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angiezidler205 · 10 months ago

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The Break Up Bonus

NSFW AT BOTTOM READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Rocko and Norbert waved goodbye to their friends, as they left home. Rocko closed the door and turned to see Spunky asleep on the chair smiling. Norbert appeared from the kitchen, drying his hands, and smiled at him. “Your family are something huh?”, Norbert asked while hugging him. Rocko smiled and nuzzled his hair, “Honestly they're a crazy one but they're great.”. Norbert chuckled and rested his head on Rocko's shoulder, “I feel like this is a dream. A dream I don't want to wake up to.”. Rocko looked at him and smiled sadly,” Me neither. But if I do wake up. I'll get you back. I'll go to your home, open the door and just kiss you without any second thoughts.”. Norbert laughed, “Very bold of you to do that Rockamundo.”

Rocko relaxed more while nuzzling him close, “Ohhh I miss hearing your laugh and nicknames. Don't ever stop being you. Don't ever change for me Norby Beauty.”. Norbert kissed his cheek, “You too! Don't ever give up ok? Anything happens I want you to fight ok? You're smart, clever, amazing, handsome, kind, and understanding. You also have good comebacks!”. Rocko laughed while kissing him, “If I have to defend my family then I will.”. Norbert blushed at being called a family and smiled, kissing his lips. They pulled away and walked upstairs quietly, Rocko held Norbert’s hand and smiled going up there.

Once they got up there Rocko pinned him to the wall and began kissing him deeply. Norbert was caught off guard at first but immediately returned the kiss. This feels familiar.. Rocko gripped his hair softly and began to lick his lips softly. Norbert opened his mouth in a moan but was filled with Rocko's tongue. Norbert felt his legs nearly give up and his shaft coming to life. Rocko lifted him up by his rear and clutched his cheeks. Norbert moaned and held on to Rocko's dress shirt. Rocko pulled away and started kissing his neck passionately. Norbert moaned loudly and was cut off by Rocko carrying him to his room. Rocko closed the door behind him and pinned Norbert to the door. He continued to kiss his neck and nibble and certain spots there. Norbert felt his heart and shaft throb from this and moaned louder.

“R-Rocko! Ahhhh! I love you!”, Norbert moaned. Rocko smiled and sucked all over his neck, leaving multiple hickeys there. Rocko pulled away, seeing Norbert’s fur wet and exposing the hickey he left behind. Norbert 's face was flushed pure red and his eyes were shining with passion. Rocko stared at every detail and smiled. This will be kept in his mind for a long time.

Norbert pulled him into a kiss again and grinded on him. Rocko moaned and pulled him away from the door and pinned him to the bed. He opened his flannel and kissed his chest. Norbert giggled at some parts being kissed and Rocko chuckled. Rocko looked at him and smiled lovingly, “I love the way you laugh Norb. It always makes my heart flutter whenever I hear those giggles, chuckles, or loud laughter.” Norbert looked up at him flustered and smiled, “I love it when you laugh too Rocko. The little snort you make is always adorable. But your giggle or chuckle will always be my favorite because it's what made my heart flutter the most. You making your Ehehehehe laugh will always make me laugh and my heart flutter.”. Rocko laughed as Norbert mimicked his little chuckle and tickled his sides. Norbert squealed and laughed loud.

“I do not sound like that.”, Rocko said while laughing exactly how Norbert mimicked. Norbert laughed louder and pointed at him, “Y-Y-You just did!!!”. Rocko laughed and continued to tickle his sides. “R-Rocko!!! You're gonna make me-”.

*Snort*

Norbert shut his face fast red and Rocko stared at him surprised. They both soon laughed and Rocko kissed his face. “That's what you get! Now you have the cute snort!!”, Rocko said while kissing his nose and lips. Norbert covered his red face and laughed, “It's your fault!”. Rocko pulled away, “How is it my fault?!”.

Norbert yelled while smiling, “You've infeActed me with your cuteness!”. Rocko laughed loud and nuzzled his chest. He inhaled his scent and sighed in bliss. He then felt his heart clenched a bit and looked down. “I've never been this happier before. I wasn't myself after the breakup… I.. I held on to your shirt that you gave me when I fell asleep for four days. I loved you so much I guess I couldn't live without you…”, Rocko said sadly while he's buried in Norbert's fur. He felt his face lifted gently and he looked into Norbert's eyes. Norbert smiled while tearing up a bit, “I held on to your shirt that I wore on that same day. I never felt this broken before but as soon as you and I got back together. It felt like everything just… Disappeared… Like it never happened at all. I don't want to go through this again.. I love you too much and I can't lose you again.”.

Rocko teared up a bit and kissed his lips. Norbert kissed back and pulled him close, wrapping his legs around him. Rocko tilts his head to deepen the kiss and let Norbert invade his mouth with his tongue. Rocko moaned as Norbert licked all over his tongue and grinded on him softly. He pulled away and kissed his neck once more. Norbert moaned more as Rocko but all over his neck and felt his abdomen tremble with pleasure.

“R-Rocko please. Let's make love.”, Norbert begged as he moaned louder. Rocko pulled away and grabbed some lube in the drawers. Norbert took off his dress shirt and started biting his chest. Rocko moaned as he bit around his chest and grabbed the lube. He then poured almost too much on his fingers and inserted one inside Norbert's hole.

Norbert felt his finger insert and it hurt a bit, but the lube eased the pain a bit. Rocko waited patiently until Norbert nodded and inserted another finger. He slowly began scissoring inside him and Norbert moaned as his walls were stretched out. It feels like their first time doing this. It feels so good to have this feeling again but this time… It felt so different. So… Romantic…

Rocko inserted the third finger and felt Norbert’s walls tighten around them. Norbert arched his back and begged, “Rocko please. I need you inside me now.”. Rocko nodded and took out his fingers slowly and wiped them on his dress shirt. He lifted Norbert's legs and placed them over his shoulders and slowly inserted his shaft inside him. They both moaned loudly, feeling the tightness and sensitivity.

Rocko intertwined his hands with Norbert's and began thrusting slowly. They both felt their hearts throbbing with this feeling of love and passion. Norbert's tail began to slap on the bed fast and Rocko's tail wagged a bit. Rocko started to thrust harder, and Norbert cried out in pleasure. Rocko looked at Norbert's face and he looked very enchanted. Rocko starred in love and Norbert noticed it and smiled, “Ahhh. W-What’s.. W-With the-mffff. Look?”.

Rocko then spoke in fascination while thrusting faster, “Will you Marry me Norbert?”. They both stopped and Rocko felt his heart stop. “O-One day Norbert. I-I want you to M-Marry me one day! I-I didn't want to p-propose at this time.”. Norbert's heart raced and his eyes shined with tears. He smiled wide, “Yes! Yes! I want to Marry you, Rocko! One day I want to Marry you, Live with you, and Start a Family with you!”.

Rocko felt his eyes water and smiled wide while kissing his face, “I’ll propose properly one day! I'll get you the most gorgeous ring and I'll propose to you in front of the whole world!”. They both kissed while Rocko thrusted faster and faster. They could feel their heart beating faster with love until-

“Norbert!!!!!”

“Rocko!!!!!”

Rocko laid on Norbert's chest panting as Norbert was feeling the thick cum leak out of his hole. They both soon laughed and Rocko buried his face in his chest, “I wasn't expecting to say that at this time of day.”. Norbert laughed while holding him close, “We just got back together and immediately you thought about marriage!”. Rocko laughed louder, “I got lost in thought from your beauty!!!”. Norbert chuckled, “I can see that honey. You looked so entranced.”.

“What can I say? I got lost in your eyes. My Norb-ern Light.”, Rocko said with a smile. Norbert felt his face flush more and snorted, “Norb-ern? Like the Northern Lights?!”. Rocko held his face and smiled, “Your eyes shine so beautifully to where if you were to stare into the starry night sky I know the beautiful blue colors will compliment your amethyst eyes. They'll really look like the Northern Lights but better.”. Norbert's eyes widened with astonishment and looked away flustered to where the writer can't think of any ways to explain how red he is, “R-Rocko. You charming Wallaby!”.

Rocko smirked then lifted him up bridal style, “I'm your charming Wallaby.”. Norbert laughed and kissed his cheek. They went to the restroom to wash up, then cuddled in bed. Norbert nuzzled Rocko's chest and kissed where his heart was. “I love you Rocko.”, Norbert said softly. Rocko smiled and kissed his hair, “I love you too Norbert.”.

#crackship #rocko's modern life #angry beavers #rockbert #headcanon #suggestive #fluff

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icarianiscariot · 1 year ago

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4, 5, and 6 for where the tear stain dries 👁

AHHHH ITOSHI BROTHES MY BELOVEDS time to reread this fic for the 23492384 time (yes i reread my own fics, i wrote them for me. also i have the memory of a goldfish i need to reread to answer these)

4. What detail in [where the tear stain dries] are you really proud of?

i realllyyyy love adding parallel stuff into my fics, esp in the beginning/ending, with phrasing and things. one of my fav little things is "Sae stays to make Rin stay" at the beginning, compared to "Yet again, he feels thirteen, watching Rin being invited out with teammates, and something in him still thinks, I have to go so that Rin will. In reality, he knows that if he goes, Rin won't." OH ALSO "Sae isn't there to hit his own reflection." - being one of the boys who makes rin cry, except it's right at the conjunction of when sae himself is at his most defeated, breaking both their promises to each other in one fell swoop... and the next time sae comes up in the fic, he's earned the epitaph "promise-breaking"

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [where the tear stain dries]? Answer it now!

AHHHHH UHHHH i feel like the thing i most love/crave when it comes to having readers is ppl being like "hey was this detail intentional? oh i noticed this play here, that's because of this other thing, right?"/aka getting to gush abt particular details like i got to w question 4 SO. IDK I'M JUST HAPPY TO TALK ABT MY WRITING - if i think of smth better i'll lyk LMAO

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [where the tear stain dries] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

whenever i write the itoshi brothers they r both autistic. it's not explicitly stated in the fic anywhere but sae's canon characterization very much mirrors a lot of my own neurodivergence. sae "i hate talking, can't you just read my mind, this fucking sucks" autism vs rin "i need you to explicitly tell me what you mean and will take your words directly to heart" autism. miscommunication abounds. they figure it out as they get older tho

send me fic questions!!

#anon #answered #fic questions #bllk

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redvexillum · 5 days ago

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Oh Saffy, why must you spoil me with not ONE but TWO Adam fic! What are you trying to do? You're after my heart, I swear! WELL HERE YA GO - CUZ DAMN! I LOVE THIS!!!! AHHHH!!!!

OH MY ANGELIC HEART, THIS IS THE SOFTEST THING EVER! The way this captures the pure, undiluted romance between you and Adam is just… ABSOLUTE perfection!

It starts off all wistful, with you missing the sound of rain, the comfort it brings, and then boom—ADAM! Mr. ORIGINAL DICK himself showing up, dropping in like the absolute hero of your heart. He’s standing there, proud and puffed up, shielding you from this impossible rain with his wing, being all cocky like, “Who’s got you covered, babe?” I mean, COME ON. This is peak romance, literally heavenly.

And Lute with the garden hose—the garden hoses! Oh, that detail made me CACKLE. Adam going full-on dramatic for you, dragging half of Heaven into his scheme to bring you “rain”? That’s ROMANCE with a capital R, baby! HE’S MAKING IT RAIN IN HEAVEN just to give you the tiniest bit of comfort and nostalgia? Swoon level: Maxed out.

And then you two just bicker so adorably, like, “Thinking of divorce?” The AUDACITY! And then Adam panicking but still doing his best to look cool with his golden eyes peeking out, “Nope, that’s not happening.” He is not letting you go anywhere, and the way he holds you, squishing you into his chest like he’s grounding himself with you… just UGHHH, it’s making my heart ache in the best way. 💛

Then comes the moment where he’s asking you to “stay with him,” and it’s like—time just stops. You can feel this deep, almost hauntingly beautiful connection between you two. You’re both hiding all this hurt and weight from each other, but you still say, “What do you need?” And it’s like, through everything—every high and low—you’re both choosing each other, over and over again. That last line about chasing the rain but realizing he’s all you need? I AM FULL-ON TEARY-EYED. 🥲

I LOVE THIS SAFFY THANK YOU!!! AHHHHHH GDI FUUUUU I COULD EAT THESE WORDS AND I WILL, I WILL EAT EVERY SINGLE ONE AND NOT LEAVE A SINGLE CRUMB BEHIND!

Bringing the Rain to You

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Pairings: Adam x Reader Warnings: None! TLDR: It doesn't rain in Heaven, but sometimes all you need is that one, special person, and maybe, fake rain isn't so bad after all.

Wow, would you look at that? A non-Alastor post! I'm surprised as well, but this is for the biggest Adam simp ever @redvexillum. You feed me Alastor, and I feed you Adam. It's a mutualistic relationship. Enjoy my short one-shot. I would make this longer but if I keep writing I might have to go into overtime. I only spent like an hour or two of this, don't judge too hard. I have yet to achieve god level of writing

It doesn’t rain in Heaven – maybe, it should, honestly.

There’s something comforting about the soft pitter-patters when droplets hit the roof. Or the drip of cool water down flushed skin. The memories call out for you, teasing you with reminders of days spent under the clouds, hand in hand long before the concept of rings was invented. Most of all, it reminds you of golden-yellow wings.

Association is a weird thing. It doesn’t listen to rationality – it just is.

Maybe, if it rained up here in Heaven, the floods within you would filter out your chest and seep into the clouds and flush down the streets.

You curl your legs closer to your chest, sulking on the park bench. Children’s laughter echo between the trees, and are lifted high up into the clouds. So much happiness in one are—

Drip.

Water droplets hit your skin, and slide down your cheek.

It’s . . . raining? That’s impossible. It never rains in Heaven, but here it is, drops of water kissing your face.

“Hey, babe.” There it is – the most beautiful golden-yellow wing. It hovers above you, shielding you from the rain. Adam smiles down at you, standing with such a proud puff as he uses his wing to shield you from the rain. “What’s a fine bitch like you doing out here alone?”

“I wouldn’t be alone if I had my husband with me.” You lean back on the bench, cocking your neck back to look into him. “You’re going to get wet, honey.”

“I know!” Adam laughs, and his wings extend as he does. “But it’s fucking hot—admit it, you’ve always wanted me to do this.”

You beckon him closer, and wipe away drops of water from his helmet with a smile. “How is it even raining, baby?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Adam says. “Rain is a no biggie. For you, I can make it storm.”

“How sweet.” You clutch your heart and swoon into him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Adam moves his wing, far enough to show you what’s above but still close enough to shield you—nothing more, nothing less. “It doesn’t rain in Heaven,” he says. “But I can bring the rain to you.”

Lute hovers above, a garden hose in her hands. There are three other angels next to her, each with their own garden hose. Lute gives you a thumbs up, and you give one back. Sweethearts. That’s what they are—each and every one of them.

“Baby, you can’t keep using them for personal use,” you say, but still . . . it’s a smile that appears on your lips. “Sera will be furious.”

“Nah, these bitches don’t mind—they love us! And technically, you’re also using them for personal use.” Adam gives them a thumbs up, and they all salute back with a proud puff. “I didn’t find you when I got back from He— uhhhh . . . I came from the house, and I didn’t see you.”

“And your next guess was to go here?”

“I assumed you were moping as usual,” he says, and despite the helmet you can see how he rolls his eyes. “Figured you were here. What are you doing here anyway?”

You show him your brightest smile. “Thinking of divorce.”

Adam’s wing flicks a little. Still, he keeps it above your head to keep your dry from his rain. “Fuck . . .no!” He removes his helmet, and those golden eyes stare straight into you. “I’m not letting you divorce me.”

You press a kiss on his cheek, letting your lips brush him with each word. “And why not?”

“Babe, I’m not letting the baddest bitch in my life leave me.”

“Baby, you disappeared for twenty-four hours again.” You kiss his nose, and a bit of that fake rain transfers back to your lips. “I would have liked a good-bye before you left for wherever it is you go during this time of the year.”

Adam brings his hands under your armpits, and lifts you to stand. He pulls up part of his robe and brings it over your head until you’re snuggled into his clothes and flushed straight into his squishy chest. You can feel the heat of his skin.

Those wings of his hover above, shielding the both of you from the rain he commanded.

“What a stupid fucking thought.” Adam pulls you, setting you on his lap. “Moping because I didn’t say good-bye.”

You lean into his chest, snuggling under his robe. “Baby, you mope when I forget to kiss you good-bye during the mornings.”

“That’s different,” Adam tells you, and leans his chin over your hair. “I’d fucking combust if I don’t get my good-byes. Guts and blood would just be everywhere. It would splatter on some poor fucking kid.”

“What a sight that would be.” You bring your legs up, and curl as deep as you can into him. “ . . . Thank you for the rain. I love it.”

“I’d make a thunderstorm for you if you stop thinking of divorcing me.”

“Me?” You press a kiss on his cheek. “Divorce you? I would never do such a thing.”

Adam brings his arms around your waist. “Fuck off,” he says. “You just said you were thinking about it. This is . . . fuck, what’s it called? . . . You’re gaslighting me!”

“Baby, I was just pulling your leg.” You cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you do. “Who in their right mind would leave you?"

“I can think of a few.”

Adam grabs your chin, and presses his lips straight into you. Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss. That’s what happens during twenty-four hours of not seeing each other. It’s like you’ve become newlyweds once more.

He traces the gold ring around your finger. “Marry me?”

You kiss his jaw. “I already did that.”

Adam rolls his eyes, but still . . . he settles his chin on your shoulders and stares straight at the Winners who smile and laugh. There’s a far away look on his face – it’s the same look he gets every single year without fail – and you know he’s thinking of the Sinners down in Hell. Sometimes you forget, those Sinners were his children too.

“Come back to me, baby,” you mumble against his neck, pressing a little kiss. “You’re drifting off to a place I can’t follow. What do you need?"

Adam’s wings flutter a bit, and he presses you deeper into his squish. “Stay with me.”

“Done.” You kiss his cheek. “What else do you need?"

“Keep cooking for me.”

The second kiss goes on his other cheek. “Always.”

“Listen to me play,” he says. “I thought of a new riff. I think you like it.”

“Whenever and wherever.” A kiss to the nose.

It’s funny to see him scrunch his nose a little. It’s not often he takes off his helmet in public, but you’re not going to complain. Not when there’s that boyish grin spread across his lips. “Love me.”

“I do.” You press one, single kiss on his lips. “Always and forever.”

It doesn’t rain in Heaven, and it never will. Gone are the days of those grey clouds, and the sound of the droplets during the night. But . . . maybe, it wasn’t the rain you were chasing because despite garden hoses flinging water above you, you’re perfectly happy.

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ungratefulbeyotchhotline · 8 months ago

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i had the bestttttt weekend dude

got in late friday, denver airport is weird all the rumors r true. he picked me up & took me back to his place, he lives in a house w 3 other dudes and lowkey being in that environment made me miss the community aspect of having roommates lol anyway got there & immediately fucked 🥰 and it was so nice and so good ahhhhhhh and then fell asleep and then woke up and fucked again dude those times are my favorites when yr just alternating bw cuddling and sleeping and talking and fucking its the best

but then we got food from this place i really love but never go to bc the only locationnin chicagonis downtown and i hate going downtown hahahah but theres a location in CO so we went dude i cant wait to tell bianca this particular detail shes gna lose itttt like AHH that is just so good

Anyway we got back and ate and then met up w a bunch of his friends at this one place, it was one guys birthday and they did a cake flip which i never knew was a thing so that was funny & i got nice and buzzed real quick cause that shit hits different in the mountains but everyone was really chill and nice and funny! There were hella people & they were all cool it rocked

Went to a 2nd place and started talking to the girlies more, JK dropped lore that all the girls are bi and i was like lets gooooooo lmfao and bc i'm a girls girl and a great time obviously we vibed and talked and kiki'd

Ok fr though. 3 different girls asked me what was going on w me and him. 3 girls!!!!! Ok see i fucking love girls like no dude would ever ask me about it hahahahah but they all loved my energy and we super vibed esp this one girl emily whos dating dude's roommate

Came back to the house & started doing uhhh pepsi which i really hadnt done in a long time but it was fun and a vibe!!! Talked to hella ppl got drunker had a fun chill time 😎 i had to tap out early bc dude gave me an edible and it hit like a train lmfao but dude followed me in and we talked more and made out and he said "my friends really like you" i was like I LIKE THEM TOOO 🥰

Kinda chilled didnt do much the last 2 days it was nice. i like him so so so so so soooooooooooo much dude. one of the girls (she literally said "[dudes name] is a green flag" also 🥹🥰🥰 its trueeee he is so good!) asked what i like about him and i genuinely said everything 🥰🥰🥰🥰 which is true!! And which ive been wanting to say but didnt have anyone to say it to!!! GOD i love girls i love being a girl at times like these lol but yes genuinely i like everything about him. The other day i made a note where i listed everything specifically and it made me fucking cry hahahahahah

bro i'm down sooo badddddd. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend PERO LIKE i also dont wanna be monog? and i dont want to pressure him into smth hes not down for and i dont really know how to bring up that convo. idk ahhhh i just like him so very very much.

bought a flight for spring break. spicys comin back baybeeee! i cant wait to see himmmmmmm aah ok im gonna make another post to talk abt a different topic uhh hahah ok

#jeanshorts

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harryhandstan · 1 year ago

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HIIII happy (late) 4th of july!!

you are literally the sweet person to ever exist i can’t believe its been like 2 years since we last spoke. its crazy how time flies

oh noooo im sorry that happened to you :(( im glad ur doing better and taking good care of yourself 💓💓 wishing u a speedy recovery!

alsoooo good luck with house hunting! that must be so exciting!!looking for a new place to call home and making new memories in it! i just know youll find the most beautiful homey and perfect place!! im manifesting for u

im doing well!! not much happened except for school stuff but i just went to my first ever pit concert a few months ago! i saw the driver era (only because i thought ross lynch was hot lol) i didnt know what to expect for pit but i didn’t expect to stand for 8 hours straight 😭😭 AHHHH ALSO im seeing taylor swift in a few weeks and i literally cannot wait!!!!

im always thinking about u! talk to u soon!! good luck 🍀 love youuuuuuu!!! 💗💓💓💞💕

-🧸

happy late 4th of july to you too bestie!! I hope you had a great day!!

I'm sorry for the delay in answering this btw it's been storming here so my wi-fi has been in and out all day!

omg stop you're so kind to me I genuinely love talking to everyone and I consider you and many others here my friends so y'all make it easy to just repay the love I've been given!!

it's actually only been a year bub! I only know because I looked it up to refresh my memory about what we talked about before cause like I said a lot had happened and I couldn't remember if we'd talked since my accident. it was last year after my birthday and after harry's house came out. but really it's alright I don't want you to feel bad!

thank you so much for the well wishes ❤ I realized after that I left some detail out of what happened to me and didn't explain it very well, but if I ramble on too much just feel free to skip over it! basically not only was I kicked but I went flying about 8 feet across my yard too, which caused me to have a compression fracture on T11 of my spine. I also had a contusion on my right hip (which is just a really, really deep and bad bruise), which is where the point of impact was. I will (hopefully) continue to improve, but having arthritis still causes me to have a ton of pain if I do too much physical activity. that part of my spine is also partly collapsed and always will be, but my neurosurgeon said that as long as my arms and legs are still okay that I should just slowly start to get back to "normal" life and listen to my body as I go along! I asked if I needed to keep up with x-rays or anything over the years but he said my symptoms would get much, much worse if the collapse got any worse and I would know I need to come back to see him. he also said IF I would've had to have surgery that it would take like 12 pins and a huge rod to correct things so I'm so SO lucky that things weren't any worse!

thank you so much for helping us manifest!!! it means more than you'll ever know because it hasn't been easy so far trying to find a place 😔 we live in such a rural area in GA and we originally wanted to stay in the same town because I was supposed to start a new job in january and we wanted to be close to my work. I probably won't get to take that job now (which is a whole other long story), and since there are very limited options we're probably gonna have to broaden our search to surrounding towns that are slightly bigger! we ultimately want a house together, but I think we're gonna have to settle for an apartment for now until we can find the perfect place for us. anything would be better than here rn though!!!

idk if I've ever talked much about my dad to you but we have as no contact of a relationship as possible even though we live in the same house. he's the reason for my accident and so the day it happened and we were waiting for the ambulance to come my mom told him that we wouldn't be coming back to this house. but then we had no choice we didn't have the money or resources needed to go elsewhere. I was worried as I got better she would forget about that and slip out of that mindset, but thankfully she hasn't! she just told me tonight we'd probably go look at apartments next week and that she can't wait to get out of here. I could truly cry at the thought of having a safe, clean, and comfortable space away from him. it's what my mom, my siblings, and our dogs all deserve!

how is school going? how much longer do you have to go? and oohh I'm so happy you got to experience a concert in pit!! it's amazing but it is soooo exhausting I hope you got lots of rest afterward 😊 when I saw harry I wore my ankle support thing to my pit concert to because I knew my feet would be swollen the next day probably. and taylor swift that's so cool!! I'm very excited for you!! I hope you have the best time!!! where are your seats for that show?

I'm always thinking about you too!! seriously sometimes I'll just think about you or how you're doing so just know you're always getting any spare good vibes I have sent your way ✨ thank you thank you for the good luck!!! love you moreeeee 🤍

I was gonna tell you about getting to see stevie nicks and my road trip to see my little brother but I talked so much this time we'll save those stories for next time if you wanna hear about them!!

#again I'm sorry this is so long!!!!#ask me stuff #anon #answered #🧸

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s-brant · 2 years ago

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Finally got to finish Getaway Car and oh my did I ugly cry for hours during and after. I can completely see how the ending seems realistic and fair and understand why it happened the way it did. But that didn’t stop my shattered heart from conjuring up something to make it feel better. I started thinking that either Harry makes it alive somehow and finds her and they work out all their issues slowly but surely and end up raising Roman together and get married or that when she dies she ends up with Harry in the afterlife whatever that may be. If they go to hell, they’re together loving each other, if their in heaven they’re together loving each other. This is not to change your story at all because it was so good, idc how many times I cry I will forever reread it, I just thought of it to help my broken heart. But girl you literally wrote the best Romeo and Juliet ever. I never liked the original, it’s much to sad for me (ik it’s supposed to be, but those two literally never caught a break) this was the best Romeo and Juliet ever, all the details, their little ups and downs, and of course the heart crushing ending. Idc what anyone says this is the best Romeo and Juliet story ever, you out did Shakespeare. Like ahhhhh I can’t even explain it.

Side note, can the next Harry fic please have a happy ending? My heart and hopeless romantic self can only handle so many sad endings😭

oh my 🥺 sorry for making u cry but i’m simultaneously so glad you were invested enough to cry from the ending. and, i read your other ask you just sent about possibly overstepping, and let me just assure you you absolutely didn’t. the only time i get upset with anyone talking about the ending to getaway car being different is when they’re being cruel about it—which only like one or two people have anyway. the way you describe their potential happy ending is exactly how i would see it. he’d find her just like he promised, literally would search to the ends of the earth for her, and then it would take a while to earn her trust back and work through their issues, but they would. like i truly believe they’re soulmates despite everything and if she had it her way, she would’ve died right there with him. thinking abt how he didn’t get the chance to be a dad…no one touch me, i’m too sensitive. hitmanrry as a dad to that little boy 🥺🥺 i can’t

and ahhhh! i so love and appreciate the r&j comparison because that’s totally the vibe i was going for. I listened to getaway car by taylor and that inspired it, so i was def going for a bonnie and clyde thing, but r&j, as well as other stories that were inspired by it, was a huge inspiration for the story. i’m a sucker for romances like that!

also, i am definitely making the next story end happily because it hurt my heart too to write it so sad even tho i knew that’s how it had to end! i actually usually end stories happily. my vampire harry book ends happily, and so have all of my other stories until getaway car.

thank you so much for everything 🥰

#asks #anonymous

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march 31st best day of my life i’m so serious -phoebe anon

SCREAMING CRYING AT THIS 😭😭😭 I'm so excited and I am SO HAPPY to see y'all are too!! Honestly I think this chapter is going to be hard for people to comment on because SO much is covered and so much inner turmoil happens. We have a moment with Thor + Loki we have a devastating detail about when Narvi was a baby we have a very genuine and intense convo between Loki and Jane and we have Loki absolutely yearning and wanting you. It's so jNPIFKNMk;svn I am excited to hear your thought specifically phoebe anon because it also has the lyrics from killer in it :')

#still going to give you a shoutout in the author's note for helping me choose which song!#it isn't focused on super in depth but there is a line about how the lyrics/PB makes loki feel #i actually think it's more effective than if i went super into detail #AHHHH so excited #also haaaaaiiii phoebe anon hope u r doing well #phoebe anon #asis #asis spoilers

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stevenbasic · 3 years ago

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GITJ Post 231: Scenes from a Party, p14

“Did you hear about the election results in Luxembourg today?” Abby - sales rep from the drug company that was paying for this little shindig - asked me, leaning in close from where she sat, on my right, “The new Parliament there is almost all women. mostly from the New Women’s Party.” She took a forkful of salad for herself from my plate, tucked a lock of medium-brown hair behind one ear.

“oh, uh, yeah? Really?” I replied, my own fork lolling lazily in my hand, my attention settled elsewhere, across the table, deep in- “huh…”

As my voice drifted away, Vida - on my left - spoke up, talking across me to Abby. She knew what was happening: I was distracted. “He doesn’t really follow politics,” she said, putting a hand on my left shoulder, “Do you, Dr. J?” Vida was one of my APRNs, a luscious Latina of long, thickly dark hair and a natural hourglass figure.

I…I really don’t follow politics. I was listening to Abby talk, listening to Vida engage and the other girls at the table chat - a lot of them were excited about something in the news, it seemed. But yeah I was focused on who’d just, within the last few minutes, sat down across the table from me. Melissa. I was - god help me, this whiskey, that vitamin shot I just got and if I’m not mistaken all this perfume in the room making me loopy - all but hypnotized by just the sight of her. I can’t help myself. It’s really bad!

“N-no, I , uh…”

“Oh you should,” Abby insisted, helping me pick up my fork, which I’d dropped aside my plate, “You should keep up with the news. Though I know it’s probably hard for guys to watch, these days…” Her lilac party dress was pretty revealing, as was Vida’s little deep-blue number.

“Yeah, is it?” Vida asked, “Is it a little emasculating?”

Wh-what does she mean by that?

Anyway, if my motor function had been down before, when Aubrey was feeding me, now it was a total mess. The booster injection which Vida had been nice enough (r-right?) to remember, bring here with her and jab into right in my left thigh just a few minutes ago had this weird haha somnolent effect, a milky warmth which flowed right through me and ahhhh…made everything just that bit more pleasant. And my fingers - there I go dropping my fork again - more clumsy. After the humiliating mama-hen feeding by Aubrey, I’d barely managed a bite.

“It’s so exciting!” Abby continued, indulging me with her voice as my eyes drifted back again over the beautiful, perfect woman seated across from me. Big, brunette Melissa. “Same thing happened this month in Switzerland and the Czech Republic. Portugal, too,” Abby continued, “in fact, Portugal’s working to move up their Presidential election so they can really move ahead. Get things changing...”

Melissa. She’d said hello to me, graced me and the rest of the table with a big warm smile, but then sat and immediately fell into conversation with Aubrey and Nadia, the two girls on her right. Good god. Down at the conference I’d seen Melissa dressed up, out of work clothes, but never glammed up as elegantly as this night - hair, makeup, the whole thing. She was in a long, black dress, strapless, with a bodice that presented her unbelievably enormous bosom in a mind-numbing display set against her bare, trimly athletic shoulders. As much as I could, I tried to focus on other details - her necklace, her glimmering earrings, the long waves of her thick, raven hair. But good god almighty her skin was so perfect and those tits were like magnets and from across the table my eyes kept sinking into them. This is Melissa! My Office Manager! I scolded myself, I’ve got to stop staring! I’ve got to stop this, I’ve got to stop staring straight into Melissa’s tits. I was already flushing in embarrassment. People will notice! She’ll notice! I’d spent the week at work trying to be strong, avoid much contact with her…but here we were. I was floundering.

Abby continued to speak to me, pressing on. “Excited to see what happens here in November?” she asked, as I was somehow able to tear my gaze away from Melissa’s soft, magnetic cleavage.

“Y-you mean the elections?” I managed, feeling a strange wave across my vision, the world swimming as I looked away, into Abby’s expectant face. It was uncomfortable, weird, and I just wanted to look back, let my eyes sink back between the tits, watch the jiggles. I saw Melissa giggling, tittering covertly to Aubrey next to her. I can't hear what she's saying, I thought, Is she laughing at me?

Abby, meanwhile, was weighing the moment. “Yeah, the elections,” she continued, “What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Uhhh…”

“Look at the polls. New ones come out tomorrow,” Vida, on my left, explained, “People are talking about a landslide.” Her hand had found its way intimately to my thigh, resting over where she’d stuck me with the syringe.

“That’s right. Women are getting ready to take the reins,” Abby said, “sort of like what’s happening here, to your practice…”

W-was that a joke? I laughed, lamely. “Oh I don’t know about that…”

”Yeah…though I hear women have sorta always been in charge here,” Abby commented, “but it’s been, like, more and more that way, though, recently. Hasn’t it?”

My eyes, I found, had already drifted back into Melissa’s big chest, and still she was talking to the girls to her right. If she noticed me ogling, she still gave no sign. I immediately felt transported again, like this was where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be doing. I noticed the little jewels at the end of her necklace, maybe pearls, how they hovered right above her cleavage…

Abby’s hand, also, had found a thigh, right above my right knee. “It’s just natural,” she said, “We’re more adaptable. We’ve had to be…” That’s weird, right? I barely know Abby. She’s a sales rep. Why is she touching me..? “I mean, look at Melissa…” she continued.

I was already - heavy-lidded but unblinking - staring. Of course Abby was seeing that…

“...I’ve only known her a year or so, but look at where she started. A Hooters waitress,” she extolled, “now she’s here.”

“Look how she’s grown…” Vida said.

“Mm hm…” Abby agreed.

“She is very adaptable,” Vida commented with a knowing smile, bringing a chuckle from Abby. Her hand was now slowly running up and down my left leg, casually. My cock was semi-hard, resting against my lower, inner thigh. Now it’s stiffening, and starting to slide up, so, uh…

“Haha yes very…adaptable,” Abby concurred, “Just look how she’s grown into this job.” Her voice had become lower, more husky, more intimate, and whatever portent she’d just fed me was lost, I realize now, in my drug- and pheromone-induced haze. “All the while as you start to fade, shrink away…”

Did she just say shrink away?? “H-heyyy….” protested, laughing weakly again. Too, uh, close to home…

“Awww c’mon you love it, right?” Abby laughed, squeezing my right knee, causing my cock to lurch up my left thigh. She smelled so good, and Vida smelled so good. There seemed, in fact, to be a fog of perfume surrounding all of us. The only thing clear through it was Melissa’s huge chest; all else was haze. “You love being able to give up responsibilities, finally?”

It…it had been nice…doing less…

“Y-yuh…” I mumbled, entranced by how huge but yet how firm Melissa’s breasts were, across the table. They jiggled, as she talked and laughed, ripples moving fluidly across her upper swells. But yet they seemed so softly solid, in their own way. I’d been gripped by a pleasant wave of lethargy, relaxation from the injection, and if there was a thought in my head that Melissa was at the moment ignoring me like I’d tried to do to her all week, it was a distant one at best.

“It is nice, right?” Abby the sales-rep continued, as Vida’s hand now came dangerously close to my stiffened cock, nine-plus inches of it rock-thick against my thin thigh. “The company wants to take good care of you. Just like Melissa wants to take good care of you…like Vida and I here want to take good care of you…”

“That’s right, Dr. J…” Vida purred, her thick latin hips pushing even more solidly into my left side.

“…Let us, let Evolution take care of you,” Abby spoke, her voice now closely whispering in my right ear, “this party - or the money for the study - is nothing. You wouldn’t believe the things we could do for you.” The palatable promise of it, the crack and hiss of her tongue and lips over her words, made me groan, my outer vision swim. Still I stared at Melissa’s tits; they were all I could see.

This drug was really getting to me.

“You should sign those papers…” Vida said, using her newly-manicured nails to scratch my thigh, tempting my still-swelling cock towards her hand. She too, had leaned in to put her lips near my ear, to whisper to me about the divorce papers my wife, Sheryl, had served me.

“Yeah, that way you can date her,” Abby continued, “We’d all love to see that.”

”You don’t need to go crawling back to your mean, skinny, barren wife…” Vida purred, “you want big, soft, nice Melissa.”

“Isn't she your type?” Abby asked. With her free right hand, she’d brought my whiskey glass up to my lips. I took a sip, at her urging, still gazing into Melissa’s flesh. Was no one watching me?? "Haven't you noticed her getting taller?”

“Her chest still growing?”

“Her hips getting wider?”

I groaned again. Feeling the burn of bourbon down my throat, and Vida’s hand finally settle on the outsized shaft of my now-solid boner, I was lost in fantasy but knew in the back of my mind I shouldn’t be allowing this, that I’d pay for it later in humiliation. My gut had tightened.

“Imagine the babies she could give you,” Abby proposed, furthering the fancy, “the big, healthy babies.”

“She’d look so good pregnant,” Vida cooed, gently squeezing me through my thin pants, causing me to lurch, “She’s strong…”

Abby’s left hand, now, had drifted over to join Vida’s. Under the table and through my slacks they both held my outsized monster of a cock against my thigh.

“oh my god…” I managed, under my breath, bringing the two women sandwiching me between them to giggle, to draw in closer. But, somehow, Melissa seemed still unaware, her inattention letting me still tit-gaze like a helpless lech.

“Look,” Abby began again, as her and Vida’s hands alternately began to squeeze me, rub me. Jolts of pleasure ran up through my belly, gripped me. My eyes fluttered but still stayed focused on Melissa, “You’ve hired all of them, a harem of young, pretty, tall girls working for you. It’s every man’s dream right?”

“All these busty girls..?” Vida asked, she and Abby slowly but straight-up stroking me, now, squashing their own breasts into my arms.

“Busty girls…with her in charge?” Abby purred.

I was breathing, now, breathing heavy. My mouth gaped, my eyes goggled, yet somehow we still hadn’t attracted the notice of anyone else around. How was that? I was getting a hand-job through my pants by two women and yet no one was even casting us an askance glance?? What was happening?? I groaned again, despite myself.

In my right ear, Abby chuckled. “Don’t you love her tits?” she asked, “Look at them. Aren't they so huge?”

God help me I felt myself nodding.

“You know what size bra she wears, now?” she continued, “She just told me. A Double-J cup.”

“J, Dr. J?” Vida asked, kissing my left ear, “Haha…just like you…”

“Ooooo…!” Abby cooed, into my right, giggling at the little revelation.

“But double you,” Vida laughed, “double-J hahaha..!”

“Haha imagine that,” Abby urged, she and Vida falling into a rhythm now, stroking me as I ogled Melissa’s enormous bosom, “With Missy growing, imagine what she’s going to look like in a year. Her breasts could be twice your size…”

“Wouldn't you love to just bury your face in between them?” Vida asked.

“”Tuck yourself right in?” Abby added.

“Get lost in there?”

“Wouldn’t that be so nice?”

“She loves you, she adores you.”

“Just sign those papers,” Abby posited, “and you could spend the rest of your life between them.”

oh fuck…those little pearls…me…the imagery that came to my mind was shocking, but nothing I hadn’t pictured before…

“Do it,” Vida urged, as my gut began to clench, “We understand your growing needs. That’s why we’re growing too. Let us all take care of you.”

“Your body is getting smaller, but there are things growing inside of you, too. Aren’t there?” Abby hissed, “These urges? Obsessions?”

“We think its best,” Vida cooed, “if you indulge them.”

“You want to sign those papers don’t you?” Abby asked, stroking me more firmly along with Vida.

“y-y-yes,” I groaned, blood rushing alongside the whispers in my ears

“Tomorrow?” Abby pushed, her hand insistent.

“yesss…” I agreed, my body tensing, shaking.

“With her?” Vida pressed.

“yeszzz…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt it, my climax so close. Wait, no. Here? In my pants??

“You can’t hold it in, can you?” came the voice from my left….then joined by the one on my right:

“That’s okay…come.”

Omigod no…

Nnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhh….

God help me I did it, I came. Right then and there, under the table, jerked off by my employee and a drug rep as I stared at my Office Manager’s huge breasts. Into my pants. They’d made me come in my pants.

“oh godddd…” I groaned, eyes drooping but seeing that I was now attracting the attention of a couple girls. My cock, my huge cock, had exploded, was dumping an enormous load into the leg of my khakis, onto my left thigh, hot and thick on my skin, down towards my knee, and the girls were now turning my way. I tore my eyes away from Melissa’s tits, in a panic.

“Are you okay, Dr. J?” asked Nadia, from across the table.

“Yeah, you look weird,” said Brittni, further down.

oh my god. oh my god. no. This was…nnngh…beyond humiliation. I was coming in front of half my staff. “nnnnnnhhhh….” I groaned, as Abby and Vida giggled into my ears. please…

Mercifully, they slowly backed away, Abby’s hand leaving me, Vida’s too after one last squeeze. Still I pulsed and throbbed down my leg, feeling the come puddle on my thigh and drool down my leg as my orgasm began to wane. I closed my eyes, an escape, and tried to settle my breath.

“Do you need some air?” I heard Aubrey ask.

“uhhhh….” I groaned, flushing now as both the reality of what had just happened and a thick, heavy wave of exhaustion settled onto me. I was going to pass out, I felt it now. I fought my eyes open.

Melissa was looking right at me, her shoulders set. She waited for my vision to clear before speaking:

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

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Thanks to Pervypagan for the render. Again, check out his Patreon and DeviantArt for more. Also thanks to TopographicSociety for his help with the dialogue, and CaptainAmbiguous for general inspiration.

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sweetcathedral · 4 years ago

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🖤Hero Academia — Aizawa🖤

Note: I thought I’d post an old work here. Also, b/c I’m seeing a lot of minors migrate to ao3, I’m thinking of switching all my works to here since it’s easier to monitor, which means I’m deleting my ao3.

⚠️: bulge, breeding, somnophilia, cnc

He’s late. Just as you thought, but that’s expected of Pro Heroes and you can’t blame him for being one. You knowingly accepted your common law conditions, so you can’t complain. You reached for your phone hoping to see his name tangled within the notifications.

NekoZawa: late

Was the only message that caught your attention with a little bit of disappointment. Deep down you already knew it’d come to this, but you still can’t help feeling let down a bit. As you were about to change out of your getup a series of sharp knocks startled you, catching you off guard.

“It’s mee!” shouted the familiar voice.

Midnight?!

You rushed to open the door.

“Kayama? You’re ba—,”

“Ahhhh! So cute, so delicate, just youth!” she huffed in excitement at the sight of your longline lace bra and single-ruffled panties.

“Ah! Wai—youth? You know we're not that far in age,” you said, as you try to hide behind the door.

“Please, I'd kill to be 5 years younger, and don’t even try hiding from me. Even though he doesn’t care much about looks this definitely falls within his tastes,”

You blushed at the compliment, wishing it had come out of Aizawa’s mouth instead.

“Anyways,” she continued, “how about some bubble tea? I got your favourite,” she whipped out a bag of drinks from behind her. You wonder if she knew of your plans and came to cheer you up.

Who am I kidding, she’s an R-rated hero. Her sixth sense is basically her sex sense.

“Yeah, I could use some company,” you smiled in relief, thankful for her sharp intuition.

Before you knew it, 9PM became 11PM in what felt like 30 minutes and that heavy feeling weighing on your chest left after a couple of laughs here and there. You couldn’t help but feel better in the presence of Kayama, you have no choice but to feel better in her presence.

“And after I showed his class a pic of you, that grape idiot said ‘ if that raggedy ass man of a sensei is able to snatch a woman like that then there’s still hope for me, right?! Right?!’ in that stupid lisp of his! I couldn’t help, but cackle in his face! Hahahahahahahaha!”

“Grape idiot?!,” you laughed, almost choking on your tapioca.

“It caused this huge uproar which took Aizawa an hour to settle down,”

“Sounds like an exaggeration to me,”

“Really? Then I’d have to ask Principal Nezu for permission to let you visit. Hmmm, maybe a surprise visit during his birthday, I’d get to see that purple shit bleed from his eyes again. Hah!” she said, her sadistic side twinkling in her eyes.

You could tell she wasn’t lying about the surprise visit as she hummed her thoughts between sips of beer. Although you know how much Aizawa likes to keep his private life separate from his professional life, your thoughts couldn’t help but ponder in curiosity at how he acts around his infamous class 1-A students. All he ever does is complain about them every time you ask, but just thinking about him acting like the strict teacher Kayama says he is . . . makes . . . you . . .

“Oi, oooii . . . I said OI!”

“Gah!”

“What the hell’s got you blushing like a dazed mess?”

“Blushing? . . . !”

You clasp your hands over your face, as if you’re trying to keep your thoughts and daydreams from escaping. You let your imagination run wild just from thinking about Aizawa as a teacher — his strict demeanour and cold eyes piercing through you . . . his deep growls muffled at the base of your neck as his grip tightens around your waist and hair . . .

“Oh! What time is it?” Kayama exclaimed, disrupting your thoughts.

You reach for your phone to check the time, seeing 11:17PM illuminating from the screen before flipping it to Kayama.

“Perfect!”

You cock your head to the side trying to think of what could make Kayama that excited, but before you could react, her quirk had already taken hold of your consciousness.

Aizawa let out a heavy sigh staring at the time on his phone. It wasn’t the first time he’d let you down like that, even though it’s out of his control he still can’t help feeling disappointed in himself. Pro Heroes always have unpredictable schedules, but still, he’d wish his schedule had gone his way today.

“Thanks as always, Eraserhead. I’ll send the details your way once we’ve confirmed the date,” Tsukauchi reassured, dismissing him for the day. Aizawa nodded in response, finally, he thought. As he walked out of the station, his phone vibrated.

Ugh, what now?

He reached for his phone and unlocked his screen.

Kayama? Probably just more cat pics.

But much to his surprise, the series of pics caused him to stop in his tracks.

Kayama: Bon appétit! *kissy face*

Was the only message that followed at the end of the series of pics. After Kayama used her quirk to put you to sleep, she happily cleaned the place up and settled you prettily onto the bed in an innocent, but also, somewhat tempting position. Who could blame her? She had a knack for setting up tempting situations for her best friends. Aizawa tapped on each pic, examining the details of your delicate lace bra and fluttery panties. He really wished his schedule had gone his way today. The longer he stared at each pic, the bigger his temptation and pent up emotions grew — frustration, doubt, confusion, jealousy, anger, greed, love, lust, it was causing him to lose all sense of logic. You were causing him to lose all sense of logic and he hated it. It’s his first time experiencing something like this, he’d never romantically loved anyone until you came into his life. At first you were just like any other Pro Hero he teamed up with in previous missions, but the mission you two took on escalated into an emotional high profile case, which caused him to spend more time with you. One thing led to another and now, you’re each other’s common-law spouse. Both of you could care less about the huge wedding traditions of planning a wedding day, banquet halls, invitations and all that, but unexpectedly, he did buy you a wedding ring — a customized designer ring at that. Not only does he not care about appearances, but he also doesn’t seem to care about prices, so long as it serves its purpose.

“Uh, Eraserhead? Everything okay?” Officer Sansa tapped on Aizawa’s shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, Detective Tsukauchi already settled on a date already?” Aizawa quickly locked his phone and tucked it back into his pocket.

“Um, no, he was actually worried about you . . . you’ve been standing still here for a while now, just staring at your phone . . .”

The logical Pro Hero himself didn’t even realize that he stopped walking and was surprised to see the station still behind him. Tch .

“. . . yeah, I think I should head home now. Someone’s waiting for me. Thanks, Officer Sansa.”

He waved at the cat officer before tucking his hand back into his pocket, unconsciously digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands in frustration. He hated this feeling . . . and he can’t wait to take it out on you .

Aizawa hesitates to open the door, unsure of how he’d react when he sees you for himself. He carefully turns the knob, making sure not to make a noise that’ll wake you from your peaceful slumber. You were just like the pics Kayama sent him — back exposed with the soft glow of the city night lights highlighting your dainty shoulder blades . . . arms clutching the pillow from underneath that pretty little head of yours . . . one leg hitched up to the side while the other was elongated and tucked half way into the sheets . . . As he reached to caress your face, he noticed his hand trembling from suppressing his temptation. Tch. He pulls his hand back in frustration.

“ . . . mmph . . . Shou . . . ta . . .” you murmured in your sleep in between heated breaths.

That was enough for Aizawa to let go of any sense of logic and common sense he had left, and before he knew it, he was hovering over you — the weight of his body sinking into the duvet. His eyes trailing over your features, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath you take — a reassuring feeling that you’re real and very much alive to him. He annoyingly hears his name from the teachers at UA all the time, but when it whispers out from between those pretty lips of yours, it made him experience a feeling he wasn’t used to controlling. He gave in, leaving trails of kisses that slowly turned into hickeys and then bite marks. He felt bad for leaving those marks on your supple skin, but he also wished they were permanent, as if the wedding ring doesn't speak for itself anymore. Aizawa’s grip tightened on your thigh at the thought of anyone else touching you, pinning your leg to your chest. His rough hand traces down your curves before slipping them in between your thighs — a wet sopping mess.

Ah, her panties are ruined . . . shame, he thought as he ripped a slit open, big enough for what you’re about to take in. Whoops . . . I’ll just get her a new one.

The temperature of your body was rising as he continued to press up against you, leaving marks on your collarbone and teasing your insides with his thick calloused fingers. A wave of pleasure ripples through your moonlight kissed skin, slowly pulling you back to your senses. You bat your eyes a few times to shake off the heaviness weighing on your eyelids.

“ . . . Shou—haa . . . !” your body twitched as another wave of pleasure came over you, shaking off your sleepy numbness, awakening your sense of touch as you grip his forearm trying to get him to slow down. It was no use given how enamoured he was with your reaction, your measly grip is as light as a feather against his strength.

“Haa . . . wait . . . slowdow—mmph!,”

Aizawa places his hand over your mouth, silencing your relentless begging. You finally noticed his flushed face and entranced eyes — a face you’re not used to seeing.

“Shut up, if you know what’s good for you,” his deep voice reverberated in your ear, sending a ripple of shivers down your neck. He was a completely different person in a completely different headspace. The only thing that can bring him back to his senses is your safe word, but you know that if you give in he’d completely stop and resist touching you for days as penance for losing control. But . . . you love it when he loses control along with his sense of logic, so you melt into your favourite position, signaling him to release all his pent up emotions in you — a mating press. You bite your trembling lower lip, begging with your wet eyes as a smirk played across his face. He gently kisses your forehead before pulling down his bottoms, revealing his thick throbbing cock. Your cunt twitched at the sight of it, squeezing out your fluids, dripping down like honey.

“How badly do you want it?”

“. . . badly . . . Shou~ta~ . . .” you cooed.

His cock twitched at the sound of your light and airy voice, precum drips onto the sheets.

“Not yet,” he said as he began stroking his cock on your clit, making sure not to let an inch slip inside you. The sensation drives you crazy as you whimper and whine for him to fill you up inside, desperately begging with your hips. But Aizawa’s firm grip on your thighs won’t let you, and keeps you from getting what you want. You miss the feeling of being bred full . His strokes were getting faster, his panting turning into growls. Your body tensed and toes curled as the feeling came closer, letting a desperate sigh escape from your mouth.

“Already? But I’m not done with you yet,” he playfully whispers in your ear before ramming himself inside you.

“Haa!” you yelped.

Your plump walls twitch at the sudden movement, tightening itself around his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he chuckled, cockingly.

Tears well up in your eyes as you bite back your whimpering. He grabs your hand and firmly places it on your lower abdomen,

“Do you feel me? I’m right here.”

With your hand firmly placed on your stomach, you can feel his bulge every time he strokes his cock in you. He keeps it there, so that you have no choice but to feel it until the very end — up until his cum fills you up inside. His long strokes began to shorten, each stroke getting harder than the last and unable to hold in your pants and moans. Not only can you feel the warmth fill you up, but you can also feel his cock releasing globs of his milk from the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. Your fingers dance around it making him twitch, his bruising grip tightening around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he grunts, looking down at the mess you both made.

Your cunt was swelling at the amount of cum it’s trying to keep from spilling, gushing out every time your sticky walls twitch. Before Aizawa was about to pull out, you grab his arm,

“Wait . . . not yet,” you must’ve been pouting when those words fell off of your swollen lips cause you’ve never seen his features soften like that before. He lowers himself, feeling his weight sinking into the bed as he tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your slick baby hairs from your face . . . the warmth of his forehead resting against yours . . . the reassuring feeling of his hand gently cupping your flushed cheeks . . . You reach for his face, thumbing the scar under his eye, diving in for a deeper kiss and wrapping your arms around him. His heart begins to beat harder as you begin to feel his cock swelling up again from inside you.

#☕️.aizawa #Nanami’s gone for awhile #but Aizawa is back ☺️#Aizawa brainrot #ao3 no more!!#aizawa fanfiction #aizawa fic #aizawa smut #bnha smut #bnha fic #tw: cnc #tw: somnophilia #tw: breeding #Aizawa season 5

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forbiddenship · 3 years ago

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ahhhh my portwell tweet has almost a thousand likes!! idek how that happened bc this post is literally just me freaking out about getting them back on my screen but hey 🤷‍♀️

just a reminder that the toxic r*nas on twitter are nothing but a small, (very) vocal minority that goes out of their way to shit on portwell. almost every fandom has that one set of shippers or subsection of the fandom whose full-time job is being miserable and making the people around them miserable. literally. i’ve seen it time and time again. tv shows, movies, books, everything.

at this point, i’ve learned to stay in my lane, let them live in their bubble of delusion, and just use the block button whenever i have to. and yeah, it does suck that there’s always gonna be people who wanna come into your lane and block your line of vision. in our case, we keep seeing r*nas post about how portwell isn’t gonna last, they’re gonna break up over the summer, r*na endgame, yada yada yada.

and look. i get it. everything is really uncertain right now. none of us fully trust tim after some of the switcheroo’s he’s pulled on the characters and just the fact that show runners are hard to trust in general.

but we’ve already got plenty of people rooting against us and trying to bring us down. we don’t need to do that to ourselves. i know it’s hard not to get in your own head about literally every single thing that could go wrong in season 3. i’m well aware that portwell has some cards stacked against them.

and yet, i’ve still got nothing but hope and an open mindset going into this next season. like, i’ve been waiting in agony for so long to get this announcement and i was literally screaming in public when the confirmation dropped. my heart was overflowing with joy just thinking about all the canon!portwell content we’re about to enjoy. like come on - portwell hugging, kissing, holding hands, cuddling, a forehead kiss, a dance, a whole lotta flirting - it’s honestly a lot more than i would’ve dared hope for.

it’s so so important to learn to see the good things in life. we’ve been given so many blessings. there are people who complain about the writing/music of season 2 (which i might be in the minority here but i genuinely loved all of the development we got this season and the soundtrack is way better imo), but just the fact that they put out a full season to entertain us in the middle of a pandemic is something that we take for granted.

and to be honest, i sometimes take for granted portwell itself too. like how much thought the writers put into crafting the relationship, all the parallels and the tropes and the way their relationship in s2 mirrors and complements their individual character trajectories in s1. all of the little details and the hints they gave us. and ofc the s2 finale. like yeah i was disappointed that we didn’t see the kiss, but the ending was honestly so them. the characters got the happy ending they needed and the audience got the reassurance we needed, but it didn’t overstep where ej/gina were in their relationship at that point in time and didn’t try to overdramatize it too soon. it left something more to be explored in season 3, a lot more, which is precisely why we’ve all been so anxiously awaiting this announcement.

so why all of a sudden do we think that that exploration isn’t gonna happen? that we’re gonna be let down? is it what the r*nas are saying? because remember they also said portwell would stay besties (proven false), portwell was one-sided (proven false), portwell’s age gap meant the writers would never go there (proven false), portwell was a plot device (proven false), and that portwell was like siblings (proven very false by literally the fucking script itself).

the haters can say what they want, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that everything they say is shrouded in delusion - trying to comfort themselves as they come to the realization that their ship is not only pretty much bones, but it’s also overshadowed by an unexpected pairing that is now possibly the best love story on the show.

so what we’re not gonna do is let r*na or anything else (including our own fears and anxieties) ruin this for us. we’re gonna be fine.

i’m sorry if this sounded harsh at all, i just thought it was important to say. stay positive y’all!! and portwell will stay winning :)

#hsmtmts #portwell #ej x gina #gina x ej #gina porter #ej caswell

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delcakoo · 2 years ago

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hii!! i recently found ur blog and ur fics are soo good!! okay lIKE EVERYTHING IS SO WHOLESOME, SO PRETTY SO DETAILED SO REALISTIC SO... SO PERFECT 🤩 pls teach me to write like u 😭😭😭

i think my fav work of yours wld be 'nice to meet you, boyfriend' bC THE WHOLE DAY I WAS GIGGLING LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY OR SMTH PLS U MADE MY DAY it was the part when jungwon wrapped his arm around y/n waist FOR ME LIKE I WISH THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS TO ME 🤧 NO BC ALSO WHEN U WRITE IT I CAN IMAGINE IT SAUR CLEARLY i need more writers like u PLEASEEE

ty for bringing happiness to my life ♡♡ AND giving me motivation to write as well :DD i hope we can be friends!!

AAAAAAHHGGGSJHHDJHHDK PLEASE YOU’RE SO FCKN SWEET I WILL CRY RN 💖💓🫶😭😭😭 these r literally. my favorite asks ever it makes me so giddy inside im sobbing BRO THANK YOU SO SO MICH??!! AHHHH i appreciate the compliments a lot i’m so glad you like my fics 🥺🥺 MHM i’ve been dying to write more actual fics but i had. a lot of requests for enha reactions so i’ve been working on those instead but. secret: for my 1k event i’ll finally open requests again and do more actual fic writing 😎😎

OMGGG YES NTMYB GOT SO MUCH MORE LOVE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD I WAS SO 😟😟💓💓 PLS AHAHDHHA IM SO HAPPY TO HESR YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH 😭😭 you’re so sweet stop im 😭😭💖💖

NO THANK YOU 🤬🤬 I APPRECIATE THIS SM U MADE MY MORNING LITERALLY <3 ofc we can be friends what should i call you?! 👊💖‼️🫶

#delcakoo #another episode of me being terrible at showing appreciation after getting praise #IM SOSORRY BUT I PROMISE MY HEART IS SO FULL RN #<33333

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jiminrings · 2 years ago

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Four Seven Eight ♡

To: You

From: Fluffy

Ahem.. ahem.. We shall break this down into however many parts possible..

First of all, I love the type of angst you write.. It’s that realistic road of melted rocks that simply trips you over every single time (to me at least).. Where you go: ‘Ah.. This could totally be something that would happen to me in real life..’ That’s the type of angst that truly gets your eyes watering like a gardening hose.. Not the type that involves people falling off cliffs.. The type that seems so insignificant from a distance but as you step into the tunnel of such pain, you realise.. Well, this shit hurts.. My poor mush mush of a heart.. Ouch! (Maybe that’s why I’ve read take five exactly five times - shoutout to all of your Yoongi fics)

Jungkook.. He truly does love Y/N, and it wasn’t a matter of not moving on from his ex (I do not remember her name.. Condolences to my memory) completely, it was a matter of - holding on to certain things just to make him feel more secure.. And normal.. It’s like how certain traditions carry on for centuries because that’s what makes us feel secure.. Some traditions vanish over time because of things like (tw) w*r, etc.. Some traditions vanish over time because we simply have no need for them anymore.. How certain cultural weddings get cut down in terms of days (Cambodian weddings for example).. That’s life (however cliche).. everything changes, anything changes.. We evolve..

Like a child who refuses to let go of their ever so dear teddy bear.. I feel what Jungkook is feeling... What he did was completely unfair to our Mc though.. To the words I have continuously sworn by: ‘Understand a person, but don't overlook what they did..’ You did bad on that one, Koo.. Very bad..

Oh my my my.. To put into words, this story is one where love conquers it all - not in a way where it can build bridges and cross rivers.. In a way where, without you I ache and bruise all over my heart.. In a way where, with you I blossom and turn into stars.. Love doesn't have to be carefully articulated bouquets, love doesn't have to be anything complicated (even if it is far more than that) The way Koo gives in to buying that ridiculously hard to clean couch.. The way the mc sat threw with him when he was watching those Kiss scenes with Yoongs...

In a way I relate to the mc and in a way I relate to Koo.. As a pretty cold person whose idea of emotions is always a permanent impassive expression every hour of the day.. I can say, space is one of those things that gets us going through relationships.. We need time to process shit... We let things simmer down and a person be prepared to speak rationally and not out of anger.. We let them think of whether they were in the wrong (sometimes ourselves).. Space... I love space..

And yep... This is how I rant.. (alternatively: this is how we writers get out of writer’s block - we write something we feel like writing at the moment or stare at a wall...) Ahhhh, it feels good to give an author the love they truly deserve!!! I’ve been on here for so long... And for once I have finally written you the review you deserve... I mean it with all my soul and in all of Min Yoongi’s White House Wainscotting that you are a wonderful wonderful author.. One of my favourites.. I get all happy when you upload - truly.. Just, wowww!!

As a lover of ending reviews with memes.. Here you are, dear author

Four Seven Eight ♡

ok first off thank u so much ily let's establish that <33 i rlly like taking this realistic-ish point of angst that can possibly happen to u in real life!! i feel like that's been the recurring theme of my fics lately (excluding lyiaik n the soulmate portion of hlwwf tho </3) and im happy u enjoy it!! i like building off what seems to be insignificant details from a distance until it eventually runs deeper than it is superficially!! shoutout to all my yoongis i love em too :D

jungkook truly loves oc n i agree!! some people have their comfort routine that although may seem flawed to anyone not part of it, brings them great relief!! what he did was unfair unfortunately </3 you've articulated the love conquers all bit and i've reread it two times just to intentionally put myself through it!! it's on those little scenes that i feel like emphasized their compromise and love the most.

i'm glad u can relate to both of them to a degree <3 impassiveness is more common than one could think and the notion about establishing space as destructiveness isn't true at all!! ahhhh thank u so much this means a lot to me more than u think <3 ily fluffy n min yoongi white house wainscoting 🫶

#answered #478 feed #love mail

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amxranthiine · 4 years ago

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e t h e r e a l (ron weasley x poc!reader)

ethereal (adj.) extremely delicate light, not of this world Pronouns: She/her

Request: Hiiiii! Can I request a Ron weasley x sweet smart reader (if you do POC can she be black?) and she’s a slytherin and friends with a lot of people and has a huge crush on Ron and she’s pretty sarcastic when she needs to be and hermoine is jealous of her because Ron really likes reader and she’s really pretty and smart and Ron plans on confessing to her but hermoine confronts reader trying to tell her she’s not good enough for Ron but reader is headstrong and doesn’t care cuz she loves ron to much and Hermoine and Ron get into an argument about it with her telling him she loves him but he doesn’t feel the same way and asks reader out later she says yes and hermoine is heartbroken(I’m sorry that’s so long I get pretty detailed😭)

A/n: Ahhhh! My first request!! Thank you so much for requesting this darling! Set in third year, the reader is a Slytherin. I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I struggled with her being sweet. I had to make it a little angsty, sorry about that! 2.3k words of solid chaos, please enjoy!

Warnings: Bullying? Light swearing? Angst, then a bit of *fluff*, one f-bomb.

Summary: The reader is a POC Slytherin, who is in love with her friend, Ron Weasley. After an awful day, and a run in with his obsessed best friend, can she win the love she desires? (I’m so bad at summaries I’m sorry)

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ Y/n’s POV “What on Earth are you looking at, L/n?” A voice says to my left. A voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy. I snap out of my lovesick gaze and clear my throat, trying desperately not to blush. I had been staring at my longtime crush and friend, Ron Weasley, for the past five minutes. I thought I was being subtle, not that that matters anyway. Ron barely acknowledges my presence and Malfoy notices everything. I would have been more scared if it were Granger who had caught me. Merlin knows she hates me for no reason at all, other than the fact that, you know, my robes are green instead of red. Oh, and she knows I like Ron. Bloody brilliant. Her catching my heart eyes would send me flying straight off the Astronomy Tower. She would be the one pushing me. It’s not that Hermione is a bad person, per say. It’s just, she’s a little... Possessive when it comes to her friends. Ron, specifically. She hates Slytherins with a passion solely because of Malfoy and his bag of rats, which is understandable. I just don’t understand why we’re hated for being cunning and ambitious, not all of us are dabbling in the dark arts! Malfoy pinched my dark skin, “I asked you a question, blood traitor.” Of course, because I’m friend with Muggleborns and Half-bloods, that automatically makes a traitor. Almost as bad as actually being a Muggleborn. Recoiling slightly, I lie. “I wasn’t looking at anything, Malfoy. I was merely thinking about the Potions essay that’s due on Wednesday.” On the outside, I may have looked annoyed, which I kind of was. But on the inside, I was trembling like a terrified doe. Merlin, why couldn’t he mind his own business? Playing with a strand of my dark hair, I sighed in exasperation. Malfoy snorts from beside me, “That’s a lie and you know it. Everyone knows you could rival that Mudblood Granger with how smart you are.” He spits out Hermione’s name as if it’s poison. I blush at the compliment (at least, I think it was a compliment) and look down and my hands. My green nail-polish contrasted nicely against my chocolate skin and Slytherin robes. Inhaling sharply, I take a leap of faith and glance over at the Gryffindor table, only to find the man of the hour already looking in my direction with anger and hurt written all over his face. He then looked to my left, where the blonde ferret was sitting, and his hurt turned to fury. If looks could kill, Malfoy would be cremated in a second, just from the look Ron was giving him. My heart jumped to my throat, and I could feel my pulse everywhere. Why is he giving him that look? Why is he angry with me? What did I do? Draco noticed my attention was no longer fully on him, and followed my eyes to the redhead. A look of realization crosses his face, and suddenly, he’s cackling. “Him? L/n, are you mentally deficient? He’s a Weasley! A blood traitor! He’s friends with Potter!” His words have a sense of venom to them, even if he’s laughing. I glared at him with cold eyes, “Listen, love, I have no reason to dislike Potter, unlike you. I also have no reason to dislike Ron, in fact I quite enjoy his presence. So, if you would please drop the matter and go on with your life, I would be thankful.” Malfoy’s face morphed into one of anger and disbelief. Sure, we may be friends, but I don’t deal with his crap just because he’s rich and a Malfoy. Luckily, or unluckily, Pansy Parkinson saved me from his wrath. “Yeah, okay Y/n, you’ve been in love with him since first year, everyone can see it!” She snorts, and the entire Slytherin table erupts into giggles. “That is, everyone but the Weasel,” She adds on. My face is as red as Ron’s hair and I feel my eyes tear up. Was it true? Did everyone know? I look around the room for a second, only to see Hermione glaring at me with a raised brow. I look away quickly. Malfoy is practically wheezing from how hard he’s laughing, “Honestly, Y/n, do you really think you have a chance with him? He and Granger practically eloped the day we got here! You would be crazy to think you actually stood-” He stops talking when I stand up, tears streaming down my face. “You can burn in hell, all of you.” I whisper, my voice breaking. Everyone suddenly has a look of guilt on their faces, and I look at Ron one last time. I can tell he’s concerned, but I don’t need him. “Wait, Y/n, it was just a joke!” “Merlin, she’s so dramatic.” “Y/n, where are you going? We were just kidding!” I hear yells and shouts from the Slytherin table as I sprint out of the Great Hall. But what really got to me, was the one thing I heard from the dreaded Gryffindor table. “Look at her, pathetic isn’t she? She can’t even take a joke! Ronald wher-” Bloody Granger. Bloody Malfoy. I turn the corner and slump against the wall, sliding onto the ground with my legs straight out in front of me. I struggle to breathe, the sobs are coming out too harshly. I was a liked person in my year, with plenty of friends. At this moment, though, it seemed as if everyone hated me. I tried to muffle the sound of my cries with my hand, but to no avail. “Y/n! Are you alright?” I eyes dash to the sound of the familiar voice, and quickly wipe my eyes when I see Ron running towards me. “Y-Yeah...” I mutter, “I’m fine.” My lungs hurt from holding back my cries, my lips quivering from the familiar sting in my throat. Ron sat down beside me, my eyes meeting everything but his own. “You’ve always been a bad liar,” he chuckles slightly. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. “Have not,” I mumble. As much as I craved his presence, I was not in the mood for games. I looked down at my hands, something that was quickly becoming a nervous habit. Luckily he must have sensed that I didn’t want to talk about what just happened, and stayed silent for what seemed like eternity. Ron examined me for a moment, he was nervous, just like me. I didn’t know what he had to be nervous about, it wasn’t like he liked me as anything more than a friend... “Y/n...” He whispered, I hummed in acknowledgment, looking at him. “I-I just want to say,” He stuttered, “I don’t care that you’re a Slytherin. I know that may seem impossible because I’m a Weasley, and a Gryffindor, but...” He trailed off and took a deep breath, “ I-I care about you...” My head shot up so fast, I’m surprised I didn’t get whiplash. My heart was thumping against my ribcage harder than ever, and my stomach felt weak. “R-Ron?” I whispered, not wanting to believe my ears or what my brain was trying to desperately to tell me. He likes you, you idiot! Why can’t you see it? He bit his lip and closed his eyes, something I would have found absolutely adorable if I wasn’t about to faint. “Y/n, I-” “Ronald!” Yelled a high pitched voice. My heart (and spirits) dropped and I sighed. Here we go. “Where have you been? We’re going to be late!” Hermione yelled. “Coming, ‘Mione,” Ron called after her. He looked at me apologetically, though he also looked... pained? “Ronald! Stop talking to the snake and hurry up!” She shouted again, and my rage levels increased drastically with those few words. Ron squeezed my hand to try and calm me, or to stop me from pulling out his best friend’s hair. “Bloody hell, woman! I’m coming!” He turned to me, “Bye, Y/n, see you later.” With a small wave, he was off. It was later that night, I was walking back to the dungeons after hours in the library, writing my Potions essay. Humming a tune I don’t remember the name off, I was slightly spaced out as I strolled along the familiar corridors. What wasn’t familiar, though, was the wand at my neck. Hermione-fucking-Granger was standing right in front of me in all her brilliant glory. Her perfect defensive stance with her wand right in my face. “Hello, Hermione,” I say, trying to stay calm. She scoffs, a disgusted look painted on her face. “Don’t ‘hello, Hermione,’ me L/n,” She practically spits. I shrug, and try to move around her. “Okay, then goodnight, Granger.” She still blocks my path. “What’s going on with you and Ron?” There is an edge to her voice that tells me there are no right answers. I am genuinely confused and befuddled, “Nothing is going on between Ron and I?” I state, though it sounds more like a question. What on Earth made her think that someone was going on between Ron and I? I mean... I wouldn’t complain if something was going on, but alas; absolutely nothing. I suppose that answer only made her angrier; “That’s bullshit.” “Is it?” I question, trying to push her buttons. She scoffs again and pushes her wand closer to my face, “Ron is mine. Not yours, mine. Stay away from him, or you’ll regret it.” I was raging at this point, but I couldn’t say anything... harsh to her, because Merlin forbid anything happen to the Brightest Witch of our year. So, instead of potentially harming my crushes obsessed best friend, I settled with, “Yeah, okay, whatever Hermione. Can I leave now?” Seemingly satisfied with my answer, she steps aside and watches as I walk away. “I’ll be watching you, L/n,” She says, trying to threaten me. I just snort. “I’m counting on it, Granger,” I call back and pranced away. Internally I was screaming, what would she do to me? Why is she so obsessed with him? Is she so jealous that she feels the need to threaten any girl that even comes close to her precious Ronald? Yes, she is. The next few days, I avoided Ron like the plague. He knew I was avoiding him, too. Anytime he was within fifteen feet of me, I turned around and practically ran the opposite direction. It didn’t help that Granger had such a smug smirk on her face whenever I saw her. All I wanted to do was shove my middle finger in her face and call it a wand. It was getting increasingly difficult to ignore Ron, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up with it. The longing stares when no one was watching, to the daydreams of what we could be during class- I couldn’t stay away. One night, I was- once again- walking back to the Slytherin common after hours in the library. Only, it wasn’t a wand in my face that made me pause. No, it was the distinct sound of arguing around the corner. Curious, I tip-toed towards the noise, trying to be as quiet as possible. Which was hard because of the echoing halls of Hogwarts, but somehow I wasn’t caught. “Why would you do that, Hermione?!” A very familiar voice yelled. “Because, Ronald, she’s a Slytherin!” Hermione yelled back. “That cannot be the only reason! She’s the nicest Slytherin there is! You don’t own me, ‘Mione! You have no right to decide things like that!” Ron was fuming, I could tell just by the sound of his voice. Somehow, I knew they were talking about me. I was the only Slytherin Ron could tolerate. “Fine, you want to know the reason? I love you, Ron! She was getting in the way!” Merlin, I really should stop listening before I start crying. “Getting in the way of what?!” “Us!” “There is no ‘us,’ Hermione! I don’t love you, I love Y/n! And you deliberately sought her out... And threatened her?! Bloody hell, you’re completely mental!” Ron was practically screaming at this point, he was so mad. I was completely shocked, he loved me? He loved me?! Am I dreaming? Apparently my gasp was louder than I thought, because both Ron and Hermione turned in my direction. Well, shit, I can’t run now. “You love me...?” I whisper. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around that fact. My tummy was swarmed with butterflies, my feet tingled and my hands were completely numb. I couldn’t believe it. Ron just stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I-... I... Urm... Y-eah.. I do,” I could have laughed at his attempt to speak, but I was completely dumbfounded. Not trusting my voice, I raced over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him into a kiss. This kiss... it was something ethereal. It was slow and passionate, but full of love and desire. There was nothing else like it. Our mouths moved in sync for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want it to end. His hands traveled from my waist to my face, cupping my cheeks gently as he towered over me. Alas; all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately we have lungs that feel the need to burn when you don’t breathe. Pulling apart slowly, I smile at him, genuinely smile. His cheeks are almost as red as his robes, and his hair ruffled from my hands running through it. “I take it you love me too?” He asks, smiling just as wide as I am. I nod, and giggles flow out of my mouth from how happy I am. He looks like he’s in a daze, “Bloody hell, Y/n, you’re brilliant.” “Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He doesn’t leave my embrace as he asks this. I gasp, “Yes! Merlin, yes!” Jumping into his arms at lightning speed. A quiet cry is heard from the right of us, and we look over to see Hermione, a hand over her mouth and tear stains on her cheeks. Ron shrugs, “Sorry, ‘Mione!”

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