#there might b one of these already floating around

[nebulamorada]

B-Rabbit x PapaDoc!girlfriend "pt 2"

• After the kiss it was difficult to keep in touch discreetly, you had your Motorola StarTAC, but he didn't even have a landline at home, so after exchanging a little information you both agreed to meet at your house and in the morning there were days when you had early classes, you took him to his work.

Your parents aren't so happy when he shows up for the first time, the clothes, the looks, the tone, the accent… they don't judge (oh, they do) but they worry that he might lead you into bad things (without being aware that you would be worse off in the relationship with "Papa Doc")

You start spending time with his friends with some doubt, having the idea that they would be like your ex's, receiving the difference pleasantly; they were still something and, but they were respectful towards you, Dj was someone quite cultured who you enjoyed talking to, Sol was funny, Cheddar Bob seemed very sweet to you and it didn't take long for you to notice how close Future was to Rabbit.

You were at the Shelter the night Rabbit went vs. Free World, closer to the entrance than the stage until it was Papa Doc's turn, when you walked over to 313 for a better look, smiling at Rabbit to assure him it was okay that he mentioned you in one of the rhymes he threw down on the beat.

Take care of his friend's girl, Cheddar lets you stand in front so you don't get pushed around and Sol and his prominent body create a barrier between anyone who wants to "accidentally" ground their crotch against your ass.

Your parents started to like Rabbit after a summer when he brought Lily to use the pool in your garden with you two, a cute scene of the three of you playing with the water, the little girl and you pushing Rabbit off the floats when he lays on them, sitting on a lounge chair at snack time and so on…his looks are different, but you trust that he's a good boy.

You end up telling your parents about what the environment was like when your ex was in, how he made you feel or the times he did little to stop the behavior from his friends against you.

It wasn't like you were planning on doing it, but you're not allowed to get close to him anymore and Rabbit knows your parents see it differently in a good way when your mom starts giving him tupperware with groceries to take to Lily or to work and your dad helps him with his car.

As soon as they become official you start calling him Bunny.

it was a private thing but you went to the trailer once not knowing Future was with him and he overheard it, if you think he didn't share it with the rest of the guys, you're wrong.

Rabbit pretends to be annoyed but always makes sure it's not serious by putting his arm on your waist or winking at you.

I already made a little post about quickies with Rabbit, that it's something that's definitely on the table here too.

Rabbit avoids it as much as he can but some socioeconomic differences and your nice family dynamics make him a little jealous, nothing that can't be talked about and worked on as a couple during some deep talks during the night.

You make Rabbit happy, that makes his friends happy because they appreciate him and want to see him good, makes his mother happy (when she's lucid and sober enough) makes Lily happy because her brother takes her to nice places when he's out with you and he has more time to play with her.

Rabbit makes you happy, which makes your friends happy and makes your parents extremely happy cause they love you more than anything

Everyone it's happy.

Except Papa Doc :)

[jefferythejelly]

[p0orbaby]

Hang Me Up To Dry

summary: you hate leah, until you don’t

warnings: SMUT 18+, public sex, enemies to lovers

a/n: your request served hot and fresh

word count: 1.1k

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You don’t even know how you got here. By “here,” you mean pressed up against a sticky wall in a toilet cubicle that smells like bleach and broken dreams, with Leah Williamson of all people practically plastered against you. You’d laugh at the absurdity of it all if you weren’t too busy trying not to melt into a puddle right here on the grimy floor. God knows what’s touched these tiles. Not that Leah seems to care, but Leah’s the type to forget that people exist below her eye level, anyway.

And to think, just an hour ago, you were arguing over some nonsense at the bar. Something about who was better at football—an argument so ridiculous it could’ve only been fueled by pints and pettiness. Leah, who practically floats above mere mortals in every sense of the word, was mocking you, a smirk playing at her lips. You’d retorted with something biting, you’re sure of it, but the details are blurry around the edges. There were probably middle fingers involved. Both of you are professionals at this—trading insults like it’s a sport, one you’ve both been playing for years.

And now, well, now she’s using that very same mouth—sharp and smirking and smug—to press messy kisses down your neck while her hands roam up under your shirt. You wish you could say it’s the booze that got you into this mess, but if you’re honest, it’s probably more the fact that underneath all that mutual disdain, you’ve both been wanting this for a long time. You’d just never admit it in the cold light of day. So it’s taken a bit of sambuca-induced recklessness for the truth to rear its horny head.

Her lips find the spot just below your ear, and you gasp because you’re pretty sure this is supposed to be about one-upping each other, not about how good it feels when she bites down, teeth sinking into sensitive flesh. Not about how her knee slips between your thighs like it belongs there.

“Still think you’re better than me?” she mutters against your skin, breath hot and ticklish. There’s that competitive streak—some things never change, even when she’s got you pressed against a toilet in some bar that’s about three years overdue for a health inspection.

“Better at what?” you manage to say, though it comes out more like a breathless gasp. Because, seriously, what are you even talking about anymore? Football? Insults? Definitely not bar toilets, because Leah’s winning that one by a landslide right now.

She laughs, and it vibrates through you, straight down to the point where her thigh is pressed against your core. “Everything”

You roll your eyes, or you would if they weren’t already half-lidded with a combination of alcohol and arousal. “Keep telling yourself that”

Her hands are everywhere at once—tugging at the hem of your top, sliding over your hips, slipping under the waistband of your jeans. And despite the location, the situation, the everything, you can’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you’re pretty sure if Leah doesn’t do something soon, you might actually lose what’s left of your mind. But you’re not about to tell her that.

No, you’ve still got some semblance of dignity left. You’re hanging on to it with both hands, gripping it as tightly as you’re now gripping Leah’s shoulders when she slides her hand between your legs and presses down just right. The sound you make is somewhere between a groan and a curse, and Leah smirks against your neck.

“Tell me I’m better,” she whispers, fingers moving in a way that makes it very difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

You bite back the noise threatening to escape and manage a weak, “Not a chance”

“Stubborn,” she mutters, and then her hand is in your underwear, and that’s it—game over. She’s got you, and you both know it. Her fingers slide over slick skin, teasing, testing, and you almost want to strangle her for how slow she’s going. Almost. But then she presses down, circles just right, and your head falls back against the wall with a thud.

Leah laughs again, low and almost affectionate, like she’s won some sort of game that only she was playing. “Thought so”

“Shut up,” you manage to gasp out, and it’s the last coherent thing you say because Leah’s fingers find a rhythm that has you forgetting how to speak altogether. She’s still smirking against your neck, probably thinking about how she’s got you right where she wants you, how she’s the one in control.

And sure, you’ll let her think that. For now. Because when she slides two fingers inside you, curling them just so, and you feel the heat coiling tight in your belly, you’re pretty sure she deserves to feel like she’s on top. Quite literally, as it turns out.

The orgasm builds slow, too slow, and Leah’s dragging it out on purpose. You know she is. She’s enjoying this way too much, the way you’re practically writhing against her, the way your breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. She’s got that competitive streak a mile wide, and this is just another game to her.

But when she finally, finally gives you what you need—when her fingers speed up, when her thumb presses right, there, and when she bites down on your neck again—that’s when you break. That’s when you shatter, clinging to her like she’s the only thing keeping you upright in this filthy, disgusting toilet.

It’s a long moment before you can breathe again, and even longer before you can speak. Leah’s still pressed against you, fingers still inside you, and she’s got that look on her face—smug, self-satisfied, like she’s just won the World Cup.

You manage to open your mouth, though your voice is rough and shaky. “Still a shit footballer,” you say, because you’re nothing if not consistent.

She laughs, a real one this time, not the sharp, biting one she usually throws your way. “Better than you, though”

You don’t bother arguing. Not because she’s right, but because you’re too busy trying to remember how to stand on your own two feet. Also because you’re half-sure if you say anything else, she’ll just drag you back into that cycle of insults and arousal, and you’re not sure you can survive another round.

So you settle for a weak, “Shut up,” and Leah grins like she’s just won the lottery.

“Let’s get out of here,” she says, pulling her hand out of your jeans and wiping it on the back of your shirt like the classy lady she is. “Before the smell of this place kills what’s left of my brain cells”

You snort, pushing her away as you straighten your clothes. “Too late for that”

But you follow her out of the cubicle anyway, because despite everything—despite the insults, the competition, the utter ridiculousness of the situation—you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there’s something to this whole enemies-to-lovers cliché. Or at the very least, enemies-to-shagging-in-gross-bathrooms.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XII. — HAND HOLDING (DURING THE ACT)

cw: Fluff, Romantic Talk, Hand Holding, Cunnilingus, Aged-Up / Pro-Hero Time Skip, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!

author's note: It was so interesting writing Deku. He's so cute but he's still an anxious dweeb who struggles to talk to girls. Enjoy!

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

“Um, okay. I’m not sure if—well, it’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before so I don’t know if I’ll be able to perform at the kind of standard you might be expecting, which—”

“Izuku.” 

Izuku pauses, the brows of his face pinched together and his pretty emerald eyes wide. They’re glossy with emotion, shiny underneath the dim lighting of your bedroom. His head rests in between your thighs, hands curled around the swell of your knees, fingers pinching into your skin. The way he looks at you makes you pause, but you just amend your surprise with a half moon of a smile. 

“It’s okay, really. I don’t expect you to be an expert at this. I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t be good going down on you either.” 

A distinct little yelp squeaks in the back of Izuku’s throat before he quickly flings his gaze off to the side, red flames igniting and powdering across his face while he stammers a response. 

“Ha ha! W-Well, you’re great at everything you do, or, you have been, so I’m sure you’d do great if you, uh, did g-go down on m-me. B-But we’re not talking about me right now! I’m just trying to make sure that you’re comfortable with this, and that—” 

“Izuku.” 

Once again, his teeth snap shut, and his eyes meet yours. 

“Don’t think about it too much. Just do what your gut tells you. I know it’ll feel good, don’t sweat it.” 

Izuku gulps, but he nods, determined. His face shifts a little, and his body wiggles along with it. He tries to press himself further in between your legs, squeezing your knees before he starts to push them down so he can accurately lower his face to the meadows of your cunt. Izuku’s determination fades a little, cracks of doubt breaking through his facade before he swallows and scrunches his brow ridge. You stare at him fondly, content with observing him build up the courage to swoop forward and claim what already belongs to him. His locks sway along his forehead, full and curly, and they tickle your thighs with Izuku’s every subtle movement. One of your hands reaches for him, tapping his head in a wave gently before you start to pet him. Izuku jumps, quickly glancing at you before he blinks and looks down again. 

“J-Just tell me if you don’t like this and want me to stop. I’ll…” 

Izuku doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he finally bows his head until his hot breath fans against the meaty lips of your cunt. Another swallow, but Izuku doesn’t keep you waiting any longer. He’s delicate and ginger whenever he connects your lips, his mouth is soft and warm, and you moan quietly at the sensation that unfolds beneath him. It’s lightning, but it’s slow, it’s nothing real. Fire, but it’s dull, but toasty enough to feel like ice thawing from your body. The feelings start to weigh down on you, and your head collapses onto the pillow within a mere second of Izuku’s mouth against your cunt. 

The fingers in his hair braid themselves, a shallow sort of attempt to ground yourself. Izuku pauses for a split second, probably listening for any signs of discomfort, but resumes once another moan floats from your chest. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like a snake hidden within tall stalks of gross to lay a thin stripe over the seam of your cunt. You feel like you’re spinning on a carousel, faster and faster, and your thighs clench once Izuku’s tongue prods against your clit. It’s hard, heavy, and thumping, eager to be touched and Izuku decidedly flicks it a few times. You groan each time, encouraging Izuku to tilt his head to the side so that he could suction his mouth against your clit. Both of your eyes roll back into your head, scattering like bowling pins smacked in the center, and a moan that’s way too loud escapes you whenever Izuku starts to suck and tug your clit. 

“W-What was that you were saying about not being good? Ahhh, haa, oh, Izuku, that feels so so sooo good. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” 

Your praise spurns Izuku on, and he starts to work his jaw in miniscule circles to lap at your clit and play it over his tongue like a meal, like food he wanted to savor, like a broth and soup that spreads love and health throughout his chest. You wondered what Izuku was thinking, you wondered if he was really enjoying this, but an ear-splitting slurp made your head dizzy and all thoughts flew out of your mind. 

His belly is flat to the bed, but you can feel him start to crunch up, can feel whenever he starts to gyrate his hips. Izuku’s moving in a way that slides you further towards him, your knees are growing closer to your head by the moment, and his face dives deeper. His groans vibrate your body, too, and his chin is parting your cunt down the middle. Glaze is slick down your flesh, but Izuku just bobs and weaves his head, smearing you wet, like he’s gone. 

“Like that! Yeah, ohhh, yes, yes.” 

Izuku nods to the best of his ability, and you’re left gritting your teeth and groaning. You wonder if he’s asked how to do this or if he’s researched it himself because, fuck, he’s so good, but that thought is fleeting and all you can imagine is teasing him after this is over by returning the favor. Because he’s eating you out like he’s mad with a fever, like you’re cetirizine. Maybe he’s listened to you gush one too many times—and that idea flatters you so badly, it makes you feel special to think someone is that dedicated to making you feel like this. 

And whenever one of Izuku’s hands leaves your thigh, trailing down, leaving storms and electricity in his wake, you nearly gasp and cry out his name whenever he finds your free palm and taps it gently. You flex, trying to process everything, trying to focus on anything all at once but finding each feeling overlapping and overwhelming. Izuku traces his fingers up before he laces them between the gaps of yours, curling down over your knuckles and squeezing. Tears spring to your eyes, fresh and new, and you start to pant, chanting Izuku’s name with every molecule of air you sip through. 

You can feel this burning, this reality that is starting to compress the rims of your belly. It’s down, but then it’s shivering and shuddering throughout your thighs all the way down to your stretching toes. But then it’s up, making your shoulder recoil and your chest bounce like a gunshot. 

Izuku’s hand is in yours, and yours is in his. You return his hold, losing yourself to the intimacy of him, of Izuku, of your lover, of your pleasure. His mouth seems to suck you in, through a drain and tumbling into the rabbit hole, and you’re crying before you can catch yourself. It’s getting to be too much, the way you seem to slowly implode, and your back arches before Izuku’s name is your death rattle.

And you squeeze again, hands intertwined, and Izuku holds you all the way through your orgasm. 

[smuttyaf]

Please, please, please?

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

wc; 12.8k | xxxtra for the business

“What are you doing up?”

Forest view gazing down your body in the reflection before him as he continues to button his dress shirt. The sheer nightgown displays perky nipples with lettuce trim flowing across your upper thigh slightly revealing the delicate bow of your panties.

You rested against the door frame, one hand rubbing your eye as the other felt over the soft panel of wood. The dim lighting that the walk-in closet brings allows your eyes to quickly adjust to his appearance; sleek Amiri suit fitting his body sophisticatedly, hair pushed away from his face with the combination of his cologne intruding the area. His dazzling physique adds brightness to the space that makes your fingers fall from their position with lips parting.

Every morning Harry would be gone before you even wrinkled your nose, and every night you would already be laid to rest and still he wouldn’t be by your side until hours later. With such days left unseen but only felt through late night touches, it’s as if it's been months since you’ve last seen him.

“I heard you.” Words said so soft and gentle that it has Harry halt his movements to turn around.

He drinks in the way your body leans off the frame and towards him. Subconsciously swaying your hips seductively making your breasts jump to each beat, your face still resembling needed sleep. Your own perfume fills his nose and has his body float towards you effortlessly just as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Tired eyes and cracked lips staring at him with his favorite look.

“I’m sorry.”

“I miss you.”

The pads of your fingertips run along his shoulder blades and down his chest to meet where his dress shirt still reveals inked skin. Manicure nails aid in continuing to button his shirt as both of your stares never waiver.

“Always leaving me so early.” Sleepy voice running across his skin as you lean on your toes to raise up and fix his collar.

Harry tongue peeks out of his mouth to run across his bottom lip, his own touch finding itself wrapped around your hips as he lets his head bow. Hearing those words makes his heart ache, how could it not? Especially when you look like this, all needy and submissive with little cloth covering your skin; he was missing you in every way.

“I don’t mean too…” His own voice coming out quiet yet deep at the same time he brings you closer into his chest.

A sincere hum carries from your throat, head bobbing and lashes fluttering as your fingers roam down his chest slowly. His heart beat picks up under your palm as you lean in, slight smile toying at your lips as you feel his erection press against your thigh.

“I know.” You mutter with gaze breaking from his and letting them run down his frame. The touch that feels amongst him fits itself along his pelvis and begins to grope his cock.

The heavy feel of it in your grip makes you moan quietly, sight batting up at him as your fingers run over his thickness. Whether it was his fragrance clouding your senses or his touch drawing you into his magnetic presence, you were captivated by him and wanted him to take you right then and there.

Sure, it might be four in the morning and Harry should already be leaving the penthouse by now, but you wanted him and it was clear the feeling was mutual.

“I just miss spending time with you.” Grip tightening around his girth as your lips lean forward and dot kisses along his dress shirt.

“I miss feeling you.” One of his hands leaves your waist to run up your spine and collect your locks in his hold, his grip gently tugging your neck back as he continues to lean down and be mesmerized by your aura.

“Especially inside me.” You whisper letting the connection in the room grow stronger as eyes glaze over in pure lust from the situation. “Don’t you miss it too?”

Harry’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, sight examining every twitch and needy draw of your hand just begging for him to fuck you. It’s so alluring, the way your mouth parts to expel the way you feel and how your body curls into him just dying for the feeling you’ve been restrained of.

The strands of your hair collected in his palm holds your head back even further, lips moving closer towards yours as your hand never draws away from stroking his erection through his slacks.

“Of course I do.” Harry mumbles just at the same time you whimper from his breath running across your lips.

The submissive sound makes him smirk, such simple words responding to your question that makes you moan so easily in a way that has him reeling. Harry can’t get enough of you, not when you're laying it down on him like this.

“You want me baby?” He adds with hand leaving your hip and descending down your backside, his fingers sinking beneath the surface of your nightgown and feeling your fat cheeks.

A shaky breath escapes your mouth, eyes closing sensually as you hum and continue to touch him as he does you. Smooth expensive material and the essence of your delicate skin drawing both of you together to tease each other in the closed space.

It’s crazy how enthralled you both can be with just a few seconds in each other’s presence. How there’s this never ending attraction constantly tying you together with the need to crave the other in the most unhealthy way possible. All those empty mornings and lonely nights are embedded with each stroke down his cock and whine leaving your throat.

“Yes.” You whisper as his lips press against yours following every motion of your mouth. “Please Harry, please?”

Flesh sinks amongst each other not caring for the indifference of morning breath but instead on pleasuring the ache of arousal that’s been brewing since buttoning the rest of his shirt. Transfix stare and persuasive body language was all that was needed to have both of you ready to pounce for the forgotten time spent.

His tongue roams amongst yours messily as if drunk from the off taste of you, his fingers running over your pussy lips as the other begins to massage your scalp. It was moments when he touches you like this that make you melt like putty in his hands. So gentle yet rough, so tall but firm. You’re sure it’s obvious how much you desire his cock at the moment, it’s practically written all over your face and Harry loves that.

It’s admirable how you whimper and blush under his presence, how you can be so confident in your actions but submissive with such little effort. It has him groaning against your lips, his mouth smoothly slotting against yours as he takes steps deeper into your presence that makes you walk backwards, your body shuffling across the room to press you into the otherside of the closet.

The rushed movement squishes your grip against his hips as he begins to runt himself into your body. Palm pressed tightly amongst his stiff cock as it moves roughly dying to feel you wrapped around him.

“Mr. Styles…”

Dominant name falls from your mouth smoothly while head cranes back into the closet frame. The cool feel of the wood makes you hum pleasantly as his lips float amongst your chin, light kisses sinking along your flesh with his fingers begin to swivel circles along your throbbing hole.

Having you like this and calling him by his desired title was like dangling candy in front of his face. You’re so eager to please and submit to him it’s like you’re just begging for it as much as he is.

And Harry adores that, absolutely loves it, really. The way he can shove you into furniture as if nothing and have you moaning against him like the toy you are to him. Tiny clothing fitting plump flesh with the savory taste of you that he’s been missing these past few weeks, it’s so wrong of him to leave you with such little attention but with the way you act so desperate for his touch, god does he love it so much.

“I’d love to baby,” He breathes as his hand releases from your hair and gazes down the other side of your neck.

The way he has you positioned right now, with dripping pussy lips and moaning incoherently against him has him thrust forward again. His touch roaming amongst your collarbones with delicate yet rough fingers following the indents of your skin as if trying to memorize every divet and curve.

It draws over your shoulder to skim down your armpit, cupping your breast to soon let his palm flex the fat skin together as if a stress reliever before letting go to twist your aroused nipples in his grip. A sharp intake of breath gathers within your lungs as your sight slithers open to reveal dainty light fixtures and Harry’s feathered curls.

“Please sir, I want you so bad.” You whine with your head swaying to press love into his neck.

“Really?” Teasing voice of him running across your flesh that has you shiver at the feel.

Your hand flexes amongst his moving hips as you indulge in the feeling of him playing with you. Fingers drawing down soaked folds, splatter of bruises trickling up your skin as he taunts you. Even though you hate when he toys with you like this, you can’t help but love it.

“Yes… don’t you feel what you do to me.” Inhaling eerily as your hips jerk shakily at the feel of his fingers grazing your clit.

Harry hums knowingly. His own body stepping further into your touch as if reiterating your own words with the way his cock drags against your skin wanting nothing more than to feel your walls around him.

“I do… and I love it.” He sighs with mouth drawing away from bitten skin and carrying his head up to look at your blissed out face. “I love it so much.”

Mouth sinking against yours to deliver the fresh peppermint paste floating amongst his tongue to transfer along yours and swirl together.

His thumb and index finger release from their previous motions of tugging your nipple to softly smack the flesh and collect it into his palm once more. The thin material allows him to feel every ripple and squirm that draws down your body as he continues to explore every space he’s missed so much.

From the smell of your shampoo to the way your body molds against his so easily it sways his frame into yours. The spine of the closet digging further into your back, tongue stroking against yours lovingly while his paste slows down in your hand.

A relieving sigh passes through your nose as mouths continue to link together and exchange in sloppy kisses, limbs continue to flex and move against each other with eagerness as Harry stands pressed against you refined and exquisite. His cologne making you dizzy in the best way as hands leave you a begging mess. You missed him so much.

Pinned fingers slither up the tight expanse of his waist to trail along the undercut of his curls, nails scratching the surface lightly just as his hips slouch against yours once more. The desperate plea for attention graces both of your lips as his mouth pulls away, the wet feeling of him leaves you only to carry your touch to bring him closer once more.

“I can’t baby.”

Disappointment falls amongst your skin warm with a combination of his fingers feeling over your clit playfully, only furthering your desire for him. An unsatisfied huff passes through your lips before you’re taking initiative to lean forward and begin drawing your love amongst his jaw.

“Please, Harry.” You sigh with touch going to gently massage the bottom of his neck. Thumbs drawing softly down the expanse that has him relaxing further under your touch. “I miss you so much.”

Hips rolling amongst his erection as you let his skin suck between your lips, tongue swirling against the expanse before your releasing it to further create bruises along the space.

“And I miss you too…” His fingers drawing down your slit once more before it’s passing between your ass cheeks and hugging you closer amongst the curve of your ass. “But I have to go.”

“No.” You whine pathetically, fingers halting from their previous motions as your head slouches against the pane. “Just stay.” Sight looking up as you carry his face towards yours letting him see how bad you want him no matter how it made you look.

“Please?”

Whispered softly and so sweetly that it puckers his lips, head swaying sadly as he peers down at you. Like always, he stares through you as if knowing every little thought dwindling in your mind and satisfied with the fact that he consumes every single one of them.

“I’m sorry, baby… you know I am, I want to spend every day with you.” His fingers crawl up to cup your bum as his lips fall into a straight line. “But I have to go.”

Another huff passes through your lips before your sight is rolling in annoyance. Nails trailing down his skin in disdain at the same time Harry lands gentle smack against your cheek.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He commands which leaves you bowing your head under his gaze. His right hand trails away from their position to fit itself amongst your chin, his favorite place to hold.

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I want with you.” Teeth sucking back his bottom lip as he looks over your features before releasing the flesh. “It’ll only be a few hours, then I’ll be back.. so I want you to be a good girl, and I’ll see you when I get home.”

His eyes draw close as he places one more cherished kiss amongst your sad lips. Another depressing huff fills the space when he pulls away, gaze skimming down your frame as his fingers grip your cheeks in his palm.

It never made sense to you why he always needs to be up so early for work, never understood why his presence is needed at the highest point in dawn but still you never questioned it. Harry provides for you, anything you want and need he’ll snap his finger and have it in your hands immediately, so you’re not one to question his absence with everything given. However you are entertained to see him refrain from falling into your tactics, especially in this situation.

Your head turns away from him at the same time the touch that once draped along his neck pushes his hand away as you side step him..

“What a shame.” You sigh as you begin walking towards the entrance, head twisting a bit to catch Harry staring at you while fixing himself back up. A smirk tugs across your lips from the obvious attention before you watch him quickly scoop up his blazer and walk towards you.

A giggle trails from your lips as he comes up behind you beginning to pinch your sides. Playful teasing continues down the descent of you following him to the elevator and kissing him goodbye. It was only seconds later did you curl into bed and slip back to sleep, letting the previous moments aid in the pleasant dreams that sweep you away for a couple more hours.

“Tired?” Emilio smiles once taking the car out of park and checking his blind spot before pulling out.

A genuine smile tugs at your lips as you nod your head in agreement. “Nothing like feeling burnout on a Tuesday.”

Hands leaving your sides to tighten your ponytail as you still feel sweat dampen the baby hairs flatten amongst your forehead. Your sight catches over the many pedestrians and street vendors filling the road as you begin to make your way home.

Pilates definitely kicked your ass today but it was worth it, the soreness in your calves to the slight pain running along the underside of your arms only meant you were looking your absolute best. Ever since being away from Jasper’s you spent all your days going to appointments to keep up your appearance and have Harry’s entourage chauffeur you around.

All his credit card information connected to your phone to tap away whatever you needed, weekly money transfers to your account regardless of such access to his life. It was reassuring that you held a place in there, that you were really his and can confidently say that.

Fingers draw down your neck feeling the dry sweat built up after your class. The crusty feel of it makes your face twist in disgust before skimming your hand along your leggings. A sigh leaves your mouth as your head kneels back into the leather interior, eyes scanning every skyscraper crossing your vision as cool air blows through the vents.

“Don’t worry miss, once you get home and take a nice shower you’ll feel ten times better!” Sincere smile being sent through the rear view mirror which has you laugh softly.

“Hopefully.”

Though a shower would be nice and refreshing you knew the only thing that would sooth your bones was a nice warm bath, which is exactly what you began to run once you got in.

You smiled at Cleo in the doorway before heading straight upstairs to bring the water to the right temperature before stripping down and dipping into the steamy bubble bath letting aromas of lavender and vanilla fill the space.

Sore skin and weak limbs relax softly against the porcelains bath that lets a satisfying moan trail out. You rest against the panel and drag your fingers down the many jet flow options provided.

Moments like this amaze you that this is what your life consisted of now; nail appointments, facials, regular shopping sprees, and pilates lessons. All you had to do was look pretty and keep your mouth shut and Harry rewarded you for such things. That’s been your motto most recently, just smile and nod, be his good little doll that he loves so much.

Chewing on your bottom lip you firmly press on the preferred jet option only increasing the volume of bubbles in the steaming water. Carefully you turn on your thigh, fingers swiping amongst your towel carefully before collecting your phone and immediately going to your camera.

The large window space in the expansive bathroom adds beautiful light to display thick clouds to surround you and display water dripping from your slender shoulders and around your plump round breasts, you knew you looked amazing, especially after a workout, so it was only right to tease Harry, make him feel bad for leaving you hot and heavy after not seeing him for so long.

You carefully zoom in and lean your phone downwards purposely posing with your tits out on display, the consistent clicks ring off in the space before you turn your camera a bit to lean over and display your backside even more. The photos you took are sexy and without a second thought you’re picking your favorites and sending them to Harry.

Your body twists around once more, eyes watching closely with lip between your teeth as you see the photos registered as delivered on both ends. Index fingers tap along either side of your phone as you feel anxiety begin to creep up. You’ve never been bold enough to send him nudes because it was never necessary in the relationship; whenever Harry wanted your attention it didn’t take much for you to provide him with it, but it’s only been as if recently after moving in did little time begin to be spent with each other.

Carelessly you begin scrolling up and reading your previous conversations from days ahead asking him when he’ll be home to how’s work to i miss you’s, that’s normally all they ever consisted of as he spent his time doing god knows what in your absence.

And just as your thoughts begin to veer that far your screen automatically slides down to reveal three bubbles dancing across the screen for what seems to be so eerily long as your heart thumps against your chest until his response floats across the screen.

More

Only registering in your brain as the many times he would encourage you to beg for more of his withering attention during times of need.

As if being in that same situation you immediately go back to your camera and subtly push your breasts together. Flaky bubbles dotting amongst your chest as water flows between the crevice of skin between swollen breasts, your index finger and thumb collect your nipple and tug on it with mouth slightly parted and moaning quietly.

Once again, you choose your favorite pictures and send them to him. The ringing swipe of the photos goes through just as you let your back relax with happiness soaring through, it felt good to finally be noticed.

Turn around

Bend over for me baby

Teeth chew into the side of your mouth before you raise up once more, free hand positioning your towel against the marble surface while carefully clicking the longest timer setting before beginning to pose.

Both hands leaning on the side of the tub while you curve your spine just the way he likes, head leaning to the side to stare out the window and let the strands of your hair cascade down your back beautifully. The timer goes off letting the multiple lens sound puncture your ears, you smile to yourself before turning around and setting it up once more, this time with your chest leaning into the rim of the tub and both hands pulling your cheeks apart to have your pussy out on display.

Once the familiar ring goes off again you’re gripping your phone back into your palm and looking through the raunchy pictures. You haven’t took photos like these since highschool so it was reassuring that the long forgotten poses are still ingrained in your memory and that Harry was appreciating it.

After selecting your favorite ones you immediately send them to him, teeth biting into your lip and feeling the soft plump skin below as your thumb begins to move across the keyboard.

Don’t you want to fill me up, sir?

Smirk tugging across your lip as hand begins to roam along your body. From shoulder blades to breasts, to the crevices of your ribs to your belly button until it draws down your pussy.

The memory of Harry’s own fingers groping you this morning floods your mind. His lips pressed against yours, body shoving you into walls with cock pressed snug against you. You missed him so much, and hopefully this is persuading enough to get him home at this moment.

You’re so sexy princess

Got me so hard during my meeting

Your heart immediately paddles at the thought of him looking down at his phone with such pictures of you crossing the screen being surrounded by business men. It turned you on and you wanted nothing more than to please him at this moment despite the distance.

I miss you so much Mr. Styles

I’m touching myself thinking about this morning

Finger swirls around your clit with an erotic moan flowing out as pleasure creeps up your body. The added pressure of the jets massaging your limbs adds to your body relaxing and hips slouching amongst the glass letting you sink deeper into the tub.

Interesting

I don’t remember telling you to do that

Your ear begins to ring at the words floating across the screen, heart beat increasing as you continue to let your touch float amongst your pussy once more.

Even from far away Harry’s dominance speaks volumes, how you manage to feel even more warmer while soaking in this bathtub at the change in conversation over such conditions, how you can nearly feel his irritated demeanor through the screen.

With teeth now chewing into your lips and fingers tapping amongst the case of your phone, you can’t help the surge of deviance that crawls through. He’s the one who left you all high and dry this morning, hell, he’s been the one gone for weeks without little care for your needs. It was only right for you to poke at him.

I know but I don’t feel like being a good girl today

Sight watching closely the way the three dots build up on the screen with quickness at resistance over your actions. It wasn’t only entertaining but it was endearing seeing his feelings and how possessive he is towards you.

Don’t play smart with me

You better not be touching yourself still

Every sentence translates in your mind as his voice which has another moan trail from your throat, lashes fluttering as your touch flattens against your pussy lips.

And if I am?

Giggle slipping through as you let your finger pull away and slither backup your body from its previous descent.

This is exciting… actually this was more than that, it was fun! Having Harry rock hard on the other side of the city while you tease him through the phone. It finally felt like you had some control back and you’ll do whatever you can to maintain it.

If you are then you’re not gonna like your punishment when I get home

A wobble of a smile flows amongst your features at the premeditated event already set in place, how he’s already plotting about how he’ll discipline and treat you. It was only right that you feel completely light headed at the thought of what can happen hours from now.

Oh well

Guess I will see you when you get here then

If that’s how you want to play it then be ready

You grin to yourself happily as lock your phone before twirling yourself over in the bathtub, giddy feeling tingling through your toes and down your spine at the adrenaline soaring through about what's in store.

After the steamy conversation, you cleaned up and immediately began preparing yourself. Vintage Christian Dior mini dress gently running along your skin as thin socks cover up to your knees. You did your hair all nice and voluminous with natural makeup enhancing your features as well as spraying your signature scent on all pulse points.

After getting ready you blasted your playlist and started cooking immediately, strands of hair pushed behind your ears as you began to prep the meat and vegetables for the extensive meal about to be made just to impress Harry. Typically you wouldn’t make something so large since you’re the one eating in the dining room, but you wanted to make this night special and cater to him his favorite way.

Boiling noodles, seasoning meat, washing leafy greens before you begin to hear the beautiful sound of searing steak and smell the delicious food beginning to fill the penthouse. You made sure everything was perfect; constantly checking temperatures, carefully looking over the stringy pasta so it was just the right amount of soft that Harry enjoys.

It was as if you’re a teenager again with the ecstatic feeling consuming you over him being home tonight. It must be very telling because Cleo struts in and loops himself between your legs, beginning to purr adding comforting reassurance that makes you relax a bit and not overwhelm yourself with the high expectations you set.

You grade cheese, layer it in a dazzling pattern before popping it in the oven and setting it to bake. You remember to consistently spoon the natural oil onto the steak cutlets so it soaks in the juices properly while tossing and turning the carrots and broccoli in another pan. You were focused and attentive towards every occupied gasket making sure everything is going smoothly.

With everything that Harry does for you this night has to be special. From appearances to flavor, everything has to look its best. Living in this high rise apartment, being surrounded by such luxury it was only right to pamper and care for him after all that he does. Even despite leaving early and staying out late on a regular occurrence it was obvious that you’re happy to play this role in his life as his own personal doll, and like everything you have to play the part perfectly.

Once all sides are cooked you decorate the dining table and plate everything before cleaning up any remaining messes. The savory smell tingles your nose and has your lips running over each other wholeheartedly content with the dinner choices for tonight.

Just as you light a candle to add to the ambiance of the decorated kitchen, the gears of the elevator doors turning pick up your already anxious heart and have a nervous smile tugging across your mouth.

You carefully slip away from the connected kitchen to pass through the lounging area where you see the sliver doors begin to pull apart. The once scared smile turns into a wide grin as you see a large circular bouquet of red roses pressed against Harry’s suited chest. Your paste turns into delicate hops on your toes when passing by the living room and right towards him stepping into the quaint hallway.

“Hi baby!” You shine with happiness, leaning up on your toes as he meets you halfway to press a kiss to your lips.

“My love.” He says once pulling away and letting his hand sling around your waist while passing you the flowers. “For you.”

“They’re beautiful,” You smile while leaning in once more to give him a peck. “Let me put these in a vase.” Turning on your heel you begin to retrace your steps before you feel Harry’s presence behind you.

“What are you doing?” You question while stopping in your tracks, his own body halting as he smiles admired by you.

“Pouring myself a glass.” Being his answer that has you looking at him with a raised brow and seductive glint in your eye.

“Sit down, I’ll fetch you it.” Sight connecting between the couch and him which leaves him to smirk before taking a seat.

His sight draws down your frame obnoxiously drinking in your appearance. The black slip dress provides in your curves to stand out heavenly as the knee length pantyhose places an undeniable sexy appeal over you. Just seeing you like this was already making him hard despite only being around each other for a few seconds.

You concedingly sway your hips as you pass through the door frame and run luke warm water before pouring the proper contents into a vase and sticking the bouquet in. After trending to your surprise gift you return back to the large living room where you go to the designated bar in the space and begin fixing his usual order.

It was impossible for you not to watch him from your position in the room. Despite only seeing the back of his head and faint side profile Harry radiants all that you love in this man. His beauty, determination, class, elegance. There is so much to adore about him that it isn’t a surprise you already feel your clit throbbing.

His body shuffled against the leather of the couch, his fingers undoing buttons to peel open his blazer and carry a cuban to his lips, soon the aged tobacco adds to the delicious smell in the air which further reminds you of how much you’ve missed him.

Three cubes of ice clink amongst the glass before you’re filling the intricate cup half way and making your way over to your boyfriend. Your knees cushioning your position as you sit next to him with drink outstretched.

Just as he inhales the rolled leaf, his hand peels away from his thigh to accept the glass and send a wink your way, only making you blush from ear to ear.

“Are you hungry? I just finished dinner and set everything out,” You question while examining the way the smoke bellows through the space before he’s sipping back the dark liquid.

Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow, lengthy fingers gripping the glass as his body rests along the couch pleasantly. His cologne fills your nose and has you subconsciously leaning closer towards him, one hand running amongst his thigh and other resting along his bicep.

“I made lasagna with steak, medium rare just how you like, and I made—”

“—Domestic looks good on you.”

Faint smile tugs across your lips as heart thumps at the compliment. Your head sways into his shoulder when looking towards his slacks that display his obvious erection.

“You think so?” Hand drawing down the material as you fit yourself deeper into his side.

“All this for me? Of course.” His arm raises to fit over your shoulders and bring you closer. “I love what I’m molding you to be.”

Stomach immediately fills with butterflies at such manipulative words entering the air that now fuels the heightened craving you feel towards Harry.

“Put this down for me love,” His hand fitting the glass amongst your hand along his thigh. Immediately you accept and place it onto the center table. Your head turning to look at him as you sit up and gaze towards his appearance.

His sight examines every feature over your face while he inhales the tobacco. Black mascara painting your lashes, pink hue of gloss spread amongst your lips as warmth carries throughout your cheeks and down your neck. He loves that he has this control over you, how you get so nervous under his eyes. He absolutely adores it.

“I appreciate the meal but I’m not really hungry for that.” Thick clouds twirl between the space of you both as your teeth fits along your lip. The hand that once carried the cool drink runs its way back down his knee and up his thigh.

“Thought I forgot about what you did today?” Harry chuckles darkly while leaning in and drawing his mouth along your neck.

Flesh rolls into your mouth as you shake your head softly, touch running along his erection to outline the thick shape of him with a soft whimper leaving your throat at such dirty words gracing your skin.

“Speak doll, I want you to speak.”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No, Mr. Styles.”

Knees sink deeper into the cushions as you drink in the curls that flow effortlessly through his scalp and lips so smooth, continuously teasing you to the point that such possessive words captivate you.

“So… what are you waiting for?” Green eyes looking between you and his cock as he brings the cigar to his mouth.

Thighs push together at such discern for your feelings as he shuffles deeper into the couch. Your grip over his erection drawing down the length as you fit your hand next to the occupied one.

Tongue slithers out of your mouth to taste the gloss across your lips as you excitedly begin to undo his belt. Rushed fingers tugging the belt through its metal loops that makes Harry smirk at your eager behavior, his sight watching closely the way you tug his pants down and look back at him with doe eyes.

“I missed your cock in my mouth so much,” You hum as your hands feel over his thickness, lashes fluttering in your vision over how hard he is in your palm.

A smirk tugs across Harry lips as he sucks in the poisonous smoke, gaze examining you like he always does when caught up in your submissive demeanor. How your flesh juts out bitten and shiny, hands softly stroking him with affection as your body continues to lean impossibly close to him captivated by his dominance.

His hand draws away from your shoulder to draw along the back of your neck, thumb smoothly running across your skin staring at you and all your beauty. Harry still can’t comprehend how you're his. How your charm and captivating aura are forever bound to him in every way imaginable. How all it takes is one look and his cock is standing up straight unable to control his desire for you even if it’s for a split second.

It’s what makes the connection so riveting, constantly tied by such attractive beauty. Perky breasts bound by lace with polyester shining under the low light from the setting in the room, to the skyscrapers shining in the distance. Hair flowing down your shoulders with spine beautifully curved to nestle in his chest. He worships your beauty and attentiveness, always ready whenever he is as if been longing even worse for such receptive touch, as if missing it just as much as he is.

“Is that so?” He hums with touch feeling over baby hairs. Teasing voice flowing across your skin as his sight looks over your lips; plump and juicy, all red and bitten, he wants to kiss you, wants to taste your sweet tongue amongst his but he hasn’t forgotten his plan.

“Yes, sir.” Answering with a nod of your head as fingers blindly release him from his boxers and moan at the warm heaviness of him.

“Well…” Harry sighs while letting his grip over your neck tighten to control your movements as he playfully shakes your head. “It doesn’t look like it.”

His other hand carries the cuban to his lips while he releases your head and slouchs amongst the cushions. Once again, his nonchalant demeanor swoons you to shuffle backwards on your knees and lean further down his body.

Eyes relish in the beauty of his erection; how it’s all veiny and pulsing in your hand. It has you moaning at the site, how lengthy and thick he is, how he fills up every inch of you so effortlessly. You’re so consumed by the look of him that you're salivating, drool hanging down the corner of your mouth before they pierce together to spit along the slit of his cock.

Saliva divides into three as it flows down the girth of him, such a dazzling sight in front of you that you don’t resist to lean forward and suck him into your mouth. Glossy flesh wrapping around the crown of him while tongue drags around the curved edges, immediately a moan muffles around him from the salty taste.

Lashes flutter at the forgotten flavor of him, mouth twisting to relish in the fact that he’s finally between your lips. That the weighty feel of him already dragging down your throat has your thighs spreading wider and eyes sensually rolling.

Mouth slowly slides down the expanse of him, spit cascading down every vein and covering every inch of skin till there’s no longer air filling up your lungs. It’s a delicious burning feeling, the way they thump and beg for oxygen till your nose is running across the soft hairs along Harry’s groin. It’s the best kind of pleasure, the type that has you moaning against him once more before drawing up and admiring how wet and gorgeous his cock looks.

And just as you’re so starstruck by how hefty he stands and fits in your palm, does he hum pleasantly at the sight of you yearning for him, all deer eye and pouty, he can’t control his hands from spreading down your back and rubbing against your plump ass cheeks, his other hand bringing his cigar to his lips and puffing on the cuban.

Smoke breezes through dancing in twirls as you continue to slurp him down your throat. Trousers bunched up over his knees, your dress riding up to reveal your skinny g-string, his own grip feeling over exposed skin as lights twinkle over and illuminate the sexual space. The energy of dominance that radiates is strong yet easy to distinct the submissive role of being on your knees and swallowing him down.

“Good girl.” Harry groans with thighs shuffling against the cushions, his head leaning back as his eyes close.

The grip your mouth has over him, slick and cherry red engulfing him so beautifully, he forgot how good your mouth feels. So succulent, so moist, god, you have so much control over him you don’t even know.

It’s why his hand lies a deafening smack against your backside, why he grunts wholeheartedly, aroused by the way he feels your flesh recoil back, how soft yet fat it is. He has to suck in a breath to control himself from acting on his immediate thoughts.

“That’s it… take it all in your mouth.”

Pads of his finger running down the material of your thong till it’s swiping through your lips, the warmth of his slap radiates sending warmth throughout your body. It’s that addicting tingle that has your spine flexing back into his hand. Another muffled moan releasing from your mouth as you draw up his cock, bubbles and spit roaming down the expanse that has you licking your lips at the sight.

“What did I just say?” Harry huffs, the hand carrying the cigar directs you to take him back.

In a drowsy trance your swollen smackers part once more to accept him. Glistening eyes met with a tired throat continuing to stroke him. Your vision a mix between his thigh nestle across the couch to the sparkling lights twinkling in the distance. It shifts with each descent down him with blurry spheres filling your vision as tears brim your waterline.

It’s pure euphoric pain that aches throughout your throat; how strained and stuff you feel. Glands burning, cheeks stretched, and tongue sore from swirling around him relishing in the taste that you’ve missed so much.

Your spine curves in as your mouth continues to fit down him. Pleasant hum leaves as your brows push together at him filling your throat completely. Crown of his cock tagging your uvula while your nose grazes against his pubic hair; and just as you’re about to pull away his hand situated on your head shoves you back down, his hips adjusting slightly to begin thrusting into your throat.

“Fuck.” Harry moans in a long drawl as he fucks your mouth. His head leaning away from the couch to open his eyes and watch you follow his every movement.

With each thrust it’s a wet squelching sound releasing into the space, silky and passionate with smooth plush lips. Harry is going absolutely manic the way he’s buried into your throat right now. He’s missed this so much, he’s missed you so much.

You’re irresistible and it’s moments like this where he can’t believe you’re his. Dressed all sexy and bent on all fours just accepting of his movements. It’s why he lands another demanding smack against your ass letting a grunt escape him.

His grip relaxes over your head allowing you to rise up and inhale deeply. Your hand situated between his leg along the couch runs under your eye catching the mess of tears. With sight all fuzzy and mouth sore from the assault you can barely catch your breath before his fingers carefully bring your mouth towards him.

Lips slotting against each other all slow and nurturing as if he wasn’t just roughly fucking your throat minutes ago. His tongue controlled and enticing, twisting and tangling along yours so sensually that you’re moaning into the kiss.

The hand that once cleaned the mascara under your eye runs up his arm to hold his neck. Mouths still exchanging love as hands roam amongst clothing grasping and gripping like time apart was the most dreadful thing for both of you to experience.

Cigar and whisky stains your lips; it’s the long forgotten taste that has you reminiscing about all those late nights and hours you spent fitting amongst each other until falling asleep. All those memories flooding your mind and having your body lean further into him.

“I missed you so much, Harry.” You sigh once pulling away from the kiss. Eyes fluttering open to watch him lean back, hand running over your backside as the other pulls away from your face.

The cigar is long forgotten between his fingers with his attention now sorely on you and the whine that rings through the air so needy for him. He smirks, all charming and sweet, his head leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips while his touch runs up your spine and drags your dress along the skin.

“I know.” He breathes against your flesh, his eyes looking at every feature that displays such eagerness that he simply just has to toy with. “Why don’t you take this off for me baby.” Sight descending down your frame as you bite your lip sensually before standing.

Your foot slips between his thighs and down his calf being intriguing just like when you first met him. Fingers softly roaming down his neck to rest along his shoulders as you stand between his legs, hips swaying to the music in the air as your gaze falls towards his unattended hands nestled along the cushions.

With confidence you lean towards Harry, chest playfully dazzling in its display as you let your hands roam down either side or him till you're collecting the unattended cigar back in your hold. Swiftly turning around you teasingly lean over, ass on display as you continue to sway your hips and place the cuban onto the ashtray.

And as your knees begin to flex your fingers teasingly drape up your hips, feeling over the material as waist continues to swing. The seductive movements have you nostalgic of the familiar decorative room that you both would find yourselves locked away in. How your head rolls and touch skims over lace easily, how your motions are dedicated to being alluring and sexy like the many times you’ve done before.

It adds to the longing desire that’s been craving Harry. Heavy gaze locked watching your every motion, teeth shining as he bites back his lip and watches you dance; he’s captivated, and it’s very telling from his deamour to his erection laying across his stomach. It makes you grow even more hot as if burning up with a fever.

The pads of your toes twist against the floor as your hips continue to move. Fingers running along the trim of your dress, playfully rubbing it further up your waist until pulling the material over your head. Swollen breasts, perky nipples, and delicious hips flowing to the music flowing in the room. It’s like you’re back at Jasper’s with every motion revealing skin and turning each other on even more.

The sexual desire between both bodies is very compelling, it fills the penthouse with the unique aroma of a decadent meal and furious passion brewing within the room. Steps bring yourself closer into his chest with gaze glimmering as he welcomes you with open arms. Harry’s eyes shine as head cranes up, lips pulling back into a smirk as you lean downward getting closer towards him.

“Want me baby?” Voice trailing across your lips with his hands running down your waist as you nod your head and begin tugging down his blazer.

“Mhmm…” You hum just as he raises up to allow you to drape it off him. Your attention completely focused on evening the scale of nudity as you carefully unbutton his dress shirt.

Sparrows, butterfly, and black out heart exposing itself as the soft glow of the chandelier above lights up his toned figure. Immediately it has you licking your lips, sight obnoxiously looking at him all nude and exposed that it has your thighs squish together when your pussy throbs at the sight.

“Get on the table for me.” Harry orders, his gaze examining your body and how delicious you look.

“The table?” You question while pulling away from his face and looking towards the sturdy center piece in the living room.

“Yes, love.” He replies, touch skimming down your thighs before they trail away and run across his own leaving you to follow his command.

Carefully you lie yourself on the glass, the cool feel of it makes you sigh comfortably with calves crossing over themselves. Vision now parallel to Harry who has one arm against the frame of the couch while the other strokes himself. That sight alone has you moaning quietly as you sit up to get an even better view.

“Open ya’ legs.” He commands next, his hand descending down his dick slowly as you unravel your feet and spread them apart.

Harry surveys your body positioned on the table, all firm and tight, how the sheer material along your thighs adds to your aura. Always eager to please, always submissive and ready for whatever he is. He can’t get enough of you.

“Play with yourself.” He directs with tongue wetting his bottom lip and grip drawing back up his length. The sight alone with the combination of his words has you sucking in a breath. Mouth curling in as your knees lift closer towards your chest with thighs widening, hand slipping off the table to run down your stomach.

Teasingly you let your touch run down your bikini area running over your clothed lips. Pleasant hum trailing from your throat as your neck rolls slowly, your finger drawing back up your pussy with eyes lowering at the sensation running through.

“C’mon baby,” Harry eggs on, his thighs sounding against the couch as he shifts forward, his hand gripping your upper thighs and pulling you towards him so roughly that the table moves. The actions have you giggling with head slouching to the side, eyes rolling playfully as you feel his touch roam up your waist.

“Play with your pussy for me.” He orders once more with touch pulling your panties down your legs.

The warm air hits your throbbing core happily making you sigh with comfort. Still a grin spreads across your features as you lean up on your elbow and watch Harry take his place once more. Hand seeping back between your legs to draw fingers down your soaking pussy that begs for attention.

“Yeah, just like that.” Harry breathes, back relaxing into the couch and grip dragging back down his cock.

Those words are so simple yet have your stomach erupt with butterflies, loving such attention spreads your hips wider displaying your middle finger rubbing circles along your clit, soft moan falling from your lips as you see Harry relax further into the couch.

He has seen every single inch of your naked skin but laying here in this position touching yourself in front of him, this was on a whole other level, especially with him sitting across from you doing the same thing. It doesn’t take you long to fall into the intoxicating feeling flowing. Such smooth rhythmic motions pleasuring your pussy making your mouth hang open, heat coursing through your bloodstream at an alarming paste with the way your heart is hammering in your chest. From your own touch to Harry’s hungry gaze, you’re drunk off such emotions.

“Mmm…” You hum in satisfaction, head swaying to the other side as you dip your finger into your pussy. “I feel so tight Mr. Styles.”

Words easily having Harry groan in his seat as he watches closely to the way your juices collect along the ridges of your finger from each stroke pleasing yourself. Sweet nectar shining in the light making his grip tighten amongst the sofa, bicep flexing and thumb running over the slit of his cock bubbling with precum.

Even though he was the one to set up this plan of having you touch yourself in front of him, he didn’t think it would be this tempting. He wants to feel you wrapped around him, all warm and wet. He wants to feel your skin, nice and soft. And he wants to smell your scent all over him while being burrowed in your deepest parts. He’s absolutely feening for you and all that you do.

“Just want you to fill me up,” You continue with lashes batting slowly from the way your knuckle collects with wetness. “Don’t you want that, Mr. Styles.” Lips parting even more as you curl your finger to replicate what he does when having his finger inside you, but because of such difference in length it leaves you whining in your throat.

“Fuck…” You moan in frustration. Head rolling back, eyes closing, and nostrils flaring as your finger leaves your pussy to draw back down your folds. Overwhelming arousal drips out of your punctured hole as your touch collects it to run along your clit once more.

Harry watches everything; the way your breasts bounce subtly, brows push together in frustration with pussy glistening. He’s so hungry for you and it’s just killing him inside watching you and knowing that this what you were doing on the other side of the phone, that the way you're pleasuring yourself right now is what you were doing while he was sitting in front of business executives.

He’s so greedy and for all good reasons. You’re the light of his life, the joy during his boring days that everything you do easily has him ready to pounce on you, but instead his arm tears away from the cushions to let his teeth bite into the back of his hand to control himself.

“Mm.. I want you to touch me, Mr. Styles. Please?” You whine again with head sloshing and pout spreading amongst your lips. The sensitivity roaming has your thighs shudder at the slow motion drawing across your clit.

“I’d love to, baby…” Harry sighs with touch sliding down his cock steadily. “But I love watching you play with yourself.”

Words make your nostrils flare with view locked on him jerking off and surveying you with so much hunger that you’re surprised he wants you to continue your actions. So surprised that the annoyed huff that passes through your lips is noticeable to him, causing his face to light up with amusement.

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier.” He comments with grip twisting himself upwards that makes him hiss at the feel. The sound alone has your brows furrow and head lean back to look towards the ceiling with aggravation.

“No, it wasn’t like that.” You say shaking your head pitifully at the teasing taking place as if you’re not dying to have him fuck your brains out.

“Oh, it wasn’t?”

“No.”

“How was it then?”

Another huff leaves your nose as your head cranes forward to see the charming smile of your boyfriend enjoying the view of his torment. You roll your eyes playfully at the same time your foot extends to run on top of his knee. Sight watching closely the way he deeply inhales with view panning over your devious actions toying with him.

“I just wanted you to know… what I was doing…” Finger running back down the expanse of your pussy as you look at him with flirty eyes. As much as you hate the constant needling of Harry’s character it’s hard to deny how much it draws you both together.

“But I never told you to do that.” Harry counters with sight staring longingly at you plunging your finger back in. A deep breath leaving him as his gaze goes back to your alluring face.

“Harry…” Drawing out his name pouting and purposely fluttering your lashes as your feet continue to roam up his thigh.

“Still calling me that?” His smile fading as he sits up on the couch, chest leaning towards you and licking his lips.

“Ugh, Mr. Styles.” Moaning dramatically as your shoulders slouch a bit. The game being played is beginning to grow tiresome and honestly you’ll do anything for him to just take you then and there. “You’re making this so difficult for me.” Toe running back down the expanse to sway his knee. The happy glint in your eye is what has Harry feening, his body moving closer towards you as he continues to rub himself.

As much as he should be harsher on you for not saying his dominant name, he lets you get away with it because hearing you whine and whimper his actual one turns him on more than anything at this moment. He hasn’t heard you call his name in so long and just hearing it falling from your lips has his heart singing a different tune.

“I am?” Harry remarks, smirk tugging across his features as you nod your head with your own grin widening.

“Yes, I just want you to fuck me.” Huffing with finger pulling out to thrust back in once again. Creamy velvet walls accept the skinny finger effortlessly as nostrils flare in annoyance. The position you’re propped up in is incredibly sexy; neck on display, pussy slick and mouth dropped open saying the most promiscuous of things. It makes Harry lean off the couch completely, his hand leaving his cock to collect your thigh and position you further down the table.

“Use me.” Sight flickering between his hand collecting his cock to gaze connecting where your touch slips out of your pussy and greets him rubbing between your lips.

“Play with me, just how you like.” Voice wavering as your mouth wobbles open to expel another whine of frustration when the crown of him runs over your clit.

“Want you you to treat me like your toy.” Brow arching as your head leans forward watching the way he heavily inhales.

“I can do whatever you want and more, baby.” Harry responds with breath falling across your cupid bows as his hips draw back to slowly run down your soaked pussy, such sensual actions has your knees move closer towards his tantalizing hips with an obvious shiver racking through, he laughs lightly at the reaction he has over you.

“Please?” Shoulders slink back as his chest becomes parallel with yours, lips catching onto each other and spine carefully balancing you on the table as you whisper pathetically. “Please?” Asking again, all quiet and sweet just how he likes as he leans back and his head dips shallowly in your fingered hole. Lashes flutter deliciously at the sensation roaming as the pads of your fingers feel over wet skin that glistens with moisture. “Please?” Voice cracked and barely audible as your mouth falls open in awe of Harry’s cock spreading you out just the way you like.

The tight feel of your soiled walls expand around him as he thrust into your pussy, it has Harry moan heavenly along your lips. Emotions high off the sensations you provide that it makes his head sway, nose brushing along your temple with breath floating along your cheek; the feeling enveloping him is as if a long forgotten addiction, one that he doesn't want to quit again, not when it’s like this.

His neck rotates allowing wet kisses to float along your skin, his eyes rolling arousingly as his hips sink into yours. The snug fit that encases him allows a hearty grunt to vibrate through his chest to float amongst yours is a reminder that you both hold together like a puzzle piece, the perfect fit that has both of you pleased at the euphoric tingle raking through.

“Fuck Harry.” Your hand slipping away from between your legs to feel along his biceps. Head leaning back and sight blurry with the amount of arousal coursing through.

“I missed your pussy so much.” He moans into your ear so heavenly that your stomach drops. He knows just what to say to have your mind in the gutter and your pussy a sobbing mess.

Creamy discharge cascades along throbbing veins, crown breaching your hole before plunging back in allowing your folds to stretch and accept the thick cock of Harry. It has you crying out pitifully with nails digging into skin and toes tangling together, he only just entered and you’re already delirious.

His strokes, his touch, his breath fanning across your skin as he fucks you into the table has your mind reeling and waist twitching. The hand balancing yourself against the table runs along the wings of his back, touch trailing from the wide muscle spread to collect his neck and direct his attention back to your mouth.

Tongues twist and tangle together, spit echoing in the space as dedicated thrusts continue to pleasure the aching depths of your body only consumed of Harry. All those nights left alone and mornings greeted with disheveled covers, it all ignites the passion that has you both sloppily moaning into the kiss, rushing as if your time apart is still so sparse.

“I love your cock.” You can’t help but confess, fingers feeling over his chin as you moan against his lips.

“Mhmm…” Harry hums with eyes low and chest shining with sweat. His hands nestled by your thighs holding you there tightens as his thrusts begin to pick up. “Keep going baby, tell me more.” Taunting against your lips while his sight continues to look over your body jerking up the table.

“Feels so good inside me.” You moan, eyes peering up at him all doe as your nails scratch up his skin.

“Alway fuck me so good sir.” Blinking at him as head bobs with each assault, spine curving even further into his chest as your mouth parts letting a moan escape.

“God, I missed you so much.” You mumble drunk off the emotions trickling up your spine. Harry knows just how to fuck you; slow, deep, and rough. It’s like the first time he slipped in and already could tell how you wanted to be treated, how he knew just by the look in your eye to the moan falling from your lips, he knew.

“That’s right baby,” Harry hums adored by the words slipping into the air. He watches your view fall to where you both link, his teeth revealing themselves as he bites his lip and releases one of his hands to hold your neck, such excessive force being brought to have you look at your pussy being filled up.

“Watch me while I fuck you,” He says while rocking his hips and tighting his grip around your skin. The delicious moan that flows out of your throat makes his heart grow warm and pelvis stutter in pleasure at the erotic sound.

And you do exactly what’s told, you watch his cock glimmer in the soft light as he pulls out just to slide back in effortlessly on repeat. Muscled limps flexing with each stroke, calves clenching around his thighs as you fall into the pulsating rhythm. There was only so much longer you could endure Harry fucking you like this before you become every emotion running through.

One hand drags down his arm while the other feels along his fingers holding down your body, touch linking on top of him as a gasp draws from your lips not only feeling the heavy thickness of him filling you up completely but watching his waist sink against yours. Discharge lying in every crevice of your pussy as he plunges in enticingly each time as your mind spins at such a lewd sight.

“You’re so pretty… letting me fuck you like this…”

Voice heard over head as you continue to watch him fuck you relentlessly. Butterfly tattoo glistening, thighs outstretched accepting every thrust as your stomach quivers at the words floating into the air. Your neck twists uncomfortably in his hold with eyes straining as you look between his cock and him.

Unruly curls push back, forest vision dark and unsettling as he continuously attacks your pussy. Breathless grunts floating along your forehead, his grip tightens even more watching you fight to keep your sight on him. The view of you enthralled by such pleasure has his body cower deeper into yours.

“Fuck.” Harry moans, his head tilting to the side as he feels you twitch around him. That feeling alone prepares him for the introduction of your climax.

Plump lips drop open, nails digging into his knuckles as your toes curl and mouth elects delicious moans to trail out of your throat.

“Mr. Styles… I’m gonna…” Not even able to finish your sentence as your pelvic clenches and releases uncontrollably. Eyes blinking slowly overcoming with uncontrollable shocks raking through your body as sight is still caught on his cock fucking you to the point your thighs shake against his hold.

“Yeah, baby. I know you’re comin,” Harry murmurs, hand releasing from your neck to hold you up and lean down to watch arousal sweep across your face. “Feel so good.” He eggs on as squirms begin to flutter along your walls and have his hips stuttering once more. From the tightness wrapped around him to the feeling of your orgasm vibrating throughout, Harry can’t help but lean down and capture your lips which only has you shivering even more. The signature taste of him to the lightning ticking up your spine, you’re not able to control yourself only allowing Harry’s touch keeps your body held down as if nothing, continuing to fuck you through your high.

The pinching euphoric feeling punctures every emotion consumed by him. Ears ringing, knees buckling against hips with toes curling into each other letting your climax ring through and leave your body numb.

“Look baby,” Harry whispers, his chest pulling away to see where you both meet to look at how much your arousal has spread between two bodies. “So pretty for me.” He continues as his strokes calm down and allows you to regain your breath, his sight watching over you heavily as you begin to relax.

“Mmm Mr. Styles,” You hum incoherent as you watch your juices flow along the erect skin of him as he thrusts back in. “Always fuck me so good.” You mumble before your sight is staring back up at him with lip between your teeth.

Harry can’t help but sigh pleasantly at your words, his sight flickering between your glistening pussy and needy eyes, he leans down once more. Bruised flesh linking together to exchange in a sloppy kiss fueled by the stuttering squirms that remind him how much pleasure he brings you. How the words you just breathed correlate to your pussy throbbing around him.

Tongues link messily as touch roams loosely amongst bodies in the room driven by the burning passion that brews within this relationship. Both of you feeling over each other as if starved by one's presence, lips sucking as if greedy to the way you taste amongst each other, moans and whimpers mix between muscles roaming and teeth nipping at skin, the emotions expelling only further intensify the love.

“Harry,” You breathe with eyes peeling open and fingers dragging down clammy red streaked skin. “I wanna ride you.”

Words fanning across his lips softly as he nods once; touch dragging over your thighs to carefully pull out and let his grip tighten around your waist. He effortlessly picks you up at the same time making a giggle fall from your lips at the rough movements. Arms link around his shoulders as he sits back on the couch, your knees on either side of him with pussy directly parallel to his dick. One hand pulling away from him to slip between both bodies to grip his length direct him back in.

“I love the way you fill me up.” Nose pressed against his watching the way his eyes sparkle from your compliment to your walls seeping around him once more. “Fill me up so good baby.” Buttering him up with compliments as your hips press amongst his waist completely sink down on him before sore thighs rise up carefully to let your hips circle back down.

“Don’t you like how I feel, Mr. Styles.” You continue, gaze roaming over his physique lying amongst the couch examining your moving body that sends ripples of pleasure through him. His arm rests along the frame as the other roams from your hips to your thighs, caressing the soft skin before he’s helping your sinful movements by holding down your calf.

“Mm, sir?” Asking while pecking his lips sweetly before letting it flow down the expanse of his neck. Baccarat Rouge flooding your nose as flesh presses wetly into his skin, body still moving seductively as low moans escape along your back. You know he loves how you feel, but it sparks something deeper within when you hear his quiet groans replaced for an answer.

It’s why your hips continue to swivel and pick up in paste, your hands leaving their respective spots to lightly drag across his skin to meet them by his broad shoulders. Just the feel of the tough muscles under his skin and scent cocooning around, it has you whimpering into him, your head leaning back towards his mouth.

Delicate kisses press against his lips and suck every grunt and moan that falls into the space. Every touch and motion is dedicated to pleasing him with waist never stopping its tantalizing movements. Thick cock stretching you out, crown tagging your cervix with each descent having thighs sound together; you’re in heaven at such emotions.

“Fuck, baby.” Harry groans, his hand leaving your calf to place a harsh smack amongst your ass. “Keep doing that.” Touch falling to your hips and guiding your circling ones that makes his head knock back into the frame.

His long lashes add a shadow amongst his under eyes as they close blissfully in a trance over your pussy and how you work him amazingly. He’s never experienced something like this before; such enchanting movements gracing his cock as if it took little work, as if it’s so easy to have him obsessed with all that you do.

“I love you, baby.” He moans with head leaning forward and sight opening back up to see your sweaty skin and alluring hips. “Fuck, I love you so much.” His hand along the couch leaving to take your hip in his hold.

And to that you’re beaming at his words, a flirty smile toying at the ends of your lips as you continue to caress the skin of his shoulders.

“I love you too.” You respond sincerely, but that proclamation doesn’t register for Harry as his eyes roll and grip tightens even more against your skin. Having your pussy encase him all wet and tight. He’s trying to control himself, he really is, but the way you smell, taste, feel. He’s going crazy.

His hand leaves your backside and grips the other side of your waist, touch controlling your movements from rushed circles to calm and controlled ones that makes another moan leave him.

“Yeah, you like my pussy sir?” Voice seductive as you lean back and let your fingers trail along the couch cushions. “Like the way I feel?” Stomach filling with butterflies as you see his head sway and an audible whisper trail out. “Huh, Mr. Styles? You like the way I ride your cock?” Taunting him even more to the point his grip continues to clench and unclench around your hips only telling you that he’s about to do.

Breath fanning across his face as your eyes grow heavy to the way he’s manipulating your motions.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan, eyes closing as he directs you to trail up the expanse of his dick until his head escapes before letting your hips drop back and take him. “Mm… I want you to fill me up, sir.”

Slow motions sway your head into the crane of his neck as your fingers curl into the metal frame of the couch. You weren’t in control of your movements anymore, it was all Harry. His biceps flexing as he lefts you up as if nothing, as if getting a good workout in as he plays with his toy. It was incredibly hot how he can just toss you around with little effort, how you really are just his doll whenever needed.

Gentle kisses roam down the expense of him as pitiful whines leave your throat. Your walls flexing repetitively as Harry plunges back in each time dragging out higher pitched moans. You’re crying into his neck pent up with so many sensations but can do very little because of his grip over your body.

“Want you to come in me baby, fill me up… please?” Whispering sweetly in the clammy space as your eyes flutter slowly, body continuing to follow his heavy motions. “Mr. Styles.” Muttering against his skin as your feet slip amongst the couch only adding more noise in the passionate atmosphere.

And it’s as if the crack in your tone sends him over the edge; his thighs still against yours as touch halts and milky seed spills into your pussy. It’s warm and heavy, swishing lucidly throughout the snug fit as you begin to circle your hips against him.

“Fuck…” Harry draws out with head leaning back and touch rubbing your skin along his palms. A simple gesture so small and reassuring that you’re floating your love across his jaw to below his chin.

“I love you.” You breathe against his skin as you feel the premature growth of stubble gracing across your lips reminding you of how much you’ve missed him. “And I love the way you fill me up.”

Waist shallowy continues their alluring position as Harry neck rolls and hands trail away from your hips to grab your ass. Fingers drawing away from the couch frame and collecting his neck to hold. Without a second thought your lips are slipping onto his and moaning happily at the taste.

You want to bask in this moment forever the way his touch floats across your skin to his breath fanning along your cupids bow. It was the most precious thing and you just want it to last forever.

“Baby,” You sigh against his lips as your waist completely stops. Harry hums in response at the same time his head leans forward to dot more kisses against you.

“Let’s clean ourselves up. Hmm… doesn’t that sound nice?” You ask as your nails gently scratch the skin behind his neck.

“Anything you want, princess.” Harry mumbles with eyes still closed and grip still eagerly feeling over feverish skin.

And that’s how the night ends; bodies cleaning up after yourselves before reheating the forgotten meal in the dining room. You both sat on the couch and lied across each other appreciating the other's presence unknown when it’ll ever be like this again.

[honeychamomile1]

Is It Pretty?

JJ Maybank x ex!fem!reader

Summary: Reader is experiencing a break up with JJ, but things stir when Pope gets involved.

Warnings: Crying, break up, mention of calling a girl hot (don’t know if that’s considered a warning but okay), JJ drinks beer, mention of glass shattering but it doesn’t actually happen, slight anger issues? I don’t know anything else, but let me know if anyone sees anything worth warning about! (Please be nice about it though)

Note: This is part to of “Ain’t Pretty” but definitely can be read separate, but there is a small mention in here about part one that might be confusing but it’s not that bad at all.

Let me know if y’all want more

“Did you talk to him?”

The question hung in the air, and the girl didn’t respond, picking at the pillow’s strings she had on her lap. She was at John B’s house, the sun’s rays shining brightly through the window, making her have to move her head so she wasn’t blinded.

“Mhm?” She said just then, meeting Pope’s eyes. His brown eyes shined with concern for her, pursing his lips when she acted like she didn’t hear him. “I said, did you talk to him?”

The same question floated around her, daring her to answer. She shook her head. “No.”

Pope sighed, changing positions on the couch he was sitting on. She chose the arm chair, almost coincidentally farthest away from him.

She didn’t want his pity. His touches of attempted comfort. She didn’t want any of it, and sitting far away from him during the conversation was the only way to avoid those things.

It seemed like he respected her decision, not applying much objections of her actions, but that didn’t prevent from him asking many questions on what happened.

“Why not?” He asked just then.

She sighed. “I don’t know.”

Pope once again sighed, huffing air out of his nose, displaying his annoyance.

She uncrossed her arms, throwing them in the air, feeling a burst of irritation towards his irritation.

“Look, Pope, I don’t know what you want me to do, okay? If someone broke up with you, you’d not want to talk to them either.”

Her friend then put his hands up in defense. “Alright, you’re right. But all I’m saying is that you should talk to him.”

She swallowed, now looking back down at the reminder that she should communicate with her past lover.

“Why would I do that? I bet he doesn’t want to.”

Pope put his legs up on the couch, crossing his ankles. “Trust me, I bet he does.”

This time she looked at him, an unsure expression laid out on her features. “Have you talked to him and he said that?”

Pope pursed his lips at her catching him, looking down at his lap. “Well, no, but-”

“Then I’m not talking to him. That’s that.” She exasperated, moving the pillow off her lap and standing up, making her way to the door. Pope rolled off the couch, standing up quickly and trying to catch up with her.

“Wait, just because I didn’t talk to him doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“Why would he want to?!” She suddenly shouted, suddenly turning around and taking him by surprise. Pope flinched at her tone, but she was too busy throwing her hands in a way to get her point across to notice.

“Why would I want to, Pope?” She asked, her voice cracking slightly as it decreased in volume all of a sudden.

Pope looked at her. He wasn’t planning on answering the question, he just looked at her, her eyes glossed over in tears that he knew she didn’t want to be there.

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” She whispered, eyes fluttering and that’s all it took for the water works to travel down her cheeks.

“Woah, come here.” He urged, arm already reaching for her. She pushed him away, her hand swatting his attempt of comfort aside.

“No, I don’t want your pity.” She spat, trying to look like she could handle herself, like she could comfort herself, but Pope could tell that the tears in her eyes that were forming and continuously flowing were practically begging for help from the burning sensation in her chest, desperately wanting her lover back.

“Hey,” he said comfortingly, swinging his arm over her shoulder and bringing her close to his chest, tears instantly wetting his shirt.

“I miss him, Pope.” She cried, voice muffled in his clothing. “I can’t live like this.”

He hushed her, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. “Shh, it’s okay.”

His chest hurt for his friend, knowing she was hurting and knowing who would only be able to fix it all.

“I’ll talk to him, I promise.” He spoke, now rubbing the ends of her hair.

She nodded, wiping her nose with her finger.

“Want me to make you tea?” He offered, pulling away. His finger fixed the sleeve of her t-shirt, the fabric wrinkled from their previous affections.

She smiled softly. “That sounds nice.”

Sarah

“How is she?” I asked, feeling a grimace on my face. Pope sighed, showing me that she wasn’t doing so good.

“She was crying,” he explained, looking lost in thought and concerned. “and saying she missed him; I think we all do.”

I know what he meant by that, the fact that we miss JJ, because it’s true. We missed the way they were together, the smiles that shined brighter than any of us could make. No one could make her smile the way JJ did.

I nodded, feeling my own empathy forming in my chest. “I don’t even know what ruined it all.”

Pope sat down on the couch after closing the door behind him, adjusting the cap on his head. He shrugged with one shoulder. “I don’t know either- could’ve been him in the wrong state of mind.”

I made a face that displayed an expression that what he said could be a possible solution, but I couldn’t help but think someone else might’ve produced a misunderstanding between the two. “Maybe a miscommunication issue.” I suggested.

Pope sat up straighter, rubbing his hands together, arms resting on his thighs. “Maybe, I don’t know. But I told her that I was gonna talk to him.”

I raised my eyebrow. “About what? Pope, the last thing we want is to interfere.”

He dismissed my point. “I’m not invading on their personal things, I just told her I would talk to him, maybe suggest for him to talk to her.”

I gave him a look. “Pope…”

“I made my decision. I’m talking to him tomorrow when he comes over. I asked him to hang out with John B and I.”

“With John B there? Isn’t that a lot of pressure?” I asked, a deep furrow in my brows.

He shook his head, an expression on his face that told me that the answer was obviously no. “‘Course not; when I’m alone with him or something. Before John B arrives.”

I nodded, more satisfied with the plan than before, but still hesitant. “Be careful though, the last thing I want is an even bigger problem to form.”

“It’s gonna be fine, promise.” He assured, a smile to go with it.

I smiled back besides the amount of effort it took, the girl who’s like a sister to me lingering in my mind, the image of tears rolling down her face making my chest burn.

Pope

“Hey man, thanks for coming over.” I smiled, patting JJ’s back as he walked in, closing the door after him.

Maybank smiled lightly, making his way over to the fridge for some beer. He popped the cap open, pressing the chilled glass rim to his lips.

I pursed my own, anxiety stirring in my stomach. I obviously didn’t want to start the topic right away, but I didn’t come up with a way to ease into it.

“Where’s John B?” He questioned, a furrow in his brow.

“He said he was running late, got caught up with Sarah.”

He nodded, taking another swig of beer. “Well, tell me when he gets here.” He requested, walking over to the couch and plopping down on his stomach after setting his beer on the side table.

I felt a confused expression come over my features. “Why?”

He smirked, looking over at me from a side angle the best he could. A whistle then escaped his lips. “Dude, I saw a steaming hot girl on my way here, have to tell someone, right?”

My mind fogged up right then, his chuckle drowned out of my ears. The flash of her wet face and swollen eyes went through my mind, and my chest grew with irritation.

“What?” I found myself saying, the anger only growing from there. JJ chuckled again, looking over at me as he sat up.

“I said I saw a hot girl- you should’ve seen her.” He said, whistling again.

I felt the tips of my ears get hot, my nose twitching.

“JJ, you do know that you broke up with her not that long ago, right?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady but there was irritation mixed in my tone.

He nodded, easily shrugging it off though. “Yeah? So? I’m a free man, now Pope.”

“Yeah, and I was just with her, and she was crying.” I instantly say back, my hand laying down in the air after each word to get them through his stupid brain.

His eyes flashed with something, I couldn’t tell what, but it looked like concern and worry.

I knew he still cared. And I wasn’t gonna sit around and deal with him pretending he doesn’t.

It lasted for just a second before they hardened again.

“I know you still love her.” I blurted out, looking right at his face and watched as he tried to avoid my gaze. “Don’t even try to hide it.”

This wasn’t part of the plan I discussed with Sarah. She is gonna be disappointed that I may of caused something, but on the other hand I didn’t know how dumb he would be acting towards the whole thing. You can’t pretend you lost feelings for someone, just like that. So I wasn’t gonna play along with his act. Not at all.

Because I was done with the tears and the red eyes, the whimpers and the stories she’d tell me on what she did that night she went out. The call she tried to make, only for him to hang up on her like she was nothing. I wasn’t gonna deal with it, her pain, any longer because I knew she deserved better, she deserved happiness with him and I was gonna do something about it to make it happen instead of waiting around to see if it will on it’s own.

JJ then scoffed, the noise shaky, turning his head to avoid looking at me. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” I said. “And I’m not the only one who knows it too, we all do.”

“And who’s ‘we’ exactly?” He wondered seriously, a snapping vibration in his tone.

“All of us! John B, Sarah, Kie, me, everyone. Yet she doesn’t know it, because you made her believe you didn’t love her.”

“Because it’s true,” he said. “I don’t.”

“Liar.” I said instantly, pointing a finger at him like I was accusing him of doing something. And he kind of did do something. He was hiding his feelings towards the broken girl like he had to, like the concept of hurting her meant nothing.

“You don’t know that.” He then said again, and I then knew that it was confirmed he was pretending. He didn’t have any other exclamations, and his eyes kept avoiding mine.

He loves her.

So why did he break her?

The silence that filled the room was telling us both the unspoken truth. The truth about JJ’s feelings that never died, even though they seemed to. But it didn’t tell me why, and I was curious, but it felt like I’ve already dug deep enough into his chest I felt like I shouldn’t go further. So I didn’t. But what I did do was live with the truth yet have to not tell her, his flower, for that was his job.

So the tears and red eyes was something I have do deal with, even though I knew they wouldn’t be there in the first place if he had just talked to her.

[star-light-imagines]

Okay okay hear me out. Time traveling children. Like Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Tamaki casually finding their daughters in their timeline. Like they look at the girls and are just dumbfounded cause "this girl looks like my love child with y/n". And god forbid if the kid slips a "daddy?!" at them. *they all have daughters and todo has twin daughters and you cant change my mind *

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Todoroki for sure has twin daughters! I absolutely love this request by the way!

Daddy?

𓆩⟡𓆪 Includes- shoto todoroki , tenya Iida , hitoshi shinsou , tamaki amajiki x reader. major fluff! surprised/flustered boys!

𓆩⟡𓆪 Warnings- gn! reader. bakugo cussing. slightly implied mature content. making out. kissing. cuddling.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Word Count- 13,565

Part II |

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The winter wind buzzed around the students as they lingered in anticipation of the next match. Class A & B were focused , each group strategizing amongst themselves to prepare for their turn to showcase their progress as heroes.

BANG!

Ground Gamma shook below their feet and the air crackled in the silence that followed the deafening explosion.

Eyes darted fiercely around their environment , students and teachers preparing for another attack on the school as they searched for the cause of the disturbance.

"HA! HAH! Very funny 'rage monster' , What? You can't wait for your match to start before you start blowing things up?" Monoma yelled slyly while he looked around looking for Bakugo.

A deep grunt brought everyone's attention towards the explosive blonde who was off in the distance , already getting a head start to find the villain.

"Are you stupid?! That wasn't my explosion, you 'copy/paste leech'!"

Everyone started to rush after Bakugo and into Ground Gamma prepared to fight off the unknown villain.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

They stopped in front of the slowly dissipating thick pink fog that hid whoever was inside. Aizawa's hair floated above his shoulders as he adjusted his eyes, trying to make out the small figure coming into sight.

Suddenly the fog disappeared, revealing.....

"What the Hell?!" Bakugo screamed trying to grasp the situation.

"Don't cuss there are children here!" Iida Immediately scolded in response.

"Obviously there are children here 'four eyes'! My question is, why?!" he angrily states, annoyed.

Shoto Todoroki:

Two five year old girls stood there clutching at each other's hands in fear as tears rolled down their round cheeks.

Surprised. At the sight of the girls, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation. Shoto took another glance towards the twins that were now being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight.

The twins' hair was even split between two colors, one girl had white on her right side and y/h/c on the left and dark gray eyes. While the other girl had y/h/c on the right and crimson red on left and bright turquoise eyes. Their identical noses scrunched up cutely as they tried to calm down, just like yours. The smile that lit up their faces as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, and the way they both excitedly squealed was a picture perfect copy of yours.

Izuku was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Todoroki, you don't have younger siblings do you?" he timidly asked.

Shoto was still too surprised to answer coherently. Instead he had shook his head 'no' before he glanced your way, Izuku's eyes following suit.

You and Ochaco had been gushing over the twins cuteness, you paused for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and waved happily.

"Those girls look exactly like what I imagine y/n & I's would." he whispered under his breath, Izuku being the only one who could hear.

Shoto still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Ecstatic. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful squeal filled the air. One of the girls had managed to see you among the students, and ran as they happily squealed. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face now buried into your shoulder.

"Do you know these kids y/n?" Tsu questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back.

"Daddy!" The other girl screamed and ran straight to Shoto.

The girl in your arms stirred at the sound and looked for her sister, while your heart fluttered. Shoto's eyes were wide as they stared at the small girl now standing in front of him, her arms raised expectantly as she waited.

His cheeks burned with red heat, the train of thought completely stopped as his eyes glanced from the child to you. Even though he had assumptions, The title of "daddy." had caught him off guard and he was slow to recover.

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, eyes watering.

The shrill of joy waved through him once more, a quick ripple of small flames released before dissipating. The tips of his ears and neck now matched his bright crimson face as he leaned down and picked the girl up in his arms.

"Shoto and y/n have kids!?!?" Kaminari bellowed loudly.

Chaos erupted as Shoto walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you , mentally trying to process now having two daughters out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Shoto's free hand held yours. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. This isn't the first time you've held hands with your boyfriend, but in this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a family.

Aizawa managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories.

"There's obviously no point in continuing classes today while we investigate. I need to inform the principal, Iida, make sure the class acts accordingly." He states firmly with tired eyes.

Confused. After comforting the girls at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from them. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for the five year olds to understand. His amazement at your ability to be calm and collected in this situation made him confused, he hadn't been able to utter a single word since his brain short-circuited with the simple title acquirement of 'daddy'.

"My name is Yume!" The twin with white and y/h/c hair happily introduced herself to the students.

"And my name is Hikari!" the girl with red and y/h/c joined along.

Everyone gushed over the twins, as they quickly made friends with your classmates. Shoto sat on the couch next to you, gently placed your hand on his own. Both sets of eyes watched on as Yume & Hikari danced along to a song with Mina.

"Yume said a kid at school manifested his quirk and they got sent here." you stated while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Time travel is such a complex quirk for a five year old to have." His eyebrows furrowed at the thought.

Since it was another child who brought them here there was no way of knowing if and when they would return to the right timeline. Thoughts about how this could affect the future weighed down on his shoulders and he grimaced at the lack of information they possessed.

"I know it's sudden, but the most confused and worried out of all of us are those two. We should just try to make them feel safe as possible."

Your eyes locked with his in confidence and at the mere sight of it, a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Well of course, they are our daughters."

Shoto watched as a wide smile grew on your lips and a gentle laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with questions that desperately wanted answers, but he knew with you by his side everything would work itself out.

He was going to protect his daughters regardless of any threat.

Amazed. He watched you from afar, Izuku's rambles about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Yume and Hikari practically attached to each hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Amazement settled on his features, even when Hikari had gotten in your way or Yume had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Glided around the Hikari to grab ingredients. Grabbed Yume's hand and twirled her in another direction. One asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. The other gets impatient, you place a second cookie dough filled spoon in-front of her eyes as if you expected it. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

Shoto's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Yume held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Yume's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Loves, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Yume and Hikari beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The three of you had laughed at his response.

Panicked. He had barely caught the girls from falling off the coach, when Eri and them decided to use it as a makeshift trampoline. Their giggles continued as he safely placed them on the ground and tried to chastise them for their actions. When he saw the tiny feet slip and heads spiraling down, his mind raced and his body moved faster than he could think.

Adrenaline was still pumping as he tried to slow the fast beats of his heart. The panicked feeling faded and he returned to where he was sitting by Iida.

"Woah! Who knew you would be such a good father!" Mina exclaimed.

The comment stroked his pride as his eyes softened at the thought.

The giggles continued throughout the lounge area, the three girls happily playing any game that came to mind. Bakugo grunted in annoyance from his seat , glaring daggers into the back of Shoto's head.

Less than an hour had passed before the panic he buried away, rushed back into his heart at tenfold.

An intense game of 'your it' that some of his classmates joined in on, had ended when the twins ran face first into a wall. The girls had been running too fast and didn't have enough time to stop before the impact.

Shoto kneeled down, wiping the tears that rolled down their cheeks. He gently placed comforting pats on their heads as he examined the faces for injuries.

"Heh! Good job letting those idiots run into a wall! Looks like they took after y/n when it comes to being an airhead." Bakugo smirked with amusement.

The hands that were on the twin's cheeks stilled, his eyes went a shade darker in anger that he didn't show. The ice raced behind him at an alarming speed, Bakugo was captured in a thick sheet of ice. Silence filled the air as Shoto slowly stood and turned towards him, the cold glare ran shivers down Bakugo's spine more than the ice on his skin.

The girls took one look at Bakugo's slightly scared expression and their tears suddenly stopped as bubbly laughs filled the tense room.

Fulfilled. After two days passed since Yume & Hikari appeared, you had somehow convinced him into telling his father. Reluctant to do so even after agreeing, he sent one photo with no explanation.

The photo was one Izuku had taken the day before, the four of you were enjoying a picnic outside. Smiles on each of your faces as Shoto stared down lovingly at you, your eyes tilted up at him almost playfully. The girls smiled widely at the bubbles they had just created wands still clenched in their hands.

Immediately after he pressed send his phone erupted in calls from his father and texts that he chose to ignore, instead focusing on the girls picking flowers and handing them to you to make them flower crowns. His heart ached with love that only grew each moment he spent with his small little family.

"Did you talk to him already? That was fast." you questioned him as he returned to his seat next to you.

"There wasn't much to say."

"Suddenly revealing twin daughters 'wasn't much' to say?" your eyebrows furrowed cutely as you stared at him in disbelief.

He gently pressed a finger to your eyebrows , when you gasped.

"Shoto! you did not!" you hit his arm, breaking his thoughts.

"Hm?" he hummed.

"You did not just drop a baby bomb on your father without explaining it."

A sly smirk appeared on his face confirming your thoughts.

Aizawa interrupted the conversation with a sigh that made you gasp from the jump scare.

"Endeavor called to inform us he's on the way here. I was wondering about the urgency, but now it makes sense." he exclaims with a pointed glare at Shoto.

Depressed. That night after Endeavor had left, a faint pink mist started to form around the girls. You drew Shoto's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

His heart sank at their figure's being overtaken as the mist turned to a thick fog. He could no longer see their features and he desperately wanted to reach out and yank them into his arms. Shoto's arm rose slightly, face etched in sadness when you stopped him.

"I didn't get to say goodbye." sorrow filled his eyes as the fog faded, the twins no longer hiding within it.

"The future you is greeting them right now."

Silence settled between you as you embraced him in a hug, tightly holding on to him in hopes you could ease the loss.

"I thought when they went home I would be relieved they had returned safely, but I already miss having them around."

He held onto you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

Optimistic. The rest of that night was filled with needy cuddles in shoto's dorm. Sleep eventually took you both into a land filled with dreams of your future family and when the sun once again rose in the morning, Shoto felt more optimistic about his future than the previous night.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"Yes. It isn't goodbye forever, as soon as you get pregnant I'll see them again." A sly smirk played on his lips at your shocked expression.

You slap him hard on the chest as he laughed. "We aren't rushing anything!"

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｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Endeavor was so shocked at the photo he received that tears burst from eyes. The sight shocked Hawks into landing beside him and awkwardly consoling the number one hero with a pat on the back.

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong?!" his tears stop. "Nothing's wrong, it's good news! I'm a grandfather!" He states shoving the photo into hawks' vision.

"HA HA! That's amazing!"

"Shoto won't answer me back though, I have a feeling he wouldn't let me meet them if I asked."

"Why not just take a trip to the school to visit?"

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Shoto frowned at the sight of his father in the lounge, an equally deep frown staring back at him.

He was ready for his father to get angry and become violent at any moment, the air felt thick with the tension in the room.

"Where's my grandkids?" Endeavor asked after a few beats of silence.

"What?" he was shocked as no anger was radiating from the man in front of him .

Yume & Hikari peeked at the scene from the hallway and ran happily into the room at the sight of their grandfather. You had tried to chase after them, but it was of no use. You sent an apologetic smile Shoto's way knowing your boyfriend wanted to assess his reactions before allowing the girls to meet him.

"Grandpa!" The girls screamed jumping into his arms, as he shockingly held onto them his heart filling warm at the sight of the two girls.

"You know who I am?"

"Duh! We see you all the time!" Hikari replied sassily.

"Yeah! The last time we saw you we told you how we were gonna be big sisters." Yume giggled

"What?!" you choked out, surprised.

"Future you said we are going to have a baby brother soon!"

Endeavor cried happily with the girls in his arms as you struggled to breathe at the sudden information.

"You cried just like this too!" Hikari laughed happily.

Tenya Iida:

A six year old girl stood before them silently taking in her new surroundings.

Puzzled. At the sight of the girl, his nerves have calmed as he tried to understand the situation as it unraveled around them. The fact a young girl had greeted them instead of a villainous attack caused everyone to relax too quickly, he was hesitant to drop his guard completely. The thought of a villain deceiving them played out too well in his head to ignore the possibility.

The teachers visibly relaxed at the sight of the girl, they whispered amongst themselves quickly planning to address the situation. Tenya took another glance towards the girl , tears rolled down her cheeks while being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His eyes widened in recognition, while the deafening sound of his pounding heart echoed into his eardrums. He took in the girl's appearance, which became more familiar to him the more traits he saw. Tenya's mind raced through a million miles per minute, his body became stiff beside Izuku whose mumbled voice drifted farther away in his mind.

The girl's hair stopped just above her shoulders, the dark blue hue almost looked black in the light. Her eyes shined from the moisture of the tears, the unmistakable y/e/c irises reflected the worry she felt in the moment. The worry subsided when All Might reassured the girl who cried in his arms that she was not in trouble, and they were there to help her. Her relieved smile brightened up the room around her, identical to you. Your ear shape caught his eye as she tucked a strand of hair behind it, and before he had caught the most important detail Izuku ripped him from his thoughts.

Izuku's firm grip held his shoulders as he shook him slightly. He received a perplexed stare in return before he sighed in relief and released his shoulders.

Just as the girl's appearance pulled Tenya, Izuku had also noticed the unmistakable features.

"Iida, do you have a younger relative ?" he timidly asked, gesturing over to the girl's calves.

Tenya's gaze drifted back to the girl, the small engines barely noticeable on your calves. A quirk that ran throughout his family line for generations wasn't known to be seen in someone who wasn't directly related to the engine family.

"If I do, they haven't been introduced to the rest of the family."

Izuku's eyebrows furrowed in thought as Tenya's eyes searched for yours.

You and Momo had been talking about the sudden appearance of the girl, and how she reminded you of Iida. You paused in the middle of your sentence for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and happily sent a loving smile his way.

"From what I noticed the child has both y/n & I's traits, almost as if she is our love child." He whispered towards Izuku, assured that no-one else could hear the sensitive topic.

He turned towards you once again, his mind reeling from the thought's of a miracle love child formed between the two of you.

Flustered. The thoughts continued to plague his mind, the idea of a child, your child made his palms grow sweaty and the feeling of electricity shot through his joints. He pushed the thoughts aside for the moment, not expecting his dark blue eyes to directly meet smaller y/e/c eyes from across the room. The girl's eyes widened, her quirk taking effect with excitement as she ran towards instantly.

"Daddy!" The girl exclaimed when she had jumped into his arms, small hands clenched on to his shoulders.

Silence filled the air for a few seconds before the thunderous chaos ensued from the classmates.

"Someone as strait-laced as him is a teen father?!"

"They do say looks are deceiving."

"She does look almost exactly like him!"

The conversations swarmed his ears as he tried to answer the abundance of questions that were thrown at him. His throat felt constricted, the shock of the girl claiming him as her father rendering him speechless. Warmth spread through his face and down his neck, a deep shade of crimson taking hold while his pulse quickened beyond measure. The thought that he could very well faint raced through his mind as he tightened the hold around his daughter.

"HEY! SONIC KNOCKOFF! YOU GONNA EXPLAIN THIS SHIT?!" Bakugo roared with annoyance, ready to continue the matches.

Before he could respond to the explosive blonde, the girl in his arms turned to glare at the boy.

"You said a bad word! Are you even a hero? Hero's shouldn't say bad words, be better!" She scolded him with a stern expression.

During the chaos that ensued, you had made your way to him quickly finding your spot at his side. A reassuring hand reached out to grab his, as you rubbed comforting circles into the tense muscles.

"Everyone! Quiet!" Aizawa yelled with anger, his hair raising off his shoulders and eyes glowing blood red.

The girl in his arms stiffened at the sound and looked at her father with fear, he wordlessly rubbed her back in comfort. The once rowdy students followed the teachers order as everyone became stiff and looked at the pro hero.

"Classes are dismissed for the day as we investigate, return to the dormitories. Also, just to be clear. If you don't act accordingly and behave there will be consequences, understand Bakugo?" He glanced at the blonde who was frustrated at the fact the matches were now postponed.

A scoff angrily left the boy as the students dispersed from Ground Gamma and returned to the dormitories. Mina had eagerly walked over to the new found family, happily introducing herself to the young girl who was now walking in-between the couple clasping one of each parent.

"Hey sweetie! My name is Mina, what's yours?"

"Toshimi Iida." She replied happily.

Displeased. After returning to the dormitory, the tension and chaos from the unexpected child had settled. You introduced each of the classmates to Toshimi as she coaxed out information from her subtly. Laughter pulled his attention to where Izuku's fainted figure was on the floor and Ochaco's glowing crimson face as her stuttering increased. From what he gathered, when you lead the girl over to them Toshimi had joyfully addressed them as aunt and uncle. He watched as you kneeled towards the child and easily explained that she shouldn't reveal too much of the future to them in way the six year old would understand.

"I'm sorry." The girl apologized to the embarrassed couple with her head bowed.

"It's alright! Honestly!" Ochaco assured her face was still glowing with heat.

Everyone continued to gush over the girl, as she quickly made friends with your classmates. Tenya sat deep in thought on the couch, you gently placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly. The attention was captivated by Toshimi as she explained the events leading up to her arrival in the past.

"My daddy took me to visit his agency, but a bad guy showed up! Obviously daddy captured him!" She said with pride before continuing.

"I saw a marble fall from the villain when he got captured, so I picked it up and was going to bring it to my dad when it broke in my hands." Tears started to roll her cheeks as she remembered her father screaming and running towards her with an outstretched hand.

Y/n walked over to the girl and pulled her into a comforting hug, rocking slightly to help ease the tears.

"You are safe now, everything will be okay." you stated as your gaze traveled to your boyfriend, knowing the story had upset him as well.

A displeased frown formed on his lips, knitted eyebrows and stern eyes greeted you.

"I should have been faster and rescued her."

Your lips pouted at the confession, mind blanking on what to say in order to ease the frustration growing within him.

"That's something for the future Iida to worry about, don't you think? Instead you should just focus on her now, keep her happy and safe the way you would want her to be." Tokoyami calmly stated, back leaning against the wall where he stood.

Since it was a villain's quirk or tool that had brought her here there was no way of knowing how or when she would return to the future with the limited knowledge about the quirk. Obsessing over details wouldn't help nor change anything.

"Tokoyami... You're absolutely right."

Your eyes locked with him again as they now shined in confidence, the sight warmed your body and brought tears to your eyes.

"Y/n if you start crying then Toshimi will cry again too." He exclaimed, startled at your tears.

Tenya watched as you wiped your eyes and a heartfelt laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with self displeasure, but he shook them away knowing everything would be okay with you by his side.

He will just need to remember to train even harder when he has kids he noted to himself.

Amazed. He watched you from across the room, the discussion about the time travel quirk happening around him falling on deaf ears. Todoroki placed a hand on his shoulder to draw him from his thoughts for a moment.

"You okay?" He simply questioned.

"Of course."

His eyes wandered back over to you, Toshimi practically attached to your hip while you and some of your classmates sat comfortably watching the Disney movie. Amazement settled on his features, even though a child was sprung into your life you hadn't faltered in your love for the girl. You effortlessly care for her in a way that could only come natural to you.

Singing along with her to the songs that blasted through the tv speakers. Grabbing Toshimi's hand and twirling her around the room, once 'I've got a dream' started playing earning her a big smile. When the girl's tiny hand absentmindedly reached into an empty bowl of popcorn, you swiftly switched the bowl with a full one you prepared in advance. Your nimble hands braided her hair effortlessly when she asked upon seeing Rapunzel's braid, you laughed lightly at the girl's excitement upon seeing your hard work.

You are amazing.

Tenya's thoughts were interrupted when a tiny hand tugged at him. Toshimi stood before him, cheerful eyes gazed at him while tugging at the hand she held in hers. His smile beamed down at her as he gripped her hand lightly.

Shoto's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Yume held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Yume's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"Yes Toshimi?" he asked sweetly.

"Daddy, the important part is coming! Come watch it with us!" She beams.

His ears burned red with heat as his face quickly flushed at the request. His stunned eyes looked towards the coach where you sat, laughing silently as you watched him.

Tenya let his daughter lead him over to the coach where he sat beside you, the girl deciding to sit in his lap as you lean your head on his shoulder.

I could get used to this.

Overwhelmed. He had just chased her around outside in a game of tag, before finally catching the girl and pulling her into his arms. Her giggles echoed in the air as he twirled her in a circle before lowering her back down to the ground.

The girl tapped his leg, yelling a quick "you're it!" as she ran away from him once again. Her laughter reached his ears as he watched her run carefree around, swiveling around the trees.

"Woah! She has a lot of energy!" Izuku exclaimed breathlessly from behind him. Two hours of continuous running wore down his green haired friend.

The abundance of energy wasn't surprising to him, given she shared his engine quirk. He remembered how energetic he was at her age, often chasing his older brother Tensai around for hours. He pushed the thought away as he plunged into action again, not using his quirk in order for the girl to run happily as long as she wanted.

A few hours had passed and Tenya had only returned to the dormitory thirty minutes ago with his daughter in hand. However, the girl bounced on the balls of her feet before running around the building chasing down Kirishima and Tokoyami in a new game of tag.

He let out a tired sigh as he leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed from exhaustion. No matter how much energy he had as a kid, his daughter's endurance outmatched his by tenfold.

"She wore you out already?" you laughed, gentle hands reached out and fixed his tousled hair.

"The level of energy she possesses is overwhelming. Even when I was her age I would eventually get tired, but she just keeps going."

You sat beside him, a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of a young Tenya playing so much that he exhausted himself. A laugh escaped you , forcing his eyes open as he looked at you questioningly.

"I probably should have told you that when I was a kid I had so much energy I was practically bouncing off the walls. It might have stopped you from suggesting a game of tag." You laughed remembering how tired your parents often were in your younger years.

"It seems yours plus mine resulted in the world's most energetic future hero." He says happily, still reeling from the exhaustion that weighed on his body.

A crash from the floor above echoed to their ears, a grimace formed on both of your faces as you knew it had to involve your daughter. He stood quickly ignoring his already sore muscles as he made his way towards the sound.

"We should probably enlist Hagakure's help. if she places hide and seek with her it will eventually wear her out." You explained to him.

He looked at you as a laugh escaped him, before he reached over and pulled you into a hug. You had so simply come up with a solution that had left him feeling powerless. He couldn't have chosen a more perfect person to have a family with.

Thankful. After two days passed since Toshimi's appearance, the three of you were settled into a routine. He would wake her up and pass her along to you while he prepared breakfast. You would cook dinner while he entertained her with board games. You would tuck her into bed at night while he read her to sleep.

A sudden frown replaced the smile that graced her face a moment before. Tenya stiffened at the sight, quickly trying to piece together the cause for the sudden change.

"What's wrong princess?" he asked delicately, patting her head.

You shifted near the bed with your knees on the floor, laying a comforting hand over your daughters.

"I miss home, and my friends and Takashi."

"Takashi?" Tenya questioned.

"Big brother." She pouted.

Guilt ran through him, his thoughts from the other day rushing back into his mind. He inwardly cursed his future-self for not paying enough attention to her at that moment, for not being fast enough to rescue her.

You noticed the conflicted feelings wash over your boyfriend's face, as your eyes drifted back towards your daughter a pout still settled on her lips. You hummed in thought before finding the right words to comfort the little girl.

"Toshimi, who do you think the best hero is?" you hummed.

"Daddy!"

"Exactly! And the best hero is definitely going to bring you back home. There's no need to worry, okay? I promise everything will be just fine."

You pressed your lips to her temple for a goodnight kiss, your hand squeezed her gently to reassure her. When you had pulled back from your daughter you noticed that Tenya's face had relaxed at your words as well, and you happily leaned over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

The girl's eyes closed as she quickly drifted off to sleep, leaving her parents in the silence of the room. His gaze never left yours , wordlessly stunned by how you handled the situation better than he could have.

"You really believe in me that much?" his eyes softened as a small blush formed on his cheeks.

"Of course I do."

"I'm so thankful to have you with me y/n."

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your soft lips, making your heart beat faster and you breathe catch in your throat. The kiss was warm and loving, filled with every ounce of affection he held for you , showing just truly thankful he was to be by your side. He left you breathless and wanting more when he pulled away.

Satisfied. That night you camped on the floor of his room, letting your daughter keep the bed to herself. You were both settled in the sleeping bags, your eyelids grow heavy as you started to drift off to sleep. He watched your sleeping figure and felt himself relax at the sight.

Tenya finally let his tired eyes close as he drifted off into the darkness of the night, only to be awoken a few moments later to the dim light as a pink fog formed around his daughter. He sleepily watched as the fog expanded and thickened in density, the figure of the girl became harder to see and he could just barely make out the lines of a taller figure standing above the bed and holding the girl to his chest.

The image disappeared in a flash as the pink fog deepened and then receded quickly, an empty bed left in its place. He couldn't help but smile at the thought that his daughter was now safely back home and that she would wake up to her parents in the morning. The smile deepened when he thought about the figure that had appeared in the fog, knowing that it must have been his future-self.

His heart filled with joy as his eyes closed once again letting the darkness take over his mind as he drifted off to sleep, finally at peace.

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"Tenya! Tenya!"

"Wake up!"

"Tenya!"

You desperately shook his shoulder , anxiety laced in your voice as you called out to him in his dreams.

When you had awoken to the morning light shining on your face and not to his gentle deep morning voice like before , you were confused. Then the sight of an empty bed where your daughter had been caused your heart to sink, you quickly jumped out of your sleeping bag and looked around the room for her.

The search had been fruitless, and as you now kneeled by Tenya's sleeping figure forcing him awake with your worry. His eyebrows furrowed together as sleepy eyes opened to greet you.

"Y/N?" his deep morning voice still thick with sleep questioned.

"She's not in bed, we have to go find her!" your mind raced as thousands thoughts swirled around your head.

"What if she ran away because of how upset she was last night?"

"Y/N-"

"How did the door opening not wake us up? I'm a light sleeper!" you interrupted him.

His heavy laugh filled the air and brought you out of your anxiety filled rambles. You watched as he put his glasses back on and he blinked away the remaining feelings of sleep that was holding onto him.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are definitely not a light sleeper by any means y/n." He laughed happily to himself.

"Is that really important right now?" You huffed out with a pink dust forming on your cheeks.

"She's back home."

your eyes widened and eyebrows rose in a questioning shock, your mind processing the information as you tried to ask him questions but you couldn't get the words to form. He noticed your shocked expression and how your mind must have been reeling from the sudden transition.

"After you went to sleep last night, the fog reappeared and took her back home. She's safe and probably woken up by now thinking the last few days were nothing but a bad dream." He explained.

You sighed in relief as the two of you shared a loving hug, the morning light still shining through the small slit in the curtains framing both of your figures. He looked at you in awe, before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I love you y/n."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

You walked towards Tenya's room noticing Toshimi's laugh echoing out into the hallway, the crack in the doorway allowed for you to peek through slightly.

Toshimi continued to giggle as she desperately tried to place the facemask on Tenya's face with her tiny hands. Tenya's glasses were off his face and his hair was pulled back by a fuzzy cat headband, a soft smile plastered on his face making the corners of his eyes crinkle. The pure affection that glowed in his eyes caused your body to still at the sight, the heat coursing through your body traveled to your fingertips engulfing them in a pink hue. You pushed away the oughts as you swung open the door , making your presence known.

He jerked his head in the direction of the noise, dark blue eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. Hair still pulled from his face, a slight shine covering his facial features from where your daughter had tried to attach the face mask. You eyed the products on the desk and in your daughter's hands as she excitingly picked what she was going to try next.

"I thought I was missing some selfcare products! so this is where they ran off to?!" You teased.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to give daddy a makeover!" She giggled.

"Well in that case, can I help?"

"Yes!"

She all but dragged you over to her workstation in the form of Tenya's desk and started to place items in your hands as she explained what she was going to do next to the man in the seat. He listened intently to her words with soft eyes and a loving smile that made your heart flutter the more you looked upon it.

"Daddy, after the makeover you're going to be the most handsome hero." Toshimi boasted about her skills.

"I think daddy already is sweetie, but we can make him even more handsome."

Tenya tensed in his seat , the blistering heat radiating from his cheeks at the words. He shyly massaged the back of his neck with closed eyes as he tried to repress the growing blush. You two were going to send him into cardiac arrest one of these days.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

A five year old girl stood before them, tears rolling down her round cheeks as she cried.

Surprised. At the sight of the girls, everyone's nerves calmed down as they tried to understand the situation. Hitoshi took another glance towards the girl that was now being comforted by All Might and Aizawa.

His heart pounded against his ribcage as he took in their appearance, which has become more familiar to him the more traits he saw. The conversations and noise happening around him faded as he was frozen in shock at the sight.

The girls hair was a light indigo color, with bright y/e/c eyes the irises white just like his. Her nose scrunched up cutely as she to calmed down, just like yours. The smile that lit up her face as All Might transformed into his hero form originally belonged to you, and the way she excitedly squealed was a picture perfect copy of yours.

Izuku was just as quick at piecing together the traits.

"Shinsou, you don't have younger siblings do you?" he timidly asked.

Hitoshi was still too surprised to answer coherently. Instead he had shook his head 'no' before he glanced your way, Izuku's eyes following suit.

You and Ochaco had been gushing over the girl's cuteness, you paused for a brief moment as you noticed his stare and waved happily.

"Those girls look exactly like what I imagine y/n & I's would." He whispered under his breath, Izuku being the only one who could hear.

Hitoshi still had his eyes trained on you, his mind reeling from the conclusion it had jumped to.

Panicked. There was a resounding silence that echoed as a joyful squeal filled the air. The girl had managed to see you among the students, and ran as she happily squealed. Your arms had opened as if on instinct, and the small girl jumped into your arms with her face now buried into your shoulder.

"Do you know this girl y/n?" Tsu questioned, her face eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You shook your head 'no' silently in surprise, while offering comforting pats along the small girl's back.

"Daddy!" The girl screamed again, looking towards Hitoshi from her place on your shoulder.

The girl in your arms stirred as she struggled to get out of your grip, you slowly let her down towards the ground being careful that she wouldn't fall. Once her feet hit the ground she ran towards him with outstretched hands, excitement bubbled on her face as she took in the sight of him.

His cheeks burned with red heat, the train of thought completely stopped as his eyes glanced from the child to you. Even though he had assumptions, The title of "daddy." had caught him off guard and he was slow to recover.

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered, eyes watering.

The shrill of panic waved through him once more, his hands becoming sweaty in his pockets from the heat his body was producing. The tips of his ears and neck now matched his bright crimson face as he leaned down and picked the girl up in his arms.

"Shinsou and y/n have a kid!?!?" Kaminari bellowed loudly.

Chaos erupted as Hitoshi walked over to you with hasty steps, making sure to keep a steady grip on his daughter. Your eyes were wide as he stood next beside you , mentally trying to process now having a daughter out of thin air.

Your mind swirled for answers, but you couldn't help the deep blush that took over your face as Hitoshi's free hand held yours. The action made your heart flutter loudly in your ears. This isn't the first time you've held hands with your boyfriend, but in this moment you two didn't just look like a cute couple, but instead a family.

Aizawa managed to gain control over the rowdy students, instructing everyone to the dormitories.

"There's obviously no point in continuing classes today while we investigate. I need to inform the principal, Iida, make sure the class acts accordingly." He states firmly with tired eyes.

Intrigued. Y/N had decided to go back with him to his dorm instead of the class 1-A dorm, deciding separating wouldn't be good for the girl now in your care. After comforting the girl at the dormitory, y/n was able to coax out bits and pieces of information from her. Your subtle questions being simple and easy for the five year old to understand. His amazement at your ability to be calm and collected in this situation made him Intrigued, he hadn't been able to utter a single word since his brain short-circuited with the simple title acquirement of 'daddy'.

"My name is Nozomi!" the girl happily introduced herself to the students.

"How cute!"

Everyone gushed over the girl, as she quickly made friends with his classmates. Hitoshi sat on the couch next to you, gently placed your hand on his own. Both sets of eyes watched on as Nozomi danced along the room playing with the classmates she met.

"Nozomi said a villain hit her with his quirk while she was watching us fight." you stated while you gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Time travel is such a strong quirk, and to think a villain had it and used it on our daughter is worrying." His eyebrows furrowed at the thought.

Since it was a villain who brought her here there was no way of knowing if and when they would return to the right timeline, or what their goals were in doing this in the first place. Thoughts about how this could affect the future weighed down on his shoulders and he grimaced at the lack of information they possessed.

"I know it's sudden, but I think we could be good parents while she is here, don't you think so too?"

Your eyes locked with his in confidence and at the mere sight of it, a soft smile formed on his lips.

"Well of course, she is our daughter."

Hitoshi watched as a wide smile grew on your lips and a gentle laugh escaped you. His thoughts were still plagued with questions that desperately wanted answers, but he knew with you by his side everything would work itself out.

He wanted to enjoy every moment he spent with you and his daughter, while the three of you played house in his dorm.

Loved. He watched you from afar, his classmates rambling about how the time travel quirk could work brought him out of his thoughts as he tried to pay attention.

His eyes wandered back over to you, Nozomi practically attached to your hip as you flawlessly moved around the kitchen. Amazement settled on his features, even when Nozomi had gotten in your way or had tried to open the stove on her own, you handled it effortlessly like a dance.

Glided around the Nozomi to grab ingredients. Grabbed the girl's hand and twirled her in another direction. She asked to lick the cookie dough off the spoon, you swiftly complied with a laugh. Tiny hands tried to reach for the newly baked cookies without you looking, you lightly tapped them away with your fingers and a smile.

How are you so amazing?

Hitoshi's thoughts were interrupted when a cookie lightly touched his lips. You stood before him, Nozomi held in your arms as you both smiled happily at him. Nozomi's hand held out a cookie to his face eagerly, he gave her a bright smile in return and took a big bite of the cookie.

"My Love, tell him what you just told me." you laugh.

Nozomi beamed. "Daddy gets the first one!"

He coughed viciously as he almost choked on the treat. The two of you had laughed at his response.

Lonely. That night after Aizawa had left with Eri, a faint pink mist started to form around the girls. You drew Hitoshi's attention to the growing mist as your hand clasped around his.

His heart sank at their figure's being overtaken as the mist turned to a thick fog. He could no longer see their features and he desperately wanted to reach out and yank them into his arms. Hitoshi's arm rose slightly, face etched in sadness when you stopped him.

"I didn't get to say goodbye." Sorrow filled his eyes as the fog faded, the girl no longer hiding within it.

"The future you is greeting her right now."

Silence settled between you as you embraced him in a hug, tightly holding on to him in hopes you could ease the loss.

"I thought when they went home I would be relieved that she had returned safely, but I already miss having her around."

He held onto you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

Eager. The rest of that night was filled with you cuddling your boyfriend in his dorm, comforting him despite the sudden arrival and loss of his daughter. His arms wrapped lazily around you in his sleep as the morning sun shined brightly through his balcony doors.

"Good Morning, how are you feeling?" you questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He smirked, placing a finger in between your eyebrows.

"Better."

"Yeah?" you were still worried about him.

"If you want to make me feel even better than I do right now, you can agree to having Nozomi right after we graduate high school."

"We'll think about that after you graduate into the hero program." You tease.

"With that kind of motivation how could I lose?" He laughed nuzzling into your neck.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

He woke up to the feeling of an empty bed as he reached out his hand searching for his daughter and you. His tired eyes slowly opened, drifting lazily over the dark room looking for the missing figures only to meet with emptiness, his eyes darted toward the clock to see 1:52 reflected brightly on the digital screen.

He got out of bed and went looking for the bodies missing from his bed, tired feet carrying him towards the kitchen where he heard slight movement in the middle of the night.

His body stopped suddenly when he took in the image in front of him , you and Nozomi were dancing in your pajamas in the middle of the kitchen. The air pods split up between the two of you as you both trailed happily around in the stove's glow as it was the only light brightening up the kitchen ground. He watched amused, careful not to make a sound as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a smug expression taking over his face.

Your dancing continued for a few more moments before you suddenly turned his way, eyes instantly catching the figure standing in the darkness as shock washed over your face. Your sudden stop made your daughter stop as well as she looked in the direction your eyes were gazing towards before a blush crept onto her face at the sight of her father.

Hitoshi and you stared at each other in silence and disbelief for a few moments as you thought about what to say to your boyfriend when the oven timer beeps interrupting your thoughts.

"We got hungry and made late night brownies." You say shyly.

"Would you like some?"

"Only if you two promise the next time you decide to have a dance party In the kitchen you invite me to." He smirks happily as he makes his way closer to you.

Tamaki Amajiki:

A seven year old girl stood before them with confusion written on her face as she took in her surroundings.

Anxious. The unsettling feeling of anxiety racked over his body as he heard the principal's voice call his name along with yours on the speaker system, directing the two of you to head towards Ground Gamma. His hand shook as he walked next to you in the hallway, as far as he knew there were no exercises that they had been made aware of and were assisting in. So why are they suddenly calling just the two of you out there?

You clasped his hand in yours as you two walked side by side, a slight blush formed on his cheeks before quickly receding due to his anxious thoughts. You took in the sight of his knitted eyebrows and creased forehead as you glanced from the side, his anxiety gnawing on your emotions as you felt the need to reassure him.

"Takami, I don't think it's anything to worry about. Just remember I'm here for you okay?"

"Thank you Y/N, I'm sorry I get nervous so easily."

"Don't be, we are a couple and couples rely on each other when they need comfort so that's not something you need to say sorry for." you reassured him before you both continued on your way.

The cold winter air bristled your skin as you walked towards Ground Gamma. You sniffled as another sharp breeze wrapped around your body, Tamaki's hand releasing from yours suddenly as you shivered from the loss of heat. The thick U.A blazer was placed firmly on your shoulders, you blinked and glanced over to the boy at your side who now only stood in his short sleeve uniform shirt. He gave a shy half-smile before extending his hand out to you once more, which you took happily relishing in the warmth that radiated off his skin.

The appearance of the erasure hero came into view as they got closer to their destination. Briskly walking the last few steps to meet the teacher in front of them, Aizawa's stern tired eyes met theirs as they faintly heard the sounds of the year one students fighting against each other.

"Aizawa sensei, did you need our help with another exercise?" You questioned.

He stayed silent for a moment pondering on his answer before simply stating "No."

"Then sir , why are we here?"Tamaki asked with confusion written clearly on his face.

The teacher observed the two for a moment before releasing a long sigh and jutting his head in the direction behind him. His gaze was drawn to a young girl sitting in All Might's lap as she happily listened to him tell her stories. Her long indigo hair reached just below her waist, her delicate finger moving a few strands behind her elfish-like ears. The bright y/e/c eyes shined with amazement at something she just heard from the retired number one hero.

The similarities shook him to his core, she crinkled by the child's as she smiled were exactly the same as yours. The nose he had gotten so used to see on your face now rested on the girl in question, and her bubbly laughter made his stomach sink because the only person he ever heard with laughter as sweet and honeyed as that was from your lips.

"She appeared while we were setting up for the next round of class matches, after asking her some questions we were able to briefly understand what was going on." Aizawa started to explain to them.

"I don't understand-" You started.

"Is that girl-? Is she-? She looks like our future love child."Tamaki stutters out, interrupting you.

Your eyes widened at the statement glancing over at Aizawa to see him nod his head in confirmation of the claim. You looked over to the girl once more taking in her features as you start to notice the remarkable similarity she has to the two of you that you hadn't taken into account beforehand.

"She introduced herself as Meiko Amajiki, the daughter of Suneater and y/h/n. Would you like to meet her?"

Tamaki nervously shakes his head in reply as his hand reaches out for yours once more. You accept it graciously and your thumb rubs circles into the back of his hand to calm him and yourself as the three make their way to the child.

Flustered. The tension crackled in the air like electricity the closer he got to the girl happily playing in All Might's lap. His footsteps echoed into his ears as he walked on the pavement, panicked eyes plastered to his shoes not willing himself to look up as thoughts overwhelmed his mind. A love child from the future suddenly dropped into their lives, would he even be able to take care of her the same way his future-self would? Would she cry when she saw him ? He's never been that great at babysitting.

The singsong voice resounded caused him to tense as she called out and rejoiced in the excitement at seeing the younger form of her parents. Her wide sparkling eyes met his as she looked up from his feet in shock at the child running towards him, arms wide open ready to jump into his arms at any moment.

"Daddy!" The girl cheered as he tightly wrapped his arms around her when she jumped at his figure.

The dazzling smile she praised lit up his world like sunlight, he turned crimson in awe of the brightness that engulfed him from the girl in his arms. He never experienced something quite as beautiful and warm as the feeling of love he felt from his future daughter, it made him in freeze place not knowing what to do next in the situation.

"Daddy?" The girl questioned upon seeing his tensed reactions.

You took over the situation with ease. You directed the girl's attention towards you, noticing that Tamaki was lost in thought as the blistering crept to the points of his ears and down his neck. You waved your hand in greeting, a wide smile placed on your lips as you spoke.

"Hi Meiko! We are so excited to see you!"

"But daddy isn't talking.."

"Daddy is just so amazed at how beautiful you are that it shocked him for a moment sweetheart."

"Oh! Like when he sees you walk down the stairs on date night?!" The girl questioned happily as you choked on air.

"That's right!"

Her laughter filled your ears as Tamaki looked between you two in awe, eyes brimming with tears at the sudden family. The acquired role of a father being placed on his shoulders, his face still blistered from the heat rushing throughout his body not yet used to being addressed as daddy.

Tamaki wordlessly brushed his hand through the soft tresses of his daughter's hair, looping strands around his fingers as he played with it. Contemplating how such a beautiful child could be the by-product of anything he created in the world , but then remembering you was obviously the reason for why your daughter had grown into such a lovely child.

"Meiko, I'm really happy to meet you." He said softly , his eyes lowering in bliss.

Meiko bubbled with giggles as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and engulfed him in a tight hug. The conversation is still going on between you and Meiko as she released herself from the sudden hug and looked back to you with sparkling eyes , voice animated as she rambled about her new favorite tv show.

"Amajiki , we are going to let the two of you look after her while she's here. She'll be more comfortable around people she knows rather than strangers, while we continue looking into how to return her home." Aizawa explained with a tired expression.

"I'll take care of her!" Tamaki confidently confirmed shocking you beside him.

Tamaki's confidence suffered greatly on a day to day basis ,but when it mattered he was able to completely shut off the negative thoughts that plagued his mind and become the bright hero you have come accustomed to seeing on missions. A soft smile formed on your lips as you took onto the sight of your boyfriend holding your daughter in his arms with a stern look of resolve washed over his features.

"In that case, Meiko, are you ready to go to the dormitory with us?" You asked brightly.

"Yes Please!"

She worked her way out of Tamaki's strong hold on her as she jumped down from his arms , he looked distraught from the sudden loss of holding his daughter in his arms while his hands shook slightly.

Meiko reached out both her hands to grab onto each of her parents, adjusting herself in the middle of the couple as she prepared herself for the walk to the dormitory. When the couple didn't admittedly start walking to their destination, she gazed up with a questioning look at her parents. Tamaki's face returned to the crimson hue as the blush crept back on to his features at the girl's actions, the thought didn't escape him that they really looked like a family like this each holding one of her hands as they walked happily.

His happy family.

Fascinated. After returning to the dormitory, y/n was able to gather more information out of the girl. The subtle way of getting to know your future daughter without putting pressure on her amazed him as he watched from the sidelines. He took note of the things the girl mentioned she liked and what she disliked as they talked as well as the expressions she would make that reminded him so much of yours whenever he would see you get excited about a particular topic.

"Meiko, how did you end up getting here anyways?" Tamaki asked cautiously.

The bubbly girl stopped for a moment deep in thought over the question she was asked, her hands clapped together as she started to explain the story to the both of them.

"I was visiting the park with uncle Mirio, and when I was playing with a kid her quirk suddenly activated. The next thing I knew I was here and even got to meet All Might!" She giggled happily.

You gasped at the realization another child was the reason for her traveling to this time. Since it was a child who brought her here, there was no way of knowing if and when she would return to the right timeline. A moment of worry rushed through your features as you tried to conceal it from the child who made her way over to Tamaki to sit in his lap rather than in her own spot on the coach.

The third year classmates gushed at the overwhelming cuteness your daughter possessed as she waved at the students with a bright smile each time she caught eyes with a new person in the lounge. Tamaki's face lowered as flustered with his bangs from the immense stares being thrown his way at the attention his cute daughter was attracting.

"Uncle Mirio, that means me right?!" The eccentric blonde laughed, his blue eyes shining at the girl.

"Uncle!" The girl gleamed, jumping from her spot on Tamaki lap.

The pair happily jumped in excitement at meeting each other as he took Meiko in his arms and twirled her around the room happily introducing his niece to all of the classmates. Tamaki watched in wonder at the two forces of light that filled any room they walked into with joy. She looked so much like him but at the same time she acted nothing like him. The fact fascinated him as he continued to watch from afar from his seat beside you, clutching your hand in his ass he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder shielding his face from the curious onlookers.

"She's so bright, like you and Mirio combined." He mumbles under his breath barely audible to where only you could hear.

You stilled beneath him at the words wishing you could see the emotions on his face in order to gauge how he was feeling in the moment.

"Really? From what I see she shines more like you, a dazzling moonlight that lights up the dark nights."

You knew he would think you were just saying that in order to make him feel better, but as you looked at your daughter playing with Mirio from a distance the only thing you saw was the same bright light that Tamaki would have when ever he would be around his best friend.If Mirio was the the sun to Tamaki , then he was most defiantly the moon to you.

"Thank you." He hummed into your shoulder the vibrations sending chills down your spine.

"Do you really think she shines like me ?" He asks the thoughts eating at him once he thinks a bit to long on your words.

"Of course, the spitting image of you when you are fighting crime or happily laughing with Mirio."

"I want her to be more confident than I am."

"I don't think you have to worry about that." you laugh lightheartedly.

"I hope she stays that bright forever."

"She will."

Tamaki moves slightly to where he can look into your eyes, a deep blush formed on his cheeks as his eyes deepened with affection as he took in your features. It wasn't just his daughter that fascinated him, but you as well. The way your words always managed to settle his heart and ease his mind when he was panicked, the way your smile would cause his form even if he was having a bad day , or the way your laughter would cause his heart to quicken and his face to flush just from hearing it.

He timidly leaned into you as he placed a soft kiss to your lips, drinking in the way the felt against his. The sweet taste rewarded him as he licked his tongue over lips when you parted them in shock. An audible gasp drew his attention away from you to the room still full of his classmates as his body turned crimson his eyes darted to the floor in shame.

"Y/N I'm sorry, -" He started while stuttering out the words.

"That was amazing." You interrupted him hoping to raise his self esteem and assure him that you did not mind the sideshow of public affection.

He stiffly walked towards a wall placing his head against it while he tried to calm his blistering body from the thought that people had witnessed him kiss you so openly. His fingertips felt hot against his face as she covered his face with his hands, trying to block out the mental pictures of shock written on his classmates faces.

Enchanted. He watched you from afar, Mirio's laughter bringing him out of his thoughts briefly as he made eye contact with his blonde best friend once more. A soft smile overtaking his lips as he listened to the story was explaining to Neijire and him, before his gaze drifted ever so slightly back to you.

Meiko was sitting on your lap as you both drew pictures together happily, the crayons around and markers scattered around the table you were at. Every so often the child's tiny hands would stop moving and she would pick up the paper to show you waiting for praise on her latest work of art. Your sweet laughter enchanted him as you would pat her head in gently and look in awe at what the girl had shown you.

You were so effortlessly caring for a child that had been thrusted into your life. The parenting came to you easily as you played and took care of the girl in your arms, where he would still become flustered and have trouble speaking whenever the girl called him daddy or attracted too much attention his way from his classmates. You were enchanting to him, the way you were able to so care-freely smile with Meiko as if everything in the world was normal and she wasn't brought here out of the blue.

You are amazing.

Tamaki's thoughts were interrupted when a piece of paper constricted his view of you. Meiko stood before him, hands outstretched towards him holding a drawing she just completed. The bright smile still adorning her lips as her sparkling eyes met his, he took the art carefully in his hands to adjust his eyes to the paper. He saw the figures of a happy family of three outside a house, all smiling happily as he took note of their characteristics resembling the three of them. A soft smile was brought to his lips as he reached down to hug his daughter and bring her onto his lap.

"You are an amazing artist." He said gently, patting her head.

Meiko beamed. "I made that one special, just for you daddy!"

His heart hammered against his chest as he took in the bright smile the girl was rewarding him, faintly heating the laughter from Mirio and Neijire at his side from his reaction.

Determined. After two days had passed since Meiko appeared, he had realized how much the girl loved to have tea parties. Often dragging you and him to your imaginary set up in the lounge area, when you suggested the idea of having a real tea party to the girl she was ecstatic and therefore Tamaki was now walking with the girl at his side as he entered Fatgum's agency.

She carried the self decorated invitations she created in her hands as they walked hand in hand. Her bubbly smile caught the attention of his coworkers as they passed by, his gaze lowering to the ground as they walked further into the building.

Fatgum greeted them happily as they entered his office, slightly shocked by the child accompanying his protégée especially since she looked so similar to Tamaki.

"Hello Suneater, who is this cutie following you around today?"

"This is Meiko, y/n and I'd future love child that got sent back in time." Tamaki nervously explained , his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

The pro hero stiffened in his seat at the news, shock temporarily taking over his features before he pushed it away replacing it with a bright smile he directed towards the young girl in the room.

"Well hello there Meiko, what brings you here today?" he asks excitedly, eyeing the invitations in her hands.

"I'm inviting you to a tea party! There's invitations for daddy's friends Kiri and Tetsu to!" She bubbled before running up to him and placing the invitations in his hand.

"It's a bit last minute, the tea party is for later today . I was hoping you could bring them along with you after paroling." Tamaki apologized sheepishly.

"Oh woah! Of course I'll be there and I'll make sure to bring them along. How could we miss such a cute girl's tea party?" He stated, happily while ruffling the girl's hair with his hands.

He watched as Fatgum picked up his daughter and carried her around his building introducing her to the staff, happily rejoicing in the fact that Tamaki had a bright future ahead of him with a happy family waiting for him. He received endless praises for his daughter's cuteness as they gushed about her bubbly personality, his face turned crimson as he tried to fight the feeling of walking out of the building before his daughter was done playing with his mentor.

One thought played over in his head as he watched the girl beam as Fatgum lifted her up on his shoulder.

I want to make this the best tea party she's ever had.

Determination filled his bones as he pulled out his phone, searching for your contact number before sending you ideas to add to the preparations.

"Daddy, Fatgum said there's a cookie shop nearby. Can we stop there on the way home?" You sing out while looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, anything your heart desires." He said sweetly as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face and back behind her ear.

She started to drag him out of the building as he waved goodbye to Fatgum and his coworkers, they looked on at the sight with happiness at how much the girl was bringing Tamaki out of his shell.

"We should bring some for y/n too, I wonder what flavor they would like though." Tamaki thought out loud hands till being held by his daughter as they walked on the sidewalk.

"Oh! I know that one! It's mint chocolate chip, they told Aunt Neijire one time it's her favorite because your breath always smells like mint!" The girl happily confessed what she had overheard in the future.

Tamaki's body went numb as his body temperature rose at an alarming rate. The fingers that held onto the girls hand burned crimson as she looked up at him in curiosity, the pair stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as people passed by them. His face was covered by his bangs as he gazed down towards his shoes, eyes wide in shock at the confession he was never supposed to hear.

He mentally took a note to always keep an extra stock of mints in case he ever ran out.

Heartbroken. That Night as the two of you were cleaning up the party supplies while Meiko was happily running around the lounge with Mirio, a shocked gasp drew your attention from picking up trash to the pink mist forming around your daughter. You took Tamaki's hand in your as you lead him close to the girl watching her figure get swallowed by the growing fog.

His heart sank to his stomach as he watched the growing fog become thick to where he couldn't make out her features, anxiety grew in him as he wrestled with the idea of rushing into the fog and pulling her back out in order to spend a few more days with her. Tears fell down his cheeks as he curled an arm around your waist and placed his face in your shoulder, his heart breaking at the sight of his daughter leaving so suddenly bringing him to cry on your shoulder.

"I don't want her to leave" Sorrow laced his voice as it shook into your neck.

"Just think about how much future you have been missing her the last few days and how happy he will be seeing her again." You said softly rubbing his back to calm his tears.

The light from the pink fog dissipated as the fog faded and the indigo haired girl no longer stood before them.

Silence filled the room as Mirio looked at you with sadness , not knowing what to do in order to comfort his friend at this moment. You smile softly in return and grab Tamaki's hand leading him to your room for the night.

When you reached your room, you kept the lights off only allowing the curtains to open slightly to fill the room with dim moonlight as you pulled him to your bed. He refused to look you in the eye as he sat on the bed motionless, you hurriedly changed into pajamas in your closet not wanting to take too long in order to comfort your boyfriend who was reeling with the loss of his future daughter.

"Tamaki" You started to get shy as you sat on the bed next to him. "Cuddle with me tonight?"

His hands urgently reached for you, holding you tightly in his embrace and he let the tears fall freely down his cheeks once more. You caressed your fingers through his indigo strands as you let him feel his emotions openly within the comfort of your arms.

Confident. The rest of that night was filled with tears and needy cuddles , as he refused to let go of your figure, half afraid you would disappear as well he didn't keep a firm hold on you. His tears finally stopped as he fell into a deep peaceful sleep, while you brushed away the remaining wet tears that rolled down his eyes.

The sunlight filled the room through the opening in the curtain as your eyes adjusted to the morning light, blinking away the sleep that had taken over you.

You look down to Tamaki's face that was nestled on your chest as his arms were wrapped securely around you in a tight embrace. His face was peaceful as he continued to sleep through the morning hours. You gently brushed some hair out of his eyes and behind his ear as he flinched at the movement , eyes slowly opening to take in your figure beneath him highlighted by the sunlight of the room.

"Good morning Tamaki, how are you feeling?" You gently questioned while running your hands through his tousled sleep hair.

"My heart still feels empty knowing she's no longer here, but I had a dream about our family last night."

"Oh yeah, what happened in the dream?"

"We were happy, hugging her and playing with her as she ran around the backyard of our house. We had a dog that she would chase around and when she got tired of being out in the sun she would jump into my arms and have me carry her inside." " She said happily, sighing at the memory.

"That sounds like a beautiful dream."

Tamaki laid with his head still resting on your chest as he listened to your heartbeat racing beneath him as the thought about the last few days .

"I think I'm going to be a good father in the future." He says with confidence gaining in his voice.

"I know you are going to be a good father."

He takes in a breath before slowly exhaling and looking up to make eye contact with your eyes. "There were a few empty rooms in the house I dreamed of."

"were there?" you teased with a smirk forming on your lips.

"We should give her some siblings in the future."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

｡･:*˚:✧｡ Bonus Scene:

Meiko happily welcomed her guests into the cutely decorated area where her tea party was taking place. Knowing how excited she was to host this, Takami and you went all out on the decorations in order to assure your daughter's smiling face.

The miniature pink tea set, plates already set out around the table, linens neatly folded and pastries prepared in advance and set out aesthetically on a three tiered tray. The teapot filled with water, so the guests could actually sip their cups instead of pretending to, which had been an idea you slipped to Takami as you two were setting up.

Fatgum, Kirishima and Testutestu eagerly walked into the room, Fatgum being dragged by Meiko's tiny hands as she led him to the seat she declared as his. Nejire and Mirio strolled in happily behind the group, Eri being held in his arms as she looked around the table amazed.

"I've never been to a tea party before." Eri whispered hiding behind Mirio when he placed her down.

"That's okay! The only thing you need to do is have fun and make friends!" Meiko cheered, taking the girl's hand in hers and leading her over to the seat next to hers.

"See and and now your friends with me!" your daughter exclaimed with a bright smile.

Eri's timid expression was replaced by an equally bright smile as the girl's laughter filled the room.

The afternoon was filled with joy as the tea party carried on effortlessly. Tamaki was shyly fed sweets by Meiko every now and then which would cause his face to burn with heat, Mirio would laugh at the sight and prompt Eri to do the same. Fatgum would tell funny stories he acquired over the years , as Kirishima eagerly accepted the offering of refills.

Meiko's happiness lit up the room as if she was the sun herself, she eagerly nodded her head and laughed when Kirishima and Tetsutetsu offered to arm wrestle in order to show was the strongest. Takami watched from his seat beside you, the sight of his daughter so happily playing with all the people closest in his life made his heart throb in his chest.

"You okay Takami?" You questioned when you noticed his far off gaze.

"I'm better than okay. I'm the luckiest father in the world to have such a beautiful family to call my own."

You took in a sharp breath as you covered your face with your hands, hiding the evident blush that formed at the unexpected statement. The blistering heat warmed your hands as the blush rushed to your ears and neck the more you thought of his words.

"Y/N? What happened over there?" Kirishima questioned after he was declared winner of the wrestling match, bringing everyone's attention to you.

The blush instantly turned to a crimson color and you lowered your hands to see the gazes of everyone around the table.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⋆ ★ A/N: This took me so much longer than I originally thought it would!

For my next requests that has multiple characters I'm probably going to shorten my writing in order to make it easier for me to fulfill meeting my requests in timely manner.

I did end up reusing the prompt I used for Shoto with Hitoshi just because I could no longer look at my screen anymore.

I'm also thinking of writing a part two with Bakugo , Kirishima , Monoma and Mirio. Let me know if you would like me to post that eventually.

[miraclewoozi]

NETFLIX AND-- ? - c.hs

you try everything in your power to try and help your workaholic boyfriend unwind on his night off. you quickly find out that vernon doesn’t know how to just do nothing.

pair; vernon x fem reader. genre; domestic smut. MINORS DNI. wc; 2.3k (short n sweet <3) note; saw a prompt while i was scrolling through some things and it had me feeling feelings. experiencing experiences. apparently i am soft needy for him today. barely proof read. smut tags utc. xoxo

smut tags; soft!dom/service top vernon but he’s also a fucking tease. fingering (f rec). sort of edging, more of a continued stop/start. squirting. implied that vernon has a praise kink (shock horror). let me know if i've forgotten any.<3

in your defence, you started out with perfectly innocent intentions. 

vernon works himself too hard. you wish he wouldn’t, but he does — it’s a fact, and even though he’ll always shake his head and deny it, you know it’s true. self care, to him, is working. it’s in the fulfilment from a job well done. it’s the clap on a shoulder from a higher-up that recognises how hard he’s been slaving away at his computer screen. it’s in getting results, and he doesn’t get results if he doesn’t do. if he doesn’t maintain. if he doesn’t nigh-on exhaust himself for the sake of the company he’s employed by.

so, you’ve made a plan. on friday, in the few hours he’ll have free between finishing work and settling down to sleep, you’re going to do whatever you can to look after him.

it starts with dinner. heartfelt, home-cooked food. he drops his bag by the front door and his entire face turns so soft he thinks it might melt clean off him. the aromas from the kitchen hit him and he floats across the apartment like a cartoon, all the way to where you’re stood waiting for him, a sort of dopey grin spreading across every single one of his features. 

“that smells so good,” he whines, putting his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. when you ask how his day went, he says he doesn’t remember, he doesn’t care. because he’s home now, and because loves you so much — he doesn’t want to think about anything else.

he clings to you until the food is ready and laid out on the dining table, only pulling himself away when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to be able to have his dinner sitting in your lap.

you eat together with the lights slightly dimmed, a few candles illuminating the table. you talk, a little, but the quiet that surrounds the bubbles of conversation is just as comfortable, so neither of you are bothered when your minds are more focused on the food in front of you than conversing with each other. after, he helps you clear the dishes and stack them over by the sink: you’ll deal with them later on. 

your hand finds his, then, fingers intertwining, and vernon lets himself be dragged all the way to your bedroom. he changes out of his work clothes, tosses them into the laundry basket, and slips into an old, worn, stained and atrociously ugly pair of sweatpants instead. he bypasses a shirt at your instruction and lies face-down with his head nestled between the pillows. 

with one of his own playlists already filling the air around you, you straddle over his hips and start to massage your way up his back. your hands smooth over his skin, thumbs working at a couple of tight spots that have him gasping and grunting, threading his fingers through his own hair to try and keep still. it hurts a bit, but it’s a good kind of pain. so, he lets you work your magic on him; vernon feels all soft and loose, a bit like a deflated balloon animal, by the time you sit up enough for him to be able to roll over between your legs and face you again.

“i thought we could watch a movie tonight, too,” you say quietly, just barely audible over the soft r&b tune in the background. your fingertips tickle up and down his sides as you speak; he sighs at the softness of your touch. “anything you want.”

“what’s all this in aid of, exactly?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow. his voice is deep and kind of  rough-edged. the way you like it most.

you laugh, quietly, and bend low to kiss the corner of his mouth, caging him in with your forearms either side of his head. “just… because i love you.”

his hands snake up your body to rest against your cheeks and he holds you in place for a second longer. one of the many, many things you love about vernon is the way he kisses you. every time, like it’s the first time. (a symptom of being a closeted rom-com enthusiast, perhaps?) but each press of his lips to yours is always so infused with passion: even the small ones, like this. with his eyes closed, his nose pressed to your cheek, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a shy smile. there’s adoration in every single moment. 

you roll off him when he lets go of you and sit up against the headboard, letting him go through the motions of choosing something for you to watch. a few minutes (and no less than three coin tosses to make the decision) later, you open an arm out for him at the sound of the movie starting, and he curls up into your side. his head rests peacefully on your shoulder, one of his legs hooked over one of yours, your arm snaked around his back. you settle into each other’s embrace in a way that you’ve not had time to do in a long while, matching hums of tranquillity vibrating in both of your throats.

the grand budapest hotel has only been playing for about twenty minutes when you feel him start to move slightly, the tips of his fingers gliding slowly across the hem of your t-shirt. you don’t make anything of it at first, because vernon has always had slightly restless hands, no matter what he’s doing. this is very normal for him. he’s probably just mindlessly feeling the fabric beneath his touch as he watches one of his favourite movies.

another few minutes pass and you feel his nails drag against the bare skin of your tummy. you raise an eyebrow and look at him, but his eyes are trained on the tv, even if one side of his mouth is lifted up in a sly kind of smile.

“what are you doing, babe?” you ask him. he lifts his head from its place on your shoulder and shrugs.

“nothing.”

“mhm, sure you aren’t.”

his hand moves down, then. down, towards your shorts. down, to where his palm wraps around your thigh, half resting on the material of your clothes and half sitting on your bare leg. his fingers make small, light, circular movements against your skin and he nudges your other thigh over slightly with the knee he settled between your legs earlier, effectively spreading you open for him. just a little.

just enough.

“vernon,” you chuckle, but you don’t make any attempt to move your legs back together. “come on, relax. watch your movie.”

“i am,” he says matter-of-factly, not taking his eyes off the screen. “wish i could say the same for you, though.”

“you’re terrible,” you sigh. 

“mm. no, i’m not.”

he creeps further and further up your thigh, until his hand has slipped completely under your loose fitting sleep shorts and he’s effectively pulling them to one side. a breath catches in your throat and you accidentally arch a little as you feel him brush over your underwear.

“watch the movie,” he says, a little more sternly, and you swallow thickly but settle down more comfortably again. if this is how he chooses to decompress… who are you to stop him, really?

but he knows you too well. knows your body like it’s his own. knows exactly how to make you tick without making you jump his bones and take control. his thumb starts to trace small circles over your covered clit, eliciting quiet gasps from your mouth, but every time you react – what he deems to be – a little too much, he stops. removes the pressure. leaves you to squirm.

“vernon,” you sigh after the third time, agitated but needy and squaring your jaw at his teasing. your panties are soaked by now and you need to feel more of him, but your boyfriend seems to be more than happy to work you up on his own terms. how long will he keep going like this for? there’s at least an hour left of the film; surely he won’t make you wait that long?

“focus, baby.”

or maybe, he will.

his lips find home at the base of your neck and he presses a series of small kisses to your skin, returning his thumb to your panties and rubbing you through them a little harder, pressing the fabric into your heat, smirking at the way your arousal seeps through them and coats his fingertips. your breaths start to pick up again, and you do everything you can to stop him from noticing, but he’s maybe a little too caught up sucking the sweet spot behind your ear to notice how fast your heart is beating from the way he touches you.

so when he drags your underwear out of the way and slides an elegant finger through your folds, you really don’t think you can be blamed for the fact that an unstifled moan leaves your lips.

vernon disagrees, though. because of course he fucking does.

“baby,” he challenges you, his finger just millimetres away from your clit when he stops moving it. “come on. you wanted to help me unwind tonight, didn’t you? that’s what all this was. you were being good to me.”

you nod at him, and he kisses your neck again.

“then watch.”

keeping your mouth tightly shut and fighting against the noises that your body so desperately wants you to make, you let him continue. you let him trace your arousal over your clit, let him dip his finger lower and press just enough inside you that your walls flutter around it. you let him work deeper, and add a second, and try your best not to clamp your legs around his poor wrist when he brushes against the sweet-spot inside you the way that only he knows how.

“s’that feel good, baby?” he asks you.

your eyes are all but glazed over and you don’t think you really know what’s going on in the movie anymore. you can’t remember the names of the characters. is there even a plot? or is it all just pretty, symmetrical imagery now? who the hell is the person that just showed up – surely you haven’t seen him, yet? fuck, you’re completely, hopelessly lost in his fingers and the way they’re buried inside your pussy. every reaction you want to give, you can’t, and it’s so difficult. 

but you nod at him anyway, because the least you can do is tell him he’s doing a good job. he likes to hear that sort of thing. 

and if there’s any dialogue in the grand budapest hotel, you don’t have a damn clue what’s being said. his fingers move faster inside you and the heel of his hand puts enough pressure on your clit that all of your muscles are tight in an attempt to do what he’s asked. the only sounds in your ears are the smacking of his lips on your throat and the lewd noises that come from the way your pussy sucks his digits in deeper. 

you feel like a little toy, wound up to high heaven. waiting, waiting, waiting to be released. waiting to fall into oblivion.

“vernon,” you gasp eventually, silently begging that he won’t stop, that he won’t leave you hanging when you’re so close to the edge.

thankfully, he doesn’t.

“mhm?” he curls his fingers again, a little harder, making you buck up into his hand. whatever game he was playing, he seems to be moving past it now. maybe he wants you to come as much as you do.

“close,” you strain. he nods, slowly, positioning his wrist differently so that he can lay his thumb over your clit instead. the much more deliberate pressure has you seconds away from seeing stars.

“m’gonna ask you about this movie tomorrow, you know,” he chuckles, but he doesn’t slow. he fucks his fingers into you over and over, bringing you closer and closer, and when your toes curl, when you grip his wrist with one hand, when your head falls back against the headboard –

euphoria rushes through you. wetness gushes from you. you feel your pussy contract around his fingers, hugging them tight even though your release tries to expel them; he lets you ride the high out, lets you make a mess on his hand as your hips roll down to meet him, a series of whines and moans falling from your lips. his own continue their gentle caress of your neck. you’re in bliss.

he pulls his fingers from you when you tug at his wrist to tell him to do so, lifting them to his mouth and sucking them clean of your arousal and your release. you close your eyes when he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and his (granted, still kind of sticky) hand comes up to cup your face. 

adoration in every moment. like it’s the first.

“don’t bother asking me about it,” you tell him as he pulls away, bumping your nose against his and hearing, from the quiet wet smacking sound they make, how his lips grow into a smile. “i don’t know anything that happened.”

“this is the fourth time i’ve tried to get you to watch this movie, y/n,” he chuckles. 

“and this is the fourth time we’ve ended up here. what, does tilda swinton in that ugly wig really do it for you or something?”

“shut up,” he snorts, ever so gently pushing your cheek to move your head away from him. “no-one ever said you had to give into me that easily.”

“oh, you shut up,” you huff, closing your thighs and feeling how your shorts and panties cling to you uncomfortably, only half covering you after he failed to put them back properly. “i was supposed to be helping you chill out. it’s not my fault that you can’t go five minutes without getting handsy.”

“it’s absolutely your fault,” he challenges, getting to his knees and facing you. you can see his cock tenting his sweatpants now and you’d be lying to say that it doesn’t stir something in the depths of your stomach. “you know i can’t resist you in those shorts.”

“you’re so stupid,” you grin, opening your legs up for him to settle between, and he moves over straight away.

“yeah, well,” he chuckles, reaching down to pull your t-shirt up off your head. “you happen to love my kind of stupid.”

thank u sm for reading!! likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all greatly appreciated!<3

[triptychgrip]

Yuuri’s love of Viktor’s extraness

Something that I've seen a lot of in Yuri!!! on Ice post-canon fanfic is a tendency to write Yuuri exhibiting a certain amount of chagrin around Viktor's extra-ness.

Perhaps I've misinterpreted intent and simplified instances that in actuality were meant to convey something completely different, but at times, I've noted this implicit (or explicit) weariness attributed to Yuuri when it comes to his reactions to Viktor's behavior.

Specifically, his excitability and charisma.

To reiterate: I'm talking about post-canon content, meaning that Yuuri and Viktor have already bridged that initial gap between them and are in a committed relationship. I say this b/c a certain amound of overwhelm/wariness in response to larger-than-life Viktor is very understandable in the beginning, when Yuuri is not only struggling to understand why the hell his idol has come to Hasetsu, but is also realizing that the public persona that Viktor exudes doesn't match up with the flesh-and-blood being that is the real him.

This "God, why in the hell am I engaged to an excitable child?!" characterization of Yuuri confuses me, because one of the most endearing parts of the show is the fact that Yuuri is capable of 1) being just as extra as Viktor (but in different ways) and/or 2) matching Viktor's extra-ness in the way of the whole "meeting him where he is" theme.

I think there are plenty of examples of #1 (that quad flip at the Cup of China!!), and the Chihoko incident is a perfect encapsulation of number 2. With the latter, note that Yuuri doesn't minimize Viktor's insecurities by being all "you're being ridiculous, Viktor, why is THIS your way of trying to get my attention?"; instead, he tells Viktor that he could search the entire world and still find no one better. Oh, and then at Viktor's request, he strips down and joins him on the top of Hasetsu Castle.

Writing him as only being tolerant of Viktor's extra-ness (rather than celebrating it) also confuses me because as they get to know one another, I would imagine that Yuuri is able to see more clearly than most how Viktor was at a breaking point before coming to Hasetsu. You don't get to be a 5-time World Champion without being somewhat of a workaholic with extreme discipline, and there is more than enough evidence to support the idea that prior to coming to Hasetsu, Viktor hadn't really allowed himself to let loose, have fun, and do something entirely for just himself in a very long time (aside from that Sochi banquet night, of course).

So then, after coming to understand just how much Viktor might have been suppressing his true nature prior to their coming into each other' lives, why would Yuuri make Viktor feel bad about this intrinsic part of his personality? I've always gotten the impression that Yuuri would adore Viktor's innature curiosity and excitability, especially when he comes to realize that Viktor is keeping true to his episode 4 request to just be himself.

I might make a part 2 to this post, because there are honestly a lot of Viktor headcanons floating around in my head, particularly with respect to the fact that he seems like a man who has been told his entire life that he is "too much". Thus, to perceive this same attitude from the love of his life (again, maybe not explicitly, but implicitly) would probably tear him up inside.

I actually explicitly addressed this in Chapter 7 of my post-canon Olympic Games series, by way of a BuzzFeed "Couples' Quiz" appearance that the Katsuki-Nikiforovs make. Their last question to one another asks them to list the things they think their partner loves about them the most, and frankly, it was healing for me to be able to write Viktor answering that he thinks his husband loves his charisma/excitability 😭🥹

[psychesalcove]

„ WHEN YOURE ALL ALONE, ILL REACH FOR YOU (when you're fellin' low, i'll be there too)

↳ COLLEGE AU! JASON GRACE X GN! READER ”

requested: yes, from amandamariee

⚠️: reader is a bit of an overachiever, crying, being overwhelmed bc of school work, shitty ass writing (sorry gang) not proofread AT ALL

in which ; jason comforts reader who is overwhelmed by school work due to finals.

a/n: thank you so much for the request babes!! i hope this lives up to your expectations,, i loveee fluff and comfort fics so so much like it's actually scary 😔 ALSO i made the reader have a history major – just in case anyone was wondering :)

finals season was upon the students of new rome. cafes were filled to the brim with students, workbooks, and the sound of typing on laptops (that were specially made for demigods, of course).

you were one of the studnets who found themselves at the cafe more often than you would like to admit. earlier today you were at a popular cafe downtown with annabeth, but, around two hours into your study session, you wanted a change of scenery.

and that's how you found yourself back at the condo you and jason shared.

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your wooden desk that you had gotten at ARC had every surface possible filled with studying items. old assignments, papers your professor handed out, your notes, and every color of highlighter imaginable.

your tea (which jason had made for you) was long forgotten on the edge of the desk, close to tipping over onto the carpeted floor of the bedroom. you had been in the same posion on your chair for about an hour and a half, eyes focused on reading an essay you had wrote a couple months ago.

jason would have already had you take a break by now, but he was downtown. you and jason were supposed to meet with the seven for dinner tonight, but you decided to stay home and study more. jason had insisted on staying with you, but with much persistence on your end, he was out the door and on his way downtown.

and of course, when you're studying for the most important test of this year, your dyslexia decided to act up. you had been stuck on the same sentence for about 5 minutes now. the words kept getting jumbled in your mind, floating from place to place on the page. the monster attacks you could deal with; but not being able to read a simple sentence?

you sighed heavily through your nose, setting down your pen onto the desk. this essay should be easy to read; you were the one who wrote it after all. your eyes shifted from the essay to the rest of your desk. you had no idea how you were going to manage getting all of the information you needed for the test in your head.

you reached for your laptop that was under a folder, because you decided that it might be easier to do work digital instead of on paper. you quickly logged into your laptop, and went to google classroom.

your eyes were drawn to the notification icon, seeing that there was one. you clicked it, mouse hovering over the writing that appeared on the screen: a comment from your professor.

y/n, i've seen you do amazing work in my class this year. what happened with this? i know you have more potential than what you wrote. i'll have to give you a D for this one, but it shouldn't affect your grade to much considering you have an A. it'll bring it down to an A- or a B at the most. i'll hope you gain your skill back in further work.

oh.

you quickly changed the screen onto where your grades were shown. there it was. a B. you knew that it wasn't a bad grade or anything, especially remembering when percy showed his grades to you once, but it still didn't sit right with you.

this was your best class, the one you always understood and got at least an 80 or higher on. you've never gotten a D.

tears quickly filled up your eyes, causing you to bink rapidly in an attempt to keep them at bay. you looked at the desk, in hopes of feeling better by now staring at the large B on your screen, but it only made it worse. all the papers and assignments quickly overwhelmed you, seeing how much you still had to do.

how will you even pass this test if you can't write a simple article about an artifact?

with that thought in your head, tears quickly started dripping down your face. a rational part of you told you that a small assignment like that didn't show your worth of the class, but the emotional part of you quickly overtook that thought.

as you sat there, posture rigid and tears freely falling down your face, you were to focused on your own being to register the sound of a door opening and footsteps going down the hall twords the bedroom you were in. you only got out of your head when you felt cold hands rubbing up and down your upper back.

"hey, love, what's wrong?" a voice, that you quickly recognized as jason's, said. you didn't know how to verbally respond, so you coughed hard and brought a hand up to your face to try to remove the tear stains from your face.

jasons hands moved from your back to go over your shoulders, hugging you from behind. "how about we get you into a bed first, hm?" he questioned gently, leaning awkwardly so his face was closer to your ear. after registering what he said, you nodded slightly as you made a move to stand up.

jason aided in getting you up, and then put a hand over your shoulder when the two of you started the short walk to the bed. he let you sit first, and then quickly followed in suit. he sat in front of you, letting you get a clear image of his blonde hair and concerned face.

he grabbed your hands and held onto them lightly, giving you the option to leave his grasp at any point. "love, try to copy my breathing, okay?" he instructed, making eye contact with you. he slowly took a deep breath in through his mouth, waiting for you to follow. once he saw the movement , he slowly exhaled through his nose, again, waiting for to follow his breathing pattern.

this continued until jason deemed you collected enough to talk about whatever made you upset. "want to tell me what got you so worked up, my love?" he asked again, softly smiling at you when you two made eye contact.

you quickly explained your situation in a shaken voice, still getting own crying. his eyebrows knitted in concern as he listen to you, and his thumb started slowly rubbing circles on your knuckles when he noticed your teary eyes.

once you finished speaking, he took you into his arms and held you gently. "how about you take a break. i'll make you tea, and you can eat if you want. then, we'll come back, and i'll help you with whatever you need help with. sound good?" he explained, already making a move to stand up with you.

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the two of you quickly found yourself in the kitchen. jason had dimed the lights to emit a soft orange glow from above, and turned on the stove light as he filled the kettle up with water.

"you know, you're amazing at what you do, love." jason said, turning to you as he turned off the sink water after the kettle was filled up. "and, i know that you also know that, somewhere in there," he continued, brining up a finger and pointing at his head. you chucked softly, making jason get a small grin on his face from making you laugh, even if it was only little.

he walked over to the stove and placed the kettle on the stove, turning on the stove top, then moving over to where you sat on the counter. he gently wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you into a gentle embrace. "yknow you could have asked for my help earlier, i would have stayed with you, my love." he said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"i know, but i wanted you to go out. i didn't want to keep up cooped up in here with me just because i didn't want to have dinner with them." you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"i never feel 'cooped up' with you, love. and i wouldn't have minded not going, although leo and piper seemd very pressed about you not being there tonight. said they wanted to meet up with you tomorrow to 'add to their gossip'." he said, chuckling lightly at the thought of leo and piper.

you smiled softly as you thought about your friends, knowing how much they meant to you. just then, your stomach growled, notifying both you and jason that you were starving.

"how about we make you some toast? then we can go back and start on some flashcards for you, sound good?" jason asked, pulling away from the embrace and walking over to the pantry, signaling with his hands for you to follow.

[antisocialbunnysims]

got a lot of requests to upload this and wanted to get it up asap as a ~happy new year~ gift. More info, more pics and download under the cut! You can see all the elements of the lot and how it works in action by checking out my most recent yt video.

Here are some screenshots/floorplan taken in an empty downloads folder with no other cc:

Read this before installing:

If u have trouble placing this lot, use the neighborhood terrain cheat that catherintcjd shows how to use in the pics of this MTS post. If you use shaders like dreadpirate's no blue snow, remove them first or you might not be able to see the green square cursor that you use to adjust the terrain. This beach lot terrain was slightly adjusted to fit my map, so if it doesn't place easily in your hood you're gonna have to do this im sorry.

Beach terrain adjustments under the water revert when you share a lot, for this reason the floating garden underneath the glass floor is a bit jankier but you can move things around if you want. The koi fish are on omsp’s so you might want to use an omsp controller to make them visible if you want to move them around. In my version of the houseboat there is the green neon maxis disc lamp that i have underwater on a backwards omsp so it points up at the glass floor. I removed it in this version b/c since the terrain reverted, the light was trapped way under the terrain but still filling the house with a green glow, so i deleted it since it would be a bit tricky for others to remove without having to use CFE.

Snow comes through the hot tub roof onto the bed lmao just know that this happens. You can use simnopke’s time and weather controller to stop snow or stop snow accumulation. I’m not sure if this problem will stop if the hot tub is removed, haven’t tried it. Not sure if rain comes through, i assume it does butttt i haven't noticed. 😇

CC is included, there are two subfolders in the zip: one is maxis recolors and one is meshes or recolors that I either couldn't/forgot to place on the lot before packaging. ** You NEED to install Numenor's no cutaway wall if you do not already have it, otherwise walls will be missing.**

DOWNLOAD SFS <<<<< cleaned with chris hatch's lot compressor, built in sims 2 UC, lot costs 77k tysm to everyone who's cc i used! <3

[sulumuns-dootah]

24. 10. Glove kink - Astaroth

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: Decided to also add a riding crop bc it didn't make the cut as a prompt for the days. This one might be bad tho :/ No beta, we die like Minhyeok

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A leather-bound hand squeezes your chin to turn your head and face the gaze of the dark demon, “Are you still with me?”

How could you though? Your legs are kept spread wide by Astaroth's knees – also slightly spread – and a wand on almost it's highest setting is situated in such manner that you're unable to escape it's stimulation. You're barely keeping your eyes open, let alone staying present without loosing yourself in the bliss.

*smack*

Astaroth strikes your inner thigh with the riding crop you've already forgotten about despite it only being few minutes since it was used on your bare ass. If your situation is a reward or a punishment, you don't know anymore.

“Look at me.” the demon's low growl is more of a warning as the leather tip of his instrument starts to move over your body, drawing shapes. You focus your gaze on him, trying to ignore the stars floating around his face.

“Good.” his purr slowly turning into a dark chuckle, “How ruined you are already. Is this already too much for you?”

“Gah-ah-nghh..! Alil'- lil' bit, y-yeah~” you manage to mewl out.

“Need I remind you this was your idea, my silly human? Reading so much erotic fiction has truly corrupted your mind.”

“B-but...s'hot!” even in your state you try to stand up for yourself, but it only makes the dark demon above you chuckle again.

“Well then you should be able to take more.” the riding crop starts circling your nipples and before you're prepared for it, they both get a smack each. Your hips jerk and the wand starts to roll around your sensitive area.

Astaroth's eyes for the first time focus on your messy sex and his breath hitches. A part of him already wants to replace the toy and fuck you senseless, but when you were originally talking about recreating a scenario from one of your books, you'd asked him to have you come multiple times before he finally fills you and he's more than committed to making your fantasies true.

“Alas, if you truly cannot take more, there always is that one magical word.” the crop is set aside and the demon's gloved hands start roaming your body. Caressing, tugging, pulling. The cold and smooth yet still rough material leaving goosebumps in it's wake, helping you reach your first release.

As the world comes into ultra focus as the waves of your orgasm course through you, a part of you wishes the teasing was over, but sadly, the part of a book you've asked to recreate happened to be infamous for the amount of orgasms drawn from the poor protagonist.

Safe to say, you're in for a very long night.

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Shhh...The prompt for tomorrow is Panties ^^

[strobbylemonade]

completely unorganised iconic canto vii moments and thoughts

Wow. Chat, is this for real? (meursault getting this id is super funny)

Oh...!

sinclair got a lot of fun moments with ryoshu + heathcliff & ishmael. it was really nice to see all four of them getting along!! he's really becoming a part of the gang rather than just a punching bag/translator

dante's being really chill with killing people now. hooray!

MY COMPASS WAS SWALLOWED BY THE SEA- (ishmael makes a comment that donqui pesters her with questions about her "adventures" as she's the only other fixer on the bus which is really cute)

...now if i said she was kind of hot in this outfit. um. with. the cane. outis.... outis give me a chance...

i might just be gay but i gasped when rodya came on screen. and also i'm so glad we got don's full ego outfit in the regular style especially bc she's lying down in her ego and we cant see shit.

also the casting in the play was... interesting. i think while yi sang's play spoke a lot more to the internal factors of the sinners, sanson's play was like. WAAYYY more surface level to the point of being a little... offputting? like: rodya is poor. outis is old. gregor is an animal. heathcliff is a beast. sinclair is. a guy. like it’s so surface level it’s almost obnoxious. which is interesting, to say that what we're seeing is only the surface level don quixote and nothing deeper like when we actually go into the fathoms through other means.

and some more stuff:

dante talking to faust and charon during charon's "checkup" is really cute. they keep on thinking about life after working at lcb where they're still with everyone 😭😭😭 also so glad we're getting more charon content

"I always have so many questions floating around in my head, but whenever I stand in front of this man, my brain seems to forget them all" can they kiss already

vergilius not stopping don from declaring a duel against the cinq director because she acted like garnet 😭😭😭 really hoping for those two to have a genuinely good interaction this chapter

really liking the variety in emotions in don's voice... excitement, rage, determination, mix of range as well, high when she gets excited and low when she gets pissed. i really like how her flashback voice is just... softer than her regular voice, not particularly "lower" like warp express implied

speaking of voice acting, ishmael??? gregor?? they sound so tired... not sure how i feel about it, but it is a bit like ishmael being more relaxed around the sinners and then speaking more professionally when the p corp director steps in.

i really like how ishmael is more confident to banter back with vergilius, and vergilius is... "warmer" with the sinners

OH RIGHT MOSES AND EZRA! moses has some sort of connection with outis..? what's that about.

one more thing is that very very very few people in the pmooniverse have last names, but we do know that earnshaw/edgar are last names, and jia is definitively hong lu's family's last name. so a: i'm assuming last names are only for REALLY RICH people, and b: why is hong lu's name... not jia baoyu? it doesn't sound like he was disowned in the story, as his brother and cousin still hold jia as their family name... so... what's up with that

so theory time:

so don quixote created la mancha land, right? like. that's where this thing's going? someone who wanted humans and bloodfiends to live in peace? someone who wanted to protect humans and sustain bloodfiend lives in a non-violent way?

would be fun to have her parallel yi sang as in she still wants to destroy the person who created la mancha land (i.e. kill herself) but is unable to because of her contract with dante. i love angst

i first thought the man with the red text in the flashbacks was the real don quixote, and our donqui is actually sancho, but the Barber referred to sancho by name/in the present tense so. not sure.

we do hear vergilius a lot in the flashbacks, and we don't know the time between leviathan and don's recruitment. would it be possible he was trapped in la manchaland between its appearances, fighting bloodfiends for a year with his blood manipulation ego before he and donqui struck a deal with each other. hm. we'll find out

also (based off of canto v and vi) i can't wait to see either whatever gay ass parallel dante has with donqui's ex, OR what narrative parallels they have with each other... and they have a LOT in common (amnesiacs, relationships/emotions being their driving force, extremely powerful to their own self-detriment, strong moral code that goes against the laws of the city...)

welp. see you guys next week!

[cottonundiestf]

Transformation Charm Game: Vix

The temple doors open and Vix invokes the Fates!

I hadn't expected the realm of the Fates to be so easy to find, but the legends stated that the magic would be life-changing. Not that I hated my life or anything, but if there was something more to find here…I'd take it.

The slender, capable young pilot takes her place and the magic of the Fates sparks to life, filling the room…

[Suggestible]

…and you breathe the magic in like incense, feeling a warmth in your heart and mind. Your strong will is soothed by the spell, fading into an ever-present submissiveness.

You don't know what changed. But going forward, you exist in a state of almost hypnotic suggestibility. When people ask, tell, or demand of you to do something, you feel a deep need to comply.

Only, a moment later, it felt like I got something much more different than what I bargained for. As I breathed in the magic, I felt the drive that brought me here fade away, and my breathing grew a bit more relaxed as I looked around the chamber.

It's a shame you don't realize this is out of the ordinary; some people could take advantage of that level of compliance…

Ah well! A voice echoes in the temple. "You should stay… be a toy for the Fates to play with. How does that sound, Vix…?"

I couldn't help but smile, then, as I felt…acceptance, serenity, peacefulness. Like I didn't have to worry about anything anymore. And then there was a voice! I should stay? Why not? "That sounds like a good idea," I said in a soft, submissive voice.

You feel a warmth, like a little reward for complying with your new nature. The magic spins back to life, filling your head and spreading through you like a shiver…

[Secretary]

…as years of training, experience, and memories of training to become a pilot vanish. From your mind and from the past. Reality adjusts and you feel memories coming back to you.

You wanted to be a pilot, but you just couldn't cut it. It happens. You instead devoted yourself to secretarial work, and even got a job at the airline you used to work for a prestigious airline!

I blinked rather empty-mindedly as…well…my mind felt like it started to empty! A soft smile crossed my expression as I thought about my job. I had always wanted to fly, but I never seemed to be able to get my mind right for it…but I was lucky enough to still work with planes in a way! I got to be a secretary for a wonderful airline company, the very one I wanted to fly for!

You work under a rival pilot you always found obnoxious an impressive pilot who seems to thoroughly enjoy your willingness to do whatever he tells you to.

A little giggle escaped me as I thought about my boss. He was so annoy...wait no, that wasn't right. He was a wonderful boss! Handsome, smart, funny...and I always loved making him smile by following his instructions.

Even the clothes you wore to the temple suggest you came here from work, with a buttoned-up blouse and a pencil skirt. It seems short for work, but hey, boss' orders, right?

Gently, I ran a hand down my pencil skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles that might've formed - I always wanted to look the best for work, and of course I had no issue adjusting my uniform as my wonderful boss asked for.

The Fates approve as well! The magic returns, forming small pink bubbles in the air…

[Tit-for-Tit]

…and float to you, landing softly on your chest. Instead of popping, they sink in past your blouse, making your skin tingle as the dice of Fate are rolled and you feel a heat as your chest starts to swell. Your modest B cups start expanding, straining your bra until hefty tit-flesh ends up spilling out of the cups. You might need to undo some buttons if you don't want to get strangled in your own clothes!

I watch with anticipation as the magic forms into small pink bubbles. I had come here for some magic, and now I was finally getting to see some magic! Of course, I had no idea just how much magic had already been done on me, but that wasn't important.

As the pink bubbles landed on my chest, I sighed as I felt a heat start to grow there…before gasping as I felt my breasts start to expand. I couldn't help but smile giddily as I both felt the swelling with my hands, and craned my neck down to look at them.

That is, until I felt the pain of them starting to get compressed by my now-too-small bra and shirt. I quickly moved to unbutton two more buttons on my blouse, and I shifted my bra down slightly so that they'd at least have some room to breathe.

When the magics settle, you would guess you have a pair of Double Ds hanging heavy on your chest. This is going to demand some wardrobe adjustments when you return home… but at least you beam, knowing your boss won't be complaining about this particular change.

Still, the Fates have made you quite... well, top-heavy. The magic bubbles in the air wobble around, circling you as if it was inspecting you, until...

[Shelf Ass]

…that tingling, hot feeling returns, this time from behind you. Your tight bottom pulses, gaining more mas until you hear a RIIIIIP as your tight little pencil skirt gives way to the absolute cake of an ass you're developing.

I looked at the magic bubbles with a bit of interest, wondering if anything more was about to happen…before gasping as I felt that warm feeling that preceded the change once again. This time though, it came from my rear…and I blushed as I felt it start to get more and more thick, straining against my tight pencil skirt. Then I gasped as I felt it come to a head, and I heard my pencil skirt start to rip.

In the corner of your eye, you see a mirror you don't remember being there before. You can see how much your silhouette has changed. You're packing so much ass, you're sure you could rest a glass on it and it like a shelf.

At least until you move, of course. This new ass loves to wobble and bounce when you move. You're also sure there's no way this thing isn't going to hang out of your skirts at work.

Immediately, I reached back to feel at my rear, blushing slightly as I glanced over to the mirror...wait, the mirror? That wasn't there before! But it definitely came in handy. Once again, I couldn't help but giggle as I examined myself from multiple angles, both my new boobies and my ass.

Think Mr. Andrews will mind?

With all the jiggling and wobbling...oh I knew Mr. Andrews would mind - in a good way! Of course, I'd probably have to custom fit some skirts...

You've become quite the bombshell beauty! But with your suggestible disposition, what if people in your life took advantage of that! The Fates summoned the last vestiges of magic for the day, taking the form of…

[Empty Contact List]

…a cell phone?

I was distracted from the mirror as a phone suddenly summoned itself to my hand. I guess the magic wanted me to have a new phone or something? My eyes focused on the screen to see that it was my contact list. Huh, well there were all the names I knew!

You see a contact list. Your contact list! You see a name of your roommate in coll—

DELETED

You thought you saw a name, but as more contacts vanish, you can't really remember connecting with anyone in college. You scroll further to your best—

DELETED

Were you always this shy, loner type? It's like you've never made lasting connections til now, beyond fam—

DELETED

Only…what names? I blinked and refocused to see that the name of my old roommate was gone…actually, no, why would I have my roommate's number saved? I never really clicked with her, or anyone else as far as I can recall. My contact list certainly reflected that as I moved to scroll…but then realized I didn't have anything to scroll.

This really has always been you, it seems. A shy orphan most people looked past. But that's why you're so loyal to your boss! He's really the one person who gives you the time of day. Sure, he can be condescending with how he commands you, but you are just happy to serve.

And with this new body, you're sure he'll have friends he'll want to introduce you to soon.

The only contacts in there were simple work contacts I often reached out to for my boss, and of course there was only one favorite contact - my wonderful boss. After all, I was an orphan, and I really didn't have many friends. I was so happy I found such a wonderful boss though…

Oh! Speaking of him! Mr. Andrews' name popped up on the screen, and I all too eagerly picked up. "Good afternoon, Mr. Andrews!" I said in a cheery voice, before listening to his requests. Just the usual - that he'd be back from a long flight that night, and he wanted me to meet him at the office bright and early the next morning with his usual order of coffee.

"Well of course, Mr. Andrews! I'll just be a little late, I need to get me some new clothes. You'll see tomorrow!" I replied with a giggle.

In some ways you left the temple with far less than you came in with, but if you don't remember the things you lost, do they really matter? At least you have a boss you'll do anything for and a body built to do anything for him. And maybe lifelong subservience to him is enough.

Go forth, be a good girl, and always do what you're told!

End.

Shoutout to Vix for taking part in her own transformation and giving me the go-ahead to include her replies! (Also, "fighter pilot" wasn't really the kind of pilot we were aiming for, but it was the best google had for me!)

As always, I do these VERY occasionally in my Discord Server if you want to get a live sneak peek. (Fair warning, I'm still pretty behind on my wait list and have been known to go months between games.)

[hordraomin]

Krita tutorial the way I know it.

Basics: What is where.

Gimmicks.

Specific advice on specific tools.

Basics: What is where.

Upon opening the program this is what you're met with. First of all, must comment: The layout is HEAVILY editable so you can just drag menus anywhere you want, even leave them floating amidst the sheet you're drawing on.

You can create custom art templates, I have two o'mine here as both have my signature background color.

As well, you can edit the custom document settings, as in what size you want it, what resolution, even the initial content of the image. As well you can create from clipboard: Just copy some image from your browser and Krita will recognize it (useful for making meme edits lol).

Now, once you have your file, I will show you what is where.

Brushes:

Brushes are easy to edit and there are tons of free bundles to download online. I myself only got one bundle, Jackpack (bit hard to find now due to original source being lost, it is still available but bit tricky to come by).

There. Are. Tons.

Some of these are my custom brushes for calligraphy in neography, you might even guess which ones. You can edit existing brushes, make new ones from the ones you've edited without changing the original, and all sorts of stuff (more below in the third chapter).

There are numerous packages of brushes once you enter Krita, but only one/two are available when you first open it. To unlock them all, click here:

And make sure all bundles are dark gray in color (example of both dark and light below).

Now Tools Options: those will pop up depending on what tool you're using.

Symmetry: Fun stuff. You can drag the lines depending on how you need them and then center them back to the center of the screen if needed.

Gradients and Textures also have their tools options, you can play with those to get the feeling what they can do (more in third chapter).

The Filters tab is useful too. Blurring, motion blurring, color mapping, artistic filters and all that: Quite fun.

Gimmicks.

Krita allows you to customize your workspace freely. Floating menus, tabs, anything you want. It has quite many drivers at that-

To access the workspace templates, go to Window and choose Workspace.

Krita allows for copy-pasting any image onto the sheet. Though, for me it sometimes crashes if I accidentally copy-paste text into it without choosing the Text tool first.

The software allows for both raster and vector work. It is basically Photoshop sharpened to be used by artists primarily.

There are some interesting mechanics regarding the Eraser (default bind E).

You can use it with any brush, allowing for textured erasure/quick work. Good for sketching.

You can use it on gradients (given there's a transparent point on the gradient preset).

There's a Multibrush tool:

People say Krita is good for animation but my brain can't wrap around it yet honestly @~@.

The keybinds:

B - Brush tool.

E - Erase tool option.

M - Mirror (useful for checking accuracy from a new angle).

Ctrl - Color pick (when used with brush or other color-using tools).

Shift+L.Mouse+drag - Changes the size of the brush by dragging left and right.

Ctrl+E - Merge layer with the one below.

Ctrl+G - Group selected layers.

Ctrl+A - Select whole sheet.

Ctrl+Shift+A - Deselect everything.

F - Bucket tool.

G - Gradient tool.

Ctrl+S - Save document.

Ctrl+Shift+S - Save As document.

Ctrl+N - New document.

Ctrl+O - Open document (will be seen in a new tab on top of the sheet).

Ctrl+C - Copy selected layer or selection.

Ctrl+X - Cut selected layer or selection.

Ctrl+V - Paste copied/cut layer or selection.

Q - Multibrush tool.

R.Mouse - Interesting thing: Opens up a quick selector for brushes and colors you've already used in the piece.

1 - Zoom 100%.

2 - Zoom to fit the piece vertically.

3 - Zoom to fit the piece horizontally.

4, 5, 6 - Turn 15 degrees (4 and 6) or undo the turning whatsoever (5).

Ctrl+I - Negative filter applied to layer.

Ctrl+U - Color editing on the layer.

Ctrl+Y - Soft proofing mode (for color mistakes and stuff like that, mostly annoying for me tbh).

Ctrl+T - Transform selection/layer.

Ctrl+R - Square select tool.

Ctrl+J - Lasso select tool.

Honestly you can just hover your mouse over tools and see their shortcut binds, as well. Or edit them in Settings.

Specific advice on specific tools.

Brush:

Brush editor is a great tool for making custom brushes, and it even has a sratchpad to test them out. Lots of settings, but no need to be afraid; Most of them you might never use on purpose.

Use Brush Smoothing for great and pretty lines in lining pieces or making calligraphy.

Gradient:

The four icons to the right top are:

Mirror gradient.

Arrange by lightness value.

Arrange by color value.

Space the stops evenly.

Click the gradient to add a new stop. The three things to the left are:

Make the stop use Primary Color.

Make the stop use Secondary Color.

Make the stop use a fixed color.

[good-griief]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request for Van Palmer? Something along the lines of the reader coming to terms with their sexuality?

It’s totally cool if you don’t want to write this request lol also kinda might start sending in asks so im gonna claim am emoji -🍾

sorry this took so long but i'm back and able to write again so here u go! this was getting very long so if u guys like it i'll happily make a part two!!<3

You were never a “talkative kid.” You were never one that could spell words like gargantuan or manganimus. You were never helping with your classmates’ homework or told you were exemplary. Your grades were average; A’s and B’s, but nothing exemplary. 

Though there was one thing you were exemplary at. One thing that if given the chance to write about, you’d always be given the highest score. One single thing, completely apart from the rest that could get you an award for your writing. 

Funnily enough. It was Soccer. You’d gotten an award for writing about soccer. 

You always liked Soccer. Ever since you were little. You liked playing with your friends, hanging out with them. You liked the hugs that came after a big win, the friendships, the relationships. You liked the team bonding. You liked the sleepovers and parties. You liked getting close with the best of the girls because you were also one of the best. You liked the small, intimate group you had, and the small, intimate time you spent together. 

You liked the times where you would have a sleepover and cuddle with one another. Sleepovers where you would kiss to ‘practice’ for boys. Sleepovers that got you so close you were hugging and leaning on each other all the time, lying your head in each other’s laps. 

Sleepovers that somehow dwindled down to you and one other girl by eighth grade. A girl that you’d kiss to practice for boys that didn’t exist. A girl you held hands with at school and took to lunch on weekends with each other’s babysitting money. 

A girl that moved away before highschool. 

You started freshman year without friends, signing up for soccer tryouts and hoping that would get you somewhere. 

You ended up on JV and it seemed the rising sophomore class had already gotten so close that your effort to make friends in soccer proved less than fruitful. 

When you played scrimmages against varsity, the group hardly passed to you and kept it within their small circle. 

There were two girls, Mari and Akilah, who you got along fine with, but they weren’t close, so you had to talk to one or the other during practice which meant you weren’t close with them either. 

That left you in your own little bubble freshman year, floating around. No one really disliked you, but no one knew you either. Not even your own teammates. 

Luckily, though, around winter break, you were asked out. You didn’t really know the guy, but Jackie, one of the sophomores in his grade and on the Soccer team, said he was nice. 

So you said yes. 

And suddenly after a winter break of calling this guy and getting hot chocolate with him, you were in with Jackie… Which meant you were in with Shauna, which meant the ball was passed to you, which meant they started to see how good you were, which meant they started to like you. 

“Hey!” Jackie came up to you, Mari, and Akilah after practice. 

You’d slowly been getting them closer so the three of you could hang out. You figured you could then start passing to them and get them in with the other girls without a whistle-blow from Coach Scott for changing a play. 

“You three wanna come with us? Team bonding?”

“Sure!” You said first, all too enthusiastic and making her chuckle. 

“I have to study,” Akilah said.

“Yeah, same,” Mari said, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Have fun, though!”

“Oh, we will!” Jackie looped her arm through yours as you gave your new friends a look. “Come on. You can tell me all about Mark— he’s friends with Jeff, you know?”

“Jeff?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Oh…”

“Oh, good! You brought her!” Nat, another sophomore, said. 

“I told you the other two would say no.” Jackie shrugged. 

“Still nice to ask everyone,” Lottie, the only one that’d actually introduced herself to you, said. She also gave you everyone else’s name. Which was helpful since they definitely weren’t going to introduce themselves. 

“Hey,” except maybe one of them, She was shorter, redheaded, and the goalie. She gave you a sweet smile as she held out her hand. “Have you met everyone?”

You took her warm hand, shaking gently and earning even more of a smile. “Lottie,” you gestured to the brunette with your free hand, “told me about everyone.” She only nodded. “Vanessa? Right?”

“My friends call me Van.” You nodded, giving a small smile as you still mindlessly shook her hand. “You can call me Van,” she added with a smirking laugh, eyes darting to Lottie briefly. She had a feeling she told you her name was Vanessa on purpose. 

The brunette was grinning from ear to ear, hands slapping at Nat’s as they both laughed together.

“Van.” You dropped her hand. “I’ll remember that.”

“Oh, I hope so—”

“Leave her alone,” Taissa butted in, laughing. “You can ride with us if you want.” 

“Sure.” You agreed, walking next to Van as the group dispersed. “Where are we going?”

“I think Jackie’s,” she said. “She’s been dying to meet you and shit now that you're dating Mark.” You nodded. “Whole team has, really. You know, you’re pretty good?”

“Thanks, I think?” You frowned. “I’ve played since I was, like, eight.” She nodded along. “You guys are great. I mean, you’re the best high school team I've seen— Van, I’ve never seen a better goalie.” She smiled, shaking her head. “No, seriously,” you insisted when she went to object. “You must, like, study every player or something—“

“She does,” Taissa said. 

You were glad you were usually on her team during JV scrimmage, or it’d be a challenge to get a goal. 

“Insane.” You shook your head. “I can only ever tell if someone’s injured.”

“Oh, really?” Van asked, curious.

“Mhm. It’s pretty easy.” She frowned. “Just check the bench. Works every time.” Taissa stifled a laugh, Van laughing out loud. 

“I thought you were serious,” she laughed. 

“Yeah I could tell. You were all…” You imitated her face, making Taisa laugh. 

“Come on, Tai!” Van hit her shoulder. “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

The ride to Jackie’s was spent receiving questions from Tai as Van just listened in or responded to something Tai said. 

There was something about this girl. The way she spoke. The way she looked at you through the rearview mirror, checking to make sure you were comfortable. She was sweet, obviously, but there was something else. Maybe, it was just the fact that she was pretty and red-haired, but something about her was all too attractive. 

In the sense that you wanted to be her friend, of course. 

By the time you got to Jackie’s, the other girls were already there and inside while her parents ordered food for all of you. 

They greeted you from the kitchen at the opposite end of the giant house and told you the girls were “in the parlor”.

“You’ll get used to it,” Van said, walking with you to the living room, which was one of many but clearly the most casual of them. 

“Hi!” Jackie was quick to pull you by her. 

The night was spent getting interrogated, practically, about your boyfriend while you ate pizza and watched shitty movies until people started falling asleep. 

You were up late with Van, who, like you, seemed to enjoy the shitty movie on screen. She grabbed the two of you a board game to play while you watched. 

“So, do you wanna tell me about yourself at all?” She laughed. “I know more about Mark than my new teammate now.”

“Wasn’t really prepared for that one,” you joked, making her chuckle as you took your turn. “Well, all my old soccer friends are at different high schools now,” you said, shrugging. “So if you’re wondering—“

“Why you seem like such a loner?” She interrupted, making you laugh. “I was a little curious.” 

“Jeez,” you laughed. “My best friend moved, like, across the country, and the rest of my friends are on rival teams now… And I’ve beat them all—“

“Fuck yeah, you have!” She laughed. 

You spent most of the night talking with Van, who seemed to have been waiting to talk to you alone. She hardly spoke in the group conversation, but now she was lively and engaged. Maybe it was because the conversation had less to do with your boyfriend, and more to do with you. Maybe because she actually got to know you. You couldn’t tell. 

There was just something about her.

At the next practice, you were getting the ball passed to you regularly, but never close enough to score. 

Maybe because the one time you tried, Van blocked it like it was nothing, but that was weeks ago. 

Which meant you were determined to best her now. 

When Tai passed you the ball, you made a move to get it to Akilah. Just as quickly as you passed it, it was stolen by Nat, but Mari got a read on what you were trying to do and got it back. 

“Mari!” Tai waved, but she quickly passed it to Akilah now that no one was guarding her. 

She passed the ball to you, and as quickly as you got it you were kicking it at the goal without moving from your spot. 

“Ah, fuck,” Van muttered, having been counting on you coming toward her and already moving to the right of the goal. She jumped toward the left to block, but the ball barely brushed her fingers before getting caught in the net. 

“Yes!” Mari yelled, high fiving both you and Akilah when they made their way to you. “That was clean!”

“It was sloppy,” Tai said, coming up to the three of you as the rest of your mock team came as well. “Just unexpected.” 

You nodded in agreement. “A goal is a goal, though.” She narrowed her eyes, huffing a laugh. “That kinda unexpected sloppiness can win a game.”

“She’s not wrong.” Jackie patted your shoulder. “Nice shot.”

“Well, why don’t we add it to the playbook?” Tai said. “Test it out in a real game.”

“Oh, don’t be bitter, Taissa.” Jackie laughed. “She just wanted you to pass the ball to her.” Tai laughed at that. 

For the rest of the practice, you made sure to pass to Tai every so often, the two of you testing out new plays. 

Despite that, Van was determined to block every one of your shots.

More so than anyone else. 

It was to the point that after that one goal, you didn’t score another. 

“Good game today,” Van said in the locker room, hand on your hip as she moved behind you to get to her locker. “You were making me nervous.”

“Me?” You laughed. “You were pissing me off—“ Van cut you off with a loud laugh. “I only got one goal!”

“It was hard to make that happen!” She laughed, and once it died down, she spoke up again. “Do you think you’d want to come to the field early sometime? Practice with me?”

You smiled, nodding. “Of course!” It was the perfect opportunity to get closer with her. Maybe, know more about her. 

To become better friends, of course. 

The first time was that weekend. You came the Sunday after practice, practicing earlier in the morning and getting lunch afterward. 

It slowly became a habit; every once in a while, every other week, weekly…

“Here.” Van jogged over to you as you stood in front of the ball. “You obviously have to turn your hips, but you really give yourself away…” She held out her hands, brows raised. You nodded and her hands went to your hips to readjust. “This is what you’re doing.” She turned you to the right. “So, I always know you’re going left, but…” She turned you to a slight angle, facing the right corner of the goal. You looked back at her and she couldn’t bring herself to get the rest of her sentence out. “I’m not sure how to explain it,” she said, taking a step back. “Why don’t you try goalie for a minute?”

“I’m a shit goalie, Van.” She laughed at that, but you went anyway. 

“Just try and figure out which way I’m going,” she said. 

That day, you spent the entirety of it ogether. It was past lunch by the time you went to the locker room to change, talking the whole way there about your newfound knowledge. 

“Do you wanna get dinner?” You suddenly suggested, both of you in the midst of changing. “We could, like, go out or something?”

She paused, looking over at you as she got her shirt on. “Where do you wanna go?”

You shrugged. “Mark took me to this little diner a few blocks from my place last weekend,” you said and her mood seemed to dampen. “They have everything— it’s, well… Well, it’s not amazing, but it’s cute.”

“Um…” She took a moment, putting on her shoes and taking down her hair. “I’m kind of tired—“

“Oh—“

“Yeah—“

“That’s okay—! No, I mean, that makes sense. We’ve been here all day, so…” You nodded as you got your pants on and slipped on your shoes. “Maybe another time, then?”

“Totally.” She nodded, giving a smile despite the sudden awkwardness that came between you. 

“Okay.” You nodded. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow—“

“Wait, let me drive you home. It’s late—“

“No, no, no. It’s totally fine!” You gave her a smile as you grabbed your bag. “Mark was going to pick me up, anyway—“

“Oh, did you want to get dinner with him? Like, us three?” You shook your head. “But he’s picking you up,” she said, smirking with a furled brow. 

“I would’ve just told him to go home, or hang out with Jeff and Randy, or something.” You shrugged. Her smile widened slightly, cheeks heating. “That’s kinda shitty, though, I guess.” She then laughed. “Next time we’ll, like, plan, or something.”

“Definitely.” She nodded. “And I’ll take you somewhere nicer than a hole-in-the-wall diner after practice, alright?”

Something about the way she said it made you smile, stomach fluttering. “Alright.”

She walked with you out of the dressing room and to your boyfriend's car. “See you tomorrow?” She said some ways away from the jeep he drove. 

You nodded and leaned in for a hug, arms going around her shoulders. She was stunned for a moment, having not realized what you were actually leaning in for. She gave you a quick hug back before pulling away to go to her car. 

The next day, she was talking to you in the halls, the next practice you were able to get more than one goal, and the next weekend your practice was spent laughing together in the field and dribbling the ball between one another rather than practicing. 

“Oh shit!” Van laughed when it started to rain. 

March had come quicker than you expected. You and Van had been hanging out for just over a month now, but it felt like you’d been friends all year. 

Within minutes of you grabbing your bags, it was pouring rain and you were running to Van’s car. 

“Jesus!” Van groaned as she slammed the door shut behind herself, you doing the same. You threw your bags in the backseat, wiping your faces. 

She started the car, already starting her drive back to your house from memory. 

“Just park in the garage,” you told her. “You can stay for a while.” You then added, “if you want.”

“Is that fine? Like, with your parents?”

“They’re out of town.” She nodded slowly, pulling into the garage. “I can, like, make us dinner or something,” you offered. “If you like pasta.”

“I love some good spaghetti.”

“Great!” You both laughed. “First, we need to shower, and get this shit in the wash.” You looked down at your damp shirt and shorts. 

She turned off the car, and you headed inside. You grabbed both your bags and set them in the laundry room as you went inside, getting off your cleats and socks as well. 

“Here.” You filled the silence and led her up the stairs. “My rooms there.” You pointed to the end of the hall. “I’ll use my parents shower… obviously.” Van chuckled at your awkward speech, nodding. “There’s towels and everything in there. You can just take my clothes.”

“You sure?” 

You nodded. “Just send your stuff down the shoot.”

You took a quick shower before heading to your room in your towel and getting into pajamas. 

You heard Van call your name some minutes later as you lay on your bed. “Close your eyes!” You laughed, covering your eyes. “Are they closed?”

“Yep.” She came in with just a towel. “I totally forgot to bring you clothes—“

“Fuck off.”

“Sorry!” You laughed. “Pajamas are in the bottom drawer.”

That night was spent making shitty pasta and laughing together as you ate in front of the TV you rolled out of your closet. You ended up sleeping in your room, falling asleep to an old movie with dishes on your night and arms around each other.

Since that day, Van had been so much more friendly. 

It was almost insinuating. 

She would touch you to get past you, tease you about a mistake on the field, sneak up and hug you from behind to scare you in the halls. And when she came over, she was touchy and clingy— not that you weren’t. You were often hugging her or lying your head on her shoulder. Hell, you even danced with her if either of you put on music. 

On the field, however, she was awful. During scrimmage, she would go out of her way to make you fuck up. Even if you were on her team. She’d call something, or say something to you during a break that made you fumble the ball.  

It was to the point that even her telling you good luck before a game had you flustered. 

To the point where you fucked up. 

“What the hell?!” Tai yelled at you as you shook your head at yourself. “Get it together—“

The ref blew a whistle for timeout after the other team's score. You groaned, walking over with a frown. 

“What’s going on with you?” Ben asked.

“Are you sick?” Misty asked. “Injured?”

There was a small pep talk you had before you were sent back out. Unfortunately, your boyfriend was sitting with your parents as they watched you fuck up one of your last state games. It only made your nerves skyrocket. 

“Get it together,” Nat told you, placing a hand on your shoulder as she walked past you. 

Van was the last to leave, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Guess we should’ve kept up our practices, huh?” She joked, earning a glare. “Sorry— Look, you’re good. Really good. You’re just being predictable.” You frowned at her. “Think back on that play you, Mari, and Akilah pulled earlier this year.”

When you got back on the field, you did as Van said. You let Shauna, Tai, and Nat get their goals in, but after that you asked Tai to pass to Akilah, who was heavily guarded. 

“What?” She frowned at you. “You’re, like, out of your mind today.”

“Just try?”

As soon as the ball was stolen from Akilah, Mari got it to you, and you back to an unguarded Akilah. When she passed to you, you immediately kicked at the goal. 

“YES!” You heard before you even knew what happened. 

The buzzer sounded, signifying you’d won and leaving you shocked as your teammates huddled around you, chanting: “BUZZ. BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ!”

In the locker room, your excitement continued until you and Van were the last ones there. 

“So, I was thinking,” Van spoke up. “What do you think about dinner this Sunday after our usual?”

“Oh, now you’re nice?” You joked. 

Maybe it’d been left out that you were completely reciprocal in this teasing game. You would go up to her at her locker to scare her like she did you, and of course hug her and kiss her cheek afterward before you went to class, leaving her flustered and wanting to get back at you by the time practice rolled around. So, maybe, you brought it on yourself. 

“Come on,” she laughed. “It’s not my fault I make you nervous.”

“You’re so annoying.” You shook your head. “I almost blew the match because of you.” Her brows shot up. “You were fucking with me before the game with your…” You gentured to her when she looked at you with false confusion. “You know what you were doing.”

She laughed. “Yeah—“

“See!”

“I was just teasing—“

“Well, stop it.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” She pouted at you, earning a glare. “Even cuter when you’re mad at me.” She smiled. “Besides, we still won.”

“If we didn’t, they would’ve killed me.” She scoffed. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re actually upset?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “We still have, like, five games—“

“You can’t talk to me before them.” She practically guffawed. “You, like, fuck with with my fucking head. I don’t fucking know.”

“I fuck with your fucking head? What the fuck are you talking about?” 

You groaned, turning to grab your bag. “Goodbye, Vanessa.”

“Hey.” She grabbed your hand, turning you around. 

When she did, you were closer than she expected. 

And that was when it started. 

Her eyes fell to your lips before flitting back up to your eyes. 

That was when you finally realized what that something about her was. 

In the seconds it took you to process when was about to happen, her lips were on yours. Her hand still held yours and as soon as your free one went to her cheek, she tilted her head for a better angle. 

You didn’t know how long you were there. You didn’t realize the time passing. You didn’t even know when it was that her hands found your waist and your other found her neck. 

But you did realize that the door was opening. 

You quickly pushed her back as someone stepped in, Van pretending to have been lacing up her shoes as she sat on the bench. 

“Everything okay, babe?” Mark called from the doorway. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was just helping Van with this turf burn.”

“Shit, is she okay?” He asked. “Should I get Misty?”

“I’m good!” Van called. “Just couldn’t wrap it myself.”

It took a few more exchanges to get him to leave, but eventually the door shut and you grabbed your things. You went to leave, but stopped yourself and turned around. You placed your hand on her shoulder as you leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Come over after practice tomorrow?”

She looked over at you, brow raised. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore, or…?”

“I’ll think about it.”

When she came over, the two of you went straight to your room to “watch TV.” You locked the door behind you, rolled out your miniature TV and put in a tape, and sat down on the bed with Van. 

“Hurry up,” she laughed as she grabbed your hand and pulled you down on top of her. 

You never talked about it. You didn’t discuss what was going on. You didn’t even ask what it meant. 

You just changed your practices to time together. You’d still practice, but you’d also just sit and talk. You’d make out in the locker room before going to get lunch or dinner. You’d hang out with the team and sneak off to have time alone. You’d even just get together. One of you would call and ask the other to lunch, or to go to the mall, or just to come over. There wasn’t a need for the practice excuse anymore, it was just nice to do that, too. 

But you also had to decline at times. 

“Mark wanted to take me to the movies,” you told her one night and you could practically feel her mood shift. “Maybe… Maybe I can get him to—“

“No, it’s okay,” she told you quickly. “Spend time with your boyfriend.” The word left a sour tension in the air. 

“Van—“

“What time’ll you be home?”

“Hey,” you sighed when she spoke over you. “If you want me to, I’ll… I can tell him, but I don’t think—“

“You’re going to tell him you’re cheating on him with your best friend?” She asked, tone disbelieving. “No way.”

“Tell him I want to break up,” you clarified. She was quiet for a moment. “And… We’re not cheating.”

“We’re hooking up,” she deadpanned. 

“But…” You pursed your lips. “There’s no possibility of us… being an us, is there?” Your hopeful question, despite how poorly it came out, was met with another beat of quiet from her end, but she didn’t say anything that time. “I just mean… There isn't a way we could actually be together— at least, not in a real way—“

“In a real way?” She scoffed a laugh as she often did when you misused and fumbled over your words. “Have I been imagining all this, or—?”

“That’s not what I mean.” You pinched the bridge of your nose as you started to get frustrated; mostly with yourself and your horrible articulation. “Publicly. Like, I’d never cheat with Randy or Jeff.” She cursed your name, laughing in disbelief as she listened to you try to justify what you’d said instead of taking it back. “This… You and me, is it really going anywhere? Because, if it’s just ‘hooking up’, we could never really be anything, you know? And that sucks, but it’s also, I don’t know, it’s, like, better—?“

“So, let me get this right… You think it's better that you’re with me, because if you were cheating with a guy, it’d actually be real— or no, there’d be a possibility of an actual relationship.” You pursed your lips at the tone of her voice, knowing how awful it sounded. “Is that right?”

“Not exactly.” She hummed, waiting for you to explain. “It’s more like… I’m scared of what people might—“

“I don’t wanna be with someone that’s scared of what people think—“

“Just let me talk.” You sighed, feeling your eyes sting. You’d never been good at articulating your feelings, especially not in this kind of situation. “I’m scared of what people might do because of what they think. It’s just… It’s better if it doesn’t look like we’re anything more than friends—“

“Okay, I’m gonna get off the phone—“

“Van—“

“No— Look… I see where you’re coming from, just… I know that’s not the reason you said it in the first place.” You didn’t argue, nodding despite the fact that she couldn’t see it. “If you want to, I’ll come over when you get home—“

“Okay,” you said all too quickly. “I’ll be home in two hours.” There was a long pause. “If you want to come.”

“Alright.” Click. 

She came by that night, but when you tried to talk to her and smooth things over, she was short. 

“Look,” she said. “I like you. I’m comfortable saying that.” You immediately shut your mouth and listened to what she had to say. “If you’re not comfortable admitting you don’t like guys. Or that you’re using your ‘boyfriend’ as a fucking beard, because you want me, that’s fine. I don’t care. I probably already knew that.” You nodded along. “But I don’t want to talk about it with you, because hearing you say it? That fucking hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” Van shook her head, dismissing it. “I really am afraid of what someone might do…”

“It’s not like I’d let anyone do anything to you,” she said, eyes narrowed. 

“That’s not what I mean.” She sighed, waiting for you to explain. “I’m really not saying anything right in this conversation, I just… My point was that I’d leave him for you, and I was trying to ask you if, maybe, this could be more than this, because I don’t think you want me as more than a friend, so when I say ‘in a real way’ I mean, as more than…” You trailed off, narrowing your eyes at the bedsheets when you began to repeat yourself. “And… I wouldn’t cheat with a guy because—“

“Because you like girls?”

You looked up at her, lips pursed. “Why won't you answer my question?”

She tilted her head. “If we get together,” she started, “and I mean, actually get together. Not go to the mall and meet up at a store. Things are going to change. People will catch on, and they’ll treat you differently. I’m sure you know that, but I don’t think you’re ready for it. Especially not when you can’t even admit how you feel.” There was a long pause, her lips pursing. “Just stay where you’re safe,” she told you. “Stay with Mark. We can keep doing this— I like doing this— and you’re probably right. It’s probably better if people just think we’re friends, so…” She looked over at you, obviously still frustrated. “Why don’t we just move on?”

“Okay.”