stunning! Though the density housing in Lisbon is absolutely crazy! We followed google maps through the tiled alley ways to the next viewpoint, Miradoura da Graca, which was under construction meaning a little up hill walk was required (rude). It again had beautiful views. We took some model snaps with the beautiful Portuguese tiles and keep wandering down to the Castle of Saint George - huge lines, ones we didn’t have the time of effort for, so onward and, well downward from here. Yet another view of the city was next in the Alfarma area, Portas do Sol. The area was stunning, a great spot for watching the iconic yellow tram 28 make its way up the hill - a mighty effort full of humans to be fair. We wandered further down toward Commerce square. Lisbon in a beautiful beautiful place! It has San Fransisco vibes about it, with a doppelgänger Golden Gate Bridge on the bay, and very similar coloured homes across the city. With hungry tummies, we chowed down on some pancakes and poke bowl, before deciding a rest was well earnt. The hour of power (nap version) was undertaken, a quick change and refresh to the to beat the intense heat and ‘Day 2’ was essentially underway. We were off to Belém for the famous Pasteis de Nata, a beautiful custard tart type pastry. Despite some medical issues along the way, my eye was stinging and watering and we didn’t know why! Linda lined up for pastries whilst I went to the pharmacy - not a bad trade off! It was down to the wharf area for a final look after tucking into our desserts and we made our way back to Rossio Square for dinner. Sea Brim - with the head mind you! And bones! Very out of my repertoire, but delish! And Linda had a fish cake type thing, also great! After dinner it was gelato time, and some of the very best we’ve had! We also saw the scary and quite random elevator Lisbon has, then retreated to the hotel around midnight - time flies! Linda left at 4.30am to head back to Germany to work that afternoon, and I left at 6.30am bound for Barcalona and to see another WSU gem, Olivia! Sangria and Tapas here we come!

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You Bring Me Home

Part 19 of You Bring Me Home, a Harry Styles series. Parts will not be uploaded in chronological order, but all belong to the same storyline. You can find all the Chapter Names and any previous content to the plot here.

chapter xix. “you can tell her now”

The radio had been playing softly in the car as he remained quiet, your nervous rambling complementing his listening ears, keeping his own giddiness at bay since he knew how nervous you were for the sudden eruption of reactions you were sure to receive from his family that night. They had previously welcomed you in with open arms, and immediately made you feel at home in their company. But now, rather than your kindness, love for their harry, and a wicked sense of humour and compassion, you had something else to bring to the family -  a new member, nestled between your hips and growing more and more each day. The reason for yours and harry’s sublime happiness over the past months.

The car was still heading down the street as you continued to ramble on.

“Your mum w-”

“will be over the moon”

“And Gemma-”

“will try and kidnap them the moment they’re born. They love you, I love you.” he’d smiled, putting his hand on your tummy, covering the whole thing. “We love you”. 

The cold december breeze had been somewhat welcome after a much too humid autumn. However now, as it swept through the pathway leading to a kind, friendly home which you and Harry knew so fondly, it was pushing into your lungs a new type of air, mixing with excitement, nerves, and anticipation all at once.

Harry rings the bell, his sleeve rolling up inside his coat. You’re wearing a sweater too - it had come to be the perfect climate to keep the gradual swell of your stomach hidden and safely warm, tucked away from the heavy wind and rain which had been storming down in London the past week. You smile and tear up, something which Harry quickly has to address, otherwise the game will be up from the moment you set foot into his mother’s home.

“Darling,” Harry smiles “Theres nothing to be worried about, especially with Mum. You said it yourself, we can definitely tell her now. We’re past any possible complications, and it’s not like they’re going to view you differently just because they’ll now know that we’ve...yeh know...”. He smirks as you hear shuffling behind the door coming from inside the house.

“Harry! You can’t tell me they don’t know anything of the kind when your own sister caught us in your room last easter! We were meant to be at church, and instead we were-”

“Sinning, hmmm yes, tut tut. Shame we can’t be that way with this one on the way” he grins and you roll your eyes “I suppose after tonight we’ll have to try our best to be sensible. Set a good example an’ that. ”

“Don’t make me laugh, Styles”

“Don’t be so nervous, Mrs Styles. it won’t be doing the baby any good.”

You’re about to kiss him for calling you out by your married name - his name - when the door opens briskly.

“Harry, y/n! you’re early! Oh- and you brought wine! You can definitely come in now!”

Coats are shrugged off, and Harry helps you out of yours, squeezing your hand in reassurance. The house is lit with a soft warm lighting, candles at various points of the living areas, and the smell of a delicious roast cooking in the oven, browning and crisping up nicely for all of you to eat.

Anne hugs you first, thanking you for the wine, and embraces harry afterwards with a sweet kiss planted on the cheek of her sweet boy, who is still just as smitten with his girl, she notes. Even after 7 years, the two of you were just as in love as ever before. 

The dinner is announced to be ready soon, and there’s discussion about plans and anniversaries. Harry is quick to pipe up there; “well if we can make it to 4 we’ll be doing well- heyyy!” He stops his jokes as you’d given him a rightful but teasing slap across the chest.

Dinner is served, and the inevitable occurs. Gemma’s suggestion of; “Hey we should open the wine!” makes you look at Harry with evil eyes. You knew this was going to happen and yet he had insisted that it wouldn’t and that he’d be able to divert the conversation onto something that wouldn't give your secret entirely away before the end of the night. After all, you've been keeping it for over a 6 weeks now - to spoil the last hour or so would just not be right.

And yet here he is, watching Gemma pour you a glass of red wine since you’d had to choke down a “no, i really can’t” to replace it with a weakly worded “yeah, sure”, as he pulls a face, knowing that he regrets his feeble if not lack of attempt in stopping the situation. 

You both quickly focus back to the reality of your conversations, chatting away about music and your new home and the possibility of having New Years Eve at yours’ and Harry’s, since christmas was to be at Gemma’s. You don’t dare touch your wine, feigning sips to make it look as though nothing is suspicious. Harry watches these sips like a hawk, wondering what you’re doing - praying you’re not actually drinking.

it’s when he’s watching you around his family that he smiles, and remember that now is a happy time. He should’t need to worry. He’s going to be a dad. Come this summer he’s going to be a daddy and he hasn't told a single soul, not even his own mother. 

And now he could.

“I’m sorry, i...i can’t do this anymore”. Harry shakes his head and stands from his place at the table.

“Whats wrong H? What can’t you do?” the murmurs from the table conversations have stopped as Gemma asks the questions now on everyone’s lips.

“Everything okay Harry? Has something happened?” Anne questions sincerely.

He looks over and you, and immediately, you know.

“Harry, you’re saying this now?” you whisper through your teeth because you’d both established a plan, late one night among organising other things baby related, to make sure that both you and him were going to be comfortable with the announcement of the impending Baby Styles.

The table remains silent, bar Anne’s friend Susanne, who had joined you all for the evening. Notably a hardly subtle woman who quickly rushes out her first thought, she has no intention of holding back in this situation.

“You’re not divorcing are you?!”

Everything stops. Even Gemma puts down her wine. Anne looks as though she’s about to faint. They’re all giving you both a look, shock being the first one you register, right after you realise that your lives are now officially going to change forever, and you’re going to change the lives of everyone in the room too.

“Eh, we’d like to hope not. Actually let’s not even joke about that. Come here love” Harry tries a laugh but the nerves in his throat have come back to haunt him and as he asks you to stand with him, you can see his hands shaking.

You stand and he shuffles next to you so that you’re both facing a captive audience, only minutes ago dipping into snacks and enjoying merry banter with each other. A stoney silence fills the room, somewhat in a claustrophobic manner. You feel his hand sneak round your back and hold onto your hip. 

Someone gasps.

“I...I could barely wait until Christmas, so we decided to tell you tonight, although it was meant to be after dinner...i just....we can’t put this off anymore, i’m sorry love.” He turns to you and smiles apologetically, but he knows that you would never be mad at him for being this excited. His other hand moves across both your bodies, to land on your stomach. The slight swell warms at his touch.

He stops, almost as if he’s waiting for your approval, or you to speak first. His attention is on you, yet his eyes quickly dart to his mum every few seconds. it feels like hours and the attention is making your cheeks blush a pinky red.

“You can tell her now, H” you smile, more confidently as you find yourself looking at Anne too, and wondering why you had ever been nervous in the first place once you realised that this woman meant so much to you, and loved you as if you were one of her own. 

“Well then” he begins his announcement, “My beautiful wife here, is expecting our first child in the summertime. We’re having a baby!” His hand reaches for your stomach once more as he smiles and pulls you in to give you a kiss as the reactions of your closest family and friends raise the roof in the form of shrieks of excitement and tears of joy. You pull away from his soft, sweet, thankful kiss and notice tears of your own, mirrored in his eyes, glazed with their own happiness.

‘Oh my god! You’re pregnant?!” Gemma stands up and shakes off the relief she felt after learning of the not-terrible news they were expecting to hear. Everyone gathers around you to hug, Harry being mindful that no one goes touching you on the stomach, as anyone but him doing so makes you feel uncomfortable.

Anne is still sitting in her place, watching the exchanges of laughter, as happy tears trickle down her face. Her son catches sight and stops in his tracks to quickly tend to her, pulling her into a tight embrace and feeling her smile wrap around him as she presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

The murmur of “so proud” is something he picks up and he faces her again, looking into her eyes. “Yeh gonna be a granny, Nana Anne, if yeh want.”

“And you- I mean, the baby...you’re at a safe time to tell people? I’m so happy for you both, I’m so glad you kept trying.” She hugs him again and again, so happy that she soon becomes speechless. You fumble out of the mass cuddles to embrace her too.

“But you brought wine!” she exclaims, still overwhelmed about the fact that her baby is going to have a baby. “I never- I mean I hoped it would be soon but- may i?” she asks, gesturing to your tummy. Harry is about to butt in with his usual warning that; “eh she’s not that comfy with that” until he hears you reply with a quick yes, not holding back at all as Anne reaches out for the swell that holds her first grandchild.

“Oh yes i can feel that little bump...how far along are you?”

Harry knows this answer like the back of his hand. He only makes a note of it every single day since you found out. 

“12 weeks and 2 days. Due in July...” Harry’s hand reaches out to the small of her back and she feels the added support around the bump and relaxes into his touch.

“Well i am so proud and happy for you both, i think this might be the longest and biggest secret Harry’s ever kept from me.” He feels a bit embarrassed as you laugh, but as he looks down at you glowing, the happiest he’s seen you in a long time, he decides that he really, really doesn’t care.

You sleep on the way home, a soft comforter given to you from Anne that was Harry’s first baby blanket and it makes you smile that already your baby is so loved by their family. The blanket is wrapped around your middle and pulled up to allow the softness to rub against your face, easing your tired soul.

Harry looks at you wrapped up in the blanket he remembers fondly from his childhood, driving carefully, careful to avoid potholes and noisy areas on the 10 mile trip home. The moon washes over your good side, and the blanket is doing a good job keeping you and the baby warm. He places a hand on yours which is clinging to his blanket and protecting your tummy. With a light, quiet and soft squeeze of reassurance, he holds your hand if but for a moment, as he reels with joy, overwhelmed once more, by the exhilarating reality that he’s going to be a father.

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View all the plastic surgery after weight loss procedures we provide here at plastic surgery institute of washington. Plastic surgery after weight loss is designed to remove the excess folds of skin and help complete your transformation. Plastic surgery after weight loss is an ever-growing area of plastic surgery that is truly transforming for each and every patient. View our skin removal surgery after weight loss before and after photos to see results from actual patients.

Our plastic surgeons have specialized training and extensive experience with leading-edge techniques in post. I didnt view the post gastric bypass patients as completed with their weight-loss transformation. The cosmetic surgery specialists at south bay plastic surgeons can enhance the appearance of the chest after massive weight loss with breast reduction. Surgery after massive weight loss will not affect your ability to have children or risk your safety in any way.