#giggling very loudly in public space

[wooeo]

☼ BEAUTY QUEEN — enhypen x f!member!reader

youtube compilation (name) my beauty queen, 1.3 million views

note, the 2 girls during clip 2 are ocs dont mind them

clip 1

— “noona,” jungwon called you over to him and niki. he had just confessed to once getting valentines day chocolate from one of his friends. 

“hmm?” you pushed your hair over your shoulder, making sure it didn’t get stuck in your clothes.

“noona, have you ever gotten white day chocolate?” niki asked, looking up at you.

the camera panned to you, “yeah,”

they both ooh’ed, teasing you as you smiled awkwardly, “how many times?”

embarrassed, you laughed and turned away from them. they protested loudly, catching the attention of your bandmate and old classmate, jay. 

“what? what?” 

“hyung! you and noona were classmates right?”

“yeah,”

“have you ever seen her getting white day chocolate?”

jay nodded, “yeah. she once had a whole bag filled,”

you protested, not wanting him to make the information public, “jay! shut up!”

“eh?!” niki’s mouth fell open and jungwon looked at you in shock, “seriously?!”

jay nodded, laughing at your flustered expression, “didn’t you have two full bags in our third year?”

“JAY!”

clip 2

— jay entered first, then sunghoon, then you. you were half hidden behind sunghoon until you stepped out onto the white platform where the boys made space for you between them and you properly came into view of the other contestants. 

“wha,,”

you were too far away and too nervous to hear the sounds of awe coming from the others. two of the girls that were already seated, leaned closer to each other, “is that fair? her face?” they giggled, eyes zoomed on you. “don’t let me stand beside her,, seriously. i’ll look like a trashcan,”

you chuckled nervously, “they’re all staring,”

jay leaned closer to you, “aren’t you used to that?”

you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled. 

“she’s seriously pretty,” 

“very pretty,”

“(name) has a pretty voice,” bang sihyuk put his papers on the desk, “and she’s a strong performer,”

“ah,” rain and zico made noises in acknowledgement. “she looks like a manhwa character,” zico commented, laughing along with the other two when they saw how the contestants kept stealing glances at you.

clip 3

— “(name)!” the radio host turned to you, eyes on the cue card.

you peaked up, ignoring heesung calling you cute. 

“there is a rumor going around,” the host's eyes went to you. 

your nose scrunched up, already knowing what was to come. 

“that when you were in school,, your desk was so filled with letters and gifts that it broke,”

your band members snickered while your face flushed in embarrassment. you shook your head and waved your hands around, “‘t’s not true, it’s- ah,,” you hid your face in your hands, “over exaggeration,” you managed through the embarrassment. the boys burst out laughing, clapping and hollering.

jake, who was sitting next to you, ran his hand up and down your back in comfort through his laughter.

“it’s true! it’s true!” jay laughed even harder when you protested his words. when everybody calmed their laughter (except niki, who found your embarrassment the best entertainment), you repeated your denial.

“it’s not true. but,,” you hesitated and the boys and host chuckled again, “there was a lot on the last day before summer vacation,”

jay, your ever so helpful, ex classmate, opened his mouth, “so many it letters they fell of her desk,” 

“JAY!!” 

[assortedvillainvault]

Disney villains reacting to you nonchalantly calling them your husband/wife please?

Sure thing Anon! You didn’t specify who, so I’m going to go for Hades, Jafar, and for funsies...Mim.

Disney Villains vs The Accidental Matrimonial Pet Name Slip Up

Hades

MHM!

Yeah baby flex his title, say his name! He can’t stop his flame from swooshing up and only barely resists the urge to pump his fist.

VERY likely to holler it across the street at random incidental strangers. Hey, you! Yeah schmuck you heard, he’s your HUSBAND, get it right!

Honestly he’s smiling like SUCH a goober, he can’t keep his hands off you now. Shoulders, waist, lower back – pretty much everything to say you’re an item without actually hollering it across the street like he just did to some poor bozo.

He’s also gonna swing you round into a big ol’ kissy and amp up the PDA.

Have you considered maybe matching outfits babe? Not- y’know, that he’s into ‘coordinated looks’ and all that garbage, but, know, maybe same pins? Same colours? Anything really, to mark you out as an item on his arm.

Much as he loves claiming you and making that abundantly clear, he’s also very much into being claimed in turn, y’know? Nice to know you’re proud of being with him, gets him all happy and excited. Loudly and proudly claim that he’s your husband in a public space (esp in front of his family) and he’s going to be an absolute sap for anything you wanna do.

Aphrodite has never seen such a lovestruck fool in all her life and honestly? She thinks half of Olympus could take notes on what love looks like after marriage from you two. Not that she’s ever going to say that when Hera is within earshot...

Jafar

He's startled... then sinks into a smug smile at how adorable you are.

Yes, he IS your husband, isn’t he? Why, he wouldn’t mind you saying it again, slower, maybe….

He’s one to get touchy, like Hades, but much more possessively. He’ll play with your hair, tug you close when you least expect it, and is a BIG fan of pulling you into his lap as a break from work.

Granted, he’s also very fond of subtly using his status as your husband to manipulate you into doing things for him. It IS your duty to him, after all…why is he holding his staff up like that-

Make sure to collaborate with Iago to push him down the stairs every once in a while to temper his ego. Put mousetraps on his side of the bed. Fill his shoes with sand and bat your eyes at him when he complains. Give and take.

He expects you to use your status as his partner for your own gain. Of course? Why wouldn’t you? Go on, tell the guards who you’re married to, see how quickly they get out of your way.

He’s also going to kiss you with tongue about it, but that’s a given.

Madam Mim

I have genuinely no idea if you’ve actually managed to get a ring on this menaces finger or just called her wifey for the vibes and a joke.

Regardless, she’ll blink owlishly...then a slow cheshire grin full of unpleasant promise and gleaming green eyes will split her face and honestly? You’re beyond help.

The Game has begun.

Will IMMEDIATELY use her wifey title to nag you then knock something over.

She’ll burst in to whatever room you’re in to trip you up, ‘straighten’ your clothes and force feed you a meal that could wrench whole kingdoms into developing indoor plumbing four centuries early.

The sound of mad old woman giggles is going to follow you everywhere you go.

If you chicken out and try to tell people she’s not your wife she will LOSE IT

Crying, wailing, screaming - throwing herself dramatically over public furniture to ‘cry’ about how you’ve betrayed her and how she ‘does so much for you’ and oh! The INGRATITUDE, taking advantage of a poor old woman-

Ants! Wardrobe full of ants for 10’000 years.

Thanks so much for the ask!!

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 7: Exhibitionism

Pleasure Cruise

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), swallowing, public sex, boat crash

Word count: ~1k

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When Elvis invited you to go boating with him, you never dreamed you'd find yourself here: on the floorboard in between his thighs, your mouth wrapped around his rock hard cock. But here you are in just that position. It started with kissing and heavy petting over your swimsuit. Then he pushed your bottoms to the side and slid one of his long fingers into you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He made you cum with just his hand and you were ready to reciprocate, but he'd been driving the whole time and you couldn't quite reach him. He didn't seem interested in stopping the boat, so you stood him up, crawled into the little space in front of his driver's chair and sat him back down in front of you.

"Doll, what're you- OH." Once you unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, he stopped arguing with you. You pumped it with your hand a little, but it was already pretty hard. Once you got your lips on it, though, little Elvis was ready to go.

And now you're here, sucking him off as he drives the boat. He groans and bucks his hips up into your mouth.

"Goddamn, baby, that's good. Just like that." He grunts and looks down at you with your pretty lips on him. He's trying desperately to keep his eyes open and focus on where he's going, but he's having a hard time keeping the boat on a straight path. Just then, he hears a quick siren whoop and turns to see the lake patrol officer pulling up beside him. "Oh fuck!"

He quickly rips his hat off and drops it on top of you to try to hide what's happening in his lap, but it only kind of works.

"Honey, stop! It's the lake patrol guy!" You freeze, his dick down your throat and pull back with his hat on your head. "Get down!"

You back away and try to hide as he grabs the hat and puts it over his cock, slowing the boat down for the officer to pull up next to him.

"Yes, sir?" You hear him holler to the cop and they go back and forth for a while. Once the officer realizes who he is, he only gives him a warning, but he seems to want to sit and chat all day. You start to get bored. Then, you realize that there's no way he can see Elvis's lap, so you snake your hand up between his thighs.

Somehow, his dick is still hard and you feel the muscles in his legs tense when you start to slowly pump him. He chances a glance down at you and his eyes are wide in a warning, but he doesn't move his hand that's on the steering wheel. You smirk. He could stop you if he really wanted to. You use your hand for a bit and then get even bolder. The officer is telling Elvis some long, drawn out story about his niece coming to one of his shows in the '50s, so you carefully move the hat and take him in your mouth again. You feel his stomach freeze and he clears his throat to keep himself from moaning. As you swirl your tongue around his tip, you feel his hand in your hair. But again, he doesn't stop you. He just moves you very slowly and very deliberately. Every once in a while he responds appropriately to the officer, but you can tell it's getting harder and harder for him to focus. When you open your throat and push him in as far as he'll go, you hear him speak loudly to cover his groan.

"WELL, I better be heading out, Officer."

"Sure. Oh, forgot to ask, you alone on this boat today?" Elvis clears his throat again.

"Mhmmm, yes sir, I sure am." His hand tightens on your hair and his hips buck a little again. You feel his cock twitch and know he must be getting close.

"Well, alright then. Enjoy your afternoon!" He nods to the officer, who pulls away to patrol the lake. As soon as he's out of earshot Elvis looks down at you in awe.

"Fucking shit, honey, what're you tryin' to do to me?!" You pull off and look up at him with your eyes wide, hoping he's not actually mad. "I didn't say stop!"

You giggle and go back to bouncing your mouth on him as he takes off in the boat at top speed.

"Goddamnit, I'm gonna cum." He mumbles as you pull him into your throat again. His hips buck for a third and final time and you feel his cock pulse as he shoots your mouth full of his release and you swallow every drop.

It's only then, mid-orgasm, that he realizes the boat is headed straight for the dock.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" He yells as he tries to put it in reverse, but it's too late. "We're gonna hit the dock, honey!"

He braces the back of your head for impact and finishes cumming just as the boat slams into the wooden dock. His body relaxes for half a second before he registers what happened.

"Oh my god, honey are you okay?" You look up at him and nod. Because of the cramped nature of where you are, you really didn't feel too much when the boat hit.

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" He laughs and puts himself away, moving so he can pull you up into his lap.

"Damn, honey, I've never been better. That might be the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." You giggle and he kisses your neck.

Just then, the lake patrol officer comes running up the dock to check out the scene of the accident. When he gets there, he sees that it's Elvis. He looks at you and then back at Elvis, who smiles as his cheeks turn pink.

"Think I'm gonna have to write you a ticket this time, son." He says, hiding his amusement. Elvis just nods. Then he whispers in your ear.

"Worth it."

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[pursuitseternal]

“Swallow…”

UA Astarion one shot gift for @glassphinix and his Tav, Thorn

UA Astarion x Thorn (m!Tav) | E | 1.7K

For @glassphinix

Summary: A night of fun becomes so much fun, it’s not hard to swallow…

CW: Semi-public sex, oral sex, no gag reflex, allusion to Astarion’s past trauma

Hells, the whiskey was strong… Mermaid whiskey, at the Blushing Mermaid. Astarion had rolled his eyes and sneered at the predictability. “Honestly, could it be a more basic combination?” He sneered, sipping the liquor, that disgruntled turn of his plush lips making Thorn smile.

He threw back his whole glass of the bubbly, burning whiskey in one solid gulp. “It’s smooth for such a rich, smoky aftertaste I bet it’s aged in barrels to perfection.”

Astarion grimaced, sniffing and swirling the brown liquid with a look of abject judgment on his pale features. “I doubt aging it in purest gold would make its quality enough for my palate,” he sneered. “How do you take it all down in one greedy gulp like that, darling?” The question came with a shift, the slightest change in the vampire’s stance, a cock of his hips, an arch of his brow—two things Thorn knew by heart meant that his dearest vampire was beginning to crave something other than the alcohol this seedy dive served up.

A sly grin passed over Thorn’s mouth. “Oh you know. I have… unique abilities too,” he giggled. “I didn’t test my hand at sword swallowing for a time just for fun… Well, maybe it was mostly fun.”

Astarion’s silver brow arched even higher, dark delight twisting his face even more rakish, if it were possible. “Darling, that is just the sort of intriguing detail to drop just as the alcohol hits your blood.” A single finger traced down the line of Thorn’s veins that thumped increasingly loudly under his touch. “You know, I might like the taste of the whiskey from your own unique source, rather than from the foul brown bottle behind the bar.”

Thorn gave a small shrug, a little blush creeping up his neck under that familiar and hungry stare. He reached for Astarion’s glass of whiskey, downing that too with equal zeal and skill. “I’ve been know to swallow more than just a few shots of whiskey, you know that.”

Oh, gods, the way those red eyes dilated, the way Astarion’s hand gripped just a little tighter on the bar behind him… Thorn gave the cheekiest, knowing smile he was capable of. “Something on your mind, dear?” he snarled at his lover.

Astarion’s face twitched, screwing even more twistedly as he took the bait. “Something on the tip of your tongue, darling?”

“Not yet,” Thorn smirked even wider, setting the empty glass down with a clink close enough to Astarion to feel his cool, vampiric breath breathe deeply close to his temple.

“You’re tempting me, my sweet,” that honeyed voice growled low in his ear.

“Why, yes, yes I am,” Thorn giggled, “after all what’s the point of lacking a gag reflex if I can’t put it to use anymore. My sword swallowing days are behind me, after all…”

“Hells,” Astarion huffed. “Well, if you’re feeling nostalgic, I might have something on my person that we could use as a substitute.”

Thorn grinned, licking his lips just for effect. “You’re the one with the experience in tryst locations… Any good ones for the Blushing Mermaid?” he giggled, grabbing for the rough, cool comfort of Astarion’s hand.

“There is one place round the back, very good for secrecy,” he grinned, plush lips parting in that arrogant smirk.

Thorn looked concerned for a moment. “If… if it brings up those bad feelings, then…”

“Oh my dear,” Astarion gave that deep-chested laugh, “it would be an honor to reclaim a space and rewrite memories made under this roof.” He cocked that brow. “But make no mistake, just because you’re mine already doesn’t mean I won’t try to seduce you with all the weapons in my arsenal…”

Deeper into the crowded tavern, Astarion pulled him, weaving with sinful grace past drunken patrons and dancing bodies. Suddenly, the crowd opened to a long hall, dimly lit with oil lamps. He pulled Thorn close, “Not far now, my sweet,” he purred, “but first…”

That velvet voice tickled Thorn’s ear as suddenly Astarion’s lithe, sinewy body pushed him into the wall. A clash of lips and teeth, Thorn could taste the whiskey on Astarion’s tongue and feel the ever-present hunger in his belly. That cool breath flooded his senses, and all he could do was reach for Astarion’s waist and pull him harder against him. That hard line of his cock pressed into Thorn’s own, a slight grind pushed it hard into his belly over and over again. A cool hand wound itself around the back of Thorn’s neck. “Now… shall we see just how skilled this throat is, my sweet? I already know how good it tastes when I feed, but… perhaps it has other sensations I’m just aching to uncover.”

Thorn giggled as Astarion eased off him, one hand on his hip to guided them both into the door in the wall beside them. Astarion’s theives tools in hand, and the Rogue made short work of the door. “Hardly a challenge,” he purred, entering the darkened store room. His crimson eyes caught the light from the hall, an unearthly red glow to them in the dark. But gods, it only made Thorn’s heart race more.

The smell of damp wood, of spiced alcohol, and that sting of whiskey evaporating filled the air. A storage room, filled with haphazard stacks of barrels and most importantly entirely vacant.

Astarion threw Thorn that familiar come-hither smirk, the one that arched the brow and bore a hint of fang before he disappeared behind a cluster of barrels stacked two by two tall. Of course, the vampire chose a secluded, shadowed corner for their encounter. Why wouldn’t he, this magnificent creature of the shadows? The extra layer of risk and thrill made Thorn’s heart rap harder in his chest, following as silently as he could. “Astarion?” He hissed.

Suddenly that cold and wiry frame rushed from the darkness and pressed him face first against the barrels. “Ready to put that mouth of yours to good use, other than for teasing me and flirting with me?” he chuckled deep in his chest as he grinded his cock against the perfect curve of Thorn’s ass.

He eased his sinewy frame off Thorn just enough to let him turn, to stare right back into Astarion’s lust-blown eyes. A single dexterous finger pushed under his chin as Astarion pulled that mythical mouth in for a kiss. “Well? I’m waiting,” he purred in velvet tones between their working lips.

A quick dart of his head and Thorn captured that tantalizing finger in his mouth, then he sucked. Just to prove a point. Those red eyes widened in feral delight as Astarion’s finger slid over the warm wet of his tongue. “My my, you are the truthful sort after all,” he crooned, pulling his finger out to weave his grip into Thorn’s soft hair. Just the slightest pressure, and he sank to his knees, looking up at his vampiric love. His hands worked the fasteners of his leathers, freeing that ivory cock at last.

Warm lips pressed on its blunt head, the only precursor to the sucking wet that encased him as Thorn took him deep between his cheeks.

“Hells,” Astarion panted. “It’s nice to be the one pleasured in the back room of a seedy bar for once.” He growled as his cockhead thrust against the back of his throat once. Twice. By the third time, Thorn swallowed, making a strangled moan slip from the vampire’s gaping mouth above him. His hips moved faster into that mouth, hand in his hair as Thorn took him deep and sucked.

Wet slurps bounced off the curved wooden barrels, a strange symphony of swallows and drool as Astarion thrust into those warm and rounded lips. Grunts joined the chaos of sounds, the ragged breathing of an ancient vampire making Thorn grin around that smooth cool cock in his mouth. “You weren’t joking about your throat, darling,” he hissed as Thorn let him fuck faster. Deeper. “What if I do this, I wonder…”

Nothing, not a gag even as Astarion’s cock slid right down his pipe and cut off his air. A devilish smirk on his fanged mouth, and he pulled Thorn off his cock to let the mortal gulp down air. “Good boy,” he hummed, a free hand cleaning the drool that drenched his chin. “Now, don’t lie, and tell me that mine is the best weapon you’ve ever had the pleasure of swallowing…”

Thorn nodded, still catching his breath. “Of course, love,” he replied, sticking out his tongue to tease the underside of Astarion’s length. Cheeky, he barely scored his blunted teeth down the veined girth of his cock. And the vampire hissed, griping his hand playfully hard on Thorn’s hair. “None of that,” he ordered, just an edge of desire and danger lurking in his tone. “I’m the one that’s bitey, remember?”

A laugh on his wriggling tongue, and Thorn sucked him in again. Cheeks hollowing, tongue wagging, he felt every twitch of Astarion’s cock in his mouth and down his throat. The salty bitter of precum was a dead giveaway that he was close. So, he took him deep, nose pressed to those flat planes of his belly. A few swallows and final thrusts, and Astarion hissed. Fangs bared and biting the air, he came down Thorn’s throat. Not a gag to be felt. Just the controlled, rhythmic swallow of his love.

Thorn stood, legs numb from kneeing, his arm wiping the drool off his chin. Astarion smiled at him, slack jawed and blissed out, his own hand caressing Thorn’s damp, swollen, and smiling lips. “Oh, my love, before I gladly return the favor, let’s get back to the Elfsong. I’d like to continue this where we can be loud and comfortable, wouldn’t you agree?” He smirked. “Or is waiting for me to give you pleasure too tough a pill to swallow?”

[romanarose]

Happy St. Patick's Day, Darl'n

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Previous part here: Presidents Day

Summary: Joel and you navigate dating. Oh and you get drunk.

Warnings: Drinking, getting DRUNK drunk. Feelings (ew) big old age gap (2X age), mild jealous but communicating, crybaby reader. Daddy dom Joel. Joel has insecuritues but he loves reader. Reader tryna smash.

Immersivity: Reader is fem reader is 21+, dresses very feminine. Drinks and celebrates chritian holidays, not neccecarily is christian but like family and culturaly. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her. Mentions of hair with bows.

A/n: this header screams "graphic design is my passion" LMFAOOOOOO

1.1k words

“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” You shout loudly on the street, green beer in your hand. Joel was patiently trying to get you to come home. You and him had taken a tad bit of a risk, coming out in public together but you had decided as long as you keep things chaste, you could always tell anyone who spots you both that you had ran into each other and stuck around. Problem was, now that you were drunk, your hands were wandering and Joel couldn’t lie his way out of the way you were pinching his ass.

“C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.” He tries to judge you, but the way your eyes light up makes him think you have other plans.

“Lets go to Tommy’s party!!!!”

This made Joel laugh out loud. “It’s 3 pm and you’re drunk. You’re going to be hung out by the evening already.”

“So I keep drinking and then I’ll never get hung over!” You were wearing a cute green dress and green ribbons in your hair, making you look as adorable as ever and as much as he would love to take you to Tommy and make him watch him finger you on his lap, pretty little dress spread… you needed water and bedtime. 

Joel was matching you in color only, and even that was a stretch. While you wore sea green with little flowers on your dress, Joel wore his dark green flannel. He thought you were such a mismatched couple, some of his insecurity seeped through. Seeing a girl as beautiful as you out with an old man like him… Sometimes he wondered if you were better with someone younger. Still, Joel had a good time with you. He liked watching you smile and dance, lighting up the world around you and lighting up his day.

You begin to wave down the bartender, but Joel places his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Now baby, you listen to your daddy.” He whispers in your ear so only you could hear. Your body language instantly relaxes, slipping into sub space with only a few words. “I’m going to take your home, and you are going to nap, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You’d had fun for close to 5 hours now. It was time for his girl to get some rest.

Joel paid the hefty tab of overpriced themed drinks without a boink, left a nice tip, and then ushered you out the door.

*

Back in the comfort of your apartment, Joel was making you drink water in the kitchen as you giggled looking at your phone with a squinty eye.

“What’re yuh laughing about, sweet girl?”

“Nothing, baby, just Tommy.”

Joel stopped. Turned around. “You’re texting Tommy?”

It wasn’t that you were talking to his brother. Tommy had fucked you… but Joel was the first to admit he was a jealous man and Tommy… well, Tommy never had issues getting girls, and was a few years younger. 

“Yeah!” You show him a picture Tommy sent at his party. “See his shirt? Isn’t it funny?” Tommy wore the same shirt he’d worn since the 90’s on saint patrick's day, his Green Day shirt. Tommy lived for when people said he isn’t wearing green and he can point to the Green on his shirt. Dumbass. The shirt was falling apart, showing his skin in the rips. Maybe Joel should let him know that he was actually dating you now, and you weren’t fair game.

“It’s… so funny, baby.” When he looked up, he saw your little lip quivering and your eyes filling with water. “No, baby, don’t-” but it was too late, you were sobbing. Since dating you, actually dating you, he’d realized how true it was when your dad said you were an emotional girl. You cried… a lot. But that was okay, Joel didn’t mind helping you pick the pieces up again. He’d guard your heart for you.

“I’m s–s-s-o-r-r-yyyyyy!!”

“Oh, darl’n, c’mere” Joel pulls you into his strong safe arms. “Why’re yuh cry’n? I ain’t mad.”

“I was texting Tommy!”

You let you cry for a moment, then picked you up and sat you on his counter. Firm but gentle, he took your face in his hands. “Look at me now, pretty girl.” He waited until your sad eyes met his. “You don’t gotta apologize for that.”

“It’s just friendly, I promise!”

“It’s alri-”

“He’s your brother and I care about you so I care about your family!”

Joel squeezed your cheeks until you stopped talking, his eyes intense on yours. “I don’t care that you’re texting Tommy. I watched him fuck you, and he’s known you as long as I have. I trust you, and if you want to have sex with him again, I know you’ll just talk to me.” Letting go, Joel kissed your lips, tasting the frilly alcohol. “You’re mine.” He thumbed a stray tear away.

You look up at him, still a little stressed. “I’ve been accused of cheating. A lot. I never ever have! Ever!”

“I believe you.”

“It’s just… other guys… if I didn’t want to have sex or spent too much time with my friends or family or was laughing at my phone and… I dunno… I might be a little defensive…”

Joel did not like that one bit. “Darl’n, I’m sorry that happened.” He took your face in his large hands. “I ain’t ever gonna make you feel bad for not wanting to have sex, and I love that you have great friends and family. I happen to like your family a lot too.” He winks, a nod to how you met. “And I’m glad Tommy makes you laugh, because I like watching you laugh. ‘M sorry for acting grumpy.”

Finally you smiled again, reaching your arms up. “I like that you’re grumpy. My grumpy old man.”

Joel swatted your ass and called you a brat.

*

“JOOOOOOEEEELLL!!!” You whine in bed, kissing him and grinding yourself against his hip. Although he gave you sweet kisses, he kept pulling your hands away your you tried to undo his belt. “Come oooooooon!!!”

“Nuh-uh” He said firmly. “You were about to pass out while I brushed your teeth. Go to bed, I’ll fuck you when you’re not drunk off you ass.” Although judging how much you dran

You begin sobbing again. He didn’t even know if you knew why this time.

“Oohhhhh no.” Joel chastises, but pulls you onto him so he could hold you. “None of that. Hush now…. Hush…” Joel rubs your back in your soft warm PJ’s. 3 seconds later, you’re snoring on top of him.

“Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darl’n”

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!!!

I'm watching love is blind and... jesus Christ XD

up next is technically easter but im kinda starkly aware we've established reader celebrated christian holidays and im like what if i spice it up? what if their friend invited them to purim? bc I love Purim and i wanna see Joel in a costume LMFAOOOO

love you guys!!!!

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[fan-goddess]

Beautiful People

Pairing: Michael Gavey x reader

Authors note: Its short, but it’s the thought that counts right? I don’t feel like I have enough of his character to write properly on him. I crave saltburn in my very blood, especially with the gossip I’ve been hearing about the movie. I’m feral I swear

Plus I realised that the version of Ophelia I used I think is in Germany currently, so let’s just pretend its in the Tate for stories sake huh?

Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat, @st-eve-barnes

Warnings: It’s fluffy, a pre-established relationship, licks him non-sexually, suggestive content,

The painting infront of you is beautiful, gorgeous even. The woman that lays infront of you, captures your attention fully, and you can’t help but feel unable to look away.

It’s the interpretation of Ophelia, just laying there in the rivers water, looking away to something in the distance, what sets an eerie tone that sends near chills up your spine as you stare at it.

It’s almost ethereal…

“You’re a lot more pretty than her, you know.” A sudden voice speaks, breaking you from your inner thoughts.

“I mean, she’s not exactly got a lot going for her at the moment, being in a river and all that…”

The voice is paired with the distinct rustling sound of a chocolate wrapper, and with a smile you turn around and make eyes to you boyfriend Michael. Who somehow, has already managed to smear a small bit of chocolate on his nose.

It’s probably due to the slight heat, yet that doesn’t stop him from wearing those tacky yet lovable jumpers of his.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re a regular little Casanova yourself!” You smile, kissing him on his lips softly before quickly moving to lick at the chocolate smear. Laughing loudly without any care for the volume as Michael curses you for your sudden ‘affectionate’ gesture, using his sleeve to rub at the now wet patch of skin.

“The fuck was that for?”

You smile with your hand in front of your mouth in an attempt to conceal your laughter, beginning to notice the glares of the more older generation who walk around you to move to the further part of the galley. “You had a chocolate smear! How else was I gonna get it off you?”

“I dunno love, tell me so I can get a tissue out!”

“Oh… but that’s not as fun!” You giggle slightly still, but they’re muffled quickly as Michael moves and presses his lips on yours.

It makes your heart beat stronger as you continue to stand content with Michael in your arms, kissing him more deeply than you probably should be in a public space to your hearts desire.

You can hear some no doubt elderly gentleman cough in some disgusted manner, yet you can’t find yourself caring. And if anything, you begin to kiss him even harder. Swiping your tongue teasingly against his lips, loving the way he groans lightly at the sensation.

You love nothing more than teasing your nerdy boyfriend.

When the two of you pull away, you find yourself giggling all over again when you see his near bright red flustered face, unable to even look at you, even when you go to peck him again on the lips.

“Is my little love blushing huh?” You smile, holding one of his hands in your own and lovingly tracing a slightly raised vein on his knuckle with your thumb.

“You should know by now I’m not little…” He grumbles, smirking slightly as he no doubt reminisces the night before.

“I know love… I just love teasing you!” You say, using the grip you have on Michaels hand to drag him to another artwork that caught your eye, missing the way his lips curve into a fond smile. His usable hand moving to adjust his glasses and move his hair back into place.

“Come on my love! I hear the Lady of Shalott is here on display!”

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

[late-to-the-party-81]

This babe is getting you something from your favorite coffeeshop. What's your go-to order and what did he bring you?

Sorry for taking so long, Cia!

My go-to order is a decaf hazelnut latte, but I love when there are seasonal specials that are more cream than coffee.

So what does the Captain get me? Head on under the cut for a 500 word, un-beta'd drabble.

Steve and the other Avengers had been off doing one of their public appearances, talking to sick kids down one of the local hospitals, so he was dressed up in his Cap suit, but for once wasn’t bruised, battered or sweaty when he eventually returned to the Tower. In fact, he and the others had had time to swing past the local coffee shop on the way back and load up on some much needed caffeine and sugar.

As they walked back through the doors, Tony’s voice echoing loudly through the reception area, you couldn’t help but look up from your desk, where you worked as the face of Stark Industries, greeting and directing visitors and acting as the first line of defence against Avengers super-fans.

The light shone through the huge windows that seemed to stretch ever upwards and lit up Steve Roger’s golden hair. You let out a sigh. He was so fucking handsome.

You considered yourself a grown-up professional, but for some reason whenever the Captain was near or, god-forbid, spoke to you, you turned into a giggling school girl. It didn’t stop you from admiring him from a distance though - a girl could dream.

However, as the gaggle of heroes got closer, heading towards the executive elevators, Steve peeled off, heading towards you. Your eyes went wide with confusion and your heart started to race. What could he possibly want? Somehow, you managed to return your expression to one of corporate pleasantness as he crossed the last few feet of space, a soft smile on his features.

“Can I help you, Captain?” you asked .

“Actually, I thought I could help you.” He placed a coffee cup and a small paper bag in front of you. “I got these for you. Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the gesture, but then your heart sank at the sight of the coffee.

“That’s, umm, very thoughtful, Captain, but I can’t have normal coffee because…”

He cut you off. “Because you’re intolerant. That’s why I got you decaf. A latte, with a shot of hazelnut. And one of those brownies with the caramel running through it.”

Your eyes started to bug out again. “How did you know?” You squeaked out the question, no longer able to maintain your professional composure.

“I always remember important information,” he replied and despite his relatively simple words, there was an implied meaning under them. Was Steve Rogers - Captain America - flirting with you?”

You swallowed thickly and picked up the coffee cup. “Well thank you for thinking of me, Captain. It’s much appreciated. But I’d best let you go,” you gestured to the rest of the gang who were standing near the elevator, all trying to look as though they weren’t eavesdropping. “The others are waiting.”

“And I’d best let you return to work. See you around.”

He turned around and started to walk away, and you tried your best not to just stare at his ass. However, he suddenly stopped again and looked back over his shoulder.

“Oh, one more thing.”

You sat up in your seat, feeling a bit like a meerkat. “Yes, Captain?”

“Call me Steve.”

tag list: @km-ffluv, @wheezy-stucky, @kmc1989, @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @wolfsmom1, @doasyoudesireandlive, @goldylions

[craftycheetah]

fever pt.2

last

CW: fingering, heats, ruts, biting, knotting, unprotected sex, doggystyle, missionary, oral (f receiving), fighting, mild blood, harassment

Taglist: @pharaohanubis0​ @alsodynamigari​

WC: 14.6k

mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”

“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”

“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”

katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.

“you look fine, stop worrying.”

you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”

you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.

“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.

you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”

‘fuck, she looks cute.’

“i like your hair,” he comments.

you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”

katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”

“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.

katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”

you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.

“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.

you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.

“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.

“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.

your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”

“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”

“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”

“so…”

you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”

katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered. 

“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.

“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”

“nakagi hotel.”

you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”

nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.

“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”

“i dunno, probably.”

“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”

he shrugs. “maybe.”

you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.

“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.

“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.

‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”

“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.

“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.

“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”

“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”

you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.

“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.

“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”

“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”

‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’

he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”

“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”

katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.

*

your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.

“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.

“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.

“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”

you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.

you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”

‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.

“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”

“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“my hag.”

“hag?”

“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”

“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.

she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”

“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.

“no? but you look like one.”

“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.

“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”

“shut up, hag, she’s different,” katsuki grumbles.

“but i did meet you in a club…”

“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you. 

“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”

“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”

“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.” 

“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”

“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.

“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats. 

‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’

about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.

‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”

the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.

you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.

‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.

‘asshole.’

you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”

“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.

“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.

once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.

while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.

“hey.”

you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.

“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”

he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”

“l/n y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty lady.”

you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”

“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”

“i’m a plus one.”

“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”

“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.

“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”

“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”

“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”

“we’re not friends. ”

shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”

katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”

you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.

“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.

katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”

you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’

“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”

“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”

you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”

“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.

“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”

“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”

“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”

katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.

mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.

“katsuki, get back here!”

“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”

mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”

“you have a girlfriend?”

‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”

‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”

“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.

as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.

you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.

“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”

katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”

“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”

the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.

you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”

“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’

you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”

he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly. 

“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.

“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.

you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.

you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.

“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”

you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.

“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb. 

you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.

katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.

you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.

“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.

‘noooooooo!’

*

katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car. 

“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”

“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.

“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”

“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”

you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”

“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”

the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”

the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.

“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.

you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.

“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”

“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.

benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”

“water,” katsuki says curtly.

“all right, i’ll be back soon.”

the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.

“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.

“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”

“you got a reason?”

you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”

“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”

you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”

“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”

“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.

“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”

you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.

katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”

“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”

“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”

“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”

“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.

your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”

the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”

“thank you,” you chirp.

“so, are you two ready to order?”

“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”

“a good choice. and for you sir?”

“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”

you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”

“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”

“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”

he raises a brow. 

“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath. 

he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”

“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.

“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”

“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”

“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”

“sure, tiny.”

you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”

dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.

katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.

the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.

“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went! 

“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”

“did anything happen~?”

your cheeks heat up. “no…”

“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”

you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.

“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.

locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>gn pretty girl

you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.

me

<<gn

<<🧡

huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.

just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.

katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.

‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’  

katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.

me

>>so fucking beautiful

you’re stunning pretty girl

>>{1 image attached}

tiny

>>thank you alpha 🧡

me

<<you really like pink

tiny

>>it’s my fave

>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘

katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.

me

<<good to know

<<next time i’ll make something pink for you

tiny

>>💖

>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺

me

<<that’ll be your next lesson

tiny

>>🤩😍

>>thank youuu

he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.

you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”

you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.

me

<<you’re so buff alpha

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>thank you pretty girl

your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’

you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.

me

<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>ofc

me

<<my heat is next month

<<on the fifth

<<do you maybe wanna help me?

katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>yes

>>i’ll bring clothes

>>you better have food

you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.

me

<<thank you!!!!

<<i will

<<cant wait!!

your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.

you open another text thread.

me

<<hiii

<<you guys still awake?

camie(*'ω'*)

>>yup

>>what’s up club bestie

mina🌺

>>everything alright

>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8

camie(*'ω'*)

>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）

>>👀👀👀

>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱

me

<<we’re not even official 

<<we went out 2nite

<<fashion show and dinner

camie(*'ω'*) is calling…

you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.

“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.

“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.

“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”

“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands. 

“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”

“what’s her name?” mina asks.

“mitsuki bakugou.”

mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”

“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.

“i got hit on by one of the models.”

“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.

“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.

you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”

his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.

“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.

“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”

“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.

“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”

“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?

camie giggles and waits for your response.

you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”

“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”

“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”

“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”

“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”

“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.

camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”

“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.

“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.

“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”

“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.

“i did!”

all of you squeal eagerly.

“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.

“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.

your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.

“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.

“he said yes!”

she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”

“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.

“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”

“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”

“really?”

“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”

“no.”

she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”

“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”

“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”

“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”

you hum. “that’s scary…”

“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”

“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”

“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”

“you’ll do great!”

*

you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.

“mina, stop it,” you scold.

“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.

you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”

“maybe she got distracted?”

“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.

“alright, let’s just wait out here.”

a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”

“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”

“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”

camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.

“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.

“hi.” you wave.

“yo,” mina nods.

“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.

“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”

“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.

camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.

“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.

you nod and follow camie to the workout room.

“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”

“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”

“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”

“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”

“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.

“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.

“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh. 

“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”

“alright.”

you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.

“you okay?”

“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”

“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”

you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”

camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”

you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”

camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”

“can we get food too?”

“there’s this place with great salad.”

you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”

“it’s healthy.”

“being healthy sucks.”

she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”

“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”

after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”

camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.

you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

>>gym day w/ the girls 

katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’

me

<<why you at the gym???

tiny

>>wat else do you do at the gym???

me

<< >:(

<<don’t be snarky

tiny

>>camie invited me 

“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.

me

<<ok

<<you look cute or whatever

tiny

>>or whatever? 🥺

katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’

me

<<don’t look at me like that 

<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen 

tiny

>>😊

>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾

me

<<alright

<<be safe

katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.

“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.

“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.

“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”

“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.

“no. who's the lucky person?”

“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”

denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”

eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”

“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”

eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”

“is your girlfriend single?”

“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”

“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”

katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.

“okay, chill, i’m kidding,” denki chuckles. “but why haven’t you asked her?”

“what if she says no?”

“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.

“yeah but that’s different.”

denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”

katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”

*

a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”

katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”

you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”

“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”

you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’

inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”

“you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 

you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”

“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.

you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”

“do you want me to scent that again?”

“please?”

katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”

“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.

“you’re letting me in?”

you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”

katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”

you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.

katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”

you hum in question and eat the strawberry.

“why’re you walking like that?”

“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”

katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”

“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”

“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”

katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”

you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.

“yes?”

“you can’t just do that!” 

“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.

“you’re so annoying,” you pout. 

“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”

you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”

the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.

“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.

“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.

“no it doesn’t.”

“if it’s for you, yes it does.”

“katsuki…”

“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”

after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”

katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”

“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice. 

you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”

katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”

you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”

“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”

“close. you and a soft blanket.”

katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”

you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”

“i wanted to ask you something.”

“you okay?”

he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”

you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”

he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”

you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”

“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”

you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”

katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”

“oh my gosh,” you whine.

”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”

“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”

“no you won’t.”

you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.

katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.

“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.

“whats that?”

“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”

“sounds weird.”

“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”

“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”

katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”

“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.

you giggle at his pout and boop his nose. 

*

katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.

you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.

“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.

“hey tiny. how’re you?”

“hot but happy that you’re here.”

you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.

your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.

“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.  

“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”

you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’

katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.

“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.

“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.

“you seem eager.”

you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”

“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”

you nod shyly.

“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.

“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”

“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”

you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.

happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.

you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.

“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”

you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.

he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip. 

“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.

“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”

katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands. 

“what’s wrong?”

“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”

he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.

katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.

you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.

katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets. 

“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”

your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”

katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.

he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.

“alpha,” you whine.

katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”

“fuck me.”

“are you sure?”

you nod. “please? i want you.”

his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”

you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.

“y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.

katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.

“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”

you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.

he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.

“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”

katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.

“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.

“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”

you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”

“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.

“mate?” you murmur against his lips.

“someday.”

you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”

katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.

“feeling better?”

you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.

“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”

you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”

“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.

you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.

katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.

“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”

“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”

katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’

you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.

katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.

the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.

you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.

on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.

“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”

you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”

katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.

you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”

“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’

you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”

“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.

it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.

long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal. 

“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.

katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.

you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.

“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”

katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.

you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.

katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.

you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.

your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.

by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.

you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.

“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”

“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”

you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”

“that’s not breakfast.”

“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”

“you want any toppings?”

“chocolate chips.”

“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.

“please?” you whine, looking up at him.

“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”

“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.

mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.

your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.

“hi katsuki.”

“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.

“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching. 

“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”

you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’

your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”

“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”

katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’

“i missed you too!”

katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.

once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”

“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”

“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.

you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”

“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”

“you think so?”

mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”

katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”

“ooh yum,” mina smiles.

“not for you, pinky.”

“boo.”

after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.

“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.

“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”

you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”

he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.

“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.

“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”

“yeah?”

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”

“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”

mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”

“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”

you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.

katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.

“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”

“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.

“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.

the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.

“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.

you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”

“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”

“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.

“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.

“katsuki!” you gasp. 

“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“okay.”

“talk to you later, y/n.”

“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.

“l/n, you have one more patient.”

you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”

she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.

“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”

katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.

“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”

he waves and hangs up.

you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.

*

you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”

camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”

“what? but i like this one,” you pout.

“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”

“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.

“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”

“but i like this…”

she shakes her head. “no.”

you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”

you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.

“so?”

“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.

“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.

“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.

camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.

you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.

there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.

“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”

“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”

he squints at you.

“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.

“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.

“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”

“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”

“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.

you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm. 

you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.

“pretty girl?”

“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.

“thank you~” you smile shyly.

katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”

“by law, suki, i have to.”

“fuck the law.”

“katsuki!”

“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.

you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”

“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”

“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.

‘mine.’

“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.

“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.

“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”

“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”

you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.

“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.

mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.

“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm. 

‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”

“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”

katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.

“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”

you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”

“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.

his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.

“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”

“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.

you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.

three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”

you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.

“i know.”

“what is he doing here?!”

“we grew up together. he got invited.”

“you know deku?!”

katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”

“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.

“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles. 

izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”

you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”

“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.

you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”

“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.

“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.

“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”

“uh huh.”

you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours. 

izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.

“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide. 

“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.

“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly. 

“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.

“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”

“tch, fine. hurry back.”

you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.

“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”

shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”

“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”

“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”

“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.

he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”

you smile again. “thank you.”

he takes a step forward towards you. odd.

“you smell really good,” he compliments.

“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”

you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”

the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.

“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest. 

you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.

“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”

“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”

“scented you?” eijirou repeats.

mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”

katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.

you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.

he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”

you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”

eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”

izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”

“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.

camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent. 

mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area. 

“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.

“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”

you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”

“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.

“thanks, you guys.”

“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.

“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.

“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”

katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.

a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.

“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.

“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”

shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.

a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’

you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”

you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.

he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.

you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.

“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”

you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”

camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.

“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.

“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.

camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”

“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”

“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”

“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”

katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”

“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”

katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.

“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.

“katsuki! you're so bold!”

“only for you, pretty girl.”

you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”

“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”

“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.

a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she  smiles politely.

“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.

“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”

“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”

“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”

“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”

you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”

“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”

“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.

“i’ll have that.”

“me too!” camie giggles.

you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”

“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”

you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”

hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”

“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.

“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.

“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.

“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.” 

“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.

you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”

shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”

you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”

he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”

“aww,” you and the girls swoon.

izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”

“nothing!”

“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.

“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”

“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.

“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.

you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.

“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases

“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.

“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.

your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”

mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”

“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’

katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.

he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”

the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.

once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you. 

“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.

“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”

a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.

“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.

“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.

katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”

“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”

he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”

“maybe later?”

“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.

after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.

“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”

“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.

“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”

“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.

“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”

“cuddles? i like cuddles…”

“i know, mimi.”

outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”

“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”

“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.

he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.

you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.

“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”

“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.

you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.

“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”

“oh~?” 

“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”

“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff  here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”

“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”

“alright.”

over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.

curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’

did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.

you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.

the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.

you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.

“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?

“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”

‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’

“it’s fine, don't worry.”

“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”

“it’s a long story.”

you clap softly. “ooh, story.”

he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”

“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”

“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”

“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”

‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’

“can’t remember.” he shrugs.

“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”

“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.

“but they’re so comfy.”

“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”

“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”

“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.” you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.

he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”

“please?”

“pretty girl…”

“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”

“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”

“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”

“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”

“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”

“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.

“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”

he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”

“doctor,” you correct.

“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”

“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”

“yes doctor,” he teases.

after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .

you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.

“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”

“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.

you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”

“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly. 

both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.

katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.

katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”

you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

series masterlist

Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 usi, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

next chapter

andddd thats all from me for now!! i actually enjoyed this a lot. dont be afraid to leave a comment :DDD <33

likes, reblogs, a comment and a kind follow are much appreciated 😊💞

[msookyspooky]

Slashers at a Haunted House

Severen please😳😩

Meant to post this over the weekend!!

Slashers at a Haunted House:

Severen Van Sickle

18+ • Short Story Imagines • GN!Reader x Severen from Near Dark • Smut • Exhibitionist/Voyeur • Fear & Adrenaline • Blood & Gore • Power Dynamics • Slight CNC • Oral with GN!Reader Recieving / AFAB & AMAB Anatomy • Sketchy Sex in Public Places

"C'mon! Don't tell me yer scared of this lil spook shack." Severen teased with a lopsided grin. In that thick Texas drawl that sounded like it was from back when drawing guns and robbing train cars was a thing.

You huffed, arms folded as you saw the very sketchy haunted house in the rough part of town that barely had anyone here. "N-No it's just out of our way is all." You lied. Still human and very much still vulnerable to fear.

Severen grinned wider, his filed down teeth sharpened points that he flaunted anytime of year. Fall was just less questioning. "Aw, c'mon now. Don't tell me I'm dating a chicken shit scared of some guys in masks with ugly faces popping out at ya!"

You rolled your eyes, pouting a bit. "I am not that scar- AH!!" You screamed so much louder than you intended when a scare actor ran up on you out of nowhere in the dark parking lot.

Severen laughed loudly, head thrown back in the hearty gleefully impish way he did as the scare actor stalked away to find a new victim. "Ha! Aww, you really are a scaredy cat, aren't ya angel?" He cooed between snickers.

You glared at him knowing he saw the damn actor rushing you and said nothing.

He just drew you closer to him with a firm grip. "Hey...We're gonna have fun, alright? You'll see, sweetheart...Besides, have I ever hurt you or led you to some place you would get hurt?" He gave you a charming sideways smile.

You raised a brow because he has accidentally done both. He rolled his dark blue eyes with a tsk. "Gee, ya got so much faith in me I'm blushin' from the love I'm feelin' here."

You smirked a little at his sarcasm. "Okay...Fair enough. But I hope you know I'm going to be hanging onto you the entire time."

"That's the point!" He smiled "You can grip me as tight as you want. Break a rib or two; it'll just get me goin'." He whispered huskily in your ear. You ducked your head a bit with a smile.

His spurs jangled as you both walked in. You were excited but he seemed so chill. Like he was at an art museum not a haunted house with people in dark tight spaces jumping out at you.

You both were led to a room were a demonic 'birth' happened and the scare actor told some story to set the tone of the place. Severen heckled a tad just to nudge you and get a smirk or two but other than that he just had his hands in his pockets with you in front of him.

As soon as it came time to move through the scare house rooms; you instantly felt your adrenaline pumping. Going through an old wild west room with skeltons and outlaws wasn't too bad till a damn corpsey looking skeleton dropped from above down at you. You jolted back into Severen as he giggled and held you still.

"Calm down, sweetheart! It's just an old dusty bag of bones. You see Jess everyday; This should be nothin."

Okay, you did chuckle a bit at that as he grinned and moved you both on through. "Jesse would kick your ass if he heard that."

Severen laughed. "Ha! I'd like to see the ole saddlebag try!"

Even if you knew he was joking and deeply respected Jesse. Hell, Jesse was probably the only creature alive that made Severen behave himself.

You went through a 'cabin' with a bunch of inbred mutant hillbillies yelling and jumping out of walls. Banging pots and having fake guts that smelled putridly close to the real thing near you. Severen grinned like a kid at a candyshop while you were hiding in his jacket.

One tried to scare him and he hissed at them, showing off his teeth and the scare actor backed away. You could tell the actor didn't know what to say having gotten out of character as Severen just smiled and walked you and him on through.

"See? You don't got nothin' to worry 'bout. Jus' a bunch of loud fucks jumping out hollarin'... 'Boo!' He quickly grabbed your sides and you jumped before chuckling and shoving him away. All before an animatronic zombie sprung from the wall withering and groaning and scared the shit out of you enough to grab ahold of him again.

Severen got a good laugh out of that as you exclaimed, "Fuck this place!" Even if you were smirking a bit.

He gave a huffing sort of chuckle and slung an arm around you as he forced you through the next room. Strobe lights, a putrid smell in the air, a body jerking on a medical table and another one covered.

"Uh uh!" You mumbled trying to turn but he just turned you back around snickering while trying to push you forward. Using a quarter of his strength as you put your brakes on.

He sighed heavily. "Fiinne, I'll go first chicken shit." He dragged you behind him and you realized that was a mistake because they waited till he was halfway in before the one on the table jumped out at you and another sprung out from a hidden door in the wall. You practically jumped on Severen's back and he just stood there grinning. Letting the scare actors get up in his face to try and scare him as he looked downright out amused. He made a wise crack about health insurance to the doctors and then they just tried focusing on you as you, no matter what your size, dragged Severen by the arm out of there as he laughed his ass off. Tripping over his own two feet in his boots at being off balance by you.

"Okay, okay! We're goin'. Relax!" He laughed as you both rounded the corner to a much creepier area.

Some makeshift butcher shop that was almost completely dark with a few red lights. Fake dead bodies and body parts everywhere and a smell that imitated blood.

You cringed, "Ugh, this is neat but I hate it." You whined a bit having fun but also your human heart beating out of your chest.

"Really?" Severen commented taking a big whiff. "Smells as good as cherry pie to me!" He winked at you. "Though not as good. Guess comparing some artificial bullshit fragrance from the real thing."

You weren't even listening to him. Too preoccupied in what was happening. An animatronic dropped from the ceiling as a dead body right over top of his head and he just looked annoyed for the first time tonight when it dropped too low. All before a human scare actor jumped out at the same time and maybe it was the blood smell distracting him or the animatronic or too many distractions for even a vampire to comprehend it all but a guy with a butcher knife tried to grab Severen...And in a harsh motion Severen just instinctively lashed at him and sent him flying into the wall.

Your eyes widened and even Severen looked a bit surprised. "...Oops." He mumbled with a slight bewildered smirk.

The guy groaned, yelling out in pain as a rib or two was definitely broken. Severen sighed, shrugging at you before walking up to him and picking him up by the back of his head. "Welp, looks like the butcher is getting chopped. Can't have you gossiping...I'm damn hungry any." He joked while slamming the guy against the wall. "All this imitation blood is makin' me hungry as a tired hound!"

The guy grunted and tried to fight Severen and he just gripped his head and started slowly twisting to snap his neck in a quick death. "How's 'bout I show ya what actual blood smells like?" Severen purred out with a grin.

The victim he had threw the butcher knife and you yelped as it cut your arm...Jesus Christ, was that real!? Severen's eyes flared, sneering as he ripped the guys head clean off...CLEAN...OFF. You had never seen him do that! The sound of you yelping and smelling your blood set him on edge like no other as he ripped his head off and with the angle the guy was decapitated; that blood from the bodies arteries in the neck spurted out all over you like a damn water gun when he accidentally aimed it at you when he jerked to see if you were okay.

Blood went EVERYWHERE! On your face, your chest, your stomach and legs. Soaking over your clothes that didn't cover much anyways with you being down South in the fall. Your mouth hung open in shock as you outstretched your hands looking down at your body dripping red. The metalic smell hitting you in the face.

Severen cringed. "...Oops...."

You sighed heavily looking irritated but defeated as your entire everything was soaked in sticky hot blood.

Severen clicked his tongue against his teeth with a sheepish smirk. "Sorry, sugar...C'mon! The guy was askin' for it!..." He then came towards you with a concerned look. "Ya alright?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He grabbed your arm. "Liar." He muttered as he gently brought your arm up seeing more blood on that arm dripping to your fingertips. "I can smell yer blood type anywhere, angel...YN...Yer bleedin' too much. That bastard really got ya." He lowered his head to smell.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his face more not letting to of your arm. "No, yer bleedin'." Releasing a shuddering breath and letting his warm wet tongue swipe firmly across the cut. Savoring your taste as his eyes closed. It kept bleeding as he darted his tongue out, lapping little licks over the thin cut before gently sucking. It missed arteries but it still bled.

You felt your stomach flip and heat rise in you. "U-Uh, it's okay...."

"Then let me clean you up. No use letting it all go to waste." He mused while kissing the cut. Groaning to himself at the flavor of you on his lips.

"Um, you're uh...You're wasting blood over there already." You mumbled with wide eyes at the headless body in a pool of its own blood a few feet away.

"No, I ain't." He corrected as he licked a splatter of the man's blood off your arm. "Besides, I ain't licking floor blood. What do ya take me for? A damn dog?" He teased with a husky voice. Blue eyes still hooded as he lapped at your skin. Licking down your arm and wrist before he brought your hand up to dart his tongue out in tickling licks to flicker over your fingertips like the tease he was before sucking your fingers clean of any blood that dripped down your arm.

You were definitely flustered, loins doing that tingling heat thing as you looked at his heavy lidded eyes gazing at you as he sucked and kissed your fingers. "S-Sev! Someone will come in-"

"No they won't." He reassured as he picked you up with his inhuman strength and pinned you to a wall in the corner. Knocking a few props away with his boot. "If they do? We'll jus' say it was part of the act."

He swiped his tongue over your neck and throat, grazing his razor sharp teeth over your vocal cords as you whimpered before licking a firm trail of his tongue up to your mouth. Kissing you deeply with a groan low in his throat. Gripping you and licking the blood from your face and lips before forcing you to taste it on his tongue. You didn't like the taste, still human and the amount of blood not appealing and yet you didn't hate it either. Not when it was him.

He pulled away, blood on his lips; making them look more full while tinted red. He grinned. That euphoria hitting like it always did with blood. Like the sexiest most happiest most wonderful drug as they described it.

They all pointed at the dead bloody, raving how realistic this was before leaving. Severen chuckled at how flustered you were. "Not the best acting abilities babe but with looks like this? Who needs it." He mused as he sucked at your bare nipples/sucked your nipples through whatever garment you had and you whined at the hot rush pulsing between your legs.

You gasped sharply as he ripped your drenched blood red shirt off of you in one clean jerk and you faltered with big eyes. He sucked on the fabric a bit in his hand trying to get that blood before dipping down to lap at the flesh before him. Sliding and swirling and flicking his tongue over your chest and navel. You covered your mouth with heat rising in you. Eyes darting around as you were scared someone might see. You saw a group of people going by and ducked your head in embarrassment at being exposed. Severen blocked you, grinning a bloody sharp toothed grin over his shoulder while looking like he was a scare actor 'eating' another scare actor.

"Sev, please...We'll get caught..."

"Sshhhhhh." He hushed as he kissed down your navel while turning you so you weren't too immodest to any passing people. "Best part? You can scream as loud as ya want and no one will be the wiser, darlin'." He swirled his tongue with a smirk at the blood on your stomach and worked his way down before impatiently sliddinhlg your pants down.

You covered your mouth tighter as he slid your pants and or underwear down to your upper thigh. Just enough to lick what was important. The blood from your shirt had smeared onto your pelvis and he greedily licked his tongue over your skin in firm, flat swipes.

You quivered a little feeling his tongue getting closer to your sex. You were throbbing, heat pooling down there as he smirked up at you. Kneeling on one knee with a satisfied groan like growl coming from his throat. "Mm...Someone's excited."

"B-Because you're..." You trailed off.

He giggled, "Don't go blaming me. I can smell it on ya a mile away just from licking your fingers but this?-" He gently swiped a finger over your privates to collect the liquid your body was producing already whether pre-cum or slickness. It was A LOT on his finger tips. Your body knew what it wanted before you did. Practically dripping as you whimpered at his finger swiping over such a sensitive spot. He continued, "This? What a naughty lil darlin' I have...Hmm."

He blew air on you down there as you flinched. "What should I do to such a naughty thing, hmm? I mean gee...I done cleaned off all the blood. What else is there?" He mockingly gave with faux innocence.

God damn, he was gonna make you say it?! His teasing was ridiculous!

"S-Sev please."

"Please what?" He asked blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Please...Lick me."

He hummed. "Ooh...Like here?" He purposely barely licked near you. Tongue flicked at your inner thigh. "Here?" He fluttered his tongue on your pubic area so close yet not touching the throbbing that you needed touched to cum. "Well gosh, YN! How am I supposed to know if you won't say it?" He remarked with a smirk.

"...Please...Lick my...Cock/Pussy."

Severen grinned like a Cheshire Cat laughing at how flustered you were. "Well why didn't ya jus' say so? Sure, baby. I'll lick ya...I'll lick ya reeaalll good." He drew out with a husky chuckle before diving his head down.

You had to cover your mouth as a strained cry tried to escape. His tongue in flat, wet, firm strokes lapped at the tip/your clit.

Jesus! He didn't warm up or even tease like he normally did. Just those firm but flexible laps as wetness collected on his tongue. Your hips twitched at the urupt stimulation. He grunted at your taste as he closed his eyes and had uour hips in a death grip. His rough hands holding them firmly as you could feel his cool metal rings on your warm skin. He kept a pace he knew you liked. No teasing, just him wanting you to come undone on his mouth in a public place.

He dived back down, replacing his hand with his mouth. Careful when sucking and licking you from his filed down teeth. You barely felt his sharp teeth so delicate it almost tickled as he held your hips still so he didn't accidentally hurt you. His tongue warm and wet with saliva as he spreaded your own liquids with his tongue. Groaning into you as his tongue lapped faster. Right underneath your tip/clit as you tried so hard not to cry out but failed. A strained groan falling from your mouth...It just made him be firmer with the base of his tongue. Going up and down, side to side, fluttering, swirling. He was an insatiable greedy menace lapping and licking like a madman.

He used his hand to replace his tongue. Firmly rubbing you to talk. "Don't be shy, baby. Cry, moan, hollar. Ain't no one gonna know what's what in here." His hand moved faster, fingers dancing lightly in a fast pace over your skin as you trembled and gasped out a moan. Unable to control it, unable to move away with his iron grip, people being able to pass by at anytime.

"That's my darlin'."

You gripped the wall behind you, chest rising and falling as your groans and whimpers and moans were more urgent. You couldn't keep quiet with what he was doing. Your adrenaline pumping so much from the fear of being caught.

Then he added a hand. What his mouth couldn't do because of his teeth or the position; he did with his fingers. Grasping your aching cock firmly to pump / inserting not one but two fingers into that slick needy heat to stretch you out deliciously and rub at your g spot. All while his tongue and mouth sucked and licked making smacking noises in between his moans. His eyes hooded as he was enjoying doing this as much as you were recieving.

Your hips went from flinching away to lightly bucking against his face. He chuckled in his throat before growling a low rumble in his chest that vibrated in his throat as he kept up a firm fast pace.

Loud moans were coming out of you. Head back as he was relentless.

A group of people came by and you felt fear grip you at them seeing you in the dark-ish corner, red light refelecting on you. Trying to cover your upper body and Severen feverishly lapping at you. His head of dark hair blocking the view of your genitals thank god but they still looked...And Severen purposely pumped you harder. Hand tighter / Fingers firmer as you felt the heat erupting in you against your will.

"Nnnoo! DONT!! PLEASE DON'T!" You yelled out breathlessly. Before screaming. Absolutely throwing your head back and releasing a groaning scream right as these people walked by all before an animatronic on the opposite side of the room jumped out at them and they ran screaming themselves...They thought your pleas and screams were part of the act.

You gripped Severen's hair hard and rode your orgasm out when he wouldn't stop. Bucking your hips with teeth gritted and a low growling groan escaping you as all that pleasure tingled every part of you. Erupting inside you and then fizzling out. He kept going and it overstimulated so bad you jerked his hair harshly to the point you could've ripped it out.

"Ow! Babe, that hurts...I can handle a truck hittin' me, a shotgun, cold cocked in the jaw, stabbed but hair pulling is off limits...Shit hurts!" He pouted and pulled away. He smirked soon after as he drew his fingers away from you and licked any cum he might've missed; clean.

You stared down at him, panting. You almost slid down the wall from the intense orgasm you just had as he quickly stood up and braced you. "Easy there...That was so good. That's my baby. You were s' damn sexy...Taste s' good on my tongue." He praised in a husky whisper in your ear while holding you and kissing your head.

You were limp a moment. If you could purr you would. That was one of the best you ever had and so kinky in public and just...Memorable for sure. And how he treated you made you weak kneed.

He giggling a bit. "C'mere." He hugged you a second. "I'd love to stand here holdin' ya, sweetie...Buuutttt-" He gestured to the body.

Reality set in as you realized you had no shirt now. You both heard the scare actors yelling and talking to each other a room away and you panicked. He shrugged off his jacket then his over-sized red flannel he wore. He quickly gave it to you, whether it was too tight or too loose didn't matter. As long as it covered you enough to get out of here. Your shirt he ripped off was evidence and would've been a red flag as soon as you exited anyways.

He slung an arm around you to support you as you pulled your pants up and adjusted his flannel.

"Welp, time to head out. This was fun, YN." He mused as he quickly led you away to get out of here before scare actors realized he killed their coworker and police were called. If you did get on camera; it wouldn't be the first. The clan was good at evading cops and hiding as vampires.

Once through the rooms he slowed his pace. Having his arm around you with a leisure stride and smile. Boots jangling with his spur on each step. The security guard stared at you both...Eyeing the red on your dark pants but it wasn't as noticeable as your old now destroyed shirt was. You and Severen smiled and walked out the building. Scott free.

He leaned down. Whispering to you. "Close one. Nights young. How bout we get to some place private so we can keep having fun."

You eagerly nodded with a smirk still on an adrenaline rush you just did what you did and just as excited to return the favor. He stopped a moment to kiss you, lifting your chin to let his lips meet yours before you both just smirked at each other and kept walking. The night was his. It was his playground and he was like an excited teen boy in love rather than a centuries old vampire so ready to show you his world. You didn't know how long you'd be human but not long. You were too enraptured with him, with the night that how could you not?

For now, he lifted you up with the strength of a superhuman as he rushed with you to the nearest motel. Both of you laughing and in love and needed to touch and get as much lust out as possible.

[burnwater13]

Garsa Fwip's Sanctuary in Mos Espa, on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar from DateWorks.

Grogu had heard of ‘Cantina Culture’, but honestly he thought it had something to do with infectious disease control. All sorts of people travelled to Tatooine and as a planet with a limited water supply, hygiene practices that were typical on Corellia or Chandrila couldn’t be readily employed. You had to bring your own sanitizer and you had to understand that the sanitizing stations at the space port near Mos Eisley had run out of sanitizing anything a long time ago. 

He was explaining that all to Peli Motto when she began to laugh, loudly and with more gusto than a serious discussion of public hygiene deserved. 

“Buddy, ‘Cantina Culture’ isn't about that kind of biology. It’s about the people who go to a cantina and the sort of things they expect of that cantina. For instance, here, everyone who goes into the cantina knows ya gotta be able to play sabacc. If ya can’t play, ya stay. Simple rule. Now, take Mos Pelgo…”

Grogu waved his hands to interrupt her to no avail.

“They… Okay, okay, Freetown, whatever. Any how, up there ya gotta have a spotchka. Ya gotta share the latest gossip. Ya gotta laugh at the Marshal’s jokes. That’s how they roll up there. Over in Mos Espa, well, there you better have more credits than ya know what to do with. Those Twi’lek dancers and servers will spend it for ya before you can say, ‘No, I don’t want my boots polished’. Even if I had boots needing polishing I wouldn’t let them do it at three times the cost of having the pit droids do it. Ridiculous waste of credits.”

She stopped talking to take a breath and then didn’t start back up. 

“Where was I? Oh, yeah, depending on the town, the people, the products available, and a bunch of other factors, every cantina you walk into is nothing like the last cantina you were in. That’s ‘Cantina Culture’. I’m surprised yer dad didn't explain that to ya. Although, come ta’ think of it, do Mandalorian’s even have cantinas?”

Peli was looking at him expectantly as if he and his dad had been to a bunch of them over the course of their adventures. He shrugged at her. He didn’t think that Mandalorians bothered with stuff like that. They were too busy trying to make sure that ex-Imps weren’t hiding around the corner from everywhere they were.

“Well, when yer dad gets back, he can tell us all about ‘em.”

Peli had settled the matter to her own satisfaction and then walked back to her office, yelling at the pit droids to get her boots and start polishing them. Grogu giggled at that. You never knew which part of a conversation you had with her was going to be the part that stuck. Grogu doubted that she’d remember to ask his dad about Mandalorian cantinas and what kind of culture they had. 

Grogu thought that was a silly question any way. Based on everything they already knew about Din Djarin and the handful of other Mandalorians he’d met, Grogu could tell you just what a Mandalorian cantina was like. 

First, it wasn’t called a cantina. It was called a ‘bar’. It was called that because cantina sounded too fun and tavern was too friendly. ‘Bar’ conveyed the right sort of purposefulness of the establishment. Get in, get out, get back to work.

Mandalorians were very deliberate people and they didn’t mess around with subtleties. You lined up at the bar top and were given a drink with a straw and you put your foot on the bar at the bottom of the structure to allow you to rest a little. No chairs. No tables. No booths. No music. No decorations. No problems. 

Grogu had no doubt that they entered and left in shifts and were only allowed there at certain times of day and on certain days of the week. Organized, methodical, routine, predictable, boring certainty. 

Then he considered what a Jedi cantina would be like. He sighed and laughed at the same time. His first thought was that it would be empty and his second thought was it would be the absolute opposite of a Mandalorian bar. It would be filled with sound. At least two or three different sources of music would be present and playing at the same time. You would just focus on the one you liked better and you wouldn’t even notice the others. The furniture would look like it had been found at a recycling center. It would be every size, every style, every color and just pushed into the large room in a manner that would immediately suggest that it had once been used to barricade the entry. 

Grogu didn’t know who would have been foolish enough to try and attack a Jedi cantina. Only a bunch of fools. Of course the Jedi wouldn’t have called it a cantina either. They would have given it a semi-ironic nickname like a ‘watering hole’ or a lounge. The images those names evoked were almost opposites and that's just what the Jedi would have been counting on. No reason to advertise that the location was primarily about goofing off and playing chess or darts with your fellow knights and masters, no padawans allowed. 

He giggled at that. He suspected that rule would apply to younglings as well, but he couldn’t imagine a Jedi watering hole that would have been able to keep Ian out. His friend had an absolute sixth sense for spaces like that and had made a regular study of them at the Jedi Temple. That’s how Master Yoda’s private swamp ended up hosting a younglings festival night when the powerful Jedi had been called away to travel to Trymant IV.  Grogu wished that event had established a youngling cantina culture, but you couldn’t hide a fifty foot water slide from Master Yoda, no matter how many of the younglings worked together to make it disappear.

“Hey buddy, I’m back. Peli said you wanted to go to the Cin Vhetin.”

The Mandalorian was suddenly there and seemed pretty happy for a change. 

Grogu asked why.

“Peli said you wanted to see a real honest to B’Omarr Mandalorian drinking establishment. One just opened here in Mos Eisley. If we go now they’ll still have Fire Stacks. You won’t want to miss them.”

Huh? A Mandalorian drinking establishment that served food? You could have knocked Grogu over with a feather. His dad wanted to get something to eat that wasn't a ration pack? Grogu jumped up into his dad’s arms and bumped his head against the Mandalorian’s helmet. He thought it was important to encourage his dad to go new places and try new things, especially when he was along for the ride.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I quickly scanned twitter some minutes ago and the fights I saw between PJMs, other solos and ARMYs looked exactly like practically every fight I've seen before. There's no take to be given.

"There's no take to be given?"

Bpp I know you have some juicy takes you've got to give us more than that after so long 😭

***

Have you ever been to a house party (hosted by a friend of a friend of a friend) that's gone off the rails? At this party the host is a lovely, well-coiffed white woman in her early 40s, with roughly a liter of prosecco and two burger sliders sloshing around in her yoga-toned belly. She's a bit pink in the face talking a bit too loudly about that one time she and her partner visited a scat fetish club in Venice.

Her partner is visibly mortified, there's a handful of nervous giggles here and there from the other hostages around the table. The unspoken rule in these sorts of situations is to appear too 'cosmopolitan' and 'edgy' to be truly shocked or put-off by anything mentioned. Kink shaming is the biggest faux pas at events like this. After all, everyone in that room is struggling with their own midlife crisis one way or the other. If this lovely lady's preferred fix is to gratify a poop kink and recount it in painful detail to strangers in her home, then who is anyone to say otherwise?

Even if at the end of the day, this woman clearly has some issues or is at the very least, an idiot. A rich, well-coiffed and somewhat pleasant idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

The kink itself isn't necessarily the problem. We've all got kinks in a sense and it could be vanilla or illegal. It's just that some people, for some reason, can't be normal about it. They gratify in it, obsess about it, take it to the extreme and pollute public-use spaces with it.

That's what it feels like to be in k-pop spaces sometimes. Thousands of people who really ought to know better, gratifying in their kink to obsess over k-pop idols to the extreme and to call out frankly insane behaviour in those spaces is to kink-shame, essentially. Nobody re-thinks their behaviour much less considers stopping it. These people are too far gone. The only thing to do is chuckle politely if you can stomach it or ignore them entirely. Anything more is wasted effort.

Like I said, there's no take to be given.

[kelyon]

Courtship 16: Trousseau

To prepare for her new life, Mr. Gold's fiancee updates her wardrobe.

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The Wednesday before her wedding, Miss French sat, ramrod straight, in a booth at Granny’s Diner. Ice slowly melted into the dregs of her iced tea. 

She was alone.

Ruby the waitress sidled up to the table, her face a cautious cringe. 

“Are you still waiting for them?”

Digging her nails into her palms, Miss French looked at the clock above the diner counter. 12:17. They wouldn’t be that late, not both of them. Not unless something really bad had happened.

Her eyes shifted to her hands, her engagement ring. Well, maybe something really bad had happened, at least from their perspective.

Her stomach rumbled, but she couldn’t stay here. Mr. Gold’s fiancee couldn’t sit alone at Granny’s and eat a hamburger like some schlub on a lunch break. Sitting here waiting for them had already been more than enough public humiliation. 

They’d had lunch together every Wednesday since graduation and they didn’t even bother to tell her? Not even a phone call? 

Fuck them.

“No,” Miss French said firmly. She reached into her purse and set a fifty on the table. “No, I should be on my way. Apologies for wasting the space, Miss Lucas.”

Ruby gaped, first at the cash and then at Miss French. The waitress’ awe was cold comfort, but at least Mr. Gold’s money impressed some people. Miss French put on her coat and strutted through the restaurant like a model on a catwalk.

Behind her, she heard Ruby squeak out, “Come again!”

Miss French rolled her eyes and left.

****  

She hadn’t been in Mara’s store since the grand opening a year or so ago. Poor little Lacey French never had a reason to look at lingerie. Even if the florist’s daughter had money to burn, who was she going to wear fancy underwear for? Hunter? He was a Philistine, a child.  The confections sold at Sugar’n’Spice would have been wasted on him. Like so many other things, Miss French’s desire for satin and lace had lain dormant for most of her life, unknown even to herself. She’d been waiting for Mr. Gold to come along and wake her up. 

She burst through the double doors, letting a blast of freezing wind blow through the tiny storefront. It was a cramped space, though some might call it “cozy” or “boutique.” The air was thick with the smell of fake roses oozing from a candle burning by the cash register. The area near the door was discreetly filled up with nighties and robes. Pink and red polyester teased at what other delights might be found deeper within. There weren’t any other customers.

“You know,” Miss French said loudly, “for someone who’s trying to make a living off of making women feel sexy, you sure are quick to judge consenting adults.”

Mara Trudine looked up from a table where she’d been arranging thongs printed with hearts.

“Oh,” she said dully. Her typical easy smile and knowing eyes were nowhere to be found. She looked like she’d eaten a bucket of concrete. “Hi.”

“Did I get the day wrong?” Miss French made her voice bright and fake. “It is Wednesday, isn’t it? Am I so stupid I lost track of the days of the week?”

Miss Trudine sighed. “So Janine stayed home too?”

“I don’t know where she is--I haven’t seen her!” She smiled. “See, I was sitting alone at Granny’s waiting to have lunch with my best friends when I realized I’d be having a lot more fun if I was buying lingerie!”

Spinning on her cobalt stilettos, Miss French turned away and started picking clothes off the racks. She grabbed everything, not caring about style or color, and definitely not looking at the prices.

“You see,” Miss French went on in the same cheerful tone, “Mr. Gold is very particular about what underthings I’m wearing.” She stopped, giggled. “Or not wearing.”

 “Listen, I get that you’re mad at me, but--”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Miss French stared at the shopgirl. She smiled so hard her face hurt. “What do you matter?”

At first, the girl looked more surprised than offended--the shock of being slapped in the face before the pain could set in. Then her features hardened. Her freckled brow furrowed.

“Well, screw you too,” she said. “If that’s how you feel, why are you even here?”

“To spend money!” Miss French giggled. “Mr. Gold insists that I wear the best lingerie, and, well--” She made an exaggerated look around the modest store. “At least this is the best in Storybrooke.”

Miss Trudine wasn’t having any of this. “I think you should leave.” 

“Do you really?” Miss French pulled a stack of fifty dollar bills out of her purse. “Because Mr. Gold wants me to spend all of this today. And he’ll probably give me more tomorrow.”

Jaw clenched, the little entrepreneur looked down at the money on the table. Miss French knew the calculations going on in her business-track brain: How much money that was, how many bills it could pay, how many other customers it would take to add up to the same sum, how long it would take a specialty store in a podunk town to get that many customers. It all added up to the same result. 

She sighed in defeat. “What are you looking for?”

“What do you have in white?” she asked. “I don’t know if you heard, but I’m getting married on Saturday.”

Miss Trudine opened her mouth to speak, then seemed to think better of it. Instead, she pointed to a corner. “Bridal section is over there.”

Beaming, the future Mrs. Gold snatched up the cash and pranced over to a rack of white tulle. Her skirt today was flouncy. Frilly fabric bounced against her thighs as she walked, a constant reminder of who she was and why she was doing this.

Her first instinct was to grab everything in her size, throw money at Mara, and run home to try things on. But was that really how Mrs. Gold would act? Would Mrs. Gold be in a hurry for anyone other than her husband? Would Mrs. Gold bother to do things in the privacy of her own home when she could put someone in their place by doing it in front of them? 

Of course not.

Leisurely, she skimmed through the bra and panty sets. She ran her fingers over silky polyester and scratchy lace. When something caught her eye, she held it up against her body, as though that would tell her anything. She carried the hangers on one fingertip like they weighed nothing. Mrs. Gold would wear underwear like this every day, every day Mr. Gold allowed her to wear anything at all.

“Is there a fitting room?” she asked when she had taken everything she wanted off of one rack.

“Over there,” Miss Trudine pointed to a drape-covered archway. Her mouth worked as she decided how much customer service she wanted to offer the person who had once been her best friend. “Let me know if you need anything in a different size.”

“Oh, I will!” Miss French threatened. 

****

She was pickier than she needed to be, wasting time trying on everything, asking for different sizes and colors. The shopgirl spent the afternoon running back and forth across the store with new items for her to try. Nothing went untested. Corsets and stockings and nighties--everything that was pretty or scandalous or tempting.

“Oh, Mr. Gold is going to love this one,” Miss French squealed. 

It might have been made just for him. The fabric--see-through and skimpy as it was--was a rich, luscious burgundy. All the clasps and fittings were gold. It was relatively traditional, classy as these things went. A plunging bra and barely-there panties, and a garter belt that clung to her waist deliciously. The whole thing was both sexy and elegant, like an old-fashioned pinup. Nothing tawdry or cheap, just beauty.

The woman in the mirror looked poised and confident. There was no gap between who she wanted to be and who she was, and she knew it. In this outfit, she was worthy of being Mrs. Gold.

“Do you have stockings that can match this color?” she called out to the shopgirl.

“If I don’t have any in stock, I can probably order some,” she said from the other side of the curtain that functioned as a door. “What color is it?”

Giddy with triumph, Miss French threw open the curtain. She spread her arms and struck a pose. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

For a second, Mara’s smile went genuine. “Oh yeah, that is such a great set. I’ve been--oh my God.”

She was so serious that for a second Lacey thought something terrible had happened. Mara’s face had gone white behind her freckles and her eyes didn’t move. She was staring at her. 

Staring at her arm.

“Oh!” Reflexively, Miss French giggled and rubbed the spot where Mr. Gold’s bruise still lingered. It had been a few days, so it wasn’t warm anymore. The raised pink had settled down into a mottled purple. It was still a perfect rectangle, still the shape of the ruler he had used to punish her.

“What happened?” Mara whispered. “And tell me the truth. Don’t give me some bullcrap about slipping on ice or something.”  

Taking a deep breath, Miss French dragged her fingers over from the bruise. It still hurt when she pressed it. The pain steadied her.

“Your suspicions are correct,” she said lightly. “Mr. Gold did this.”

“I’m calling Sheriff Graham.”

“Don’t!” She grabbed her friend by the arm before she could leave the changing room. “It wasn’t a crime. I wanted him to do it.”

“Then I’m calling Dr. Hopper. You’re sick in the head!”

“No, I’m not!” Miss French shouted. “What a stupid thing to say! You think the way a person gets their kicks is enough to make them psychotic? What, are you gonna get me committed for having fun?”

Miss Trudine’s brown eyes blazed with righteous fury. “He is hurting you. You’ve been dating him for what--a week?--and he’s getting you to marry him. He is turning you against your friends and family. This is bad, Lace!”

“It’s my friends and family who are turning me against them. Mr. Gold has nothing to do with it.”

“Are you even allowed to call him by his first name? Do you even know it?”

Miss French scoffed. “That doesn’t matter. He could be named Barbara for all I care, it doesn’t change how I feel!”

“How do you feel?” The shopgirl didn’t let up. “Do you feel safe? Do you think you can say no to him? Lacey, do you even love him?”

“There is more to life than lo-o-ove,” she sneered. She walked over to the pile of hangers and fabric and grabbed a handful of lingerie. She shook it under Miss Trudine’s nose. “You love this shit. You love your business, but you’re going to go broke trying to make it work. You can’t charge a week’s worth of groceries for a single pair of underwear!”

“This isn’t about my career. This is about--”

“Mr. Gold is going to tear these off my body with his teeth.” Miss French snarled. “Because that’s what we think about what you love. Then I’m going to come in here and buy more and you’re gonna stay in business. Because it isn’t love that makes the world go round, it is money. And if you ever say another word about my choices, you will never see any of my money again.”

The girl’s gaze was steady, but her eyes were tearing. “I’m your friend, Lacey. I want to help you.”

“You can’t,” Miss French snapped. “I should have figured that out a long time ago. Mr. Gold is the only one who can give me what I want.”

“Since when do you care so much about stuff?” Miss Trudine whispered in disbelief.

“Since I’ve finally been able to get any.” Miss French went back to the mirror. She admired her body, and the way the outfit flattered her. Mr. Gold would definitely enjoy ripping it to shreds. And his enjoyment, his pleasure, his approval--that mattered more than anything in the world. “Besides, stuff is just the beginning.”

****

Back in her room above the flower shop, the future Mrs. Gold started packing. The clothes she had accumulated since she’d started dating Mr. Gold had already filled up her childhood dresser. There were more clothes she hadn’t worn yet, still neatly folded in the paper shopping bags from Modern Fashions. Emptying her drawers, she filled up the bags with everything she wanted to take with her. She would move into Mr. Gold’s house after the honeymoon. The only thing that wasn’t brand-new was the purple sequined dress she had worn on their first date.   

Everything she wanted for the honeymoon was in a little leather suitcase Mr. Gold had loaned her. She didn’t have a lot of clothes to pack for that, and what she did have was too skimpy to take up much room.

She tossed the rest into plastic garbage bags. Her faded underwear and stretched-out sports bras were useless. Cotton socks went the way of her dirt-stained sneakers and worn-out loafers. T-shirts with too many holes to wear in public used to be repurposed into pajama shirts--she didn’t need those anymore. Rags. None of this was good enough for Mrs. Gold. 

There were some things that weren’t total trash. Some of these jeans and t-shirts would have lasted Lacey French another year or more. The slacks and blouses were nice enough, if entirely unsuitable for Mr. Gold’s stupid slut. There was a part of her that couldn’t completely discard these things. Even if she didn’t want them in her life anymore, they weren’t worthless.

She picked up the gray cable-knit sweater that had once belonged to her cousin Andrew. She’d worn it in front of Mr. Gold and he hadn’t liked it. She wouldn’t be able to wear the sweater as his wife, but there was no way she could just pitch  it.

There was an answer. She didn’t like it, but it was the right thing to do. With a heavy sigh, Miss French opened up a clean garbage bag and started a new category of clothes.

****

The next morning, she hefted three trash bags over to the only yellow house in Old Town, the only house Mr. Gold didn’t own. The plastic sign for Janine’s business desperately proclaimed Hair Today! The name had always annoyed Lacey and wasn’t any more endearing to Miss French.

Without knocking, she opened the unlocked door.

“Hello?” she called, unsure of who would answer.

The TV was on in the living room, providing the only light in the empty space. The curtains were drawn, so everything was dim and gloomy. In the middle of February, the artificial Christmas tree was still in the corner, undecorated and unlit. 

The Woolvertons always waited until Christmas Eve to put up their ornaments--letting the kids stay up as late as they needed to for the job to be done. The car crash had happened in the time between putting the tree up and decorating it. Now the bare tree loomed over their living space like the shadow of death itself. 

“Aunt Terri?” Lacey’s voice quavered. 

“She’s asleep.” Janine leaned against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, cradling a mug of coffee. “Or at least she’s in bed. She spends most of her time in bed until Chloe gets home from school.”

“Oh.”

“Did you want to talk to her? Maybe apologize for whatever you did at the graveyard?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Miss French said coolly. “And I wanted to see you. I just wasn’t sure if you’d be up here or in the basement.”

Janine shrugged. “I don’t have any appointments today and the phone number is the same for the business and the house.”

“Oh that’s dumb,” she blurted. 

Mom had always been insistent on separating Game of Thorns business from their home life. The store had a separate phone line, and even an answering machine so they wouldn’t feel like they had to be on call after hours. Family time was family time, was what she always said. 

Janine didn’t respond to her criticism. She shifted her weight, so she was standing up straight. “You want to talk to me?”

“Yeah.” She picked up one of the garbage bags by the strained plastic handle. “I’ve got some clothes I thought you might want.”

Her cousin’s face had no expression. “Because you have a brand-new wardrobe.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I do.”

“Courtesy of Storybrooke’s most bloodthirsty loan shark.”

Miss French pressed her lips into a thin line. “He never asks you people for blood, just money.”

The hairdresser scoffed. “‘Us people’? Like you’re so different from us peasants.”

“Well, I am the only girl he asked to marry him.”  

“Cuz you’re the only one who would say yes. I don’t know if that means you’re crazy or brainwashed or--”

“Stupid?” Miss French bared her teeth. She took a step forward. “Do you think I don’t know who he is? Do you think I don’t know what he wants? Do you think I don’t want to give it to him?”

“I think you’re making a mistake,” Miss Woolverton’s blue eyes were all ice. “I think you don’t understand what kind of choice you’re making. And I think if you just waited--”

“Waited for what?” She sighed. “Wait for things to get better? For the business to turn around? For us to finally get ahead a little? I’ve been waiting my whole life for that shit. I thought getting good grades was working towards a future, but that’s just more broken promises. Janine, you know that. You’re here in it with me. You thought your future was gonna be different too. Don’t you want to escape? Don’t you want to win? For once?”

Janine shook her head. Her free hand rubbed the space between her eyebrows. “This isn’t the way to do it, Lacey.”

“I know what you think,” she swallowed. “I wish I could make you understand.”

“I do understand.” Janine took a step closer.  “You’re right, I do want to escape. I want to live in a world where the bad things never happened, where we could believe in even the possibility of a happy ending. But just because we don’t live in that world doesn’t mean you have to abandon every principle we were raised with.”

“What did principles ever get us?” Miss French muttered.   

“Being good isn’t about getting things. You do what’s right because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Virtue is its own reward?” She scoffed. “So far I’ve found vice to be much more satisfying.”

Her cousin sighed and looked down into her coffee.

“Anyway, I’ll just leave the stuff here,” Lacey gestured to the bags. “Been a while since we had a clothes swap.”

“I don’t want them,” Miss Woolverton said softly. 

“Oh come on, there’s decent stuff in here. You always liked that white sweater I wore to--”

“Stop.” Her voice was firmer now, her face sadder. In the harsh lights and murky shadows, she almost looked like Mom. “I don’t want your garbage, Lacey.”

“It’s not--”

“It is to you,” she said. “You’re going off to a fancy new life. You think you don’t need these clothes anymore, and maybe you don’t. But you can’t just throw stuff at me and think it’s the same as sharing.”

“I offered to share my new life with you. Honestly, the offer’s still on the table. We can go to Modern Fashions and I’ll buy you a bridesmaid’s dress right now.”

The heaviest sigh yet. “Oh, Lacey,” she said. “Just because Gold can buy you, it doesn’t mean you can buy us.”

“I’m not--”

“Yes, you are. You remember that book we read in middle school? The Witch of Blackbird Pond? There’s a difference between giving generous gifts and just tossing things away because of pride, because you have so much stuff it doesn’t matter.” 

“The family in that book were literal Puritans.”

Miss Woolverton looked at her with insufferable patience. “There’s a better way to win in life,” she said. “Yes, times have been tough lately. They’ve been terrible.” She blinked a couple of times, pushing back tears. “But nothing good is going to come from you marrying Gold.”

“You don’t know that,” she said. “And you’re wrong anyway. Good stuff has already come from me being with Mr. Gold.”

She shook her head. “I hope I am wrong. I hope you can be happy with him. I hope he’ll be good to you, good for you. Maybe you’ll bring out the best in him, instead of him bringing out the worst in you.”

Miss French rolled her eyes. “I’m not interested in changing Mr. Gold.”

“Of course not,” the hairdresser said. “You don’t think there’s anything wrong with him. That’s your whole problem.”

[thevampirearchive]

How did I cure my depression and pessimism? Vampires. It started with twilight, which I usually only tell strangers since they’ll make a judgment and I won’t care because I don’t know them from Eve. But in true honesty, I submerged myself so much that now I walk around with knowledge about the Shadow Dwelling Lore Creatures (that I may or may not truly believe exists) to the point where if I meet anybody from anywhere, I can most likely mention a local vampire lore from their town, country or continent.

The mind is fascinating, because what changed was my outlook on death, how I saw life and my relationship with spirituality. I began to understand what I don’t think was meant to actually be taken seriously. But I’m a deeply serious person, and somehow also very ‘this is for shits and giggle’. Fun and serious, intense and mischievous— what a blend.

And what now? No depression? No. I went from seeing life as this passive activity, punishment from hidden enemies, hating everything to now appreciating the simplest thing as a funny sticker on a overly covered pole in public. People’s anger when nothings actually that deep unless we’re talking about real issues vs the train being 1 minute late. Taken life less serious in a liberating way rather then the sducidal lens’s and now I dedicate everyday doing my little research. Writing my little books, making my little moodboards, listening to my lil vamp-coded songs, making my little vampire art and speaking to myself (very loudly, so loudly it gets written down and posted for whomever to see).

An active existence from such a simple yet complicated concept, had me from bed rotting, ruminating thoughts on pasts I can’t change and wondering what life will be like in x years because I didn’t expect it to make it this far. To now waking everyday, blasting music that reminds me of vampires, little scenarios taking turns in my mind, actively trying to better others lives through my profession. Being kind to myself, being the weird black girl so the weird black girl watching feels comfortable being her weird black self in public too. I do it for me but also all versions of me I’ve decommissioned because there is no space for them. No need for them to stay at the front because all they know how to do is survive. But this version of me is a liver, fully. All because of vampires, that’s kinda metal as fuck.

[vizthedatum]

Pride is about existence and the right to persist in existence

As Pride celebrations kick off in my city, I am once again left to the devices of my own mind and body about what it all means.

Earlier, I talked about how I'm so ambivalent about going to the "corporate" Pride celebration in my city. It seems so performative... it seems like a spectacle in the name of acceptance and raising awareness. It feels like a slap in the face to know that U.S. Steel is one of the largest sponsors in a city where they have systematically busted unions and deprived people of their rights.

But isn't gender and our expression to love also performative? And there are so many folks who benefit from mingling with their community, sharing their creations, and simply having fun. It promotes visibility and the humanity of who we are.

Isn't the inclusion of people-centric ideals into the cogs of capitalism a good thing? So that despite how they try to control us, they must acknowledge that we exist? And that they will have to conform to our existence instead of the other way around?

I mean, it's also a spectacle for me to get my nails done - is that Pride?

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What is Pride?

In my own opinion based on my life experience of being closeted, mocked, torn down, accepted, fluid, a "great ally" *girlish giggle*, abused, confused, traumatized, loved, and out:

It's about our right to exist whoever we are regardless of the regimes and constructs that exist in our society. It's about hating and revolting against cops and authorities who seek to tear us down while still acknowledging that there are very few tools in our society to use when we do need help... and being mad about it.

It's about seeing a person shake their head while I'm holding hands with my girlfriend and she's just mundanely talking to me about life stuff - and knowing that despite their disapproval, they know that we exist. They know we exist, and they don't like it, and it's not our problem, but we are also allowed to protect ourselves when they make it our problem.

Tangent: we have very few tools in our society to protect ourselves (I will be the first to admit that I'm ACAB but I still had a police escort come with me to rightfully enter my home where my queer, black spouse was barring me from entry and accusing me of abuse despite me putting them on a fucking pedestal for the entirety of our relationship (they turned on me because of not who I was (a person who will always love them and see the good in them - even though I am also angry about how they treated me (what an ableist asshole)) but because of who they were - they are so unhealed that they assumed that I would act like them)). Secondary tangent: Pride is about trying to do better in our society to come up with more tools that can not only make things equitable but provide justice for all populations. Tertiary tangent: Pride is not just for and about queer people. It's about everyone!

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So what would serve me this Pride month?

I am going into hermit mode today until Sunday evening to intentionally take space for myself and to make my new home beautiful. It is a far better use of my time than to go to a Pride celebration. I do not judge anyone for going.

I am going to flaunt my existence as loudly as I can for not just this month, but as long as I live. I heal loudly now, and it's beautiful. It's beautiful even when I cry or rage or smile or anything.

I am assigning pronouns to my vulva - his pronouns are he/him/his. Please take note.

I am gonna practice chest-binding more and going out. I love my boobs more knowing that one day (hopefully) they will feed my child and that I will get a reduction or mastectomy in the future. I also love the attention they get, and I love to flaunt them. I enjoy the sensations of the environment and other people around them. All of it can be true. It is true to me, and that is what matters.

I am going to go into public spaces while holding my partner's or lover's hands.

I am going to celebrate friendship and community while being firm in my personal boundaries, even as they evolve. I will be kind to myself by resting in whatever form that may be, and I will understand and not take it personally if other people need space/rest too.

I want to practice NOT using JADE (justifying, arguing, defending, explaining) - My body still feels uncomfortable not doing this. Especially when people misunderstand me (they always will). "No." is always a complete sentence, and your reaction to my personal boundary is YOUR issue. I can still be compassionate and kind if the situation warrants it. I can still work for mutual understanding and repair if that relationship is important and valuable to all parties. I have learned this over and over from multiple sides (of course I've had ugly reactions to other people's boundaries - I'm human, and I've made mistakes).

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Thank you for witnessing. I'm grateful to witness you.